#maybe she'll even get a hair color change who knows

[msommers]

auretta got a little mirror update before the endgame bc of the 85 mods and i'm obsessed w her again

#ur local big sister w attachment issues n every fuckn spell known to man in her repertoire #being a sorcerer/cleric/wizard is hard work but also not when you have the up to 20th lvl mod #one of these days i'll start a solo game w her and figure out romance vibes. maybe idk #maybe she'll even get a hair color change who knows #for now she's just gonna be there lookin' hot as hell. having oddly intimate embraces w everybody lmao #ch: auretta

[ashwhowrites]

eddie xfem cheerleader

he was your bff since your freshman year and ever since theyve liked each other , her senior year and his 3rd try she tries out for the team and she makes it and shes the best , so she starts getting attention from other guys but the only guy she wants attention from is eddie , he starts pulling away and she doesn’t know why until she walks in on him practicing how to apologize to her and ask her out & then she confesses and everything

I love a good cheerleader reader :) not proofread

Y/N met Eddie Munson her first year in high school. She was big eyed and lost in the huge halls. Eddie had a thing for wanting to protect lost sheep that wandered through the halls. She was also beautiful but looked scared. He made sure to introduce himself before others did it for him. She smiled gratefully as he showed her around the school. Eyes staring at his cute cow eyes, curly hair that rested on his shoulders, a small smile always on his lips. He somehow even had perfect teeth. It was like he was hand picked as a favorite in God's world. He walked confidently, chains swaying behind him, and a bandana in his back pocket. Yep she definitely had a crush on this guy.

She never knew that he did too. She had no idea that Eddie was smitten the second she opened her mouth. The first time she said his name he felt like he melted into his sneakers. It rolled off her tongue so soft and delicately. But he never knew she liked him too.

Y/N always wanted to try out for the cheerleading team but all three years of highschool she was too busy to fit it in her schedule. But her senior year, she figured why the hell not.

She definitely didn't expect to make the team with flying colors. She apparently was better than she thought. Chrissy practically squealed excitedly as Y/N tried out. Chrissy took her under her wing, easily forcing her to be an assistant captain.

The hellfire boys were shocked. Their little Y/N was one of the popular ones. She was a cheerleader, and a damn good one. Eddie noticed how gorgeous she looked in the cheerleading outfit. Cute bows in her hair and her own sports jacket covering her arms, no longer needed his. But Eddie and hellfire weren't the only ones who noticed, every damn boy in the school head would turn when she walked by. Eyes following down her ass to her legs that seemed to go on for miles. Eddie hated the new attention she got. He noticed her from the start and now all the jocks want to jump on board? That wasn't fair and what else wasn't fair, was that they all had a better chance than he did.

Or so he thought. But as every week passed, she'd turn down every guy that asked her out. A polite smile and blush on her cheeks as she said no. She somehow made getting turned down even gentle. If she didn't want them, then why would she even want Eddie?

She got busier with cheerleading but always made sure she spent her free time with Eddie. She didn't want to be near anyone else. She secretly hoped maybe he'd see her differently like the rest of the school did....and he did see her differently just not the way she wanted. Because now, he's distant. He lies and says he's busy when she knows he isn't. She'll invite him to parties but he never comes. She stands against the wall patiently and hoping he'd change his mind and show up. But he never did. She understood Eddie didn't like parties or the popular kids, so she offered every Friday after her games and his campaigns they would go to a diner and eat. Just the two of them. No jocks or hellfire. Her heart broke when he said he wasn't interested. That she should spend the night with her team. She smiled bitterly at him, and walked away in silence. She gave up. All she wanted was to be something more than his best friend that he took care of. She didn't want to be a lost sheep. So she made her name known and now he doesn't bother to like the new her. Maybe the cheerleading thing was a mistake, but now she at least had friends that would say yes to a quiet dinner at the diner down the road.

She sat across from Jason, sinking her fries as deep into her chocolate milkshake as she could. Chrissy sat to his left, giggling under his arm. She watched the couple smile and kiss. Why couldn't she have that?

"are you still upset over Eddie?" Jason asked, he felt bad for the girl across from him. All she did was talk about Eddie Munson. So much Jason even began to like him. He stopped picking on him months ago. Jason liked Y/N and she liked how real her friendship was with Chrissy. She took care of his girlfriend so he felt like he owed her, leaving Eddie alone. Eddie still tried to pick fights but he never pushed further. Just simply walking away.

"no I'm fine" she lied, smiling as big as she could. If he didn't want to spend time with her she'd do it with the people that wanted to hangout with her.

"we know you are lying" Chrissy said softly. She also felt bad for the girl. It was painfully obvious how in love she was with her best friend. The way her eyes followed him like a puppy. Always smiling at him, wanting his approval. The way she'd blush when he showed up to her games, whenever hellfire didn't overlap. But it was also obvious how just as in love Eddie Munson was with her, so she wasn't quite sure why he was so distant with her.

Jason's eyes caught the sight of the man of the hour behind her shoulder. Watching as his eyes searched the booths and landing right on them. Her back was turned to him but he could easily tell Eddie knew it was her.

"heads up" Jason nodded behind her. Y/N quickly turned her head to see Eddie walking towards the table. Head looking at his feet and hands in his pockets.

Eddie had this all planned. He was going to walk up and be a man. He will apologize for his idiot actions, tell her the truth and pray he doesn't scare off the only girl that made him feel worthy.

"Eddie?" The second he heard her voice, he looked up. Looking into her eyes as she looked at him confused. He went to open his mouth, and nothing came out. She just kept staring at him, waiting for something. He panicked, he ran right back out the door. The bell rang harshly as he shoved the door open fast. Practically walking as fast as he could to his van.

Y/N looked at the empty space he was just in. Even more confused than ever but very worried. She quickly got up and followed his direction. She found him pacing in front of his van. Muttering something to himself. As she got closer she could hear small bits of it

"okay I'm sorry.....I've been an idiot and not sure what to even say. I like you...well you already know that but like more than a friend. No that's stupid. Look Y/N I adore the hell out of you and had a crush on you since your freshmen year. I've been too chicken to make any sort of move. And now half the school wants you and I'm terrified But if I didn't fuck up too bad, I'd love to take you out on a date? Is that good? Fuck where's Dustin when you need him"

"I think you did just fine without dusty" she spoke. Watching as Eddie jumped out of his skin and turned around fast. A hand on his chest and a panicked look in his eyes.

She smiled at his nervous smile and blushed cheeks

"you heard all of that didn't you?" He groaned. Hands coming up to pull his hair in front of his face. He was definitely dying of embarrassment now.

"yes but at least now you don't have to say it again" she shrugged. Trying to make him less embarrassed. He still refused to come out of his hair.

She laughed at his shyness and grabbed his hands, removing them from his face. Pushing his hair behind his ears so she could see his face clearly.

"I'm sorry" he sighed.

"I know but I guess I understand now. I wish you would have talked to me about it. I've liked you since freshmen year, you idiot" she punched his shoulder

The blush on his face got deeper. He felt like his heart ran three miles and jumped back into his frozen body.

"yes" she whispered as she hooked her arms around his neck

"yes?" He was confused. Did he even speak again? Did he ask a question?

"yes I'd love to go on a date with you" she smiled, pecking the nip of his nose with her lips softly.

Eddie probably should have waited for the first date to kiss her but he didn't want to. One arm sneaking underneath her jacket and bringing her closer.

He leaned down and kissed her, signing in relief when she kissed back without hesitation.

"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH MUNSON!" Eddie pulled away to see Jason standing at the front door. A smirk and thumbs up.

Eddie flipped him off. Smiling as his girl laughed into his chest.

It may have taken him four years but he did it.

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[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Do you have any ideas for a Flipped Personality Pyrrha? Like how we worked on Flipped Yue, Bluby, and Aiko? The best I got right now is a purple color scheme.

Purple is a good start I think, or just blue even though that is Ruby’s flipped color as well. I think Purple could be a nice unique color to her, at least for her hair.

I looked up what the “opposites” for bronze would be, and this Steel blue popped up, ask well as this sort of purple for the opposite of a brownish color. Then maybe have silver or regular gray steel for her armor, circlet, and necklace instead of gold? And should we change her eye color as well like with Bleiss having red eyes instead of lilac?

Okay so here's what I am thinking are some strong points:

She has hair like the red-violet color hair like in the first pic

Her bronze and brown corset is now steel blue and the purple in the third pic

Her golden accessories (circlet, necklace, and armor) are now silver instead

Blue eye shadow perhaps?

As for flipped Pyrrha’s actual personality itself, I do have some ideas as well:

She is much more arrogant and acts more entitled than regular Pyrrha, fame from being the "Invincible Girl" having long since gotten to her head.

She believes that she is actually better than a lot of people and loves the attention she gets from her fame. This can make her kind of difficult to work with

She show less restraint when fighting and barely any sportsmanship when she thrashes her opponents, gloating in her victory

She's also much more bold and free spoken with people, not too concerned with what people think of doing so because she's the Invincible Girl so therefore her opinion matters most. She'll outright tell someone that they're annoying her or that their ideas are stupid

She's a huntress more to keep proving herself as the strongest rather than to actually help people

Now for her name. On the RWBY wiki it says that "Pyrrha Nikos's "first and last name together are a reference to a Pyrrhic victory, a tactical victory that comes at such extreme cost it is often seen as a strategic defeat" and that ""Pyrrha" is derived from the Greek adjective pyrrhos (πυρρός), which means "flame-colored". Nikos (Νίκος), meaning "victor of the people", is derived from Nike, the Greek Goddess of Victory." So perhaps something else since her hair color is different that "Flame-colored" now and is purple instead as well as a different last name as well to fit her more arrogant nature?

Now, "According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the word “purple” is derived from the Greek porphyra or porphyrous, a seldom used adjective describing “someone that has a purple color.”" and her last name could have to do with hubris, derived from the greek word hybris who was a spirit (daemon) of insolence, violence, and outrageous behavior. Also hubris basically means arrogance, which would fit this flipped version of pyrrha nicely

Here are three name ideas for her that I have from most favorite to least favorite:

Phyra Hybos

Porphyra Hybros

Porpyra Hybos

Super subtle, I know. Or maybe a different combination or alteration of these, but Phyra Hybos is honestly my favorite because it's similar enough and different enough to Pyrrha Nikos in my opinion. So that will be the name I work with for now unless enough people like something else.

Also, I imagine she'd still be interested in Jaune, but for different reasons than normal. Whereas Pyrrha starts paying attention to Jaune because she's like "oh wow he doesn't treat me like a superstar because he doesn't know who I am! Yay!", Phyra Hybos was more like “How the fuck does he not know who I am?!?!” and after having a small freak out do to that, she sets her mind on showing him just who and how amazing she is.

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #phyra hybos #reverse personality #reverse character #opposite personality #opposite character #flipped personality #flipped character #personal opinion #personal ask #ask #sfw #lonesilverw0lf #pic

[instacarma0798]

Title: i will never be satisfied (High School AU)

Ship: Natasha R x Peggy C (Background/Past Natasha x Bruce)

Warnings: Implied SA, but it doesn't actually happen. Alcohol

Steve and Natasha were going on 4 years of friendship, having known each other since the start of freshman year. Ever since Steve and Natasha had first started talking, she could read his face and see he had a crush on Peggy Carter - one of the most wanted women in the school. Carter was perhaps one of the most well known women in the school aside from a few. It was easy to see why, with her long, brown curls and chocolate colored eyes that sparkled when she laughed and deepened to a black when she threatened the boys.

When rumors spread Carter had hooked up with another girl in the school during junior year, Steve had sulked over to Natasha with puppy dog eyes and bright red ears. The redhead laughed at him, patting his shoulder gently before returning to her homework.

Peggy Carter seemed to have no interest in Steve Rogers. The woman avoided him in the halls, didn't react to his approaches, and always had a scowl on her face when she was around. Carter did seem to hate anyone on the football team, which Steve was on, but Rogers had redeeming qualities. His baby blue eyes, soft blonde hair, and charming attitude - if Natasha wasn't lesbian she would be into him.

In contrast, Steve was infatuated with Carter. He had attempted to ask her out at least 5 times from the start of sophomore year - them now being seniors. Every time she said no with an upturned nose, but Natasha caught her lips twitching upwards from where the redhead watched in the background. Every damn time they 'accidentally' crossed paths Steve would blush and smile like a puppy.

What the football team captain was oblivious too was the fact that Peggy Carter was not straight. She probably wasn't even bi. It was a bold assumption to make, even for Natasha after all the years she spent training herself how to read other people's expressions. Peggy Carter curled her lip with a crinkled, upturned at every attempt of flirting if it came from a male - no matter how kind or how much of a gentleman he was. When a girl did it however, the softest, barely noticeable, blush would dust Carter's cheeks and she would quip a flirty comment in return.

Steve didn't seem to get that, and Natasha didn't have it in her to tell him.

"Hey Nat?" Steve looked up from where he doodled in his notebook - a monkey on a bicycle, "Do you think if I ask Peggy out she'll say yes this time?"

