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LED Signs And Message Displays: Transforming Communication In The Digital Age

In today's fast-paced world, effective communication is essential for businesses, organizations, and communities. As technology advances, LED signs and message displays have emerged as powerful tools for conveying messages clearly and dynamically. This article explores the significance of LED signs, their applications, and the benefits they offer.

What Are LED Signs?

LED (Light Emitting Diode) signs are electronic displays that use LED technology to present text, images, or animations. These displays can vary in size and complexity, ranging from small message boards to large outdoor billboards. The versatility and adaptability of LED signs have made them popular for various applications, including advertising, information dissemination, and event promotions.

Types of LED Signs

Static LED Signs: These signs display fixed messages or images. They are commonly used for business signage to advertise products or services.

Dynamic LED Displays: These allow for scrolling text and animated graphics, making them ideal for conveying timely information, such as announcements, promotions, or event details.

Full-Color LED Screens: These are capable of displaying images and videos in full color, offering a visually engaging medium for advertising and entertainment.

LED Scoreboards: Commonly found in sports venues, these displays show scores, player statistics, and live game action.

Message Boards: Often used in schools or public places, these boards can be updated frequently with relevant information or alerts.

Applications of LED Signs

LED signs are increasingly being used across various sectors, including:

Retail: Stores utilize LED displays to showcase promotions, sales, and new arrivals, capturing customer attention in a visually dynamic way.

Transportation: Airports and train stations employ LED screens to provide real-time updates on arrivals, departures, and service announcements.

Entertainment Venues: Concerts, theaters, and sports venues utilize large LED screens to enhance audience engagement with vivid imagery and essential information.

Education: Schools use LED message boards to inform students and parents of upcoming events, news, and accomplishments.

Healthcare: Hospitals and clinics use LED signs for guiding patients, showcasing health awareness campaigns, and communicating emergency information.

Benefits of LED Signs

LED signs offer numerous advantages that make them a preferred choice for many organizations:

High Visibility: The bright and vibrant colors of LED displays ensure messages are easily seen, even from a distance or in sunlight.

Energy Efficiency: LED signs consume significantly less power compared to traditional neon or incandescent displays, making them a more environmentally friendly option.

Dynamic Messaging: Unlike static signs, LED displays can be easily updated to reflect current promotions, events, or essential information, providing versatility in messaging.

Long Lifespan: LEDs are known for their durability and can last tens of thousands of hours, reducing replacement costs and maintenance.

Cost-Effectiveness: Though the initial investment might be higher, the long-term savings from energy efficiency and reduced maintenance make LED signs cost-effective.

Conclusion

LED signs and message displays are revolutionizing how information is communicated across various sectors. Their ability to deliver messages dynamically and efficiently meets the demands of a mobile and tech-savvy society. As businesses and organizations continue to seek effective ways to capture attention and convey information, LED technology will undoubtedly play a critical role in shaping the future of communication.

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Just your average coffee shop AU-DCxDP prompt

What do you do when you've been blacklisted from every coffee chain in Gotham?

You have to find other sources.

That is Tim's current predicament but he put out a few messages out and an informant got back to him about a new café that opened on the outskirts of the city.

There wasn't much else on it other than the fact that it was located in an old cemetery. No details or anything.

Desperate for the black icker that made up his blood by this point Tim went.

Walking down the cobblestone path Tim began to doubt if the shop was real. The decrepit tombstones seemed to be the only people here but as he passed the mausoleums he saw a single stone crypt that had a sign.

Hours:

Tues-Saturday 12pm-3:00 am

Sunday: All day

Mon: Closed

(Vlad Masters is banned)

Tim opened the stone door and heard the faint sound of violins and saxophones. A staircase led deeper to an aged wooden door.

The rusty door henge screeched as he opened the door like a doorbell. The room was a lounge with plush seats and smooth wood tables. A dance floor was in the center currently occupied by well dressed patrons. The scent of fresh dark roast coffee filled the air. A band played live music, it was a blend of gothic folk and Jazz. The booths were filled with a few patrons cheering for the performers as they drank coffee and played cards.

The counter where he could order his drink was a bar. Despite what you'd assume they weren't selling alcohol at least not yet. The man behind the counter beckoned him over.

The barista dressed in a white dress shirt and a black buttoned vest embroidered with a ribcage design. He had fingerless gloves with matching skeletal hand design. The man's face was a pale bit warm tone with a blueish green hue on his cheekbones. His lips were a dark ashen black with a subtle shine. It was probably just the aesthetic.

"Evening, traveler." His voice practically purred as he greeted the weary young man"The rhythm's alive, and the spirits are waiting—how can I make your afterlife?"

"Coffee. Black." Tim said gruffly despite to get it in his system.

"Oh, you got it bad, don't you? Let me get you something that will actually help." The bartender said turning to brew a cup.

Tim's eyes scanned the chalkboard menu that hung above the bar.

Hot Coffee Drinks:

Graveyard Brew – A rich dark roast with a hint of smoked caramel. (Tucker's pick)

Phantom Flat White – A smooth flat white with ghostly foam art. (Danny's pick)

Latté of the Damned– A spiced pumpkin latte with black cinnamon dust. (Jazz's pick)

Eternal Espresso– A bold, double-shot espresso.

The Velvet Casket – Mocha with dark chocolate and a touch of vanilla.

Sepulcher Spice – Chai-spiced coffee with a hint of nutmeg. (Val's pick)

Necromancer’s Nitro – Nitro cold brew with a dash of maple syrup. (Dan's pick)

Iced Coffee Drinks:

Cold-Brew Crypt– Smooth cold brew with a splash of sweet cream.

Chilled Cadaver– Iced coffee with coconut milk and a shot of hazelnut. (Dani's pick)

The Frosted Requiem – Blended mocha with chocolate drizzle.

Soulful Swirl– Iced latte with caramel and a swirl of blackcurrant syrup.

Moonlit Macchiato– Vanilla macchiato with activated charcoal. (Sam's pick)

Tim definitely sensed a theme here.

"I added a few shots of expresso and some dark chocolate liquor. It should get you right and some minor heart palpitations. I think I'll call it 'The Black Veil'." The barista smiled very cat-like.

"Am I getting my name on the board?" Tim quipped without thinking as he sipped the hot coffee. Actually, it was cooler than he thought it would be. It was the perfect temperature. And the taste was amazing.

"Only if you're a regular and I think your drink might be too much for anyone else." The barista laughed softly.

"So...this place is pretty um...gothic?"

"This place used to be just for the dead but we've recently over up to the living."

"Heh, I get it."

"Get what?"

Tim coughed awkwardly. He didn't want to stop talking to the goth barista yet and the quality coffee was convincing. Maybe it was the environment. It was like walking into a different world.

"So what's this place called? So I know what Im coming back to." Tim tried to sound cool but let's face it, he's been beat.

"This is the Catacomb Club. Where the spirits swing and the night never sleeps. You should come again soon, cutie. I think I got a good surge of inspiration just looking at you." He purred in delight as he leaned over the bar tapped Tim's cheek.

Tim felt his face burn, the touch felt like electricity tickling his skin. A string of babbling seemed to come out of this mouth as he tried to respond.

"Heh heh, don't keep me waiting dear," he laughed "Oh, and by the way. My name is Danny. Catch me in the early shift. My brother works the late shift mixing the alcohol. But if you want you can catch me on the stage or on the dance floor. I might even make you an extra cup or two." Danny said.

Tim found his footsteps on the way up lighter and only when he made it back the cematary gate did he notice.

He never paid.

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Addendum 2: other random sex jokes

+Notes on sex

Read the main article.

1) The white board

- Dildo being on the least of things to buy

- Toilet called Latriana

- Fak owing 69$ with "he sucks" pointing to it. 69 is an oral sex position.

- Stick man with spread apart arse hole labelled Fak.

I'll also like to add that we only see this full display of the white board/sus signs in Syd and Carmy's scenes only.

2) Ball Breaker top player list

3) More squirt jokes memes on the internet

4) Dom/sub Richie and Fak

5) Richie and Fak: horny mirroring of Sydcarmy

6) Syd spying Carmy's ass for no reason at all.

7) The Bear team really got jokes

Behind Syd's head is two zeroes, decimals from a larger sum but in this framing only the last zeroes are showing, so they look like eyes. There's an arrow linking two of them with the message fucku, with the u fainter than the fuck. So it could be read just as "fuck".

In this scene Carmy is sitting below Sydney, putting their eyes in different positions, high and low so,

00

00

The camera also films Syd mostly from below and Carmy from above indicating their point of view and how they're seeing each other.

Yes, this is a stretch. Yes, it most likely just a coincidence. But just imagine if it wasn't. And I'm telling you, there's at least half a chance that it wasn't.

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Notes on resistance to sex in The Bear

There has been much ado about whether there should be sex incorporated (in canon terms) in The Bear, with a lot of unusually strong voices passionately stating their aversion to the idea, especially between Carmy and Syd.

Many arguments have ranged from

"it's not a show about sex",

"Syd and Carmy's relationship is too beautiful and sex will ruin it"

"romance will cheapen the storyline and make the show basic".

I've heard people say "I ship Carmy with therapy" as if mentally ill people don't deserve a chance at love. Or that Syd has to be a lesbian/aroace, because she just has to be, even though she has never indicated in any form her sexuality yet. Many have said how the characters are sexier if they are actually sexless. Like a blank slate they can project their own fantasies on without the fear of the canon.

Another opinion is that it could be hinted that it's happening, but actually showing it would "ruin the vibes" and blah blah blah.

Most of these opinions sre led by racism/misogynoir and certain viewers being uncomfortable with the idea of a very unambiguous, unapologetically black character being paired with the white male lead. Because it shakes that image and perception of women like this being lower on the attraction scale in society (even though Syd (and Ayo indeed) is absolutely stunning).

Another reason for this strong resistance is... well... still racism/misogynoir but more insidious. It's the kind overlayed by the modernized Madonna/whore complex.

Now this complex in on a very long spectrum (and I won't go to deep into explaining this subject, you can find various articles on it) but on the lower end, it is often not very glaring and can be well hidden under the guise of caring too much about the character(s).

For the ones who want a completely sexless character(s), the reasoning often being that the characters are way too complex and well rounded to bother with another sexual layer, mostly directed at Sydney. This is classic madonna-ism.

And it is objectification!

The idea that a character being portrayed as a sexual being among other things ie, truly multidimensional, is a subtraction to that character is doing the exact thing you claim to seek not to do.

