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CHIRON IN THE HOUSES ⚷
What your placement makes me think of
CHIRON IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Afraid of being seen as weak, people commenting on your appearance, hiding behind makeup, forcing a tough phacade, extreme competetiveness, surrounding yourself with tough people, comfortable in a small pond so that you can be the big fish, projecting your selfhate onto others, picking other peoples appearance apart, picking your own appearance apart, acting arrogant as a coping mechanism, analyzing, forcing confidence, body dysmorphia, being seen as a target, afraid to go places alone, having a unique feature people comment on.
CHIRON IN THE 2ND HOUSE: Poor kid in a rich kids school, growing up poor, growing up in a family with no money or the opposite growing up in a rich family where money is everything, childhood messed up your moral compass, low self worth, body image issues, not feeling at home in your own body, being used for money, born in the wrong body, growing up in a single parent household, possessive, afraid of loss, experiencing a lot of loss, greediness or completely rejecting the material, not taking care of yourself properly, afraid of change, afraid of never finding stability.
CHIRON IN THE 3RD HOUSE: Bullying during early school years, being compared to a sibling, having a lisp, stuttering, difficulty with expressing yourself, passive aggressive, asthma, communication issues, feeling unwelcomed in your neighbourhood, issues with cousins, speech therapy, having a twin, having a sibling you are expected to ”live up to”, feeling afraid to talk, strong need to be seen as intelligent, outsmarting people, feeling insecure about your social skills.
CHIRON IN THE 4TH HOUSE: Being the black sheep, suppressed childhood memories, feeling rejected by a family member, being the family scape goat, walking on eggshells at home, extremely intuitive, afraid of people being angry or irritated with you, a mother with bpd, a narcissistic mother, generational trauma, trying to heal your mother, a family of broken women, emotionally unavailable parents, constantly hearing parents fighting, having to pick sides between family members, feeling stuck at home, issues renting or buying a home, having to constantly move.
CHIRON IN THE 5TH HOUSE: Experiencing mom/dad shaming, shamed for having kids later in life, shamed for having kids too young, shamed for not wanting kids, teen dad/mom, strong need to be creative or rejecting your creativity, custody battle, having to co-parent with someone you dislike, baby trapped, growing up too fast, ashamed of having fun, afraid of expressing yourself, inability to just let got and have fun, insecure about your style or art, not getting along with your own child, using your pain as entertainment or art, feeling a need to constantly perform.
CHIRON IN THE 6TH HOUSE: Hard time with routines, door dash addict, inability to take care of yourself, obsession with routines, overworking or inability to find work,a job that drains you, a need to constantly be of service, constantly getting sick, your needs being ignored growing up, working with healing others, being overly criticized by a parent, workoutschedules, bad experiences with pets, dieting, hypochondriac, never feeling clean enough, growing up in dirty surroundings, among hoarders.
CHIRON IN THE 7TH HOUSE: Feeling like there is a wall between you and others, fear of rejection, early experiences with rejection, rejected by your first love, no social life, afraid of never finding ”the one”, early experiences with betrayal, people pleasing, ”you havent met anyone yet?”, getting into your first relationship later in life, attracted to wounded people, trying to save bad people, scared of being left for someone else, trying to be perfect, obeying to be liked, connections with others ending badly.
CHIRON IN THE 8TH HOUSE: Afraid of opening up, experiencing constant loss, afraid of loss of power, growing up around someone who asserted power over them, a wound surrounding sex and intimacy, being left out when it comes to inheritance, afraid of not being in control, people trying to control you, freaked out at the thought of ”doing it”, a bad or traumatizing first time, ”doing it” as a selfharm method to take back control after trauma, having to take money in the form of donations, external help, scholarships bc of your family being low income, ashamed of having to take money from others.
CHIRON IN THE 9TH HOUSE: No faith, painful memories from school, the only kid with your cultural background in the whole school, feeling no hope, being forced to convert to another religion, afraid of traveling, never been out of the country you were born in, changing schools, afraid to go to school, bullying in school, not feeling accepted by your inlaws, not feeling free, feeling stuck where you grew up, feeling like you have no roots, being mixed race and not feeling at home with any side.
CHIRON IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Being a part of a family with a bad reputation and therefore being born with a bad rep, being forced into a career, not getting the recognition you deserve for your work, scandals becoming public knowledge, people still talking about that thing you did years ago, being known for something painful, an absent father, not being able to live up to who your father wants you to be, seeking validation from the public, afraid of public humiliation, being slandered.
CHIRON IN THE 11TH HOUSE: Struggling to fit in, prefering to hang out one on one instead of a group, being left out or blamed by a group, toxic friendships, wanting to save the world, misunderstood, deep understanding of the unspoken undercurrentsin group settings, uncomfortable in a group setting, bullying on social media, being exposed online, lack of hope, feeling that nobody gets you, not belonging to any group, strong need to contribute to society, powerstruggles with a stepparent, evil stepmom or evil stepkid kinda energy.
CHIRON IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Absorbing other peoples energy, living in solitude, sleep disorders, the people you least expected turning out to be an enemy, feeling a need to please the collective unconscious, hypersensive to your surroundings, feelings loneliness no matter how many people are around, feeling like you belong in the underworld, repressed memories, zoning out, constantly sensing emotional undercurrents, pushing things under the rugs, medication, bad experiences with addicts, psychic attacks.
CHIRON ASPECTING INNER PLANETS:
SUN/CHIRON: A fragile ego, inflated ego, absent father, putting on a false persona, defensive, acting arrogant when you feel insecure, a dad who left, deep understanding of why people do what they do, not knowing how to express yourself, identity issues, having a healing energy, trying to help everyone.
MOON/CHIRON: Extreme sensitivity, hiding your sensitivity, trying to find parental love in a partner, being shamed for your sensitivity, betrayal from women in the family, emotional scars, seeing through anyone, a bitchy mother, surrounded by bitches, having triggers you cant explain, rejecting and suppressing your emotions, nurturing issues, ”with women comes pain”.
MERCURY/CHIRON: Healing or wounding people with your words, verbally undressing people so that they feel as naked as you, penetrating people to the core, therapist, harsh criticism, wordplay, saying the thing everyone thinks but doesnt say, constantly putting your foot in your mouth, peoples words cut you like knives, you cut back.
VENUS/CHIRON: Extreme fear of rejection, connecting women with pain, female rivalry, low self esteem, attracted to wounded people, plastic surgery, wanting to look perfect, people pleasing to be loved, feeling unworthy of love, ”the bar is in hell” being treated like shit and accepting it bc you love them, feeling ugly no matter how much people tell you youre beautiful, betrayal by women, brutal rejection from a love interest that affected your self esteem deeply.
MARS/CHIRON: Suppressing anger, turning the anger inward or overcompensating by being overly aggressive, surrounded by aggressive men, surrounded by toxic masculinity, feeling uncomfortable around men, afraid of anger, extreme anger from men, feeling like you are not ”man enough”, the dark side of being a man, shamed for your sexuality, rejecting your mascuiline side or acting overly masculine.
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The Royal Consort. Part 3
"Mr. Fenton! Will you be attending the Wayne Charity Gala with your husband?" A reporter demands, thrusting her mic into Danny's face.
"I-" He tries to say, but another reporter jumps in.
"Is it true Bruce Wayne is attempting to have his kids seduce your husband?"
"What?"
"Mr. Fenton, is it true that you could stop a war simply by batting your eyelashes?!"
"Hey, now that's uncalled for."
"What is the political climate in the wake of the disbanded Anti-Ecto Acts?"
Danny couldn't even tell where the questions were coming from. He tried to push through the crowd of new crews, but every step of the way, more and more people crowded him.
He should've stayed in the hotel room Mr. Wayne had rented for his family, but Danny had thought he could sneak out and explore Gotham.
After Dani had burst into the meeting room, in all her ghostly glory, the Justice League had allowed them a short recess so his parents could meet their "granddaughter."
He is still determining exactly what she told them, as he is too busy to dodge more of Batman's questions. He just hoped she could keep the ruse up in the face of his parents' smothering apologies.
His dad wrapped her up I'm his arms, sobbing the whole time while his mother was snapping pictures of Dani, crying about how much she had grown.
Thank the stars Jazz had pulled her "niece" to the side for a short conversation. When they came back, Dani had taken the princess role so well that she answered most of the Ghost Zone questions like the ambassador she was pretending to be.
Her age? Yeah, that was off cause the time zone difference in the Ghost Zone. She was only four years in human years but looked sixteen due to her half-blood and where she grew up.
The chances of war? No, her dad had appeased the war council after the United Nations called the USA on their bullshit.
Demands Phantom had? Respect the dead. Honor the rights of his people. Leave the natural portals alone, and if his subjects were causing issues call one of his to take care of it.
Did she not need an anchor? She's half-human, so she could pop between worlds at will, but only because the Ghost King allowed it.
Where had she been before Phantom took the throne? Danny was not in a stage of life to raise a child- he had only been fifteen!- so Phantom raised her in his lair. Yes, she came to visit Danny.
Did she practically say she was a child of separated parents? Yes. Did she regret it? Only when rumors about Phantom wanting to replace Danny sprung, and she had people trying to get her to introduce them to his "father."
How strong was she? Step into the ring, Wonder Woman; let's test it. (They did spar, and surprisingly, she gave Wonder Woman a run for her money, but in the end, the more experienced fighter won. The Amazonian offered to train her)
By the end of it, Danny and Dani left with stacks of possible legislation about peace among their people. They both promised to get it to Phantom.
Just as they left, Batman informed them that Bruce Wayne had invited them to the Gala. He also offered them asylum in Gotham by housing them in his family manor until the media died.
Danny had almost accepted, but Jazz had stepped in with sharp eyes and a cold smile. "Please tell Mr. Wayne we are honored by the offer, but we would prefer our own space."
Batman grunted. "Would a penthouse be predered?"
"Yes, thank you."
He loved Jazz.
His mom had whispered in Danny's ear as they were teleporting- the Justice League had teleporting technology!?- back to Earth. "Do you think the rumors about Bruce Wayne being Batman's lover are true?"
Danny had yet to pay much mind to Wes Weston's theories, but honestly, the way Batman was able just to promise things on Mr. Wayne's behalf.....well, if the Box Ghost and Lunch Lady could happen, why not a billionaire and a crime-fighting
Danny, Jazz, and Dani had been hiding in the pen house for about three days. His parents had returned home to secure their lab after the fifth time curious meddlesome reporters had tripped their house security.
Danny will admit he went stir-crazy, so using his powers, he turned invisible and went out when his sisters had been watching a show. He had made it for about five hours when someone saw him buying a coffee and tweeted his location.
His sightseeing had been cut short by the crowds of people that swarmed him.
"Mr. Fenton, what do you say about parents criticizing how early you married?"
Danny was pushed up against the wall by the crowd, wishing he could just turn ghost and drop this whole thing. He felt a burning sensation in the back of his eyes, and for one horrifying moment, he thought they were going to record him bursting into tears when a man broke through the crowd.
"That is far enough!" The man placed himself in front of Danny, shielding the eighteen-year-old. His British accent made the sharpness of his words even more scorching. "You all know that a press conference will be in a few days and that surrounding a royal could be an act of war! Get back!"
Danny had a moment of relief until someone snatched his arm. He flinches away, going for a punch, but it gets caught by the person tugging him through the crowd.
Danny could only blink at the smiling face of Dick Grayson until the man helped him into a car. The British man quickly came back, jumping into the driver's seat and speeding off as the crowd of reporters tried to get one last photo.
Danny's breaths were coming in short, fast puffs. He wasn't very sure what was going on. He couldn't think. There were so many flashes. So many voices. So many people-!.