Natasha inwardly rolled her eyes as she twirled the pencil between her fingers and thought over her answer, ignoring the bubbling pit of envy in her stomach. The answer she wanted to say was 'no', but Steve unintentionally gave her those big eyes again and with slight downturn of his lips.

She raised one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug before scribbling down the answer to her math problem, "Maybe."

The blonde across from her sighed and sagged his broad shoulders with his head tilted towards the ground. His head jerked up when pounding footsteps sounded behind them. Natasha didn't have to look up to know who it was. Two arms were thrown around her neck, jerking Natasha forward. She rolled, shoving her offender off with a grunt.

"Ow.." Clint groaned from where he lay on the grass, "That was rude."

Natasha huffed and raised her left brow at Clint who gave a sheepish smile.

Clint Barton had been her best friend ever since Natasha moved to the small little town. Her stuck with her through thin and thick. When she had to change foster homes and move to a different school, Clint risked his father's anger and moved schools with her. When her foster parents beat her black and blue, Clint trudged through the rain to find her sniffling under a tree after a frantic text. After she got herself emancipated and lived on the streets for a while, Clint cleared out his action figures from his closet and bought a spare mattress for her to sleep until she got on her feet.

In return, whenever Clint's father drank one too many beers - Natasha would sooth him. Soft smiles and gentle touches of the daughter he always wanted rather than two rouwy boys. The man would take to telling her soft stories with a far away look in his eyes while Clint snuck off into the night. When Clint struggled with him homework, Natasha stayed up late into the night to finish it for him - pretending he did it himself in the morning. When Clint met a pretty girl named Laura with brunette hair and kind eyes who spoke in the softest voice with a western accent, Natasha played matchmaker.

It was a dynamic that worked well, but unfortunately it meant Clint knew nearly all of her tells - the ones that Steve didn't. Which lead to him raising a skeptical eyebrow in return with a silent question in his eyes when he noticed the bleak forlorn look in her eyes.

"Clint," Steve propped himself clumsily on his elbow, "Do you think Peggy will go out with me if I ask her once more?"

The captain fiddled with his pencil and separate eraser, missing the knowing glance Clint tossed Natasha. The redhead silently cursed Steve for giving away the reason she was upset.

"No." Clint answered bluntly, always the loyal friend.

It was no secret to Clint that Natasha had a crush on Peggy. He knew before she knew herself - the way she accidentally stared at Peggy with hearts in her eyes, her smile turning dopey for a moment where only Clint was watching.

Steve sagged at Clint's response and harshly, but still ever so gentle with the paper, scrawled on the paper. Clint winked at her with his signature smile that meant trouble. Natasha gave him a glare and slight shake of the head, a silent response telling him not to cause trouble. But Clint being Clint just smiled wider and plucked her math textbook out of her lap.

"Clinton." Natasha warned, her voice a low tone.

The dirty blonde waved the textbook teasingly before taking off, his legs carrying him far and fast. Natasha spared Steve a speedy but apologetic glance before chasing after Steve. He may have longer legs, making him faster, but Natasha could run further for longer.

She rounded a corner, barely seeing the tail of his purple blouse sticking out like a duck tail. Her feet skidded against the halls a hand outstretched as Clint came in to view. She stretched her hand further into her command. Her legs braced as she prepared to tackle Clint, the muscles locking up and knees bending.

Then a door smacked her in the face, leaving a searing red mark.

Her back hit the ground with a thump and she dully registered Clint stopping and another voice crying out in concern. Natasha took a moment to groan in pain before hauling herself up, whoever opened that door was hella strong. Placing a hand to her head she attempted to steady her vision, Clint's calloused hands steading her body.

"I am so sorry," a voice said with a distinct British accent.

Of course if was fucking Peggy Carter.

Natasha waved Clint before plastering a semi-sweet smile onto her own face.

"Don't sweat it, I'll live."

Carter bit her lip with worry, brown curls bouncing as she scanned Natasha up and down, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Of course," Natasha ignored the fact that her heart was rapidly thumping in her chest and not because of the fall.

She also ignored the fact that her nose was probably broken and her face felt like it was on fire, but Carter didn't need to know that. The brunette woman gave her once over once more, her eyes shinning with concern.

"You sure?" she asked once more, it sounded like she wanted to reassure herself more than Natasha.

Flapping her hand in a dismissive manner, Natasha gave a one shouldered shrug, "I've had worse."

That didn't seem to settle Carter any more, but it did satisfy her and the brunette spun on her heel heading down the hall.

A sharp exhale left her the minute Carter rounded a corner, her boots echoing through the hall. Natasha groaned at the pounding in her head and pain in her nose. Beside her, Clint looked torn between letting the goofiest grin cross his face and frowning at her in concern and regret. Smartly, he chose the later.

Snagging her elbow Clint dragged her down the hall and back outside, school bells ringing dismissing the last class of the day that Natasha had ditched (ultimately convincing Steve too). Students flooded the halls, some accidentally bumping into her despite Clint's vicious glare that told them all to back off.

He brought her outside where Steve was still waiting, but now the same brunette woman that Natasha could not shake stood next to him - her stance tall and imposing with her crossed arms and chin tilted upwards. The blonde captain had a rosy pink blush dusting his cheeks with his eartips red as he undoubtably asked Peggy Carter out once more. Natasha rolled her eyes, hearing Clint give an exaggerated exhale beside her.

Steve was just finishing saying something when they got into hearing distance, but they managed to catch Carter's response.

"Fine. Tomorrow, cafe on third at 11." her tone left no room for argument, making it clear if Steve wanted this date he would have to comply.

The football team captain looked as surprised as Natasha felt at the fact that Carter was going out with him. Despite her repeated refusals and blatant fact that she was not straight, Natasha never expected her to fall in love with Steve. Maybe she was getting rusty.

Steve did a little bounce on his heels before nodding eagerly like an over excited puppy. His eyes lit up further when he saw them, waving both Natasha and Clint over as Carter walked away.

Natasha was totally looking at Steve rambling as Carter sauntered away.

<_______________>

One date morphed into two dates, two dates morphed into three dates, three dates morphed into four dates, and well you get the point. Everyone in the school expected Steve and Peggy to stop after the first date, but no. The two went on more and more dates, thus integrating Peggy into their small friend group and getting Natasha a new girl friend - emphasis on the space between the two words.

Their small little group, minus Clint because he had his own work to do, sat inside the small underrated diner that was settled down the street from Natasha's apartment. It was meant to a be a friend celebration for finishing the school year, but it felt more like Natasha was third-wheeling a date.

Both of her companions made heart eyes at each other with dopey grins - Carter's slightly less dopey and more serious. Meanwhile she sat in the background twirling her past around her fork with sagged shoulders. While this scene wasn't uncommon - Carter and Steve turning their friend outings into personal dates - Clint was usually here to endure it with her. A forkful of pasta was angrily shoved her mouth, Natasha yelping a little when she stabbed her cheek with her fork.

Flushing red with embarrassment, Natasha shook off both of the other's concern. She mumbled out an excuse around her mouthful of food and swallowed thickly. It seemed to pacify Steve and Peggy because the two went back to chatting with each other.

She lost track of what they were talking about, vaguely catching the word 'crush' but stupidly delegating to ignore the conversation and get lost in her head. A finger poked her arm, shaking her a tiny bit, and she looked up from her plate to see Steve staring her expectantly.

"Hm?" she raised an eyebrow in question.

"We asked if you have a crush," Carter intercepted Steve with her british accent.

A light blush dusted the british woman's cheeks, presumably because of something Steve said, as her head tilted adorably at Natasha with brown eyes filled with curiosity. Natasha trailed her eyes down Peggy's face, all the way down to where she held Steve's hand on top of the table, fingers interlocked and twisting together like the ugly feeling in Natasha's chest. Clearing her throat, Natasha forced a laugh out of her throat.

"No," she shook her head, "I don't do those sort of things."

The blatant lie flew right over Carter's head, the woman offering her a charming laugh that made her eyes shine in the lighting and her curls bounce as her head tilted back slightly. Natasha could hear that sound all day. Steve gave her a suspicious look, one with underlying concern but let the topic drop.

<___________>

Natasha started to pull away once Carter integrated more into the little rag-tag friend group the redhead was apart of. At least she intended to. Previously it only consisted of her and Clint before Steve shoved his way in there and adopted the two introverts in a very extroverted style. With Steve, Carter eventually came, which was fine. It was fine, Natasha liked Peggy. She liked her. But with the newest addition came so many others. Tony Stark, the "rich kid" came with Carter - despite the woman's apparent annoyance with him. Carol Danvers, a person Natasha rarely saw because the woman skipped classes so often. Bruce Banner, who actually Tony Stark seemed to drag along, but they all came with Carter.

Now her small safe little bubble was filled with people she didn't know and it didn't feel safe anymore. There were four new people, four unknown variables that she didn't know well beside the fact that most of them were popular.

On top of that, Bruce Banner seemed to take a liking for her and wouldn't leave her alone. Natasha had taken to using some diversion tactics she learned when she wanted to lose an angry foster parent or from the various times she ran from CPS. It didn't work very well, the shy man oddly persistent, so Natasha gave in. She wasn't going to get the person she liked anyway.

The next time Banner stumbled over a pickup line, Natasha crossed her arms under her chest - pushing her breasts up, and gave a flirty comment in return. The man clearly wasn't expecting it, based on his flushed cheeks and wide eyes, but he returned it in kind. Her plans to pull away from the friend group were temporarily put on hold.

Natasha ignored Clint's piercing gaze that bore into the back of her skull with disagreement every time she flirted with Banner. It tore at her heart the way he looked at her, he was her partner. Despite having his doubts, though never voicing them, Clint stuck with her - as always. Opting to ignore Bruce or address him with a brash attitude, Clint didn't not outright support her.

Steve was a whole different story. He clapped her on the back with a laugh and told her he was glad that she found someone - she deserved it. A few comments were tossed her way about how she once claimed, "she didn't do that stuff," but Natasha ignored them.

The last person she expected to be suspicious of her relationship with Banner was suspicious. Carter gave her a smile when she informed everyone she was with Banner, but the woman didn't seem keen on it. Mumbling something indecipherable, Carter shook her head at Natasha, which only served to tighten the knot in her chest.

To top add a cherry on the top, she got fired from one of her three jobs and now wasn't making enough money to pay the rent. If she didn't scramble some together or get another job then Natasha would be kicked out of her apartment and living on the streets once more. That was a stress she didn't need to deal with. She just had to make it through high school then she could focus on making money - collage wasn't really in the question.

Bruce Banner - 4:30

Can I come over tonight? Watch a movie?

Natasha glanced at her manager who was flipping a burger in the back as she glanced at her phone sneakily. Breathing out heavily she debated the answer, fingers hovering over the keys. Tonight was her only night off from the night job - working in a bar which technically wasn't allowed, but a forged ID went a good distance if you got it done right. Banner, however, had some issues with rejection. His face turned a little red the first time she told him 'no' and he stormed off in a rage.

So reluctantly she typed out a response.

Natasha Romanoff - 4:31

Sure. I get off work at 5, so be there around 6.

He reacted to her message with a thumbs up before Natasha shoved her phone in her pocket to focus on work.

<___________>

Bruce showed up at her door at 5:30 while she was still in the shower. He shot her a text, a few actually when she didn't reply to the first one, and Natasha hastily threw some clothes on - workout pants and a tanktop along with under garments, before drying her hair and opening the door for Bruce.

He stood dressed in a simple cardigan and casual pants holding a bag of italian takeout. His smile was unapologetic as he stepped through the door and placed the food on the coffee table with a crinkle. Grabbing the remote like it was his home, the man now comfortable after their 5 months of dating, he turned on a show - one that Natasha didn't bother to take note of. With heavy feet she dragged herself over to the couch and plopped down next to Bruce.

Partway through the second movie he slung his arm around her shoulders, ignoring the way they tensed, and scooched closer. Natasha froze, her body locking in place as she was reminded of a previous foster parent. Bruce gradually moved closer, oblivious to the way Natasha was locked in place, until their bodies were pressed together. Eventually she felt his hot breath on her neck and curls itching her chin. That was the only warning she got before Bruce pressed his lips to her neck.

Every single part of her wanted to run, run far away from the situation, but she forced herself to stay still. Bruce kissed up her neck and to her chin. Sensing he wanted more, the redhead turned her head to reincorporate (Despite all her senses screaming at her to not) and met his lips with hers halfway. He pushed her downward, straddling her lap - both of them blocking out the movie in the background.

Cracked, dry, lips trailed down her neck. Her body wanted to shiver in disgust but Natasha forced herself to stay compliant as she had done before. Banner's hands trailed down and down until they started reaching up under the hem of her shirt. Natasha was only willing to tolerate so much and slapped his hands away with a warning. Banner complied, continuing their sloppy, one-sided makeout session, before his hands started inching up her shirt again. Natasha slapped them away once more and shoved Banner off.

