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lyingindecay · 1 month

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Begging

[Thaddeus x Fem Bodied!Reader]

Summary: Thaddeus can't help but need you. (Alternatively 'just the tip, please') Word Count: 1k Warnings: MINROS DNI, 18+, vaginal fingering, sweet inexperienced Thaddeus, p in v, cream pie, finger sucking, porn with no plot whatsoever, fucking in the wasteland baybeeeee A/N: Writing this instead of sleeping, apologies for any mistakes! I was initially going to have a couple different characters with this specific scenario (just the tip), but this turned out... longer than in intended. SO, I may write separate ones for Norm, Max, and The Ghoul if there is interest! divider by cafekitsune

You are trying to stifle your moans as Thaddeus kisses your neck. He lies on top of you, one of his hands in your pants, the other one holding him above you ever so slightly. It’s comfortable, the amount of weight lying on you. It’s comforting.

“I’m scared,” You had said. Lying out in the middle of the wasteland wasn’t for the weak or faint of heart.

“How can I help?” Thaddeus was quick to ask you.

You paused, “Well, I used to have this thick blanket I used to lay under…” Your words were drawn out. Thaddeus didn’t get it. Not immediately. “Can you lay on top of me?” It was innocent. At first.

Now, you can’t keep your hands off of him. Thaddeus’ whole body is on fire, keeping you warm. His cheeks are ablaze, and he is certain you can feel his heart pounding into his chest. You’re lying on his jacket now, in hopes of keeping dirt from entering any places you really don’t want it to be.

“Please,” He is begging against the shell of your ear.

“What?” You sound confused. You are confused.

“I need it,” He whimpers, his hips bucking into yours as his fingers pump in and out of you. “I need to feel you.” Thaddeus is a mess.

Your eyes widen as soon as you realize what he means. “Here?” You cock a brow at him, your stomach turning as he accidentally brushes over your clit. You let out a soft moan and your eyes shut. When you open them back up, Thaddeus is staring at you. His big blue eyes pleading. You swallow hard.

“Just the tip,” He assures you.

You nod. The both of you struggle briefly, fumbling out of your clothes. You lay on his jacket and look up at him when the both of you are (mostly) naked. Your pants and underwear are gone, and so are his. Both of you still wear your shirts. Thaddeus’ hand wanders up your shirt, you ask if he wants you to remove it.

“You don’t have to.” He whispers, “Can I touch you, though?”

“Of course,” You smile. His hand reaches one of your breasts and he squeezes it. Your nipple rolling between his fingers. You bite back a moan. “I need you too.” You finally admit. “Want to feel you inside-”

Thaddeus seems to lose it when you say that. His hand grabs at your hip, and he angles himself at your entrance. “Can I?” He asks. He begs. You cannot tell him and his cute little face no. You nod, giving an enthusiastic ‘yes’. Thaddeus groans at how you say that. His hips buck forward slightly, and you gasp as he enters you.

The squire wants nothing more than to stay true to his word. Just the tip. But you are heavenly. You are divine. He wants- He needs more. And so do you.

“Thaddeus,” You whine, “I need you.”

“Need me to what?” It’s his turn to be confused.

“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, please.”

That’s all it takes. Thaddeus’ cock is deep inside of you as soon as the words leave your mouth. You cover your mouth to muffle a moan. Thaddeus does not care to muffle his. He is moaning and whimpering against your neck, his hips thrusting into you.

“I wanna hear you,” He whines. “Wanna know you feel good.” His teeth hit your skin and you uncover your mouth, letting out a high pitched mewl.

Thaddeus isn’t going to last long, you can feel it. He has no experience, you don’t expect him to really outlast you. As you expect, Thaddeus’ thrusts grow sloppier than before, he’s trying his best.

“I’m close-” He’s sounds like he’s going to cry. “Inside?” He asks.

You have about five seconds to decipher the question. You think about the mess pulling out is going to cause. So, you stupidly decide. “Inside!” You try to keep your voice down,but you’re sure your companions can hear you.

Thaddeus thrusts a couple more times and cums inside of you. He lets out a loud moan, your name rolling off of his tongue. He sits there a minute, lying on top of you, before it clicks.

“You didn’t- I don’t think you-” He’s struggling, he’s still inside of you.

“No, it’s okay-” You try to reassure him.

“No,” He shakes his head, “You need to cum too.” Thaddeus pushes himself up. His eyes hit yours. He looks determined. “Can I?” He asks again, his hand tracing down your stomach. You nod. His fingers dip into you and one of your hands drops down to your dripping cunt as well. You circle your clit and Thaddeus is watching you. Examining your movements. He removes his fingers from you briefly, swatting your hand away. You look at him with confusion. You find him staring down at your pussy, his thumb finding your clit now.

Your hips roll and you moan out for him to continue as his fingers pump in and out of you. “Just like that,” You reassure him again. “Keep- Keep going.” You bite the inside of your cheek.

Thaddeus is focused. His fingers are not steady, but he is trying. His determination is turning you on even more. A heat is building up and as his thumb hits your clit again, you let out a strangled whine. “Fuck,” You cry out. “I’m close! Thaddeus, please!”

He’s biting his tongue. He is honed in on you, only you. You come undone, cumming on his fingers. You are ruined, everything is ruined; especially his jacket.

He pulls his fingers from you and you reach for his hand. You guide his hand towards your mouth and palace his fingers on your tongue. You gently close your mouth and suck on his fingers. You taste his and your cum. You keep eye contact with him.

He blinks at you. “I think I’m hard again.” He whispers it.

“I can help you with that.” You smile. “If you want-”

“Please,” He is begging again. “Please, I wanna feel you again. I need to-”

You pull him into a kiss. If this is what him laying on top of you is going to lead to, you want him to do it all of the time.

#fallout thaddeus #fallout smut #fallout #fallout 2024 #thaddeus fallout #squire thaddeus #thaddeus smut #x reader #thaddeus x reader

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xx-1c1cl35-n-t34r5-xx · 1 month

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Thaddeus NSFW headcanons

tw: none I can think of tbh

Anywaysssss hii I've been on hiatus playing fallout 4 non stop :)

NGL I'm being lazy this time w these BC the eepy and tired are battling it out rn

Average dick size

Pretty pale with a soft pink tip

Leaks a good amount of precum

SO whiny omg

We know it's the brotherhood and we saw maximus that man has NO experience

He's so bbygirl omg

Vanilla low-key SORRYYYYY u can't change my mind

Love being ridden

He's a top but like a soft top yk

Also I feel like he wouldn't rlly sub on his own accord bc he's embarrassed and he feels like he should be in charge but if u asked rlly nicely he'd prolly say yes lmao

If he were to dom hed be so soft

Like you'd need to ask him to be more aggressive

CANNOT handle teasing I'm sorry

Cums a good amount, not much, not little

In the begining he is cumming fast btw sorryyyy

Teach him PLS poor bby has no clue on anything

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deaf-solitude · 29 days

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In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 1 (Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader)

Pairing: Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/Tags: Future graphic violence, injury and blood, no use of Y/N, placeholder knight name for the reader, mostly gender-neutral but reader is called “sir” at some points, the reader is called “my lord” a lot too, reader is also a bit of an asshole but dw they soften up

Summary: You’re a knight sworn to the Brotherhood of Steel, and you’ve just lost your asshole squire to a yao guai. Maybe it’s for the better, as you prefer to work alone anyway. Unfortunately, the Brotherhood thinks otherwise and quickly sends you a replacement. Turns out that the replacement is someone you never wished to meet again, but thankfully, he didn’t know it was you! Not yet, at least.

TDLR; What if Thaddeus was assigned to be your squire instead of Maximus’?

((A/N)) I have no defence for this. I’m so weak for pathetic men it's not even funny 😔 I’m planning on making this a 3 or 4 parter, so this parts a little on the shirt side for simplicity’s sake. Also I swear I’ve been trying to work on some Umbrella Academy stuff, but I got major writer's block for one of my requests that I was super excited to write. I’m hoping this little fallout tangent will kickstart my motivation. Anyway, enjoy my brain rot-induced fanfic bc there’s not enough appreciation for my boy Thaddeus lmao

You really wished you didn’t have to have a squire tagging along with you constantly. Okay, sure, you didn’t want to be carrying that overly-massive bag of shit yourself, but all they ever did was get in the way and die.

That’s how you found yourself in your current position, gripping your radio tightly between your metal-clad hands.

”No, I do not need another squire! Do not send one-“

”A replacement squire is currently on its way to you. Hold position.”

You groaned loudly as you released the call button, feeling inclined to rip the radio out of your suit and be done with the person on the other side of the transmission. You could do this all by yourself. There was no reason to waste yet another squire on a mission that could easily be completed by you and you alone.

Your last squire already had you walking a fine line between focusing on the mission and focusing on not smashing his head into a wall, though the yao guai he pissed off had beaten you to it. You looked back at the cave behind you, where your squire’s mauled body currently resided, deciding to move away from it in favour of getting yourself back on your intended path.

You didn’t stray too far from the general area, however, begrudgingly waiting for the Brotherhood transport to deliver your new squire. You leaned against a tree in wait, sighing heavily as you tilted your head back.

You were starting to regret ever joining this odd faction, though you supposed you didn’t have many other places to turn to as an abandoned child. Some knights had picked you up off the side of the road one day, where you were protecting an injured dog from a small band of rad roaches. You’d been caring for it for days, bringing it any food and water you could scavenge, and you weren’t going to give up on it so easily.

The makeshift spear you made with your small pocket knife tied around the end of a stick made them laugh, and they quickly shot the roaches before offering to take you back to the Brotherhood. They told you that you could help people just like you helped the dog. You, with your big heart and even bigger ambitions, agreed to go with them.

From that foggy interaction, you specifically remembered the look of the squires’ faces when you so readily agreed to tag along. They almost looked remorseful. You understood why now: the Brotherhood was not a very welcoming place to wannabe heroes. You understood that quickly.

…You never did see that dog again.

You weren’t sure how much time passed, maybe a half hour or so, before you could hear the familiar sound of an approaching vertibird. You sighed, pushing off of the tree and straightening up your stance. Here we fucking go.

You hardly had it in you to look up as your new squire rappelled down, the oversized bag he was carrying falling to the ground with a loud thump while he clumsily unhooked his harness.

He had already started talking before he even turned around, sending the rappel lines back up to the vertibird. “Oh, Knight Mire!” You barely registered the familiar voice before you saw his face, and it took everything in you not to scream or curse him out.

