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vivalas-vega · 8 months

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Hello again! It's Syd 🥰🩷

I sent an ask a few days ago but I just saw your post about sending more so here I am! (& good luck on your journey quitting vape, you got this!! 🩷)

Here's an idea:

(Could be with bob, nat, jake, roost, it's up to you really) Reader just got home from work and starts rambling about work gossip with her partner while getting undressed to take a shower. The partner stops paying attention to the story as she lifts her shirt and takes off her pants, ogling at the brand new set of lingerie they had never seen her wearing before.

Reader is busy walking around the room gathering her skin care products & pajamas while going off on a tangent about a particularly annoying coworker. Noticing her partner isn't responding, she playfully asks "are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?", finally turning to find her lover on the edge of the bed with a dreamy look on their slightly flushed face, reaching for her as they ask "is that a new set...?"

Could be just fluffy with a hint of suggestive or smutty😌 feel free to change it anyway you want it!

hello !!! thank you so much for sending this request in and I'm so sorry that it took me an unreasonable amount of time to post !!! but, my first Bob fic ! this just screamed Bob to me, I took some creative liberties but I hope I did your request justice!

focus / bob floyd x reader

word count: 1k (short and sweet!)

warnings: a little spicy at the end but otherwise pretty pg-13!

“Bob, you home?” you asked, shutting the front door behind you as you dropped your keys in the bowl and slipped out of your heels and coat. Excitement had been radiating throughout your body, threatening to rattle you apart from the inside out the entire drive home. You were sitting on a rather juicy piece of intel you’d been counting down the seconds to be able to share with your partner… the first and usually only person you told anything and everything.

“Bedroom, honey!” You heard him call out and you raced down the hallway, bursting into the room with sheer glee written all over your face. “Good day at work?” he asked, amusement creeping into his tone.

“No, not at all actually. Remember that case I’ve been working on I regretfully cannot tell you anything about? Client withheld something major and I spent the entirety of my day reworking the whole thing… after I’d just done that yesterday.”

“Then what has you so excited?” He watched as you took off your watch and earrings, delicately placing them in their respective homes atop your dresser. The book he’d been reading was abandoned the second he heard your voice echo throughout your shared home. If you were even remotely in his presence there was nothing else that could hold his focus, not that he would have wanted anything else to take precedence over you anyways.

“So, in the break room today I overheard something I definitely wasn’t supposed to, regarding a certain coworker and her husband.” you started, eyebrows raised as you watched the excitement on his face mirror your own as he shifted down the bed to listen with rapt attention.

“Please tell me this is about Denise,” he almost begged. This particular saga of workplace drama was a personal favorite of you two.

“Oh, is it ever. She was on the phone with her husband in very hushed tones arguing about the pick up and drop off schedule for their kids when she suddenly said ‘this has nothing to do with him’.” you continued, placing your blazer in the hamper.

“Him, as in the kids tutor, right?” he asked and you nodded.

“Mmhm,” you confirmed. “But the real pièce de résistance of this story is who made an impromptu stop by the office today… with flowers.” You’d already discarded your silk camisole and were sliding your favorite slacks off… a beautiful shade of emerald green fitted perfectly to your body before flaring out and creating the illusion your legs were a mile long. They weren’t just your favorite though, and you were completely unaware of the way Bob’s eyes tracked their movement down your curves into their puddle on the floor where you bent over to pick them up and he suddenly felt as if the room had gotten warmer.

“Is that so?” he asked, while his attention was hung on your every word a few moments ago, if you’d asked him any follow up questions on what you’d just said he’d have no response… he was far more interested in the black lace adorning your body, particularly in the fact that it was unrecognizable to him.

“Mmhm,” you hummed again, still blind to the way your boyfriend was looking at you as you moved around the room, lost in your after-work routine of shedding your work persona before your shower. “It’s as if she’s unaware of the fact that we all know, or maybe she is aware and just doesn’t care. It’s incredibly ballsy. You know, I actually like her husband, of course I know nothing of their home life and I know better than anyone the public façade can be polar opposite from the reality behind closed doors but he does seem like one of the good ones.” You’d paused for his response, expecting agreement or a snarky quip but when you were met with silence you turned around to find his eyes far lower than you anticipated. “Bob? Are you even listening to me?” you asked, pretending to be annoyed but really you were anything but as you saw the lovesick look on his face.

His head snapped up, eyes wide like a man caught, “sorry sweetheart, I just… is this a new set?” he asked, swallowing harshly as his hands reached out and caught your hips, tugging you to stand in between his legs. He was looking up at you with pure adoration, the kind that knocked all the air from your lungs and rendered you almost speechless. Your first meeting by chance at the Hard Deck all those months ago had done nothing to prepare you for the man before you… timid glances and bashful smiles, earnest conversation and a chaste kiss to your cheek after walking you to your car. There was nothing timid or bashful about him now, nothing chaste about the way his fingers trailed up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as his eyes raked your form, fire burning within those blue eyes.

“It might be,” you teased, moving to straddle his thighs and his arms were quick to cage themselves around you, locking you in place and keeping you from falling backwards.

“And you expect me to give a damn about Denise when you’re parading around this room looking like this?” he asked, pressing kisses along the column of your neck.

You gripped his jaw, pulling his face back and forcing him to look at you. “You’re damn right I do.” you shot back, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“My apologies, ma’am, but I’m afraid your beauty is a bit distracting.” he replied, pulling your hand away and kissing the inside of your wrist. “Besides… I think my attention would be better served elsewhere.” he added before continuing his path up your arm and to your collarbone where you couldn’t help but tilt your head back, a soft sigh falling from your lips.

“I think you might be right,” you agreed, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head back to press your lips to his. The previous topic was entirely forgotten now with your excitement channeled directly towards the man beneath you… the one person you wanted to share everything with and the one person who could make you gladly abandon anything and everything for.

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vaughnwrites · 1 year

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Stressed Out

adaman x reader

(after a hell of a long hiatus, i am back from the dead! kinda. so, i'm not going to promise anything anymore as i apparently never know when inspiration is going to strike, and i never know where the hyperfixation will take me. i was trying to get this out for nine months now, but this was... not coming until tonight. sorry y'all for the wait, but here it is after all this time! also, this is my longest one to date. the others barely scratched 1000 words, some managing 1700, but this one... is a beast. it's near 3000 words. the inspiration to write struck me hard. hope you guys enjoy! )

reader is gender-neutral. they/them pronouns will be used if any pronouns at all.

finally, i bring to you this prompt

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Everything was overwhelming.

The past few weeks, the stress had been mounting as you fought tooth and nail to be seen as an asset rather than a nuisance. You wore yourself down to the bone, putting your heart and soul trying to please everyone so the suspicion would die down only for it to mount more and more with people with each passing day. You had already been cast out once, and earned your way back into the Galaxy team. So why were people still suspicious? How much would you have to do to gain everyone’s trust? Why did you constantly have to fight for everyone’s approval?

Why did the other clan leaders believe in you more than your own clan did?

All you craved was somewhere to call home again. Somewhere you could rest your head at night and simply sleep, rather than spending all your time being anxious about one wrong perceived move and you’d be kicked out of the village again. The stress felt like it was piling up on your already tense shoulders, and you felt so overwhelmed.

Everything was overwhelming.

Instead of slamming your fists into the first and cursing everyone to please, for the love of all that is holy, give me some credit — you got to work. Like always.

You’d overheard about a Zorua outbreak in the Alabaster Icelands, which was exactly what you needed. A young man in the village had asked to see the completed entry for Zorua, so this would be the perfect opportunity to finally cross this Pokemon off your to-do list. So, off you set toward the Pearl Clan settlement so you could check in in case something goes wrong. Even though you were far more trusting of Pokemon than others around you, you still didn’t underestimate the ones that were absolutely ready to kill you in a moment’s notice. Alpha Pokemon were far more angry than any other Pokemon you’d come across in your time.

Arriving in the Pearl settlement, the snow softly crunching under your boots, you hear not one, but two familiar voices to the side. Oh, Adaman is here as well. You vaguely remember them talking about a meeting about… something about traditions, or something? The details were fuzzy. You have been focusing far more on your own tasks and stresses than anything else.

Irida noticed your presence almost immediately and smiles, waving you over. Adaman joined along when he sees you as well.

“Well, our favourite Galaxy member is here! How are you?”

“I’m good, Irida, thank you.” You offer her a kind smile, keeping all your stresses tucked away neatly into a corner of your mind. Put them in a box, and file it away. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, but one that’ll at least get you through this. “How are you guys doing?”

“We’re just discussing our cultures and possibly having a party to mingle the clans a little easier,” Adaman responded easily, throwing up his three fingers as a hello with his signature grin that never fails to make you smile in return.

“Sounds like fun.”

“It isn’t.”

“Hey!” Irida responded, stomping her foot down with her hands clenched at her sides. “I’m not the one being unreasonable!”

“Yeah yeah,” he waved her off, then turned his attention toward you. “What brings you here?”

“There’s a Zorua outbreak around the Bonechill Wastes area, and I wanted to complete my research on this guy while I still have the chance.” You neglected to tell them someone from Galaxy wanted the information as well.

Adaman raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you have someone to come along with you?”

You opened your mouth to say no before Irida cuts in. “You volunteering? Provided you don’t freeze to death first,” she teased as she jabs him in the ribs playfully, and grinned at his responding yelp and pout. “Jesting aside — you really should have someone to accompany you. An Alpha Glalie tends to roam that area, and no one has dared to come close to it. It seems really powerful. I wouldn’t be comfortable with you going alone.”

Adaman pursed his lips in thought. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I feel like I’ve gotten a glimpse of that Glalie before.” He turned to Irida. “You said no one has come close to it before to know its true strength?”

She shook her head. “We’ve all been too scared to try.”

“I’m sure it won’t be a problem for me,” you interjected, trying to quell their fears. “After everything I’ve faced, it feels like I should be dead at minimum four times over.”

The clan leaders share a glance to each other. It seems they’re talking through just their looks, but what they could possibly be communicating is lost on you. “Adaman, please go with them. I would go if I didn’t have a meeting later on that I cannot miss. But I know you’ll keep them safe.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“No,” both clan leaders respond at the same time.

You were split on this decision. Deep down, you did really like Adaman — and not just as a friend. Any time spent with him you keep near and dear to your heart. His smile that could light up a room and his long hair that you wanted to card your fingers through. But with the stress you’ve been under and how overwhelmed you’ve been, you’re unsure if you can handle a couple hours of him bitching about how cold it was. One too many comments and you weren’t sure if you could keep it all bottled anymore.

Yet, you also knew having someone with you would be more helpful than not. You didn’t know how strong the Zorua were going to be after all. If they ended up being feisty and ganged up on you, there’s no way you’d leave the battle unscathed. Add an Alpha Glalie to the mix and you’d be dead as dust in less than a heartbeat. You weighed your options (which, technically, they weren’t giving you any) and finally caved in. You weren’t gonna win this fight anyway. “Think you can talk about more than how cold it is?”

“I’m sure I can come up with something. But if it wasn’t so damn cold I wouldn’t complain about it all the time.”

“It’s not even that cold!” Irida scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “I don’t know how you don’t boil over in the Crimson Mirelands!”

“It’s barely warm enough there for me. It can get really cold by the water, y’know.”

“You’re both impossible,” you cut in to break off the sibling-esque fighting before it can truly start. “Now c’mon, I wanna get going before it gets dark outside.”

And off you and Adaman went, hands in your respective pockets.

You didn’t expect to fall in love with the Zorua like you did.

They were so cute with their flowy hair and expressive eyes. Most were on the attack if they saw you, but crouching down from a good distance away and just watching seemed to be okay. One had strayed away from the group toward you and Adaman, and you both held your breath so it wouldn’t notice you. It failed, as it did notice you, but it didn’t seem to be angry. It walked up to you slowly, and out of habit you gave it your hand to sniff so it wouldn’t see you as a threat.

It rubbed the side of its head against your hand, causing you to smile from ear to ear.

“You really do have a way with Pokemon, don’t you?” Adaman commented, watching everything with a small smile of his own. “They just trust you so implicitly. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

Your cheeks went up in flames at the compliment, but the cold would cover it up as they were already pretty red. “I think they can just sense that I’m not here to harm them.” You started to pet the Zorua behind its ear, causing its eyes to close. “Sometimes I feel like they’re the only ones that can.”

“What do you mean?”

Oops. You hadn’t meant for this to be a therapy session. “I just… I don’t know. I guess it feels like humans always think they’re about to be betrayed, stabbed in the back. One wrong move and you’re crucified. But Pokemon… They don’t seem to be that way. Some Pokemon can sense a good person when they see one. That seems to be… a lot more rare in humans.”

“I know you’re a good person,” Adaman said softly, putting one hand on your arm.

Before you can even think about a response or the fact he’s showing a more sensitive side of himself to you, a noise catches the three of you off guard.

“Shit,” you breathe, feeling your entire body freeze with fear. “The Alpha.”

