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owliellder · 8 months

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circling back to this finally!

i'm so sorry i wasn't able to do this sooner. i was gonna write it out yesterday but i was busy surviving a tummy ache on top of a 60 hour work week.

i tried to make this super duper sweet for you. forgive me, my sweet anon 💔

ID! Leon x Pregnant! Reader

MDNI 18+

Pregnancy was more than difficult.

Day in and out you hoped your pregnancy would be easy like your friends' had been, but of course you can't always get what you want.

Dealing with everything you didn't want to happen was more than frustrating, and for the first seven months, Leon was constantly being pulled away from you to work.

However, that man was incredibly helpful when he was home, doting on you as if you'd break at the slightest breeze. The most amazing person you could ever ask for.

Swollen ankles, strong food cravings, intense mood swings, horrible morning sickness which is not limited to just the morning, and the overall struggle to perform basic tasks was hard to handle, physically and emotionally. Everything would be so much better if you just had more of Leon.

Closing in on the eight-month mark, he was finally able to take leave, those months of stressing his need to be at home with you ultimately paying off in the end.

From there, you were taken care of. Everything you asked for, you got. You wanted a large pizza at three in the morning? No problem. Need help getting your socks on in the morning? You don't even need to ask. Can you get a back massage? Is that even a question?

You were never afraid to ask Leon for anything, expect for one thing. The need for this specific thing had been growing throughout your pregnancy and you weren't really expecting it to, hoping it would simply come and go. That thing that you were dreading bringing up to him was sex.

Understandably, it was a hard topic to approach, seeing as the man would treat you like expensive china. And no matter how many times he told you, that nagging voice in the back of your head was constantly whispering negative insults about yourself; you're overweight, you're too needy, you complain too much, etc.

Thinking about asking would always lead to you crying and that freaked Leon out, immediately rushing to make sure you were okay. That really only made you cry more. He was so unbelievably sweet and kind, how could you think so low of him to say no to such a simple request like sex?

You always refused to tell him why you were crying, brushing it off as hormones or maybe you just saw a video of the cutest kitten being rescued. You'd cried over similar things, so it was easy to excuse.

Though you'd been able to ignore the urge for quite some time, you couldn't ignore it forever.

The baby had you up at odd hours of the night to waddle into the bathroom, waking Leon in the process since the guy is the lightest sleeper ever. It never failed to make you cry, apologizing for waking him, to which he would just gently shush you while helping you to and from the toilet.

After one such bathroom trip, you couldn't fall back asleep, doing your best to ignore that feeling breaking away at your composure.

"Leon? Are you still awake?" You suddenly whispered, looking away from your phone to study him for any sort of movement.

"Mm.. mhm.." He breathed in through his nose as he rolled onto his side to face you, eyes squinting from the glow of your phone. "What's up baby?"

All you could do was stare, silently working up the courage to ask. Your need was too hard to ignore now, and that deep, sleepy voice of his wasn't helping. "I-... can I ask you for something?"

Leon nodded and slowly lifted himself up, resting his head in his hand as he propped himself up with his elbow. "You don't need to ask, just let me know what you need and I'll do it. Or get it."

"You have to promise me you won't laugh, okay?" You placed your phone down on your stomach, screen side down.

Leon pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow. "I promise."

"Is it-.." You paused, running one of your hands over the top of the other nervously. You didn't really think this far ahead, so forming the question was proving difficult. "Uh.. would it be weird if I asked for sex right now..?"

His soft laugh broke the silence and that only made you even more nervous. "You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I know, I know! I'm sorry, I just think you're funny." Leon lifted himself up so he was now sitting up next to you, scooting closer in the process. "It's not weird to ask." His voice remained low and smooth, which did help calm your nerves. If only a little.

"Are you sure it's not weird? Cause I've been having urges for months and-" You were cut off by his hand suddenly grabbing yours, stopping you from fidgeting. "You've been having urges for months? And you didn't tell me?"

The question itself was definitely not meant to come off as mean, but regardless it was bringing you close to tears, bottom lip quivering as you tried to apologize once more.

"No- hey, hey c'mon.. I would never say no to you, sweetheart." He brought his hand up to stroke you cheek, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.

"But-" You tried again only to be cut off again. "No buts. You're perfect, I love you, and I want you." He leaned over and kissed the tip of your nose before planting a tender kiss to your lips.

You gave Leon a weak smile before you let him take off your nightgown and lay you down, lifting up a bit so he could slip his pillow underneath you to cradle the small of your back. He triple checked that you were comfortable, running his hands along the swell of your belly.

Such tender touches, such sweet kisses. This man provided you with everything you could possibly want, how did you end up so lucky?

Your underwear hasn't fit you since month six and maternity underwear felt a little constricting, so you've been going without them for awhile. Leon definitely didn't mind that.

"Wanting sex for months and never asked..." He shook his head with another soft laugh, dragging his rough hands up your body to massage your swollen breasts which made you gasp. "I'll never be able to resist you."

He squeezed your breasts and pinched your nipples, letting out sounds akin to growls as he watched your milk-filled breasts leak at his ministrations. "Been wanting to play with these since you bought those pumps. Making me jealous of them."

His gravely voice was hitting all the right spots in your brain. "Leon.. please.." You whined, biting at your bottom lip in a poor attempt to hide your increased sensitivity.

"So pretty for me. Always so beautiful." He bent over you, careful of your stomach, to bring one of your nipples into his mouth. The vibration of his moan made you cry out, hands flying into his hair. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it, eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated.

Leon pulled off with a loud pop, swallowing with a sigh before moving over to your other nipple, repeating the process over. By the time he was done taking his fill of your milk, you were a crying, drooling mess. You gave up hiding your pitiful noises as soon as you started trying.

"Tastes so good.." Leon groaned, giving both of your nipples one last harsh suck before kissing his way down your stomach to your dripping pussy.

For a brief moment you were embarrassed at the fact that you hadn't shaved, you hadn't been able to since your stomach masked the view that you needed. Yet, he said nothing but the sweetest things as he stroked through your folds with his finger, bringing it into his mouth before quickly descending between your legs.

He groaned into your cunt, lapping at your entrance and clit like it was the last thing he'd ever do. You were soaked, he couldn't just pass up getting a good taste of you.

"Fuck! Leon- ah~!" You moaned as he sucked on your clit, making sure he paid extra attention to it. He sat back on his legs with a content sigh, giving your pussy a few extra rubs with his fingers before sinking the entirety of his middle finger into you. Before you knew it, he was stretching you with two. "Couldn't fuck you without giving this neglected pussy a little extra attention.."

He was so skillful with his fingers, stretching you out like it was an art, but you were desperate to have him deep in you, aching to your core. "N-no more-.. gah.. I need more.. please Leon..."

"Yeah? You need more?" Leon cooed, thrusting his fingers in you a few more times before slowly pulling them out. "Need my cock deep in that cunt?" Feeling him grind his dick against your slick folds was torture. He knew just how badly you needed it and he *still* decided to tease you.

"Yes! Please! God, please.." Your moan fell to a whimper as he carefully pushed the tip of his dick into you, pausing for a moment to rub the tops of your thighs as they trembled with your orgasm. "Poor thing, just feels that good huh?"

One of Leon's hands on your face brought you to open your eyes again. You didn't even realize you started crying until he wiped them from your temple. You could only nod, leaning your head against his hand as he sunk deeper into you.

Once he was flush against you, you both let out a sigh, sitting still so he could caress your body. His hands felt so good against your hot skin, eyes falling back closed as he massaged your breasts for a minute.

It wasn't long before he started to thrust into you, his slow place quickly frustrating you. "Faster, Leon- ngh~.. I-.. I'm not gonna break I promise!" You whined, panting in between words.

"You're perfect." Leon wasn't going to pass up a request like that, immediately beginning to pound your sloppy cunt once his hands settled on the barely visible divots from your hips. "Feel so good around me, baby~..."

You were incredibly sensitive from already having came once and his brutal pace was bringing you close to another. He knew just what angle to hit at and just what to say to get you right back to that edge.

You felt amazing with Leon taking care of you like this. Even as your body changed, he still made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

"That's it, ohhh, there ya go baby~.. Fuck that's hot.." Leon grunted as you came again, your walls clamping around him. He leaned back a bit to watch his cock disappear into your cunt as he neared his own high. "Gonna cum baby, shit, I'm gonna cum-" He spilled his seed deep inside you with a long, drawn out moan, gripping onto you tightly as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

After catching his breath, he let out an airy laugh, bending over to kiss right above your belly button before pulling out of you.

"I promised I would take care of you, didn't I?" He whispered against your skin, and you nodded with a small hum. "Right. So the next time you want me to fuck you, please don't be afraid to jump my bones."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh of your own, placing your arm over your eyes. If you knew pregnancy sex would be this good, you would've asked him ages ago.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hi, could you write a reader who’s not dating klaus but is jealous of how close cami has been getting to klaus and decides she is basically going to get klaus first and to prove to cami that he’s hers she plans for cami to walk in while she’s riding him

And I knew that he was mine

It was infuriating seeing them together.

Seeing how she flips her long blonde hair about and as she sits and listens to Klaus talk about his emotions.

Now it took me way too long to get Klaus to open up, and yet he just immediately tells her everything?

We had a much better relationship than him and her. I mean everyone knows it. Even his siblings have asked if we’re dating. Camille is simply a therapist.

However she seems to think a little differently.

To begin with we were civil and we both had our places in his life but then she started getting touchier…flirtatious and affectionate. And her glances at me were directed, she knew what she was doing.

I didn’t like that ugly feeling that bubbled inside me whenever she was near or someone mentioned her but I couldn’t stop it. It began to hurt more and more. I found myself being clingier to Klaus, not that he seemed to mind.

“Are you alright my love? You look upset?” He hummed as he put his hand to my cheek making me lean against it

“I was just thinking…nothing to worry about” i murmured as i nuzzled his hand

“Well since you have so much to think about perhaps you should sleep here? We have more than enough room, would you stay the night?”

And on what planet would I say no?

I was more than happy to agree, know I’m that Camille had yet to sleep at the Mikaelsons house. It was stupid of me to make everything about that but it was all i could think of.

I hadn’t have thought i could love someone the way I do Klaus and yet now I am fighting to prove he is mine even though he is not.

I craved him, his eyes on me, his hands on me, his words to me.

I would blush and smile, laugh and lean towards him but it wasn’t enough. She was still coming around.

Even when he started opening up to me, she was still his go to.

It was disheartening.

