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SWEETHEART | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: constant stress had filled the gaps in wanda’s life after her ex-husband left the family and balancing work and her kids had started to take a toll on her. in search of relief, wanda hires you as a babysitter, not knowing she’d be falling for you.

content warnings: minors dni. smut!!, bit of angst?, kinda fluffy towards the end, milf!wanda, mommy!dom!wanda, babysitter!reader, bottom!reader, unspecified age gap, jealousy, mommy kink, fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, mutual pining.

word count: 7.81k (did not plan for it to be this long but i kinda got carried away whoops)

— note. two people requested wanda x babysitter!reader so i decided to combine both requests and make one fic! i’m very sorry for the long wait, but i hope u like it!!

You were so sweet and so delicate—something Wanda never knew she needed in her life until now. From the moment you met her, Wanda sensed something special about you—a sense of purity and kindness that shone through in everything you did. She found herself captivated by your gentle spirit, your quiet demeanor, and the way you always seemed to radiate a sense of calm and comfort. There was just something about your innocence and sweetness that tugged at Wanda's heartstrings, and she found herself wanting to protect you, to cherish you, to keep you all to herself... and ruin you.

It had been years since her divorce with her ex-husband, whom she was glad to finally be rid of, leaving her alone with her work and her love for her children. And while Wanda was a strong and resilient woman, she recently had been finding herself in a perpetual state of stress as she tried to balance the demands of her work and the needs of her twin children, Billy and Tommy. Her days were a never-ending blur of conference calls, emails, and deadlines, all while managing the endless stream of requests and tantrums from her two little ones.

Despite her unwavering determination and tireless efforts, the weight of her responsibilities often felt overwhelming, leaving her exhausted and stretched thin day by day. And although she bore this load alone with grace and composure, the weight of it only threatened to stress her even more. Her mind raced with a never-ending list of tasks and responsibilities, and the pressure of meeting everyone's expectations left her feeling suffocated. She yearned for someone to ease her burden, to offer a comforting hand and take some of the weight off her weary shoulders.

Soon, she was in search of a trustworthy and reliable babysitter to care for her precious children. As a loving and attentive mother, she understood the importance of finding someone who would not only ensure her children's safety but also provide them with nurturing care and attention. Wanda longed for someone who possessed the patience, creativity, and enthusiasm needed to engage her children in activities that would both entertain and educate them. She envisioned a babysitter who could effortlessly create a warm and welcoming environment where her boys would feel comfortable and secure.

When her colleague and close friend, Natasha, recommended her younger sister’s friend, who had said to have been looking for a short and simple job outside of college, she gladly took the offer. Her second option, which she mentioned if you weren’t able to take the job, was recommending Kate, a bubbly girl about your age who is still in college and is close to both you and Yelena, if only she didn’t have constant archery competitions going on. But Natasha was happy to explain how responsible and intelligent you were, how well you got along with children, unlike her sister, and that you were always a joy to have around. It was a brief description, but Wanda thought it best to trust her friend’s word rather than look for a complete stranger with no connections to take care of her children.

What she didn’t expect, however, when you came up on her doorstep, was how incredibly stunning you were, standing in front of her with a bag hanging off your shoulder and a charming smile as you looked up at her. Your bright smile and youthful energy seemed to radiate from your very being, drawing Wanda's attention like a moth to a flame. You were beautiful.

And of course, you thought the same of her. When you arrived at Wanda's doorstep for the first time, you were struck by the sight of the elegant woman before you. Wanda was wearing a sharp, tailored suit that accentuated her curves and highlighted her poise and confidence. You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as you looked at Wanda, who seemed to exude a sense of maturity and wisdom far beyond her years. You admired the way she carried herself with such grace and elegance, her movements smooth and fluid even when she was just opening her door. You were captivated by the way Wanda's green eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth, and the way her smile seemed to light up the entire room. To you, Wanda was a vision of beauty and sophistication, a woman whose presence commanded attention and respect.

“Hi, Ms. Maximoff, I'm (y/n),” you greeted her with a pretty smile, trying to hide the fact that you were undoubtedly intimidated by her presence. “I’m Yelena’s friend.”

“Oh, please, you can just call me Wanda,” she returned your smile and shook your hand softly. “It’s nice to meet you. You can go right ahead and settle in. I’ll call the boys down in a second.”

As Wanda welcomed you into her home, she couldn't help but notice the way your fitted clothing hugged your curves, accentuating your feminine form as you walked in with a gentle sway of your hips. It was only a skirt and a loose sweater, but she still couldn't deny the thought that you were young and sexy, with her eyes falling slowly down to your ass as you walked, which sent a rush of heat to her cheeks. Wanda tried to push aside these thoughts, focusing instead on the importance of finding a reliable caregiver for her children.

She quickly introduced you to Billy and Tommy; the boys immediately took a liking to their new sitter, especially when you mentioned playing video games with them. As Wanda watched from a distance, slowly collecting the things she needed for work, she marveled at how effortlessly you seemed to connect with her children, engaging them in playful activities and genuinely caring for their needs. She was confident that you’d do a good job taking care of the boys, just from the first half hour or so of meeting you.

Wanda felt disappointed as she walked out of her house, wanting to go back in there and talk with you and learn about you, but she chose to ignore her thoughts and head to work without any delay. She then met Natasha later that day and immediately thanked her for finding someone like you to take care of the kids. She also might’ve left out the fact that you were incredibly attractive, and to be fair, she had been thinking about you for the rest of the day.

And the many days after that.

The first night she came home to you, you had been on the couch of her living room, studying with your nose in a textbook you had brought along with you. It was late at night—a little past eleven—and thankfully you had already put the boys to sleep long before she arrived.

“Oh, Ms. Maximoff! Welcome home,” you greeted her as she walked through the door. “I got the boys to go to bed early tonight, so they’re already ready upstairs.”

“Thank you, (y/n),” she smiled and set her bag down on the couch next to you before leaning in to look you in the eye. “And it’s Wanda, remember?”

She couldn’t help but smirk when your eyebrows rose for a moment, your cheeks turning pink as you looked up at her and said, “Right! W-Wanda… How was work?”

“It was alright.” Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Mostly tiring. I really appreciate you being here... for the boys, I mean.”

“It’s really no problem. I should be the one thanking you for the opportunity.”

Wanda stared at you. The soft curve of your cheekbones, the delicate arch of your eyebrows, and the way your full lips curled into a gentle smile all made Wanda's heart flutter. She couldn't help but appreciate the way your features seemed to blend together perfectly, creating a face that was both striking and alluring. And her name just rolled off of your tongue in a way that made Wanda’s insides tingle, and your voice gave her a sense of calmness. It sounded so pretty coming out of your mouth, and it only made Wanda want to hear it over and over. maybe in the comfort of her bed.

“I—um, I should probably get going,” you said, suddenly growing nervous under a stare before standing from your seat and cleaning up your things as you went. “I’ll be here around the same time tomorrow, but if you need me to come earlier, I can! I only have two classes tomorrow morning, so...”

Wanda smiled at you again and said, “Same time is good, honey.”

“Okay,” you nodded, lips curving upwards as you backed up towards the front door, clutching your books closely to your chest. “Same time.”

"Drive safe," was the last thing you heard her say that night.

You spent the next month taking care of Wanda’s kids each day after your classes. And Wanda was thankful. She’d often pick the boys up from school when she’s not working in the afternoon, take them home where you arrive shortly after they do, and stay with you in the comfort of her home until she has to leave in the evening. You’d stay until she came back late at night, coming home to a cooked dinner made by you, which did wonders for her beating heart.

Sometimes, when the nights grow late and the boys have drifted off to sleep, she’ll ask you to keep her company as she winds down for the night before you leave, and you never have the intention of turning her down. Each night, she gets out of her blazer, throws it over the couch, then unbuttons a few extra buttons of her top. She does it all in such a sensual way, you notice, and you can’t help but stare. At times, she’d get close, placing her hands on your hips when she wanted to move you if you were in the way or something, and it tingled, feeling her touch each and every time. Of course, Wanda does it for the sole purpose of that, wanting to rile you up with her actions to see how they would affect you, and it always amuses her.

“Care to join me?” She says with a small smirk playing on her lips, already making her way to the kitchen where you left a wrapped dinner for her.

You nodded eagerly and followed her into the kitchen, watching her reach for one of her bottles of wine on her counter.

“Mind getting two glasses for me, sweetheart?”

Blushing deeply at the endearment, you turned away to do exactly as she said. Obedient girl. When you reached the cabinet and opened it to retrieve two wine glasses, Wanda found herself holding her breath, her eyes fixed on your body. She couldn't help but think how sexy you looked, with your delicate features and your gentle smile, and your eyes shining with an innocent twinkle that made Wanda's heart race with anticipation. Her eyes followed your every move, drinking in the sight of you with a sense of longing and desire that she struggled to contain. She battled her inner thoughts, hiding the fact that she just wanted to grab you, taste you, shove her tongue down your throat, and make you moan against her.

When you turned back around with only one glass in your hand, she frowned slightly and said, “You don’t want to have a drink?”

“I still have to drive back to campus,” you say reluctantly, not particularly liking the fact that you had disappointed her a bit.

But she only smiled and said, "Right, of course."

Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of desire as she watched your figure move towards a seat at the table with such fluid grace, her eyes tracing the curve of your hips and the gentle sway of your hair.

You spent most of your nights like this, talking to Wanda late at night after she came home from work. And it’s lovely. She never forgets to compliment you, whether it was how you looked or how amazing you were at taking care of her boys, and loves it especially when you talk about your day, your voice filling her ears along with a sense of calmness to ease her tired head.

But oftentimes, Wanda found herself unable to focus on any conversation with you. Every time you laughed, your body shook with a gentle ripple, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to your every movement, her eyes tracing the curve of your hips and the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Your voice was soft and soothing, your words flowing like honey and filling Wanda's heart with warmth. As you talked, Wanda found herself getting increasingly distracted, her mind wandering as she imagined what it would be like to hold you close, to run her fingers through your hair, and to taste your sweet lips.

“Wanda?”

"Hm?" Wanda hummed in response, trying to mask the fact that she had struggled to listen to you while you sat there in front of her, looking so delectable under the dim lights of her kitchen.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you continued slowly, dragging your sentence out. “But, what happened to your husband?”

Wanda only smiled at your question. She figured you’d be curious, and you wouldn’t be able to keep that question unanswered in your head forever. But she was comfortable with you. comfortable enough to tell you enough of what happened. He didn’t die or anything. And it wasn’t a great story—not that long, either. It was truly simple, and she guessed that was why it hurt even more when it happened.

“He didn’t love me anymore,” she said, watching your face closely. “There’s not that much to it. He found someone else, fell in love with her, then left me and our boys to go and start their own family. I wish he had been strong enough and loved me and the boys enough to keep this family whole… He wasn’t.”

Wanda spoke with a practiced detachment, trying her best to hide the raw emotions that still lingered beneath the surface. As she spoke, she noticed your eyes growing misty with tears, and she knew that her own pain was mirrored in your heart. But despite the deep sadness that threatened to overwhelm you both, Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in your gentle presence.

“I’m sorry.”

“Everything’s okay now, sweetheart,” she smiled lovingly at you, reaching out to wipe away your tears. She felt a sense of warmth and tenderness wash over her, and she knew that she was falling in love with you even more.

“The boys are strong,” you tell her, melting at the touch of her thumb against your cheek. “They’re strong like you. I couldn’t even tell that they’ve gone through that much heartbreak already... They don’t show it.”

“They come to me from time to time to let it all out,” Wanda replied, pulling her hand back to take a sip from her glass of wine. “They are strong… and I’m proud of them for it. But, I like it better when they come to me, as painful as it is to see them cry. Although, I haven’t been home enough lately to be there for them.”

You frowned slightly at her last sentence, “You’re an amazing mother, Wanda. Your ex-husband made the biggest mistake of his life when he left you. And your boys are smart; I know they understand. With what they’ve been talking to me about, they’re only worried that you might overwork yourself. Oh, and they said you need a vacation.”

A light chuckle erupts in Wanda’s throat. “Oh, I could definitely use one.”

Wanda smiled as she stared at you, your presence pleasantly washing over her, and in that moment, Wanda realized that you were more than just a pretty face or a sweet voice. You were a source of comfort and strength, a gentle soul who could soothe even the deepest wounds with your kindness and compassion.

The days after were none other than similar, with you following the same routine with Wanda: taking care of Billy and Tommy, cooking dinner, studying for a bit, playing with the kids for a bit, then Wanda comes home, and you keep her company for the night. It all feels amazing. Wanda loved coming home to you, and you loved it when she did, always anticipating the moment she walked through her front door.

With each passing day, Wanda found it increasingly difficult to hide her emotions and desire for you. Every time she saw you, her heart skipped a beat, and she just couldn't help but feel a sense of longing that she couldn't ignore. When you arrived at her doorstep each day to take care of her children, Wanda found herself staring at you a little too long, taking in the way your hair fell around your face, the way your eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the curve of your waist, and your legs when you walked. She always tried to keep her composure and act like a professional, but her desire for you was becoming harder and harder to hide. She’d find the tiniest excuses to touch you, to be able to put her hands on you—like tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, looking over your shoulder when you’re working on something, or keeping her hand on the small of your back when she walks with you.