It was fucking Thaddeus.

He kept talking even as you froze in place, getting down on one knee and going on some spiel about how he was honoured to be in your charge, but it was drowned out by the ringing in your ears. You were going to strangle this man.

You and Thaddeus didn’t have the… best history. Arriving at the Brotherhood airbase around the same time some other kid—Maximus—did, you were both subject to his horrible bullying for a while. You were able to stand up to him after a while, giving Thaddeus a thorough beating for shoving you past your breaking point in your first few weeks there. You were pulled off of him by some officers and thoroughly scolded by Elder Quintus but returned to normal duties soon enough.

Thaddeus had enough of you after that, avoiding you at all costs as long as you weren’t near Maximus, who was now his group’s primary target. As nice as the younger kid was, he never had it in him to fight back against them. You decided to keep away from him regardless, not wanting to get caught up with those assholes again. Another infraction could’ve meant a much more severe punishment for you, and that was not something you were interested in.

“Uh, Knight Mire?” You were snapped out of your thoughts and looked down at Thaddeus, who was still kneeling and looking up at you with some expression of concern or anxiety. Did he not… recognize you? No, of course, he didn’t: he didn’t know your last name, and as far as he was aware, you were dead as soon as Quintus sent you off base years ago. Being sent off base almost always resulted in death.

Good. That was good.

”Rise, squire,” you commanded, your voice garbled by the voice modifier in your helmet. Thaddeus scrambled to his feet, his posture tense and his arms held closely to his sides. You inspected him a little longer, taking note of his skittish demeanour before brushing past him to resume travelling to your original destination.

“You’ll do,” you commented briefly as you passed him, hardly giving him a second glance to see if he was following.

Thaddeus was a bit taken aback by your words, pausing for a moment to mumble to himself: ”I’ll do…? Do for what?” He blinked and shook his head, rushing to fall in line behind you. He struggled to carry the pack that was nearly as big as he was, stumbling every couple of steps as he tried to balance himself.

”What do we have to do?” He questioned quickly, trying to keep pace with you. Great, still as talkative as he used to be. You could never forget his stupid rants, though they used to be more ill-intended, when he would muster up every possible insult and demeaning phrase he could to try and get you all upset. It worked against him, in the end.

You were tempted to pick up your pace and leave the fucker behind—there was no way he’d be able to keep up with you with that thing on his back—but you decided against it, lest the Brotherhood send you another squire.

”You just have to lug my shit around and try not to die,” you answered begrudgingly, “I will do everything else. That’s all you need to know.” You didn’t need another brainless squire getting in the way of your missions, so you hoped he’d take the hint and shut his mouth. But when did he ever?

”B-but the officers said you’d fill me in-”

You stopped suddenly, causing Thaddeus to run into you. You turned to glare at him the best you could from behind your helmet, but all Thaddeus could see was the intimidating blank stare of your metal face covering as you looked down at him.

“You will follow my command while we’re out in the Wasteland, or you will die. Is that clear?” You growled, taking a step towards Thaddeus while he took two steps back.

“Y-yes, my lord! I-I would never doubt you, m-my lord!” He responded enthusiastically, albeit nervously, eager to stay on your good side. That was going to get old fast. You turned back around to continue walking, slightly picking up your pace as Thaddeus hesitantly began following again.

”M-may I ask you something, though?”

You were unable to stop the sigh that came out of your mouth, the sound garbled and distorted coming out of your voice modifier. That made Thaddeus visibly shrink back, his mouth snapping shut at your disdain.

”Right, no! N-no time for talking. We-we have a mission to complete!” He exclaimed with a finger pointed in the air, unable to expel the shake in his voice from your previous order. Silence fell over the two of you for all of one minute before it was broken: “Do you think we’ll get in any fights out here?”

You were going to kill him, you were sure of it.

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falloutwithmegirlypop · 1 month

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Request rules

Hi, FWMGP here. I’ve loved the fallout series since its debut, and I think it’s time I put my skills to work. I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to write everyone requests, but I’ll sure try. No Smut (for now) but slight spice is all good. Ageless blogs please leave, 17+ only.

Characters

✨My faves✨

Show

Chet 💛💙

Lucy 🥺🥺💙💛

Maximus ⚔️🛡️

Thaddeus 🤴

Norm 👾📀

Game

Travis miles (Love him) 🥺❤️❤️

Nick Valentine 🤖🕵️❤️

Preston Garvey 🤠

Piper 📝

Benny Gecko 🔪🔪🔫

🖐️other characters🖐️

Cooper Howard

The ghoul

The raiders

The brotherhood of steel

Moldaver

Siggi witzig

Steph

Barb

Handy

Potentially other characters( put in request)

Readers

Only x readers, but poly including reader is ok.

Any kind of reader, please put preference in ask, specifics are ok. Don’t be afraid to ask. I write MxM FxF MxF etc, but I’m best at Female and male as-well as female and female.

Rules

No gross stuff

No incest

No generally upsetting kinks

No under age

Absolutely no bestiality

Dub con in certain places is ok, but no non-con.

Current requests

In progress:

Fallout Max x reader

Chet x reader getting married

Chet fluff headcannons

Ghoul!Thaddeus x reader

Done:

Norm x unenthusiastic reader

Chet x fem reader

Please ignore any grammar mistakes, I have shaky hands.

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kieranhawke · 1 month

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Fallout (TV 2024) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Reader/Thaddeus (Fallout TV) Characters: Thaddeus (Fallout TV), Reader, Gender Neutral Reader - Character Additional Tags: No use of y/n, Thaddeus is so annoying, but he grows on you, Kissing, First Time, Sex Positive, Hand Jobs, will as more tags as needed, Brotherhood of Steel (Fallout), Not Beta Read Summary:

You find a man unconscious in the Wastelands and now you’re stuck with him because he is supposedly a ‘man of honor’ and he ‘owes you a life debt.’ Whatever that means. All he looks like to you is just another ghoul that doesn’t seem to know how to shut the fuck up.

Reader is Gender Neutral. No gendered language is used towards Reader and no detailed descriptions of Reader's genitals.

No use of Y/N!

~With his hands on his hips and a wide smile on his face, he was too busy surveying his bounty to notice how your eyes softened in that moment. Suddenly, the annoyance you felt towards him dropped a few points. This was still going to be a test of your patience if he continued his incessant need to fill every stretch of silence with noise, but you were starting to see there was a bit more to this man than you previously believed.~

#fallout #fallout prime #aspirant thaddeus #fallout thaddeus #ghoul thaddeus #squire thaddeus #thaddeus fallout #reader x thaddeus #thaddeus x reader #no use of y/n #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #gn reader #x reader #reader x fallout #fallout x reader #boyfailure posting

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onyxscarab · 2 months

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#Thaddeus fallout #fallout series #fallout tv series #Thaddeus x reader #x reader #gn reader

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ixoxi13 · 6 days

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Not me writing a ThaddeusxNCR!Reader oneshot when I should be working on my main fic "Friends in High Places"....

#when will the government stop my sinful hand #thaddeus x reader #thaddeus fallout #squire thaddeus #fallout #fallout prime #fallout tv series #fallout 2024 #brotherhood of steel

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coldgardengentlemen · 14 days

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Okay new fic idea that literally came to me in a dream last night.

So either a Thaddeus or Norm x Amazonian wastelanders where they are running away from something and are saved by some tall Amazonian women who take one look at them and are like "this man is small and pathetic... and kinda cute" and takes them back to their tribe and gangbanged and death by snusnu and all that fun. The whole time Thaddeus/norm is like "mark me down as scared and horney".

Anyways I can't decide who to write it for, i am leaning more towards Thaddeus because thats who was in my dream but idk. I might do two but now that I've writing this I feel like maximus is also a solid option

#fallout smut #fallout #fanfic #norman maclean x reader #norm maclean x reader #norm maclean #norman maclean #fallout thaddeus #thaddeus fallout #maximus fallout #knight maximus #squire thaddeus #thaddeus x reader #amazonia #death by snu snu

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chaos-writings · 2 months

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not a Maximus or Thaddeus fucker myself but I think a good dicking down would help them both chill out

god yea you’re so right. Someone Lmk if you want me to write on this because i would honestly love to…

#fallout #fallout fanfic #fallout show #fallout smut #fallout x reader #fallout maximus #fallout thaddeus #fallout prime

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sycamorelibrary754 · 7 months

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 3: You're Still Worthy

Summary: Emotional conversations and difficult choices were on the table for everyone the moment Wanda stepped back into the Avengers compound for the first time after Westview. But just because Wanda is starting over doesn’t mean she has to do it alone.

Warnings: Trauma, angst, cursing.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This chapter has two distinct parts. The flashback of Wanda’s first moments back in the compound (italicized) and the present day, approximately one year after Westview.

Guardian Angel Masterlist

Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair. Stepping foot back in the Avengers compound for the first time after Westview was freed was but the latest in a series of painful and tragic chapters in Wanda Maximoff’s story.

Fury was seated in his spacious office, a glass of Pappy Van Winkle Bourbon in his hand. He had a stern expression on his face as he intently watched Wanda's movements on the numerous security monitors placed strategically around the compound. Every twist and turn she made was being closely monitored by Fury, who remained vigilant and alert throughout.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a soft knock on his door broke his concentration. He straightened up in his chair, alert and ready to face whatever was coming. The door creaked open slowly, and a faint light spilled into the dimly lit room, revealing the outline of a figure standing in the doorway.

“Director, Ms. Maximoff is here,” Maria announced.

“Maximoff, have a seat. Or do you prefer Scarlet Witch now?” Placing the glass down on his desk.

Maria glanced from Fury to Wanda before taking her place next to the Director's desk. Wanda sat down, trying her best to hide her nerves. The two of them sat in silence for a moment until Fury finally spoke up.

“You know, it’s crap like this that gives me trust issues,” leaning back in his chair reading the file on Westview.

“Really? I thought it was your sparkling personality that gave you trust issues,” the redhead whispered under her breath.

“Come on, don’t give me that shit. What the hell were you thinking? Throwing the file onto his desk. “3,892 people. 3,892 people manipulated, tortured, and held hostage so you could live out some television family fantasy!” he shouted. “Do you know what I went through to keep Westview classified? What I went through with SWORD to make sure you walked out of there alive and not thrown in the Raft?” His anger growing.

"It wasn't a fantasy!" she exclaimed, as her emotions finally surfaced.

“It was selfish!” Fury shouted.

Maria flinched at the sound of Fury's voice before the room fell silent again.

