#how do people go to parties without having severe anxiety about it

[hel7l7]

teenage girl problems when i'm 24 :)

[the-paris-of-people]

The past couple days online have been... interesting. I consider myself a leftist, think capitalism is corrupt, and think that it needs to be seriously reformed/overthrown. I admit that while I've thrown around phrases and terms like "burn it all down" and "the revolution needs to come" out of frustration without actually thinking about what a revolution entails: excellent organization, unity, and strategy to defeat the United States, the world's largest military superpower which has inflicted political and social destabilization across the majority of countries around the world. There also needs to be superb infrastructure and community to support the disabled, elderly, and poor populations who rely on government assistance and programs, healthcare, and accommodations while this so-called revolution rages on.

All I've received from the far leftist movement are lectures from condescending intellectuals who rattle off academic citations regarding ideological theory rather than practical, tangible steps to advocate for change in our local and regional communities. I have not seen one of them actually discuss conversations they've had with their friends, family, or Americans about what they want to see reflected for the future of the country. I have not seen one of them discussed how destructive, detrimental and traumatic a Trump presidency was for social prejudice and morale in the United States. I understand that for many marginalized groups they've been living in a facist state for centuries so the possibility Project 2025 doesn't galvanize them to see the two parties differently, but I don't think it is fair to white leftists falsely equivocate the election of both parties for the entire American population at all??? Or like at least specify the issues you're referring to in which you view both parties as the same????? Literally one TikTok creator who I used to follow talked about how true leftists are so much better than liberals because they aren't waiting for a presidential candidate to save the world NOW due to the accelerated apocalypse due to climate change but when asked how to change the world they suggest sharing ideas of your future utopia with other leftist groups. How the fuck is sitting around talking about living in a walkable community is great considered "saving the world now"? How are you going to dismantle and restructure American infrastructure to create these communities? How are you going to remove existing racial and social tensions to create a community where everyone lives happily side by side? Do people not consider reality at all?????

And is it not wrong for people to have a fucking sliver of optimism and hope at incremental change that's achieved within the corrupt bipartisan system of American politics, even if they know it's propaganda??? Is it wrong for people to have a singular fucking moment of relief in feeling like their values, beliefs, and lives will be better protected and THEY can advocate for change better??? Is it wrong when there's a couple months until the most pressing election in recent history for people to make the choice they feel will reduce the most amount of harm???

[magics-neptunes-things]

Girl on Fire

Hi guys!

Here we are for one with Lia, I didn't write for her since ages. It's from that sweet request, and I hope it will please you :)

Please enjoy ♥

TW : Mention of firefighter job, Alcohol, Men (the creepy ones).

The other chapter of the serie "Lia & The Firefighter" is here.

Lia is the sweetest person you ever met. When people learn that you both are dating, they always look so surprised that you found it almost offensive at first. But then you decided that you in fact love the way Lia seeks protection towards you and how she feels in security with you.

You are a firefighter, and you are more than ten centimeters higher than Lia. Because of you work you have to train a lot and you’ve developed a pretty impressive musculature over the years. You have several tattoos spread on different parts of your body and you laughed your heart out when one of Lia’s friends told you that she claimed not to be a fan of tattoo before. You know that Lia loves your tattoos.

You are part of the London Fire Brigade, and you are very proud of it. You aren’t the chief of one of the Brigade, but your place in the team is perfect for you. You sometimes have trouble because you are what your supervisor like to call a hothead, which makes you roll your eyes every time. For you, you are here to save lives and you have to take all the risks for it.

Very early in your relationship with Lia, you found the deal not to tell her which interventions you are working on. She knows when you are working, obviously, but you both realize very quickly that telling her everything is very anxiety-proving, and you obviously don’t want that for her.

You are not living together, but you like finding her at home when your work is finished. She’s your safe place, she doesn’t have to say or do anything special to make you feel good. You just have to be with her, or when she’s away hearing her voice is enough to help you calm down.

You both work great together and you knew really soon in your relationship that you will fall hard for that girl. You were right and here you are, two years, going to her house in St-Albans after your shift. You know that Lia won’t be at home, she went out with some of her teammates in the neighborhood to have fun. But you plan of getting a shower and wait her looking at TV.

You first grab something to eat however, smiling softly at the love note Lia putted on your plate. She putted leftovers in it for you and when you see that it’s one of your favorite meals, you fell in love with her again.

From You Thank you for the leftover Cookie, it was amazing ❤️

From Lia 🧸 With pleasure :) are you waiting for me?

From You I will, but don’t you dare coming home early for me. Enjoy your night, party girl 🔥 I’m going to take a shower anyway

From Lia 🧸 Tease :(

You roll your eyes and send her a kiss emoji before going to the bathroom. Your clothes are respectively around each other’s house, so you put your uniform in the laundry bin without thinking further. The hot water is very welcome to help you wash the day and help your muscles to relax. It was a long day, with stressful interventions. You would have loved to have Lia’s cuddles right now, but she has the right to enjoy her night with her friends.

Another thing you love about Lia, is the way she choses to sleep in oversize t-shirt, who are so big for her that they come down to her knees. She was doing it before you met so you know that she didn’t wear them on purpose, but at least you are able to steal some of her clothes. That’s what you do today, stealing a beige t-shirt that smell like her and will make the job until she comes home.

Before going to the living room to watch TV, you stop in the kitchen to grab a Red Bull that Lia stocks on the fridge for you, even if “It’s an awful drink for your health”. You drink a lot of them, a bad habit maybe, but you hate coffee and that helps you to be focused all day. When you explained that to Lia, she grumbles something in Swiss German but stopped since that day to try to make you stop drinking it.

You watch some stupid TV show while drinking your thing, happy to be able to relax a little bit. You were doing it for twenty minutes when your phone rings and you don’t check the screen because it’s the ringtone reserved for Lia. Which is strange, she’s supposed to come home with Leah.

“Hello?” you frown.

“Am I waking you up?”

You can hear almost immediately that something is wrong, her voice is a little shaky and you stand up instantly without thinking.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… It’s stupid, but there is some creepy guy who tried to hit on Less all night, and he gets drunker every second. She’s safe with us and didn’t want me to call you, but it looks like he’s waiting for her with some of his friends and –“

“I’ll be there in five minutes. Don’t move from where you are, ok?” you cut her.

“Yeah. Ok.”

You met Alessia several times and you like that girl. Not the way you like Lia obviously (you love her in case you haven’t understood), but she’s a friend of your lover. And there is no place in the world where you want your girlfriend not to feel safe, with or without you.

You put a jean and a black hoodie on, before grabbing your keys to jump on your car. Lia shared her location or her phone with you months ago, so you are able to find her very quickly. The club they chose is rather good noted, you have trouble to get inside at first because of your clothes. But when you insist and explain that it was only to get your girlfriend and some of your friends out, they finally let you in. You explained too what was happening and they promised to talk with one of their colleagues to have a better look of the situation.

When you enter, your eyes are like drags like magnets on Lia and you let them get up and down on her, methodically searching for any injuries. But there is nothing and you just have to look at her friends to know that they aren’t hurt either. They just seem uneasy.

Lia must have felt your eyes on her, because she suddenly raises her head in your direction while you are walking to their booth. She gets up and you hug her as soon as you reach her position.

“You alright?” you frown.

The top of her head is at the height of your chin and she has to tilt her head to look at you.

“I’m fine” she nods before turning on the others direction.

There is Alessia obviously, Kyra, Leah and Victoria. The first feels a little bit more uneasy, in purpose. You don’t know how much you impressed Lia’s friends, even when you smile at her like you are doing now.

“Alright Alessia?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry you have to come here, I tried to call my brother, but he didn’t answer.”

“No worries. Should we go?”

They all agree, and you share a look with Lia before putting what you hopped will feel like a recomforting hand between Alessia’s shoulders. When Leah proposed to go to her home, they all agree too.

“Will you come too?” Lia pouts, walking next to you and Alessia.

“If you want to” you answer softly, never able to refuse her anything.

She smiles at you, and you lose yourself several seconds in her beautiful eyes, before feeling Alessia tense next to you.

“It’s them” she mumbles.

You look at the direction she shows you with her eyes, just to see four men in their thirties, more average and boring than ever. They look so smug; it makes you want to go knock them. But you don’t, you know Lia hate this kind of behavior. Plus, you are a firefighter, you are supposed to help people. Even if, in your opinion, put something in their head would help them but that’s another story.

You tense when they whistle Leah, but she shows them her middle finger without any thought and you can’t help but smirk. She was walking in front of you with Kyra and Victoria. But when you pass next to them with Lia and Alessia, one of them walk to stop in front of you.

“Well, Alessia Honey? I thought you will come home with me tonight?”

“She’s not going anywhere with you” you answer before Alessia can even react. “Can you push your damn ass away from here so we can leave please?”

Your ton is cold but still polite. You keep your poker face while the man looks at you with a mixture of haughtiness and surprise. You are a little higher than him, only one or two centimeters maybe. But he seems to finally decide that he might be superior or something.

You groan when he tries to grab Alessia’s arm, passing a protective arm in front of her, making her take two steps backward.

“Don’t fucking touch her” you warn, approaching your face of his.

“Oh yeah? And who’s gonna stop me? You?”

He snorts with arrogance, and you take all you have not to punch him. But then he tries to push you, not making you move a little bit. You are smirking when you talk again.

“Watch me.”

Just when you were arming your fist to punch him, someone grab it. You want to extricate your hand from the surprise grip, but you only need half a second to realize that it’s Lia. At the same time, the man who was at the entry and another security guy came to you. Without ceremony, they take Alessia’s creep to make him leave.

“I’m sorry Ma’am” the guy says. “You can enjoy your night now.”

“We were leaving actually. Can you make sur that he’s not waiting for her at the entry?”

“I will, promise. Just give me some minutes yeah?”

You nod and watch him go outside, before turning in Alessia’s direction while your arm itself wraps around Lia’s waist, without you really thinking about it.

“You alright?” you ask her for the second time of the night.

“Yes. Damn I really thought you’ll kill him.”

You are content to smile at her with complicity without saying anything. You would probably have wreck him, to be honest. But Lia is still next to you, and you know how much she hates violence. Even if it’s to protect one of her friends.

When the man comes back to tell you that you can go, you find the three other girls in the street to go to Leah. You learn in the car that Caitlin and Katie will come too, but it doesn’t change anything for you. You like both of them too.

“How did that guy know her name?” you frown towards Alessia when you are walking to Leah’s house.

“I was stupid. I told him, he was really nice at first. I didn’t know things will turn that way” she mumbles, cheeks red.

“It’s not stupid, you don’t have to defend yourself I was just curious. Plus, you couldn’t know he was a psychopath” you pat her shoulder affectionally.

She smiles softly at you and go straight for a drink in Leah’s kitchen. In the living room, Kyra is relating what happened in the nightclub, exaggerating without any embarrassment most of the details of the story. You roll your eyes and just go sit next to Lia, who smiles at you.

“Here is my little terror” Lia coos.

“Stop” you smile shyly, hiding your face in her neck.

Lia laughs and passes her arms around your body. She’s warm and soft, and you are really tired. You melt against her, enjoying happily her stroking on your back. You were almost dozing off when you hear Katie’s voice.