I found myself upset over it far too often, overthinking it and making myself cry. Accidentally in front of him once when he started talking about how great of a friend she was

“My love…what’s happened? Did i say something?” His arms were around me in an instant, his warmth surrounding me

“No I- I’m sorry i was just-“

“Thinking? Love, what’s going on inside your head?” He would ask softly, his hand holding the back of my head gently as I snuggled into him

“I don’t know” i whispered because it was just as confusing for me too.

“You know that I care for you my love, yes? I want you to be happy” he told me

“You make me happy” I mumbled

“And you make me happy too sweetheart”

He often held me rather close to him. There were even occasions when we fell asleep together, me in his lap or lead against his chest with his arms tightly around me so I wouldn’t leave him. Id even been in his bed a few times after lounging with him, waking up with his body pressed to mine, mine tucked to his perfectly.

Being with him so much was addicting, I never wanted to leave him.

So when I walked into his artroom to see him and Camille studying one of his drawings I felt my heart ache. Why did still need her?

I needed a way to make her leave him alone. To tell her once and for all that he was just mine.

It was much easier than I had thought. I had learnt that on the occasion he did see her it was a Tuesday afternoon.

So I made sure to get there late morning to see him.

His surprise was clear on his face but he also looked rather pleased.

“My love…did I miss your call?” He asked as he quickly approached me and kissed my cheek

“No i didn’t call, sorry, i just dropped by…are you busy?” I asked looking up at him through my lashes

“Of course not love, I’m never too busy for you. What were you thinking of doing today?” He murmured taking my hand

“Well…I thought maybe you could paint me? You’ve asked to before but we didn’t have time and well I don’t have much to do” i said with a smile seeing his face light up

“Oh what a wonderful idea, come my love, we will set it all up”

And he painted me over the next few hours. He had gone as far as unbuttoning my blouse to reveal my lace bra beneath- “your body is too beautiful to not add” he murmurs as his fingers skimmed my breasts and he opened the shirt with a lick of his lips.

I was already in little denim shorts so my legs were smooth and ready. He seemed to appreciate that as his hands glided over them “you are the perfect muse” he told me as he held the back of my knee gently and bent my leg as much as he thought necessary.

Once he had finished and showed me…well the room was a lot more tense.

I was basically stood in my underwear with how small my shorts were and my top was barely even on.

I was stood right infront of him, my eyes his art and his on me. His hands on my hips as his hot breath hit my neck

“Do you like it my love?” He asked, his voice much lower, deeper

“I love it” I whispered, reaching my hand out to trace it only for him to grab it and bring it back to his chest making me turn around to face him

“It’s wet” he murmured making me blush and nod my head

“Sorry”

“Nonsense…It’s only natural to want to touch” he uttered, i let out a little breath as i looked up at him. His hand cupped my face again as his adams-apple bobbed in his throat. His thumb traced my lips making me part them, letting his thumb into my mouth slightly and wrapping my lips back around it. I watched his eyes darken as I sucked it lightly, his hand pushed the back of my head as he let out a small groan

“That’s it love” he murmured, I let my eyes shut as I let out a whimper to stir him on. A quiet growl left his throat as he pulled his hand away and licked it clean himself, groaning again at my saliva.

His hand still held my head, pulling me straight to him to have our lips moving together.

I moaned into his mouth as his other hand wrapped around my waist to keep me to him. I smiled into the kiss and I could feel him doing the same. He pulled away shortly before coming back with wet open mouthed kisses to my mouth.

His hands pushed the blouse entirely off of me, his hands slipping up my back and to my bra and unclipping it. I let it fall off my arms to the ground between us, sighing as his hands and forearms covered my back. My bare breasts pressed to his clothed chest as he pushed me against the wall of his artroom. He pulled away after repeatedly kissing my lips, only the sounds of our mouths meeting each others bouncing off of the walls. He looked down at me with near black eyes, glancing between my lips and my exposed breasts. My face immediately flushed as i cleared my throat and moved my hands to cover myself

“No- no let me see” he muttered his hands grabbed mine, the exposure had my heart racing…embarrassment crawling up me because what if this was just a quick fuck for him?

I looked back to him, his hands held my breasts tenderly as his brows furrowed

“Klaus…” I muttered unsurely and his eyes quickly darted to mine. I was beginning to doubt my plan, what if it was awkward after? What if I was leading him straight to Cami?

“My love?” His hand was back on my face making me snap back to reality

“Yeah?” I whispered

“Do you want me to stop?”

I blinked at him “I- I don’t know” his face softened as he kissed my forehead

“You know i wouldn’t hurt you” he muttered, his hands brushing the hair out of my face

“I just…What does this mean?” I asked quietly and he smiled a little

“It means you’re mine” he stated, his lips pressed to mine lightly before i pulled away

“And you’re mine?” I questioned

“Of course, who else could I ever want?” He asked, his lips on mine again after, his hands moving down my back. “We don’t have to do anything else…I just want to kiss you” he murmured, pushing me against the wall again. I opened my legs enough to let his knee move between them, i let out a breath into his open mouth as my damp panties rubbed against my denim shorts with rubbed against his thigh. I looked up at him to see his eyes near gold as he watched my body grind against him. His eyes stayed there even after I tugged his henley off my hands explored his body.

Only when I let out a loud moan as the pleasure began to burn pleasurably did he look at my face. His hand moved to my ass and held me still making me let out a grunt and a sigh

“There is no possible way that the first orgasm of our relationship is going to be without me inside you” he murmured as he lifted me, my legs clinging to him

“Where are we going?” I asked as he headed towards the door

“My bed of course” he answered is a slightly questioning tone

“I want to do it here” i whispered and he rose a brow

“In my art room?”

“You can paint me after” i breathed, my lips just below his ear as i kissed the spot afterwards to send a shiver down his spine

“Oh” he uttered as i sucked his neck, his breathing a little heavier as I rolled my hips to his again.

I way put onto a large leather couch, his hands tearing my shorts from my body as he kicked his pants off.

“Here it is” he growled as he kissed down the valley of my breasts to my lower stomach. His tongue darted out quickly to touch the hood of my clit, the unexpectedly heat made my hips buck as a breathy moan spill from my mouth. He let out a long groan as he brought his face between my legs and gave a long lick

“Oh god” I whined, his tongue was hot and fast as it lapped, his hands rubbing along my thighs but not stopping my hips from thrusting upward. “Fuck Klaus you have to stop” I panted making him pull away and hover back over me

“Why?” He asked nearly panting himself

“Because I won’t be able to stop myself cumming and I also want you inside me for the first one” I murmured, my hand pulled him down by the back of his neck as he let out an animalistic sound.

“I want a taste after though” he whispered as his mouth pressed to mine making me moan, my legs wrapped tightly around him trying to pull him down

“Please Klaus” I begged and he hummed lowly. He looked between us as i felt his tip slide along and between my folds, my teeth sunk onto my lower lip. One hand held himself up and the other guided his cock. He played at my entrance for a moment, just pushing the head in and out a few times, i was propped up on my elbows watching with anticipation. His face was pulled into one of concentration as he slowly pushed further inside.

My mouth fell open as he just kept filling me, and when i felt full, I look back down to see part of him still outside of me. My walls strained to his size as I clenched around him, almost trying to push him out.

“You alright love?” He asked and i nodded

“Fuck…how…”

He let out a laugh at my reply before slowly drawing his hips back, pain coursed through me as my walls nearly convulsed. He pushed back in with a grunt

“God” he breathed as he looked at me, our eyes locking as his eyes lusted over further.

“Keep going” I muttered with a nod and he did so without question, his body moving away and toward mine a few more times, the pain slipping into pleasure the more he did so.

I could hear just how wet he had made me as he slowly thrust his hips, and when I looked between us again I found barely any of him was left out.

“Can I go faster?” He asked, his hands now either side of me as his hips rolled. I nodded

“Yeah…yeah go faster” I moaned between words feeling him everywhere. He did so soon enough, moving back and worth quicker by each thrust.

My lower abdomen tightened as he brushed past my spot, his hand gripped the arm of the couch above my head as he grunted. I could hear his skin meet mine as he fucked faster, much faster. He let out a throaty moan the more he went on, my body squeezed him tightly as my nails dug into the leather cushions

I distantly heard a door close making me look up at Klaus but he was lost in his state of pleasure, his eyes barely focusing on my face as he pounded into me roughly. I brought my hand up and pulled him down by his neck, his lips back on mine and his hand leaving the arm of the chair to cup my cheek giving me the leverage I needed to roll on top of him.

He grunted into my moan as I rode him, my thighs still tight around his hips as I moved up and down him. I pulled away with a drawn out moan, my hands moving to his chest to keep me up as my hips fucked his.

I panted as he moaned my name, his arm circled my waist pulling my closer, out skin slapping together as he thrust upward to meet my movements. I heard footsteps making me attach my lips back to his hastily, not that he seemed to mind as he groaned as kissed back hungrily.

The door made a quiet ‘creek’ making my eyes open and glance to see a very shocked Camille. I smiled into the kiss as my hips bucked faster, forcing a moaned version of my name to leave him again as i pulled away from the kiss and bounced along him as quick as i could.

I watched her run off with her hand over her mouth and her eyes full of hateful tears.

I looked down at him to see him looking incredibly messy in the hottest of ways. His hair was a state, lips swollen and a smudge of my lipstick coming from the corner, his eyes were like the darkest of storms and he breathed my name like a prayer.

The sight alone could’ve made me cum, let alone him being deep inside me and fucking my spot perfectly with his fingers gliding over my clit rhythmically. I felt myself let go around him, a silent scream leaving my lips as I fucked him through his release, his ropes of cum filling me beyond capacity and covering both of our legs.

I practically collapsed on top of him and he was quick to hug me to him. Both of us panting as we breathed shared air between us. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat as his hot breath fanned over my face, his hand tucking my surely unruly hair behind my ear before kissing my lips gently

“You have- no idea- how much- I needed that” he panted, i lead my head down on his boiling chest as I attempted to steady my breathing. “Believe me, when i tell you that i love you” he whispered and I subconsciously tightened around him, his hand fisting my hair in a response. “And by that- I assume you do to?” He asked and i nodded

“Always” i uttered

“And forever” he finished, his hand still detangling my hair. And I knew that he was mine

(Was sat watching the Kings coronation while writing this yesterday 😭)

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jeon-ify · 3 months

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that night- j. yunho : pt. 3

a/n: heyyyy girl did you miss me 😋 i know i know. after i reread the first 2 parts of this fic, im starting to feel like its already going NOWHERE. but!! i hope this part makes up for all the weirdness in the first couple of parts.

this chapter is a little short

warnings: mentions of self harm, mentions of sex (if you squint), drug use, swearing, use of the word ‘pookie’ only once, reader starts to second guess if she’s at fault

enjoy!