The screaming match started then. Banner getting angry and not understanding why, and Natasha upset he didn't listen (not that she wanted the kiss in the first place). In the end Natasha fled from her own apartment, her bare feet carrying her down the street and ignoring Bruce's rushed pleas for her to stay.

She pawed around for her phone, digging it out of her pocket and her cold fingers fumbled to dial Clint. The phone rang and rang as she walked down the the cold New York street, the sidewalk biting into her skin and wind wiping around her face. It rang and rang, but no one picked up. The realization struck Clint was out of town, visiting his brother for the weekend. She cursed herself and plopped down next to a tree.

Her head shoved between her hands she debated who to call. Realistically she could return to apartment, but Bruce knew where to find her there and she didn't want to talk right now. Against her rational thinking she dialed Peggy Carter. It rang a couple times before a groggy voice answered the phone.

"Natasha?"

"I-" the russian's voice came out strangled for the first time in a long while, "Uhm-"

Carter sounded a lot more alert when she answered, "Are you ok?"

It took a moment for Natasha to formulate a response before she reluctantly responded, "No."

"Ok," there was some shuffling on the other end of the phone and a small jingling, "Can you share your location, I'll come get you."

"You- it's alright I just-"

"No," Carter said, her voice insistent, "I'm coming to get you. Share your location."

There was the sound of a door opening the sounded as Natasha shared her location on her phone.

"Do you want me to stay on the phone?" Another door slamming and the reving of an engine.

"Yeah," Natasha croaked, her voice sore from screaming.

"Ok."

Breathing echoed through the phone, presumably on both ends, as Carter drove towards her location. Eventually humming reached Natasha's ears as she heard Carter turn on the radio. The woman hummed a song the redhead hadn't heard before, but it was oddly soothing.

It wasn't long before a car pulled up in front of her and Carter stepped out, still dressed in night clothes. Nearly in an instant the woman spotted her and rushed over.

"Are you okay?" Carter gave her a once over, checking her over for injuries.

Natasha nodded, not fully registering the words, but let Carter guide her toward the car. She thinks the british woman asked a question, but the moment Natasha was in the car - a mostly safe space - she allowed herself to zone out.

Once they arrived to the house Carter helped her out, gently guiding her towards the house. The brunette toed off her own shoes before leading Natasha up stairs and into a bedroom. She was placed her on a bed, her brain elsewhere, before Carter disappeared and returned with a change of clothes.

"Put these on, I'll go get you a warm drink. Tea or hot cocoa?"

Natasha dully registered she was being talked to, but her mouth wouldn't open.

"Natasha," Carter bent over so they were eye level, "Hey, Natasha, c'mon, why don't you change and the wash up. The bathrooms just next door and I'll make you a hot drink."

Natasha nodded but didn't make a move to change into the pair of sweatpants and oversized shirt. A heavy sigh came from Carter and the woman dug her hands into Natasha's biceps, hoisting her up.

"Can I help you get changed then?"

Her head nodded of it's own accord, red curls falling into her eyes. Carefully, Peggy lifted her shirt over her head - eyes lingering on the small dotted scar that looked like a small star-burst on her torso. Next cam her pants, the brunette woman removing them with a small blush as Natasha stood dead to the world.

"Lift your feet."

Carter tapped her feet and Natasha lifted them so that the brunette could slip the new pair of pants on.

"Alright," Peggy clapped her hands, the sound startling Natasha, "Sorry, do you want a warm drink or just to sleep?"

"Sleep," she croaked.

"K, you take the bed, I'll my parents room."

Natasha momentarily snapped out of her dazed state with a shake of her head, "It's your house, I'll take the couch. You're nice enough to even let me stay."

"Nope," Peggy sounded firm as she shook her head, "take the bed."

The woman didn't give her a choice to argue because she strided out of the room leaving Natasha alone in the vast room. She took stock of Peggy's room. Soft white sheets laid underneath her with the slightest tint of gray and matching pillows. Polaroid photos were pinned to the wall, mostly of Steve and Peggy together, but a few with two people who Natasha assumed were her parents. A couple featured Stark and Danvers, plus a few with her and Clint. A dark colored night stand housed an alarm clock and a red candle. Everything about the room gave off a vintage feel, comforting in some way.

Delicately, afraid to ruin anything, Natasha laid back on the bed - still above the covers. She thought about what had just happened. Bruce had- she wasn't sure what he had tried to do. He would never rape her, she knew that, but he took it a step too far and she wasn't ready. It wasn't knew, that forceful nature was something she had grown up with during various times in her life. She wasn't a scared eight year old anymore, she was a grown eighteen year old who lived by herself and could make her own decisions.

Automatically, as if she was still in that one home, her hand raised towards the headboard, highlighting the thin white scars encircling her wrist. She closed her eyes slowly, always on edge at a new place before sleep carried her away.

<________>

Neither of them spoke of that night again. Natasha had left early in the morning, before Peggy had awoken, and crept back to her apartment - embarrassingly still barefoot and wearing Peggy's clothes, which she returned the following school week.

Now, Natasha really retreated from the friend group and returned to just hanging out with Clint once more. When the young man saw her after visiting his brother, she told him the whole story while fiddling with her shirt. Clint sighed, pulled her into a hug, and muttered in her ear, "I told you so." She slapped his shoulder with a laugh and Clint glared at Banner in the hallways from that point onward.

School was almost over, and now Clint dragged her to a pizza night at Carter's house - her parents out of town - where he assured Banner would not be there.

Dressed in simple jeans and a hoodie, Natasha munched on a piece of pizza and stood in the corner. Various people milled around, most of which she did not know. Glancing at her watch, the time indicating she had been here for an hour, it was deemed a reasonable time and she decided to slip out. Her body weaved through groups of people as they chatted with each other. As she was about to leave, a voice called out to her.

"Hey Natasha!" Steve was waving her over, a bright smile on his face. Despite his cheery expression from where he stood, Natasha could see the hurt in his eyes at the fact she had been avoiding him in an attempt to avoid his girlfriend.

Steve was standing with an unusual gaggle of people. One man, shaggy brown hair and a jean jacket stood next to Steve - arm slung over the blonde's shoulder. Another woman stood, her brunette hair pulled into a tight bun as she wore jeans and a plaid shirt. Finally one more, a woman with brown hair typing on her phone stood there.

"Guys," Steve turned to face the others as Natasha reluctantly walked over, "This is Natasha. Nat, these are Bucky, Maria, and Daisy."

Bucky and Maria gave a small greeting, both of their voices quiet and short, meanwhile Daisy remained on her phone - typing away. Maria kicked her shin with a cough and the girl looked up from her phone.

"Oh, 'sup," she greeted Natasha before returning towards her phone.

"Ignore her," Maria said, "She's always doing something on there."

"So you're the Natasha I've heard so much about," Bucky commented, his eyes scanning her up and down - not in a bad way, just a "I want to know more."

"Only good things I hope," she replied smoothly.

Conversation mingled in that group for a while. Turns out the trio were a group of Steve's friend from another state, they all had military parents - thus moving around a lot, but had come to visit. Maria spoke the least about her parents, seemingly clamming up at the mention of it. Despite seeming the have a rough past, Daisy threw out that she had been in foster homes casually - the fact seeming to have no consequence to her.

Bucky seemed especially chummy with Steve, and it the blonde wasn't dating Peggy then she would think Bucky and Steve were dating. Deep down she thinks that she was offended she had never heard of these friends before, but Natasha waved that feeling away.

Clint eventually joined them, a drink in hand. He stumbled just the tiniest bit and if you looked close enough his pupils were slightly dilated. Most people wouldn't notice but Natasha assumed his drink, which looked like kool-aid, was spiked.

"Heya," Clint said, his southern accent coming out just the slightest bit - another sign he was drinking, "You guys want some?"

He gestured his cup up, some of it sloshing over the sides.

"Are you drunk?" Steve asked, ever the nobleman.

"Alcohol?" Daisy raised her head, eyes wide with excitement, "Where?"

Clint smiled at her, "No idea who you are, but it's over in the back," he vaguely gestured behind him before snatching Natasha's wrist and dragging her back there, Daisy bolting ahead of them ignoring Steve's protests.

Her best friend filled her a cup of spike punch and pushed it into her hands. She took it without protest, sipping on it carefully. There was a strong amount of alcohol in there, she wasn't sure which kind, but there was a lot.

The party flew by after that, Natasha wasn't sure how many cups of punch she drank, but the world spun as all the highschoolers gathered in a circle on the carpet, lazily sprawled over each other. Steve and Maria were probably the only ones sober.

"Natasha," Stark slurred, he had the most alcohol out of all of them, "truth or dare?"

The game had been going around for a while and Natasha was secretly hoping she would be ignored from her spot on the armchair.

"Truth," Stark had already come up with some crazy dares, resulting in Bucky being shirtless to reveal his prosthetic arm.

"Are you gay?" He smiled dopily at her, the smile morphing into a smirk.

Her cheeks heated as everyone eyed her, particularly the girls and she could feel Carter's gaze piercing her skull.

"Yes," normally she would lie, but her tongue disobeyed her brain and answered of its own accord.

A round of 'ooohs' echoed around, Stark opening his mouth to further question her, but Natasha cut him off - asking Daisy a question. It went a few more rounds before it landed on Stark again and he called on Natasha.

"Dare," she replied reluctantly after the past several people having chosen truth.

Stark pumped his fists in the air, "I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room - other than me of course." His chin tilted up arrogantly.

Natasha rolled her eyes, but stayed in place.

"C'mon," Clint urged, his southern accent clear now, "Choose someone, 's not that hard."

Her feet carried her over to where Carter laid draped across Steve, her head resting on his shoulder. Slowly, Natasha bent down and gave Carter a soft smooch on the kiss. Steve lightly slapped her, but laughed as she sauntered back to her seat with faux confidence.

Carter herself blinked owlishly, not totally present.

The game continued on, Natasha's mind still on that. She had just kissed Peggy. She kissed Peggy Carter. On the cheek, sure, but she kissed her - totally exposing herself. Oh gosh. Natasha wanted to sink into the couch and continued on with the game until it died out. Some people drove home, those sober enough, and others had already fallen asleep.

Natasha was sober enough to drive home, snatching her keys out of her pocket and heading towards the door. She cast her gaze back towards where Carter was passed out, drool slowly seeping out of her open mouth, but she still looked perfect . But she was also Steve's, the fact accented by Steve's arm draped over her shoulders.

Heavy hands turned the doorknob and Natasha drove towards her house. She decided one thing that night, she would graduate high school then leave Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter behind.

#natasha romanoff #peggy carter #peggynat #natasha romanoff x peggy carter #Peggy carter x natasha romanoff #marvel #fanfiction

[azurlily]

Ok ok listennnnn mean girl! Historia au headcannons nsfw and sfw whatever you prefer I just need more mean girl historia fr

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDD YESSSS!!!!!!! PLEASE GOD YES WE BOW DOWN TO MEAN GIRL HISTORIA!!!! Historia as well as yourself are both seniors, so you're both 18.

Mean Girl!Historia Reiss SFW and NSFW

"Wow, you really are pathetic. Useless, weak, and pathetic. In every way."

I wonder how you got into this situation, you thought becoming friends with Historia would be easy because she looks so sweet. You learned the hard way she is anything but sweet.

Shes rough, and mean, and loves to tease you. She loves seeing you squirm, and blush, and look away in fear. She finds it amusing.

You saw her true colors at a sleepover. It was just you two and you were watching a movie. You woke up and it turns out she only invited you over as a dare. She found how sweet and kind you were funny, and couldn't help herself.

She posted about it all over social media and had plenty of fun making your life hell. Of course, only Historia is allowed to make your life miserable. If anyone else dares to, they're dead.

All you have to do is talk to her, maybe cry a bit and whoever it is, is gone the next day.

She is your bully after all so expect to be pushed into walls, lockers, doors. Anything really, she finds you trying to run away or tell her to stop cute.

You can't fight her though. While you might be able to win in a real fight, she'd destroy you in every other way. She'll take everything from you.

You're smart enough not to fight her, even if she's small enough that you could win.

She likes babying and coddling you. You're essentially her toy, plaything, pet, whatever. She owns you, wether she wants to be gentle or not is up to her. Usually she makes fun of you and degrades you, although, there are times where she treats you like you're a weak child in need of help.

She'll coo and play with your hair. Kiss you and tell you it's okay, she loves seeing how red you get. She's touchy even when she's bullying you, she expects you to be okay with it.

Historia refuses to let you pay for things. Doesn't matter, she'll buy you brand new clothes and expects to see you in them. She wants to see her plaything in the clothes she bought.

Historia is horrible during school! She loves to break you down, make you feel insecure, make you feel dumb. Of course in her eyes that's what you are. In her eyes you're a weak, insecure, little bunny who needs to be taken care of.

She intends to be the one to take good care of you.

Loves seeing you cry because it boosts her ego, seeing the tears run down your face as you look at her with wide puppy dog eyes. She laughs, smiles, and giggles just thinking about it.