A hand pushed his head between his knees, rubbing his back. "It's okay. You're okay. "
Danny gasped, tears finally falling as he tried to explain why he had done something stupid. "I-i just wanted to see- the landmarks- I didn't mean- I- I."
"Shhh. I know. It's okay. You're okay."
After a while, Danny was able to sit up. His saviors had asked him to name five things he saw, four things he could hear, three things he could listen to, and one thing he could taste to calm down, but it worked. Only then did he realize there were more people in the fancy car with them.
A boy his age sat on his right, having been the one to push his head down. It took only a second to recognize him: Tim Drake, teenage CEO and one of the most attractive men he had ever seen.
A blond teenage girl who also seemed their age sat in the passenger seat, though she twisted around to give him a warm smile. She was also very gorgeous.
Not to mention Dick Grayson, who had a warm hand on his back. Adonis must have returned as the first adopted son of Bruce Wayne because, goddam, that man was fine.
Even the British man was handsome for someone his grandfather's age.
Had he died (again) and gone to heaven?
"Here," Drake placed a cold water bottle in his palm, offering the gobsmacked Danny a small smile. "Drink. It'll help."
"Ugh...I.. thank you for rescuing me," He managed to gasp out.
"Don't mention it. We all know the hell of the paparazzi. Glad you alright. " the girl said. "I'm Stephanie Brown, but you can call me Steph. The guy to your right is Tim Drake, the one on your left is Dick Grayson, and this fine man driving us is Alfred Pennyworth."
"I'm Danny Fenton." He says, taking a swing. The cold water went down his throat and grounded him.
"We know. You've made quite the wave with your marriage." Grayson said though not unkindly. "We'll have to take you to our manor to switch cars; otherwise, they'll just wait for us at the hotel."
Danny thought it over before whispering, "Can I message my sister? She must be worried-"
A portal rips open in front of him. The other humans all let out cries of alarm but not as loudly as Danny when Phantom's head pokes out of it.
He has a moment to wonder how in the world that was possible until the ghost waves at him using one of Clockwork's necklaces. Oh, it's him from the future. Okay. That's happening.
"Darling! I felt you in distress! What happened?! Shall I punish everyone in Gotham? " Phantom questions in a tone Danny had never been aware he could make. It's smooth. It's all-knowing. It's seductive.
What the fuck is going on?
"There is no need for any form of punishment. Not to worry, your highness." Drake quickly jumps in. "We would never allow anything to happen to your husband. I will personally keep Mr. Fenton away from any danger. "
Danny watched in slight horror as his future ghost self gave the other man a long look before smirking. "I appreciate the offer, and you are certainly my type with that black hair and blue eyes, but I am fine with only one husband. Danny will decide to add you to the marriage if he would like to have more partners."
Drake blinks wide started eyes. "I- I beg your pardon?"
"I have a protection and ice core. Proclaiming to keep my romantic partner safe is the same as asking for my hand in marriage due to the customs of protective spirits. Were you not aware?"
"I wasn't!" Danny interrupts loudly. " I was very unaware that meant marriage proposals!"
Phantom gives him a cheeky smile, and suddenly Danny understands why all his Rouges had wanted to beat his face so often. He can be rather annoying.
"No one will be above you, darling. You are the embodiment of beauty, and I would never desire another. However, the royal family is allowed concubines. You may take human ones if you wish to. I wouldn't want to ruin any of your fun."
"Who told you to say this!?" Danny demands, forgetting himself for a moment. Or the watchful eyes of the Waynes swinging between them with prompt attention.
"Why just the royal advisor!" Phantom laughs, his white hair bouncing as he tilts his head.
Jazz. She was responsible for this. How could he have thought she was sane?
"I don't want a concubine!" Danny yells, face burning. He's never been more mortified in his life, including walking down. For breakfast in Superman boxers, only to find Superman at the bottom of the stairs.
What a terrible day that was to run out of clean pants.
Phantom smiles. "I love you too, darling. I shall see you soon. I do not wish to strain your body anymore."
He thrusts his head back into the glowing green portal, and with a soft pop, he's gone. The car is utterly silent until Grayson whispers.
"Does this mean Tim just got married through fae laws?"
Danny whips his head at him. "No! It does not!"
Drake lets out a small breath of relief. "Oh, thank God. Not that you aren't hot, Mr. Fenton, but I'm not ready for marriage."
Danny wonders if he can reach the door handle to throw himself out of a speeding car. He knows somewhere in the future. He is laughing his ass off at current him.
"Dude, none taken. Could you clarify how I ended up here? I just wanted to jump across Gotham roofs, and suddenly, I can marriage trap people."
Danny wishes he could kick his own ass- not counting Dan- as Steph breaks into uncontrolled laughter.
"Oh, Danny, you're going to fit in well!" She says between wheezing.
Grayson raises his hand, face glued to his phone. "Bruce just sent in the family group chat that none of us are allowed near Phantom."
"Why?" Danny asks.
Grayson shrugs. "We're all his type, and Bruce's heart can't handle that."
"Fair enough"
(Part 1) (Part 2)
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#the royal consort#Part 3#Danny time traveled just keep up the ruse#Jazz figured out Batman was suspecting something so she sent him back to give Phantom a Brucie Wayne cover#Bruce is having a heart attack#Once again Alfred is Real MVP
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What’s up with MC? (Platonic yandere Hazbin Hotel immortal au)
So I've really wanted to write some stuff about reader and their life. I hope this helps you guys understand them a little bit more. This doesn't have much to do with Hazbin Hotel, but hopefully you still enjoy.
Trigger Warning for: Very bad/neglectful parenting, disassociation, talks of regretting a child, bullying, please tell me if I need to include anything else.
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You were born a very small and loud baby. You cried and cried, even after your mother took you into her arms and laid you down on her chest. Even when your father took you for a few seconds so he could hand you to the nurse. And even when she rolled you down the hallways of the hospital to get your test done. It wasn't until you cried yourself asleep that it was finally quiet.
Life wasn't always so bad, back when your dad was around and your mom wasn't a drunk. Your father worked at a family pharmacy, had good hours and was home before dinner. Your mother stayed at home taking care of you. She would make you lunch, play games with you, and would even rent movies from the library to watch with you. In your childlike eyes, life was perfect.
Things weren't perfect though. In reality, your mother got pregnant young, forcing her to marry your father when she was 20. In her young, 20 year old mind, she thought she loved your father and he thought he loved her. So getting married seemed like the next step when she realized she was pregnant. And she loved you, she loved your smooth skin, she loved giving you baths, and dressing you up. But she didn't like the crying, and the sick days, and the clinginess. She hated having to be the one to deal with all those things while your father was at work. And when he was at home, he wasn't a help either. He was distant, they never talked or loved each other like they did when they were teens.
Your mother started drinking when you were three. It started off with wine at dinner, then at lunch and dinner, then at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Eventually, she started picking you up from Pre K drunk, the other moms could smell it on her. One mom told an admin who told the principal who told your mom that another parent would need to pick you up. You could faintly remember the fight your mom had in the parking lot and then with your father at the dining room table. Whenever your mom got like that, you imagined that you weren't yourself, instead you were a character in one of the books your mom used to read to you. It helped.
As your mom got worse, your father slowly stopped showing up. He said he had more work, his boss was getting older so he had to pick up the slack. When he was home, he was distant and cold. He never wanted to play with you, he treated you less like his child and more like an associate. As you got older you knew it was because he didn't want this life, he didn't like his 9 to 5, and he didn't like coming home to a drunk wife and a child he never desired to have. And when he stopped showing up, a part of you, even though you barely knew him, was relieved. It meant less fights, less loud yelling, and less time spent inside your own head.
You were a quiet kid all throughout school. You never were good at making friends, but it wasn't something that bothered you. With your dad gone, money got tight, and when you were seven, your mom started working at your local supermarket. It wasn't great, but it was better than having no money. That's also when she started smoking. You stopping kissing her goodnight because she smelt like cigarets. You felt bad, but she didn't seem to care.
When you were eight, you were trying to climb a tree in your backyard when you fell, breaking both of your legs in the process. You laid there until the bright blue sky became black, eventually falling asleep and having the strangest dream. Your mother didn't find you until the next morning, your cries being drown out by the beers and t.v. She took you the hospital where you were apparently fine.
When you were ten your father called the house. It was a Saturday meaning your mom would sleep in, and when you picked up the phone, you heard a voice you didn't know. It was old, manly, and angry. He was shouting something about money and credit cards, and when you hung up, he called again, and again, and again, until eventually your mother woke up. They argued for hours and when they were finished, your mother told you not to answer the phone again, so you didn't.
When you got to middle school you experienced bullying for the first time. A girl in your 3rd period made fun of your clothes, which your mother found at the thrift store. You never realized that you wore the same clothes every day until then, and so when you got home you learned how to use the washing machine. From that day on you did the laundry in your house, and when your mother suggest you make dinner, you did that too. It eventually became a routine, you'd go to school, your mom went to work, you'd get home and clean the house, do laundry, and make dinner, all while you mom watched t.v. It never bothered you, because if you didn't do it, who would.
The bullying didn't stop, even into high school. You were the poor kid with a drunk mom and an absentee father, you were the prime subject for bullying. It was never anything big, the occasional teasing and mocking, especially on days when your mother would pick you up. It was embarrassing, to have her yell at you from her old, beat up truck. Or when she'd smoke in the school parking lot. Or when she rant to you about work and get mad when you interjected. You got better as you got older ignoring it, ignore her, ignoring the way she made you feel.
When kids would talk about your dad, you'd make up a different person in your head since you never remembered who he was. You imagined him as a prince, handsome and knightly. You imagined dancing with him, him kissing you on the forehead before you went to sleep, and him telling you he loved you. You guessed that was the great thing about having a deadbeat dad, he can just kinda be whoever you wanted, even if it wasn't real.
When you were 15, you were working on a project after school when your mom forgot to pick you up. You were forced to walk home from school, alone, in the cold, when a car swerved your way and you fell unconscious. You were having the craziest dream until you woke up, in your bed, your mom asleep in the living room, game shows playing loudly on the t.v.
You stopped relying on your mother for anything after that. You stopped expecting her to help you, stopped expecting her to pick you up from school, or to even pay your bills. You got a job and started contributing what you could so you could keep the lights on. You knew it wasn't right, that this isn't how a parent should act. But she was still your mom, she still loved you, right? If not, then what was all this for.
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A/n: I think I made readers life too tragic, sorry. Parts of this were based on my own experiences growing up but nothing this bad, so feel free to tell you what you think.
#yandere x reader#soft yandere#platonic yandere#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#platonic yandere hazbin hotel#yandere hazbin hotel#platonic yandere helluva boss#yandere helluva boss#helluva boss x reader
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Dpxdc idea in which Superman meets Dani while she’s out traveling and she helps him out with whatever threat of the day he’s dealing with. This is sometime after the Justice League formed and way before Superman learns about Conner.
Dani does pretty well but then get smacked out of her ghost form and into her human form, so Superman is left to deal with the threat. After the threat is taken care of, Superman’s like “you have a lot of potential young one, thank you for your assistance” or something. And Dani says “thanks I take after the guy I got cloned from.”
Superman - “Your a clone? Who cloned you?”
Dani - “an evil ghost named Plasmius cloned me after a superhero ghost named Phantom because he wanted him to be his son. As you can see he’s not very good at the whole cloning thing.”
“I can call the Justice League? If you want?”
“Nah I’m good, Phantom and sometimes the Fentons are able to beat him up.”
“…Okay can you explain a bit more please?”
Somehow Dani manages to convince Superman that the Fentons are in fact not evil mad scientists, that Plasmius is just a regular weird ghost that just so happens to look like a vampire(Dani wanted to convince him that he was actually a vampire but that didn’t work), and somehow managed to convince him that she was cloned from both Danny Fenton and Phantom since Plasmius wanted a way with Danny’s mom to marry him or something.