You both bounce to your feet as the Alpha comes over the hill behind the Zorua and Adaman. You can see the Glalie is pissed off that people are invading its territory, and wants to get rid of the intruders. An ice beam begins to form, and before you can think, you jump in front of Adaman and the Zorua.

The blast hit you in full force.

Your fingers and feet go completely numb almost immediately, though it almost feels like you’re not even cold anymore. You almost feel warm, actually, and you know that’s an incredibly bad sign. The sky is a beautiful haze of orange and purple as the sun is setting behind the clouds, and for a moment you just take in the colours swirling in your vision. It feels like everything has a layer of clouds over it, and your mind feels stuffed full of cotton. Oh, this is probably a very bad sign.

You can hear a call of your name, as warbled and muffled as you heard it, but can’t really respond to it. Adaman lifted your torso and pressed your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around you with his haori encasing you against him. The Zorua was curled in your lap, and you just felt… warm. You try to say thank you, but your lips feel tingly. Funny. You know you’re slurring even if you can’t hear much yourself. You try your hardest to communicate one word to Adaman.

“Camp.”

With that, though, you go unconscious.

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You have no idea how much time has passed, but the next thing you know, you’re nice and warm in a tent. Blankets are stacked on top of you, and the fire in the furnace is crackling softly. You’re cozy and warm, but something feels… different. You sit up a bit, and promptly look down.

Oh. You’re definitely not wearing the clothes that you were wearing when you were out hunting for Zorua. You were wrapped up in a yukata that you didn’t recognise, but definitely knew the pearl clan symbol and colours. You wrapped it closer to yourself, then wrapped the blankets around you tightly for warmth. The clothes you had been wearing were hanging over a rack by the stove, seemingly drying off after the long day they’d been through.

You didn’t really know what to do. You’re not even sure what you managed to accomplish for research, or what you’re wearing, or what time it is, or really… anything. You don’t know anything that’s happened since you were out with Adaman. Now, it seems you’re alone in this little area.

The tears fall before you even really mean them to.

When the first teardrop hit your hand, you realised what’s going on. The stress of everything was finally boiling over now that you feel comfortable and safe. You’re confused, but you’re comfortable and safe which is all you’ve wanted to feel for a while.

You allowed yourself to cry.

Trying not to be loud, you cry silently to yourself while wrapped up in blankets and the yukata, pulling the items tightly against you so you feel swaddled. You rock back and forth and let yourself have your small breakdown.

Until Adaman popped open the tent flaps to check on you, apparently.

Almost immediately your hands fly to your face to cover your tear-tracked cheeks and red eyes, burying your face into the softness of the blanket. You don’t say anything, and neither does he. But all it takes is him walking up and gently touching the top of your hair before you break completely.

The stress of everything came boiling over the edge, the fear of almost dying, the unknown of whether the research you obtained was enough to complete the entry on Zorua, whether you would have a home to go back to in Galaxy. Everything boiled up and you pressed the top of your head into Adaman’s stomach to cry.

He rubbed your back and shoulders gently as you sobbed, gently shushing you and reassuring you that you were safe, you were okay, everyone was okay. He was the much-needed rock in your mind to cling to so your head stayed above the water of emotions. Everything was going to be fine.

Everything was going to be fine.

Eventually your tears slowed and your breathing evened out, pulling away from Adaman to give him room and let him back up if he wanted. (You couldn’t help but notice he didn’t.) “I’m sorry. I didn’t… mean to break down.”

“You’ve been through a lot today, it’s understandable why you would.” Adaman sat down on the bed next to you and handed you a towel to wipe your face. “You’re in a spare tent right now, one they have set out for visitors or harmed individuals found in the wild. Do you remember what happened?”

You nodded, refusing to speak any words.

“You really scared me, y’know. When I saw that ice blast hit you, I… I saw you skid backward in the snow, and your lips were already blue. That was one of the scariest moments of my life, but I’m glad I went with you to keep you safe. Makes me want to go everywhere with you to always make sure you’re safe.”

An eyebrow raised as you look at him. “Wouldn’t that be a waste of your time?”

“Saving you wasn’t a waste of time. And I’d do it all over again, and again, just to keep you safe.”

You’re stunned speechless. You don’t know how to respond with words, so you do the next best appropriate thing — hug him. It starts as a side hug that quickly develops into a full hug, and by the way you’re both gripping each other… it seems neither one of you wants to let go.

“Adaman…” you whispered, holding him tightly. “Thank you. I couldn’t ask for a better —” you pause. You can’t say friend. He’s more than a friend at this point, in your heart, but that’s not something you can say. “— for a better person in my life. You’ve been so helpful to me, and I just… I’m so thankful for you.”

You can feel him smile against your shoulder, which makes you smile. “And I, you.”

He pulled back from the hug slowly, as if he was fighting himself. But he let go and instead stood up, grabbing the bowl he’d at some point set on the counter next to you. “I brought this in to try and wake you up to get something in your stomach, when… well, y’know.” Adaman rubbed the back of his neck. “You should get some warm food in your system though. It’ll help out.”

You grabbed the bowl of what appears to be some sort of soup, and you’re glad to have something else besides potato mochi to eat tonight. “Thank you.”

As you began to eat your soup, Adaman began to explain everything. “So that Zorua you saved came back with us. It’s sleeping with all your Pokeballs in Irida’s tent so she could keep an eye on them, and so they didn’t try to warm you too fast.” Ah, that explained the lack of Pokeballs with your clothes. “That Zorua seems pretty attached. I think you found yourself a new buddy.”

Both of you talk about the Zorua, about the research of all types of Pokemon and how it’s all going, talk about how cold it is and how much warmer the Crimson Mirelands is, how the clan meeting seems to be coming along well even through the bickering Irida and him do. Eventually, you finish your soup and set the bowl onto the chest next to you. Adaman clears his throat and begins to stand.

“It’s about time for sleep, so I guess I’ll —”

“Please stay with me.”

Adaman’s eyebrows shot through the sky as he looked at you. “What?”

“Please, stay with me. I could use another person here so I’m not… I’m not alone.” You bowed your head. “And I don’t want you to go. But if you do, I understand.”

Hands rest on your shoulders and you looked up, meeting his eyes and matching his smile. “I would love nothing more than that. I don’t want to leave your side. Not now, not…” he stopped, but you finished it.

“Not ever?”

He smiled warmly, and it warms your soul. “Not ever.”

“Then stay with me. Tonight, at least. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“You got it.”

He slid under the blankets with you, and without a second thought, you curled up next to him for warmth. You were warm, but after how cold you were today… warm didn’t seem to be enough. Adaman’s arms wrapped around you protectively, and with your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat gently lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

#pokemon x reader #adaman x reader #reader x adaman #vaughnwrites #gender neutral reader #rises from the dead after nine months. finishes this all in one go. slumbers

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rawliverandgoronspice · 9 months

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Hey, just wanted to say I love reading your analysis and thank you for being a ‘pioneer’ in TOTK critique on tumblr haha. Lately I started seeing more criticism videos popping up on youtube that are solid, but your analysis is still much more detailed and presents original and valid points. You really helped me to define and put down into words some subconscious feelings that I had about the game. I feel really bad for you (but not in a pitying way) when I see blogs like ‘zeldadeservesabreak’ who come at your analysis skills and are just so unreasonably rude unprovoked (aside from being just factually incorrect at times).

My theory is that it’s their maturity. My theory is that this happens because there are younger fans of the series who seek to have a deeper analysis and discussion about the narrative and aim to sound like a worthy debate opponent who is certain about their position and due to beginners confidence and inexperience in debate come off way too strong. Another small point to add, it peaks my curiosity seeing such devotion to a corporation (Nintendo). I ‘technically’ know why and how it happens, but I’m still always surprised to see someone being so devoted to defending and speaking for Nintendo.

Just wanted to assure you that there are us who greatly appreciate you sharing your thoughts and STILL engaging with questionable Asks after this. I wait for each post or reblog with anticipation and will share your blog with my friends as soon as they finish TOTK as they were really intrigued by the imperialist Rauru depiction. On the other hand, please don’t feel pressured to continue posting if it all gets too much at any point! Thank you for reading all of this if you did! Sorry for any mistakes and poor vocabulary, English is not my native language.

Hello!

Thank you so, so very much for this very kind ask. <3 And I'm sorry it took me a little long to get around to it, I am sick and my brain is not very cooperative. :(

I am really glad to know that there are more conversations happening outside of this little sphere. I scoured for these criticisms on Youtube in the first month and then pretty much gave up when they weren't coming up. I'm glad the conversation is widening, and I hope it keeps on happening over the years --not to hurt the game or its community, but just to encourage critical thought for one, and also just so Nintendo does a little better next time.

It might be maturity, but I am not... How do I put it. I don't think it is so much a question of age or even life experience than it being a question of, well, willingness to see yourself get destabilized a little bit. To me, a lot of the hostility that I've seen directed at these kind of theories are often extremely dismissive of the place they come from; they assume either overzealousness ( = you are seeing problems where there are none for ??? profit??? or just to pretend that you are morally purer than everybody else, which is a statement that never once looked like projection), confusion ( = don't you see the game tells you that this is good and this is bad ?), or bad faith ( = you are here to stir trouble for no reason, you are a troll). Very rarely do they actually engage with the arguments, but rather with the aesthetic quality of it; the way it rings to their ear, the way it is presented, and the intent they assume that led to these arguments being made in the first place. The best counter-arguments I have heard thus far who actually take what is being said into account can either be boiled down to: "I see your point, but it just doesn't bother me that much because of X, Y and Z who really touched me emotionally and I got invested in that (which is great and super valid in my opinion)", or: "I think Nintendo just didn't think about the effect of this decision and the way it weakened what they wanted to do, but I think the overall story of what they wanted to say overrules the way they achieved it, and I prefer focusing on the first rather than the latter (which is also completely legitimate)". I have not, so far, seen a better rebuttal than: it does not bother me personally for X or Y reason, but I am not denying that these might be problems to somebody else.

But yeah. It is the childhood, it is the safe space, it is good and uncomplicated, and so anything that hurts that wonderful piece of innocence that remains must be there with bad intentions. I assume this plays a huge role in the Nintendo Protection Squad, even when the criticism is honestly pretty mild all things considered.

(Also, if I may and as I close this subject: I think this is pretty interesting how it's only unreasonable to ask for a stronger narrative. If the combat had been subpar in TotK, I would not have cared that much personally honestly, but I'm pretty sure a *lot* of people would have complained and been extremely pissed at that, and this would have been an acceptable complaint to have --like the lack of dungeons was an acceptable complaint to wage against BotW. I don't think a great combat system with a lot of variation in approach is particularly more "the spirit of Zelda" than a simple, solid and well constructed story, but a lot of BotW players would probably disagree. Which is fine, the series is evolving, new standards are introduced! But why is this one the only standard that seems to be a reach too far, an unrealistic demand, something that *should* stay a non-priority even though it once clearly was one? Gamers and their approach to storytelling will forever perplex me honestly, which sucks given it's my job but whatever, you make your own hell etc)

But yeah. To be honest, I think a lot of people who don't really understand the "imperialist argument" do not lack for media literacy or analysis or maturity (I kind of am super tired of people throwing the "you have no media literacy!" at each other while never defining what they mean by that or never actually discussing what they actually disagree about), but maybe they do lack a little bit of political culture; especially culture about political communication. Which makes sense not to have or focus on a lot when you play a Zelda game, so. It's fine. vOv

It also does not escape my notice how a lot of the reticence to accept criticism gets the most virulent around the portrayal of power dynamics and race; even though I don't think any progressive fandom faced with a story that could be boiled down to "the good kingdom of the blonde, petite, blue-eyed heroes is invaded by a huge evil man from the desert with very racialized features who forcefully rules his all-women warriors in harem garbs" should bat an eye when some people say this sort of premice makes them uncomfortable and so should be handled very carefully, especially given the global rise of fascism, anti-immigration, and deadly islamophobia everywhere right now. It boggles my mind that this is even considered a controversial statement.

Like, discussing the shade and depth of Rauru's goatman *fur* as a way to counter the criticism that what birthed the character of Ganondorf is 5 racist tropes in a trenchcoat and should be navigated with more care than this is 2023 is so... deeply unserious to me. You know, sometimes things are a little iffy and can be acknowledged as such and then you can still like the Thing and it's fine, you don't even have to engage with the parts that make you uncomfortable, it's fine it's fineee.

But no need to worry about the effect of these kind of interactions on me, though it is very sweet to do so! <3 Let's say I'm not going to bed every night worrying about my critical thinking skills, my media literacy, or wondering whether or not I understand interactive narration haha

I am a little tired of talking about TotK in general tho, to be fully honest. I feel like I've kind of scraped the bottom of my takes, and I don't have a lot more to add --so the asks will probably slow down just by virtue of not repeating myself eternally, and wanting to extract myself from some of the discourse happening (also I just don't care enough about the game to put this much energy into it, it was never really meant to happen I just started receiving tons asks for some reason??? (thank you all!! it was really an Experience!!!! but thank you!!!) and then I replied to them, and then that got me more asks, etc etc, but yeah I never planned to talk about TotK that much haha)

But thank you so very very much again!