Loves to hold her power, and family name over you. Oh you dont want to have a sleepover? Oh, maybe you should be careful... your dad/mom might loose their job.

She's hot and she knows it too. She loves seeing people(girl or guy) drool over her. Most of all she loves it when you try to look away while she has some hot new clothes on. She loves seeing you back and forth between her chest and ass.

There is a second way you could have caught her eye.

Historia genuinely doesn't understand why you wouldn't love her. She's perfect in her eyes, and in most others. So you can imagine you just not liking her. That's how she takes an interest in you. Because you don't adore her. Especially when shes being a bitch.

Historia will watch you for some time before finally deciding she wants you. When she decides she owns you, it's all over. You're either in heaven or hell. Depends on if you obey her or not.

As I said before you thought becoming her friend was easy. So when she starts being friendly your opinion of her changes. Then you see the real her and you're fucked.

Historia definitely buys you things just so she can keep a better tab on you. Oh your phone broke? Here's a new one! This one has a tracking device, but you don't know that...

Will buy you makeup just to see you cry in it when she's making fun of you. She finds it adorable, she loves the part where she takes you some where private and cleans you up. Cleaning your face and reminding you to be good, unless you want to earn a punishment.

I'd say her nonsexual punishments consist of ignoring you, being harsher than usual, leaving you alone with some of her meaner friends. She doesn't let any of them touch you. No she'd kill them if they tried.

Another punishment Historia would use is probably: taking away any and all things she bought(which is almost everything you own because she made sure).

Historia stakes her claim over you in her own way. She'll post pictures of you two all over social and the caption will be things like: my favorite toy, hanging out with my nerd, the queen x the geek.

She finds it funny. You do not.

All in all she really has no intention on letting you go. She's going to keep you until she find someone else. She never will though.

You hope, and beg, and pray that someone else will catch her eye, but they never do. She never looks at anyone else. She never feels the need to.

You're hers and you better start getting used to it.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

SEX SEX SEX

She's repressed her sexuality for years and I mean YEARS. So when she finally has you, she's horny all the time, she needs you. You'll let her take you, right?

She's so horny, she gets herself all riled up just by seeing you. She needs you, and she needs you now.

Historia is a switch, either power bottom or pleasure top. She loves seeing you cry as she overstimulates you. She also loves to cry out your name while you eat her out.

"Need, need, need you! P-please fuck me harder! Harder! God dammit!"

She has needs and expects you to fulfill them. If you dont? Well it doesn't end well for you.

Historia loves to reward you just as much as she loves to punish you. She'll find stupid reasons to punish you just so she can get off.

Historia pulls you aside and has you eat her out at parties when she desperately needs it.

She loves screaming your name, she finds it cute how you think you're in control. In reality all she has to do is snap her fingers and you're bent over, waiting, ready for her fingers and strap.

Historias strap is bubblegum pink. She loves it because she gets to joke that it matches your insides. She loves seeing you cum on it too.

Loves to see your cum dripping on her cock. Turns her on to the highest extent.

Historia loves to dress you up. Wether it's in lingerie or some bunny suit. She loves seeing it all. Loves seeing you all dressed up and ready for her.

She makes you wear skirts as a claim of ownership. The skirts will be just enough to pass school dress code. She'll make you take your underwear off for her. She'll hold onto them until she decides you've been good enough.

She gives you things as rewards. Sexually related ones, that is. She'll buy you new lingerie, necklaces, bracelets, collars, thigh highs, pants, skirts.

Anything, as long as you let her fuck you in it, she doesn't care.

Historia adores putting you in collars. She'll make you wear one that says "GOOD SLUT" in all caps and glittery pink. You can whine all you want, she's not letting you go.(she'd never make you wear it in school. She's too "nice")

She'll pull you into the locker room and you two will have angry make out sessions. She's mad because you look so damn cute and she wants you begging for her.

Historia goes crazy when you're too close to others. She's jealous and will take you into the room right next door and fuck you til you (s)cream.

She likes seeing you all embarrassed and shaking after fucking. She'll intentionally pull you into a room with people just to see if you know how to act right.

If you don't and piss her off or embarrass her. You're as good as dead. If you somehow manage not to fuck up. Expect a reward.(most likely a shopping day)

As I mentioned before she does nonsexual punishments. She also does sexual punishments. Those would include:

Putting a bullet vibrator in you and you have to wear it all day in school. She'll mark up your neck with hickeys and bite marks, and she wont let you cover them. Her favorite is when she'll rile you up all get, get you so, so, so ready for her...then she just leaves you all day.

Don't touch yourself. She will know. Doesn't matter if you can't because of a punishment, or if she just told you no.

You better listen, for better or for worse. Always remember who owns you.

Historias aftercare all depends on the status of your relationship. If it. was at the beginning when she saw you as a toy, she'd leave you. She'd expect you to be gone by the next morning and didn't feel the need(or want) to help you.

If it's by the time she has feelings for you and she's accepted it. She struggles with it, but she tries. She buys snacks and drinks she thinks you'll like.

(She tried doing research on aftercare once she developed feeling for you. She wont admit it though.)

She tries to be gentle and not so bitchy but it never works. She ends up just cleaning you up and feeding you snacks while looking at her phone.

She loves you, she does. She just refuses to make it known too well.

#wlw #lesbian #im bad at this #aot girls #attack on titan #modern #mean girl!Historia #historia reiss x reader #historia reiss #i cant write #headcannons #aot headcanons

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

can we please have the next episode of the amnesia verse?

Dick let himself into your shop and paused at the door to stroke Sammy who was contentedly gnawing on his bone. Happy to look pretty for the customers and keep you company.

"Hey," you call from a ladder, adjusting a display. A tree made from salvaged copper. Handmade necklaces and a few pieces of in expensive vintage jewelry hanging from the lower branches, "Feel free to look around. Let me know if you have any questions!"

"Thanks," he said, roaming towards a display of little collectibles. Kitschy little knick knacks that little old ladies loved to collect. Glass dishes in every color. A few tea sets- one he'd LOVE to send to Alfred if only because it was tacky- peak 70's. Lime Green and mustard yellow with gold leaf making rose details. The man would be beside himself.

He ponders it for a second, wondering how he'd ship it back east when the bells above the door jingle and Dick looks up slowly to see a man. Maybe in his 60's. A farmer, probably. With close-cropped grey hair, a red face and a belly hanging over his belt buckle. "Honey Girl," he panted, "Ya gotta help me-"

"What'dya forget this time Merle?" you ask, looking around the display with a grin.

"Forgot Loretta's GD birthday. 42 years and I swear she changes the date-"

Dick watches, smiling a little when you climb down off your ladder and stretch lazily, "Well," you hum, "Does she know you forgot yet or-"

"Not yet. I stalled his this morning and I got a cake coming from Roxie but I gotta have a PRESENT."

"She still use her vanity?" you ask, unlocking the glass case in front of you.

"Every day," Merle said grinning, pleased with himself, "You really saved my bacon with that one Honey-"

You smile and pull a tray out of the case. On the tray, there was a silver hand mirror- a little tarnished and in want of a polish but Ornate. The slight fog on the actual mirror giving it a magical quality. And two matching silver hair combs. A matched set. Something somene had had made for their daugher when she turned 16. "This might just do it, huh?"

Merle rocked back on his heels and carefully picked up one of the delicate combs, "I dunno kid-"

"Come one Merle, 42 years and I bet she still likes feeling like a princess. Loretta does love a good updo. Some fancy combs for her french twist-" You break off, grinning as his face softened. The man loved his wife. Even if he was bad with dates. And you could see him picturing her face light up.

"Wrap it up for me?" he asked, reaching for his wallet, "Maybe find some nice earrings? Hell you know what she likes-"

"Come back around 11," you tell him, winking. "I'll have it all wrapped and looking pretty. She'll never know."

"Keep my tab under $300, huh? I still gotta pay the mortgage."

"Anything to keep my favorite customer out of the dog house."

"God bless ya, Honey," he said, setting the comb down, "Don't know how I'd stay married without you."

He turns to stroll out of the shop to get his other errands done, skulking around while Loretta was busy getting her hair done, and Dick watched him go.

"Honey?" he asked, watching you set about making a gift basket. Making good on your promise to make it all look nice.

You shrug, face heating when you notice how he's looking at you. "My Grandpa used to keep bees," you answer. "When he had extra he used to sell it but with the horses, sometimes e couldn't drop it off himself- so he used to saddle up a horse for me and send me to town. People startled calling me "The Honey Girl"... After a while it just got shortened to Honey."

"So does everyone call you that or-"

"Any more? People who knew my grandparents are the main culprits- but sometimes it's people who knew me at school."

You feel the heat flood your body and you have to try not to look at his lips, mentally smacking the back of your hand. Sure. It had been a while but-

"What's the matter, Honey?" he asked smirking, "You look a little warm."

"Dick," you protest.

"C'mon," he teased, "Let me see if you taste as sweet as you look?"

But before you can answer the door bursts open and a woman comes in, screaming kids in tow. And Dick had to turn quickly to cover his irritation. Last night, playing pool there'd been tension. A really delicious tension. And this just proved it. You wanted him s bad as he wanted you. He just had to get you alone.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #amnesia!verse #ask answered #minors dni

[gurilihi]

Michael Afton x fem!Reader

Hey there guys! This is my first ever fanfiction I published somewhere, so don't expect too much, but I had this idea for a while and the guts to share it. Keep in mind that english isn't my native language, so sincerest apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes (althought I reread it a thousand time)

Written in 3rd pov, texts are in Michael's pov

Word count: ~4500

Warning: reader described as female, she/her pronouns used, slight angst by the end, cursing, reader has some piercings (😏) (sorry for anyone who doesn't), underage drinking, other than that wholesome fluff and crack /I apologise if I missed something/

I have some ideas so if you'd like a part two, or maybe even make this into a fluffy series then let me know!

Hope you enjoy! <3

"I'm leaving!" Y/n shouted back to her mom, who was also getting ready to leave for work. She shut the door behind herself, starting the 20 minute walk to the city's attraction, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, owned by the one and only William Afton and Henry Emily. 'Why am I doing this again?' she tought to herself as she neared the doors, showing her ID to the security guard and entering after he nodded and opened the doors for her, saying a quick 'Have a nice shift, kiddo', then letting go of the automatic door. She went straight to the owner's office, hoping for instructions. She knocked, hearing a quiet 'Come in' and stepping in the office, getting face to face with the infamous Mr. Afton. "Good morning Mr. Afton. I'm here for the summer job we've talked about." She stepped closer as the purple suited man stood up from his desk.

"Ah, yes. Y/n Wenner, I assume? Let me show you arround and tell you what your job is going to be." He said, a friendly smile plastered on his face as he walked towards the girl, placing his hand on her upper back and leading her out of the office and around the building. "So if I'm not wrong, you know my son." He glanced at the girl, raising one of his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

"Michael? Oh yeah, we're classmates but we don't talk that much." She lied, hoping to get away without further questioning.

"Is that so? That's unfortunate. I'm sure you two would get along well." He offered as they stopped in front a restaurant on the third floor. Oh, if only he knew."Well, we're here. You're going to be taking the orders of the guests and serving them if needed. Noel will give you further instructions and your uniform." She nodded as a man, possibly in his late 20's, walked out of El Chip's. "That's it for now. If you have any questions or problems, you're welcome in my office anytime." And with that, he walked away, probably going back to whatever he was doing before. Y/n turned to Noel, who welcomed her with a slight smile.

"Well, welcome to the Pizzaplex. Here's your uniform-" He handed her a black bottom-up, the facility's name embroided on it in neon colors and black suit pants with a black belt. "and you can change in the back in the staff room and also put your stuff down there. Here's a key." She nodded, taking the key and mumbling a 'Thanks' before disappearing into the staff rooms.

The first day wasn't as bad as she expected it to be. She only had one Karen to deal with, regardless of the size and popularity of the building. She'll only have to work as a waitress in the first two weeks, as William told her. When she arrived home, she went straight for the bathroom, showering, then laying down on her bed, trying to get some sleep before her next shift.

Next day, same rutine, same building, same door, same security guard. Same uniform, cleaning everything until it was spotless before opening and serving costumers. Repeating it over and over again. She mentally prepared herself for the costumer as she walked out from her break, tying her hair up. She walked up to the booth where two smaller kids were sitting, another person -probably their dad or older brother- sitting opposite of them, his back facing Y/n as she neared the table. She turned so she could look at all of them, forcing a smile on her face which almost got wiped off when she faced the kids' brother.

"Hi, welcome to El Chip's, what can I get for you?" She said how she usually did, not letting the surprise show in her voice. I mean- it is their dad's place aftet all. Michael looked up at Y/n and seemed to think for a moment before looking her up and down.

"What are you doing here?"

"Summer job. It pays well. But not for chit-chat, so may I get your order?" She clicked on her pen, taking the little notebook from her pocket and flipping a page, waiting patiently, just as Noel teached her. Michael looked back down at his siblings expectingly, but not getting an answer as they only stared up at Y/n.

