#considering I'm used to being overworked and never thanked

[ejunkiet]

I'm running the office bakeoff, and all I can bake is amaretti hehehe

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Hello fellow Vox Simp!

Have you ever considered Vox with a gamer partner? Or a Hacker partner?

The Gamer would have to be a soft Vox, picture them just hiding out in his penthouse waiting to give Vox attention whenever he's around. They would try cooking food from games but hey it's the thought that counts right. Maybe they have game related powers. Could happily aid Vox with getting VoxTech into the gaming market.

Hacker could be any kinda Vox. Vox struggles with code, Hacker can handle it. Someone trying to compete in the tech market, give the Hacker ten minutes and Voxtech owns that company.

Anything you write from these ideas I'm sure would be amazing!

Thanks! 🦈

I’m gonna be honest… this threw me off for a moment lol. I love it, my brain just isn’t working! You know how finals season can be. Anyway, sorry for the late reply but here’s what I’ve got! (Feel free to request again or clarify if I misunderstood anything!)

Game Over (Vox x Hacker!Reader)

-You knew coding better than most- not that it was hard, considering it wasn’t a particularly common skill. What was a surprise was your understanding of Vocode, a coding language Vox made up specifically for Voxtek. It’s indecipherable to most, and even himself sometimes, yet you’ve managed to get a perfect understanding of it.

-You didn’t really use your knowledge for good. You were in Hell for a reason, after all.

-Maybe you were hired for your proficiency in coding. Maybe you tried to hack into Voxtek systems. Either way, Vox had you on lock and key.

-You found that you didn’t mind too much. He used your skills for his own gain and supplied you with high quality tech, something you’d never have gotten otherwise.

-Of course, you’re more than ‘business’ partners now. Your relationship goes beyond that.

-He was nice enough, when it came to you. You weren’t exempt from his bad moods or anything, but he was kinder towards you. He made an effort, and that’s what counts.

-He often overworked himself, lashing out when he was frustrated. You could recognize these moods easily, and always went through the Voxtek systems to see who had fucked up to get him in a bad mood this time. You took care of it for him.

-Vox struggled with Vocode sometimes, and often called you in to help him. He’d be in a huff and demand you show him how you did it, explaining every step. And so you did.

-He sat in your lap as you worked, insisting it was because he didn’t want to miss a single thing. You noticed his system ran a bit hotter when this happened. Not overheating, but he seemed to like it.

-So he sat there like a cat, stubborn. You explained the ins and outs as best you could, but he seemed distracted as you moved. You shifted him a little to reach what you needed to better. He seemed less interested in actually learning and more interested in just being near you.

-Sometimes you suspected he wasn’t having a problem with the code and that he just wanted to spend time with you. You didn’t mind. It was endearing.

Bonus!

As I sat at my desk, immersed in lines of code, Vox's loomed over me like a comforting shadow. He leaned against my chair, his screen resting on my shoulder as he watched me work with keen interest.

"What are you working on?" he asked, his voice soft and curious.

I glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Just some maintenance on the Vocode compiler," I said, gesturing to the screen filled with lines of complex code.

Vox had previously seemed to be admiring something- and it wasn’t the code. Now his gaze shifted to the screen as he studied the intricate patterns of code on the screen. "You never cease to amaze me," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine awe.

I felt a warm flush of pride spread through me at his words. He didn’t hand out compliments, usually he didn’t like to acknowledge that he had any attachment to anyone- he saw that as weakness. The fact he’d be so open with me was nice, something I was still getting used to.

"Thank you," I said, quieter than before. I had a small, sort of happy and content smile on my face.

Without another word, Vox pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. I leaned back against his chest, reveling in the warmth of his presence as I continued to work. The soft hum of his screen head was comforting, as was the white noise that accompanied it when I took a break to give him a kiss or compliment him.

Together, we made the perfect team, in my opinion. Absolute power couple. As the hours passed we switched positions a little so I could work easier.

As the soft glow of the computer screen illuminated the dimly lit room, I sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a tangle of wires and circuit boards. Vox sat comfortably in my lap, his head resting against my chest as he watched me work with a mixture of fascination and admiration.

"So, let me get this straight," Vox said, his voice tinged with awe. "You're telling me that by bypassing this firewall and rerouting the encrypted data through this server, we can access their entire database?"

I nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips. "That's right," I said lightly. I gave him a quick kiss,” my fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease. "With a little bit of my coding magic, we'll have everything we need to give Voxtek the upper hand."

Vox leaned back against me, his body relaxed against mine as he watched the code scroll across the screen. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. "I just do what I can to help," I said with a grin, though secretly pleased by his praise.

And as the night wore on and the lines of code blurred together in a whirlwind of binary, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than right here, with Vox in my arms, making magic happen one line of code at a time.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔻𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ This fic choice doesn't really have much of a history... I'm just simp for Lynette myself and wanted to write that for my simp heart <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ when you weren't dating Lynette yet, of course you were crushing a lot but you also didn't wanted to scare her away, so you kept most of adoration inside...

✧ that's why when you started dating... she was surprised to say the least

✧ your dating started calm, but the longer it lasted, the more adoration you showed for her

"Y/N, there's no need for you to move all those boxes at once. It's my job after all."

"You rest, m'lady! I'll take care of everything!"

"Did you even heard what I said...?"

✧ she loves you too after all, so whenever you lead yourself to overworking because of her, she's not gonna just watch you struggle

✧ if she needs to, she'll scold you, but she sometimes also uses tender voice if there's no other choice, which usually leaves you blushing and fangirling even if you're any other gender

✧ don't get her wrong, she's happy she can rely on you but she also knows her and your limits

✧ she's ale not the type to get easily affected by your sweet talks, if anything it's her leaving you blushing despite you trying to do the opposite

"You're so amazing, Lynette! You're literally so strong and independent... I love you so so much I just want to kiss you and appreciate you and all!!"

"Heh... well why thank you. Aren't you sweet?"

"S-Sw-Sweet?!!! ACKWHDIFU"

"Eh... seems I over crossed the line again without even trying this time..."

✧ don't worry, she's the type to wake you up from your little panic mind with small splash of water. Don't worry, normal one... not primordial... she could never.

✧ but at least by being so hopelessly in love, you've gained approval of her siblings quite easily! The hardest to crack was Lyney, but when he saw your dedication towards his sister, he noticed she's safe with you

✧ they stopped minding so much, even she sometimes calls you because she could either pick to go with Lyney or you, since location she's going to is considered a little bit dangerous...

✧ tho it may not be as easy with their Father... it definitely gives you some points that all siblings like you already!

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your cat tea lover~

[naveymoon]

𖧧 Safe Inside (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3220

Summary: Noticing that the Colonel has been overworking Elvis for some time, you are not surprised when Vernon approaches you for assistance in dragging a lethargic Elvis out of bed to prepare for his concert. However, you are far too worried for your beloved to even consider listening to Vernon or the Colonel, and instead, choose to spend your time caring for him and insuring his safety and well-being.

Note(s): I purely wrote this to comfort myself, I cannot lie, but I hope you all enjoy it, too! Thank you so much for all the love on my stories, I am forever appreciative for all of you!!! <3 As always, all feedback is appreciated, but please be nice! Thank you, El ᵕ̈

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*.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You'd only been home from work for about five minutes before your phone started buzzing in its holster. When you pick it up, you expect to hear Elvis' silky voice asking you how work was and for advice on his pre-concert anxiousness, but instead you hear Vernon's voice greeting you.

"Y/N? Is that Y/N?"

Sitting against the counter, you wrap the phone cord around your fingers, "Yes, it's me. Is everything all right?"

"Yes, everything is fine—actually, no. Elvis is…" Vernon stutters his words, seemingly conflicted over something. "He's refusing to get out of bed, regardless of the fact that he has a performance in three hours. I was wondering if you could come over and help us in getting him up. He's not listening to me, let alone the Colonel, and he has a hell of a soft spot for you."

You lean against the counter, evidently anxious about your partner, "What's the matter with him? Why isn't he getting out of bed? Is he sick?"

Vernon sighs down the phone line, as if he is trying not to be heard by people nearby. "I-I'm not sure, Y/N, I'm not sure. The Colonel insists on him performing tonight, and you're our last chance; otherwise, I'm not sure what he'll do to him."

"Alright, alright," you say, straightening your back and running your fingers over your hair. "Tell Elvis I'm coming, okay? And, Vernon?"

In response, he hums.

"Don't let the Colonel touch him while I'm not there."

Vernon exhales a breath of relief, "Of course. Thank you, Y/N, thank you."

You re-holster the phone and reach for the car keys, which you had earlier flung to the table in your elation at being home. You collect your stuff from the floor and head for the door, beginning your descent to Graceland.

☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Vernon is waiting for you as you park your car in front of the house, watching as you race to the porch steps, where he waits nervously with a smile. As you approach him, he extends his hand and says, "Thank you so much for coming, Y/N."

"Vernon, if he's sick, I am not forcing him to get out of bed." You say this right away, knowing how overworked your poor boyfriend is by both his boss and his father. You had expressed your concerns to Elvis weeks earlier, anticipating that something like this might occur, but he had simply assured you that he could manage it and that you should not be worried about him. You clearly did not listen to or believe him. "So, please don't ask or expect me to."

He catches your wrist and glances behind him to make sure no one else is around. "I don't want to, Y/N, but the Colonel…he won't accept no for an answer. He just yells. I'm worried about Elvis; he's never been this bad."

"I would rather he yell at me than Elvis collapse on stage." With a sigh, you reach down to pat Vernon's hand. "I'm going to see him and if he's sick, he is not getting on that stage tonight, alright?"

"Alright," Vernon says reluctantly.

You enter the house, automatically heading for the staircase that would lead you to your lover. As you make your way to the top level, you can hear the Colonel scolding Elvis and telling him how disappointed all of his fans will be. The sound of miserable coughs and groans in response to his superiors' statements fills you with rage, and you are more than ready to confront his so-called boss as you approach Elvis' bedroom door, which is slightly ajar.

When you fully open it, you notice how dark the room is. The Colonel straightens up from his position leaning over a clump of blankets in the middle of the bed to face the door as it creaks open. His expression brightens but also darkens when he sees you, obviously expecting you to account for Elvis's appearance on stage, but not appreciating how he has been seen in such a compromising situation with his alleged son-figure.

"Ah, look at that! It's Y/N!" The Colonel applauds, extending his hands in a joyful gesture. "You don't want your girlfriend to see you acting so childishly now, do you? Come on, now. Up."

He snatches your boyfriend's robe-clad arm, which he uselessly holds in the air before Elvis drags it back under the covers, back in the safety of the blanket barricade.

You rush forward as the Colonel reaches for the blankets, presumably to take them from Elvis and strip him even more of his dignity, "Wait, give us some space for a minute. Let me speak to him."

"You…" The Colonel stares at you disapprovingly, as though you lack the power to move even your littlest finger. He looks between you and the huddle of blankets on the bed, "Yes, you will speak with him and we will get back on track. Don't be long now, boy, we are off schedule as it is."

