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[signedkoko]

Hi, hello, hey!! I just saw your Mammon x reader who calls him husband sometime and I loved it so much just- chefs kiss! If your willing, maybe a Vox x reader like that?

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which you refer to Vox as your husband, despite the fact that you aren't married. Genderneutral reader.

It was your 7th anniversary, and as per he had planned out a lovely evening for the both of you

He made you breakfast in bed (one for himself too, so you could hang out)

Then you went out for brunch

A 4-hour couple spa retreat

And then he had a stylist ready to pamper you and prepare you for dinner

It was never a simple evening if it was anything important to you, Vox treated you like you'd been married your whole life

He never leaves the honeymoon phase

But at the same time, he's so distracted with the company and how well everything is going that he doesn't really think about change

Change is good, so long as it's for the better, but that's business talk!

The only change he concerns himself with when it comes to you is you being hurt or leaving him

If he can wake up every day by your side to you happy and healthy, then there's nothing to change

Vox gets to the restaurant before you just to make sure everything is perfect

Candles, a fresh bundle of flowers he bought right before, and a spritz of the cologne he knows you adore

When you looked around to find him and he waved you over, you dismissed yourself from the host

" Oh! I see my husband right over there. Thank you! "

As far as he was, he heard every little word

A snap of electricity sparks between his antennae

As you approach him, he is internally saving the audio and replaying it over and over in his head

' Oh! I see my husband—my husband—my husband—my husband— '

" Hell to Vox? "

The audio is turned down, but he's still replaying it as he snaps back to reality, a large grin on his illuminated screen

" Shit! Yeah. Hey, babe, you look amazing! "

Amazing was an understatement, but he was so flustered that you had almost caught him in his embarassing love-sick ways that he couldn't get his charm back on fast enough

Your favourite wine is poured fresh out of the bottle into a chilled glass by his twitching hand, but you're so long in conversation that you don't notice how shaky he is

Internally, he's already browsing for rings and setting up appointments with wedding planners

It's almost as if he just heard you say, 'I do', and there's no braking on this high-speed chase now

Author's Note - I really loved this prompt on Mammon, and it suits Vox a lot too! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope its met your expectations!

[oneforthemunny]

build me up, buttercup |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!nepo baby!reader|

prompt: you and eddie are planning a baby shower to welcome in your first baby, persephone. or how the girl's flower themes are born.

a teeny tiny blurb that i'm excited to share. follows the lore than each of the girls have their own flowers, and this is how persephone's came to be <3 hope you enjoy!

contains: pure fluff. honestly just cutesy shit. language. pregnant!reader.

"I just want something bright." You hum, swaying gently to soothe your sore, aching joints. Your ring dazzled in the bright light pouring in from the open windows, smoothing over the swell of your stomach.

"Is there a specific color, Mrs. Munson?" The timid event planner asked, spreading out swatches of bright yellows, powdery blues, pastel pinks. "If we start with a color, maybe that would help narrow down the options?"

"I don't know." You frowned, a swell of frustrated tears bubbling to life in your chest. You didn't know, and you hated that you didn't know. It was your baby shower, you wanted it to be perfect.

Eddie's spine straightened, eyes cutting to you carefully. He sensed the tears, the irritation of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, all threatening to come out the only way they knew how to. He'd been on the receiving end of too many of those fits. His hand found your thigh, squeezing it gently, thumb rubbing soft circles over your soft flesh, a desperate attempt to soothe.

"You're wanting flowers, right? That's the main theme." Your assistant, Natasha, a complete saint in disguise. With pregnancy brain and hormones, you were sure you'd never make it without her. "Do you have options for a floral theme?"

"Yes," The planner squeaked, thumbing through her briefcase of photos, swatches, notes.

Eddie felt you tense, your hand rubbing over your stomach in slow circles, huffing in defeat. "Hey, could you give us a second, Nat?" Eddie hummed. "Just give us one sec to look and kinda talk."

"Of course. Let's take a little break. I'll go get some tea." Natasha gave you both a small smile, padding to the kitchen the event planner following closely behind.

Your sigh, heavy and huffy, echoed off the walls. It made Eddie cringe gently, pulling the flower pictures closer to the two of you. "What about this one? Nice and pink for ya." Eddie held the small sample photo up to you, filled with sweet peas and hydrangeas, obnoxiously pink.

"Yeah," You muttered, lips still puffed in a pout. "I don't even know if I want pink anymore."

"Blue?" Eddie grinned lightly. "Trick everyone into thinking it's a boy incase there's a leak." He cringed when your breath hitched, eyes wide in horror.

"I'm kidding, baby." Eddie added quickly. "No one's gonna leak. We're keeping it intimate."

"Yeah, right." You sighed. "My mom and dad will bring all these people I barely even know."

"And I'll tell them to leave." Eddie's chest puffed, spine straightening. "I'm serious. They're not on the list, they can fuck off, alright? Goes for Victor and Tana too. Not gonna let them upset you."

The small smile you gave him felt like a standing ovation, a victorious win after a grueling, hard day. Filled his chest with warmth, hand squeezing yours lightly.

"If there's even a shower to kick them out of." Your smile fell just as quickly as it came, shoulders slumping with them. "Can't even pick a theme."

"We'll get it. C'mon," Eddie's calloused fingertips tickled your jaw, lifting your gaze to his. "Don't be like that, sweetheart."

"I can be like that if I want to." Your voice teetered on the edge of a whine, the hinting of a cry. "I can't even make a decision about a baby shower theme. How am I going to make a decision about a baby?"

"Stop that." Eddie shook his head, voice dropping to a soft coo. "Two totally different things, baby. Not even comparable." It was rational, firm but soothed your bundles of nerves. You both had your own worries, fears about parenthood- fear of the unknown that was creeping closer and closer.

"Here," Eddie stood, chains hanging from his jeans jingling with every heavy step towards the shelves on either side of the television, lined with books.

Eddie's fingers danced over the spines, until he found the book. Still new, no cracks in the spine or bent pages, a gift from Farrah when you told her the baby's name. "I saw it at this bookstore in Amsterdam. I had to get it." She'd squealed, giving you the book with a title that your baby shared- Persephone.

Eddie had been more elated than you, reading it front to back more than once. Reading it to you at night, eyes lighting when he'd read something interesting.

"I think I saw somethin' in here." Eddie sank back down beside you on the couch. "Just an idea."

You curled into him, knees tucked under you, head on the soft, worn material of his t-shirt. His cologne, a faint smoky smell of a cigarette- you could feel your body relaxing, intoxicatingly calm.

Calloused fingertips thumbed through the pages until he found the page he was looking for, lips parting in a soft, triumphant hum. "Look," Eddie tilted the page towards you, fingertip tracing the small etching of a flower. "Says there's some history behind this flower and Persephone."

You titled your head, eyes scanning over the text.

"In the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, Earth Goddess Gaia produced the yellow petaled Narcissus specifically to enchant Persephone. Now, this early blooming flower is seen as the harbinger of Spring, announcing Persephone's ascent to the surface."

"Interestingly, for all it's association with rebirth and new life with Spring, the bulb is highly toxic?" You frowned, head tilting up towards Eddie.

His lips curled in a wide, excited grin, eyes shining with gleaming pride. "That's fucking cool, isn't it?" Eddie beamed.

Heat blossomed in your chest, dissolving the feeling of frustration and fear, and blooming with something lighter. Soothing and happy, spreading through your chest all the way to your cheeks.

"That is pretty cool." You nodded, scanning the table for a yellow swatch. "We could do like a yellow and white kinda theme, right? That would be neutral in case it did get leaked."

Eddie gave a small eye roll. "It won't get leaked." He muttered, setting the book to the side. "But, yeah, neutral but still bright."

"Make the narcissus the main flower. Maybe add baby's breath and something else..." You muttered, pulling the swatches in front of you. Eddie's chest boasted, watching your small frown on your features, determined instead of frustrated now.

"Do they keep?" You turned to Eddie. "Like, they won't wilt or be gross, right?"

"Buttercups? Nah, they'll keep." Eddie shook his head gently. "Used to pick them for my mom all the time when I was little. She'd keep 'em in a vase and some water, and they'd stay forever."

Your heart swelled, a dull ache behind his words. Even now, married and expecting a baby, Eddie rarely spoke about his mother. Every small detail he'd share, you'd guard protectively in your thoughts, wanting to remember every detail you could.

"Ok," You nodded, a small sigh of relief. "Let's do that then."

You groaned, pushing off the back of the couch, Eddie's hands quickly finding your waist to help you stand. "Will you go get them? I have to pee, and I'll be right back."

Weeks later, Eddie was sure he'd never seen so many shades of yellow- so many flowers in his life. Your family's Malibu home transformed to a bright, floral baby shower of your dreams. Buttercups at every arrangement, starred prominently in bustles of baby's breath and tiny white daisies. All the guests even in various shades of yellow, shining brightly under the California sun.