“Can’t believe that teddybear is turning in Hulk outside of Wally’s arms”

“She was scary honestly” Kyra says.

“Fuck you” you grumble in Lia’s neck.

“Someone’s already working on it darling”

You can hear Katie’s smile in her voice, and you just take slightly your face away of Lia’s neck. You just have to look at her with one eye to see that you were right, the playful smile on the Irish girl being present.

You know it’s only a friendly teasing though, you learned to know Lia’s teammates during the last months, and you like them all. With her temper, Katie is maybe the one who is the closest to your character. Except when you’re with Lia, once again.

“Don’t wake the beast again Katie” Kyra laughs.

You throw a pillow at Katie, making her laugh, before turning in Lia’s direction. She’s already looking at you and you put a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“You are beautiful tonight” you said softly, even if the attention of the others isn’t on you anymore.

You let your eyes appreciating her outfit and Lia blushes slightly but kiss your cheek anyway.

“Aren’t you tired?” she asks soon after.

You look at her two seconds, hesitating to lie to her before choosing the truth. You shrug anyway, trying to dismiss how much tired you are.

“I am. But I’ll stay, I want to stay with you”

“No, let’s go home, come on.”

Lia stands up without hesitation. You say your goodbyes to anyone, following Lia who you hold her hand, not letting her go until you have to start your car.

“Thanks for coming tonight” Lia says after some minutes.

“Of course. Like I would leave you alone like this” you yawn.

“Was it a long day?”

You throw a quick look at her, just to see her looking at you once again. Sometimes, you know that she would like to know what you have done during the day. But like you said before, it’s not a good idea.

“Yeah. A long day” you mumble.

You don’t say anything else. Car accidents, fire, you never say anything. Even when you come back home with slight injuries. Your thoughts are quickly turned back in reality when Lia kisses your fingers, putting you away of the memories of your day.

You let Lia go take a shower while you change your clothes again and let yourself fall on your stomach on the bed. You must have fall asleep, because what looks several seconds after, a fresh showered Lia is slipping under the sheets beside you. You roll on your side to snuggle against her, closing your eyes almost soon after.

“Love you” you mumble against the skin of her shoulder.

“Love you too, Pookie. Sleep tight.”

You mumble something back, but you are already almost asleep, and you are pretty sure that Lia was not able to understand the slightest word. It doesn’t matter. She has you, you have her and it’s perfect that way.

[juniperskye]

Without You

Sneak Peek: Aaron and you have been dating for over a year now…the thing is, the BAU team has no idea. When Aaron does something reckless that could cost him his life, will you expose the relationship you have worked so hard to keep under wraps?

Aaron Hotchner x BAU Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2371

Warnings: One use of y/n, age gap, mentions of anxiety/anxiety attack, some language, canon typical violence, mentions of death, explosion, BAU case details (similar to those of s7e23), severe emotional pain, mentions of Haley’s death, mention of Jack, secret relationship, JJ is still the media liaison (it just fit better for the plot) if I missed any – let me know!

Not edited - please be kind.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Aaron Hotchner had very quickly become your best friend. Your friendship had come so naturally, despite a pretty significant age gap. After two years of what could only be described as painfully obvious yearning from both parties, Aaron finally gained the courage to ask you to dinner. Even though it took two weeks before you could actually act on that invitation, the date had gone better than expected. Aaron had been a perfect gentleman; bringing you flowers, opening your door, holding your hand, paying for your meal, actually listening when you spoke.

That’s why it had been so easy to fall in love with him. Things with Aaron truly had been effortless, falling into a comfortable routine in which you would drive to his place after work, relieve the babysitter, get Jack started on homework while you got dinner going. Since meeting Jack, back before you’d even begun dating Aaron, you were one of his favorite people. You had spoiled Jack since you’d met the boy, he was just so sweet, and he’d reminded you of your nephews…it was easy to spend time with him. Aaron would come home to Jack helping set the table and you plating up the food. He’d wrap you up in an embrace and the three of you would sit and enjoy your meal while discussing how your days went (mostly Jack talking about school).

The one thing in your relationship that had not been effortless was keeping it a secret from your team. There had already been much speculation as to whether or not Aaron and you had feelings for one another amongst the agents. Dave was the one who pestered Aaron the most, constantly encouraging him to take a chance on love, that it wouldn’t always end like it had with Haley. In your case it had been Penelope, she and you had grown close over your time at the BAU, and she could see the tell-tale signs of a blossoming crush for your superior.

The two of you hadn’t initially planned to hide your relationship, but after many late-night conversations about it and a lengthy pros and cons list, you had determined, for the time being, keeping things quiet was the best option. That was nearly eleven months ago. You and Aaron had been together for about a year and a half, living together for four months…things had not been easy. You guys had to work hard to keep your feelings at bay on tough missions. There had been an instance of you getting stabbed by an unsub, thankfully the wound was superficial, and you were fine, but it had taken everything in Aaron not to run to you and take you into his arms. That was one of many hardships you had faced, but none of those would have prepared you for today.

A call had come in to the BAU at 9:53 am. The call rang to Aaron’s direct line, which meant it was a time sensitive case, usually a child abduction or in this case, a hostage situation. Aaron came out of his office swiftly, calling everyone’s attention without even speaking.

“There is a hostage situation at First Union bank. We’ve been called in by Virgina PD, who is already on the scene and SWAT is currently on their way as well. Everyone needs to gather their things and head to the garage” Aaron gave his orders, and everyone sprang into action.

As you all made your way to the government issued SUVs, Aaron continued briefing everyone and he gave out assignments.

“Alright Garcia and Reid, I want you two in the mobile command unit digging into our unsubs, we need to identify them. JJ, I need you to control the media with this, I don’t want any details getting out without my approval. Morgan and Prentiss go check in with SWAT and go over our plan. Y/N and Dave you will take point on the negotiations. Understood?” Aaron looked to everyone for confirmation.

There were collective nods, and everyone went to their separate posts to get started. You and Dave made your way over to one of the command center tents, discussing with the officers there that you would be in charge of the negotiations. They filled you in on what had happened thus far, and you worked to devise your initial approach. Dave and you had made contact with the unsubs, they were demanding a helicopter and one million dollars (a truly ridiculous request on their part). Approximately fifteen minutes later, Garcia and Reid rushed to where you, Dave and Aaron were standing.

“We have identified the unsubs! The two men are brothers, Michael and James Snyder. They are connected to at least eight other bank robberies around the northeastern United Staes. The woman, her name is Katiya Kuznetsov she is not connected to the robberies, but she is flagged under the FBI’s most wanted. She’s thought to be the mastermind behind dozens of explosions in North America from the last nine months.” Garcia explained. Aaron radioed to request the bomb squad.

“Why would she be working with these two? Robbing banks isn’t quite the same M.O. as blowing up buildings.” You questioned.

“We looked into it, and it seems that she may have connections to someone who owns a safety deposit box at this bank. We don’t know what is in it, but we were able to narrow down the list of potentials.” Reid answered.

“This changes things, we need to get in there and apprehend them. We need to get the civilians out. I think our best option would be for us to breach with SWAT and local PD.” Aaron explained.

“Hotch, that seems a little drastic don’t you think? If we just barge in there, who’s to say they don’t just start shooting the hostages. Dave and I were making progress and now that we know who they are, perhaps we can get them to break.” You could feel your anxiety eating away at you, the thought of Aaron barging in there terrified you.

“Sorry kid, but I’m with Aaron on this one. We were making some progress, but not enough and given this new information, I think it is safe to assume that there is probably a bomb in the bank somewhere, the sooner we get the hostages out, the better.” Rossi shut your idea down.

You could feel the bile rising up your throat. Your palms were starting to sweat and your pulse quickening. You knew what was about to happen, Aaron was going to give out assignments which meant he was diving headfirst into danger while he ensured your safety.

“Alright here’s what we will do, Morgan and I will go in the front, try to talk the unsubs down. Prentiss and Reid you will go through the back, with SWAT and the bomb squad try to locate the explosive and disable it. Garcia, I want you to keep eyes inside the bank the whole time, keep us posted of everything you see through comms. Dave and you can stay out here and monitor the phones, I want you to call in to distract them while we enter, I think it might buy us some leeway.” Aaron gave the assignments.

You gave Aaron a pointed look, one that expressed all of your nerves and anxiety. He looked back at you, it was stern as far as any onlooker could tell, but you could see the softness flash across his features. He was silently telling you that everything would be okay, and for a moment, you believed that it would be.

Time seemed to slow then. Everyone was moving, following orders hastily. But you, you were glued to your spot…Dave’s hand on your shoulder is what finally snapped you out of your thoughts.

“He’ll be okay kid.” Dave tried to soothe your nerves.

You called into the bank to try and steal the attention of the unsubs as Aaron had requested, all the while agents were moving through the bank. Suddenly Garcia’s voice rang over the comms.

“One of the unsubs slipped away. I’m assuming to get to the explosive. I am working to get the blueprints of the bank so we can figure out where it is set up.” Garcia rushed.

Gunshots echoed through the air, the comms were buzzing with shouts from Aaron, Morgan, Prentiss, Dave and some other voices you couldn’t pin down.

The fact that you could hear Aaron’s voice helped to calm your nerves as he clearly hadn’t been shot. His next words soothed your mind even more so.

“We have Michael and James in custody, Morgan is walking the hostages out now. I am going to go and assist the others in finding Katiya and the explosive.” Aaron called over the comms.

Dave could see you tense at Aaron’s words; he once again laid his hand on your shoulder in hopes to ease your mind. Morgan walked over to you and Dave after placing the unsubs in the police cars that were standing by.

What happened next brought your world crashing down.

The silence over the comms had been eerie. Everything paused and then it happened. The bank had exploded, right before your eyes. You had been far enough away that the blast hadn’t knocked you over, but it still left your ears ringing.

Had Morgan and Dave’s ears not already been ringing they definitely would have been after the scream that ripped through your body.

“NOO!!!!!” You screamed.

You couldn’t form a coherent thought; you sobbed and lurched your body forward in hopes of going to find Aaron. Before you could make it three steps, Morgan had his arms around your waist holding you back. He turned you around and held you while you pounded your fists against his chest.

“Sweetheart you can’t go in there. I know we have people in there and waiting for them to get out is going to feel like an eternity. But until we get any sort of confirmation, we need to try and stay positive.” Morgan explained.

Garcia and JJ joined you, Dave and Morgan, tears streaming down their faces, all of them silently hoping your team family would make it out unscathed.

You could feel it coming on, the more time had passed. Your breaths were shallow, body clammy, your vision was going blurry, you were having a hard time keeping yourself upright. Dave was the one to notice and lead you away from the group, he held your hands and was saying something about you needing to match his breathing.

“Dave I…I c-can’t. W-what if he doesn’t make it out? I w-would d-die without him Dave!” You hiccupped.

“He’s going to make it out. But remember that you are strong and no matter what happens you will make it through this.” Dave reminds you.

“No! Dave, you don’t understand without Aaron, sure, the rain would fall, the children would play, the tides would change but I-I would die.” You looked away from Dave momentarily “I die without you.” You whispered.

You saw heads start turning in the direction of the alleyway that was adjacent to what was once the bank, as you followed suit, the bile returned – easing its way up your throat.  A body bag, with no other signs of Aaron. Your mind jumped to the worst-case scenario and your legs finally gave out. Dave tried to catch you as you fell to the ground, another gut-wrenching sob ripping its way through you.