🤍🪩☁️

you watch your phone ding twice after you wipe your tears, processing the fact that yunho just walked into your apartment for the first time ever. you felt like none of it was real, that it was simply a blur that he came to your home, cried to you, kissed your forehead and promised he’d change.

yunho often kept his promise, thus leaving a feeling of confusion on your heart. you decide to ignore what your heart is telling you to do, and instead, listening to your brain:

you trusted him once before, and he fucked it up. don’t do that to yourself again, y/n

no matter how hard you try to ignore the messages on your phone from yunho’s support buddy, you can’t. what could mingi want at this hour?

y/n: hi, whats up?

*seen just now*

mingi.?: can i call you? i wanna talk to u ab smth rq

mingi.?: i stole ur number from yun

y/n: sure.?

as you respond to mingi, you wait a few seconds before mingi’s called ID pops up on your phone. the last thing you need right now is to talk about yunho— and if he calls for just that, you’d rather hang up and sit in silence as you literally haven’t even recovered from that entire show that just took place not even an hour ago.

“hello?” he speaks.

“hey, m-ming…mingi?” you try to pronounce his name, thinking you forgot his name, but he’s quick to confirm that you’d pronounced it right.

“yeah you said it right. how are you, y/n? how’s everything going?” you think he’s only starting small talk just to get to the topic of yunho.

“i could be better but for now i’m okay. how are you, mingi? what makes you call me at this hour?”

“if i’m being honest, i was going to ask you how you and yunho were putting up since i know he just got home from your place. he looked pretty fucked up, y/n.” you feel like he’s guilt tripping you, but you also feel like he’s part of the reason you got to see yunho tonight.

“we didn’t really talk much, he explained what happened that night and i know he regrets it— well, i like to believe he regrets it. plus, i really don’t know why it took him so long to reach out to me through san. because if he really wanted to reach out to me, he wouldn’t just send me pathetic ass texts and not have san call me.”

you and mingi both know that yunho’s texts were not pathetic. they— in fact— made your heart sink, and got you to seeing yunho, even though you didn’t want to be reminded of him, those texts are the reason you still saw him.

“i talked to him a couple years ago and we found each other at our lowest. we met at rehab— he was very much into popping pills and inflicting pain onto himself so i decided to help him out since we were going through the same thing. he had no place to stay, he sold his apartment because he owed that fucker san drug money. i took him into my apartment and i helped him build his credit score and save up to get his own place. he ended up buying a house bigger than mine. no matter what he does, he’s never really happy. i’ve known yunho long enough to know that he is not himself. listen, y/n. i’m not trying guilt trip you, but yunho really did love you. a lot of us do things we shouldn’t but that’s not an excuse. people fuck up, and you don’t have to forgive him, but give him the room to change in a way that shows how much he regrets doing that to you. i’m not saying you need to forgive him now or anything, but let your logic do it’s thing. goodnight, y/n. call me if anything changes.”

mingi hangs up the phone, leaving your head empty and full at the same time. so much happened today, and the last thing you needed was mingi unpacking everything to you.

yunho never mentioned that in his texts. since the both of you were together, yunho was too scared to touch a drug— that being part of the reason he never got along with san.

your pink nail polish is laid out on the floor in crumbles as you’ve picked it all off your nails. you think twice or three times over about how yunho was so broken over what he did to you. he’s the victim in his own story.

you are broken, but you didn’t feel like you were allowed to be hurt— though you have every right to be.

while you and yunho were together, you often refused sex when you got back from work, claiming that you were ‘too tired’ or ‘too busy’ to pay yunho any attention. you can’t remember the last date you had with yunho.

your thoughts cloud your brain as you slowly start to feel like you’re part of the reason he’d cheated on you.

“we hadn’t had sex in like 4 months so i started to believe it.”

“they said you don’t deserve someone like me.”

“they said you can’t handle me”

you walk over to your kitchen, grabbing your lighter and heading back to your balcony. as the night sky hugs your home, you start to mentally prepare yourself for the next few months. you’ve cancelled every lash booking you had for the next week and a half, not being in the right headspace for anything.

you pick up your phone, calling wooyoung.

“it’s 3 in the morning go back to sleep.” he groans. you caught him at the wrong time, hearing a female voice in the back moaning and breathing heavy.

“can you come over? i need you here.” you light your cigarette, the smoke clouding the air in front of you.

“i’m on my way.”

in almost 7 minutes, your best friend is sitting right by you, throwing the cigarette off the balcony. he notices how your nose and eyes are puffy from crying, how your gaze is absent. he puts his lazy hand around your shoulders, pulling you to lean on his own.

“i’m guessing it didn’t go well?” he asks, his baggy flannel smells like comfort, making your eyes well up in tears, in appreciation for your best friend.

“i’m sorry, wooyoung. i keep crying to you. i’m just so overwhelmed and so much shit is unfolding tonight, i just wanna run away from everything bro.” you sniffle into his chest, his hand rubbing on the small of your back.

“hey, it’s okay. it’s okay to cry. talk to me when you’re ready. i’m here to listen, babes.” he rubs and shushes you, as you relax against his hands.

“we talked about what happened that night and how it happened. he said he just didn’t feel like i wanted him anymore and because we didn’t have sex in like 4 months he started to believe what sara and maya were saying.”

“what were they saying?”

“they were saying shit like i didn’t deserve someone like him and that i was stupid to believe i could have someone like him. then when he left he kissed my forehead and walked out and that just was the cherry on top.”

“shit, y/n. i’m sorry.” he stops rubbing your back as you sit up facing him. he brings his hand up to wipe your tears and fix your hair.

“what else, babe?”

“then like an hour after he left, mingi texted me and when i saw it he asked to call. then i said yeah and called me and he told me how yunho was coping when we split. he said he got into drugs and started doing self harm and shit, he sold his apartment cus he owed san money for drugs and he had to get into rehab for it all. he told me how yunho regrets everything but i don’t know, woo. what do i do?” you breathe. you don’t wanna keep crying, but it’s all you can do.

“how’d you feel after the talk with yunho?” he questions.

“i don’t know. i just feel like i wanna give him room to change cus i feel like he would. but then again, he cheated once and he literally said he wanted to leave but i was holding him back from doing what he wanted. i feel like a burden on him even when we’re not together anymore. and i don’t wanna have to go through that again.”

“first of all, you’re the victim. i don’t know why mingi is making it seem like you’re to blame. second of all, i’m not gonna tell you what you should do. all i will say, is that you need hella time to figure it out. listen to your brain, y/n. not your heart. your heart will tell you to do things impulsively, it’s why your brain is up here, and your heart is right under it. your brain will lead you to do the most logical thing and what’s best for you. ’ll support you, no matter what choice you make. but please make the right one.” he kisses your temple, bringing you back to lean on him again.

“woo,”

“yes, y/n.”

“i don’t know what the fuck i’d do if i lost you.”

“you interrupted the best fuck of my life, but i forgive you. don’t let it happen again.”

you laugh, following wooyoung’s giggle.

“i love you pookie”

“i love you, y/n. do you want me to stay the night?” he watches the stars twinkle and dance, taking in the feeling of his best friend in need, and him being the only person who could make you feel at ease— something he would never take for granted.

“please.”

wooyoung giggles lightly as the both of you stand up to head to bed, falling asleep much easier than the night before.

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miguel-ohara-wifey · 9 months

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Hey! Wanted to say your writings amazing and Id like to request something for Hobie and Peter B Parker!(separately ofc!) If you dont want to do this you can ignore it. I thought it'd be a neat drama idea if both their S/Os were put in a situation where their getting the absolute s h i t kicked out of them. Why? Because they held Miguel off long enough for Miles to escape, which leads to S/O suffering Miguels rage. Knowing Miguel when he's M A D, their going to get their shit rocked 101%. What would be their reaction to having to witness that? And how would they intervene?

Dawww thank, and mmmm tasty tasty angst. Me like, I shall provide food

I had to go back(Drabble)

Hobie brown x Gender neutral!reader

Rating: Angst with a happy ending & Hurt comfort

Warning: violence, mention of stitching, medical stuff I truly don’t know what I’m talking about here just roll with it, multiple injury, blood, swearing

The black which edged your vision as you fended off Miguel closed in fully. Doing so the second Miguel had sunk his paralyzing venom into your blood stream. He effortlessly held you at the throat, slamming you against the furthest wall with a heavy throw. You didn’t feel any pain, but that didn’t stop the oncoming concussion.

You couldn’t stand by as Miguel tortured that sweet boy miles. Hobie felt the same too, but simply choose to leave the scene of infighting all together. But you couldn’t just leave.

Only by the salty taste of tears slipping through the crack in between your lips did you know you were crying. As a pool of blood cushioned the metal floor from the side of your head. Truly your heart itself had stopped but your mind remained somewhat inside your skull. You were somewhat grateful to be paralyzed, this is the worst injuries you’ve ever sustained. The bone cracking pain wouldn’t allow you to stay conscious. Even so, it was terrifying to be unable to move.

Laying awkwardly on the floor and all you could do under Miguel’s six foot grimace was breath. You saw the unfeeling calculation behind his eyes at what to do with you. During your fight it was all rage and yelling, the burn of adrenaline against each other. Now it’s a cold knife at your neck, with you at his total mercy.

Cutting through the silence, was an all too familiar boom of a guitar. Hobie drop kicked Miguel out from his portal, striking Spider-Man of 2099 across the room. Before Miguel could recover from the shock Hobie grabbed you from the floor. Leaping into the portal he just exited, once on the other side. He grinned at the leader of the spider society, tossing his gizmo through the rip in time and space with you in both of his arms.

“By the way I still quit.” Red ate away at Miguel’s eyes once again as he howled “HOBIE-“

Neither of you could hear the end of Miguel’s threat, cause the window between your worlds had already shut itself off. Now you’re back at Hobie’s place, the musk of his dirty underwear and East London filled your nostrils. The broken ceiling lights cast hobies home in a tender darkness. The moon light of early evening peaking through his only window. Shining against his lip and earning piercings. As your gaze was now rolled up to his. He smiled down at you, dropping his prized base on the floor. Doing so when it meant being able to gently place you on his couch.

Now your bleeding and broken form was cushioned by a faded greenish blue fabric. With some tears allowing the cotton to escape partially. Hobie despite not having much time to clean up or much money to find somewhere better. His presence alone made any room comfortable. You watched as he opened his fridge, taking out a blackish green vial.