Superman offers her again for League help, but she declines saying, “Your pretty strong, you can help by yourself. Speaking of help, I actually need some of that right now.”
Superman - “What do you need help with?”
Dani - “I need clothes and food and probably enough money to rent a motel room for a night.”
Anyways that’s how Superman adopts Dani. Dani still travels around but now she makes frequent pit stops to Metropolis and the Daily Planet. It’s not long until the League finds out about her and whenever asked about herself, Dani just gives them non-answers and disappears before appearing again to prank them. Superman says that she’s practically his daughter and Dani just nods and that’s all they have to go off on. Dani told Superman to not spill about her past unless it was absolutely necessary.
Dani once introduced Superman to Danny when Dani started destabilizing again-and Superman was going to Amity Park as Clark Kent to interview the Red Huntress since by then Amity Park is a bit more well know with the whole Pariah Dark thing or something-and Danny was fangirling the whole time since Dani straight up told him that Clark was Superman. Phantom was also fangirling but it was because Superman was a hero and definitely not because he was an alien since Danny and Phantom are definitely two different people.
Dani sometimes calls Clark while he’s at work and now everyone at the Daily Planet knows he’s got a kid now. They are very supportive.
Now, Superman knows about clones and has a more positive outlook on them as simply people who can mold themselves into what they want to be, not whatever their creator created them for. And then he meets Conner.
That’s right, this whole prompt was just a ploy for good dad!Superman for Conner! And now Superman has a reputation for adopting clones. But nobody knew that Dani was a clone(except Batman probably) until Conner arrived. So now the League are asking about that. Sucks to suck for Superman since the League are like “wtf why did you not tell us this?” And Superman’s like, “Dani told me not to tell you guys because she was scared :(“. That works, somehow. Now Conner also has a chaotic older sister who cares about him dearly. Not to mention Team Phantom who also support him to hell and back. Happy times all around.
#danny phantom#dani phantom#dp x dc#dani fenton#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#danny phantom crossover#revenant rambles
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Dedication
Summer:Hay mom? I need singing advice?
Weiss:*eyes widened* Y-Yes? Please speak my child.
Summer:Stop getting so excited about this.
Weiss:You never ask these days! I can’t help it.
Summer:I feel like I’m going through the motions. It’s a bit of a slog. Even when I sing I feel like I could be doing…better? It’s not like I’ve been or tour or making singles recently. Maybe I’m rusty? I don’t know! It’s all just…
Weiss:Maybe take a vacation? I’ll pay. Atlas isn’t the best place for inspiration.
Summer:I think that won’t help. I will be in a rut in another location. You took a break from music before, then came back to immediately top the charts a few years later. How’d you do it?
Weiss:Oh. You mean you were like three? Man that was an experience. You wanna know my secret?
Summer:Yes!
Weiss:Rent.
Summer:…The Musical?
Weiss:No! Haha, literal rent was due soon.
Summer:You sung your heart out to pay a bill? Why not take a mission?
Weiss:Because high paying ones are dangerous and I love my kids.
Summer:….
Weiss:When you and your brother were born I made a personal vow that no matter what you would want for nothing. Be it my time, food, or a toy, I was going to do it. Money was tight and even though I have wonderful family and friends to help, I never wanted to be a burden or let my darling children feel instability. So I grabbed Jaune’s guitar, got in contact with an old studio friend, and I stepped back into the spotlight.
Summer:Even though you don’t like it.
Weiss:I may not care for it, but I’ll always care about the ones I love. Plus I don’t hate singing itself. I had a lot of new ideas after having twins. I can’t say for sure if I’ve properly honored my vow these days considering…everything that’s happened. Still, there’s nothing I won’t ever do for you and your brother. So yeah, rent was due it was going to be paid in full and have my husband spend less time as a huntsman and more as a kickass dad with cooking skills.
Summer:….*hugs Weiss slowly*
Weiss:Oh?
Summer:You’re really cool. That vow has been kept ten times over.
Weiss:….Hmm *hugs back* Thank you. I think you’re pretty cool too. Now if only you wanted to share a stage….
Summer:Mother….
Weiss:Hehehe, We’ll put a pin in that conversation.
Summer:…I’ll think about it. *smiles*
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Posting this on behalf of a friend, tl;dr: "Family after 8 months of living on the streets is seeking the funds to settle down & establish long term funds (such as getting work). Money is going towards the first two months of rent, temp housing (a campsite), basic survival such as food for when we move in & things like medical bills & car repairs for the truck that is serving as their home."
Please reblog this if you can, any amount helps!
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Ashen Wolves + Jeritza Modern AU HCs
Ashen Wolves in my fic (read it, it's funny) I couldn't fit everything in putting it all here
Yuri
Works at the bar Abyss (which has a secret BDSM dungeon in the basement)
Lives in a punk house with the others and unfortunately (but unsurprisingly) the only one responsible enough to pay rent
Everything else is a gamble. Will they have electricity this month? Water? Eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“Hey wanna go out? I know a place” (takes them to the health food dumpster that tosses out perfectly good packaged food)
“Am I scared of twink death? Please.”
SWer out of necessity, sends most of the money he makes back to his disabled mom
(TW human trafficking mention) Yuri's father met his mother, a young poor vietnamese women. He promise he'd take care of her give her a better life in UK. Yeah right. Due to everything, she's extremely traumatized and unable to work.
Because of his and his mother's trauma, extremely protective of the most vulnerable in his community(women, children, immigrants, pwMI)
Balthus
New Jersey represent 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅
Italian-American. Always correcting everyone on how to actually pronounce Italian words
Got into a tinyyyy minor disagreement with the mob and, in short, he owes them like gazillion dollars
Half-ass faked his death (so much party city fake blood) and is hiding out in Europe
He wears a fake mustache and puts on a fake Italian accent whenever he's in public
Sells drugs to the Garreg Mach kids.
“Balthus get a job.” “I have a business” “Isn’t that why you had to leave the States?”
The only one not to have a room. He sleeps on the couch (he had an air mattress. Had.)
Constance
In the late 1800s/early 1900s, her ancestor founded Nuvelle Inc., a pharmaceutical and biotechnology corporation
Her great-grandfather publically sided with the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War since he was in support of Basque Independence. Later assassinated by the fascist government in retaliation
Later, Constance's grandfather got backstabbed by his board and fired from the company
Her family was in denial about the whole thing and desperate to keep up with the appearance of wealth and continue to spend a lot of money. By the time Constance was born, they was in loads of debt
(tw suicide mention) Lost her mother in an accident. Then her father committed suicide, leaving Constance an orphan by 13.
Used the little inheritance she had to go to Garreg Mach and pretend everything was ok. Would lie anytime someone asked about her home life. Was forced to drop out at 16 because she ran out of money. To embarrassed to ask for help, she lied to everyone and told them she was going to study in the states
Yuri found her sleeping on a bench and took her in. Offered to buy her a ticket home until she finally admitted she lost everything and has no home to go back to
Dumpster drives at Garreg Mach for designer clothes. Ridiculous how much these rich kids (Hilda) toss out
Hapi
Romani :)
Ran away from home when she was a teenager to “see the world.” Unfortunately, got taken in by some questionable people
Cordelia found her and just felt so bad for her :( “oh no, a poor brown girl in need of help.” Offered to take her in and promised to help her get back home
Bullshit.
Finally able to run away and flee the country. She meets Balthus and Yuri because they were dumpster diving at the same spot.
She and Constance have this thing of getting naked and howling at the full moon each month
Emile Jeritza
Born into a religious cult in good old USA 🇺🇸 His father was the cult leader and had multiple wives.
His mother had a child from a previous relationship. Despite having numerous half-siblings, Emile was only close to Mercedes. She was the only one who didn’t scold him for crying and having “feminine” feelings after all
One day, his mother and beloved sister disappear. He never even got to say goodbye..
unbeknownst to him, when his mother and sister left they were fleeing for their lives. His mother immediately started to fight for custody of him but she was not an American citizen (while Emile and dad were) and she was trying to take him back to Europe
When Emile found out about what his father did, he…
On the run from the FBI :)
The wolves know about his history but fuck his dad, mofo had it coming.
Yuri was standing behind Jeritza at the store when he saw Jeritza didn’t have enough money for food and cat food. He told the cash register to put the sandwich back. Yuri bought him the sandwich.
#fe3h#fe3houses#ashen wolves#three hopes#three houses#fe16#fire emblem#fire emblem three houses#yuri leclerc#constance von nuvelle#balthus von albrecht#hapi fire emblem#hapi fe3h#usaigi speaks#fire emblem fanfiction#fire emblem headcanons
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Please help my family
I'm a young autistic and queer mom and my family has been severely struggling for a long time. My boyfriend, the father of our two toddlers, has stage 3 stomach cancer and together we also take care of his disabled mother who has Alzheimer's, diabetes, and a multitude of other conditions.
I'm unable to work rn because my boyfriend works extremely long and varying hours and I have to be here to care for our kids and his mother and we can't afford childcare at all. My boyfriend regularly pulls overtime but we're severely struggling to keep up with our bills and his and his mother's medications.
His mother just started using her last pen of insulin today and it only lasts about a week. Medicare used to cover it but in January they changed things and now we have to pay $75 per box and that is the cheapest possible way we can get it, we have already looked into GoodRX and everything else.
We just paid our rent and most of our bills for this month and we barely have enough money to feed our kids and his mother. We can't afford her insulin and she will die without it.
Please can anyone help us? We desperately need to buy her insulin as soon as possible and we also really need help being able to afford food for the rest of the month.
Anything you can send helps and reblogs are extremely appreciated
P*ypal: [email protected]
V*nmo: jayep7
C*$happ: jayep7
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Trash of the count's family has been living rent free in my head for the past month so here have me LOSING MY MIND OVER HIM <3
Warning this is quite long and has swears and only starts at around chapter 300
See if you can guess what was happening ;)
Tcf rants
Chap 355 ERUHABEN PROTECTING CALE AND RAON I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
352 why do I have no money? JSOWPWHEJEN PEPEFUCK YOUFUCKYOUFYUCKYOUm
And omg eruhaben picked him up LIKE A WET CAT WJWIOWQP
Like some point of record introduction is where the video call unbutton happens way before 350 why did I have to find calberu so late
OMG krs life is so sad " you were meant to die" 394
424 He and I are happy as well gahhhhhh cale crying stop QnQ
When you try to pay attention to the villains monologue but the voices in your head won't shut up 446
464 piggyback super funny bro gets carried like a haystack
485 self doubt is a bitch
BUT CALE RESOLVES IT THE VERY NEXT CHAPTER OMFG THAT WAS SO UGHHHHH <33333
THE BAIT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER AHHHH THERE'S NO SERVICE HERE
BRO that one chapter pls just LET HIM Cook
OMG "Please. Hyung-nim. I trust my smart hyung-nim.’