You didn’t register the loss of Dave’s arms around your shoulders, not until he moved to pull you up off the ground and turn you in the direction of the group of agents making their way towards you. You tried to protest, telling Dave that nothing mattered anymore, until he physically turned your chin towards them.

“Aaron?” It came out as an exhale, below a whisper.

“Aaron?” This time was a bit louder, gaining your voice back.

“Aaron!” A shout this time as you could see his eyes scanning the crowd for you.

His gaze snapped to you as you ran towards him, looking him over to ensure that he is unharmed before you launch yourself into his arms. He lifted you fully and allowed you to wrap your legs around his waist, he could feel your tears soaking the collar of his shirt. He gently shushed you assuring you that he was okay and that everyone was safe.

“T-the b-body bag, I-I thought it. I thought it was you, Aaron.”

“It was Katiya, she was trying to detonate it when we found her, we had just enough time to get to some sort of vault, but when it went off, the debris trapped us in. Honey, I am so sorry I scared you. I’m alright though, not even a scratch.” Aaron brushed his hand over the back of your head as you brought your feet back to the ground.

He looked into your eyes, he could tell that your brain was trying to process everything, all the emotions you had just been feeling, along with the relief you must be feeling now. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned in and kissed you. It was a kiss that said I was terrified of losing you but we’re safe and here together now. As he pulled away, you rested your foreheads against one another’s.

You knew that there would be tons of questions from the team but honestly in this moment you couldn’t care less because Aaron was safe and back in your arms. This moment that you were sharing allowed a few things to become clear for you and Aaron. You knew that he was the one for you, nobody else, and you were sure you wouldn’t survive losing him. He came to realize that it was time for him to pull that ring from the back of his sock drawer and finally ask you for forever, he thought that maybe it was time for him to step back and take that promotion Strauss had continuously offered. All he knew was that he couldn’t risk what you two had. Without you…he couldn’t even finish the thought because that wasn’t even an option.

[cottagec0relover21]

Ok so, the idea just popped in my mind and I RLLY need someone to write it LMAO

Your Chilchuck fics give me LIFE so you were me go to, no questions asked

Could I get Chilchuck with a reader (preferably male, but gender neutral is also ok!) who miscalculated the ammount of anxiety medication they had left and ended up running out in the middle of the dungeon? Reader is having a hard time with their anxiety ticks and one of the side effects of going a bit too long without them is his body starting to "shut down" and become slightly like a ragdoll. Reader is still talkative and behaves as normal besides their head going to the side aggressively, flopping to the side and body parts just going all weak when they sit, flopping legit like a ragdoll (this os very self indulgent and has happened to me once, it is not good to say the least LMAO)

I completely understand if this makes you uncomfortable to write! And if so, a reader with severe generalized anxiety would work in the place of this request!

Hii! I'm sorry if this took too long ;-; since I have generalized anxiety and therefore I'm more knowledgeable about that subject, I'll write for a reader with severe generalized anxiety. I don't want to fuck up the other option with the ticks and such, because I don't know about the condition and I don't want to offend anyone. So hopefully this is okay!! love y'all thanks for being patient!

(Also changing my POV today) I'm so glad you love the way I write, it means the world to know that💗

"A Comforting Half-ling"

[Chilchuck Tims x gn!reader]

Warnings: none - fluff

Your hands were sweaty. You had been fidgeting with your fingers for a while, feeling a pit at the bottom of your stomach that made you even more anxious that you already were. The slight pang of pain in the chest that came from time to time the more you thought about the problem at hand bothering you as you sat on the corner of one of the rooms of the dungeon that the group had stopped by. Why were you so anxious? Simple. There was another party in that same room, and the rest of the group had decided to be all social and chat for a bit as they sat down to take a break from walking around.

Gosh I must look really weird sitting alone in this corner. I think they didn't hear me when I said "hi." What if they think I'm an asshole? Or a weirdo? Or a weird asshole?! you thought, looking around the room.

—Oh yeah, and that one there is (y/n), they're kinda shy— you jumped, your head snapping back to stare at the middle of the room as Laios pointed a finger back at you. Everyone's eyes were on you. Never had you wanted earth to swallow you whole and never come back so desperately before.

As the conversation resumed, the half-foot's eyes stayed on you, a curious and worried expression on his face as he watched you fidget with your hands.

He excused himself softly and walked up to them.

—Hey, why don't you come with me for a second? I need your help with something— Chilchuck pointed to the door, and your feet hurried to stand up and get out of the room as quickly as possible. Once outside that room, and away from the hearing range of the others, he sat against the wall, patting the space beside him.— What's got you so jumpy?— he looks at you, genuine curiosity in his voice.

Looking at him, you wonder if it's okay to admit out loud how anxious you were about, not just talking to people, but almost anything that had to do with being in public.— You're always behind us when we encounter other parties, and you don't seem to want to be there. I'm starting to think you're not just "shy"— Chilchuck called you out.

Beginning to explain to him how you were always on edge around people wasn't the easiest task. Admitting that, you were afraid of not being seen as capable, but being seen as a bother or even a burden ate you up every second of your life to Chilchuck was hard but worth it, because now you had someone that understood you better than any of the rest of the group. Everyone gets a little anxious at times, but you were a little extra anxious about everything.

Sitting cross-legged and now intently staring at you as you finished your through explanation of how you felt almost all the time, Chilchuck sighed and placed a comforting hand over your shoulder.— I'm really sorry you have to feel like that. I get anxious for five minutes and I hate it, so you being on edge all the damn time must suck— he offered a sympathetic apology, understanding you easily.— Whenever you feel like that, just... uh– try and tell me, or nudge me, whatever works best for you— he smiles softly, and the look on your face makes him huff softly in embarrassment and look away, retrieving his hand from your shoulder. When you give a soft laugh at his reaction he starts protesting and huffing at you, although we all know he wasn't seriously that upset.

When you hug him, however, he falls silent and sighs, taking a moment to return your embrace.

From then on Chilchuck tries his best to comfort you and help you everytime he notices you feeling anxious.

You need to buy something but can't because you're afraid of taking too long and upsetting the line behind you? He'll go with you and hold your hand. Maybe you're afraid of the guy at the stall, selling whatever it is you want to buy. Don't worry, he'll talk for you when you get nervous and start to stutter. Or even if you don't even want to talk at all.

Afraid someone is judging you? He's jokingly rolling his sleeves up and asking "Who? Who is it? Point at them and they'll never see what got them!" (They won't but that's because he's small and he kicks their knee from behind)

If you feel like everyone is judging you, though, he holds your hand and guides you away into a corridor/hallway where it's less crowded

Ever start hyperventilating? The first time he'll panic, and he'll struggle to find the words and actions to properly help you calm down. But it doesn't take him long before he has it memorized.

You're basically the only one on the group who's got Chikchuck breaking his rules about innerparty relationships, because he's grown very close and attached to you.

You're such an amazing person, you shouldn't have to struggle like this.

He gets very happy for you when you manage to do something that makes you anxious on your own. Maybe you spoke up to a whole group of people completely alone, or maybe you went and bought something that you really wanted without struggling at all.

When that happens he's sure to give you a smile and a thumbs up or a pat on your leg (you're taller than him, don't tease him about it or he'll get all red in the face and start mumbling to himself)

Overall, Chilchuck would understand you and try to help. He struggles, and sometimes you might think you're being a bother for him, but he makes sure to tell you that "no, you're not a burden nor a bother. I'm simply... not used to comforting people that often."

+ romantic established relationship headcannons

If you tell him that having him by your side is comforting, even in the slightest, he'll cough and look away, hiding his growing embarrassment.

If you ask to borrow something of his to comfort you, he's scrambling all over his words but eventually giving said item to you gladly.

You hide your face in his scarf after wrapping it around your neck and softly inhale his scent— Ah... you smell so nice. And the scarf is so warm— so is his face. A beautiful tomato red all over his cheeks and ears as he looks at you, genuinely feeling better just by borrowing his scarf.

Or maybe you borrow his gloves (if they fit) and put them on.— Okay... but why my gloves?— he asks curiously, waiting an eyebrow as he looks up at you.

You smile, wiggling your fingers after putting the gloves on— Makes me feel like I'm holding your hand— he falls silent, and he opens his mouth to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a flustered exhale as he turns around and walks away from you as he mumbles a "you're unbelievably.... cute" that you're sure he didn't mean for you to hear.

A few minutes later he'll return by your side as you're walking and extend his hand up, looking ahead— You can just hold my damn hand, you know?— he mumbles, and you notice how his cheeks tint with red once again.

[chocolate-floof]

So while I'm literally punching air over my menstrual pain I thought up a Vought reader scenario with a little real life inspo and would love to see other expand on this idea if they also find it interesting or funny. So, reader ofc works for Vought, they don't really ever work with supes in person as their still climbing the corporate ladder but they do their job well. The only time they've ever spoke to anybody even remotely close to the seven was when Ashley had come to them to ask for an update on homelanders points, as they work on the social media team at Vought, their job in the team was to basically scrub the internet for the publics opinion on vought. They've seen some SHIT from it, including the more... Vulgar displays of the publics opinion from homelander, but they have have to persevere to get that sweet paycheck every Thursday. Growing up in a area where people are normally on the more 'family friendly' with the way they speak had left them severely underprepared for the confidence that the anonymity of the Internet gave people, which allowed them to say basically anything, and they certainly did. Sometimes leading them to go to the bathroom to try and stave of the nausea. They themselves are more of a loner, staying to themselves often time felling awkward and scared of talking their everyday coworker. Sleep deprivation and overworking themselves to try and run from the imposter syndrome constantly eating at them. Your average corporate wage slave one might say. But one day, waking up with a rare dose of confidence that lasted through out the day, they decided they were going to go to a small office party they were going to be having later on that night. They decided to wear a very ~complimenting~ outfit/dress when they go. Homelander is there, he doesn't have anything better to do and he's bored so he sits in on the party, watching. No one comes to him, everybody knows how he can be to those he deems lesser than him. They don't really think about this as they look at him sitting alone in the corner with a far off look in his eyes, their sympathy genuinely clouding their better judgement. They walk up to him unannounced, nearly startling him as they said "hi." in a quiet tone with a small smile. He looks over, suddenly hearing them next to him, further away than he had thought, it sounded like you had spoken directly into his ear. "Hello?" He said, genuinely confused at why you had just walked up to him. "A-are you enjoying the party?" They ask, trying to start a small conversation. He almost immediately snaps into his 'work face' "oh yeah, it's nice that you guys have these... Little.. get-togethers. I, uh.. I like the work you guys do here, you guys do... alot for Vought, we'd be NOWHERE without.. you guys!" He gives a little chuckle afterwards. They, immediately felt like the entire sentence was nearly.. rehearsed? Fake? It just wasn't right but they tried not to let their anxiety and paranoia get the best of them and respond with a "thank you, that definitely means a lot coming from you." They were fighting their nerves suddenly feeling cold all over. "I'm glad that I can help Mister.homelander, sir" they imagine slamming their face against every surface possible as they they choke, suddenly feeling like a golf ball was in their throat, sweat collecting in their hair. Before they can manage to squeeze anything out another man walk up to them, tapping them on the shoulder. They turn to him and he asks them out. They immediately feel the ball in their throat get even bigger, thinking of a way to get out, to just go before they suddenly burst into tears. "N-No..." They say before just turning and walking out as fast as they could straight to the elevators and back home. homelander was very confused at what had just happened, how quick their emotions had just rose and fallen in quick succession suddenly feeling his curiosity peaked. The next day he comes to visit the office area, asking for you describing your appearance.

