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makeupbychio · 8 months ago

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training season // logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader

Summary: Your actual training class sucks, so you asked Logan for his help if he’ll like to train you. He accepted and unexpected feelings were developed. The goal is to make you stronger and one of the best with or without your powers.

Warnings: Cursing, physical fights, injuries due to the fights, mutual romantic and sexual tension, vague mention of smut, Logan feeling unworthy, Storm cameo, just two idiots in love without saying it. Mentions of the Professor, Scott and Jean. Angst but with a fluff happy ending.

Words: 4k.

A/N: First things first, english is not my first language so I’m sorry if there is a mistake but I needed to write about this old man we all love so much. Also, very important to mention that your powers are related to energy and nature manipulation, and also you are a grown woman despite the fact that you take classes in the mansion. Thank you, hope you enjoy <3 Comments, feedback or ideas are welcome!! <3

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From the moment you stepped into the mansion Logan knew you were going to be partners in crime. At first you were so cautious with your words and actions, it was because you never thought that you were going to find a safe place for you as a mutant, but once you saw all of the people that lived there and shared same fears and also joys, people just like you, you started to be your true self. Not just with your personality but also get the chance to get to know more about your powers and how to control it and be stronger.

The first times you talked to Logan were always with the Professor near, he was always trying to convince him to have his own class to teach the kids. All the times that conversation went on it was when Charles needed to talk to you or vice versa in places where Logan always somehow got it the way.

From your spot you saw every time they leave for a mission. And every day you work your ass off to be at their level and be part of the group because you wanted to be useful and contribute something to the x-men and not just live there and take classes.

One time you were walking to your class that Storm was in charge of, due to your ecokinesis powers being related to nature too, when Logan was going in the opposite direction. It was funny because he had such a serious face all the time but with you he always stopped to say hi and ask you how you are. Now or never you thought to yourself.

“Fine, thanks and you?” you asked him, looking up at him, you were grabbing your books close to your chest.

“Good, just going to the kitchen to grab some breakfast” he smiled at you looking at everything you were carrying.

You were so nervous to ask him about this but you saw what he could do, you stuttered and paced anxiously in front of him. “Cool, look I have like ten seconds before I’m late to Storms but I’ve been trying to ask you if you would like to give me a couple of training lessons? I know that you don’t want to have your own class, you made that very clear, trust me but…”

Despite your anxiety, you never break eye contact with him. So you saw how slowly his features changed to a surprise. He never expected that question from you. “Not to be mean, but why is that, princess?” he asked you full of curiosity.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen videos of you fighting and I need to be at that level” you answered him but still he wasn’t stoned because for him it is hard to love his powers sometimes since he’s been always treated as a weapon only. “Also, Scott classes are boring as fuck” you rolled your eyes just by remembering that you have that class before lunch.

Logan laughed at your statement, a cocky grin on his face now. His ego at his best because you were asking for his help instead of Scott. Logan didn’t want to admit that he would do it not just because to rub it in Scott’s face but also because since you arrived he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every time you are around someone of the team he tries to crash the talk just to get to talk to you, he doesn’t know why he does that instead of just talking to you.

“Meet me at the lake after lunch, and we can discuss this better” Logan gives you a wink, you smiled at him with a thank you and rushed to your classroom. Storm was already outside in the hallway waiting for you, watching Logan disappear. She knows him, and she knew what this was all about.

So deals were made that day, and he promised to give you some training lessons with the condition you promised him to always give your 200% to every lesson. You didn’t know how many lessons he was going to offer but when he knocked at your door to go on you never gave him an excuse, sometimes you trained really late when you should be studying or sleeping, you were training with Logan. You were not doing anything illegal but you can sense that maybe the Professor would not like this, or maybe yes.

At first the whole time together was dedicated to just training. You didn’t have a spot, sometimes the lesson was outside, sometimes inside. But after a couple of them, in between you two found time to get to know each other. Logan was amazed by the whole you. About how fast you learn, about your charming but badass personality, about your powers, about you always being so honest and empathetic. So he found himself so mesmerized and in love with you. He kept his promise and with your hard work, lots of hours of study and training sessions the goal was for you to get to control your powers and be one of the strongest.

About two months passed and to get to train you better he had a lot of conversations with Storm in her classroom for him to get to know and understand your power so you could use it for better, also to get to know your limits with it.

“Why are you doing this, Logan?” Storm asked him once he reached her for answers of your powers. She wanted to make sure you were not going to end up with a broken heart. “She’s my best student and once she’s ready I’m going to talk to Charles to include her in the team” she looked at him with a deadly look without blinking to not miss a single thing from his face to reveal the truth.

“That’s exactly why! I want her on the team too!” Logan tried to escape his friend. “You said it yourself, she’s your best student, and with her actual training lessons she was going nowhere, no progress”.

“So since you are so committed to having more people on the team, I’m going to tell Charles you are okay to have your own class” Storm kept testing him. Logan sighed, trying to keep in secret his feelings. “Don’t do this to her if you are still in love with another person…” Storm said, with pleading eyes because during this time she got to know you too and consider you a friend besides her best student. Womanhood at its best.

Logan looked at Storm with a surprised expression at the accusation. He got serious and sat down in front of her, he took the chair and placed it with anger. “Okay you want to know the truth? First, I totally agree with you that she’s the best, I hope that you are talking not just about her grades that she gets in your class, I hope you’re talking about her whole persona because you know what happened? Since you think you know me so well. I don’t care anymore about Jean since a long time ago. You understand? That happened like a century ago, so you know what happened to me?” Logan was unstoppable with his speech now that his friend got him on his nerves, Storm knew this was going to be a monologue without letting her say something. “It happened to me to get to know someone so pure, so smart, so kind, not just incredibly beautiful but someone who really makes me think this world can be fixed for the better and also makes feel every time I’m with her that this is actually a place where I belong to for fuck sake!”. He growls finally pouring his heart out to his friend. He was scared to finally accept his feelings towards you.

Storm didn’t know what to say, she didn’t mean to upset him or to make him remember the awful times he had with Jean. Also, she was speechless because you were just at the entrance of her classroom god knew since when, your figure standing there lost of words too.

You arrived just in time when Logan was giving Storm the answer the mutant was looking for. You were not looking for Logan, you were there outside her classroom because you had to deliver the paper she asked the class the week before. You knocked first but Logan’s words were louder for them to hear you.

Of course after that, your whole relationship changed with Logan. But at that moment you didn’t know what to do, what to say. It crossed your mind that maybe he had feelings for you but when you arrived at the mansion the first thing you knew about Logan was the whole Jean thing, so every time you had a vague thought that maybe he liked you your mind immediately reminds you about his story with Jean. So you tried to keep it professional but with every conversation you had with him you found yourself also falling for him.

Also, during the lessons he never crossed the line with you. NEVER. Even when you hinted him that he could, he never did it. That’s also another reason why you thought he was not into you. So you were confused because he always gives you the brightest smile, told you his darkest secrets and got him calling you all the pretty nicknames, but never took advantage of the situation. Because for the training he had to touch you, to correct your postures, to teach you the attacks, fight against him, etc. But he touched you with a firm and yet soft grip. He was a true gentleman so even when you flirted with him, he never made a move on you.

Logan was also dealing with this confusion, his mind also getting the best of him tricking him every night he went to bed if you were flirting with him or you were just being nice to him. So he wasn’t going to push you until you told him directly about your feelings or what you wanted.

Just two idiots in love without knowing the other one is in love too. Classic.

“Y/N…” Logan said once he noticed you were standing outside Storm’s classroom. Storm felt like shit to push his friend like that. If he only knew you were in love too, but you got scared and ran away.

“Fuck…” Logan murmured to himself. He should have told you how he felt, but time passed within your lessons with him and his mind just assured him you were not into him because of all of the awful things he had done in the past and told you about it. He didn’t want to scare you so he gave you your space. “Well, now I think I don’t have to do this anymore, thank you Storm” Logan sat up from the tiny chair compared to his body, Storm also sat up from her desk wanting to say something to her friend but at this moment it was going to make it worse.

Thanks to the universe, you didn’t have more classes that day so you ran and hid in your room. That night you had training with Logan but after your cowardice you assumed Logan was not going to knock at your door for a lesson. You tortured yourself in bed all day about what to do because at some point you needed to leave your room, you skipped lunch and dinner. Logan still showed up at the casino and hoped to see you, when he didn’t he noted himself clearly to not bother you.

You debate on how to deal with this situation, Logan has a special spot in your heart to ruin everything. If he didn’t see you in that way as you feel for him it’s okay. You hope that at least you could be friends or just future colleagues. You are a grown woman so you can deal with a broken heart, it wouldn’t be the first time. So you changed in your training clothes, maybe for the last time because you also would understand if Logan doesn’t want to do this anymore.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” your roommate screamed at you that maybe someone heard them in the hallway. You told them about what happened earlier, they knew about the training sessions when they were worried about you why you left the room every night till late. “HE LITERALLY TOLD STORM HOW HE FELT FOR YOU, THAT HE LOVES YOU!”.

“No- I- He didn’t say he loves me” you corrected them.

“UGH I CAN’T WITH YOUR STUBBORNNESS SOMETIMES, MAYBE HE DID NOT SAY IT EXPLICITLY BUT HE SAID ALL OF THOSE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT YOU AND HOW YOU MADE HIM FEEL THAT’S LITERALLY LOVE!” they were about to hit you in the face to wake up from whatever delusional dream you were. “Go and fix this, if you really like him he should know”. They couldn’t blame your fear, you’d been through a lot and as a mutant they understand the feeling that you don’t deserve that kind of love because you were different.

After that awakening help from your friend you find the courage and before you chickened out you left your room to head to Logan’s room. It felt like it was so far away, like you were moving in slow motion. Once you arrived, you tried to knock on the door but Logan opened it to leave his room. His features changed immediately into a smile, so happy to see you. “Hi princess, I was about to go to your room to…” he explained.

“Logan, please hear me out. I’m sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have ran away, I just- I never thought you would see me like that because I don’t think I deserve it, but what I’m trying to say is…” Logan never saw this side of you, nervous around him. Not even when you were also telling him your darkest secrets. He had always seen you so confident about yourself and your skills.

“Sugar, what if we go outside to train and we can discuss this also” Logan knows how to make you feel better. You always loosen up when both of you are training. It was a safe space, maybe it was all of the exercise that makes you feel relaxed or maybe that you both were alone without any pressure.