The next is the group who think Carmy and Syd's relationship is too special to be "tainted" by sex. The "has to be platonic" group. They describe it as some kind of pure, sacred thing in its complexity and intricacy and so it has to remain puritanically pedestalized and untouched by carnality.

“Where such men love, they have no desire, and where they desire, they cannot love.”

This is a quote from Freud himself describing the Madonna/whore complex. The pure woman is not supposed to be seen sexually as her value is depends on her "virtuousness" so the man who loves her must not desire her that way but must direct such desires away to the whore/mistress.

It is an iteration of this idea that is being placed on Syd and Carmy. A lot of this group don't have a problem with the characters having sex, just absolutely NOT with each other, so they'll have just anybody else play love interests to them. Anybody, no matter how bland or one dimentional. In this version of the Madonna/whore complex, Claire is fine to be the "whore", ie, the object of lust for Carmy - except in this case, it doesn't diminish her in any way. It, infact, raises her value to most viewers or at least it stays the same. But Syd for some weird reason stands to be devalued if she is an object of lust by the same man. A lot have verbally displayed disgust, on their behalf, at the idea of the possibility that these two adults from completely different backgrounds and histories, who hardly even know each other all that much yet, could be attracted to each other. Some have even described it as some form of incest. Wild.

And don't get me wrong, platonic relationships are absolutely beautiful and there's nothing wrong with two people having a deep, complex and intricate platonic connection. It's also ok if that deep, complex and intricate connection is also romantic/sexual. Sex does not degrade, diminish or defect.

The fact that the show, characters and relationships are so complex and nuanced doesn't close off room for them to also be portrayed as sexual beings. That's just a cop out. In fact the reason we relate with the characters and the show so much is because of how close they are to real life.

And in real life, sometimes...a lot of times...we fuck!

And that is not just ok but actually a beautiful thing.

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The Devil Wears Armani 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

—posting to the correct blog lol—

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The appletini at girls' night does little to ease you through a restless night. You’re not a traveller. You’ve never flown before. The only reason you have a passport is it was required for the job. You didn’t expect to actually use it. 

You give into consciousness around 3am and double check your bag for everything you need. You forego your usual coffee as you fear an anxious bladder adding to your addled state. You still can’t figure out why Mr. Stark told you to come along. You don’t have anything blocked into his calendar. He’s had weekend meetings before but you usually pop into zoom to take notes and nothing else. 

You spare the fare for a cab as the streetcar isn’t in service yet and you don’t feel like venturing into the underground at this hour. The ride is swift in the dead streets of the city. You don’t think you’ve ever seen them so empty. 

You arrive at the airport and realise you’re missing a very important piece. A boarding pass? Terminal information? Any sort of direction to find where you need to be. Well, it never hurts to ask for help even if you don’t get it. 

You enter and go to the counter. The woman behind it looks tired as dark rings stain her sockets and she fixes her smile to greet you. You nervously clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. 

“Hi, I... I’m supposed to be flying, er, private? I work for Tony Stark?” You creak out through your dry throat. You need water. 

“Mr. Stark?” She lowers her brow, “do you have proof of employment?” 

“Erm, yeah,” you unhook your keyring from your purse and shove it towards her. Your company ID is hooked onto the cluster of novelty attachments and keys. 

“I need to make a call,” she says as she examines your identification. 

Great. 

You bob nervously on the other side of the counter as the attendant speaks quietly into the speaker. Your phone buzzes and you jingle the keys as you find it. Stark has sent you a simple message; ‘Terminal 1, tarmac. Now.’ 

As you peek up over the counter, the woman hangs up. “You need to head up to Terminal 1. Find an employee there, in a white shirt like mine, and show them this.” She kits a few keys and her printer grinds with great effort. She hands you a boarding pass but most of it is empty. There’s only a code at the bottom. 

You thank her and head off. You scramble through security, walking through the scanner as your bag rides the conveyor through and x-ray. You retrieve your things on the other side and run off to reach Mr. Stark before he gets too impatient. He’s probably already agitated. 

You check your watch. It’s only 5:01am. You’re on time, right? 

You follow the signs to terminal one and find a large man standing by a ramp entrance. You approach him and show him the pass. He points you to another employee at the far end as he talks over his walkie talkie to them. You cross the tiled floor to meet the man and he beckons you towards another ramp. 

You’re led down to the tarmac and left to shuffle across it on your own. You’re only told to approach big jet waiting by a tower set of stairs. There’s an attendant at the bottom who greets your brightly and you show the pass again.  

“Mr. Stark is expecting you. May I take your bag?” She offers. 

“No thank, I can handle it,” you nod and lift the bag off its wheels. 

You climb a stair at a time and pass another attendant at the top. She directs you to leave your bag in the front carriage and you roll it behind the wall of webbing there. You turn to the ivory curtain and peek through tentatively. The movement of fabric draws Mr. Stark’s gaze from his phone. 

“Get in here,” he demands, “about time, George. I was about to fall asleep.” 

You push through and near him, “sir, did you need coffee?” 

“They got the long-legged ones for that,” he waves away your offer with his lecherous allusion to the pretty, tall attendants. “Sit.” 

You look at the chair on the other side of the table, across from him, and you hesitate. You lower yourself into the cushy seat and cross one leg over the other, your foot bouncing anxiously. You clutch your hands together and stare at Mr. Stark. 

“You look tired as hell,” he cackles. 

“Sir, it’s early.” 

“Ah, don’t let that ruin an all-inclusive. Tell me, Georgie, a girl like you, are you jet-setting every weekend? You got billionaires flying you to the Caribbean on the reg? Didn’t think you were the popular type.” 

“No, sir, I--” you try not to wince at his insinuation. You are all too aware that you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder he sits atop of. “Thank you for this. It’s very nice of you to bring me along.” 

“You are very welcome,” he says smugly, “move.” 

He points to the seat next to him. 

“Oh, uh,” you pull your hands apart and push yourself up with the armrests, “sorry.” 

He grunts, irritated, and signals with two fingers. As an attendant approaches, you sidle around the table and in front of Stark to get to the other seat. You feel a brush on your thigh but ignore it. It’s a tight squeeze.  

He asks for an espresso as you lower yourself down. He reaches over and pinches the fabric of your pants, just at the top of your knee. He sniffs. 

“This isn’t very Caribbean-friendly. You’re gonna sweat your tits off,” he derides. 

You try not to show your embarrassment, ignoring the urge to cover your chest at his comment. Out of habit, you put on your usual attire. A cardigan, a tidy blouse, and slacks. He huffs again and tugs at the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“Get rid of this,” he demands. 

“Oh, uh...” You sit forward as you undo the single button and you shrug out of the wool. He swipes it away and tosses it on the floor.  

The attendant returns with his espresso and gathers up your cardigan as you send her an apologetic look. Stark takes his coffee and tastes it before setting it on the table. He turns to you and clucks again. You let out a squeak as he reaches to pop the top button of your blouse, then the next. You flatten yourself to the seat helplessly. 

“Better, gotta let those things breathe,” he winks and sits back with a smirk. 

[kamotecue]

her apology ✮ l. walti

pairing: lia walti x fem!reader

part two of here

the shuffling of blankets were heard, as you moved around in the hotel bed. the game against switzerland made you a little bit restless, it was the way her shoulder had hit you, almost knocking you to the ground—if ana didn’t catch you, it could’ve risked your recovery time. you sighed before throwing the blanket up, resting your back against the head board.

are you hungry? - aitana signed, as you gave her a little nod. you haven’t wore the hearing aids since the match, there was a bit discomfort due to the uproar when you had went down.

i have plans with ana for brunch, wanna join? - you signed, as aitana gave you a nod, as she handed you the clothes that you had set aside last night. it was grey loose plaid pants, a simple white polo shirt and your gold necklace that had your name in cursive a gift from mapi.

the brace was already on, as you handed aitana your wallet and phone, she quickly placed it in her bag and the two of you were already off. as the two of you made your way through the plaza, you were noticed mainly by barcelona fans—the two of you politely smiled, and greeted them as you passed by.

when you arrived at the restaurant, your eyes searched the place as aitana raised her hand—guiding you to the table ana was sitting at, she was joined by a few of her teammates. but your eyes were on their captain who refused to look at you, aitana had sat in front of lia, while you were in front of ana.

really? - a scowl was seen on your face, as you signed at ana who had an amused look on her face, it was a look that you desperately wanted to remove. aitana gave you a little nudge as you turned to look at her—your phone was held out as you grabbed it giving her a small thanks.

what? you need to solve whatever this is, n/n. - ana gestured with a laugh as you glared at her, but the attention was brought to the waiter as he approached the table. you had sat up straight, finally reaching through your pocket to fish out the container. the pop was heard, as you hummed before pulling it out—gaining lia’s attention.

“i’ll have what you’ll have, tana.” your soft voice was heard, as aitana hummed taking note of your words, ana had simply gave you a smile as you tore your eyes away from the menu—quickly looking at your phone, the heap of messages from your agent as offers were coming to a close.

the rumors are true, you won’t be renewing your contract with barca. instead you’ll sign to a new team, rumors have it you’ll enter the french league, or the wsl league—others think you’ll sign for real madrid.

“poniéndoselos por fin? [finally putting them on?]” aitana asked, as you fidgeted with your phone.

“los quitaré pronto. [i will remove them soon.]” a nod was given as the table had engaged in a small conversation, you had occasionally replied—not knowing how a certain player had looked at you.

you were consuming her thoughts, it wasn’t like her to brush off a player. but when you didn’t respond after her making an effort in english, she thought you had ignored her. but everything was clear when you brought out the case, and she felt ashamed of her actions.

that night, her first search on instagram was your page—there were photos of you with the barcelona team, the spanish national team but there wasn’t enough photos of you by yourself.

as everyone finished up, it was time to pay—the bill was split in half. you paid for your meal, aitana’s, ana’s and lia’s. it was something the swiss player hadn’t expect, but she had gave you a thankful smile to which you returned with a curt nod.

the rest of their teammates decided to head back early, leaving the two swiss duo, you and aitana alone.

“shall we look around?” you shrugged, as aitana gave ana a nod. aitana and ana had led the group, while the two of you hung back. the crutches were the most annoying part of this.

“leon.” a soft yet gentle voice was heard beside you, as you tore your eyes away from the two ahead to lock eyes with the swiss captain.

“walti.” you had said, the pair had watched from a few feet ahead, whispering on what could possibly happen.

“i’m sorry for the way i acted, after the match.” lia replied, as you analyzed her eyes—the features catching you off-guard as you averted your eyes.

