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shwarmii · 9 months

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how can you like drunk angst over first kiss?? 🥺

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characters discussed belong to @dakotawritesif / @disenchantedif

omg, so easily lol

bc its not just drunk angst, it is drunk angst about knowing their ex is gonna DIE, UNNATURALLY, AND SOON and pining/having never made up with them

but also im an asmr/audio-roleplay connoisseur*, so like, uh, also the following here. yeah. this primes me up to LOVE drunk ex scenario regret/pining shit lol (you'll have to excuse all these audios being men btw, i have a soft spot for deep voices and there isnt many deep-voiced women VAs in the audio-roleplay community (unfortunately foR MEEEE UGHH), much less many that have a video involving this niche Drunk Ex trope anyway lmao rip (same with the audios all being either "for Anybody" or "for Females". i don't currently have any "for Males" in this niche, even tho im the type of enby that listens to all three types of "for [you]" audios. alas. boo hiss))

none of these are "Luci-Inserts" btw, moreso "Evidence of why OF COURSE I AM MORE HYPED FOR DRUNK HALLWAY OVER FIRST KISS", like a vision board kinda sorta lmao

When Your Ex Drunk Calls You (I Miss You) (Slurred Speech) (Funny) (ASMR) (M4A).. (Fun fact: this VA is Scottish. also M4A = Male For Anyone, not just M4M (male for male) or M4F (male for female))

(this one is by the same Scottish VA) When You Drink With Your Ex (Kissing) (Exes to Lovers) (Drunk) (Regret) (Wholesome) (M4A) (ASMR)

(more of this Scottish VA bc he makes me laugh) When Your Crush Drunkenly Confesses To You (Singing Idiot) (Taking Care Of Him) (Silly) (ASMR) (M4A) (bonus there is a morning-after part two to this one yay)

Your Drunk Best Friend Wants You Gor Valentines [M4A] [Tsundere] [Confession] [Sober Listener] (and this one has a part two about the morning-after too)

ASMR Voice: I Should Have Told You [M4A] [Drunk Voicemail] [Ex-boyfriend] [Missing you] [Regret]

Audio Roleplay for Women | "Orbit" | Drunken Confession

Audio RP: Your Ex-boyfriend Asks For Another Chance [M4A] (not drunk but i love this one) (also it has a part two as well yayyy)

this one ((M4A but he does say you have a "pretty face") bc i do like Luci being upset someone is going to hurt the MC) and this one ((M4F) because i like the frustration lmao rip) also fit the vibe but neither are drunk or exes lmao rip

like, you would think as someone who is chronically ill to the point that my meds say "absolutely no alcohol (and one used to say no weed, idk if im still on that one, id have to go check)" that i would not give a shit about drunk scenarios buT I DO LOVE IT IN FICTION SO MUCH. my irl friends also like getting drunk on/off, or high, and my forced sobriety due to meds (and also family history, let's be honest. i do come from a long line of addicts, apparently, best i dont get involved, and i never have been) means i get to play Designated Driver pretty often. so i do recognize some realities/fantasties in the scenario. but also, god, i love the trope because it allows for such forced vulnerabilities, i fucking love whump fics, and a drunk ex fic is really just a whump fic with no bruises

and, ngl, i do think it is more likely we will get a First Kiss pov somewhere down the line if it loses than i think we will get a Hallway pov if it loses

plus, they were like what, 10?? 11??? idk how old they were when Luci/MC got together. but i know these fuckers are fresh out of high school and Luci is getting drunk, which means biTCHES ARE UNDERAGE DRINKING (which is an interesting characterization for Luci that i think reveals a lot about the Rivera parents as well as Luci's connections to wealth/alcohol), so there is that drama of "hide, hide, hide!!" if nothing else

and, again, then there's not only the angst of "ah, my ex-partner and/or -best friend" and the wanting to make up platonically/romantically but there is also the angst of "i knOW YOU'RE GOING TO GET MURDERED SOON AND IM NOT READY TO GO TO YOUR FUNERAL BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP THIS" kind of "lost time", "call for rain-check until you can't" angle too. plus, i could see Luci being protective or frustrated or terrified, there are so many fun angles no matter the platonic/romantic additional feelings involved. and, because of how this pov works, there isnt going to be a kiss or anything happening. so it's just going to be slow-burn (to friends or lovers, idk your mc) and pining (platonic pining is a thing), i love that for me specifically lmao

but i do, like, get it. i get what you mean. if i thought this ask was mean-spirited, i wouldve deleted it and not answered; but i read this as "lol yeah that is fucked of me huh lmao you right". bc, YEAH, first kiss is romantic, drunk in your shared hallways is NOT lmao rip but i dont care if its romantic or not, i care that its making my guts get all twisted up. and the angst of (1) drunk ex that needs to taken care of (or needs to run away from you, either or) (2) thinks youre going to be murdered/in an accident and die soon and (3) may/may not still be in love with you and (4) knows they dont have enough time to reconcile with you and make-up for lost time... ngl, that is going to impact me more than a first kiss. im ready for the tragedy. fucking love this kinda shit

also i have my own hcs about my mc, Giselle "Gigi" Kraven, and Luci Rivera's first kiss. so. that probably also plays a role in all this bUT HEY!! IM STILL TRYING FOR THE 50/50 LMAO RIP WE ARE HELPING EACH OTHER, MY COMRADE 🤝 YOU GET (DOOMED) FLUFF AND I GET (ALSO DOOMED) DRUNK ANGST, THAT'S A WIN-WIN LOL

*i would like to add: i have no idea if any of these VAs have drama or something. i dont pay attention to the fandoms, except vaguely for Redacted Audios because of the theories and world-building happening there (which the video here doesnt have much to do with), but otherwise i am so fucking ignorant bc i do not look these people up, i just watch their videos. i have been burned too many times by the Steven Universe fandom and other such communities and whatnot to get involved in fandoms i am only casually into, so i just only stick my nose into fandoms/creators i am die-hard into and dont delve into the rest, thanks for understanding if i may be out of the loop ✌️

#shwarmi #me #disenchanted if #disenchanted #luci rivera #edit: ngl the Cardlin video (or however you spell his name) swuicks me out a bit bc he says ''[I miss] Your body..'' and i went #EW UGH GROSS GET AWAY FROM ME but it was two words so ill allow it to stay on the list bc not everybody is so anti towards the #idea of other people seeing them as sexy. gahh i hate being seen as sexually appealing. makes me wanna gag ugh #*squicks

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 1 year

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Takia & Rhys are platonic friends, so i'd rather not watch a sex scene BUT scattered clothes/waist-up naked bed cuddling/jumping each other when the Passion Grows Too Great/overheard moans etc. would all be excellent. Also maybe a scene right after they have sex, where Ed's snoring & then it pans over to Stede whose expression is just 🤩🤩 like when Arnold Schwarzenegger loses his virginity in Twins.

Not to be like, a sex worker on main, but this is such a weird take to me.

Like first of reason it's a weird take is, I've done a fake sex scene in a filming situation before (it was for a friend's art school project as a teenager and it lasted exactly 10 seconds so it was like not serious or comparable) and trust me acting in a sex scene is not very much like having sex. And unlike what I did there's gonna be a whole intimacy coordinator and set choreographer and all that shit on set which is gonna make it even less like having sex. Like from what I gather through the grape vine if there's a blackbonnet sex scene is season 2 like what I described what happened was they took the worlds stiffest weirdest blanket that was specifically frozen into one position, and then there were like 5 people sitting just of screen in those directors chairs pausing it every few minutes to make sure everything that's happening is above board, and they're wearing jeans under that blanket, and Rosie Darby and Rita Ora are also off screen in a chair just to make sure it doesn't get to narsty (i've heard of actors spouses sitting in on sex scenes before Idk if that's standard practice but it's a thing I've heard of). So a sex scene is not sex let's just start there. You're on a set with a bunch of fucking cameras, nobody is touching anybody else's junk, they will literally make fake prosthetic junk for them to touch before they let the actors touch each other, and nobody is actually even naked. Like even in episode 8, the least sexual nudity ever, Buttons the character may have been butt fucking naked but Ewen Bremner had one of those skin color tape on g strings that makes you look like a ken doll down there.

The second reason it's a weird take for me is, as someone who has done sex work before... truly getting paid to fuck a platonic friend sounds like a dream scenario. Like that sounds like the most normal scenario I can think of. Like you would already care pretty deeply about each other's comfort level, you would be able to get passed the awkward "so uh, hi I'm ___ I guess we're having sex now" thing because that's your buddy you know them. You can meme with each other to diffuse the tension. Absolute best case scenario. Like that's not what's happening here because like I said they're super not having sex, but I were watching a porno the actors being platonic friends IRL would not ruin it for me because that sounds like literally so much chiller than fucking a stranger for money to me.' I prefer a John I've seen before personally. (not that those two types of sex work are the same)

The third reason this is weird to me is because... we've like, seen them kiss, presumably we want them to kiss again. But that is where the acting is real. Does them being platonic friends ruin the kiss for you too? Because they actually kissed each other. Unlike a sex scene that would not be fake.

The final reason is, like I said, we're not watching Rhys and Taika have sex because they didn't have sex (for this). But we are watching Ed and Stede have sex. Ed and Stede are not platonic friends, so the people you're watching have sex (Ed and Stede) are very much attracted to each other.

TL;DR: Any sex scene they would do on OFMD is all smoke and mirrors. Even if they literally showed us a dick going into an ass (which they're super not gonna do) that is prosthetics, ass molds and cgi. So Rhys and Taika being platonic friends who aren't attracted to each other irl should be of no object. If you would prefer to see a scene like you described rather than a full blown sex scene that's fine, but Taika and Rhys being Just Friends is quite possibly the most nonsensical reason to not want to see it. It's fine to feel weird about seeing sex on tv like that's ok you don't have to come up with some reason.

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gingerylangylang1979 · 1 year

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Black Women & BWWM Ships

I’m a Black woman, I sometimes like interracial ships, sometimes I don’t. But I will say that race isn’t the deciding factor in me shipping the BWWM ships that I have shipped in my life. The BWWM ships I have obsessed over are Richonne, Spock and Uhura for a minute (but I got bored with that franchise super quick), and Carmy x Sydney. There is a Black woman, Tamar, on The Chosen (the only other show I currently watch) and I want to ship her with somebody because she’s fierce and it would be interesting but nobody stands out for her yet. The only core male characters close to her are Jewish (the Apostles) so I would ship her with a white man by default but honestly it wouldn’t matter to me if it’s one of them or a fellow African who joins later.

Anyways, I’ve also hated or been indifferent to BWWM ships. A few that come to mind are Tara and Sam from True Blood (just awkward), Olivia and pretty much anyone on Scandal (I liked that show for the high drama but after a while thought her and all the boos sucked and dropped that show), and basically any BWWM pairing that seems forced (so many shows try to throw this in to be edgy or whatever and it seems token and lame).

My point is I’m not swayed just because a relationship is interracial. I just like what I like. A couple who has chemistry, interesting parallels, partnership, a common bond, obstacles they have to overcome (any good written romance does not come easy), an interesting world they inhabit together, and they look cute together (I can be a little superficial, why not) are going to suck me in regardless of racial dynamics.

Why am I writing this and who cares? I remember back in my days of the Richonne fandom there being a popular sentiment coming from some haters that only “desperate Black women” shipped Richonne. That isn’t even true because they are actually quite popular with all races, people are just gonna hone in on the “desperate Black women”. I remember the canon reaction videos, it was a widely diverse audience that was like “finally”. But I guess I’m waiting for that shoe to drop with The Bear fandom. There has already been some questionable posting about the pair but nothing as outright toxic and bad faith as I saw with Richonne... yet. Like, people literally calling Michonne manly. We’ve already got the sibling lameness and the they are strictly mentor/mentee claims so I don’t think the rest is far behind.

People swore Rick and Michonne were like siblings, they made a great team but not that kind of team, it would be weird if they kiss, a romance would be forced, Michonne is gonna get the Negan bat to the head, she was Carl’s babysitter, they are too much alike, etc. Rick was also shipped with any white woman on the show or people hoped The One would show up for him all while ignoring the obvious setup that was years in the making. Now, I’m not saying any BWWM pairing can’t have legit criticism and people legit just aren’t for it (of any race because plenty of Black people are not about the swirl)... but BWWM inspire a unique disdain historically.