“Okay, yeah. Great idea, I’ll follow you” all the time you next to him heading outside to your favorite spot, the lake. It was late and the stars were shining bright. It was relaxing to see the water so calm and the warm breeze. The lake was really far away from the rooms, a lot of trees with damages due to the training of other students' powers, including yourself, that’s why the training classes were outside, most of them.

Somehow Logan just started the class like nothing happened earlier. “Okay princess, this one is going to be different. You have to knock me down with your skills and tactics I taught you”. he challenges you, ready for you to make your move. “I’m not going to give you an advantage, so…” he gave you a cocky smile. He was so ready, in another hand you were shitting bricks.

“Logan I don’t think I can do that, I’m- I don’t want to hurt you” you were regretting your decision, the truth is that your mind was full of what happened today that you can not think about anything else, so you were going to lose really fast.

“You can use your powers if you want, I’m not scared of it or of you. If you need to use them, go ahead, remember I heal really fast”. Logan was always encouraging you and celebrating your powers, not just because they are fucking awesome but also to make you feel good and make peace with them.

You’d learn a lot in every class about your powers, the natural energy manipulation you are connected to. You can communicate, influence, manipulate and control nature. Thanks to Logan’s words you feel confident that you can beat him easily by snapping your fingers to control something around him and win the challenge.

You recently learned about magma so you think about hitting with a magma fist, but rapidly he ran to you and knocked you down. “Okay, so this is going to be physical”. You groaned at the sudden pain, he was going to put it hard for you because you needed to learn to fight in case you were not able or stable to use your powers.

He was not going to use his claws, he surpasses you in height and weight but that didn’t stop you. He’s fast but after all of this time he teaches you some of his own tricks so you are now using them against him. This will be the only circumstance he will be throwing hands at you, and he’s still being gentle with you. Due to all the movement you are approaching the lake, so you corner him and with a kick on his ankle he is down.

Logan is trying his best to concentrate, he feels so stupid for being busy thinking how gorgeous you look tonight under the moonlight. So he got distracted easily when you pulled your hair up and next thing he was down on the floor so you took the opportunity to manipulate the ground around him, lifting him where he was laying and throwing him into the lake.

You didn’t punch him too hard so you hope he’s not going to drown. And he didn’t, he quickly surfaces his head. “Good job, princess!” he was so happy, already healing the pain you caused him with the kick. He was so happy all of the training was going so well with you.

“I’m sorry, Lo” you felt bad now looking at him stepping out the lake all wet. He got closer looking for your injuries, in case he accidentally used his claws. He is in front of you, really close looking for your permission to touch your scratches you got in your arm when he knocked you down. You just nod at him. He always asks for your permission even when you've been training for a while now. Every single time.

Unexpectedly, he touched your neck, finding a small scratch. You almost turned into stone at the sudden touch. His cold hand, due to the cold water that was still pouring all over his body, made you shiver. “I’m sorry” he looked at your face, that pretty face.

”Don’t worry, Lo. It was probably the dirt that made that. Not you” you assured him.

“I’m not talking about that.” now with a sad look on his face, almost like regret. “I’m not good at this, maybe because I’m not worthy but I should’ve told you about how I felt, about how YOU make me feel”. His body finally relaxing, feeling his chest like unraveling a really big knot.

You are getting all emotional, you shouldn’t have ran away that morning, you didn’t mean to hurt his feelings making him think that you didn’t reciprocate the love.

His hand is still on your neck, the other one holding your lower back. You ran your hand on his wet hair to put it all back, some of his locks covering his pretty face. You escape a small laugh looking at the new hair style. “What are you talking about? You deserve all of the good and love, I’m sorry for earlier but we are really dumb because I thought about the same about not being worthy of your love and also I thought you still have feelings for, well, you know, the rumors, so that’s why I never told you”. You leaned your head on his hand.

He brushed your tears with his finger, never wanting to see you cry again. “Like I said before, this is the first time I feel this and it feels really good because thanks to you I feel that I belong and have a purpose. I promise you princess if you want, I’ll protect and love you every single day”. His face is close to yours. Tears keep falling but happy tears to finally find someone so kind. You finally close the gap between your faces and kiss him so tenderly, because you couldn’t find any more words after his declaration. His smile is so big while he holds you close to him, never wanting to let go of this moment.

Like a cliche movie, the sky made a sound and rain poured from the dark clouds. Logan was already wet from the lake so he didn’t mind. He only cares about you. You broke the kiss to breathe, you looked deeply into his eyes and found that sparkle he always has when you are around him, but this time more intense. He looked up at the sky smiling, “Did you do this?”, he asked you with an eyebrow raised.

He wasn’t going to believe any of your answers. Because your emotions sometimes take control of your powers, what you actually did is that a lot of tiny flowers bloomed around where you both were standing. “I’m just guilty about this” you pointed at the ground.

“Okay princess, let’s go before you catch a cold” he took your hand to guide you inside the mansion.

Next morning, you showed up at Storm’s class with a wide smile, so she knew that the rain she made last night worked to make the moment more perfect. It was her way to make up for her two friends.

It took you about 5 months when he told you you were ready. It was a non stop thing, some days you trained twice. There were days you didn’t want to attend, because you had a shitty day, because you were feeling under the weather, or you felt insecure and unworthy. Your mind gets the best of you but every time you opened the door when Logan knocked, you felt way better when he greeted you with a smile and big kiss. “Let’s go, princess. Today we need to improve your attacks”. Every night after the lesson you ended up staying at Logan’s room for some reason.

Professor Charles noticed your improvement thanks to the recommendations from Storm and Logan, so he invited you to join the team. The day he asked you, you were so happy that you said yes in a second and ran to find Logan to give the big news. He was outside, fixing his motorcycle, a cigar in his mouth. Once he sensed you, he was greeted with your arms around his neck hugging him, he was so happy when you told him how it went with the Professor.

“Welcome to the team, princess” he kissed you, holding you impossibly closer to his figure. He knows this is important for you and he’ll keep his promise till the end of days to protect you every single moment, especially now that you are going to be out in the field too.

“Thanks, babe! I guess now we should be more cautious about us around the team” you frowned at him. Not wanting to be one of those gross couples in public but for Logan it is really hard to keep his hands off you.

“Fuck them, you’re all mine and they should be grateful I stopped complaining like I used to” his arms hugging your lower back, and his hands mysteriously always end up grabbing your ass. You giggled at his attitude, knowing he’ll fight the team every time they’ll complain. “God, can’t wait to see you in that uniform! You’re going to look even sexier”. He got all excited and you can feel it by being so close to him. It’s going to be hard for him to hold himself if he’s already like this without even happening your first mission as an x-men. “I think the training season is going to come back”.

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mehtallee · 1 month ago

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The Tutor

I never imagined my first real experiment would be with Aiden Cruz.

A guy like him—intimidating at first glance, but surprisingly polite—wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I developed the serum. I always thought my first test subject would be some random thug, someone who deserved to have their mind turned into useless mush.

But Aiden? He was different And that’s exactly why I chose him.

It started with a simple tutoring gig. I was a nerdy college student just looking for a side hustle. Science was my thing, and I didn’t mind helping students out for extra cash, especially if they were willing to pay well.

Aiden was a criminology major, and he wasn’t exactly failing, but he needed help with his research paper. The guy was always in the gym, always training, always moving. He wasn’t the type to sit down and write for hours.

So when he found out I was available, he sent me a message.

“Bro, you do tutoring? Need help with this damn research paper. Got cash, just name your price.”

His messages were always short and to the point—just like what you'd expect him to be

That’s when I had the idea.

See, I’d been working on something—a neurological erasure serum. A drug designed to turn a person’s brain into a useless pile of goo while keeping their body fully functional. It started as a theoretical experiment, but curiosity got the best of me. I had finally perfected it.

But I needed a real test subject. Someone strong. Durable.

And Aiden?

He was perfect.

I told him I’d help, but I preferred tutoring at my place; quieter, fewer distractions. Aiden, being the chill guy he was, didn’t even question it.

“Cool, bro. I’ll swing by later.”

That was it. No hesitation. No suspicion.

I prepared everything—set up my laptop, cleaned my desk, and most importantly… spiked his protein shake.

Aiden was a fitness freak. I knew he wouldn’t turn down a supplement boost, so I made it look real—a proper protein mix, just laced with my serum.

When Aiden stepped into my place, I was immediately reminded of how casual yet intimidating he was.

He wore a simple sleeveless shirt and a jacket, thick enough to hint at the muscle underneath. But from a distance, he looked like a typical lean college guy, but up close?

You could tell.

he removed his jacket for his comfort, revealing his muscled arms. His arms were solid, veins lightly visible beneath his skin. His chest pushed against the fabric, and when he moved, his muscles shifted slightly, hinting at power.

He dropped his bag on my floor, glancing around. “Yo, nice place.”

I swallowed. “Uh, thanks.”

He pulled out a chair and sat down, stretching his arms with a sigh. “So, where do we start?”

I cleared my throat. “Uh, you said you’re working on a criminology research paper?”

“Yeah.” He scratched his head. “Shit’s boring as hell, bro. I’d rather be working out.”

I chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, I figured…”

We actually worked for a while. A couple of hours, even. I helped him structure his arguments, fix up citations, and even explained some of the theories he barely paid attention to in class.

At first, Aiden was restless. His knee bounced under the table, his fingers drummed against his notebook, and he sighed a lot.

But over time, he got into it.

I caught him nodding along, genuinely thinking about what I was saying. It was weird seeing him so focused.

At some point, Aiden leaned back, stretching his arms over his head with a grunt. “Damn, bro… it’s hot as hell in here.”

I blinked. “Uh, is it?”

Aiden fanned himself with his hand. “Shit, man, I dunno if it’s just me, but I’m sweating.”

I hadn’t really noticed—until he pointed it out. There was a sheen of sweat on his arms, making his skin glisten slightly.

Then, without hesitation, Aiden grabbed the hem of his compression shirt and pulled it off.

I swear, for a second, my brain just stopped working.

His torso was… something else.

Lean, yet solid. His pecs were well-defined, his abs sculpted, and his skin smooth except for a light dusting of hair near his lower abdomen.

He sighed in relief, tossing the shirt onto the back of his chair. “Much better.”

I forced myself to look away. “Uh, yeah. I guess it’s a little warm…”

Aiden stretched his arms again, then smirked. “Bet you don’t sweat much, huh? No offense, bro, but you look like you avoid the gym like the plague.”

I laughed nervously. “Y-Yeah, uh… working out isn’t really my thing.”

He grinned. “Man, you should try it. Bet you’d get some gains if you actually trained.”