The Colonel passes by you and pats your shoulder, leaning in and preventing you from getting any closer to Elvis while he has his claws on you. "The only thing that matters is he gets out of that bed and onto that stage tonight. We have whatever drugs are needed, just do your best."

You back away from him, looking at him in disbelief, but he ignores your horror, stepping out of the room and closing the door slightly behind him.

Unable to believe what you've just heard and seen from the man who is meant to be looking after your boyfriend, you're stunned for a little while, unable to imagine what he's been filling Elvis' mind with while the two were alone. You've been standing there for approximately a minute when you hear a hoarse voice call your name.

You walk over to the bed and take a careful seat on the edge, remembering your initial plan, "Elvis, honey? You in there?"

You unwrap the blankets as if they are the most precious Christmas gifts, ultimately finding the man you love hiding beneath. His hair is slicked back, sweat drenching his forehead, and his eyes are sagged down with horrible purple bags. He looks you over pitifully before closing his eyes again, even the smallest amount of light making him feel miserable.

"Baby..."

"Feel like shit, doll." he grimaces, a shudder running down his spine.

"I can see why," you say softly, leaning in to delicately press a palm over his forehead, which he first jerks away from. "Christ, you're like a furnace."

"I gotta perform." Elvis sighs, miserably turning over toward you and shivering.

"Elvis!" You almost exclaim, but then you recall his predicament. "I'm not going to watch you go out there like this, baby. You're barely conscious right now, and I bet you can barely stand. What if you collapse on stage?"

He lacks the strength to argue with you, his eyelashes fluttering every now and then as unconsciousness threatens to overpower him, so you carefully uncover him once more and lean over to kiss his burning forehead "Honey, you're sick, and the Colonel can say whatever he wants, but your true fans, those who genuinely care about you, will understand why you can't perform tonight. I'm not going to force you to stay in bed, but please don't put your body or yourself through anything more until you've recovered. I can't handle the thought of anything worse happening to you knowing I could have prevented it."

"'kay," he mumbles after listening to your emotional speech, reaching out blindly to wrap his arm around you in the hope of drawing you and your body heat closer to him. "Stay."

You sigh as his robe sticks to him as you massage your palm across his back, "I'm just going to talk to your Daddy and the Colonel, okay? Then I'll bring you some medicine and some tea, and I'll lay with you."

As your heat leaves him, he whines faintly, and you softly soothe him, pulling the covers around him again for the time being and stroking your hand through his hair.

As you prepare to rise, he calls out weakly, his voice heavy with sleep, "Promise you'll…you'll come back?"

"I promise, baby."

You stroke his hair a couple more times before light snores emerge from beneath the blankets. You gradually remove your hand, automatically resting it on his forehead again to check on him, the searing heat hitting you once again, before sighing and rising from the bed.

There is no way he is going out there.

As you exit the bedroom, you quietly close the door before proceeding to the Colonel and Vernon, who are clustered at the end of the corridor by the staircase, presumably discussing something thoroughly.

"Y/N!" The Colonel says as he notices you walking over before his expression drops at the absence of presence alongside you. "My boy is just getting showered and dressed, I assume?"

Vernon can tell by the expression on your face what you're about to say, and he tenses up in anticipation.

"He's asleep. 'Your' boy is exhausted, Colonel." You say this while keeping your voice low so as not to wake Elvis. "He can't stay awake for more than a minute, and he has a terrible, terrible fever. You expect him to put on a good show in that state?"

"What are you saying?" asks the Colonel, agitated.

"Colonel, I'm saying he's not going with you tonight. You must cancel the event." You hold your ground, even as he stands over you, giving you the look he wants you to feel intimidated by. "He is not your own performing monkey; he's a human being and a sick one at that. He has to rest or you'll put him in the hospital for far longer than necessary. Just give him some time to rest, damnit!"

Vernon is shocked when you challenge Elvis' superior, but the Colonel appears even more surprised. He never perceived you as a fighter, or as particularly powerful, yet you never faltered in his presence. He would have been impressed if his ego hadn't gotten in the way of everything else.

"You tell that boy when he wakes," he brushes past you, frustration emanating from his body, taking a few steps down the staircase before looking back up in your and Vernon's direction, "that he and I need to have a conversation about his future in show business if he's gonna call off a once in a lifetime opportunity with a god-forsaken cold."

A meaningless argument bubbles up on your tongue, fizzling out as Vernon's hand rests on your arm to stop you, the two of you watching as the Colonel walks away. As he marches out and the house calms down after the front door slams, you cautiously turn to face Vernon, almost expecting him to be as upset with you as the Colonel was.

"Vernon, I-"

He wraps his arms around you, prompting you to tense up in surprise, as you are fully unprepared for the gesture. As he clings to you, his body trembles, and you carefully put your arms around him in return, "Thank you, Y/N, thank you, thank you, thank you. You did something for my son today that I could not. Gladys would be turning in her grave if Elvis performed like that tonight, but I wasn't brave enough to intervene. She would be extremely proud of you and grateful to have you here for our son."

"You called me, you knew what was right for him deep down." You gently remind him, drifting away when you hear Elvis coughing uncomfortably in the room down the hall. "Don't forget that he is your son before he is the Colonel's party trick. We are both here for Elvis, we gotta do right by him like he always does by us."

"He's lucky to have you, Y/N," Vernon says quietly.

You return a smile, shifting your gaze to the creaking bedroom door behind you. Elvis peeks out, still wrapped in dozens of blankets, his eyes squinted, a pale complexion with rosy cheeks making up the rest of his face, "Y/N?"

"Elvis," you gasp, rushing over to him as he staggers slightly and crashes against the wall. Sighing softly, you grasp his arm and wrap it around your shoulders, "C'mon, you can barely stand. Straight back to bed, mister."

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Waking up the next day, you feel exhausted yourself. The night had been long, very long, with Elvis waking up nearly every hour shivering and on the verge of tears from delirium, lack of sleep, and the intensity of the fever. Of course, you were comfortable being there for him during that, since you had battled for him to have time to rest, and hell if you weren't going to help him get through it given how hard the toll of being overworked had hit him, but how badly it pained you to see him that way.

When you eventually summon the will to look over at the clock on the wall, noting the time as nearing eleven, you let out a low sigh and look down at the weight on your chest, and you have no desire to move. Elvis is nearly completely on top of you, his unusually warm body resting over half of yours, his head snuggled into your neck as he lets out gentle, short breaths from his lips, his arms wrapped around your torso and waist like you're some giant, personal teddy-bear, and a leg crossing yours and keeping you slightly propped up. Regardless of how strange the arrangement seemed, you hadn't ever felt so at home, especially knowing that Elvis was getting the rest and recovery time that he deserved more than anybody or anything.

You realise, pressing a kiss to his head, that you should probably make him some food and tea to both fill his stomach and ease his throat after coughing all night; but, as you begin to move out of his clutches, he merely tightens his grip, nuzzling in deeper.

"I have to get up a second, honey." You mumble, carefully combing your fingers through his hair to soothe him back to sleep so you may escape his grasp. He makes a disagreeable noise, which you acknowledge with a smile. "We can cuddle more soon, baby, just let me go for a minute."

He huffs groggily, withdrawing his arms and allowing you to slip out of his embrace just long enough for him to reach for your hand in the spur of the moment. He leans over to kiss your fingers before slipping back under the blankets, drowsily muttering before falling back asleep, "Never leave me."

You frown and whisper, "I would never," before you walk out of the bedroom with your bare feet padding along the carpet.

When you walk into the kitchen a few moments later, your gaze is drawn to Vernon, who is sitting at the counter reading a newspaper. He is sipping on a mug of coffee and appears to be well rested. He senses your presence and turns to greet you, smiling, "Morning, Y/N."

"Morning," You yawn and make your way to the coffee jug on the counter, reaching into one of the cabinets for a mug. As you pour, you look around to see if there is anything you can make for Elvis, but your selections are rather limited.

"How is he doing?" Vernon asks, clearing his throat.

"He's not as hot today," you say, sipping the coffee from your mug. "He just needs lots of rest today, and some sort of food."

"Thank you for all this, Y/N, we are all truly grateful you're here." Vernon says as he rises from his chair.

You watch as he opens a cabinet and pulls out some canned soup, muttering softly, "You're welcome."

"Would this work?" he asks, holding out a can of chicken soup.

"Perfect." You grin, gladly accepting the tin and instinctively making your way to the stove. "Thank you."

As you begin to prepare the soup for your lover, you can't help but feel glad for the opportunity to care for him; out of everyone in the world, here you are doting on the Elvis Presley, and loving him is the finest thing you have in your life. Of course, you hated seeing him unwell, but having him in your arms and nursing him back to health is an opportunity you would not pass up. You loved and cared for him more than anything else in the world, and you would battle for his health and happiness at any cost.

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A few hours later, around four o'clock in the afternoon, you and Elvis are tangled up in bed again, a movie playing on the television in front of his bed, merely relieving the silence as the two of you lie sleepily in the sheets. A damp flannel is draped across his forehead and part of your stomach, wetting your shirt and causing you to tremble, but you battle through it since that is what he requires.

You're on the verge of falling asleep, ready to drift away, but the practical side of you is aware that your lover might need you in some manner if you do. You glance down at the boy who is holding you, his head resting on your stomach, and watch as he dreams away his illness.

You move slightly to make yourself more comfortable, and he grumbles softly beneath you, "Stop movin' so much, doll."

"Sorry, honey," you giggle, leaning back against the pillow and transferring your gaze to the television screen, knowing you won't fall asleep while Elvis is still unwell.

As he settles back down, he raises his head, turning it to face you and looking up at you with sleepy, sparkling eyes. The flannel falls to the sheets below, and you reach down to grab it to prevent it from soaking the linens more. You look down at Elvis as you place the flannel on the bedside table, your hand on his cheek, your thumb stroking his skin. "You feel okay, sweetheart? Need me to get you anything?"

"I'm good, baby," he mumbles, his eyelids falling shut once again.

You nod, laying your head against the king-sized bed's headboard and resting your own eyes in tiredness. "I love y'so much," Elvis says as he removes your hand from his cheek and pulls it down to his lips, pressing sleepy kisses to your skin and each of your fingers.

"You do?" you ask, a smirk spreading over your lips. "I love you too, baby."

"Mm," he nuzzles higher along your body, his head now just below your chest, "y're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Don't deserve you."

"That's your fever talking, baby, you deserve the whole world and more," you say, rubbing your fingertips across his sweat-splattered brow.

He hums in dissent before two fingers brush across your face, prompting you to open your eyes lazily and glance down at your lover, who is considerably closer than you expected. You laugh as he puckers his lips pitifully, leaning down and kissing his chapped lips, feeling him smile against you.

"Now get some more rest, mister, the world is missing you already."

