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strawbeerossi · 9 months

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Warmth

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When you end up leaving your winter clothes at home before leaving for a case in Alaska, you’re convinced you’re gonna freeze to death. Thank god for Aaron.

Content Warnings/Other: Course language, case matter (nothing specific), tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, little bit of awkwardness, a nice cuddle session in the end for the ole razzle dazzle

Word Count: 1.7K

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Fulfilling a request for my beloved @cr1minalskies, I hope you enjoy sweetie. 💐 I did change a few things up, however I still think I captured what you were looking for!

A/N: Also it’s my first gender neutral fic! I’m gonna try and do more Gn!reader and male!reader fics as well to branch out from my typical fem!reader

PS: This wasn't proofread, I just let my heart guide my fingers in writing this. Sorry if it's rough

How did you manage to forget a jacket? You knew that you were going to Alaska for a case and you knew damn well that the weather conditions would call for temperatures cold enough to turn you into an ice pop. It should’ve been something that was triple checked for; a jacket, a beanie, a sweater, a scarf, mittens, anything to combat the freezing temps.

Instead, here you were, arms pulled into your shirt as your bare arms were hugging your torso, trying to use your own body heat to bring warmth to your limbs.

Aaron had quizzed you on what you packed in your go-bag the previous night when you were being called in to go over the case at hand. You were confident to say that you were all set and packed enough warm garments to keep you toasty for a month straight.

What a big liar you were. It wasn’t that you purposefully chose to be freezing to the point where you felt your fingers were going to fall off, you just managed to grab the wrong bag out of your closet.

You strived yourself on having one bag for warmer weather and one for colder weather that you claimed to have labeled and ready for any last minute cases.

Weren’t you surprised when you pulled out a pair of shorts this morning, which ultimately led to you throwing every article of clothing out of their rightful spots in search of your sweater.

The end was near, that was all you knew. This weather wasn’t easy, especially due to it being mid-December. There was fresh snow blanketing the grass, the impending snowfall giving a harsher chill to the air.

You always thought that you’d be taken out by an unsub in the line of duty, an honorable death that had meaning.. What cruel fate to know that it was going to end with you being a popsicle instead.

With a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were currently standing in the middle of the police precinct. You fiercely denied any kind of jacket from your work colleagues, even if Derek was trying to force his coat on you to cease the incessant chattering of your teeth.

Last thing you needed was for them to be frozen just because they were hellbent on helping you. That would just leave plenty of guilt on your end.

Aaron had taken notice of you earlier in the day though, his eyes fixated on your chattering teeth, blue lips, and rosy cheeks. You were freezing, so bad that you were shaking in your boots and yet you kept refusing jackets, even Spencer’s purple scarf that he’d never share under any other circumstances.

He’d finally had enough though when your nose was almost as red as Rudolph’s.

“As useful as you’d be navigating us through a winter storm,” Aaron began, a play on the old reindeer tale as he was taking off his puffer jacket and placing it on your shoulders. Unlike the others though, he held the coat in place while you tried fighting him on it.

“Please take it. I don’t need an agent in the hospital with pneumonia.” He stated in a simple tone. He may have had a hard exterior with a tough demeanor, however he wasn’t heartless and about to let anyone freeze.

However with the harsh cold outside, it was his turn to shiver. He knew he couldn’t go for a few days without a jacket, especially knowing this case could last days, maybe even a week because of how deep this damn lead was buried.

So, he’d managed to slip away in the middle of the day, en route to one of the shops in town where he could get a jacket. However, this jacket was for himself. As much as he loved his thick jacket, he would have to admit that you looked much better in it.

When he caught up to the team again, he acted as if nothing changed, even if you were paying attention to his new jacket, your heart dropping. You knew he’d end up freezing and here you were, selfishly wearing his jacket while he went out to buy a new one.

You felt like an ass, your brain not being fair by not reminding you that Aaron forced the coat onto your shoulders and how he practically begged you to wear it in order to avoid you getting sick.

Later in the night, you were gonna make it a point to go talk to Aaron, to return the jacket and tell him that you’d reimburse him the money for the jacket he’d gotten.

“Going to your boyfriend’s room, Y/N?” The words made you scoff, turning your head while making an obscene hand gesture at Derek. “Fuck off, man. I’m just going to return his jacket.” You huffed, unable to help the heat rising in your cheeks.

He was your boss and one of your close friends, although you knew that some part of you yearned to see Aaron in a less professional setting and a more intimate one. There was a delusional part of you that assumed that he’d reciprocate those feelings, that he’d want to be with you and give his all to you.

Vulnerability wasn’t easy for Aaron nor was it easy for you. The walls you both had up seemed impenetrable, even the toughest equipment not being able to knock them down.

That was what killed the hope of anything serious happening between you both. He was your boss anyway, you figured it’d be an HR nightmare in regards to filling out paperwork, fighting transfers, the lot of it.

After a brief knock against the hotel door, you let your hands hold the jacket close to your chest. Even in the hotel, it was freezing. You had on some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt and yet you were still shaking, the socks on your feet not doing anything to shield your feet from the freezing tile floor.

Why did it have to be Alaska? It could’ve been in Florida, or maybe even Texas. At least in those states, you wouldn’t be freezing to death. You’d opt for extreme heat to combat the chill.

You were being taken out of your thoughts as soon as you heard two locks clicking and the door opening. What was behind the door though had your eyes nearly bulging out of your sockets. This man was shirtless with pajama pants that hung low on his hips.

“How haven’t you frozen to death yet?” You asked, dumbfounded. You were covered head to toe and you were freezing but this man didn’t have a shirt nor socks and he seemed comfortable.

“You’re being dramatic, Y/N. It isn’t bad inside the hotel at all.” He commented, the normal stoic expression being broken by a lopsided smile. “You wouldn’t find me like this outside though.” He chuckled, now stepping out of your way as an invitation to come into his room.

“What are you doing up? Not that I don’t mind talking to you, you just seemed exhausted.”

“Well, I uh.. I wanted to return your jacket. I noticed you went out and bought a new one, it bothered me to know that I made you freeze while I was comfortable.”

The words had his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I offered you my jacket because it bothered me that you looked like you were locked in a meat locker. I’d say we are even, hmm?”

“Aaron,” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I just want to return it.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“What?’

“You look better in it than me. I couldn’t wear it around the team again without them telling me that I don’t look near as good as you.”

The words made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He thought you looked good in his jacket?

“Y/N, I’m serious. Keep it. It fits you nicely and I know for a fact that you’ll be warm. I won’t have to worry about you not having anything warm either.” Aaron had offered a smile before watching as you hugged the jacket without realizing, looking like you were going to faint.

“I don’t mean to be forward,” Those words made you feel like you were going to puke. “But I was just about to relax for the night. Wanna watch a movie with me?”

This was a dream. You’re dreaming. Aaron Hotchner asked you to spend time with him. One on one.

“Sure!” You said quickly while clearing your throat soon after. Smooth like crunchy peanut butter. “I mean, yeah. I would love to. I am freezing in my room anyway and yours seems warmer..”

The black jacket was being placed on the nightstand in the room while you approached the bed to sit down, Aaron nodding as he was seated beside you. “I’m sure it’s because my room is warmer.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone while he leaned against the headboard, holding up the blanket for you.

The minute that you were crawling beside him, you could already feel a warmth radiating from his bare skin.

Suddenly, you weren’t shaking from the air anymore. Your cheeks were pink, your hands on your lap as you stayed put beside Aaron. This seemed asinine. You never pictured him being the type to ask for company on a whim. If you were honest, you always assumed he’d be asking people to leave him alone instead.

It seemed silly because you’d known him for years now, however it felt like meeting him all over again. You awkwardly sat, gaze on the small television that was on some random channel just to fill in the silence.

“Y/N? You alright?” There was that concerned tone again. “I’m okay! Just.. Cold.” You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, gaze falling on your close friend on the team as he was offering a small smile, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders. “Well, you can get a little closer, if you want. I really don’t mind. I’ve been told that I’m like a human furnace.”

Well, he was hot, kept you very warm, and he was able to make you comfortable. Maybe that really was the case. “You’re sure it’s not weird?” Although your body was already leaning against his, your head was unable to help itself as it rested against his shoulder.

“Not weird at all.”

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ophelia-writes-stuff · 2 years

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♥ power of my love . part 2 ♥

. pairing : yandere!austin!elvis x fem!reader

. summary / request : you're a pretty small and local fashion designer, so you are both thrilled and nervous when you get a call from a long-time friend of yours, steve, who tells you that he's got a job for you in vegas for no other than elvis presley. when the two of you meet, sparks fly, but you can't help but notice a more sinister underlining to your friendly relationship as time goes on.

. notes / warning : mild swearing, allusions to sexual content (sort of), slight yandere themes but not heavy whatsoever, jealousy, nothing else i don't think.

. word count : 3.8k

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As it turns out, designing clothing for the one and only Elvis was no easy feat.

One would reasonably expect it to be simple in some which way— after all, the man seemed to always know what he wanted and would always strive to get it— but sitting in a deafeningly quiet room with the musician after you had just asked him if he had any ideas for an outfit defied all of your expectations.

You’d originally imagined the conversation would be smooth like it was, similarly to when you’d first met him, meaning Elvis would come in and tell you any ideas he had or looks he wanted to go for and would possibly ask you for some advice, but none was such the case. An uncomfortable feeling permeated throughout the air as the silence drew on, and after a couple more moments of almost unbearable tension, you simply couldn’t take it anymore.

"As I'm sure you must know, Mr. Presley, costumes and style can be a great way to express yourself in your show, and even in your real life sometimes," you'd often go on tangents like these with clients, hoping to inspire them in some way. "I found myself in my work, in my style, and I'm certain that you can do the same and find yourself again. It may not seem like much, but picking the right costume is very important. Now, do you have any possible ideas? A look you're aiming for?"

Elvis's eyes flitted to you as he shifted slightly, eyes focused intensely on nothing in particular.

It didn't take you long for you to realize why Steve had spoken of you being needed to help get Elvis back on his feet-- it was like, between one movie or another that he'd merely been thrown into, he'd truly forgotten who he was.

"Well, I think..." Elvis sighed and ran a hand through his coifed hair. "Colonel's been wantin' me to dress up in a Christmas sweater, but I sure as hell ain't doin' that..." He bit his lip in contemplation. "Steve's been thinkin' that something revealing might be good, or something dark blue to contrast with all o' the Christmas colors..."

“Is that what you want, Elvis?” Elvis paused briefly, supposedly stunned by the question. Considering the fact that you had said it in a somewhat odd manner, you said:

"Let me rephrase that, actually-- what do you want? Not Steve, not Colonel, not anyone. What do you want to wear on that stage? What do you want to perform in? This choice is up to you, and it should only be yours. Don't let anyone else sway your opinions."

Elvis took a deep breath as he racked his mind and he tried to figure out what he wanted, what he desired. One would imagine it’d be plain and simple, but after a life of being burdened with the needs of others, one would easily forget their own, no matter how stubborn one could be.