"Director, have you ever lost someone?" Wanda asked, her gaze fixed on his desk.

“I was a Colonel in the United States Army and a CIA Operative. I’ve lost more people than you can count, including my parents. You’re most certainly not the first person to experience grief.”

Wanda had a determined look on her face as she raised her head to speak. "I cannot help but feel sorry for the ordeal those people went through," she said with a heavy accent, her voice filled with emotion. "Their suffering will continue to trouble me for the rest of my life."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she continued, "When I finally realized the agony I was inflicting, I knew I had to put an end to it. It was a difficult decision, but I have no regrets about the life I lived with my husband and children. We had our struggles, but we also had many happy moments together."

As she spoke, it was clear that Wanda had gone through a lot in her life. Despite the pain and hardship, however, she remained resolute in her determination to do what was right and to find peace in her memories.

Fury exhaled heavily and asked, 'Where are your boys?'

The redhead immediately tensed up, her heart pounding against her rib cage.

“I need you to be completely honest with me, starting right now,” Fury said. “If you want to remain a member of this team and continue to be a productive member of society, it's important that I know everything. Please understand that no one will hurt them.”

In a moment of urgency, Wanda found herself making a quick decision. Despite her reservations, she hesitantly slipped into Fury's mind as his thoughts were too loud to ignore. She knew that this was the only way she could be certain of his intentions and confirm that he was telling the truth. When she emerged, she was certain that Fury was to be trusted. She responded with confidence, "Billy and Tommy are with Darcy Lewis."

Fury nodded. “Where is the Darkhold?”

“I destroyed it.”

“That’s not what the wizard thinks. Strange is sure you wouldn’t have survived the destruction of that type of dark magic.”

Wanda leaned forward in her chair and cleared her throat. "Given everything that's happened, Director, it would be unwise to bet against my abilities."

Fury finished his drink; the ice clinked at the bottom of his glass. "You are dismissed for now, but do not leave the premises," he said.

After leaving his office, Wanda rose to her feet without saying another word. Maria locked eyes with Fury before hurrying after the redhead out of the door. When they were out of earshot of the Director, Maria called out to Wanda, "Wanda, wait!" The redhead had a determined look on her face as she raised her head to speak. "I cannot help but feel sorry for the ordeal those people went through," she said with a heavy accent, her voice filled with emotion. "Their suffering will continue to trouble me for the rest of my life."

Wanda stopped moving and stood still with her back turned towards Maria.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Agent Hill empathized.

"Sorry doesn't undo what I did or what I've lost," she countered. "Every season of my life has led to a goodbye. My parents, Pietro, Vision. No matter what I've done to try and be better, to help others, to heal. It never ends," her voice cracked. "I don't know how the boys survived, but my heart can't take anymore.

Maria gently placed her warm hand on Wanda's shoulder, feeling the tension and pain in her friend's body. In response, Wanda turned around and fell into Maria's embrace, her facade of composure crumbling as she let out a sob. Maria held her tightly, offering a safe and comforting space for her friend to release her emotions. As Wanda continued to weep, Maria could feel her tears dampening her shirt, but she didn't mind. All that mattered was being there for her friend in need, offering support and solace during this difficult time.

*^~^*

Wanda found herself wandering aimlessly around the compound for the rest of the day. The cold and judgmental gazes of numerous SHIELD agents going about their daily routines bore into her like a hot iron, making her feel like she had committed a grave mistake. The compound was the same as she had left it, but everything felt different. The once-familiar surroundings now seemed foreign and unwelcoming.

Wanda was not ready to return to her room, as she was not emotionally prepared to remember her life before Westview. The memories of her past life seemed distant and unfamiliar to her now. She was unsure of what she would say if she ran into any of her former colleagues. The fear of their judgment and condemnation made her hesitant and unwilling to face them. Lost in her thoughts, Wanda continued to wander around the compound, hoping to find some solace or a moment of peace. But the echoes of her past mistakes and the fear of the future kept haunting her, making her feel helpless and alone.

As she walked aimlessly, lost in her thoughts, the striking redhead found herself standing outside the familiar building of the gym. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, both good and bad, of the time spent within its walls. She hesitated before peeking through the sliding doors, making sure no one was around before stepping inside. The gym had become a sanctuary for her, a place where she could channel her inner strength and work on honing her abilities. Countless hours were spent in this space, sweating, training, and pushing herself to the limits to discipline both her body and mind. However, all that hard work, all that dedication, was shattered. The unspeakable grief and loss that followed had left her shattered, both physically and emotionally. Yet here she was, standing once again in the same space, her heart heavy with memories and emotions that she had thought she had left behind.

“No matter how many times I tried to train you to fight without using your powers, you always resisted.”

Wanda's attention was immediately drawn to the distinct and familiar sound of a deep, slightly raspy voice that reverberated through the spacious gym. She turned her head and was captivated by the sight of Natasha Romanoff, who stood poised and confident on the other side of the room. Natasha's hair was elegantly styled in double braids, and her black workout attire clung to her fit and toned physique in all the right places, accentuating her curves and strength.

Wanda sighed, "Why fight with one hand tied behind my back?" She moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Because it makes you stronger," Nat replied, walking slowly towards her.

“I don’t feel very strong right now.”

“I beg to differ, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

Nat quietly observed Wanda's demeanor, noticing the subtle nuances of her body language. The woman standing in front of her seemed to be a mere shadow of her former self, weighed down by the immense burden of grief. It was evident that Wanda was still struggling to come to terms with all that had been lost in Sokovia, Wakanda, and most recently, in Westview. The pain and sorrow etched on her face spoke volumes of the emotional turmoil she was going through, and it was clear that she needed someone to talk to, someone who could understand her pain and help her find a way forward.

Natasha took another tack. “Get in the ring.”

“What?”

Natasha put down her water bottle and stepped between the ropes. "Get in the ring," she repeated.

“I’m in no condition to spar,” Wanda argued.

“Says the Scarlet Witch,” Nat smirked. “Now, come on.”

Wand let out a long, tired sigh and slowly took off her jacket. With a hint of nervousness in her movements, she cautiously stepped closer to the ring, her eyes fixed on the ground beneath her.

“No hand tied behind your back this time,” Nat said, securing her Widow Bites to her wrists.

Natasha took her fighting stance. Wanda mirrored her as wisps of red danced between her fingers. She took the first shot, summoning a wave of telekinetic force toward her opponent. With lightning-fast reflexes, Nat rolled out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding the destructive force. Sensing an opening, Natasha launched herself into an acrobatic assault. Her strikes were precise, knocking Wanda off balance. The split-second window allowed Nat to grip her arm and flip her over her shoulder.

With a flick of her wrist from her backside, Wanda unleashed a barrage of red energy crackling with otherworldly force. The sparring became an explosive dance as Nat deftly dodged and rolled through the chaos, narrowly escaping each attack. Seizing her only opportunity, she countered with a well-timed Widow's Bite. Grunting in pain, Wanda launched her backward into the ropes with one swift motion.

With a fierce determination, Natasha charged forward. Wanda used the last of her depleted stamina to summon a swirling vortex of red. As the intense aura surrounded her, she directed one final blast towards the Black Widow. Nat mustered every ounce of strength and somersaulted forward through the explosion, landing sprawled out on the mat.

Wanda collapsed to the ground, her knees hitting the mat with a thud. She was gasping for air, her body wracked with sobs. Natasha lay nearby, her chest heaving and her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. The widow slowly rolled over and crawled towards her, her movements slow and labored. She reached out and wrapped her arms around the redhead’s body, pulling her close. The two women held each other tightly, neither of them speaking. Wanda's sobs echoed through the room, the sound of her pain filling the air.

*^~^*

Secretary Ross glared intensely at the team gathered around the conference table, his virtual presence towering over his desk in a show of authority. With a tone that conveyed both anger and concern, he spoke up, "I'm genuinely curious. In what universe do you think I'm going to look the other way while you jeopardize the safety of everyone in existence?" His words hung heavily in the air, leaving no room for doubt that he meant every word.

“I don’t know, Mr. Secretary. Why don’t you pick one and we’ll find out,” Natasha remarked coldly. No love was lost between herself and Ross.

Maria gently placed her hand on Nat's arm, silently signaling for her to maintain decorum.

"If you had taken my warning about Wanda Maximoff seriously eight years ago, we wouldn't be facing the dangerous threats to all universes that she has unleashed. Her actions have proven time and again that she is a clear and present danger, and it's time we take action before it's too late." Ross urged.

"We don't judge people based on their past mistakes," Natasha declared.

"Perhaps you should," he said, his gaze fixed on the Black Widow.

Yelena stood up slowly from her chair, her voice laced with a hint of malice. "Maybe it's time the world knew about your worst mistakes, Thaddeus," she threatened, her eyes flashing with anger.

“And we’re sitting,” Kate said, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend and pulling her back down.

"Excuse me, Mr. Secretary, with all due respect, we are not seeking your permission in this matter. Our intention is to inform you of our decision as a courtesy. This meeting is solely for the purpose of sharing our plans with you and ensuring that you are kept in the loop about the steps we are taking,” Steve interjected.

“Tell me Captain Rogers, what is your intended course of action when the witch inevitably betrays your moral compass yet again?” Ross asked, rising from his virtual chair.

“We never abandon one of our own, Sir,” Steve said.

“To be honest with you, Mr. Secretary, the only one here who lacks a moral compass is yourself,” Maria hissed, swiping away his hologram in frustration.

A hard silence fell across the room.

“That went well,” Clint said, as he placed his head in his hands.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but he has a point,” Fury concurred, leaning up against the door frame.

"Are you still here? I thought you were off to sail the seven seas," Tony said sarcastically as he got up to pour himself a glass of scotch.

“Fury might be right,” Bruce interjected. Are we all forgetting how we met Wanda? Or would you like a replay of the nightmares she put in our heads?”

“No, I’m not,” Natasha said heatedly, turning toward Bruce. “And I’m sure as hell not forgetting who destroyed the Mind Stone when it meant losing the one she loved. Or who was a split second away from defeating Thanos single-handedly, had he not blitzed the shit out of his entire army.”

“Maximoff took an entire town hostage! She manipulated the realities of 3,892 people,” Fury argued.

“In a state of shell shock and overwhelming grief,” Maria countered. “You and I both know she would never hurt anyone intentionally or of her own accord.”

“Are you sure about that? Do you know where the Darkhold is today?” Fury yelled. “Because I can tell you right now, Strange sure as hell doesn’t believe it’s gone.”