Eddie managed to sneak a bouquet after the party, when you'd gone to lay down and the staff was cleaning up. He'd handed it to Natasha, sent it with her to get pressed and framed, until it found it's new home in the nursery.

[honeytonedhottie]

masterlist (2024)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪷

law of assumption and manifesting

how i write my scripts

a look into my own manifestation

some manifesting exercises

random success story

beginners guide to manifesting

robotic affirming

law of assumption ins and outs

reprogramming subconscious mind

rampaging with manifesting

valentines day prep challenge (day one)

valentines day prep challenge (day two)

valentines day prep challenge (day three)

valentines day prep challenge (day four)

valentines day prep challenge (day five)

valentines day prep challenge (day six)

valentines day prep challenge (day seven)

honeys tea on self concept (improved)

how i make affirmations tapes + affirmation tape

you know how to manifest

ways to apply the law

for when u think u "failed" at manifesting

reprogramming ur mind activity

building a new life and identity (remake)

what to do when the 3d hasn't aligned

how to deal with self doubt when manifesting

i pledge allegiance

how to manifest faster

dealing with the unfavorable

self care and beauty

for healthier hair

shampoo and conditioner recommendations

long list of self care practices

at home spa day

doll hand-book

maintaining a clean and fresh appearance

"your glowing"

general hygiene secrets and tips

hot girl summer prep

glazed doughnut skin secrets

things that are on my list to buy (beauty binder)

mental well being and healing

the feel better formula

the tea on self love

disconnect and heal

ways to feel better about ur appearance

sustained satisfaction

how to keep going

embracing being alone

for rest and relaxation

the happy pill

self care assessment

how to unwind

shadow work prompts

how to stop being toxic

how to feel enough

honeys girlblogging and that girl-ism

starting a video diary

how to deal with mean girls

ur guide to effortless glamor

little habits to adopt

embodying the wellness girlie aesthetic

the wizard liz mindset analysis

hyper girliness

dear diary

starting ur fitness girlie era

dopamine detox challenge

starting a collection

honeys guide to throwing a slumber party

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE - FEBRUARY EDITION

giving urself princess treatment

video dairy entry ideas

cultivating creativity and a deeper sense of self

starting and managing ur blog

how to be rich and luxurious

HONEYS BUSINESS INQUIRIES

a glamorous well being

incorporating luxury

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE - MARCH EDITION

productivity and self development

focusing on urself

getting seriously organized

honey's resource bundle

getting it together

a fresh start

trusting and betting on urself

becoming ur own project and self upgrading

reset routine

goal ideas

practicing self discipline

things to do while on a dopamine detox

making an effective planner

the art of conversation (from a professional yapper)

restocking and replenishing

school and studying

school notion tutorial

becoming an academic weapon challenge

studying methods + tips

how to get good grades without excessive studying

academic resources

ways im romanticizing school

pretty and well educated

notes from honey🎀🍰

places to go vision board

notes from honey - note one

notes from honey - note two

things that make my mornings a million times better

[redroomreflections]

The Ghost in The Window Chapter 2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a former child star and one-half of one of Hollywood's most powerful couples, you’re no stranger to the dangers of the spotlight. Life has just begun to settle for you as you navigate motherhood, marriage, and your career. When a fan-turned-stalker gets a bit too close for comfort, everything is turned upside down

Note: Uploading the WIPs too.

W/c: 5.9k

chapter 1

You awoke to the sound of a baby crying and crackling from the baby monitor on your nightstand. You adjusted your position in bed, lying on your side, peeking one eye open to view the screen. For just a few seconds you were hoping that Grace would fall asleep again. Of course, that would be too easy and to no surprise, she’s awake in her crib. You reach out a hand to feel for your phone, finding it under the bundle of blankets, to see it’s only six in the morning. You guess your day would be starting now. It doesn’t take you long to rush to the bathroom to relieve yourself and then make your way to the nursery. You stop at Rose’s bedroom to see her lying peacefully amongst a mountain of stuffed animals in her bed. You close her bedroom door again and leave her to sleep. At least one of you is getting that luxury.

You have Carla on standby when needed but you’d instead do all of this on your own. In the months between work, there’s always something to do. Motherhood was just one of them. It’s your favorite part and though it gets lonely without Natasha here you know she’s never too far away. You step into Grace’s bedroom, tapping the light switch to flood the room, while you grab her from her crib. She’s cuddly this morning as she lies her head on your shoulder.

“First, we get a diaper change, and then Mommy needs her coffee,” You narrate the entire day to Grace. You lie her atop the changing table, one you rarely use, as you quickly get her all cleaned up. “I know that was uncomfortable. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” Her whining dies down to slight sniffles as she looks up at you. She’s enamored by you and your speaking voice. She grabs onto one of the pacifiers lying near her head to press it into her mouth.

Once that’s settled you head down to the first floor where you find Mocha waiting at the kitchen doors to be let out. You unlock the french doors with one and open it wide enough for the Mocha to go and relieve himself.

Next, you try to put Grace in her high chair to free up your hands but she’s having none of it. Her cries of protest are heard, so you keep her on your hip as you prepare a coffee. Using a Keurig is an easy enough process, and you use it efficiently. Grace watches you for a little longer before deciding she’s ready for her breakfast. She tugs at the material of your tank top with chubby hands, hoping to free one of your breasts.

“Mommy’s trying to hurry,” You say. While you wait for the coffee to finish, you go onto the patio to place your planner and phone on the table. You’re honestly doing a lot for a relaxing morning at home. When the coffee’s done, you take extra care to keep it out of arm's reach of Grace. You sit in a cozy spot where you can see the view of Los Angeles from your backyard. The sun had only risen an hour ago and was already shining brightly. It’s a peaceful morning if you do say so yourself. You position Grace in your arms, shifting your tank top up, and wait for her to latch on. Her suckling is steady and strong. She’ll be occupied for the next twenty minutes. You crack open your planner, eyeing the next week's dates as you go over your schedule. You have an outfit fitting and a photo shoot tomorrow, a brunch with friends in two days, and a party that you’re throwing in a couple of nights.

It’s an end-of-summer party that you host annually. Friends and family all get together to celebrate various accomplishments and goals they’ve tackled throughout the summer. You’re honestly just ready for the fun to begin. You spend several months of the year working your ass off and you deserve to celebrate. You open up a notes page on your phone to go through the checklist you’ve been keeping for the past week. You’re having the party here at home so the guest list isn’t too big. Your house is big enough to fit about sixty people. Anything more and it would be bursting at the seams. There’s no real theme. However, you’re bound to call it a summer splash party or something. The invitations have been sent and RSVPs are coming back by the buckets. There’s also catering and a personal chef coming to bring food. When you said a small party you might be lying. This thing may turn out to be something more than you imagined it would be. Those usually turned out to be more fun.

You’re finishing up with your checklist just in time to switch Grace to your other breast. She’s content and happy as she fills her tummy. The next few minutes are spent in silence as you sip your coffee. You should think about breakfast. Natasha is coming home today and you wonder if she would enjoy something homemade or a restaurant meal. Rose loves IHOP and you’re sure neither of them would protest going to the family chain.

Speaking of Rose, the princess is awake, and a tad bit grumpy as she opens the patio doors to come and greet you. She curls into your side, her head on your arm, as she grumbles.

“Oh, is someone grumpy today?” You ask and she nods her head. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Mama’s not here yet,” Rose frowns and you know the feeling. Life is always so much better with Natasha there. You brush her coils out of her face, her bonnet must have fallen off sometime in the night, to see her eyes. She pouts up at you and gets a little annoyed when you smile.

“You’re in luck,” You tell her. “We are going to pick Mama up from the airport in about an hour. I was going to go on my own but you’re awake so you can go too.” You offer and Rose smiles.

“Can we get her flowers?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” You say. “We can pick them up on the way there.”

It was settled. You would be getting Natasha flowers, picking her up from the airport, and then hopefully breakfast. In that order.

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There’s only one small teeny tiny detail you forgot when it comes to airport runs to LAX. Don’t do them. It’s a confusing and congested airport with twists and turns you never believe. The traffic is always out of this world and you develop road rage at the mere idea of it. Times like now you forget you’re in a place of privilege where you could have utilized a driver to fetch Natasha. It sounds fancy but it’s useful. Though it’s too late now. You park the car in one of the visiting parking garages. You’re sure the paparazzi are somewhere inside waiting for Natasha or some other celebrity to make an appearance as they’re always conveniently waiting for you there. Despite the various rumors from many different sources, you don’t call the paparazzi on yourself. You think it’s inauthentic and a bit dumb. It’s a complete lack of privacy that you’re not willing to participate in. Especially when the kids are involved. Grace has been left at home with Carla while you’ve made an event of your time with Rose. She enjoys being the star of the show anyway.