He knelt down on the wooden floors beside your head, pushing the back of your scalp up to him. He explained,

“I made a cure for Miguel’s venom just in case, trust me this’ll work.” You blinked affirmatively as he softly placed the open edge of the vial onto your bottom lip. He tilted your head slightly higher, so a stream of the liquid would pour down your throat. He stopped once the glass was half empty, you coughed. Now able to feel your face.

A second later the pain hit you, suddenly as if Miguel was throwing you about all over again. Hobie noticed and grabbed a first aid kit shoved under the couch. His furniture was suddenly a hospital bed, as he kept himself kneeling. Going first to your left arm to stitch up his claw marks.

“Need anythin else love? Water? Tv? Ice?” You tilted your head towards him.

Using the speck of strength you had left in your body, to caress his chin. Your finger tips just grazing his lip piercing, saying.

“Just you hobie..” punctuated by a pained smile, your grin was meet with a broken expression from him. He relented as he gently sewed your slashed skin together, almost choking on the apology. “I’m so sorry love, I didn’t think…I should’ve…” you let him finish as he swallowed his pride and hurt conscience. “I was selfish just to leave. I should’ve gotten you too.” You admitted to being resentful of his quick exit. But you just played with the ends of his coiled hair, “It’s alright love, I forgive you…”

I’d never leave you(Drabble)

Peter P Parker x gender neutral!reader

Rating: Angst with no happy ending + hurt comfort

Warning: violence, blood, swearing

Miguel and you were in an equal tussle, you’ve received a few claw marks through your suit and skin. Bleeding out over the colors of your costume. As you managed to crack some of Miguel’s bones. Compelling him to limp and need a breather between throwing shit at you.

The spider HQ lobby was nearly on collapse by an hour of your fighting. Every single one of the side pillars have been cracked open. Debris huddled on the glass flooring bottoming the building. Creating more broken windows than miles did when he leapt out to escape Miguel. But you weren’t planning too in the slightest.

“You piece of shit!” Miguel screamed into your ear when he gained the upper hand. Pining you down by his forearms, kicking and pushing at him in futile efforts to break free.

You tried blocking his clawed strikes, managing to scrap your cheek a couple of times. But overall evading the fate of your face being ripped off by his talons. Soon a block of cement crashed through Miguel, hurtling him off of you. You doin a breather, unconsciously gazing up to see who had broken you free.

It was Peter, with an empty baby carrier still strapped to his chest. Swaddled underneath by his pink robe and bunny slippers, you’d never thought you’d be this relieved to see him walk out of the house like that.

“All this attention he was giving you I was starting to get jealous!” He joked with a nervous grin, he snaked your left arm around the brim of the top of his shoulders. “PETER-“ Miguel screeched as he tossed back that very makeshift wrecking ball back where you two meet.

Peter acted instantly and threw you both out into the air with his webslinging. Neither you dared to look back at Miguel chasing you. Peter fiddled in between a few moments of percussive maintenance, as in not pretentious terms smacking the object until it works. The portal appeared, in its pool of reflective hues you saw Miguel’s snarling visage back into your sight. Instinctively huddled yourself into Peter, feeling the shift of realities wash over you in the darkness of your silenced sight.

Then a New York breeze brushes your skin, opening your eyes back up. Half of your vision is taken up by Peter’s chest, the other saw his blueish white kitchen.

“Can you stand up?” You nodded as he gently introduced the bottoms of your feet to his kitchen floor. You were woozy from blood loss but nothing was broken, you hoped.

But you immediately stand yourself down on his dining room table. Removing sweat from your forehead after freeing your face from your mask.

“Want some coffee?” He inquired gently, with his signature deflecting smile. You shook your head, saying “No, I’ll take any tea ya have tho…” he scoffed, “In New York that’s blasphemy?!”

You laughed together, just to kill the unknowing silence that’ll inevitably divide you two. Peter’s too afraid to go against Miguel. Peter’s always been a peace keeper, he doesn’t fight when he doesn’t have to. You’re a warrior in that regard, hands will be thrown right when you see injustice. Your idea of what a spider person aught to be was different in that regard.

“I’m not going back Peter.” You concluded the laughter with an abrupt bluntness, topped by a somewhat guilt ridden smile “Well obviously you can’t go back now-“ you cut him off as the grin dissipated under your nose “No. The spider society shouldn’t exist, what we’ve done is wrong. What we were doing to miles is wrong. Cant you see that?!” You were conscious of the fact Mayday was likely asleep somewhere in the house. But raised your volume enough to get the point across.

He rubbed his eyes with his back to the edge of his kitchen counter. Unable to or not wanting to look at you.

“I understand but-“ you rose from your seat in a fury “Nothing to understand Peter. Never mind on that Tea, I’ll get some myself.” As your sentence wrapped up you made your way out of the room. Peter gently caressed his fingers around your arm. You cast his touch aside violently. “Don’t touch me.” You whispered in response, immediately leaving his apartment after.

#spiderverse #spiderverse Drabble #Drabble #Peter b Parker #Hobie Brown #hobie brown x reader #Peter b Parker x reader #Hobie Brown x reader #requested writing

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Valentine’s Day, A Flying Graysons One-Shot

The following is a sort of one shot that’s just decided to come up to me on this lovely Valentine’s Day which seems appropriate enough. I don’t feel there’s really much a plot present, this is just some family based fluff for funsies sake.

It’s dedicated to my good friends @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @theredheaded-stuff @sbd-laytall @starlightbelle @adalineozie @discowingneckline @celaenaeiln @sillymanwithocs @mothnem and many more.

If you can leave a like, but especially reblogs and replies to this one, it’ll be greatly appreciated. I will address any to all constructive criticism and comments.

With that out of the way, on with the show….

Two pairs of feet, one clad in slippers and the other small one without anything on, very lightly padded on the carpeting of the trailer right outside the main master bedroom. Within said bedroom, was lying the third member of their troop, their little performing, their small family; she was peacefully snoring underneath the blankets draped over her, her two feet, bare with the red nail polished toes pointing upwards, mostly perfectly still, and most peculiarly a cardboard ID tag like one can find in the most morbid of places hanging off her right big toe, poking out of one end while her dark red unbraided hair was uncovered at the other. The two figures outside the room, a father and his 9 year old son, are quite prepared for such a day like this. It’s not every single day when people close to each other, like their small little family, can give each other heart shaped gifts or any other sort with that message that carries within them. The message being of “You are a person that’s always there for my heart and I cherishe you in the unique way we do”.

With Dick Grayson’s hands carefully holding the wooden dinner tray, packed with a plate covered up by the microwave bowl and besides it some utensils, napkins underneath them, and a plastic glass filled to the top with orange juice, he can jump in excitement internally as doing so for reals can risk accidentally spill that carefully prepared breakfast his father John and him have spent the better part of this earlier morning making. John though can see the excitement in his son’s bright blue eyes, the eyes of his mother, which cannot help but make him sport a gentle smile on his face as he tends lightly ruffles his son’s jet black hair, his own, to calm him a bit.

As John carefully peaks inside the bedroom with his sleeping wife, he realizes it’s time to finally carry out this little ritual he had been planning since earlier in the week. The peaceful sight of his beloved Mary ‘dead’ asleep must unfortunately come an end sooner or later. That breakfast isn’t gonna stay warm forever and she can sleep in maybe later afterwards, given it was a day off for everybody at the Circus. As such, with a tiny gesture for Dick to keep quiet until John gives him the all clear, he steps into the bedroom by himself, gently as to not wake Mary up that rudely, at least not with such loud noise.

After making soft footfalls on his slippers to the bed itself, John briefly explores a particular question; how should he wake Mary up? He can try lightly shaking her shoulder, though he can recall the many times he tried, she’d simply roll onto her side and still sleep. Stroking a free hand on her hair is another certain option though not without its own drawback of potentially Mary just further pulling up her blanket to further cover herself and resume her deep sleep. Then there’s the tried and true method of opening the blinds to their bedroom.

No, no. That’ll be rude as John can muse as both Dick and him have went through on some nights. Now that one is off of the table. Which leaves really only one option. An option, John would usually save for more very special occasions including anniversaries and Mary’s birthday. But since given everything that Dick and him had prepared for this very day, might as well go for it, which he does slowly making his way to Mary’s two bare feet poking out of the blankets with that tag around her toe.

As for explaining the mere presence of a tag meant for the recently deceased which can be found in the medical examiner’s offices and mortuaries worldwide being found here in this mere simple trailer bedroom, Mary having her father’s side of her family a majority of cousins, uncles and aunties being a friendly macabre collection of medical examiner, morticians and even the occasional grave digger would do wonders for her own sense of humor. After all, what better proof of someone being ‘Dead Asleep’ than the tags often associated with the most sincerely dead. The fact Mary writes down so many details on her tag from her date of birth, location and ‘cause’ being ‘Tending to a Son Motherly-Induced Exhaustion’ makes John chuckle very lightly underneath his breath. After all, she calls out in her motherly ways Dick and his antics, risks and quirkiness in public yet here she is with a Medical Examiner’s ID tag which came from her modest collection of tags from macabre souvenir shops across the world in a dead sleep. But John ain’t got no time for such playful calling out his beloved’s hypocrisy, he’s got to instead playfully wake her up from her breakfast.

As such, with firm yet gentle grip on the tag in his hand, John very lightly moves it not off her toe but back and forth, making the string on Mary’s toe brush up on the stem and space between it and the index toe. Soon enough, John hears the exact reaction he was hoping for as Mary began to giggle from that light brushing of the string, rather loudly. At least now John has a confirmation for his hypothesis on where Dick got such a sensitivity in his feet from. After slightly going faster and continuing for another five minutes, Mary sits upright, the blanket falling off her beautiful face and laughing up a bit. His work done, John lets the tag go, still attached to the toe while Mary catches her breath.

Once she’s finally relaxed and to her almost immediately surprise, John delivers a loving kiss to her lips, which Mary responds by fully committing to it. The two look into each other’s eyes right after finishing said kiss. Somethings like age and experience changed between them over the years but that one spark, a spark of trust, a spark of respect, a spark of love was present in their eyes and they two cannot help but admire so much, as had the years before.

Finally after a minute, Mary breaks the silence between them “I’ll admit, John, that was probably the best way to wake up to today” she says with an all too bright and gentle smile that can melt the heart of any cold roustabout. John’s heart melted almost instantly with delivering another kiss this time to his wife’s cheek.

“At least that’s something we can agree on”, John agrees with a sort of proudness and joy in his voice. It was then Mary spots a certain brush of black hair hiding behind their bedroom door. The owner of that hair giggles in excitement, his time had come.

With that, Dick lightly kicks the door open, doing a small sideways flip on both sides and finally some backwards walking before finally arriving at the bed next to his parents, tray of food perfectly intact. Such a gesture earns a hearty laugh from John align with a hair ruffle and from Mary a big side hug.