"Evan? Lizzy? Are you listening?"

"Mikey, she has rings in her mouth!" Elizabeth pointed up at the snake bites piercings in the teenage girl's lips, turning to his older brother and bouncing a little in her seat. "Like you!"

"Yes, now- you know what, we'll just take..." he glanced at the menu. "Two kid's menus with ketchup and a medium grilled cheese salad with extra barbeque." He held his forehead and sighed.

"-Extra barbeque... Noted. Any drinks?"

"No, thanks." He waved her off.

"Okay. I'll be right back." She wavered off, going in the kitchen area and telling the order to a cook-bot. Michael stared at her as she walked to another table with a family of six, noticing the annoyed expression on her face before repainting it for a smile. He placed his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow keeping it up as he observed the girl.

"Mikey?" Came the small voice of his little brother. He sighed, turning to Evan, who was squeezing the life out of his fredbear plush, only humming back in a questioning way. "Who is she?"

"Yeah, Mikey, who is she? You seem to like her!" Michael's eyes widened as he immediately shushed his sister, looking around if the girl in question heard it.

"Can you two please keep it down?!" He wisper-shouted at them, leaning over the table a little. "She's just one of my classmates, and no, I don't like her like that!"

"But you mentioned a girl to Dad before."

"Yes, because we worked on a group project together with others and hung out once or twice with the group, but nothing more!" Evan and Elizabeth remained silent after that, patiently waiting for their food to arrive, while Michael scribbled on a piece of paper, glancing up from time to time at the girl speedwalking between tables. He quickly looked back down at his paper and put it away when he noticed the girl walking back to their table with all four plates stacked on her arms, holding the little freddy charms in her right hand before handing one to each kid.

"Two kids' menus with ketchup and a medium grilled cheese salad with extra barbeque sause."

"Yes, thank you." He glanced at his siblings expectingly before clearing his throat. They snapped their heads up before smiling up at Y/n.

"Thank you!" They said at the same time.

"Good. Now eat before Monty gets here and eats you instead!" He made a roaring sound in the direction of poor Evan, who digged his face in his plush. Lizzy just shook her head and turned to the older girl.

"Boys will be boys." Y/n chuckled at the little girl's humor, patting her head.

"You couldn't be more right." She smiled, turning to Micheal, who was messing up his little brother's hair. "Bon Appetit! And just call if you want something." And with that she walked away, grabbing more plates and placing it on the right tables. The kids started eating, but Michael took out his phone, reading the messages his friends sent in the groupchat.

"Who are you talking to?" Michael didn't answer his sister, just put his phone away and started eating.

Before Y/n could've known, she was already getting ready to head home on Friday and go to the party.

"Bye Noel! I'm going home!" She shouted as she headed out of the staff room.

"Bye kiddo! Have a nice weekend!" He waved at her as all the cook-bots looked up from what they were doing, all of them saying a quick "Bye Y/n" in uninion, which earned a slight giggle and a wave back from the girl. On her way out she ran into Foxy as usual, giving him a high-five and a friendly smile. Pirate Cove was always one of her favourite things in the Freddy Fazbear foodchain, aspecially since there usually wasn't many, if any children running around the enthusiastic fox animatronic. While she walked she messaged the groupchat, saying that she got off her shift and asking what the address was again, which turned out to only be one of her friends' house. When she got home, she immediately ran up to her room to change, packing only the neccesary things in her little backpack, quitely slipping in a bottle of vodka next to her phone's charger, change of clothes, pajamas appaerently as it was aquired by Jeremy, and wallet.

"I'm leaving and I'm taking my motor!" She shouted at her mom, closing the door after grabbing her motor's key. She went in their garage, taking her helmet and pushing the motorbike out, closing the garage and hopping on the vehicle, speeding off to her friend's house. When she arrived at the large house, she leaned the motor to the wall, ringing the bell. Jeremy opened the door after a minute. He was holding his phone in his other hand, an annoyed expression darking his face. "'Sup! What's with the sour face?"

"Greetings, Y/n. Mike just messaged me his car broke down, so he has to walk."

"Ask him where's he. I'll pick him up. Do you have a spare helmet?" Jeremy shoke his bead as he looked down at his phone, typing a text. "Then he'll use mine. Did he answer?" Jess and Oliver came down the stares, standing behind Jack. "Hey Ols, Hi Jess!" She waved at the pare.

"He's at the city courthouse. I told him to wait there, we're coming to get him."

"And by we, you mean me." Y/n glared and the shorter boy.

"Of course, you two have to confess your love sometime." He turned around, slamming the door after saying a quick "drive safe".

"Fucking srimp." She turned around starting back up her bike and driving off to the courthouse. It was a 15 minute drive and when she slowed down in front of the bulding, she saw Michael's figure sitting down on the staires. She stopped in front of him on the road, taking off her helmet. "Hop on whimp, they're waiting for us." He looked up, placing his phone in his bag and standing up.

"So this is what Jeremy meant by "we"." He stopped in front of the girl, not yet taking the helmet she was offering.

"Yeah, get on with it if you don't want to walk." She streched out her arm more, gesturing for him to finally take the helmet.

"Where's yours?"

"I only have one and passenger safety first, so will you stop whining and take the fucking helmet before I leave you here?" He huffed, accepting it and following her in sitting on.

"Since when do you have a motorbike anyway?"

"God, you do not stop asking questions, do you?" She started the bike, already driving back to the house. "Hold on to something. I wouldn't want a pretty boy like you to fell off."

"I might well just say that it's hot that you ride a bike if we're here." He smirked, carefully placing his hands right above her waist, trying not to invade her space too much.

"I'd say that it's not the only thing that I'm riding, but that would be lie." She bickered back when they stopped at a red light.

"We could change that." He slid his hands a bit lower, testing the waters. "You just have to say so, princess."

"Keep your hands and cheesy nicknames for yourself for now." She rolled her eyes, just as a car rolled up next to them, a young looking male rolling down the window and shamelessly staring at Y/n. Michael turned his head in the man's direction, squeezing her waist a little in a warning manner. She looked back at her passenger before following his gaze. Just as she looked at the car's rolled down window, the driver whistled.

"Hey there, doll. How about you drop that asshole down and pull over to give me your number?" She rolled her eyes, preparing to speed away from the catcaller.

"That asshole is my brother and the only number you'll be getting from me is thr number on your hospital bills if you don't shut up, bitch." She flipped him off and looked both way before continuing to drive.

"Why did you say I was your brother?" Michael asked after a minute of deafening silence between them.

"If I said you were my boyfriend he wouldn't have left us alone and we would be followed still. Catcallers tend to be more scared of a brother than a boyfriend. But your surprised face probably bailed on us." She chuckled, slowing as they entered the familiar neighbourhood.

"How many times do you get catcalled on a regular day?" He asked coutiously, softening on his grip.

"When I dress casually then usually zero. Revealing clothes are a bit different though but it still depends of what type of a guy I'm passing by." She explained. The boy behind her nodded, thinking a little.

"What type of guy I am?"

"That's a thing only you know." She stopped the vehicle, letting Mike get off first, then herself before turning to him. "But if you ask for my opinion, then I'm honest when I say that you look like a dick at first sigh, but I trust you to walk with you in a dark alleyway at night and dress like a slut and I wouldn't get called out on it or stared at one bit." She ran her fingers through her hair. "You're a nice guy Mike, any girl would be lucky to have a respectful partner like you." She smiled up at him, then walked to the door. Michael was just standing there, eyes wide and his cheeks reddening. He shook the strange feeling off, trying to slow down his pounding heart and followed her in the house. "We're back!"

"Good God, I thought you two pulled over to fuck or something. What took so long?" George shufled out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of chips. Y/n grimaced, taking a piece of the snack.

"We thought about it but we came to the conclusion that Jeremy's bed is probably confier." Michael shrugged, taking the house keys. "I'll go, put your bike in the garage."

"Thanks." George waited until the tall boy shut the door before elbowing the girl in her ribs.

"So? How was the ride?" She shrugged, searching the kitchen cabinets.

"We ran into a douchebag."

"Oooooh. Did he protect you?"

"Didn't need much protection." George hummed, eating more of the chips.

"I heard your little confession outside."

"It was hardly a confession. I just said he's nice and I trust him."

"And that any girl would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend." She blushed a little, giving up on finding more snacks, searching for cider instead. "I'm just saying that I see him eyeing you all the time. You two seriously need to talk a little heart to heart. Let yourself flow with the tides. You're basically a couple now, just didn't confess your feelings."

"I don't know George. He doesn't seem that interested in me. And even if he would like me, he deserves someone better anyway." The girl looked to the side, holding a twelve pack Summersby.

"For fuck's sake, there's noone better for him than you! You have so much similarities, same interests, trust, everything he needs and wants is in you!" They snapped their head in the direction of the stairs, looking at Matt who walked down.

"Where's that fucking bowl of chips, Geor- oh, welcome back. Looks like the lovebirds arrived. C'mon, we were about to start without you." Everyone walked up and into Jeremy's bedroom, Y/n placing the drinks down in the middle of the circle they sat down in.

"And I brought a spare bottle of vodka."

"Nice, can we start now?" Jeremy looked around, everyone nodding or shrugging. "Nice. But with what though?"

"Spin the bottle is unnecessary as we're by ourselves, so I suggest truth or dare." Jess stated, opening a bottle of cider.

"I wanna start." Oliver copied Jess' actions, looking around as he took a sip. "Jeremy."

"Ok, so now we know that Mike is afraid of fucking foxes, Oliver is an ex Dream SMP fan, Jess would fuck anybody, George plays Roblox in his free time, Y/n has her nipples pierced and Matt can play the flute. And I thought we knew everything about eachother." Jeremy fake sniffled. "But it's time we spice things up ladies and gentleman, so the girls can go to the bathroom to change." He pushed the girls out with her bags and shut the door behind them.

"I start to think that this was just an excuse so they could jack off." Jess laughed, taking her pajamas out of her bag, Y/n doing the same as she scoffed. "Ok I have to ask this. Do you really have nipple piercings?"

"Yeah." She answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Are they healed?"

"I got them after my 16th birthday, so yeah, pretty much."

"I dare you to not wear a bra under that shirt." Jess smirked after she pulled up her pants. Y/n froze, slowly turning her head in her best friend's direction.

"Are you nuts?!

"Yeah, but HE's in there and you're super hot, so why not. And it's not like it's cold or something." The black haired girl thought for a second before turning her back to Jess and clipping off her bra, throwing it in her bag and pulling the oversized shirt over her head.

"There. Are you happy?"

"Yeah, and he will be too." Jess opened the door, stepping outside.

"I hate you so much." Y/n muttered, crossing her arms in front of her chest before they stepped back inside Jeremy's room. They boys were discussing something, all of them sitting in shorts and a shirt or tank top as they turned their heads towards the girls. Y/n hopped down between Matt and Oliver, Jess sitting on the other side of Jeremy, next to George.

"You're back. I thought you guys were gonna take a year." Matt commented, taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm sick of those type of girls, you know that."

"Can we continue? It's my turn." Oliver complained.

"Yeah, sure whatever."

"Mike." Oliver smirked, glancing at the three other boys who mirrored his expression.

"And you can't say truth, because you choose that for the last two rounds."

"Then why even ask? Just spit it out." He glared at the blond.

"I dare you to go to the other bedroom with Y/n. For at least fifteen minutes." The mentioned girl almost spat her drink out, founding herself in a coughing fit after.

"Why am I involved in this shit again?" She managed to croak out. "It's his dare, not mine!"

"Because I said so. Now go! The earlier you start you earlier you can get out." Oliver pulled her up and pushed her in the direction of the guest bedroom, Mike standing up on his own and following them after giving a death glare to Jeremy, George and Matt. "And try to be quiet!" And with that he shut the door behind them. Y/n sighed, hopping on the bed and crossing her legs, Michael sitting down on the other end of the bed.

"I might as well ask if we're here." He whispered after a long minute of silence. "Did you mean it? What you said outside?" Clare hugged her legs to her body, resting her chin on her knees.

"Yeah... I never really experienced real love and friendship until now, and you guys are very important to me, however weak that may sound. And I want you to be happy, whatever it takes."

"It doesn't make you weak, but an awesome friend."

"Mmmh."

"I also heard your conversation dowstairs with George." Y/n froze, her heart speeding up as slight blush covered her cheeks. "I don't know who you were talking about, but believe me when I say that guy is lucky as fuck. To have you fallen so much head over heels for him that you think you're less than perfect. And he's an idiot if he doesn't see it and not appreciate you for even a second."

"It's funny." Y/n chuckled, tears starting to cloud her vision.

"What?"

"You trashtalking yourself." Mike's heart skipped a beat as he stared in front of him with wide eyes. Y/n gasped, starting to get off the bed and wiping the tears. "Fuck, sorry, I'm gonna go." She ran out the door, the others snapping their heads at the harsh sound.

"No, wait, fuck. Y/n, come back!" Mike stood up, starting to step after the girl, but he was stopped by Jess running after her. The boys stood in front of Mike with a worried expression.