"Oh you mean y/n? Their fucking tweaking in the bathroom right now" answer one of them

"what?"

"Their freaking out." They supply

"Why?"

"read this."

"WHAT THE FUCK"

[celestiaras]

ft. ren zotto x f! reader — iluna, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ sneaking around with fuckboy ren zotto & thinking about your feelings┊0.7k words

contains: smut!! dom ren & sub reader┊friends with benefits, outdoor & semi-public, making out & tongue piercings, size difference, ooc ren, a whole lot of buildup for a paragraph of smut my bad, receiving oral, mentioned unrequited feelings

➤ author's note: thanks to @roseofdepravity for the idea of ren with piercings!! i’m no longer normal about him (i haven’t written in a while due to writer’s block, i may be rusty)

“god, what’s gotten into you? we might get caught here!” your back pressed against the ridged brick wall of the building, unable to escape in any direction with ren blocking your way.

“what’s gotten into you? thinking that you could wear such a cute outfit and expecting me not to go crazy over it?” his hand trailing up your thighs and under your skirt to tug at the hem of your underwear. “and you’re so wet for me already? what were you thinking about during the lecture?”

“’for you?’ don’t get so ahead of yourself when we aren’t even together,” you scoffed. it was literally the first day of the new semester yet still believable that something like this happened already.

“maybe i’ll make it official then,” he smirked, his other hand cupping your face upwards to shut you up with a kiss. a sense of urgency laced his every action as if he actually cared about the possibility of getting walked in on despite acting like he didn’t. this was the most vulnerable both of you have been to the public eye, getting dragged into a dark empty hallway with burnt-out lights right after a class with him.

you highly doubt that he ever would make it official with the copious number of men and women lined up at his door, but it’s not like you aren’t already content with this little game of cat and mouse that’s been going on since high school. all you could do was roll your eyes and sigh at the intrusion of his tongue slipping into your mouth, feeling the tasteless titanium of his piercing as you put up a little fight for dominance before completely melting into him and letting him take control like always.

although he isn’t the tallest guy on campus, he still managed to tower over you and dominate you so effortlessly. you practically disappeared behind him and it eased any anxieties you had about being seen since you would just be another one of the many people he was seen screwing without being recognized, but you suddenly panicked when he dropped to his knees.

“don’t worry about it, everyone is at the club fair for the free snacks anyways…” he mentioned as if he read your mind (you wouldn’t be surprised at this point, you’ve learned over the years that aliens have many different abilities). you were half-tempted to kick him off to drop the moment and pick it up another time, but his devilishly charming smile managed to make you agree to it like always.

realization struck you about just how many times you’ve snuck around with ren from the moment mutual attraction was made known until now: from parties, to trips, to being rebounds, to being bored. there was hardly a single week that went by without one of you sending a text to the other. neither of you was looking for anything serious and you had already crushed the idea of it ever happening several times, but there was a little glimmer of a wish that maybe your friendship including extra benefits would evolve into something more— even though he probably doesn’t feel the same way.

your thoughts disappeared with a shiver up your spine when he started to lick long stripes along your cunt, gasping at the piercing of metal against your clit controlled by his talented tongue that knew you more than you knew yourself. he moaned at your taste, lapping up the leaking nectar until you just all over his mouth and then he’ll chuckle with slick lips about how quickly he was able to unravel you.

he doesn’t need anything in return, he’ll tell you when you started the motions to return the favor. he just wanted to eat you out because of how cute you looked today, wiping the remnants of the seconds before away on the sleeve of his hoodie before leaving to give you some privacy to recollect yourself. he hides the blush on his face and speeds away, unsure of how much longer he’ll be able to pretend that he’s still seeing other people and that he feels indifferent towards you in that way when he can barely handle keeping his hands to himself.

[avoidantrecovery]

my thoughts on rejection sensitivity, fawning, criticism and how i want to get better about them

these are just some notes/me thinking aloud/me writing notes to myself and putting things into perspective/connecting some dots. maybe others can relate.

✦ abandonment/rejection based trauma leads to... ✦ needing to be accepted and liked by any- and everyone (fawning) to restore safety/ensure feeling safe which leads to... ✦ due to being stuck in trauma response/having a trauma rewired brain: strong sensitivity and fear of any kind of rejection or criticism, which leads to... ✦ responsibility for your emotions and self-perceptions are outsourced (for the lack of a better word) to (random) third persons (who are not even aware of this). which leads to... ✦ difficulty to interact and communicate with people without crushing hypervigilance, anxiety, numbing, strong emotional reactions... leads to... ✦ random third parties and their reaction to us (be it via facial expressions, tone, conversation, action or inaction, etc...) now makes or breaks our emotional state ✦ a positive reaction gives us (if we're lucky) positive emotions (dopamine, safety, elation) a negative reaction however leads to the exact opposite -> we are at the whims of random people ✦ inevitable negative feedback then leads to severe negative emotions including anxiety, shame, self-devaluing and self-abuse ✦ this becomes a cycle of wanting others to reflect that "we are good" back to us in places where it's not relevant and will lead to negative feedback and rejection, isolating and then doing it all over again.

what to do instead?

✸ realize that this is a cycle that is happening and why (trauma) ✸ be mindful and have self-compassion for your past (fawning) behaviour to avoid shame and self-hate (you were stuck in a trauma response, not doing it on purpose) ✸ realize that minute reactions of all people doesn't have to matter to you. this is something you have to practise day in day out, because your brain is stuck in this mode. ✸ it's fucked up that we often have to deal with people who are outright hostile and having a negative reaction to that is normal and healthy. however, everyone who has ever felt the overwhelming crushing sensation of rejection sensitivity knows there is a difference between that and "a healthy negative reaction". ✸ we shouldn't have to internalize and emotionally tattoo every minute thing someone else says or does to us, esp. if they are hostile ✸ it shouldn't control us for the rest of the day, week, month or even longer ✸ there is nothing we can do to control others behaviour (even by prostrating and fawning to the max), it is not even our responsibility, but we can try to better manage and process our own emotions to ensure we are not constantly dysregulated. ✸ use "the levels method" to sort to what degree someone's feedback matters to you ✸ realize that you will probably fall back into old behaviour patterns because "nerves that fire together, wire together". meaning it is through repetition that we form new habits and it's by reducing "firing" old behaviour patterns that we are able to eventually let them go.

the levels method

✸ level 1: random strangers on the street: 0.5/5 ✸ level 2: random people you see daily (neighbors, barista, etc...): 1/5 ✸ level 3: work/school people 2/5 (only professional/educational stuff matters, do not take things personal or internalize professional critic as personal critic, i know this is hard and often unfair) ✸level 4: acquaintances and friends: 3/5 ✸ level 5: family and good friends: 4/5 ✸ level 6: your own selected loved ones 5/5

☞ i just came up with this little method that i will try to use to weigh my emotions and how seriously i have to take people's reactions to me. again, it's not easy and it's something that has to be practised to get right. however, the idea is to get away from processing the random reaction of a stranger, or even of a co-worker or client, with the same intensity and seriousness of selected loved one whose feedback i obviously care about a lot.

what if i don't have loved ones?

✸ this is one thing that has been bothering me ✸ i think for some people the "outsourcing" of emotions onto other people and that whole cycle, is intensified by not having any selected loved ones due to isolation etc... ✸ it's likely that you will, perhaps without being aware of it, begin to look for emotional feedback (to feel safe due to trauma brain) from people who fall within level 1-level 3 or 4. ✸ people need social contact and if there is nobody else around we might look to have our emotional needs met by people who aren't even aware or responsible for that ✸ i am currently in this situation and all i can do for now, until i do find new selected loved ones, is to be aware when i do it and steer away from it when it happens. ✸ if you are in contact with family or friends, this can be a better outlet as random strangers or classmates/co-workers

(not medical advice, just thinking out loud)

[darkphoenix07]

Hi :3 Could you don’t Seonghwa comforting your ptsd?

like you grew up in a toxic household of yelling and fighting and you were neglected so now your really sensitive to loud things and people who get angry, and don’t trust people easily ,

thank you, this seriously means so much to me

Seonghwa Comforting your PTSD

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Paring : Seonghwa x Reader

Genre : PTSD, Mental health, Comfort

Music : Fine by Taeyeon, Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Warning : Negative self talk

6:40 p.m.

You are working on your college assignment in study room. Your desk full of papers and files, a coffee mug and your favorite cookies. You check the clock and realize Seonghwa is late for your date. He said that he would come and pick you up at 6 but it's 40 minutes past that. He has never done something like that but he didn't even call you saying he will be late.

A vicious anxiety is creeping inside your head. Did he forget about you? Doesn't he care about you anymore? In your house, you never had the love you wanted. They always expected too much from you and you always felt nothing important to them. It broke you in ways nothing did. They were your family but their shouting, screaming still echoes in your head as you close your laptop and finish you coffee.

You start to pace around the corridor and time passes by.

You think about Seonghwa how he has always been there like a friend, like a supportive person. He is everything you have never had. He does everything for you that you didn't have. Even though you feel guilty for having doubts. What makes you feel guiltier is that he never accuses you for doubting his love because he knows you have severe depression and he always does his best to make you feel safe, make you feel like yourself around him.

As the good things he did for you calm you down, you notice the time that it's already 7:30 which makes you a little upset. You can call him but you wanted to see why isn't he calling you instead.

Suddenly the door bell ring and you run towards it. As you open it, you see Seonghwa standing looking a bit drunk. Your heart skips a beat seeing him like that, all sweaty and smiley.

"Baby, good evening. How have you been?" He says as he pulls you for a hug.

A sudden relief washes over you, at the same time you're confused.

"Where have you been?" You ask him as he releases you.

"We had a little after party in Yunho's house after practice. It was fun, you know. I missed you," he pouts.

You understand that he is not that drunk but he is still looking like a baby, a lost one.

"Come inside and get fresh," you tell him.

"Yes, ma'am," he says taking off his shoes.

As he starts going inside your room, you call him, "Seonghwa, aren't you hungry?"

"Nah, I've already had dinner," he says and gets inside the room without asking you if you have had anything for dinner, if you are hungry or not.

He has forgotten about the date. No, he has forgotten about you, just like that. You have started to annoy him, you think.

He has gotten tired of your traumatic behaviors, your wanting too much. He has started to neglect your dates with him. Then what? When will he ask for you to break up?

You feel angry and disgusted at the same time. No matter how much he tried to help you, you were not getting any better and he is avoiding spending time with you now. He is having fun with friends, not you.

"Baby, are you alright? You look a little red right now," Seonghwa says washing his hair, he looks refreshed now.

You look down, "Do you not love me anymore?"

"What?"

"Am I being too much of a burden nowadays? Should I leave your apartment?" The insecurities in your head sounded to painful as you utter them out loud.

"Baby, is it my fault? Have I done something wrong?" He asks coming closer to you.