What in the goofy fuck is this arc (naru von ellejan)
543 was kinda cute dkwhy
582 The FEELS OMG LSH AND CALE HUG WJSIWPWPQLLQ
595 cale? Sparring? Training his physical body?? Impossible
601 BDAY CHAPTER YAYAAYy ALSO CALE HON NO STOP HURTING
602 ."God. You must have seen me die today." Holy fucking shit my dudes
"Cale had started at some point to caress Alberu’s mane whenever he had the time." kuxiydsljxkysiysitzjgzkyxou pls and thank you
Ws needs to STOP
605 ‘Even though he tells us to live, why?! Why?! Why does he push himself overboard each and every time?!’ WHY IS HE SO TRAGIC also choi han almost screaming cale instead of roksoo
"Choi Jung Soo looked as if he was about to cry as he responded to the weak voice." ubc am shakibg
Taerang is so funny omg
609 RAON IS JUST LIKE HIS DAD
612 ALBERU GOT A GUN
Let me see what you have
A gun
NO
613 "brightly as young Cale used to smile." awwwww
622 HIM SMILING BRIGHTLY OMGOMGOMG
623 "The Henituse household’s number one priority during that battle was-
‘To make sure that Cale survives.’" :OOOOOOOOO
The misunderstandings lmfaooo
626 ON AND HONG PART OF THE MOLAN HOUSEHOLD
LMFAO FREDO CALLING CALE SON AND THEN BASEN LILY AND VIOLAN LOSING IT
628 did not know duke deruth was chill like that
Poor guy cale bruh new member to caleism
644 Excuse me noble sacrifice???? Bitch you better not
646 INSTANTTTT
HE BETTER BE FINE "called the beginning and the end of everything." ISTG CALE IF YOU DIE
"Raon swore in the exact same manner as Cale before heading toward the terrace." RAON IS SO CUTE
652 RECONNECTION???? YOOOOO
655 THEY MEET AAGIN
656 STOP THIS HURTS ME BUT OMG OG CALE NOW KRS IS SO SJWOPWW
OMG why are they so wholesome to each other???
His mom bro omfg I am tearing
669 damn he's cold. But ig it's war bruh you gotta cold through the mess
670 just stab yourself they said. It'll be easy they said. BRO WHAKANDA REQUIREMENT IS THAT
671 AHH ANCIENT POWERS CALLING CALE " our kid"
The absolute disregard “Man, you talk to me so disrespectfully.”
680 THAT IS INSANE NO FUCKING WAY BRO
681 BRO DID HE JUST BITCHSLAP WS HE IS SO COOL THAT WAS EPIC
684 'cales in danger'? YOU FOOLS HE IS THE DANGER
And alberu spinning the gun??? How did he get so cool with it
685 MF JUST SOLOED THE WS THROUGH SHEER BLUFF HE IS SO OP
686 THIS PLACE ABOUTA BLOWW
687?? '“I finally think that my life is a bit precious.” CALE NO
He had an extremely useful worker BAHAHAHA
689 rasheel is so real
683 UPGRDAES PEOPLE UPGRADES
694 ALBERU IS TRULY A SIBLING OF CALE
697 HE DOESN'T EVEN REALISE HOW HYPOCRITICAL HE IS
BRO got a taste of his own medicine sit yo ass down and rest mf
699 OMGOMGOMGOMG
700 wait stop this is kinda sad
702 cale in his insane era
703 yo what is happening
705 foolishly thought there'll be angst but look at that potential
Alberu the og glib tongue
715 the sealed god better fucking stop before I beat yo ass
717 that gave me chills for some reason
720 shit not even cale is safe from the abusive childhood tragedy
BRO imma beat the ws up his stupid curse affecting krs
Also the plot thickens
723 clopeh is crazy in the best way
736 this entire arc bro cale is causing so much chaos
WTF why is krs life so sad bro
737 THE PLOT THICKENS
I love this arc wait they're supporting each other so much its so adorable
740 MF CLOPEH IS SPEEDRUNNING THIS THING LET'S GOOO
752 HE HIT HIM WITH A ROCK STOP
756 WHAT IS GOING ON????
759 AND HE STABS THIS MADLAD
760 CALE IS GONNA LIVE LOONG
And omg reactions!!
766 CALE FINALLY GETS IT
Karma bro
Sidestory 2-1 OG CALE FULL OF CLASS????
2-2 istg ogcale and krs ARE THE EXACT SAME PEOPLE "FLIP EVERYTHING OVER"????
2-3 HAHAHA I GONNA QUIT BEING THE MOST USED THREAT IS HILARIOUS
2.3 raon: can I be nice
Cale : no
WHY he so ruthless
BRO I just realised that this man has not sat down wtf he just finished fighting the sealed god let him REST
2. 4 "No matter what happened, the Crown Prince’s biggest ally was the Duke’s House of Henituse which had his sworn brother and his sword art instructor." GUYS
Ahh he was so sweet to the kid
2. 5 LET'S GOO MEET UP
2.14 wow that's insanely convenient that you need exactly 3 more assistants
2. 15 LET'S GOO MARY
RAON MADE HENI FROM HENITUSE STFU
2. 23 Mary tryna copy cale and alberu is so cute
2.23 WHY IS HE HURT????
2. 40 "The rejuvenated ancient Dragon smiled a lot more these days." AWWW GOLDIE GRAMPS
Also omfg cale stronk
2.41 so wait fire of destruction did become a god? How else does he know about super rock
2.49 AHAHAHA CHOI HAN GETTING CALE THE FUCKING PILLAR
2.55 damn our cale is strong
2.58 cale proving that once again, he is the scammer
2.59 nah bro this shit too goofy they're just waiting for him to faint
2.64 can we appreciate how fast choi han and sui khan protected cale like omg
2.65 GoD is so real bro is funny af
2.68 caleism ftw
2.70 LMFAO what does alberu want??
2.71 "I’ll give you the title of Minister of Finance. Will you do it?”" BRO IS ON HIS LAST STARW
2.72 BRO THE DYNAMIC HERE IS MWUAH AND EXCUSE ME?? ALBERU IS STILL HURT?? I WILL FIGHT SOMEONE
ALSO CALE NOT RESTING AND IMMEDIATELY GETTING AN INVITE IS RIDICULOUS
2.76 cale is too nice omg
2.79" H, human! I figured it out now! Clopeh has gone so crazy that he’s gone full circle and looks calm!" I FUCKING LOVE CLOPEH THIS CRAZY BASTARD
The foreshadowing here is nuts my dude
2.81 HELP ALBERU
ALSO THE FORESHADOWING IF HE GETS HURT ISTG
ALSO WHY IS ONLY MY MAN SEALED??
2.85 GAE-IL LMAFAOOOO
2.93 TOONKA REALLY WAS ABOUT TO THROW A CHAIR
2.96" up.? Who is above me" OMFG HELL YEAH
2.101 aww choi han and raon supporting him
2.104 AT THIS RATE HE WILL FAINT STOP IT
2.106 LMFAO THE CHOIS ARE SO AWKWARD
2.107 Jakqpqpq Ron using sneak attack to make cale rest
2.110 lmfao choi han is the best at knocking people unconscious
2.113 cale is coughing too much blood bro I know it doesn't hurt but godamn
2.116 I love dominating aura so much
2.119 I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED CHOI HAN AND BEACROX SO MUCH
2.120 omg toonka found his bff
Tbc
In conclusion I love this story and everyone in it pls and thank you
#rants#tcf#trash of the count's family#lcf spoilers#lout of the count’s family#thoughts#losing my mind
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SMUTT contentt please😭
Thought of this today at the store, hope you like it!
Whoopsies
Timothee x first person reader
Warnings: hiding in store until it closes, robbing a store, violence, blood, smutty smut,not proof read
I'm broke, like pathetically so.
I can't afford my rent, I can't afford groceries. Fuck, I can't even pay for this candy bar I'm tearing into right now.
So, I rob stores, take their money and pay for the things I need.
Tonight's mission: rob this place blind and pay my landlord.
Beats sucking his dick. God, I'm tired of that.
I walk the floors of a Kohl's I used to shop with my mom at when I was a kid. But today, instead of looking for school clothes and a new pair of shoes, I'm looking for a place to hide. A place to lay low until the store closes. Then my real work can begin.
I'm pretty much a master at this now. I walk their salesfloor and pretend to shop. I pick up a dress and pull the hanger over my head, seeing how it would fit me. I look at the rings and necklaces, the throw pillows and blankets. Sometimes I see something I want and make a mental note to steal it after I take all the cash from the registers. These retail workers see so many faces in a day, they can't keep track of whether I'm a new customer or if I'm the same one over and over again. Or maybe they do and they don't give a fuck. Who knows. But today, as I'm walking the floor I'm not worrying about employees watching me, but the random curly haired guy I keep bumping into. He's watching me and it's weird. I start pretending to shop again, thinking he's one of those undercover security people.
I head to the kids toys. It's almost Christmas time, so there's way more toys than usual and each one is more annoying and loud than the last. I stop when I see a giant stuffed fox, and when I say giant I mean fucking colossal. I run my fingers down the seam of its massive back. I could hide in this I think to myself. I circle it, like a predator sizing up its prey, but decide it's too much of a feat to not only cut this fucker open but hide in it for the remainder of the evening. I don't want to get kicked out before I can accomplish my mission. I give the fox one last pet and move on, only to lock eyes with Mr. Curly Hair again. He gives me a single nod, as if to say hi, but I don't trust him. I usually don't hide this early in the evening, I get too antsy, but he's fucking up my plans. I head to the bathroom, fuming.
I'm half asleep, my head against a stall wall as I sit on a toilet with my feet on the seat when I hear the closing announcements on the loud speaker.
Fifteen minutes until closing and it's about time. My body hurts from being cramped in the same position for so long and it smells like shit and piss in here. Sometimes, employees will come into the bathroom right before closing to make sure there's no one inside, but all they do is poke their head in or look to make sure they don't see anyone's feet hanging off of a toilet. I smile mischievously as the lights go out. They didn't even do that. I wait another thirty minutes, I know it seems like a lot, but I've almost been caught a few times coming out of my hiding spot too early. So, better safe than sorry, even though my body screams in protest.
There's a dead type of silence that permeates the air when a store is completely empty. It's almost sort of haunting, but I know it's safe when the silence is loud enough to hear. I hop off of the toilet and stretch my body groaning when the bones in my knees and hips pop.
Time to get to work.
Confidently, I strut out of the bathroom. This is my store now. Maybe after I take all their money I'll treat myself to dinner. I could really use a greasy burger and a mountain of fries. I'm practically salivating thinking about it when I run into something hard directly in front of the women's bathroom. It's a person and my mind is running a million miles a minute. I've had a speech prepared if something like this were to ever happen since I started this. How I passed out in the bathroom or got locked in a fitting room but none of the excuses are coming to me. My heart pounds as I take a step back. The figure is relaxed, leaning a shoulder against one beam of the entry way. He's smiling and his dark curly hair springs out annoyingly in several directions.
"What are you gonna do, arrest me?" I say, annoyed as I shove past him.
He follows me as I head to the registers and as I'm walking he pulls my hand hard. He shoves me against a wall next to the women's underwear. A bright pink sign with a woman wearing a thong and smiling radiantly mocks me as this man practically chokes me against the wall. Panties are 5 for $20.
The man blows a minty scented breath into my face, drawing my attention back to him.
"No," he says in a tone like he wants me to guess again but he keeps talking instead . "We're brought here by a common goal, you and I. Only you won't be successful in yours."
"Why's that?" I snap.
"Because I'm going to kill you. That money is mine."
Well, this is a first. I should be scared and I'm annoyed that I'm not. An intense, liquid heat seeps from my core and I can't push the thought of this dude fucking my brains out out of my head. This dude is hot and the minty fresh breath is a nice touch. He's chewing gum, and the muscle in his jaw tightens and relaxes repetitively. I've been silent for too long and the dude is just staring at me. I know better than to ask him his name, he won't give it to me I already know. So, I think of the next best thing.
"Why kill me? I can help you."
"I don't need any help," he scoffs. "You're getting in my way, have been all day. So now, I have to kill you."
"Again, I don't see how that's a logical next step."
He loosens his grip on my throat and I almost moan in protest. I liked his hand there. "I know you're here for the money," he says, still pinning me to the wall. He presses a knee between my thighs and my body instinctively lowers down onto it. "And you're telling me if I just let you go, empty handed you won't tell anyone I robbed this shitty ass store?"
I shrug, my mission becoming a little blurry now that Mr. Sexy has entered the picture. "Like I said-"
"No," he cut me off. "I let you go and risk you running your mouth."