She especially almost lost her mind when she arrived home early in the evening one day and you said something that made her knees almost give out as she stood in the living room.

“Boys, why don’t you show mommy what you made at school?” you called out from the living room.

And in that moment, Wanda’s eyes narrowed and she almost wanted to pounce; she wanted to grab you by the neck softly and demand that you repeat the very name that made her stomach flutter. Whenever you said it, Wanda felt a warmth spread through her body, and her heart swelled with pride. She loved the way you said it. She didn’t know where it came from or why you started referring to her as that when you talked to her boys, but it sounded so perfect coming from your mouth, so natural. It was like you knew how much it affected her, so you made sure to say it more often, finding new ways to incorporate it into your conversations.

Even though Wanda knew that it was just a term of endearment, and you probably said it to all the children you’ve babysat before, Wanda couldn't help but feel special and cherished every time she heard it. It was a small thing, but it meant the world to her, and she looked forward to every opportunity to hear you say it again.

Wanda’s recent joy didn’t last, unfortunately. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and Wanda was just about to leave for work, slipping into her heels near the front door, when you delivered some news that she didn’t know she didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t think I can make it this Friday,” you tell Wanda, nervously playing with the hem of your sweater.

“That’s okay, honey,” she smiled in return, hoping that it would help ease your anxiety. “What’s going on on Friday? Exam?”

For a moment, you almost wanted to lie, but unsure as to why you should even keep the reason from her, you decided to tell her anyway. You’d figured she’d find out from Natasha at some point and wouldn’t want to be guilty of dishonesty when the time came when she would realize why.

“I... have a date.”

“Oh.” And just like that, her smile faded in a blink of an eye.

Wanda felt her heart sink as she took in your words, letting her know that you had to cancel your babysitting appointment for the evening because you had a blind date. She tried to push down the disappointment she felt, reminding herself that you had a life outside of the arrangement and that she couldn't expect you to be available all the time.

But deep down, Wanda couldn't shake the feeling of distress. She had sensed something between you two—a spark and desire—that she couldn't ignore. And now, as she imagined you going out with someone else, she felt a pang of jealousy and longing that she couldn't quite explain. She tried to tell herself that it was silly, that she was just projecting her own feelings onto you, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed that you and her wouldn't be spending the evening together.

“I see,” Wanda nodded, grabbing her car keys swiftly from the foyer without turning to look at you. “I hope it goes well.”

That was a lie. Even you knew it was. She then left without saying another word, leaving you and her boys alone in her house.

To be fair, you didn’t even want to go on this date to begin with, but Yelena was nothing short of convincing. It didn’t help that Kate had been on Yelena’s side when she mentioned scoring a blind date for you, all without your permission or any warning at all, recommending you to this other person they thought you’d like. You guessed it was a nice thought, that your friends were just trying to help, but honestly, you just didn’t want it. You’d said you weren’t interested at the start, but they did nothing but insist. Especially when it had been centuries, according to them, since you worked on your love life.

And so here you were, on a Friday night, sitting across another woman at a table in some local Italian restaurant near the main campus of your university. You had walked with her into the city, as it wasn’t that far off to begin with, out in the cold of the night, already wanting nothing more than to go home.

As you sat across from the other woman, you couldn't help but feel bored and disinterested in everything she had to say. Your mind wandered over to Wanda, the woman you had been babysitting for, the woman who had occupied your thoughts almost every second of the day, and the thought of spending time with her instead filled you with excitement. You couldn't help but think about how much more enjoyable your time would be if you were sitting in Wanda's living room, sipping wine, and talking the night away. You felt guilty for feeling this way, but you couldn't deny the pull that Wanda had on you. The thought of being near her made your heart race with excitement. Sitting across from your date, you couldn't help but wish you were somewhere else, somewhere you truly wanted to be—with Wanda.

And you honestly tried.

You tried to make polite conversation by feigning interest, but your mind always wandered back over to Wanda. You couldn't help but think of the way she looked at you, how she touched you in ways that made your skin tingle, or even how she looked when she wore her suits every day going into work—so confident and beautiful. You tried to focus on your date, but the images of Wanda kept intruding into your thoughts, and you found yourself wishing you were back at Wanda's house, with her hands all over you, her lips kissing you, and everything naughty. You fidgeted with your napkin, trying to shake the thoughts of Wanda from your mind, but they persisted, and you found yourself longing to be with the woman you desired rather than sitting across from this stranger.

When you returned to Wanda’s house, you immediately noticed how distant she had been getting over the next few days. She no longer drank wine and talked with you at night after she would arrive home; instead, she’d greet you briefly, then retreat to her bedroom and go to bed. Sometimes she’d completely ignore you, like brushing right past you in the kitchen without uttering a word, then leaving for work after saying goodbye to her boys and telling them to behave.

And your heart ached because of it.

Soon, you got tired of it. The way she ignored you. The way she looked through you. It made you feel both livid and dejected. You wanted to yell at her. So, after a few days of the same treatment from Wanda, you decided to work up the courage and talk to her.

“W-Wanda,” you called her, nervous eyes boring into her back as she halted her descent up the stairs.

It was dark out—about thirty minutes past twelve, you would say—and Wanda had just arrived home with that same tired look in her eyes. She greeted you with that same short greeting she had been giving you the last couple days, and each time you heard it, you wanted to cry.

Wanda turned around, meeting you with restless eyes, “What is it, y/n?”

You paused. Suddenly, everything you had practiced saying in your head had drifted away, leaving your mouth open with no words for it to fall from. You stood in her living room awkwardly as she waited for you to say something. Soon, she noticed your eyes had gotten glossy, with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

That made Wanda’s eyebrows rise in concern. She stepped down from the stairs to walk closer toward you, asking, “Is everything okay?”

“No,” you confessed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Y-you... you,” you tried to get out, struggling to find words for a moment under Wanda’s intimidating stare. “You ignore me. You barely look at me anymore. You don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t touch me. And you don’t even notice me when you come home.”

“What are you talking about? I notice you—“

“No, it’s different now. You’re different. You treat me like I’m invisible.” You ran a hand through your hair as you spoke, letting your frustrations out. “Why do you do that? I didn’t… I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Wanda listened intently as you poured your heart out in front of her. You were careful not to raise your voice, not wanting to wake the kids up, but truthfully, it was difficult to do so when you wanted to yell at Wanda for making you feel this way. Finally, a tear rolled down your cheeks, and, without a second thought, Wanda immediately brought her hand up to wipe it away with her thumb, the same way she did that night when she told you how her ex-husband left. You were full of emotion and love, and Wanda wanted it all to herself.

Wanda stared at you for quite a while, and you stared back, confused, unlike her, who seemed to have numerous thoughts running through her head. Then, for a moment, her eyes fluttered down to your lips.

“Wanda, what are you—“

And with a soft, gentle touch, she leans in and presses her lips against yours, pouring all of her feelings into the kiss. She sighed against your lips, moaning at the taste of you. It's as if the world stops spinning, and in that moment, there are only the two of you. The taste of your lips against hers ignites a flame within Wanda, who steps closer towards you until her face is pressed up against yours, leaving now space in between. Wanda groans when you let her hands roam your waist and when you wrap your arms around her neck, and she leads you up the stairs, still kissing you, eventually leading you up to her bedroom.

Wanda's bedroom was a unique mix of chaos and order. The room was cluttered with her unmade blanket spread out on the bed and piles of books stacked on the floor, but it was still neat and organized. The queen-sized bed was made up with crisp, white sheets and a fluffy comforter, and the nightstand was clutter-free except for a lampshade that cast a soft, dim glow in the room. The darkness outside made the light seem even more comforting and inviting. It felt intimate and warm, as if it were enveloping you in a soothing embrace.

Her room was at the other end of the hall, far from the kids, thank God. But Wanda made sure to shut the door, pushing you until your back was against it, muffling your moans with her mouth, and drinking in each sound of your voice as she touched you all over.

“You’re so damn intoxicating, (y/n),” she said, moaning as she littered kisses down your neck. “I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

Wanda’s heart melted at how you clung to her with your arms wrapped around her neck and your hands gripping tightly on the jacket of her suit. There was nothing but the sound of your breath filling the air as she continued to kiss you. She dragged her lips to your earlobe and smiled smugly when you shivered, noticing you were sensitive there. She darted her tongue out and licked behind your ear, trailing it down to your jaw.

You opened your mouth wide when she sucked on your neck, but she immediately pulled her head back to kiss you again, muffling the sound of your delicious moan.

“Mmph—Wanda,” you mumbled.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Wanda said against your lips. “I’m going to need you to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?”

As much as Wanda wanted to hear you scream and moan while she made you feel good, she didn’t want to wake the boys up with all the racket.

You nodded eagerly at her question and gave a tiny sound of affirmation, causing Wanda to smirk down at you. Obedient girl. The hands that gripped your hips moved towards the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and over your head before throwing it onto the floor. You wore a white, lace bra that cupped your tits perfectly, and Wanda couldn’t help but bring her hands up to palm them, groping them as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against her bedroom door.

“My perfect, little angel,” she whispered, hands groping you over your lace bra.

Wanda then leaned forward, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around her waist before carrying you over to her bed and laying you down against her mattress. And fuck, you looked amazing. She didn’t know how she managed to control herself in the beginning when you looked so fucking sexy like this. There was only so much her brain could fantasize about, and seeing you in person like this, with your eyes begging for her to take you, god, she was going to lose it.

Her hands placed themselves under your thighs, spreading them slightly so that she could fight right between them. Her fingers traveled slowly up your skirt, feeling the plush flesh of your smooth thighs. As she played with your skirt, she dragged her lips down from your neck to your collarbones and down to the valley of your breasts, teeth nipping softly at your skin, making sure to leave marks and pretty, purple bruises as she went. Feeling you squirm underneath her was one of the best feelings she had ever felt. She moved her hands from your thighs and then brought one up to your white bra, unclasping them from the back and letting your gorgeous tits out with a slight jiggle. Wanda hummed deeply as she took your nipple into her mouth and sucked.

“Wanda,” you breathed softly, hands burying themselves into her hair.

“No, baby,” she smirked and brought her other hand up, wrapping it around your neck. “You’ve got a better name for me, don’t you, darling?”

“W-What?” You breathed against her, gripping tight on her shoulders.

“My other name, sweetheart,” she says, smiling into your chest before looking up toward your face. “You know what it is. Say it. I wanna hear it from that pretty mouth of yours.”

You blushed deeply, making her lean up to place butterfly kisses all over your reddened cheeks.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, I want to be good.”

“For who?”

You stared at her when you opened your mouth to say, “Mommy...”

“Mm, that’s right, sweetheart,” Wanda said, seemingly unable to fight the wicked grin from appearing on her face, staring down at you with hunger in her eyes.

She took your breath away once more as she leaned down to kiss you, moving her mouth against yours with breathy moans falling from both of your tongues. It was a softer kiss this time—so gentle that you almost thought you were dreaming, wondering still if this was even all real. It became very real when you felt Wanda’s hands hike up your skirt, feeling the fabric of your pants between her fingertips.

And you were embarrassed. Soon she’d see and feel how wet you were, aching too much between your legs from the friction you had been wanting to ease since you had laid eyes on her. You groaned and moved your hands to the collar of Wanda’s suit jacket, trying desperately to pull it off her shoulders, but she wouldn’t have it. Instead, she grabbed your wrists and moved them above your head.

“Keep them there,” she said, her voice firm and demanding, leaving no room for any protests. “Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, you’ve been a bad girl.”

You furrowed your brows and huffed out in frustration, “How?”

“You know, I really don’t like sharing.” Wanda said before placing a quick kiss against your lips and staring down at you with an expression that shook you to your core, “But, you decided to go out and share what belongs to me... on that little date you went on.”

Your eyes widened, immediately wanting to explain everything, “Wanda, that was just—“

“I don’t want to hear it, (y/n). Right now, just focus on me. Only me.”

Her fingers brush over your clothed sex, running along the wetness of the fabric, causing you to twitch slightly against her. You looked so delectable like this. She just wanted to eat you right up. Soon, Wanda’s fingers pressed harshly against your clitoral area, rubbing it in tight circles, only to make you whine into her shoulder. You looked so pretty like this. Honestly, she could almost come from just the sight of you like this. A sly smile adorned her face as she played with you. Pictures of you and a stranger filled her thoughts, recalling what that date looked like in her head—you dressed up all pretty, that beautiful smile you showcased as you laughed, that innocent twinkle in your eye, the sound of your voice, and your fleeting touches—all for someone else.

The dim light of the lampshade on her nightstand cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating your face and casting shadows over the curves of your body. Her hands carefully dragged the fabric of your skirt down your legs, and you were left in nothing but your panties. And Wanda could drool at the sight of you. You suddenly felt shy under her stare, being the only one naked in the room with her still fully clothed in one of her sexy suits, and you just wanted nothing more than to reach out and help her out of it.