“Hey, gotta bring some flare and style into getting you from breakfast, Mom” Dick says as he puts the tray down on Mary’s laps with an absolute confident and probably to an extent a show off ish tone to him. But at least he has some right in being a show off. Finally though, that tray on her and the microwave anti-splatter bowl covering her meal, Mary takes her chance to lift said bowl off.

Even though it seems way too early for it, Mary cannot help but get slightly watery in her eyes for what was in the plate; a stack of three blueberry hotcakes, covered with maple syrup and blue cake frosting, said frosting spelling out ‘Happy Valentine’s Day! From John and Dick’ then to the sides of them, a clump of appetizing potato hashbrowns and finally a modest serving of Vanilla Greek Yogurt. Clearly, their little early waking up this beautiful morning had proved being what exactly she can enjoy. It’s a surprise sure but a pleasant one.

A sentiment she shares as while careful not to spill her food, Mary reaches over to give her two boys the biggest hug and kisses to them imaginable. A big hug the two in turn give back to her without any words needed. John and Dick look at each other with bright smiles and big wink of their eyes.

Mission accomplished. Now, time to actually eat the food since for the kitchen itself…..let’s just say they both know what Mary would have them being cleaning up for most of their day off.

#dick grayson #mary grayson #john grayson #flying graysons #valentine's day #my posts #fanfic #sfw

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porryc · 1 year

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Detailed description of how old Gabriel Agreste is acording to show with leaks

In Episode 20, the date on Gabriel's real ID as “Gabi Grassette” is given is April 23, 19*5.

They didn't want to give an exact date because Thomas and other creators don’t like give exact dates for show so they blacked out the middle number, but the storyboards show the date as 1985.

But that can't explain it fully because anything not shown in the show is not real , So much can be extracted from storyboards

Here Gabriel definitely looks like a pre-teenager , probably 14-15 years old

But if we have to go based on the information given to us :

Thomas Astruc said in a comic-end interview that he wanted to publish a comic in which he wanted to tell about Gabriel's life as a teenager and how he met people like Emilie and Nathalie

So this means that Gabriel met Emilie when he was a teenager and in Episode 24 show what Gabriel looks like when he meets Emilie in Felix's story

He has wavy hair and wears a blazer, freed from his old punk look with purple mohawk and he’s big enough to have its own apartment

18-19 is still a teenage age, but you are entitled to have your own apartment and explains the case of Emilie, who came to Paris for "study" , Emilie may have come to Paris for college or for the last year of high school or as a some kind of exchange student

According to Felix's, Emilie found true love "Immediately ”when she came to Paris , they probably decided to be together for less than one year and they got married quickly in the story

Also, in Episode 22, we learned that Audrey and Andre are really old friends of this couple and that's they are the ones made the two of them come together even Gabriel sewed his first suit to Andre so he could feel more confident in expressing his feelings to the girl he liked : Audrey

When Audrey and Andre were not together, Gabriel and Emilie were together and even lived in the same house as a married couple according to Andre’s “Do you remember when we were young and penniless? You, Me and Emilie would make the world a better place from yours little attic” in Episode 22

In an episode of Season 4, we see Andre and Audrey celebrate their 20th anniversary , so they have been married for at least 20 years and we also know that Gabriel and Emilie have been married longer

In the Weredad episode, we learn that Tom will turn 40 from 39, and we find out that Sabine and Tom have been married for 20 years , This information makes him married at 19-20, as confirmed by his Wiki page

So according to the Miraculous universe there are lot of people were married at that young

But I think Gabriel must be older than Tom because he has gray hair.

Gabriel and Emilie met in the story, they got married right away which makes me think that they married between the ages of 18-20, when Gabriel should have met her "when he was a teenager"

Now we all know that Emilie is inferitle , Gabriel said “For so long…We thought we would never able to have a child,” in final episode

They were married for a very long time until they have Adrien : Which makes sense because they were poor when they got married.

Gabriel was the son of a fast-food business owner who didn't come from a wealthy family anyway, and Emilie, on the contrary, was the heiress of a old-money and noble British aristocratic family and she was a “Lady”

Her parents were furious that she was with a ordinary man like Gabriel who were not the extremly wealthy and powerful man we know at the time so her parents wanted her to end this relationship and they probably had a plan in their mind for her to have a arranged marriage with a powerful and rich man just like they would do to her twin sister Amelie

But she choose him and they married poor , I guess they didn't even have a wedding because Felix showed off his parents' marriage with a fancy wedding, but Emilie simply split her ring in half and put it on Gabriel

But then we saw them living in the mansion we know now so they are pretty rich enough have to afford a huge mansion next to the Eiffel and they still don’t have a child so they didn't have a child from their poor to ultra-rich times, confirming Gabriel's "Too long time"

Also we know they are married more longer than Andre&Audrey who is married for 20 years

Of course, we cannot interpret Gabriel's "Long Time" perception, maybe 5 or 10 years

So if we collect all this information :

He married Emilie when he was a teenager who could have his own apartment so thats make him 18-19 and there are couples who get married so young in the series and he supposed to fell for and married with Emilie after a short time she came to Paris

They didn't have children for long, and that was long enough to go from poor to a multi-rich life (So maybe 5-10 years)

They look grown-ups here and never look like the teenagers-to-adult types so probably 30

And we know that Adrien is 14-15 years old and they're going to make Adrien there

And this is a series set in 2014-2015

and Marinette and Kagami's birth dates are 2000 and 2001, and Marinette and Kagami are where he talks about the Chinese zodiac signs

This means that confirms Gabriel's date of birth in the storyboard and yes Gabriel was born in 1970 , because the date 1985 is the date of issue of that identity, not the date of birth

This makes Gabriel 44-45 years old and possibly married with Emilie since 25 years

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Oh no! I want the next part of Namjoon with his hybrid...😭

"There you go." The elderly woman says in broken english, as she sets down two cups of tea on the table. Namjoon is still completely out of it- unsure if this is some cruel bad joke from the universe to actually show him how much better you have it.

But it doesn't seem like that's quite what it is- because the woman is not your owner. The other hybrids aren't owned either. You've simply gone back to a care center- but across the border, far away from him. It's no surprise he never found you.

"How are you?" He asks after a while, and you seem rather timid in answering- rather holding onto your hot cup of tea to warm your hands, shifting a bit in your seat. He remembers you being a lot more comfortable with the to him unfamiliar woman, the caretaker cleaning up your knees and helping you, while he has to watch from the sidelines, unable to get any closer. You seem wary of him now- and in a way, he can understand that. He didn't expect you to come running into his arms first thing.

You stay quiet and just nod as an answer to his question, staying quiet and detached it seems. "I.. hope you know I'm sorry." He says, and you nod- though with a somber smile.

"It's okay." You answer. "At least.. the company made sure I was sent to a place where I could be happy after you gave up." You tell him, making him confused. "Although I don't really speak the language well.." You admit sheepishly.

"How- I never 'gave up'. What are you talking about?" He asks, and you look at him with a bit of suspicion now.

"You couldn't handle me anymore." You explain what the managers had told you back then. "It got too much- and that's fine, I know that hybrids can be a lot, and I-" You try and tell him, but he shakes his head, leaning forward with a desperate look on his face.

This hurts a lot more than just the fact that you were taken away. You were obviously lied to, you thought he had given you away with no regards for your feelings, as if you both didn't have something special. It's true that he had never had the chance to tell you that he adores you as more than just a simple hybrid or even friend- but still. To think that you must've thought he had no interest in you any longer, which couldn't be further from the truth.

"That's completely false." He tells you, trying to calm himself down. "I asked them if they could help me figure something out while I went on tour, just like I told you-" He explains. "-and they said they would simply pay for a care spot at Jeju's Hybrid health center. And I agreed! You know, because you enjoyed it so much there when you were recovering from pneumonia, remember?" he says, becoming a bit choked up as he watches you clearly remembering what he's talking about. "But when I came back, and I asked when I could pick you up-" He takes a deep breath, recollecting himself so he doesn't potentially scare you by getting so emotional. "-they simply told me 'never'. That was the answer I got." He tells you defeated.

You watch him for a moment, before you adjust your position on the chair again. The small kitchen space is empty apart from you both, a stark contrast to the usually busy life whenever it's meal time. You wouldn't say its a bad place to live- the caretaker is doing very well to provide the best care for everyone, but it's still not a home. It's just another spot to reside at until someone decides to take you with them. His story makes more sense than him simply giving you up for no reason- especially considering that you were just.. so sure that he really cared for you.

You also don't have to ask why he never searched for you, considering that you received a new ID after crossing the border, and that Namjoon possibly didn't even know where they had taken you.

"I'm sorry that they've done this to you. I'm sorry I didn't just.. think of something different." He sighs.

"There wasn't really anything different though." You shrug.

"There was." He shakes his head. "I could've.. Jungkook, he has a hybrid. He's bringing her to work every day, you know? He fought for her. Said he'd refuse to continue his career if they wouldn't have let him keep her." He chuckles. "I should've been like that."

"It was a different time though." You admit. "You were.. not as big as you were today." You remind him. "You didn't have that much freedom yet."

"Still." He states. "I should've tried harder." He emphasizes, looking down onto the table.

"…Joon.?" You ask, and he instantly looks up at that nickname, nodding. "Can I hug you?" You ask, and he clenches his jaw.

"That.. might not be a good idea." He tells you, watching with a painful heart how your ears droop down in disappointment. "I might just create more pain like this, considering that.. the situation we're in right now." He explains.

"So, we're not going home?" You ask, and he feels his heart clench. It must be intimidating to be in a country you don't even understand the language of, let alone know your way around.

"I can ask to have you swapped into a carecenter back in korea if you'd like." he asks, but you shake your head.

"No, I mean home as in-" You seem to become restless in your seat- something he remembers you doing often. "home with you. You're home." You tell him.

"Would you.. like to go home with me? Even after all of this?" He questions, and your eyes glaze over as you nod with unshed tears. And in that moment, he knows what he needs to do. He knows what's on the line, and he's not going to let it be ruined ever again.

So he opens his arms for you, inviting you to come back as he silently promises close to your ear, his hold tight and secure with you on his lap, tail slowly wagging. "Then I'll take you home. Promise."