"How did you fuck up this time?"

"I didn't! She just didn't give me any time to answer before she ran out." The boys were silent as they looked at eachother with furrowed eyebrows.

"Answer to what?"

"Y/n? Y/n?!" Jess shouted after her as the black haired girl ran under the stairs and sat down, pulling her knees close. "Y/n?" She asked again softly as she searched for her. She finally walked to the stairs, looking under after she heard Y/n's muffled sniffles. She frowned at the sight of her best friend, mascara running down her red cheeks, her nose rosy and runy, trying to slow down her breathing. "Hey there. Can I sit down, so we can talk about it?" She only nodded as an answer and Jess didn't hasitate crawling next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, letting her sob into her pajama shirt. "What the fuck did he do? Do I need to beat him up?"

"No-no." She forced out after she slowed her breathing. "I was the one who fucked up. He said that he heard my conversation with George and said whoever the guy is we were talking, he's very lucky and an idiot if he doesn't see how much he means to me and I said that it's funny that he's trashtalking himself."

"And what did he answer to that?"

"I didn't let him. I told him and now we can never be the same. He probably dispises me if not hates me, he'll tell his dad and I'll get fired and our friendsgroup's gonna brake because he'll never talk to me again. I'm a failure just like my mother said." She started crying again. "I just- I just hope he'll find the perfect girl he deserves and be happy."

"That's you." Y/n squeezed Jess' arm at the sound of Michael's voice. "And your mother's a bitch for saying things like that to you. You're the kindest, sweetest, strongest, most beautiful and creative person I have ever met. You're not afraid of shit life punches you in the face with. Even after all the crap you've been through, you manage to smile every day, which can light up the whole world. Your laugh is adorable and could melt me on the spot. You bring meaning to my days, a reason to get up and keep going. I'm sorry I didn't answer right away, I was just surprised someone like you could have feelings for me." He stood up from sitting on the stairs, leaning down to look her in the eyes. He offered her a hand, helping her stand. He cupped her rosy cheeks, gentle thumbs wiping away the salty tears running down. "Can I?" He carefully pulled her closer, holding eye contact as she muttered a hazy "yeah", closing his eyes, leaning close, lips ever so softly touching hers. Her hands snaked up to around his neck, melting into the kiss. He grabbed her waist, gently pulling her closer as they forgot everything else existed, only foxusing on eachother, completely blocking out the cheers of their friends. She slowly pulled away, lingering in the feeling of his plump lips against hers, leaning her forehead against his. Y/n sighed, carefully opening her eyes and they met with his, making her dig her face in his shirt, hiding her red cheeks. After giving them a smug side-glance, Jess walked up the stairs, pulling the other four with her.

"C'mon guys, we gotta leave them alone for a bit. Let them have their moment." She whispered, tiptoeing back up to her twin brother's room.

"But I wanna hear what they talk about." George whined, pulling his wrist away from the girl's grip.

"Knowing Mike there won't be too much talking." Matt muttered, turning his head away to try and muffle his snicker.

"I meant every word I said, y'know." He whispered, comfortingly sliding his hand up and down her back slowly while staring at the wall over her head. "I know we haven't known eachother well for that long, and feel free to tell me to shut up if you feel uncomfortable, but god, I don't know what I would do without you. I get butterflies whenever I look at your smile or hear your laugh. You look so beautiful no matter what and I just want to make all your pain and insecurities go away. I could stare at you for hours without a single thought of ever looking away. You are truely entirely perfect in every way. Just the thought of someone else holding your hand like I want twists my heart... You mean a hella lot to me. A reason to keep going, put up with my shitty dad, get out of bed every day." He took a breath, afraid of saying anything else, fearing that his words will bring negative consequences. "What I'm trying to say is... I'm in love with you."There was a moment of silence before he felt her squeeze him thighter.

"I think I'm in love with you too. So fucking much."

If I made any mistakes, let me know! Hope you enjoyed anyway and have a wonderful rest of your day! <3

If there will be a part two and you'd like to added to the taglist, message me

#fnaf #michael afton #michael afton fluff #michael afton fanfiction #michael afton angst #michael afton x you #michael afton x reader #michael afton x y/n #michael afton x reader angst

[thevoidbunny]

Since the datamine is in a couple of days, I've decided to talk on the most intriguing image in Pokemas. This:

Let me provide some context for this. Back in 2019, there was a leak of 1.0.0 beta of Pokemas, and this image was uncovered, alongside code for Swimsuit Misty, Camilla (now known as Tina), and many other characters such as N and Looker. While it became common place for people to use the leak to speculate/theorycraft new units, this image fell under the radar and was mostly forgotten. And to be fair, this image didn't make much sense back in the early era of the game. After all, Hoopa belonged to Lear, and Paulo wasn't seen as important, so why would he be in an event with Hoopa? Now, after the Paulo Interludes, we have a valid reason for them to be together. "But Void!" you say, "Why is Hoopa Confided in the image? Shouldn't it be Hoopa Unbound?" Well I have a simple explanation: Things change in development. From the time this image was found to the time the Paulo interludes were implemented, about 3 years had passed. Many things have changed in PokeMas from when the game first launched, so it wouldn't be a stretch to say the story has also undergone changes. My best guess right now is that this image was an early draft of an event, that was scrapped but wasn't removed in the data, which is how it ended up in the leak. Okay now with the preamble out of the way, Who is THIS?

This little girl has been living in my head rent free for the last FOUR YEARS Like, no model of her has been found in game, the only evidence of her existence is this single image, and yet if she was scrapped why in the world would DENA use resources in making her a 3d model- It's, ugh, it's frustrating. Not to mention the fact she looks weirdly like... Tina... WAIT WAIT THEORY TIME THIS WAS THE ORIGINAL MODEL FOR TINA, BUT WAS ULTIMATELY SCRAPPED FOR THE MODEL WE KNOW TODAY/ Think about it, both of them have the same hair swoop, the headband, they both have orange color schemes, even the fact she's with Paulo- It's all coming together. But, I do have hope that this character will be utilized, after all, they did make a 3d model of her, so perhaps she'll appear in whatever story they have planned for Paulo. After all, Tina ended up appearing, and we all though she was scrapped. ...OR MAYBE SHE'S ACTUALLY LEAR'S SISTER AND- *gets dragged offstage*

#pokemon masters #pokemas #i've connected the dots #you didn't connect shit #forgive my rambling #this image has been haunting me like that one AKIRA meme

[discet]

Hmm, here's my own Owl House AU pitch for you, an Caleb/Philip Swap.

Caleb kills Philip during there final confrontation instead of the other way around. Aside from the immense guilt, this ends up putting the seed in Caleb's mind that peace between the Human and Demon realms is impossible and if his former countrymen where to ever managed to find a way onto the Boiling Isles in force....

This ends up growing into an obsession that alienates him from his wife and children. He has to find a way to save everyone, even if it requires some... regrettable... necessities.

This sounds neat! The way you phrased it makes it sound like Caleb turns evil in your AU but I think I would make him just antagonistic.

I think in a swap AU Caleb ends up kidnapping people. Which may sound extreme, but let me explain.

Witch hunts were prevalent in the Americas obviously in Caleb's day, but they never really... stopped. I think Caleb uses the portal door (maybe doors by the modern day) to just save men women and children who are accused of witchcraft and just yoinks them to the boiling isles before they are killed. Which has the adverse effect of kind of making their accusers look correct but by then the innocent have been ferreted away.

On the other end of the portal we see a boiling isles much changed. Without Phillip there to segregate the witches into the covens or lock up weirdos there's a much more equitable world. I think probably ruled by a council with a seat for witches, demons, and one for displaced humans. The last of which is headed up by caleb, a glyph covered immortal human.

Humans taken in are offered lessons in glyph magic to help adjust to their very scary home.

Which is where Luz comes in, set up near the start of the story is the same. Luz is an outcast, obsessed with magic, and about to be sent to reality check camp. I think after her mom leaves Luz makes an overly dramatic remark about how 'my life is over' and 'what's the point' 'gonna be bored to death' (you know typical teenage whinging) and out of the corner of her eyes she catches sight of a mysterious woman (its eda, obviously its eda though with her original hair color) doing just a little bit of magic.

Luz follows her a bit curious and Eda asks if she would be interested in going to a new magical world. S1 naive head in the clouds Luz obviously says yes (with maybe a belated 'wait, should I really trust some strange woman in a-' and then Eda yoinks her through the portal)

Luz is obviously blown away by this magical world, a shining magical civilization, in many ways a lot more welcoming than the one canon Luz finds herself in canon. Closer to that PG-13 world she always imagined.

Eda shows her around happy for once to not have someone scared out of their wits to save. Everything seems great even gets to meet Eda's great great great grandfather Caleb, one of the most prolific humans on the boiling isles who of course welcomes her.

The shine comes off the apple when Luz mentions that she can't wait to tell her mom about all this. Show her that magic was real that it wasn't an impossible dream. An awkward pall falls over the gathering as Caleb explains that Luz won't be allowed to return to the human world.

After all, there are open minded folks like himself and Luz, who see wonder in this world, in the boiling isles. But there are those who would also irrationally fear it and seek to destroy it. Which was why no one was allowed to return back to Earth.

Luz suddenly very fearful that she'll never see her Mom again says that well its been neat, but she was ready to head back. Caleb regretfully informs her that was impossible, now that she had seen everything that was impossible

[As a note, humans are allowed to leave, but they need to have all of their memories of the Boiling Isles removed and burned. A procedure that could only be consented to once they were an adult. So that wasn't an option for Luz cause that's 4 years of her life that would evaporate. Also the option to bring Luz's mom over, but Luz is hesitant to uproot her mother's life like that]

Trying to move things on, Caleb asks Luz whether she would like to be placed with a foster family for her stay in the dorms, even offering a room in the Clawthorne family home, genuinely apologetic for the misunderstanding. Luz ultimately opts for the dorms (I think her roommate may be Vee? dunno I'd need to think on it.)

Ultimately after half a season of Luz looking for ways back home and being stonewalled by every organization and path, she's almost ready to give up. Only to get a new offer. Someone who tells her that they could get her home, if she was willing to help them out. After all, they knew all too well it could be trapped someplace against their will :)

#toh #luz nozeda #swap au #au workshop

[poisonouswritings]

Hi! Love your work and it's been getting me through the last legacy drought ;-;

May I request the main 3 with a MC that wears really cute or baggy clothes so you can't see their figure too well but one day after idk getting caught in the rain the mc is changing the LIs just see that mc is ripped/ has badass tattoos and the LIs just shuting down lol

Literally none of them are prepared for this

GN!Reader, changing the scenario a little bit, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage)

It's a casual day. You've been working on some spellwork for the better part of the morning and decide to take a quick stretch break. So out you go to Fathom's training yard! Only to see Anisa throw Sage (like a sack of potatoes) into a stack of haybales while Felix applauds from a bench on the sidelines.

Sage clambers up to his feet, straw stuck in his braid, growling and snapping at Anisa and demanding a redo. Meanwhile Anisa is trying not to snicker as she says that Sage must be getting slow.

That's right about when you step into view, wearing some sweatpants and a baggy hoodie.

Felix beckons for you to sit next to him, eagerly asking you how your studying is going. Do you need help with anything? A lot of those spells can be quite difficult for someone who has only recently started learning, though you are doing a magnificent job so far

Anisa happily goes to hug you - aka pick you up and spin you - in greeting. Says it's good that you're taking a rest! Spells can be difficult, and you need to take it easy. She just doesn't want you tiring yourself out. Though if you need someone to carry you, she's at your service

Sage is now significantly more mortified at the fact Anisa just yote him. He tries to play it off but his face is bright red and his tail keeps twitching. You hardly even get a word out before he starts loudly proclaiming that Anisa Is A Dirty Cheat! And He Totally Wouldn't Have Lost If She Had Played Fair! As if you haven't seen him get his ass handed to him multiple times already. Okay Sage. Whatever you gotta tell yourself.

You wave their concerns away and assure them you're fine, just a little antsy. Maybe a spar would help you get your focus back? And obviously your partner jumps at the idea. So game on!

Felix hops up from the bench and takes his place on one end of the little battlefield. Green flames flicker at his fingertips. This will be a good chance to judge how your offensive spellcasting is coming along :)

Anisa takes her position and readies her sword, rattling off a few things for you to remember - stay out of reach of her blade, aim low, etc etc. This can be a good teaching moment. She's a little less concerned about you learning to fight as she is you defending yourself - after all, she's your knight. She'll be there to fight for you :)

Oh, Sage saunters over to his spot, picking the last of the hay from his hair. First one to pin the other wins. Sound good? He's taught you enough that you should have a fighting chance, so long as you don't start overthinking it. Just know that he won't take it easy on you ;3

Alright. You yank your hoodie up over your hea-

Holy fucking shit you're ripped

And you have badass tattoos?

No one was prepared for that. At all.