“it’s fine, i didn’t really mind it.” of course, you did mind it—afraid that you did something that she didn’t like.

[never-enough-books-ever]

Mine and only

Avery x Jameson

A/n: I will tell you guys beforehand that I'm writing after a veryyyy long time and I have never written between charecters so this is gonna be absolute shit so heed all warnings. I had this idea for god knows how long and today was finally my day off so I wanted to get it down with🙏🙏

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Avery pov

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jameson asked suddenly, breaking me out of my thought process. I was looking at him like that because I was realising how much in love I was with him but he didn't need to know that. It would inflate his ego far too much

“Nothing. I just spaced out” I tell him. We were planning the riddles and the next games of the grandest game together when I just spaced out. I was thinking of a way to surprise him because he had been too restless lately, more so than usual.

Jameson had been tapping a pen against the table, a rhythm too quick to be casual, his restless energy filling the room. He didn’t notice when Nash strolled in, humming Lover under his breath, but I did. It was an innocent enough moment—Nash probably didn’t realize he’d just handed me the perfect idea.

Jameson needed a distraction, something out of the ordinary, and I had just the idea.

“Back in five,” I told him, standing abruptly.

Jameson tilted his head, his sharp green eyes narrowing in curiosity. “And here I thought we were deep in the throes of game planning.”

“We are,” I said, grabbing my phone as I walked out. “I just had an epiphany.”

I didn’t give him a chance to ask more questions, slipping into the hallway and shooting a quick message to Xander:

Need your help. Candlelight dinner. Karaoke. Don’t ask. Just be discreet

The reply came almost instantly:

I live for this level of chaos. Consider me in. Do we need fire extinguishers?

Hopefully not. But, knowing us, maybe bring one.

Xander: I’ll bring 2:)

With Xander on board, I got to work. The kitchen staff didn’t bat an eye when I asked for their help setting up a private candlelit dinner in one of Hawthorne House’s more intimate dining rooms.

By the time everything was ready, the dining room glowed with a golden light, candles flickering across the pristine tablecloth. The theater room, just down the hall, waited for its big moment.

Now came the tricky part: getting Jameson there without ruining the surprise.

I found him exactly where I’d left him, still flipping through a notebook of potential riddles for the Grandest Game. His knee was bouncing slightly—a telltale sign of his restlessness.

“Come with me,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.

He glanced up, his brow quirking in suspicion. “Where to?”

“You’ll see.”

“Do I need to solve a puzzle first?” he asked, his grin teasing but curious.

“Not this time,” I replied, offering him my hand. “Just trust me.”

He stood, his gaze flickering with intrigue, and took my hand without hesitation. I led him through the hallways, my heart pounding with equal parts excitement and nerves. Jameson was a master at unraveling surprises—would he figure it out before we even got there?

The moment we entered the candlelit dining room, he stopped short. His eyes swept over the table, the soft glow of the candles reflected in his pupils.

“Avery,” he said, his voice low and almost reverent. “What is this?”

“A distraction,” I admitted. “You’ve been restless lately, and I thought…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze.

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. “You thought what?”

“That you could use a break,” I said, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “A little fun. No riddles, no games. Just… this, us.”

“It’s perfect,” he said softly, while smiling.

Dinner was a quiet affair, filled with easy conversation and the occasional teasing remark from Jameson, but there was an undercurrent of anticipation. He didn’t know about the next part yet, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

After the last of the dishes had been cleared, I stood and offered him my hand again. “We’re not done.”

“There’s more?” His grin was back, sharp and eager. “You’re spoiling me, Heiress.”

I led him down the hall to the theater room, pushing the door open with a flourish. The soft glow of the LED stars greeted us, and Jameson’s eyes lit up as he took in the karaoke setup.

“Karaoke?” he said, his tone somewhere between surprise and delight. “Avery Kylie Grambs, You’re full of surprises tonight.”

“Not just any karaoke,” I clarified, motioning for him to sit on the oversized couch positioned perfectly in front of the makeshift stage. “This one’s for you.”

Before he could process what I meant, I grabbed the microphone, queued up the song, and stepped into the spotlight.

The piano intro to Taylor Swift’s “London Boy” began to play. Jameson leaned forward, his lips parting in disbelief as my voice filled the room.

“I love my London boy…”

I couldn’t help but grin at his reaction. He looked equal parts amused and astonished, his trademark smirk softening into something warmer, something unguarded.

As I sang, I poured everything into the performance—every playful tease, every bit of affection I couldn’t quite put into words. I twirled, I gestured, and I even managed a wink that made Jameson chuckle out loud.

“Oh, I fancy you…”

As the song went on, I felt myself relax, reveling in the way Jameson watched me, his gaze never wavering. When the final line faded into silence, I let the microphone drop to my side, my heart pounding.

Jameson stood and crossed the room in a few swift strides. “That,” he said, his voice low and filled with something I couldn’t quite place, “was the most ridiculous, over-the-top, utterly perfect thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Even better than your puzzles?” I teased, trying to mask my nerves.

He didn’t answer, not with words. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand brushing mine. “Thank you,” he said, his tone soft and sincere. “For knowing exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t.”

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through me. “You’re welcome, Hawthorne. Now, are you going to sing, or am I the only one embarrassing myself tonight?”

“Oh, Heiress.” His grin returned, mischievous and full of life. “You should know by now—I never back down from a challenge.”

And just like that, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne grabbed the microphone, ready to turn the night into a duet of chaos and laughter.

[illubean]

One of Those Crazy Girls

"Are we really over now? Maybe I can change your mind!"

In which your, now ex, boyfriend dumps you without explanation, and you just can't accept it. (AKA you're the delusional and crazy ex gf)

Characters: Suguru Geto Type: Oneshot, Angst, Fem!Reader

Inspired by (One of Those) Crazy Girls by Paramore.

Warnings: breaking and entering lol

"I think we need to slow down," the black haired man started. The two of you were standing at a park, underneath the barren, snow covered trees in the midst of January. The cold bit at the apple of your cheeks as well as the tip of your nose, as you stood clad in a scarf and a winter coat Suguru had gifted you for your birthday about a year ago.

"What do you mean? Like you want some more time to just focus on us?" you asked, confused. You pulled one of your gloved hands from your pockets, going to reach for the man before you. He gently grasped your wrist, stopping you.

"I'm afraid you have things backwards. I'm breaking up with you, Y/n."

"Haha, funny joke Sugu. You know we're gonna be forever," you chuckled before seeing that his face was completely serious. Your smile faltered at his expression as your heart shattered at his next words.

"I'm sorry, but this is goodbye."

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It had been nearly a week since Suguru broke things off, and in that time you have sent him countless messages, calling his phone every time you got a chance. He had received nearly a hundred voicemails from you alone.

"Hey Sugu! Why did you just leave so suddenly yesterday? Call me back when you can, okay? Love you!"

"Suguru, did you get my messages? Call me back please! I love you!

"Hey, why aren't you answering me? Can we talk? Please?"

"You couldn't have been serious when you said you wanted to break up. Are we really over now?? What did I do wrong? Maybe I can change your mind! Please call me back Sugu. I can't live without you! I swear, I'll never love again! Please can we just fix this?"

You were slowly going mad as time went on. You needed something, anything to just let you know Suguru was at least okay. You decided you needed to see him at least one last time if he was actually serious about all this.

"Hi Suguru. I'm about to board a bus to Tokyo. I just really need to see you. I really do love you, okay? See you soon."

You looked around as you boarded the bus, gripping one of the handrails once you found a spot. Your eyes scanned the interior, glancing over all the other passengers. There was a couple around your age in front of you, the man holding a protective arm around his partner. Then an elderly couple sitting in the seats next to you, holding onto each other lovingly as they talked about their day. There was even two children holding hands nearby.

You couldn't take this anymore.

Everything reminded you of Suguru.

You sighed as you looked down at you feet, attempting to ignore those around you. You couldn't wait for this bus ride to be over.

As the bus pulled up to the stop, people shuffled out the doors and went their own respective ways. Your feet led you down the familiar path through the city. It didn't take long for you to reach your destination, looking up to the sign on the side of the building.

'Mitsumasu Apartments'

Suguru's apartment complex.

You pushed open the front gate, making your way up the stairs to the third floor and stopping in front of a door reading "341".

You raised your fist to knock on the door before hesitating for a moment.

What the hell were you doing here?

Your voice of reason was small in the back of your mind, but none the less, it was there. You weighed your options as you stood staring at the dark metal door before you. It was obvious Suguru never wanted to see you again, as he had basically went no contact. But you just couldn't help yourself.

Without any further hesitation, you knocked on the door three times before awaiting a response. But nothing came. So you tried again.

Knock knock knock.

A beat of silence.

Knock knock knock.

Nothing again.

Huffing in frustration you knocked one last time, much more aggressive this time before concluding that you would just let yourself in if he wouldn't.

Stepping off of the door mat, you crouched down to retrieve the spare key you knew he hid there. Unlocking and pushing the door open, you looked around to see the place was exactly the same as when you had last been there. Not a thing was out of place.

"Suguru! Quit ignoring me and face me like a man!" You yelled into the empty apartment, only to be met with silence once again. Letting out an irritated huff, you entered the apartment, closing the door behind you. Your eyes scanned the living room before you popped your head into the kitchen, checked the bathroom, and finally, Suguru's bedroom.

He really just wasn't home.

Your shoulders slumped as you felt defeated, going through all these lengths to get ahold of the man you love only to come up empty handed. Even in his own home. Your feet mindlessly took you towards his closet, which you opened and peered into to find your favorite hoodie of his front and center.

It was always so warm and smelled just like him.

Holding the hoodie to your chest, you flop down onto his bed, curling up on your side as you buried your face into the fabric.

It was just as you remembered.

The scent of Suguru filled your senses, as you curled into yourself even further. Tears slipped passed your eyes, your body trembling while soft sobs escaped your lips.

You missed him more than anyone could ever imagine.

You layed there in your own sorrow, disregarding the rest of the world around you. Memories of your time spent in this very room came flooding back to you, causing your tears to fall much quicker. Your thoughts began to spiral into what could've been. The future you always wanted; getting married to Suguru and having at least two kids. But just like that, your plans became dreams that slipped right past your fingers and out of reach.

Before your thoughts could venture any further, you were brought back to reality by the sound of that smooth voice you knew all too well.

"L/n?"

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 11

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers

Warnings: Slow burn - slightly Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - idiots in love - homophobia - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: It was Agatha all along, America confronts Wanda, and you and Wanda are walking on thin ice about ready to break.