“I think you’ve made your point,” Bucky interrupted sternly. His Vibranium hand on Fury’s shoulder.

“Buck…,” Sam cautioned.

Thor's booming voice cut through the tense and chaotic chatter, demanding attention from all present. "Wanda is still worthy!" he declared with the power of a god. "We shall leave no stone unturned in our quest to help her regain her belief in herself." The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a solemn reminder of the importance of lifting up those who have lost their way.

“That’s more like it,” Nat said.

“Let’s go,” Maria ordered.

*^~^*

Upon her return, Wanda made it clear that her priority was to provide a normal and safe environment for Billy and Tommy, free from the influence of her past mistakes or her sterile work environment. She was determined to create a loving and secure home for her boys. As a result of multiple meetings with Stark, Wanda decided to move out of the compound and into a home that was designed by Tony himself. And true to form, the billionaire created a spectacular home for her and her family.

The elegant craftsman-style house painted in a soft, creamy white hue exuded a warm and inviting aura, beckoning visitors to step inside. The stunning embellished concrete path, beautifully winding its way up to the charming wraparound brick porch and the wide entryway, added to the home's alluring charm. The interior was just as captivating, with each room meticulously furnished and decorated to perfection. Tommy and Billy couldn't contain their excitement as they were each given their own room to adorn and personalize to their heart's content. She encouraged the boys to let their imaginations run wild, and they eagerly reveled in the opportunity to showcase their unique interests and personalities.

A series of photographs adorn the walls, each capturing a distinct memory that the family held dear. As Wanda gazed upon them, she was immediately transported back to the bittersweet moments of their life in Westview - a life that was nothing more than a fabrication. Despite this painful truth, she remained steadfast in her desire to preserve a fragment of that existence for her sons, who knew no other place to call home. The memories, though tinged with sorrow, were a testament to the love and bond that the family shared, and Wanda was determined to keep that flame burning, no matter how difficult it was to revisit the past.

The family room is tastefully decorated with a large navy blue sectional couch, two elegant Paisley armchairs, and a beautiful Cherry coffee table that seems to beckon you to come and sit. The focal point of the room is a stunning painting by Wanda, hanging above the fireplace. The painting is a reflection of her creative soul and a way to channel her emotions and thoughts. The built-in bookshelves are a treasure trove of knowledge, holding a vast collection of books for all ages. The shelves are also adorned with a few carefully chosen plants, each in its own decorative pot, adding a touch of nature to the room. The cozy atmosphere of the family room is perfect for relaxing and spending time with loved ones.

As you step into the kitchen, a beautifully arched doorway frames the entrance, inviting you in. This is Wanda's favorite room in the house, and it's easy to see why. The spacious area is furnished with sleek granite countertops and a convenient center island, making it the perfect place for her sons to sit and share stories of their day at school. As you take a deep breath, the delightful scent of Paprikash or homemade pies fills the air, reminding every guest that Wanda's favorite way to show love is through her cooking.

Through the off-white French doors, one could step into a tranquil and inviting backyard that was meticulously cared for by Wanda. Her passion for gardening was evident in the way she had transformed the space into a lush oasis of greenery. The fragrant air was filled with the aroma of the citrus trees that she had lovingly transplanted, and the raised bed, bursting with a variety of colorful seedlings that had sprouted on the kitchen windowsill, was a testament to her dedication towards creating a verdant sanctuary for her family to relax and enjoy together.

*^~^*

"Boys, it's time for cake and presents!" Wanda shouted through the window.

"Coming, Mom!" Tommy shouted in response.

Wanda organized a cozy and warm birthday bash for Billy and Tommy, and had cordially invited the team and their families to join in on the celebration. It was the first time they were having a group gathering outside of work since Wanda's return to the team. While the adults chit-chatted and caught up with each other in the cozy family room, the youngsters were having a blast playing games in the backyard. Cooper, Lila, Morgan, and Nate were among the kids who were enjoying themselves with Billy and Tommy.

Let's go," Clint exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Bring on the cake!

“Relax, it’s not your birthday.” Yelena teased.

Steve and Bucky, with their arms full of colorful gift-wrapped presents, walked over to the elegantly set dining room table, while Wanda gracefully lit the candles on the birthday cake, which was decorated with blue and green icing. As soon as Wanda finished lighting the candles, the group of friends and family sang "Happy Birthday" in unison, and the twins, Billy and Tommy, eagerly blew out the candles.

After the birthday song ended, Billy and Tommy tore open their presents with excitement, while their mom looked on proudly. The team made sure to honor Wanda's request for no Stark-enhanced gifts. Tommy's gifts included a pair of stylish Nike sneakers, a shiny new scooter, a high-quality baseball glove, and a popular video game that he had been asking for for months. Billy, on the other hand, received a high-tech microscope that he could use to explore the world around him, a remote-controlled drone that could fly up to 100 feet in the air, and a brand new sketchbook with Prismacolor Premier colored pencils, so he could continue to develop his artistic skills.

"Okay, here's one more small gift, but let's not devour it all at once," Wanda cautioned as she placed the personalized candy bags from your shop in front of the boys.

“Candy!”

“Sweet!”

"You can each choose a couple of pieces, and we'll save the rest for later," their mom instructed as the boys rummaged through their bags.

Tommy whirled around the table and embraced his mother. "This is the best birthday ever, thanks, Mom!"

“Yeah Mom, this was awesome!” Billy followed.

"Mmmm, this is good," Tony said, returning from the kitchen where he had raided the bag of candy you made for Wanda.

“Excuse me, that’s not yours!” Wanda scolded.

“I don’t see your name on it.”

“Turn it around.”

“Well,” Tony paused. Calligraphy is a lost art,” tossing her the bag.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.”

*^-^*

Maria and Natasha had decided to stay back with Wanda to help her with the post-party cleanup. As they were putting things away, they noticed red wisps of magic floating gently around the room, lifting empty plates and glasses over to the sink. Wanda had always been careful about using her powers outside of missions, but it was hard to resist the temptation to make things a little easier for herself, especially when her house was full of messy superheroes who weren't particularly good at cleaning up after themselves. As she was putting away dishes, one of them unexpectedly slipped from her grasp and hit the floor, shattering into two pieces.

"Are you okay?" Maria asked as Natasha carefully picked up the broken plate.

“I’m fine, just a bit clumsy.”

“Like mother, like sons,” Natasha teased.

“Oh yeah,” Maria said with a grin. “Nat told me all about your little adventure. She said you were smitten.”

“I was not smitten!”

“You had a goofy grin on your face when you came back to the cafe,” Natasha said, scoffing.

“I was simply being a good Samaritan,” Wanda argued.

Natasha's lips curled into a playful smirk as she spoke, "Oh really? And who were you pretending to be when you purchased those bags of candy for the young lads from Y/N's shop?"

Wanda's eyes widened as she asked, "How did you find out? And more importantly, how do you know her name?"

“Wands, I'm a spy. If one of my friends leaves with a stranger and goes up to their apartment alone, you can bet I’m going to check them out.”

“Well, nothing happened. I got her some ice for her ankle and left, and I didn’t even know it was her shop,” Wanda dismissed. Besides,” Wanda whispered, peering over at her boys asleep on the couch. “Billy and Tommy are just starting to feel at home here. I would never do anything to put that in jeopardy… Not again,” fidgeting quietly with the wedding ring still holding tight to her finger. It had been a year, but she still hadn’t found the strength to take it off.

“We know you wouldn’t,” Maria reassured, placing her arm around her shoulder. “But you are still worthy of the chance to be happy again, honey.”

“Just because you’re starting over doesn’t mean you have to do it alone,” Natasha added. “Is that what Vis would have wanted?”

*Chapter 4 coming soon*

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lyingindecay · 1 month

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I really loved your Thaddeus fic lol :))

So I was wondering if you could write another with this prompt.

“i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

Gnaws at the bars of my enclosure.

Love

[Thaddeus x AFAB! Reader]

Summary: You get some lingerie from the dodgiest place, but it's okay because it's cute. You just have to show your boyfriend. Warnings: 18+ minors dni!, thigh riding, pet names, established relationship, first 'i love you's Word Count: 1.7k A/N: No pronouns used, but it is written wtih AFAB reader in mind. i love Thaddeus!!! this was supposed to be like 500 words since it's a prompt request, but this is a whole ass oneshot lmao i love writing thaddeus cause he's so failboy and sweet! hope you like this, thanks for the req!

You are sneaking through a mall when it catches your attention. Lace and shiny silk. The horrible lighting of the mall does not help at all, but it’s still alluring. You pause to stare at the articles of clothing.

The one you want is red, a sultry red. Some dust spots, but still very beautiful. You snatch it up from the broken display and shake it out. You can’t help but wonder where it came from. It doesn’t look worn, just dirty from the world around it.

You hold it up and notice it’s a pair of lace underwear. Your smile widens. You look back down and find the bra just a few feet away. You bend down to pick it up and hear a gun click behind you. You freeze.

“What are you doing in my store?”

You groan. “Um,” Your hands, still holding the underwear, go up, “just looking around.”

“Thief!” The woman behind you shouts. You slowly turn and shake your head. “Yes, you’re trying to take my product!”

“Ma’am,” You think being polite will help. “I was unaware this was your shop! These clothes… they were laid out. Look,” You stare back at the bra on the ground. “I will pay you however many caps you want. I need this set…”

Her brow cocks. She drops her gun slightly. “Okay. One hundred caps.”

You purse your lips. “Fifty.”

“Seventy-five.” She deadpans. “Take that or bullet in your fucking head.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.” You huff and grab your pouch of caps. “Take this.” You throw the bag at her. “You obviously need it more than me.” You mumble under your breath. She doesn’t question what you said. You grab the bra from the floor, stuffing that and the underwear into your bag, and turn back to the woman.

“Whoa!” She’s looking at the caps in what used to be your pouch, “I hope whoever you’re wearing that for fucks you nasty tonight. With this much, feel free to grab that green silk pair as well.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “Thanks?” Your face contorts, but you don’t question her. You grab the other pair.

“No, thank you!” She closes the pouch. “Now, get the fuck out of here.”

You do not hesitate to listen. You rush out of the mall and back towards your place. You only hope your boyfriend has not made it back to your home yet. One, because you need to surprise him with your new clothes, and two, because you did not want him to be anxious about you not being home.