#asks #totk critical #ganondorf #zelda fandom critical #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...#thank you for the ask!!!!#it was truly really really nice #kind of went off in a million directions like usual haha #and I did......... vaguepost. at some point #but also. what.#also don't worry English also isn't my native language <3

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hello dear, here's my request for All Might smut, thanks for accepting it.

I love angst, so it could be something related to a situation where the SO (female pls) and our number 1 hero had a fight, the reason could be anything, is up to you. Then, in the middle of it, they hurt eachother feelings by saying mean things, the reconciliation comes after days of both avoiding any kind of contact, starting w angry, rough sex and then half way fluffy/cuddling sex. Oh, and please can I get a lot of kissing and... 'down there kissing' too?

Thanks Teach!

Hi babe! You got it 🤩 I'm sorry it took me too long to do it, but I really enjoyed it and I'm sure you'll do too! I love you sweetheart ❤️

Title : It's not over

Characters : All might/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ angst/ fluff

Note : This story occurs when All might was still the number one hero and before passing OFA to baby Izuku.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Aaaah it's time..

You stated excitedly as you plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

Your boyfriend, Toshinori Yagi, also known as All might, is having an interview to talk about his latest entanglement with the villains.

You two have been together for almost two years, the happiest of your life.

That being said, a relationship with the number one hero comes with its challenges, it's a rollercoaster ride if you were to be frank.

You two are in love -deeply so- that part is true, but never have you been out on a date like any other couple, never have you exchanged loving words when your friends and coworkers at school are around, and never have you told anyone that you two were dating.

It hurt sometimes, not being able to claim him like you wish you would, especially when you see other girls and women throwing themselves at him like ants on sugar.

But it's worth it, at the end of the day he is yours and you are his.

No matter how many women wish to have him, you're the only one who actually does, and that's enough for you.

_ "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome our symbol of peace, number one hero All might!" The TV presenter cheered as she welcomed your man.

_ "Thank you very much miss, I am happy to be here." You smiled instinctively seeing your boyfriend's beaming features.

_ "So tell us All might, how was it like to be in that mission against the league all by yourself? We only saw titbits of the fight as it wasn't easy to get close to the location, but the small footage we were able to obtain showed us just how powerful our number one is." The lady swooned over him and she wasn't even trying to hide it. In fact it was obvious that she wanted him to know.

This was not a new occurrence, and it was something you learned to live with, but it still pissed you off a little.

_ "Yes! I want you as well as everyone else to know that as long as I'm here, you can carry on with your lives as usual and leave the rest in the capable hands of the heroes!" His words always brought peace among the public.

_ "Oh Mr All might you really know how to calm a lady's heart don't you?" She giggled brushing her fingers along his arm and you just tensed up seeing that.

Sure, women as well as men are usually lining up to get a glimpse of him, a word, an autograph or a picture, but never has anyone crossed the line before.

You tapped your foot in an attempt to contain your frustration, but what you couldn't understand was why did he look unbothered.

You didn't expect him to push her away or anything like that. Even you knew that's unreasonable, but he could at least show some annoyance right?

_ "So tell us, because everyone here is interested to know, are you still single?" Her eyes gleamed hopefully and you were overwhelmed with a weird mixture of anger and despair. It's because you already knew the answer he was about to provide.

_ "I'm single of course! I dedicated my heart and my body to the good of the people years ago!" You rolled your eyes as you mouthed the words with him.

_ "Oh my! You're melting this lady's heart." She responded pointing at herself, as if it wasn't obvious. "But tell us something Mr All might, if you were to be in a relationship, what kind of person would you be interested in?" She batted her fake eyelashes as she spoke.

You didn't understand all the personal questions she was throwing his way, wasn't this interview supposed to be about his recent mission?

_ "Ah, well I guess I would say someone like yourself!"

What? Was he serious? Couldn't he just avoid the question like he usually does?

_ "Mr All might I'm so flattered! You are..

You couldn't watch anymore of that bullshit and switched off the TV as the woman was still talking.

It bothered you more than you thought it would. You love him so much, but things like that take a toll on you. And it didn't help that your boyfriend possesses an affectionate and approachable personality.

You paced the room impatiently waiting for his return, and time couldn't have possibly passed any slower.

It was well into the night when he finally returned home. And the first thing he did was greet you with his blinding smile, but you were in no mood to return it and he knew immediately that something was wrong.

_ "Y/n sweetheart is everything okay?"

_ "I don't know, shouldn't I be the one asking that?! Maybe I was wrong! I thought this could work if I was a little patient but you disregarded me entirely!"

He was shocked to see your outburst, and for a second couldn't find the right words. And apparently he kept quiet for longer than he should have, because your screaming resumed.

_ "And what about that tramp who interviewed you? Is that really your type? Flirty forward women?"

_ "Y/n stop yelling please! You know exactly that none of that meant anything. You of all people should know that." He rarely ever scowled, but this time he did, and it made everything seem worse.

_ "Yeah, I'm the one who should know, I'm the one who should understand, I'm the one who should be patient. And what do you have to do?!" You stopped for a moment before continuing in a calmer voice that did not reflect your next words:

_ "I can't do this anymore."

He widened his eyes and shook his head in disapproval:

_ "No, y/n please don't do this. Let's talk about it."

_ "I'm done talking." You responded curtly and immediately left his appartement before he could notice the tears in your eyes.

He couldn't believe what happened, he could've easily stopped you from leaving if he so wished, but would that be right? You clearly didn't want to be there.

For the first time in his life, he felt helpless. Watching the person he cares about the most in pain because of him was torture.

Days have passed, and neither of you tried to contact the other. You were stubborn and mad, but he was honestly scared.

He wanted to give you some time to cool down before trying anything. He feared that if he pushed you when you're still furious, he'd lose you for good. He wasn't about to risk it.

Even at school, you avoided him, apart from the polite head bow and the quiet "good morning's", you exchanged no words.

You kept an eye on him through his TV appearances. It wasn't enough, obviously, but there was nothing you could do about it. You were still not ready to talk after all.

You've noticed that his smile wasn't genuine anymore, it felt forced and fake and you hated it as well as yourself. But what could you do?

Days turned into weeks, but nothing had changed.

Was that it for you? Were you supposed to finally move on?

_ "Damnit I hate this.." You muttered under your breath as you downed your fifth drink that evening.

You were at the annual heroes gala, and you were practically forced to attend. The country's top heroes all there in one hall, so obviously Toshinori was too.

You sat at the bar drowning in your own misery as you watched from the corner of your eye how every woman at the party surrounded him.

You hated every part of it. You couldn't say or do a thing except watching.

_ "Hey y/n! Why are you sitting here all by yourself? Come join us!" Yamada urged you as he grabbed your arm to help you up, but apparently you were a bit too drunk than you thought. You stumbled over your own feet and fell straight into his chest, bringing both of you to the ground.

The loud thud was enough to turn every head your direction, including the man you had been eyeing the whole evening.

Toshinori's eyes widened as he saw the compromising position you landed on. Legs on each side of your friend's, hands fisting his shirt to keep you balanced, and nose brushing against his.

You two stared at each other for a moment and you instinctively turned your head to where the number one hero was standing, only to find him gritting his teeth and glaring at the both of you.

Wait.. an opportunity just presented itself and you quickly took advantage of it. You wanted him to feel the way you always have, maybe then he'll understand the pain he's been causing you.

You turned around to look at Yamada who started laughing uncontrollably, and joined his fit -still sitting on his lap- before asking between giggles: "Are you okay? I donno what came over me, look at us! If someone manages to take a picture we're screwed."

_ "I don't mind being enveloped in a scandal with you." He answered playfully placing one arm around your waist.

Truthfully, you and Yamada have been close friends ever since you joined UA, and this kind of joke is something you both exchanged frequently without having any meaning behind it. You didn't like each other that way which makes the joking part comfortable.

Toshinori on the other hand didn't look pleased at all, and his reaction was the last thing you expected to see.

He walked right up to you and grabbed your arm, lifting you with ease and pulling you out of the hall.

It was quiet as he did so, everyone was in shock witnessing the scene, and you could've heard a pin drop.

He kept his tight hold on your wrist as he dragged you to his car. Neither of you said a word the whole ride home.. his home, and only when he finally stopped the car did you turn around to speak:

_ "What was that? Aren't you worried what everyone might think after what you just pulled? Surely you don't want anyone to start talking." You stressed the last part mockingly and his fists clenched around the wheel.

_ "Don't test me y/n, I'm not in the mood for your games." His voice dropped lower as he tried his hardest to remain calm.

_ "Take me home, I don't want to be here." Your frustration grew by the second, but so did his.

_ "You're not going anywhere until we talk this over. Get out." It was a first, he has never spoken to you this way before. And you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system or your longing for him, but a warm feeling started forming between your thighs.

You followed him inside, it was the first time you stepped foot into his appartement since that day.

_ "What do you want to talk about anyway?" You asked crossing your arms, not even taking a seat, you just wanted to get it over with and leave.

_ "Your irresponsible behavior tonight! What was that all about?"

_ "You are the last person to talk to me about proper behavior." You stomped your way to him pointing an accusing finger as you spoke. "I'm supposed to keep quiet and watch as you enjoy those women's advances? Don't make me laugh!"

_ "No that's not what I'm saying. Don't you trust me at all?" His expressions softened as desperation laced his voice. But you weren't about to lose to him.

_ "This has nothing to do with trust! This is about you disregarding my feelings."

_ "You think I don't know that after what happened tonight everyone will start asking questions? Would I have done it if I didn't care about you?"

_ "Oh I'm sorry, that must've ruined it for you, but it's fine you can come up with something like you always do."

Tears started forming in your eyes and you struggled to fight them back. "I'm leaving." But you barely managed to take a few steps before two strong arms hugged you from behind pinning you in place.

_ "No, I'm not letting you leave, I should've stopped you the first time but I'm not making the same mistake again." All thoughts had left your mind and you couldn't say anything after that.

He picked you up and marched to his bedroom.

Your body bounced on top of his mattress and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours.

It was fast and sloppy and urgent, like he was afraid you'd leave him again.

Little did he know that despite being outraged, you were not about to go anywhere.

You fisted his hair and bit the fat tongue tracing the insides of your mouth, smirking when a deep groan left his throat.

So this is how you want to play it?

He pulled away eyes flaring up with lust and exasperation, before grabbing the neck of your shirt and tearing it apart to leave you only in your bra.

_ "Fuck I missed this." He hissed under his breath and proceeded to do the same with the rest of your clothes.

It all happened in a split second, that when you sat up to quarrel with him about ruining your clothes, a sharp cry left your mouth instead when his head dove in between your legs immediately devouring your already seeping cunt.

You threw your head back, one hand grabbing the sheets while the other pressed his head down further against your pussy.

His tongue fucked its way into your core, licking your gummy walls and kissing your cervix as it went. And all you could do was mewl and writhe underneath him as the intense pleasure engulfed your senses.

From the corner of your eye, you saw one of his hands travel from your thigh to his pants, desperately working on releasing his confined cock. You moaned and twitched into his mouth at the sight of his already fully erected dick thrusting into his half clenched fist.

You wanted more, and you went for it. You planted your feet on the mattress and tightened your fist around his locks before thrusting up into his mouth. You kept fucking his face and he kept fisting his cock until you both neared your release.

Suddenly, Toshinori's hand moved back to your jerking hips, big palms clenching your sides and planting you flush against the bedsheets before resuming his assault on your drooling, winking pussy.

He sucked your clit and grazed his teeth over your lower lips and all you could do was gasp for air.

One of his hands then moved around to your butt cheek giving you a smack and leaving a raging red palm print behind. And that was it for you, you squeezed your thighs around his head, finally climaxing in his mouth.

You slurred his name along with a few profanities as you rode out your orgasm and fell limp underneath him.

But he had other plans for you.

You watched through heavy eyes as he sat up licking his lips and taking off his own clothes.

_ "It's not over yet gorgeous, get ready for me."

_ "But, I.. aaaah!" Your sentence was cut short as a loud scream left your throat when he plunged his dick inside of your overstimulated cunt without any warning.

He immediately started moving at a merciless speed and your eyes were popping out of your head as you dug your nails in his arms and took him all in.

The loud wet shameless sounds your bodies were making added to your arousals, and you soon started moaning and whimpering against his ear when that familiar feeling started forming within you for the second time that night.

_ "Toshi.. I can't.. I'm about to cum!"

_ "I love you y/n.. I fucking love you.. I'm never letting you go." He chanted between each thrust and you tightened around him as his words almost drove you over the edge.

_ "I love you too! I love you damn it!" You cried out tears running down your face, and he suddenly stopped completely.

You felt his fingers stroking your cheeks and you opened your eyes to find a worried look on his face.