“Tell me,” she whispered, leaning down to the crook of your neck to inhale your sweet fragrance. “Did she see you like this? Did she fuck you?”

“What? No, Wanda, I—“

She stopped you with a kiss, groaning into your mouth as her hands moved to cup your breasts. “Try again.”

“She didn’t, mommy.”

“Good. Now, open,” Wanda smirked lightly as you opened your mouth wide enough for her to slide two of her fingers into your mouth. “Get these wet for me, baby.”

You did exactly as she asked. Twirling and running your tongue all over her fingers, making them slick with saliva, You could hear Wanda sigh in satisfaction as you did your work, and she watched every second of it. She wondered what else you would take in your mouth for her—her strap. But that was for another night, she supposed.

Soon, she pulled her fingers out, replacing them in her mouth once again. Her tongue entered your mouth with ease, and you couldn’t help but moan at the taste of her, knowing her lipstick smudged against your skin. Her wet fingers traveled down the trail of your skin, all the way down to where her fingertips met the lacy fabric of your pants and slipped into them. Wanda pulled her head back to watch your face contort into an expression of euphoria as her slipper fingers massaged your clitter. It was heavenly. And you were perfect.

Unable to wait any longer, Wanda pushed two of her fingers into you, moaning against your neck as she felt how wet and tight you were around her fingers. When your arms dropped from above your head to hold onto her shoulders, Wanda allowed it to happen, falling in love with the way you held on to her as she fucked you. She wanted to start slowly, in truth, but as soon as she felt your hands in her hair and on her shoulders, as she heard your breathy moans, she just couldn’t help it. She pumped and pumped her fingers into you, turning you into the prettiest, shivering mess she had ever laid her eyes on. It turned her on so much.

“I—Mommy, I’m going to—“ you tried to say as quietly as you could.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she said, smiling adoringly. “Keep your pretty eyes on me.”

The pad of her fingertips continued to press against your sensitive walls, pumping air in and out of you with a delicious squelch. Wanda dragged her lips against your chest until she popped one of your nipples into her mouth and sucked hard. Everything she did made you squirm underneath her. And god, you were so sexy. Wanda felt like she was looking at an art piece—the way your body moved, the colors of your skin under the dim light, the lines of your curves fitting perfectly against her. So perfect. Her sweet girl.

Finally, the first orgasm crashed in waves throughout your entire body, legs quivering against Wanda as she slowed her movements in order to let you ride out your high. You had muffled your moan by pressing your face into her shoulder. Fuck, you were so hot. Wanda swears she came at just the sight of you coming.

“My pretty baby,” she said. “So perfect.”

And you try to take a moment to breathe, to catch your breath before anything else could happen, but it is too late to stop her. Wanda pushed a third finger into you, your jaw dropping as you felt your walls stretch around her digits. The pad of her thumb rolls over your clitter in tight circles, pressing onto your sensitive bundle of nerves with no mercy.

It almost felt like she was testing you—testing your limits, how far you could go, and how well you could hide your moans. It was by no means easy, especially when she started pumping all over again, making the grip on her shoulders tighten. You pulled desperately at the fabric of her jacket, and Wanda didn’t even care if you were to eventually rip it accidentally. Hell, she’d be proud of it.

You jolted under her touch, arching your back and pressing your front against hers as she fucked you. She watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you lost yourself in pleasure. You almost wanted to pull away because you knew if you went on any longer, you’d be screaming. But Wanda had an easy solution for that problem. The moment you started moaning helplessly loud, she threw her other arm up and clasped the palm of her hand over your mouth, muffling your moans.

“Quiet, baby, remember?”

And so she pulled another orgasm out of you, and then another, and another… and another.

You looked so beautiful by the end of it; sweat rolled down your temples, your body was limp as you gasped for air, arms reaching out to Wanda as she pulled away from you for some reason you couldn’t tell given how fucked out and tired you were. She only got up to get rid of the clothes she was wearing and grab a wet towel from the bathroom to clean up the mess you made between your legs. As she did so, she fought the urge to spread your thighs, diving face first into your wet cavern, all for her to devour — but you would be screaming if she did that. Another time, Wanda thought.

After she cleaned you up, Wanda pulled you into her arms, laying beside you with your head in the crook of her neck as she smoothed her hands over your hips, your waist, and your thighs. You were still trembling slightly against her; she could feel it, and she couldn’t help but smile.

You fell asleep quickly, and as Wanda watched you drift off, she couldn't help but be captivated by you. The way her lamp shade illuminated your features, casting a soft glow on your skin, made you look ethereal. Wanda traced the contours of your face with her fingertips, memorizing every curve and angle while feeling your skin. She watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath. She watched when your lips parted slightly as you breathed, and Wanda found herself leaning in, almost unconsciously, to press a soft kiss against them. You stirred momentarily but didn't wake up, and Wanda settled back onto the pillows with a contented sigh.

As she gazed at your sleeping form, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was right where she wanted to be.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.”

In the glow of the moonlight filtering in through the window, you and Wanda lie intertwined on her bed. Your bodies were nestled closely together, with Wanda's arm draped protectively around your waist. The room is quiet except for the gentle hum of your breaths as you both sleep soundly, at peace in each other's embrace. The air is warm and fragrant, the scent of lavender from the diffuser on Wanda's nightstand filling their senses. As you slept, your faces appeared serene and content, with faint smiles playing at the corners of both of your lips. And in this moment, all the worries and stresses of the outside world fade away, replaced by a deep sense of comfort and security.

Morning came soon after as the soft light of the rising sun seeped through the window, casting a gentle glow over the room, and you slowly opened your eyes, only to find Wanda sleeping peacefully next to you. A smile creeps onto your face as you gaze upon Wanda's serene and beautiful face. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness and warmth inside of you, yet you also felt a bit shy and hesitant, not wanting to disturb Wanda's peaceful slumber. The room was quiet except for the gentle sound of your breathing, and you took a moment to savor this peaceful moment with Wanda, your heart full of love and affection.

But then you tore your eyes off of her and stared at the clock on her nightstand.

“Wanda,” you said, shaking her lightly. “Wanda. Wanda, it’s eleven o’clock. The boys are late for school!”

The only response you got was a groan as Wanda stirred in her sleep, refusing to open her eyes and, instead, rolling over and pulling you close, shoving her face into the crook of your neck. You wanted to smile at the action, but you were also worried about the fact that you both slept in and that her boys were late for school.

“Wanda.”

“I already took them to school, (y/n),” she said, mumbling against your skin, voice deep and groggy.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, “You did?”

“Yes, honey,” she said.

Your stomach began to flutter, and your heart filled with warmth at the endearment, even though she had already been calling you that since you had gotten here. But after hearing it last night, you felt a surge of joy. The way Wanda says it, with such tenderness and love, is enough to make you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

You also smiled at the thought of Wanda waking up early in the morning to take her children to school, then coming home and immediately jumping back into bed just to sleep with you. The very thought of it made you swoon.

Wanda held you tightly in her arms, her breath warm on your neck. You felt a warmth spread throughout your body as you snuggled deeper into Wanda's embrace. The bed was so comfortable and the atmosphere so peaceful that you wished you could stay there forever. You loved the feeling of being held by Wanda and feeling safe and loved. It was a sense of domesticity that she never thought she would experience.

“(Y/n)?”

You hummed in response, your fingers raking through Wanda’s locks.

“The date you went on... How did it go?”

You paused, wondering why that was one of the first things she thought of. After seconds of thinking, you put the pieces together. You already figured she was jealous, but it was still a bit surprising to think about.

“It was terrible,” you smiled. “I was thinking of you the whole time.”

“The date was terrible? Or you thinking about me the whole time was terrible?”

“You’re smart, mommy. I think you can figure that one out by yourself.”

Wanda let out a deep laugh against your neck, “Mmm, I like it when you call me that.”

“I know,” you smiled.

“Go on a date with me.”

Wanda pulled her head back from your neck to look at you. A smile played on her lips as she stared at you. God, you looked so beautiful. Your lips were puffy, your cheeks squished up against her pillow, and your hair was all over the place—it was adorable.

“What?” You smiled at her incredulously.

“I’m being serious,” she said, smiling back at you. “Go on a date with me.”

And for a moment there, you really did contemplate on whether she was serious or not. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were still dreaming somehow. But Wanda’s face said it all.

You tried to fight the joyous smile that was making its way onto your face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeated.

With a soft smile on her face, Wanda leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, followed by a series of playful, affectionate pecks all over your face. The warmth of your bodies entwined was comforting, and Wanda couldn't help but admire the way your soft features looked in the morning light. She placed another gentle kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of sweetness against her mouth.

Wanda’s heart swelled with affection, feeling lucky to have you in her arms. And she’ll take you on that date, making sure she's the only thing on your mind, just like you were in hers.

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note. i used this proofreader thing which fixes most of my grammatical errors but it could’ve just yk not have worked, so if there’s still any errors i apologize and i also apologize a second time bc i will not be fixing them anytime soon bc i am lazy :) peace

#bellaveux writes!#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #avengers x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch

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What I love about the Layton puzzles is that no matter who you are, your age, or the types of intelligence you’re proficient with, they have at least one puzzle you will always solve on your own. There’s a puzzle for everybody! It feels so… accesible?

There’s puzzles for math enthusiasts! There’s puzzles revolving around spatial skills. There’s quirky puzzles about thinking outside the box, and others where you need strict linear thinking.

There’s even puzzles you can solve by gut instinct! We all process information to some degree, subconsciously — when you can’t fully work the logic, it’s a way to decide. It may seem “illogical” compared to other mental skills, but when honed right without prejudices, it’s a valuable tool.

Best of all, regardless if you get the right or wrong answer, there’s always positive reinforcement.

There’s no time limit or harsh punishments for failing. Obviously, failing lowers your Picarats, but as far as I’m aware, there’s no recrimination or guilt-trips such as “YOU FAILED, GAME OVER, NO SECOND CHANCES, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT FOR BEING SO STOOPID”.

Layton is a gentleman… and so are his creators and this game. It teaches us that you can learn and try again when you fail. If you need help, you can take it without shame (the hint system, retrying, abandoning non-mandatory puzzles for later, colored pens for notes).

And these games aren’t only for newbies. You can be a hardcore puzzle solver and the game rewards that with gold medals and high Picarats scores! You can set your own limits in this regard.

The Layton games break many stereotypes in videogames about “mysteries must be solved with cold, emotionless logic”. How many “logical” characters in media have we seen be emotionally constipated jerks? Sure, Layton has occasional sassy quips, and there’s hundred of essays about his “gentleman persona”, how Mary Sue he feels at the beginning... but he’s polite, forgiving, and openly displays concern for people’s well-being.

Layton feels welcoming and flexible to many players, including younger audiences. It’s not perfect, but it’s good. I’m so glad this blog follows that core message — thank you for letting us experience again this puzzle-solving thrill! (And thanks to the other players on the blog for keeping the positive environment alive, too!)

I'm very touched by this. You are absolutely right, Professor Layton is for everyone! I'm very appreciative of everyone who engages with the puzzles. I really never expected it to end up being so many people but it makes me happy to know.

#professor layton #ask #not a puzzle

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sunelia · 8 months

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GOJO X READER: LOVERS

pairings: gojo satoru x gn!reader

cw: does not follow the jjk plot - gender neutral reader - established relationship - fluff - characters are both college students - might be suggestive at the end

synopsis: moments and habits you share with your lover.

word count: 1.9k

Gojo and you have a bit of a cat-and-dog dynamic. You like making fun of one another, sharing inside jokes, and even being childish together. You two are very strong-willed and have very intense personalities. You got to know him through a few mutual friends during high school. You didn't seem to enjoy each other's company at the time, or so you thought. Your conversations were solely based on teasing and challenging yourselves with dumb, imaginary quests. You didn't realized how much you liked being teased by this tall, beautiful, silver-haired man until graduation came to burst your bubble. When you did graduate and entered your university campus, you couldn't believe who was behind you, requiring you to hurry up while picking up your dorm keys. You both lost it as your eyes crossed his, lamenting to the universe why on earth you had to run into him again when you were just starting to stop thinking about him. As time passed, after bumping into him several times, you eventually grew closer over shared classes, study sessions, lunches, parties, and common interests. Laughter replaced bad jokes, silly pats on the back were exchanged for cuddles, and these glares were replaced by a tender and soft gaze. Since then, you two developed a close and sincere bond where communication and affection went hand in hand.

Movie night

You decided to meet up later after class to watch a movie to get the weekend off to a good start. After washing up, you packed a bag with extra clothes and headed to Gojo's dorm. You texted him, "I'm on my way, salt or sweet popcorn?"

He replied, "mmmh… sweet like you!" you chuckled. Man could graduate with a bachelor's degree in pick-up lines if he wanted to.

You arrive in front of his dorm at around 8pm and knock on his door. He opens and stands in front of it, greeting you with a large smile, his arm leading you inside.

“Welcome my dear, if you'd like to make yourself at home".

You scoffed. "What a gentleman!"

You place your bag in a corner as Gojo wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head in the crook of your neck.

He kisses your cheek — “I missed you, how was your day?"