[kitashousewife]

you & me

an: i feel like gojo needs a break every now and then!! the chance to relax and i feel like he should get spoiled too!!!

pairings: gojo x fem!reader

warnings: angst from gojo, stress, anxiety, sorcerer au but everyone is happy and alive, alcohol mention and consumption, food mention, suggestive content

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gojo's head hangs over the back of his desk chair as he lets out a long, exhaustion-filled sigh. he sways back and forth slightly, eyes shut, trying to relax for a few minutes. if he's not teaching, he's somewhere around the world on a mission. if he's not doing either of those, he's lying awake in bed with a drumming heart and a hyperactive mind.

with you by his side, of course.

being the strongest has its perks, for sure. challenges that help him grow and improve, opportunities to see the world, as well as more than enough financial stability. it's quite nice to be at the top.

it's pretty lonely as well.

the demand of it all has begun to take a toll on gojo, both mentally and physically. his bones ache, and his muscles strain more than they have before. just this morning during his training with the second years, he allowed himself to get pinned rather quickly by maki in 30 seconds. his fingers shake no matter how much he eats or drinks. even in his late twenties, gojo feels almost triple that.

the mental effects are a whole other story. at this point, he hasn't slept in almost four days, not that he hasn't tried. gojo's usually sharp mind is exhausted during fights, hyper-focused, and completely used up by the end of the day. and, for the first time in his life, he feels anxious. constantly looking behind himself, checking the school cameras, and even begging to install stricter security on your shared home than you already have.

he exhales, opening his eyes. he just wants a vacation.

"i'm really sorry, but nobody else is available," principal yaga sympathizes over the phone. the end of your pen taps on your notebook while you think.

"nobody from kyoto? what about a team? i know it's important, but satoru is tired and-"

"i know he is," yaga agrees. "but i told you, i can't find anyone else. i'm afraid that this mission needs someone of gojo's caliber. unless a miracle happens, i can't guarantee any time off. i'm sorry, i really am."

you rub your eyes, nodding as you cross off yet another failed idea.

"no worries. thank you for trying though."

you hang up and groan. this is the fifth idea that you've come up with today. valentine's is only a couple away, and you want to plan something special for your boyfriend. he's clearly overworked, yet he never fails to spoil you. it's your turn.

if something could work, of course.

you think for a few more minutes before giving up. you rise from your spot at the kitchen table, shuffling towards the fridge. at least you could make some dinner before he gets home.

"hey sweetheart," gojo's very tired frame comes through the garage door.

dinner will have to wait.

"hi! i'm so happy to see you." you give him a large hug, and notice that he leans into you a bit more than normal. he's already out of his blindfold and uniform jacket, both thrown on the floor near his shoes.

"i'm happier to see you. how about we order pizza or something? don't worry about cooking anything tonight."

you smile. even with his fatigue, he just wants to make you happy.

"whatever you want, 'toru."

the evening feels short. after eating dinner together and watching a couple episodes of a show that neither of you really notices, gojo heads to take a shower. you hope to figure out more of the valentine's festivities before he comes out.

you think about surprising him at work. going there early, setting up some decorations and his favorite treats all nice before he arrives. it's a great plan, except he would notice you were gone.

you consider seeing a movie, maybe even the nice theater that opened up. much to your dismay, every show time is sold out.

you're about to try another theater when your phone rings.

"i'm so sorry for calling this late. do you have a few minutes?" it's yaga again. he only calls you if he can't get ahold of gojo himself. your stomach turns.

"don't apologize. and sure, is everything okay?"

he chuckles. "actually, yes. turns out the kyoto branch wants to handle it. they have a team that i'm fairly confident will be able to get the job done, and then some."

your turning changes to butterflies. "what are you saying?"

the smile in your voice must be evident, as he laughs again.

"i'm saying that you're clear. gojo won't have any missions for at least a couple weeks, so he's all yours."

you jump up and down a couple times. "oh, my gosh. thank you, so much. i can't thank you enough."

"don't mention it. he deserves it."

you end the call, running over to your laptop. you might be able to pull this off.

"what's got you so excited?"

"satoru!"

he grins from behind you. he knows how much you hate when he sneaks up on you.

"really though, everything okay?"

"yeah. everything is perfect."

you shuffle by him towards your shared bedroom. he raises an eyebrow. his lithe frame leans against the wall while you grab pajamas.

"you're hiding something."

"six-eyes tell you that?"

he snorts. "no, i just know you. tell me, pretty girl. what's going on?"

"you'll find out in a couple days!" you peck him on the lips and get into bed. he joins you with a shake of his head. for the first time in a while, gojo gets a few hours of sleep.

if someone was to win the world's most impatient award, it would be gojo satoru. you're happy that today is the day to finally spoil your boyfriend, but a large part of you is happy to be done with his prying.

you complete the finishing touches on your look, finalizing the plan in your head. thanks to some friends, you were able to get a table at one of the nicest restaurants in tokyo. five courses, dessert, everything is perfect. you will finish the night in a hotel, one that overlooks the city and is luxurious in every sense of the word.

"how do i look?"

you look at your reflection and see your boyfriend staring back at you. black glasses rest on the tip of his nose, and white hair falls around his face. he's in a simple black suit, and shiny dress shoes, complete with a pricey-looking watch.

"you look amazing, as usual. are you ready?"

a low whistle sneaks through his lips as you walk by him. blue eyes drag up your figure and gojo can't help himself. he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you into his chest with a coy smile.

"i'm sure we could spare a few minutes," he smiles wide now, keeping one hand on your waist as the other sneaks up to the zipper of your dress. you put a hand on his chest to push him back, and he pouts.

"we do not, 'toru. we need to go or you'll ruin the surprise. you sure you want that?"

he trails behind you with a whine. "i'm okay with the idea of it," he jokes, raising his eyebrows at you, but you shake your head.

"i'm serious, it's time to go!"

gojo's fingers pull at the drivers seat, but you wave him off quickly.

"what! at least let me drive," he pouts once again, and you giggle.

"you don't even know where you're going! it's not a far drive anyway, get in please!"

he gives up, finally letting you spoil him. he would never admit it, but he feels terrible he didn't plan something for valentine's day first. every year he's done something elaborate. trips, jewelry, booking entire restaurants, renting out entire beaches, anything flashy and loud to scream to the world that you're his. he can't help but feel a little down, though. gojo is nothing if not showy, especially when it comes to you.

the drive is relatively short. traffic in the city gives the two of you time to catch up. gojo shares about his students, marveling at their rapid growth and mastery of their own techniques. the way he lights up when sharing stories of their success warms your heart.

this is the gojo that you know. the man who would do anything for those he loves. the man who would drop everything he's doing to go do something absolutely mundane with you. the man who sacrifices everything to make sure everyone important to him is safe.

"we're here," you announce quietly, voice trailing off with the nerves. you pull the car up to the valet, and gojo is quick to leap out of the car as soon as you park. he opens the door for you with a grin, helping you out and sliding his arm around your waist.

"wow baby," he eyes the restaurant. he's never told you, but he's spent about six months on the waitlist for this place. 'how'd you score this?"

"i have my ways," you smirk. if he's impressed now, you can't wait for him to see what's in store.

gojo watches as you whisper with the hostess, quirking a brow as they scurry back quickly. he's even more surprised when what looks like the owner of the restaurant gives you a hug. soon, you motion him over with a big smile. he points at himself, mouthing a cheeky me? to which you roll your eyes.

gojo follows you, holding your hand as the two of you are led throughout the entire restaurant. dozens of couples dine together, laughing and carrying on with looks of love and adoration. it only makes gojo more excited, especially since the two of you are going further and further away from the crowd.

"here we are," your friend motions towards a small round table, adorned with champagne flutes, plates, and a bottle ready on ice. gojo pulls your chair out for you, kissing your cheek before sitting down. what's even better, is that this table is the only one in the room. "the first course should be out in about fifteen minutes or so. until then, enjoy yourselves."

you nod to your friend as they exit, before turning to your lover.

"oh my god baby," gojo looks around the room, eyes sparkling from the light of the candles that surround you. "what, i mean, how?"

your cheeks heat up, and he takes your hand in his.

"i know how busy you've been, how hard you're working, and i wanted to make this special. besides, you're always doing something for others, especially me," you squeeze his hand. "it's time i take care of you for once."

maybe it's the lighting, the way that you look tonight, or the overwhelming feeling of being taken cared of and loved, but gojo can't help but feel emotional. he looks at you, eyes full of adoration, and he laughs to himself.

"i love you. so much. i don't deserve you."

you shake your head at that.

"you deserve everything good, satoru. i mean that, with my whole heart."

he kisses your knuckles. "i love you more, my perfect girl."

he stands up and checks his watch before walking towards you. he knees to your height, kissing you softly on the lips. your lips move with his, gasping when his hand smooths over your thigh and tongue swipes at your lips.

"we have about ten minutes left," he breathes on your lips and your breathing quickens. his other hand moves up your calf, under your dress before sliding up your thigh.

"how about i show you just how much i love you, my angel?"

[cerise-on-top]

Could I request gn reader, who happens to be insecure about wearing feminine clothing, asking the 141 (+Laswell) if they would be willing to wear a dress with them?

(Take as much time as you need, don't overwork yourself lovie! Your writing is always the highlight of my day- I love it so much!! ❤️)

Hello! Thank you for reading my silly little writing, I always try my best! Wearing feminine clothing can be a bit rough, I get it, but I'm cheering you on, anon ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡ I hope you'll feel more comfortable soon, because clothing like that can be absolutely adorable! Either way, thank you for the request, I hope it's to your liking!

TF141 and Laswell Wearing a Dress with GN!Insecure!Reader

Price: It would start out simple: You’d ask him to wear a dress with you and he would immediately say no. Dresses are simply not his style, he knows he would never look good in one. Besides, would there even be any in his size? A dress to accommodate someone as big and burly as him? He doesn’t think so, and he doesn’t think he’d feel comfortable in one either. It would take your heartbroken eyes, almost quivering voice, that would make him consider otherwise. He’ll apologize for being so harsh with you and will try to get his point across, he’s just not a dress guy. You’d need to explain your own situation to him, that you want to feel more comfortable wearing feminine clothing and you thought having someone to wear something along the lines of that with you would help. Go into detail, if you have him considering and weighing his options for up to a minute, followed by a deep sigh, you know you’ve won. Your happiness seems to even be over his own comfort. However, he will not wear a dress in public, only at home. He’s a captain and does have the mindset that something like a dress isn’t for guys like him. Not that he has a problem with guys wearing dresses, god knows he’s caught Gaz and Soap wearing them before, but he has a reputation to uphold. Whichever dress it ends up being, you’re the one to choose it since he has no idea what would fit someone like him in the first place. The only wish he has is that it ends up being beige or any other kind of brown. It’s what he’s used to the most. While it would take quite some time to get him to dress up the first time, he’s more willing after that. He does feel embarrassed to be wearing a dress, but it isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Give him a heartfelt compliment about how good he looks and you’ll get him to blush.