You look at him with red puffy eyes, your tears fighting to come out, "Did you do something wrong? Can you ever? Wasn't it always me? Wanting too much from you?"

"Come to the point. What have I done to cause you-"

"How do you take me? I can't even take myself. How do you do that? Aren't you tired? So much tired that you wanna let go right now?" You say and he grabs your shoulders.

He looks mad, "You are talking nonsense again. What will make you feel whole again, baby? What? What else will I have to do to make you understand that nothing is wrong with you?"

You move his hands, "Nothing, Seonghwa. I guess, I'm broken in a way no one and nothing can fix me. I'm a trash can and an empty shell. I can give you nothing but trauma and sadness."

"Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you? Why're you suddenly saying all these?" He asks running his hand through his hair.

"I can see it, Seonghwa. I can sense it that nothing I do will be good for you," You tell him.

He suddenly looks like he is about to break something as he says, "I had a very good day and thought that I would talk to you about taking you to a therapist after coming home as I met one. But here you are acting like like a crazy woman."

"I am one, I am just going to destroy you,"  you say as old days echoes in your ears.

You don't deserve the love, the support, the comfort we give you.

Such an attention seeker

You reek of failure

You are nothing but a destruction in our house

All the things make you feel hurt. Seonghwa is finally done with your drama. You can see it in his eyes. He is frustrated right now.

"Stop making yourself feel like this, you are being too much," he says a little too loudly and you step backwards.

"I'm sorry," you say as tears roll down from your eyes. You deserve this attitude, you don't deserve his kindness, his soft kisses, his warmth.

Seonghwa steps closer to you and tries to hold your hand, "Baby, snap out of it."

"I am so sorry," you say moving far from him but he doesn't give up.

He tries to hold you fast as he shouts, "Baby, please!"

But you flinch hiding behind your hands, "I'm sorry. I won't do that again," you say as you fall on the floor, your hands trembling with your lips, your feet going numb.

"Oh my God, sweetheart. I wasn't going to hit you," you hear his voice softening as he sits in front of you.

"Look at me," he says trying to look at you but you look down.

"I said, I'm sorry. I wo-"

"Baby," he pulls you in his arms by your right hand and hugs you tightly.

You can feel him trembling with you, his hot face in the crook of your neck as he shed tears with you, "I am sorry for shouting like that. I was only trying to calm you down."

He starts patting your back as you keep trembling in his arms. But his warmth washes you with so much love and his continuous apologies calm you down after some minutes.

As he cups your face and pecks you on the lips, he takes you in his arms in bridal style and lays you on the bed. He lays beside you still in his bathrobe and pulls you in his arms, "Even if you don't love me or can't love me enough. I'll love you for the both of us to fill it up. So, don't even think about it."

You look at him with guilt and astonishment. What you've done to deserve a human like him in your life?

"I am so grateful that you are my girlfriend. I don't care how many times you have breakdowns or you snap out. I will always be there to make you feel safe in my arms. You are mine and mine to protect. Do you understand?" He plays with your hair and you nod.

"You forgot about our date and I am sorry, I sho-"

"What? Oh yes... How did I? I even had a reservation. Hell no. Baby... I'm so sorry. Shit," his face looks hilarious as he panics but you keep your hand on his chest.

"It's alright. We can go tomorrow," you tell him but he sits up straight causing you to fall on the other side.

"No way, we are going today and I'm feeding you the entire menu as an apology. Even desert after that," he winks as he starts getting up but you grab his hand, "No, please. It's fine."

"We are going right now."

"I don't have energy to get ready."

"Just stay there," he says leaving your hand and takes out a dress of yours from the cupboard.

You keep staring at him in awe as he kneels on the bed, helps you sit up and start to unbutton the shirt you are wearing but you hit his hand, "Excuse me, sir. What are you doing?"

"Helping you get dressed so you don't feel tired."

"I don't feel like walking."

"I'll carry you and make you sit on the chair."

"GOD, YOU ARE CRAZY," you fall on his shoulder and he smiles against your neck.

"Surely, you make me crazy, sweetheart.

I believe there will be a day when you won't even need comfort from people because you'll be able to comfort yourself. Keep going, you have got this and remember, you are not alone.

Taglist: @yeologicc @notyuji @theaufanartist @hwanchaesong @littleninja97 @fudgeflyssworld @loosmyshit @pinki-minki @sanshinee-world @harusoraa @kitty4hwa

[writingseaslugs]

Heartlabyul: Reader Who's Scared of Storms

Hey, what’s up; my name’s Salt; I’m 24 and scared of storms! It inspired me to write this because, on the day of writing this, I had to miss work because I was too scared to drive in the rain. Let’s do this, some self-indulgent comfort writing!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul (You’re Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Reader Who’s Scared of Storms

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle initially finds out about your fear of storms when you guys are having a tea party, and the storm begins rolling in. Obviously, it’s quickly packed up, and Riddle offers to take you back to your dorm. The moment the first strike of lightning hits through, you’re visibly shaken and trying to hide away from it. Riddle is going to catch on pretty fast since he had the same fear as a child and invites you inside until the storm wears away.

His go-to way of comforting you during a storm is making you some tea or hot chocolate…or even warm milk with honey. Whichever you prefer, he’s making it. A warm drink can help soothe anxieties, after all, and he’s not the best at comforting emotionally, so warm objects are his go-to. He’s also going to be sitting down with you either in the dorm’s common room or inviting you to his room and talking with you (maybe convincing you to study) as you wait out the storm together.

He'll be reluctant if you call him during a storm and ask if he can head over. Lights out was hours ago, and the curfew at the school wasn’t an optional thing. Once he hears your desperate voice, he’ll probably begin heading over without another moment. Gathering his raincoat and grabbing something to make while he was there. He’s preparing to stay the night if that’s what you need because seven’s knows that Grim won’t be much help since he’s also a wimp.

Trey Clover

Trey finds out while you’re over in his room, going over a few things that confused you in class and eating one of his homemade tarts. The first crack of lighting will send you jumping out of your skin, and Trey will comment that it looks like the storm will be a bad one. Once he realizes that you look petrified at the thought, he’s going to know what’s up. He has several little siblings, so taking care of them during the storms is just second nature. He also won’t think any less of you because he gets that some fears don’t just disappear with age.

He’s going to be offering up distractions to keep you occupied. Maybe he’ll drag you into the kitchen so that you can make a tart with him for the next tea party. He’ll be teasing you by making fake ingredients and having you search for them, only to inform you that it’s cute how gullible you were. Eventually, you’re just going to forget the storm with how much you have to do in order to prepare food, not to mention he’ll be talking with you the entire time to calm your nerves.

Once he gets the text message asking him to come over, he’s going to still be half asleep and almost forgetting his classes. He’s grabbing a fuzzy blanket and packing enough stuff to head over for the night. Once he arrives, he’ll wrap the blanket around your shoulders and drag you to the bedroom. Curling up with you and placing his head on yours as he talks to you until you’re sound asleep in his arms.

Cater Diamond

Cater will be finding out pretty fast, especially since you made a post on Magicam with a video of the storm and some scared emoji. Most people will probably just assume it was because it was loud, and Ramshackle isn’t exactly the most sturdy of constructions. He’s going to call you up, and once he hears that you’re genuinely scared, he’s going to find it kind of cute. Still, he gets it, and he’s going to be asking if you want him to come over and hang out, so you weren’t alone with just Grim and the ghosts.

Once he’s over there, he’ll find one of the blankets you have at Ramshackle, wrap you up in it, and place you on his lap, preferably where there aren’t too many windows. He’s then going to have his head on top of yours and go on social media, finding cute videos to get you distracted and talking to you about any and all going on in the world at the school. He’ll probably give you a reassuring squeeze to your waist if a crack of thunder makes you jump in his arms.

Cater knows the goings on since he frequents social media, so he's packing once he hears a storm rolling in later that night. He’ll be over at your dorm before the storm even begins with some snacks and activities for you two. He won’t be surprised if you haven’t even heard there would be a storm yet, but there’s no need to worry since he’ll be having an amazing sleepover with you. He’s going to keep you distracted the entire night until you fall asleep, and he’s having to drag you to the bed.

Ace Trappola

In the middle of class is when the crack of thunder echoed, and the flash of lightning shone through the windows. Ace watched as you excused yourself from history to go to the bathroom. Except you didn’t come back immediately, and he offered to find you for Trein. He’ll be annoyed, thinking you ditched class without him, until he finds you sitting on the ground in the hallway with your hands over your ears. The hallways were free from windows except for the ending, so it was a safer area for you to be, and Ace would notice you’re terrified immediately.

His initial response is to just tease you about having such a childish fear. I mean, you’re in college; why are you so scared of storms? Only kids are scared. Then he’s going to notice the tears in your eyes and that small ashamed look, and he’s going to feel like the biggest piece of crap in the world. He’ll be apologizing and figuring out a way to get you out of class before he tells you he’ll grab your stuff from the classroom and tell Trein you aren’t feeling well. He’ll find an unoccupied classroom and make sure the blinds and curtains are closed before dragging you in and talking to you until the storm calms down.

Ace has to be convinced if it’s the middle of the night and he just laid down to sleep. He doesn’t want to walk in the rain, no matter what, but also, you’re scared and in bed alone, hiding under your blankets. He’ll say he won’t be coming over but will be busting down your door ten minutes later with a tired and grumpy look. You’re taking responsibility, so don’t complain when he used you as a body pillow that night.

Deuce Spade

Deuce will find out when you two are hanging out over at Ramshackle together, and a storm blows out your electricity. The small scream that escapes your throat before you can catch it will startle the poor boy. Once his eyes adjust enough, he’ll notice how scared you are. Thankfully the power comes back on just in time for him to see you about to literally cry. Perfect timing, honestly.

When he was younger, he was scared of storms, so he gets it. While he managed to overcome the fear, he knows it’s not the case for everyone. He’ll be going ahead and making a blanket fort with all the pillows and blankets that are in the dorm. It’s safer inside, and the blankets hide the lightning and muffle the thunder, so it works. He’ll be staying inside of it with you while you two get back to doing your homework or just joking around with one another.

Deuce can, oddly enough, smell a storm coming. So when he notices it’s going to be happening, he’ll be telling Riddle he needs to stay at Ramshackle for the night. Riddle, at this point, will probably know your predicament and just let it happen. He’ll be prepared for a sleepover with tons of sugary sodas and movies prepared. Be prepared to fall asleep while leaning on him while you watch the movie on the small laptop. You’ll both wake up with back pain from sleeping propped up like that, but at least the storm is gone now!

[mouwrites]

HIIIi love your writing so much so here i am making a request with promp 12. or 19.?? maybe combo or you can choose whichever youd like with the character Zane from Ninjago

when maybe with prompt 12 where Zane has some sort of panic attack so the reader is there to help him??? THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO HAVE A GREAT DAY AND DONT FORGET TO DRINK AND EAT UP😼😼😽

YAH thank you sweets!! One Zane fic, compliments to the lovely anon!! <3

Word count: 1.3k

Ninjago - 12. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” and 19. “Your hair looks so soft.” (Zane) (300 follower event)

The market was alive with noise and movement. The torrent of people was thick and powerful; if you stepped into it, you were bound to be swept away. So you and the ninjas made sure to stay on the outer edge, using alleyways as they were available instead of braving the main street.