A lot of people can’t imagine romance with these characters because they are sheltered TBH. I think the confusion that exists with Richonne and Carmy x Sydney in particular is because they get a Kerry Washington type being an ingenue who attracts the white lead but someone less glam in the way most of society sees glam throws them if a white man wants them. A white woman can be less than glam and they will get it. But with a Black woman it doesn’t register or make them comfortable. It doesn’t compute. It could be conscious or unconscious. I get it, I see it, I’m not sheltered. I’ve seen couples IRL that look like Richonne and Carmy x Sydney. It exists, it’s real, and it makes great fiction. Black women will support it in a story if it makes sense.

Now, granted I do think some fetishize interracial relationships and that has its issues but I also think Black women are going to love... Black women being loved, by anybody regardless of gender, orientation, or race. We just want romance and a compelling story. If there happens to be a Black person that could be paired with a Black woman but if it just doesn’t make sense, it just doesn’t. Or maybe it could be an ok couple but it wouldn’t be as epic as the BWWM pairing being developed. We pick up on what is being given to us.

I think if people don’t see blatant lust or intense flirting between a pair right away they assume we are imagining things. Many don’t often see the tiny sparks and hints or room for romance to grow and develop deeply for Black women characters. We are complex, too. We sometimes have to stumble, and be awkward, and push away, and be conflicted. I think any subtlety with a budding romance gets easily lost with Black women characters. When it’s a white man opposite us it can be hard for many to see it for what it is if it doesn’t read as obvious to them. But we see what we see and it just may be a fine white man and a beautiful Black woman navigating a nuanced something, something until it becomes SOMETHING.

#richonne #twd #the walking dead #michonne #rick grimes #michonne grimes #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmy x sydney #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto

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inaaya-goddess-of-dimensions · 4 months

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Trapped online Chapter 2- Story between light and Darkness

Inaaya: *wakes up and yawns* what time is it? -OH SHITTTT! *puts on cloths on quickly* today is my big day that i will go out with Saraya and Sorah to pick this Derek person, idk who he is but i hope he's cool like Sorah or nice like Saraya. anyways i can't wait! *goes downstairs* oh yeah King XY wanted to speak to me, *goes to the throne room* King XY i am here now,

King XY: *talking to the guards* so i want the soldiers to be on the look-out for anybody outside this kingdom and check the perimeter for any storm glitches they can be on the hunt for people irl as well anyways you lot be careful,

Guard1: Understood sir,

King XY: good, -oh good morning Inaaya i see your up and Saraya, Sorah haven't woken up yet have they?

Inaaya: *looks back to see if they are* errrr nope.

King XY: *sighs* they're meant to be up 10 mintues ago. what's taking them so long?

Inaaya: yeah,

King XY: so how was your sleep?

Inaaya: it was good dad- *embarrassed* I MEAN KING XY!

King XY: "Dad"? you do know i am or may so on born Non Binary you do know that,

Inaaya: i meant King XY sorry you little remind me of my dad...*face looks a bit down*

King XY: *looks at Inaaya's down face and feels guilty* look i know i'm not your dad but still you can consider me as a mother-father figure that i am,

Inaaya: so if ur born Non Binary then maybe....Dama?

King XY: never heard of that name,

Inaaya: it's like the combo of dad=mama? Dama?

King XY: okay, call me that for now on, now go wake up Saraya and Sorah i am afraid they're gonna be late.

Inaaya: okay, *goes up and see if Sorah and Saraya are awake* guys wake up, *goes in and opens the door to see them still a sleep and shakes Saraya* Wakey, Wakey? ughh.

King XY: Let me try...SARAYA AND SORAH GLITCH IS ATTACKING THE KINGDOM!!!💥

Saraya: -GLITCH!? OMG WE NEED TO- huh?

King XY: rise and shine Saraya you guys have a big day,

Saraya: oh yes-...OH NO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT DEREK! *gets in bathroom to get changed*

Sorah: *yawns and itches head* wha- OH RIGHT DEREK SHIT! you might wanna wait out Inaaya,

Inaaya: oki:< *waits out for extra 10 mintues* ugh what's them so-

Saraya: *opens the door* OKAY LET'S GO!

Inaaya: b-but what about Sorah?

Sorah: i'm here let's go.

Inaaya: okay finally.

(gets to the station)

Saraya: i can't wait to see Derek,

Sorah: *clears throat* Fiancee T-T

Inaaya: WAIT FIANCEE!? since when!

Saraya: since 2 months ago?

Inaaya: whatttt- i-i....*speechless*

Sorah: OH WAIT I CAN SEE HIM!!!

Saraya: DEREK! *runs up Derek and kisses him on the cheek and hugs him then stops hugging him* i missed you,

Derek: -o..hey Saraya, *hugs Saraya and stops hugging her* i missed you too, *sees Sorah* Hey, Hey, Sorah my main man who've you been? and hi...uhhh..we haven't met each other yet- *remembers* oh wait your Inaaya!

Inaaya: yes hi Derek, i am Inaaya.

Derek: My Fiancee, Sorah and the King told me a lot of things going on the Kingdom and a lot of good things about you too. like your going to help the kingdom like stopping those glitch storms from kidnapping all the people irl is that true?

Inaaya: Mmm hmmm :)

Derek: Bring it in- *tries hug Inaaya in all open arms*

Inaaya: -i don't think you should *Derek Hugs Inaaya tightly* oh this is friendly i guess, *Derek stops hugging them*

Saraya: oh i am getting a message from the king, They said that "Bring Inaaya cause i want to speak to them about something"

Inaaya: i'll go by myself i know the way around anyway.

Saraya: are you sure?

Inaaya: yes. i'll see you later bye. *walking to the kingdom* it's been kinda a week now since i have been in the kingdom still getting used to the places that i've been or go daily but i like it here but the outside of the kingdom is were all the bad karma starts. i am wondering if my friends online are safe i mean i haven't seen them or that's what i thought. *the guards stop them*

Guard2: STOP WHO GOES THERE?

Inaaya: it's me Inaaya?

Guard2: hmm how can we tell if your the real Inaaya? or not some Darkness-Glitch in disguise?

Inaaya: T-T you had a crush on Saraya-

Guard2: SHHHH! okay okay go in.

Inaaya: heh works like a charm,

King XY: Inaaya?

Inaaya: yes Dama.

King XY: so let's talk in this for a moment shall we?

Inaaya: wait is this the room were councils hold there meetings?

King XY: *shuts the door right behind them and a universal light switches on*

Inaaya: This is just "out of this world" get it?

King XY: hehe, i am here with you cause i am going to tell you a story called Light between Darkness,

Inaaya: okay how does the story go?

King XY: well thousands of years ago there was a world that was new to everyone one day a human child was Trapped online and the people of this world raised her like they're own before that she was crowned there Queen/Princess that's were things took a turn, she made friends but...one day she was walking beside a river and sees a person that was fully darkness black-

Inaaya: i thought you were about to be racist there but carry on,

King XY:0-0 did not expect that but okayyy- so she saves the person but he had red eye and looks more like a demon and so he doesn't remember his name, but the Queen names him "Umbra" meaning of it it's darkness and shadows, but when they were both growing up Umbra had a massive crush on her while they were growing up because Umbra was the Queen's adviser and best friend that she ever had but Umbra has been called names so he felt that anger and rage or when any guy tries to talk with her his anger grows for hatred, so one day...he had a army of his own called Darkness glitches,

Inaaya: till today?

King XY: those were the first glitches, then as he tries to consider the Queen to marry and rule beside him, but she didn't want to so she uses last of strength within and....destroys Umbra, saved the kingdom of Trapped online.....but the Glitch Kingdom till today is still there some people think Umbra will come back in one point onwards but Glitch was his hire to the throne....

Inaaya: wait didn't you used to date glitch?

King XY: yeah i did but-

Soldier1: MY KING! THE KINGDOM HAS BEEN UNDER ATTACKED!!!!

King XY: REALLY, IS IT WHO?!

Soldier1: *steps back and sees the sky black with glitchy storms*

King XY: Glitch....INAAYA STAY HERE!

Inaaya: *worries and sneaks behind King XY* oh god...

Glitch storm3: YOU PITY TRAPPED ONLINE KINGDOM OUR KING WANTS TO SPEAK WITH UR LEADER IF NOT THEN....heheeh....

(grows a glitch bomb on the barrier)

King XY: *rolls eyes* son of a glitch...YES I AM HERE!

*hears a whispering voices and the a glitch void forms in and comes out*

?̶̨̬͈̏̆?̴̨̳̲̎́̔?̶̧̘̘͒̒͘: P̵͕͚̓̏̓Ė̶̩͆O̴̞͈͈͑͛P̸̜͉͓̓L̵̰̗̲͂̉Ë̶̹̌ ̴̝̉́̃O̸̫͔͌̉͝F̴̨͔͎̈́́̈́ ̵̠̉T̸̞̝̅͌̌R̷̛̠͈̙̐A̴̜̎͐͝P̷͈͔̥͛̚P̴̦̒̽È̷̤͔̄͜D̸̼̊̈͘͜ ̵̡̰̙͐̓Ȍ̶̪̚N̷̼̣͒L̷̗͇͇͌Ḯ̴̹̽͑͜Ṉ̷̘̲̉̓̄E̷͚̰̓́!̵̖̞̦̇ ̵̘̮̳̇͐Ḯ̵̩ ̷͎͝Ā̶̱̬̰̚͘M̸͍̗̯͊͊̉ ̶̨̞̈́͜G̵̠̐Ĺ̶͍̌ͅȊ̵̧̺̜̑̅T̴̡̬͂͝C̸̟͕̔̓H̵̡̲͖͗̕ ̶̹̹̦̄Ä̵͓̂Ñ̶͔͈̞̈D̵̗͍̣͌̈̓ ̸̢͇̀͜F̷̢̣̱̿O̶͖͓͗̽͊R̶͙̻̞͆͘ ̵̪̹͋̈́͘Ṡ̷̗̲̿O̷̥̺̔̀̾M̵̯̠̜͊Ẽ̸͉̰́͒ ̷̱͍͖͆Ö̵͉͉́́F̷̙̰͛ ̴̣̔̕Y̴̥̾O̴̲̿̈́͌Ù̶̟̱̼̀͛ ̶͔̺̒̎Ş̶͈͗̑T̶̻͝U̵̟͂̐͘Ṗ̶̝̜͇͋͘I̶͎͖̅͜D̷̻͈̲̋̑͝ ̷̯̥͈̐͆̆Ḯ̷̻̿D̶̮̗̐ͅI̵̟̰̿Ö̴̪̟́T̵̘̃̈́Ṡ̷̢̂͒ ̶̜͗͗͝I̴̛͎̣R̶͚̓͑L̵͙̓̕ ̶̯̀͜͝Ḯ̷̬̩̘͝ ̵̙͊H̵̦̭̳̾̄̂Ȁ̷̼͐V̶̘̦̌E̸̹̓ ̶̯̦̰̈́̂T̷̰̈R̶̟̀͜A̸̮̋Ṕ̸̬P̸͙̗̑̀E̴̘͒͂D̷̝̿ ̸̹̯̠͑̚Y̵̢͇͉͐̂Ȏ̵͉͘Ù̶͔̟͗ ̷̨̥͉̍H̶͙͝͠È̶͖̠̱̓̚R̵̡͓͔͑̀E̵̢͆̃͋ ̴̲̆F̵̻̽͂O̴̻͑̄̅R̵̡͂ ̸͍̞̯͐A̸̫͔͙̒̔͝ ̸̯̾͌̈́R̷̭̰̜͐̎̿Ẻ̸̈́͜A̵̗̯͐̆̓S̵̨͚̒͘O̸͚̪̜̎̇N̵͌͌͛ͅ!̴̯̝̟̆͝ ̷̙̀͌̅B̷̗͂̄̎ͅṳ̷̫͇̓͝t̶̺͍̱̃ ̷̘̭̑̊͠f̵͇̿į̵̯͖̽r̷͎͇͒s̶̰̞̉t̶̻̆̍ ̵͎̑̀ō̸̤̫̳͝f̶̨̖̞̔̾̊ ̷̡̞̬̂å̴͔̣̘l̸̜̈͜l̸̡̄ ̷̣͕͖̆̓͗X̸̢̱̙̌̄Y̵͍̼̭̽ ̸̼̘̋h̷̨̯̖̎̾e̷̢͖͈͒͠ŕ̷̛̤̼̝e̷̝̓͠ ̵̬̼̥̽̕m̸͓̹̘̎̋͝y̷̻̭̅͗ ̵̙̖̾̄d̶͍́̂e̷͙̋̅͘ā̴̼́r̸̰͛~̵̬̐̽̂

King XY: oh shut up Glitch.....