_ "I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm a selfish jerk but I promise I'll treat you better from now on. Those couple of weeks we've spent apart were hell, so please don't leave me."

You couldn't find the right words, so instead you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, one that contradicted the previous events of the evening, one that took you both back to when things were still alright.

His hands moved to caress your sides, and you arched your back and tugged on his hair, urging him to start moving again.

His thrusts were shallow at first, barely doing anything for that itch in your core. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving wet kisses on their path.

_ "Toshi.. faster, please honey." The nickname did it, he nuzzled deeper into your neck sucking and nibbling while his hips picked up the pace.

You threw your head back and bit your lower lip allowing him to take you to your blissful ending.

It didn't take much longer until you tightened around him moaning his name. He kept fucking you, chasing his own release that came moments after yours. He pulled out and released all over your tummy before falling on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you hugged him closer.

_ "So what now? You know we're going to face countless questions about tonight." You stated cautiously, unsure of his upcoming response.

_ "We'll answer them all truthfully, I will not hide our relationship anymore."

_ "Really? You would do that?!" It was unbelievable, and you were eager for further reassuring.

_ "Of course love.. you know what hurts the most? It's that despite being the nember one hero who's job is to protect others, I failed miserably to protect the person I care about the most.. I'm so sorry." He was finally able to lift his head up and look you straight in the eyes.

You smiled brightly and cupped his cheeks, pecking his nose before whispering: "It's not too late Toshi, we can always start over."

You two could finally relax into each other's arms, knowing that whatever happens, you'll be able to face it as long as you're together.

@shxt-txt

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witheredoffherwitch · 7 months

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hello there! just wanted to send an encouraging ask as I very rarely look at any hotd-related content on here (due to the lack of critical thinking that can be found and the pure vitriol spewed through anonymous messages - many lovely mutuals have also received horrendous anons telling them they should be physically harmed since they do not enjoy an incestuous crackship and that’s absolutely unhinged!) and you’ve handled these absurdly obnoxious, transparent anons in your inbox with grace and eloquence. it’s been a year and many moots on twitter have learned to keep to themselves regarding opinions related to alys/aemond and how it could possibly be interpreted as a gothic tale/romance (as they keep tabs over there too) but it’s truly pathetic and unsettling to see how a certain part of this fanbase CONTINUES to spew their hate and try to incite a reaction. rooting for a female character to be sexually assaulted simply because one is bitter over an incestuous crackship not happening is the definition of childish and frankly very odd. there’s already more than enough of that in this whole franchise and aemond taking a woman by force is simply not in-keeping with how they’ve characterized him in the show (as you’ve aptly acknowledged) and is very unlikely to happen (much to their displeasure). their relationship is not a fairytale but that doesn’t mean it has to include that at all.

anyhow this ended up being way too long but wanted to commend you for dealing with this pure nonsense from Those shippers! I’ve turned my anon option off to avoid this sort of behavior and moots who think alys has alot to offer as a character have received tons of hate while minding their own business. it’s been a year and they are STILL insufferable. seems they cannot cope with the fact that she will be in the show and that their ship is not happening. very sad. in any case, gayle seems like a very dedicated actress and she and ewan are surely to have an interesting screen presence together. can’t wait to see what they bring as a duo chemistry-wise and their performances! 🥰

Ahhh Cecilia!! I'm so sorry for getting around to your message so late, but I am all the more grateful to you for reaching out at the time. Aside from those two anons (to whom I so eloquently requested to throat my cock), I think I did a pretty good job at handling this ongoing dissent. Thank you so much once again!

I am so sorry that you guys had to deal with this kind of nonsense before, BUT I seriously hope that these anons have not deterred your enthusiasm for any Alysmond content. We barely make for a moderately-sized Kpop girl group -- and I hope the few remaining girlies are still active to keep this small hive humming and buzzing. Alysmond is a ship that will sustain irrespective of what the show follows - i mean, we have other crackships that are still going strong after all. We should grant ourselves a bit of freedom to express our creative interpretations of the narrative.

Coming to what you said about Aemond's depiction in the show, I 100% stand by that take. He's not shown to be an unreasonable brute who will take someone by force. Moreover from whatever leaks we've got till now (though I would take them with a grain of salt), Gayle's Alys is also made to come off as a very kooky character. Regardless of what they show on-screen, I am already drowning ten-feet deep into these headcanons -- IMAGINE the first interaction between Alys 'a barn owl cursed to live in human form' Rivers and Aemond 'tis I who studies philosophy' Targaryen. I don't care what anyone says because that's a recipe for deliciously dark and romantically gothic meet-cute. That's our quirky cursed witch and menacingly tortured kinslayer! If Condal messes it up, then we have enough material to draft multiple fucking AUs for ourselves. LOL I've even suggested earlier how we only need Gayle in Alys' costume -- because rest assured, we'll do the rest with moodboards and countless video edits.

I am extremely tight on schedule since I am doing my Masters while working a full-time job -- and because of that, I am short on producing the kind of content I'd like BUT hopefully, I can get something out by the end of this month. To be very honest, I actually don't really mind crackships (I read them all the time and have shared links to some of my favorites) but what really annoys me is this constant need to put down other ships to justify your own little delulu headcanons.

Anyway thanks for reaching out once again, and you are welcome to take a nice cushy spot in our coven.

Love, Kalki. 🤗

#anon asks #lovely sisterwife 💕#alysmond hive #coven convening #hotd fandom #shippy discourse

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mama-qwerty · 23 days

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Hello. Same anon here. I appreciate your guidance. I'm shedding actual tears while typing this.

Yes, I am scared. 110%. I'm not expecting some sort of "attention", or making people feel sorry for me or that case.

My parents, more specifically my mother, have always compared me to others my age. Especially as I got older. I'm 22, turning 23 this year, my mom has always told me that I, as a woman, I had to do certain things because, guess what? I'm a woman.

My parents, again mostly my mother, has always forced to do things that I do not want to do, then blame it on me.

Anyway. My mom has always told me that you have to have everything lined up for you when you graduate college and/or high school. I do have a boyfriend, I've known him since we were in high school together. Due to how unreasonable housing is right now, as soon as it becomes affordable, I'm planning on moving in with him.

I feel like I blame myself all the time. To not have everything figured out, while my parents think that I should have everything figured out. Besides my boyfriend and my grandma.. I have no one else to tell my worries to. My family constantly emotionally draining me, so I'm always emotionally tired.

Your family is lucky to have someone like you. I, for one, would have loved to have a mother like you in my life. Anyway sorry for this being a bit long.

Thank you again,

A random follower

Ps. For those who wonder, the date is May 4th. Yep, the Star Wars day, "May the force be with you"

Oh hon, I'm so sorry. 💕💕

It sounds like your mother may be trying to get you to conform to possibly the same gender roles she herself was forced into. It was what was expected of her, so she maybe thinks that's just the way things are. Maybe she herself didn't like it either, but just grinned and beared it, so she thinks that's what you need to do, too. (Obviously I'm purely speculating, here.)

That's not to say it's right or fair of her for expecting that of you. She should not force you to do things you don't want to, simply because of your gender. Full stop.

I don't know how old your mother is, but the problem I see with the older generation (mostly Boomers but I've encountered a few Gen Xers like this, too) is that they don't seem to realize that the world is so much different than it was when they were younger. (I say 'they' but I am a Gen Xer myself. Shh, I'm still cool and hip, though. 😎😆 )

Anyway, I know the job market is so hard right now. Back in the day, you could simply walk into a business and practically get hired on the spot. Not so today--you're competing with dozens, if not hundreds of other applicants. Businesses don't want you to call or walk in now, instead funneling you through an online application process that could take the better part of an hour, and boils down to answering sometimes a hundred questions in a pre-made form that doesn't really do anything except waste time. And you get to do this for every job you want. It's frustrating and downright disheartening.

So having that job 'lined up' isn't as easy as it once was.

And this isn't even touching on how much more expensive everything is. The housing market, as you yourself know, is NUTS right now--rent is skyrocketing, and house prices have gone through the roof so much it's pushed out any first-time buyers. There is absolutely no way a kid fresh outta school could afford to move out without help.

I'm just gonna say it - your parents are being unreasonable. The world is so different now than when they were your age. It's more complicated, a hellovalot more expensive, and a lot less stable. To expect you to have everything all figured out and planned to perfection is delusional. Up to now, your biggest worry was keeping up with your studies. Now they expect you to just jump out into the real world, with everything all sorted?

It's very frustrating when parents pull the "When I was your age" stuff. "When I was your age, I was living on my own/working full time/married with a kid on the way." Yeah? Good for them. You're not a clone of them, and the world isn't the same as it was then.

When I was your age, I was still living at home, working as a cashier in a grocery store. That's it. I had no relationship, and no plans or ideas about what I wanted to do with my life. And to be perfectly honest, I can't think about the future. It's just a blurry speck on the horizon. I can't think in terms of "In 5 years I want to [blank]." Because it's just all so abstract to me. That's a long time in the future, and there is so much that can change between then and now. I can't plan to [blank] if I don't know what next week will hold.

It's something that drives my husband batty, because he's a big picture guy. Always asking me what I want to do with my life, what I want to accomplish. And when he does, I just get overwhelmed and feel tired. Because I'm not a big picture person. I'm a detail gal. I focus on the minutiae. The here and now. The things that matter in the immediate future, not the far off abstract future. (Probably why I'm a pantser, honestly.)

I totally get being emotionally drained by someone. It's exhausting and leaves you feeling so low, so down. You wonder if they're right, if there really is something wrong with you because you don't think like them, because you don't see the world the way they do. And especially if others around you seem to know who they are and what they want. What's wrong with you that you don't?

Here's the truth, hon. There's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with being scared of the future, or not being able to really figure out where you're going. This is a big step in your life, and it's completely and totally normal to be scared shitless at it. Your parents should be encouraging you, helping you navigate it so you succeed, not brow-beating you because you don't automatically have all the answers.

I'm glad you have your boyfriend and grandmother to help you stay sane. Don't freak out that you don't have everything all lined up nice and neat the way your parents want. They seem to want to know what the layout of your new house is when you haven't even found land to start building on! One step at a time!

Don't worry about the length. Write as much as you need.

And I can be your internet mom if you like. Because I'm so proud of you for finishing school, and reaching out to talk about something that's a heavy burden on you.

Sending you more hugs. Take care of yourself. 💕💕💕💕💕

#ask me #anon help

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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Hello👋 after I saw the werewolf Alma and Mirabel, I got the idea of the Madrigal from there going into the Alma Meet 'n Greet' n Beat, Protective, Koopa and Cocconed scold the Madrigal for how they treated Mirabel. Do you think you or SA can write something with that idea?

Bye I was supposed to answer this over 2000 posts ago and I am. So sorry it took so long.

Les get it

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"What is your problem?!" Protective yelled, stomping her feet as she screamed at the other family members who had just arrived.

She had been given the terrible news that these members had mistreated Miravel on purpose out of jealousy. Jealousy that didn't even make sense.

"All you had to do was talk! Speak up! Closed mouths don't get fed you know!" She continued, and the others backed away. The Alma and Mirabel from that universe were in the corner, Alma in her wolf form and being climbed on by toddlers. Agustin, Luisa and Felix were there as well, seeing that they had no real reason to be jealous of the Mirabel from their universe.

"Calm down," Koopa said, and Protective practically growled at them before stomping away, still seething. The Soul Queen stood up to her full height, overwhelming the second family members to come from a werewolf universe.

"I'm not going to do anything. But I find it quite unreasonably foolish that you had become so jealous of a child that you resorted to...the things you did," Koopa said, smoke seeping from her mouth.

"Well...she took all of Abuela's attention! She purposely made it so Abuela wouldn't pay attention to us. She's giftless so why should she get all the attention?!" Isabela said, pointing an accusatory finger at the wolf Mirabel, who avoided eye contact.

"Why should you?" Koopa countered, making the Isabela back off in fear. "All you had to do was talk. Ask for answers. I'm sure you would've gotten them. But instead you let your own jealousy blind you."

"She's right. Your actions are inexcusable. How would you feel if your whole family suddenly treated you like you were the worst person for sonething you can't control? They already have enough on their plate, they don't need you adding onto it," Cocooned stated, not looking up from her lap, where the Mirabel from the mentioned family was now curled up into

The accused said nothing as they all looked rather guilty. She wasn't wrong. Looking back at it, they had done and said some pretty mean things. And Mirabel had still shown nothing but kindness to them.

"You better watch your back cause I'll rock your-" "Language!" Protective was cut off by Cocooned Pedro and Protective silenced herself but still glared.

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SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING

Petition to let Protective Madrigals deck them all, all in favor say 'I'

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #werewolf alma and mirabel au #cocooned #cocoon au #protective madrigals au #encanto super mario au

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sunflower-butch · 1 year

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hey Пчёлка! (sorry for the unoriginality but it's literally 3am 😅)

IT SNOWED TODAY!!!! not a lot but i'm still excited :D

I gotta answer the favourite ice cream flavour question from the ask game first because I've found out something very interesting.