A small smirk makes its way on my face as an idea dances around in my mind. "Then how about this," I say as I lean up and bring my lips dangerously close to his. He backs up, but not much. My mouth touches his ever so slightly, and I distract him by palming his crotch. Someone is also a horny son of a bitch. His cock is hard in his jeans, practically begging to be sucked. "First one to the register keeps the money. Then, we'll talk about what happens next." I top it off by taking his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling his mouth onto mine. I kiss him hard and slide my tongue deep into his mouth. His tongue immediately responds and wrestles with mine intensely. I pull the gum he was chewing into my mouth and pull away from him. He's dazed and breathless as I push his knee down. I chew on his gum loudly. "What do you say, hmm?"
Before he has a chance to respond, I pull rack of bras down to the floor, immediately giving myself a head start. I know it's not fair, but I have to pay my rent.
"Bitch!" He yells, and I can't help but cackle loudly. I'm getting my money.
My laugh is caught in my throat as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me down backwards to face him. My body doesn't bend that way so a pathetic whine escapes my mouth.
"You think you're slick, huh?" He kisses me upside down and shoves a hand down my shirt, giving one of my tits a tight squeeze. His tongue wraps around mine again and I suck on it as he pulls it out of my mouth "Fuck you got nice tits too." It's my turn to be dazed and as he lets go of my hair, my body falls to the ground. He steps over me and sprints to the front of the store. "I've got tricks too, bitch," he yells back to me.
I pull myself off of the floor, dizzy as the excess blood drains from my head and back into the rest of my body.
"You're an asshole you know that?" I call out as I catch up to him. Quickly, I pull an arm off of a mannequin in the junior's department and slide it in font of his legs. He trips and hits the ground with an ugly thud and a grunt. "Whoopsies," I say sweetly, and blow him a kiss. I see the registers and pick up speed. My money is there waiting for me, and all I gotta do is get there and it's mine. I'm about to touch the counter and yell out my victory, when a hand wraps around my ankle and pulls me down. My forehead slams against the counter and my vision blurs for a minute.
"Fuck that hurt," I whine. I rub my head, there's already a knot forming. A groan escapes me as Sex on Legs himself drags his body over mine and climbs across the counter. I peel myself off of the ground and he's got his stupid sexy hand on a register and a triumphant smile on his face.
"You put up a good fight, you crazy bitch. But I won."
"Congrats, asshole."
I limp away from the counter, defeated and in a tremendous amount of pain. My head pounds and I can't tell if it's sweat or blood that's now dripping into my eyes.
"Hey!" Sex calls out.
I turn, the action itself causing me to almost fall over. He places a hand on the counter and hops over it. I hate him.
"You said we'd talk about what happens to the loser after."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, you're the loser and I want to talk about it."
"Look you smacked my head against the fucking counter and I'm still seeing stars and I don't get any money. Isn't that punishment enough?"
"No, I'm not done with you."
I roll my eyes. This whole night is fucked and tomorrow I'm going to be homeless.
"I thought you said you didn't need any help," I mock his stupid sexy voice at the end of my sentence.
"Two people are required for what we're about to do."
Before I voice my decision, which is an obvious yes, he grabs me under my ass, and I immediately hook my legs around his waist. My head throbs but so does my pussy and I decide that one's need is more important. He slams his mouth into mine, careful not to bump his forehead on the knot growing on mine. His tongue still tastes like mint and his hair smells like a mixture of sweat and dollar store shampoo. I'm shocked when he lays me down on something soft. I spread my arms out and my legs follow as I discover it's one of the stores display beds.
"I saw you eying that giant fox earlier tonight," he says into my neck as he fumbles with his belt. I don't say anything because I have no idea where this is going or how it pertains to him sticking his cock in me. "Either you were thinking of something dirty, or you were thinking of hiding in it. Hard to tell with the way you were touching it. I personally hope it was the latter."
"If you're asking me if I was about to fuck a stuffed animal, the answer is no.”
He shrugs as he pulls my pants and panties off in one swift tug. His cock is out and it’s already beading with precum. My mouth waters. “You never know,” he says. “I’ve met some weird people.”
And instant pant of jealousy that I have no right to have hits me. “You do this a lot then?”
“Robbing stores? All the time.” He adds his shirt to the pile of clothes forming on the floor.
“No I mean this, the sex part.” I sit up and grab his dick and pump it a few times just to watch him jump the tiniest amount.
“No this part’s new.”
I’m glad for some reason.
“I’m sorry about your head,” he says reaching to take my shirt off. It’s weird that this has taken on a caring, more tender vibe than our battle to the registers not more than ten minutes ago. He unclips my bra and my breasts spring free. “Fuck you really do have nice tits.” He moves his naked body over mine and leans down to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard as he massages the other one, pinching and pulling in just the right ways. My legs splay open and the head of his cock sits at my entrance. I know I’m practically leaking fluids all over this display bed, but I don’t even care, I’m so wet for this man, I’m practically shaking. He could have slammed my head into the counter fifty times and I’d still want to him to fuck me. He moves from my nipple to my neck, sucking on my skin, leaving a trail of small splotchy bruises that I kind of hope stick around for awhile. I move my head to the side giving him access to the full expanse of my neck. Without any warning he slams into me hard. I feel him in my stomach and practically scream at the feeling.
“Be as loud as you want, no one can hear.”
He slides out almost completely before ramming his hips back into mine. I let out a guttural groan and lift my bottom to meet him as he continues thrusting.
“C-cameras?” I manage to get out as his cock impales me.
“Taken care of. I’m a professional here.”
He keeps a steady pace, fucking me hard. One of his hands is gripping my hip so hard I know four of his fingers are going to leave little bruises on my ass cheek. The other hand trails up my stomach and onto my neck. He holds it with a gentle caress at first, then slowly increases pressure.
“I could tell how much you liked my hand around your neck earlier, my dirty girl. You like when I choke you and fuck you at the same time, huh?” He grips my neck tight, my airway almost completely closes up, leaving the tiniest hole for me to breath through. He adds a second hand, but doesn’t increase the pressure of his hold.
He lets go of my throat when my eyes roll back into my head and I’m able to take a full, glorious breath. He’s put one of his hands on the fake headboard gripping it as he fucks me and the other is now stationed at my clit rubbing it in deliciously agonizing circles. My back arches and I feel myself nearing my orgasm. He knowingly speeds up his thrusts, now chasing his orgasm as well. With my back arched his cock hits me in the perfect spot to send me over the edge. I moan and whine and say words that make no sense together, but I don’t care. This is the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t even care that I’m leaving with no money.
I come hard, my pussy clenching his cock making it difficult for him to thrust with his full force. He collapses on top of me and paints my insides a hot, sticky white.
When I wake up he’s gone and I can tell by the position the sun is in, that there is about 2 hours until the store opens. Luckily, no one is here yet. Douche bag didn’t even wake me up. I sit up on the tiny bed and realize my clothes are gone and replaced with a new set. On top is a note and a stack of money. I grab the entire pile and head to the fitting room. I dress in the new clothes and pocket the money before jogging back to the women’s restroom. It’s the safest place to hide and the easiest place to walk out of about an hour after the store opens. I read his letter as I position myself back on the toilet seat.
Dear You,
I’m not sure what you needed the money for, but for the first time, it felt wrong taking it all for myself. So, here’s your share.
I took your clothes and replaced them with new ones. Pro tip, it’s smart to leave with different clothes than you came in with.
And, okay, I might’ve kept your panties. Don’t judge me.
I hope I see you again, and from the looks of our needs I think we will. I know I said I work alone, but I think we might make a good duo.
Until the next robbery,
Me.
I can’t help but smile.
I wait until 9:05 to hop down from the toilet seat. I stretch again and make my way out. Bruises cover my neck and my the knot on my head is a gross dark blue and purple. I touch it and hiss in pain, I may need a doctor and a few thousand pain killers.
I head to the front of the store and it’s clear that the morning crew picked up our mess from last night. I hear a few workers talk about an apparent break in, but no footage or any traces were found. There’s a few police officers talking to what appears to be the store manager. They nod to me as I walk to the front doors and before I get the chance to exit, a body pushes past me, hitting me in the shoulder. He turns around and gives me a flirty smirk. He’s wearing different clothes and hood covers his stupid curly hair.
“Whoopsies,” he says and blows a kiss.
What a dick.
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Brain Dump
I started my adhd meds again for the first time in 2 years and my brain is like hey. We got a lot of thinking to do so here you go. My current fixation as I sit on the bed telling myself to clean and wash my damn sheets im covered in.
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Me: I just feel so ugly
Him: you are beautiful and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (I’m kind of a ho who lies when I think imma be in trouble😩)
Me: you too. You are handsome and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (He’s insecure and jealous)
Him: do you want to marry me?
Me: yes
Him: ok good
Me: ok…😍😂 wtf, Alej
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I think we are both broken children just trying to make it through life and it’s sad and ugly sometimes. But a lot of times it’s really passionate and beautiful.
I don’t know why I’m posting this. This isn’t new news. We’ve talked about marriage before. I’m there. He’s there. I have a ring. he called it a pre engagement ring. And I’m like so a promise ring? And he’s like no. PRE! Lol. but it’s NOT an engagement ring. I don’t care but he does.
Speaking of. He’s more traditional than I’m willing to ever be again. I will never cook every single night. I will never commit to do things like that on a forever basis again. Sometimes I’m scared he will be disappointed in that. But I haven’t faked it these past 2 years. He’s gotta know exactly what he’s getting with me.
It’s just challenging because he’s an immigrant who still has a wife in Mexico. They married super young. they’ve been separated 25 years. She lives with her ‘fiance’/boyfriend etc. but she refuses to sign the divorce papers. Every few months she dangles signing the divorce papers in front of him, asks for money, he pays her, she disappears til the next time she needs money. Currently she’s saying she will sign the papers and he’s just done being used. I keep thinking maybe she means it this time. But he knows her better. He wants to go back to Mexico to sort it out but *I* don’t want him to bc it’s so fucking dangerous coming back. He’s got 3 kids and his mom here. Please don’t leave me to care for them all if you die. Lands alive.
That’s another obstacle. The mom doesn’t want to live with me. SAME😳 but I’d at least attempt it for the good of the whole family. She said absolutely not. He said absolutely not. She wants/needs her own place when me and him get married. Have you seen rent now a days? How will we afford a place for 5 kids, and then at least 2 bedrooms for her? (For when she has his girls). Lol. He doesn’t seem concerned about this part, but I am.
I have an evil ex who put in the child custody agreement that I’m not allowed to live with a significant other unless we are married 🙄bc yes let’s do this again. otherwise I wouldn’t care so much. Like we are two years in. I’d rather just live together. Test the waters. and fuck marriage prior to that just bc of how bad it’s been in my history. But I do see myself being with him forever. So it’s fine. Whatever. Except we can’t bc his ‘ex’. Brah
I just feel chatty and already talked his ear off🙈
I texted every girlfriend I know and they’ve all stopped responding bc I’m talking too much. Send help
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Sibling Rivalry, Favoritism, and Multiplayer
Hey all, it's been an upsetting week for me, not gonna lie. I'm gonna skip the spiel and just get into it, so I'll just say that if you can relate then please Like and Follow and be sure to tip your struggling blogger. Also I'm lonely and need friends, so send me a request on Switch and message me on here as well! My mental issues make it difficult for me to sustain friendships, but I'd love a pen pal or 10k of them!