That’s when the idea hit me.

I hesitated, then casually said, “Actually, I’ve been working on something. A… uh, smart supplement.”

Aiden raised a brow. “Smart supplement?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah! It’s, uh… a performance enhancer. Helps with muscle recovery and, you know… focus.”

He hummed, thinking. “That so?”

I pulled out the protein shake, heart racing. “Wanna try it?”

Aiden gave it a skeptical look. “You made this?”

“Yeah! It’s just, um… experimental.”

Aiden snorted. “Bro, you tryna turn me into some test monkey?”

I chuckled awkwardly. “N-No! I mean, well, sort of… but not in a bad way! Just, you know, feedback and stuff.”

He sighed, then shrugged. “Eh, screw it. Why not?”

I held my breath as he grabbed the bottle, twisted off the cap, and took a long sip.

At first, nothing happened.

He smacked his lips. “Tastes… kinda weird.”

Then, slowly, his expression changed.

Aiden blinked.

His fingers twitched.

His broad shoulders stiffened.

His breathing hitched.

“Yo…” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Why’s my head feel heavy…?”

I said nothing.

He exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat. “Bro, this shit hittin’ weird. What was in that?”

His words slurred.

His muscles twitched.

Then, before he could say another word—

His body seized.

Aiden jerked violently, knocking over his chair as he collapsed onto his knees. His hands clawed at his head, his breath turning ragged.

I backed away, eyes wide.

“It’s working…” I whispered.

A deep, wet gurgle left Aiden’s throat. His body convulsed, arms locking up in unnatural positions. Veins bulged, sweat dripping down his temples.

Then came the drool.

Thick, viscous strands leaked from his mouth, trailing down his chin. His lips trembled, his eyes rolling back as his body shook violently.

Then—

The goo.

A dark, gelatinous substance seeped from his ears, trailing down his jaw. His brain; his thoughts, his memories, his intelligence; was melting.

I clutched my chest, my breath shallow. Then Aiden twitched one last time before suddenly going still.

The moment Aiden’s body finally stopped convulsing, the room fell into an eerie silence. His muscular form lay sprawled out on the floor, his limbs twitching slightly as the last remnants of his former self faded away. His eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, his mouth slightly open with a thin trail of drool running down his cheek. The air was thick with a mix of sweat and something darker, something almost unnatural. My heart was still hammering in my chest, but as I took a shaky step toward him, a slow realization settled in—Aiden was mine now.

"Aiden…?" I murmured, kneeling beside him. No response, of course. His head lolled slightly, his lips parting as a low, guttural moan escaped. I watched in fascination, gently nudging his jaw up with my fingers. He was still warm, still breathing, but there was nothing behind those eyes. A shell. A body with no mind. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for his cheek, pressing against the firm flesh. He felt… real, solid, human. And yet, he wasn’t anymore.

I let out a breath, a mix of exhilaration and unease. "Alright, big guy. Let’s see if you can still move," I whispered to myself, grabbing his broad shoulders and shifting him upright. His muscles were stiff, resisting at first before going slack again. I adjusted my grip, sliding my hands down to his arms and lifting them up, forcing his entire body to follow. With a slow, deliberate motion, I pulled him into a standing position, his legs locking into place like a mannequin being propped up. His head bobbed forward, his lips parting as another sluggish moan slipped from his throat. "Nnngh… uhhn…"

I smirked. "Looks like you still got some sounds in you, huh?" I murmured, tilting his head side to side, watching how his body simply followed my guidance. No resistance. No understanding. Just pure, empty obedience.

I let my fingers trail over Aiden’s thick biceps, feeling the solid muscle beneath my touch. A chuckle escaped me as I pressed into the firmness, kneading and prodding at his arms like examining freshly sculpted marble. "You’re so stiff now… not like before," I murmured, running my hand down to his forearm, then back up to his delts. His muscles barely reacted, holding their shape without any sign of resistance or tension from within.

Aiden’s head wobbled slightly, his lips parting as another sluggish grunt rumbled from his throat. "Uhhhn… huhhh…" His eyes remained blank, completely uncomprehending of what was happening to him.

I pressed a finger into the center of his chest, feeling the warm, sweat-slicked flesh give slightly before bouncing back into place. "Damn, Aiden. You’re really just… nothing now?" I mused, squeezing at his pecs before running my fingers down his firm abdomen. He didn’t react, didn’t shift or acknowledge the attention. His body was there, but Aiden... the person he had been was long gone.

"Nnngh… huhhh…" he exhaled, his chest subtly rising and falling. His fingers twitched faintly at his sides, as though attempting to process the new posture, but no recognition flickered in his vacant eyes.

"Good boy," I murmured, admiring how effortlessly he stood now, completely under my guidance.

"Nngh… uhh…" His lips twitched as another sound rumbled from his throat, a low, clueless grunt. He blinked sluggishly, like his body was just now registering the concept of standing. I chuckled, patting his solid chest. "Now, let’s see how flexible you still are."

I took a step back, admiring how his muscles remained tense, as if locked in place. Slowly, I reached out and grasped his wrist, lifting his arm over his head. His bicep flexed naturally with the movement, the thick muscle taut beneath my fingertips. He made no attempt to resist or even acknowledge the action, only grunting softly as his arm moved. "Mmh… huhh…"

I smirked, giving his bicep a firm squeeze. "Damn, you’re really solid," I muttered, rubbing my fingers along the defined curve of his muscle. I leaned in, inhaling deeply against his exposed underarm. The scent hit me instantly—thick, masculine, heady with sweat. A shiver ran down my spine. "Hah… you smell strong, Aiden. Real strong." I murmured against his skin before dragging my tongue experimentally across the damp flesh. Salty. Musky. Perfect.

Aiden gave another mindless groan, his chest subtly rising and falling as I continued exploring his unresisting form. I trailed my hands down his torso, fingers mapping over every dip and ridge of his sculpted abs. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, his skin slick with the remnants of his former effort. My palms glided down to his waist, then back up to his pecs, tracing slow circles around the hardened muscle. Then, with deliberate slowness, my hands drifted lower, sliding down his abdomen, tracing the deep grooves leading toward his shorts. I pressed my palm against the bulge beneath, feeling the weight and heat radiating through the fabric. Aiden let out a sluggish moan, his hips shifting slightly in response to the touch.

"Mmmh… uhhn…" he exhaled, his fingers twitching faintly.

I chuckled, squeezing gently. "That’s a good boy," I murmured, my fingers grazing over the taut fabric of his crotch, testing his responsiveness. His body remained slack, obedient, a sculpted machine waiting for my guidance.

"Tell me, Aiden," I whispered, my fingers pressing firmly against the thick bulge beneath his shorts. "Who owns you now?" I traced slow, deliberate circles over the fabric, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"Hnnnh… uhhn…" Aiden groaned, his lips parting as he tried to form words, but nothing coherent came out.

"That’s right," I murmured, leaning in close, my breath ghosting over his sweat-slicked skin. "You're mine. Completely mine. Say it. Say who owns you."

"Uhhn… y-you…" Aiden’s voice was weak, broken, the last remnants of his former self dissolving beneath my touch.

I smirked, dragging my fingers up his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles flexed instinctively under my control. "Good boy."

"Mmmh…" Aiden hummed blankly, his fingers twitching slightly as his arms dangled at his sides.

"Let’s get you to pose a little," I mused, grabbing his wrists and guiding his arms into a flexed position. His biceps bulged as I positioned them, his forearms coiling with dense muscle. His broad chest pushed outward, every inch of him sculpted into a perfect display of strength. His lips parted as a low, breathy moan escaped him.

"Uhhn…"

"Yeah, that’s it. Hold that for me." I stepped back, tilting my head as I examined him like an artist inspecting a sculpture. He was perfect. The raw definition of muscle, a body chiseled into peak form—and now completely under my control.

I reached forward again, pressing my fingers against his abdomen, feeling the tautness of his core. I leaned in once more, dragging my tongue along the edge of his obliques, tasting the salt and heat of his sweat. "So good…" I breathed, savoring every inch of my new creation.

Aiden let out another grunt, his muscles twitching slightly under my touch. He didn’t understand what was happening—he didn’t understand anything anymore. He was simply reacting to stimuli, a blank slate for me to shape and command.

"I let my fingers trace his rigid muscles, savoring the way his body barely responded beyond a sluggish twitch. "Tell me, Aiden," I whispered, my hands pressing firmly over his broad chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. "Who owns you again?"

"Uhhn… y-you…" Aiden groaned, his voice fragile, struggling to shape the words.

"That's right!" I smirked, trailing my hands down his abdomen, teasing along the sculpted ridges of his core. "You're mine. Forever. No more criminology, no more research. Just this. Just you, staying right here, as my perfect, obedient plaything. And tonight… tonight, we’re going to do something wild."

I grinned, stepping back to admire my masterpiece. His empty eyes stared ahead, waiting, unthinking.

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I woke up to the warmth of Aiden’s body beside me, his steady, rhythmic breathing filling the quiet room. A slow smile curled on my lips as I turned onto my side, drinking in the sight of my sleeping toy. His powerful chest rose and fell, his muscles relaxed, his expression blank and peaceful. It was real. He was real. And more importantly—he was mine.

The weight of my accomplishment settled in my chest, a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me. My little experiment had worked flawlessly, and now, Aiden was completely under my control. No thoughts, no resistance; just pure, obedient muscle, waiting for my every command. As I ran a hand over his thick arm, squeezing the bicep that I would soon make even bulkier, a deep sense of responsibility mixed with excitement settled in. Taking care of him, training him, growing him into the ultimate plaything—it was all up to me now. And I was more than ready to embrace it.

#male muscle #male puppet #gay hypnosis #dronehypno

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withahappyrefrain · 3 months ago

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51) They’re professors who teach the same course but disagree over teaching methods with Jake and Venus…. It’s a match made in heaven

Jake Seresin prided himself on being the best. Not only was the first person in his immediate family to receive a master’s degree, but the first person in his entire family to get their doctorates. He didn’t just work at some local mom and pop doctor’s office, he had been an athletic trainer for a professional football team. He became one of the youngest professors to teach a graduate course at the University of Texas. Now, at the age of thirty six, he was one of the top professors at the University of San Diego for their athletic training program.

And of course, he wouldn't be Jake Seresin if he hadn't developed a name for himself. Dr. Seresin’s courses were known for being rigorous. Jake could count on one hand the number of students who received A’s from him. Though his tenure at USD hadn’t been long, he was well known among the students.