“I want something...” Elvis's eyes snapped closed as he pondered your question. What did he want?

“I want something... edgy.” You didn’t miss the smile that lit up on Elvis’s face when he came up with the word. “Something raw, something...” his voice trailed off and he narrowed his eyes as he flit through his unorganized thoughts. "I want it to be dangerous, intimidating..." A boyish sort of grin adorned his features. "I want it to be me," he finished.

You merely nodded, quickly jotting down some things in your notebook before staring back at Elvis.

"Leather, that's what you need," you decided, leaning over to reach for the black material among the others that were spread out on the table. "Good old-fashioned leather. It's risky, intimidating, hard, but most importantly, it's you."

Elvis felt the leather material in his hand, brought it up near his eyes to examine it closer, and narrowed them, before bringing it further away and rubbing the material between his thumb and forefinger contemplatively.

Realizing your possible mistake, your cheeks heated up ever so slightly. "But, of course, if you're not a fan--" you were quickly cut off by a loud "--No!" followed by a quick apology. "It's- it's perfect. It's exactly what I need," Elvis explained, "I just didn't realize that you'd figure it out all so soon."

You took this as a compliment and offered Elvis a meek smile. "Well, it's what I do, so I'd sure hope I’d be okay at it after almost a decade of doing it."

At this, Elvis stared at you with an undecipherable expression written all over his face and opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed as if the specific words had died on his tongue the second he cracked his jaw open. He slowly shut it closed and allowed the silence that once was to return, though you certainly weren’t going to allow it to remain as long as it did before.

Worried that you'd overstepped boundaries by using a bit too much sarcasm, you changed the subject. “Now that we’ve got the materials down, I do believe we’ll need to think of a specific design,” you said, grabbing your notebook as you sat down in your seat. “Do you have anything in mind? Just general concepts can go a long way.”

Elvis stared at you briefly with a certain intensity that almost brought butterflies to your stomach, but the expression was quickly forgotten as Elvis spoke.

“I’d like it to be unforgivable,” he said, his eyes wandering around the room in thought. “Unforgettable. Something iconic, like a leather jacket.” To this, you nodded, and said, "Is that it? Of course, a leather jacket is iconic, but it's an icon that many men have tried on."

"Well, what were you thinkin', then?"

You smiled, "A full leather suit." You showed him your notebook and pointed to the sketch. "There can't be anything more unforgivable than that."

To this, Elvis grinned and bit his lip with a certain satisfaction, and nodded.

“But just to make sure, that’ll be one hot suit, especially if you’re going to be doing some dancing numbers in it. You sure you’ll be okay with that, Mr. Presley?”

In response, Elvis's grin only grew wider, and in a deep, velvety voice, he said, “Perfect.”

Spending time with Elvis proved to be even more enjoyable than you’d initially anticipated.

Although your work together led to some long silences, it never hindered either of your abilities to keep up a lengthy conversation. You could imagine yourself talking with the musician for hours without ceasing if his or your own work didn’t beckon the two of you away from each other. Ah, yes. It was truly ironic how the very thing that brought the two of you together was the exact thing that also drew you apart. But, alas, Elvis’s workload never faltered, and the same could be said about yours.

As you worked on a couple of pieces of clothing some of the dancers were going to wear, your mind inevitably wandered to Elvis’s wife, Priscilla. Though you’d never met her, you couldn’t help but feel bad for her. Elvis had a couple of times spoken to you of how he craved to spend more time with her— and yet, it seemed as though the forces that be did not wish to see the two of them together. He spoke of his guilt, explaining how his work seemed to have completely taken over his life, and you couldn’t blame him.

It was never quite easy, being famous. People always relied on you, depended on your presence. Days off were not standard for people like Elvis, this much, you knew.

And while, yes, the days you spoke ever so much may have blurred the lines between your professional relationship with Elvis and your personal, you convinced yourself that it was for the best. If Elvis viewed you as some sort of confidant, you had no issues obliging to the role, though you wouldn’t bend down to his wishes of addressing him by his first name.

Not yet, that is.

And so, when Elvis knocked on your office door and entered in, tired and battered, you made no protest when he sat down on one of the chairs beside you.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” he asked in a raspy tone, that of a man that you assumed must have only recently just sung his heart out.

“Just some outfits for some of the dancers,” you replied, continuing your sewing work though offering a glance towards Elvis.

“D’you mind if I have a look?” You moved as to allow Elvis to view the piece you were working on, who walked up beside you and stared at it and then at you, in admiration.

“You’re real good at this, y’know,” he complimented. “Steve wasn’t kiddin’ when you said that you were the best in the industry. You got some real talent.”

At the high praise, your cheeks burned a bright pink, and you tried to hide it as he stared at the piece of clothing. “Thank you,” is all you replied, not trusting yourself to say more.

“No need to thank me. I’m just tellin’ the truth.” No longer could you hide your blush as you smiled abashedly and let out a small chuckle.

And then, suddenly, you paused, eyes wide as you glanced at the clock behind you.

“Shit—” you mumbled, momentarily forgetting you were at work. “I mean— sorry, Mr. Presley, but I have to get going.”

“Now what’s got a lady like you in such a hurry?” He asked, staring at you curiously as you raced to grab your things.

“Steve told me to meet him at twelve.” Elvis’s aura seemed to have changed slightly at the comment, but you didn’t pay attention as you absentmindedly searched for your purse in a frenzied panic.

“Pickin’ you up for lunch?” You didn't even notice the slight malice that laced his words, as, by the time he’d spoken them, you’d just found what you were looking for, so you assumed the question was simply an inquiry.

“No. Don’t know what it’s for, but it’s probably got something to do with work or something else important like that.” You didn’t bother mentioning how you would have truly appreciated it if that were the reason, as you didn’t see the situation fit for such a confession to your still relatively new client.

Besides, as close as he occasionally got with you, you still expected yourself to remain professional at all times with him. Though he was a friend, he was still someone you worked for, and that meant you had to keep a somewhat fortified barrier between your life and his.

At your reassurance, Elvis’s demeanor duly shifted, and he shot you a charming smile. “Well then, Y/n, suppose I’ll see you around.” He offered you a wave and was out the door in the blink of an eye, seemingly more pleased with himself than moments ago, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out as to why.

Alas, you couldn’t dwell on the matter for much longer as you rushed out your door and towards where Steve had told you to meet him.

Elvis was never a very jealous man.

Or, at the very least, not often, and especially not when it came to romance and love. He knew that women practically worshipped him--he wasn’t blind to the way that they looked at him, what they thought of him.

And, besides, he was married to the most wonderful wife anyone could ever have, so it was almost surprising to him when he felt such a sour emotion at the simple prospect of you and Steve being together. After all, he had his own wife at home.

So why, he would ask himself, did he feel jealousy, especially in such an intense way? And why did he still feel it? You made it seem pretty clear that you and Steve clearly didn’t have anything going on, so why did he still feel such vigorous anger?

Elvis sat in your office, pondering these very questions. Of course, he knew what the Colonel would do if he found him off-task, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to do anything about it. Either way, it wasn’t like the Colonel knew of his true plans. He was sure his anger due to his lounging in your office would be nothing compared to his anger should he discover Elvis’s deceitfulness when it came to his true intentions of how the Christmas Special would play out.

Regardless, after he’d decided that he’d spent enough time flitting through his thoughts, Elvis decided that it was time to return to the studio to see what the others would need from him. He was certain they were searching for him now.

"Steve, I'm really sorry I'm late." You apologized as soon as you walked in the door. "I must have lost track of time."

In response, all Steve gave you was a brisk nod, and seemed to invite you to sit down. "It's fine, it happens," he then said, taking a seat in front of you. "Plus, I only called you here so we could talk about your job so far." He smiled. "How is it?"

You were surprised that all Steve wanted to do was chit-chat, but you were relieved, too, as you realized your lateness was not as unprofessional as you had initially thought it to be.

“It’s pretty great, actually. It’s definitely been fun— plus, I enjoy seeing this part of the country. As you can tell, I’m not around these types of areas very often.” You smiled all but embarrassedly and let out a small chuckle. The man in front of you's gaze was distant as you slowly allowed your giggles to dissipate.

“D’you you like traveling?” Steve then asked, to which you nodded.

“You know, Y/n, I was thinking,” Steve adjusted his posture ever so slightly as he spoke. “You don’t get all that many clients back in your town, do you?”

Your brows furrowed as you shrugged somewhat hesitantly. “Not specifically, no. I get a decent amount, considering the size of my town, but relatively, no.” You replied.

“Have you ever wanted to travel a bit more? See more of the country?”

You quirked an eyebrow. “What are you saying, Steve?”

“Well, like you said, you like it here, right? Like seeing new parts of the country?" He leaned back in his chair. "I’m proposing you come work with me and my crew.” You opened your mouth to reply, but Steve beat you to it.

"You could travel with me and my crew and work on costumes for shows and sets we help produce and direct. Of course, you'll be able to go home for holidays and those sorts of things, but you'll mostly be traveling around the country."

"Oh, Steve, that sounds like a great idea, but..." You tried to protest at first but soon found your arguments fell short in every instance. To add to that, your eyes caught each of Steve's muffled expressions of disappointment or hurt when you brought up yet another reason to decline, and so, you caved. You gave Steve your word that you'd think about it and consider making the arrangements to make it happen, such as discussing it with your parents, and the two of you knew that this practically meant you had already arranged the plans. You'd never hint towards your answer being a no to a yes unless it was certainly one of the two.

"Great!" He gave you a satisfied smile, and you couldn't help but feel your own lips upturn at his infectious expression. "You know, if you choose to say yes, I know you'll love it, Y/n. It's nice-- being able to work with so many icons in so many different places."

"Sure sounds like it."

Steve nodded, "Plus, I wouldn't mind having you around a bit more," His smile shifted from satisfied to coy. "I feel like I don't get to see you as much as I'd like to."

It didn't take a genius to notice the shift of the atmosphere in the room, and you felt a funny feeling in your stomach at the comment. Of course, you weren't one to get in over your head, but looking at the way he was staring at you, you'd be a fool to say the gaze wasn't the least bit tender.

"Yeah," Your own stare fixed onto the floor all but abashedly. "I could say the same."

The rest of your day went by relatively quickly, your mind buzzing with thoughts of Steve and your future. It excited you, truly, to think that, after all of these years of having shown no more than a little interest in you romantically, he seemed to suddenly have had a change of heart.

You hummed along to one of the Elvis songs playing in the background as you worked on organizing some of your materials. Everything was scattered into different nicks and crannies, and though you were able to find it all, it still appeared as if something had exploded in your office.

And, although you didn’t want to admit it, you wanted to look at least a bit organized to anyone who dared to enter your den.

You all but jumped when you heard someone enter ever so suddenly, and turned around to face no other than Elvis. Your brows furrowed. It was funny, almost-- you hadn't even noticed the music come to a halt.

"Hey," he greeted, offering you a charming smile as he walked up to you. "I was told to come in here--well, 'bout now?"