I'll be opening up more about things as I get more comfortable with this whole self-awareness and vulnerability thing, so subscribe and bear with me, but let's just say for now as a quick background that my mother is a narcissist, my dad is the flying monkey, my brother is the golden boy, and he married a conniving narcissist as well, so as to continue the cycle of abuse to his two kids. I am the damaged scapegoat who is trying to navigate away to healthier dynamics for my spouse and kids. I'm currently no-contact with my brother and his family as well as my mother and any relatives whatsoever. I do meet up with my dad occasionally for pancakes, but it is very much about sticking heads in the sand and pretending like we aren't estranged. I was no-contact with him as well until my wife informed him I was in the psych ward a couple months ago. I'm willing to answer questions as we go...
Anyway, he recently sent me $500 since I finally got up the nerve to put my pride and ego aside and outright ask him for help; something that has been instilled as a big source of shame for me to ever do because my mom especially would verbally berate me about how incompetent I am and how I would die alone and unwanted. Anyways, I digress, you may be asking what I would have to complain about? While I am thankful for any help I can get, let's just say $500 is chump change when it comes to my parents. They have money that I have been long since cut off from but that my brother and his family still very much access unabashedly, at the age of 32. I am 38. Also important to note is that he works a lucrative career where he has been able to make similar or better money as me over the past decade. The difference has been that my wife and I have been smart and careful with our money, while they have spent it recklessly. I always tend to leave out background details inadvertently, so I'm trying to recall as much as I can so as to not sound like unjustified soured grapes.
After years of no contact, our wives started communicating again, and it eventually got to where they decided to move to the south where we had relocated, originally in order to get away from them all. I wasn't thrilled about this, but I didn't want to deny my wife a chance at a friendship. My brother was reluctant to move here too, for reasons that I will get into someday as I work up the nerve to do so. My mom said I should take that said reason to the grave, but I'm not going to do that. They lived in an apartment for 6 months while making excellent money, by most people's standards, but they then exited out of the lease and moved into my parents' house, yet again, rent free, until they could buy a house of their own (or at least, that was how it was phrased to me when I decided to go nc with my parents yet again, due to the emotional pain of yet again seeing him and his family completely chosen over me and mine). They had to get out of their lease because they are assholes and got a bit too brazen with their neighbors. Despite being brazen in the past with neighbors who produced guns in their faces, they still find it rather funny to try and cave their downstairs neighbor's ceiling in by purposely jumping around as hard as they could out of spite. So long story short, another awful neighbor who couldn't take a joke decided to make them feel less than safe for their choices.
With the money and assets they have, there should've been no reason why they couldn't just pivot into another short term lease or something, but my parents ate up the chance to get into that abusive dynamic yet again, telling themselves that they couldn't let their son and his family go homeless (I can't say that without laughing because that is hardly the only other choice in this scenario). Regardless, we have come back into this situation because my parents decided to move those who we are once again no longer in contact with into their own house, essentially choosing a side once again. Of course, the explanation evolved from this being a temporary thing to suddenly they can't afford a down payment on anything because they don't have any money saved, meaning they would be living with them indefinitely. My only satisfaction in this was knowing that my mom's vicious lap dog, who she refuses to rehome because she spent $6k from a breeder, would be biting the shit out of all of them. Despite the dog being a barrier to letting my kids stay over my parents or anything of the sort, you can at least cordon a dog off for someone to visit. Sadly, they refuse to kennel my brother's wife.
Anyways, my spouse has some acquaintances in the real estate industry, since we have bought and sold a number of homes over the years. She got a message from one of them, asking her if she was aware how terribly entitled and obnoxious her in-laws are. Despite having to search numerous banks for a loan due to their awful credit rating, they still have the nerve to act like they are rich and powerful somehow. They were apparently searching originally for a house priced in the $300's but could not get a mortgage unless my parents cosigned and put up their retirement assets as collateral. They refused that, but they did cosign a mortgage for $200k. This after having always told me about how they would never cosign a loan for anyone ever. So basically, my parents bought my fully grown ass brother and his family a house, because when push comes to shove they will definitely stop paying the mortgage payment and could care less if they force my parents into doing so. Of course, I am sitting on this knowledge since before I was gifted $500 by my parents, and my parents won't ever tell me they did this. To answer your question, if you are asking it, I do intend to call my dad out on this, and it may be the last time I ever speak to him, depending on how that conversation goes.
My parents for the longest time would act like they did so evenly for both their kids and their grandkids, but I've called them out on that enough over the years so that they don't even make that claim anymore. From money to time spent to emotional support (if you can call it that), his family got 99.9%, and I'm an ingrate to complain about not getting my 0.1%. To clarify, I could care less except for the impact it all has had on my kids, but I do acknowledge that it's a blessing in disguise that my kids are growing up without that toxic influence so prevalent in their lives. Just makes me sad because if they would cosign a $200k mortgage for me like that, I'd be set for life, but bro's family gets rewarded for their recklessness while mine gets punished for trying to do things "the right way."
I want to shift gears now before I become too bitter, but I will just ask you to comment or message me, do you have experience with being the black sheep? If so, how's it going? Conversely, do you have experience being the golden child and self-aware of it? How has that been like for you??
To channel my inner Cranky Kong: kids these days experience multiplayer gaming far different than we did as young bloods. In my day *groans as he shifts in his recliner* multiplayer meant your friend or sibling played a single player game while you waited and rooted for them to screw up so you could have your turn to play! SMB3 made some progress in this by establishing a cooperative level progression, despite continuing the alternating turns system of play, but it was still waiting impatiently for your turn to play. Other games that did have simultaneous co-op could be frustrating if you had a younger sibling who couldn't hold up to your skill level. Nowadays, you got co-op where players don't get in each other's way, and you even got games that are accessible for players who can't coordinate keeping the acceleration button held down in Mario Kart. I may sound like I'm complaining, but I assure you this is quite the opposite. I might have had better interpersonal relationships growing up if it was more about this level of inclusive play and bonding rather than the confusing cooperative yet competitive setup that led to a rather passive aggressive style of friendships and relationships that I experienced.
A quick update before I wrap this up: I will be going away for a couple of weeks without access to internet, so know that I am okay during this time and will post more when I get back. I would like to ask, has anyone reading this ever called the suicide hotline, and what was that experience like for you? I have not yet called, but I do have them in my contacts (it's 988 in the US for anyone who doesn't know).
The holiday season is filled with controlling propaganda for family, friends, and other such obligations disguised as tradition, so if you are like me and can't conform to society's expectations, just know you aren't alone and that this is a safe spot to share and discuss. You don't have to feel shame and guilt for putting your own health and quality of life first. Trauma sucks, but we all have it. Understand that your own personal experience is valid and that you aren't lesser than anyone else. I hope you are able to find peace and comfort this season in your spirituality because that's far stronger than worrying about the company you keep, possessions you have, or living a lifestyle by others' standards. What's the point in living that way if it just adds to your stress? Family sucks, and that is why I have opted out. If you are considering doing the same but haven't yet, I hope you survive this year. If you are considering breaking free, I'm happy to lend a friendly ear and chat!
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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 6
Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]
Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn
|| Word Count: 3,116
A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this chapter! I'm really proud of it and would love to hear your feedback!
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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 6
We had one week before we were due to go on tour so I decided to go visit my parents and siblings. My parents constantly complained that I didn’t visit them enough and I really did miss them but sometimes I hated whenever I was there they had to bring up money and Ella’s tuition, asking me to let Elvis pay for her tuition instead saying he had the money, also saying that he has a lot of money that he doesn't need and that infuriated me. No one is entitled to talk about people’s earnings, Elvis worked very hard and continues to kill himself for his fans and his career.
I had to divert my career and plans to pay for my sister’s tuition, I had a plan of moving to New York when I saved up enough. I planned to start working in one of the big 4 auditing companies and work my way up to being a partner.
Working for Elvis allowed me to save almost my entire salary for Ella since I get the benefits of living rent free at Graceland and not having to pay for the necessities.
“I’m reapplying for a scholarship and now since my grades are way up, I’m hoping I’ll get it but I have to wait till the next semester.” Ella said, shuttling around the pasta in her plate as she sat opposite of me.
I smiled softly “That’s great Ella.” I shoveled pasta into my mouth “But please don’t put a lot of pressure on yourself just for the scholarship.” I know the anxiety that comes with grades and getting a certain GPA. I hated it. I even considered completing my masters but after I was done with my bachelors, I changed my mind.
“I know Jessie.” She grinned at me. I could tell she feels guilty.
“How’s Mr. Presley?” Jack asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Goood. Why?” I asked, looking at him suspiciously.
“Nothing.” Jack chuckled.
“Jaaack, what?” I asked, shoving him from where he sat next to me.
“No shoving each other at the dinner table!” Mom said.
“Nothing! It’s just I get this weird energy from you and him whenever I’ve seen you guys together.” Jack replied.
I furrowed my eyebrows “What weird energy?”
“Ignore your brother, he just wants to rile you up.” Dad replied.
Jack chose to shove me back, tipping my chair almost sending me flying to the floor if I didn’t grab onto the table.
“Asshole.” I mouthed to him. He stuck his tongue out at me and continued eating his dinner.
“Wow. I’m way mature than both of my older siblings.” Ella said with a huge grin on her face. Jack and I stuck our tongues out at her making her giggle.
Even though it had been a week since I left, I really missed Graceland and everyone. However, I was slightly dreading going on tour in three days. Those were the most hectic, tiring days and we never get to actually see the cities. Joe had picked me up from the airport, going through the gates of Graceland I spotted Elvis and a bunch of kids probably some of the Mafia’s kids on the golf cart.
“Jess! Look at this flower!” One of the girls, Sofia said running up to me.
I gasped and bent down to her height “Wow, that’s beautiful! Just like you.” I grinned at her “Do you want me to put it in your hair?” I asked her.
She nodded excitedly “And you can put this one in your hair so that we can be matching!” She jumped up and down. I laughed and took the flower from her hand to put it in my hair.
The cart zipped by us, driven by Elvis.
“Slow down!” I yelled. He loved scaring the kids and all of them were yelling happily.
“Jessica!” Elvis yelled back, slowing down and returning to where I was standing “You’re back! The Colonel was really aggravating me.”
I laughed because I knew the Colonel hated doing what I did, he didn’t like to get bossed around plus he knew I could get Elvis to finish his work. Like signing posters, going through his mail with him, making sure he makes his appointments etc. I was also in charge of booking everything such as hotel rooms and transportation.
“Good. So that you don’t take me for granted.” I grinned.
“Get in!” He nodded his head back.
“There’s no room. I have to go unpack anyway.”
“There’s plenty of room.” Elvis grinned mischievously.
He had parked the cart so close that he was able to swoop his arm around my waist and tug me onto his lap.
I gasped “Elvis!”
Elvis laughed at my flustered face “Get comfortable doll.” He said and sped off. He placed his chin over my shoulder to be able to see. He was so close, my back was touching his chest and I could smell the woodsiness of his shampoo and scent. He smelt amazing.
I was so uncomfortable, not knowing how to sit. I was scared to be too heavy on his lap, I kept shifting back and forth.
He released on of his hands from the steering wheel and wrapped his arm around my waist, tightening his arm. “Stop movin’ around doll, I’m about to crash the damn thing.” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath caused the hairs behind my neck to stand up. My cheeks flushed when I felt his bulge poke my ass.
I cleared my throat.
Elvis chose to speed over a little hump on the grass, making us all jerk up and land down hard. The kids all shouted as if they were on a roller coaster while Elvis groaned when I slammed down on him.
I laughed “You had that coming.”
“Evil.” He replied, parking up by the stairs that led to the house. I quickly jumped out of his lap, grabbing my suitcase that I abandoned by the stairs and rushed into the house.
Janice and I were supposed to hang out before we leave for tour. We decided to go line dancing and drinking at a honkytonk bar. I threw on a short, flowy sundress with an open back and red cowboy boots and a white cowboy hat. I was about to leave when the phone rang and a drowsy sounding Janice spoke letting me know that she wasn’t feeling well. She had a stomach bug and thought it would go away but it hadn’t. I offered to go over and see her to make sure she was okay but she didn’t want me to catch anything especially since I had to be on the road in a few days.