You help Rose out of the car, holding onto her hand tightly as you grab the bouquet of rainbow roses in the other hand. The walk to the baggage claim isn’t too far. Rose’s little legs struggle to keep up but she doesn’t complain one bit. You receive a text from Natasha letting you know she landed. You send her your love and a reply that you’re here waiting for her. You wait in a corner together where no one will bother you. You push the sunglasses you’re sporting further up your nose as you watch Rose play a game of pretend hopscotch in front of you. She’s wearing matching sunglasses that you think are utterly adorable on her. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see someone trying to sneakily record. When you look in their direction their device is put away. You offer them a small smile though you would like to do anything but. Perks of the job you guess.

“Rosie, look,” You instruct the four-year-old when you catch a glimpse of Natasha further down. Rose’s head shoots up, unable to see from her vantage point, and so she comes to stand next to you again. You point, handing her the roses to take Natasha. Rose’s entire face lights up when she catches sight of her. Natasha waves and smiles widely when she spots you. She opens her arms wide and kneels to catch Rose when she runs to her. They’re wrapped together in a tight embrace for a few more seconds. Natasha takes Rose in her arms, transferring her to her hip so that she can come over and hug you. It feels good to have her in your embrace. She looks good and smells expensive. It’s a funny thought but everything about her makes you happy.

“Hi,” Natasha greets you with a peck to your lips. “How are you?”

“Good. Everything’s fine,” You smile.

“Mama, we got you flowers see,” Rose holds up the bouquet so that it’s directly in Natasha’s view.

“I see,” Natasha takes the flowers. “I love them so much. Thank you for thinking of me.”

“You’re welcome,” Rose looks around. “Can we go get food now? My tummy is rumbling a lot.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Natasha reaches behind her for her bags. It’s only a few suitcases so you help with the other ones. You walk side by side towards the parking garage. “Hey, Rosie, put your sunglasses down,” Natasha instructs and she does as told. Upon exiting the airport, you’re met with the flashing lights of the paparazzi cameras. Leave it to you to forget to ask for your bodyguard to tag along. Sometimes you conveniently forget that you’re a well-known person and that privacy is a luxury. Natasha holds Rose closer to her as she follows you to the car. Rose goes in first, Natasha helping her with her seat buckles, while you toss the bags into the truck. Overall you’re able to ignore the badgering and borderline inappropriate questions. You climb into the driver’s seat and take extra care to pull out of the parking spot.

“I don’t like those men,” Rose says from the backseat. “They’re always yelling and they are not nice people at all. Right Mama?” She looks for Natasha’s approval.

“That’s right they’re not nice people,” Natasha agrees. “Now do you want to eat at home and get delivery or do you want to go to our favorite restaurant? It’s up to you.”

“IHOP!” Rose cheers. It won’t take you long to get to your destination. If you didn’t count an hour as long. For LA traffic it truly isn’t a long time. You and Natasha have considered moving back to her hometown of Cincinnati. It would be much quieter and way easier to live in. It’s something you’ve thought more about in recent months. No, you’re not ready to give up your career and the perks that come with it. Though you’re always thinking of the girls' safety and happiness too. Rose’s school is here. Her friends, your friends, and your community is here. It would be a big change. A change you’re simply not ready for yet. As much as Natasha wants to leave, you don’t think she’s ready for it yet either.

IHOP is pretty deserted at this time of day. It’s a weekday and everyone would either be working or had something better to do. This was a great opportunity for you to have a family day out. Rose couldn’t contain her excitement as she hops out of the car to hold Natasha’s hand. She practically drags the redhead into the building of the place you frequent. Though there are places with finer dining that is maybe more expensive that you can’t deny her the simplicity that is IHOP.

When you reach the entrance you’re met with a semi-familiar face. You can’t pinpoint it right away but when she introduces herself you understand now.

“Hi, for three,” Natasha requests and she nods. You follow the young girl to a corner of the restaurant where an open booth is. Rose takes the inner area and Natasha slides in after her. You take the other side, crossing your legs, before narrowing your eyes.

“Have we met somewhere before?” You ask and the girl grins from ear to ear.

“We have,” her ponytail bounces whenever she speaks and now you can see that she can barely contain her excitement. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you. “I’m Carissa. WildeLover04 on twitter. We’ve met a couple of times now.”

“Oh, wow,” You remember now. Her face has now been engrained in your mind. “You work here?”

“It’s my first week,” She confirms. “I heard the tips over here on this side of town were good. So I applied and got the job on the spot.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Rose reminds you. She taps a picture on the menu to signal she wants pancakes and she’s not willing to wait for a second longer.

“Well, Carissa, congratulations and it’s very nice to meet you,” Natasha adds to the conversation.

“Thank you,” Carissa takes out her pen and pad. She must have forgotten her script because a few seconds later she’s scolding herself. “Right, sorry, silly me. Can I get you guys started with something to drink?”

“I’ll have a coffee, black,” Natasha requests and she looks to Rose for her request.

“Orange juice, please,” Rose chimes in.

“She’s so well-mannered,” Carissa comments as she scribbles down the order. She waits for you to say yours.

“I’ll take a water, thank you,”

“Okay, great, take some time to look over the menu and I’ll make sure to bring those drinks right out to you,” She promises and walks off with a beam.

You wait until she’s out of earshot before turning back to Natasha.

“That girl is like a super fan of mine,” You inform her. Natasha seems interested enough. You give her the entire rundown of everything with Carissa and how big of a following she has.

“Do you find it weird that she works here?” Natasha tilts her head.

“Hmm, no, maybe a little,” You’re not too sure. “It’s not like she would have tried to work here to only see me. I’m sure other public figures come and eat here all the time.”

“She’s a bit awkward but seems harmless,” Natasha shrugs. As long as she remained respectful there should be no problem.

Things are smooth sailing for the rest of breakfast. Rose gets the jr pancake combo that comes with confetti sprinkle-covered pancakes. You get french toast and Natasha gets chicken and waffles. You eat from her plate and she’s all too willing to share. Carissa hovers a little but you just write it off as her being a good waitress. You leave her with a hefty tip and give your goodbyes to the rest of the staff that you’ve come to know. You stop for the bathroom first when you bump into her again. Natasha and Rose head to the car to wait for you. It’s a quick trip and you’re about to wash your hands when she comes in. You give her a polite smile and proceed with your hand washing. She’s on her phone and she’s texting a mile a minute. Suddenly, she looks up at you.

“Hey, um, this may seem weird,” She comes across as shy though you’re beginning to think she’s anything but. “I sent you a bear. I have a friend that works at CAA and I was wondering if you received it. I know you sent a tweet for thanks but I just wanted to make sure Rose liked it.”

“Oh, yeah, I have it. I usually try to keep everything that’s sent to me,” You look at her through the mirror.

“Great, I’m glad,” She looks at her watch. “Thank you for being so nice about everything. I know I’m coming across as creepy. I’m just really happy I got to meet you and everything.”

“No problem,” You say. You think it’s a bit of an awkward conversation to be having in the bathroom. “It’s so nice that you’re so normal. I’ve met a lot of people that don’t keep their cool when meeting me.”

“No, I’m totally chill,” Carissa promises. “I’ve met a lot of celebrities before but you’re my favorite.”

“Thank you,” You take the compliment. “I have to go now but thank you for the kind words.” You slip past her and take the exit. You meet Natasha and Rose in the car. You slide into the driver’s seat again and it’s time to head home.

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When you arrive home, Natasha keeps the girls occupied while you go for a quick nap. You’re still thinking about Carissa and the conversation you had with her when you get to your bedroom. You reach for the bear that’s been tucked in a corner of your bedroom until now. You checked it for cameras or a mic upon receiving it but now you’re a little paranoid. You don’t want to assume that Carissa has ill intentions but you can never be too sure.

“Everything okay?” Natasha asks as she steps into the bedroom. She eyes the bear and you.

“Peachy,” You take the bear, inspecting it for any unusual stitchings or holes, only to find none. Maybe you’re overreacting. This time you stuff it in the back of your closet where it will stay for the near future.

“What’s that about?” Natasha leans against the dresser with her arms folded. She watches as you stuff the bear into the back of the closet where neither of you can see it.

“It’s nothing,” You shake your head. She probably wouldn’t believe you if you said it.

“Okay,” Natasha takes your word for it. On your way out of the bedroom, she reaches a hand out to catch your arm. She tugs you into her, wrapping her arms around your waist, to keep you there. “I haven’t kissed you today.”

“We kissed at the airport?” You remind her and Natasha plays coy. “I’m sure there are dozens of paparazzi pictures and fan edits to show you.”

“I don't know it’s been so long I’m forgetting what it's like,” She shakes her head and you chuckle. You decide to refresh her memory in another way. This time by leading her to the bed where you gently push her down. She sits with a happy expression on her face. She gives your body a once-over, and the wanton look sends chills down your spine. As you lean into her, you move to straddle her lap, directing one of her hands to your bottom. The first kiss is innocent enough. Short and sweet. A reacquaintance if you will. The next kiss is a little more passionate. A little more heated and definitely a lot more tongue. You breathe through your nose as best you can, letting out a little moan when Natasha bites your bottom lip, and you get lost in the kiss.