"It was actually fun, we did some prototyping during my web design class. I'm glad the day's over though." You turn around and wrap your arms around him. You lay a gentle kiss on his nose and pat his torso.

"Are you hungry?" you ask

"I've already ordered some takeout, your favorite. I wanted to surprise you.“ He's such a caring man.

"Argh, i love you so much for that you know?"

"I know you can't get enough of me!" he laughs.

His phone rings "Oh, it's our food, make yourself comfortable, get changed, you know the drill.” he says, putting on his slippers in a hurry.

You take this opportunity to change into your pajamas and make some space on the little table in front of his bed. You hear the doorbell ring and see a proud Gojo handing you your meal. You settle down on the floor after he puts the food on the table. You began to eat in a cozy environment and decide together which film you'd like to see.

"Are you down for a comedy, an animated movie, sci-fi?" Gojo asks you while he turns on the TV.

"You know how indecisive i am, Gojo, it can take me an hour to choose. But i'd say i'm leaning more for an animated movie."

He searches the animation category and comes across a few results.

You decide to get up and clean the table while heating the popcorn in the microwave.

Gojo was sitting down, focused with his messy hair covering the tiny frown on his face while his arm was resting on his raised knee.

He turns his head in your direction "Is Big Hero 6 good for you?"

You nod and grab the hot and caramelized treat

"I love this movie, great idea!" you sit back down all excited on the cushions and move closer to him.

He started the movie while you hand him the bowl. The film goes well, you laugh, cry and enjoy the moment. In the meantime, Gojo has been able to cup you in his arms while you lie half stretched out between his legs. He takes the opportunity to stroke your hair, which relaxes you even more. Before he knew it, you were already asleep. He began to hear your tiny snores and couldn't help but giggle, "My dummy..."

He turns off the TV, pushes aside anything he might trip over, and gently wakes you up.

He hates to disturb your sleep, but he can't let you lay uncomfortably on the floor. Gojo undoes the bed to buy a little time, then tries to wake you.

“y/n, wake up so i can get us on the bed".

You were deep in your sleep, almost half-unconscious. The only answer you could give him was a compilation of half chewed words and grunts. You eventually got up thanks to him supporting you. He carried you carefully onto the bed and covered you before settling down. You unconsciously pulled him towards you so that his head rests on your chest. He blushes and hugs you tenderly as he falls asleep.

When he’s not feeling well

Everything was going smoothely. You had just finished your last class of the day and was heading out to the library to study with Gojo and some of your friends. You were soon joined by them, but couldn't see your boyfriend.

One of them asks, "Is Gojo coming?"

You replied, picking up your phone, "I'll text him, let's go in anyways." All you had to do was wait and sit inside with the others after the message was sent.

You concluded, "I'm sure his teacher held up his class for a few more minutes."

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There was still no sign of Gojo after twenty minutes. You apologized to the group and decided to quickly leave the library to call him. It wasn't typical of him to not at least text you. You tried to call him, still no response. You sensed something was off, and you knew in your heart that you needed to make sure he was okay. You returned to the library, gathered your things, and apologized once again to the group, telling them you had an emergency. You speed walk towards the building where Gojo had his last class. When you got there, you saw one of his classmates standing outside and you asked her if she had seen him.

"He unfortunately missed today's class". she says You thanked her as you were already walking away. You knew his two “get away” spots when he felt the need to take a break were his dorm or the small park close to the local coffee shop he liked.

You chose to head to the coffee shop first since it wasn't that far. You slid between the students, holding the totebag that was menacing to fall of your shoulders. You arrived in front of the park and looked the surroundings carefully. No signs of his presence. His room was the only location that remained. Before leaving, you bought him his favorite strawberry frappé.

You reach his dorm after what felt like a marathon. You catch a break and knock on his door.

He was indeed inside, lying numb on his bed, his phone on the table. He heard you and is aware that you are standing outside. After a while, he opens his door in pajamas, his eyes swollen and red. You could tell that he really wasn't feeling well.

"Hey!" You softly cupped his face "Tell me what's wrong."

"I feel like I'm messing up everything. I've failed an important test, i've got into an argument with my best friend, and i feel like a total failure." he whines

"Take this," you say as you hand him the strawberry frappé, "a little sugar boost will do you some good." He took a few sips, and kisses your forehead.

"Secondly," you take him to bed and lay him down with you.

"Despite the weight of your worries, you must solve them one by one. You've failed your test, it sucks and you feel like you did all of that for nothing. It will take a little time for you to cool off, but you can always make up for it by asking your teacher extra graded work or to retake the test."

He looks at the ceiling, sighs loudly, and grips your hands tightly.

You proceed — "Now for Geto's case, you know that you'll be able to make it up to him, you just have to talk to him frankly. Honesty comes first, especially with him."

He gives you a weak laugh, "Especially with him yes, you're right."

You both lay there hands interwined until you turn around to face his side profile.

"It's normal not to feel good, you're human. It's okay to fail, to be sad, angry and even disappointed. Never say you're not enough again because you're worth it. Come talk to me or someone you trust if you ever feel like you are carrying too much weight. You must let it all out."

He gave you a hug as he suddenly lifted you onto his chest.

"That feels good, thank you so much, can you please stay with me?"

After care

Gojo had made the decision to invite you to his hometown so that you two could spend some romantic time together as the last three days of spring break approached. Even though you could occasionally cross paths at university, it was essential that you two stay together for a longer period. You had planned a lovely evening with a dinner date and a late night walk. You spent the rest of your evening at Gojo's house, and it's safe to say that you two needed to reconnect.

A warm atmosphere started to surround you both as the gentle touches on your thigh or on his broad shoulders grew more and more insistent. Finally, a languid kiss confirmed how you both felt. So you spent a delightful late night sharing that moment of intimacy you'd missed so much. Sweet and tender words exchanged in whispers and even delicate praises. The night's soft light cast a comforting glow over you as the moment came to an end. While silently panting, you embrace one another. Gojo loved looking after you after such a significant moment. He loved touching your belly, your waist or your face, and you enjoyed snuggling up to him, playing with his hair or lying on his chest.

Following that, Gojo felt it was essential to help you clean yourself, hence why he grabbed the first shirt he saw to give it to you, guided you into the bathroom while the water began to run. He took great care of you, assisting you in washing your hair by giving it a massage. He was aware that despite how frequently you shared such intimate moments, you preferred for him to turn around while you washed your entire body. He then cleaned himself after that and was the first to exit the shower. You blushed at the sight of your partner with that towel wrapped around his waist.

Once you were clean and dry, you changed into some comfortable clothes and went back to bed to finish the rest of the night by either sleeping in the classic big and small spoon formation or talking.

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sunelia.

#gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #established relationship #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #gojou saturo #jjk #jjk fluff #gojo x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #sunelia

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chaithetics · 1 year

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Sunshine

Pairing: Javier Peña x f reader

Word count: 2.5K

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, barely even any fluff, very teeny angst maybe? But it'll get spicier in future chapters besties! Also this has not been proofread and I apologise if parts of it are bad. I'm at the start of another lupus and ME/CFS flare up and I'm not feeling great. This was a nice little distraction though. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think Comments/reblogs/messages welcome :) and happy to add to a taglist, I'll just be keeping it for everything though rather than individual series etc.

Javier had been back in Laredo for just over a week now. He’d spent the first week with a sporadic sleep schedule, he barely slept but his mind was always running a million miles an hour. But blaming his isolation and long, inhuman hours in his room on jet lag was easy. Who’d have expected the day that Javier Peña would retire? He certainly hadn’t. He wasn’t too sure what to do with his life as retirement didn’t really sound appealing but he figured that being back home and helping his father on the family ranch wasn’t the worst start for deciding.

Javier had been doing fence work in one of the fields and had come inside for a coffee break. He was making a fresh pot of coffee as his father talked about his day so far. Chucho had gotten into the habit of volunteering at the local school, the one that Javier had attended what felt like an eternity ago. Chucho would go there to help with the school community vegetable garden with the children and he’d bring in any extra produce from his own ranch in for the children. Chucho had spoken about the teacher for the class he volunteered with, While Javier was extremely observant, he’d hardly paid attention to those details.

Chucho continued to talk as Javier absently nodded along, Chucho knew he wasn’t listening but it didn’t really bother him, he was just glad to have his son back. The door knocked, loudly at first then softly, and Chucho smiled and tilted his head, raising his eyebrow for Javier to answer it. Javier sighed and went to the door, he opened it and his brow furrowed slightly at the stranger. He’d never seen the pretty woman standing there before.

***********

You weren’t a local but had moved to Laredo to teach, you had done teaching in cities but you just preferred teaching and the environments of small towns. You’d come from a small town yourself and you wanted the benefits of a small town without necessarily feeling constrained to your own small home town, Laredo was perfect for this.

You were also aware from your upbringing of how tight-knit small towns could be, for a newbie like you who had moved here for work and didn’t have a partner it could be a bit isolating at times. You made friends, most of your colleagues were nice, the kids were lovely and you’d almost been adopted by a local. Chucho, he volunteered with helping the kids learn about horticulture and agriculture. You now regularly had dinners together and you would often do additional baking for him. He was kind and it was quite homely, you knew he was lonely, his wife had died years ago and his only child, a son had been in Colombia for years working for the DEA.

It was the school break, so you’d done some reading and class prep but you had spent most of the day baking. You loved citrus and Chucho had given you a basket of lemons, so you thought it was fitting to bake a lemon and orange cake as a thank you. It was an easy type of arrangement that felt natural between you and Chucho at this stage. You had a basket of baked goods, Chucho had no trouble finishing your baking but you knew his son was back now as well so you’d made sure to bake extra.

You hopped out of the car and brought the basket with you, humming as you made your way up the patio to the front door and knocked. After a brief moment, the door opened but it wasn’t Chucho’s warm face welcoming you in.

It was a younger man, he looked about your age, maybe a couple of years older. He was extremely handsome with big warm brown eyes, golden skin, dark brown hair, and an aquiline nose, he had broad shoulders and wore tight jeans to show off his legs. You’d never seen him before but you knew he was Chucho’s son, Javier. Chucho spoke of him fondly and you were aware he was back, you just hadn’t met him yet.

“Hi,” you said softly, you put out your free hand for him to shake, he had a stern look on his face still, he looked over his shoulder at his father and then back at you. You found his tenseness a bit confusing but also endearing.

“Hi?” He said with a slight look of confusion that softened the stern look in some ways but not others. You quickly introduced yourself as he shook your hand, you noticed quickly how large and firm his hand was, the contact sent a slight tingle up your arms and you tried your best to not let your cheeks heat up. When you introduced yourself it clicked for Javier, “the teacher?” he asked. You smiled warmly at him and nodded, his expression changed slightly and you swear you caught him looking you up and down.

“I come with goods,” you said smiling warmly at him and you lifted the basket up. He looked down at the basket in your hand and nodded, stepping aside so you could come in. You took your shoes off and then walked in slightly ahead of him “I baked extra, Chucho said you were here, I didn’t realise you’d be here, well here-here today. I hope I didn’t interrupt you?” you asked him softly, which he just politely shook his head at. You knew your way around the ranchhouse having been there a million times and it showed, which slightly shocked him.

When his father had mentioned a teacher, Javier had just never imagined somebody around his age, or somebody as pretty as you. He’d taken your form in when you stood in the doorway and he now had a pretty good view behind you. He was trying not to look at you like that but he was intrigued by you, to say the least. You had a soft-spoken voice, he swore it was the softest voice he’d ever heard but it was still a bit bubbly. There was a glint in your eyes that he didn’t see in his whenever he glanced at his reflection and your smile was warm, it was like sunshine. Being in your presence and watching you was like sitting outside in sunshine on a perfect day.

You greeted Chucho, and Javier noticed how much his father lit up at seeing you and he didn’t blame the older man for feeling that way. Javier stood off, leaning against the kitchen bench watching as you and Chucho small talked and you talked him through what was in the basket. Javier was naturally a flirt and had no shame in it, he hadn’t been with anyone since being back home and he just felt tired. It also felt slightly wrong to try something with you in the kitchen when you were his father’s guest and friend even if you were completely age appropriate for Javier.

“Javi?” His father said, Javier’s eyes snapped up to look at his father, he saw Chucho and you facing him looking at him, he’d been lost in his thoughts. “Hmm?” He asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes flickered to you briefly before meeting his father’s eyes. “Are you going to eat mijo?” Chucho asked.

“What is it?” Javier had a sweet tooth and he would’ve eaten it no matter what it was, he knew this and so did Chucho.

“Orange and lemon-” You started to say but you were cut off by Javier, he came closer to you, “hmmm?” He hated himself for it as it felt like flirting with how he was now hovering just to the side of you. But you were so softly spoken that he wanted to hear every syllable you said but it was hard to without needing to lean in, being drawn in by your warmth and tone. His body was still a bit tense which you noticed but his eyes seemed slightly warmer, you realised he’d struggled to hear you, you knew that your soft tone made you sometimes quiet, so you made a habit of projecting only while teaching. “Oh, sorry,” you said with a soft giggle and it was so sweet and melodic, “Chucho’s started into the orange and lemon cake, the fruit’s from the ranch, there’s some chocolate chip cookies and a batch of scones,” you continued.