As always, English is no my mother tongue, so please forgive the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 11

Setting Expectations

The Winter Festival was one of the most important festivities celebrated in the school.

It had been the founders tradition, your grandmother had always inspired others, and was always ready to give them a chance to shine by showing on their leadership and creative thinking. The fact that you were paired up with Wanda Maximoff so many years after the tradition started was something you never imagine possible. Her ideas, as well as her willingness to always be kind made of that year one of the most impressive festivals ever.

The week had been divided into seasons, and each day held a different kind of decoration as well as different offers of cultures, food and entertainments that resembled Christmas in different parts of the world. The students had been lucky enough to share the colours of Spring, Summer and Autum so far while Winter was reserved to the last day of the week and when the Winter Yule Ball would be done.

Wanda had been so proud to see the school decorated and enjoying the different activities you two had planned. For her it was always a joy to see the fountains decorated with LED colours while the stands were filled with food and games, with movies and music representing the world and showing the students the diversity of the world. Natasha and the rest of the school board had been impressed, Tony was already trying to convince Wanda to be part of his engagement team and Thor and Sif had asked Wanda her skills to organize birthday parties.

The young woman found herself soon being praise by these people she had just gotten to meet a few months ago. A part of Wanda was amazed at what she had missed most of her life, the doubts would come into her mind from time to time, but she was always ready to quiet them down by looking at all the progressed she had made. Wanda’s mind drifted towards the divorce papers she had signed, along with the documents for the full custody of the twins. Her life had certainly changed, and now all she got to do was to live her life to its fullest; and in this very thought, she couldn’t help but see you there.

Wanda allowed a tiny smile to show on her face, America shifted on her chair glancing at the message that you had sent a few moments ago to let your sister know you had arrived at the school grounds. America had gotten used to you coming over, every day you had been there ready to supervise that everything was working as it was supposed to, Maria would send you some notifications to your mobile to keep you up to day to the office but most of the time you found yourself sharing your time with the woman and the children that had, little by little sneaked inside your heart and life in ways you or your sister never imagined.

The sound of laughter filled the classroom, America jerked around when a hand fell on her desk and she could see Loki giving her a knowing glance. The young woman sighed turning to her friends then to her teacher that was writing the assignment for the Winter break on the board.

“Are you going to do it?” Loki almost whispered, Yelena tilted her head shooting America a quick glance before returning her attention to her notebook.

“I think so, yes.” America cocked her head, she bit on her lower lip before turning to Kate.

Kate offered a sympathetic smile, she hesitated before placing her hand, “do you want us to stay over?”

America glanced at Kate’s hand then back into the girls eyes.

“Nah, I think this is something I need to do alone. You guys go on ahead and I’ll meet you in the park.”

Just as America was saying this Wanda turned around wearing a grin, her hands placing themselves on the desk while her eyes swept around the room. Everyone was already packing their stuff, many of them talking and laughing while watching their watches and the door. Wanda rolled her eyes with the same smile still in place.

“Well, guys, seeing as everyone is ready to just run out of the window,” Wanda snorted when there were some cheers from the back, she lifted her hands waving at them, “yes, I know everyone is excited for the dance and the festival, so I will give you these ten minutes and see you tomorrow.”

“Professor Maximoff!! You are the QUEEN!” Sam Wilson screamed from the back and soon he was leaving the room.

The group all glanced at one another before everyone grabbed their things, Wanda had busied herself with her phone wearing the all-familiar smile the teens had come to associate with the conversations she had with you. Kate stayed behind her hand firmly placed around America’s one.

“I’ll wait for you outside, good luck.” The young brunette hesitated before leaning in and kissing America on her cheek, the both of you shared a timid smile before Kate also left the classroom.

Soon the classroom was empty with only Wanda and America in it.

America sat with her back completely straight up, her dark eyes focused on the young woman sitting by the professor’s desk. She had played with these thoughts for more than a week, the decision to actually have a conversation with her sister and with Wanda taking form after America had find out about the past of her teacher. She had never had the need to intervene in her sister’s personal life, America understood her place but also the limits of her relationship with her sister and while the both of them listened to one another and advice one another, they had never dared to go this far.

This was the reason of her doubts.

To actually step closer and have a conversation with Wanda, even before anything had happened would risk everything Y/N had been working on to gain. America knew her sister was more than a little attracted to Wanda, she knew Y/N so well she was pretty certain the older woman was already far too in love with Wanda to back down now. America let out a heavy sigh, she grabbed her bag and stood up making her way to a now shocked Wanda.

“America, is everything alright? Do you need something?” There was something in the seriousness America was wearing that made Wanda nervous. She tried to look casual, following with her eyes as America sat down putting her back on the floor.

“America?” Wand asked tentatively.

America took a deep breath, “I’ve wanting to talk to you, professor.”

The request caught Wanda by surprised, she leaned over furrowing her brows and trying to hide her nervousness with a half-smile.

“Sure, is there something the matter? I mean, this is quite surprising.” The question this time around came insistent, her voice strained as she tried to gauge America’s intentions.

For more than a minute America remained silent looking everywhere but at Wanda. The other woman tapped on the table before leaning forward, her lips twitching slightly trying to hold back how strange this moment was for her.

“America, you are kind of making me anxious here.” Wanda finally stated leaning forward. “Did something happen with Billy and Tommy? With your sister? With you?”

“I’ve been planning this conversation over and over, and I think there is not a right way to start it,” America sighed leaning back while dropping her head back, smiling with her eyes now totally focused on Wanda, “my sister is everything to me, you know? And I know how much she has sacrificed for me and for herself. Right now, you and her…well, something is happening, isn’t it?”

There was a deep tense silence all around the classroom, Wanda was left speechless with her eyes slightly opened and the air leaving her lungs. America just waited for the shocked to leave Wanda, perhaps to hear her give the explanation she was looking for.

“America…” Wanda started but she could not say anything else, this was something she knew she would need to confront sooner or later. But she just didn’t expect for America to be the first one to bring the subject up.

Though, Wanda shouldn’t be surprised, America and Y/N had a sisterly relationship that had deepened after their parents death. Wanda had seen the overprotective nature of Y/N when talking and helping America, and she had seen the way America was always trying to protect her sister and make sure that happiness was something possible for her.

“Look, I know you and Y/N had not talked about anything at all, but I’m not fool, you know? I have seen you and I just…” America clamped her mouth shut before speaking again, “do you like my sister?”

The question was finally out there, and while Wanda had already been confronted by Hope and Natasha, she was now facing a different person that actually could be affected by Wanda’s answer. The woman took a deep breath not able to hold America’s eyes any longer and instead looking right outside the window.

“I know you do, you know? I mean, it’s pretty obvious, really.” America rolled her eyes when Wanda turned sharp, green eyes her way.

“Obvious?” Wanda almost stuttered and America merely smirked.

“You have spent most of your time with us ever since Tommy got sick, and I have seen the way you are around Y/N, I just want to make sure that you’re not going to hurt her.” America shrugged resting her elbows on the table while looking outside the window as well. “I want my sister to be happy, and you know? You have made her happy as of late, so…”

“Is it really that important for you to know?” Wanda dropped her face furrowing her brows, “if I answer your question things may change, you know? And I’m not sure…I don’t think…”

Wanda trailed off unable to finish her sentence, there was a long silence once more in which America had thought about the conversation. Not many things were aid, and yet she knew she got her question answered, Wanda did like Y/N she was still unsure on how to proceed. Which was not surprising, America had the feeling this was the first woman Wanda had been attracted to. With more courage that she really felt America decided to finish the conversation with what she had really come to say.

“I understand. You don’t have to say anything to me, Professor.” Wanda lifted her eyes, dread filling up her mind the moment she crossed eyes with America, there was something in the serious façade of the young woman that was making Wanda nervous.

“What else do you want to say to me, America?”

America leaned back and, after a moment of doubt she spoke, her voice deep and concern broke into Wanda’s mind like a bucket of cold water.

“I know you are still married, professor, and that the reason you are here is because your husband is a bad man.” America could see her words affecting Wanda, but once she started she couldn’t stop. “I know that you are hiding from him, and I will assure you, Professor, that your secret is safe with me, I would never put you or Billy and Tommy in danger.”

The air around Wanda was sucked into a void, the world around her eyes turned blurry and unsteady just as she opened her mouth to say something. She couldn’t say anything, though, she just sat there trying to comprehend what was happening.

“I know that your husband is a bad man, and that he hurt you and the twins so bad that right now he has a restraining order against him and a petition of divorce on your part, and full custody of your children.” America clamped her mouth shut, waiting silently as Wanda processed everything she just said.

The silence that followed America’s words was deafening.

Tension grew in between them, Wanda had her eyes fixated on an invisible spot hearing the blood bombed through her ears. She could feel her lungs filling up with air, only for it to leave as soon as it was in, the world started spinning around and she was just grateful of being on her seat. Her hands clenched tightly, with her brows knitting together.

“How?” Wanda was confused and extremely annoyed. Did Y/N know about this? Was she aware of Wanda’s situation the whole time? Did she send her sister to talk about this?

Questions like these ones ran through her mind, she was getting red in the face and being it by shame or anger she was not sure anymore. America could see the overwhelming range of emotions crossing on Wanda’s face waiting patiently for the final outburst.

“I---I suspect something was up with you, and my sister…” America trailed off tensing the muscles of her face. “Look, Professor, I love her so much, she is the only family I have left. She may not show it too much, but she really is like a marshmallow inside hot chocolate.”

Whatever anger or confusion Wanda felt at the moment was soon diminished by this comment; it had been the best description she could heard of you.

“She really is…she likes you, a lot,” America continued, “and you are this new person with two kids, you were a mystery in itself, I need to make sure you are good enough for my sister.”

“By violating my privacy, America?” The question came with a cold reproach.

America winced lifting her hand to scratch the back of her neck, much like her sister did whenever she was nervous.

“I…I just…look, everything pointed to something strange, and the twins, well they did help some by telling me things they shouldn’t. Probably.”

Another uncomfortable silence fell between them, Wanda leaned back holding back the tears that were threatening to leave her eyes. 

“Does she know?” She finally asked in a thin voice.

America opened her eyes wide, shaking her head.

“Y/N doesn’t know I couldn’t tell her!”

“But if you could tell her…” Wanda pressed but America scoffed, still denying this with gestures.

“No, I love my sister but this is not my story to tell, Professor.” America shrugged before continuing. “Look, all I know is that in the last couple of months you and my sister had become closer, and as time passes I can see the affection she holds for you and the twins, I don’t want her to get hurt because she has done so much, and she has also suffered so much I just want to make things as easier for her as she does for me.”