You reach the settlement and someone, one of your neighbors, walks up to you. “Uh, hey,” his face drops, his eyes move towards the left of him, and his hand motions the same way. You follow his hand and see he’s pointing to your house. “Who the fuck is that man on your porch?”

Your eyes focus and you notice someone on your porch, facing the door. His forehead is against it, his arms are by his sides. Your palm hits your forehead, and you sigh.

“He says he knows you… But won’t elaborate.”

“Yeah,” You nod. “I know him. That’s my boyfriend. I’m gonna go check on him.” You smile at your thoughtful neighbor and walk past him. “Thaddeus?” You know it’s him, but it comes out as a question. He turns around, lighting up. His forehead is red from leaning on your door. “Baby, what are you doing?”

He freezes in his tracks when you say ‘baby’. His brain seems to short circuit. His eyes widen and he smiles. A goofy smile.

“Did you just-” Thaddeus blinks a couple times. “You called me baby.”

“Well,” You walk up the steps and reach Thaddeus, “you are my boyfriend, so that seems-” Thaddeus’ color drains from his face. It’s your turn to freeze. “You are my boyfriend, aren’t you?”

He can read your panic. “I am! I’m your boyfriend!” He grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. “I’m your boyfriend…” He seems to be reassuring himself. He pulls away and you give him a look of confusion.

“Um, Thaddeus, you alright, bud?” You cock a brow at him.

“Can you call me baby again?” He gives you a soft smile.

“Sweetheart,” You grab his shoulder, and your expression softens, “let’s go inside.” Thaddeus nods. You walk past him and open the door of your house. “I was out, uh, looking at some stuff.” You place your bag down and turn to Thaddeus. He nods, wanting you to continue. “I bought some… I bought a few pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?”

You watch Thaddeus shift awkwardly. “Lingerie?” He seems flabbergasted. You nod at him. “You want to model it for me? Like, put it on and show me- show me what it looks like on you?”

You let out a soft laugh. “Yes, silly.”

Thaddeus nods violently. “Okay! You wanna do it now?”

You nod and turn, walking towards your room. You wave for him to follow you and he does, happily. You motion towards your bed, “Sit down, please!” As soon as he does you walk back out of your room, “I’ll be right back. Close your eyes!”

You peek over your shoulder and see if he’s following orders. He is. He always is. You grab your bag and carry it to the bathroom with you. You strip down and grab out the red lace pair first. You put them on and stare at yourself in the mirror. You suck in air and smile.

“You coming out soon?” Thaddeus sounds excited and impatient.

You open the bathroom door and walk towards your room. You lean against the door frame and clear your throat. “You can open your eyes.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Not in the slightest. His eyes hit you, they’re going up and down your body. He doesn’t know where to settle. His hands rub up and down his thighs and he swallows hard. You bite the inside of your lip and raise your brows at him. “Do you like it?”

Thaddeus nods, unsure of what to say. “Can I-” He stops. “I want to touch you.”

“Oh,” You stand up straight and saunter towards Thaddeus. His legs spread slightly, and he gently pats his thigh. You sit down, straddling his thigh and you wrap your arms around his neck. “Y’know what’d be really hot?” You raise a brow at him. He hums, the only sound he can form as he stares at your chest. “Me getting off on your thigh.”

His eyes cut up from your breasts to your face. “Oh?” He is thinking about it. “That would be really hot.” You nod slowly in agreement, your heels planting on the wood floor. You grab a hold of Thaddeus’ shoulders to steady yourself and your boyfriend watches you. You begin to grind on his thigh, slow and steady.

Thaddeus’ hands move to your hips, and he holds you. His eyes watch you closely; how your tits bounce, how focused you look. You are absolutely divine, before him like a feast. And you are all his. You lean forward and begin to kiss him. Thaddeus doesn’t hesitate to kiss back. His hands grip your hips tighter as you roll into his thigh, and you moan.

Thaddeus’ tongue darts into your mouth. You continue to rock on his thigh as Thaddeus’ tongue explores your mouth. You let out a low whine and your nails dig into his shirt, scratching at his back. Thaddeus’ mouth moves from yours and to your jaw. He places sloppy kisses down your throat.

“Thaddeus-” You mewl. “Baby,” that catches his attention. He pulls away and looks at you. Your head is rolled back and your eyes are shut. “Help me out here. I’m so close!”

He pauses. His hands bare down on your hips as you grind into his thigh. Thaddeus raises his heel, resting on his tiptoes before bringing his foot back down. You let out a strangled noise and lean into him, your chest against his. “Again! Please, do that again!”

Thaddeus is obedient, and he does as he’s told. The friction from the fabric and his thigh has you slowly unraveling. A heat is building up and your body grows tense. You push yourself up on your tiptoes, getting a better angle on his thigh and place your forehead against Thaddeus’ shoulder. You let out a soft, pleasure filled cry.

“Thaddeus!” You moan into his shoulder. “Fuck!” Your grinding picks up the pace. Your orgasm hits hard and you are tense against Thaddeus. You’re groaning and moaning against him, your movements coming to a halt. You say the first thing that comes to mind as you come down from that euphoric high. “I love you.” You whisper into his neck as you place a kiss against it.

Thaddeus tenses up. “What did you say?”

You smile against his neck, “I love you.” You say it with more confidence.

“You do?” Thaddeus seems to short circuit again. You laugh and pull away from him looking in his eyes. You nod at him. He gives you a smile. “I love you too!”

You place your forehead to his and bite the inside of your lip. “Y’know, I spent an awful lot of caps on this lingerie, and I still have another pair to show you-”

“How much did you spend?” Thaddeus’ brows knit together.

Your face drops. “Uh, enough for the vendor to tell me she hopes whoever I’m wearing it for fucks me nasty…”

Thaddeus swallows hard. “I can do that- Give you your caps worth.” He shifts, obviously hard. He palms his pants and you smirk at him.

“There’s no doubt in my mind. Do you want me to show you the other pair? Or-”

You do not get to finish. Thaddeus shakes his head ‘no’. “You can show me later, I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I need you.” You laugh, and as soon as you give the ‘okay’ Thaddeus is on you. You’re flipped onto the bed and he’s above you. “I wanna show you how much I love you.”

You know you aren’t leaving the house for the rest of the day.

#fallout smut #fallout x reader #fallout thaddeus #thaddeus x reader #thaddeus smut #fallout #squire thaddeus #x reader #ask #anon #answered

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 1 year

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Not how it was supposed to happen | Bart Allen x reader

When Inertia notices Impulse hanging out with a certain hero, he decides to ruin Barts day.

a/n: this isn’t requested, but I will take requests for any of the young justice and dc sidekicks. This is my first work so be patient cause I’m bad at spelling lol.

warnings: angst, cursing. I low key really hate this tbh

You couldn’t believe yourself, you let deathstroke get away. You had him right there, but than you let down your guard and he overpowered you.

You tired typing up the report but you were hitting the keys so hard and you were getting frustrated with having to write out your failure.

“Hey Bart!” You called across the cave. He quickly sped over to you, standing by your side.

“Yes!” He said louder than he meant to. “Mhm- I mean yes?”

“I was wondering if you could write the report to Red Tornado tonight? I’m so tired I could faint.

A smile spread across his face “absolutely! Go rest, you did great today.”

“Thanks, but I really didn’t. I let him get away.” You sigh defeatedly.

“It’s not your fault, You were the only one to catch up to him and almost got him, he just slipped away. We’ll get him next time.” He smiled but as he saw your frown not going away he stopped. His words clearly weren’t working.

“yeah sure. See you later.” You said as you walked to the Zeta tube. Bart watched with a sad expression as you disappeared back to your city. He sighed and started on the report.

—

Thaddeus was so jealous of Bart.

How dare he get praise from the city of Central city. How dare he get to be the hero. How dare he get the girl.

Inertia decided enough was enough. No more happiness for Impulse.

Inertia had a simple plan. Follow you home, break through the window and knock you out, take you back to the lair. And Inertia succeeded with flying colors.

You were asleep, or knocked out really. Thaddeus stared at your face, as he remembered the first time he had saw you.

He was watching the young justice team, as he his mentor usually sent him to do, when he caught sight of you. He thought you were pretty of course and your ability to hold your own in a fight made you even more attractive. But when He caught sight of Barts blush as you spoke to him, as he basically vibrated with excitement as he talked to you, Inertia know he had to have you.

—

You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes. You were strapped by your wrists to a bed, surrounded by overkill high tech equipment. You glanced to your right to see Inertia standing over you with a shit eating grin.

“Well good morning gorgeous.” He said as he leaned down to plant a kiss to your forehead, you tried to lean away but was trapped by the ropes around your wrists and ankles. You felt so exposed, tied up with no weapon and your middle completely exposed, you had your suit on of course but nothing to protect yourself with. You felt useless. You tried to move your leg but was met with excruciating pain. You looked down to see your leg swollen and purple.

Way past broken.

“What do you want with me?” You bite back. Inertia lets out a laugh.

“Nothing with you, just with Impulse. To keep him away from you, it will drive him mad. He’d do anything to keep you safe.” He said as he sped over to a computer.

“ I mean anyone on the team would probably do the same thing. I would do that for them too.” You replied, really confused.

“Yes of course.” Inertia replied sarcastically. “You guys have that power of friendship shit.”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t intimidated by Inertia, but you were worried for what he had in store for Bart. Inertia went out of his way to make Barts world a living hell. All of the reverse flashes did, but Inertia seemed extra spiteful to the young speedster.

“No, Impulse has a certain fondness for you, why? I can’t even imagine, but he cares for you. He couldn’t have made it more obvious. He follows you around on the field like a lost puppy.” Inertia spits, as if Barts crush on you made him sick.

You can’t say that you didn’t notice Barts clear interest in you. He practically vibrates through the floor when he speaks to you. He blushes when ever you hug or pat him on the back after a mission. Cassie had even pointed it out a few times. Anita and Cissie have a bet going about when he’ll have the courage to confess his feelings.

You wouldn’t say you didn’t harbor a crush towards the future boy as well. You were just much better at hiding it. You found his goofiness endearing and his jokes never failed to make you laugh.

but the line of work you two choose makes dating complicated. When feelings are involved it can mess up the whole team on the field. This is a prime example.

“What are you going to do with him?” You asked as you struggle against your restraints. You click you wrists together three times, sending out a distress signal to the cave.

“I’m going to stop Impulse once and for all. Nothing is going to get I’m my way now.” He loaded up a weird looking gun with a large bullet. Tranquilizer gun.

shit

You knew the whole team would be on their way soon. You had faith in them. But the doubt in your mind clouded your thoughts. You must have looked scared because inertia turned and smiled wickedly at your struggling body.