“My eyes, they’re burning,” Rose interrupts your makeout session. She covers her eyes with both hands and walks blindly over to the both of you. “No hands in naughty places.” She warns the both of you and you laugh at her words.

“That’s right, Rosie,” Natasha agrees. She moves her hand to a more respectable place. Before either of you realize what’s happening, Rose is pushing you from Natasha's lap to sit.

“I forgot I’m not the only woman in your life anymore,” You roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

“Mama, guess what?” Rose says.

“What?” Natasha plays along. “You got a new doll?”

“Nope,” Rose shakes her head.

“You grew another arm?” Natasha uses her strength to flip Rosie around to search for a new arm.

“No, Mama,” Rose giggles. “I got a hideaway in my room. Want to see?”

“I’d love to,” Natasha allows her to slip from her lap before following her.

“C’mon, Mommy, you too,” Rose toddles back to you to pull you to a standing position. You both walk with her down the hall to her bedroom. Rose’s bedroom is every little girl's dream. At least it was the dream bedroom you wanted when you were younger. It’s a soft pink whimsical-themed bedroom with a twin-sized sleigh bed. Her toys are lined up along her window seat rather than in her toy box. Rose’s bed is made up courtesy of Carla and it’s pretty neat. On one side of the bedroom, she has a tent that she plays in more often than not. There’s her dresser, her closet filled with many dresses and tutus, and her new hiding spot.

It’s a crawlspace. Nothing too huge. Not big enough to be considered an extra room. The walls are the same color as the bedroom. You had a contractor and electrician come to install lights and ensure the room was safe for her to be inside. There’s a mini chandelier-type light that Rose picked out herself. A sleeping bag, some of her toys, and a blanket inside. Natasha crawls in first and then you. You both fit comfortably along with Rose.

“This is really nice,” Natasha looks around. There’s a chalkboard wall behind her and it’s already filled with plenty of drawings from Rose. “I think your new space is fit for a princess.”

“Thank you,” Rose shuffles around her toys to sit. “You’re not too big either, Mommy.” Rose gestures to both of you.

“Nope,” You nod.

“I don’t know Rose this is a whole house,” Natasha pokes her. “Can I move in? Are you going to charge me rent?”

“No,” Rose laughs again. “No grown-ups allowed or even boys.”

“No grownups? Mommy and I are grownups? Can we come in,” Natasha tilts her head?

“Y-yeah but not when the door is closed. That means privacy,” Rose sets the record straight. “And no boys because I don’t have a brother. I want one though.”

“You want a brother?” You raise a brow. This is the first you’ve heard of this.

“Yes, I need a brother so he can teach me how to skateboard,” Rose reasons. She crosses her feet at the ankle and tells you all about why brothers would be nice. “But he can’t live here with us. He can live somewhere else and just visit. Like Peter.”

“There it is,” Natasha nudges you. “She only wants a brother to bend to her every will.”

“At least she knows,” You comment.

“Can we have a tea party now?” Rose suggests. She sits up and begins to rearrange her toys again to make room. There was never a dull moment with her.

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The next morning is even more hectic than before. You woke up late, completely Natasha’s fault and if she denied it you’d remind her of her insatiable habits. Next, you forgot to pump so you do it in the car on the way to the photoshoot. Roxy talks to you about a campaign she has coming up where she thinks the entire family could join in. You’re about to decline but it doesn't sound like a bad idea.

“It’s for The Children’s Place,” Roxy gives the details. “It won’t be a huge campaign. They have a family collection coming out. The girls would be featured but it wouldn’t be a huge thing.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to run it by Tasha,” You shift uncomfortably. Though pumping wasn’t painful it wasn’t a walk in the park either. You preferred to breastfeed Grace. “You know Rose will let the fame get to her head the first chance she gets.”

“I love that girl,” Roxy laughs. “Did you do anything fun yesterday?”

“Other than have mindblowing sex with my insanely hot wife?” You offer just to gross her out and her reaction doesn’t disappoint.

“I can’t blame you because I did the same,” Roxy shrugs. "Not with your wife. My wife." Roxy laughs and you join in.

“We went to IHOP for breakfast with Rose. There was an interesting interaction with a fan who works there. Carissa.”

“The one that sent you the bear?” Roxy recalls her name.

“That’s the one,” You nod.

“I’ve been keeping track of her account,” Roxy says. “She’s a total fangirl. It’s disgusting.”

“She didn’t seem like the crazed type the few times I’ve talked with her,” You think it over. “Well, not more than usual. She does seem a tad bit obsessed but…”

“As I said I’ve got my eye on her,” Roxy shakes the phone in her hand. “Isn’t that right, Sonny?” Roxy looks to the front seat where your bodyguard, Sonny, is looking out of the window.

“Absolutely,” He replies stoically. He’s always so serious.

“Anyway, are you coming to the party?” You ask Roxy.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss a Romanoff-Y/Ll/N party for the world,” She locks her phone.

“It’s a date,” You release yourself from the shackles of the breast pump while managing to keep your modesty. You ensure the containers are closed before stuffing them into the cooler you’re keeping inside the car. Now you’re ready for the photoshoot.

The photoshoot lasts for about five hours. Your schedule is jam-packed for the day with costume fittings, hair and makeup, and the actual shoot itself. You’re beginning to feel fatigued with the entire process but you know you have to push forward. Anything to make the time go by faster. You’re also scheduled for an interview with USWeekly which is the point of this entire thing. You’re seated in a chair, dressed in an extravagant nightgown, with fuzzy pink slippers on your feet, and Darcy by your side to fix your makeup. You pay as much attention as you can to the interviewer Samantha Daily as she shoots off questions.

“Do you ever get used to being a celebrity?” She asks and you pause.

“No, I don’t think you do,” You answer honestly. “At least for me. There are people that exist that live for the fame and lifestyle and I think Natasha handles it all quite well. As for me, while I enjoy it, fame was never something I was chasing. It’s always been about the craft and the entertainment industry as an art. So, no, I’m always kind of surprised when people know me. It makes it harder but having discernment and understanding what celebrity means also helps a lot.”

“I know as a celebrity there are a lot of crazy rumors,” Samantha inquires and you bob your head. “What’s the craziest rumor you’ve heard about yourself?”

“Hmm, I think each decade there’s a new one,” You genuinely try to think which one is the craziest. “When I was a young teen, you know I had a lot of trouble finding myself and navigating the fame, I was never, you know, wild or disrespectful, but I had my moments. Back then there was one rumor that I lost my virginity on a casting couch. Which implies a lot of things that don’t even describe my character or my personality. It just was not factual and also not something I would have ever thought about doing back then or even now as an adult woman. It was a rumor put out by an actress that lost out on the role we both auditioned for. I mean, she’s apologized since then, but it followed me around for a while. Um, when Natasha and I first began dating people would make up different places where they saw us having sex. Which is inappropriate as rumors tend to be. I’ve heard a lot of ridiculous things. A lot of them involve sex. In our early twenties, we were seen as wild sex symbols that everyone wanted to get a taste of. So I could see where it would come from but a lot of it was just hearsay and it’s very hard to steer away from those types of things when it's out there.”

“That is very unfortunate that young women in the industry have to go through that,” Samantha sympathizes.

“It is and I’m glad now we’re having conversations and you know bringing these things to light,” You agree. “You know being in some of these rooms and knowing that that’s what people think of you is disheartening. They’re not paying attention to the work and they only consider you a body to lust after. It’s dehumanizing.”

You and Samantha discuss a little more off the record before you have more questions.

“Now, I want to pivot over to success,” Samantha begins. “What would you say is your biggest accomplishment?”

“Hmm, I figure I can say something cliche like motherhood,” You toy with the idea. You stop speaking when Darcy needs to give you touch-ups. “I think it’s a different kind of success that is only considered great if you see it that way. I love my children. I love being a mom. They’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was intentional with motherhood, how I wanted to raise my girls, and how I wanted to be. So the accomplishment for me lies in raising well-rounded and emotionally intelligent humans who have compassion for others and their surroundings. I think that right now they’re so young, I can say that Rose is so polite and so sweet. She’s a joy to have around and she’s helpful. Career-wise, my recent Emmy win was amazing, I got to record an album as a teen. I think every single thing I’ve done has been fulfilling and I wouldn’t say one thing is bigger than the other.”

“That’s a great answer. I love that answer,” Samantha writes your words down in her notebook. The rest of the interview pretty much goes like that. She’s a great interviewer and knows how to get the correct information from you. She isn’t pushy or invasive, and you love her for that. Before you know it your time is up, and the shoot is over. You’ve got some good shots, and you’re sure you’ll be seeing the results in a few months.