Inaaya: *whispers* huh that's Glitch? he looks kinda scary like out of a horror movie....yikes....

Glitch: h̴͉͈͚͒̾e̵̼̱̎̑̕h̴̹̖̻̅̄͊è̵͍̻͍̿ḩ̴́̓̐.̸͇̜̍̋.̷̗̥̹̈̚.̴̫͎̈́̍̀s̶̺͔̥̏̈́̊ǒ̸̰̖̇̕ ̴̘̹̔X̴̢̨̀͠Y̵̧̫̒͒ ̵̞̟̀͑͝y̶̜̩͇͝o̵͈͕̊͒u̸͙̦̘͒̐ ̵̧̩̬͊̍͗ẗ̶͇̾̀ͅṛ̸̽̐͝y̵͙̩̝͑̓̋ ̸͍̭̜̈́͘t̸͌͜ȍ̸̳͊ ̶̬̦̬͊s̵̰̔̈́́t̵̯̀͛ő̴̢̺̟̓͌p̵̡̣̥͝ ̷̮͓̝̐m̷̳̄̇̎ẹ̷̱̕ ̷̛̩̻b̸̛͈̲̓u̷̗̿̔́t̵̹̜̀̑ ̶͔̺̀̎ĺ̷̪̟ͅo̵͖̒̐͆o̵̮͝͝k̵̯̆s̷̼̼͌́̉ ̶͔̯͙͘l̴̮͓͕̈i̸͚̯̲͒͒̆k̸͙̝̈́̇e̷̻͕͝ ̴̥͓̺͑̕y̶̞̹̌̈́̌o̵̲̐́̈u̷̼̩̽̊r̴̞̫̰͌̾ ̵̧̠̬̐g̸̭̒̓o̷̖͂͌ḭ̸̓̒̚n̸͈̅͝g̸̰̙̈ ̶̧̗̗̓̚t̴̻̋̓͝ő̵̼̦̤́ ̴̜̦̓͂l̴̨͙͎͌̄o̵̭̽s̴̖̿͆͘e̴̛͈̮̱̎͋.̷̜̺̊̌.̴̳̏.̴̨̦̀̀.̷̢̣̐̕.̵̧͂͊t̷̜̭̖͋ẖ̷̿̚i̵̮̓̈̔s̴͉̒ ̶̡͚́̈́ṱ̴͘í̷̤̲́̐m̴̗̮͌̀e̶̫̣͔͝.̸̻̺͠.̴̝͝.̵̢̹̒͗̈́ ̶̖̒̂a̵͇̺͝n̵̺͓͛̉̎d̸͓̠̳̅̑-̸̧̉̓͝ *glitch voice stops* wait who's THAT?

King XY: ? 🤨 *turns around to see Inaaya* INAAYA!!!!

Glitch: *shocks* n-no it can't be...."Dark Aya"? waittt "Dime Uni"?? ughhh....i swear you look like the close people that i know of....ugh i am here to tell you the Glitches are gonna take over everything that's it, let's go guys....

Inaaya: Dama what did he call me?

King XY: *freakishly shocked while looking at them*

(cut scene were we see King XY and Inaaya talking back in the room of councils)

Inaaya: w-what did i do?

King XY: *goes half cross way back and fourth by walking and stops sit down starts to stress out as well* i am sorry but there is no way your those people unless...

Inaaya: what did Glitch call me Dark aya then R-Rime uni?

King XY: *corrects them* "Dime Uni" you know that statue out the kingdom that's Dime Uni.

Inaaya: yeah Saraya was saying i look like her?

King XY: remember the story i was telling you? do you know who's the queen?

Inaaya: .....*thinks and was suprised a bit* D-DIME UNI?

King XY: Dime Uni....*sighs* after she saved everyone people say she will one day might return or get reborn to someone else?

Inaaya: wait ur not saying I'M, Dime Uni? do you.

King XY: i'm not sure but i have a feeling you are but...your still young, i mean you have a long life ahead of you and i am really think i should handle the battle not you.....

Inaaya: i don't know how to fight well....

King XY: that's why we'll train you.

Inaaya: oh really? your serious righttt,

Saraya: -come on Inaaya.

Inaaya: ur guys are back.

Sorah: yup and we will help u train like no other that's a promise.

Derek: i mean i don't know you really well but sure i'll help too.

Inaaya: Thank u, @^@

Saraya: don't mention it.

(in the Kingdom of Glitch....)

Glitch: no way they're "her" there is just no way....Glitch bot who was that young girl identify them or her? whatever gender or sexuality they are...

Bot1: They're name is Inaaya Mukhtar they are now 13 born in december the 2nd- sexuality we found on tumblr is Bisexual and Non Binary use the words They/Them mostly.

Glitch: okay thanks for the info...Inaaya...eh? heh...tell rest of my soldiers were doing some change of plans....were going to kidnap Inaaya, cause they have something like no other.....hahahaha-H̴̪͕̼̎Ä̶̬͔̣́H̸̨̛͍̿ͅÁ̷̢̙̩̊H̸̦̪̺̍̌Â̸͉̻̗͊H̶̢̢̧̾A̴̯͊̔!!!....

TBC.....

#trapped online #inaaya #tumblr stories #storytime #au idea

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himbo-klown · 2 months

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Satisfaction

Warning not prof read, grammar mistakes(naw like i suck at writing lmao), this post is just for fun, i also dont know how to use tumbler so like… this kinda looks ugly lol

Theme warnings!! This post does contain themes of mental illness, cannibalism used as a metaphor for love , violence, disruption of a grave, the main character is not a good person but hes not like… a monster??!. (If yall think i need to add other things then just say so pls!!) THE MAIN CHARACTERS CRINGE PLEASE!!!

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Little bit of context: This story is a submission for a creative writing contest! The theme was Taboo romance and I decided that a horror/thriller would be fun! If you know me irl or recognize this… no you don’t lmao?!?

This story is based off of the intense feelings that i have for my partner that i feel i’m not able to properly explain at times(im in therapy do guys lols) there’s also some refs to things we like lol

October 26th, 2023

It was never hard to tell that I was different from the other boys in school, or anybody for that matter. I was the kid girls would say ‘My homeboy wants you’ to or the kinda guy that was asked out as a joke, it got old after 5th grade but never stopped. Senior year was by far the worst one of them all, his name was Keith, and he wasn’t super pretty or anything like that, he was a nerd who would walk me to my bus stop and ramble on and on about how different Pokémon gods symbolized different things. I honestly liked him and he was cute, but i more than liked him, i wanted him all to myself, i still have a few of his leg hairs lying around; i like to sniff them to try and imagine how he tastes slow cooked like oxtail.

December 15th, 2023

Nevermind he’s a weirdo and it turned out he liked Pokémon in unholy ways[someone check on his dog please], his meat was tainted so I lost interest in him. But my eyes didn't take long to wonder, there was a boy who was Canadian and he seemed rather nice, no he was beyond the kindness that any human should be able to give. He was like taking a bite of my first love [which i didn't know what it felt like, but i was guessing it was nice.] I loved talking to him honestly, he woke up around 8am and went to sleep at 12am but sometimes we went all night. I had no problem risking my sleep for him[it's not like my AP classes would be any better.] He was intoxicating, to say the least.

January 10th, 2024

I wanted him badly, like I wanted to wake up next to him, kiss him, hug him, I wanted to wine and dine him if I ever got the chance . The only problem was that well…he lived in Canada, he always talked of how he had mixed feelings about his country and I always told him that it could be worse. I mean he could be here for all he cares, but I'd never want my meat to be tainted by this land, these people[I'm such a proud American]. So I was going to go to him. I decided to save for the month. It was going to take a few overtime shifts and even snagging a couple of bucks from some buds but I was going to get the money and make it to canada.

February 10th, 2024

The plane ride was rather boring without being able to text him, and even more so because the woman next to me didn't know social etiquette, like I was supposed to care that she got unlucky with life and contracted chlamydia. There was also this brony, which I found a sin in itself, but he smelled… like bad but it also made me snicker because it just reminds me of keith.

February 11th, 2024 6:27pm

Canada was a beautiful place but I had no reason to stay and admire it when all I cared for was my own appetite. But i couldn't help but let childish implusies pull me into a store full of valentine's day sales, what caught my eyes are the matching trolls cups, i couldn't help but get them wanting to see the response he would give to the gift[I love my adult money privileges].

February 12th-15th[was… busy?]

I felt bad for him hes so nice and kind, so nice he just took me in without a second thought about how I found him or his home, we took a tour of his room and its nice it was just as nerdish as him, but i came here with a plan and i came here to execute it as such. His skin was nice, so I took some as my own and it hurt a lot. I think I splashed some blood on his favorite blanket, but anywho, why is the human skull so hard ? I thought it was gonna be like a nut and would just take a few hacks to crack it open but noooo he just had to be hard headed. I did get it open[almost breaking my wrist doing so] but I had no plans for a meal, I mean it's not every day you just cook up some brain, but we managed. I ended up using the brain for spaghetti; I mashed it all up to make meat balls and must I say they were delicious. His brain was so tender, it melted like butter, but it also had a slight chew to it, not a taint in sight. The ‘wine’ I had with it was a little thick but it was his so I drank without complaint. I was also quite proud of my cup purchase :D. Poppy was right… trolls do just wanna have fun

???, 2024 2:34 AM

My head hurt, like a lot, I thought eating my love would make me feel better and full. Yet here I stand before his grave, my arms barely mobile as I dug him out, freeing him from the pits of the afterlife without me. A month he left me alone, a month with this hunger for more of him. His stupid casket was the thing that stood between me and my love, my satisfaction of being full.

There he was, as beautiful as the day I feasted upon him. I took my shirt off to show him that I still kept a piece of him with me. I touched his skin on my chest as I looked at mine on his. Death would never do us part so long as he had me attached to him. I would go through the redemptions of purgatory to see him flutter in the clouds of heaven. It felt like a sin to touch him again, to feel him to embrace him as I laid to rest beside him. Fresh tears poured down my face as I pulled the cover over the casket. This time I am not left behind, this time I am not alone.

“W-why — Why has your body left me so full, so satisfied. Yet I am starved for your love to grace me again.” I murmured softly as I caressed his face.

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I hope you guys liked this… cus um im super proud of it even if it didn’t win!!!

#cannibalistic #horror #tabooromance #creative writing #dont do this shit #i do not condone #pls be nice #idk how tags work

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yarnpenguin · 7 months

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Autism & Gullibility

I need to talk about this:

Not for the obvious reasons (does my uterus do this? if it doesn't, is it because I have PCOS or because I'm non-binary?) (but also because she used "ie" when she should have used "eg"). No, I want to talk about this because I don't believe it. And I'm autistic. And because I feel a strong need to unpack why my disbelief and my autism are giving me thoughts about this at 11 am on a Thursday.

For a while now, I've been keenly aware of people not-so-quietly working to infantilise autistic people. In politics, it's largely related to trans people and transition; the vocal 'phobes with large platforms of various stripes talk about the number of trans people who are autistic, and talk about how we can't be allowed to transition because we're gullible and believe everything and thus fall for the "trans agenda" because we're helpless little children all our lives.

Online, I saw things like people arguing that it was wrong to ship Critical Role's Jester with anyone because she's "autistic-coded" and therefore too childlike and thus it would make her (fictional) romantic partner and the people who ship them together PDF files. This has also happened with other characters that fans have declared to be "autistic-coded". I've also seen discussion about whether or not dating an autistic person IRL makes one a PDF file because we're so childlike and innocent and it's easy to take advantage of us.

And. No? No. Fuck off. Fuck right off with that and when you've reached your fucking off destination please continue fucking off into the sun. I'm 41 years old. If another adult human lost their goddamn mind and wanted to kiss me, it doesn't make them a child predator. It makes them an adult attracted (improbably, with me as the subject) to another adult.

The infantilisation of autistic adults sometimes puts a focus on our interests (which are deemed childish, which is another rant I may have at another time) but usually I see people bringing up that we're naïve, that we're gullible, that we're easily lied to, that we believe everything.

I'm not self-ID'd. I've got an official diagnosis. And I do not, for one instant, believe what Naomi Wolf has said in that screenshot. It sounds not only improbable to me, but literally impossible. She's lying. She's making stuff up. She's spreading literal disinformation. And I know that, all the way to my bones.