Wanda was not sure how to react to such a confession. On one hand, she felt her trust betrayed by her student, she had trusted America from the very first time Natasha recommended her and hearing this invasion to her privacy made her doubt the young woman in front of her. On the other hand, she understood why America had done it, it didn’t excuse her, but Wanda understood.

“I know what I did was wrong, and perhaps I should have asked you first.”

“You should have, yes.” Wanda replied cooly, America winced shrugging.

“I know, but I did it and I just…” America trailed off lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry you have to go through all of that, Professor. I’m kinda glad I know this mainly because now I understand Tommy and Billy better. And even you.”

Wanda shifted on the chair lowering her eyes, America continued knowing she didn’t have much time of this conversation.

“Now, Professor, my confession to my crime comes also with a demand.” America made sure to never back up from the glare Wanda was sending her way.

“Do you think you are in position of demanding something of me?” Wanda inquired with a hint of disbelief; America nodded curtly.

“My sister deserves to know everything, Professor.”

Wanda dropped her jaw at such demand, but America didn’t change her posture or the glint of determination in her eyes.

“Y/N really likes you; I don’t think this is a secret, and as such, I think she deserves to know everything about you and the situation you are in.” America gulped leaning closer. “I promise you won’t regret it, and I know Y/N would be able to help you, she won’t let anything bad happen to you and the twins. But before you and her cross that line you and I both know you will cross, I think she deserves to know everything.”

Wanda sat dumbfounded on the chair, her mind processing everything that America had just shared with her. The fact that America knew everything, all the gross details of her past with Vision, of her divorce, of the court orders; Wanda felt her life exposed in ways she never thought possible. Her past was something she tried to protect from shame and fear of it coming back to haunt her and repeating itself. She was afraid of falling into Vision’s hands again, but more so of his threat of ending the life of her children while taking her to places where she could never escape.

Wanda was no fool, she knew sooner or later this part of her life would come out into the light, it was part of the process of healing and facing her demons. But she wished it had come out on her terms, she lifted her face and could see America was getting nervous, the guilt hidden behind her overprotective nature. Wanda understood why America had done what she did, it was quite obvious America didn’t let pass the strange events at the very beginning of her career as a babysitter to the twins, or those scars she could have seen when helping them getting dress, or even Wanda’s erratic behaviour at the very beginning.

“Professor?”

“You betray my trust, America.” Wanda all but whispered, her voice breaking at the very end making America winced. “When I first came here I only trusted Natasha, and then you came in like an angel to help me with the twins, and now finding that you went out of the way to find about my past, it is disappointing.”

America’s face fell, “I know.”

“I understood why you did it.” Wanda continued frowning. “I just wish you have come to me first, I don’t know what to say or do now, I just…”

“Professor, there is nothing to do or say, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have and that’s why I’m telling you this.” America hesitated chewing on her lower lip before continuing, “I really love Billy and Tommy, you know? And then, when you start spending more time with Y/N, I just knew that I need to know you were good enough for her, then after finding out everything I…I give it a thought and well, is not my story to tell, is yours, Professor, that’s why I want you to consider this and tell my sister everything.”

Wanda was taken aback; she shook her head, opening her mouth in disbelief.

“You want me to tell Y/N this? Why would…” Wanda started but America stopped her by standing up and approaching the older woman.

“Professor, my sister is everything to me,” America started without letting go of Wanda’s eyes, “and you have become everything to her, she needs to know and believe me when I tell you that you won’t regret it. You won’t lose her. If anything, I think this is the last piece of the puzzle to make whatever you two want to happen.”

“You are asking too much, America.” Wanda looked away scowling.

“Do you love my sister?” America pressed over; Wanda felt her cheeks burn but she refused to back down. “Are you in love with her?”

“I don’t think…” Wanda stood up as well, “I think you are overstepping…”

“Please, Professor,” America dropped her stance, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears, “I know what I did is wrong, don’t punish her, please…I…I’m risking everything by telling you this, and is not fair that once more she has to sacrifice her happiness because of me. I just…think about it, please? Believe me, you won’t regret it, she will still love you regardless of your past, just…I’m sorry, ma’am.”

America sat down again, Wanda could see the tears rolling down the young woman’s cheeks and the confused stare in her eyes. It was quite evident she had not planned this conversation in the way it had come out to be. 

“I did plan to tell her, America, just not yet.” Wanda passed a hand through her hair, not really knowing what else to do or say, “this is not easy for me.”

“I know.” America mused over her own reasons before speaking again. “You and her had become close in the last couple of weeks, she is always out there protecting me and making everything in her power to make me happy, Just this time, I want to make sure she is happy.”

Whatever anger Wanda felt at the sudden invasion of her privacy, and whatever fear she held for her past and what it meant to her dissipated under the soothing statement coming from America. The both of them sat quietly for a moment, both of them going over their thoughts and what they should do next. 

“Y/N is getting here soon,” America finally broke the silence, she lifted her stare but Wanda was looking at some invisible spot on the wall, “I guess I better get going, Professor.”

The young woman stood up grabbing her bag pack again, she turned around but stopped at the door when Wanda called to her. 

“This won't change our relationship, America.” Wanda measured every word, gaging the reactions from the young woman, “it may take some time to process this, but I do understand why you did it.”

“Do you promise you won't hurt her? Can you promise that?”

The request came with a heavy load, Wanda could see that behind those simple questions America was trying to make sure you wouldn't be left in the dark with something as important as Wanda, Billy and Tommy's past. It was not fair to you and even with them if, whatever was happening with you and Wanda was built on a lie. Or a half true. 

“I won't hurt her, America. I couldn't.” Wanda hesitated before closing the conversation with a last confession. “She has become part of my world now and I couldn't bear to see her suffer because of this.”

America opened her eyes, she opened her mouth before nodding curtly and leaving the classroom. 

Wanda was finally left alone, she rested her back against the chair. Her eyebrows knitted together trying to comprehend what just happened. If she were to be honest with herself, she was not angry, upset yes, but not angry. Closing her eyes, she tried to identify the emotion navigating through her system, it made her limbs lighter with a glimpse of tranquillity in her mind. 

Wanda was relieved.

However they had found out about everything, however America had decided to get that information, the secret was out and Wanda was relief. She had feared the reaction from others but all she got from America was understanding and acceptance, she didn't see blame or disgust, or worse yet, a card they could take advent age of. 

Wanda glanced out of the window, she knew she needed to have this conversation with Y/N, it was something she had come to realize after that Saturday afternoon. With a heavy heart, and a tingle of anticipation, Wanda grabbed her things and went outside ready to meet with you. 

She would tell you everything. Soon. 

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The afternoon was cold, filled with newcomers that wanted to enjoy the Christmas Market that the school had opened for not only their local population but by those living around the city. You smiled proudly at the people coming in and out the place, everyone happy to shop and enjoy not only the different products but also the games and the entertainment you and Wanda had organized for that week. 

Natasha stood by your side, she turned a half smirk your way putting her mobile away. 

“You two really did a good job with this festival.” Natasha eyed you carefully, her arms resting at her sides. “And what you did in the auditorium, let me tell you they are going to love it.”

You chuckled putting a hand on your pocket, your head tilting slightly while your eyes travel around the sea of people coming in and out the school grounds and the street. 

“Well, we did try to make our best and Wanda was magnificent. She was the one who really came up with most of these ideas.”

Natasha arched her left eyebrow her lips twitching upwards. It had been a while since she heard that tone of voice in you, and even now it sounded different. There was not only affection by gentleness in there, but your whole features also softened while your eyes gleamed contentedly. It had been like that from some time now whenever you talk about Wanda or the other woman was close by. Natasha was happy to discover this newfound affection, she had seen it from afar and, while she had been a sceptic about Wanda wanting to go in a relationship with a woman, after having been with the both of them in meetings for the Winter Festival the older woman didn't have any doubts. 

They were standing on thin ice, waiting for the tension to be unbearable until the only option left would be to say what they need and they want from the other. 

There was one topic that bothered Natasha and that had been the Jarvis topic. She hated leaving you in the darkness about the man, but Maria had assured her everything was going according to plan, though as of late the man had been acting strange trying to get far closer to you. Asking questions about your whereabouts and where you live, about your family. Maria had been quite good at avoiding the direct confrontation, but this only showed both women that the man was not used to someone saying no to him. 

“Hey, earth to Tasha, are you here?” You waved a hand in front of her eyes, the woman blinked clearing her throat. 

“Sorry, I zoned out for a moment.” Natasha tried to ease your concerns by offering a wink. “Maria was asking me to be early today.”

“Ah, I see, hot sex with the wife.” You replied wiggling your eyebrows Natasha rolled her eyes slapping your shoulder playfully. 

“Jealous much?”

“Humph, please, why would I be jealous of her or you?” You winced noticing the smirk on the other woman's face. 

“Perhaps because I am getting some while you're still dancing around Wanda?”

“Shut up.” You tried to cover your blush, but it was too late. 

Natasha knew you well enough to know she was right. You dipped your head to the side, your eyes finally finding the woman you had been looking for. Natasha stood by your said leaning in she let her words sink in making sure the seed of longing was well-sow inside your heart. 

“There she is, smiling at you and her eyes lock on you. You should stop dancing around and go for it, Y/N, you two can be so happy if you just… Let go.”

Natasha stood to the side letting Wanda come right at you, just as you met the other woman half-way. Your heart leap inside your chest, with a horde of butterflies fluttering in your lower abdomen when Wanda sneaked her arms around you hugging you tightly. You fluttered your eyes closed enjoying the smell of her shampoo, the warmth of her body, and the overall affection she usually held in those green eyes for you. 

“Hey, you're here early.” Wanda whispered, stepping back before turning to Natasha. “Hey, what do you think. Natasha? Did it meet your expectations?”

“It exceeds them, Wanda, I told you that. I have always thought you were good at this.” Natasha couldn't hold back her smile watching as Wanda stepped closer to you, not leaving a lot of space between the both of you. 

“This is all thanks to Y/N,” Wanda turned to you smiling shyly at you when you grabbed her hand shaking your head while placing a single kiss on her knuckles. 

“She is being modest; this is all Wanda's idea.”

Natasha rolled her eyes lifting a hand to stop the reply from Wanda. 

“I knew you two were good for each other, I'm glad you guys are getting along just fine.”

Natasha kept the smirk on her face unfazed by your glare and Wanda's blush. 