Gaz: Although he’s only ever worn dresses as a joke, he does quite like the aesthetic of them. As mentioned previously, he and Soap have dressed up before simply because they felt like it and wanted to see if they would look good in a dress. So, yeah, he actually owns two or three dresses that he thinks fit him quite well, even though he never told you that. So don’t be surprised if he suddenly leaves the room and comes back with two dresses in his hands. You can choose which one he should wear, one is simply black and the other one is a pretty yellow. His favorite is the black one since it’s a bit more flowy and doesn’t hug his curves as much as the yellow one, but both look good on him. So, you don’t particularly need to explain your situation to him for him to be on board. Will make it a competition on who looks better in feminine clothing, even if he insists you always win. You’re just too pretty and beautiful to pass up. Considering he’s comfortable enough in his masculinity to do traditionally feminine things as well, he will pose for you if you ask him to, just to show off. He may not go out too far in public, your garden is probably as far as it goes, but if you really like seeing him in dresses then he might even consider a cute skirt as well. Anything to make you feel more comfortable in your skin. This guy is pretty flexible, if you’re roughly the same size and your dresses fit him, then he might wear them as well just to show you how good they look. Overall he really hypes you up, tries to do what he can to make you happy. After all, if someone like him, a sergeant in the SAS, can look good wearing feminine clothing, then so can you. 

Ghost: He raises an eyebrow upon hearing that suggestion. Why? He’s not as opposed as Price, but he wants to hear a good reason as to why someone like him, 1,95m with muscles to match, should wear a dress. Once you explain the situation to him, he’ll sigh, but comply. He doesn’t own a dress, he never even thought he’d find one that would a) fit him and b) look good on him. You’d probably need something tailored specifically to him since he’s a very broad guy. Once you’ve got something for him, though, he’s not particularly picky. You want him to wear a pink strawberry dress? Sure, why not. Very nonchalant about it, this is more about you than him, after all. Although it would look interesting, he’d go for a sleeveless dress since that way he won’t have to worry about him accidentally flexing the sleeves off. It likely wouldn’t be too easy to find something like it, but he would prefer a flowy dress as well, not everyone needs to see how well defined he is. Would probably like a small motif on the dress as well, nothing too big or exciting, though. Once he’s wearing that dress, he would check himself out in the mirror, wanting to see how he’d actually look. He wouldn’t look too bad in that dress, but then again, he’s a rather handsome man in general. While he would hope for you to agree that he doesn’t look too terrible, he wouldn’ take it to heart if you disagreed with him. Once you’re wearing a dress yourself, he’d probably blush a bit. It’s a rather unusual sight, but you look so good in one, it’s unbelievable. Ghost may not normally be the most touchy person, but he would offer his hand to you to help you with spinning around. He wants to see you from every angle, see just how lovely you look.

Soap: He has experimented with dresses before as well, just to goof around with Gaz, but he never would have thought he’d ever wear one again. He didn’t keep his dress, he gave it to Gaz and left it at that. So it was a bit surprising when you came up to him and asked him to wear a dress with him. He’d give you a goofy grin and ask you why, a bit nervous. Would you just make fun of him, being a guy who has worn a dress? As soon as you explain your reasoning, he calms down a bit and is down. He even takes more of an active role when you go dress shopping together, asking you if this and that would look good on him. Soap simply picks out something he likes, tries it on if it would fit, and takes it home if there’s no discomfort. If it was up to him, he’d go for something with frills, something big and exciting that would draw the attention of just about anyone. However, he couldn’t find something like that when he went shopping with you, so he opted for something smaller that hugged him nicely. Once he wears that dress, the only complaint he has about it is the fact he hadn’t shaved his legs, other than that he checks himself out in the mirror even more thoroughly than Ghost. He needs to know how hot he is in a dress, and you should tell him that as well. He isn’t uncomfortable at all and will walk throughout your home as though he was a model on the walkway. Laughs a bit when he sees his muscles bulging through the sleeves, but is still careful to not tear them. As soon as you walk in, his eyes are glued on you and he tells you just how gorgeous you look, how you should absolutely wear dresses more often than you do since you’re stunning and beautiful. He means all of it too, by the way, so it’s not just empty talk. You wearing a dress does something to him.

Laswell: As one can imagine, she has also worn dresses before, but they’re not her favorite article of clothing. In fact, if she can avoid them, she will. Not that she’s insecure or anything, she just thinks she looks better in a jacket. Skirts aren’t her cup of tea either. While she’s been on covert ops where she had to wear them, she’s glad she usually doesn’t have to. However, she isn’t entirely opposed to wearing them, so you can walk up to her just about any time and ask her to wear a dress with you. Might be a bit miffy when she’s wearing a dress in public, but your comfort comes first. She’s pretty good with fashion, so she can actually help you find something that looks very good on you, as well as on her. She’s so sweet about it too, giving you tips and showing you tricks on how to make it fit better and how to feel more comfortable. Since she’s not the tallest, most muscular person, it’s not too hard for her to find something. She would go for something with sleeves since it’s a bit warmer that way. If possible, she would go for something matching with you. Something flowy and nice that won’t make you too uncomfortable for the time being. When you’re wearing your dress, she’ll compliment you first and foremost. Laswell is good with words, so she’ll know exactly what to say to ease your anxiety. But even if you can’t shake off your discomfort immediately, don’t worry too much about it. If it makes you feel better, then Laswell will wear dresses with you more often so the both of you can get used to it. You’ll grow desensitized to it eventually, but it’s important to start small. Besides, if you really want to start wearing feminine clothing, Laswell will support you. She has the money to buy or tailor you just about anything, so the cutest, prettiest clothing will be yours if you allow her to get it for you.

[lcvernat]

Forever in Her Arms | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Request: hii um i see your requests r open so cud i request a fic where collegestudent!r is studying for midterms & older!nat is sick of r studying all the time & not giving her any attention so one day she pushes all of r's books away & just forcefully snuggles into r

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: fluff, natasha is the best, reader is very overworked & sleep deprived (me too tbh), strong language

A/N: thank you for requesting anon!! this was very cute to write and i really enjoyed writing it! i did change your request up just a tiny bit, but the majority of it is still the same so i hope that's okay and i hope you enjoy! <3

The glaring red numbers on your alarm clock told you that it was 2:48am. You heaved a tired sigh, running a hand over your face frustratedly as you stared at the mess covering your desk. So many pages full of notes, flashcards and what looked like a mountain of textbooks. You were overworking yourself; you knew it. If the huge eyebags under your eyes wasn't a telltale sign, then the amount of coffee you had to drink in a day just to stay awake definitely was.

You had no other choice though; midterms were going to be the death of you. Practically all of your time was devoted to studying and attending lectures. The only time you weren't doing either of those things was the measly 3 to 4 hours of sleep you managed to get each night. Nothing was working though; you could remember nothing. You've researched so many study techniques, tried them all, and yet it was futile. Everything was going in one ear and out the other.

Everything else in your life had been neglected, even your girlfriend. Guilt tightened your chest as you thought of Natasha and the amount of plans you had to cancel at the last minute to fit in some extra studying. She didn't deserve it. She deserved all of your attention and more, and yet you had still pushed her to the side just to focus on studying.

She, being the loving girlfriend she is, had tried her hardest to be understanding. The older woman knew how important doing good on your midterms were to you and she acknowledged that you wanted to devote more of your time to studying. But you knew that she'd grown tired of you never asking her texts or calls and always cancelling plans. It wasn't fair to her, not getting any attention.

Picking up your phone, your screen lit up to show you a multitude of missed texts and calls from Nat. You bit your lip as tears of guilt welled up in your eyes. 'I'm sorry, I was studying', you quickly sent her a response, even though she was likely sleeping considering it was the middle of the night. Setting your phone back down, you decided you were going to rest your eyes. Just for a second. Then you'd continue studying.

Just for a minute.

You groggily blinked your eyes open as sunlight from the window streamed into your dorm room. Wait, sunlight? You were only meant to be resting your eyes. You shot up so fast that you nearly fell off your chair. "What the fuck?" Your brain was still half asleep, and the fact you'd woken up sat at your desk with everything still sprawled out in front of you, except it was now morning, was incredibly disorientating. You checked your phone for the time so fast and muttered a string of curse words when you realized what time it was. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were going to be late for your morning lecture.

"Shit, shit, shit," you shot out of your chair, earning a sharp pain in your back that made you wince before you started running around your room as fast as possible to pull on the first pair of clean clothes you could find. You raced to the bathroom to brush your teeth in record time before running back to your desk and throwing everything you needed into your backpack as quickly as you possibly could. Hopping on one foot as you struggled to put your shoe on, you used your other hand to open your door before you stopped short at the sight in front of you.

Your foot was still raised with your shoe half on as your jaw dropped open in surprise. "Natasha?" You squeaked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Your beautiful redheaded girlfriend stood in front of you, blinking at the sight of you looking terrible. You finish putting your shoe on and lower your foot as she continues to stare at you.

"You look terrible," she said, voicing the very obvious observation.

"Wow, thanks," You rolled your eyes but quickly remembered the lecture you really had to get to, "okay, I don't know why you're here. I love you, but I really, really need to get to this lecture."

You walked closer to her, intending to move past her to get out of your room, but she held her ground, not moving and not so conventionally blocking your way.

"No."

She crossed her arms. You stared at her incredulously, "What? Natty, I really, really need to leave. Like, right now."

She shook her head, walking inside, causing you to hastily step back as she shut the door behind her. "You're not going. You're staying here, we're cuddling, and you're getting some rest. I can see your eyebags."

"I'm fine! Really! Look, I'm sorry for kind of ignoring you but you know how important these midterms are to me."

She sighed, sending you a sympathetic glance, "Love, I know. But you're overworking yourself so much, and I am very clingy, and the fact I haven't gotten cuddles from you in weeks is making me a hell of a lot more clingier, so you're not getting rid of me."

Before you could protest (not that you'd really want to, if you're being completely honest with yourself. You missed her a lot), Natasha grabs your backpack from your shoulder, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in your room before turning you around and pushing you further into your room. She kisses the back of your neck, and you can't help but shiver at the action.

"I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention. I really am, I missed you a lot," you pouted, feeling very guilty.

"I know, angel, I know. And I don't blame you, but you were starting to worry me a lot. You still need to take care of yourself," she wraps her arms around your waist and rests her chin on your shoulder, "how many hours of sleep have you been getting a night?"

You stiffen in her arms and decide not to answer her.

She tightens her grip, "Y/N?" There's a warning lilt to her voice that makes you swallow and give in.

"Uh... 3 hours usually, sometimes 4," you say it so quietly you're surprised she still managed to hear it.

"Y/N."

You wince, "Yes?" You say as innocently as you can muster.

You can practically feel the glare Natasha is giving you right now even though you don't have the courage to turn around and look her in the eye. She turns you around in her arms anyway, but you still stubbornly refuse to look her in the eye.

"Look at me."

She gently grabs your chin, forcing you to reluctantly raise your gaze to meet hers. Except you didn't see anger in her eyes, instead it was immense worry. Guilt tightened your chest once more, guilt at having made her worry so much. That really wasn't your intention.

"We are going to relax all day today, okay? You've studied so much; I promise you you're going to ace these midterms. But right now, you need to pay more attention to yourself. And me, too. I'd love a kiss right now." Her mouth tilts up into a tiny smirk as you roll your eyes at her antics before placing a kiss on her lips. You intended to pull away, but Natasha doesn't let you, instead pulling you closer to her as you grunt in surprise before tangling your hand in her hair as the other goes around her waist.

Sighing into the kiss, the sudden realization of just how much you missed her washes over you in waves. Your midterms, the lecture you were meaning to attend, none of it mattered right now because you had Natasha in your arms. Even the fatigue that you had been constantly feeling every day for the past week or so had evaporated as soon as she put her arms around you. You were beginning to think she was your medicine, your cure, and if you could; you'd spend forever in her arms.