Your eyes wandered to the clock as you slowly nodded, and returned his smile. "Of course, just stand right there and I'll get everything I need."

Measuring someone, as you'd come to learn, was a very intimate act in many ways. Stripping until you were near-naked for someone else who you most likely barely knew proved this with ease, and it was always so quiet-- so slow. Every mannerism seemed so tender when one would think about it.

You felt an intense gaze practically tear through your soul as you took your measuring tape and took the measurements for Elvis's waist, hips, height, etc. You made an effort to not look back up at him, but you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head with such a ferocious aura, it intimidated you.

You could have sworn that every time your hands brushed against Elvis's bare skin, somehow, he seemed to linger in that position-- to pause and allow the moment to resonate with the both of you. You weren't sure how exactly it happened, but there was certainly no denying that it did.

Once you had finished up, you offered Elvis a simple nod and said, "I'm done," before turning around to allow Elvis to put his clothes back on.

"Y/n?" You all but froze at the sound of Elvis's deep voice, though didn't dare turn around to face him. He let out a chuckle before opening his mouth once more. "Y'know you can look at me, right?"

You mistakenly took this as a sign that he, somehow, had already gotten dressed, but you were most certainly mistaken. You shifted awkwardly in your place as you stared at his almost naked figure. "Yes, Mr. Presley." You mustered on a shy smile, not feeling very comfortable in any which way.

"Good," he then said, a satisfied smile planted on his features. You didn't know what to say in return, just let the silence permeate throughout the room.

Elvis's gaze then morphed into an intense, intimate one. You didn't even notice as he took slow, calculated steps toward you.

"What I wanted to tell you, Y/n, was that you've been doin' a real amazing job here," he complimented, his expression not faltering in the least.

You offered him a tight-lipped smile in return, still feeling somewhat nervous as to what exactly was happening. "Thank you."

"Never seen no one like you," he grinned, his pearly teeth glinting dimly. "Not one."

Unsure of how to answer this, you merely nodded.

It was at that moment that you noticed the lack of distance between you and the man before you when his hand cautiously made its way up to cup your cheek. You were surprised at the contact. It unnerved you, almost, to think that he could traverse such a long distance and go unnoticed by someone staring directly at him. "Never realized how pretty your eyes were," he muttered. You stood, frozen in your spot, as he spoke. "Never seen you this up close before. Didn't realize what I was missin'..."

He leaned it, and you just stood paralyzed, stunned by the surprising turn of the situation. And yet, just as you were sure Elvis's lips were about to have a taste of your own, a knock on the door paused the moment. You let out a gasp as Elvis pulled away from you in milliseconds, eyes wide as he stared at the door.

"Son of a bitch," he grumbled, as he angrily threw on his clothes and opened the door. You didn't hear very much as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door, only catching some tidbits but allowing yourself to take a moment to process the situation.

You were stunned, to say the least.

You and Elvis were friends, of course, but you never expected the situation to escalate on such a high level. You'd never expected him to possibly consider you in a romantic way. After all, you were merely his costume designer. And, as an additional reason, he had a wife and a newborn child for crying out loud.

You decided to head over to the bathroom to take a minute. You let out a sigh as you washed some water over yourself and stare at your reflection in the mirror.

You knew you'd be flat-out lying to yourself if you said you weren't attracted to Elvis, but every girl was. There was no denying that there was certainly some charm to his infectious grin and that his dancing certainly did arouse some erotic feelings within you, but that didn't mean that you wanted to kiss him-- though you were sure he had much more in mind than just kissing.

And, besides, you weren't that kind of girl. You wanted a real man and a steady relationship, not some one-night fling with your new and temporary boss who you'd only just met recently. Of course, he was a perfectly kind and considerate man, but you could tell that he did have some trouble harnessing his emotions.

And so, your eyes wandered to the floor as you left the bathroom and you decided to make sure the event did not become a topic of discussion for you or Elvis, whatsoever. You just hoped that he'd never bring it up. You'd continue work as normal as if nothing ever happened, and you wouldn't have to worry about it once you left to work with Steve.

How wrong you were about your future, you'd later learn.

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Love ur takes on the bio/body politics of Succession and I thought 4x09 delivered so much to unpack there!!! Found it so tragic/interesting the way Shiv was talking about her unborn child throughout the episode so resentfully, like a parasite/leech that she’d be prepared to neglect to pursue the company just like her father did…. The cycles of abuse are cycling lol. What do you make of shiv’s relationship to her motherhood and her awareness of her body’s utility to logan’s empire/under capitalism generally? I do really feel like her characterization this season is an interesting summation of the “having it all” discourse of neoliberal feminism (from catherine rottenberg’s Rise of Neoliberal Feminism, dk if you’ve read but I highly reccomend!) Just watching her last ditch attempts to cling to any remaining vestige of power within the company while so brutally reckoning with/abdicating her future motherhood that was hoisted upon her in part due to tom’s striving and ambition…. WHEW.

Also, do you have any insights on why roman was so shaken by seeing his father’s coffin/“is he in there?” I’m still trying to fully unpack that line with regard to what we know about his fear of death/aging and implied abuse he suffered but maybe I’ve got my tinfoil hat on lol.

yeah shiv's position is quite interesting right now. as my bf pointed out, she basically kept her position with matsson by promising not to love her baby. motherhood can be part of 'having it all' as long as there's a huge behind-the-scenes network of domestic workers, assistants, &c to support you. her lines in 4x04 about how she wishes logan could have held his grandkids are also telling; although she hasn't said anything explicitly about producing an heir, we know that's something logan wanted from her because his racism and ableism prevented him from seeing sophie and iverson as filling that role. shiv's earlier reluctance to have children was partly about her relationship with tom, but was also suggested to be partly a reaction to her fear that if she got pregnant, she would basically be relegated to the domestic sphere forever ('mommed') and would no longer be able to even try to become logan's successor. so, having a baby is useful to the company in terms of the long-term line of succession, but also has the potential to basically exclude shiv herself from the game. it converts her body into something that serves logan's interests in a very different way: she's no longer an employee but a mother.

as to roman, this was the culmination of a long fixation with his father's body. way back at the beginning of the show, roman was the one who denied logan was "an elderly patient" in the hospital; he saw logan as basically invincible, except of course for when the worry would break through ("i heard you tried to kill our dad with the sun"). he asked for one of logan's sweaters to sniff, which is later inverted by roman leaving his suit jacket with logan's body on the plane, then echoed by roman wearing logan's sweater around in 4x05. roman was also seen a few times taking logan's advil, a kind of logan relic and a way for roman to metaphorically consume him, which is resonant given how physically unaffectionate and actually violent logan was with him.

roman also has a fraught relationship with his own body, as shown by the body-checking, his restrictive eating, and his inability to fuck or even take his cock out in front of matsson. roman was disturbed when connor sent the funeral home photo of logan's body, and again when connor was talking about going to visit the body. for roman, bodies in general are a site of violence and shame, and logan's body specifically is something that logan always tried to deny existed or to transcend, yet also the way he physically inflicted pain upon roman. so, roman has this fixation on the physicality of logan's dead body, which both is and isn't logan, and which both disgusts and compels roman. seeing the coffin was disturbing because the body was both hidden and displayed, and roman almost couldn't force himself to believe that logan really was dead or even had a physical body that could be killed. and in the "can we get him out of there" line, roman was sort of hysterically trying to 'free' logan, both from death and from the constricting box, as well as trying to get physically closer to the father he misses greatly and has always both loved and feared.

#you eat me i eat you #stop sending people your blood

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mcblingbrat · 2 years

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RL Bratz Doll Wardrobe

Like Jade, I have a unique and personal sense of style that aligns with current trends, sets me apart from other people and makes me a trendsetter. Fashion is one of the many forms of self-expression, and I use the low end, high end and vintage items that I own to do that.

Outerwear

Every fashionista owns a wide range of outerwear that sits in there closet for a considerable amount of time due to them not having the perfect ensemble, dress, jumpsuit, bag, accessories and shoes to go with it; and I’m one of those people.

When I manage to find the perfect clothing items, accessories and shoes for said outerwear, my firsthand or secondhand jackets and coats that are bold, feminine, glamorous and/or extravagant make their big debut.

Tops

Similar to Sasha, Yasmin, Jade and Cloe, my clothing, specifically my tops, have landed me in hot water due to them being quote unquote too revealing or attention grabbing.

My casual tops are usually form fitting and figure flattering and have details that are related to my likes, interests and personality (ex: cute slogan tees with sayings, an off the shoulder sweater that is shimmery and see through, a brightly colored tank top with ribbed lace up detailing, etc.).

My formal tops are also form fitting and figure flattering like me previously mentioned casual tops, but they make a statement that won’t be made again due to them being so unexpected yet so me (ex: a silver metal mesh top with a crystal sleeve, a denim and velour corset top, a wrap around star fishnet top, etc.).

Pants

As a petite woman, I have to find pants that are going to fit me perfectly and compliment my frame.

Once I find pants that fulfill those two mandatory requirements online or in stores, I proceed to purchase pants that should’ve made me realize that Aquarius was my chart ruler before I purchased my astrological portrait due to most of pants being the definition of outrageous, urban yet camp.

If I find pants that are plain but fit me perfectly and compliment my frame, I purchase them and have them altered to resemble my vision and sketch. Like the great Galleria Garibaldi, I take bits and pieces and put them together cause I’m a visionary and an artist.

Skirts

The skirts that I don are less outrageous and camp than my pants since I love to show off my legs in short skirts, but the colors, prints, embellishments, detailing and textures of the skirts that accommodate the jacket, top, jewelry, handbag and shoes make the outfit cohesive, which is what I strive for despite striving for various self related things when I put together an outfit for myself.

Formal Wear

My formal fashion moments are sporadic due to the pandemic and my busy schedule that consists of school and work, but when I am granted the opportunity to dress up for a formal event, I take that as an opportunity to unleash my softer and ethereal side with soft yet bright colors and whimsical imagery (ex: butterflies, cloud print, orchid print, floral embellishments, corset detailing, hoods, etc.).

Accessories

All libra women are the main characters in their lives and other peoples lives. As a libra woman who is a proud main character in my life and the lives of many others, diamonds are all over my body because it reflects who I am and lets people know that I am a shining and bright diamond. I also have an affinity for diamonds because they look great on me and I’m a proud maximalist that believes that any thing that’s understated has no place in my abundant life.

Handbags

I’m really particular when it comes to the bags that I purchase. They don’t have to be designer, but they have to be a high quality bag. I don’t want to wear a bag that everybody is wearing or obsessing over because I’m not worried about everybody and their minion like tendencies and I don’t want to purchase a bag with my hard earned money that’s going to fall apart. Bags should age like a fine wine, not curdle like expired milk.

When it comes to shape, color and detailing, I’m flexible since I’m a fashion chameleon, but I have a few exceptions (ex: a brown or beige bag (I don’t like colors and they wash me out), gold detailing (I’m cool toned and I always preferred silver) and faux leather bags (they leather peels and I’m all about the real.).