#bts imagine #bts x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon x reader #ki #kim namjoon imagine #bts namjoon imagine #hybrid imagine

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tabithatwo · 8 months

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i have kindve a rant abt jackie that id like your thoughts on. whenever people write fics where jackie is like. wholly a dumbass it really irks me. like the most we see of her is in the wilderness, of course shes useless?? shes a normal person, she wasnt trained in survival tactics. theres another rant in there abt how she very much could have adapted but she was depressed and suicidal and i think thats mostly why shes useless, but thats a conversation for another time! but yeah. when shes just ditzy and shit in fics it really rubs me the wrong way. like i follow the hc that shes autistic, and specifically the kind where shes very socially aware but still sometimes fucks up a little. like how usually when shes mean she has no idea that it came off that way. i feel like people took that and twisted it to mean that shes some useless moron thats constantly oblivious and needs to be babied. i hope that made some sense? idk, im just curious if thats something other people have noticed and have a problem w or if im too personally offended by it lmao

Here is part 2 that anon sent separately!

Honestly anon fucking preach lol, that’s my thoughts on it!! I don’t think you phrased anything mean, I get the passion behind it comes from an important place! I tend to really bristle at any women being portrayed as stupid, even when it’s done in a cutesy (read: patronizing lol) manner.

NOW I can get behind a one liner joke like “aww she’s so stupid” about any of the yjs bc they ALL have their dumb moments, usually around EMOTIONAL intelligence! But I know what you’re talking about and I’ve seen it too—portraying her or describing her as likable but fucking dumber than a rock is honestly more annoying to me than the evil genius mastermind take most of the time.

It isn’t supported by anything we have of her character. There’s even a BIG point made with Shauna’s hallucination of her, where Shauna recognizes this sort of unfair impulse to jump to diminishing Jackie’s intelligence. I think that shauna simply feels like she needs one thing that’s just hers, one thing that she’s better at, and in her mind intelligence is the only option. But even she recognizes that’s bullshit. I think that yes shauna is framed as more book-smart than Jackie (honestly shauna is framed as the most book-smart, probably tied with Taissa) but we actually know very little of Jackie’s academic achievement, so it’s sort of up in the air.

But as far as day to day intelligence, I don’t think we’re meant to think Jackie is stupid. If anything, I think the lack of woods participation (which, as you said, is fucking depression and suicidality and fear) can be interpreted negatively as laziness, if one is inclined to interpret it negatively, or a fear of failure, more so than stupidity.

To each their own, I don’t think sort of notably off characterization is malicious unless the person is being cruel about it, but yeah I get annoyed and tend to click away lol and I do think there’s a lot lot lot of misogyny that infiltrates some popular jackie takes.

#yellowjackets #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #asks answered #jackieshauna

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thedirtybeanlife · 1 year

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Troubled Youth

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x CPTSD!Reader

(Platonic Soap x Reader if you squint)

Warnings: fem reader, brief mention of injury, talk of childhood trauma, reader has cptsd episode, cursing, non-sexual nudity

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Reader has a CPTSD episode and Simon is there to ground her.

*Please do not read if you are easily triggered*

Stay safe and enjoy <3

Today had been possibly the longest day ever. Nothing had gone right, not even at work or on the drive home. I woke up late, spilled coffee on myself, forgot my report papers, had to get gas, and my ID badge at work wouldn't scan to let me into the building which made me an extra ten minutes late. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I had made it through the day with only a million more inconveniences before my boss let me leave early, clearly seeing I wasn't performing as well as usual. The drive home was filled with rush hour traffic and the inability to find a good song to listen to.

Pulling up to the driveway, a smile formed on my face as I saw the beat up Chevy pickup on the cracked pavement of our driveway. He's finally home. Simon had been sent out with the rest of our team somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, meaning no contact for three months. Not even letters sent by mail or a quick pay phone visit. It’d been hard. Harder not knowing when he was coming back. If he was coming back at all, really. It was always a hard thing to do, let him go off into the dangers of the world like that. At any second a bullet could speed right through him and Soap and John would be the ones in my driveway instead. I was also a member of Task Force-141, but due to an injury out on the field I was put on leave for four months, and having to hear that my boyfriend died from people who are like family to me was not something I ever wanted to experience.

Thankfully, today the world decided to cut me some slack and bring my boyfriend home. I let out a long sigh as I turned the key over in the ignition, killing the engine. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headrest, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. After giving myself a look over in the visors mirror I got out of the car and locked it before approaching the front door. Just as I was about to reach up and turn the knob, the door swung open. In front of me was a grinning Simon who took one look at my face and immediately pulled me into his chest for a hug.

“Missed you so much, Love.” he whispered against the side of my head, his lips placing a few soft kisses to make sure I believed his words.

“Missed you too. Bad day.” I mumbled into his now crumpled shirt.

“Well, we can't have that, can we? Let’s get you inside. I’ll run you a bath and make us some tea after dinner and we can have a movie night.”

“No, I just want to sleep.” I whined, digging my head deeper into his chest.

His arms wrapped tighter around me as a chuckle reverberated through his chest, “Love, you need some food and a bath at least. It’ll make you feel better, promise. Then we can go to bed.”

For whatever reason his persistence was making me angry. I let out a huff and pulled away, bumping into his bulky frame to get through the doorway and walked over to our couch and threw myself onto it. I closed my eyes and started taking some deep breaths to help ground myself. Once again, I felt Simon come up in front of me.

“You're mad.” he stated simply, his voice sounding miles away as I could only think about how bad everything had gone today.

Not able to stop the intensity of the emotions I was feeling my head snapped up and I glared up at him, “Oh, I am? Wow, never would have guessed, Simon.” I rolled my eyes and went back to the position I was in, more anger radiating off me.

Seemingly taken off guard, having never seen me react like that before, he stayed quiet for a minute before trying again, “I just want to know what's got you feelin’ like this.”

“Bullshit! Nobody fucking cares about how I feel, Simon. I mean seriously, none of my family talks to me, I have no friends, I can't go back to my actual job for another month, and we’re away from each other for weeks at a time. I don't even know if you're alive half the time! It’s not fair.” I got up and went to walk away, but his words stopped me.

“I can't help it that we have important jobs, Y/N. It’s just how it is. We’ll work it out”. In hindsight, if I hadn't been so angry at the way today had gone, I probably would have heard the unbelievably apologetic tone in his voice, and never would have taken it the way I did.

“No, you know what? Fuck you Simon! You have no idea what it's like to have only one person in your life and you hardly get to see them because they're out in another country fighting some war the world doesn't even know about. I’m so scared everyday that Soap or Price are going to show up at our door or my office to give me your tags. I don't have anyone else in my life once your gone”, tears were now streaming down my face and I had managed to curl into myself on the couch and away from my boyfriend.

It was silent for a moment, but then he sighed loudly, which made me look up in fear as a response to how things would go in my childhood. I was met with the stone cold look on his face.

I showed emotion and I was going to pay for it.

That was the only thought running through my head as I looked into his eyes which looked more and more like my fathers by the second.

Simon was standing at his full height, my dads height, and staring down at me with such an intense gaze that it made my heart rate and breathing speed up. He took a step forward, and immediately I was overtaken with fear from the memories of my fathers wrath. Without a second thought, I looked up at him with fear and bolted off the couch and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and hiding in the shower. Shakily, I grabbed the lid to the tank of the toilet as a weapon in case I needed it. My breathing was quick and unsteady, nearly making me pass out, but that couldn't happen. I had to stay alert. I couldn't let the monster get me. Not again. Not after I had done everything I could to escape him.

My heart was beating in my ears and I felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage. My hands were shaking and the toilet lid kept slipping from how sweaty my palms had gotten. Cold chills were racking my body and the nausea refused to go away. I felt like I was suffocating.

A gentle, low, knock on the door made my head snap in its direction and raise my weapon even higher and more confident. I took a deep breath as I saw the knob slowly turn and the door be pushed open about an inch. A large black nail polish and ring covered hand pushed a journal and a goofy looking child's pen across the floor of the small bathroom. The door was slowly pulled closed, a quiet click sounding from the rings clacking against the metal knob.

That quiet click is what made me snap out of it. My father didn't wear rings or nail polish, this wasn't my childhood bathroom, and that was the man who I was never supposed to be scared of. The man I wasn’t scared of. I let out a shaky sob as I fell to the floor in realization of what just happened, and what I had said to Simon. I felt awful for even thinking like that. I took a few minutes to compose myself, blankly staring at my journal he had thoughtfully slid into the room. He knew me so well. More than I knew my self, honestly.

With a few more shaky deep breaths, I looked over at the door and called out, “Simon?” my voice was rough from the crying I had done throughout the day and the screaming on the ride home.

“Yes, Darling?” his voice was quiet hidden behind the door. I needed it beside me.

“Can you… You can come in now.” I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

I heard some shuffling before the door was opened. Simon slowly crept in, quiet as possible as he approached me. He crouched down to where I was sitting, toilet lid still tightly clutched in my hands with my knees to my chest.

“Why do you have the lid to our toilet, love?”

“It’s a weapon…”

“No weapons needed here. Can i have that to put back? I promise nobody is going to hurt you, Honey.”

Honey. I love when he calls me that.

Taking my silence as a yes, he delicately grabbed the cold, white porcelain from my hands and placed it on the ground next to him.

“Okay, good. Do you want to get out of the shower now?” his voice was soft, almost like he was talking to a small child. It was comforting. Safe. Very new as well.

I shook my head and started playing with the hem of my shirt as I tried to figure out what to say to him. My eyes shifted to meet his and it was quick to ease the buzzing in my ears. The familiarity of the way his nose was slightly crooked, and the way his lips always had a slight frown unless he was smiling or laughing. The stubble on his chin had grown since I last saw him, a beard now present on his face. How hadn't I noticed that earlier?

“I’m awful.” I whispered as I looked away, embarrassed by my reaction to him simply making a sound around me.

“No, we're not doing that. None of that, okay? I don't know what happened, or how today has gone for you, but I want you to listen to me. Nobody is mad at you, nobody is going to hurt you. I love you so, so, so much, and I want to help you. Please, Y/N, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel better. I’ll run you a bath and sit here with you. Then we can order some food. Maybe while we eat, we watch a movie, and you can tell me about how shitty today has been so you can turn your brain off and breathe. How’s that sound?"

Tears started welling in my eyes as he spoke. He was never good with words, but he had moments like these where he made my heart explode with the love I had for him.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

I nodded with a small smile. He let out a breath of relief and his hands slowly came up to cup my face and wipe my tears away. I melted under his touch, sinking forward until my forehead met his shoulder. His arms moved to wrap around my body, making every bad thing from today disappear. He leaned back and sat fully on the floor, pulling my body from the glass shower into his lap. My arms wrapped around his torso as my nose breathed in the comfort of his scent.

“I’m sorry I said ‘fuck you’, and that you don't know what it's like to not have people. You definitely do. Also for making you think I was scared of you. I promise I’m not. You’re the only person I’m not scared of.” I mumbled into his burning hot skin, relishing in the way it heated up the side of my face.