Ok so i'm about to say something very weird and apparently very Canadian, but my favourite ice cream flavour is tiger tail(tiger tiger, tiger, tiger stripe. I've seen many variations) ANYway this is gonna sound like a weird combo if you haven't tried it but it's basically orange ice cream with black licorice ice cream swirled throughout it (weird ik) but while I was looking up the actual proper name of the ice cream I found out it's a Canadian only thing, not only that but it's a regional flavour so only certain parts of Canada has it???

anyway I fell down a loop hole and now need to know what you call the metal shopping carts at the store, knitted caps that you wear during winter, and also what do you call you 1 dollar coins? (buggy, tuque, and loonie for me)

November kinda sucked but it's the last week (were'd all the time go?) I started a new job this week which is really exciting

DUDE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO START PRIORY OT THE ORANGE TREE! it's been sitting on my bookshelf for way too long

I finally seen legally blonde and it was sooooo good, I watched in with a group so i'll probably need to re-watch it later, oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

IT isn't actually that scary unless you don't like clowns, in which case it might not be your piece of cake

man weather is so weird. one time at the end of august I remember it started to snow while we were driving home not for very long but still strange. I had you use the converter thingy to understand 70°F but 21°C IS UNREASONABLE FOR FALL! THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE. Right now its -1°C with the low for tomorrow(today now) at -13°C which i'm kinda dreading.

it's not really important but I did want to say when I started talking to you I was using she/they(i think i was?) but now i'm using they/them so that's cool I guess 👍

regale me with your random LOTR facts I only knew 2 of the last facts so if you have more i'd love to hear them!

I also liked to mix up spices when cooking as a kid. Most of the time it didn't work well but one time I found out that if you're making a sweet carrot cake (or cakes like that) and you're making cream cheese frosting, adding a bit of garam masala to the frosting adds a bit of a kick and cuts the sweetness in a non overpowering way!

i'm so glad I can further continue my 'everyone I talk to must listen to alvvays' agenda. I don't think I have a favourite song on the album but I do love Pressed and Belinda Says. Also turns out that Blue Rev is a Canadian only drink made Ontario.

y'know what's homophobic to me specifically? Both my favourite bands have only 1 show here and it's in Toronto (very far from me) IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER. Toronto winters aren't particularly nice.

Music thoughts from the last couple of days are really old french songs (the classics from like Lucienne Boyer and Edith Piaf, that kind of music) they all kinda remind me of the comforting orange of street lamps in the dark and drawing before going to bed

signed someone who's literally so close to falling asleep

-el

IM SO SORRY MY INBOX INTIMIDATES ME AND SOMETIMES I JUST IGNORE IT

Hello my darlin’ El!! My favorite Canadian! My favorite anon!

Nothing to apologize for, my dear. That nickname is probably my favorite ever, I’ll never get tired of it

SNOW, that’s so cool!!! We actually got a little bit here in the last couple weeks too! Barely any, but something!! Just a ✨dusting✨

Okay so that sounds so strange and I HAVE to try it. If I ever visit Canada, I am searching this out 👀 Idk if it’s regional, but we have a snow cone flavor called tiger’s blood! It’s kind of like a fruit punch sort of flavor. I was more of a cotton candy kid. Or the weirdo who got banana flavor

Regional dialects are so fucking cool!!! For us, it’s shopping cart, beanie, and penny!idk what it is but tuque is just such a fun word. Very pleasing to say, feels nice, idk. Maybe I’m just a weirdo LMAO. I’m trying to think of some of the weirder regional words, but my brain is so empty right now.

Oh congrats on the new job!!! How is it going?? I’m sorry your November was rough, I hope December treated you more kindly! It’s been a rollercoaster for me, but I have a feeling 2023 will be a good year for me. I’m being stubbornly optimistic 🫡

Speaking of!!! Happy new year! Do you have any resolutions??

Did you start Priory? If you have, what do you think?? It’s high on my list, but I recently got One Last Stop and Gideon the Ninth, so I bumped it down. I’ve GOT to read OLS so I can read the Ronance au, and Gideon the Ninth is just,,, lesbian necromancers in space and I’ve been obsessed with it despite not reading it ever

Oklahoma weather my beloathed! She’s a wicked she-devil!! We’ve gone from a pleasant 21°C to -29°C wind chills in the span of a week!! I love it soooooooo much!!! (Kill me please.) I hope your weather has been tamer and you’re staying warm up north!!

Oh that’s so cool dude!! Good to know!! I’ll make sure I remember <33 They/them pronouns kinda hit different man. I’ve swapped mine officially from she/they to they/she. Not a huge difference but something in my chest feels so much lighter with they 🥰 Gender fuckery is fun

More silly LOTR facts, eh? Well, J*ke G*llenhall auditioned for the role of Frodo Baggins! Supposedly it was one of the worst auditions! Christopher Lee, Saruman, is the only actor to have met JRR Tolkien himself! Believe it or not, Nicolas Cage was the original pick to play Aragorn! I still think Viggo Mortensen is one of the best casting choices of all time tho, sorry Nick

Oh I’ve never heard of that! I’m writing it down for future baking purposes 🫡 I have recently discovered that garlic powder and onion powder are my best friends and I will put that shit on everything

Incredible choices! I need to give the album another listen. Maybe I can Ronanceify a song in your honor <33

That’s terrible!!! I am so very sorry <33 I get the feeling man, even a lot of US tours just,,, skip over Oklahoma. I’m sooooooooo bitter about Noah Kahan not stopping by somewhere I can see him. The closest show is a state away, 4 hour drive with current gas and hotel prices? YIKES. But! I got Paramore tickets and I WILL lose my entire shit that day

Definitely will check those out! Personal music thoughts for me,, still obsessing over the entire Stick Season album, but The View Between Villages especially. Been really into the hot gay girl shit/lesbian villain arc kind of genre. Devil Is A Woman by Cloudy June? Incredible

With warmth and sincere apologies for the weight,

- Max/Lo

#elmax anon #AND AGAIN I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WEIGHT #wait #not weight #I know the difference #I am a Writer #goddamn #it’s my turn to respond at 3 am #so the late hour is my excuse

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mrscoulter5ever · 5 months

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Truth Requires Bravery Ch 5

Alissa awoke in the morning to her phone ringing off the hook. She blearily opened her eyes, rolled over, and looked at her alarm clock. It was 8am. Not an unreasonable hour for a phone call, except that pretty much everyone Alissa knew knew she worked the night shift, and thus would never call her early in the morning like that. So who could possibly be calling her that consistently at an ungodly hour of the morning?

Groaning, Alissa turned over and looked at her phone. Oh shit. It was Jack Kang, the faction leader of Candor. Panicking, Alissa answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Good morning Alissa, sorry to bother you at such an early hour. I heard you might have some information about what occurred last night with the Dauntless and was hoping to debrief with you?"

"Oh sure, no problem sir," Alissa gulped.

"Excellent. Alissa, please tell me everything you know about what happened last night."

Alissa recounted the tale of events from last night, leaving out, of course, her own masturbatory fantasies of a certain Dauntless leader. She told Jack what room she had brought the Dauntless to. He thanked her and hung up. Sighing, Alissa rolled over onto her stomach and fell back asleep.

A few hours later, she awoke to what sounded like yelling in the hallway. While Candor had a reputation of being the "loudmouths" of the faction, most arguments were pretty lighthearted and civil, so this sort of heated argument was not commonplace here. Confused, Alissa got out of bed and opened up the door to see what was going on.

There, her eyes first paused on the delicious sight of that Dauntless man - Eric - in nothing more than a pair of tight boxer shorts, showing off his incredibly shredded muscles - Alissa swore she had never even known the human form could have that many muscles - and registered his equally impressive manhood. Blushing faintly, Alissa then diverted her eyes to the rest of the scene; the man, Eric, was yelling with Jack in the middle of the hallway. Well, not really yelling with Jack. Jack, true to form, was arguing his point in a very calm and collected manner, while Eric was blowing up at him.

Alissa tried to listen in on their conversation, whilst trying to stay hidden in the background of her doorway.

"I came here for answers, Jack! I'll be damned if I take my men around another fucking pointless 20 mile march all over the damn city for jackshit!"

"I understand that, Mr. Coulter, but Candor was not properly informed of and has not officially permitted your arrival. And especially given your...brash entrance the other evening, which, may I say, disturbed many of my faction's residents, we must ask you and your men to officially leave the premises while we as a faction convene to decide what our relationship with Dauntless will be in this matter."

"Look, I just came here for answers. I'll leave your damn faction as long as I can just get some information first."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Coulter, given the security risk you have clearly posed to me and my faction, I must first ask you to leave. I am happy to send over whatever documentation you wish to Dauntless' servers, but first you and your men must go."

By this point, Alissa had been slowly peeking her head more and more out of her bedroom door. Suddenly she saw Eric turn and look directly at her. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. She had been caught.

Eric turned to Jack and smirked. "Oh no, Jack. That's not enough. I need some sort of...guarantee that you'll provide us with the information. In fact, I think I'll take her-" here he dragged Alissa by the arm over to him "-as ransom."

Alissa, in shock, looked at Jack, who looked vaguely...disappointed? Alissa was having trouble concentrating, considering she found herself pressed up against Eric's rock solid chest. It was taking every ounce of focus and willpower in her body to keep her wildly raging hormones in check.

"Mr. Coulter, please, I'm sure we can work out an agreement," Jack pleaded.

"Sure we can," Eric said cockily, in a deep, threatening voice that caused Alissa to shiver. Eric must have noticed this, because his smirk grew even bigger as he puffed his chest out and pulled Alissa even closer to him, her cheeks now blushing a scarlet red that even Jack had to have noticed by now as she felt her underwear get wet. "The agreement is that my men and I will leave - with your young lady here - and as soon as you send the information we request over to Dauntless, we'll bring her back to you perfectly unharmed."

"Mr. Coulter, I cannot allow you to kidnap one of the members of my faction-"

"Oh really?" Eric interrupted, laughing. "I think, given last night, we both know that your faction's security is...less than stellar, to say the least. So what really makes you think you can stop me?"

Jack, cornered, pursed his lips. "I'm sorry," he mouthed to Alissa. With a deep and heavy sigh, he concluded, "Fine. I will get the information to you by Thursday evening. Please return her by Friday, and make sure she is unharmed and taken good care of."

Eric nodded sharply. "Don't worry, Jack," he grinned. "I'll make sure she's well taken care of," he said, a bit of heat in his voice as he wrapped his arms around Alissa. She inhaled sharply, eyes widening, feeling her panties grow even wetter at the unspoken lustful promises.

#candor #dauntless #divergent #eric coulter #oc #humor #romance #enemies to lovers #smut #language #peter hayes

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silverletters · 2 years

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Hi there, this is your exchange gifter, I have some questions about Senna. What was their home life like before they were recruited? Did they have any good relationships with any family/staff or were they glad to leave? And what were their thoughts on the Wayfarer Order during their training/traveling? Do they have any especially strong memories of either place, good or bad?

Hello! Hnnn, i am sorry i am taking so long to answer. Senna is part of a naval trader family. As a first born a lot of expectrations were put upon their shoulders even before they were born, but when the parents learned that their child has no magic, thats when the relationship really soured. Despite Senna's best efforts the rift between them and their parents affected both their relationship with the staff and their younger sibling - not enough to be of the malicious sort, but enough to raise some tensions. When Cedric came, Senna was not entirely sure they wanted to leave but the eagerness with which their parents gave them up sort of sealed the deal. As for the Order... Senna quickly grew to love their new role. For someone who was treated as useless through their childhood, the idea of being given a purpose, and a noble one at that is something that Senna carries closely to their heart. They did not think much beyong that until the destruction of the tower, when Senna started wondering that perhaps they needed to work on their public relations more, to not hide on the cusps of the society. Then perhaps the disaster would not happen. But the history has no ifs and so Senna moves on. And strong memories... I would say the strongest would be the time Senna was allowed to take care of their baby siblings. They had less time with the middle sister, since she was the new heir and there was a certain concern that envy would cause a child to act unreasonable, however before Senna left they got a few month of watching their todler youngest brother.

#senna morven #wayfarer if #wayfarer mc

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hoe4hotchner · 3 years

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reader has a crush on hotch and hotch calls them a pet name

Just a little coaxing is needed

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Word count: 2k

A/N: The reader is in their late 20’s in this. Here’s a reminder that my Requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.

Warnings: None!!! It’s pure fluff.

Waking up to your alarm with a loud groan, you flop over on your back as you hit the snooze button. Today was going to suck, you could already tell, as you let yourself for the extra 8 minutes.

Last night you had gotten back to Quantico at about 3 am, after an explicitly long case that had been pulling everyone’s teeth out. It had been an especially tough one, seeing as the unsub had left little to no evidence of his crimes leaving you with nothing.