Shoes

My shoes are the final act of my outfits that close the show, and I always make sure to pick out show stopping shoes that’ll incite an encore from onlookers.

Despite being genuinely confident despite my short stature, I often find myself purchasing sneakers, boots, wedges and heels that make me appear taller than I actually am.

Lengthy shoes are a no-no. Tall girls look amazing in knee high shoes, whereas short girls look juvenile when they’re wearing knee high shoes, and I’m not trying to have people thinking that I’m a young girl playing dress up because I’m a grown woman.

Lastly, I'm open to most things when it comes to shoes, with exceptions (ex: pure white shoes (they get dirty easily and are going to be a pain to clean), crocs (first of all, ew. second of all, ew.), and converse (I LOVED me some Chuck Taylor's when I was a preteen in middle school and a teenager in high school, and still do to this day, but they don’t give me much support and my family forced me to let them go completely until they create shoes that’ll support my feet.).

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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 14: Unexpected

This time when I enter Q’s apartment it feels normal instead of having to hide here. It’s a shame Moneypenny can’t join us but the crowd of 3 cats welcoming us is enough to make up for that.

“Sit down and relax. I’ll start the meat.” Q waves me over to the couch and then goes about pulling out beef and all kinds of vegetables.

“No, no. You’ve been through Hell tonight. The least I can do is help chop something.” I walk over to stand at the island counter. “Being a 00 agent has taught me plenty of skills with a knife. Maybe I can put them to another use besides stabbing people.”

Q laughs and brings over some celery. “If you insist. I’ll- Um. Would you like a new shirt?”

His question draws me to look down at my ragged uniform with a hole still ripping through. “Do you mind?”

He shakes his head and goes for the stairs. “Not at all. Wait right here.”

While he’s gone I bend down to pet the needy cats. Cricket takes the liberty to hop up on my shoulder while the other two climb onto my lap. Who says I need a therapist? Cats are far superior to any help a person could give.

“This is the closest- Oh!” Q stops in his tracks when he sees the pile of fur I’m trapped under. “I see you’re occupied.”

“You can’t invent this kind of love,” I chuckle as I lift the happy felines off me and carry them to the couch. “Maybe when I’m old and gray then I’ll retire to a cat café.”

Q strides up behind me holding a gray sweater. “This is the closest thing that fits your size. Sorry if it’s not as colorful as you’re used to.”

“Anything is appreciated, Q. Thank you.”

I take the garment and tear off my tattered shirt, noticing Q takes this moment to busy himself with preparing the meat. I appreciate his modesty but I don’t see a reason to be so. He’s seen me with only a bra and boxers, so what’s the difference? Ignoring this I give one last scratch to Cricket’s ears when I spot a picture frame of Q’s family. There’s unmistakable resemblance between Q and a man I’m assuming is his father. Same lanky build, crazy dark hair, and wild eyes. His mother has the same kind expression. I also see he has two sisters.

“I didn’t know you had siblings,” I comment out loud.

Q looks up from where he’s working. “Yes. That’s Clarice and Alice. That was taken before I joined MI6. By now they’re both married.” His face grows stern and he returns to pounding the meat. “Unfortunately I was not invited to attend the celebrations.”

This intrigues me. “Why’s that? Are they mad at you?”

“In a way, yes. Partially it’s my fault. Since I’m part of such a top-secret government program I’m not allowed to communicate with my family on a daily basis. When I joined they said I was ignoring my family just for a big paycheck.”

They thought…? I can’t believe this!

“Well they’re wrong,” I say stubbornly. “They should be proud.”

Q grunts and hastily washes his hands looking more stressed. “They’re partially right. But I’m not abandoning them for a paycheck. I was doing it to make them proud, but now I know I signed my life away until I decide to retire.”

I frown. “Q, you don’t always have to, what’s a good way to put it? Stress to impress. You already do that without trying. Your inventions are magnificent!”

“It’s not just inventing,” Q goes on to explain and walks over next to me to point at his two sisters. “My family is also disappointed that I’m not striving to copy my sisters and start my own family.”

It’s sad that Q disagrees but at the same time I can’t ignore my own thoughts. I turn and place a calm hand over Q’s.

“At least you could if you wanted to. Do you have any idea how hard it is to plan out a life as a 00 agent? Every time I’m sent on an assignment I’m expected to die.”

Q flinches a bit at my touch but keeps a stiff face. “I couldn’t. In my line of work being Quartermaster is my top priority despite others’ disapproval. No one would be willing to put up with my schedule.”

So that’s his problem? He’s sad because he can’t find a date? Why didn’t he just say that?

“Q, anyone should be thankful to be in your life. But not just anyone. You deserve someone who respects your judgment and your position as Quartermaster, and won’t pressure you into something.” I’ll admit I’m a tad crushed that he’ll be looking for a relationship with someone else but I can’t be selfish and discourage him. “If you ever need any help I could always scout around for any suitable candidates.”

By now Q’s grip is all but squeezing the blood out of my hand. His head is shaking, almost as if he’s about to explode, and he keeps staring at me.

“I don’t think you should stay here tonight.”

His words grasp my heart and tear it into a million pieces. My whole body freezes and all I can do is repeat Bond’s words in my head: do whatever it takes to make the enemy lower their guard. But Q isn’t playing me, he’s sincere. He really wants me to leave and head into the dark streets; maybe to be snuffed out by a street mugger.

“After all you’ve talked about me being reckless, wanting to do everything by the book, this is very hypocritical of you.” I pull my hand away and go for the door. “If you wanted me dead you could’ve just pulled the trigger yourself.”

Q groans and, before I know what’s happening, grips my shoulders to make me face him.

“I don’t want you dead, Levie. I don’t think you should stay here because I want to keep things professional.” He used my nickname.

I frown. “‘Professional?’ Is there some clause or something against coworkers meeting after hours?”

Q, still gripping my shoulders, hangs his head in frustration. “No. I’m afraid that if you stay then I’ll do something I might regret.”

This only confuses me more. Is he planning to kill me? “I don’t understand-”

“Oh for God’s sake!”

Q cups my face and does the very last thing I’d ever think he’s possible of. He kisses me.

I’ve only been kissed a few times throughout my life. All during missions, nothing serious. This kiss towers above all romantic gestures I’ve demonstrated. It’s desperate and sweet. I don’t even notice my hands snaking up to grip Q’s hair until he moans in response. This makes him go stiff and abruptly pull away, his eyes wide and worried.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- Well, I did want to- But we can’t- I’m not- Ugh. You must think I’m a joke.”

I take another deep breath and lean over to catch Q’s lips again. Now I’ve got him pinned on the couch and he seems to melt under me.

“Q, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I say as I press kisses down his neck, gripping his tie. “You are anything but a joke. I never even thought you’d care about someone like this.”

His eyes never leave me as he pants to catch his breath, wrapping his arms around me. “I never intended to have romantic intentions with a coworker. But with you it- It just sort of… happened. You’re- you’re not upset?”

“Why would I be? I may not know what love is yet, but if it’s what I feel whenever I see you then I don’t want to give it up.”

My answer sparks excitement in Q. But why is he shaking his head?

“I’m not a perfect man. You should find someone else.”

This will not do. I set my face straight. “You’re perfect to me, Q. You shouldn’t sell yourself short.” I add a smirk. “It doesn’t suit you.”

Q smiles appreciatively and kisses my cheek, then whispers: “You know, it always makes me jealous when I see you flirting with other men. I know it’s your job but I still can’t help it.”

I lift my eyes to his chocolate ones. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He grins. “Been keeping secrets from your Quartermaster, have you?”

“I think of you.” Q’s eyebrows raise. “Every time I have to flirt, I always think of you. Because a part of me wishes it was you I was flirting with, and that it somehow could be real.”

Q gets off the couch, kneels in front of me, and takes my hand. “This is real, I assure you.”

This is real. Is this what I’ve been missing? Maybe I should take a better look at how I want to live my life and stop putting off the future. After all, Q is a good man. One who I think will make me happy. But happiness can always be taken away. A new thought surfaces and makes my happy emotions fade. “The only regret I’d have is if my feelings for you put you in danger. It’s happened to Bond, it could happen to me too.”

Q nods, yet is unfazed by the idea. He presses a kiss to my forehead and leans his forehead against mine.

“I’m very well aware of the risks of this job, Levie. We don’t have to jump into this right away. We can test the waters and see if it’s safe. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Likewise. I know you’re not the most emotional person and I’m trained to block out emotions, so we should each get a feel of where we stand.” Fighting against the urge to keep lying with him I sit up in an attempt to make the conversation more professional. “Where exactly do you intend for this relationship to go?”

Q mirrors my posture and gets a deep thinking look. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to keep this confidential to the workplace. Not just for safety but to also avoid the drama that will come with it. You know M won’t be entirely open to it.”

I nod. “Agreed. I don’t wish for M to think I’ve gone soft or else he’ll pull me from missions. You already know I’m not one for desk work, and I don’t plan on retiring anytime soon.”

Q copies my nod and jumps up to go tend to the vegetables in the frying pan. Once the meal is done he portions it out onto 2 plates and sets them on the kitchen table. We both sit and eat in a new comfortable silence; each of us coming to terms with what just happened.

“I’m curious. Everyone only calls you 0011 or Levie. Why is that?”

It makes my heart hum to know that Q is eager to use real names. I just wish I had one to give him.

“I have no real name.”

He tilts his head. “Really? You must have a name.”

Giving a dark chuckle, I take another bite of beef. “You should know why, Q. When I was assigned to you M gave you my file. If you did your research correctly, which I know for a fact you did, you read that my father was a Brit who knocked up an American woman, who dropped me off at M16 the day I turned 16.” Another bite. “Not as dramatic as Bond’s past. It’s nice actually, not having to worry about family getting in the way. I never knew my last name because my mother homeschooled me. She was too embarrassed to have a child out of wedlock so she kept me home. She never gave me a real name, only called me ‘girl’ or ‘child.’” I take a deep breath and turn my face up to meet Q’s eyes. “The day I joined MI6 was the day I finally got my freedom. I don’t need a name.”

The whole time Q’s been listening respectfully. Now he grabs my hand. “I did read your file. I just wanted to hear your story from you. Would you like a name?”

“Do you have one?”

“I do, actually. I was Geoffrey Boothroyd before I joined.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “We don’t have to use names if you don’t want to.”

After thinking a second a new idea surfaces. “Could you give me a name? We could use them during times out-of-office.”

Q’s eyes light up. “O-Ok! Um, hm… Let’s see…” He puts a finger to his chin and looks me up and down, making me feel like a test subject. “I like… Eleanor. How’s that sound?”

I- I straight up love it. It sounds powerful and elegant, it sounds… me. And the fact that Q is giving it to me makes it even better.

“Thank you, Geoffrey. That name sounds perfect!” I throw my arms around his neck and give him a deep kiss.

“Y-You’re welcome,” he stutters. “It’s strange hearing my name after all these years. It sounds good coming from you.”

I start to respond but get stopped by a yawn. Q laughs at this and moves to clear the dishes.