He once again grabbed the sides of my face and carefully moved me to look up at him,” I know PTSD when I see it. Don’t apologize for something that you have no control over. I understand.” his eyes had a look in them that made me really believe his words.

“I love you.” I yawned, trying to muzzle into him more than I already was.

“I love you too, but that doesn't mean you're skipping out on dinner and a bath. So, up we go.” he was quick to tighten his grip on me and lift us both up off the bathroom floor.

“But I’m tired and shaky now.” I frowned up at him.

He leaned down to give me a small peck on my nose, “That’s why I do all the work and you just sit there and look pretty.” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a small laugh which made his smirk turn into a large grin. He gave me another quick kiss on my lips before crouching back down to take off my socks and shoes. His thumb ran over the thin piece of tethered paracord wrapped around my ankle, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at the scar next to it.

“Soap that’s such a bad idea!” I laughed over the loud music.

“Oh, come on! We’re best friends now so we have to have friendship bracelets!” he laughed back just as hard.

Task Force 141 had just gone on an extremely difficult intel retrieval mission, all of us nearly dying towards the end of it. We were all at base safe thanks to Laswell calling in air support at just the right time when she noticed we hadn't checked in on comms as directed. Soap and I had gotten the worst of it, multiple bullet wounds and we had burns from being trapped in one of the burning buildings. We had quite a dramatic ‘my life is ending here's my dark secrets’ moment. Once we realized we weren't actually dying, we made an agreement to never speak of it again, shaking on it and working together to get out of the building with the help of the rest of our team on the other side.

Ever since then Soap and I have been joined at the hip. Even off base, much to Simon’s dismay. Soap knew about everything from my childhood. He was typically the person I went to when I felt like I was at a breaking point, knowing Simon shouldn't have to deal with my childhood trauma on top of his. Soap had begged me to tell my boyfriend, knowing he'd understand more than anyone, but I could never bring myself to do it.

“Your drunk ass is going to burn me.” I shook my head, a drunk smile plastered on my face.

Soap and I had gone to a bar a few blocks away from base, needing a drink after the shitshow of a mission Shepherd just sent us all on. The other three stayed back and worked on paperwork and ordered some food, telling us not to get too ‘dog pissed’, as Simon had put it. We were well into our sixth glass of alcohol by now, heavily intoxicated like we were instructed not to do.

“No I won’t! If I did, you’ve had worse so I know you'll be fine.” he joked, hinting at our earlier predicament.

I snorted at his drunk humor and stood up, placing a fifty on the counter and grabbing my jacket, “I hope the dollar tree is still open, asshat.” I stumbled past him and out into the night air, smiling up at the sky as I took in a breath.

Soap eventually stumbled his way out as well and we headed to the nearest dollar store to buy the materials we would need for our drunk sleepover activity. It took us about an hour to find everything we needed, the alcohol not helping us. The old cashier looked annoyed as she scanned our items and took Price’s stolen crumpled dollar bills, but it only made us laugh when we walked out of the store.

Using the least amount of stealth possible, we snuck into my room on base through the window to avoid the lectures from Price and Ghost, and of course the embarrassment from Gaz’s morning camera roll viewing. I managed to drop one of the bags, a pack of lighters, and Cheetos falling out of it. Soap laughed at me, making me throw the rest of the stuff at him, hitting him in the face with it.

“God you're an arse!”

“So are you!” I retaliated loudly, Soaps eyes widening as he realized how loud we were being.

We both made ourselves go silent before snorting and separating everything in piles that made sense to our intoxicated brains. It took us about thirty minutes to actually sit down and start measuring the rope around our ankles. Being less drunk than Soap, I was the one to use the knife to cut the paracord rope.

“If you burn me Johnny, God is the least of your worries.”

“What the bloody hell does that mean?” he looked up in fear.

I just smiled sweetly at him and motioned for him to continue. He nervously, and drunkenly, started burning the rope to make the pieces melted together and form a bond. In a matter of seconds, the flame met my ankle and burnt it, causing me to let out a small yelp and jerk it away from him. He looked up at me with fear in his eyes as my angry ones met his.

“Run.”

I quietly laughed as I recalled the memory,”Never trusting that fool again. Drunk or not.”

He stood back up, his fingers ghosting over my body until he reached the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His lips met my shoulder in a small kiss as his fingers reached around to unclasp my bra and let it fall over my arms and onto the floor with my shirt. Before Simon reached to unbuckle my pants he gave me one last look just to make sure I was okay with it. I smiled up at him, nodding my head slightly. He had never undressed me like this before. It was something I wanted to experience every time I showered from now on. The way his warm hands left goosebumps as they trailed down my bare skin and to the button of my pants. It was in no way sexual, but the feeling of the love that was radiating off of him was practically making me high.

He carefully pulled my pants and underwear down, lifting my feet from the floor one at a time to help me step out of them. After picking up my clothes and putting them in the hamper, he grabbed my robe from off the back of the door and held it up for me to step into, “I’ll start your bath, go pick out something to wear. Make sure it’s warm and comfo- what?”

He was cut off by my bottom lip jutting out and my eyes widening in disappointment,”But you always pick out the best stuff!” I pouted, fully giving into the treatment I was getting from him tonight.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” he teased, leaving the room for about a minute, coming back with clean pajamas and one of his hoodies.

I smiled at the thought of being able to wear it when he was done pampering me. Simon had me sit up on the counter while he prepared my bath, the temperature of the water and amount of bubble bath muscle memory by now. It took a few minutes, but when he was done and stood back, the steam rising in the air and the smell of lavender and vanilla was almost intoxicating and inviting as him. He reached his hand out for me to grab, which I did, using his arm to stabilize myself as as I stepped into the hot water. A long sigh of relief tore through my lips as I submerged the rest of my body, my eyes fluttering closed.

Seconds later, Simon's hand was dragging his fingers through my hair, using another to scoop water onto my hair to wet it. The way he moved his fingers through the strands of hair were a stark contrast to the way he used his hands on the field. It made it that much more domestic. Another thirty minutes was spent of Simon washing my hair and body before he had me get off and changed into the clothes he had picked out for me. He guided me out of the bathroom, hairbrush in hand as we walked down the hallway and into the living room. Calloused hands led my body to sit on the couch. Grabbing the remote to the tv, he pressed the power button and it turned on. A minute or two was spent of him scrolling through apps on the tv before he stopped on YouTube and opened it. Working at a pace only Simon could, he searched up Kipper and played the first full episode that popped up.

“Kipper? Why are we watching British Clifford at our age?” was all I asked, too baffled by his choice of entertainment.

Simon laughed, the sound warm and melodious. He set the remote down and attempted to run his fingers through my wet, tangled hair. My heart fluttered at the sound of it. It was rare getting to hear him let loose and laugh like that, especially when it was over something dumb I said. After his laughter died down he took a deep breath and looked down at me, lowering himself to place a kiss on my chapstick covered lips.

“It’s what I used to watch as a kid when things started gettin’ scary. Maybe it’ll help. Just watch fuckin’ British Clifford ‘n let me do your hair. Food will be here any minute.” he spoke, still chuckling at the phrase I used to describe his childhood tv show.

Simon and I had been dating for well over three years now, but with both of us struggling with forming relationships, we were only at the two month mark with our emotions. So hearing him confess something like this made my breath catch in my throat.

“Mine was F/S.” I mumbled, a large smile resting on my face as I watched the orange dog on the screen.

The rest of the evening was rather peaceful. Cartoons on the tv, stomachs full of cheap take out, and Simon refused to let go of me the entire time. He said it was to help me feel better, but I knew deep down he needed it just as much.

#simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty mw2 #fanfiction #xreader #call of duty #oneshot #mw2022 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #fanfic

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divorcedfiddleford · 5 months

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ok last thing i SWEAR im gonna shut up after this but i just wanted to post michael rianda's outline for the jack kerouac wendy episode that i mentioned. it definitely needed a lot of work but i do like it in concept. image ID/transcript below the cut (warning it's LONG)

[image 1 ID: a screenshot of a tweet from michael rianda. it reads: "I Found a Lost Wendy Episode of Gravity Falls! We were always trying to crack a Wendy episode. This was my favorite. I love the teenage feel of wanderlust + getting excited about reading "On the Road." I love the backstory and flaw. It didn't work but I always liked it." end image 1 ID.]

[image 2 ID: a screenshot of michael rianda's outline. from here i will simply transcribe what he has written, only fixing typos that interrupt screen readers.

Episode 3. Wendy's "On the Road" This is the first in a series I did where I wanted to get to know a character better, and I started with that desire, and followed it through.

Cold Open: A woman answers a phone at a Wal-Mart type superstore place. Wendy's on the other end with Dipper and Mabel. She asks to be transferred to extension 234. Extension 234 connects them to the stores loudspeaker speakerphone. Wendy starts making joke announcements over the loudspeaker: Wendy: "Clean up to aisle 6, customers seem to be projectile vomiting all over eachother." Mabel and Dipper are laughing hysterically. The woman can't hang up on Wendy so she calls the cops. Wendy's still going. Soos asks if she could get in trouble for it. Wendy brushes him off. Then the cops show up. Stan sees Wendy arrested and swells with pride- "she HAS been learning from me (quietly weeps) I'm so proud."

Act One: Open on Manly Dan... by his age it must be the past- he teaches his boys to chop wood and they're all struggling. A huge tree drops in the distance. When the dust clears... it's little Wendy. He tells her to climb aboard his shoulders my little axechild! They happily gallop off. They love each other. It's very sweet. Cut to present day: A confrontational Manly Dan is bawling Wendy out for getting in trouble for the prank phone call. He tells her not to be so impulsive and do the first thing that pops into her head. Wendy insists Manly Dan is the most impulsive person she knows, besides the cops left her off with a warning. She brushes it off by saying she has to go to work.

B story. (Not sure what)

Wendy's reading On the Road at work. She's getting progressively more pumped about this book. Mabel asks what it's about. She explains it all and the kids are pumped. They're swept up in this romanticized teenage vision of hitchhiking on the open road. Stan has to leave for some secret portal reason and Wendy's like: "Let's do this right now!" (Secretly she just doesn't want to go home and deal with her dad.) "Let's do it let's just hitch hike. Leave town! Start a new life! Like Jack Kerouac!" Mabel is enamored.

End image 2 ID.]