Zane was never a fan of large crowds. They caused him a faint anxiety, especially when he was with people, as that added the responsibility of keeping track of them. You, of course, knew about this, so you were holding his hand to ensure you wouldn’t be separated. You still saw the occasional flicker of worry in his eyes, but you knew it couldn’t be helped.

“How far did Ronin say it was?” You asked, getting a little impatient. “We’ve been wandering the streets for hours.”

“That’s the thing,” Lloyd sighed. “He didn’t say how far it was. He just said to ‘look for a cart in a caravan with a blue feather painted on the door.’”

Jay rolled his eyes. “How specific of him.”

“I still think our best bet is the market. Where else would a caravan be in such a huge city?”

“Nya’s right. We’ll keep searching here,” Kai agreed as they emerged from an alley into a new portion of the market.

Before you stepped into the noisiness again, you paused, leaning in to speak softly to Zane. “Doing okay?”

He gave a sincere smile, squeezing your hand. “Yes. Thank you.”

You smiled back, hurrying to catch up with the others before they got too far.

You traversed several more streets before you found anything; the market was like an endless maze, seemingly never ending no matter how many twists and turns one made.

Your blind trek finally came to a conclusion as the sun was beginning to flush the blue from the sky with orange, and the people were beginning to head home. Many vendors had also left, but fortunately for your party the caravan appeared inhabited still.

It was a posse of quaint carts, each not much bigger than your average camping trailer. The intricate blue feather painted on the door distinguished the one you were looking for, and Jay practically bounded up the steep stairs to pound on the door.

There was no answer. Jay’s fists clenched. “If Ronin sent us on yet another wild goose chase—!”

“Are you looking for Natalia?”

Everyone turned their heads to see a young boy peering out from behind the cart. After exchanging glances and shrugs among yourselves, you turned helplessly to the boy. “Is this Natalia’s cart?”

“Yes. I will tell her she has visitors. She will be a while. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you waiting inside.” The boy disappeared as quickly as he had come.

Jay opened the door just as you had opened your mouth to ask if it was a good idea to go inside. You hadn’t missed the way that Zane’s hand was tightening around yours, and you had a pretty good guess as to why. It had been a long day full of stress, and now he was being packed into a little cart with six other people. The strong smell of incense wafting from the open door wasn’t promising, either; you could tell before even stepping inside that you’d be choked by the smell.

And choked you were. The oppressive heat in the cart (partly from the several sticks of incense burning in the small space) only worsened the smell. The numberless trinkets and furniture impossibly crammed into the little space made it twice as claustrophobic as it should have been, what with seven people now crammed inside.

It was the smells. The colors. The heat. The voices of the ninjas. The voices of the remaining people out on the street. Everything. But most of all it was the stress of being on a mission in such a place. Zane had been trying to keep serious, knowing that what they were doing was important. But it was too much. It was all just so noisy.

Zane suddenly let go of your hand. Even the feeling of your skin on his was making everything worse. He tried to close his eyes, but it didn’t help, so he opened them again, and that didn’t help, either. It seemed that whatever he did, he was making the panic worse.

You knew what was up the second he stopped gripping your hand.

“Guys,” you spoke over the others, sounding as casual as you could. “Why don’t you go and keep a lookout for this ‘Natalie’ person?” You nodded at the door.

Jay opened his mouth to protest, but Kai, who seemed to suddenly notice Zane, smacked his shoulder before he could speak. He ushered the others out quickly, sending an encouraging look your way before stepping out himself.

You turned to face Zane when you heard the door close. By now his breathing was ragged and he was shifting his weight uncomfortably, his fingernails digging roughly into his palms.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly. “Zane. Just look at me.”

His head snapped up, distressed eyes wild as they bored into yours.

“Good. Now focus on me. Look in my eyes. It’s just you and me.” You seamlessly wrapped your hands around his, wedging his fingers out of his palms to entwine with yours as they relaxed.

He nodded subtly, but his breathing was only growing faster. You repeated your last line a few times, making sure to keep your tone calm and encouraging.

Zane’s hands gradually unclenched, and after a while his breathing finally began to slow.

“You’re doing great. Deep breaths. Here, just follow my lead.” You breathed deep too, letting him synchronize his breaths with yours.

Tears started to brim his eyes, and you could see the exhaustion of the day taking its toll on him: his knees wobbled a bit, so you guided him to a chair.

“Just take it easy,” you whispered, pulling up another chair beside him.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, letting him put his head on your torso. You felt him start to shake, and though he was clearly trying to keep his breathing calm.

“Your hair looks so soft,” you murmured. “Can I touch it?”

Given a small nod by Zane, you reached up a hand to stroke his hair. This seemed to help keep him relatively calm as he trembled, working the remaining anxiety out of his system.

It was a while before he tried to straighten himself. He suddenly pulled away from your chest, looking into your eyes with a sincere smile. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice a little unsteady.

You just nodded, bringing the hand that was buried in his hair down to cup his cheek. “Of course.”

Zane placed his hand atop yours, adding pressure to quell the shakiness. He turned his head a little to kiss your palm as he leaned into your touch.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You blushed a little, making Zane’s smile spread wider.

“Do you want to go back?”

“No. I’d like to finish the mission. I feel much better.”

You eyed him warily, prompting him to grab both of your hands and hold them on your lap. “Trust me, I’m fine now.”

You didn’t like the twinge of exhaustion you saw in his eyes, but ultimately you respected his judgment. You gave a small nod.

Not two seconds later a knock came at the door of the little cart. You heard Jay’s voice on the other side. “Guys! Natalia’s coming!”

You both shot up, you scrambling to the door, Zane following a step behind. You paused as you grabbed the handle, looking back at Zane one last time.

“Let’s go out,” Zane insisted. “The smell in here really is oppressive.”

You laughed, affirming your agreement by swinging the door open and hopping into the fresh air outside.

When on flat ground, Zane held your hand once more, once again aware of the (admittedly smaller but still not insignificant) bustling market.

Kai sent you a look that asked: All good?

You gave a thumbs-up, earning a confused yet innocent smile from Zane.

“All good,” you said, kissing Zane’s hand quickly before getting down to business; Natalie was approaching, and the mission had to go on.

Thank you so much for participating in our event!! And thanks for reading, take care guys <33

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[thehalfbloodedwitch]

I see you're doing some sort of an ordering event about draco!

can i ask a imagine of draco with fem!reader slytherin who is a figure skater (like yuzuru hanyu) super talented and she is going to participate in a competition on christmas day and draco makes a surprise for her going to watch the competition

(she wins the first place obviously, bc she is better than any other figure skater 😋)

english is not my first language, sorry 😭

Hello, anon! Yes indeed, I am doing an event for Draco because he deserves some more recognition here! Here's your request!

Imagine getting a Christmas Surprise from Draco

A/n- I absolutely adored this request so here you go!

A/u- Muggle

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Y/n Y/l/n, a well-known figure skater, had a grace to her skating that very few skaters possessed, which may have resulted in her widespread popularity.

On December 25, Y/n competed in an important competition for which she had been preparing for months. Draco Malfoy, her boyfriend, was there for her with warm beverages, constantly watched her perform, and always clapped for every flawless stance she performed.

Y/n couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend; he supported her through all of her highs and lows. But now that it was her turn to shine and demonstrate her skating skills, she was anxious.

This anxiety wasn't related to stage fright; rather, it was related to her ability to perform all of the postures correctly without falling. Y/n was a talented figure skater, yet this anxiety was always present in a very little part of her mind.

And so, the time came, the speakers in the stadium spoke, "And now, we have Y/n Y/l/n with her performance!"

Cheers and thunderous acclaim from the audience could be heard filling the stadium. When Y/n emerged from the doors, she looked across the stadium and noticed that hundreds of people were cheering her name from their seats, but her attention was fixed on just one person.

Her name was handwritten in a large banner by Draco Malfoy, who was sitting there. The charming sign her boyfriend had created for her couldn't help but make her smile. She began her exquisite performance with a well-known smirk on her face since she was determined to win this tournament at all costs.

"AND THE WINNER IS...." shouted the host and Y/n's heart was as if it stopped beating for a second, "NONE OTHER THAN Y/N Y/L/N!!" the host continued and a huge round of applause echoed through the stadium and Y/n was as if on cloud 9.

After receiving her prize, she dashed over to her boyfriend, who was waiting there holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Congratulations my love!" Draco said as he scooped her in his arms and Y/n held him tighter than ever and said, "Thank you, baby!"

While driving home, Draco said, "I have a surprise for you" " What surprise?" Draco chuckled in response to Y/n's question, " It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you about it" he replied to which Y/n said, "Yeah, but you know, I won the freaking competition so I deserve to know about this surprise of yours." As he parked the car in the garage, Draco continued, "You will know about it tonight.

And Y/n walked inside the mansion that they both owned wearing a stunning crimson dress that reached her knees. Several thousands of people were inside their mansion wearing elegant attire, and it was completely decked out in Christmas decorations.

"So, how did you like my surprise?" A voice asked from behind her, "I loved it Mr. Malfoy" said Y/n as she turned around to see Draco dressed in a black tux, he looked dashing in it.

Draco exclaimed, "You look, gorgeous sweetie," as his eyes swept over Y/n's outfit "Says the guy who looks so dashing in a tux," Y/n replied.

Everyone came and congratulated Y/n for her outstanding performance at the competition and Y/n smiled and thanked each and every one of them while Draco admired her.

After the party had ended and everyone had left, Y/n was sitting on the couch, exhausted after the incredible night Draco had prepared for her, when she heard footsteps coming toward her.

"Thank you so much baby for this-" "Y/n Y/l/n" interrupted Draco and Y/n sat straight on the couch with a confused expression on her face.

"We have been dating for a good year and we have made memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life, you mean a lot to me, you have been there for me when I was at my lowest, Y/n, your mere presence is enough for me to be happy, and I want us to be together forever, so Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry this idiot who is in love with you and cannot think of living a life without you?"

Y/n's eyes filled with tears, and with a smile on her face she jumped towards Draco and hugged him tightly, "So, should I take that as a yes?" Draco asked and Y/n chuckled and said, "What do you think? Of course yes, a million times yes!"

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[deaconusdelirium]

Freak

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Back by unpopular demand? Me!

My guess is you guys are tired of me that’s why I went ➡️ for what, 3 months?

Anyways, what way to kick off Slasher season with *Ahem*? I’m a little rusty I guess, so please push it aside while I get it all together again

Warning: Danny being a horny fucking pervert, he’s literally his own warning. Sexual tension… uh like three shitty movie references, a drop of lemon 🍋 and.. severe disappointment

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God, why did you agree to come to this stupid party? It wasn’t like you knew anyone, your friend who held the get together promised to stay by you, only to leave when a group of high priced society looking bunch called her over. Then you were all by yourself, standing in the same spot your friend had left you, silently hoping she’d come collect you again. But by the looks of it, she wasn’t anytime soon.

Did you look stupid standing there with your arms crossed over your body with the obvious anxiety packed body language you were letting the whole room read? Everyone knew each other, they were laughing and conversing. That protruding thought from the back of your mind threatening to come true made you chew your nail out of instinct.