Natasha pulls away and the whine that escapes you is embarrassing. She smiles in amusement, grabbing your hand before dragging you to your bed. The redhead falls back onto it, pulling you on top of her. You hum in content as she wraps her arms tightly around you. Placing your head in the crook of her neck, you can't help but close your eyes as the comforting scent that is just so Natasha engulfs your senses.

"I missed this so much," her grip on you tightens but you don't complain. You've neglected her so much recently that you wouldn't even be mad if she crushed a few of your ribs from how hard she was cuddling you. You probably deserved it anyway.

"I'm sorry," you mumble against her neck, eyes still closed.

"Don't be. I just really missed snuggling with you. I'm never letting you go again. I'm going to latch onto you like a koala from now on."

You chuckle, the vibration causing Natasha to shiver underneath you. "I wouldn't mind that," you reply. Natasha kisses the top of your head, and you once again hum in content, suddenly very unsure why you had ever thought studying was better than doing this. This was definitely a lot more fun, and also a hell of a lot more comfortable than the chair at your desk that caused you severe back pain you really shouldn't be getting at your age.

"I love you," you say.

"I love you too," Natasha replies instantly, "always."

Yep, you definitely would not want to be anywhere else right now.

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[its-a-me-mango]

yo mango, i found this in twitter(x). a creator in twitter sented this.

Oh boy, yes this is the response I was referring to in my other post, and I have some things to say about it.

TL;DR: Clarification is nice but it shouldn't be up to the employees to apologise for something that upper management should've taken accountability for anyway. I'm not accepting everything as "fixed" until Celeste says anything else.

Obligatory "we don't know everything so don't jump to conclusions!!!" disclaimer (personally I love jumping to conclusions I love drama lol)

(also my stance on what I'm doing with this account is at the bottom of it so go take a look if you wanna know what I'm gonna do)

Ok first off, let's start positive, good to have some accountability and a bit of clarification on what's happened, considering I honestly thought GLITCH was just gonna keep quiet and hope for it to brush over, having the manager tell their side of the story is a good thing.

That's all the positives I have towards this apology because the rest are all negative.

For starters, why is the manager taking full accountability for this, while yes they made the decision, the higher ups should be taking accountability, at the end of the day Jasmine is an employee of GLITCH. Normally when something happens within a company, the company itself will put out a statement taking accountability for the actions of their staff. This hasn't happened yet, it's not Jasmine's full responsibility for this, there should be recognition from the company of their mistake.

I get if they're taking a while to make a response, but it's not hard to put out a statement saying "hey, we fucked up, sorry". It would be miles better than having an employee put it out IN THEIR FAN DISCORD SERVER OF ALL PLACES, thank got it got reposted because none of us would know others.

Furthermore, what is the main message from this, the main reason for this happening? "Oops I forgot". That's such a shitty excuse, especially for a manager. I completely understand getting overworked as hell, from what I've seen Jasmine is also the manager for a lot of other things at GLITCH, and if GLITCH's Glassdoor reviews are anything to go by, overworking employees seems to be their biggest flaw.

Something like this slipping their mind would be fair and understandable under those circumstances, but that's what upper management is for, it's up to them to make sure people do what they're employed to do, that includes making sure the appropriate messages are sent out, especially for big changes like this. Of course no one likes to have a boss that questions everything you do, but having someone check that all the appropriate messages are sent out is pretty damn important for running a company.

This is ultimately a show of poor management on GLITCH's behalf, had they communicated better not just with Celeste but also with each other, this entire situation would've been avoided.

I don't think this is some catastrophic downfall that can never be resolved, it actually can be resolved quite easily. All it involves is an admission of negligence on GLITCH's side and a proper apology to be sent and accepted by Celeste. Obviously I'm not gonna go demanding such things be made public but treating this like GLITCH's downfall is just kinda silly, this can be fixed.

Yes this is bad, and you should feel upset/angry about this all happening, seeing voice actors being treated poorly and "forgotten" about sucks and doesn't reflect well on GLITCH at all, if you don't want to support GLITCH right now that's completely reasonable, but this isn't worth wishing the companies downfall over. Advocate for change, not carnage.

There is also the possibility that this whole "apology" is bullshit. More comments from SMG2's now former VA have come out about this apology.

If this is all true, then that's just as bad on GLITCH's side. Ultimately we won't know the entire story until Celeste makes any other comment, however given how taxing this has all been on her, it's understandable if she doesn't say anything now, or ever to be honest.

My love and support goes out to Celeste during this time. I hope she and GLITCH can come to some kind of agreement that allows everyone to move on.

Anyway, so about me now, haiiii

I'm likely gonna mostly hault making SMG4 art for a while due to this, I love this series and I don't like to see this all happen to it, but I care more about treating voice actors fairly and making sure they're given the respect they deserve, if that involves stopping my support for GLITCH for now then so be it. I'm hoping this gets resolved, if that does happen i'll go back to normal, if not thennnnn I'll deal with that when it happens.

I'm still happy to interact with people in this community still, there's a few ideas and pieces I want to make for other people still, things like AU arts and DTIYS's, so I'll be doing that, but as for new SMG4 art and memes, not right now. (lets face if the SMG4 community on Tumblr is so far removed from everyone else it's basically our own series out here lmao)

I'll still draw Mango don't worry, he's basically my persona so I can detach him from SMG4 for now, my silly lil guy isn't going anywhere.

I understand that a lot of people are upset by this and are trying to block it out and carry on as normal. While I understand why most of you are taking that stance, I know a lot of you are teens and SMG4 is a source of comfort for a large chunk of you, please don't just ignore all this happening. I don't even care if you take an inconclusive stance on this, just please don't block it out entirely and pretend it's not happening, that's just not fair on Celeste.

I'll be doing my best to keep up with this as much as possible. I know I've come across as overly critical during all this, but I don't like seeing people act like GLITCH has done nothing wrong and never can. It's ok if a company you like has done something shitty, they do that all the time, but its not ok to let them get away with it and pretend it never happened, that's just covering for their shitty actions. I'm not going to cover for GLITCH's shitty actions which is why I'm speaking up about it and will continue to do so until some kind of resolution is reached.

Anyway I've talked enough, if you're reading haii hello thanks for reading the whole thing , if you skimmed to the bottom I'm shooting you with lasers (/j). We'll see what comes of all this but until then take care. <3

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Why the Cryo Women fall in love with you

characters: Eula / Ganyu / Ayaka / Rosaria / Shenhe x gn!reader (seperate)

warnings: mention of injuries in Rosaria's part, but nothing serious

a/n: I'm brainrotting over the cryo ladies rn, so I thought I might as well write something for them.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eula

Being the reconnaissance Captain of the Knights of Favonius meant that Eula spent lots of time outside the city, scouting and eventually eliminating possible threats to Mondstadt, only for many of its residents to treat her as if she was the threat. And while she had gotten used to theirs glares and hostile snickering, when she was around you Eula found it all too easy to completely forget about all of her problems.

You treated her like you did any other human from the very beginning, making Eula go so far as to suspect you either had ulterior motives or weren’t from Mondstadt, causing you to have no clue about the Lawrence’s bad reputation, only for her to turn out to be wrong on both her guesses.

Overall, life with you was quiet, something she very much knew to appreciate, considering her job of hunting down enemies and her past.  

Ganyu

Ganyu always struggled with her identity, always feeling that she fit in neither the Human world, nor the Adepti one. And while you weren’t able to change that completely, something she didn’t expect you to do in the first place, you made sure she felt more comfortable than before and lived for other reasons than just work, stating she wouldn’t be able to experience the full “human experience” if all she did was work.

Even when the two of you were at work, you made sure she didn’t overwork herself too much. Bringing her food and drinks every now and again and making sure she took a small break every now and then. And while Ganyu couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for how much you took care of her, waking up from her naps, only to see you next to her filled her with the most precious feelings.

You made sure to teach Ganyu what it really meant to be human, something she would never not be thankful for.

Ayaka

Ayaka loved to learn more about the world outside of Inazuma. And while her upbringing as the future face of the Kamisato-Clan, coupled with its resulting social isolation made it so that there also were many inazuman things she wanted to experience on her own, tales and inventions from outside of Inazuma still were among her favourites.

And then she met you, the offspring of successful merchants, who, while not experiencing as many adventures as other travellers, witnessed the beauties of the entirety of Teyvat at such a young age. And while she dutifully did her work during the day, seeming as elegant as a princess should, once she came home, she’d listen to your stories of places far away, feeling every bit as fascinated as during her childhood.

You showed Ayaka how the world outside of Inazuma was, even if it was only inside the confines of her home.

Rosaria

When night-time arrived it was a safe bet that Rosaria would find herself out and about, investigating, and sometimes even eliminating, anyone that secretly posed a threat to Mondstadt. It was the thing she was best in, after drinking unspeakable amounts of alcohol without getting drunk in the slightest, of course. But even with her skill in fighting, there were times she got wounded.

When that happened, Rosaria would stop by your house, only for you to immediately usher her in and treat them, no matter the severity of the wound, nor the time she knocked on your door. You cared for her, even if she often failed to show you that she did the same, never expecting anything in return while offering her as much help and company as possible. And while she was raised to work alone, having someone there for her was something she felt lucky for, nonetheless.

Shenhe

Shenhe wished to fit in with humans, even if her upbringing as the discipline of an Adeptus, and her history with violence was far from what others would consider “normal”. And while she knew of her flaws, old habits ultimately die hard, but with you, someone who did everything in their power to help her in every step of her way, made her path towards “normalcy”, or at least somewhat close to it, much easier.

No matter how many times she threatened to go back to her old modus operandi, you’d be patient with her, never once seeming frustrated or annoyed with her. You showed her how to better communicate with other humans, introduced her to all kinds of new food and past-times and made her feel like she was going to fit in eventually.

It would be a long time until Shenhe got what she wished for, but with you and your unconditional support by her side, it didn’t matter to her how long she took.

[your-fave-adopted-you]

Hello!

First of all, I'm grateful to you for creating this blog and starting to share your creativity. The wonderful stories about NRC guardians are what we all needed.

I would also like to make a request. Guardians with a physically weak, but at the same time hardworking and obsessed with studying MC. Perhaps they were seriously ill and as a result, one day the MC loses consciousness right during the lesson.

Thank you for considering my request.

Yes. Excellent request anon. A very good way to start!

Guardian! School staff react to Mc passing out mid- lesson

characters : Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas.

Gn pronouns were used.

CW: Crowley

Context : Mc is just a normal human in a world full of magic, monsters and stressful stuff in general(Crowley, for example) . With overblots and schoolwork [no one had previously prepared them for] around the corner, they are always giving their absolute best! even if sometimes is at cost of their own health.

One day, after pulling all nighters one day after the other for a whole week, their body finally gives up mid-lesson, an hour prior to a very important exam.

Dire Crowley

He got a call straight from the infirmary, apparently you were lying unconscious next to two worried classmates that insisted on being there until you woke up.

this man has never ever in his life rushed so fast to anyone's aid.

still there he is.