For now you could go home and cuddle iwht your babies.

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A brunch is always an event with you’re with your friends. You’re in a fancy restaurant and having adult conversations with the people you love. It’s been months and maybe even a year since you’ve seen some of the beautiful faces. All of you are at different points in your careers and life and it’s exciting being able to catch up. Wanda Maximoff, a punk rock star, and actress has just ordered her first drink of the morning. You’ve been friends with her since childhood when she played your best friend on your breakout tv show Better Days. Monica Rambeau is a college friend and celebrity hairstylist so you see her quite often. Carol Danvers is a celebrity fitness instructor. Maria Hill is currently a top exec at Netflix. Your lives all surround the entertainment industry though it’s often the last thing on your minds when you meet.

Today the topic is sleazy men and dating. Something you can’t quite add to as you’ve been out of the dating game for six years now. You listen and add input whenever someone questions you but overall you’re happy to be there.

“I think Vis is going to pop the question,” Wanda confesses and you all look at her. She traces a ring around the rim of her cup.

“Why don’t you sound happy about that?” You ask. You know Wanda’s moods and you know her like the back of your hand. You thought she would be more enthusiastic about it. All eyes are on her now as you wait for her to answer.

“I don’t know,” Wanda frowns. “I just don’t think we’re at that point yet. I thought dating older men things would be different. We’ve been together for two years now. I haven’t really thought about marriage to him. Which says something right?” She looks to you for answers and you weigh the options. “I have been struggling with it for a while. He has been hinting at it and I just…I can’t for the life of me understand why it doesn’t make me happy. I want a married life. Kids, a family, nice house. I do love him. I do.”

“I think your feelings are valid,” Carol nods. “Have you ever sat down with him and talked through how you’re feeling?” She steals a fry from Monica’s plate.

They all go over various reasons for Wanda’s hesitance. You on the other hand don’t say anything. That is until she asks.

“Y/n, what do you think?” She waits patiently for you to speak. You would rather not in case she’s not ready for your analysis.

“Wanda,” You start off slowly. “I have watched you with Vision for a while. He’s a great man. Lovely producer. I’ve also watched you with several other men in the past.”

“You’re calling me a whore?” Wanda raises a brow.

“In so many words she kind of did,” Maria sips from her cup. The rest of the group laughs.

“No, no, I’m not calling you anything,” You point the finger at Maria. “I am saying I’ve seen you with men and you never seem as happy with them as you could be. There’s always something holding you back. Which could be a fear of commitment on your end or I know you dabbled a bit in college but have you ever considered that you may actually be attracted to women.”

There’s a moment of silence as everyone takes your words into consideration. That is possible.

“I don’t know if it’s a fear of commitment,” Wanda shrugs. “Maybe we can talk a bit more about the second thing at a later date? I don’t think that’s something I can explore like now.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” You promise. “For now think about whether or not you want a life with Vision and how you want that life to go. We’ll be here either way.”

“Amen,” Monica raised her glass. “Now, about this party. Y/n what should I wear?”

“The party is in two days and you don’t have an outfit?” Your mouth drops open. “Monica what are we going to do with you.”

“Buy me an outfit,” Monica quips.

Brunch with friends turned into shopping with friends and you found yourself an outfit that might be better than the one you chose. You spend time with Natasha and the girls and everything is alright at home. Life is good for you.

On the other side of town, a series of tweets by Carissa is put out into the world.

@Wildelover04: Y/n and Natasha are hosting their annual summer party in a few days. I can’t wait to see everything.

@Wildelover04: Just got a new gig for this week. Can you guess what it is?

@Wildlover04: I’ve met y/n again and she was so lovely. Rose and Natasha are adorable too.

*** added is a picture of Natasha and Rose with their backs turned at IHOP.*****

----> next part

[spiteless-xo]

omg tiff, you're on a roll with your posts!! the requests you've been doing have me squealing 😭😭😭

THE 'SUDDENLY BECOMING A DAD' EREN ONE??? everything i could've ever wanted and more.

i kindly and lovingly request a porco edition 🙏🏼 pretty please 🫶🏻

🥺 our baby porco suddenly becoming a dad?? of course, of course!

╰┈➤ suddenly becoming a dad.

ft. porco, fem!reader. cw. preganacy, explicit language.

porco freaks the fuck out when you tell him you're pregnant. he's like "no, no, no, no. there's no way. i pull out every single time!" (he doesn't)

he handles it really poorly at first. he's just so overwhelmed and scared about what this means for his future that he doesn't know what to do. he's supposed to be an NHL star!!! how is he supposed to focus on his hockey career when he has a baby to take care of?

he spends a lot of nights alone outside, wishing that marcel was around to help him. marcel would know what to do. he always knew what to do. one night when he's sitting out in the grass, he realizes that if marcel was in his situation, he'd step up and do whatever he needed to for the baby -- and that's what finally convinces him to be better.

but still, he doesn't really know what he's doing so he enlists pieck (because she's a girl) and colt (because of falco) to help him. porco ends up babysitting falco a lot during your pregnancy because he wants to get used to taking care of a kid (falco hates it)

he keeps track of all of your appointments and major dates on a tiny pock-sized planner that he carries with him everywhere. he looks at it first thing in the morning every day to see if there's anything going on today, and sends you numerous reminders so you don't forget.

the first few appointments you go to together, porco has to leave partway through. despite his bravado and his renewed perspective, it still freaks him out to hear the doctor talks about this little bundle of life that the two of you have created. he tries to play it off as boredom, but really he's just going back to the car so he can stop hyperventilating 🥺

every single pregnancy milestone brings this man to tears. the first time you tell your parents, hearing the baby's heartbeat, buying the baby's first toy for the nursery... he's an absolute blubbering mess.

he'll never tell you this, but after you told him about the pregnancy, he went to a baby clothes store and just looked at all of the clothing. all of the little miniature socks and shoes. he found a little green bomber jacket that looks just like his and he had to leave the store immediately because it was just too much for him.

when you find out it's going to be a girl, he gets a little disappointed. he can't explain it to you in words, but he just really wanted to have a boy.

when you talk together about baby names, he doesn't like any of them. all of them sound silly to him and he's super uncooperative and doesn't come up with any himself. refers to the baby as "rex" when he rubs your belly and you hate it.

when you go into labour he calls pieck to join him at the hospital. she helps keep him calm and from screaming at all the nurses. she helps him get suited up in scrubs and jokes with him not to pass out in the delivery room -- he doesn't laugh.

he almost passes out in the delivery room.

after drinking the juice the nurse brought for him and catching his breath, he realizes that you're holding the baby -- his baby. she's so small and fragile and she can't even open her eyes yet.

you ask him one last time about a name for her, "what about marceline? after your brother." and he can't even respond because he's crying too hard.

[the-s1lly-corner]

I HAVE AN IDEAAA✨✨

so I just wondered creepypasta characters (of your choice) have a snowball fight since it's almost Christmas🫶

Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Jeff the Killer, and Laughing jack x reader having a snowball fight (platonic)

WOOOOOOOOO the creepypasta requests are keeping me sane between all the TADC requests (no shade, i will close down TADC when i truly get tired of writing for it) rolls around

EYELESS JACK:

really the only reason i picked ej was because i love him and because he lives in the woods in my au/hc, so.... he gets more than enough snow and lord knows that this man needs a little fun in his life! not too incredibly competitive over the fight, so you have a decent chance at winning! not at all phased by the cold, since hes... well hes not sure what he is but hes already cold, whats a little more cold going to do? kill him? probably not.... though he does make you come back inside when you show signs of getting way too cold. he cant have you getting sick, after all! definitely makes you bundle up before you guys even open the front door. very nice, though, you actually get a smile from him... and dare i say a few laughs?

LAUGHING JACK:

really up to anything you want to do, especially if its going to be a game! while sure hes not competitive, it should be noted that lj can be a little aggressive in his play style... as in he kind of underestimates how durable people are... he probably throws a HUGE snow ball at you... and i mean like one thats at least half your size/hj... ooooooh you guys definitely make little forts! you will probably get sick, though, since unless you say anything hes not really going to notice any cues that youre getting too cold... though look on the brightside! lj is very warm and hes more than willing to let you warm up next to him! hes like a portable heater! might have to ask him to pipe down if you guys are playing in your backyard, it would be hard to explain to your neighbors who this 8 foot tall clown man is

JEFF THE KILLER:

oh i just know that hes going to put rocks in the snowballs, so you gotta be careful with that! sore loser, very competitive in the fact that "if i lose im going to lose im never going to be able to live it down (its not that serious)" so youre going to have to really plan things out if you even want a chance at winning.... okay you might not need to be overly strategic, jeff isnt the best planner and he tends to brute force his way with things, so you might have the upper hand if you actually try to hit him in his weak points. destroy his fort, overwhelm him, hit him where it hurts (its really not that deep.) very insistent that you guys keep going because he cannot stand the idea of being beat, even if you two are both freezing your asses off. you both likely get sick... jeff seems like the type to be whiny when sick imo LMAO so have fun with that

HOODIE:

like a middle between eyeless jack and jeff. hes competitive but not in the same way of jeff, he just takes the game way too seriously but he doesnt actually feel inclined to win. he can swing either way with the outcome, you know? does not put rocks in the snowball, though. not a dirty cheat, plus he doesnt actually want to hurt you! makes very good forts that are sturdy, you SWEAR hes put bricks in them but rest assured its pure snow. takes you inside ones you start showing signs of getting too cold, probably puts a time out on the game by making the T hand shape that people do in games, since i personally hc that he doesnt speak (communicates via primarily sign language but he sometimes leaves you notes!). doesnt get sick easily, so if you do get sick hes going to look after you. dont even try to fight it. he has nothing better to do, hes going to be there whether you want him there or not

[archivesweats]

Me: I figured out a simple system!!! My simple system: *includes 6 notebooks*

I’ve been obsessing over how to setup my next set of journals. I’ve been obsessing over a super pricy (probably overpriced) journal cover and am not allowing myself to buy it until I finish some in progress notebooks. But the goal is to finish these, then start a new system with my new cover.