However, several weeks ago, I had an instance where my mum lied to me and I believed her (we live together because of our health problems; neither of us is capable of full independence). She put two full boxes of ice cream bars on a far counter in the kitchen then got distracted doing something else. So I grabbed the boxes to put them in the freezer. She told me to stop. I wanted to help; I asked her what she was doing with them. She told me she was going to put them in the garbage. I didn't understand why--they seemed fine--but she sounded immensely sincere so I carried the boxes to the sink so the bars could melt. (She then yelled at me to stop. She was going to take them out of the boxes and put them in a freezer bag so they'd take up less space.)

There's a reason why I believed her. People throw out food. People throw out perfectly good food. Plus there was her tone--she was very matter-of-fact about it. This can happen to me a lot IRL--if someone says something that seems plausible in a flat enough tone, well, I don't have any reason to disbelieve them. Why would someone who cares about me lie to me?

(There's also things like "Did you know gullible isn't in the dictionary?" "...Really?" "[insert howls of laughter at the gullible dipshit]" - for me, at least, that "really?" indicates that I'm not actually believing you, I require more information, and if I ever hear anybody say "... Really?" to something I've said, I interpret it as a cue to expand further.)

I generally find I don't believe something that sounds implausible to me, no matter the tone. We had a neighbour for years who had this very loud car that he would allow to sit beside our house and idle for at least 10 minutes every time he was going to drive it. Eventually my mum was so annoyed she confronted him about it, and he told her that it was "because the car is old" and the "engine needed to warm up", no matter the weather. The car couldn't have pre-dated the 1990s. I didn't believe him. By the same token, if someone waltzed up to me on a clear, sunny day and announced that the sky is pink, I sure as hell wouldn't believe that, either.

We can't read tone on the internet, that's true, unless we're watching a video. But I can't be convinced of just anything. I couldn't be convinced that Ancient Rome wasn't a thing, I couldn't be convinced that Helen Keller was a fraud. And Wolf ain't convincing me that the uteri of vaccinated people give unvaccinated cis women menstrual cramps. It brings up too many questions. Did these 60 women turn to the women around them and ask if they'd been vaccinated? Did they ask the hotel staff the vaccination status of whomever stayed in the hotel room before them? Why don't vaccinated men give them cramps? Or do they and she just left that out?

Being autistic doesn't make me a naïve fool, floating through the world believing every little thing that's whispered in my ear. It means I struggle to read tone. It means that I want to trust people--I especially want to trust people I'm supposed to be able to trust, so when they deadpan at me or speak matter-of-factly that they're going to throw away food, I believe that, and will act accordingly.

It's really, really hard to convince me of something that sounds out of the ordinary or wildly weird. I don't believe conspiracy theories. I don't believe everything I'm told or everything I read, and it's way easier for me to disbelieve stuff I see online. I do, in fact, fully and thoroughly grasp the difference between fiction and reality (and boy howdy is that ever another rant for another day).

So now, I get to the actual point of this: there are always, always, two conversations happening when it comes to autism and autistic people. There's the conversation that autistic people have about ourselves. Then there's the conversation that allistic people have about us. They don't include us. Ever. They want to talk about us, make decisions for us, make up rules about us. But they never, ever want to talk to us--or, more importantly, with us; or, even more importantly, listen to us when we tell them about our lives and epxeriences.

Whether it's real life or fucking shipping fictional characters, the allistics make declarations about us and what we're like and what we need.

And they never, ever actually ask us what our lives are like, how we experience the world, how they can work with us, what we want, what we need. It'd be too difficult.

If you've met one autistic person, you've met one autistic person. Ask us about our supposed "gullibility" and let us explain what's actually going on. Let us speak and be okay with it when we contradict you when you pass edicts--of consequence or not--about us. We're people with autonomy. Many of us are adults. Probably most of us are adults, given the sheer number of adult years humans live compared to child years.

No, we don't see the world the same way you do. Yes, the world is often very difficult for us to navigate.

But guess whose fault that is.

#actually autistic #autism #autistic adult #rant #rant post #fuck your disinformation #fuck your preconceptions #autism doesn't have to make my life harder #but the world being set up by and for allistic people means it does

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Hey there! I hope it's okay to ask but just so I'm clear: you would be uncomfortable interacting with anybody else who selfships with Ryan's characters since you do with a lot of them? Been wanting to talk with you but I selfship with a few and don't want to make you uncomfortable at all!

Hi, thank you so much for asking! 💕

Interacting with people I have ALWAYS been fine with! I would never block somebody just for sharing F/Os and I've been that way for years. I share a lot of F/Os with people that I consider my very best friends, we just don't gush to each other about the shared F/Os - or there's people I am fine sharing with, it just depends on who they are and who the F/O is.

I am totally fine with other Ryan character self shippers interacting with me (I encourage it actually!) I am just not comfortable sharing a few Ryan F/Os, meaning I feel uncomfortable if someone reblogs a post of mine and gushes in the tags or something -- like for a real life example, if I wrote a personal post that said "in my story I give Ken my own IRL bracelet that belongs to me with a blue letter 'K' charm attached to it as a confession of love and in return he gives me his silver horseshoe chain necklace" and if someone reblogs it saying "me too I do the exact same thing with the exact same bracelet!" that makes me uncomfortable bc that's a personal thing I wrote, that's a part of my personal story with Ken that I came up with. Other people wanting to exchange accessories with him is fine, if they wanna do the same thing that's fine, I just don't want them to say on my own posts that they're doing the *exact* same thing I'm doing down to every detail, if that makes sense

Or worse, I've also had the experience where I've drawn myself kissing Driver and people reblog it tagging "oh that's ME and Driver because that girl in the pic looks like me :)" or "I'm self projecting over that OC" etc tags such as that. Or people in the past have literally traced my self ship art and replaced my self insert with theirs and reposted it. It's stuff like that that makes me uncomfortable, somebody taking one of my own posts and basically saying "I am making this Thing somebody worked on into My Thing Now."

People openly gushing about my main F/Os on my own personal posts (the ones I tag "love notes") is the thing that makes me uncomfortable, people adding their ship tags onto my personal posts of our shared F/O is what makes me uncomfortable, and it's this.... idk if it's an unspoken rule in the self ship community but it is somewhat of a rule that we always have to check with each other if people are fine with that (and I really really really appreciate you checking with me!!!) some people are fine with it and some people are not, some people say it depends on the F/O. I recently had a bad experience where I shared F/Os with someone I was very close to, those F/Os were my special interest for 3 years, and that person actively used those F/Os against me and made me feel unsafe IRL for several months, stalking where I work and threatening to hurt themselves unless if I catered to them, etc. Now I have trauma with those F/Os we shared and they became c-ptsd triggers; saying they used to be the most important characters I ever had is an understatement, and it suuucks because now I'm sooo overly cautious with whom I share F/Os with, and I didn't used to care. Self shipping with Ryan's characters is the first time in over a year that I've felt (relatively) safe self shipping again, and I just can't afford to lose them when they're all I've got, so I have to be careful not to associate them with others right now. Maybe in the future when I'm a bit more healed, I'll be okay with it, but for now I definitely have to be careful just for my own mental health, and I appreciate everyone who's been respecting that 💙💙💙

Interacting is no problem at all. Like my posts, reblog my posts, tell me how hot you think Ken is, tell me what you think Sierra Six would do on a date night, I LOVE talking with you guys PLEASE keep sending me messages/dms/asks!! It's really just like... I don't want someone to gush on my personal posts just like I wouldn't gush on theirs, if that makes sense, like I will stay here in my corner making my Barbie dolls smooch each other and hopefully other people will return the same courtesy haha. I hope this made sense, I haven't slept very much so I'm a lil scatterbrained

#anonymous #asks

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I'm sorry if I'm bothering you.... but I really wanna talk to this to someone. I always have doubt about my sexuality & gender. Even though I Don't really care about my sexuality but when it comes to my body.... Even when I'm not looking at a mirror I feel uncomfortable.... feels like I'm seeing some other person in me. I'm biologically a woman.... and when I hit my puberty... at that time seeing my body gives me butterflies. And also I don't mind kissing I felt tension too but it's for a few seconds after that I became irritated and feels weird and started to feel I don't like what I'm doing. So I've broken up with 2exes(boyfriend). I tried to intimate with a girl ... Even though I liked it but at the same time I don't like it... So I ended up our relationship. The thought of sex makes me want to puke. After high school I never been in any relationship. And I realiz

you’re not bothering me at all, i’m just sorry you feel that way without being able to open up with anybody. parents sometimes have the power to say the things that hurt us the most. all i can say is that there’s nothing wrong with you, those feelings, that’s just who you are, and there is also nothing wrong with not exactly knowing who that is, some people find out who they are pretty fast, but some don’t, it takes time and reflection, there’s no need to put a label immediately, but even if you feel like doing so, you can always change it. you don’t need to force yourself into relationships or worry about satisfying other people, do what feels comfortable to you, some people might not understand, but those who love you will make an effort to do so and respect you. i just really wish you had someone you’d be able to talk to irl, someone you’d feel safe with confessing all this, i know how these thoughts can be consuming. but you can talk to me as well, whenever you want to, i just can’t guarantee i’ll be good with words and much less give good advice, but you are safe here.

#ask #anonymous

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idvnsfwconfession · 2 years

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as a xie bi'an irl...I just want to see wujiu get absolutely destroyed. wujiu is bratty as hell, and I would enjoy nothing more than to overestimulate him until he cries.

☔️ (if it's not taken)

“This is Propaganda”-Fan Wujiu

But you’re absolutely fucking correct oh my god hold on it’s my turn here

Okay but we all know how Wujiu and Bi’an are opposites right? How Bi’an is a calm collected kind and warm understanding and patient person right? (How he’s also got ara ara vibes) And How Wujiu is a hot head short fuse ready to fight ready to bite cold silent loud mouth intense emotional harsh person right? And We all know how much they adore one another right?

Look Bi’an absolutely 100% a touchy affectionate person not really caring if he gets a little handsy so long as no one notices which they never do with how good he is and he’s also absolutely into more harsh intense things like BDSM leather whips chains restraints all of that and there’s no way he lets Wujiu get out of some of the problems he causes without proper punishment and it doesn’t even have to be a punishment on his beautiful Wujiu! He could just be in a wonderful mood and wants to feel him up a little making him needy in the process but promising he’ll take care of him later to which he ‘forgets’ making Wujiu try to indirectly ask for ‘help’ as he’s too embarrassed to actually say it out loud

Wujiu is more emotionally repressed trauma and autism and has a hard time expressing his feelings but when he does it’s in a poetic gentle manner! He can’t really handle being shown kindness and it can overwhelm him but in a good way! The poor guy is easily embarrassed and flustered too! If you kiss his neck just right he loses all previous bite and gets shy before doing his best to be scary once more! This man is an amazing flirt and he’s well aware of it and he can dish it out to make anyone a mess in his fingers! The only one able to do it back to him with the same effect is Bi’an who makes this ‘Beast’ into nothing more than a kitten. He’s not at all a bottom they both are switches but Bi’an knows just how to tame his ‘beast’ and make him a whimpering bitch begging for more, muzzles restraints sensory deprivation nothing is too good to keep Bi’ans beloved in line!

And even with all the kinky things they can still have some of the most loving gentle passionate sex that would make you think it’s their honeymoon if you saw, they love each other more than anything in the world and only want to make the other happy!!