The school nurse approaches him and tells him you had a little temperature but you would be fine with rest.

he basically kicks out your classmates.

At first acts like you're in a coma.

after a while he calms down a little.

does NOT MOVE A MUSCLE until you do so.

fuck his work you're more important.

He kinda expected you to be fragile but didn't think you would overwork yourself to that point.

when you open your eyes you nearly pass out again from sheer fright.

this man was looking straight at you, not moving, not talking.

you weren't sure if he was breathing.

ofc the moment he notices your eyes are open he starts crying and screaming about how worried he was.

It's literally just been 5 minutes dude

lectures you about being so reckless.

also don't worry about that exam. you can take it tomorrow. Your health comes first.

Divus Crewel

He was giving a lecture about what kind of spells generated a bigger amount of blot than others when suddenly-

"THUD"

yeah it was your head falling against your desk.

"Sensei! i think they're dead."

Crewel was too stunned to speak.

calmly, he stops the lecture and tells the class president to keep an eye while he gets you to the infirmary.

Deep inside, he's panicking.

when you two get there, the nurse tells him that you already seem to have been ill for days but you seemingly didn't care and just kept on going.

He's PISSED because he didn't notice earlier.

stays there for a while and only leaves when he sees that you're fully conscious.

he will have someone watching over you in the meantime.

someone trustworthy, but not from your class (remember there's an exam next hour-) so, someone like Trey, Jamil, Jack, maybe Leona-

hear me out, Leona may not be the most responsible out of the four but he wasn't gonna do much in class either way.

Depends on what year your in, honestly.

Trein finally brings the exam sheets and when I tell you, Crewel SPRINTS out of the room.

how can someone move so fast while wearing all that-

He will scold the SHIT out of you for being so irresponsible with your health.

ofc you can do the exam next day, he already spoke to Mr.Trein about the issue.

"You are one stubborn pup did you know that?"

Mozus Trein

A very similar situation to Crewel's honestly.

once you hit your head against the desk and didn't respond, your classmates started to freak out.

Unfazed, he asks someone strong to carry you to the infirmary, and someone he knows will make sure you'll be okay.

he's quite calm.

when Crewel enters the class with the exam sheets, he excuses himself and goes immediately to the infirmary.

he brings the cat too.

when the nurse tells him what happened and in which condition you're currently in, he just nods attentively.

it doesn't matter if it takes you hours or just a couple minutes to feel better, he will be by your side.

he knew full well about your weak constitution, and that you were overworking yourself.

still, he didn't want to stop you, after all you were responsible for both your grades and your health.

don't take the wrong idea, he's MAD WORRIED

he also knows that won't solve anything.

the cat is laying on top of you, purring, trying to ease the pain in his own way.

you try to explain yourself but the old man just stays silent.

"You know, in my years of teaching, I've seen a couple of students who were just like you."

"reckless and stupid?" you ask.

"Too hardworking for their own good."

he pauses and takes a deep breath, his tone, unlike the others, is oddly gentle and comforting.

"You know better than anyone what's best for you."

"Well, seems like this time... i didn't." you reply.

"But you do know now, right?"

you nod.

you will take the exam next week, alongside those who have failed today.

it will give you time to recover and study just a little bit more.

You will be okay.

Ashton Vargas

It's never a good idea to ride a broom while sleep deprived and probably with a tiny fever.

everyone stops dead in their tracks when they hear someone has fallen to the ground.

Thank the great seven you weren't flying high.

still you got a good few scratches.

Everyone is PANICKING. you're facing THE GROUND and NOT MOVING.

Mr.Ashton sends everyone inside.

they can study in the meantime.

No more sports today, sorry, this shit is serious.

you come to your senses while he's carrying you. yep. you're so embarrassed you pretend to be unconscious a little more.

In the infirmary, the nurse tells your guardian that you don't have anything broken from the fall

but

you seem to have a fever that has only worsened since you got there.

He's so worried omg

you're a regular, non magical human.

you're fragile!!! even when he does his best training you and making sure you have the BEST diet!!

you seemed a little off today, yes, but he didn't know you were THAT exhausted!!

poor man.

waits by your side while the fever goes down, lets some worried classmates check how your doing, but doesn't let them stay for long.

oh shit right you had an exam today

don't worry, your super cool dad is here to save the day!

he just sends an email to Trein telling him what happened.

you will do the exam once you get out of the infirmary, you studied so hard, you would be pissed if all of this was for nothing.

oh! the fever is gone? thank god!

He thinks he had played it cool the whole time, but anyone can tell, the whole time he was looking at you like if you were about to break.

he wants to train you to be like iron, but no matter what, he can't help but see you as a piece of thin glass.

the moment the nurse checks you and says that you're good to go, you jump out of bed to go find Mr.Trein, leaving Ashton behind.

"...A diamond." he mutters to himself, while watching you leave the door.

[genderqueerpositivity]

I legitimately feel worse about TDoV coming up this year than I have in any past years. I have been trying to motivate myself to action, and I have totally failed. I'm overworked and burned out and I've been absolutely dreading the end of this month because I haven't done enough, I should be doing so much more than I am.

I feel a distinct pressure to be more visible. A responsibility almost. As if by being more loudly and openly trans, I could personally convince everyone that we aren't so bad after all, that we should just be left alone to live our lives. Unfortunately things aren't that simple.

I feel like a bad person and a bad activist at times for being unwilling to put myself more at risk, for not having the time or spoons to take part in some of the work happening locally right now, for being so overwhelmed by trying to keep up with the amount of anti-trans news coming out every day that I simply shut down.

I also feel hyper-visible this year. In part thanks to HRT, I am more visibly gender non-conforming than ever. I feel like an outsider, an intruder in public spaces. I feel eyes watching me sometimes, examining, judging, staring as if they could peel away the layers of my gender expression. Sometimes it appears as though they are doing mental math, calculating, trying to determine if the answer to the equation is XX or XY. My body itself is a physical obstacle which causes other people to stumble over their words and double check the sign on the restroom door.

And sometimes I feel invisible. I spend most of my time around people who are not aware of my transness and who absolutely would respect me less if they knew. Even those in my blood family who do know don't even give me the basic respect of using my own name. And I feel fairly certain that legally and socially transitioning would be the end of my ability to advance at my job, right as the opportunity for a possible promotion could be coming.

I feel sad and angry at times. About the future of the trans community and this country, about my future as a trans queer person and my ability to continue medically transitioning. Sometimes the rage I feel is a living thing all on it's own, terrifying...and necessary, because it burns like fuel, creating fire out of despair, and I'm not certain that I would be able to see past the hopelessness without it.

And I feel unsafe, frequently. Especially in public, where I now prefer to have some sort of weapon on me all the time. A false sense of security is better than no sense of security, I've decided. Before this year, I never felt the need for that before--not when I lived in a far more rural and conservative area than I do now, not even in the aftermath of experiencing a home invasion. Now I carry knives, own pepper spray, and am considering buying a stun gun or taser.

I love being genderqueer and transmasculine. I love it so much. I love the routine of applying my testosterone cream every day, I love the ways that testosterone has changed my body over the past two years, I love the way my voice sounds after so many years of hating it, I love being called sir and Mx. and he and they. In spite of the danger, I love it when someone obviously can't decide which binary gender to ascribe to me; it's an incredible feeling, finally being seen purely as myself in all of my queerness.

Gender euphoria is a magical thing and transitioning is empowering and life saving, an act of radical self love. Having experienced these things, knowing that I may have them taken from me, and seeing that so many others may never get to experience them in the first place...

I am afraid for us. And I grieve for us. And I love us. And I admire our strength and resilience and resistance. And this is what TDoV will be for me this year and I'm hoping that will be enough.

[beevean]

Having Thought again about Hector (and this time I'm talking about the real Hector) being called a child, or implicitly called naive - and how this is an important trait of his character.

Under cut because it's image heavy. Because I cannot and will not shut up :P

The laundry hanging scene is mostly there for fluff after the harrowing Hector vs. Isaac fight, but you can infer a lot from it.

Hector? Oh, you're in the shade again. It's not healthy. Come on! I need your help with something. The clothesline has broken, and I need a man's help. Ahh, you're pulling too hard, Hector! The branch will break!

Rosaly asks for a "man's help", but discovers that Hector can't do so much as hang laundry. He pulls too hard: Hector is a former fighter, so his first instinct is to use a lot of his strength (and he may even be superhumanly strong due to his powers). He probably never had to calibrate it in his life.

Rosaly: You’ve never done laundry before, have you? Well, this should be fine, thank you. Hector: Let me help you… Rosaly: No! Stop! That’s my…!

Then he takes Rosaly's clothes without permission: he really wants to help after that first embarrassment, but he doesn't seem to think that maybe it's a bit rude to rummage through a woman's underwear :P

It's all played for laughs, but it's also sad. Hector didn't have the chance to live a normal life. No one taught him how to live in human society, and then he wasted half of his life under Dracula's service. It's all new to him.

Haha, you’re so funny, Hector. With such pretty silver hair and such a pretty face…

But Rosaly doesn't judge him, doesn't think he's weird: she's honestly endeared by his clumsiness. (get yourself a so that doesn't make you feel bad for being different in common things 🥺) As I said in an older post:

He's not naive in the "easily trusting" sense: he hasn't lived in the human world enough to learn about it, except for hatred and rejection, and even simple things like hanging laundry don't come easy to him. But he wants to learn and he wants to help, much like a child would. And well. Rosaly knows how to take care of children without a home :) Where Hector sees nothing but a curse and sin, Rosaly sees innocence. She's idealistic, perhaps to a fault, but perhaps believing in the inherent goodness of others can pay off.

Rosaly: You’re just like a child… Hector: Where are my armor and sword? Rosaly: No. You've been bedridden for a week and only woke up yesterday. Hector: But I can't stay here.

Yet, interesting that this is when Hector asks for his sword and armor. He explains that he's afraid of attracting monsters again like the werewolf, but I also read shame in his expression. Rosaly means well, but I can imagine Hector doesn't like being compared to a child (especially if he associated childhood with being weak and hated). Maybe part of him even resents that she is right, and his instinct is to wanting to go back, to hide, to fight.

(or maybe he's just hella embarrassed that he was called "pretty" out of nowhere lol rosaly has excellent tastes)

It's also worth mentioning that, while Rosaly is never explicitly called a "womanchild" or naive, she seems to be considered as such by the others. She is called "too nice", because she overworks herself for little, and most importantly because she is allowing a complete stranger inside her home without knowing anything about him, ignoring the danger.

(in fact, Ted here calls Rosaly お人好し, which means "good-natured person" but with connotations of being a fool. This is after she brushed off Ted's concerns about Hector because "he has pretty eyes and birds seem to like him" :P)

Even Hector is unnerved by her attitude.

Rosaly: You were worried about us. Thank you, you are such a kind person. Hector: You take everything as a good thing... No, I'm sorry. Why don't you ask me? Haven't you heard anything from that kid? What did I do, what did I escape from? How did I kill that werewolf? …Who am I and where did I come from?