“Oh you know this gun? Hmm well then you won’t mind me testing it out on you.” He smiled before shooting it right into your leg.

You yelped as it hit your thigh and and struggled as the effects kicked in. You wrestled with the restraints until you couldn’t any longer. You laid there, still. Useless.

“Oh and about that little distress signal you just sent out. You’re not slick, and we wanted you to do that. How else would we lower him here?” He smiled sadistically.

you watched him walk away not able to move to go after him. Not able to fight to help save your friends.

Tears filled your eyes as you slowly passed out.

—

Bart was running as fast as he could through the hallways, Cassie and Kon on his tail. He needed to save you. He should have known that Inertia would have caught on to his crush eventually. This was all his fault, If he had just kept the flirting on the field to a minimum you wouldn’t be here right now. Cassie was about ready to kill inertia, how dare he kidnap her best friend.

Bart ran through the last hallway beefier turning left. He ran up to inertia and grabbed his collar. “Where is she!” He yelled in the blondes face.

Inertia giggled a sinister little giggle before the sound of a gun clicking startled Bart. He looked down to see a tranquilizer bullet sticking out of his stomach. With all his strength he punch Inertia in the face as hard as he could and continue to scream in his face as he hit him, demanding him to give up your location.

—

Wonder girl found Impulse struggling to crawl towards a metal door, weakly pointing to it with and mumbling. He was drooling on the floor before he collapsed. She looked next to him to see Inertia unconscious, with a bloody swollen face.

With Impulses heightened metabolism, he should snap out of it any moment now. Jon took care of Inertia, sending him on his way to bele reve, while Cassie took the liberty of busting down the metal door and grabbing you.

Back at the cave, Bart was up running around while Red Tornado addressed the damage cause to you.

Bart couldn’t take the thought of you being alone with Thaddeus Thawne and what he could have done to you.

Res Tornado returned from out of your room, the whole team waiting outside.

“Is she ok?” Bart asks worried.

“Her leg is in critical condition, she will live.” His said in his monotone voice. “She needs rest but she wants to speak to everyone. I suggest only one person before she goes to sleep, the rest of you can catch up in the morning.”

red tornado walked away and back to his room. Bart looked around at the group. “Could I speak to her first? I just want to make sure she’s ok.” The group agreed even when Cassie was a little hesitant.

Bart walked into the room seeing you lying on the bed with your led wrapped up and elevated. You poke your head up at the noise and smiled at Bart.

“Thank God you’re ok!” Bart said as he sped to the side of your bed.

“I could say the same thing.” You said as he returns your smile.

“Look Y/N, I’m so sorry about Inertia. He’s cruel and mean and was trying to use you to get to me, I’msosorrythatilutyouinthatpostionsifanythinghadhappenedtoyouidontknowwhatiwoulddowithmyself.”

“Bart! Slow down I can’t understand you when you talk like that.” You laughed lightly.

“what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry.” He sighed.

“Bart you didn’t do this to me. Inertia did, you’re not responsible for him.” You said as you looked him in his golden eyes.

“but if I had just not made my crush so obvious he wouldn’t have-“ Bart stopped realizing what he had just said.

“Your crush on me?” You asked with a playful smirk, as Barts cheeks colored.

“well umm..yes I have a crush on you.” Bart said as he hid his face in his hands.

you laughed and pulled his hands away from his face, holding them in your own.

“I like you too Bart. And it’s not your fault.” You said looking him deep in the eyes.

“you do?” He asked hopeful.

“yes.” You replied. He leaned forward and kissed your hand.

“well than, I guess it’s time I ask you on an official date. Is Tacos ok?” He asked

“absolutely.” You giggled as your eyes grew heavy from the sheer weight of today.

“I’ll see you later then, good night Y/N.” He said as he kissed your forehead

“good night, my hero.” You said as he’s cheeks turned and even darker shade of red.

He rushed out of your room once he was sure you were asleep. He ran through the cave to the living room and tackled kon into a hug.

“I take it she said yes then?” Kim asks having heard the whole thing with his super hearing. Bart ran around the room vibrating through the walls as Anita handed a crisp $20 bill to a laughing Cissie.

#bart allen x you #bart allen x reader #bart allen #bart allen imagine #bart #barry allen #flash #impulse #impulse x reader #inertia #thad thawne #thaddeus thawne #wally west #cassie sandsmark #kon el

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In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 2 (Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader)

Pairing: Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Tags: Future graphic violence, injury and blood, branding, stitching, no use of Y/N, placeholder knight name for the reader, mostly gender-neutral but reader is called “sir” at some points, the reader is called “my lord” a lot too, reader is also a bit of an asshole but dw they soften up

TDLR; What if Thaddeus was assigned to be your squire instead of Maximus’?

((A/N)) I’m back!!! I’m having a lot of fun writing this, so this might turn out longer than I initially intended lol. Also I hope that I’m not too inconsistent with lore/game mechanics, I just started playing Fallout 4 last week and I haven’t gotten very far yet ToT. Anyway, enjoy!!

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Maybe you wouldn’t kill him. Not before something else did, at least.

You were still on the path of your mission, trying to gain a bit more ground before night fell. However, a pack of sleeping junkyard dogs currently stood between you and a viable camping spot underneath a rocky outcrop, and you were not in the mood to fend them off of both you and Thaddeus. You were both crouched down behind some nearly-dead bushes, trying to figure out how to get around them without waking them up.

God, this would’ve been so much easier without having to worry about the well-being of a squire. You’d rather not be two for two for dead squires in one day.

“What do we do?” Thaddeus whispered noisily, causing some of the dogs’ ears to twitch. You whipped your head around in a manner that meant ‘shut up’, but the pneumatics of your armour made more noise than you intended. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a few of the dogs quickly lift their heads, on high alert. You and Thaddeus stared at each other, frozen in place in hopes that the dogs just… wouldn’t see you behind the bare bushes.

That unfortunately did not happen, and the feral growling of the hounds spotting you quickly spurred you into action. You pushed Thaddeus further into the brush and stepped out into the clearing, drawing your gun and beginning to take shots at the pack of dogs. A couple dropped, but the rest were eager to get a bite in on you.

“My lord, w-wait!” Thaddeus yelped, stumbling back due to the weight of his pack and falling onto his ass. He struggled to get back up, to help you as a good squire should, but he was having trouble getting the strap of his bag off from where he lay on the ground. Good, that’s what you intended.

“Fuckin’ mutts,” you grumbled, hastily blocking a lunging dog and throwing it to the floor. That didn’t deter it in the slightest, recovering before it lunged for you again. It got a good grip on a protruding piece of your armour, and you spun around trying to hit it off. “Fuck! Motherfucker, get off!”

Thaddeus became more panicked as he heard you shouting, finally slipping out of the strap and aiming his gun at the dog latched onto you. “I’ve got you, my lord!” He yelled, before blindly firing off a shot in hopes he’d hit the dog. The bullet missed, ricocheting off of your armour and startling Thaddeus further as it whizzed by his head.

“Thaddeus!” You yelled in warning, trying to prevent him from getting in harm's way. You weren’t known for things going your way, though.

One of the dogs had split off from you when Thaddeus fired his gun, now set on getting a chunk out of the unprotected human. You saw the prowling animal before Thaddeus did, but in trying to get rid of the one on you, you were too slow to react in time.

Thaddeus screamed as the dog lunged for him, quickly turning his head away and firing blindly again in the direction of his attacker. Every shot missed, and the dog caught hold of Thaddeus’ arm, trying to drag him to the ground.

“Fuck! Knight Mire! Help me!” Thaddeus screamed in alarm, wincing as the dog’s teeth tore through his jacket sleeve and into the flesh of his arm. He cursed loudly again, trying to play tug of war with a feral dog and his arm.

You promptly threw the dog on you to the ground when you heard Thaddeus’ screams, landing a solid stomp on it before rushing to your squire. With the dog preoccupied and trying to maul him, it was easy to get close and restrain it. When it refused to let go of him, you hesitated only slightly before resorting to putting your hands on its head, pressing them together and effectively crushing the dog’s skull. Its body went limp, and Thaddeus was able to rip his arm out of its loosened jaws with a whimper.

You didn’t have any time to check in on him before another dog jumped on your back, trying to rip at the back of your neck.

“Son of a bitch!” You shouted, trying to reach back and grab the dog, but your armour limited your mobility and you were unable to reach it. Thaddeus floundered where he stood, gripping his bleeding arm while trying to decide if he should help you or not.

“Uhm, m-my lord! Would y-you like me to-“

“Don’t fucking move!” You shouted at him, finally getting a shot in on the dog as you blasted it with your arm jet. It yowled, toppling off of you and attempting to limp away from the major burns you’d just given it. You shot it before it had the chance to escape, god forbid if it came back to bite you in the ass. There were only a few left now, and with some well-aimed shots from your gun, they fell quickly too.

You and Thaddeus stood still for a moment, still processing what had just happened while trying to catch your breaths. You carefully holstered your weapon while you stared at the bodies lying around, taking a breath before turning around to assess Thaddeus.

With your helmet facing towards him, he jumped, almost trying to hide his torn arm behind him. “A-ah! Am-amazing job, my lord! You-you really showed those m-mutts!” He exclaimed, a strained smile strewn across his face. You huffed, brushing past him to carry the pack instead. “O-oh you don’t h-have to do that-“

“Come on,” you beckoned, cutting him off and moving toward the outcrop you fought for with the pack slung over your shoulder. God, this thing was heavy. Thaddeus hesitated before following behind, his forced smile dropping as an anxious frown replaced it.

You threw the pack down against a nearby rock, assessing the small area. There were a few stray rocks scattered in a shape that looked like a circle, so you figured you’d get a small fire going in the middle of them once you’d dealt with Thaddeus. Speaking of Thaddeus, when you turned back around to rummage through the pack, he was already digging through it.

“You good?” You questioned, your scrambled voice causing the man to jump again. He whipped around, still trying to hide his arm behind him with a feigned smile.

“Yep! Never been better! Don’t you worry about me,” he rambled, beads of sweat welling up on his temple while he gripped a roll of bandages in his hand. You sighed, crossing your arms.

“Let me see it,” you ordered, making Thaddeus frown in panic.

“N-no!”

You raised your brow, which he couldn’t see, but he still sputtered at your silence from his sudden outburst.