Comparisons between him and other professors would pop up, it was only natural. But one name kept coming up more and more.

Professor Morales.

Though she was part of the College of Medicine, Doctor Morales and Jake both taught Emergency Management of Injuries and Illnesses. The course overlapped with both the athletic training and the nursing program at USD. Truthfully, Jake thought teaching an undergraduate course was beneath him, but he knew he had managed a sweet deal with USD.

It seemed with every passing semester, Professor Morales’ name came up more and more amongst his students.

“I was hoping to get into Morales’ section.”

“I heard Morales is the one to take for that course.”

“I wish I was in Morales’ class.”

Jake tried not to let it get to him. Clearly, his students weren’t accustomed to being held to high expectations. He would put them to work and they would be better off as a result. In Jake’s mind, he was simply preparing his students for the real world, which was fast paced and intensive.

And for a while, he was satisfied with that. But then something unusual began happening.

Not only were more and more of his students passing, but more were getting higher marks. Last semester, Jake had to give three students an A. He was now nearing the double digits in the number of students who had aced his course. What the fuck was going on?

And then he heard it, as students were leaving after receiving their first graded test back.

“My friend has notes from Professor Morales’ class. She said if we use them, we'll pass the class.”

No, that wouldn't do. Not only was Jake having students pass, but the fact they were using another professor’s notes to do so? Worse of all, Morales was a doctoral student.

This had to end immediately.

Jake sent a strongly worded email, letting her know he was going to be in her office at one-thirty to discuss a pertinent matter.

Much to Jake’s dismay, when he arrived he found that Morales had not cleared their schedule and was in the middle of holding office hours. Pathetic. Jake’s office hours were his time to catch up on grading. He had given his students the tools to pass, they knew not to come to him.

By the time it was two, Jake’s anger was barely concealed.

As the last student walked out of the office, a soft voice called out from the officer, “You can come in now Doctor Seresin.” She even had the audacity to sound so nonchalant, like she hadn’t just made him wait for forty-five minutes.

Jake stormed in, already ranting, “Y’know, there’s this thing called courtesy. I made it explicitly clear when I was arriving and you kept me waiting-

He stopped dead in his tracks. Jake wasn't familiar with mythology, but he was pretty certain he was looking at Venus reincarnated. The emerald green pants hugged her hips and thighs. God, her curves. He could imagine what the fabric did for her ass, if she just turned around and-

Fuck, he should not be thinking about a graduate assistant like this. Had it been that long since he last got laid?

“Um, is Professor Morales here?” Jake cleared his throat.

The goddess scoffed, “You’re looking at her. So please, continue Doctor Seresin. I believe you were questioning my audacity to continue holding office hours at my scheduled time rather than drop everything for a man who emailed me no less than four hours ago?”

Right, that's why he was here. To discuss an important matter. Not to gawk over this woman. Yes, she was the living embodiment of Venus. But she was also ruining his perfect record.

“Yes. Well you see, I need to talk to you. About your uh, class.” Why were words becoming difficult for him? Jake never had any trouble laying on the charm to get what he wanted. Till now.

“I teach three different classes, Doctor Seresin. Gonna need you to be a bit more specific,” she smirked before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Uh, emergency management of injuries and illnesses? Anyways, my students are using notes from your class.”

She raised a brow, “Really?” Stepping closer, Jake could smell her perfume. Jasmine. Iris. Her scent was as intoxicating as her quick wit.

“And this is a problem that warranted a meeting because….” Her voice trailed off, waiting for an answer.

“Because of your notes, they're passing. It's a problem,” He fought for his eyes to remain anywhere but her face. His skin felt hot, clammy.

“Is that so?” There was…glee? In her voice? She waltzed back to her desk, giving Jake a view of her ass and how the fabric left nothing to the imagination.

“Well Doctor Seresin, that is important. Thank you for telling me,” she opened her laptop, well manicured fingers beginning to type away.

“T-thank you, Venus-I mean Professor Morales. I trust you're going to deal with it in your next class?”

Her fingers stilled and she looked up at Jake with a gleam in her eyes, accentuated by the black frames that adorned her face, “Next class? I'm dealing with it right now.”

“Oh thank you, I appreciate-”

“I've been telling the Dean for two semesters how awful of a teacher you are for that course. Your students being so desperate to learn the material that they use my teaching materials, is exactly that evidence I need to convince Doctor Krazansky that I should teach all sections of that course.”

“Wait, what?”

She simply smiled, “That's all I'll need from you today, Doctor Seresin. Have a good day.”

Venus paused, her eyes moving from his face to down his body, “Oh, also. You should um, take care of your problem. Bathroom’s on the left.”

It was then Jake became painfully aware of how tight his pants were in the crotch area.

He needed to take care of it. He also needed to buy a ring for his Venus, but that was a whole different story.

#my writing #jake and Venus #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin x female reader #hangman x reader #hangman xoc #hangman x y/n

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joontroverted · 10 months ago

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thinking about sweet single dad satoru who you could never tell is a single dad.

this is HELLA unedited and just a brain dump lol.

you probably should not be out tonight, especially not this late. but that's the beauty of being your own employer right, you have no boss! the only person who's gonna be holding you responsible is yourself but that's not tonight's problem. that's tomorrow you's problem.

so you're out the house too damn late, spinning on the bar stool, waiting for the bartender to fix your drink, and you spin right into the chest of someone tall. soft hands gently hold your shoulders, lifting you off of him with a melodious laugh, and you turn to see such a pretty man. just stupidly pretty. pale skin standing out in the darkness of the club and white hair slightly spiky with sweat, with his blue eyes trained on yours.

“whoa there, are you okay?” he leans in to your ear to ask.

you apologize immediately, and you see that you've made him spill his drink, causing you to apologize even more, offering up your concoction in exchange. he laughs and says that it's not even alcohol, just sprite. he even pays for your drink! you still insist on him having your drink because of how mortified you are, and after a second of consideration, he gulps it down.

if that wasn't enough, he spend the entire night with you, hovering around you, tucking your hair behind you ear, and when you finally hit the dance floor, he dances with you like he's drunk, spinning you about and dipping you every chance he gets, no real semblance of coordination, but his charm and earnest have you beaming and blushing.

he's flirting right? he's definitely flirting.

you ask if he's drunk once you see the pink flush spreading across his face, to which he responds saying that he’s a lightweight and doesn't even enjoy drinking. when you ask him why he accepted your drink and why he's in the club alone at all, he giggles and says he just wanted to keep talking to the pretty woman who bumped into him, silly! also it's been a long day, and he's had some family trouble, which he just wants to cool off from.

you nod, rubbing his back and out of nowhere he blurts out “my son told me i'm both clingy and avoidant at the same time, like a teenager that never developed so i better start acting like my millennial age.”

you have no idea what to say to that.

“and funnily enough we have a father son bonding activity planned tomorrow morning and i don't even know how the fuck to go about it after that.”

“today morning,” you supply unhelpfully.

“what?”

“it's almost 3 am, it's already tomorrow.”

“what?” he repeats, incredulously, staring into his chunky sparkly watch that looks too expensive to be here in the trenches with you. “it's fucking three am? what the fuck?? i am a stupid teenager who never grew up!”

and in under a minute, he's up and gone.

you uber yourself home, completely sober, wondering what the fuck you just bumped into. as you near home, as pretty and charming as he was, you're glad you’re not messing with that train wreck. a dad with a whole son old enough to roast him like that? let alone the fact that he probably has some poor woman or significant other waiting at home for him as he makes poor decisions with you of all people. you really dodged a bullet with that one, you chuckle.

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you smile at the newest student and direct them to their seat. it's a beautiful morning, and you truly love your job. the sun is out, the birds are chirping and the flowers are fresh! you don't have even a drop of tipsiness in your body and you are well rested and excited for the class. you look up with a smile as the bell tinkles and the door opens, to welcome in the last of the students, and you see a familiar tall man's white head of hair accompanied by a sulky black haired teenager, arguing.

“now if you could just talk to me and let us bond over these fucking flowers, that would be great! and we're already late, which is- “ his eyes meet yours. “oh.”

the teenager doesn't even bother being surprised, as he looks between the two of you with a flat look.

“hello! good morning!” you say, trying not to sound odd.

“hi,” replies the man, blinking at you.

the teenager looks at him, and then at you again. “he has a wife,” he says before walking in and taking a seat.

“no i don't!” sputters the man. “i don't!” he insists to you, and you can't be fucked to deal with this nonsense. taking a deep breath, you gather your composure and push into the class.

the art of flower arrangement is not something to be taken lightly. it is an art, something soothing yet there is a system to it. it's important to find your style and flow as you go through it, and you've mastered it over the years, and you hope that your students take something they can cherish from your 1 day work shop. or at least fix their father son bond. in silence.

you learn that his name is gojo satoru, and his son is megumi. you can't lie, they're good students. quiet and dedicated, listening to you explain and following your every step and instructions. you catch them helping each other out here and there and you're glad that this cheating man can actually create some beauty, despite his flaws.

the class draws to an end in a few hours, and you’re glad to see that everyone's had a good time, from all the pictures they're taking and how almost each of them personally came up to you and commended you, some even taking your business cards. you look up and see that megumi has made his way up to you.

“he's single. no wife. just me.”

“did he ask you to tell me that?” you snort.

“yeah. but i said i wouldn't do it.” he shrugs. “he’s a good guy. and i really enjoyed the class. thank you,” he adds awkwardly, before turning and rushing out.

that leaves you with just gojo satoru.

he's sheepish, but the boyish charm from last night is still present and as you break the ice with what megumi said, the conversation moves rather smoothly. smooth enough that even though the environment in your shop is vastly different from that of the club last night, the energy between you is the same. light and flirty at first, but he doesn't show any signs of leaving, helping, no doing most of the cleaning up of the set up, his blue eyes following and lingering on you as you flit around him. he takes every opportunity to abuse his height privilidge in helping you put things away and is surprisingly strong despite his slim build.

you can't help but look at the strip of stomach that shows as he lifts his arms and how his forearms flex as he moves about.

by the time you've cleared everything up, both of your stomachs are growling in hunger for lunch. he has both his and megumi's flower arrangement to take home, and you're leaning into each other's personal space and that's not even talking about how he has a large hand placed on your waist, blue eyes piercing into yours.

you're barely done eating the ramen he's cooked before you're on his lap, his hands coming up from under your shirt, kissing sloppily. he picks you up and takes you to his bedroom in his too big apartment that is neat but sparse save for the flower arrangements set at the table.

the two of you roll around in his bed, him seemingly obsessed with mapping out every inch of your body from the crook of your neck to the cushion of your soft thighs. it's not in your nature to ever move this quickly with a man, especially one that has an entire son, but soon enough you are rid of your panties as he is sinking into your heat. long and hard, he pumps into you, slowly eyes never leaving each other as he whimpers when he settles into you. what started out as slow soon becomes hurried and desperate, the cool sheets clinging to you as he buries his head in your shoulder, biting it in frustration as he has to pull out and come on your stomach.

he’s not done with you though. mouth latched onto your clit, he sucks and sucks, pulling two orgasms out of you in quick succession till you have to push him off of your pussy, causing him to whine.

after he cleans you up and your snuggling, he has his head on your chest

you giggle. “megumi's not wrong. you are clingy.”