Upon arrival at the headquarters, Hotch had dismissed everybody with a firm not and an expectation of having them show back up for work at 7 am sharp. He wanted this case out of the world as soon as possible, and if that meant having a tired team write their reports, so be it.

All the way down with the elevator to the ground level, Morgan and JJ had complained about Hotch’s orders being unreasonable and inhumane, but you, you didn’t speak a word. Maybe it was the exhaustion that you couldn’t seem to shake from your body. Or maybe it was the fact that for the past two years you’d been crushing on your boss. How could you defy the man that you felt so in love with that you’d jump in front of a bullet for him.

Your attraction towards him hadn’t gone unnoticed by the team, as they’d noticed the subliminal hints your body had given off when he was around. They loved to tease you about it, telling you that you looked like a love-sick puppy dog, floating on a pink cloud behind him.

During cases, you’d managed to keep your calm whenever you were paired up with him. Not wanting to jeopardize your work with your dumb feelings. You couldn’t be together, it would be wrong. He was your boss! And the age gap didn’t help much either.

Sitting at your desk you slowly punched away on your keyboard, determined to get this report done so you could get to the stack of paperwork that had piled up next to you. Your eyes were slowly starting to feel heavier, as the lack of sleep finally caught up to you.

“(Y/L/N), can I have a word with you in my office?” Hotch called from the door, catching you off guard and snapping you out of your dozing state. As you got up from your desk, farthest back in the bullpen, and made your way across the room the others started cooing you on. Small oohs and mocking kiss sounds followed you all the way up the stairs but stopped once your hand landed on the door handle.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” You said as you sat down opposite him at his desk. He looked up from his own report that he was writing, his eyebrows raised.

“Just a second love, then I’ll be with you.” He mentioned before dotting the last few words down on the paper. You started spacing out. Had he just called you love?! No, you probably head him wrong. Why would Hotch call you that? He was your boss, that’s not a normal dialogue between an agent and a unit chief. Your mind was running wild trying to make sense of what had just happened. What did it all mean? You didn’t mind though, but it was all so confusing to you in your tired state.

“(Y/N)! Hello, are you there?” He snapped you out of your trance, seeing as you blinked your eyes with a quick flinch.

“Sorry sir, I’m just a little tired from the case.” You explained, trying to push the thoughts away. He understood although he knew that that wasn’t why you zoned out. None of you mentioned the pet name he had given you, as he cut to the chase.

“Strauss and I have a meeting later; do you think you have time to write this report as well?” He asked handing you a folder from your previous case. “It'll mean a little over time, it’s fine if you’re too tired, we just have to get through all of this before the heads upstairs come down for their annual performance reviews,” Hotch explained as you skimmed over the case, getting yourself reacquainted with the details.

“Sure.” You smiled, hating yourself for saying yes to him. But how could you say no? Your heart fluttered every time you even looked at him, feeling your crush take over as you became more compliant. If it had been anyone else asking, you’d probably have said no, knowing that you needed to catch up on rest. “Anything else, sir?” You propositioned as you stood back up ready to head out the door.

“No, dismissed.” He motioned you off. Just before you were about to leave his office he stopped you. “Oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, turning back around to look at him.

“Thanks love.” He smiled before waving you off. Your whole body twitched at the pet name. It was so unexpected that you didn’t know where to put yourself. Hotch loved seeing you squirm at his words, having had a hunch for a while of your attraction towards him. So, it hadn’t been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He really did call you love. Maybe it was an accident though? Maybe he’d just let it slip because he was extremely tired and overworked as well? Your thoughts started colliding with themselves in your brain, as your head started spinning. You plopped down back at your desk with a small exhausted grunt.

“What did he want?” Prentiss asked, spinning around in her own chair.

“More work.” You groaned dumping the file on your desk.

Hours went by and the pile on your desk seemed unending as it felt like you never managed to make a dent in it. The others had gone home long ago, leaving their piles for tomorrow, or whenever there was time to actually do paperwork. With the number of cases, the team consulted on, as well as helped with you never had enough time for the administrative stuff, in the long run, spending a couple of days to a week at a time out of the city.

Pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, you groaned, letting the pen you’d been twirling between your fingers fall down on top of the desk. You were working on Hotch’s report, struggling to remember certain details from that specific case. Truth be told, you felt like a failure. Why hadn’t he just given the report to Spence? You thought, he was after all the child prodigy and boy genius of the team. He’d have had it finished several hours ago.

Pulling yourself together you dragged yourself over to the coffee station, hoping that a hot cup could quicken you enough up to finish the report, so you could finally head home to sleep. You hated how you were such a big people pleaser, and especially when it came to Hotch. It caused you great strain on your mental health as you often ended up pulling long shifts or all-nighters, trying to help your friends with what you could.

The caffeine did nothing to help, as it only appeared to make you feeling more exhausted in the end. Before you knew of it, it was 11 o’clock and you’d barely finished the report when a text from an old college friend popped up on your screen, asking if you’d want to go out with them. You quickly responded, dismissing the idea, as you got up from your desk, practically dragging yourself back up to Hotch’s office for the second time that day.

You hadn’t seen him leave, so you slowly knocked with small slaps on the wooden structure with the back of your hand. A muffled “come in” was heard. Hotch didn’t look up from the reports he was reading through and signing off on when you entered.

“What do you need.” He dismissively said, not looking up at you, nor knowing who it was. He assumed that it had just been someone from the night shift or maybe the cleaning staff wanting to know when they’d be able to clean his office.

“I’m just here to drop this off.” You quietly said, not wanting to disturb him anymore as you held up the finished report in your right hand. Hotch looked up when he heard your voice, seeing the condition you’d been in.

“Honey, you look terrible.” He pointed out, this time a new name fell from his lips. Truth be told, you did look horrible. You had large bags under your eyes, your hair ruffled as you’d pushed your fingers through it in frustration, your eyes felt heavy and droopy and you felt like you were swaying from side to side whenever you stood still. Your gaze fell on him, as you had perked up slightly at the mention of the pet name.

“Hotch? What’s going on?” You asked, confused, not being used to getting this sort of treatment from your boss, or any man as of lately. Making your way closer to his desk you dropped the report in his inbox, before sitting down. Trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, you unfocused your gaze on him, as you waited for his response.

“What do you mean agent?” He questioned, knowing exactly what you meant. He was just toying with you, waiting for the moment to occur between the two of you.

“You’ve kept on calling me love and honey all day, and It feels kind of unprofessional, although it has only been said between the two of us.” You slumped down in the chair, feeling like you were in the principal’s office back in elementary school, getting scolded for something, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Oh, so that’s the problem, I thought you like it though.” He grinned, pushing you further and further to admit your feelings towards him.

“That’s not the problem, I actually do love it but….” You stopped yourself as you widened your eyes. You’d let it slip. You fell silent as you tried to redirect your gaze elsewhere in the room.

“I know.” Hotch suddenly blurted out, catching you off guard as there had been a moment of awkward silence between the two of you.

“Know what?” You asked looking back over at him.

“That you like me. I’m a profiler for heaven’s sake (Y/N), you haven’t even tried to repress those feelings at work, I’ve noticed.” He explained, doing the thing you’d promised not to do to each other, your job.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you stood up and headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Or not, you thought. Mostly, you wanted to dig yourself a deep hole and just lie in it until this whole thing blew over and Hotch soon would’ve forgotten the conversation, if that even was possible. The man seemed to remember everything. He was like a goddamn elephant, never forgetting.

Upon opening the door, it was quickly slammed shut, as you were flipped around. Before you managed to comprehend the situation and make sense of it, a pair of lips are pressed against yours, kissing you with passion as you feel a hand sneak up to cup your cheek. Your hand weakly moves up to his chest as you lean into the kiss, letting him deepen it. You were still in shock and surprised at what was taking place in Hotch’s office.

When Hotch pulled away from the kiss, letting you both catch your breath, he rested his forehead against yours. Staring each other into your eyes.

“If you hadn’t guessed it, I also like you.” He smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “You just needed a little coaxing to finally admit your feelings.” He grinned. Your body was pressed between his broad frame and the door as you still tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“Hotch?” You asked. Your head was spinning as the world around you seemed to have stopped in its tracks. You felt the butterflies flutter around it your stomach as you were slowly coming down from the high that was Aaron Hotchner.

“Mhm?” He hummed.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“I love you too, love.”

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sunnibits · 2 years

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y’all asked for my Izzy Hands thoughts here you fuckin go >:) it got a wee bit long sorry

here’s some ‘meta’ that was living in my head rent free about Izzy’s role as Blackbeard’s designated killer and other stuff. some of it is probably bullshit <3

HELLO not to be overly dramatic about Izzy Hands on this good day but. I think a lot about how Ed tells Stede that he’s never actually killed people directly. And like, we can debate how true that is - particularly because honestly, Ed doesn’t seem to have any hesitation when it comes to killing people except for the case of Stede - but taking that as legitimate, he also mentions that he always ‘outsources the big job’. Now, I’ve already seen it pointed out by other people that the person who usually takes this job instead of Ed is Izzy - but, god, the implications of that are making me insane, I need to think about that more…

Because like yeah, it’s obviously not exclusively Izzy that’s doing all the killing, considering Ed has his whole crew and everything. And of course Ed is fine with maiming (love a good maim). But because I am of course crazy about Izzy Hands, I think about how Izzy is elevated above the rest of the crew. Yes, the whole crew is probably fine with doing all of Ed’s killing, but Izzy is Blackbeard’s first mate. His right hand man, his immediate second. By the time we start the show, it almost seems like Izzy is representing Blackbeard at this point - it’s kind of implied in other moments that Ed doesn’t even really get that involved in too much fighting anymore (they just see the flag and run away), and even in the third episode we see Izzy go to invite Stede to the ship on Blackbeard’s behalf. Ed specifically wants him to handle that personally, presumably because Izzy is the closest to Blackbeard. He doesn’t even feel the need to tell Stede who his boss is, because it’s just implied with his own title (but it course, Stede doesn’t know that). I know it’s reaching a bit, but I’m really into this concept of Izzy Hands as like, the primary representative of Blackbeard at this point. He’s Blackbeard’s right hand - and he does the murdering bit.

Because, of course, Izzy is heartless enough for it. As Izzy would see it, Ed is soft hearted. He doesn’t want to kill, but he wants to maintain this terrifying image, so Izzy does it for him. We even see this directly play out in The Art of Fuckery - Ed has to kill Stede. Ed doesn’t want to kill Stede. Izzy, very quickly, volunteers to do it. He’s not even shaming Ed for it, he’s just offering his service. Which like, a little off topic, but that actually ties perfectly into this whole rambling I sent to my friend about the idea of Izzy killing Stede as an act of service. His comparison of Stede to a dog is what really gets my brain churning - because they directly compare killing Stede to putting down a dog, and that’s not an act that is made out of hate. It’s something you don’t want to do, but you do it out of mercy, and you try to get it over quick. (Of course, Ed literally didn’t have to kill Stede, but the way that he saw it and Izzy saw it, it was this inevitable thing he couldn’t avoid it anymore). So by offering to kill Stede, obviously there’s a little bit of personal satisfaction because Izzy hates Stede, but it’s not just that for Izzy. At the heart, it’s an act of service. He’s saying ‘here, I’ll take the gun, you look away’. And in the end, when Ed can’t go through with it, Izzy takes initiative. (‘You’re not doing this - I am’). He’s so sure that this is what Ed needs, and obviously it’s not - (and obviously, like I said, duh Izzy is a bitch and he just wants to kill Stede BUT-) but hey, it’s not unreasonable for him to think that, considering even though he protests at first, Ed doesn’t even try to stop the duel once Stede accepts! He doesn’t intervene, he just sits by and lets Izzy do his job, even though it hurts, because that’s what he’s always done.

It just makes me wonder even more about how many times this has happened between them… Like, I wouldn’t be surprised if this exact thing has happened before! Ed gets attached to people, he falls in too deep, and Izzy has to carry out the kill. And Ed goes back to being Blackbeard, and Izzy goes back to being his right hand man. Maybe Ed cries alone in his room, but Izzy just ignores it, and stands outside the door until he’s done. He tells everyone that the captain is fine, and protects his reputation, and stands in for Blackbeard, like he’s always done. (Just like he does in the finale).

Basically, what I’m saying, if you want to be really poetic; Izzy is the one who gets his hands bloody just so Ed can keep his (mostly) clean. That’s what Izzy Hands does, and that’s probably why Ed needs him and keeps him around!