(They both also built like 8s big ass big booba small waist but their uniforms are rather good at hiding it, broken blossoms not so much)

I absolutely think that to anybody else (Joseph mainly is their prime victim of such fate) Wujiu could make them unable to walk for days he’s a complete animal but there’s a very specific small handful of men he will bottom for of course Bi’an being one of them! And when he does get to be someone’s bitch he turns into either a virgin bride on her wedding night at the mercy of whoever he’s under unable to do anything with how embarrassed and shy and completely gone his mind is or a complete total whore just beginning for more and to be touched more and fucked harder screaming to be bred like the little slut he is

When he gets to dom though he’s just as this or that! But for the most of it it doesn’t matter if his partner is man or woman he’s gentle and passionate wanting to take it slow and worship the body of the one beneath him just teasing and gently touching just to hear them whimper and all the beautiful sounds that come out of them, taking his time to make sure they’re having an amazing experience and he’s not hurting them making sure to whisper how beautiful they are and how much he loves them and what a good job they’re doing! At the end making their orgasm last as long as possible not even caring if he cums when he’s like this. ON THE OTHER HAND he can be on the same level as Bi’an but still wanting to keep it slow mainly out of fear he might go too far but try as he might he really just becomes an animal when he gets the chance! Whoever is beneath him is his little toy whore cocksleeve that’s not allowed to cum until about his fifth time and they better hold all of his cum inside or they’ll be harshly punished for disrespecting him in such a way, you really think begging like that is good enough? You’ll have to use your mouth for something better! You’re going to end up with deep bruising and bite marks maybe a burn mark depending on how much beast he released and when he finally comes down to earth again he’s beyond embarrassed and ashamed making sure to take incredible care of them after and treat them like a monarch and refusing to let them so much as sit up outside of drinking water or the warm bubble baths, he’s going to praise them and apologize profusely for everything but still reassure he didn’t mean it when he called them a two bit skank- unless they liked it then he meant it, he doesn’t know they’re too pretty for him to really think ehe

#as fan wujiu irl hiiiiii💖💖💖#how obvious is it that I’m into MXTX?#identity v fan wujiu #identity v xie bian #wu chang #identity v wu chang

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ayo-wheres-the-paprika · 2 years

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asking the sinclair brothers to sit on your lap

+ them falling asleep on you

~ ♡ ~

sinclair brothers (separate) x gn!reader | headcanons

word count: 1,265 (~400 words per section)

contains: no warnings! but listen, look at me, i do not care how physically strong or weak, tall or short, you are irl, im gifting you with the strength to bench-press these three men, i believe in you

~ ♡ ~

BORT

At first he's like "lol good one (y/n)". Responding with a condescending scoff, and that dumbass sarcastic Bo Smile™ like "Nah, I ain't doin' that, sweetheart."

How dare you suggest such a ridiculous idea? Him? A big strong mean murder man, sitting in YOUR lap? Aha, no.

Oh but, watch this, then he turns around and expects you to sit on HIS lap and gets all pissy when you say no.

Worst part is, he's not even uncomfortable with the idea (that would be a different story, respect people's boundaries). He just believes that he's too good to sit in someone else's lap. Like, bitch--

Get him while he's drunk, that's the key.

If he's had a good night and has had a lot to drink, he gets pretty mushy with you. Slurring his words, his hair askew, face flushed, with a glazed look in his eyes and a dumb grin plastered to his face (i want him so bad).

Just talk all sweet and gentle with him, open your arms, and give him the puppy eyes. "You want me tha' bad?" He slurs, dragging his feet across the floor in an exaggerated saunter with a dramatic eyeroll, "Alrigh', fiiiiine..."

He plops himself down on you and just kinda stares at you like the two-eyed mike wazowski meme.

There you go, you got Bo Sinclair, drunk off his tits, sitting in your lap. Congratulations, what do you do now?

You let him drift off to sleep on top of you, that's what you do.

Let him bury his face into the crook of your neck while you run your hands up and down his arms/back. He lets out a sigh like, ah, this ain't so bad.

Physical affection is Bo's weakness and you know that better than anybody else (besides his brothers). You can almost always ground him by circling your arms around his waist, pressing your forehead against his, letting him lean on you, and of course, placing kisses all over his face.

So this? Holding each other close and allowing him to be vulnerable? He'll never admit it, but it makes him melt. As much as Bo loves control, he can't deny how safe you make him feel when he's gathered up in your arms.

He won't ask to sit on your lap again, but he won't exactly resist the next time you offer. Just make sure you two are alone, he would never hear the end of it if his brothers found out.

Tell Vincent and Lester about it afterwards, let 'em roast his ass.

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VINCENT VAN HO

He's iffy about it at first. Not because he dislikes the idea, or believes he's "too good for it" like somebody (bo bitchass), he's just extremely unfamiliar with physical affection like this.

I love Vincent because he's this powerful, graceful, dangerous guy who KNOWS that he's the shit and walks around like the sheer size of his nuts are all that weigh him down. But the second you compliment him, or act kind towards him? He completely glitches.

you: ugh vince i love your hair, it's really pretty him: *nods* him, internally: EHHEHEHEHEE

This man has killed countless people with no remorse and yet he goes hf9eoypf;,'/,;'89rhef at the idea of sitting on your lap.

He's very mindful of his size too, knowing that he's tall and fairly muscular. Doesn't matter how tall or strong you are, he's still gonna worry about your comfort.

You could literally have the exact same build as him, and he'd still be a bit nervous.

When he first agrees, it's a mix of wanting to push his boundaries and also humouring you. You want to hold him that badly? You know what, fuck it, why not. He's flattered.

He carefully (and very stiffly) places himself on your lap so that he's straddling you and you got your arms around his waist.

He feels really awkward for the first couple of minutes, not in an uncomfortable way but in a "wtf do i do" way. He's just trying so hard not to put all his weight on you, and his eye is darting around, and where in god's name does he put his hands?

Especially if you're a lot shorter than him, he's 10x more mindful and tense.

But this man is absolutely weak for you. All you gotta do is rub his back and play with his hair, then he'll let himself rest his head on your shoulder. Ah, now he's getting comfortable.

Bonus points if he pulled an all-nighter the evening before and starts to drift off.

vincent i'll give you $5 if you fall asleep in my lap pls man i'll play with your hair too

Great! Now you're stuck there until he wakes up, but at least you got this hottie in your lap. You could get up and put him down, but why the hell would you do that? Look at how comfortable he is.

Vincent prefers to have you in his lap, but damn that nap was good as hell... he might just have to use you as a bed again.

And lucky for you, he just can't say no to his beloved.

~ ♡ ~

LESTER THE BEST-ER

"Whuh? Aw, sweetpea, ya sure?" Yes, Lester. A hundred times, yes.

Sort of awkward about it like Vincent, but more of the giggly, "haha woah there babe" kind of awkward.

He's certainly not gonna say no, though. How could he say no when you asked so kindly? Ugh, especially when your arms are outstretched with that welcoming smile.

Lester absolutely adores you to the sun and back. If you need a hug or a kiss, he's gonna give it to ya. At the slightest mention that you're cold, he's already dashing to the nearest spare blanket. If you want to hold him in such a way, well, he's definitely not gonna turn down such an offer.

Lester's like "woah omg youre so crazy" *crawling into your lap with zero hesitation* "ughh can't believe you're making me do this lololol" *literally straddling you*

After some more awkward giggling, he places himself down on your lap with a "Like this?" or "Hope I ain't too heavy.". He's a bit stiff, but it's a lot easier to help him relax than Vincent or Bo.

If it had been a long day, maybe if he'd just gotten home from work or helping his brothers in Ambrose, he'll begin to doze off once he gets comfortable. He's absolutely weak for the way you treat him so lovingly and carefully, how you hold him against your body and play with his hair -- you must be an angel.

Fuck, he's so cute.

This will absolutely become a Thing in your relationship.

I'm just imagining him, sitting on one of your thighs with his legs resting across you, arms thrown around your neck, kicking his legs a little bit like " Ya comfortable? :D "

It takes him a bit of time to warm up to this new position, but hey, there's nothing he loves more than being held by his most favourite person in the world.

A typical evening for the two of you: he'll come home from work, help himself to your cooking, shower, then just throw himself on top of you. Home is found in your embrace, and being allowed to rest on your lap only makes him feel safer.

If it hasn't been brought up already, this will lead Lester to wanting you to sit on HIS lap. It's only fair! You deserve to be comfortable too (and he just wants to hold you because he loves you).

#his full name is lester the bester sinclair. he told me himself.#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #ayo wheres the writing

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duskholland · 3 years

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under the desk || prof!tom smut

professor holland has a special assignment for you...

wc ↠ 3k. warnings ↠ nsfw 18+ content. bj under the table, (unseen) exhibitionism, dom!tom/sub!reader, sir/good girl kink, a lot of praise, fingering, slight degradation, pinching, minor pain kink. messy rough against-the-table unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!!!). I don’t condone this form of relationship irl! be safe. a/n ↠ you know i had to do it to ‘em. thanks @darlingspidey for coming into my askbox and choosing violence. minors dni or you will be blocked!!!!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“You want me to what?”

The smirk on Professor Holland’s face is unmoving as he folds his arms across his chest. The tight sleeves of his suit bulge to accommodate the curves of his biceps, and you find yourself biting your lower lip despite his shocking proposition.

“I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock for the entire lesson, darling. I don’t understand why this is so difficult for you to understand. Thought you were my smart girl, eh?” He brings two slender fingers to your cheek, running calloused fingertips down to your chin. As Tom angles your face to look at him, his eyes hold nothing but dominance.

“But… What if someone sees?”

Tom is still caressing your face, and you feel yourself ease as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. He steps closer, caging you in until the backs of your thighs press into the hard line of his desk. As his warm breath fans out across your face, you shiver.

“No one will see,” he tells you, accent thick. His South London twang always comes out more prominently in times like these. “We’re too far at the front.” He brings his other hand to your waist, squeezing your flesh with a rough touch that makes you moan around his thumb. “Promise I’ll make it up to you, love,” he adds, voice a blend of sultry tones. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

When he swaps out his thumb for his index and middle fingers, you instinctively lap around the pads of his fingertips. Tom just smirks, knowing he has you right in the palm of his hand. You’ve done risky things with your professor before, but to hide beneath his desk and suck him off for an hour..? It sounds like torture. Yet, with the way his eyes twinkle so seductively, you find yourself leaning into it. You’ve always been a bit of a sadist, anyway, and it’d be hard to disagree with him when he looks like this—brown hair slicked back, face glowing with health, deep eyes like pools of honey.

Tom pulls his fingers from your mouth, but before you can complain about their absence, he brings them down between your legs. You’re already bare beneath the skirt—he’d spent a memorable five minutes ghosting his mouth over the front of your panties before ripping them off and devouring your aching slit with his tongue. You’re still wet now, your cunt cooled by the mix of his saliva and your arousal that slicks your thighs. Tom coos as he presses his fingers into your hole.

“Sir,” you whimper, reaching back to grab at the desk. You’re running hot, skin prickling with need. Your nipples press against the front of your shirt, aching and straining, moving with each heavy heave of your chest. As Tom curves his fingers and quickly finds your g-spot, your breath hitches in the back of your throat.

“You’re so wet, darling,” he murmurs thickly. Tom steps closer, thin lips biting at your neck as you whimper. He doesn’t need to be careful about leaving marks—both of you know the only person who will see you for the next hour will be him. “You want it, don’t you? You want to do this for me. You want to have my cock down your throat as everyone else sits up there, completely unaware of what you’re doing.”

You toss your head back, inching closer to a high that he’s only been denying you. “Yes,” you gasp out, knowing he’s right, knowing you can already feel the ache in your knees from the lecture hall’s carpet. “I want it.”

“Good girl.” Tom kisses your cheek before stepping back, his hand disappearing from between your legs. He ignores your whine of disappointment as he flops down into his desk chair, his thighs parting as he lazily unpicks his belt. He raises a brow towards you until you slowly sink to your knees, crawling between his legs and sitting at his feet obediently. The humiliation burns into lust as he strokes a hand over your cheek, eyes full of adoring arousal. “Such a good little thing, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen as you see him pull his cock free, his length full-mast and his tip weeping. Without thought, you find yourself licking your lips. You sit forward, eagerly looking up to him and shivering as you take in the lust swirling in his eyes.

“Please, Professor,” you ask, voice hoarse. “Can I suck you off now?”

He melts like a candle to a flame, cooing as he nods softly and brings both hands to hold the back of your head. “Yeah, baby,” he murmurs. “Don’t make me cum. You can touch yourself if you really can’t control yourself, but you better not even think about cumming.”

Once he’s finished outlining his demands, you nod. Tom scoots closer, the chair all the way beneath the desk now and obscuring his face. It’s dark down here, but you can make out enough—his watch-clad wrist, laying back on his thigh, the outline of his cock. With the hand still on your cheek, Tom coaxes you forward, a throaty groan leaving his mouth as you finally part your lips and take him.

The stretch of your mouth is familiar and needed, and you find yourself moaning a little as your lips part to take him. Tom’s heavy on your tongue, and you tease your tip over his slit to gather the white beads of precum. As his taste seeps over you, you whine, and the sound thickens when Tom roughly pushes you further down.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, lazy voice drifting down from above the desk. “Just like that. Keep that going. Mouth feels like fuckin’ heaven, darling. Such a good girl. So obedient.”

You hum in response, and slowly start to bob your head. You have an hour to kill, so you don’t go too fast, setting the speed gradually as he flexes the fingers on his thigh into a fist and holds your face with harsh fingers. The bite of the pain against your skin as he presses his index and middle fingers together just makes your arousal worse.