“Cake sounds good, thanks.” You nodded and cut a generous slice for him. “What do you like?” You asked, tilting your head to look at him from the side as he took the piece of cake “I just have a sweet tooth, a pretty big one, chocolate’s always good. I’m easy to please.” he said as he then bit into the cake. You looked up at him with another award-winning smile “that’s good to know.”

He wondered what you meant, his sweet tooth or knowing that he was easy to please? He knew it could’ve been taken with double-meaning, he didn’t intend that at first but it just flowed out of him naturally. You looked over at Chucho “let me know how the rest of it is, I should go now. I’m sorry for imposing-”

“Nonsense mija, please stay? Eat with us, we were just making some coffee.” Chucho said with a warm smile. You shook your head politely, “raincheck? I have plans soon. Thank you though.” He nodded and Chucho walked you out. Javier stayed in the kitchen, finishing his slice of cake. It was perfect and he thought the flavours made perfect sense with what he knew of you.

After a couple of minutes Chucho came back into the kitchen looking at Javier expectantly, he raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “It’s really good.” Javier said matter of factly. Chucho nodded, “she’s a great baker. Walking sunshine really.” He looked at Javier who narrowed his eyes at his father, Javier felt like he’d hidden his expressions well. Chucho couldn’t be reading his mind could he?

“Single as well…” Chucho said with a smirk on his face.

“Why?”

“I don’t imagine many want to move to a small town like this and I guess she doesn’t have as many options in a small town like here. She actually can be a bit shy.” Chucho remarked as he dug into one of your scones.

“Why are you saying this?”

“She’s pretty.”

“And?”

“I saw how you looked at her.” Javier didn’t say anything, “she’s lovely, I think it would do some good for you to be around her. Platonic or not. But just no heart-breaking mijo.”

“You’re too old for set ups.” Javier huffed out, as he finished off his slice of cake and went up to shower. He didn’t want to think about you, it just added to the constant hurricane of thoughts in his head. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t stop though, he’d just met you and barely knew anything about you.

*******

This was your first time back at the ranch since you met Javier, it had only been a couple of days. You were in the kitchen baking while Chucho was in one of the gardens. Sometimes you’d bake at the ranch and it was a nice change, it was certainly a nicer view than what your suburban kitchen window offered. You felt a pair of eyes on you, you knew it wouldn’t be Chucho as his presence would’ve been immediately announced with friendly chatter.

“Hey,” you said turning around smiling, you could immediately tell he’d come from outside, he has his yellow aviators tucked into his shirt and he had sweat glistening on his neck and forehead. He came more into the kitchen, “hi” he said, almost matching your quieter tone.

“In the business of jump scares?” You asked with a larger smile on your face, feeling a bit more playful today than usual, there was something comforting about being in his presence, even if he was hard to read.

“Hmm?” he asked with a look of confusion, his brows pulled together and you couldn’t help but think how cute the expression was, you felt your cheeks start to heat up so you turned back to your organised mess on the bench. “You almost gave me a fright, a jump scare, standing there like that.” You softly said, “oh, shit, I’m sorry,” he responded with as he went to get a glass of water.

“It’s fine,” you offered him a smile. As he drank from the glass he walked over, closer to you.

“What are you baking?”

“A chocolate and cinnamon flan.” He let out a soft chuckle at that and leaned against the kitchen bench watching you. He was so close, once again drawn in by the warmth just oozing out, “that sounds like a good combo.” was all that he could let out, barely above a whisper but loud enough for you to hear.

“Yeah, you said you like chocolate and well cinnamon reminds me of you, they tend to work well together.” He studied you closer, surprised at that. “Cinnamon reminds you of me?” He asked with a teasing tone but a curious smirk plastered onto his attractive face.

You tilted your head to look at him briefly for a moment, you felt your cheeks flush up. You’d thought about it and wanting to bake something memorable that he’d like. He had gorgeous brown eyes that you knew most people would compare to chocolate and you wouldn’t say they were wrong but there was a warmth there, that reminded you more of cinnamon. It made perfect sense to you and you weren’t sure if you could articulate that, let alone without sounding super intense as this was your second conversation with him.

“Yeah,” You answered with a pause as he patiently waited, “your eyes, they’re a lovely brown. There’s a warmth in them, reminds me of cinnamon.” You said it in your usual soft voice, you imagined it was maybe even quieter than usual and you tried to get the words out matter of factly. He seemed softer, more present today than when you’d met him. You liked it, it felt more safer to be around and just brought out the warmthness you could already sense was there.

“Huh,” was all he said to that, he’d never had anybody observe anything like that about him before, let alone try to turn that observation into something nice and tangible. You changed the subject and he seemed to notice maybe you were anxious over the implication of what you’d said. He obliged though as the more you obviously observed and well complimented him it would be so much harder to be in this room with you without teenage-esque puppy eyes. He didn’t want to get close to you, it wouldn’t be good for either of you. But he couldn’t help but lean a little closer and study you more, how your hands and eyes moved, how concentration adorably etched itself into your face as you focused on your task.

Javier bit his lip as he tried to push back all these thoughts of you away, although he was happy to bask in your kitchen sunshine for a moment, it was a respite from everything else in his life.

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bear and babbles 🧸ྀི⋆˚✿˖°

welcome to the third episode of bear and babbles!! we're both happy that everyone is liking the segment so much!! daddy gets a little nervous talking- so i'm glad everyone is loving it so much! <3 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა.

key code │ 🧸 - daddy │ 🍼 - pumpkin.

what is bear & babbles!

bear & babbles is a cute thing that we decided to create to help talk about agere in a safe environment! we will be answering questions (both me & daddy!) and answering some emails!!

i think it'll be fun to see both point of views too, from a little (and someone who struggles with mental health) + a caregiver whose been in the role for a while now.

all emails will be addressed anonymously, please don't include real names!

today's email: bad news

this segment is dealing all about dealing with bad news & how to not let it affect us as much as it does!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

🍼 : bad news is such an icky thing to get back.

for me it's so easy to blame myself for the bad news i reiceve, like it's my own personal faliure that something didn't go right. it used to affect a lot of my meltdowns too (both autistic & bpd)- which then made things extra icky :<

i think one of the hardest things i've learned in that sometimes bad things just happen. it's no ones fault, it's not bad karma coming to haunt me, it's not repercussions for a bad choice i made years ago.

sometimes you're just dealt a bad set of cards.

& now i like to use those times to learn and grow a little, build up my confidence a little so that i'm not punshing myself as soon as bad news get's announced. even going to the extreme of patting myself on the back and telling me i did the best i could at the time.

something that helped me a lot (especially when it came to school & exams) was reminding myself that plan A doesn't always have to go right, that's why there are plan's B, C, D, E - and as many as it takes for me to land back in the right direction.

i will get to the end one way or another, i just need to take a different path is all.

for example, i failed my math's & biology exam back and school and was nearly denied from college, i thought that despite my hard hours studying, it was already decided for me that i wasn't going to make it to university.

& yet, here i am with a bachlors degree in a smart field. i got there in the end! i just had a longer way to go than most & u know what, that was fine too, because sometimes the slow and steady approach is what we need sometimes to mentally prepare us for the next chapter of our lives.

🧸 : I think bad news needs to happen sometimes to get us where we need to be. We need to experience new things, and we can't do that if we're given access to everything we wanted. Not only would it make us less determined, but it would lessen our chances of fighting for what we believe we're worth.

Though geting the news is never fun.

I think having people around that support you and can be a shoulder to lean on when things get tough is super important. Both me and Pumpkin have helped each other through some of our toughest battles, and I know I wouldn't have carried on pushing if it wasn't for her.

We're also not as weak as we think we are.

We're a lot stronger than we give ourself credit for. And if you're dealing with some bad news right now, just know that this feeling won't last forever. You will bounce back, and might even grow and learn something from the experience.

You can make it in this world, and I wish you the very best of luck for reaching your end goal.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

i hoped this helped anyone who needed it!! <3

if you want to send an email for us to respond to, or if you have any quick fire questions you wanted answered more in depth, leave a comment or send an email using the address below!!

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queerprayers · 11 months

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I’ve been following your blog for a while now, and it’s really been helping restore my relationship with faith. So firstly I want to say thank you. <3 I also wanted to ask how you learned to deal with adversity so well? I’ve seen other blogs on here that frequently invalidate queer christians and openly say they are not valid. How can one believe in a god that would “make all people in his image” but then turn around and tell his people to hate what he had created?

Welcome, beloved! I'm so glad this can be a good space for you and you're very welcome. My ability to deal with adversity is actually currently being tested because I wrote out a complete response for you and Tumblr did not save my draft!!! And yet we press on. Hopefully this second try from scratch is still helpful/relevant. Please assume any lack of genius is because I used it all up the first time around. :)

I'm honored you think I deal with adversity well—I have a long way to go but I am proud of where I am. Partially I've learned because I had to learn. My greatest wish was to continue being in faith communities as myself, and that sadly inherently puts me in adverse situations. I'm lucky to generally have experienced passive/"well-meaning" homophobia in my daily life rather than active violence or abuse, but it is of course still a hardship. In many ways I am not given a choice—if I live as I am, this is what I will experience. I wish this were not the case, but it is—which means part of fulfilling my journey (existing as I am within my faith) means dealing with adversity, and because of my beliefs, I strive always to deal with it in loving ways.

I know I am connected to generations of Christians experiencing adversity, both from within and outside the church, and, like many of them, I have decided it is worth it to not give up my allegiance. To be clear, I have immense empathy and respect for those who leave the church for these reasons, and I would never shame them or consider them cowardly/weak—for those I know it has been an act of bravery, strength, and self-preservation. I want everyone to be free to make that choice—and I have (sometimes grudgingly) chosen to stay.

I similarly have empathy for those who attempt to repress or choose to hide/keep private their sexuality/gender—this is a very painful experience that I wish no one had to go through, but some are driven to it. There are generations of Christians (and queer people of all religions/cultures) who have experienced this, and it's often a choice between coming out or keeping your family/community/even life. Ultimately, some people do not wish to come out, not or ever. I do encourage people to be honest with themselves and God, and try their best to seek out affirming communities for their own health/well-being and ability to freely serve God, but again, this is a choice we are free to make—and I (joyfully and painfully, in an uncomfortable but safe environment) have chosen to be out.

I've had to learn how to curate my space on the Internet and generally avoid debates with strangers—my current rule when deciding whether to give someone time when they approach me with abuse is to ask, "Would answering this be useful (to me, to them, to those who might read it)?" and "Are they saying anything worth thinking about?" Often, the answer is no. Someone telling me to kill myself does not want to have a conversation, and there's nothing to respond to. But if someone shares a specific opinion, or cites a Bible verse, or criticizes a specific belief, then there's something there that could be useful to address. And then, of course, protecting myself is also relevant. It takes energy for me to write anything, but doubly so when I know the other person isn't approaching the conversation with the same love I attempt to. If I have the energy, and feel like there's something to actually say, sometimes I'll say something.

Whether I'm responding or deleting, I am called to keep moving with prayer and love. I can't let my beliefs go out the window when I get hurt or angry (although that happens to all of us sometimes). And always always I remember that it's never about me. Homophobia comes from ignorance/fear/disgust, and although I am sometimes the one directly addressed, I am not what these people have an issue with. Problems with me living as a Christian generally come from past trauma, ideological issues with certain theologies, or ignorance/disrespect of religion generally, not me existing. Again, I'm the one being addressed, but their (often justified) anger is not about me. I'm not trying to make excuses for people, but I am making the space for my own compassion and their ability to grow, as my religion has taught me. (Obviously this doesn't include instances in which I might be the one who has made a mistake/caused harm; I'm talking about unjust adversity people experience, not consequences of actions.)

I will point out that it is much harder to deal with people like this in person. Writing involves distance and time from the aggressor. I can take a deep breath, wait a few days, choose whether to respond, and reread my words before sending them, thinking about how they might be received. But on the street? In school hallways? There is no distance and no time, and there is sometimes a lack of physical safety as well. This is when I have most often given in to anger, or meeting disgust with disgust. Obviously this has often been self-protection and survival, and I do not fault myself or anyone for not meeting oppression with perfect calm—this is impossible and not a value everyone holds. (That's a whole 'nother discussion!) When possible, though, I do try to do what I do here—if I feel safe, if I have the energy, I'm open, I ask questions. People filled with anger/fear/disgust/ignorance often can't keep it up for long.

Why do people hate, especially when they claim to value love? I don't have definite answers, although I've provided some already. I do know that most of the homophobic people I know are not abusive/violent—they are well-meaning and put-together. They genuinely want what's best for people, and think that guiding people toward repression or conversion therapy or mandated celibacy will guide their life towards God. This is a deeply mistaken perspective, that causes real harm and is full of ignorance, but I do not experience it as hate (although there is a violence present). They think I am not whole as I am, and think that loving me involves fixing me. This is not loving, but it is something I can understand more than outright abuse. It's another kind of adversity, one that sometimes hurts more long-term, partially because I can understand it more—I can't dismiss it. And these people have a hard journey—admitting they're wrong means admitting their whole worldview is broken, but also often includes making this judgment about their family/community, and might mean losing it. Again, I do not seek excuses, but context and space.