“forgive me for wanting to rest on your tits,” he grumbles, only snuggling in closer. “can we not talk about my son after we've fucked?”

you laugh and nod. “okay.”

there's some silence between you as you run your fingers up and down his spine, scritching his scalp and ruffling his hair. he almost purrs like a big happy cat.

“you know megumi's not biologically mine, right?”

“hmm, i figured,” you reply, thinking about how they more or less look nothing alike except for their hairstyle, and even that was a reach.

“his father dumped him on me when i was eighteen and fucked off. megumi was like barely four. his father was a distant cousin. which would make megumi my distant nephew. i tried telling megumi that, so i could be like… his cool uncle. most unhelpful thing ever. i could have told him i was jesus christ himself and that wouldn't have stopped him from launching his school bag at my head at every minor inconvenience.”

the thought of anyone let alone a small angry kid you had no urge to care for throwing a school bag at your head at a whim sounds like actual hell, but satoru (what a beautiful name) has a fond smile on his face as he recalls the memory.

“you think he's moody now? oh this is nothing in comparison to what he had going on back then. he was such an angry baby. so sulky. so moody. and so unwilling to speak to me. and i had no patience for him either. we used to have these screaming matches and it's crazy to think about now. i was screaming back to an actual kid who had completed only a grand total of four trips around the sun. and here i was. eighteen and looming over him, also moody and fresh off of a break up, wondering how the hell this kid had the audacity to hate me so much.”

you press a little kiss on his forehead. “aww, you were an angsty little teenager too! like father like son!”

he pouts, pushing his nose further into your soft breast. “that's why i was so annoyed with what he said last night. i'd like to think i've gotten better. and megumi actually took it back and we did bond today. thanks to your class.”

that makes you feel warm and happy. people don't usually, well ever, see the importance in your craft, invalidating and degrading it too often. you're glad that both satoru and megumi not only enjoyed the class and did well, but also could make a good memory out of it.

“you're welcome.” you whisper, pressing a kiss on his hair.

“we've gotten through much worse without any flowers to help us through it, me and gumi. you know once he took a hammer to school and threatened to smash some kid's head in because he kept pulling the local stray dog's tail. and that was the day i was elbow deep in work and decided to put my phone on silent, and i forgot to pick him up from school. imagine the screaming match we had when we got home after i checked my phone to see 24 missed calls and had to get yet yelled at by his principal. and mid way through it he just burst into tears. and then so did i. and then we cried together as he told me that the stray was his only friend and he missed his family… that's when i finally saw that he wasn't just some annoying kid dropped off on my doorstep. he was just a baby.”

you pull back to look at him. his big doe eyes and unblemished skin, his hand kneading your breast as he thinks back fondly. you think of how gentle he was with megumi in class and how sweetly he speaks of him. you think of the past, a younger, gangly, angsty version of him.

“so were you” you say softly, brushing his hair back. you can feel him breathe in and out against your body.

“huh?” he says, looking up at you.

“you were just a baby. and you're not even thirty now. people have kids when they're past thirty and they still think they're too young. and here you are doing an amazing job! but... you're still just a baby,” you tell him gently, holding him against you.

satoru feels naked under your caring, thorough gaze. vulnerable and safe. his eyes widen as he feels comfort spreading through his body, tangling his legs with yours even more. he continues watching you as the room darkens and your eyes shut, drowsiness taking over you.

he feels like he’s been given a miracle in hands, not for the first time in his life. and as he snuggles into your warm embrace, he decides not to resist falling this time.

#this is such a mess #and not my usual stuff #but it has been on my mind for too long!#maybe i'll write it at some point #i hate writer's block #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #yves tells you a story

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ohwhatagloomyshow · 16 days ago

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Mark, Gemma, Guilt, Grief, and Love

I've seen folks talk about Mark Scout's grief and guilt towards Gemma's death and as someone who is drafting this post while literally sitting in a Master's level social work class called Grief and Loss, and who has lived with complicated grief/prolonged grief disorder (pick your poison for the name), I wanted to make a general post about grief for the fandom to enjoy and hopefully learn from! (I've also written a little about what I will talk about in this post.)

Grief: A natural consequence of love! It is the process of adapting to an enormous change in your life (Note: grief can occur over any single change in your life, at any point. It is not solely related to death!!)

Prolonged and complicated grief: This is a complex, debated diagnosis in the mental health field, because grief is unique to every individual! As a loose and general rule, most folks are able to move through their grief without complications or need for intervention generally within a 12-ish month period. However, anywhere between 7-10% of mourners may develop complicated grief! (I am going to use that term for the rest of this post).

So what is it? Complicated grief is when you can't move forward with your life after your person has died. It's when it still hits you like a freight train when you think about them. It's when you're scared to move on. It's when the pain of that loss becomes the primary way you continue relating to your person. It is a disorder of adjustment. Some important things to note: a few risk factors for developing complicated grief include substance use issues, lack of community, ambivalent feelings towards/conflict with the deceased, unexpected and/or violent death, poor coping skills used during previous traumas/losses, and ego strength. You can see where I'm going with this.

The theory of grief I'm currently studying is focused on four tasks of mourning, developed by William Worden (there's another popular contemporary theory with six tasks, but they're very, very similar to what I'm about to describe). It's important to mention that even if you do not develop complicated grief, you can still spend your entire life cycling through these tasks, as a lot of things come back up as you age and move through life! The idea of complicated grief is that a person gets stuck in one (or more!) of the tasks, so the work is finding why you're stuck and how to move forward through it.

Task 1: Accepting the reality of the loss. This is more than just logical - this is bone-deep emotional.

Task 2: Processing the pain/emotion of the loss. Mark is so clearly stuck in this task - he is nowhere near processing. He is using alcohol to distance himself from his emotions, and he has probably been doing this his entire life.

Task 3: Adjusting to the reality of the loss. Who am I without this person? Am I still a spouse, or am I single? How do I relate to the world now that am living without this person? How am I a different person for having loved (and lost) my person? How does this loss impact my understanding of the world? (This is the one that fucked me up!)

Task 4: Finding a way to live life while maintaining a relationship with the person you lost. A relationship only dies when both people in the relationship are dead. How am I keeping my person in my life while they are gone? How do I keep them with me while I move forward and grow without them? How do I manage forgiveness, for myself and the person I loved and lost?

So what does this mean about guilt? Let's talk about that! One huge thing about complicated grief (in my personal experience at the very least) is that, at a certain point, because you have not built your lost person into your daily-ish life, the way you remember someone is by missing them. Your grief - your frozen-in-time state - becomes your continuing bond. Your pain becomes PROOF that your person lived. It becomes PROOF that you loved them. This distorts itself into "if I'm not grieving, then I did not love. If I let go of my grief, I let go of them, forever."

This can inspire A LOT of guilt, particularly if you had a difficult relationship with the person you lost. We see the end of Mark and Gemma's time together heavily impacted by their inability to talk to each other about the pain of their infertility (which is, itself, a form of disenfranchised grief! It is not, in many places and spaces, a socially accepted or recognized form of grief!!).

HOWEVER, one thing I see repeated a lot, that I would like to very gently challenge here, is that Mark Scout's current relationship with Gemma is based exclusively about guilt, and not about love. And I would just soooo gently like to ask, Why? Why can Mark's journey only be about one emotion at a time? I don't think Mark feels guilty about Gemma's death very much - when asked what he feels shame about, he talks about his childhood dog! Not his wife! He knows he's not responsible for her death. I would argue that Mark's guilt - which, again, he clearly has! - is much more complicated than being just about losing Gemma. I would argue it's about how he allowed things to get. It's about how he handled or mishandled their infertility. It's about his role in the failure of - the distance in - their marriage. It's about how he's (not) managing her death!

What's especially heartbreaking to me about Mark's journey is that we do actually see him start to work through Task 2! He talks about her with Alexa! He has sex with Alexa! He drinks way less on his second, better date! (That's where my pet theory that the severance procedure actually did help with his grief comes in but that's another post). His journey completely changes when he learns - confirms - that Gemma is still alive.

And I would also like to gently push back on: Why can't Mark love both Helly and Gemma? Why must one relationship discussion involve the devaluation of the other? As I mention in the post I linked at the top, I would agree that Mark is not "in love" with Gemma, the way many widows and widowers do let go of that feeling! But why does that suddenly make his relationship with Gemma irrelevant or unimportant? It will be an incredibly complicating factor as he reintegrates and remembers a four year marriage while in love with Helly.

Okay, that last bit was an additional soapbox on my soapbox.

TLDR, Mark lives with complicated grief. It doesn't mean he no longer loves or cares for Gemma, or that his love has been replaced by guilt, or that he's lost the ability to fall in love with Gemma again. It means he has an adjustment disorder and is my blorbo.

I really hope this is a helpful and educational post. I love talking about grief and death, this show was invented just for me, Dan Erikson and Ben Stiller I am free on Saturday, I am free on Saturday Dan Erikson and Ben Stiller if you'd like to talk about grief and loss.

#severance #mark scout #gemma scout #gemmark #gemma x mark #mark x gemma #grief #loss #complicated grief #prolonged grief disorder #he's my blorbo! my little guy! we share a DSM diagnosis!#i love my asshole unlikeable main character mark scout!!!

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trainsinanime · 4 days ago

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When it rains, it pours, or something like that. Model trains are usually produced in small series, so if you want a particular locomotive, you best pre-order it months, sometimes years in advance, and that can mean sometimes two locomotives arrive on the same day. Like yesterday.

First, from my local dealer, I got the DB class 152 from Piko.