“Now, if you excuse me, my wife is waiting for me and your children are coming this way.”

You kept your glare in watching as Natasha left leaving you with a blushing Wanda who was looking everywhere but at you. 

“Mommy!” Tommy came running until he was hugging Wanda tightly, Billy was also making his way to her but the other boy was slower with his eyes down. 

“Hey, sweetie, how was school today?” Wanda heard Tommy with her eyes falling on Billy who was now sniffing seeking with his hand that of America. 

“Hey, you didn't come by the classroom, where were you?” America asked you narrowing her eyes at you. 

“Making sure everything was working okay.” You nodded to Billy who was standing closer to your sister. “Is he okay?”

“I think he is coming down with the flu or something.” America turned to Wanda and both of the crossed stares before America turned to you. “You guys stayed until late yesterday, I think that didn't agree with the little guy over here.”

“Oh, Billy, how are you feeling?” This time around Wanda knelt to look at her child who was now pouting. 

“I'm fine.” But he sounded weak, with traces of a sour throat. 

Wanda frowned turning to you then to America, with Billy sick it would be almost impossible to stay there. Tommy stood by the side glancing at the scene with a concern frown. 

“Oh, baby I think we need to go home.” Wanda said standing up, she turned to you smiling apologetically. 

Ever since that almost confession on Saturday, the both of you had had a hard time to actually be alone or get a nice conversation. Wanda had chosen that day because of the storytelling event; it would be the perfect moment for you and her to just do something different. Just the two of you. 

“I think you're right.” You turned to America who could read you like a book, she rolled her eyes stretching her hand to you. 

“I'll take care of it.”

You grinned hugging her tightly while whispering in her ear. 

“Thank you, lil sister.”

“What…what are you..” Wanda started but you shrugged leaning closer to her, Wanda's breath caught in her throat when your hand sneaked inside her pocket and you grabbed the car keys in there. 

“Let me take you, Tommy and Billy home.” You spoke. “You can go in the back and I can drive you home and to the pharmacy if needed.”

“You don't have to do it.” Wanda replied in a weak tone, though her heart tugged painfully at her chest. 

“I know, I want to.” You turned to America. “Be careful and write me or call me. Don't be late.”

“Yes, yes, go on then, Billy really is not looking well.”

You knelt in front of the boy leaning in. 

“Billy, can I carry you?” 

Billy huffed grabbing America's hand, he glanced at you then at his mom, with a pout he nodded. You smiled thank him before picking him up in your arms, you turned to Wanda then fixing the boy in your arms letting your eyes go from Wanda to Tommy. 

“Okay, let's go home guys, and once there we can make dinner and make sure Billy feels better, you like that plan, Tommy?”

“Yeah.” Tommy replied shyly grabbing Wanda's hand. 

America watched as the four of you left the crowded field, she chewed on her lower lip think back on her conversation with Wanda for a moment she played with the idea of going with them but America decided against such an idea. She was being overprotective of her sister and the twins, she had come to love them and she would hate for them to be hurt in any way. The same went for you, America knew you were a fool sometimes, and even if you liked to make others think you were strong and untouchable in reality you were a romantic by heart, and a softy in general. America wished she could see the end of this growing relationship between Wanda and yourself for now she would need to be patient. With time the both of you would either stop dancing around one another or you would end up as good friends. America felt her phone vibrate and just as she was about to grab it she saw a woman with her phone out taking pictures of the road leading to the parking lot. 

America frowned but before she could see what the other woman was interested in her phone rang and she pick it up with a smile. 

“Hey Kate bear where are you at?”

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The drive back home was filled with Tommy's babble about his day and what he and Billy had done with the rest of the class in the festival. You would glance to the trio sitting in the back of the car every once in a while, your questions directing Tommy to a new subject that would distract him from being overly concern for his brother. 

It didn’t take too long for the twins to be put to bed; Wanda would fuzz around with you trying to hold her back while helping out Billy to get into bed after taking his medicine. Christine had been kind enough to provide the instructions, and a quick diagnostic based on the symptoms, with a promise to be there by the next morning. Wand was not sure how she could thank you for the attention, or what she did to earn your help and your affection.

The young woman leaned against wall; she was watching as you continued telling the story that was supposed to be shown that day to the rest of the students. Billy was drifting on and off to sleep while Tommy was listening attentively holding his dino plushie tightly against his chest. Wanda observed attentively to your gestures, the attention you pay to her children and how amazing you were being with them at all times.

Wanda knew at some point she had fallen for you.

“He doesn’t have a fever anymore.” Wanda blinked confused, she didn’t even notice when Tommy had finally fallen asleep or when you had stoop right in front of her.

“What?” You cocked a brow smiling at Wanda.

“Billy doesn’t have a fever anymore, are you alright?” Your whole face softened; your hand lifted to cup Wanda’s face. “He is going to be okay; you know? Some rest, and medication and he will be as good as new tomorrow.”

Wanda crossed her arms offering a weak smile, her thoughts had drifted away focusing in her relationship with you.

“Thank you, for being here.” She whispered leaning into your embrace, her face resting on your shoulder with her eyes closed.

“Hey, I don’t mind at all. I really love them, you know?” You whispered back, your words carrying with them a meaningful secret that Wanda was not yet ready to face.

At least, not that night.

“I know.” She straightened up, her face filled with unshed tears. “What do you say if we go for a cup of tea and watch something on the TV?”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea!” You grinned widely, following Wanda out of the twins room and into the kitchen.

It had become a routine to just fall into easy conversations about your day or hers, getting to know one another while sharing opinions on an specific topic. You loved it whenever you were able to rail Wanda up just by sharing a controversial opinion about something she liked, it was amusing to seer her eyes flame up and the words pilling out on her mouth while discussing and maintaining her point of view. That night could be like any other, if it wasn’t for the fact that you and she were dangerously close to one another, that Wanda had not stopped her casual touches on you or let her eyes drifted away from you for far too long. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were dying to just break the distance and kiss her they way you meant to kiss her last Saturday. The memory of that night still haunting you.

“That’s so no true!” She exclaimed hitting you with a pillow, you kept laughing lifting a protective arm to evade the pillow hits.

“It is!”

“How can you say they were on a break?!” Wanda huffed pointing to the TV in which you had paused Friends while making a face.

You lifted your arms, putting a leg on the sofa to face Wanda better. The tea had long been forgotten on the table, and Wanda was really looking offended at you though it was easy to guess she was quite amused by the whole discussion. It had been the only time during the afternoon and the evening that you could make her forget about her concerns, Billy had woken up twice now and while he didn’t have a fever, his throat and head had been hurting a lot.

“Look all I’m saying is that it was not clear, okay? Ross shouldn’t have slept with anyone no less than twenty-four hours after the ‘break’,” in here you made a quotation sign with your fingers, your lips tugging upwards, “but still, it felt like a breakup so really Rachel shouldn’t be complaining.”

“Now you’re just saying that to placate my wrath,” Wanda narrowed her eyes, you lifted your hands in a peace gesture shaking your head.

“Never.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, her lips finally breaking into a smile she had been holding back. You rested your head on your hand, your elbow on the back of the sofa; Wanda kept her eyes on the TV then turned to you.

“Do you think…” Wanda stopped thinking about her question, you dipped your head waiting for her to continue.

“What?” you asked curious.

“Do you think they should have ended up together?” The question came with a whisper, your eyebrows shoot up while you leaned back trying to catch the real question.

Wanda was not looking at you, instead of that she was playing with the hem of her shirt while waiting on your answer. You contemplated the possibilities that came with your answer, and what exactly was Wanda looking for. Without knowing exactly what you were getting into you cleared your throat straightening up to grab your mug filled with lukewarm tea.

“I think sometimes we do not chose who we fall in love with,” you kept your attention on your tea, out of the corner of your eyes you could see Wanda looking intently at you, “they were not good for one another the first time, and they had to work a lot in their relationship, but I think in the end they realized that love was not enough, you actually have to work for what you want and make sure that you do everything in your power to make it work.”

“My, Y/N that was quite deep.” Wanda teased though when you locked eyes with her you could see something else there.

You offered a weak smile chuckling, “I guess that’s experience, right?”

“I’m not sure, my own experience was…different.” Wanda replied wincing, you furrowed your brows but Wanda didn’t elaborate.

“And you, Wanda, do you think they should have ended up together?” You asked back, Wanda hesitated for a moment before sitting closer to you.

Your body went completely rigid, her hand rested softly on your knee and you could swear she was moving closer to you. Your heart was thumping so fast and so hard, you could almost make the tapping sound inside your ears, and you were pretty sure Wanda could hear it too.

“I think they gave themselves the chance to love again, and they found out that they really do work together.” Wanda’s voice was almost a whisper, and she squeezed your knee tenderly calling your attention and your eyes back to her face. “I think they should…be together, perhaps…hat time around everything will work out in their favour.”

You nodded leaning closer, “so, love is enough?”

“No, I think both of them are enough…”

You chuckled nodding while leaning closer as well, you could almost make out the shade of green in her eyes. How soft her skin looked, as well as the soft pink colouring of her cheeks and the timid smile on her puffy lips. Being this close to her was everything you had dreamt off for quite some time, and you knew the moment you close the distance you wouldn’t be able to kiss other lips or to think anything else but to try and make this woman happy. Wanda dropped her eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, she parted her lips and waited for you.

“Wanda…” You started but before you could close the distance, your phone rang.

You jumped startled, and Wanda just jerked away from you with her face a deep shade of red. You sought your phone while cursing lowly to the responsible for the interruption; your hand found your phone and soon you were glaring at the name of the screen. You lifted your face offering an apologetic smile that Wanda tried to return weakly.

“Hey, Hope, how you doing?” Your voice sounded strained, but you tried to pay attention to what your best friend was saying.

Wanda offered a weak smile before standing up and leaving you alone in the living room. She let her hands rested on the counter of the kitchen, closing her eyes she tried to regulate her heartbeat while making the mental image of you and your lips, of what almost happened.

“God, what am I doing?” She whispered knowing full well that all she wanted to do was to kiss you, to lean in and let your lips touch yours and perhaps forget all about the past and start living in the present.

Wanda placed a hand on her face, the memory imprinted in her mind smiling softly until you appeared in the kitchen clearing up your throat. By the look in your eyes, Wanda could teel you were leaving.

“Sorry, Hope was trying to help me out with something, and now it seems I will need to go.” You lifted a hand to scratch the back of your head, your eyes wandering around until the fell on Wanda. “But if you need anything at all…”

“I…I will call you, don’t worry.” Wanda tried to hide her disappointment but she couldn’t, you approached her taking her face in your hands.