In my life, I prove them wrong by living wholly, fully, and openly. I cannot make them see my happiness—we cannot force people to open their eyes. But we can show them light where we can. We cannot save them alone, but they can be saved, and they will be. ("Save" here meaning to fully experience love, not conversion or avoidance of a traditional Hell.) I know my patience and love (the little of it I can sometimes reach) can help people, because people have told me it has, and this an honor and a privilege and an overwhelming stress and a gift from a universe I cannot move. If the way I have chosen saves even one person, it is worth it—and if we include me, then it definitely has, but even if we don't, I have witnessed others' hearts change. Moving and writing and speaking with love will not fix everything, it is not magical, but Love will save all of us—They already have. Love (who is God) is with us, even when we cannot feel it, even when we don't have the energy to comprehend it, even when we are blinded and scared and cannot admit we are wrong.

My beliefs inherently make room for people to change, even when this truth makes me mad, even when I wish I could just give up on people. Christianity, at its best, equips us to take a deep breath and remember what we were made for. As Pentecost arrives, I hold the Spirit close—I've never spoken in tongues or been set on fire (and not to jinx it but I don't really desire to), but I've felt the wind on my face and bird-watched in my backyard and sat around a bonfire with people I love. I have so far to go, and the road rises to meet me.

In summary, TL;DR, don't mean to rant but always do: I learned to deal with adversity because I had to, and with practice, while honoring others, while figuring out a path of love in this weird and confusing life, even as I fail at what I set out to do all the time, God sees what I do in the name of survival, and gives me the strength to keep going. I know anger and fear and disgust and ignorance because they're in everyone; I know what it is to believe something and do things that go against that, because I do it all the time; I know what it is to hang on to things I've been taught even when they're harmful, because I've done that. We can only pray that they do not overtake us as they overtake those who hurt us.

Blessings to you as we move through an inhospitable world (and website). May we do all the good that we can.

Grant, O God, that your holy and life-giving spirit may move every human heart, that the barriers which divide us may crumble, suspicions disappear, and hatreds cease, and that, with our divisions healed, we might live in justice and peace; through your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. —Lutheran Book of Worship (1978)

<3 Johanna

#asks #alright. take: 2. tangents: 12. hotel: trivago.#happy early pentecost!

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donniesexceptionalmind · 11 months

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Lol glad my ‘dear friend’ decided to join in on the fun! I honestly don’t really know what to say other than welcome to the chaos!

(Also maybe you’d like to rant or infodump about something? :>)

Hope everyone’s having a good day/night/whatever!! \o/

-Curious Anon

Ps. Spoke w/ her and she thinks she likes the name ‘Misty Anon’ so I shall refer to her as such!

P.p.s. Finally decided to start using COLOUR

Ahhhh, colours are appreciated, help with reading & look neat !

I'm glad she jumped in & 'Misty Anon' sounds lovely ! It shall provide.

Another infodump? COWABUNGA! ✨️

I shall begin:

Yesterday I learned about

✨️💜 GLIMMERS 💜✨️

A glimmer is "a satisfying sensory delight that fills someone with fervent ecstasy." (Bec Secombe, 2022)

It is the opposite of a trigger :a stimulus perceived as threatening & unsafe.

A ✨️glimmer✨️ is a source of endless wonder & fascination.

Important: As an autistic, I can only give examples from the autistic perspective. Yours might differ. /g

The term was coined by Deb Dana, an LCSW working with trauma.

She collaborated with Dr. Porges & helped to translate his Polyvagal Theory for practical uses.

Dr. Porges identified a hierarchy of autonomic nervous system (ANS) responses that developed as a result of our own evolution. (He speaks about humans, yet as a muntant, I will adapt this.)

The autonomic ladder is a representation of neural defensive processes that automatically come online in an attempt to protect us.

I hope the graphic speaks for itself:

Credit: seen im graphic (left bottom), I downloaded the imaged from i-asc.org

Triggers & Glimmers are the actual events that move us up & down this autonomic ladder.

Due to practice & mindfulness, we can learn to bring our attention to what is happening inside our bodies, in the environment, & in our relationships that set autonomic state shifts in motion.

TRIGGERS can move us down the ladder through an interaction or because of disappointments, as well as fear & anxiety. In the worst case they can lead into a shutdown or meltdown, as well as burnout.

When we experience a trigger a negative thought or “story” tends to go along with it & triggers are usually the easiest to identify.

GLIMMERS: create the neuroception of safety & the possibility of relaxing into moments of connection.

When we can connect to ourselves, others, and the environment, we are available and open to experiences, interactions, or resources that calm us and help us feel secure.

They are the most challenging to recognize because the autonomic responses felt during a glimmering moment are nuanced & subtle & therefore easy to miss: the negatives are easier to spot than the positives, aren't they?

So, we want to bring attention to how our body responds and note the physical reactions & behaviors that accompany it.

Glimmers can help calm a nervous system that is in survival mode & bring a return of autonomic regulation & therefore us in a state of overall well-being.

And it needs to be added, that bringing attention to our glimmers is NOT negating the suffering we experience with triggers, such as sensory experiences or trauma triggers.

A strengths-based perspective reminds us that well-being is NOT simply the absence of problems, it is also about the presence of strengths.

Also: Glimmers don't have to be something big & they don't have to make sense to anyone else but you.

Some of my ✨️💜Glimmers💜✨️ are:

Watching the night sky 🌌

Watching Jupiter Jim with my family ❤️

Listening to my favourite song 🎶

Seeing any hint of my SPINs randomly somewhere 🔥

I hope you enjoyed! If you want, reblog with your

✨️💜 Glimmers 💜✨️

Have a cookie as a treat for reading all of that: 🍪

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Y'know I tried really really hard to like Catradora, I watched ship complications, video essays about why they worked together, tried to get excited whenever they had a moment, looked at posts about why they're a good couple, I even watched a 30-minute videos with 100 reasons why you should ship catradora but no matter what I did I just couldn't see it, no matter how many times I tried it always left a bad taste in my mouth, it just felt so gross with the way they victim blamed Adora for leaving her toxic environment because she left Catra (Even though she asked her to come with multiple times) I was uncomfortable with how they were basically sisters, but I guess I just tried so hard to like it because the fandom was so crazy about it, so I'm glad I found the anti-community that's really nice and welcoming, so thanks for spreading the truth and helping people like me be honest about how they dont like Catradora

Yeah, that's precisely what made me fall out of love for C//A, the way the fandom treats Adora and how they ignore that Catra and Adora were raised by the same woman (the latter I think was the starting point for me). Nowadays, when I try to engage with the majority of the fandom, I just get very frustrated, and honestly concerned because most of the fans are minors and they're being taught that abuse is romantic and sexy.

Oh, you're very welcome! I'm glad to know I make you feel more comfortable sharing these feelings. I suppose this blog is also my safe space because no one in real life really gets it, either. I can't just rant about how awful C//A is to my friends (although I think I did that once but they never watched SPOP, and I was very brief about it. We never talked about the show again and I honestly don't want to, lol). Sometimes I feel like I'm too intense about my opinions, hence why I try my best to not spend too much time on this blog, but I know the truth has to be said, and I'm honestly relieved that more and more people are coming together to say what bothers them about SPOP.

Yeah, it can be hard to talk about these feelings, but at least we've built our own little circle and discuss issues with the show between ourselves (and I guess the curious people who decide to visit). I'm also grateful to be part of this community. It has taught me a lot.

#asks #spop critical #anti stans #anti c//a #abuse tw #incest tw

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tillthelandslide · 2 years

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Bandmate! Y/n Instagram Concept

I’m using the gorgeous Elin as the face claim for this… everything in this is purely fictional.

Yourusername:

yourusername forever a joy performing alongside you @harrystyles will forever be thankful to you for allowing me to be apart of your journey

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harrystyles wouldn’t have it any other way 🖤

pillowpersonpp such a beautiful pair of humans

yourbestfriend the matching outfits 💜😈🍆🦄☔️👾🍇

-> yourusername overdid it with the purple emojis there don’t you think?💜

lizzobeeating goals 🥹

hshq:

hshq One Night Only. New York. May, 2022

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harrysunflower the tension between Harry and Y/n was unbelievable… I ship them so hard

wellbealright okay but why does this feel like one of those photos where management forced everyone in it, to hide the fact Harry is clearly in love with y/n

yourusername I love you all so much

-> pillowpersonpp I love you!

-> hshq 🖤

hater1 people who ship Harry and Yn are the worse kind of people, he can do so much better

-> jefezoff in a world where you can be anything, be kind

-> fan1 oh shit! You know it’s serious when Jeff comments! 🖤

harryssogolden:

harryssogolden guys 🥹 I caught this moment last night 🥹 look at his smile and how hard he’s hugging her 🥹…. Also happy birthday @yourusername

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yourusername thank you sweetie 🖤

-> harryssogolden omg you replied

Fan1 this is adorable

📍comment: harryssogolden UPDATE!!! Both Harry and y/n liked this post!!! What does this mean!!!

yourusername:

yourusername thank you to @harrystyles and the team for making this birthday one to remember! I love you all 🖤

harrystyles you’re welcome sunshine 🖤 ly

-> yourusername ly more fruit man🍉🍒🍇🥝

-> fan6 ummm… WHAT! DOES! This! MEAN!

-> fan4 alright chill they could just be friends

harrystyles:

harrystyles happy birthday my angel @yourusername

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yourusername I adore you mush 🖤

pillowpersonpp coming for mine and Mitch’s thrown with this one H

-> mitchrowland never, we’re married, they can’t beat us

yourbestfriend FINALLY

gemmastyles glad the cats out of the bag, welcome to the family! (As if you haven’t been apart of it already) 💜

-> yourusername love you Gem

harryandynfan:

harryandynfan Harry’s face in this was literally my reaction when he posted the birthday post!! They’re all basically confirming it at this point

fan7 did you see Gemma’s comment? Seems like they’ve been together a while then… wonder why they kept it quiet for so long

-> harryandynfan don’t really think it’s that surprising, some fans definitely did create an environment where they could announce it without yn getting hate. They’re also both quite private so personally I feel honoured that they even decided to announce it at all. Happy for them regardless 💜

-> fan7 yeah that’s true! Didn’t think of it like that. Hope people are nice to her now

yourusername:

yourusername can’t believe tour is over :( I had the best time and made the best memories with truly the best people to every walk this earth. Thank you to all the fans who welcomed me with open arms and gave me a safe and loving environment to play in, I love you.

To my fruit man, thank you for bringing me with you on this journey, I am truly lucky to have you in my life. I adore you and will continue to adore you forever 🖤 I love you mush.

We’ll be back before you know it 🖤

yourbestfriend thank you for looking after her Harold @harrystyles

Fan8 “mush”🥹 that’s adorable

harrystyles sad it’s over but here’s to more memories with you 🖤

yourusername via stories:

Let the holiday begin 🏝@harrystyles mitchrowland

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currently stopped at 12/2. there’s a lot i wanna talk about. this game makes me feel so incredibly strange. ill leave a very messy ramble under the cut

being past a majority of the significant moments i feel like i can give a pretty lengthy discussion of my feelings

the game does what it says on the tin it’s an hd remake. storyline (at least as of the date i cited) is by and large approximately the same.

the game itself is gorgeous it looks amazing. there is so much clear effort put into every little aspect, of which everyone is already greatly aware

i have highly mixed feelings

things i am enjoying

a nice handful of the link episodes and optional content are feel good and sweet moments that give a better impression of the cast’s relationship, which is always welcome. particular examples im personally really about include shinji’s link episodes and the group study sessions

theurgy moves and how they reflect each characters growth in their second move that unlocks with their ult persona. trismegistus’s theurgy killed me dead.

lots of very welcome qol changes that streamline numerous parts of the original game in a way that feels pretty good. i particularly enjoy the text message function and how it reminds you who’s available which days while also letting you fast travel directly to the link in question, and the net functionality thing that lets me see what others decided to do each day. a ton of helpful stuff for someone really forgetful basically

ive been playing on peaceful because im not good at rpgs (yes i spent $70 on a game from a genre i am notoriously bad at!!!!) so i can’t speak much to a lot of gameplay stuff but im glad tartarus has more to it and has also received qol changes that make it less of a slog to grind (at least in my experience). in general tartarus’s overhaul rules; visually the alternate environments with different corresponding floor layouts are awesome

they let ryoji be bisexual outwardly! kinda pretty much? much like aigis’s “I know you should be with a man” in portable it’s hard not to take “I want to be more than a friend to you” as anything other than explicitly gay. i still have a few more scenes with the guy so it might take a minute before i can be fully confident in this point.

things im not enjoying

the quality of the character writing in a lot of places is either off, irritating, or it flat out feels incorrect in some instances. whether it’s aki dropping the p word as liberally as he does or mitsuru being constantly put forward as intimidating and that’s the whole joke, or the weird new speech quirks aigis has, there are moments you can very much tell the writers are going “how many times can we fit this same unfunny joke or bit across the game”. it feels like a greater chunk of the time that they don’t Know what to do with the characters so they fall back on pushing whichever flagship trait that character is known for and it really hurts the overall enjoyment of the additional content when it feels so…shallow? as a result. not ALL of it is this way but there is a significant enough pattern that it’s genuinely a bother

how little they use the potential of this remake to demonstrate individual character dynamics that aren’t otherwise frequently touched on (i.e say yukari and shinji or aki or like aigis and shinji or fuuka and aki; there’s like a ton of character duos within sees that we just don’t really have a grasp on how they feel about each other). i was especially disappointed at the lack of shinji with other people than the rest of senpai squad or the protag, which is what i was most looking forward to having more of going in. maybe some of what i was hoping for is in tartarus dialogue i didn’t wind up triggering (which there is an insane amount of that id love to pick through once im done) but just based on the episodes i played and the hangouts i did it’s still like man. i wanted to see him being friends with other members yk? they barely took any cues from the portable slink.