“People are about to come in,” he adds, voice low. “If you want to stop, just squeeze my hand, yeah?” When you moan in agreement, Tom hums. “Good girl.”

The noise in the lecture hall is quick to build as the clock approaches the hour. You stay beneath the table, your knees starting to hurt from the bend, but you like it. As Tom starts to present his lecture, you settle into a rhythm beneath him. You rest one hand on his knee for balance and keep the other between your legs, slowly playing with your sensitive bud as your mouth stays on his cock. You alternate between kitten-licking his messy tip and deep-throating him, concentrating immensely when you loosen your throat every time you press in closer.

Each time you push particularly deep, your nose ends up buried in the curly spring of hair above his pubic bone. Whenever that happens, Tom ends up losing his train of thought, stammering over his words as he pinches your cheek a little tighter. You keep it rare, only occasionally disrupting his flow, knowing better than to try and embarrass him in front of so many people. That’s not your objective, anyway.

Time loses meaning after a while, with everything fading that isn’t Tom. Tom—with his hand on your cheek, his legs warm against your front, his cock in your mouth. There’s a thick trail of saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth and your eyes sting with tears. Small wet noises occasionally rise from your mouth as your lips pull away from his cock, and they mix with the noises of your fingers between your legs. You alternate between fucking yourself and teasing your clit, only toying, knowing nothing will come of your actions until he’s finished his class. You shift slightly from leg to leg, and the jostling makes you strike your g-spot just right.

Your teeth sink into your lower lip as your mouth falls away from him, your eyelids fluttering shut as you feel the edge approach. You don’t want to cum, but it feels too good to stop. As you wrestle with the desire to give in and add another finger to your clit, Tom clears his throat.

“—Let me just grab something from my bag,” Professor Holland speaks, voice eloquent and clear. He bends over, his hands leaving you as he pretends to rummage your bag.

Tom looks at you, raising a brow in question as his eyes meet with yours. He doesn’t say a thing, still with a microphone clipped to the front of his suit, but his piercing dark eyes say it all:

I didn’t say you could stop.

He continues to look at you as you hasten to sit forward, tender knees digging further into the carpet as you take his cock back between your lips. You moan softly to show your appreciation, feeling more spit fall down your wet chin as you take him deeply. Tom’s lips soften, an expression of enjoyment briefly fluttering across his face before he reaches out to pat your cheek softly. He pulls up a moment later, procuring a blank piece of paper from his bag at the last moment.

You wonder if he’ll give you a second one-on-one lesson to catch you up on all the content that you’ve missed.

For the last part of the class, you focus primarily on him. Professor Holland weaves his hand into your hair and guides you, calling the shots as he pulls you deeper whenever he desires. You end up adding in your hand, using your fingers to pump the top of his length and paying attention to his thick girth as you pump him. Tom gets tetchy, his hips softly rising up to meet your movements every time you work him deeper. You can almost hear the relief in his voice as he utters, finally,

“That’s it, everyone. Thanks for your time. I’ll see you all next week. If anybody has any questions, my office hours can be found online.”

Tom strokes his fingers through your hair as you listen to the babble of noise rise again. There’s the sounds of laptops closing, bags zipping, people trudging down the stairs of the theatre. You take him all the way, his tip brushing up against the back of your throat. Your lips ache, and your tongue feels numb as your nose brushes up against his warm skin. He makes you wait a very long time, your mind running wild, mouth salivating as you stay still and hold him on your tongue, shivering in anticipation. The slick between your legs is just as persistent as it was an hour ago, and you can feel your needy hole clenching around nothing as your fingers slowly stroke your clit.

“Fucking finally,” Tom mutters. A moment later, he grabs you by the hair and quickly pulls you off, your lips releasing his cock with a pop. He scoots the chair back and jerks you forward, a few tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes struggle to readjust to the bright lighting of the room. “Oh, darling... You’re all messy.”

He easily hauls you up to your feet, but you don’t need to linger on your wobbly legs for too long before he’s pushing you up and onto his desk. Tom drops down, briefly bending over to kiss both of your knees before giving you his full, undivided attention. His hands go to your face, nimble fingers taking care of the tear tracks and the mess of drool and precum sticking to your chin. Your cheeks feel hot as he tuts his tongue and inspects you, his cock pressing up against your lower body as he steps closer.

“You did such a good job,” he adds, soothingly. His lips come down over your forehead. “Sucked my cock so well, sweetheart. Felt so good.”

You smirk softly, parting your legs and leaning back. You dig your elbows into the cool wood of his desk, looking up at his face and enjoying Tom’s gaze on your figure. His hands go down to your skirt, and he flips it up, fingers gravitating to your slit.

“Please, sir,” you manage, voice slightly hoarse, words slurring. “Please fuck me? I need you.”

Tom chuckles. He wraps his hand around his length and guides it to your slit, the hard pressure of his cock making you whimper when he presses his tip to your clit. Anticipation swirls in the pit of your stomach, and you cry out as he nudges his bulbous head against your clit.

“Well… I did say I’d reward you, didn’t I?” he teases. Tom shifts his cock down to your entrance, and you buck your hips, trying desperately to entice him into your pulsing hole. “Patient, my darling. Tell me how badly you want me.”

His ego pushes forward, its presence heightened by the cocky eyebrow he raises at you. You clench your fingers into fists, too far gone to be above begging and both of you know it.

“Please, sir,” you whimper, tossing your head back as he continues to apply a teasing pressure to your weeping cunt. “Been so good for you, sir. Waited all lesson for you. Didn’t even cum.” Your voice is broken, weighing heavy with arousal. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need you—”

Before you can finish, Tom sinks into you, your flushed walls parting easily. You feel your cunt flutter as it envelopes his length completely, Professor Holland not waiting a second to start pounding into you. You cry out loudly, jaw slack and hanging open as pleasure sails across you, filling every part of you to the brim. Tom grabs at your thighs, pulling you nearer and using his grip on your soft flesh as leverage to keep you wrapped around him. Slapping sounds fill the air as he rocks into you, his crotch meeting your centre every time as you cry out.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. “Fits like a glove. So wet, darling. Such a tight fuckin’ pussy.”

You can’t speak, so you let out a breathless whine in response which earns you a tight chuckle from Tom.

“Mmm, too good to speak, isn’t it?” he teases. He drops a hand down to your clit and your back arches off the table as he starts to rub feverish circles to the bud. “God… Such a good girl. Taking me so well, like you were born to do this. That’s right, isn’t it? Snug pussy made just for me.”

He hits every spot exactly like you crave, cock filling you completely. You’ve been edged and teased for so long that the slightest touch would be enough to set you off, and it’s as if your body doesn’t know how to process such an onslaught of sudden sensations. With every rut of his hips against yours, you get closer, his member catching slickly against your walls in the most delicious ways. As Tom’s fingers continue to wrangle your clit, your vision blurs with tears of enjoyment.

“Gonna cum,” you manage, voice thick. You’re shaking, writhing on the table, and if he wasn’t gripping your thighs so firmly, you know you’d be trying to move away from such an intense source of pleasure. It’s overwhelming, but you crave it, and when Tom drops his head down to suck at your neck, you cry out.

“Go on, sweetheart,” he groans, voice hoarse against your ear. “Let go. Let me feel how snug this cunt gets for me, darling. Want you to make me cum.”

Your legs clamp around his back as you finally spin over the edge, your eyes rolling into your head as your back falls against the desk. Your climax sweeps over you, blending with your moans and Tom’s low grunts as he picks up his pace and thrusts faster. Your eyes find the point at which your bodies converge, and the sight of his cock pounding into you only extends your enjoyment.

He follows suit a few moments after you, spilling into you with a loud cry of your name. As his lips speak such a familiar word, the inflexion makes you clench, your pussy constricting around his cock and causing Tom to groan louder. He doesn’t stop railing you into the desk until both of you are spent, at which point he pulls away and leans up to connect your lips.

A smile spreads across your lips as Tom kisses you, his mouth infinitely more gentle than he’s been with his hands. You sit up to meet him, your legs shaking against the desk. As you loop your arms around his neck and sink into his lips, he continues to kiss you, breaking up his long snog into a series of lighter pecks.

“Did so good for me, my darling,” Tom mumbles against you. He’s stroking your back with a warm hand, his breathing ragged but slowly recovering. When he pulls back, he stays near, the tip of his nose pressing to yours. “Are you okay?”

You hum softly, shivering a little when Tom kisses the tip of your nose. “Perfect,” you reply. “Bit thirsty, though.”

He frowns, the expression darkening his face. Tom leans closer to kiss your sore cheek, lips lingering there for a few moments as he hums.

“Let’s go,” he suggests. “I’ll take you home. Run you a bath, make you some tea. I’ll look after my girl.”

You pout softly, your heart clenching. “Okay,” you reply. He helps you down from the desk, his hands quickly curling around your waist when your knees threaten to buckle. As he chuckles, you shoot him a glare. “Don’t laugh at me,” you whine. “It’s your fault I’m like this!”

Tom nuzzles his nose to yours as he plants a final kiss to your lips. “Mm, I know,” he growls. “I’ll repay the favour later.”

#closed for business #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader smut #smut #professor!tom holland #professor!tom #professor!tom smut #prof!tomfic

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daddywright · 3 years

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I have only recently got into the ace attorney fandom, and this story was the first story I read, and I feel spoiled! I absolutely loved every chapter, so I'm gonna word vomit here and tell you everything I love about this!

"She offers him a smile. It’s small, tentative, but it possesses a strength that makes a hidden part of him twist and burn with quiet envy." the first time we see nick's wish to be as strong as mia!

Considering the fact that nick didn't have any prominent figure in his life, it makes sense that he would look up to gregory so much

"Phoenix looks up, and starts walking towards Mia Fey

He doesn't stop for two years."

THE RELATIONSHIP THAT MIA AND NICK HAD WAS PRECIOUS AND DESERVES MORE THAN WHAT THE FANDOM GIVES THEM

"Larry’s arms wrap around him, squeezing almost too tight" People forget that Larry and Phoenix were good friends too, and Larry would help his best friend

"Nobody believed him, nobody but Mia" Maya is what Phoenix is to Mia and I adore that

"He wishes, desperately, that he’d said it while she was still alive. I loved you. For everything you did." Not you absolutely breaking my fucking heart

Also the first AA game felt unnatural in the sense of how seemingly unaffected Phoenix seemed at Mia's murder so I'm really glad you wrote it this way

"Expensive. Thoughtful. Too much." SHUT UP NICK YOU DESERVE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

Also quick break to mention how I absolutely fucking love your writing style and i wish I was literally half as talented as you cuz the last time I read something that made me feel this multitude of emotions was ocean vuong. And I practically worship Ocean Vuong. So now I worship you too

"You're a stranger to me // When will I stop hoping?" I never really realised just how badly nick musta been hurt by good ol' bratworth before this fic, but now that I have read it, it would have hurt him so bad

"Is this why you never answered my letters? Because I was a reminder? Because it hurt too much?" Honestly what happened to miles and phoenix's friendship hurts so much because it should have never happened, and miles didn't deserve that.

"Maybe Miles Edgeworth is not the man he thought he’d be, either." yo when I tell you this hurt I mean this huRT

Fun fact! My birthday is on the same day as DL-6 anniversary. Gregory Edgeworth died on my birthday. I feel horrible now

"monster. You were nine years old and he's a monster. " No one has made me feel this much emotion for what happened to Miles in a single sentence other than you. I commend you for that

"I love you," he says quietly. He has never said those words to anyone, except for Dahlia Hawthorne.

Maya sniffs in his ear, crushing him tight. "I love you, too."

He has never heard them back.

PHOENIX HAS NEVER HEARD THE WORDS " I LOVE YOU" COME BACK TO HIM ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME WHY NOW I'M SAD

"Tell me everything. Every detail—" Miles is worried bout nick and why wouldn't he? gods you're so gay miles but tbf if I knew someone like nick irl i'd go ballistic too

"He determined the motive for his own assault...with amnesia. Naturally." My man's smart af and he is king

"Is that what she thinks of me? That I'm like that? That I don't care about who the bad guys really are?" Gumshoe noooo you're hella precious! Also this particular chapter was so well written! loved this soo much!

Also taking a minute to appreciate the pacing! Rarely do I ever come across an author who just hits that sweet spot of perfect pacing and you did! so thank you!