The class 152, or Siemens ES64F as it's called by its manufacturer (no number after the F, the ES64F4 is a related but different locomotive) is a heavy freight locomotive that was built in the late 1990s and very early 2000s. 6.4 MW power (that's about 8600 horsepower) are quite an impressive figure. That said, its role in the German locomotive history is not particularly remarkable. It was part of the transition from locomotives designed by individual builders (instead of by the railway, and then jointly built by all the different manufacturers together), and it was part of the transition from one integrated railroads to various sectors, which is why it's a heavy freight locomotive, as opposed to a heavy universal locomotive, in the first place. A universal freight and high-speed passenger derivative of this design exists in huge numbers in Austria, as the Taurus family.

In the end the 152 was overtaken by newer developments. DB originally planned to order 195 with options for a further 100. But first the final 25 were transferred into Austrian style Taurus locomotives, because the 152 wasn't approved for Austria (DB cheaped out and ordered bogies that, it turned out, produce more annoying forces than legal in Austria). And the final 100 were turned into the class 189 (that's the Siemens ES64F4), a multi-system version that can run in many different European countries.

A similar story exists with private companies: Technically the 152 was at the forefront, because Siemens produced two more and put them into Dispolok, at the time their in-house leasing company (since sold several times over). But most of Dispolok's fleet ended up being the Taurus and ES64F4 and since then the Vectron, successor to both of them, and the 152 remained a side note. They are nowadays sold to ITL, part of Captrain.

However, the 152 has a very important part in my personal history. Back in January of 2008, I took a couple of picture of one in Aachen West, the station near my university.

And then some time later, I don't recall when (the earliest files I can find seem to have been created mid-2012, which feels right), I used this as the basis for a user icon that I've since used, in various forms… everywhere. If you see it somewhere, that's me, unless the person using it is saying nonsense, in which case it's an impersonator.

So, yeah, no choice, I just had to buy it.

The model is from Piko and I've equipped it with an ESU LokPilot 5 micro DCC decoder (with Next18 interface). It all looks and works fine, my main tip would be to actually read the instructions. That way you'll learn that the body is screwed instead of clipped on, with screws hidden underneath the trucks, and also that you need to enable SUSI on the decoder, because the light functions are controlled not by the decoder but a chip in the locomotive.

(To put it simply, there's a tiny computer network inside the tiny locomotive.)

As you can see, there's normal front light, rear light (separately controlled), interior cab light and high-beam headlights. The 152, like most modern locomotives, has the outer lights for normal headlights and tail lights, with the inner lights specifically used as additional high-beams, which is implemented perfectly here. Oh, and it also runs without issue.

But it doesn't end there, because while I was getting ready to go to the model train store (where I'd actually just been earlier, to get something else; I saw the email that the locomotive was ready about ten minutes after I left), I also got an email that I got a package with a different pre-ordered locomotive.

This is a class 332, also known as Köf III (as in 3). The Köf III family also includes a number of other class numbers, but the locomotive is functionally and visually the same.

It's a small west-german shunter, built in the 1960s. The "Köf" designator means it was classified as a "Kleinlok", "Small locomotive", which meant a small shunter for use within station limits only that crucially did not need a fully trained engineer. The öf stands for oil burning and fluid drive, i.e. diesel motor with a hydraulic torque converter, and the III means power category three, in practice 240 horsepower. Despite the designation, some of them have also been equipped for very local road service on lines where its 45 km/h (30 mph) top speed is enough. Others have been relegated to be used as shop machines, being officially downgraded from "locomotive" to "tool" or "device", which, again, means you need an even less fully trained engineer. Some also came back from "device" status to "locomotive" status. These have since been sold all over both as shunters and for construction trains, with some ending up in various countries in Africa or even Thailand, supposedly.

The model is by Liliput, nowadays the German and Austrian division of Bachmann, and besides being small and adorable, it has a particular party trick: Remote controlled coupling and uncoupling.

Using the built-in DCC decoder, you can uncouple anywhere on the layout. It even does a little dance, first pushing closer to the car, then opening the coupler, then automatically driving away. It can also open the coupler so it can couple more easily to stationary cars, instead of pushing them away, which happens frequently with the normal N scale coupler. This last feature requires some tight timing, though, I don't yet fully get it right all the time.

The locomotive doesn't run perfectly, it doesn't seem to have any buffer capacitors and is very picky about the cleanliness of the rails. I think some running in should help here, though.

These locomotives have been a long time coming. They were originally announced for 2020, but severely delayed. I pre-ordered mine in October of 2022, already long after they were supposed to be out, but it still took until now for them to finally ship.

Thankfully, pre-ordering meant I only had to pay 2022 pre-order prices instead of the ones I'd have to pay now. I saved about 30€ that way. What to spend them on, though? Ah, I know! A second one of them!

Yeah, on my way to picking up the package, I passed through the local fake Lego store that we have for some reason, and they had that very locomotive. How could I not buy it?

(Okay, both the actual Lego Company and Bluebrixx, the company that runs the store and made this kit, will probably be angry with me for calling this "fake Lego" instead of, like, "compatible plastic building bricks" or "Klemmbausteine" or whatever. And in a legal sense, yes, this is absolutely not Lego, it's just compatible with it, and it's 100% Lego and not claiming to be Lego, so it's legally clearly not fake either… but let's be real. Neither company is paying me. This is fake Lego.)

The quality of that kit is typical Bluebrixx, which is to say, you don't pay a lot, and you get what you pay for. A few pieces don't quite have the same shade of grey as the ones around them, and the design is in parts cool, in parts needlessly complicated, frustrating and unstable. The instructions, which don't come in the box, you have to download them, aren't always fully clear either. It's objectively worse than real Lego, but not so much that you should dismiss it out of hand, I guess. Besides, real Lego make exactly one train every five years, so buying from them is sadly literally not an option.

Anyway, between that and the ASF, that's been quite a lot. I love these locomotives, but, you know, I still need to pay money for food and stuff eventually.

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mueritos · 7 months ago

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heyy, do you have any advice on not getting scared when doing t injections? I did my 15th one today and every time I do it i just get more scared idk why. im not scared of the pain or fucking up my anxiety just spikes everytime im about to do it :[ the moment the needle breaks through the skin its fine though. (also you are a very big inspirstion to me and I love your style and also thank you for posting about hrt, I learned a lot ^_^)

hello friend! thank you for trusting me with this question. i can say a few things that come to mind. one is that with time, you build your confidence with injections, and eventually you might find specific sites that work better for you. For example, I spent my first yr on t injecting into my thighs, but i found that it made my anxiety worse and I had many bad shots, including hematomas, that developed. Instead, I now primarily do all of my shots into my glute muscle, and I find it is far less painful. while it is more difficult to inject, i find that the ways I twist my body distract me from any pain.

Secondly, I would like to say that with time you will get less anxious about your shots. it took me several years to build confidence and to no longer be so afraid. I used to be near-fainting every time i did my shot (and ive never fainted before t shots) and would poke myself 5 or 6 times trying to find an injection shot! Now, five years later, i can confidently inject with little anxiety. However, it doesn't go away completely, it just is not always present. Some shots are more difficult than others, and that's okay! Recognize that there's no singular point in which you stop being scared of shot, and its in fact a biological response to having to hurt yourself!

Some tips: schedule your shot with plenty of time. If it's shot day but you woke up late and usually do it before class or work, just save it for later! Being a few hours or a day or two late on your shot isn't going to ruin your journey. Build a routine with your shot, like implementing a treat afterward or playing a song that keeps you happy/calm. Another tip is to train a friend on how to give you shots! I've had my twin give me some shots when I was particularly anxious, and this can give you time to regulate before your next shot. If you're not comfortable with a friend giving you a shot, see if you feel better having a friend with you during shots! This can be on the phone or in person, as I find talking to someone while doing a shot distracts me from what makes me anxious.

And the final tip: if shots bring up debilitating anxiety, consider switching injection site, im to subq, or switch to a different form of t! there's nothing wrong with switching to gel if shots don't work for you ^-^

hope that all helped! if anyone else has any tips, leave them in the notes!

#muertoresponds #hrt #:)

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sunny-the-intern · 7 days ago

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How MY internship at Stark Industries works: simplified

More questions? Idk bro ask my bosses Tony Stark (@under0-0s) & Ms.Potts. ( @ceohctmess )

What is it?:

So basically— I am a Junior/teen Intern, which is offered to students from ages 14-19 who pass an entrance exam (don’t ask me how I passed— I genuinely don’t know). From there, you have an interview, then blah blah blah some stuff and you’re placed In a division! Then you’ll work near whatever major building for Stark industries is closest to your location, (I.G; Miami Florida, NYC New York, And for me— San Francisco California.)

What Division are you?:

I work in R&D, also known as research and development! Essentially we build stuff, we test stuff from other departments, and fix everyone’s stuff to make it better. Personally, my job is to test whatever I’m handed— teen interns don’t get to test world ending stuff, or anything too dangerous. But! I have tested a couple of the iron-man gauntlets which were sick. Otherwise, I’m stuck doing what everyone else doesn’t wanna do.

Isn’t this like illegal?:

Nuh uh! According to California legal code and crap (don’t ask me federal. I don’t know hun.) a student internship is fully legal as long as a couple criteria is met;

The internship's primary purpose must be for the intern's learning and training, not for the employer's immediate benefit or productivity.

The internship should be tied to the student's formal education program, whether through required coursework or academic credit.

The internship should complement, not displace, the work of paid employees.

The intern's work should be similar to training they would receive in an educational setting.

Woah, crazy right! And since I got this internship through my school it counts as not one, but two classes for me! It counts towards my elective credits and my career tech credits! Insane bro!

But Sunny! Didn’t you say you get paid?:

Great question me! Anyways, yes I get paid, because currently I’m doing additional hours and work outside of the regular teen internship program. So, those additional hours count as my slow transition into being a full time paid internship (bunch of different laws there babes. I hate legal shmegal stuff.) but at the moment Its only a partial paid internship.

Why are you like. In New York half the time then?:

Woah bro! Easy answer! Since this internship counts for school credits, I’m allowed to travel for school, of which the duration I’m traveling I either can do a make up work packet or do online school. Depending on how long I’m needed in another state, I’ll switch between the two. And before you ask; my parents did sign off. They don’t care like at ALL where I am or what I’m doing as long as I ain’t high, drunk, or getting bad grades.

What else is there to know?:

Student interns get dorms to reside in while outside of their home state/county. I’m on year two (2) of my internship, I only work with Mr.Stark because he met me when I was working stark expo and..? Kept..? Wanting to work with me..? (Crazy right.) uhm. Oh! Stark industries is better than hammer tech. That’s all!