Maybe it would be best…

Then like that, your friend was gone. Which was fine, it wasn’t like you were going to go out of your way to push through the crowd of people only to be brushed off again. Just before you lifted your foot, it felt even more embarrassing to leave, the whole room probably anticipated your departure and a ‘there they finally go’ as you walked off. Lucky most people cleared a path for you, making it even more unsettling like all eyes were on you.

Walking out the door and into the warm fall night, it was like your senses cleared and you could breath again. All that you had to do now was fight traffic back home.

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Walking up into the front door, the key jingling in the process of letting you in. Quickly turning around, it felt like you needed to expect something tonight. But you’ve felt like that for the past few months. The air that left your lips turned into a cloud, the night getting progressively colder making you walk in and close the door as fast as you could.

What was there to do now? The rest of your night was suppose to be spent at a party instead of bored at home.

Taking the warm jacket you had on, off, it was like your brain had a mind of its own. And soon enough you sat on the couch, tea in hand as the TV silently played in the background. A blanket spread across your lap as you chewed on the strings of your hoodie. There was nothing good on, the tea had gone warm almost cool. The streets busy at rush hour and with the house almost warm, maybe it would be good to spend the rest of the remainder of the night in bed scrolling through whatever just to judge the things people were into. ‘Really? You think going to Universal studios just to see the new Nope setup is a trend right now?’ Yeah that’s not called a hobby nor trend

Setting the mug on the coffee table, it was like a slap across the face when you suddenly didn’t want to get up. So you threw yourself back into the cushions with a huff, “you wanna put that pretty mouth of yours to work or what?” You jumped and glared at the gaping white mask that was staring you down for who knows how long. “How long have you been there?” You made it pretty clear to him that you weren’t going to put up with his shit tonight as he only laughed in response. “Long enough, still trying to get these images out of my head about you”

“Well then I guess it’s time for you to leave, because I’m going to bed” that came out a lot sarcastic then you meant for it to be, “then I guess I’m in for a real treat tonight” you groaned and looked away from him, the couch dipped signaling he sat down and without thinking any further, he was most definitely close as he could be. However when you looked back, he only continued to stare at you, no words exchanged only the looks you both had.

Your eyes took notice of his breathing under the cape, his chest rising up and down ever so slowly, deep.. agonizingly… slow hypotonic rhythm that had you looking at his chest a bit longer than you liked to admit. Seconds went by and his mask tilted to the side like a dog as he leaned in. Two gloved fingered ran across the blanket on your lap until he started caressing it, like he was feeling the material through the leather gloves. The closer he got the more you could feel the warmth and hear the huffs of air that echoed in the mask.

You stood your ground, clearly telling him you weren’t going to budge tonight. Then his hand went up your thigh and

-Bam

Again, you jumped as he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulder, pulling you closer as he let out a small chuckle. “You’re real jumpy tonight” he whispered, you didn’t say anything as you let your heart calm down from the sudden adrenaline that coursed through your veins. The blanket wrapped around his fist as he yanked it closer to his chest, your body stiff as the mouth of his mask met your neck, a shudder ran down your spine at the cold plastic soon melting warm like butter. He inhaled before his head traveled down to your clavicle, then right over your heart. Oh how he loved hearing your heart beat like you just ran a marathon or even better, watched a scary movie. His eyes fluttered shut under the mask as the pace slowed and soon it was like a drum, beating in short bursts over and over

-Thump thump- -thump thump- -thump thump-

It was like his own version of serotonin, and like that you pushed him away, standing up leaving him to glare at you. He watched from the couch as you began towards the stairs, he got an idea just before your foot started the steps, he jumped up and ran after you as your heart once again started as you ran up the steps thinking he finally went out of his mind and ends up killing you. The heavy thud of boots against the carpeted wood reminded him of your heart. He laughed, following you to your room. Then he shoved the door open as he grabbed your upper arms. Seeing you try to catch your breath as he leaned in to meet your lips as if he just delivered a kiss.

“What the fuck Danny?!” You stepped away from him as he shrugged, smiling like he had finally aced a test.

It was like your heart wanted to jump out your chest and air was scarce, “don’t- don’t you ever fucking do that again you-” you cut yourself off as you were about to punch his arm with all your might, only to weakly deliver a shove that barely even made him move. “Fuck your hot” he stepped closer only to be pushed into the little chair you had for your ‘office’

He spun around, never minding you walk into the bathroom attached, maybe he could get lucky tonight. He quickly pulled his shirt up but below his pecs, making sure the mask stayed on as he loosened his belt, making sure to keep his pants buttoned. One arm thrown over his head as his hand grabbed the headdress, and the other laid still on the arm rest. Then you came back, let out a yelp and covering your eyes with your hand, “my goodness” you complained as he watched you. “You running a private show?” He motioned between the computer being almost directly across your bed, making you bloom with embarrassment as you denied his question

“No, no no no-” “cause I’m willing to be the extra prop” he offered, making you sit at the edge of the bed in front of him, hands covering your face as you peeped through your fingers, “or if not, we could always” he cut himself off as he lifted his hips up and down and let a small moan out. Making you shut your eyes with a slight ring in your ears, there was no denying that sight would leave you tonight. Cause it certainly did make you smile and made your legs squeeze together in what? Excitement? Embarrassment?

He rolled closer and pulled your hands away from your face, seeing you look away. “Go on, do what you want with me. I’m fine with it sweetheart, I’m sure you got ideas of your own in here” his hand ran through your hair as he mentioned your head. You shook your head no as he was the one to huff in annoyance this time. What could he do to try and get you to do something, then he remembered. The way you stared at him while he was trying to regain his breath downstairs. You watched as he pulled the black shirt over his head and thrown into the laundry basket he long ago called ‘our laundry basket’

Eyes widening, you stood up and finally spoke “ok, I think it’s time for you to leave” Jesus Christ what would it take for you to give in? Truth be told, he was currently on the run after he slipped up just a little. But for the most part he just wanted some.

He grabbed your wrist and pushed you against your work desk, pulling you by your thighs until you sat at the edge, making his stomach tighten slightly as well. God he so wanted to record this and send this to whoever your boss was. Instead, “interview me” he shook his head up as he sat back in the chair. “What?” You were so clueless, “interview me, see if I got what it takes to get with you” he explained as you laughed, rolling your eyes. But nonetheless giving in, now it was his turn to watch you. Your fingers grab the stack of papers, pulling piece by piece towards your chest with nimble fingers. He so wanted to be in that position, you in his lap, your fingers running through his hair as you pulled him to your chest. Both your bodies almost becoming one as he released his tension

“Are you socially active?” Your voice made him look at you, not hearing you right “sexually active? That gave him a slap to the chest. “No you idiot, I said socially. Like- are you socially active… uh. Are you good with talking to people you’ve never met? Being comfortable in a room with many people you have to work with?” Well that was a poor explanation “ohh, uh yeah I guess” his response made you raise a brow “you guess? It’s a yes or no question. I can’t write ‘I guess’ cause it sounds like I forced you to say so,” you shook your head and marked yes

“Do you plan on being on time, to work, meetings, and conferences? Even if it means working overtime?” “Mhm” you looked at him because of his answer, so you just marked yes. A couple more questions went by without him saying anything perverted. “This is so boring, what the hell” he whined as it was only the fifth question. “You said to interview you” “I know what I said, just… let’s role play something else” he scooted closer as his hands squeezed your thigh. Kneeding them softly under his palm, “that was role play?” You laughed at him, “it didn’t go exactly as I planned, sure, but you looked too cute focusing on the questions. I wonder if that’s how you always look working”

You hummed, still smiling trying not to laugh. It really made you wonder how he thought that would play out good. The furthest it would go would probably be you telling him off, until he threatens you… bending you over your desk making you hope your boss doesn’t walk in- fuck.

He grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers with his as he leaned up towards you. “Come on, lemme be your husband” that was so out of context as you nervously laughed, now how do you get out of this situation?

“I’m serious” “no your not” you added, he stayed silent.

His hand guided your over his wrist, up his forearm to his bicep. Feeling his veins under your fingertips as his other hand went behind your back. Pulling you to sit on his lap, his warmth making you lean into him slightly as he continued to guide your hand down pass his neck, leaving an invisible trail down his abs, making you feel them as he sunk further into the chair. You were almost higher than him, and soon enough your hands were on their own. They didn’t wander like he wanted them to, but you kept them right above his stomach, his hands on your hips as he got ready, already enjoying this position. Much to his dismay, you pulled your hands back, “sorry I- I didn’t mean to” you apologized as his brows furrowed, for what?

He shook his head no as he moved you both to the bed, pushing you down softly as he stood up, looking down at you. His hand coming to your face as he whispered not to apologize over and over. Then it hit him, did you not want him because he came off too strong? Or maybe it was because you thought he only wanted what he desired? Sure he was a fucking psychopath but he wasn’t going to mess with your feelings, he’s nothing if not sorry. “I need you” he whispered, feeling his hot breath through the mouth of the mask as you nodded, giving in. To hell if he wanted only your body, it’s been so long since you’ve had this and you needed it

“I swear I need you” his hands pulled yours above your head as his body was flush against yours. Feeling the small piece of your own stomach against his as your shirt began to rise up. He pulled his hand from your side and moved the mask up to his mouth, wanting to taste you. You shut your eyes not wanting to invade his privacy any further as his tongue viscously claimed your mouth his own, soon enough you couldn’t tell apart your own drool from his. His hips beginning to try and find comfort, release anything from the stupid pants you both wore.

Your chest heaved as he licked a line from the corner of your mouth like he was carving a smile to your earlobe, giving it a teasing nip before taking it between his lips. A breathy “fuck I need you” as he began to undo his pants, a phone call from your friend was all it took to end it

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Might be some typos but forgive me. Request? Send it. Complaints? Put a bag over your head

[feralsimp2005]

BEE-LZEBUB RANT + THEORIES + HEADCANNONS

Rant

I hate how people hate her the same way they do for Stolas— going off what they misunderstand by seeing and believing. Like how her design is not accurate to how the original is described, which a lot of media does this with many mythical creatures and deities. Which Vivziepop has addressed the issue and even explaining why she had to improvise since most of how they're described is time consuming to draw

Headcannons :)

• Bee would check in with every single guest she invites to make sure they're having a fun time

• Possibly has a whole other section/room where Introverts and/or people with sensory issues can have their fun in a little party so it's not overwhelming and scary

• Possibly does gossip to other demons/sinners about the people they hate just so they can have fun even if she does or doesn't agree with it but doesn't talk bad about others naturally by her own

Theories(NOT CANNON JUST MY THOUGHTS)

So ever since I saw Loona seemingly being aggressive / showing discomfort in the party and Bee was trying to help her out I tried to figure out why she could be like that besides her trauma causing her to have trust issues around others naturally. I started to notice that other hounds were different breeds of dogs such as poodles, cocker spaniels, pugs etc. My theory is that Loona is a wolfdog which naturally they are aggressive to others even if they are just friendly, wolfdogs have been mostly known for being more aggressive than regular wolves, which can explain why Vortex is more bubbly personality with Loona since he's a wolf and he understands how to follow orders from higher-ups like a normal wolf pact does. But there's a big possibly Loona has severe trust issues and severe social anxiety which I relate to, since people are scary and never can trust them so it's just that and not by the breed of dog.