“I-I mean- I’m fine, my lord, really. I-it’s nothing I can’t handle!” He reassured you, getting more nervous by the minute. You were not taking that for an answer. You carefully but firmly placed your hands on his shoulders, turning him sharply so you could get a look at his arm. Thaddeus whimpered in embarrassment, casting his eyes away from you while you inspected the wound.

It didn’t look good, that’s for sure. The dog had gotten a good grip on his arm, and the bite marks were deep. He was at least lucky enough that the dog didn’t thrash, as his flesh didn’t look too torn. It was still bleeding pretty bad, and you were sure it would be infected come the morning if it wasn’t properly looked after.

If you remembered anything from your time at the airbase, you knew Thaddeus was absolutely horrible at first aid. He’d stick a shitty expired stimpack in it and call it a day, which wouldn’t stave away any infection if he left it uncovered. But if you wanted to make sure it healed correctly, you’d need to get out of your power armour and help him. You hesitated but quickly thought of a way to keep your face hidden as you stepped back from Thaddeus.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He questioned you as you backed up against the outcrop wall, giving yourself just enough room to be able to get out from behind it. You hit the release of your armour once you were in position, scrambling to remove your arms so that you could fish a handkerchief out of your breast pocket before Thaddeus got too curious.

Tying it quickly around the lower half of your face, you stepped down and out from behind the armour, walking back over to Thaddeus.

“Give me that,” you muttered, hoping he wouldn’t recognize your eyes or voice while you held your hand out for the roll of bandage.

He just… stared at you for a good couple of seconds, his brain lagging to process that you’d just gotten out of your power armour to tend to him. After a little while, you started to worry that your cover had been blown until he seemed to come back to life, stuttering like a fool.

“I-I- My lord! R-really, it’s-it’s alright, I-“

You snatched the roll from his hands as he stammered, effectively shutting him up as you pushed him down to sit on the rock behind him.

“Take your jacket off,” you commanded, tucking the roll under your arm while you went to retrieve a stimpack from the pack that was next to Thaddeus. He was practically shaking at this odd behaviour from you, not understanding why you were doing this, but he complied anyway. He shrugged the jacket off quickly, along with the red button-up shirt underneath, leaving him in a white tank top.

You turned back to Thaddeus with a water bottle, rag, and stimpack in hand, positioning yourself in front of him to look at his arm. He looked up at you with that pathetic face you knew all too well: the one he’d pull when he would get yelled at by whoever he pissed off at the airbase. Though, you weren’t quite sure why he was making it now. It had been a miracle, but so far, you hadn’t degraded him too much.

“This is gonna sting a bit,” you admitted while unscrewing the cap of the water bottle. Thaddeus seemed surprised again, uneasily grasping at his pant legs.

“You-you’re gonna use clean water for a measly little bite? I’ve lived through worse,” he laughed nervously, unable to hide the twitches of pain that occasionally crossed his face.

You raised a brow, pausing. ”Would you rather die of infection? Because you and I both know the cheap ass stimpacks they give us aren’t very good at sterilizing wounds.”

Thaddeus visibly faltered at your words, not expecting such an argument from you. You were right, of course—he could remember plenty of times when an aspirant would get extremely sick from an improperly treated wound, and in the worst cases, they would die—but it didn't make him feel any better about wasting supplies on him.

“B-but why should we waste the water? I-I’m… just a squire, it’s my fault I was bit anyway. I got in the way,” he mumbled, his eyes downcast and his posture hunched like he was trying to make himself disappear. You sighed, carefully grabbing his arm to inspect one last time.

“Well, it’s a good thing I get to decide what we waste supplies on,” you quipped, unable to stop yourself from smiling a little. It seemed to have reached your eyes, though, since Thaddeus looked up and gave you a small, but grateful smile back.

“I just… didn't expect a knight to care so much,” he disclosed, wringing his hands out. That made you stop for a moment.

You hadn’t realized how much you softened up in the past few hours since you were so hell-bent on hating him when he was first dropped off. Well, it was understandable that you’d wanted to hate him. He was a bully, as far as you remembered. But this man in front of you? You hardly recognized this obedient and meek facade he put on, but his ramblings and blind loyalty were still the same.

That was it, you realized: he was familiar. You didn't get much of that in the wasteland, save for some worn-down landmarks, so you’d covet it where you could. Even if you had once hated each other, it was better than nothing. Besides, maybe having an acquaintance out here wouldn’t be too bad. You would never admit it, but you kind of missed having someone to look after, even if he was supposed to be looking after you. You never did like accepting help, though, even when you so readily handed it out.

“I care about protecting people, even if the Brotherhood has more or less lost sight of that with their tech bullshit,” you offered, beginning to pour some water on the wound to wash away the partially dried blood. Thaddeus winced at the feeling, but he perked up at your comment.

“The Brotherhood does protect people, though. I mean, if we let everyone run around all willy-nilly with post-war technology all the time, there’d be no one left to protect after they all kill each other,” Thaddeus interjected nonchalantly, causing your expression to harden slightly.

He was wrong. With what you’ve seen at the airbase and out here in the field, the Brotherhood had completely lost its way. You had seen how your fellow knights gave no regard for anyone other than themselves, looting and killing where they deemed fit, pushing people around for their own benefit. You were unsure of what they had been like before your time, but now? It felt like you were part of a band of technologically scavenging warmongers.

You were one of the few who hadn’t bought into it, and Thaddeus was one of the many who did.

You bit your tongue while you focused on Thaddeus’ arm because God forbid you said something out of line and he reported it back to the officers. They’d have your head on a stick before dawn. You simply nodded, your brows furrowed as you inspected his now clean wound. The bleeding had slowed, but not stopped, and you could now see just how deep the dog had gotten.

“I’m gonna have to stitch some of this up,” you concluded, not missing the way Thaddeus started shaking as you switched out the bottle of water for the stimpack you’d retrieved earlier.

“Wh-what? Stitches? N-no. No, no, no, just the stimpack will be fine,” he squeaked, attempting to reel his arm back in. You held him in a firm grip, though, readying the stimpack in your other hand.

You gave him a frustrated glare. “It’ll heal faster if we stitch it.”

He shrunk back under your gaze, wanting to protest, but he knew that was a losing battle with you. You took his silence as compliance, and while he was looking away, you quickly jabbed his arm with the stimpack. He yelped, nearly jumping to his feet, but you expected that reaction and held him down.

“What the hell, man!” He squawked, his voice cracking from the pitch it was at. “Give a man a warning, Jesus!”

“I find it’s worse if you know it’s coming,” you shrugged, discarding the empty stimpack and digging in the pack again for some needle and thread. You could’ve sworn you heard Thaddeus whimper in fear while you were practically shoulder-deep in the big ass bag he brought with him. For someone who you thought would’ve seen much worse, he was very squeamish.

That proved stitching his wound to be difficult.

The process was arduous with Thaddeus twitching and shrieking every time you made a new stitch, and he needed quite a few of them. You were just about ready to take back everything you’d previously thought about, one complaint away from hitting him over the head and leaving him here.

“There, you big baby. We’re done,” you grumbled, cutting the extra thread with your pocket knife and quickly bandaging up his arm. He loudly sighed in relief, slumping over with exhaustion.

“Oh, thank God,” he whined, sounding like he was on the verge of tears, “that was horrible.” He snatched his arm back when you were finally done, running his fingers along the starchy fabric as if it would stop the stinging sensation below it

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, putting all of the supplies you had used back in the pack, and marched off to start a fire. Thaddeus watched you go, chewing on the inside of his cheek before rising to his feet to follow you.

The fire wasn’t hard to start up on your own—you’d done so hundreds of times before—but Thaddeus’ eyes burning into the back of your head had you on edge. A simple glare up at him had him scrambling, averting his gaze as he turned his body around altogether. It wasn’t long before you had a fire going, and had cooked some of the rations packed in Thaddeus’ bag.

The two of you sat down on opposite rocks with food in hand, the fire between you and illuminating your faces. Thaddeus fiddled with his utensil as silence fell over the two of you, seeming to mull something over in his mind before piping up: “Um… so… how long have you been working with the Brotherhood?”

You debated indulging in his questions as you carefully maneuvered a spoonful of corn under your makeshift mask and into your mouth. “Since I was a kid.” You relented, your voice quiet but firm. “Some knights picked me up off the side of the road when I was twelve or so,”

Thaddeus perked up at the new information. “Oh? I’ve-I’ve been with them for a long time, too, but I… don’t ever recall hearing about you. You… were stationed at the airbase, right?”

You paused, intently staring down at your rations. Should you tell him? The last thing you wanted was to spook him off, and you were not in the mood to warm up to another squire. Your gaze flickered back up to Thaddeus, who was staring at you with a tentative expression of fear that he’d yet again pushed his questions too far.

“I was. Maybe we just never crossed paths. I tended to keep to myself.” You shrugged, shovelling another spoonful of corn into your mouth. “I also didn't stick around for very long. I was maybe… sixteen when the Elder Cleric sent me off-base to train for knighthood.”

That part was mostly true, aside from the fact that you’d just blatantly lied about the two of you not knowing each other. Apparently, the Elder Cleric had seen “promise” in you after your altercation with Thaddeus, keeping a close eye on you until he decided you were cut out to be a knight a couple of years later.

“What? How come you didn’t get a ceremony? Or-or a send-off?” Thaddeus questioned, and now you were kicking yourself for saying anything.

“I did get a ceremony, it just wasn't public,” you grumbled, trying so hard to keep him off of your trail.

Thaddeus furrowed his brows. ”That’s weird.”

“You’re weird,” you fired back nonchalantly.

Thaddeus scrunched up his nose at your response before huffing out a laugh, shaking his head as he prodded at his food. “That makes two of us, then.”

It was your turn to snicker, the sound abrupt and quiet as you tried to hold it back the best you could. Thaddeus still heard it, though, and the giant grin on his face was enough to tell you that.

“I-I’m not weird.” You fumbled to recover, but you knew you weren’t wiping that smug smile off of Thaddeus’ face anytime soon.

“Suure,” Thaddeus hummed, finally taking his first bite of food, “That’s why you insisted on patching up my arm even though you could’ve just stuck a stimpak into it and called it a day.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Oh, God forbid I take care of someone’s wounds. I didn’t know that giving medical aid was illegal now,” you joked, pulling another giddy laugh from Thaddeus.

You settled into a comfortable silence this time, and that soft smile lingered on your face as you stared down at your rations. This felt… nice. It had been so long since the last time you opened up like this with anyone. The back-and-forth banter was something you missed about being friendly with people, especially when everyone you’d met since taking up the knight mantle either ran in terror or tried to attack you.