Alright so here are a few thoughts that I felt capcom needed to do which you did for us!

no. 1 - Address the trauma phoenix faced with not only dahlia but also with mia's death

no. 2 - Actually fucking flesh out a good relationship dynamic between larry and phoenix

no. 3 - actually! have! phoenix! be hurt! in bridge to turnabout! istg my man would not have dropped from a burning bridge to a freezing river only to have a cold

AUNT FRANZY AND PEARLS MAN!

THEY CUTE

ok so I have a LOT of feelings for bridge to turnabout and HOO BOY BUCKLE UP

So I always thought that in this fic, miles must have felt fucking awful! I mean he very clearly hates who he was and what that has led to but that must have been doubled over with this case! Phoenix would have died if not for mia and it would have been indirectly miles's fault. I think about that alot

Like he said that he very much regrets whatever he did as bratworth in the phone call with gumshoe but i don't think he anticipated this. poor edgeworth

Also I think this was the final nail in the coffin for miles. Phoenix forgave him, after all the fucked up shit miles did, and that made that man go "how is this guy so fucking compassionate awwwww shit I'm in fucking love with this idiotic brave man".

my main thoughts were "holy shit phoenix must have been feeling awful." like to learn that you were in love with a person who turned out to be a murderer but then not a murderer cuz everything you felt about that was real and just...... it must have hurt. He never fell in love with dahlia. it was iris, always. and WHAT ABOUT MILES DURING THIS!!! Like to learn that the man you love was falsely led to believe that he was in love with a person he rarely met and then learn that his ex who is not murderous might still be in love with him because "that was real. that part was real." like damn. people just gloss over this

also I feel terrible for iris F in the chat for iris lads.

Dahlia literally haunting that courtroom scene. I felt mia's power. I felt her desperation. I felt everything and I am once again in awe of the absolute power your writing holds.

also godsdamn pearls had to go through all that shit huh. also FRANMAYAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU

I too, am a hoe confused as to what I should feel towards diego.

Ok anyways we jump to disbarment now

"He just winks at her and says Maya has other talents, and if Mystic Maya overhears, she puffs up at him like the fish from the aquarium she saw once, the one with all the spikes and silly eyes."

you know what constantly amazes me? your ability to change tones so effortlessly. When writing from edgey's pov, the language is sophisticated. precise. when writing from pearly's pov your language is simplistic, child-like. from phoenix's pov it's natural. grounded

"She never knew anybody who made faces like him, growing up in Kurain, and it’s one of the things that makes him special." Yo phoenix is the most amazing uncle ever and we all know it ok he's brilliant

I'M RUNNING OUT OF CHARACTER LIMITS

PEARLY CALLING EDGEY AT FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE I'M SOFFFFTTTT

“I think I did something really bad." trucy baby no it's not your fault

pearl and trucy bonding supremacy. my girls would fuck shit up

"She’d meant to do this properly, one day." Thank you for giving importance to maya's feelings. thank you for treating her like a real human being. thank you

“Everything that happened...for what? It’s only gotten people hurt. Pearly. Our mother.” Me. Me." I felt so bad for maya here. I wish I could tell you in precise words about how this exact framing of the sentence is what broke me. "me. me" maya deserved more, but mia did all she could

"What do scared kids need? ...Food." not you breaking my godsdamn heart again. phoenix just knows what's it like being a helpless child, and he'll be damned if he ever lets anyone face that again

“‘Course, Pearls,” he says reflexively, before frowning. “What for?” reflexively. if every man in the world could be like phoenix wright then the world would be worthy of the gods

"Another one?" give it 2 years edgey she'll be your daughter too

"after countless hours creating the man’s living space in his mind from the background snatches he’d seen in the man’s ridiculous video calls." NOT ONLY DO THEY VC FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON BUT ALSO MILES ACTUALLY SPENDS TIME TRYING TO RECREATE HIS ROOM?? BECAUSE HE WOULD ONE DAY LIKE TO BE IN IT??? good gods these bitches gay. good for them

"because just as day is light and night is dark, Phoenix Wright is an honorable man." damn straight. you love to see it (it being a 27+ year old man pining for another 27+ year old man)

also hey miles! how do you feel about the fact that the man you love changed his fucking major and degrees halfway through college just so he could see you again only for you to be incredibly rude to him and make him end up in jail! (i bully edgeworth cuz i love him)

"Wright finishes, shrugging like it’s nothing, like his commitment and belief isn’t the most extraordinary thing that Miles has ever faced." it's more than pining at this point. it's incredible faith and trust. Miles had someone who cared about him even after all those years despite him having changed so drastically, ofc he would be surprised. Miles loves phoenix and so do i.

also HOT DAMN YOU WRITING IS JUST * MWAH *

Also the whole segment where they kiss is just !!!!! miles wants! it's beautiful! THEY'RE IN LOVEEE

receiving poisonous bottles which your ex tried to kill you with. My man can't get a break huh

Miles being chivalrous and protective and absolutely stealing my godsdamn heart (and phoenix's too)!

Klavier being the absolute king that he is we stan

The hostage situation section? gods miles must have been terrified.

Phoenix not being able to promise pearly that he'd always come back home and miles hearing it and like... ouch. my heart. you didn't need to do that (but i love your for it)

GODS THE CLIMAX WITH KRISTOPH WAS SOOO SATISFYING AND LIKE MY MAN PHOENIX REALLY PUNCHED THAT BITCH HUH

klavier baby I am so sorry

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

and thus my comment ends. I believe I have almost used up all of my commenting limits and i leave with these few parting words : HOLY SHIT YOUR AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU!

also I made a playlist on spotify for this fic! here's the link : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3k8lRHiO8ZXQDLpiTUL7SN?si=fc3b35b4ab064867

gods this was long huh

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY....WHERE DO I BEGIN...THE FACT THAT YOU BROKE THE CHARACTER LIMIT ON AO3 AND MADE A PLAYLIST? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

thank you so much for all the amazing things you said....i am crying on a Wednesday morning knowing my writing was appreciated this much. thank you!

#ask tag #long post #my fic #nymphietonkslupin

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floweryavenue · 3 years

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Ugh, so, I don't even know if anyone is actually gonna read this, and I'm not really the one who would participate in fandom very actively (I was always a passive observer, liking other's people content), but the stuff with the leaks of the extra 8 pages of snk ending has been really bothering me for the last few days, and I really need to get a few things off my chest.

I really wanted to wait till 9th June to form my full thoughts. However, since basically all pages have leaked anyway and quite a reliable source confirmed there is basically no additional context to them whatsoever, I decided I might as well write this anyway and vent somewhere to clear my head so I can finally move on with my life to focus on other things I like and with other important irl stuff. Moreover, since Tumblr seems like a reasonably safe space to do so (comparing to one hell of a Twitter...) I might as well do it here. So, let's go.

So, basically, my main problem with those pages is simply that... you just don't do that. No. You don't release an ending, make people think it's really the end, then say you're gonna release a few additional pages that won't change anything but simply clarify some things, and then, two months later, release these pages indeed but not only they don't actually clarify anything, but in fact, create even more plot holes. Furthermore, as a cherry on top, they change the ending quite completely. If those pages had been included in the original release, most people, myself included, would've moved on by now. But noooo, make us go through this hell again. Great :))))

And as for the content of those pages, well... I can't help but feel they really did quite a disservice to Mikasa, one of my favourite female characters ever. My biggest problem isn't even that she 'moved on' (whatever that means at this point, coz I feel like fandom has been successfully managing to butcher that term ever since 139 has dropped) and started a family on her own because I'm fully aware that falling in love again after you first love died is an entirely normal thing irl. But ffs, we're not talking about irl here; we're talking about snk and Mikasa. And the thing that MAINLY bothers me, is the way it has been presented.

I'm not going to delve into the husband's possible identities, 1) I'm not interested at all in participating in any ship wars, 2) because we don't even get to see his face and sources say we indeed don't get any direct confirmation in that regard. Not that this matters anyway, because we get presented with Mikasa on the one hand staring her own family, but on the other, still continuing to visit Eren's grave repeatedly throughout her life and in the end, getting buried with a scarf on, her dearest remembrance of Eren, and maybe even getting buried next to him (even tho, the latter is still not 100% confirmed, bcs here sources are contradictory, but judging by the general mood of those pages, I'd not be surprised at all if it turns out to be the case).

That makes me think the whole family-stuff was used only to present the passage of time and the fact that Mikasa never fully got over Eren, bcs we don't see the family in any other context besides the visits to the grave. And that leads me to my other question - was introducing the family really NECESSARY, then? Couldn't Mikasa simply visit the grave with Armin, and maybe even with Armin, Annie and their kids? Idk about you, but that would make 100% more sense to me. Also, don't get me even started, how much in the wrong way it rubs me that Mikasa, the character who, as we know, always deeply cared about others, even strangers (Gabi, etc.), would just drag her husband, her children and grandchildren to the grave of her first love on which she had written 'my most beloved, my dear'? Do I really need to elaborate on how WEIRD that is?

But I guess that's on me for believing a male author would write a satisfactory conclusion to the main female character (not Mikasa touring around Hizuru, not Mikasa playing with kids at the orphanage, no! Forced family plot, instead! Take that!)

As of Eremika, aka my most cherished paring ever since 2014... I guess the only good thing in that mess is that at least it doesn't invalidate them. If anything, it validates them even more, because the stuff I've mentioned earlier prove their love was eternal and Mikasa never truly got over it. So, all in all, I'm gonna still cherish them forever. There are still many unexplored aspects of their bond, so I believe we, as a community, have a big room to explore (pls, I'm begging you, explore with me all the possibilities of their four years in the cottage in the mountains, I swear, that sh!t has so much potential it's unbelievable).

As of Paradis getting destroyed, well, that leaves me bitter, even though after doing some thinking, that really might be the least out of place thing in those pages. At least according to sources, it happens when Mikasa is already dead, so at least Eren's wish of giving his friends long, secure lives came true. However, that would be it.

And as of titan's power still being there and some kid apparently finding the source of it... this just screams 'sequel-baiting', AND I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT. That's it.

To end my definitely too long rambling, I just wanna say, I really would have liked to wait till 9th June to publish my thoughts, but as I've said, those last few days have been driving me crazy and I really wanted just to get all of it off my chest and move on. I want for now to just focus on my irl things, like working on my master's thesis and other stuff giving me joy, like Eurovision next week coming back after 2-years-absence due to pandemic. Eurovision is one of the few things that I love, and I intend on fully enjoying it next week, not sulking on those leaks too much. And if by some completely unexpected miracle I get pleasantly surprised on 9th June (even tho I truly doubt it at this point) - that would be only a win for me, I guess.

Anyway, please remember, all that I have written here is ONLY MY OPINION, and if you disagree with anything, that's valid, you're completely entitled to that. I'm not publishing this to argue with anybody, only to clear my head. That's it.

If anyone has read this too long personal rant of mine - thank you, I'm kissing you on the forehead right now.

Oh, and remember - EREMIKA IS CANON. And always will be (no, that one is not up for discussion).

Also, we have that official High School AU, and Eren right now is quietly snoozing on Mikasa's shoulder during another Twilight marathon she made him to take part in, and Armin and Annie are dissing people together on reddit while bonding over their pretentious taste in music. That's canon, Isayama told me after I had phoned him to ask wtf.

PS To think I was almost sure those extra pages will be about Mikasa's reunion with the rest of the alliance... I guess it's time to put that clown make up on.

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Every time you answer an ask about how the Morvants would help you (with depression/anxiety/transphobic asshole parents) I would like to give you a kiss on the nose and the head (the Morvants too), you are doing the lords work and I want you to know that ot always, always makes my day and makes me smile, thank you

Aww, nonny. This is really, really kind of you to say. 🖤🖤🖤 Thank you so much, genuinely. 🥺

I’m really glad other people can find some comfort in my family of serial killers (as much as I always laugh to myself when I type that 😂). I don’t see a point in making characters to explore the darker sides of romance if they aren’t going to be supportive of all the parts of you, always, even the parts you yourself may find difficult. As someone who’s dealt with each of those things in a way (at least some depression, major anxiety, and being nbi/gq in a family that still calls me feminine things on the regular - not meanly, but it can still be exhausting), it’s also a great exercise for me too, in a way. I think there’s something powerful in thinking about how you like to be comforted and cared for, and what those things mean to you on a deeper level. I’m not with anybody irl, but I like to think that knowing how I would like to be loved might be useful in the meantime.

It’s also just a great way to explore the Morvants on a softer note - there’s an inherent sharpness to each of them in the magic they work with and what they have to do to keep it alive (*ba dum tssh*), so getting to figure out how they would care for the people they loved, and why they know how to live in the ways that they do, is always something that’s not only soothing to write, but fun.