Felix's flames immediately sputter out. Suddenly he can't look you in the eye. The tips of his ears go pink. He knew you were strong - you've helped him lug around massive piles of books enough times to be sure of that - but he had no idea you'd look like this under your usual baggy attire! He... He wants to see you in a corset. Sorry not sorry.

Anisa nearly drops her sword in surprise. Her pupils do that excited cat-prinpick thing that happens when she's excited, and her hair poofs like fur. Man. She's gonna have to make some adjustments to your training regimen. Which she'll plan out as soon as she stops drooling.

*tail wag tail wag tail wag* Sage Will Not Recover From This Anytime Soon. Suddenly he's a lot more interested in this match, though you get the sneaking suspicion from the flustered-yet-excited look on his face that he's totally gonna let you win because he's horny and wants to be pinned. Obviously he asks if you have more tattoos. He'll show you his if you show him yours.

You try to spar with your partner but,, uh,,,

Felix's spells keep fizzling out because he can't concentrate.

Anisa is so flustered she nearly trips over her own boots.

Sage practically lays down on the floor for you to pin him.

You end up just going to do some stretches and maybe whack a training dummy a few times while everyone (especially your partner) tries to wrap their heads around what they just witnessed.

Sorry your partner is a massive fucking simp

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #anisa anka #last legacy anisa #fictif anisa #sage lesath #last legacy sage #fictif sage #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

[fadedstarsfms]

Charlie Mason Intro

MAGGIE, 21+, CST; SHE/HER. | if you’re hearing NOTHING ARRIVED by VILLAGERS playing, you have to know CHARLIE MASON (SHE/HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the 30 year old LIBRARIAN has been in denver for, like, 5 YEARS. they’re known to be quite REBELLIOUS, but being CARING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble PHOEBE TONKIN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those RUNNING TOWARDS WHAT YOU KNOW, MAKING YOUR OWN FAMILY, & ALWAYS WANTING TO HELP vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

car accident tw, death tw, pregnancy tw

★𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣★

Birth Date: April 12, 1993 Zodiac: Aries Gender: Cis Woman Pronouns: She/Her Sexual & Romantic Orientation: Pansexual

★𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚★

Height: 5′7″ Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin Hair color/style: Long, Brown, Wavy Eye color: Hazel Tattoos: She has a small ASL tattoo on her right wrist Piercings: Multiple ear piercings

★𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮★

Positive Traits: Caring, Protective, Playful Neutral Traits: Adventurous, Cautious, Outspoken Negative Traits: Rebellious, Impatient, Insecure Fears: Being alone, Heights, Accidents Goals: Being loved for who she is, Settle down somewhere, Having a family Hobbies: Reading, Crocheting, Jewelry Making

★𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩★

Hometown: Denver, Colorado Education: Working on her Masters in Library Science Mother: Deceased Father: Deceased Siblings: WC Children: Nicholas Mason

★𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩★

Residence: Montbello District Job: Children's Librarian Significant Others: It's complicated but technically none currently How Long She’s Been Here: Five years

★𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮★

The first six years of Charlie's life were perfect, what any child deserves. Charlie only wished that she remembered more of it. What she does remember is that she had two loving parents and an older sibling who doted on her. Charlie can remember the love she felt from them all, but she also remembers the immense sorrow the two children felt when the family was in a car crash on New Years eve. After being taken to the hospital, the Mason children were told that their parents didn't make it.

At first they were placed in foster care together around the Denver area. But eventually the two were separated and Charlie was scared shitless without her older sibling. It was clear from her caseworker that she going to be a runner, with every placement she eventually would try to run away to try to find where they were.

Charlie never got adopted but the placements weren't terrible, just never permanent. As soon as she aged out she got married to practically the first person who looked at her. Luckily they quickly realized that it wasn't going to last and it ended amicably. After moving to Southern California she decided to go to college. From a young age she knew she wanted to help children and she wanted to combine that with her love of reading.

Five years ago she decided to move back to Denver, even if it was full of difficult feelings from her past. After a one night stand Charlie discovered that she was pregnant. The two ended up becoming great parents, sharing equal custody and always putting their son Nicholas first.

★𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨★

Friends - Maybe they met when they were teens, before Charlie left town. Maybe they met when she came back. Let's plot!

Frequent Fliers - Have a kid? Do they love to read? Chances are that Charlie knows you both!

One Night Stands/Ex's - Listen Charlie can be a bit of a mess. She does not want to admit her feelings for anything let alone Felix, so she tends to distract herself.

Neighbors - She's a good neighbor, always tries to be friendly. She'll even bake you her store bought cookies if you'd like.

There will be more but truly let's just plot!

★𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩★

Nothing Arrived by Villagers

Strange Mercy by St. Vincent

Chop and Change by The Black Keys

Body & Blood by clipping.

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten

Falling by Florence + The Machine

You're On Your Own Kid by Taylor Swift

I Have A Dream by ABBA

Everywhere I Go by Lissie

#&& my dear sweet nothing let's start anew (charlie mason) #charlie intro #chq;intro

[aitchnkay]

Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 18

Character archetypes exist for a reason, Xia KeXin mused, watching Jiang YanLi almost scurrying from the Jin section of the camp to stop to talk with Lan WangJi and then hurry off to the Nie camp. Maybe Miss MXTX read Pride and Prejudice, and maybe she didn't. Either way, everyone knows that the Miss Elizabeth Bennett archetype marries the Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy archetype. And Miss Jane Bennett marries Mr. Charles Bingley. Miss YanLi is obviously more of a Jane Bennett so why did she marry a Darcy figure? Xia KeXin looked down the street to where Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi were packing. MXTX got that pairing right. Wei Ying is such an Elizabeth Bennett to Lan Zhan's Darcy. Colin Firth is the sexiest Mr. Darcy on screen; I'll allow this Lan Zhan or his actor Wang YiBo would give him a run for his money in the wet shirt contest. Why did I have to transmigrate into a forty-seven year old fortune teller instead of into one of their bodies? She looked down at her wrinkled skin on her hands and sighed. I'm not even that old. Back home women in their forties were still getting their groove on. Here? Everything hurts when I wake up. Or try sitting on the mats. Thank God for that carpenter! She had found one of the Wen civilians was a carpenter and commissioned him to make her a rocking chair. It had been a grueling process, as he'd never tried to make the curved runners, and she had no idea how to draw a rocking chair to scale, but the end product was well worth it. Several other women had openly eyed the rocker, thinking how useful it would be to be able to sit comfortably while nursing babies or trying to put them to sleep. Or for just taking an afternoon rest.

But back to Jiang YanLi. Obviously Jane Bennett marries Mr. Bingley. Wealthy, kind to everyone, the part where Mr. Bennett says they'll outspend their income is optional, I suppose. As are his annoying sisters and bland brother-in-law. Jin ZiXuan is wealthy, so.... She frowned at her crochet project. Wealthy, yes. But too damn proud to be Bingley. And definitely not kind enough. He's definitely a Darcy 2.0 more than a Bingley. Yeah, so he ends up completely besotted with YanLi. Big whoop. She deserves someone who doesn't need to be smacked in the proverbial face before he realizes what kind of woman she is. So... wealthy and kind? The only one here that fits that bill is... Lan XiChen? Xia KeXin rocked a bit faster, thinking of how the handsome sect leader looked standing next to Jiang YanLi. They do look good together, don't they.... YanLi looks good in that pale lavender she perfers, so I'm guessing that she'll look good in those pastel blues XiChen wears, too. She can even mix and match, probably... White under robes with lavender as her next layer and her outer layers blue.... Or purple, white, blue? That would probably look best? Or... what's that... ombrage? No. What's it called? Xia KeXin internally rolled her eyes at failing to remember the word. It's right on the fucking tip of my tongue! Ombrange? Katie did it to her hair right before we went on vacation, too. In almost the same colors as I'm trying to see for YanLi. Shit! Blue on top fading into purple at the bottom. Not ombrage! She looked up at the sky and mentally screamed at herself. "Got my tongue stuck between my eyeteeth, so I can't see what I'm saying," she spoke out loud in English.

"Did you say something?" a woman passing by asked.

"Just talking to myself," Xia KeXin smiled. Ombre! That's the word. Or Ballyage. I am such a dumb idiot sometimes. Ombrage. What the Hell, Summer? Don't you dare lose your English. It's all I have to remind myself who I was.

She picked up her crochet project and continued the row, thinking about how to get Jane and Bingley together. It just made more sense than Jane and Darcy 2.0.

#wangxian #the untamed #chen qing ling #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #cql #jiang yanli #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wangji

[strawberryshortcakegirl]

HSMTMTS Season 3 Trailer Thoughts

The beginning's actually kinda funny (something wildcats!).

Why is the right part of the scene blurred at 16 seconds..? It's pretty obvious if you pause there.

MADDOX MY LOVE

Maddox's face when she's holding out the phone bin lol

Is it just me or is Kourtney taking a selfie at a random moment kind of like Season 1 Carlos?

It annoys me that they spent 14 seconds in the trailer on the announcing Corbin and the putting on Frozen part (mainly because it was already in the sneak peek) but I know, some FaNs didn't know about it sooo

So Gina's wearing all gold while dancing on stage. I think that she's gonna have her Season 1 Nini moment where she's auditioning and then is suddenly transported to some dream stage and wearing something different (they did this in 1-2-3 in season 2 as well).

I can't see Olivia Rodrigo or Nini with a gigantic sunhat and holding a white lace umbrella but here we are

And Ricky is now standing on a log looking out to the city. I was thinking it's probably some Troy song, like Scream perhaps...? Although to be realistic, maybe EJ should sing Scream because of his whole college decision (which strangely wasn't even brought up in the trailer).

So now Gina's talking about how this is her first time doing a bunch of stuff. I think that maybe she's about to sing For the First Time in Forever because.... I mean it would make sense.

Carlos looks ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED talking about how Portwell will be a thing all summer...

Gina girl it is not your first time going all out for the lead in the show. You did that with HSM, you just didn't actually get the lead... unless Gina's talking about going all out AS the lead of the show?

They show a color wars song for a bit. Meg/Val has a mic so I'm sure she'll be singing quite a bit in that song. I'm lowkey not interested at all in a color wars thing, but oh well. Maybe it'll be interesting. Oh and later in the trailer it shows Jet (on the yellow team) being held up by his teammates so I guess we already know that the yellow team wins

Val announcing EJ as the director is making me ship Casval even harder (yes I am calling them Casval lol)

I swear I will make a slideshow of all the times the girls in Season 3 are wearing shirts with puffy sleeves.

So I've heard that EJ saying he's freaking out could be because of him directing a musical for the first time.... or it could be about Rina developing again?

Bro Ricky are you... holding an invisible guitar while jumping backwards? *Bet on it cringe flashbacks

YESSS JET GETS A SONG!!

I'm glad they're singing Start the Party actually. I hate my brain.

Oh of course Carlos can't focus on anything else except for the musical (or... is it the fact that Seb isn't at the camp? Except at camp prom?).

Okay it actually made me laugh when Ricky said that he thought someone in Frozen was named Gary. I know some people are shocked that he doesn't even know the main characters of Frozen but then I remembered I've had a friend who NEVER watched Disney so perhaps some people are just not as connected with the Disney movies world O_O

RICKY WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WEARING?!? Is Ricky pulling an EJ and going into the auditions in costume

Nini talking to some creepy guy scares me. I know that he's supposed to be a "family friend" but yeah. Also wasn't she supposed to be working with Jamie?

Ashlyn's hair color going from orange streaks to blue streaks lol. I always think her hair looks so good though so I'm not going to question how she changed it halfway through a summer camp.

For anyone who thinks that's not Maddox and Madison, the next shot shows Madison with the same exact hairstyle and Maddox wearing the sunglasses on top of her head. Just sayin'

NINI NOTHING FROM THE PAST FEW YEARS HAS- okay she has only really thought about becoming a singer/songwriter for one semester. Literally. Before that, she was content with just being in musicals.

Also Miss Jenn looks very different (her hair is just getting shorter each season lol)

EJ if you say nothing's gonna ruin your summer with your girlfriend you're basically ASKING for it to be ruined.

So Ricky was clearly writing a song, and then did that HSM 3 thing (if anyone remembers) where he purposely was showing her the paper but not letting her have it.

It lowkey makes sense for Rina to develop anyways. EJ is too busy being a camp director. Gina's the lead. Ricky MIGHT get Kristoff.

I swear if I have to hear Corbin say "Wha-what?" again I'm going to scream.

Them specifying that Meg is from Zombies haha

EJ is probably giving the thumbs up to Gina's audition. Adding onto that, WHATEVER happens with what Gina gets, it's gonna cause chaos. If she gets the lead, people will say "Oh that's unfair because you're dating our director." On the other hand, maybe EJ won't give her the lead BECAUSE people would think that way.

The stakes have never been higher...? I'm confused last time I checked it's a Frozen musical that is put on by a two-week summer camp. It's really not that big...

But yes I will also be obsessing over every episode so maybe it is a big thing.