“I’m not tired! I can help-!”

Q cuts me off with a kiss. “Work can wait ‘til tomorrow. Right now you need rest. Ok?”

“You’ll be upstairs?”

He nods and sets the dishes in the sink, switching the kitchen light off once he’s finished. “I’m doing the gentlemanly thing and giving you your privacy.”

“Aw. That’s sweet. Thanks.”

“Goodnight, Eleanor. If you need anything just call.”

Q gives me one final kiss on the head and climbs the stairs. How did my entire life change in the span of 15 minutes? Life’s never given me what I want and now I have everything. Focus, 0011. You can’t jump head-first into something like this. For all I know this could turn into the type of heartbreak Bond’s always going on about. I can’t let my emotions get in the way, no matter how ensnaring it is to think about having a somewhat normal life with Q.

The darkness is too taunting and I feel myself slipping into sleep once again, only this time I’m much more relaxed. Tonight’s events have left me exhausted but I know I’m safe now. No matter what criminals try to kill me tonight I know Q will have their heads before they can reach the door.

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Ugly Sweater

TW: Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: You make John B feel okay about wearing his ugly sweater for pictures…

WORD COUNT: 1000

*Original Content*

Ugly Sweater

"I look like what would happen if you threw Christmas in a blender and dumped it on a sweater..." John B teased as you assisted his ensemble while his hands found your waist.

"Why do you get to look like..." He cocked his head for a moment to assess you as you smirked brightly to how you stole his attention in nothing more than a simple satin dress. But his hands were feverish to you, magnetic to your frame in the complete need for that connection as you teased his lips with your own.

"Kiara wanted you guys to all get matching ugly sweaters for a picture-"

"I really couldn't care any less about what Kie wants...especially right now..."

"I'll tell you what..." You began to 'fix' the sweater, elements in which were purposely gaudy for the sake of the humor as you smirked.

"You take this picture and I promise I'll make it worth your while-" You were suddenly lifted around him, held in the air.

"Better yet...convince me to not rip it off, because I'm already gonna do that to this dress-" Before you could reason with him, he had forced you onto the bed, back in a collision to the mattress and sheets beneath and his fingers working your skirt up to your hips.

"We both know how fast I can make you come, baby. All you have to do is do it quietly..." Your legs were taken over each of his shoulders while you felt his touch descend lower still. Thumbs pulled your panties until they hung off one ankle from his impatience, until they craned around him in finality.

"Fuck!" You gasped to the suck he made of your entire sex, tongue focusing on your clit as his hands rose to your breasts. Usually John B was compassionate and thorough with the need to cover every inch of your body in appreciation and his kiss. But he was on borrowed time as it was and the rush in contrast to his usual longevity had somehow made it even better.

"Mmmm..." He moaned between your thighs as your hands pulled through his mane of hair, a smirk casting against your thighs as your desperations grew more prominent as his motions developed in swiftness. But as you would symbolize a release in the stiffening of your body, he would retract and suck his two fingers before bringing them inside of you.

"John B..."

"There is one thing that can make this sweater better..." He teased, "You're gonna come all over it...squirt for me...and then I'll be more than happy to wear it-"

"No-"

"No? You don't wanna come? Don't want me to keep doing this?" He asked, returning to those flicks as your eyes rolled as an answer.

"You need it, and I'm gonna make sure you give it to me...all of it." He nursed you to the edge enough times that you lost count, all the while patronizing Hoe desperate, wet, and tight you were.

"Better be quiet baby, or they're gonna know just how close you are."

"Please!" You spoke as quietly as possibly through those same desperations as he would scoff over your sex.

"You're so close, I can feel you pulsating-" His hand came over your mouth as he now used only his fingers. And they were all that would be needed as he directed his fingers to that hidden button within your sex that made that selfish face you couldn't fight.

"That's the spot baby, I know it is...so let it go for me..."

"John B! I'm coming!" He squeezes your breast tighter with his other hand, extra volts shooting directly to your clit that he now sucked in harsh succession for overstimulation as he granted that squirt he was in strive for.

"Oh my god-"

"Keep coming baby...I want to wear it everywhere...." Your body contracted beneath the sensations, each one seemingly more powerful than the last until you were left spent and he marveled his work.

Pulling the shirt, you dragged him onto his back and straddled his lap, running your fingers beneath the sweater to produce claw marks on his skin, lifting it up enough to see the evidence you left behind.

"You want to wear my cum?" He nodded to your question. "Then I get to have yours." You slipped onto the floor, hands on his thighs as your mouth worked his recently freed cock.

"Better be quiet. Wouldn't want them to know how close you are." You teased as he began to shake beneath you, the pleasure making him whimper as you grinned widely, all while your eyes never left him.

"I want to swallow you John B...all of it." You teased him with his own words once again before feeling him bend over you, hand in your hair tightened, before you motioned him back to his back.

"Come." You spoke with his cock positioned onto your throat. Tears and drool evidence of your enthusiasm and conviction as he could only take in the sight for a second before his restraint was obliterated.

"I'm gonna come-"

"And I'm gonna swallow...mmm..." You groaned. But as he was coming down from that high, you moved your hand at his shaft, rushing him faster as he took hold of your hand.

"Baby-"

"Keep coming baby. I want it."

"Its-fuck!" His whimpers were euphoric as you held such a strong strong at your mercy, a mercy deepening by the pleas behind his words.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"Keep coming John B, I love hearing you whimper for me..."

"I'm gonna come again...how the...fuuuuck!" This second release was shorter but stronger as it sent his ribbons onto your dress.

"Now we're even..." You pulled the excess to your lips.

"Better hope they don't ask, because I won't hesitate to tell them how good you were for me." You winked as he recuperated in the nick of time for the photo, everyone none the wiser how you stained the sweater be wore with pride, his eyes fixated on you within the snapshot, a memento of an ugly Sweater made pretty by your unified endeavors.

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prince-honeypaw · 1 year

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Hi honey! I saw your little yagi hc and I couldn't stop thinking about them, can you do more please? Once again, any age you see fit!

♡ Of course! Been a long while since I got to do any little Toshinori HCs so I hope you enjoy! And I might even continue this one in the future! ♡ Big warning: There is mentions of child abuse in the beginning of this post, so be wary!

♡ When Toshinori was fifteen years old he was given the incredible power to uphold a dream that would change the structure of hero society forever. He wanted to become a pillar of hope that people could rely on no matter what, which is a huge dream on its own, but he pursued it regardless. He took on challenge after challenge thrown at him throughout his time at UA and occasionally took comfort in this soft, safe mindscape that started to develop in his third year of school.

♡ It was an indulgence that he allowed himself, from buying nostalgic little toys that he could play off as trinkets to some less easily explained items that he simply tucked away in a shoebox under his bed, it was just a gentle haven between the difficult day to day training. He allowed himself to have this!

♡ Until he lost his mentor, Nana Shimura. When she fell, he dropped into that mindset hard for all but a few moments before Sorahiko Torino, Gran Torino, had beaten the mourning out of him. If he wanted to become this symbol he dreamed of being, he would have to make sacrifices. He took this to heart and faced the torturous training his secondary mentor inflicted upon him head-on. There was no time for him to be crying when Nana sacrificed her life for him to keep going.

♡ And keep going he did. Toshinori became more than a pillar of hope, he became a legend- The Symbol of Peace. Innocents were safe under his reign, fear was struck into the hearts of villains at the whisper of his name, and heroes strived to be half of what he could be. All it cost was everything.

♡ He sacrificed everything. Even with his sidekicks, from David Shield to Nighteye, he still gave up everything. His time, his energy, his health, his entire life, all of it in the name of his dream. So, when it finally came to an end and he lost the remaining embers of his quirk?

♡ Toshinori became lost. He no longer had to give up everything to uphold his dream because that chapter was over... He was done. And that was more frightening than any villain he had ever had to face. Old feelings started to spark up like new wounds, things long buried clawed their way back to the surface, and he still forced them down.

♡ Until he simply couldn't anymore. After dedicating himself to being Izuku's teacher, he struck up a gentle friendship with the boy's mother... She could tell he was a lonely person and with her, Toshinori felt safe and welcomed. Inko was tender, kind, and stood her ground where she needed to- All traits he valued in his late teacher. They bonded over the struggles that came with raising the next generation and feeling like there was nothing left for one to do when those kids moved on... And he just shattered.

♡ Soft, broken sobs like those of a lost child rattled his fragile chest until he was coughing up blood against his sweater sleeve, tears spilling in long rivulets. Inko moved over to him on instinct, frantically shooshing and soothing in the way only a mother could, pulling him into her chest- And getting the wind knocked out of her when he practically dove into the gentle affection. He might be thin as a rail, but Toshinori is still a big boy!

♡ Thankfully, Miss Midoriya is very accustomed to emotional kids and takes him up into her lap and tucks his head into the crook of her neck, humming a gentle tune. It settles him down enough to staunch the coughing, though he smears his face clumsily against her shoulder.

♡ Inko looks Toshinori over- Really taking in just how small he actually is. Not just in size, but in personality. He's always so timid and kind with her, but undeniably lost without his All Might persona there to pick up all the pieces. This was what being a pillar of society did to him and she can't help the pity that wells in her chest when she watched him tentatively nurse on his fingers, looking up with wide, innocent blue eyes.

♡ She can't leave him like this. After all he had done to take care of Japan and all he was doing to take care of her own son while he chased his dreams? It was high time that someone took care of him for once.

#tw: child abuse #tw: blood #sfw agere #bnha agere #Agere Yagi #Agere Inko #Honey HCs

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ermbabyel · 16 days

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{Hello! Here is my half of the matchup trade!!}

{☆} Name: Astraea

{☆} Demon slayer and Aot! (Male results please!

{☆} Female, She/her

{☆} 17, 15-20

{☆} INFP, (yay twinsies!!) 2w1 enneagram also know as the ‘Companion’.

I’m pretty shy/ reserved most of the time though I make an effort to not come off as cold or unexpressive, I always try to smile and I love doing things to make others happy. I’m a nurturer at heart and I always strive to make things easier for everyone around me, even at the cost of my own time. I’m not very good at confrontation so I could see that as being a flaw in the sense that I could keep on bottling negative things up until I have a break down or something, so I could really use someone who would care just as much as I try to. I’m pretty sensitive, on the inside more then the outside, so I think if I was with someone who didn’t pay attention or care about my feelings, I would get worn out pretty easily.

{☆} likes: I like writing, creating characters and stories to go with them. I like drawing and baking, as well as cooking. I like to read in my free time and I’ve always been fascinated by the sky, whether it’s at night or in the day. I could stare at it for hours on end and not be bored. (Idk if that’s weird or not lol) I love milk tea and onigiri!! My favorite colors are cream/white, light blue and dark blue. Dislikes: the thought of loosing everyone I’m close to, people that take advantage of others, and papaya I guess?? It’s hard to think of things lol.