Rosaly's lack of curiosity and tendency to always assume the best of Hector is terrifying for him. He's waiting for the other shoe to drop, so that she'll know him and then hate him like everyone else. Who does this? Who just allows anyone to help with chores, and then finds cute when they can't do it? Who just welcomes someone in their home without caring about where they came from? It's weird. Rosaly is weird. Just as weird as Hector, a grown man who can't stay with other people and hasn't learned basic matters.

Being in touch with the blessings of the earth, feeling the seasons in the cold water... Seeing everyone’s smiles, having a meal with someone, going to bed grateful that the day has ended safely... All of these are wonderful things that are hard to come by. I have received everything I want from everyone.

Of course, the difference is that Rosaly is not naive due to lack of experience. She chooses to be stubbornly optimistic. She will love everyone to death. You have no choice.

And her relentless optimism is what allows her to see past Hector's barriers and mistery. He's just a good person to her, nothing more and nothing less.

Your name is Hector, you have beautiful silver hair, you were injured, you never did laundry, and you helped me and Ted. That's enough for me.

Another thing is that, Rosaly doesn't need Hector for household chores. She seems to be living alone just fine, and in fact she is the one who always helps others. So this is not really for her benefit: it's for Hector's. It's to give him something to do instead of drowning in his own thoughts. It's to make him feel less alone. There is symbolism in how Hector is still standing in the shadow, not hiding but still not ready to face the human world, and Rosaly says it's not healthy and drags him out to enjoy the sunlight, which he eventually accepts.

Hector is a proud, competent, intelligent man and warrior, but he's also a stunted child who has cowered from the world for years. Rosaly, without knowing anything about him and his upbringing, but sensing that something is different about him, is happy to show him the world and let him grow. Not because Hector is needed, but because he is wanted and welcomed.

My adoptive parents died a long time ago, so now I'm the only one here. So yeah, I would really love it if you stayed here.

Rosaly is used to live alone... but what if two lonely people lived together and helped each other?

In case it wasn't clear, the parallels between the beloveds fill me with warmth and joy :)

PtR gives us a similar concept, but with different characterizations:

"The unspent ferry fare for the Nether Rivers... to make up for it…"

"Worn-out and shiny? Thank you for the thought, but they'll think I stole it... I wonder if you don't know the world..."

Interestingly, here Hector's naiveté is painted in a more traditional manner. Sure, there's the heartbreaking part of him paying Rosaly for her basic kindness, because he is that foreign to the idea that he can be cared for without giving anything in return; and there's the symbolic part where he refers to the belt as pretty much the Charon's obol he had failed to pay, because he had planned to die but Rosaly saved his life so she is the one who gets to be paid. But Rosaly can't accept the gift for sensible reasons: it's too ostentatious, and she can't go around with it without drawing unwanted attention. Remember that this is also a time of witch hunts, and people are growing angrier and more suspicious, secretly due to the Curse.

Hector wouldn't know it. He lived isolated in the castle for years, so isolated that he couldn't hear the scream inside the stone walls. So for him it's a very straightforward reasoning: this woman is showing kindness to me, so I'll pay her with the most precious thing I own. (and even then I have my own ideas about that belt and why he has it)

Btw, this naiveté is not completely gone by CoD. He's surprisingly earnest with Julia when he meets her, revealing his background to a stranger. Thankfully nothing bad comes from it, but she seems to be much more guarded than him. I like to see this as a sign that he mellowed out after Rosaly :) or maybe he's just a gentleman lol.

Anyway I love Hector so much and I find it a more complex, vulnerable and relatable character than most assume 💖

[aladaylessecondblog]

i messed around and got addicted (gortash x good tav pt. 13)

Author's Note: Was going through comments in my inbox and saw one where somebody asked for a Gortash POV so uh...here you go.

idk let's pretend it's a journal entry. Kind of jumps around a bit in the timeline so far.

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It was supposed to be much easier than this. Gauge her interests, see where her lines were, mold the puddle of weeping and wailing into something that I could use. And it was easy enough at first. It worked.

Tav did exactly what I thought she'd do. She took the offer, yielded to every request I made of her. Even better, she liked to submit, and at first I thought it was because she longed for some direction after the shock she'd gotten thanks to that mad dog Orin.

It was easy.

Those "friends" of hers made it SO EASY. A few shorter letters--whatever Tav might have suspected at the time, I held none back from her--and that was it. That do-gooder Ravengard boy did more than I thought, but he's always been that sort of person. Looking after people.

After that meeting later on, Karlach sent an angry letter demanding to know what I'd done to her, what spell I'd put Tav under to make her so compliant with what I wanted. I replied more politely than she frankly deserved.

I said it was not what I did, but what she and the rest of Tav's former friends didn't do. They left the door open; I simply walked on through.

Falling in love with Tav was never going to happen, and a good thing too, for Bane does not care for such things. It is weakness and nothing good can come from it.

I told myself that enjoying the weekly, expected visit to her bedroom (or mine) was merely because she was a good lover. (That tongue of hers is a gift from the gods. It tends to make me feel like I'm having a bloody stroke when she's at work with it.)

I told myself that enjoying her submission to my will was only natural.

My plan went perfectly. And when she fell pregnant--even better! I meant what I said when I told her about my lifespan. I make no plans to live forever, as that would require my being beholden to an outside entity.

I did that once, and not of my own will.

Never again.

Never again.

Bane--is different, and I believe Tav understands this, considering her devotion to Ilmater. A deal in which both benefit is different than having one's soul at the disposal of a monster. I don't particularly consider her association with Silvanus one way or the other. That one's more distant. Doesn't really count, as he neither gets in my way nor serves me.

I think I know when things began to shift. The first morning that I really noticed the way her body was filling out, when her pregnancy was particularly obvious to me.

And...perhaps the sight of her was arousing. A little voice sounded off in the back of my head. You did that, it said, Look at her, swelling with life because of YOU.

That meeting with Karlach, that day...Tav fell right into my hands.

I heard word that she'd said some inflammatory things in the Elfsong. It sparked rumors that I managed to quash - my poor wife was obviously feverish and overworked. It worked.

I just had to deal with Tav herself. The woman was putty in my hands, and all it took was a few tender words to get her talking. About Cazador, about the plans the vampire lord had. And then--

--then she mentioned--him.

That he was dead.

And I might, perhaps, have celebrated the fact a little too enthusiastically. But Tav begged and moaned like the best whore I've ever heard, and not even knowing at that point what this was about--

It kept getting worse.

Cazador began to follow her about at gatherings he was invited to. She mentioned not being fond of swift death and...I, finding that rather charming, mused that she was vengeful. She replied that she was only such to those who deserved it, and I naturally replied that WE decided who deserved it.

It was beautiful, watching her eyes light up, her expression change. As if I'd opened a door to a new idea she'd never considered.

But, of course, with things going so well...

...Cald was born. Cald was born, and...

I'm not going to go on overmuch about it. But staring at that defenseless face made me wonder why. What was wrong with me?

And I didn't believe her when she gave the answer she did. We yelled. Some...regrettable things were said, and I still can't understand when such things BECAME regrettable.

We figured it out, eventually, and all was as it should be. And seeing her hold the boy--OUR boy, OUR son--seemed to change something within me. She loved him, watched him like a hawk. Saw danger at every turn and worked to guard against it.

Tav was just what a mother SHOULD be.

We learned each other's stories...

Hearing Tav praise certain skills was one thing.

But no matter how much control I asked her for, she gave it. She yielded to every command, submitted to every demand.

I didn't want to let go of her.

I wondered what the name was for my malady. What WAS this?

I realized it the day Tav encouraged me to speak to Cald, even if he didn't understand me. I felt utterly stupid, explaining the intricacies of their inner workings to a baby. I chanced a look at her, saw her smiling down at Cald. She happened to look up at me, and gave me that smile too.

I love my wife.

FUCK!

[dancingisdangerouss]

Am hyped as hell for what's coming next. I'm interested to see how their interactions change. Like, if he reverts immediately to Grabber persona fully and ignores any attempt at her trying to engage with him the way she did as his doctor? as Al?

I could see him doing that especially to obscure some of his previous more vulnerable moments they shared, but then how would he get to rub it in that /he's/ the one in charge /now/.

I'm sure he'll like to freak her out with the masks but will he be as cagey about showing his actual face like in the film? It wasn't necessarily elaborated on why he was.

But yeah can't wait to see if there's a disparity, especially compared the the captivity of your previous reader/grabber fic. The circumstances are dramatically different so I'm interested to see how or if they'll change. Especially considering a new location is on the horizons (presumably).

He reused the magician ruse, arguably at some risk. He's lucky the reader had a ditz moment and forgot. So maybe he's pretty attached to his old Schtick. The circumstances are actually more similar to the Black Acres sequel so maybe that gives us some hints? Or are you wanting to go in a different direction?

This work has been my comfort fic which is surprising since I'd never been interested in or even seen the film before your fics. lol. So thank you!

I'll be waiting with baited breath, and a dictionary (affectionate), until your update! <3

Oh wow, thank you so much for taking the time to send this to me!! I love responding to lengthy asks and seeing y’all’s thoughts 💚💚

Al is a mixed bag with a lot of layers. He’s going to act like he’s changed (and in some ways, he has), but he’ll be falling back into what he feels most comfortable with. The power dynamic has shifted, so that complicates things with how he interacts with Reader. He definitely rubs things in 😂 But he also doesn’t belittle her in the same way Dick-Burn or other people have. He makes it clear he sees her value as a clinician, but doesn’t respect any thoughts she has on his romantic attachment to her.

I personally headcanon that the masks help combat the voices of the ghosts, which get worse when he’s doing something he knows in his teeny-tiny conscious that he shouldn’t morally be doing. He’ll deny it, but it does help him separate himself from what he’s doing; he acts with Reader like he can “be himself” without the masks, but he’s played so many different versions of himself in his life that he’s kind of forgotten which one is the real him, and feels more comfortable hiding.

However, I think he has convinced himself that what he’s doing to Reader isn’t as bad, because he’s not killing her, and in his twisted way, he really loves her. So he has less guilt overall and less of a strong reaction to removing the mask, but does still feel more comfortable in it, since a small, subconscious part of him still knows what he’s doing is wrong.

I think the magician routine is the key piece in his modus operandi, and he’d be hard-pressed to deviate from that. And Reader is indeed a ditz 😂 But he also banked on her being tired and overworked (he knows her well enough to know that she pushes herself too hard), and therefore not paying much attention. I would also say that Al does look pretty damn different in his magician getup, and that I personally would never have recognized him as being Ethan Hawke (minus maybe the voice).

The direction leans more toward what Black Acres was doing, with the exception of the Stockholm syndrome aspect. It’s the same in that Al will be attempting to “play house” with Reader, but will deviate with some of the circumstances and the dynamic of their relationship.

Ahhhh I’m honored that my story is your comfort fic!! Speaking as someone who has their own comfort fics to turn to, that sincerely means a lot to me 💚

[mirdance]

Hi Kay!! Hope your day/evening/night is going well, and if it isn't, I hope it gets better soon!

I see you have some first kiss prompts and if possible, may I request "Wanna practice?" + "You just can't help yourself, can you?" with Kaeya?