I also found how Bee seems to show similar behaviors to people I see who have Autism and ADHD, relating to her on things such as taking things the wrong way just by the attitude if someone but immediately regretting it once I start to realize they didn't mean it and I snap at them for no reason. Which she has done with Loona by accident which I'm glad she realized she didn't mean it. I also can see how she's aware of others without people realizing it similar to how ADHD people feel which neurotypical people don't realize themselves til the ADHD person points it out to them so where sometimes it can be where they're hyper and full of energy but they can have opposite behavior to that, which Bee knew Blitzø was having troubles without Blitzø expressing it or noticing it quicker than Loona could— but loona is living and working with him so she has a point in that argument with Bee before she said something in a certain tone which set off Bee by accident. I do have Autism Spectrum Disorder so again this could be one of my autistic traits and this not being real and something my mind tries to relate in order for me to escape reality into my fictional world where I even go down before I can start overthinking and overstimulating myself

Edit-accidentally put suffers from which sounded bad but didn't mean it that way I apologize

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I don’t really read smut anymore if I can help it unless it’s part of a story, not the point of a story, especially when it’s about Hayden Christensen the person, not one of his characters.

You see, I think he does look at stuff about him. Especially when he was researching everything he could find about Star Wars. He stated how he found interviews and fan art. I find it very hard to believe he didn’t read a fic or two about his character. There’s some amazing content, and as cringey as this site can be, I think it’s the perfect type of social media for him.

Tumblr is a place that you can geek out over your interests and say things, you cannot responsibly express in the adult world. It’s a place you can be proud that hundreds or even thousands of people, love your epic 100k plus word FanFiction you spend most of your free time on, without having to admit you prefer writing, over going to some smelly club.

I also really appreciate how little anybody’s opinion on here, actually matters in the big picture. You and some of your mutuals are guilty of this, but I just attribute it to your age. Nothing can effect you on here, so do what you please and no one is the wiser.

Except, when I think of Hayden Christensen on here looking at stuff, I can’t help but wonder how a self proclaimed shy introvert, might feel reading about things with his actual name. He might get sick to his stomach reading about himself fictionally making a controversially young fan, bleed from his rough sexual treatment. Even if she’s into it. I think because of how introverted and private he is, and the fact everyone in Hollywood thinks he’s a bit odd, add to that the things Rachel says about her past sex life, without naming him, but giving her age so everyone knows who it must have been, have effected him negatively.

When he was younger, several costars pre-Rachel stated how serious and confident he was. Even Rachel said how she admired how sure of himself he was. He was photographed at many social events, celebrating birthdays, going to the playboy mansion, hosting parties in Vegas nightclubs, racing his cars, going to F1, and Cannes, and even the MET Gala. He dated Reena Hammer, who was practically the British Paris Hilton of socialites. He’s also a world renowned model. His interviews when he was earlier in his career, he was playful and almost arrogant in some, very flirty.

At first I thought his aversion to people came from the Star Wars toxic fandom hate he received for the prequels but if you look at when some interviews and interactions with people occurred, they were at or after, peak hate era.

There’s one in Cannes where he shooshes the media and gives them a dirty look while up on the podium. Another time he’s at an award show getting heckled and fired right back at them. There’s that interview where he says he wanted to be in Star Wars ever since he was a baby, that oozes confidence.

Then he got traumatized by a combo of fellow celebs, fans being hateful or saying nothing matters but his looks, and the loss of his anonymity. He has stated how cringe it was to see his face on everything from chips, to cereal, to chicken noodle soup, magazines about him, more often than not, without his permission.

I don’t want to villianize Rachel Bilson, because I think she is just an empty headed, cute little nepo brat, that should be taken about as seriously as the movie Virgin Territory. She was in a wreck, in her teens and got a head injury so she has a hard time with long term memory. How it would be dating someone that forgets everything with time, cannot be great for your self esteem. Add to that her talking about how paranoid and depressed he gets, and publicly stated he has severe anxiety can’t help his anxiety. Then to mail that coffin shut, she spreads rumors he cheated with someone as embarrassing as Emma Roberts, said he never could make her cum, said her break up with Bill Hader was more difficult than child birth, has been linked to a bunch of men that she says she now has no issues orgasming with partners, and she constantly brings him up on her podcast that I think 75% of her listeners, listen in hopes she’ll say something about Hayden.

Living with social anxiety, brought on by trauma and over exposure, seems like it’d be something close to torture, never knowing what she will reveal about you next. Also how she talks about Briar all the time, even going so far as taking calls from her school, on the air has to make him feel very helpless.

I do appreciate one of your recent answers about how he doesn’t even know what sexy stuff he might be into, and while I hope he does find someone that makes him feel safe and secure, I think it’s better to stick to his characters. It’s not difficult to just make him AJ, or James, or even Jacob, if you’re sick of using anakin.

We should also be conscious that Briar is reaching the age where she is going to be looking up her parents. It’s just a fact. And as a fan of Hayden, you can’t just not give a shit about Briar. The man seems to love her more than anything, and we love him. Robin Williams suffered from similar mental health issues as Hayden does, and no one knows what pushed him over the edge, but I sure as shit don’t want to contribute to him having a breakdown.

And yes, I wrote a very sexual series about a celeb using their name before I realized how hurtful that had the potential to be. I went back and saved them all before deleting them all on here, and then I edited them all to be one of that celebs characters, and it actually did even better. Maybe one day I’ll share that with you.

I hope you don’t take this as an insult or me judging you at all. I think you are a very skilled writer with an amazing imagination. I enjoy dark fanfiction, and you have the ability to build worlds, and describe emotion that is quite rare. I used to write a lot more, and I always knew that smut equals instant gratification. Smut gets most of the attention, and some of them I wrote have thousands of notes, while the one I worked the hardest on, and am most proud of, has like 30. It’s heart wrenching and makes people cry though, and most don’t like to be emotionally wrecked by a fic.

You don’t have to post this if you don’t want to, but of course it’s yours now. I need to be anonymous with this because my main blog is very wholesome and pure, while my fanfiction writing is on a sub account I guess you’d call it off my main, and so is my Hayden fan account. We have interacted somewhat through posts you’ve liked and commented on.

well it’s a good thing that i don’t tag any of this with just his name and instead tag it with “hayden christensen smut” and “hayden christensen x reader” so that people don’t just come across it who are looking him up. you can filter those tags and my user too or if you’d like to give me your user privately i can block you. i don’t rly know what you were trying to do here because i never opened this discussion up and never planned to

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In Defense of Justin Bieber

Among the many musical artists that are celebrated as icons in the eyes of the public, you'd be hard pressed to find one as divisive as Justin Bieber. Despite his immense popularity and devoted fanbase, critics and Internet users worldwide have been throwing harsh critiques and cringy memes at his expense since he rose to stardom. I've seen first hand how the fame and negativity surrounding Justin has afrected him, both physically and mentally. For this post that is about a decade late to the party, I'll be discussing why Justin Bieber is not just a talent musician, but is also a really good person deep down.

In the mid to late 2000s, Justin was a talented kid from Ontario covering songs from the likes of Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Usher, Alicia Keys, and Edwin McCain among others on his YouTube channel. He was discovered by his manager, Scooter Braun, and released hit after hit before he was even 15. In addition to having wonderful singing chops, Justin was very skilled on guitar, drums, and piano. Justin's musical prowess made him a local celebrity in his hometown of Stratford, but after releasing his debut single One Time, he was an international celebrity. It was with his debut album, My World 2.0, that he became a global phenomenon as it sold 283,000 copies in it's first week. The lead single, Baby, featuring rapper Ludacris, also became a smash hit with the accompanying music video raking in millions of views. All this is to say, Justin made it huge in the music industry, but unfortunately not everyone was happy about it.

With the millions of fans Justin Bieber had, he also had just as many detractors. It'd be one thing if some people weren't a fan of his songs or thought his singing was adequate at best or even if they just brushed him off as a trend that would be forgotten about in a week and thought nothing of it. But oh how wrong I was for thinking we lived in a sensible society. The music video for Baby became the most disliked video on Youtube at the time and many comments were crude, nasty, unfunny, and hurtful. And that was tame compared to all the other stuff Justin had to go through for the next few years. He's had things thrown at him while performing, grown adults were making hit pieces and slams against him, and paparazzi were hounding him on his personal life. This was all done maliciously for the sole purpose of gaining clicks and 15 seconds of fame. None of these people ever took into consideration that Justin Bieber was still a child and all this negativity being thrown his way is gonna give him anxiety and depression.

And what do you know?! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT FREAKING HAPPENED!!! Yes, I'm well aware Justin did some stupid and irresponsible things during the 2010s, such as reckless driving, vandalism, DUI, and resisting arrest. All that said, though, the root problem with all of Justin Bieber's controversies was that he was L-O-N-E-L-Y! Imagine being one of the most recognized people in the world and not having any real friends to comfort you. Outside of immediate family, Justin had nobody, no one to vent his frustrations to. And he didn't try to hide the fact that he wasn't happy either. This was most evident in the song Where Are U Now, where the lyrics ask where the person he cared about is now that he's going through it. While the song had several other writers besides him, I think this was Justin's way of asking for help during the worst time in his life.

The bulk of the blame for Justin Bieber's depression and anxiety should go squarely to his manager. Scooter Braun may have been instrumental with putting Justin on the map, but the way he handled Justin's career and his mental health was just despicable. Justin should've taking a hiatus after the My World Tour to recharge his batteries. Justin also should've been in therapy, spend as much time with his family as he wants, and have paparazzi be forbidden to take photos of Justin without going through security first. That would imply that Scooter was a good manager and not this generation's Col. Tom Parker. Yeah, that's how bad he is; Justin should've fired him years ago.

Naysayers that think he's nothing but a teen heartthrob that swims in his riches like Scrouge McDuck clearly ignore his philanthropy and Christian upbringing. In 2011 he donated proceeds from his concerts to the Japanese Red Cross following the disastrous earthquake and tsunami of Tohoku. He's also a big supporter of Pencils 4 Promise, a charity that builds schools in developing countries. He was also one of 85 artists that participated in the We Are The World 25 For Haiti song that gave support to Haiti during their disastrous earthquake in 2010. He's also a big advocate for mental health (for obvious reasons), with his recent donation of $100k to Julie Coker, a fan that works in mental health awareness, as proof positive. Justin is a believer in God, though unlike religious nut jobs like Kirk Cameron, he doesn't shove his beliefs down people's throats. Rather he showcases his beliefs by example. He attends Churchrome, was baptized in Jesus' name in 2014, and led worship at SoFi Stadium with fellow Christian artists Kari Jobe and Cody Carns. As a fellow Christian who also struggles with anxiety and depression day by day, Justin has my respect for still being faithful even after everything that's happened to him.

Justin Bieber isn't some privileged brat who let fame get to his head and destroy his mental health. He's an earnest young man from Ontario who had a passion for music, got his big break, and rode an emotional rollercoaster he was essentially forced on and is now suffering the long term consequences. Underneath the big name celebrity exterior is a good man who loves music, is a strong advocate for mental health, uses his platform to inspire others. Best of all he's married to a beautiful woman and is on his way to being a father. He definitely deserves to live a long and prosperous life, especially to see his child grow up and one day say, "My Dad is the greatest."