Right now, since I’ve been getting back into journaling for the past few months I’ve been using notebooks I already had started but abandoned (like my commonplace) or had still been using but extremely sporadically (diary, and “sketchbook”) with one new book (art notebook to track my project planning etc) and a tentative planner I printed and spiral bound

It’s a frustrating system though because even though there’s so many books it still doesn’t really encompass everything I feel like I need in my system.

My diary specifically is so pretty and nice but it feels too confined and aesthetic to properly express myself in when I’m in a messier mood. I’m also driven to start some kind of creative writing practice, and none of my current notebooks lend themselves well to that, I feel compelled to keep my writing about me and my creative writing separate. Also not digging my mess book format but I want to finish it (or mostly finish it) before I move onto something new.

Anyways. Tl;dr I think I’ve settled on a fairly simple system where I would have 1) book for writing about me (diary) 2) book for creative writing/worldbuilding 3) mess book for everything else including to-do lists etc. 4) And then just some stapled monthly calendar spreads to track life events instead of a full planner (or potentially these could be at the beginning of my messbook)

My 5) commonplace and 6) art notebook I consider apart from the rest of this, because they’re more specifically in-home notebooks. Like I sit down at my desk specifically to work in my commonplace and I take out my art notebook when I’m working on a specific crocheting/knitting/yarn dyeing project. The system above is more specifically for the notebook bundle that I would carry around with me.

[ruhixmarathe]

INTRODUCING . . . RUHI MARATHE

full name: ruhika vani marathe

nicknames: ruhi, ru, vani

age: thirty-one

date of birth: april 14, 1993

gender: cis female

occupation: wedding planner

neighborhood: wrightsville beach

IN A NUTSHELL . . .

infidelity tw ruhi grew up as the youngest of three to an affluent family of real estate developers in wilmington. she was always doted on and had a magnetic personality that could charm even the toughest of people. growing up, she was surrounded by friends but the constant attention quickly made ruhi conscious. she felt the need to be perfect at all times. this tendency was exacerbated by her foray into pageants from a young age. and though she did not particularly enjoy the shows after the first few wins, she was a natural and it did not make sense to stop. this naturally grew into a career into modeling and though she graduated college in new york with a hospitality degree, she focused all her energy in modeling. ruhi met the man she thought would be the love of her life at twenty-two. four years together and they split up when he cheated. she left modeling and fell back on her degree and started working in hospitality for a few years before deciding to pivot into event planning. from there, she specialized in weddings and moved back from new york to wilmington to build her business here.

IN THE WEEDS . . .

A bundle of joy as the youngest of three, Ruhika grew up as pampered as a child could get. This came both by virtue of being the youngest and being her parents’ only daughter. As a result, every single person in the house doted on her and she grew up seeing nothing but love and adoration. This translated into a vivacious personality, and a knack for drawing people to her from a very young age. To this day, she will recount one time in kindergarten when she was asked to divvy up her time with everyone in class to avoid kids feeling ignored and left out. Almost like a scheduled playtime, it was an odd occurrence, and yet it set the stage for what would characterize many of her relationships moving through life. Structured and manufactured, almost like she did not have autonomy over the decisions to make in her life. Ruhi never complained, but for a while she did hold a chip on her shoulder that where everyone else was allowed to pick and choose, she was not. And the whole time, to avoid making enemies or coming across a certain way, she was forced to smile and act as though nothing bothered her.

This talent and personality landed her in the spotlight on stages in the local beauty pageants. Her mother did not know much about the competitions and didn’t think that her daughter would make it too far. It was only at the suggestion of a teacher that she entered Ruhi, but she was a natural. She was meant to be before people and had enough charisma to charm. But it also meant that once again, the mask was up. Once again, she wore plastic smiles and was judged on the basis of traits that she did not feel fully encompassed her. Like a doll on display, she continued to excel at pageant after pageant. And for the most part, Ruhi didn’t complain. Her parents kept her in thinking she enjoyed it. She continued thinking it was what was expected of her. Yet as the trophies stacked up in their house, the emotional burden of being in the spotlight and striving for perfection at all turns started to weigh on her. Yet Ruhi, unwilling to disappoint the people who had invested so much time and money in her success, continued to plaster on a fake smile for the world.  

While there was no more scheduling of her playtime, Ruhi did find it hard to make close friends at school. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy in a way. She thought she had to be perfect, so she wore a mask. And in turn, the people around her who were drawn to her outgoing nature and manicured personality quickly pegged her as ‘fake’ behind her back. She left her hometown of Wilmington for the Big Apple, a city where she was certain she could reinvent herself. Yet once there, she again fell into a familiar pattern and the crutch of her put on personality as she was thrust into the modeling industry by the same people that had successfully helped her accumulate a number of titles throughout her childhood. If the world of pageants was difficult, this was another beast all together.

She met the man that she thought would be the last love of her life after a shoot one day. It was cliché to meet in a dimly lit bar around the holiday time. While Ruhi had family waiting for her, she opted to stay in the city for that Christmas, knowing that the strain on her heart would show in her eyes if she returned. And like that, she found her comfort in a man that she felt safe around. One who did not only love her for the personality she wore for the world but was willing to look beyond and accept the flaws she’d spent so long hiding from others. And maybe seeking validation and acceptance in a relationship was her first mistake.

A few years later, as her career was on the brink of taking off, she was faced with the reality of her relationship when she found her boyfriend in bed with one of the women that she worked with. Her world crumbled and that was indication she needed that years later, it was time for her to finally leave the world that had never been hers to begin with. The negative reinforcement stunted this personal growth much too soon and she reverted right back into her old ways after her first serious heartbreak. Because maybe the only side of her that people could love was the one that she projected, not the full person that she was. Ironically, it was her ability to wear a smile through everything and talk her way out of anything that landed Ruhi in hospitality. And soon after, wedding planning. Because it was much easier to manage other people’s stress and build their perfect day than it was to showcase her own. She worked outside of Wilmington for a few years, but it made sense for her business to move back home where she knew more people and could tap into her extensive social network.

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[iheartnimbassacity]

[Delibird mail!: a box full of various little trinkets!

The box includes:

A little metal extendable back scratcher with a rubber handle. Labeled as a "joltik web collector" with familiar, messy handwriting. Seems hes still finding clever ways to not waste what's around him.

A bag of wooden spools.

A hand-made travel pillow lined with conductive joltik silk. It's still charged, and buzzes comfortably with electricity.

A collection of hairclips with all sorts of little decorations. Also lined with joltik silk to hold electricity.

Incredibly fluffy woolen socks. Better wear these and slide across the carpet.

A picture book showing off common electric type Pokemon. Labeled: "For joans."

A hand-carved wooden bird perch carved from a gnarly looking piece of wood.

A spider pokemon themed calender planner book for 2024-2025.

And last but not least, a note.

"Heya Dave. Hope this made it on time for the holidays. Also hope you're home for this, hahah. I know you gotta travel for work and all. Couldn't figure out some kind of big thing this year, so I just thought I'd bundle up a bunch of things I've made or found. Hope it isn't too disappointing. Honestly for me it's the little things that count, but I know a lot of people dont share that sentiment, not that I dont understand why. I just hope all of this can make at least somethin in your life brighter, or give you some ideas. Hell, you're an electrician. You've sure as hell got a brighter mind than me. Happy Delibird day, little bro. - Skrub, Gomez, Morticia, and the rest."]

[A photo, the book of electric types is proped up, Joans in front of it and stareing at it with big ol eyes.]

holy fuck skrub, you really went all out. man, this is anything but disapointing!! im just sittin here staring at everything.

sadly i am away from home, but that aint really supriseing lol. at this point im basically a nomad, havent steped in my old apartment for months at this point.

but dont discount yourself, dude! your incredibly smart, i know it! dont say your mind is "dim" or whatever, your one of the smartest people i know, big bro.