The young woman gasped with her eyes going big, she leaned forward into your touch with anticipation. You gulped wanting nothing more than to kiss her, to finally close the distance and offer a chance to her and to you. But you stopped yourself before you could do something that you both regret; you kissed Wanda at the corner of her lips, lingering just enough to enjoy the soft touch before stepping back.

“I think we need to talk before we give in.” You offered a weak smile, and Wanda nodded trying to return the smile.

“Yes, I think we should.” The conversation she held with America that day fresh in her mind.

“I will like for you to be my date tomorrow, Wanda.” You couldn’t stay any longer, but you needed to know that tomorrow would be the day.

Wanda blinked chewing on her lower lip, “but we are chaperones and…”

“And you can still be my date and give me one dance, right?” You asked pouting lightly, Wanda melted right away fully aware of what you were asking of her.

“Yes, I will be your date and we…we will talk, right?”

“Right, then…see you tomorrow, Princess.” You stepped back almost falling on your ass, you chuckled and Wanda just rolled her eyes. “Call me if Billy needs something, see you.”

Wanda put her hands on her face, the scene of moments ago still replaying in her mind knowing full well that it would haunt her all through the night the same way that her almost kiss with you on Saturday made her spent a sleepless night. Wanda opened her eyes looking at the lonely kitchen, her heart jumping in her chest at your words.

Tomorrow would be another day, and this time around neither you nor her would let the conversation and the tension to go unsolved. Whatever this was about, you and Wanda were done playing the game.

And this was something that scared and excited Wanda to no end.

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Next Chapter: Wanda and Reader finally close the distance, America and Kate kiss, and someone had been watching the pairing closely forming a plan to bring everything to a fatal end.

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St. Louis Exorcism (1949) - Complex possession case that inspired the novel and movie The Exorcist, variously interpreted as one of demonic possession, poltergeist activity, and delusion. Many of the details of the case remain secret, and all of the principal exorcists involved in it have died. Some experts believe that there was no demonic possession and that the events could be explained by poltergeist activity, Tourette's syndrome, or even mental illness.

[L to R: Fathers William Bowdern, Edward Hughes, and Walter Halloran]

The demoniac was a 13-year-old boy, pseudonymously known as Robbie Doe. He was born in 1935 to a family in Cottage City, Maryland, a suburban community near Washington, D.C. He had a troubled childhood. His mother was Lutheran, and his father was a lapsed Catholic.

In January 1949 the family began to be disturbed by scratching sounds coming from the ceilings and walls of their house. Thinking that they had mice, the Does called an exterminator. This man could find no signs of rodents, and his efforts failed to end the scratching, which only became louder. Noises that sounded like someone walking about in squeaky shoes began to be heard in the hall. Dishes and furniture moved for no evident reason.

Then Robbie began to be attacked. His bed shook so hard that he could not sleep. His bedclothes were repeatedly pulled off the bed, and once, when he tried to hold on to them, he was pulled off onto the floor after them.

The Does made a connection to the recent death on January 26, 1949, of Robbie's Aunt Tillie in St. Louis, which had devastated the boy. Tillie, a Spiritualist, had interested Robbie in the paranormal, and they had used the Ouija™ board together. Robbie may have used the Ouija™ to try to communicate with his dead aunt.

Convinced that an evil spirit was behind the disturbances, the Does consulted their Lutheran minister, Luther Schulze. Schulze prayed with Robbie and his parents in their home and then with Robbie alone in his home. He led prayers for Robbie in church. Schulze ordered whatever was possessing the boy to leave him in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, but the affliction continued.

Robbie's torments increased. He could not sleep because of the weird noises and movements of objects day and night. In February, Schulze offered to let Robbie spend a night in his house, to which his parents agreed.

That night, Mrs. Schulze went to a guest room, while Robbie and the Reverend retired to twin four-poster beds in the master bedroom. Some time in the night, Schulze heard Robbie's bed creaking. He grasped the bed and felt it vibrating rapidly. Robbie himself was wide awake but was lying absolutely still.

Schulze put Robbie to sleep in an armchair, and before long, the heavy chair began to move. It scooted backward several inches and then slammed into a wall. It turned in slow motion and sent Robbie to the floor. Schulze noticed that Robbie appeared to be in a trance and made no effort to move out of the chair.

Schulze persuaded Robbie's parents to send him to Georgetown Medical Hospital, where he underwent medical and psychological evaluation from February 28 to March 3. Robbie acted wildly and, according to some reports, the message "Go to St. Louis!" appeared scratched on his skin in blood-red letters.

Robbie's parents took him by train to St. Louis, where they stayed with relatives. There they consulted Jesuits. Father Raymond J. Bishop came to the house to bless Robbie but quickly saw that the situation was far worse than infestation. Bishop consulted Father William Bowdern, and the two went to Archbishop Joseph E. Ritter and requested an exorcism. The request was granted.

Exorcisms

Robbie's exorcisms began on March 16 at the home of his relatives on Roanoke Drive. More and more, Robbie acted like someone sullering from full demonic possession. He coughed up phlegm and drooled. Painful, bloody welts and scratches mysteriously appeared on his body. He cursed, vomited, spit, urinated, and made physical attacks on the exorcists, exhibiting unusual strength. He appeared to be cured and then relapsed into vile and violent behavior. When the episodes were over, he had no recall of them.

On March 21, Bowdern had Robbie taken to the Alexian Brothers Hospital and placed in a room in the security ward. The exorcism resumed in tight secrecy over the course of several weeks. It is not known how many people participated. Among the witnesses were Father William Van Roo and Father Charles O'Hara. Also present at various times were hospital staff and seminarians, among them Walter Halloran, whose help Bowdern had requested.

On April 1, Robbie was taken to the St. Francis Xavier Church (no longer in existence) to be baptized into the Catholic faith, a move that Bowdern thought would help the progress. However, Robbie went berserk on the way to the church, and Bowdern decided not to let him enter, lest he desecrate the premises. The boy was taken to the rectory instead. Despite his vomiting of blood and mucous, and his struggling and shouting of obscenities, the baptism proceeded, followed eventually by a successful communion.

After several weeks of repeated progress and relapse, Robbie's behavior changed for the better. The turning point was a dream Robbie had of a fierce, sword-bearing angel who made snarling demons vanish. In April, the exorcism was declared a success.

Robbie returned to Maryland with his parents and resumed a normal life with no further episodes of any paranormal or supernatural phenomena. His father rededicated himself to Catholicism, and his mother converted. Robbie lives in the suburbs of Washington, D.C.

Aftermath

Bishop recorded details of the exorcisms in a diary. The church never intended for the case to be made public, but it was leaked to the media by Schulze. William Peter Blatty was a student at Georgetown University in Washington in August 1949 when he read an Associated Press account of the case in the Washington Post. Intrigued, he compiled as much information as he could about it. Twenty years later, he used it as the basis for his best-selling novel The Exorcist, changing many details and adding fictional ones.

The Exorcist was published in 1971 and was made into a film directed by William Friedkin and released in 1973. Blatty wrote the screenplay. During the filming, most of the cast and crew had strange experiences and mistortunes, including the news of nine deaths of people they knew. The movie terrified audiences, some of whom consulted medical and spiritual help out of fear of possession. Critics said the film itself was evil. The movie led to two sequels, the second of which was directed by Blatty.

In 2000, a new film version of The Exorcist was released, written and directed again by Blatty and Friedkin. Friedkin decided to show the face of the possessing demon, an effect which ruined the horror for many viewers.

Divided Opinions

Numerous inaccurate stories and legends have arisen around the case, and opinions still are divided as to what really happened. Critics have said that Robbie failed to meet criteria of possession set by the Catholic Church: prophecy and speaking in foreign languages. In addition, his feats of unusual strength were not thought to be characteristic of the supernormal strength usually exhibited by demoniacs.

During his involvement, Schulze had contacted para-psychologists J. B. and Louisa Rhine of Durham, North Carolina. The Rhines drove to St. Louis, but the phenomena had ceased by the time they arrived. Nonetheless, Rhine thought the case was one of "recurrent spontaneous psychokinesis," a type of poltergeist activity caused by unwitting psychokinetic outbursts from a living person. Rhine suggested that the phenomena were expressions of Robbie's own unconscious ability to influence objects in his environment and his own body through the power of his mind.

Bowdern never spoke about the case except to acknowledge that he believed it to be a true case of demonic possession. He died in 1983 at age 86. Bishop died in 1978 at age 72. Halloran, who burned his copy of Bishop's diary, stated that he did not believe that Robbie was possessed, but later said he was not enough of an expert to know. Toward the end of his life, he said mental illness probably could not explain all of the phenomena put together. Halloran died in 2005 at age 83.

Robbie himself has remained quiet about his experiences. With the principal exorcists dead and no further testimony from Doe himself, the case remains controversial.

Text from The Encyclopedia of Demons & Demonology (Checkmark Books - 2009) by Rosemary Guiley

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I'll get to this photo in a second, but first I want to thank all of you who visited this site during my first try at running a queue - in this case all of my recent GIFs. From the number of Notes I received (likes + messages + reblogs + mail) I think it was a success. Plus I was able to learn a bit more about what you like and when you are most able to view it. I'll do a still photo queue soon and Maria will also do one.

(The most common question I got during the Queue was something like "Where can I buy your videos?" based on all the GIFs. I'll answer that in a separate post.)

Still not quite to the photo yet, but I want to get you up to where we are without a lot of detail - I'll save the detail for other posts. As you know, what was supposed to be a working vacation here in the Appalachian Mountains has become a full time studio we colloquially refer to as "Mountains Media," and a number of us have moved "permanently" to the big house and developing studio. "Mountains Media," or MM for short, is a tightly held private company with a dozen primary stockholders, the largest stockholder being the CEO and President and the man (yes, a man this time) who holds the purse strings. Michelle, Dana and I have non-trivial amounts of shares with the other ladies having smaller pieces. Our old studio which we refer to as Studio M also maintains an interest and thus so does the greater "Studio."

With that out of the way, on to the photo. An enticement to the major stockholders was that they would each get some free time with me and could buy time with me in the future at a substantial discount. It's no secret that MM's biggest income generator will not be photo shoots and movies - though we will still be doing that - but, rather, prostitution. All of us ladies who sign up to be at MM knew what we were getting into when we joined so there are no surprises. Of course the majority owners know if they use a lot of my time they will be taking profits from the company so they are warned not to abuse the "perk."