{☆} I have a pretty average body shape I think, edging toward curvy with a short torso and longer legs. I have a round face,long eyes lashes, a button nose and dark brown, small-ish upturned hooded eyes. My hair is inky black and curly/wavy depending on the day. I have round glasses and I like to wear cute clips and rubber bands in my hair.

{☆} reading, writing, drawing, making fantasy maps, playing video games and more

{☆} I like to wear comfy but stylish clothes, so baggy pants and a button up+ sweater or hoodie, sometimes a casual dress with leggings. I like to wear lighter colors, most of the time blues whites creams and green.

{☆} Receiving: I honestly prefer quality time and acts of service the most. It makes me feel like I’m worth something and like the person actually likes to be around me. Giving: i tend to show people I love them by acts of service and words of affirmation. Once I’m close, the compliments will keep on coming. I’m very loyal and will do pretty much anything for a spouse as long as I love them and feel comfortable with them.

{☆} Someone who shows appreciation for me, makes me feel loved despite my flaws, and someone who can understand my feelings. I don’t think I’d get along with someone who is materialistic, as I really appreciate it when people find beauty in the small things. Introvert or extrovert doesn’t really matter, as long as they’re not overbearing/macho or controlling if you know what I mean.

Thank you so much!! I’ll get your matchup out asap!! ^^

Hi hi~! I absolutely LOVE your name! Also you seem like such a wholesome, pure soul 🥹.

This is a match up exchange and I’ve had so much fun with it! Please check out their page! 💜

In KNY, I ship you with…Tanjiro!

You and Tanjiro are such pure and kind people! Your personality also reminds me of Tanjio’s too. Even though the saying is “opposites attract”, I truly think you and Tanjiro would make such a wonderful and loving couple. And I feel like your similarities will give you both a better understanding of each other.

Tanjiro will appreciate you taking care of him and healing him back to good health after missions. Although he feels great amount of guilt for making you worry about him. He still finds it very sweet and makes sure you know how grateful he is to have you!

Whenever both of you have any down time, Tanjiro makes an effort to set up cloud/star gazing dates. He absolutely finds your fascination with the sky so cute and endearing.

Tanjiro is very doting with his friends and family. And he wouldn’t be any different with you! I can see him always making sure you’re taken care of to. Making sure you’re eating and resting when you need to. I think he’d be very in-tuned with your feelings too.

Tanjiro loves all the cute accessories you put in your hair and will ask if he can braid your hair sometimes. He enjoys how playing with your hair relaxes him after a stressful training session. Nezuko definitely wants to turn after he’s done playing with your hair lol.

Overall, just a very pure and beautiful relationship~!

In AOT, I ship you with…Amrin!

Another man who is super sweet and kind. I have a sense that you two are very loyal to your loved ones!

Armin will enjoy baking with you as a stress reliever. He’ll also playfully dip his finger in the batter and bop you on the nose just to hear your sweet laugh~

This boy gets SO blushy and flustered every time you compliment him lol. He can’t help but stutter a quiet “thank you” and gently kiss you on the cheek. He’s so happy, but his brain malfunctions and doesn’t know what to do. Also expect Jean to tease him every time he see you two together lol.

Armin also enjoys his laying video games with you. More so the fact that he can think up some strategies to help you beat the boss levels.

Armin admires your caring and nurturing personality. You give him so much strength and love on his more tougher days. He knows he can lean on you and he hopes to be a safe place for you too.

Armin would be so sweet and attentive to you. And I can see you being the same for him, which He’s very grateful for!

I hope you enjoyed your side of the exchange. I had so much fun with this~! ☺️

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shining-gem34 · 9 months

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6. What is your favorite thing about writing your current muse? (Any of them!)

Munday Questions || Accepted @etherealguard

Dan Heng/ Imbibitor Lunae

I personally like writing their monologues (actually I like writing all of my muses monologues). I do imagine during their downtime, they tend to think a lot, and they tend to overthink it when it comes to their emotions.

Dan Heng, when not focused on his archive duties, tries to process his emotions as rationally as he can. This is very noticeable whenever he's overwhelmed and needs time to sort out what he's feeling. Though, whatever conclusion he came up with tends to be logical and in the correct path that is best for everyone including himself.

Others might say he is running away.

In the case of Imbibitor Lunae...

It's a bit more complicated, because he was reborn every few centuries to lead his people and strive to uphold the Xianzhou ideology by eliminating the Plague Author remnants. He has to put the needs of others before his own; raised to become the perfect High Elder just like his predecessors were.

Yes, IL has his rebellious moments of spurning the Preceptors away and does as he wishes out of spite.

So what does IL think about?

He thinks about the world outside of the four walls of his office, of his room, and of his garden fences. A world so vast that IL longs to see it once instead of reading stories about it.

But he is an High Elder, his duty is to the Luofu and not some wild adventurer.

Yet it all changes when he meets his friends and later they became known as the High Cloud Quintet.

A constant conflict between his own needs and the needs of his people. Whatever his own desire is, even by the inquiry of his friends (and lovers), he tends to answer what is best for everyone and not himself.

But the one time he was selfish, not as the High Elder, but as an individual, it nearly destroyed his homeworld.

IL has no regrets though.

Scaramouche/Wanderer

Ah yes, the brat.

My favorite part of writing Scaramouche/Wanderer in general is that they are a menace to everyone he knows. Next after that, I just like writing scenarios wherever he's traveling, he's completely chill with it. But whenever he meets someone, or is running an errand, he will be the bitchest person in the room. Like absolutely moody af, but he still does the job.

Next after that, I do love writing the complications of Wanderer character where he's struggling to come to terms with his past. The truth he discovered will never erase his crimes, he accepted that after attempting to erase himself from history. He's not sure if he wants to face Ei, Yae Miko, or any other of the Inazumans especially the descendants that are closely entwined with his past.

But, Wanderer is aware and accepted the fact that eventually he'll have to face them even if they don't know the true history. After all, he is not looking to redeem himself, but he wants to accept retribution when it comes to him.

After he kills Dottore of course.

For Scaramouche specifically, not currently writing but hopefully in the future, I want to explore his role as the Sixth Fatui Harbinger (seen as the least favorite commander amongst the Fatui Harbingers) but also!!! I am interested in exploring how Scaramouche explores the Abyss for the Tsaritsa and his daily visits to Dottore just to be experimented on.

And that leaves him in a bad mood later on that he does take it out on his subordinates if they test his patience. Huhuhu.

Rook/Mallory (My OCs')

They are not my first OC's, but they are my favorite up to now!

Rook (who has a multiverse)- I just love writing how he doesn't give a damn about anything, but he definitely cares ALOT and he's willing to go so far for his friends! Also his horrible fashion sense like ew who wears that bright ass green jacket or that a magenta sweater that is blinding someone eye just by looking at it.

Mallory- Angst where the God of Misfortune can never be with anyone and he brings nothing but disasters to everyone and everything around him. But also I like writing myths/superstitions that came to be cause of Mallory intervention or people started making shit up. :DDD He does have some funny moments but he's usually doom and gloom and wants to be alone despite longing for company. Yet he knows it cannot happen no matter what (if he does fall in love with you, you're kind of screwed. You got a 50/50 chance that he learns not to be possessive/jealous/suffocating, or he does all three.)

#jadecoocoo (mun rambles)#jade answers (a ask)#etheralguard #||I realize I like writing muses having monologues about their internal conflict and pain they keep inflicting upon themselves.#||Or past issues they have yet to completely move on.#||Then there's fucking Rook vibing #||You can tell what my bias is but I love every one of them.#||Honorable mentions to Starry and Willow for the God/Goddess AU stuff...and Rookie too. Don't we love a Rookie who gets into trouble? :D

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Do you have any recommedation for fics with healthy relationship please? Clear communication, no abusive behaviours, no breakup for stupid reasons, both work on themselves to be better. For example Remain Nameless is my favourite.

Build (Volume I: Ashes) by JessicaLovejoyAO3 - E, 21 chapters, Words: 158,256 - Following the Battle of Hogwarts and the Fall of Voldemort, the Golden Trio work to return to some semblance of normalcy and heal. The Ministry of Magic tries to rectify their past mistakes with swift retaliation across Europe for Death Eaters and their sympathizers. Hogwarts reopens 6 months after the Second War. The story begins in summer 1998, where everyone who returns to Hogwarts must complete an extended eighth year. The condition for all involved is at least 30 sessions of mandated therapy funded by the Ministry. Inspired by: Remain Nameless by heyjude19 Remain Nameless's Draco often lamented how much time was lost with Hermione because he was a bigoted prat and mired in self-loathing. This work is a mental exercise that strives to answer the question of what would happen if DHr continued at Hogwarts after the war and had the proper supports to learn to forgive and heal together? Expect smut, therapy, and two-way notebooks.

The Order of Serpents by bl_crtz - E, 43 chapters, Words: 190,103 - During the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter walked into the forbidden forest, died, and walked out with crimson eyes as the new vessel of the Dark Lord. Since then, Hermione Granger served as an elite member of the True Order, isolating herself from other Order members and going on missions alone, not only haunted by the loss of her best friend, Harry, but Ron who had run away after the battle. Three and a half years later, Draco Malfoy shows up with his two year old son on the Order’s doorstep seeking to switch sides. Together, Draco and Hermione are forced to deal with not only each other, but their own past and confront who they’ve become because of the war.

Salvation, Restoration, Liberation by Orchid_Haven - E, WIP - Draco’s gaze dropped. “I highly doubt Granger wants to-” “Yes.” Her voice rolled through him like a stampede, causing his eyes to dart up. The insecurity that ruled Granger’s expression just a few moments before was nowhere to be found, replaced by that trademark Gryffindor – or perhaps it was simply HER – fire. “Let’s talk, Malfoy. I want to.” She spoke without a single waver, and Draco knew he was fucked. --- Amidst the desperate search for Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem, Hermione gets separated from Ron in the Room of Hidden Things, where she suffers an unusual encounter with Draco Malfoy - who quickly shows that he is no longer himself. In every way imaginable. A story of love, connection, forgiveness, healing, and self-acceptance. Oh, and werewolves.

Naughty Girl by riddikulus_puff - E, 2 chapters - Hermione Granger loved that her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, owned a French restaurant, la fleur en feu, which was the new hot spot on the street of Diagon Alley. Yes, Hermione may have owned her own bookstore, which was always full of Muggle and Magical books, but her boyfriend’s business was the talk all over London town. The opening night celebrations of Draco’s restaurant called for new things to be explored. Mainly, Hermione’s first introductions to public sex.

Two Weeks Without Her by sweetestsorrows (katschako) - T, one-shot - After weeks of no sex, Draco is absolutely, positively, without a doubt certain that Hermione is going to end their relationship. Why else won't she let him do more than kiss her? He convinces himself that she must not love him any longer, refusing to entertain their friends' attempts at persuading him otherwise. No other plausible reasons exist for her odd behaviour and, in a drunken state, he demands Blaise take him to her flat so they they can settle it, once and for all.