Gosh, which is just making my brain go off the rails AGAIN because that’s probably why Izzy is so shocked when things change! When Ed refuses to kill Stede, and he just lets Izzy go. Izzy’s like, what the fuck! You need me! You can’t be Blackbeard without me! But that’s just the thing. Because Ed doesn’t want to be Blackbeard anymore. Leaving Blackbeard behind, and not killing anymore, means leaving Izzy behind. He doesn’t need him anymore, he doesn’t need this gritty evil guy to do his evil things for him, and Izzy can’t believe that. (And oh boy, I have a whole fucking thing in my head about Izzy wanting to be needed, but I’m trying really hard to keep that separate because this is already too long). Even in fucking Episode 9! After Ed has literally given him up by just letting him be banished from the Revenge, Izzy still comes back to him and expects Ed to accept him! Hell, he didn’t even need to go to Spanish Jackie’s, but he’s still trying to execute the plan! He’s so fucking deep in denial that Ed has changed! He arranges for Stede Bonnet to be dead, and he arranges to get Ed out, he even says to Ed that this is a quick, humane way to do it!!! Oh my god!! He’s still just offering to put down his dog!! He’s still just trying to make it easy for Ed! He’s not even considering the possibility that maybe Ed has moved on, because Izzy can’t move on, he is going to push until the last minute to make things go back to the way they are. But damn if he isn’t going to try to make it gentle for Ed.

Izzy Hands has fully accepted his role as Ed’s tool to kill, he gladly makes himself into a monster for him, to protect his soft little heart: But then Ed just… gives it up. So all of that was for nothing - all of the killing, all of the years protecting Ed’s reputation, this whole identity that Izzy has constructed around Blackbeard and serving as his right hand man. Ed can leave Izzy behind when he wants to, but Izzy is literally nothing without Blackbeard. He’s just an angry, bitter little man with lots and lots of blood on his hands.

#i wasn’t even gonna put that last bit in but I was literally talking about this with my mom AND SHE SAID THE EXACT SAME THING #SHE BROUGHT UP A LOT OF THE SAME POINTS I MENTIONED I LOVE HER LMAO #EVEN MADE CONNECTIONS TO ANOTHER MOVIE AND PULLED QUOTES SHE WAS SO SERIOUS ABOUT LETTING ME RAMBLE #izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd #our flag means death #besties this got so long and off topic…#i swear I was trying to focus #THIS ISNT EVEN THE META I WAS SPECIFICALLY THINKING AB WRITING EARLIER #I KINDA GOT INTO IT BUT THATS A WHOLE ‘NOTHER THING #anyways yes. talked ab this w my mom and she was so great #she reached like the same points about Izzy doing all that for nothing - Ed discarding Izzy when he discards the image of blackbeard -#also the idea of Izzy’s identity being so tied up with Blackbeard that he’s nothing without it #also!!! she added a helpful point that it’s kind of implied that Stede will die eventually just from being a bad pirate #which I wasn’t even thinking about but that rlly makes it make more sense why Ed and Izzy treat his death like something unavoidable #she also brought up the question of who Izzy was before he worked for Blackbeard and ‘what he sacrificed to become that person’#engaging in my Izzy meta… she’s the real one

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chewiedon · 3 years

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hello! could i maybe request a sort-of follow up to ur toxic traits genshin post? maybe something where g/n reader breaks up with them and they’re (genshin) miserable over it? would love to see!

aaaa ofc ofc !! i worked on this longer than i probably needed to lol. i couldn’t make all of them, so i just put the top three :D

DILUC

You had told him right after Angel’s Share had closed and the tavern was empty besides you two.

His first thought when you told him you wanted to end it was that it was a joke.

After a long conversation with him about it, the only emotion coursing through his veins was hot and burning rage.

You, breaking up with HIM? It’s the biggest insult to him and his ego and pride had taken a swan dive off of the summit.

He tried his best to be reasonable and not get violent, but as soon as you had raised your voice he backhanded you right across the cheek.

After the breakup he had assumed you’d come crawling back. But you didn’t.

Regrettably, he had threatened to blackmail you. Threatening to leak all your precious little secrets, however none of them were directly illegal. Just embarrassing, nothing that’ll get you into much trouble.

Somehow he went from threats to straight up obsession, taking whatever remnants he could find of you. If you drank out of a certain cup at his tavern, he’d drink from it too. Diluc’s obsessed with the idea of ‘indirectly kissing’ ever since the breakup.

_____

“You’re being delusional, (Y/N). You don’t want to leave, you just feel pressured to.” Diluc’s voice was low.

You huffed, in awe almost, “Delusional? No. You don’t know when to get off your high horse and I’m sick of it. I thought you might have a change in heart but you’re too stubborn to see mistakes, especially in yourself.”

You had tried your best to keep your voice level to a minimum, not wanting to yell at him. Diluc set his hands on to the counter, and after a brief moment of silence he slammed his fists on to the wooden surface making you jolt. You could hear the glass bottles around you almost begin to shatter at the sudden shake.

“You’re being unreasonable!” Diluc started, “I’ve done so much for you just to leave me high and dry… Am I just some wallet to you (Y/N)?”

Your heart rate began to race, hoping to the bottom of your heart he wouldn’t hurt you. Quickly, you stood up and walked towards the exit.

“No, I loved you. For a long time, but not enough to deal with your bullshit.”

KAEYA

Plays it cool, thinking it’s some kind of prank or something like that.

After a while, he starts to realize you’re being serious and something inside him snaps.

“I was just kidding, princess! You know that right? I’d never do anything to deliberately hurt you, I’m not like that!”

He refuses to let you go, even after you’ve ended the relationship he still tells people you two are still dating.

“(Y/N)’s just throwing a little tantrum, nothing serious.”

_____

You stormed into Kaeya’s office, slamming the door behind you. Kaeya was sitting on his desk, his left leg over his right skimming through a book that rested on his lap. His attention gliding over from the text to you, slowly.

“You’re a real fucking riot you know that? I told you I was sick of your shit and now you’re clinging on to me like a piece of gum on to the bottom of my shoe,” you hissed, malice laced in your tone, “Stop playing like I’m the bad guy, grow a pair and move on.”

Kaeya’s cocky tone sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you, “Baby, you know you can’t get rid of me just like that, right?” he demonstrated with a snap of his fingers. “It’s cute watching you try though-”

“Keep this shit up and I’m quitting, the knights have opened up more than enough opportunities for me. I stayed here because a part of me wanted to hang on to you, even though our relationship has ended.” You emphasized the last part.

A quick click of his tongue and his smirk faded.

“You know what I’m tired of? The miscommunication, I don’t think you understood when I said you were mine.”

A moment of silence before the clicking of his office door filled the walls.

“I’m not some toy you can choose when, and when you can't play with.”

Another loud slam from you as you had shut the door on the way out, with hopes you’d never have to step into that horrid room ever again.

ALBEDO

His work was precious to him, and you respected that as much as you could.

You only had so much patience, and each of his projects were running it thinner by the day.

Not to mention how much time he spent with Sucrose alone, and whenever you brought it up to him or Sucrose herself the both of them seemed speechless.

When he came back to Mondstadt briefly to go over some plans with Sucrose, and you had got Jean to squeeze in some time to have a small conversation with Albedo himself.

“Darling,” he said as he embraced you, his limbs seemingly tired, “I missed you so much, why are you here?”

After a careful explanation his face seemed unreadable, disbelief was all over his features. His eyes fell onto the floor while his throat swelled up.

You had to leave with a very heavy heart and an even heavier burden of guilt.

Albedo comes to your formerly shared home almost nightly, to grovel at your feet begging you to take him back. Spewing inaudible apologies.

_____

“I’m so sorry,” you shifted your body away, about to exit the knights’ headquarters.

“Wait!” Albedo’s voice echoed through the halls, stopping you in your tracks.

“Please don’t go, I’ll do anything but please don’t go… I can’t do any of this without you. I’ll work less, I’ll do anything for you, I promise-!” he tripped over his own feet, Sucrose rushing to his side.

“No! Don’t leave me! You’re all I have left-!” His cries were silenced at the quiet slam of the door closing.

Your figure disappearing from his view.

#diluc genshin impact #kaeya genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #diluc x reader #yandere diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #albedo genshin impact #reader insert #anime x reader #genshin impact

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artsyhobi · 3 years

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Cursed

Divine Gods!BTS x reader

series masterlist

Chapter one, Calico Cat.

characters: mortal!fem!reader, god of the moon!park jimin, god of the sun!jung hoseok, god of death and darkness!min yoongi, god of the four elements!kim namjoon, god of time!kim seokjin, god of nature and life!jeon jungkook, god of mischief!kim taehyung.

a/n: hello ! i hope you enjoy this first chapter, i actually took inspo from Goblin (which is a kdrama i absolutely loved ;;) and i'm sorry in advance for my poor writing, but english is not my first language ...

trigger warning: mentions of blood, violence and death, curse words.

tag-list: @greezenini, @fangirl125reader, @motherofbludgers

Min Yoongi sat on the throne, his legs elegantly crossed as he rested his forearms on the armrest. He slightly raised his left arm so that the tip of his index finger could lightly brush against his lower lip, his eyebrows mildly furrowed in a focused expression.

The black-haired man continued playing with his lip, then reached for something in the pocket of his silk pants and held the object in the palm of his hand: it was a vintage pocket watch entirely made out of gold, with a ruby located right at its center. The hands of the watch moved mechanically, producing a “tic” sound that resonated in his mind like an irritating echo.

Yoongi hated time. What was ironic, though, is that he had too much of it: he had an Eternity.

Yoongi glared at the antique object once more. A satisfied smirk appeared on the corner of his lips, depicting anything but an innocent smile. He stood up, adjusting his coat and grabbing his black bowler hat in a swift movement before taking some steps forward: as he walked, the dark throne room surrounding him became gradually more distant and, in a matter of seconds, the man was walking in the busy and snowy streets of Seoul. The snow crunched under the soles of his shoes, the snowflakes that landed on his coat immediately melted, and as he passed by, nobody seemed to notice his presence.

The street was crowded with people rushing to purchase the last Christmas presents, couples holding hands, and kids eating strawberry cotton candy. Disgusting, thought Yoongi as he curled his nose.

“One minute and thirty-three seconds.” He murmured to himself, turning into a deserted alley after checking the correct street name on a brick wall nearby. As he walked, the bright white snow became dirtier until there were just a few clusters of it on the side of the path. It started snowing heavier.

“Fifty-eight seconds.”

“I told you there were consequences!” A hoarse male voice shouted in the distance. Yoongi stopped hands into the pockets of his coat. “You’re a worthless bitch!”

There was a loud bang, followed by two others, and a feeble female voice asking for help. No one could hear her, and even if her cries reached someone’s ears, no one would help her since - according to Min Yoongi - humans were nothing but greedy mortal souls that enjoyed the sufferings of others. They were too occupied with spending their money on materialistic goods and developing toxic, violent, and possessive relationships. They were human beings but had no humanity left in their hearts.

He approached the poor woman laying on the ground, her hand resting on her stomach: blood was gushing out of her bullet wounds, dripping down in a pool of crimson absorbed by the snow. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered the same words over and over again, “Help me”.

He crouched down beside her and tilted his head, observing her like a detective inspected a victim. He knew that her time was up and that she was destined to die there, alone, desperately waiting for someone to find her.

“S-Sir…” She mumbled, some blood running down from the corner of her mouth. “P-please help me…” Her hand desperately clutched the hem of his coat, smearing it with her blood.

Yoongi sharply exhaled and rolled his eyes, turning his head to the side.

“Fancy seeing you follow me everywhere I go, Jungkook.” He stated, reluctantly standing up to face a man leaning against the brick wall, his arms crossed.

“Did you miss me?” Jungkook grinned.

He seemed almost like an angel since the clothes he wore were entirely white. His blond hair brushed against his shoulders, and a pair of long crystal earrings hung from his ears, sparkling as soon as they moved. Yoongi, on the contrary, was his polar opposite: his short wavy locks were as black as pitch, and although his eyes were a dull brown, they almost felt like looking into two holes, black as a night without stars.

“Seokjin sent me here to stop you from reaping her soul,” he affirmed, playing with the many rings he wore on his fingers, “It’s not her time yet.”

Yoongi scoffed, slightly amused at his statement. “Don’t you see the three holes on her stomach… Or do you need a magnifying glass? I am the one who decides if she dies today, not that Doctor Strange wannabe.” He took some steps toward him until his face was a few inches away from his, “I don’t take orders from a teenager.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, the slight grin disappeared. “These are not my orders but his, and you know you must obey him.” He lightly shoved Yoongi’s shoulder without interrupting eye contact with him, trying to remain calm. He kneeled beside the woman and caressed her hair, a sad smile depicted on his pink lips, while Yoongi stared angrily at the two.

“Don’t even think about it, Jungkook, her soul is already mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

“It is, you’re right.” The blond whispered and delicately put his hand on the woman’s chest. “But not now, Yoongi, you will have to wait.”

“Wait!?” Yoongi exclaimed in disbelief, and then frantically ran a hand through his black locks, “This has to be a joke, is Taehyung with you?”

“He is not,” He responded as a gleam of light formed under the palm of his hand, turning brighter by the second, “I haven’t seen him in ages.” This time his tone was lower, and his expression had darkened. Yoongi nodded, having no interest in knowing what had happened between the two friends.

“I suppose you won’t tell me why Seokjin wants to spare her life.”

“He just told me to stop you, nothing more.”