But most importantly, I’m really glad I can do something for a minute for the people who are kind enough to ask. I know some words on a screen isn’t a a whole heck of a lot when you’re dealing with something heavy, but I appreciate each person who puts something in my inbox to ask. Asking for comfort, even a little, takes bravery that we don’t always recognize, because it means recognizing that you’re hurting. And I know that sounds super cheesy, but I still have problems sometimes acknowledging when I’m hurting because then it means I have to deal with it, you know? The anons who are sweet enough to send me a question already have a leg up on me there, and I’m always honored to give something admittedly pretty small to that. 🖤 I feel bad when I can’t get to them right at that exact moment, but I always hope when I can, they still find it when they need it.

I didn’t mean to hurgle all over your kind ask, nonny, but I wanted to return the nose and forehead kisses as best I could. 🥰 I love y’all, the Morvants would absolutely adore all of y’all, and if there’s anything we can ever do to make things a little better, we’d be happy to. ♥️♥️♥️

#nice people #nonny!!#really though if I’m gonna be sitting here tapping away on my phone all day #making things suck even a little less is literally the least I can do #so I’m always happy and honored when someone gives me the opportunity 🖤

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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Platonic! Hotch x Reader: Payback

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Reader is Jack’s babysitter. Y/N was hired the second Hayley went back to work after having Jack. Since Hayleys death, Y/N has stepped up to take care of Jack full time. That includes living at the Hotchner residences.

Spoilers for season 5 below:

Imagine hotch didn’t kill foyet, imagine it was Y/N. after hayley, they lost foyets trail and resumed their lives.

Lets pretend they didnt go back into protective custody. Bc obviously if this happened irl they would

Tw: foyet shit, stabbing with scissors.

“Y/N!” You felt a tiny human jump on top of you.

You immediately woke up, making sure not to jerk out of bed so you didn’t push Jack off of you. “What’s up little man?”

“Daddy said to wake you up!” You groaned at his answer, causing him to giggle.

“Did I oversleep?”

Hotch answered from the doorway, “no, I got called in early.”

“Oh shoot.” You immediately got up, Jack following. “I missed breakfast?” You asked as you pulled your sweater on.

“Breakfast didn’t even start.” He laughed. You liked seeing him at ease, he was your friend and he was always stressed. “But Strauss called and said there’s a lot of paperwork.”

“Want me to bring you lunch?” You asked as Jack led the way to the kitchen, you and Hotch following suit.

“If you find the time with him.” He pointed to the child skipping in front of you. “He’s extra energetic this morning. Said he had a good dream and now he’s happy.”

“I’ll make time, we can go to the park during lunch. Gives him some exercise.” You said as he sat down at the table.

“Aright, see you at noon, goodbye Y/N.” He squeezed your shoulder, then kissed Jack's head and said goodbye to him.

He walked out the door, and you couldn’t help but wonder what today would bring. One time….one time when he squeezed your shoulder and said goodbye, you went into protective custody away from Jack and Hayley. Then a month later, got a phone call saying Hayley was dead.

Not just dead, murdered.

And Foyet was still out there. But everyone was positive he’d move on. He took Hotch’s love away from him, so everyone assumed he’d moved on to a new victim.

Boy, you really hoped that was the case.

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Hotch sat down at his desk, ready to start work, then he noticed something. Hotch loved you like a daughter. You were truly a blessing in his life. He even had a photo of you three on his desk.

And now that photo was gone. In it’s place, Hayley’s necklace.

Hotch’s stomach sank, he immediately called you and your phone went to voicemail. He sent you a text, “Foyet’s close.” He knew he had to think rationally, given that you and Jack were in danger. He couldn't mess it up.

He couldn’t lose you, too.

He knew Foyet wouldn’t harm Jack, Foyet wanted to punish Hotch, so he’d make Hotch see his son in pain, first losing his mother, then losing his sister-like figure. He ran to the team, they were at their desks, “meeting room, five minutes.” He needed those five minutes to discuss with Garcia.

He walked to her office and told her everything. And how he wanted her to hack into his security cameras and check on you. Which, she immediately did. He walked back up and told the team everything, then Garcia walked in.

“Sir?” Garcia asked.

“Yes?”

“I managed to get the security camera footage from your house.”

“Show it, now. On the big screen.”

It showed you and Jack in your bedroom, watching The Golden Girls (yes you got the boy into The Golden Girls he talks like Sophia all the time) That’s when you heard the bang.

Garcia enhanced the audio. You looked at Jack, “hey buddy, how bout you go read in our favorite reading spot, okay?” His heart sank at the fact you had to use part of the Protocall Words that you two had discussed. There was a code-locked room in the back of the house, that’s where he was going.

When Jack was at a safe distance away from you, you beeped your code into the mini safe that was beneath your bed.

“What is she doing?” Morgan asked.

“She’s getting ready to protect herself and Jack.” Emily answered.

“You armed her with a gun?”

Hotch nodded, “when everything with Hayley happened, she suggested being protected and learning how to defend herself and Jack if it came to it. I happily put her through classes so she learned every fighting skill she could.”

“Call all units you can, dispatch them. Discreetly, I don’t want this scaring Foyet into killing her.”

You checked to make sure the gun was loaded, then you put it into your waistband of your pants, you pulled your shirt over it to conceal it. You patted your pockets, Hotch was confused, then saw your phone light up on the table downstairs.

The cameras switched, you maneuvered the hall, moving quietly. Hotch saw you checking windows and when you didn’t see anybody outside, he knew you well enough that you were scared but wouldn’t show it.

The front door creaked open.

Hotch was holding his breath, you were his best friend, despite the 15+ year age difference, you both grieved Hayley, you both loved Jack. You both would do anything to protect each other and Jack.

He heard the team’s intake of breath. The cameras switched to Foyet’s entrance. He was wearing his mask and all black attire. Two camera views were side by side, you peering over the bannister, and Foyet maneuvering. When Foyet wasn’t looking, you tossed a shoe across the room, to a corner that Foyet couldn’t see. So it’d make a distracting bang for you to get to the Panic Room as you and Jack dubbed it. Foyet turned to go to the corner.

“She’s smart.” Prentiss said, keeping her voice quiet, as if Foyet could hear them. Hotch thought about going with the units. But he knew, he couldn’t move away from the screen.

You crept down the stairs, then you ran to the other hallway, where he couldn’t see you, except, he heard the rush of air and the rustle of clothes. He spun around.

You put the code to the locked room into the panel, the door popped open, but it beeped. Foyet ran up behind you and wrapped a headphone cord around your neck. You gasped from the lack of air, and as he pulled you away from the door, you kicked the door shut to lock again.

He dragged you through the living room, he threw you to the ground, stomach first. He ripped the gun from your waistband and threw it against the wall away from you two. He rolled you over and crawled on top of you.

As he sat up to hit you again, straddling your waist, you sat up quickly and did the only thing you could do.

You, quite literally, grabbed him by the balls.

All the males in the room flinched, and Garcia said, “go girl.”

He hissed in pain, then grounded out. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.” You growled, rage filling your eyes. You spat in his face. He shot back, and you used that opportunity to let go of him and kick him where it really, really, hurts.

He flew back, hitting the glass table in the living room, breaking it with his impact. And, in the time it took for him to get back up and grab the gun again; you were gone.

He groaned, “dammit.”

Despite the lump in his throat, and the fact that his stomach was in his feet, Hotch smiled. Foyet had no idea what you were capable of.

He scoured the area where you disappeared too. He found himself in Hotch’s office.

Hotch watched as Foyet’s eyes saw the open closet door and crept towards it.

Hotch started tearing up, he was holding his breath. But he was unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.

But, what Foyet didn’t see, was that the door was left open so you could hide behind the door.

Then, he watched as you lept from behind the door and drove a pair of scissors into the Foyets neck.

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The next few hours went by in a blur.

After, you stabbed Foyet, you sat down against the wall, waiting. He watched as you stared at Foyet dying on the ground. You didn’t raise your eyes from his body. Not to wipe his blood off your hands, not to wipe your bleeding nose, not even to check your busted lip or pick the crusted blood from your hair.

Instead, you watched as Foyet tried to fight, tried to get up and hurt you. But instead, you smiled. “Paybacks a bitch, huh?”

Foyet tried to move again and you mock-pouted, “aww, you mad you can’t control this situation or torture me? Fuck you.” You hissed, then Foyet took his dying breath.

A minute later, he watched SWAT enter his home, he watched officers peel the gun from your fingertips, he watched them guide you up. Then, you calmly walked to the panic room, looked at the Chief and said. “Kindly, back up, don’t let Jack see you. In fact, can you hand me a jacket and gloves so Jack doesn’t see this blood on me?” You requested.

What surprised him is that they listened to you, you covered up your body and hands. You then went to the couch, as if you had all the time in the world, you grabbed a blanket.

You pressed the code into the room, walked in, then walked out with Jack curled in the blanket, his face tucked into your shoulder. He didn’t have to hear, he knew you told him to close his eyes and not look.

Then the outside cameras showed you getting into an FBI vehicle. That’s when he turned away from the screens.

He raced to the doors, JJ readied first aid, Prentiss helped her, she wet cloths for the blood. The ten minutes drive felt longer, but then he saw you and Jack come through the doors. He immediately hugged you. He heard you sniff, so he held you tighter.

You were the one who pulled away, and you put Jack into his arms. You sniffed, while your eyes were teared up, you didn’t let them fall and swallowed them. You turned to go to first aid, your body was hurting. But then you saw Struass.

You knew of her, she interviewed you when Hayley was murdered, to see if Hotch was as put together at home as he was at work. You told her to never contact you again, you were furious when she had the audacity to ask if he was abusive.

“Miss. L/N. I just have a few questions-”

You cut her off, “Strauss, there are a lot of words I can use to describe you. But the fact, that you are questioning me, someone who just killed one of America’s most prolific serial killers, someone who has more trauma than your entire bloodline combined, someone who has dealt with more than you can possibly imagine, makes you a massive, heartless, cowardly, bitch.” You hissed, then you did something that Hotch would admire you forever for, you shoved her shoulder and pushed her out of the way. You nodded to JJ and Prentiss, who immediately followed you to clean you up.

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Strauss paid for a hotel suite for you three to reside in. You had your room, Hotch and Jack had theirs. It was joined by a living room and kitchen. You’d be there for about two weeks. Maybe more. It all depended on whether or not you could step foot in the house again.

You weren’t going to quit your job. You loved them. But, you knew it’d take time to heal.

You had kept a stable mindset all through the process of that day. You got Jack tucked into bed, then you shut the bedroom door. You turned to find Hotch sitting on the couch.

“Hey big fella.” You smiled looking at Hotch.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said horsley.

“It’s okay. I signed up for this the second I signed that babysitters contract Hayley made.”

Hotch huffed a laugh, “she was so proud of that contract.” You nodded and smiled, you went to go sit on the couch next to Hotch. “Don’t let this eat you up inside, Mr. Hothcner.”

“How many times am I going to have to tell you to call me Aaron?” He smiled sadly.

“When you stop blaming yourself for me and Jack having to run earlier today, that’s when I will stop calling you Mr. Hotchner.”

“You know Hayley liked you cause you gave me shit. She’s probably laughing right now.”

“Oh one hundred percent.” You smiled, it was easier for you to smile right now than show sadness. And fear.

“What’d Struass want?” He asked, swirling his whiskey in the glass.

“Wanted to know if I was fucking my boss.” You said. “I told her to go fuck herself since she was so interested in who I was fucking.”

He laughed, a full throaty laugh. Then you said, “I’m sure you’re gonna hear about that on Monday.”

“Frankly, I don't think so. She’ll be too embarrassed.”

“Good, when she said she wanted to question Jack, I almost….” You shook your head. “I almost punched her in the face.”

“She’ll see how tough you are. She’s probably watching the footage right now.”

You grimaced, “did you see….”

“The full on ball grab? Yes, we all did.”

“Gah,” you rubbed your face. “I can’t believe my boss saw me yank someone's balls.”

He laughed again, “don’t worry, your pay just got promoted.”

“You already pay me enough, plus allow me to live the rent free.”

“You’re family, Y/N. Hell, the money can put you through therapy.”

You huffed a laugh, “I’m going to go to bed,” you got up. “Goodnight Aaron.” You smiled kindly. Then you walked away to your room without anything else.

The second your door latched, you started crying.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #Thomas Gibson #platonic criminal minds

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