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hii, so what do you think will happen to Deku?? ive been seeing soo many people on my tl saying that he'll end up quirkless and i know its not supposed to be like that but now idk anymore and with this last chapter i think he may end up quirkless which i hate btw. Anyways, what are your thots on this and where do you think the memory thing is going?

I'm sorry to say, but I've been a "Deku ends up quirkless" again truther for many years. To me, narratively, it just makes sense for the overall set-up of the main question of the manga: "Can I be a hero?" which has kept coming back in the endgame to come full circle.

In this story, we have learnt that all kinds of people can become heroes: people with "villain quirks" (like Shinsou), people with niche quirks (Aizawa, Monoma), people with troublesome quirks (Mirio), people who don't even use their quirks to be heroes (Hatsume). So I don't see how it would be only the MC, who needs specifically the greatest power in existence to be a hero. Deku needs to be able to face his quirkless middle school self and tell him with all confidence that "you can be a hero too".

To me, given how OFA evolved (the multiple quirks, the shortcuts to 100%, the short learning time), it would make sense if Deku's journey is not to be an empty chalice / tool for OFA, but OFA to be the tool for him to discover his own strengths (physical, mental, battle IQ, etc.), learn how to fight and help him to become a hero.

All Might even did the test run for an Armored Hero, mimicking the quirks of Class A and held up against AFO just as well if not better than people with quirks did. That plot is way more fitting for Deku who has actually been relentlessly studying his friends' quirks and with proto-Deku being an actual tech hero.

And on top of it, I think that Deku staying as ridiculously OP as he is would not give him a happy ending. OFA has no reason to exist once AFO (the quirk) is gone for good. Staying so OP would send Izuku down the road of All Might 2.0 - whether he wants to or not - with no life for himself. He's self-sacrificial enough that if he has the power to do everything, he will keep doing it and run to every corner of the world to help. It's isolating and that rat race is not what makes Izuku as a person happy.

He's someone who likes to hang out with his friends, stop to chat with people he saved and make candy apples to make them smile. That's where his true happiness lie imho.

The only question mark I have is because of Bakugou's ridiculous power-up. I've always thought Bakugou and Deku will end up around the same power level in the end (to keep the whole rivals thing going into post-franchise movies). Probably Shouto too, but that's less of a given.

But now, I'm not sure how Horikoshi will balance this. Bakugou is still nowhere near full-power Deku, but Armored Deku I don't think would be a credible rival to 2xAwakened Bakugou. So because of that, I can imagine, Hori will do the typical Hori-thing and won't commit and will go instead for some half-ass solution of nerfing Deku just so (e.g. having him keep Black Whip or have some asspull of the super strength fuse into his DNA, or get a quirk back from Tomura...) and then keep the fandom arguing who is stronger.

For me, the narratively more compelling story is to have Deku wake up quirkless after the big battle, after he saved the world and getting a few chapters of him getting back to his feet, and not a single soul question whether he still belongs to the hero course because of course he does. And then have absolutely everyone help him - to pitch in money to develop his armor and help him train and everyone (and especially Bakugou) treat him as absolute EQUAL and as an inspiration. And then have him graduate from UA as the first ever quirkless hero ever (and go on to work as hero partners with Bakugou probably).

Hori said that he has a lot of stuff he wants to draw after the war, and I think something like this would make sense.

#c1a asks #midoriya izuku #quirkless deku endgame #bnha endgame speculation

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mindmagiq · 6 months ago

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unboundprompts · 1 year ago

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hi im not able to consolidate a comprehensive storyline, i just have fragmented pieces of what i want to write.

Storyline- two best friends who are popular and are suffering from their own problems

character A is an athlete who is depressed after seeing his stats in recent matches

character B is also an athlete who rarely gets a chance to play in the matches which has tremendously affected his self esteem

also they kiss when they drink but they don't always remember and shrug it off as a mistake if they do.

Pls help me :)

Hi friend! It looks like you've got a great start, your story sounds like it has a good backbone to it. (I love the "also they kiss when they drink" lol it made me laugh)

I've got a couple ideas that might help you out, feel free to ignore them or alter them in a way that suits your story best.

Setting:

Are they college athletes? On an adult league? Professional athletes?

The setting of your story can help develop your plot and your characters, as well as provide extra obstacles for your characters to overcome.

If your story takes place on a college campus, your characters will have to worry about keeping up with their studies, balancing their friendships with their studies and their sports, etc. They'd also be living close together (maybe in dorms or a shared apartment near campus). You can have them go to college parties together, train at the gym together, etc.

If they are professional adult athletes, perhaps you can have them traveling to different places for their matches. Sitting together on the bus, the plane, etc, staying in the same hotel, spending time together at the hotel bar.

Their Relationship:

Are they athletes in the same sport? Teammates? Rivals?

I imagine Character A venting about their stats and Character B responding, "At least you get to play." They offer each other some comfort because they both understand what the other is going through to some extent.

Maybe some of their other teammates grow to dislike them because one of them is playing poorly and the other is a "benchwarmer." The two of them becoming outsiders on their own team force them to grow closer to one another (maybe reluctantly, in an enemies-to-lovers kind of way. One of them still clings to popularity and is rude to the other until they realize they are more of the same.)

After every game they go out to celebrate with the team (If they're in college, maybe it's at a party with other students. If not, maybe it's at a local bar). Somebody insults one of the characters, either for playing poorly or not playing at all, and the other comes to their rescue and defends them. (And then they kiss obviously)

I really love the idea that they both mutually want the other, but are too afraid to admit it so they just chock it up as a mistake. If you're looking to make their romantic relationship a part of your story, I think having one character in major denial about their feelings would suit this scenario very well.

The Root of Their Problems:

Maybe Character A is dealing with an outside problem (unrelated to the sport) that causes them to play poorly and their stats to drop. Their sport was a distraction to the problem, but it is being affected by their performance and it only makes their depression worse. They go from being a great player to having one of the lowest stats on the team. Will they ever open up to Character B about their problem?

Character B rarely gets to play (is it due to being underestimated by coaches? Do they not have good chemistry with any of the other players and therefore can't partner with anyone? Or are they unable to attend the matches for another reason? Why are they not being allowed to play?) and therefore has low self-esteem. What else does this low self-esteem effect? Their performance in classes? Their personality around friends? Does Character A notice? What does Character A do about it?

Will these problems ever escalate to a point that they quit their sport? Will the coach temporarily stop them from playing until everything is sorted out? And what kind of effect will these consequences have on your characters?

How do you plan to resolve their problems? Obviously, depression and a low self-esteem don't just go away. Will their relationship make it easier for them to cope with what's going on? Will they both begin to play in the matches better? Maybe they start to work together more than they did and their performance improves?

Timeline Suggestions:

I think if you start with having at least Character A still being a major player on the team and doing well, then seeing their performance slowly decline throughout the story will be more impactful to the readers (obviously just a suggestion).

If you go with the route that an outside problem is affecting their performance, you can reveal what that problem is early in the story, or maybe you'd like to save it for a moment between Character A and B when they're having a heartfelt conversation.

You could have the characters celebrate their match and establish the relationships between them during this scene through dialogue and actions. If Character B, at this point, is not playing in the matches and you want to start their relationship off rocky, then you could have Character A give them a hard time. If you want them to be good friends from the beginning, then Character A can drunkenly comfort them (and then they kiss?).

Slowly, Character A's problems are starting to affect them more severely. Maybe show them interacting with other people, have them not do good at practice, etc. If the coach would ever prevent them from playing later in the story, you could foreshadow this by having the coach sternly talk to them. Tell them to clean up their act and get it together.

Does Character B notice A's mood? Do they intervene? Does A appreciate this gesture? Does it start an argument or do they grow closer together?

First match since Character A has been off their game doesn't go well. Are they angry? Sad? Do they just shrug it off? Do their teammates tell them not to worry about it? Are they offered comfort or are people upset with them for not doing well? Did their team lose because of them? What does Character B do?

Their performance slowly continues to decline. How does this affect their mood? Does Character B offer them comfort? Try to talk to them about what's going on? How does their team react? Their coach?

If Character B tries to comfort A and it doesn't work, how does this make B feel? If A gets angry with B, how does B react to this? Does A notice their reaction? What do they do about it?

More bad matches that lower Character A's stats, and they feel like they've hit rock bottom. Maybe they finally open up to B about their problems and they have a heartfelt moment. Feelings begin to develop?

You could start to focus on their relationship more here. More drunken kisses, more motivational conversations. Maybe they start to practice and work out together more.

If you want to go this route with their relationship, maybe some other character starts to notice that they are getting oddly close. Maybe they bring it up to one of the characters and that scares them away. Alternatively, it could bring them closer together.

Raise the stakes. Perhaps the coach is unhappy with their performance and gives them an ultimatum? Their team turns on them? Their relationship is in rocky waters?

Begin to resolve the problems. Solidify their relationship (if you want them to get together as a couple, that is), have them find motivation for their matches.

And then happily ever after! Unless...

I hope this helps you! I love angsty scenarios so I feel like I set you up for a lot of heartfelt conversations and breakdowns in each other's arms. That might not be the direction you want to take but I just couldn't help myself haha.

Obviously, these are all just random ideas for you, you can take them or leave them. I'd love to see what you do with this story! If you end up posting on Tumblr, I'd love to be tagged so I can read it!

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lately I’ve seem some Chloe/juleka fanfic ship on tumblr and it got me thinking how that pair would work, I got some ideas, but when it comes to ships in miraculous ladybug you seem to be the master (in my opinion at least) so how would you develop a Chloe/juleka romance. I’m kinda curious.

Woo, this is a hard one. I very much vibe them as friends/coworkers as years go by, or even in laws. 🤣. I am also so very loathe to break up Julrose. They are a precious gem.

I think in order for Chloleka to work you would see the biggest shift on Chloé's end. That itself makes it fascinating. We will assume a world in which Rose is in fact much more interested in Ali, so Julerose doesn't happen, but there is no sadness/drama about it. Rose can still be a good friend.

Next I'm going to go with S4. Luka and Chloé cross paths. He's 'cute' and apparently was a hero right? So she will give him the time of day. Conversely he's curious about this person he has heard so much about from various people.

Luka here is playing a role much more similar to what he does for Adrienette and people in general. He's slow, calm, and patient. He has a vested interest in trying to get a connection, just a basic social one, for Juleka's sake.

After a little coaching Chloé starts to connect(as Luka wanted her to) the troubles she has been going through(with no one seeing) to the situation that Juleka too has been hurt(by her) but people don't really see a lot of what goes on with Juleka.