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. “Lies,” he snarled, “you are his little obedient puppy, Jungkook, we all know it.”

Jungkook inhaled the sharp, cold air and smiled as the woman opened her dark eyes. “I’m not here to fight, Yoongi, so you can insult me how much you want.” The blond took the now conscious woman into his arms and glared directly at his former friend. “But nothing will change the fact that you’re on your own now.”

Yoongi turned around, ready to argue back, but there was no trace of Jungkook.

The black-haired man remained still as he watched the empty spot, sighing, a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach.

20 years later

“Chung-Ae, we’ve already talked about this!” You groaned in annoyance, sinking your face into your Pikachu plushie. “I’m happy here!”

Chung-Ae sat on the counter, her arms supporting her as she gave you a stern look. You peeked, escaping the protection of your plushie, noticing that she wore purple lenses - although her stare was as scary as it had always been -.

“You’re a twenty-two-year-old living in an old house, with your three cats, and working in a cat-café.” She emphasized the “and” as if working in such a wonderful place was something to be ashamed of.

“That’s the best life!” You exclaimed as you sat comfortably on your sofa. “I mean, why would I need to move to Seul with a bunch of horny people when I could just spend the rest of my life in peace?”

Chung-Ae sighed loudly.

“They’re not just a bunch of horny people. They are my friends.”

You parted your lips to respond, wanting to remind her about the last party you both had attended, but she cut you off.

“Y/N, you live alone in such an abandoned area, it’s dangerous; it even takes you more than an hour to reach the café.” She slid down from the counter and sat next to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, I know that you’re attached to this place, but it doesn’t work for you anymore.”

She was right, you loved that place. Your grandparent’s house was located in the countryside, in a small rural village that was scarcely populated. The few young people remaining had started moving to bigger cities such as Seul or Busan, but not you. You adored waking up to the sound of birds chirping in the morning and the gurgling of the river. You got used to being alone, and you didn’t mind it. You couldn’t understand why Chung-Ae tried to force you to move with her, but she was rather determined, and you knew she was going to insist.

“Chung-Ae,” you reached for her hand and squeezed it delicately, a small smile forming on your lips. “You know I can’t leave, I promised my mother I would take care of this house.”

“You have to stop living in the past, Y/N.” She firmly stated. “This house is falling apart, and so is your life. Moving to Seul with me is your best option.”

Her eyes stared into yours for a few seconds, and you felt unreasonably guilty. You knew how much she cared about you, and you were constantly giving her “no” as answers. She retracted her hand, reaching for her purse right beside her, before standing up. “You still have time to think about it. You know that, right?” Her hand was on the doorknob.

Your mind wanted to decline her offer, but your heart told you otherwise, so you just nodded.

“Take care, Y/N.” And with that, she closed the door behind her, leaving you alone once again.

You finally took a deep breath running your palms down your face in an exasperated manner. Chung-Ae was your childhood friend, and she had always been by your side. You had met her in elementary school: she was popular amongst your class since her father was a renowned lawyer who worked for big celebrities, but you - on the other hand - weren’t as popular. You weren’t a social butterfly and preferred spending your time playing with the stray cats in your neighborhood.

You stood up and walked toward the kitchen, deciding to make yourself a homemade chicken noodle soup. You put the ingredients on the counter and started to chop the carrots into strings. As you were about to grab something, you heard a strange noise coming from outside: you reminisced Chung-Ae’s words and felt a shiver run through your spine, but you shook your head, mentally reassuring yourself that it must have been a wild animal.

You grabbed the celery from the fridge, deciding that you would drink some strawberry milk while waiting for the soup to cook. However, when you closed it, you were taken aback by a calico cat sitting on the floor, right in front of you. Your eyes were wide open in surprise since your three cats were all black, and you crouched down. “Hello, little one,” you gently smiled as you observed the little creature staring at you with a pair of light blue eyes, “I wonder how you got in…”

You inspected the room looking for any open windows but soon discovered you had closed everything. When you turned your gaze back to the cat, it was gone. Puzzled, you stood back up, massaging your temples. Am I hallucinating? You asked yourself before resuming your dish.

After literally devouring your delicious meal and doing the dishes, you headed to your room, where you found the windows wide open. You didn’t remember leaving them like that, but you also didn’t mind the fresh breeze coming from outside. It was a quiet night of July, and the moon was shining vividly in the sky, its brightness being the only source of light in the room. As you approached your bed, you couldn’t help but notice the shape of a cat on the window ledge, but when you came near, it had mysteriously vanished.

"Okay, Y/N, you're probably tired." You told yourself while sitting on the bed. As you laid down, feeling the freshness of your newly washed sheets, you heard another sound and then a chorus of meows coming from the living room. You sighed, reluctantly standing up, wearing a hoodie before walking down the stairs.

"What is it, guys, did you hurt yourselves?" You asked as your three black cats, Luna, Mars, and Pluto, continued meowing toward the front door. You groaned, "Alright, I will check."

You weren't ready for what you were about to see: you expected nothing but pitch darkness or that calico cat that was apparently haunting you now. But as you opened the wooden door, you froze on the spot at the sight of a man leaning his arm on the doorframe.

Because of the darkness, you could only see his silver hair reflecting the moonlight and a pair of light blue eyes staring at you in curiosity.

"Hello, little one."

#bts ot7 x reader #bts series #kim taehyung x reader #bts imagine #bts x reader #bts fanfic #park jimin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #kim namjoon x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jung hoseok x reader #min yoongi x reader

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lilith-of-rivia · 3 years

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Monster House

Trigger Warnings: Claustrophobia, mentions of self-hatred, self-degrading voice, panic/anxiety attack, mentions of blood and gore.

Summary: after Geralt lashes out at you and leaves you alone in a house, you have an anxiety attack/panic attack.

Word Count: 1,676

Paring: DAD!GeraltXFemaleMinorDAUGHTERReader

Request: Hello! Could you write one where the reader is Geralt's child surprise. Reader is in her teens and gets in trouble. Geralt is pissed and grounds her. Reader cannot leave the house. The reader has developing claustrophobia so no fresh air for a while eventually gets to her. Reader starts to have an anxiety attack but doesn't dare go outside for a quick breath of fresh air. Geralt comes home and tries to calm her down and stuff. Thank youuu!!! 🥺🥺🥺

@theichabbieclub

Thank you for the request, my dear, so sorry for the wait. Hope you like it?

“Geralt! You’re being unreasonable. I didn’t do anything wrong!!” You yelled. Your hair was a mess around your face. Dirt smeared all over with some blood that thankfully didn’t belong to you.

“Did nothing wrong??” Geralt’s face to you, now eye level. He had to bend down to be eye to eye with you. His eyes searched yours. You could see the anger, fear, and concern on his face. Something you had only ever seen, no one else got to see that.

He sighed heavily, his hands rubbing down his tired face. He was attempting to calm himself down, knowing he could sometimes be a bit too harsh with you.

“You deliberately left the house after me. You could’ve gotten killed.”

“-But I didn’t.” He sighed, grabbing your chin in his hand making you look at him.

You did leave the safety of the house, even when he said no. You wanted to come with him. It was only a pack of wolves. Nothing he couldn’t handle and you wanted to help, more than anything. You hated not being able to help him with anything, you could never do anything unless he was by your side. He or Jaskier. It made you feel like a burden.

“You’re right you didn’t. But you could’ve. You’re not to leave this house for three days. You stay in here, read the books Yen gave you. Unless I am by your side you do not step foot past that threshold. Do you understand me?” His voice was deep, stern, mean. You hated it when you got grounded. You sighed deeply, nodding in agreement.

“Good. I’m very disappointed in you Y/N.” He stood again, his back to you. Before you could say anything else he was out the door. You had half a mind to follow him but chose to listen to him. His lingering disappointment still thick in the hot air of the cramped house.

You walked to the corner of the small room, sitting down in the pile of blankets. You grabbed one of the herbal books Yennerfir gave to you and began reading. No matter how many times you reread the same paragraph about mugwort you couldn’t absorb the material. You were getting hotter and hotter, the hot summer sun now at its full peak at noon making the small cabin you were in getting hotter. You grabbed your water canteen and slugged it down. To your disappointment, Geralt had taken his own with him.

“This isn’t a house, it’s a shack. With walls enclosing it around me.” You huffed to yourself. Gathering your hair in your hands you tied it back, hoping it would help. But it did nothing. The room began to feel smaller, tighter. The air getting thicker.

Your mind wandered over Geralt’s words.

“He’s right. I’m such a disappointment. He should’ve left me years ago.” Your hot tears began to stream down your red cheeks. You put your hands on your face, holding it tightly, squeezing it as your eyes shut. You tried to not let these thoughts penetrate your head, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden to Geralt. He constantly had to do things for you. You never did anything for yourself even if you wanted to. No matter how hard you tried you always felt like you were only a burden on him.

Your breathing became ragged and harsh as you cowered into the corner. Your body trembled, the walls around you closing in around you as you watched the floor move up and down like a monster’s mouth.

“If you ever need me; scream my name, I’ll hear you.”

His voice echoed through your head as you moved to the window. You pushed the small glass panel open and sat below it feeling the very soft breeze that came through. Your throat felt like it was closing. Your body shaking more as you cried harder, the thoughts of Geralt not coming back for you.

“GERALT PLEASE COME BACK!!!” Your screams echoed off the walls of the house. Your head in your hands as you cried harder and harder, your throat beginning to hurt.

“Please...please...please...please come back Geralt.” Your head began to get heavy as you laid on the hard floor. The door of the house flew open, but you didn’t have the energy to open your eyes, but you knew it was him. His smell was all too familiar to you. His arms quickly grabbed your limp body pulling you into his chest, his hand quickly grabbed your chin making your face turn to him, your eyes still not opening. You couldn’t.

“Jesus Y/N, your burning up. Did you eat something bad??” His voice was full of panic, it made your heart hurt. All I ever do is cause you pain. Your thoughts were filling your small head, making it harder for you to stop crying.

“The house is eating me.” You crooked out. He quickly lifted you, carrying you quickly out of the house. The fresh air instantly made you take in a breath, your tears subsiding.

You could hear the splash of water as Geralt walked into the river near the cabin. He kneeled into the water, using his hand to cup cold water pouring it over your face.

“Open your mouth.” You did as he asked and drank the cold water from his hand. Your senses slowly started to return, your eyes opened and the bright sun made them burn. You slowly moved them around the running water. You could feel Gerlt’s fingers stroking your hair behind your ears as he completely sat in the water, no regard for his clothes. You locked eyes and gave him a weak smile.

“What happened?” His voice was softer than before, it was deep, comforting. Made you feel safe, even in the unsafe world you lived in.

“I feel like nothing but a burden...you never trust me to do anything on my own. It's like I’m a leach to you…” you couldn’t look at him, closing your eyes feeling the cold water rush into your back.

“You're not a leach, you're my kid. It's my job to protect you.” your eyes snapped back to his own. For years he never referred to you as his kid, or his daughter. At least not out loud. He treated you like his daughter. He was all you ever had when it came to parents, other than Yennefer.

His hand gently combed your hair from your face, sitting you up fully, your legs submerged in the cool rushing water.

“If something happened to you, if you died I wouldn’t be able to live in this world.” The smile that overtook your face made him roll his eyes playfully.

“You love me.” You cooed in a sing-song voice as you pointed your small finger at his face. He grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Of course I do, kid. I didn't have much meaning in life before I found you.” Your smile only grew as the big bad witcher gushed about his kid.

“Could you actually say it?” You asked, lifting your head slightly as he washed the dirt from his arms, you two slowly separating, leaving a foot between your bodies as you sat in the water.

“Say what?”

“That you love me. You've only ever said it once. But I don't think you meant to then.” Geralt eyebrows furrowed together.

“When?”

“A long time ago, you had gotten badly beaten by a group of banshees. Yen found you and brought you back with her. She had no one else to help, so I had to. I was barely eleven yet. It was scary, you were all… bloody, and cold. Your eyes were stuck open- corps like.” Your eyes were looking all over his body, and the earth around you. The story was never easy for you to remember, but you never forgot it.

“I honestly hate that I remember it so much, I remember watching Yen cry as she tried her best to stitch you back up. She just kept begging and pleading with ever god she thought was listening to her. It was horrible.” Geral's hand gently held yours, his finger softly stroking the back of your hand.

“I didn't forget it though. You woke up the next day, and I've never cried harder.” You said with a soft laugh.

“I hugged you, too tight and it hurt you. And I said I was sorry and I was just happy you didn't die. And you asked me why...I didn't know why you asked that stupid question. So I just said because I loved you. And you said it back. But you haven't sense. And honestly, if I'm your kid, you should say it more often. Because only telling me after you die really fucking sucks.” This time he laughed.

“I love you, Y/N. More than any father could ever love his child.” his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you held onto him, a smile ear to ear.

“I love you too, fuck face.” he groaned into your hair as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“I'm like this because of you.” You mumbled and he nodded his head, humming softly.

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