Instead of feeling down that I won’t get to see Janice for a while, I went outside to go see the horses and pretend that I’m actually a cowgirl. I leaned against the wooden fence, pouting slightly that I didn’t know how to ride a horse. I had my hat in my hands looking out at the horses trotting around.
I spotted Elvis walking out of the stables, he smiled once he noticed me “Well isn’t that the saddest little cowgirl I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled when he came and leaned on the fence next to me.
“What is this getup?” He asked.
“Janice and I were supposed to go line dancing but she’s sick.” I replied.
“Is that why you’re pouting?” He chuckled.
“That and also I wanna learn how to ride a horse.”
“Never picked you to be a horse girl. Miss California.”
“Oh if it were up to me I would be a cowgirl with my trusty steed and a cowboy husband.” I replied.
Elvis chuckled and shook his head.
The sun was setting and the sky was transformed into a warm orange tinge. I turned and looked at Elvis, he really was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen and the orange sun illuminating his face made his blue eyes brighter and clearer. He felt me staring at him and turned to look at me, I didn’t bother looking away because I had already been caught. He smiled at me and poked my cheek, turning my face away from him. I did notice a slight flush to his cheeks. I grinned and went back to looking at the horses.
“I can take you.” He said, his voice barely a whisper.
“Where?”
“Line dancing.” He replied. His eyes strained on the horses, not turning to look at me.
“Really?” I asked excitedly.
He nodded and shrugged.
“One problem.” I pointed.
“What?”
“You’re forgetting who you are.” He was Elvis Presley for crying out loud, there’s bound to be someone who will recognize him. And I honestly didn’t want to have to see my face plastered on magazines and newspapers.
“It’s fine. I’ll wear a disguise.”
“Like a fake mustache and glasses?” I chuckled.
“No.” He grumbled “I’ll change and then we can go.”
I stayed by the stables when I heard Elvis’ shoes shuffle on the sand. I turned and grinned when I saw him decked out in a black cowboy hat, black cowboy boots, a chunky belt, black jeans and a black jean jacket with a white button down shirt underneath. Fuck. He looked so hot in all black. He also had a red bandana wrapped around his neck as a little scarf.
“You need to lose the rings.” I pointed out when he got closer.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not taking them off Jess. Let’s go.”
“You need to dress down and look like us peasants.”
“Fine.” He stepped forward, getting very close to my face “I got you this, to go with your red boots.” He said and pulled a red identical bandana that he had wrapped around his neck from his pockets.
“Lift your hair up.” He said.
I listened and wrapped up my hair, placing my hat that was in my hand on the ground. He reached over and wrapped the red bandana around my neck “There, we’re matching now.” He whispered, his hot breath hitting my cheeks. Then he bent down, picked up my cowboy hat from the ground and placed it on my head “We can live your fantasy of being a cowgirl with a handsome cowboy husband for the day.”
“I never said he was handsome.” I smiled softly at him because how cute was he being right now.
“I’m just filling in the blanks doll.” He grinned.
Taking Elvis’ old truck we headed to the bar, the sun nowhere to be seen and the moon shone brightly instead. Hopefully by now people were drunk and no one would recognize Elvis. This oddly felt like a date. Us being alone without the mafia around was very weird. Elvis placed a hand on the small of my back to lead me into the bar. I felt tingles shoot up my spine the moment his hand came in contact with my bare back and took a deep breath.
“They have a mechanical bull?” Elvis asked, dipping his head close to my ear.
I grinned and nodded. I loved getting on that bull, it was so much fun. The bar was huge, the bull was placed on the side and a big dance floor was in the middle. It was already jam packed with people, some were already on the dance floor and some were standing around watching people fall off the bull.
Heading to the bar to order drinks, we both chose to get beer.
“Hey man, has anyone ever told you that you look like Elvis Presley?” The bartender asked.
“Yes, he gets that all the time.” I said and threw an arm around Elvis’ shoulder “Isn’t that right honey?”
He turned towards me and grinned at the nickname “That’s right sweetie.”
“Jess?” A voice rang from behind us. Elvis and I both turned to find a guy with shaggy light brown hair.
“Colt?” I grinned. He grinned back at me and nodded.
“Hi!” I said and slipped my arm from Elvis to hug him.
“Janice not here with you today?” Colt asked after I pulled away from the hug.
“No, she’s not feeling well.”
“Who’s your friend baby?” Elvis asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, tugging me back to him.
“Oh this is Colt, he’s a regular here.” I said “Colt this is …. Aaron. Aaron, Colt.” I introduced.
“Hi I’m Jess’ boyfriend.” Elvis said causing my to start beating rapidly. Why did him saying he’s my boyfriend get me excited in a weird way?
Colt smiled “You look cute together.”
I smiled as I felt Elvis removed my hat, bend his head down and planted a soft kiss on the top of my head before placing my hat back on my head. Oh what is he doing to me right now. My cheeks and neck were on fire.
Should I tell Elvis that Colt was gay and that he was openly checking him out as we speak?
We got our drinks and headed over to the mechanical bull to watch people.
“Go on!” I nudged Elvis who shook his head no “Why?”
“I’ll go on if you go on.” He replied.
“Okay fine. I’ll go. Hold my beer.” I handed him my beer and got on.
I jumped on the bull, huffing slightly since I had to jump a few times to get on. I spotted Elvis laughing at my attempts to get on. I adjusted my dress, pulling it down but I knew I would flash everyone once I fall off. Thank god I decided to wear little biker shorts underneath.
“Let’s go Jess!” Elvis whooped from the side lines.
The operator started it slow at first but slowly he increased the speed. I held on tightly as he jerked the bull up and down.
Unbeknownst to Jess, seeing her riding the bull made Elvis’ jaw tighten and his cock twitch.
I laughed when I flew off the bull and landed on the inflatable ground. I got up and jumped off.
“You did great! You lasted longer than half the guys in here!” Elvis grinned.
Elvis went next, he looked really cute while focusing so hard on trying not to fall off but he ended up falling off pretty quickly.
“Again!” Elvis’ competitive side jumped out.
“Sorry man other people are waiting” The operator replied.
He grumbled and stomped off. I laughed at his child like behavior “Sore loser.”
“We’ll have a rematch later.” He replied taking his drink from my hand.
Shania Twain’s “Man! I feel like a woman” blasted through the speakers of the bar.
“I love this song!” I jumped up and down.
“You’re gonna spill everywhere!” Elvis pointed at my drink.
“Best thing about being a woman! Is the prerogative to have a little fun and!” I shout/sang, singing directly to Elvis, swaying and shaking my shoulders. He looked at me with a goofy smile on his face, sipping his drink while leaning on the table next to us.
“Cowboys and Cowgirls please line up on the dance floor!” The speaker announced.
I grinned placing my drink on the table, Elvis doing the same. I then grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor.
“I don’t know how to do this!” Elvis yelled over the music. It was packed so we were stuck to each other’s sides.
“It’s okay, just keep your eyes on me. I’ll tell you what to do.” I replied.
“You’re actually good at this! How many times have you done this?”
“More times than I can count.” I laughed.
At one of the steps we had to move right but Elvis moved left, slamming into me and sending me to the ground but he quickly pulled my arm and straightened me out.
“I’m so sorry!” He laughed. I was also giggling along with him and shook my head.
I ended up drinking a little more but Elvis was driving so he didn’t drink along. We were both giggling and dancing to the music.
“I haven’t had this much fun in so long!” Elvis said over the music “I feel like a kid again.”
“I’m glad you’re having fun Elvis.” I smiled softly, my heart aching for him. I know he loves being in the spotlight and he adores his fans but at the same time I knew he wanted a sense of normalcy in his life.
“My cowgirl.” Elvis grinned, opening the car door for me. I got an overwhelming feeling to just reach over and kiss him. Shaking off that feeling, I smiled and ducked into the car.
Getting out of the truck, Elvis threw an arm around my shoulders while I wrapped my arm around his waist. We were talking about when Elvis was a kid and how he loved listening to gospel music, I was learning a lot about his childhood during the drive from the bar to the house.
The house was very silent, we walked in and plopped down on the couch still talking about anything and everything. It was so easy talking to him.
“Thank you for taking me Elvis.” I smiled “I really, really had fun.”
He turned his face towards me and smiled back softly “You don’t have to thank me. I have to thank you, ‘cause I had so much fun.”
We stared at each other silently, his eyes drifting down to my lips. I wanted him to kiss me so bad this time.
“Are you drunk?” He asked, somewhat out of breath.
“What? No. Maybe a little tipsy but I’m not drunk.” I replied, really confused.
Was I acting drunk?
“Good.” He replied biting his lip and reached his hand, running his thumb over my lips “You have something on your lips.” He smirked faintly.
“What?” I asked. I held my breath, not knowing how to react.
“My lips.” He replied, crashing his lips onto mine.
My eyes widened, I was frozen on the couch. I was able to react quickly when he started to pull away. I place my hands on the lapels of his jacket and pulled him back, kissing him. He grinned against my lips and placed a hand on my waist, while the other cupped my cheek, drawing me closer to him, almost desperately.
Fuck. His lips were just as soft as I imagined. Holy hell. My chest was heaving. A small gasp escaped my lips when he bit my lower lip, allowing him access. His tongue was warm and persistent against mine.
Any common sense I had was out the window. This was wrong but it felt oh so good.
Months of burning intensity that has been building between us just exploded.
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In defense of Sam... pt. 4
SAM’S QUOTES
Some of these may be a stretch, but I am basing my thoughts on my theories around Jodi. SPOILER ALERTS. See Pt. 1, Pt. 2, and Pt. 3 of this “In Defense of Sam” series.
1. Sam might say he wonders if he could grow a cactus in his room. Totally stretching here... but maybe it's because his mom berates him and says he can't do anything right. It could also be that he feels he has to ask her permission.
2. At one point, he says he will miss his mom's fish casserole if he moves out. I think it's genuine. Jodi is probably a good cook. His dependency on mom for meals may not be so charming for the newlyweds, but I think he can't help it. I think it is related to Jodi's overbearing nature. He always has to be home for dinner... or else... she's really disappointed in him and she had hoped he would be more responsible.
Also indecisiveness and ADHD do make meal times challenging. I know from personal experience. Overthinking what to do and how to make food and all the steps involved is a literal problem, and can be paralyzing.
Also after marriage, he claims the fish casserole is the only thing he misses from home. That seems telling. Not that he misses his family.
3. He shares he hates working at JojaMart, and complains about how else he will make money. While I think it's great he has a job, if encouraged, he could focus on his music and playing gigs. Or maybe Sam could even teach music lessons (especially since the town doesn't seem to, oddly enough, have a school. Overall, though he lacks confidence and Jodi might berate him or think his music is stupid.
Also Jodi doesn't seem to work so he's bringing home money to pay rent and make ends meet. Since Kent is MIA, I'm not sure if the family is getting military payments (or at least not as much as they did previously).
4. On the Feast of Winter Star, he mentions he is grateful for his skateboard and guitar and his family is an afterthought. Trouble at home, perhaps? This reinforces point 3 above.
5. After marriage, he states he never learned to cook because "mom did all the cooking." Cooking is a fairly common and necessary life skill. Jodi didn't think Sam could do anything right and so never let him cook.
6. He also says he'll help out someday on the farm and worries that you are mad. That seems to fit/confirm his fears that he isn't good at things, reinforced most of his life by his mom. While Sam doesn’t help with much around the farm, he isn’t incapable and later demonstrates what a great father he is.