So it's a more subdued Chloé who is introduced(Via Luka) to Juleka. Juleka on her part doesn't understand what this is about either but she trusts her brother.

And here it the point of connection- They are both introverts.

We actually *see* Chloé exhibiting a lot of introvert behaviors in her more sincere moments. She performs extrovert because she *has* to. She's been trained and forced against her tendencies with this as much as anything, but how much time does she really spend around people?

Meanwhile most everyone mistakes Juleka's introversion for just plain 'shyness'. Even her well meaning friends just think she needs to 'open up' and 'hang out more'.

So it starts off with a lot of silences because it's awkward, but they both *like* silences, and start to realize this. They speak infrequently, but the words are meaningful when they come. Gestures and simply drawing attention to something becomes their own rudimentary 'language' which grows as they interact. They can have entire conversations without words, and don't even need those often.

Luka at first isn't even sure his plan is nearing fruit. There's no big moment or grand gesture(that's the point) Juleka just... relaxes. There's not some big shift in class, if anything Chloé is more quiet than she has been. (Lila's overtures fail) It's actually a while before everyone catches up.

That's okay, it's not their business.

We progress to a Juleka who *does* do modeling, but 'on stage' and 'at home' Juleka is still very different.

We get a Chloé who is quieter and more diligent. She still wants things done, but has dropped screaming as a solution. Doesn't mean people won't still be fired though. 🤣

Rose and Sabrina will become good friends as 'friends of friends' and I think that with Juleka in her life Chloé will feel less need to 'possess' Sabrina(afraid of being abandoned) so we can shift Sabs to a new role herself. She's still always be a helper though, so maybe she will become an intermediary for her boss.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #chloé bourgeois #juleka couffaine #chloleka #musings

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pariskylar · 9 months ago

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THUSRDAY: MAY 23, 2024

lugging herself onto the Quinjet Tiariana flopped into her seat. kicking off her shoes and letting her braids out the bun, she sighed. it's been a long day.

they were at battle for at least two hours and everything hurt.

taking her socks off she immediately started looking for her slippers she kept on the jet.

“every time i look up yo toes out.” Sam said from the seat across from her.

“stop looking.” she shot back spotting her shoes near the door.

getting up she went over and slid them on.

“even if i don’t look, i can smell them.” he pinched his nose.

on the way back to her seat she tossed the socks his way.

“ewww.” he said in a nasally voice earning a smirk from her.

she loves Sam, he was truly like a big brother to her. whenever she needed someone to talk to or just to hangout with he was the fifth person she’d call–right behind Ja'Briana, Makayla, Renee and Joaquin.

Ja'Briana is her older cousin and one of the people she was closest to. Tiara was the only girl and navigating growing into a woman was difficult and confusing. Bri took her under her wings and helped her come into herself.

Makayla is their aunt. she's a year older than Tiara and two younger than Bri. they grew up together and she always had their back. there wasn't a situation which she wouldn't go to bat for them.

then there was Renee, she is Tiara's best friend. they were in the same pre-k class and had the same light up shoes. ever since then they were inseparable.

“you ok?” Torres came out the restroom in a different outfit, sitting next to her.

finally there was Joaquin Torres. they started the super hero thing around the same time, so they leaned on each other for comfort and encouragement. they became work buddies and training partners, then eventually became friends.

“i’m good. you?”

“bit banged up, but i’m ok.” he stretched out “what’re you doing tonight?”

“same ole, same ole.”

"you need to change it up and actually do something to relax. not just lounge around."

“how bout you give me a foot massage to help me relax." she leaned back in her seat, kicking her slippers off putting and her feet on his lap.

“or i can give you a back massage, let that play out.” he whispered to her tickling her feet.

she felt her heart rate increase, excited. Joaquin was a very attractive guy and she had developed a bit of a crush on him. they had a bit of a flirty relationship that never led anywhere.

“stop!” she took her feet off him, putting her slippers back on.

"you 'on't like that?" he stood up

"Keem, move" she got up moving away from him.

"or what?" he grabbed her.

"TORRES" she squealed.

"gosh, you two are always loud." Cassie complained, letting her hair down.

"sorry." Joaquin apologized, taking them back to their seats.

the ride back was unbearably quiet, the only sound was the occasional hum of the jet's engines. after what felt like an eternity, the jet landed. as they were filing off she accidentally bumped him.

“watch it.” he simply said leaving the jet.

Tiariana Ann Smith and James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes. like oil and water, they could never mix. from day one they had beef, to no fault of hers. she was very open and sweet to him, even tried joking but he was always cold and mean to her. she tried to resolve whatever issues they might have by being overly nice, but that only made things worse. eventually she just stopped trying and reciprocated whatever he threw her way.

“watch it.” she mocked under her breath, kicking the slippers off at the exit

she made her way to the complex bare foot. was being barefooted unsanitary? maybe, but she was from Beaumont, TX. she's country and used to being outside shoeless but couldn't seem to break the habit.

she sighed as her feet hit the cool floors of the compound. her feet were so tired, it hurt to walk.

eager to get out those nasty clothes and relax, she made the stupid decision to speed to her room--that only seemed intensify the pain.

peeling off the sweat-soaked spandex suit she felt disgusting. she tossed the clothes in her hamper before going over and rummaging her closet, pulling out a pair of well-worn sweats and an old Nike sweatshirt. dressed, she went to the kitchen where she saw Kate and Yelena stocking up on snacks before leaving.

"see ya, Speed." Kate bid a goodbye leaving with her friend.

"bye, KB; bye, Yelena."

"byeee." she waved over her shoulder.

going went to the mini cellar in the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of wine that she'd slowly been sipping away and a glass. she attempted to open the bottle it didn't want to.

"com'n" she groaned putting it in a headlock and pulling at it's cork, but it still wouldn't budge.

she was down to her last resort. bringing the bottle to her mouth, she chomped down on the cork, it finally popped open.

as she poured herself a glass Sam and Keem came in to say their good byes for the weekend.

“bye, T.” Sam hugged her from the back.

“bye, Cap.” she smiled as he made his exit.

"Tiariana." Joaquin smiled looking her over.

"Joaquin?" she returned the favor.

"this is the part where we tragically part way for the next two days." he let out an exaggerated sighed, taking slow long strides towards her.

he was always so theatrical with their goodbyes, she found it entertaining and kinda cute. standing there waiting for the performance to conclude she took a sip of her wine.

"bye, my friend. see you Sunday." he pulled her into a hug.

“bye, Keem.” she wrapped her arm tightly around him.

he smelled good as always, but she knew the same wasn't true for her. she grew insecure at that fact wanting to pull away but refused to, enjoying his embrace. pulling away he kissed her on her cheek.

"be safe." he pointed to her

"you too."

he blew her a kiss then took off.

with him gone the compound was empty. every weekend she was left at the compound alone while everyone else went about their lives. it used to get lonely being all alone but she learned to love her personal time. to prevent becoming a hermit on Friday's and Saturday's she had her friends over. which she had to prepare for.

getting up she headed straight to her restroom turning on the shower. while the water warmed up she went over to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush. after taking care of her oral health and skin care, at long last she got in the shower. as soon as the water touch her skin everything began to relax.

stepping out that much needed shower she redressed putting on some new fresh sweats and a tank. grabbing her phone, laptop and Nintendo Switch, she waltzed to the living room plopping onto the couch. opening a food delivery app she scrolled for a minute til landing on Chinese takeout. ordering a hefty amount she closed the app and connected her phone to the speakers around the compound. starting her 'chill' playlist, she tossed her phone aside grabbing her switch loading up a game of Zelda.

she was stuck to the game for 55 minutes when she lost.

"com'n Link!" she yelled at the screen as she used her last heart.

she was tempted to chunk the console across the room, but she took a breath sitting it on the coffee table. her phone pang with a notification saying her takeout was here. she ran down the stairs and went to meet the dasher at the gate.

"um, hi?" he handed the bag over

"hey." she smiled handing over the ten dollar tip.

"thanks. have a nice meal Tiariana."

she simply nodded running off. back at the compound's front entrance she saw Barnes' bike in pathway.

he must've forgotten something.

settling in the den she blessed her food before putting on Living Single. she started rewatching earlier this week and had got readdicted.

"we are living single. in a 90s kinda world i'm glad i got my girls" she sang while blindly eating.

when the show started she heard people, who were not a part of her show, talking and giggling.

“and this is the family room- that’s not supposed to be occupied” Bucky said walking in with a lady. "Tiara what are you doing here?"

before she could reply the lady squealed making her way over to the couch.

“Tiariana? ohmygosh! hi, i’m Leah” she grinned holding her hand out.

“um, hi nice to meet you." she shook her hand

Leah nodded, looking back to Barnes “she’s so cool”

“yeah, um, Tiara can we talk in the kitchen” he left the room.

sighing she got up and followed him out.

“i thought you weren’t gonna be here.” he said as soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen.

“i live here.” she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"so do i, but not on the weekends."

"well, i do."

taking a deep breath, obviously annoyed, he ran his hands down his face.

“don’t you have an apartment?” he folded his arms.

"don't you?" she retorted, her eyebrow arched in challenge.

"if you must know, my rent has spiked. so, i'm here for the foreseeable future." he explained, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"hm." she hummed, taking a long, deliberate sip of her water.

"look, is there any chance you could stay at your place for a while? just until i sort things out?" he asked, trying to sound casual but his face gave him away.

her non-chalanceness was clearly grating on his nerves, she liked it.

"don't have a place." she replied with a shrug.

"really? you’re like 25?" he sounded near appalled.

"I'm 30." she corrected him.

"that's... unfortunate." he said, earning an eye roll from her.

"and your opinions are as outdated as you are" she shot back

"very funny," he replied dryly.

"why does it even matter to you? this compound is like a thousand acres" she pointed out.

"ugh," he scoffed in exasperation.

"oh, i'm sorry, does my presence here bother you that much?" her voice dripped with sarcasm

"kinda, yeah" he admitted, not bothering to soften the blow.

"aw" she responded with a mock pout.

irate, he turned on his heel and walked away without another word.

"Leah?" he called out.

"yes?" she skipped over to him.

he collected her and headed to his room slamming the door behind them.

fucking dick

she went back to the living room and settled back onto the couch continuing her show and putting a dent in her take out. one and a half episodes later, she was stuffed and could hardly move.

collecting the unfinished food she trudged to the kitchen putting it away.

woo i shouldn't've let my eyes get bigger than my stomach

sagging back on the couch she idly stared at the television, not paying attention to much of anything. as the show played on she found herself slowly drifting off until she KO'd.

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