I'm sure only my Discord friends have maybe made it this far but thanks for reading haha :) glad that the trailer FINALLY released.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s1 #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts trailer #hsmtmts s3 #nini salazar roberts #ricky bowen #ej caswell #gina porter #ashlyn caswell #yesideletedallmypreviousposts

[bookwyrminspiration]

So I saw a post from Fintan Pyren about wallpapers, so if the characters in kotlc had phones, what do you think their wallpapers would be?

oh yeah I saw that post too!! also I love this question. I won't look for actual photos because that will take me a while and not all of them exist but!! here's my thoughts!

Sophie: I'm thinking one of her photos from the baby book she took with her to the Lost Cities. She can't have her human family in her life anymore but she can always remember them, and seeing them on her phone is a nice way to keep them close. Maybe the photo is of multiple photographs laid out, whatever it is it's a tie to her human life

Fitz: Whatever his favorite human place he visited was, or maybe a collage of different human places. He can't take all the trinkets he took around with him, but he can have photographs of all the places he looked right in his back pocket. San Diego might be in the center for reasons

Keefe: he's got an innocuous lock screen of something very Keefe like a gulon or a photo of himself with a focus on The Hair, but his homescreen (which no one else is allowed to see) is a photo of Sophie. Some sweet moment of her just reading or doing homework that he took a photo of without her knowing

Biana: She's either got something bold like a photo of herself she particularly likes, or some photo she secretly took of her friends/family. Like everyone at a sleepover and she took a photo of everyone in their element to really capture them without them feeling the pressure of the camera, portraying a piece of them she gets to see where they're not pretending to be anyone but themselves, you know!

Dex: his is function over fashion, he's changing his wallpaper all the time to reflect things he needs to remember, to-do lists and materials he needs and things to remember, maybe it's animated. moving on it's own in this super confusing way to everyone but him. he can always reference it to see what he needs

Marella: She's got this super detailed collage of a bunch of things that she made herself. Photos she's taken of sunsets and photos with friends and quotes and all manner of things. I'm thinking a light blue color scheme, but I bet she changes it depending on her mood

Linh: Princess Purryfins 100%. Of course she's going to make her pet murcat her wallpaper, what else would she do? Maybe Princess Purryfins is sprawled out looking cute or staring off into the distance ofr has a bow on her head, whatever it is, LInh treasures the photo. Maybe she's even got one with Iggy in it as well

Tam: his lock screen is pure black because he's "too mature" for something as frivolous as a personalized lockscreen. secretly he's got a floral homescreen, some small flower growing alone amongst the rocks or something. may or may not be in black and white with a sentimental quote in handwritten font, he'll never tell

Stina: She's got a picture of one of the baby unicorns from Sterling Gables as her wallpaper. Maybe it's with it's mother, but it's one of the adorable little unicorns she works with, and she'll get defensive about them if she thinks someone is being judgy because how dare you say that about her unicorns

Maruca: A photo of her with her friends all grouped together and hanging out. Perhaps they're at the beach or there's a sunset behind them, but they're all smiling and having a great time together, and those are the memories she wants to make sure she never forgets so she sets them as her wallpaper

Wylie: I'm thinking either a photo of his parents from when he was a kid, a way to remember them and hold onto that image of them without falling victim to losing them to his memory, or a photo of his current family. Tiergan and Linh and Tam, as a reminder that things can get better and that he's got people who he cares about that care about him.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #bluecookiesarebetter #the kotlcrew #this is of course assuming that dex would use a phone and wouldn't instead simply invent a new phone that works much better than human phon #es #i got cut off #this is cruel #anyway #those are just the kinda vibes I think they'd go for!!

[the-second-tonks]

ok well, id like to request for a ship, I've done this so many times, but they are all just so fun to read, and who knows maybe this time you'll get a whole other vibe from me, so I think I'm gonna go with marvel since I don't think you've given me an official ship from there

I want one from another fandom but ill just wait and do it on another request, don't want to give you too much work

any who.

Ok so physically I am a 6' guy, i have really light almost golden brown eyes, orange hair, I'm decently built, want to work on myself a little more, this is irrelevant, I'm straight. Personality wise, well I've been described to be kind of the scary friend. I've been know for not talking to anyone until I gain trust so usually I act like an angry introvert until I get adopted by a cheery extrovert, and then I show my true colors. With my close friends I really talkative, I love debating and making jokes, but not normal jokes I have a very Deadpool like humor, it's definitely an acquired taste for some people I'm very loyal, I will fight till the end for anyone who matters to me but I'm difficult to open even to some friends I've had from 5 years ago i still am really closed off I don't like bothering other people with my problems.

I'm also the advise giving friend I help my friends get over breakups, realize their feeling give them support everything, but I still won't talk about myself 🤣 I know it's not healthy but hey what can you do. My love language is physical touch, nothing sexual, a hug, hand holding, grabbing the waist while walking, things like that. I also think that the small things in relationships are what's really important, and that a relationship isn't 50/50, some days one person in the partnership has to give a little more when the other is t feeling well, it's about being there for the other person no matter what. I ignore my emotions when it comes to liking someone, ignore it so much I even deny it to myself until it's to obvious or strong for me to ignore it.

I love teasing my friends, it's one of my favorite past times

plus any other things you've learned about me over time🤣🤣🤣 And yeah, I don't think I have any more to say🤣.

Hello Darell ! It's great to see you in my inbox! Ahh, i remember shipping you with Natasha from Marvel hehe but now since I know you better , i think you need someone who balances you out . While you hide your emotions, she shows them out and inspires you to do so too .

I ship you with —

Wanda Maximoff

Sooo , you're both pretty loyal to each other .

The fact that only she can see through you is fascinating , to both you and the Avengers .

THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU BOTH!

When you meet her during the Age of Ultron , she'll manipulate you using your past and your memories.. which will make her get into your mind .. like 'how in the world does she have so much control over me?!' is what you'd think .

In the beginning , your loyalty impresses her to a huge extent and then your tough exterior is a plus point!

While she opening accepts that she likes you , you'd be running away from the feeling like a git . Until there's so much drama that hurts her and makes your heart ache lol. Then you'll go to her , apologize and propose to her to be your girlfriend!

Even though you don't tell anyone, she'd feel that your energy is low or down . She'll stay there with you , she'll not ask you much .. she will wait if you have something to share .. or else she'll just hug or cuddle you .

Even though , Wanda is not a cheerful extrovert , but she's gonna be the light of your life!

I'm already waiting for your marriage lol!

Your bestfriend would be —

Still , Steven Grant Rogers

Nope I'm never gonna change this . This bromance is practically the best thing that you'll ever come across in this life !

Steve will always be there for you , might as well make you realise about your feelings for Wanda .

Steve and you are so bloody loyal lol . And it's like you both have found your soul friends .

When Bucky Barnes comes in , he joins your duo , and your trip becomes inevitable!

Sometimes , you happen to joke or tease them(or only Steve) and they understand nothing. Their reactions would be priceless , you know

An amazing friend who'll never leave your side , is Steve .

Your secret admirer —

Bruce Banner

It's mostly in a non-romantic way . He just wished that he could be closer to you .

He wished to have a friend like you in his life . He does notice how you change around Steve .. and he wished it was him around whom you change

It's this specific feeling.. the feeling of lacking someone in your life because you see them with someone else , that's what Bruce feels , again , in a platonic way only .

Gifs —

Yep this is you and her during your unofficial dates or even when you're passing time during a mission .

This is literally when you've been dating for months/years . "Just goofing around" as Wanda will say .

Cute!

+ an extra gif because you're my close moot! This is when you've screwed up lol

#marvel #marvel ships #ship request #wanda maximov #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #darell🌀

[pbandjesse]

I had a good day! I never actually took a nap but I don't feel horrible. I had a good day and felt good. Though it would get to warm and I didn't love that. But for the majority of the day I was feeling good.

I slept okay and when I woke up I was pretty happy. I liked my outfit and I felt cute. My hair was kind of stuff but looked cute. James said I was so pretty. And that felt nice.

We were about to leave when James realized they couldn't find their wallet and there was a few minutes of panic but it was found inside the hat they wore yesterday in our room and everything was alright again. James was a little overly stressed. And I think that effected me because I got very mad when we were getting breakfast because it was the same guy from before that said he can't take the meat off the number 2 ( the cheaper sandwich) and would only put it for a number 1 (almost $2 more). And I literally yelled over James and said you absolutely can put it in as a number 2! And I was slightly embarrassed but mostly I was just mad because every other person I've ever had puts in it correctly. And I was just not thrilled with this person. Whatever.

We got to the museum and I calmed down. We got everything set up. And I got to work on my loom.

There was a lot of drama and gossiping today. Drama when a tent rental company who was coming for the wedding tonight came at 9 am. When they weren't supposed to come until 3. And they tried to bully the nice Mexican ladies and James had to run and go try to figure out what was happening. It was a mess. But it was handled by James and Ann and Stanley as best they could.

But then there were slight snotty emails about it after. And just general gossip about shitty behavior. And people deciding they will be retiring and me being like. Maybe I get your job in a year??? Who knows what will actually happen. But then there was also Ann finding out I only get paid when she goes home. Which she did not know was the set up and felt so bad! And I was like no it's okay! You didn't know! So now she wants to get them to pay me so maybe she'll say something.

I had a good time at the market though! I got all caught up on my knitting. I sewed two new bears. I made a bunch of sales! Half price bears still going good but I also sold a totebag and a few other things and that was just really encouraging and good.

And then Ellen and her boyfriend were there!! I was so glad I got to say goodbye to her again. And she got to say goodbye to market people and James. And I got to meet her boyfriend and he bought one of my bat prints which I don't think I've ever sold before so that was cool!

And best of all I got to give her one of the bridesmaid pins that I got for the girls. And I explained why I got them and what they mean to for me and she got a little teary and I told her even though she won't be there that that doesn't change how important she is to me. And it was just such a nice way to be able to say goodbye.

But there should be no crying at the market. So she headed out. With lots of love.

I spent the rest of the morning just enjoying the weather even though it was a little to warm. I enjoyed working on my arts and chatting with Ann. And I met the new vender who is an older gay man who makes driftwood planters. He also has psoriasis and we compared out spots and he was really nice. I hope he comes back.

At 1 I packed up. I wanted to buy a flower from Helen but she just gave it to me even though I kept trying to give her my money. But then I went inside to say goodbye to James and they had gotten me a whole bouquet of flowers!! They are such a beautiful saturated color that really reminds me of James and that was just so thoughtful.

After I said goodbye to James I headed out. I was to hot and getting tired. But I was happy.

I got something in my eye on the way home and was having some trouble keeping my eye open for a little but it was fine and I made it home in one piece.

I got up here and I put everything that needed to go in water in water. Trimmed the ends on an angle like I learned, leaves above the water. And I changed into a lighter dress before having a little lunch. It was a good day.

I attempted to wash all the hammocks in the tub and it went okay. They are hanging on the fire escape to dry before I pack them up. But then I tried to wash my camp pillow and my two stuffed animals and it went so poorly. They became so stupid heavy and the water got all brown and I just got everything in the bathroom wet. So I failed. James said they will wash them in the machine instead and it will be okay but man I felt stupid and overheated and tired.

After picking up the apartment a little I laid down. I wouldn't sleep, just scrolled on my phone. But it was nice resting.

James would get home not long after I moved back to the living room. They would change our sheets and put the new duvet on before they went to start laundry and then they made us a fabulous dinner. The corn was very good and the fancy spicy topping on it was great. I love them so much.

I would spent a lot of time going through my clothes. I am not done for sure. But I started with sweaters. I have so many sweaters. And like. I do wear them. I chose like 5 to get rid of but I still had. So many. It's because I don't really wear shirts. I just wear sweatshirts all winter. I only have 3 long sleeve shirts. But still I have so many. So I decided to just pick out a few favorites to have in my closet for now and the rest are under the bed in my drawer.

And then I started going through my storage clothes. And everything hanging in my closet. And things were hard. I have a lot of stress tired up in my clothes right now. A lot of guilt.

I think this very hard because like I was very happy with my wardrobe on the spring. And then summer kind of made me feel weird about all the stuff I have that I didn't wear. And it's always hard to think about being cold when it's still warm out so I don't want to get rid of thing I might need. So I was frustrated. And guilty. And I had to talk through that with James.

I just hate having so much stuff. I also love so many of my things. But I did do an pretty good job being realistic. I didn't get rid of as many shoes as I probably could. Butbi got rid of 5 pairs and that is not nothing. And I got rid of a bunch of other stuff and that felt good. I paired down my closet a lot and will keep trying to pare down. Because I want to wear my peieced more, and get a better cost per wear, so I think streamlining my wardrobe is a good way to start.

I took a bath soon after finishing that. Washed my hair. I did my eyebrows a little. And now we are in bed chatting. Jess just showed me some stuff form Scotland. I know her trip wasn't perfect but I'm glad it was beautiful at least.

I have the next two days off and I am so excited to have no expectations and just time to be by myself in our apartment. I hope it's just. A great day. For you as well!

Sleep good my friends. Love you all so much.