So anyway, it was time for me to spend a weekend with one of the board members so I arrived at the local mansion he had recently purchased expecting what a prostitute expects (though, I will say, I love the job and put my all into every single rendezvous). He met me at the door and led me up to a very spacious bedroom. I was shocked when I walked in for there, in the middle of the room, stood a young, tall very beautiful blond woman! She was the man's much younger wife and I was there for her, not him!

The backstory here is that, as the second leading stockholder and vice president of MM, he moved to the area to be closer to the business and the construction of the new studio. His wife, who apparently wasn't very happy in the marriage anyway, threatened divorce if he moved for she wasn't leaving the city for the mountains. It was no secret she had affairs on the side which he tolerated and some of those affairs were with other women. And, apparently, she had a thing for older, bustier women as the opposite to her young, slender but relatively flat figure. He thought I would be perfect for her and offered me as a gift and an enticement to move.

So, in the picture, she's beginning to unwrap her present - and you can see the expression on her face! (Sorry, I had to black out her eyes to hide her identify.)

I have a few more photos of this tryst which I'll save for now along with a bit more of the story. . .

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 / 𝐍𝐢-𝐊𝐢

𝟖.𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭? Pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader WC: 1.1K Warnings(TBU!): profanity, slow burnish, y/n & riki have an attitude problem, might contain bad grammar and may be illogical sometimes. Taglist౨ৎ: @yunjica @flockskiii

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⇝05.09.22⇜

The moment Y/N stepped into school that morning, she could tell something was off. The usual hum of chatter in the hallways was filled with dirty looks in her direction, and an odd tension in the air. But what threw her off the most were the hushed whispers that seemed to follow her every step.

When she reached her locker, Nao-mi was already waiting for her, checking her phone.

Y/N frowned as she swapped her books. "Not you too.."

Nao-mi started shaking her head in disbelief. "Do you not know what this is about?"

Y/Ns brows knitted together. "Huh?"

Naomi pulled out her phone, tapping rapidly before shoving the screen in front of Y/N's face. It was the schools biggest gossip page flooded with messages and screenshots. At the very top was a caption that said: Y/N and Riki? Dating confirmed??? Below it were pictures of Y/N and Riki at the party, and more importantly, Riki taking her home.

Y/N's jaw dropped. "Are you taking the piss??!"

"Are you dating my brother??" Nao-mi teased, biting her lip to hold back another laugh. "Apparently, people saw him leave with you, and now its the hottest news of the week."

Y/N groaned, slamming her locker shut. "This is ridiculous. He just drove me home. And no, we are NOT dating. ew."

A shiver running down her spine just thinking about it.

"Well, try telling that to the entire school," Nao-mi said, crossing her arms. "Because his fan club of girls are praying for your downfall already"

Walking through the hallway she caught more people whispering behind her back, grinning when she passed by, or straight up staring like she had grown a second head. 

 She already had enough. She needed an escape, something, no, anything to take her mind off the chaos. That was when she spotted the brightly colored flyer pinned to a bulletin board in the hallway they were walking through: New Dance Class - Open to All!

"Ay, Look!" Y/N pointed out the flyer happily.

It was perfect. Y/N had always loved dancing, and this was the perfect excuse to get away from all the rumors. Without a second thought, she signed up.

"Come join me!" She yanked on Nao-mis arm, pleading.

"No way, i cant dance" Nao-mi shook her off.

"Pleaseee!!" Y/N said practically begging.

Nao-mi sighed. "Sorry Y/N, but i look like a fat seal trying to get outta water when dancing, im not signing up." 

"Whateverrrr" She playfully responded.

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The relief she felt upon entering the studio that afternoon was refreshing, looking at herself in the big mirror her smile quickly dropped when she noticed a blonde, familiar looking guy stretching in the backround-

"Youve got to be kidding me." She whispered to herself.

She quickly caught his attention too "Well, if it isnt my biggest fan." he called.

Y/N rolled her eyes, dropping her bag to the side. "Dont flatter yourself, im genuinely"

Before either of them could continue their usual bickering, the dance  teacher clapped her hands to get the class' attention. "Alright, everyone Now, before we begin, we will be partnering up for a choreographed routine that we will be working on for the next few weeks, with a competition against another school."

Mrs. Lee whipped out a piece of paper, starting to read out the people she paired up. "Alright so, i'll be pairing you up now"

"Jungwon and Yoona, Heeseung and Minnie, Riki and Y/N, Jake and Chaewon, Sunghoon and Wonyoung, Sunoo and Jihoon. Now, let me explain a little."

Y/N stiffened. Oh no.

There is like absolutely NO way, she was paired up with him, why did this always happen?!

A long sigh was heard from rikis direction. 

'Me too, me too' She thought to herself.

Y/N groaned, already regretting every decision that had led her to this moment, the only place she thought shed be free from all the rumors, and riki, became the place shed least wanted to be. Because if the rumors were bad before, they were about to get a whole lot worse.

"So everyone, your goal is to make your own choreography and peform it at the end of the class. I'll give all of you a different song to dance to in a minute, let me sort something out real quick, so partners find each other!"

Y/N slowly staggered towards the boy, avoiding his face.

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Their first practice was a disaster. Within the first few minutes, Y/N stepped on Rikis foot, making him hiss in pain. "Do you have bricks for feet?" he groaned, shaking his leg out.

"Maybe if you werent standing so close, I wouldnt have," Y/N shot back, looking at herself in the big mirror once again, feeling his eyes linger on her.

A few beats later, Y/N fumbled again, causing riki to trip over her extended leg and nearly crash to the floor. 

"Are you fucking braindead? You suck." He rolled his eyes clenching his jaw.

"Can you shut the fuck up for once you moron," she muttered, as riki straightened himself up scoffing.

As they continued, the awkward missteps piled up, while she hesitated on certain steps, throwing off their rhythm.

But as the lesson progressed, something shifted. Slowly, their movements started syncing. Riki adjusted his stance, guiding Y/N through the steps with surprising patience, and she found herself following without overthinking. 

By the end of the session, they were no longer tripping over each other but flowing together. 

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Before riki could leave school that afternoon, he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him turn around just to be greeted by Y/N.

Y/N pursed her lips thinking about how to formulate her question.

"If you thought id leave you alone with my questions after last friday, you thought wrong. Why did you bring me home that night?" Y/N asked with a serious look plastered on her face.

"Listen, theres enough rumours going around right now, you should stay away and just give up with your questions, i said yeah to your last one, I brought you home, you should be happy with my answer" He spun on his heel trying to walk away before she grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"No, you listen! I need answers alright, my brother is furious, you used to be such good friends, you should fix this you mean a lot to him. And answer my questions obviously." She hissed.

He sighed not turning around to look at her, it seemed like he was lost in thought for a moment before he spoke again, "Fine, meet me on the rooftop tomorrow after school." He snapped back yanking his arm away from her grip.

He left Y/N standing alone leaving her somewhat happy but also a little confused.

Is he gonna tell her after all?

After that, another video started circulating around the school, this time, of Y/N and Riki dancing together. Someone from the class had secretly filmed them. The video was plastered all over group chats, and of course, the popular gossip page, adding even more fuel to the already raging rumors.

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[apolloslyrics]

Hiii, I just wanted to say that I love your page so much and how in depth you explain things <3

I've been obsessed with Greek mythology for some time now and last week I discovered that they actually exist and that people worship them. You can imagine my excitement hahshah. So, I felt drawn to mostly Apollo and Aphrodite but I'm working more with Apollo. So far he's helped me sooo much already and he's always there when I call him for help or just to vent. And even though I can feel his presence and I've seen some signs I've been an atheist for my whole life and it's just so strange for me to just sit alone in my room talking to the air (as I said even though I feel like he's listening to me) or offering something and just leaving it there. I'll probably get used to it but I don't know if you could give me some advice. Oh and also what are some ways I can communicate with Apollo (or deities in general) ?? Because I just talk to them and id like to receive a response I can understand or like ask more specific questions if that makes sense??

Anyways sorry for the long message and thank you for your time 💖

Hey hi!!! Don't worry about the long message. I love getting asks!! Also, thank you so so much 🥺 I'm glad you enjoy my page!

I totally get the excitement you're feeling; I felt a similar way, although my progress was slow to get to where I am now. Finding out that these deities truly are there, and that they listen, is something so surreal! It still fills me with amazement, even though I've been practicing for a while.

Feeling awkward when you start out with prayer and offerings is a totally normal experience. I felt that way for a long time; the number one tip I'd have for you is to find something that represents the deity you're talking to. Whether it be a candle dedicated to them (LED or otherwise), a statue, a picture, or even just a random object, this can help a lot with materializing your deity. By that, I mean that it's easier to communicate when you have something to look at visually. My favorite way to do this is with a candle; the way the flame moves can sometimes indicate a response from said deity. However, I don't always light my candles; talking to deities comes easier with time and dedication.

Another tip I'd have for this "issue" is to use a specific posture/stance to pray (especially if you cant use physical objects). I used to be Christian, and during those types of prayers, you'd typically press your hands together in some way and bow your head. However, when worshipping greek deities, there are two most common ways to hold yourself.

For deities that remain in the sky/Mount Olympus, you would stand with your arms stretched out, palms facing up. For deities in the underworld, you would get on your knees and place your hands on the ground. For me, the posture on the ground isn't possible right now (knee surgery things), so I just look at the ground and face my palms down.

Those two tips seemed to be what helped a lot with prayer. For offerings, I tend to leave them for an hour or two and then throw them away (my family doesn't like when it's overnight). You can also do devotional acts for offering, such as self care, listening to a music playlist you make the deity, making a pinterest board, etc. This makes offerings a lot less daunting for me. One time, I held a dance party for Apollo! We had fun.

In terms of communication, other than talking directly, there are a few ways you can send a message. The first method I like to use is to meditate. You don't have to talk; you can say your question out loud or think it. Try to just keep the question in mind, and the first thought/answer you have is typically what the deity would respond with (in my experience).

Another method I use is automatic writing! This is where you close your eyes and write whatever comes to mind. You can ask a specific deity to send you a message if you'd like. It's sort of like meditation, but physically, if you get what I mean.

Sometimes, to get a response, you might want to ask for a sign. For example, "If I need to do A, I'll see a crow; if I need to do B, I'll see a duck." Choose things that are common in your area. The first one you see is your answer!

Aside from that, you can always use pendulums (or even a necklace as a makeshift pendulum), tarot cards, and any other divination tool.

I apologize for the long response, and I hope this helped!!!! 🫶🫶🫶