[umblebumble]

The Avengers Daemons

I’ve fallen off the Marvel bandwagon a fair bit so I will not do all the characters because I’m not confident enough in their personalities. However, I will cover all the original six Avengers, plus a few bonus characters I feel I know well. If anyone has head-canons for any of the people I don’t do, let me know your opinion! (Some spoilers ahead, as I talk about character arcs).

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Tony Stark - Ring-tailed lemur. Tony always felt like a primate type of person to me, and the species I’ve selected is an iconic and unforgettable lemur - much like the iconic and unforgettable Stark. Lemurs are a social animal and often form tight knit family groups, which is very reminiscent of the small bundles of people Tony collects and often pretends he doesn’t like. Lemurs are also a very vocal and communicative animal, which matches with Tony’s never ending witty comebacks and overall blunt snarky and sassy form of communication. He is a competitive person, which is a very big trait in primates with their social hierarchies, and yet is very adaptable as well. Overall, I think a flashy, dramatic ‘King Julian’-type lemur in his youth growing and maturing into a caring leader and team member would match Tony’s overall story arc well.

Steve Rogers - Musk Ox. The enormous horned musk ox likely looked out of place with pre-serum Steve Rogers, but he grows into it. Musk ox are a herd animal and are very social at their core - their life is dedicated around taking care of their people. Steve is often on his own for things, but I think that’s a skill he’s learned through necessity - he seems most content and most effective when he has team support (ex The Commandos, the Avengers, or even when he just had Bucky backing him up). Musk ox are also infamous for their defensiveness and strength - they stand up for their people and will go head on with any danger. They do not suffer bullies and pushy predators. They’re a little stubborn, but these arctic animals are hardy and tenacious and patient - and a steady, patient work ethic creates a hell of a planner which pairs with the renowned ‘man with a plan’ strategist. Steve always seemed larger than life, so I figured he had to have a daemon to match.

Natasha Romanoff - American Marten. As a mustelid, related to weasels, martens are incredibly smart, sneaky predators. Highly skilled hunters, these animals are adept at climbing trees and adapt to a variety of weather conditions to survive anything they face. They’re tough little creatures entirely capable of taking on animals larger than them, which matches with Natasha’s proficiency and skill as a fighter. Functionally a marten can easily be disguised/mistaken as many of the others in the mustelid family which would be appropriate for a spy as well. However, much like the redhead, martens are known to be curious, playful and silly well into adulthood. I think that throughout her story arc, her marten would thaw from a cautious, guarded, distant killer to a more open and goofy and affectionate creature. And symbolically a marten fits Natasha’s story beautifully: “In woodland Native American folklore, marten are generally depicted as brave heroes... For one tribe, the Mi’Kmaq, a legend says that a marten was the first animal to sacrifice itself for the human race...“

Clint Barton - Black-billed Magpie. Magpies are social animals and thrive on living and working with large groups of others. Clint is a very friendly person, and is very team and family oriented - people matter a lot to him. He cares a lot about people and magpies as a corvid can be very devoted to their chosen people and protective of them. As a corvid, magpies also are fierce and a bit trickster-like with their tail-pulling behaviours and willingness to stand up to predators. Clint is a goofy and funny sort of person who plays tricks and makes jokes and is entirely willing to throw down against bad guys with crazy powerful magic and weapons. Furthermore, a magpie is a scavenger animal, which matches with the tenacity, adaptability and opportunism Clint shows in a lot of his spy work. And lastly, magpies are an incredibly sharp and intelligent bird, which pairs well with the sharp-eyed observation skills of a talented sniper.

Bruce Banner - Bull Snake. Like most snake species, Bull snakes are solitary people. They can tolerate others and spend time with them but usually prefer being on their own. Snakes can be persistent and patient, but are also opportunistic - translating to someone who will dedicate themselves to steady hard work when it’s required, but will take advantage of a good opportunity when it arrives. They’re also tough, hardy and generally unflappable. They are non-confrontational and not super aggressive, which matches with Bruce’s meek unobtrusive behaviour and ability to manage in any situation. However, Bull snakes are known in the snake community as being an incredibly angry, defensive snake and I think it’s hilarious to match with the ‘I’m always angry’ Bruce. So on the surface we see a calm, non-aggressive recluse, but underneath is someone entirely willing and able to snap at any given moment.

(As a side-note I think his daemon would change when he turns into Hulk; most likely into some giant crocodile/dinosaur type reptile that could match up with the strength the gamma rays gave Banner. Double side-note: Professor Hulk’s daemon would be a Komodo dragon.)

Thor - African Lion. A little cliched, but if Thor were to have a daemon (I sometimes headcanon him without because he’s a god/alien) it would have to be the lion. A lot of the other big, kingly sort of animals are very independent and unsocial - and Thor is a people’s person. I do think a lion would fit his arc, starting as a spoiled prince and learning how to be a leader would create a very lion-king type growth from Thor’s lion. Lions are highly social, work as a team, but are also very hierarchical and aware of leadership positions. They are strong and can be very clever in setting up ambushes, but also spend a lot of time conserving energy and just laying around - which pairs with the fact Thor can definitely be prone to laziness/indulgence as we see post-snap. But lions are very good caregivers, they are protective of their families and circle of people, and once they get past the ‘teenaged’ jockey-for-position phase of showboating and short tempered aggression, a lot of older lions really mellow out into sturdy dependable defenders.

James Rhodes - Northern Cardinal. As a bird from the northern region, it’s a hardier animal that is resourceful and tougher than it appears - yet it’s also adaptable enough to survive both the harsh winters and the hot summers. Many birds are naturally more social, and the cardinal is also monogamous which translates to extreme loyalty. Rhodey is both a social person but also has a small close knit group he’s incredibly loyal to and takes very good care of. Cardinals can be a little pushy about their territory - they can definitely hold their own - and while they will occasionally start up a scuff, they aren’t the most aggressive birds in the world. They are hardworking birds, always on the go, but they’re also rather flashy with their loud calls and bright red colour - and Rhodey has never been one to shy away from the spotlight. Overall the northern cardinal is an adaptable, resourceful, tough little stubborn bird that works well for his character.

Sam Wilson - Northern Gannet. The Northern Gannet is a seabird built for the very specific skill of plunge-diving to hunt fish, and this makes them a very specialized, very tough bird. Sam is very good and what he does and knows - and he can be adaptable and adjust to situations as they arise, but I believe he takes a very fastidious and studied course in learning new skills. He is very determined and focused, which pairs with the high focus of this advanced hunting bird. He also has that fighting spirit to protect what and who he cares about that is very strong in a seabird like this - particularly one who is loyal to a single mate, showing his strong sense of loyalty and dedication to ‘his’ people. Gannets are social birds and Sam does best in a group. Like Steve I believe he’s learned through necessity how to manage on his own but thrives when he has a team or partner. Lastly, Gannets are very vocal and expressive birds, using many sounds and body language to communicate both affection towards their chosen mate and aggression towards people who cross their boundaries. Sam is very outspoken and a little blunt and brash in his sarcastic humour - he lets people know what he’s thinking and you will know if he likes you or doesn’t like you.

Peter Parker - Northern Flying Squirrel. Super social, a little prone to twitchy nerves and stress, and prone to getting themselves in dangerous situations. Squirrels are very social, and this species of squirrel in particular is very non-aggressive compared to other types. While Peter does fight fairly regularly, he is strictly non-lethal and is not a naturally aggressive or overly competitive person. He can be very single-minded and focused one moment than scatterbrained the next, which matches a squirrels dedication to their task yet their ability to be sidetracked by outside stressors. This type of squirrel also doesn’t hibernate in the winter, and will often put itself at risk foraging on the ground where it is less agile - creating a sort of self-sacrificing/lack of self-preservation energy which...I mean it’s Peter Parker in a nutshell. High energy, most agile and comfortable at a height versus on the ground, clever, resourceful, adaptable, and yet not aggressive: A northern flying squirrel is my chosen form for Peter Parker.

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Who orders takeaway?

Thad 100%. Jason is the one who insists on cooking a nice home cooked meal and Thad is happy to eat them, but if they're ever ordering take way Thad knows all the best places, all the numbers to call, and all of the best hidden gems when it comes to eating out.

Plus Thad could get take out from anywhere in the world, so he definitely knows all of the best places and is guaranteed to be the best person to ask when it comes to takeout.

Who has the more adventurous love life?

Jason just based on the fact Thad in general has less history with regard to love or dating. If Thad needs advice and is willing to put aside his pride he'll definitely ask Jason.

(Honestly, I think it would be fun for them to talk about their respective romantic lives just from how different they are. Also please give him advice Jason he'll need as much help as possible.)

Who is better at keeping secrets?