Sweater Weather by Terrapin8 - E, one-shot - "Thought you liked it when I wore these?" She supplied tauntingly, turning her head to flash him a smile. "Oh, I do," he answered, placing a swift kiss to her mouth. She kept him in place and mumbled against his lips. A silencing charm. Draco grinned at her, reaching around blindly in search of the closure, fiddling with the first button until it came open. Followed by the next. And the next. Until the article of clothing landed in a heap by their feet. "Though I think I prefer them on the floor even more."

The Healer's Guide To Transfiguration by malpal132 - E, one-shot - It happens like this: Hermione is hunched over her desk like some kind of Tolkien goblin, essentially deep-throating three Sambal fish tacos from Del Seoul in a desperate bid to finish a late lunch before her next appointment (she’d rather choke to death than be late) when a light knock on the open door makes her head snap up. “Dr. Granger?” Holy shit. Holy shit. Her previous nonchalance about choking to death vanishes when she sees who’s standing in her door and a piece of fish hunkers down for a long winter in her esophagus. “Are you--shall I perform the Heimlich?” He asks, face familiar and concerned as he moves a step closer. “I don't think your face should be that shade of purp--” She cuts him off by vomiting into the trash can. Airway finally clear, she gulps a few greedy breaths. Her lungs expand and her face burns, and Hermione genuinely wonders if she’s hallucinating. She’s not prone to fantastical thinking even though she’s well acquainted with the fantastic, but...why else would Draco Malfoy be standing in front of her? Malfoy, on crutches. Malfoy, handing her a tissue? Malfoy, but...not. It’s complicated.

Chosen by 5moreminutes - E, 68 chapters, Words: 218,570 - Draco Malfoy has a mission to complete, and no one can help him. Spending nights stuck on Prefect duty with Hermione Granger only adds to his problems. Doesn't it? Or is it possible that their unlikely relationship could alter the course of the Second Wizarding War -- if the Boy Who Made All the Wrong Choices can get this one thing right? Come for the medium-burn Dramione, stay for Magical lore and new twists on the canon we love (and love to change)

-Lisa

#anonymous #healthy relationship

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breakingcatbad · 3 months

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Why the Long Face (a personal fan narrative)

Introduction

“When you find yourself lost and disoriented and underwater and you don't know which way is up, it's important to breathe” (Waksberg, R. B., & Santamaria, V. 2016).

Television has a remarkable ability to transcend mere entertainment and resonate with viewers on a deeply personal level. For me, "Bojack Horseman" exemplifies this, as its poignant exploration of themes like personal responsibility, forgiveness, and self-improvement truly struck a chord with me. In this essay I will talk about how Bojack Horseman allowed me to begin to break bad habits and helped me fight my social anxiety.

Drowning

Since I'm lazy I will let IMDb explain the plot of Bojack horseman for me. Bojack Horseman is about the titular BoJack Horseman (a horse) who was “the star of the hit television show "Horsin' Around" in the '80s and '90s, but [is now] washed up, living in Hollywood, complaining about everything, and wearing colorful sweaters” (IMDb Writers 2014)

But what does this alcoholic horse have to do with me? Well, let me take you back to when I was younger, not that much younger than I am now.

I was someone who struggled to take responsibility for who I was. I'd blame others for my problems, never really looking inward to become a better person. In class, I'd stick to my four close friends, failing to connect with anyone else due to my lacking social skills. It felt like I was sinking in a pit of tar, with no way out. Even with my close friends, I felt extremely lonely, lacking any meaningful connections with those around me. It left me grappling with a profound sense of existential unease.

This cycle persisted into my sophomore year and deep into the COVID pandemic without any real change. But deep down, I knew there was potential within me to strive for something better, something more, rather than remaining stuck in who I was.

So, during the depths of COVID, almost by chance and perhaps as a means of escapism, I found myself indulging in the show about a horse with daddy issues.

Attempting to swim

From the very first episode, I felt an undeniable connection to Bojack—a washed-up actor grappling with the ghosts of his past. Like him, I had spent years wrestling with my own feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, unable to confront the root causes of my dissatisfaction. This internal dissatisfaction spurred on a wave of social anxiety that prevented me from truly or meaningfully opening up to anyone, which only made me more miserable. Despite the outward appearances of a somewhat well adjusted person, I knew deep down that a sense of purpose, of authenticity, of connection was missing from my life. It was this existential hole that "Bojack Horseman" so poignantly reflected back onto myself that forced me to confront the uncomfortable truths lurking beneath the surface of my own life.

Throughout the series, BoJack's attempts at change are met with failure, highlighting the difficulty and gradual nature of personal transformation. It's a reminder that change isn't easy—it requires hard work and the humility to acknowledge one's own shortcomings. One of my favorite quotes from season two that helps exemplify this idea comes from a jogging baboon (not exactly a central character, he just jogs). He tells BoJack, "It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day —that's the hard part. But it does get easier" (Waksberg, R. B., Aron Elijah, & Young Jordan)

With this wisdom in mind, I began to embrace the journey of self-improvement and began to climb what seemed like an insurmountable mountain in front of me. One of the first habits I tackled was my hygiene,which sounds boring, I know. Looking back, I realize I was probably dealing with some level of depression. I hardly left my room except for essentials like food or haircuts. Anyways, the first step I took was improving my consistency with hygiene. I started brushing my teeth twice a day and made an effort with skincare, rather than spending all day in bed doing nothing. It may sound small, but at the time, I felt genuinely proud of this progress and thus began the journey out of the abyss and into the unknown.

Swimming As I kept watching the show and its seasons unfolded, I found myself pushing beyond my comfort zone. I picked up new skills like learning how to take care of suits, car care, and even eyebrow care (yes I am insane why do you ask). While they may seem trivial, these small victories meant a lot to me. It was also around this time that I began to prioritize my fitness.

What kept me going throughout all of this was the realization that if anything was going to change, I had to be the one to make it happen. I didn't want to follow in BoJack's footsteps, constantly blaming his upbringing for who he became. Sure, my own upbringing had its challenges (though I know others have had it worse), but I refused to let it define me. I wanted to become someone I could truly be proud of.

Once I understood the role I played in shaping my own life and realized I could distance myself from my past, I started making genuine efforts to change. This was a journey BoJack struggled with throughout the series, getting close to meaningful change in season 6 but often slipping back into old habits due to his past actions. Yet, what I admire about the show is how BoJack's actions always catch up to him, teaching me to confront my own habits head-on.

One of my biggest challenges in this journey was working out. Just to be clear, I don't believe that not working out makes you inferior to people that do. For me, working out became a way to build confidence and shed insecurities about my body.

In the past, I struggled with insecurity and faced hurtful comments about my physique. So, I decided to take charge and hit the gym LIKE THE TRUE MAN I AM. But let me tell you, pushing yourself to the limit six days a week isn't easy. However, I kept reminding myself that my actions would shape my future, drawing inspiration from BoJack's journey through rehab.

Continuing to work out and eat better, I started to see results. It wasn't anything dramatic, but it made a significant difference in how I viewed myself. This brings me to what I consider the final frontier of personal development for myself: dealing with my own anxiety

Taking a Breath

BoJack Horseman delves into depression, but it also shines a light on how anxiety often goes hand in hand with it. Throughout the show, BoJack turns to drugs and alcohol to cope with his anxiety, while his tendency to avoid difficult situations is often rooted in fear.

For me, anxiety has been a lifelong companion, especially during the chaos of COVID-19. It felt like my anxiety was this relentless force, tugging at me constantly. Simple tasks became monumental challenges. I'd shake just trying to swipe my credit card at the store. It was like my mind was on overdrive, overthinking everything and leaving little room for anything else.

I became trapped in this cycle of self-doubt, just like BoJack. But watching his journey made me realize something profound: my insecurity came from being too focused on myself. I was so worried about how I appeared to others that I couldn't truly connect with them.

In BoJack's journey toward redemption, he learns to think beyond himself and faces his fears head-on. That inspired me to tackle my anxiety. Now, I'm not saying it's easy to just "get over" anxiety—it's different for everyone. But I knew I had to try.

So, I started pushing myself into uncomfortable situations, knowing it would shape me for the better. And you know what? It worked. Slowly but surely, I began to see positive changes in myself. It's been a journey, but I'm proud of how far I've come.

Conclusion

Bojack Horseman has had a profound impact on my life, not to imply that it has necessarily cured any of my vices, but I am proud to say I am in a much better position now than I was then. I have genuine people I can rely on, and I've made strides in improving myself physically, mentally, and emotionally. Overall, I feel like a better version of myself, and that's something I'm proud of. I am happy that I was able to come across this show when I did, and I am forever grateful for the opportunity it helped allow for me.

#bojack horseman #bojack netflix #bojack quotes #diane nguyen #todd chavez #herb kazzaz #princess carolyn #sarah lynn

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cheerful-solitude · 1 year

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May I ask about your ocs?

Ok thank god tumblr doesn’t seem to have any character limit so I can go on for as long as possible.

Now, I don’t have much OCs as I have more of, “I wrote AUs about ToG and the characters within has strayed so far from canon they might as well be their own characters.”

There are probably more than thirty of them at this point, so I’ll go on a brief intro for 19 of them. Some have more lore than others, and some have their stories published in their interwebs, while most are stil in the WIP zone.

I know this answer is… quite late? Life got in the way, and it took some time for me to come up with a way to explain-but-also-not-explain the timelines… Enjoy ;)

New Message

To: Diana

Cc: muqin.1976

Subject: TTTs All Patch Notes (This should’ve been a meeting oh my god…)

Attached are all the images of the designs the rest of the agents and I put together. Look at them as you read along. If you have any questions, ask Father (Do not ask me which one. You know which one.)

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T21 V1.4 Patch Notes:

- No drastic changes have been made since the previous patch, so we continue in Version 1.

- All colors except red have aged like that grain of rice on the corner of the living room that couldn’t be swept by the broom: brittle and full of dust.

- Fella’s eyes that are too high on his face are still endearing to our design agents, so they stay.

- Fella has been given a jacket to “kill the bright red of his sweater”, and raise his Badass points by 20%

- Gris’s features have been sharpened. An agent has died of severe cuts to their psyche, informed that it was too hot.

- Gris has a coat to pair the 1920s Great Depression aesthetic he’s got going with the shirt and overalls.

T18 V1.1.2 Patch Notes:

- As these are just alternates outfits to mirror T6’s Snowdin Season, we continue on Version 1.1

- Night has slightly shorter hair and an earring. She is considered “cute”.

- Our agents can’t tell whether we have illustrated Agnis or Canon Khun. This is considered a win. We were later informed that the only difference, really, is that Agnis’ hair is longer.

T20 V1.4 Patch Notes:

- Finalized the height difference between Grace and Aguero. Changes in silhouette and basic design are minor aside from that.

- Grace’s hair is messier with split ends. Flowers are not so much delicately placed as they are tangled.

- Grace’s mismatched colored pupils are not a mistake. The tiny tears might be there permanently.

- Aguero’s tsundere points are increased to 9000.

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T19 V0.3 Patch Notes

- This timeline has yet to debut with a story of its own. Until then, development is underway.