[Image 3 ID: picking up from the transcript of the previous image:

Soos is wary of leaving the shop at first. But Wendy talks them into it. A couple of her friends come. Lee, Nate, Thompson, and Tambry. They get on the road and are immediately having fun. Things are looking up. Soos is worried. Wendy: "Easy Soos, we're in Oregon... it's just going to be a bunch of nice hippies..." Cut to a terrifying crazy red eyed driver without a face driving towards them. Act break.

Act Two: Wendy and Co are having fun just like you should on a road trip/vagabond adventure. They're stopping at mini-marts and getting lame snow globes- and making fun of them. Things are looking good. It's like a road movie. They all relate to each other about problems with their parents. Wendy doesn't say much but she has a flashback to her and her dad drifting apart.

Stan B Story.

The scary faceless driver comes by and offers them a ride. (they can't see his ghoulish faceless self) Wendy immediately says yes before anyone else can decide. People are like "I don't want to go hitch-hiking." "Wendy: It'll be fine! Come on- this is the adventure of our lives. People in those stories never said, no I'm scared." She makes them all go in. It's creepy and tense in the car. Eventually the guy reveals himself to be a horrifying ghoul face and locks the doors. They all go screaming into the distance.

Act Three: He takes them to the "End of the Road" Diner. Or you hang a lampshade on it and have it be Bob's Big Boy but with a David Lynch head on the outside. There are other people that get taken there and stay forever and are sort of these lost souls that are stuck there. From all different eras. It's like this terrifying Lynch-ian dark version of an idyllic road trip stop. Basically it's a Lynch parody fest with Soos and Mabel. Like these little creepy old couple are walking in fast motion out of a wall and Soos is pushing them back in. "Whadda you doin grandma and grandpa... get outta that mouse hole. Get back in that mouse hole you goofs." (Probably too insane) Anyway, everyone wants them to have "the special" and after you eat the special, you stay there forever. Wendy's really guilty that all this is her fault.

End image 3 ID.]

[Image 4 ID: the last of the transcript:

Wendy wants to impulsively react, but remembers her dad. She thinks carefully what to do and comes up with a plan- and chops down a tree on the driver. They all come home- relieved to be back in Gravity Falls, and her dad is chopping wood in the back- he's still mad at Wendy.

Wendy: Hey... Dad? Manly Dan: (grunts) Wendy: Can I chop some wood with you? Manly Dan just nods and waves her off. They fell the tree. Manly Dan: Haha! That's my little axechild! Wendy smiles and keeps chopping.

Something like that- obviously a lot of variables to be figured out- but I love the teenage feeling of this and love that it gives Wendy a story and a flaw. Still needs work to make her better but it's a start.

End image ID.]

#gravity falls #tales of the wild zeep #like it's not perfect but it's at least SOMETHING. god #anyway going to be bitter forever that this couldve been our road trip episode and instead we got fucking roadside attraction #also... dan calling her 'my little axechild'... trans wendy is so fucking real you guys #if i had a nickel for every time a linda cardinelli character went hitchhiking because jack kerouac did it and she thought it was cool...#...i'd have one nickel. which is a shame because if they made this episode i could've had two

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heliianth · 5 months

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actually bc im never gonna shut up abt it while im still on this im gonna ramble abt botw and totk and maybe how i wouldve written a sequel . & i will pay u money to listen i promise

my favoritest of totks ideas are what it expands from botw. botws whole atmosphere is drowned in quiet mourning. something bad has happened but it was a long time ago. it still hurts but theres nothing to be done now but move forward. something is still missing but all you can do is find something else. nobody has resources to rebuild and you can hear deafening echoes of better times but the alternative is giving up. you are in this frozen state of not quite moving on and not quite in despair. like the numbness stage of grief. and the pivotal element of all of that is that link is alone. like, oppressively alone. its the primary vehicle of conveying this mood. and its interesting because this can be read not only as what link is experiencing through the player but what zelda is feeling as she holds back ganon. its an interesting contrast to have zelda mature faster than link in the flashbacks, only for link to pull her the rest of the way by growing himself

and the reason why i so strongly adore the light dragon aspect of the plot is because it shows how attached to everything zelda has gotten. arguably, zelda held back ganon in botw because she loved link. in totk, she becomes the light dragon because she loves hyrule, which had previously been so unimaginably cruel to her. the crux of her character is learning that attachment is good. loving is good. you deserve to leave an imprint on the world in a shape of Your choosing instead of being another factory print on a paper. on a surface level, shes making the same choice, but the motivation and growth behind it is really powerful

i could waffle for literally ever about all that and the point is that totk takes these ideas and implements them really well through in-game worldbuilding and specifically zelda turning into the light dragon. i would occasionally get extremely emotional just seeing how things have expanded because it feels like the world is finally moving on. theres a catharsis in seeing hyrule finally heal after knowing its desolation so intimately, especially because the state of the land itself is such a strong parallel to the arcs of the two main characters, so you get the sense that not only can people move on, link and zelda specifically have started to as well. thats my favorite part

thats why i think its an odd choice that they decided on a time travel plot. if zelda HAS to be the one getting saved, if she cant be a companion in some way either via sheikah facetime or spirit tracks shenanigans or whatever, there are lots of ways to do this without her being magic fruit snacked ten bajillion years into the past. why spend all this effort intertwining her and link with the land, only to remove her from the equation and have no further growth? in botw its understandable that hyrule is stagnant and only changes when link does because zelda is stagnant and link is doing the one changing during the game. in totk its the opposite. there are lots of ways to do this with out Having to play as zelda (though honestly that would be the way id go about it)

also a lot of my own ideas have to do with the wasted potential of a place like the depths???? what the hell do you mean theres this mind bogglingly big cavern underneath the entirety of hyrule which mysterious people used to live in and it has almost no story relevance beside being a cool setpiece???????? I FEEL INSANE?!?!??!?!? there are so many good ideas in totk that never get expanded dude FUCK

i think no matter how much i speculate and draft my own preferences of how i wouldve liked totk to elaborate on the things it introduces i cant ever bring myself to present them like they couldve realistically happened and gotten thru the nintendo writing room simply bc of the games format. if it were up to me doing certain story missions would radically change the open world as events happened in real time and thats not the MO of the game's design philosophy. honestly totk's biggest enemy is the memory system and i need to kill it with fire

#for all im talking abt it i dont actually know how i would implement the light dragon twist in my own version of the story #in a way that would preserve that surge of emotion u get upon realizing who she is and get rid of the needlessly convoluted time travel #my first thought is that it happens in the depths and the connection is disguised by red herrings #and similarly to the light dragon breaking the cloud barrier it breaks areas of the depths open #so theres prophecies and literature about the light dragon or whatever down there that leads the player to believe that shes just-#-like farosh naydra and dinraal. that the depths is just where she hangs out #and she doesnt have a unique name like them because of a language barrier #heliichats #tloz

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what is 'pedestalling'?

the origins of narcissism and in its more severe case, narcissistic personality disorder, have been widely discussed for a long time. while kohut and kernberg presented us a model of a vulnerable self behind a gradiose facade, brummelman updated it with his origins of narcissism in children study - proving that parental and social overvaluation enforces narcissistic traits at young age.

now what does that mean? does giving your child too much praise create a pathological narcissist? what actually entails "overvaluation"?

there is a fine line between compliments and pedestalling which often isnt obvious to the ones who utilize it. simply said, any situation that looks like this can be considered a form of overvaluation:

(ID: sketch of two stickmen, one is standing on a little pedestal, while the other stands on a much higher pedestal saying "im the best!")

the most important aspect here is the hierarchy and worth imbalance between the two stickmen. one is put on a pedestal above the other, hence the word pedestalling. it is a comparative measure, ones worth can only exist through the others lack of it and vice versa. the act of pedestalling always creates such a scenario and the vast majority of people have been through such experiences themselves, narcissist or not. in contrast, a genuine compliment directly adresses ones good qualities without comparison.

for better understanding, here is a common example relatable to all creators out there:

compliment: "your art is amazing! i love your usage of colors!" pedestalling: "your art is genius. i could never draw something like this."

notice how the latter is creating a comparative situation between the creator and themselves. by putting themselves below the creator, they also overvalue them - and paint an untouchable image of them. most people find such comments insufferable for good reason, someone with a personality disorder however might be dependent on such hierarchial situations and identifies with them.

while this example was a light and common scenario, as with everything in the world: the dosis makes the poison.

when pedestalling gets harmful

to create a personality disorder, the situation has to escalate to a traumatic degree, often also paired with other emotional issues. such situations may include: uncontrolled childhood fame, being the extension of another family members narcissism, academic or other highly competitive environments, growing up as a gifted child, abusive/stressful familiar or social rivalries, having a disability (especially related to the savant image), and many more. situations like these enforce the development of narcissistic traits/make one more likely to develop a personality disorder, but of course dont guarantee it.

all of these share the same key aspect: being put on a pedestal. experiencing situations like these over and over again to the point of them shaping all of your interactions with others and in crucial developmental phases can easily lead you down the pathological road. children who get overvalued by their environment develop their self esteem around being superior to their peers instead of a healthy perspective that acknowledges their and others strengths and weaknesses in an equal manner.

how to avoid casual pedestalling

the act of overvaluing someone can have a lot of reasons. this can range from forms of ableism, over systematic competitive structures, to idealization and projection, and on and on. explaining all that goes beyond the scope, so i will get back to my inital example above.

"your art is genius. i could never draw something like this."

pedestalling other people is often a defense mechanism to protect ones self esteem. it comes from a place of low self worth: the others achievements seem superior, ungraspable to oneself. it is a depressive-resignative perspective to a percieved threat and the ensuing feelings of insecurity and jealousy. by putting the other on a pedestal and painting them as "not one of their own" (calling them a genius, savant, naturally talented or similar terms referring to an intrinsic otherness), they are exiled from competition and no longer serve as a threat. additionally the comment may act as a form of comfort-seeking. if you deal with a low self worth it is important to recognize such defenses in yourself to not accidentally harm others on the go.

on the flipside, its important for the pedestalled to draw boundaries around such behavior and to not identify with the others defenses too much. while getting painted as intrinsically superior is flattering, there is still an alienating message underneath. forced hierarchial situations like these can be adressed with the other and put to a halt.

outlook and social taboo

many concepts surrounding narcissism (pathological or not) are still considered a social taboo. addressing narcissistic traits in yourself and with others can be seen as arrogant, entitled or whiny. they are however a normal part of human psychology and embed in everyones brains and behavior to a different degree. if you have suffered under overvaluation, its worthy to be acknowledged and treated much like every other issue.

#everyone may reblog and relate to this btw #i drew this image on my trackpad with ms paint i felt like a professor drawing on the board going soo im not an artist...#npd #narcissistic personality disorder #cluster b #actuallynpd #mental health

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