I think they're both experts in keeping secrets considering their occupations and how they operate. Thad however is sure to dish out drama and rumors he thinks are funny or would make Jason laugh.

Who knows every rumor?

I think Thad wants to know every rumor because he enjoys being messy and knowing all the dirt on everyone, but I think Jason would be the one who actually knows all the rumors.

Who suggests a movie night?

Jason? Regardless I think they're casual cuddlers when they get together. Thad will be making snacks when they get together to watch a movie.

Who tries to convince the other to try skydiving?

Jason on the account that Thad isn't fond of activities that involve his feet being off the ground. He's a speedster and doesn't think he belongs in the air. (He's perfectly fine flying in a plane or anything else though.)

Who is the holiday planner?

Jason. Thad tends to be very low effort with any holiday, and doesn't usually spend his holidays with others. Though maybe if they spent one together and with friends then that could be changed.

Who spams the other with memes?

Jason. Thad isn't privy to the new memes. He's an old man like that and still not beating the Dad allegations in new ways.

Who has never enough money with them and lets the other pay for things?

Thad gets this one, but it's because he's frugal and cheap and is always looking for ways to get others to pay for him, but he is less inclined to do that with friends (like Jason) and if he's every short on money he will always pay them back.

Who wants to try a classic sleepover?

Jason because Thad would have no idea what to do at a sleepover. Please Jason educate him and show him the joys of a sleepover (or make him regret it I don't how he'll react. Or they could bundle it together with a movie night).

Who answers their phone at 2 am?

They both do. They're up at all times of the night considering how they operate at night. They both have terrible sleep patterns I'm sure of it.

Who plays pranks?

I think they both would. Though Thad's 'prank' would probably just involve causing bodily harm to Bart.

Who initiates dates for the other?

Jason? Or neither? I do think Jason would be a stronger wingman than Thad naturally. Though if Thad knew Jason was looking for a date or something and wanted him to wingman he absolutely could. It would be easy for him to talk up Jason.

Who is more chaotic?

They're both chaotic. But possibly Thad more so? Thad's definitely chaotic in a petty.

Who has the more bizarre quirks?

Unless Jason considers the fact that Thad will dip his french fries into a chocolate milkshake given the chance or ranch to be a weird sauce to eat pizza with then it's Thad. If not then I think they both are about to discover things about the other that they find bizarre in the future.

Who spends the most money on unnecessary things?

I don't think either are the sort to spend their money on anything they find to be 'unnecessary'.

[leamichelediem]

Lea shivered in the biting cold of Toronto’s wind as she approached Tyler’s door. She knocked three times before crossing her arms and turning around to admire the view. Sounds of winter and purity of the snow-covered ground warmed her. The night sky's peace washed over her with its obsidian glow. Hearing the click of the door, Lea turned and smiled as her eyes met with his. The world is bright... all right. “Hi.” She hummed, mesmerized by him. This time, she felt no fear. As fragile as she knew her breakthrough was, - a foundation not fully cemented - she trusted that something beautiful would come out of this. 

“I’m sorry to show up so late. I left the show and immediately caught a plane here.” She scoffed at her own spontaneity, a rare event for a woman who felt naked without her day planner on hand. “You know me.. I talk a lot.. and I have quite a bit to say. So, just hear me out. I’ll try to get through it before your house turns into a tundra.” She giggled, lifting her shoulders to tighten the bundle of clothing around her. 

“You were right. About everything. I was protecting myself and saying that I was protecting you.” She shook her head. “You don’t need me to protect you. You can protect yourself just fine. I know that, and I knew it then. I also knew before you even walked out the door that night that I’d have to see you again. I don’t know how to survive without seeing you.” What's the difference if I say I'll go away when I know I'll come back on my knees some day? “I’m so sorry I did that.” She spoke with a humility that only assuredness and confidence could provide. “You deserved the most loving and passionate response to sharing your feelings...”

“But, I’ve been thinking.” Lea's smile grew a bit. “My favorite song in the entire world is My Man by Barbra Streisand.” She laughed. “I know it’s corny since I’m playing her role now. But, it’s been my favorite since I was a little girl, and I realized that it’s so us. Well, at least, it’s very much how I feel about you. It’s the way I’ve felt about you since we met. I just didn’t know it yet.” Lea paused, allowing her words to sit in the air. “I knew it when I visited you at RomaDrama. I stayed after a little longer than you thought I did. I just kept watching you with everyone. You took time with every single person that came, you held their hand, you held them, you let them share their stories and cry and feel... It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Then, I found out that you’d stayed after for two hours every night so that no one was left out.” She shook her head in awe. “And I just keep thinking that if the most humble, amazing, generous, kind hearted, compassionate, and loving man I’ve ever known wants me, I must’ve done something right.” 

“You told me what you wanted, and I didn’t think I was able to give it to you. But, when I’m honest with myself, I know that no mental or physical health concern could ever keep me from loving you harder than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone. I’d sacrifice everything just to hold you in my arms for one minute.” She blushed, desperate to wrap herself around him and never let go. “And I need to tell you what I want.” She felt her heart racing as she took in a deep, cold breath. “I want you to come see my show a million times and then spend the rest of the night after every performance telling me why it’s so annoying. I want to spend every Monday and Thursday making love to you on every surface of my apartment.” She smirked, echoing his words. “And when my contract is up, I want to leave the show and move here. I want to live in Toronto. I want to see your family every weekend and hang out with the girls in their playroom. I want to laugh with you, cry with you, and fight with you. I want you for the rest of my life, and I will not let myself be scared of the unknown anymore. I’d rather have two seconds of passion with you than never have you at all. No relationship contracts, no agents or publicists telling us what to do... Just us. That’s it.” She sighed, her heart racing as she recognized her vulnerability. After a significant pause, Lea scoffed. “Okay.. You can talk now. It’s my turn to listen.” // @tylerhynesrp

[theawakenedstate]

What I wanted to talk about today is How you can begin increasing your Conscious Awareness. 

Ever since I read the Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle in college – I’ve been a little addicted to how much I can increase my Awareness and Present Focus. 

When it comes to your Spiritual Journey, I believe Conscious Awareness plays a HUGE role in our Healing journey.  Awareness, I deeply believe is the starting seed to all success whether we’re talking spiritual, physical, emotional, or even manifesting.  Here’s the thing, If you aren’t aware, you simply can’t change things. think about a bad habit like eating too much junk or pop – unless you’re conscious of it, you can’t change it! Once you’re conscious of it – you now have a CHOICE. Do I change it or Do I stay the same & continue the habit?  But Until you’re aware – you will keep enabling the habit.  Your healing journey is very similar.  Conscious Awareness can also play a huge role in Healing, when we’re more aware of our Energy, Emotions, Mindset, Beliefs, and Looking at Emotionally what we need – We can increase:  + Our self-care + Our self-love + Encouraging ourselves + What we need to actually work on vs ‘not knowing what is wrong’  + What chakra needs nurturing  + What belief is holding you back

and so forth. 

How I’ve increased my conscious awareness?

Tracking. Recording, Journaling and Planning!

I’m BIG into Journaling as a writer, it’s part of my own spiritual practice. But another way I stay consciously aware is with Tracking and Planning. 

I find tracking to be revolutionary with How to EASILY create more Change. 

For example, 

If i see myself slipping on my journaling – I pick it right back up because I physically see when i fall off. 

Same goes for Working out, self-education time, Etc.  Also Due to  Energy & Emotion Tracking with the Moon, I find myself way more Aware of my Own Energy Levels and How my body Works with Human Design. Before I knew I was a manifestor in HD, I used to beat myself up for not being consistent &  always needing deep rest times to recalibrate my energy. Especially when my partner is a generator who can keep going and going forever – While i can’t LOL  Now I don’t do that anymore because I easily see when I’m super high energy, When I need breaks/rest/self-care and when I peak in explosive energizer bunny bursts. Due to Tracking, I’ve found easier ways to schedule my Life and work balance. That’s a HUGE difference. Vs. being Unaware of my own body’s energetic dynamics.  Knowing how your Body’s energy works is a MASSIVE SIGH of relief – because you can give yourself more grace – “oh this is literally how my body operates, interesting.”  Anyway –  Today i want to share with you 5 Ways I’ve personally increased my Awareness by Tracking my Spiritual Growth.  this is especially for you if you,  have a hard time following through with your spiritual practice Or Staying Committed to showing up for your Healing journey with personal development Maybe you’re the person that buys 10 personal development books, reads a chapter, flutters to the next one, and forgets to pick it up and apply it by next month….

I see you 😉 I get it –  Let me introduce you to how you can bring more conscious awareness into your life with this week’s episode: 

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5 Ways to Track Your Spiritual Growth

What I wanted to talk about today is How you can begin increasing your Conscious Awareness.  Ever since I read the Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle in college – I’ve been a little addicted to how much I can increase my Awareness and Present Focus.  When it comes to your Spiritual Journey, I believe Conscious Awareness plays a […]

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