7. When reminiscing about the eight heart event, Sam says he was worried he would mess up and you would think he was a loser. His lack of self confidence could stem from Jodi's lack of support. And of course, the guy wants to impress his love interest. He probably hasn’t witnessed a healthy marriage/relationship (I mean, I’m looking at you Marnie + Mayor). While it is normal/natural to want to please and receive affirmation from a loved one/partner, it feels like Sam is pushing for this a little too much.
Jodi will also confess to you...
“How's Sam doing? I have to admit, there's less cooking and cleaning to do since he moved out...”
Maybe this is her weird way of missing Sam?!? But I would think you could come up with something better to say to your son/daughter-in-law about your son.
8. He admits he still feels responsible for Vincent. Even if both of his parents are home. I wonder if he's worried Jodi might eventually treat Vincent the same. Sam says "life's all about change," but he doesn't sound too confident.
Change, especially sudden change, is hard for someone with ADHD. Sam continues to say kids need to learn that change is part of life "or else adulthood will destroy them." Destroy is such a harsh word. I almost feel like he's quoting something he once heard from his mom.
Full disclosure: This just makes me want to hug Sam and remind his precious heart that it's OK to struggle with change and that I'm here for him no matter what and we will get through changes and adjustments together. ❤️❤️❤️
9. Visiting his family after marriage is a weird experience.
"Seeing family is nice, but it’s also kind of depressing in a weird way. Like… our lives are totally separate now, and everything feels more formal than it used to.”
Like Jodi no longer has control over Sam and it’s uncomfortable for everyone. Perhaps she even continues to berate him for not making something of his life (lounging around the farm as a house husband when her own husband went and fought a war). ADHD can be crippling and abuse on top of that can be paralyzing and make it hard to recover. Or maybe she has something against stay-at-home dads later on.
Perhaps Sam and the Farmer agreed he should have some downtime while trying to figure out his life and to focus on therapy after years of abuse. Also... in relation to the change comment above, change, even positive change, is hard for someone with ADHD.
10. Sam takes to parenthood well, and surprisingly is very helpful and likes being a family man. I think it's because he wasn't sure he would ever amount to much. He also stresses how much they need to give attention to the first child after the second child is born so that there isn't jealousy between them. This harkens back to his own experiences.
#stardew valley thoughts#stardew valley headcanon#sdv sam#stardew valley sam#sdv headcanon#started this forever ago and never posted#haha#posting it months later
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this is also NOT a jancy post, just a jonathan post that talks about how jonathan is in the relationship
Jonathan Byers' antis have always made me pissed. because they pull the most absurd shit out of their asses, and twist it, and always make him out to be the bad guy, and when they can’t do that, they just call him ugly and say they needed to scream because they saw him, or that his face ‘traumatized’ them. but now they just make me feel..unsafe? unsafe isn’t the right word, it’s like a..lesser version. i know i’m safe, but it does however reinforce one of my biggest (mental, not physical like body) insecurities. it makes me feel that sort of sad-upset, and it adds on to a certain self issue i have.
the hate on him for season four, is what i’m talking about.
him ghosting nancy, not telling her about his collage plans, those are the big things they hate on, and they’re things people do, things i do, because of self issues and being a people pleaser. and even being high.
and i hate every single person that complains about jonathan and those surrounding topics.
because guess fucking what.
to anyone that complains, “OhhHhHhH, but he LIED to nancy about college and ditched her🥺🥺” or “he had the pErFeCt opportunity to tell her when they were fixing the cabin, bleughh🥺🥺such a bad boyfriend!!” or “oHHHHHh all he did was be high, fucking bitch”
i want all of those people to remember that he ditched his dream since he was six for her. and then he couldn’t do that- because of money issues, and his family. throughout the seasons, we know Jonathan is Will’s father at this point. Jonathan had become an entire parent to Will and like a parent in general since he was probably in middle school. do i need to remind everyone that, at the ripe age of 16, he was working shifts to pay rent? since an early teenager, he has been required to be there, as a brother, son, and father. and after all the upsidedown shit? especially with Will? the government with El? yeah, he’s going to be afraid of leaving. he won’t want to, because of his early life experiences, because he is so used to being a parent, and protecting and putting everyone else before himself, and we all know the last guy to leave Jonathan’s life. it’s perfectly fucking reasonable to be scared of what would happen if you left. and with being high- shut up. he has never had even one person to comfort him. even in season one, Joyce, his mother, admits that she barely checks in on him, and she feels bad. he has no outlet, and everyone shits on him when he rightfully explodes, and then you all shit on him when he finds an outlet and uses it.
he literally talks about his fear of telling Nancy that he can’t leave his family to be with her. he says that they’re “Going to end up like his parents and his kids hate him.”
so, he has this crushing guilt because he can’t please everyone, and now he feels guilty.
and he avoids her because, oh shit, i can’t do what she wants, and i really do not want to talk about it because i’m afraid.
and that’s the issue i have.
i can not, for the life of me, say ‘no.’ if i can’t please everyone, i don’t feel good. i have been in, so far, three (technically four, one person had two) romantic relationships, and i can’t even legally drive yet.
do you know how many hours adults have vented to me, because i can’t say no, or tell them that, hey, i’m a kid. i do not need your life story, Uncle Kyle, i do not want to here this, especially considering ive known you for two years tops, and barley see you, because your not actually my uncle, your just my moms boyfriends brother, and i don't like you.
but i'm a people pleaser that can't say no, and would do anything for others, like jonathan.
back onto the direct topic- the issue i have with myself that Jonathan has, and the lack of understanding or empathy for him
Because i'm a huge people pleaser- but i'm also a guilty wreck, that gets that miserable anxiety pit gut feeling whenever someone has an opinion opposite of my own. Because- well, i can't tell them my opinion, it could all go south if we have an argument!! they might not like me- or maybe they'll use it against me, twist my words? what if they hate people that have that opinion? endless what ifs and the horrible anxiety feeling. well, one way to avoid all this is to never talk about it! if i don't talk about it, they can't get mad at me, and we’ll always be happy! Yep!
and furthermore, if i can’t please someone- i feel so guilty that i can’t even talk to them.
example- one of my friends asked me to watch a few videos, all about an hour or more. i had zero interest in what the videos were about, so, between not wanting to, and the fact that they were all an hour minimum, i didn’t watch them all that quickly. and i couldn’t stand to talk with the person- so i didn't chat with them for a few days, but still couldn't bring myself to actually watch the videos. and that's only a few examples- i have a history of this, where i can’t bring myself to please someone because i don’t enjoy it, so i wind up with a huge guilt and anxiety pit and ignore them. but each day i ignore them, it gets worse, because now, they’re going to be mad at me for not doing what they wanted, but also not talking.
and i hate this. i hate it more than anything that i’m essentially incapable of saying no,and i have this urge to please people, but then when i can’t, i get this horrible feeling. i hate it so damn much.
and the fact that that's what Jonathan is dealing with, makes me feel…glad..? glads not the right word, but it makes me feel… uuh...represented? not the right word either, but the fact that i can look at a character and relate to them, and that i'm not totally hopeless- that makes me happy.
but then Jonathan Antis came storming in here, and they make me feel like an endless pit of anxiety again. and i know my small things aren’t as big as college, but the same still applies.
and so, as someone who has a similar ‘mindset,’ if you wanna call it that, as Jonathan, all jonathan antis can fuck off.
do you know how much anxiety it feels like to have to tell someone that you can't do what they want? that you have bigger things, that it's just not for you, and how terrified you are of them being mad, so that's why you haven't talked, and your sorry, and so damn scared of how they'll think of you if you do tell them, so you can’t just tell them, especially not randomly, and you keep digging this anxiety pit, but nobody is there to pull you out of it?
because if you did know what that like, you wouldnt shit on him for this.
or, to put it short, @skylergisondo’s post;
#stranger things#st4#jonathan byers#will byers#el hopper#joyce byers#jim hopper#murray bauman#erica sinclair#lucas sinclair#max mayfeild#mike wheeler#nancy wheeler#robin buckly#steve harrington#eddie munson#argyle#argyle stranger things#dustin henderson#jane hopper#stranger things season four
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Izzie’s One of Us is Back Celebration (Day 4)
missing moments: nate moves out of his parents’ house
story under the cut
My mother is wringing her hands as she watches me stuff clothes into a duffle bag.
"Nath — Nate. Please let me help."
I purse my lips to keep myself from saying something harsh that I'll inevitably regret. "No thanks," I manage. Mom doesn't move though, so I continue my abysmal attempt at packing while she watches me intently. I know that she doesn't like the idea of me moving across town to rent one room in a giant house, but this is what kids do right? They grow up, make money, and eventually move out.
It's normal I tell myself. People move out of their childhood homes all the time. So there's no reason for there to be a lump in my throat. I shove some more t-shirts in the bag, and shut the dresser drawer. I've moved on to the stuff on my desk when I hear the doorbell ring. Mom jumps at the sudden sound, and — finally — leaves my doorway to answer the door. I can hear the happiness in her voice from here, and it piques my curiosity. There's not a lot of people that my mom's happy about seeing. “Nate's in his room," she's saying. There are footsteps approaching my room, and finally someone says, quietly:
"Nate?"
I stop my halfhearted attempt at packing and turn around to find Bronwyn standing at my door.
"Hey, Rojas," I say. She must detect some sadness in my tone, because she enters my room and shuts the door behind her, essentially shutting my mom out.
"May I sit?" She waves a hand to my bed, and her eyes narrow when she sees the bag I had stuffed my clothes into.
"Sure."
Bronwyn sits down and, almost absentmindedly, pulls out a shirt from the bag and folds it neatly, placing it on her lap. She takes out the next shirt and folds that too. I watch her for a moment, taking in her dark curly hair and her favorite fitted Yale pullover that she's paired with a gray skirt. She looks serene, but the way her mouth turns downward suggests that she's anything but. I wait for her to say something, but she just continues to fold clothes.
Something about her presence calms me down, and I feel okay enough to start removing things from my book shelf. We've been like this for a few minutes — her on my bed folding clothes, me on the opposite side of the room organizing books and papers — when she starts to speak.
"I learned something recently, Nate."
"Yeah?" I don't look at her. She's using her I'm about to say something serious tone, and I know that whatever she's about to say is going to ruin my perfect compartmentalization.
"You can spend your entire life acting based on what you think will benefit others. You can do what other people expect you to do. Or you can do what will make you happy. Things that will make your life better."
I'm still facing away from Bronwyn, looking over at Stan in his terrarium. He's looking back from his spot on his rock. The lump in my throat is back. Somehow Bronwyn knows exactly what I need to hear, and she's not afraid to tell me.
I put down the notebook I'm holding and turn around to cross the room and sit next to Bronwyn. She gently places the clothes on her lap back into the bag, and shifts closer to me. I drop my head onto her shoulder, and she wraps her arm around me.
"I really need to get out of here," I mumble.
"I know," she assures me.
"But I'm scared too," I admit. "This feels real, you know? Like I've been stuck in one terrible place my whole life and now I get to just... leave?"
Bronwyn wraps her other arm around me and hugs me fiercely. "I know. Promise me Nate, I know. And I know that you feel like you have to do this alone, because you had to spend most of your life alone. But you don't have to do that anymore. I promise. It won't be like last time."
I hug her back. I'm not sure if I can ever get out of the cycle of misery I was raised in, but I do know one thing: "I love you, Rojas."
"I love you too, Nate."
We sit that way for a few moments, her head on my shoulder, my head on hers. "Ready to start over?" she asks me after a while. I'm not sure if she's talking about my sorry attempt at packing, or if she means something bigger, but I don't ask. Maybe the whole point of being an adult is I get to decide things.
"Mostly," I say.
Bronwyn gently untangles herself from me and stands up. "I can work with mostly."
I don't doubt that. Bronwyn's pretty amazing that way.
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