Thank you! 💙

TW: oral sex. Biting. Kaeya's POV is not shown, but warning. It is 100% different. While the below seems fluffy in some parts, Kaeya's brain is on another level, which I might write sometime. He is a manipulative little shit.

Most of the knights got along decently enough. On bad weeks there was tension within the halls. Usually due to being overworked or a spat. On particularly awful weeks, breakups occurred. Lack of eye contact, silent lunches, etc. hit everyone like a Lawachurl until the awkwardness left a few weeks later. Nonetheless, it always made commissions difficult.

Which is why you'd never form a relationship with a co-worker, no matter the temptation.

Which may seem hypocritical to some, considering the gravel cutting into your knees as you sucked cock behind Angel's Share.

Kaeya was a sexual arrangement. No feelings were involved in the flirtatious banter. You both had needs, and you could both manage to take care of those needs quickly and without effort. Being a knight made you busy, and even though Kaeya was known for his scandalous talk, most days he was busy as well.

Everyone needed to hug four times a day. That's what Killion said, anyway. You and Kaeya sort of hugged. There was cuddling sometimes, time permitting. Of course, you'd rather be cuddling against someone else.

Kaeya weaved his fingers through your hair and gripped a chunk of strands. "Where's that pretty face wandering off to, hm? Didn't expect a tease, but I'm here for it. If you're going to stop sucking, though, you should at least use your tongue to lap the underside."

You knew this, but with your mouth full, you didn't really feel like saying otherwise. You rolled your tongue and flicked the underside of his shaft. It promoted a compliment and a series of groans.

"If you're thinking of someone else," Kaeya chuckled as he gently pushed your head until the blue hairs of his groin ticked your nose. "I don't mind. The more the merrier. But I'd prefer you stay grounded."

You nodded and hummed. Salvia mixed with precum trickled down your throat as you hummed, irritating it into a cough. Even so, you continued. Irritation only spurred you on.

He sighed. "Fuck, your throat constricting is..." Kaeya pushed your chin and pulled his cock out of your mouth hole. "But you're not into it as much as usual. What's up, cupcake?"

Ugh. What an awful nickname. He started calling you that when you ate a cupcake for breakfast once. He thought it was hilarious for some reason. "I'm doing just fine, thanks. Maybe you're the one with the problem."

Kaeya tsked and bent to his haunches. His fingers brushed the sweaty strands of hair that stuck to your forehead. "Irritated, are we? I don't mind a brat, but the glare is quite terrifying."

Had you been glaring? Maybe so. It wasn't towards Kaeya by any means. Kaeya was beautiful, friendly, always reaching out with an ear. Of course each piece of information supplied to the man could be used against you.

"Well, maybe we should switch positions then. A break off the knees, perhaps? Is what I'd say if I didn't know you." He smirked. "And do I know you. Typically," he pointed a finger at your knee and traced the indentions of gravel that reached around. "When on your knees, your body hardly stays still. I have to hold your head steady to get the friction I need to cum. But you're just so lovely there, squirming and sloppy. Your hips grind at the air. Your whines vibrate around my cock. Like a dog after a treat. It's the perfect start before I go down on you or enter your other hole. Because you're drenched already without anyone touching you at all. Your disappointed whines whenever I stop fucking your throat...I could get off just on the sound of it. You love choking on my cock, and what we have here is not enjoyment, my dear."

"I'm just...life in general has me down, I suppose." Hopefully that answer would be a good enough supply. Knowing Kaeya, it would not.

Welp. What could you say to that? Heat rose through your chest, and you cleared your throat. "Thanks for reading my mail, appreciate the warning."

"My pleasure," Kaeya sang. He patted his lap. "Now, sit on daddy Kaeya's lap and tell him what's wrong."

"Seriously? You're just being nosy."

"Maybe I am. I'm still serious."

"Fine." You reluctantly sat on his lap as Kaeya brought the two of you to ground level. It had been hard to take the man seriously when his dick was still erect and bouncing beneath his torso, anyway.

Neither spoke for a moment. Only the distant murmur of drunkards and the late autumn wind reached your ears. You shivered.

He reached for your chin to meet his gaze. Instead, you rested your head against his chest. You'd been avoiding eye contact this entire time, and you wouldn't break that now. It burned. The only thing to keep you grounded now was his constant erection against your ass.

"You know Killion," you inquired.

Kaeya chuckled and pulled you closer out of the wind. "Oh? Your crush? ...Don't go, it's obvious." He playfully held you tighter against him. "He's handsome but kinda a disappointment. Good family, good grades, a knight in shining armor. Delicious freckles. Extremely boring personality."

"Cruel," you chided. "Are you always this judgemental?"

"Judgemental is my middle name." He circled your shoulder with his forefinger and dipped beneath the hem of your shirt. "Should I go on?"

You inhaled. "No, I get it. But he's so nice."

"Oh? Since when did you like nice guys?"

"I don't know!" You huffed. "I just do. At least, with him. And..." Your eyes glazed over. "Have you seen the mole near his upper lip?"

Kaeya laughed and pulled the hem further. "I can't deny that. It is sexy. Don't you just want to take a bite?"

"Yeah, exactly," you agreed, nodding excitedly. Kaeya of all people would understand.

"What would you do to those lips if you had the chance?" The shirt fell further, exposing your shoulder to the chill air.

"Oh, what I'd do..." You hummed in thought.

"Don't tell me my little whore has never kissed another person?"

You rolled your eyes. "I have, just not you."

"Well well, I'm wounded. Why don't we practice then?" His fingers danced across the back of your neck. "I've heard Killion is quite the kisser. Wouldn't want to go disappointing the man."

You exhaled as his fingers rubbed the bottom of your neck. "Sure."

His lips crashed into yours as he gripped the back of your head and pushed your mouth onto his. It was neither graceful nor soft, nothing like how you imagined Killion. But it was how you craved it. Blood, salt, and the slimy taste of salvia that dribbled down the side of your mouth. Kaeya trailed his tongue across the corners of your lips. Your ass moved against his erection; he met your pace.

"So you do enjoy making out," Kaeya murmured into your lips. You could only respond by biting his lower lip. His chest vibrated in a groan.

"If you keep grinding into me, I'm going to cum all over your ass," he groaned. Goosebumps dotted your neck as his breath tickled the forming bruise. "But..." his cool fingers slid down your navel. "You just can't help yourself, can you? You wanna bounce on my cock that bad," he asked patronizingly.

"Cheeky." He yanked your head to the side and bit your neck.

You shrieked. It was nothing like the hickeys you'd received before. It was all sinking teeth. Deliberate and forceful. The teeth turned to sucking. Like a hot water bottle against a wound. Your curses melted into sloppy moans. You gripped his shirt, ignoring the tearing sounds your nails made against the fabric.

You nodded all too quickly.

"You forget..." He gave the bruise one last kiss before moving his lips onto yours. "You're supposed to be practicing with me. So put that mouth to good use, and I might give you a little treat."

His hand danced at the hem of your pants as you hungrily met his mouth. He held your hips down from grinding into him with just a single palm, forcing you to work on kissing him, work on tasting his tongue, and forcing you to remove all thoughts of anything other than the name Kaeya and his wet lips destroying yours.

[konoha--files]

Four Pillars Of New Konohagakure

Shikamaru Nara

Man with 200 IQ aka Smartest person in whole Shinobi world

Advisor of Hokage and chief of staff at Hokage Office

One of only two members Rookie 9 to become Jonin after war.

Crucial part of Allied Shinobi

It's said that the Shinobi Alliance worked due to Shikamaru of Konohagakure (Source: Shikamaru Hiden)

Fun Fact: Before getting married Shikamaru used to send letters to Temari instead of emails as he didn't found the medium trustworthy.(Source:Gaara Hiden)🥰

When Gaara found out about Shikamaru and Temari's relationship he started reading Icha Icha Paradise so he could understand why he didn't saw this coming like Kankuro .(Source:Gaara Hiden)

Sakura Haruno/Sakura Uchiha

Strongest Kunoichi of her generation and one of the Three Strongest Shinobi alive.

Best Medic Ninja in Five Great Shinobi Nations and Head of Medical Department of Konohagakure.

One of only two members Rookie 9 to become Jonin after war.

Started mental health clinics for war orphaned children in Konoha and Other Shinobi Nations (Inspiration being Mirai, Naruto, Sasuke and Sai so other kids could get the mental and emotional support her friends weren't able to). (Source: Sakura Hiden)

Gaara acknowledges her as a Shinobi of his class in terms of power and has acknowledged her as an example of Shinobi who's very powerful despite not being a part of any ninja clan. (source: Gaara Hiden)

Fun Fact: She not only surpassed tsunade in in fighting and medical skills but also kinda in gambling (i.e. cards) she has a genius level memory that she can memorize all the moments of cards to the point that she knows all of your cards and thus win, lose or draw it's all in her hands, all thanks to her analytical skills that rivals Sharingan - implied by Sasuke in Chunin arc and Boruto-Tip: Never play cards with Sakura cuz it's bound to be an unfair game😅. ( Source: Sasuke Retsuden)

Sasuke Uchiha

One of the two Strongest Shinobi Alive, The one with the Sharingan and Rinnegan. Only Shinobi equal to Naruto.

Known as Shadow Hokage, one who protects Konoha from outside through the shadows.

Former Avenger.

Sacrificed normal peaceful life i.e. living with his wife Sakura and beloved daughter Sarada to protect Shinobi world from threat that might be greater than Kaguya, as he was only one who could do this mission (due to his visual prowess) which led him to staying away from his family for years. (Source: Naruto Gaiden)

Likes to blend science of nature in his jutsus for example: creating barrier of pure water i.e. pure H2O so it doesn't conduct electricity like normal water and creating ice using water nature and wind nature together. (Source: Sasuke Shinden: the star pupil)

Fun Fact: Sasuke was probably the last person of his generation to read Icha Icha Paradise considering even Gaara was 12 years ahead of him in this case.(Source:Naruto Shinden: Parent and Child day)(On that day Sasuke found out that Karma exists-any smart person can guess what I'm trying to say)😅

Just like Naruto he is still a Genin even though he'smore powerful than any Kage, Except Naruto.

Naruto Uzumaki

One of the two Strongest Shinobi Alive, the one of the last two jinchuriki and also the strongest one.

The Seventh Hokage aka Nanadaime.

Man because of whom the formation of Shinobi Alliance was possible in first place.

Has to do the mountains of paper work, sometimes he overworks himself leading him not being able to spend much time with his family(Hinata, Boruto and Himawari), all for the well being and development of village that he considers as a family to him.

Most unpredictable Shinobi in history of Shinobi world.

Before becoming a Hokage he used to train next generation ninjas of academy occasionally during his Hokage training.(source:The Last movie and Sakura Hiden)

Fun Fact: He is only Hokage to be directly promoted from Genin to Hokage. (but considering the fact that he is more powerful than any other kage, Jonin and chunin so participating in Chunin exam at that point would be pointless)😀

Note: 1)Most of the points mentioned above are after war, source being Canon Novels and Manga.

2) Before anyone asks why Kakashi Sensei isn't on list it's because I consider him as very foundation of this four pillars, the work they are doing at this point was possible due to Kakashi aka Rokudaime's support and guidance.