- Bee has been given a “Your cousin, the skater” look. They may actually know how. There is a bee sewn on their jean jacket (jeacket?), for anyone that forgets their name.

- Congratulations to Romina for being the first Khun to pull off the Chara cheeks. Clearly, our agents have been watching too many FNAF videos, as she now looks a Puppet prototype runaway.

- Nobody expected that they would rise the rankings in drip.

T22 V.2.1 patch notes:

- Woele’s shirt has been changed to red to add more color variety to his design.

- Maoyu’s clothes has been simplified, as his design is already “pretty colored”

- The use of the “tile” feature and “warp” feature in drawing allows the creation of a knit pattern effect - especially liked in Maoyu’s vest as is looks like fish scales

- As always, references for Woele’s wings were necessary.

T14 V.3.0 Patch notes:

- As always, we strive to improve the visual appeal of our characters by keeping what works and improving what doesn’t.

- GBK’s color scheme is considered “iconic” and “swell matte” by one of our agents, so it has stayed in this third version.

- Although it’s considered “cheesy and on-the-nose”, the Roman numeral XIV will stay on the belt as well.

- The scarf from the short, “Phantom”, has finally been added to GBK’s design. Thanks to it, a new tile pattern is available for our use.

- Ghost no longer exists as of version 3.0. A tragedy for the agents that liked the booty shorts and ‘OwO’ face.

- Due to the previous note, whether the ‘GBK’ nickname will stay or not is up in the air. For consistency’s sake, the pseudonym will stay until further notice.

R17 V.1.3 - Knife - Patch Notes:

- Improved the “Kirio” look on Knife’s face.

- A research agent found that Yan’s hoodie used to be pink. Since Yan and Knife are cut from the same cloth, Knife now has this pink hoodie, with minor adjustments to fit his aesthetic.

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T26 V0.2 Patch Notes:

- No relevant changes have happened since the previous version.

- All members of the department have agreed to leave them alone for a little longer.

- They do not yet know these are the days they’ll miss.

E10 V1.4 Patch Notes:

- Kept the ace color palette in this version.

- Brought back C!Bam’s [NICKNAME PENDING] cape. No nipple-looking polkadots this time.

- New pattern available: Lace 01

- Gave C!Khun [NICKNAME PENDING*] a ‘mafia boss’ look. It’s the equivalent of a red flag, some agents acclaim. Surely, everyone will know not to trust him in any future games.

- Decided that not enough people had undercuts. C!Khun has one now (not visible from this image).

*An agent has suggested the nickname “Druval”, as the hairstyle is reminiscent of an old classmate by the same name. That classmate was also smart and a trickster. Pending revision.

T15 V.2 Patch Notes:

- Shaved some years off of Khun and gave them to Bam. A loss for height difference, a win for ‘Can comfortably write KB’.

- Reduced points in Bam’s “babie” category, put them in “disaster” and “charisma” instead.

- Further use of the warp tool to create patterned garments that could be sold on EBay.

- Gave Khun hearing aids and a backstory to go with it.

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T2-1 V1.4 Patch Notes:

- Rune gets its 726362 design - now with actual terms and key words to use as future reference. (It’s a bastard sword).

- Decided that Knight is a polo shirt guy.

- Fixed Prince’s fluff collar.

T16 V1.2 Patch Notes:

- This patch comes with more updates for Glasses than Dete. The former now has a one-piece made with canvas-like fabric, and some arm warmers.

- Added more fluff to Dete’s hair (and the timeline).

T23 V2.0.3 Patch Notes

- Admitted that trying to make a reference sheet for anything other than their faces is a waste of time, as they change outfits Swifter than Taylor changes partners (and sexuality, apparently).

- All agents can agree, though, that the King’s outfits get comfier over time.

- No one has yet dared to come up with proper nicknames for King-Khun and Not-yet-king-Bam. No pseuds are as practical as K!Khun and K!Bam, so it’s understandable.

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T2-2 V2.1 Patch Notes:

- THEY DON’T NEED TO CHANGE THEY ARE PERFECT

- That said, management decided Skel should be more fragile, like glass. Needs to depend on a firefish to continue living in this form. They also said they just want to see a ribcage fish bowl.

R17 - Ryan - V1.0.2 Patch Notes:

+ It’s been requested that Ryan must be at least five timelines away from Knife at all times. As a company, we always go the extra mile, so we’ve placed him six timelines away in this lineup.

+ Begun the use of prints on shirts.

+ We have saved budget thanks to Ryan not having a face.

E11 V1.1 Patch Notes:

- Although it is dubious whether the entities known as Frost and Daffodil continue to live as shades of themselves after their deaths, the original timeline and characters are still very much real. The designs in this patch, thus, reflect the versions of them that were alive.

- An agent submitted a note that summarizes a new addition to this patch better than I: “Oh my god they are T4T.”

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E12 V2 Patch Notes:

- Mariam’s design has reverted back to its original idea: kind of dead, sharp shapes, tiny waist.

- There is uncertainty in whether the entity known as Palomo is real or just a product of Mariam’s imagination due to guilt.

- Decided to go back to the original idea for Omo: just a really creepy doll.

T5 V4.2 Patch Notes:

- Clearly, the timeline with the most drastic revisions.

- This patch comes with Viole’s ‘emo’ design presented in January. We sent feedback to Mother at this request, summarized as thus: “Really?”.

- As a response, we only got, “It stays.” So it stays.

- No one is sure why Viole has a bedhead.

- Hang in there, Kitten.

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T4 V2 Patch Notes:

- Including Clover here is more a formality than anything. His design was finalized over a year ago, and his story wrapped up way before that.

- That said, V2 brings the problem that the First Meeting Event, Second Meeting Event, and all other storylines stemming from that (basically two-thirds of our stored data), has essentially been… rebooted.

- Once again, someone decided to fork up all our plans.

T17 V2 Patch Notes:

- Both Yan and Ket have had redesigns recently. This is just a late roll-out.

- For Ket, we tried a more “DIY plush” look to his design. Some agents are crying with the knowledge that they have to make at least six other versions of this blanket. Others are already looking for shortcuts.

- As for Yan, he had a long overdue design coming. The agents like the futuresque/streetwear hood. One of the agents nicked his eyebrow.

- Unlike Version 1, Poff comes earlier in the timeline. What this means for future updates is yet to be l solved as we go.

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#cheer soli speaks #tower of god #the 25th bam #khun aguero agnis #tower’s tale #god………this took a while

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Hey Paola 🖤🖤 how are you doing? Any headcanons on your mind today?

heya 🌷 i’m doing good! hope you’re having a great day 🥰

i actually have one for once! you know how newlyweds (or people who didn’t have the best childhoods growing up) are almost always eager to create new traditions with their loved ones? well, i think Ian and Mickey would be no different! they try and come up with new traditions every year around this time, like Ian baking a particular dessert on christmas eve, or Mickey crafting cheesy ornaments for their christmas tree with his nieces and nephews; them organizing a game night every year around new year’s eve or putting on the same ugly sweaters at every family dinner and outing. some new traditions stick (mostly the ones involving the kids), but what they realize as time goes on is that them trying to come up with something of their own, striving to make up for time and happiness lost, was their very own tradition all along 🎄💙

#💙💙💙#ask

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👁️😭👪💤☕️🍁🕷️🙈📣🔪 for tobyyyyyyyy OMG i just realised i sent a fuck ton here... you don't have to do them all... i even had to stop myself from sending more LMAO

sjdjjdjefkjdfk dw about it omg i lovw talking about this guy sm <3 thank uuuu!!!

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

Dark brown!!! And ajdjfjfjf yeah many definitely do :')

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

OUGH. Definitely something really bad happening to him or people close to him, and also stress </3

As for crying itself... Toby's social environment during his childhood and teenage years was sadly...not so good </3. Competitiveness and overall toxic environment really affected him, and so he started to hide his emotions so he wouldn't look "weak" among his peers. He's slowly getting rid of this habit but waking up in Halcyon and seeing all that definitely fucked up all the process he had :(

Crying is something that's really hard for him to show, and to be honest I don't think that he's ever done it in front of anyone else but Klara :(

putting the rest under the cut so this post won't be so long on the dash ajdjfkffkf

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

Tobias's dad & mother got divorced when he was six, and his mother decided to cut all ties between them, so Toby didn't really know his father until like, accidentally meeting him a few months before leaving Earth. They managed to catch up a little and I'd say they had a good relationship 🥺

As for his mother and stepfather...It's bad (tm). He comes from a place where competition was strong among the community even btwn children which already brought some pressure ino his life, but while you'd think he'd get at least some support from his family, nope. His mother and stepfather wanted a perfect child, someone who's always on the top of all kind of competitions, school tests and hobbies. And while he managed to do what they wanted, it has definitely affected his mental health AND his relationship with them.

They wanted him to become a doctor, but he hated even the idea of it. That's not what he wanted. And so, when the time came to apply to college, he instead chose the one that was as far away from home and chose the subject he loved the most - a first time he actually made his own choice instead of following his parents' wishes. They reacted strongly, disagreeing and saying that they do not want someone who didn't want to strive for the best to be part of their family, and were like, "maybe you should think about it and go to x instead." He realized that there really is no point in staying in a family that only sees him as a way to show off in front of neighbors, instead of appreciating him as he is, and left. They haven't seen each other after that.

Does he have siblings? Yes, a sister. But he doesn't know about her :(

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

No 😭 He's the worst at falling asleep and it might take him an hour on average to actually fall asleep. Additionally to just not being able to fall asleep quickly, another problem is that he's so used to the way he slept back on Earth (lots of pillows, ability to open the window, Klara sleeping close to him etc etc.) it's even harder for him to fall asleep. The bed isn't comfortable (until he manages to collect more pillows better blanket) and at first he just ends up getting so exhausted that he just. falls asleep on the sofas in the kitchen. Somehow that's more comfortable?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

Hot drinks!! He loves hot coffee or tea <3 His favorite drink is latte with vanilla syrup :3

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Autumn!!! He loves how colorful the trees are, the rainy weather, and of course finally getting to wear sweaters.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Fear or eye trauma is a big one, he's so afraid of it that he starts feeling very uncomfortable even when seeing a simple photo of it.

He's also scared of deep water. Rivers and ponds are fine, but if it's something where you can't stand and still have your head above water, he's not even stepping close to the water.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Self doubt 😔 Everyone tends to see him as someone who's always confident and sure about everything he does, but that is definitely not who he is. He's always bad at decisions, tends to dwell on his mistakes and other possible outcomes, and never believes in his own skills. But why shatter everyone's image of himself by showing that side to them?

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

I'd say he's definitely not loud. I don't really have a voice claim for him sadly and my brain is...bad with voices, especially describing? So not really able to answer that yet BUT I'll definitely get back to this question hehe <3

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

This guy will blame himself for literally anything, even if he had nothing to do with it tbh 😔 BUT since we're talking about what he'd do, I would definitely say that he would be helping them as much as he can 🥺

oc emoji asks

#asks #oc: tobias

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