BECAUSE the story is written so closely to the original any weird inconsistencies remain the same, although there are a handful of moments where they clarify certain important things that i don’t believe were in the originals. on a similar note whereas they smartened up and made stuff like romance optional and removed that notorious transphobic scene, they’re still not immune to being really fucking weird about age gaps and grooming !!! and of course the sexualization of highschoolers remains ‘Detrimental’ to the storyline 😐

ok i writing this as i am so sleep I am falling asleep with my phone. my primary thoughts for now make of that what you will. god i hate video games

#quinn moment #3DReload

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flowerprose · 1 year

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happy STS! I really liked your questions for today, so UNO reverse- what writing advice have you found to be most helpful/not helpful at all?

i'm glad you liked them! here's a few off the top of my head:

helpful writing advice

welcome even the most mundane details; it's a tenant to a writer if you can make even the ordinary whimsical

not every idea that pops into your head needs to be written by you. you can enjoy an idea, look up someone who's implemented it well, and read. focus on the projects that should be written by you instead.

you get to decide what criticism - and how much - you will absorb. everything else can be chucked away.

you should know your characters before you know your worldbuilding or plot (i know this is controversial; i still love it)

writing advice i don't believe in

'you don't need an english degree to write' - you don't need a whole degree, but i can't think of a single writer who wouldn't benefit from a writing class or formal workshop by peers. it's been instrumentally helpful to me. being trapped in an environment where you are forced to critically engage with your peer's material not only advances your skills as a reader/thinker, but it develops your choice-making as a writer.

'make your readers root for your main characters' - sometimes, but i also enjoy bringing my readers along for a hate-journey. sit in discomfort bc you're not sure if you should root for them or not.

'if you don't belong to a culture/race/sexuality/geographic location/class, then you shouldn't be writing about it' - this was some really bad advice my entire department received back in 2019 during the local writer's fest. the panellists were adamant that if you were white and straight, then you should only be writing about white/straight characters and white/straight side characters and white/straight villains - same if you were trans or impoverished, etc. i think challenging yourself to read unfamiliar demographics widely, taking an interest in something that leads you to consuming research by scholars or firsthand accounts, is a wonderful way to not only grow your understanding of the world, but to develop stronger empathy. in school, it was often a requirement to experiment and write outside of what you know. we didn't always get this right - some lessons are painfully embedded in the wrinkles of my brain - but i won't let myself be scared out of writing a dynamic world. that said, i think some self awareness is key: being mindful of which stories or sorrows are not yours to tell (would do anything to stop seeing middle-aged christian women write entire books about the holocaust, for the love of god), and which ones you can explore in fiction.

#i'm not including anything about tropes #they have their place - i just think the way they're tooled into marketing is exhausted and vapid.#she answers #storyteller saturday

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pillowsickfics · 1 year

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New Characters !!!

Hi! So it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted on this account but I decided I want to try again, but I feel like I need a fresh start. So, here are some new characters I’d like to write for! I’m not gonna say requests for my old characters are closed, but I would greatly prefer requests for these new characters. They aren’t totally fleshed out yet, but that’s kind of the point and I’m excited to see where this goes!

You can find character relationships/dynamics here!

Here is an image of all of them as picrews, and their descriptions will be under the cut! Any and all questions are more than welcome, and of course so are requests! I am very happy to be back! <33

Laurence (Laurie) Michael Callaghan

Age: 24

Description: Ginger and freckly! He is about 6’0 with a good build, considering he is on a hockey team. He’s pretty lean but he has muscular arms and he definitely has some bulk to him. His eyes are hazel green and his skin is fair. He’s responsible and fun to be around and he is honestly just a good person.

Brief Background: Laurie definitely grew up in one of the most broken households out of all these guys. He doesn’t talk about his childhood much. He is the oldest of five siblings. He has 2 brothers and 2 sisters and they're all significantly younger than him (ages ranging from 16 to 1 ½ ). He was forced to raise them practically by himself because his mom walked out on them and his dad was an abusive alcoholic. He is used to being in the caretaker role because he’d had to care for all of these kids all the time while trying to put himself through school and work to earn money. He is definitely glad to be out of that situation, but he often feels guilty about it and misses his siblings dearly.

Gabriel (Gabi) Santos

Age: 24

Description: He’s not particularly built in any way, it’s not really his thing. He is 5’8. He doesn’t really do sports; again, it’s not his thing. He has black hair and eyes and tan skin. He is blind without his glasses so of course he is always wearing them. He is a bit on the quieter side, but that doesn’t mean he’s upset or mean, he just prefers to listen. He can definitely get talkative with the right people!

Brief Background: He comes from a very strict Filipino-American immigrant household, so he wasn’t very wealthy growing up. He had an older sister. He moved around a lot when he was a kid, but he didn’t mind it too much, he just focused on school and making his parents proud. When he was in highschool, his parents found out that he was dating a classmate that happened to be a boy and they flipped out. He was yelled at and called horrible things and it ended with him being kicked out at age 17. It was the most betrayed and hurt he’d ever been. He went to live with his aunt and uncle for a few years before he got a scholarship and left his hometown completely. He has no desire to go back, despite the fact that his parents have reached out to him with half-hearted apologies because they heard he was successful.

Cynthia Hansen

Age: 23

Description: She is 5’4 and she’s pretty skinny. She has a pretty small waist and generally has a petite build. She has a very good fashion sense, it is one of her passions! She has long blonde hair that extends a little past her waist in gorgeous waves. She is also freckled all over with very pale skin. She is truly beautiful inside out, as she is one of the sweetest people out there. She loves being around others and she is extremely chatty!

Brief Background: Cyn grew up in a very wealthy household. Her mom was a hospital specialist (neonatal) and her father was an attorney. The downside of this was that they weren’t around much, so she was really raised by nannies and housekeepers. In her teen years, she was never really home, opting to stay at friends houses because she enjoyed the lively environment more than her own empty home. While she loves her parents and appreciates them, she doesn’t really have a relationship with them and was thrilled to graduate and move on to college.

Maverick Lee Miller

Age: 23

Description: He is large. He is 6’3 and he is BUILT. He has very broad shoulders and strong arms, but he is definitely pudgy around his belly and thighs and such. He has messy overgrown brown hair and the largest puppy dog eyes. In fact, he can really be summed up as a bug dumb puppy. He is The Himbo and he is so loved for it. He is so sweet and honestly a complete doormat. He can’t say no to people and it’s gotten him into some unsavory situations. Overall, he’s a gentle giant that deserves the world.

Brief Background: He actually came from a stable household, a nuclear family if you will. He lived in the suburbs and went to a pretty decent highschool. His dad believed in typical gender roles, so Maverick’s loving and gentle nature put a bit of a strain on their relationship. Maverick primarily made friends through sports, and the jocks at his school were.. not nice, to say the least. They often forced Maverick to do and say and watch things that he was uncomfortable with and he was so relieved to finally get away from them when he graduated.

Kurtis (Kurt) Noah Morrison

Age: 24

Description: He is about 5’11 with a lean build. His hair is naturally black, but he has been putting it in locs and dyeing it since sophomore year of highschool. He hasn’t had his natural hair color since. He has an intense RBF and for the most part it is accurate. He is very guarded and grumpy and is very easily agitated. He obviously has a soft spot for people he cares about, and he has at least general manners, but he can come across as rude or bitchy a lot of the time.

Brief Background: He comes from a troubled childhood. He’s always dealt with anger issues, but they were at their peak in highschool. His mother passed away when he was very young and it caused a lot of turmoil inside of him that came out as rage and violence. He got into a LOT of fights when he was in school and just couldn’t seem to stay out of trouble. Eventually he got his shit together and finished senior year strong, hence why he was able to go to college. He retained a lot of street smarts from his upbringing.

Mallory Zhi Chiang

Age: 23

Description: She is very small. 5'2 would be pushing it a bit. Don’t let that fool you though, she can and will fight people if needed. She doesn’t tolerate bullshit. She has black hair and eyes and she has a curvier body type. She carries her weight in her hips and she has a very cute build. She is chatty and blunt and despite how she can come across, she is actually very fun to be around and a lot of the time is all bark and no bite (lovingly).

Background: She was raised by a single mother, which is where she gets a lot of her fiery attitude from. Her mother was an extremely strong woman and a great role model and they are still very close. Despite getting into some trouble at school, she generally had very good grades and prioritized school. Her mother is very proud of her and has always taught her to respect herself first, and she definitely holds that advice close to her chest.

Cameron Leslie Hale

Age: 23

Description: An all-American blonde jock. He is 6’1 with broad shoulders and a slim waist. He is probably the most noticeably muscular of the guys as he works out the most and often goes on diets. He radiates smug asshole energy, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. As cool as he wants to seem, he’s a huge dork and it's very endearing.

Brief Background: He also had a pretty cushy upbringing when it came to money. His family was well off and he lived in a good neighborhood. He actually went to the same highschool as Maverick, and they were in the same friend group but they didn’t interact much until college. His dad was the hockey coach, and he had a lot of pressure put on him to be the most fit and skilled player because of it. It caused him a lot of self-worth issues because it felt like the only time he got praise and love from his dad was when he practically killed himself to meet the high standards set for him. He still struggles often with feelings of inadequacy.

Daniel (Danny) Alejandro Martinez

Age: 23

Description: He is definitely the most chill of all the characters I have listed here. He is 5’10 with a slimmer body type. He has a messy mop of brown hair (it’s nearly a mullet!) and black eyes. He’s not huge on sports, he’s much more into the arts. He is the musically gifted one of the group! He plays both guitar and bass guitar and often has jam sessions with his “band” (they’re really just people he smokes with and plays random songs for a couple of hours). He’s very calm and is honestly refreshing to be around. He is usually the voice of reason in whatever scenario he finds himself in.

Brief Background: His childhood was probably the best out of all of them. He didn’t really have a “home” because for a majority of his life as a kid, he was living and traveling in a van with his mom. She was essentially a hippie and loved nature and art and culture and she wanted to expose Danny to as much of it as possible. She is where he got his love for music and he mostly has fond memories of this. This got a bit worse when they had to move into the city and she began to work. He got picked on in school because of his unusual upbringing and also his heavy Mexican-Spanish accent that he had since he didn’t start speaking English until 9th grade, and of course it hurt, but it didn’t affect him too much.

#my ocs <3 #original character #if you notice similarities to my old ocs no you don’t #theyre all so silly #sickfic #whump #i’m back #!!!#hope u enjoy!!!

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wool-f · 1 year

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Wellness: Through & Through | Part Five: the way your friends can change your life

Friends have such a significant impact on our mental health and it often goes unnoticed.

I’ve spent the last five years cultivating my circle, with many people coming and going of their own accord. I’ve come to realise that the people I have around me are directly indicative of the state of my mental health.

When I was 22, I experienced a really tough breakup of a pretty toxic relationship. I came out of that period of my life with three friends, all of whom are still in my life today. From that holy trinity, I began to rebuild my circle.

I had spent two years with a person who had isolated me from an entire roster of great people who had (understandably) tapped out or had enough. I sometimes wonder how the three remaining people persevered with me through the tumultuous time, but I’m more than grateful that they did.

So building a new circle at the edge of my mid-twenties was definitely a challenge, but one I am so glad I undertook.

I inherited some of the most wonderful, smart, hilarious and beautiful friends I’ve ever made in my mid-late twenties, and I cannot wait to see who else I bring in as the years go on.

I know this isn’t technically fitting within the theme of methods or ways to create a better environment for health and wellbeing, but I think that is definitely an essential part of giving yourself a better chance at a more positive life.

I also want to put a disclaimer out there that I’m not at all saying the goal is to have a completely and always positive life - that is impossible and toxic. I’m just saying having a really good quality group of friends who make you feel good about yourself is putting yourself in the bets position you can to recover from the bad days, weeks or sometimes months.

It all comes down to two simple ideas:

1. Being around good people makes you want to be a good person

2. People who genuinely care about you will have your best interests at heart and will try to act accordingly

Both of these things lean towards the one solution: stay away from people who make you feel shit about yourself.