As if on cue, Thaddeus jolted as he remembered something. “Oh! You should brand me!” He exclaimed excitedly, causing you to immediately lose any peace you had just gained as you frowned behind your handkerchief.

“Oh, fuck no. Do you even know how bad it hurts?” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose at the suggestion. Your last squire had insisted on being branded, too. When you had finally relented and gone through with it, he screamed like a little girl and wouldn’t stop complaining about how much it hurt for at least three days afterwards.

Thaddeus put on his best pouty face at your denial. “Come on, it's tradition! To show my devotion to you!” He whined, and an odd feeling holed up in your chest from him saying he was devoted to you. “And I-I’m not officially your squire until you brand me!” Well, at least it was a better reason than your previous squire’s: he had just wanted to show it off to his friends the next time he was on base.

You pushed that worming feeling in your chest aside and glared at Thaddeus, but he didn’t shrink back this time. In fact, it almost encouraged him as he leaned forward with his hands linked together in a pleading gesture. “Please?”

You sighed heavily, unable to say no to his big blue puppy-dog eyes. You set your rations down and dragged your hands down your face before begrudgingly rising to your feet and trudging back over to your power armour. Thaddeus whooped obnoxiously behind you, putting a slight smile back on your face as you stepped into your armour. It whirred back to life as the back hatch closed, and you tested out the arms before walking back over to the fire.

Thaddeus watched intently as you stuck the tip of your hand guard into the hot flames, the metal ‘M’ and the area surrounding it heating up and turning a dangerous red. Once you started to feel the heat through your gauntlet, you pulled your hand back and turned to Thaddeus, who had immediately swivelled around so that you had access to his back.

Your hand wavered as you tried to recall the words of the declaration used for branding. You got it, mostly, and recited the words plainly: ”Thaddeus, it is your most sacred duty to protect the Brotherhood. After which, it is your most sacred duty to protect… me, Knight Mire.” You paused briefly while speaking, feeling like you were forgetting another sacred duty. After a moment of thinking, you still couldn’t recall what it could’ve been. Ah, forget it. If you couldn’t remember it, it was probably dumb anyway. You continued: “Do you accept?”

“Oh, yeah. You bet I do,” Thaddeus chuckled, showing no sign of discomfort or fear. You shrugged at this; maybe it would go better than you thought.

“Okay, hold still,” you concluded before pressing the back of your hot gauntlet to Thaddeus’ back. You jolted when he suddenly let out the most high-pitched scream you think you’d ever heard from him, but you made sure to keep your gauntlet still to prevent fucking up the brand. Shouts and groans spilled from Thaddeus’ lips as his skin continued to sizzle, but he miraculously kept still with deep breaths between each pained noise. You were almost worried he’d pass out from whatever pain he was feeling to have him react this strongly.

“Hold on, hold on, it’s almost done,” you quickly reassured, your stomach starting to flip at the sight and sound of this whole process. Branding was never something you particularly liked to witness. After another second or two, you pulled back your hand, causing Thaddeus to loudly sigh in relief as he fell forward onto his knees. He continued to heave and groan, shakily crawling over to one of the rocks and sitting up against it, careful not to aggravate his fresh brand. He laughed a bit, and when you could finally catch a glimpse of his face, he had the biggest grin stretched across it, which surprised you. It seemed like he… enjoyed it.

Thaddeus reached a hand back to hover over the brand, but he quickly reeled it back when he felt heat still radiating off of it. “Woo, still pretty hot,” he noted, his hand falling back into his lap. He glanced back over to you, his smile never faltering. “Thank you, Knight Mire.”

You were a bit perplexed at Thaddeus’ joyous mood, freezing you in place as you tried to process the fact that he was talking to you. Any squire you had branded previously—in a ceremony or otherwise—would either be still reeling in pain, giving you a death stare, or complaining about how much it hurt. “Um, you’re… welcome? I guess?” You answered hesitantly, stepping back to exit your armour again.

“Man, we need a duo name now!” Thaddeus exclaimed, and before you could protest the dumbest idea you’d heard in months, he had already started thinking aloud. “Thaddeus and Mire, the- umm,” Thaddeus put a shaky finger to his lips, attempting to conjure up a name for the two of you. You promptly rolled your eyes, sitting down and running the idea over in your head before you blurted out:

“Trademark. We’re trademarked.”

Thaddeus paused, looking at you with a puzzled expression before it clicked. “Oh my god, you’re right! TM! We’re the trademark boys, yeah!” He shouted happily, throwing his fists up in the air with a gleeful expression.

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you at his exclamation. It sounded much more ridiculous coming from him, especially with how excited he was about it.

“What, so we’re like… The Trademark Boys with a TM on top of it? The Trademark Boys trademarked?” You jested, deciding to entertain the incredibly ridiculous thought.

Thaddeus pointed a finger at you, glad that you were catching on. “Exactly!”

“That’s… that's so stupid,” you sighed with a small laugh, shaking your head and pinching the bridge of your nose again.

“No, it’s genius,” Thaddeus corrected with a smirk, shrugging his red button-up shirt back on while making sure it didn't drag against his brand.

You rolled your eyes at him, returning to your half finished rations in a more joyful mood than you think you'd ever been in.

“Whatever you say, Thaddeus.”

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 10 months

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Headcanons | Thaddeus, Andrew & Big James reacting to you being injured | Romantic

Thaddeus

It is common knowledge that Thaddeus is a man who wants to do things right as well as that he is very gentle and caring.

When you show up to camp with a snake bite on your ankle, he immediately suggests bringing you to Jesus.

However, when he realises Jesus isn’t around, he starts to panic a little.

To make sure nobody bothers you, he sends everyone away out of the most comfortable tent so that you can properly lay down until Jesus comes back.

It doesn’t take long for a fever to start so Thaddeus wastes no time and cools your forehead with a damp rag.

He says the softest and sweetest words to console you. Despite your writhing, he remains calm.

He tells you stories about his youth as a stonemason to distract you.

He doesn’t show it but he is panicking on the inside. The last thing he wants is for you to be worried about him.

This man loves you with his whole heart and this just proves it even more.

Once Jesus shows up and heals you, Thaddeus cries a little because he is so glad that you are still alive.

And you cry in turn because you’re so grateful to have him.

Andrew

The two of you are in Jerusalem one afternoon when you accidentally ingest something that is off and are immediately hit with a terrible vomiting spell as well as a high fever in the middle of the city.

Andrew goes full panic mode. He holds onto you and promises to bring you to Jesus as soon as he can.

Right away, he feels guilty for not paying enough attention to what you were eating, even though he couldn’t have known. He is convinced that your wellbeing is his responsibility.

When your face grows pale and your legs are too weak to carry you any further, his anxiety grows even more.

Andrew is more concerned about your health than you are.

He frantically starts asking strangers for help, but most of them turn away in disgust as they witness you puking into an empty bowl.

He is sobbing and grabbing onto people’s tunics at a certain point, begging them for their assistance or directions to the nearest physician.

At a certain point, he is so afraid to lose you that he sits down next to you and holds you, pressing his face against your shoulder and basically starts whispering his goodbyes and saying that he is sorry for not protecting you.

In spite of your weak and ill state, you tell him that you’ll be fine.

At that moment, Simon Peter and Nathanael pass by with their arms loaded full of supplies. They notice you and rush back to camp to fetch Jesus.

As soon as you are healed by Jesus, you turn to comfort Andrew instead, who mutters that he was so afraid to lose you. You tell him that you love him and that you’re not going anywhere.

Big James

Tough Guy™ who is only soft and gentle for his significant other trope.

While setting up camp, you accidentally tear yourself a gash on the palm of your hand owing to a rusty nail that you didn’t see on time.

Big James sees you right in time when you’re about to faint and catches you before you’re able to hit the ground.

He scoops you up without much effort and calls the others to get Jesus, but He isn’t present.

Trying to stay as calm as possible, he carries you to the nearest table and places you on top of it so he can look at your injury.

Your hand is bleeding terribly but he doesn’t care that you are getting it all into his tunic.

Barely breaking a sweat, he tries his best to clean it up and allows you to squeeze his shoulder to alleviate the pain as he wraps it up in a clean piece of cloth.

For the time being, it will do.

He gives you a kiss on your forehead and promises to keep you company until Jesus is here.

You thank him and hug him tightly, feeling safe in his arms while you wait for the Teacher to return to camp and heal you.

Even after Jesus heals you, James remains protective over you.

From that moment on, he doesn’t let you handle the rusty nails anymore.

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kieranhawke · 1 month

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Been fighting the mental illness tooth and nail today BUUUT I am finally making some real progress on the final chapter of Boy Failure!

#personal #real life been kickin my ass lately #really liking this accomplished feeling tho #only like 400 words so far #but thats better than the bare bones outline I've been sitting with for days #reader x thaddeus #thaddeus x reader #squire thaddeus #boyfailure posting

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𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔!

𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏♔

🌹 - 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 🧸 - 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 💔 - 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 🤒 - 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠/𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑦 💍 - 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ⚔️ - 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

───𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

➝ 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔𝑏 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑗𝑎ℎ 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 + 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 [𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦] 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠; 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚. 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ (𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑡𝑣 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤).

───𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑦.

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 25𝑡ℎ.

➝ 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.

➝ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒.

➝ 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑.

➝ 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑦! 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠.

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘.

➝ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

➝ 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤—𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠.

───𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

➝ 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐)

➝ 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑤

➝ 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

➝ 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 (𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟)

➝ 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 (𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐)

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑢𝑠

➝ 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐)

➝ 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑝

➝ 𝑁𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑒𝑙

➝ 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑍

➝ 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑠

➝ 𝐴𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀—𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒! 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐.

───𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

➝ 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

➝ 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

➝ 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦/𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑙/𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒

➝ 𝐼𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑦/𝐼𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

➝ 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

➝ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝐻𝑖𝑚, 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒/𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

───𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

➝ 18+ (𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊)

➝ 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ (𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡)

➝ 𝑆𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 (𝑑𝑜 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ��𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑠?)

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ/𝐻𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠. 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠 "𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔", 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 (𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒). 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐, 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.

➝ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀. 𝑂𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛.

───𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

➝ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎, 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠.

➝ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 "𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒" 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘. 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 (𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑).

➝ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥. 𝐴𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑.

➝ 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢—𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡.

───𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒—𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤, 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛.

➝ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑—𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘, 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒—𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑; 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜.

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