If you’re in a place where you’re unable to make new friends or you’re finding it difficult, fear not! The people meant for you will come to you. I’m just saying that in the mean time, be strategic with who your friends are - drop the people who make you feel bad or those who bring out the worst in you, and focus on the relationships that make you feel good. Cultivate those. They inform the relationship you have with yourself.

I believe that the relationship you have with yourself is directly reflected in the ones you have with those around you.

There are plenty of ways to meet new people, only you can decide what you feel comfortable with. Just know that the people you have around you will influence the way you feel and move about the world. Put yourself in the best position you can for yourself.

With that, I’m concluding week five of my experiment! Let me know if you’ve reflected on your group and how it’s made you feel down in the comments or over on my other socials. Can’t wait to check back in with you all next week!

If you are joining me on this group science experiment, where I investigating what wellness truly means and how I am achieving it, both physically and mentally, welcome! Comment below any suggestions or trends you are seeing to do with wellness that you’re too afraid to try yourself - I will try them. Also let me know if you tried adding ten thousand steps a day into your routine because of this post or my video! I’d love to hear your feedback :)

If you want to follow along with this experiment with me on a daily basis, please follow my Instagram and TikTok accounts, I am much more active on there and will have little updates throughout the weeks that I am posting the videos.

Leave any comments down below or in my questions box, and we can chat!

As always thank you for being hear and reading my musings, all my love,

G xx

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Welcome to NEVER RPG! Please send in your url within 48 hours. Be sure to look over our checklist, this, & this. We hope you enjoy, or at least survive, your time on the island!

Welcome to the island, LANCE! You’ve been accepted as SAWYER with the faceclaim of Froy Gutierrez.

You had me sold the moment I read that Sawyer tries to see Pan as an eldritch being! And, honestly, that’s a pretty accurate comparison. I love your interpretation of Sawyer and the through-line of apprehension and cautious optimism in them that runs throughout your app! ‘The ocean mimics their voice, reminding them that they were not happy in the Other World- although wrong, here they had a family’. Also, I’m glad to report that your proposed connection with Cecco and the use of he/they pronouns for Sawyer have both been approved!

Welcome to the island, LEO! You’ve been accepted as NIN with the faceclaim of Piploy Kanyarat.

Leo over here bringing us bits of Thai folklore goodness! Having come from a more isolated and sheltered sort of environment, Nin has such a unique view of Neverland. ‘Amongst other mermaid communities, she was only vaguely aware that [legged folks] even existed, so she’s very wary of getting too close to anyone right now. Behaving a bit like a wild animal, she’ll find someone she’s interested by, inch closer, and the second they seem to notice her she’ll scuttle away’. I'm so excited to find out what sort of effect the island’s inhabitants will have on Nin!

Welcome to the island, MARNIE! You’ve been accepted as ECHO with the faceclaim of Madelyn Cline.

You have given Echo such depth and provided some seriously compelling and wonderfully genre-aligned motives behind the edge that makes her the only girl who can truly call herself a Lost Boy! 'the stakes for echo are higher than they are for most people, and she’s determined not to lose her place in peter’s pantheon of immortal lost boys’. I don’t want to spoil anything so I’ll leave it to you to reveal the details, but I am beyond ecstatic about your interpretation of Echo and I can’t wait to see her in action!

ADMIN NOTE: Okay, okay, okay. So today could have been an incredibly hard decision for me. Two absolutely AMAZING writers put in phenomenal ocs for the one remaining small folk spot! However, I am a rebel, you all know this, and so I’ve decided to accept both because I truly think our island needs the both of them!!

Welcome to the island, HARPER! You’ve been accepted as OAK with the faceclaim of Kit Harington.

You brought me not only Celtic symbolism but also Shakespeare and for that I thank you! Oak’s devotion to the island and his distinctive perspective of how it all works together is such a joy! ‘After all, there’s no point in keeping the Island going if the core of it, its sense of vivacity and mischief, is lost with it. Oak loves to make people smile. It tickles the part of him buried beneath ash. The fact that a grimace and a scream were so close to a smile and a laugh really just makes Oak’s job easier’. The island quite literally needs this energy!!

Welcome to the island, MADS! You’ve been accepted as TICK-TOCK with the faceclaim of Jenna Ortega.

You have this wonderful way of digging your nails into the classic Neverland mythos and reshaping it into something lovely, gothic, and shades darker than it was first presented and I adore that about you! ‘Tick-tock goes the clock but the clock is a croc, counting down your days one by one. the reaper will come knocking with a leathery hand, claws outstretched & canines gleaming. time is death, & death is hungry’. Tick-tock’s connection with the larger-than-life croc is everything I never knew I needed!!

* Your trusty admin, Vada Ray, has also decided to take on a third character: a merfolk oc named Anouk who’s bio will be posted shortly along with the other oc bios that were accepted today! 🖤

#nrpgaccepted

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jadekitty777 · 2 years

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Heartsick: Chapter 1

Me, several weeks ago: Okay so IronCharms week doesn’t start until the last week of August, I’ve got time

Me, today, five minutes before midnight: Let’s just double check the dates- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE 15TH?!

WELP I’m a little late on this but... surprise! I wrote a James/Qrow/Clover fic! I’ve been wanting to do this one for a loooong while, and a random spark of inspiration had me finally dedicating some serious time to it.

This story is completely and utterly dedicated to Pidgeon Postal (who I’d tag but, tumblr won’t let me). It is a loving sequel to their story Heartless - which if you haven’t read, go do so! It’s well, kind of required anyways, as this story won’t make much sense if you haven’t read it.

I’ve honestly wanted to write this sequel ever since I first read Heartless well over a year ago - and am glad for the opportunity to finally do so! So welcome... to another multi-chapter story that will be posted throughout the entire week! Bonus? This one is actually complete LOL

(And if you haven’t already, go give Pidgeon some love for all their fantastic stories!)

Day 1: Affection

Dedicated to: PidgeonPostal

Rating: T

Words: 1.4K

Summary: It's been five months since James recovered his true heart, Clover gained a metal one and Qrow's became more attuned to the woods than ever before. Five months since Tyrian's poison was eradicated from the soil. Five months... since Clover, Qrow and James agreed on a group partnership (and that was honestly the best part). Like the tree tops reaching for the sky, it seemed like there was nowhere for the three of them to go but up. So why, then, did Clover feel like he was being cut down at his roots? [Witch AU]

Ao3 Link: In Which Clover’s Day Begins

Mornings were a ritual. Like magic, but softer, touched warm by the morning light.

Clover was always awake first; a surprise, at first, as James had always been the earliest riser. But reintroduction to his heart and, perhaps, the calm that came from living in a stress-free environment had changed the old general’s habits in ways that he didn’t entirely dislike.

So up he was, tapping his hands along the enchanted pantry as he asked confidently for ingredients. One after the other the counter got lined with whatever concoction he’d decided upon for breakfast (a fact that even after five months still made Qrow jealous with the ease he’d do it). He knew he had the power to ask it for precisely what he wanted, ready-made and serviceable to eat, but he’d always had a thing for cooking from scratch.

It's the only way it can be made with love, he’d tease sometimes between dropped kisses on his lovers’ cheeks. Qrow groused over the grandstanding, but rarely hid smiles, while James was simple in politeness but vocally appreciative.

Clover enjoyed those moments enough to keep doing it. The only days he cheated were on mornings that he didn’t spring out of bed but drag himself out. Where nights of half-remembered nightmares kept him tossing and sweat-soaked. Things that twisted at him, like blood on his hands that never left no matter how much he cleaned; the bodies of Mantle’s lost haunting after him as much as James’ dull and lifeless eyes looking upon it without so much as a twitch did.

Those were bad days.

But today was a good one.

So, he got to work.

By the time James got up, the cranberry-orange muffins had almost finished baking and coffee was done brewing.

“Morning!” Clover greeted, already pouring him a cup. Black with two sugars, just like he liked.

James accepted it and the peck on the lips with a sleepy smile. “Good morning. You certainly are… perky.”

He snorted. That sounded more like something Qrow would say. “Aren’t I usually?”

Always, he wished he could say. Because that had been the norm. But despite all the luck in the world, his new, metallic heart came with side effects. Inconsistencies with his emotions that felt very much like a floating spell had been placed onto them, and the wielder was tossing him between highs and lows at random.

(Sometimes, he thought the nightmares were part of that change. But no, he’d dug that grave with his bare hands. It was only right he’d lie in it.)

“I just don’t know where you get the energy.” James replied, blowing along the top of the steaming mug. When he did, the branches of the trees imprinted along the face of it shivered, like they’d been touched by a breeze.

They spent the morning like that, Clover cooking as he chattered with James about nothing, really. Small talk about plans for the day or how the garden was coming along. It was so unlike before, when they and the other officials would be up before the sun, plotting strategy and the room would be tense with an under-currant of fear as they fought a war they were losing fast.

Different, in a good way that Clover embraced as hard as he could.

When breakfast was just about done, Clover tapped the head of the miniature blackbird perched on the edge of the cuckoo clock. It came alive, flying on wooden wings out of the kitchen and down the hall – and though neither of them could hear it when it sang, they certainly heard Qrow’s grumbling as he came trudging out of the bedroom only minutes later, the bird perched on his shoulder. It flew back to the clock while the lanky man sat down at his spot.

Clover made sure to have his coffee already waiting. A shot of cream turned the liquid to a sandy cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon left a speckling of golden-brown dusting the top. When Qrow rose it to drink, the snow blanketing over the picturesque little cottage town fell to the rim, turning the once winter-laden village into a bright summer’s day. The snowfall dropped back into place when he set the cup back down.

“Mornin’,” Qrow finally greeted, the natural gravel in his voice always a bit deeper after waking.

James took up the attention of their sleepy third while Clover plated the food. Toast lightly buttered, only his powdered with a bit of sugar. Sausages that still sizzled with a bit of extra pepper atop James’ and eggs made over easy for him and James but scrambled for Qrow. A muffin for each of them. The daffodils on the edges of each plate danced on their stems as he set them down.

Left only long enough to pour his own drink. He pulled down another mug from the cabinet, his favorite today. The minute he touched it, the stark white mug turned into a brilliant teal green, the color of his own magic reflecting back at him. Even when he let it go to grab the pot, the hue stayed; if he let it be for ten minutes, it would start to go through lighter and lighter iterations of green before it turned back to white. He filled the cup with what his lovers considered an egregious amount of cream and sugar and took his seat.

In the short span of time, Qrow had pushed his own chair closer to James, using the lack of distance as an excuse to snuggle against him. It was cute and filled Clover with a sense of affection.

But, like oil on water, it was sullied by a strange sense of envy and loneliness.

He blamed it on his dumb, fake heart and took a gulp of too-sweet coffee to drown it out.

Qrow huffed at the sight. Complained, with no heat behind it, “Thought I told you not to use that one.”

Clover winked. “You can punish me for it later.”

Qrow almost choked on his eggs.

Despite the teasing, he knew how important the bit of ceramic was. Had learned it well the first time he pulled it down and the other man almost had an aneurysm over it. Apparently, it had been a gift from an old friend Qrow’d lost two decades before. Though she was gone, the magic she’d constructed the mug with lived on. The last reminder he would ever have of her.

It was probably only because of Clover’s own magic, a touch of luck in most things he did, that Qrow even allowed him to use it at all.

After a moment, James pitched in, “I swear you’re insatiable.”

“For you two? Never.” Clover promised, spearing a sausage, mimicking a motion towards his lips that even had James a little flustered.

The morning passed much the same as any other.

Though it was weeks into autumn, the weather had remained unusually hot and humid. Clover didn’t favor it, used to the dry air of a frozen tundra that didn’t cling to him like the mugginess in the forest air did, sticking sweat to his skin like a second layer, unwanted and uncomfortable.

The long baths he took in the basement hot springs more than made up for it though.

He’d tried, without success, to pull James in with him, but the other thought it silly to do so when he would only dirty himself again once he went back to his garden. Qrow he may have won over, but the other mage probably was only just getting back from his journey he’d set out on after breakfast – some hurt he’d detected in the forest that needed mending. His attunement with the forest had been increased ever since he’d chased out Tyrian from the soil and roots.

Normally, Clover had the patience to wait for one of them; certainly, a bath was more fun that way. But today, the humidity was higher than normal. It probably meant a storm was coming soon. With the heaviness feeling particularly unpleasant to the point it was beginning to irritate, it didn’t take much mental prodding to get him down to the basement for a little dip and relaxation.

By the time he emerged a good hour later, he was feeling refreshed, a towel around his waist. He used another to toss his hair – it was getting long, he’d had to trim it soon – as he headed towards the kitchen, intent on scourging up a snack.

As he crept down the hall, something small and low to the ground passed by, its movements squeaking like rusted bolts with every step it took.

He gave it a glance as he passed it.

The dragon, constructed out of roller chains and other scrap metal in the likeness to the God of Light, looked back.

Clover’s mouth dropped open. “What the-?”

The dragon, small as it was, emitted a thundering roar.

Then it pounced.

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