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theoddest1 · 3 months

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Let's Actually Talk About The Issues With Vivziepop

Okay, first off, hello you beautiful people! Sorry about this foreboding title, but I needed to catch y'all attention on this so I can break down the issues that I and many have with "Hazbin Hotel" and "Helluva Boss" creator, Vivienne Medrano. Now I am sure you all on here are already aware of at least a couple of the controversies that revolve around this particular creator and if you have seen my posts floating around already, some have been greeted with the problems surrounding her social media presence and just her overall as a person. I know seeing another callout on her seems very very tiring at this point, but I felt that a lot of the current callouts missed key details that were not at all addressed or properly delved on. I plan on shedding light on my issues with her and I hope you get where I am coming from when I say that she sucks.

BULLYING

Okay, I am starting off with Vivienne's blatant use of bully mentality, her agreeing or encouraging her fans to call people who see flaws in her works sub-humans or harass those who find issue or simply jest about her works trademark cussing and and overcrowded designs. She has had this issue for YEARS and refuses to grow up and act her age despite many telling her, even her own fans at times, that she shouldn't be acting so unprofessionally. Clearly, she doesn't care and thanks to her fanbase caring more about her feelings than her being better she feels as though she doesn't need to change or do better. This goes for her friend group as well, who defend her tremendously and act as though she is never in the wrong. Name one time a friend of hers called her out for acting childish, I'll wait.

Now, you're probably wondering, "Wtf could they have done to warrant such a response?"

Criticism...That's all they did. (White Text is random peeps they would speak with or maybe mutuals)

Keep in mind...they used to be a fan as well. They were also a minor at this point

But, Viv doesn't care, this person's critical yet harmless tweets about her shows is what lead to her painting them in a horrible light and making them out to be someone who has attacked her personally and as "nasty".

Rich coming from Viv since she is completely fine doing exactly that for "Ava's Demon". Not only does she criticize it, she takes a shot at the creator as well, but GOD FORBID others do the same towards her.

And according to someone who knew her well, it's all cause they felt creeped out by her.

Her hatred for criticism is so prominent that Ima makes that a section of its own. But let's get back on the topic of bullying.

Vivienne has a fanbase filled to the brim with pushy and overall annoying individuals who have harassed, threatened, disrespected, and wished harm on many people, all cause someone had a negative thing to say about Vivziepop's mid af show. One of the earlier known instances is the one revolving around a MEME of all things.

This was what started it all, and it led to both parties blocking each other and people being mad pushy and calling them an idiot and the like over their opinions. Now look, their take and you're opinion on said take is fine so long as you stay respectful and humane about it all, but don't dogpike someone all cause they think HH sucks. And while Viv can not control her fanbase, for they are not a hivemind (some of y'all act it tho, ima keep it real) she is seen here ENCOURAGING the behavior. Tell me how someone who doesn't even like your trash ass show has the sense to tell people not to harass others, someone with a smaller following, but not your grown damn near 30 year old ass?

Oh, but people wanna act like she can handle criticism, is a sweet person, and grew from her past experiences. Fam, she was 27 in this screenshot [December 16, 2019] and has shown no change from 2013 to fucking 2024. Over a decade of the same petty ass behavior, and keep in mind, according to several of her old friends and workers, she is worse behind close doors. WORSE. She's already acting like she got no damn sense out in the open, imagine behind closed doors.

Last but not least, a glimpse into her outright blatant slander towards Dollcreep, a once good friend of hers that she even visited and spoke with frequently!

She stated that they fetishized pedophilia yet according to the victim and friends of the victim who were once friends with Viv as well, Viv actually threatened to end their friendship if he hadn't drawn NSFW art of her character and his character having sex [Addi was 15 at the time this was drawn]

On top of that, she liked the post, something she didn't need to do. The art also depicted things she had regularly drawn on her own. Addi being tied up forcefully, being sexualized, being harmed to some degree through bondage, etc. The claim that she forced DC to draw this out is backed up by her own art depicting similar elements. Also, if my memory serves me well, Viv and Doll were 17-18 years old [Doll was 17 Viv 18] and have a 1-year age gap. The way Viv frames things here is as if DC was way older and imposed some sort of power over DC, which sources say otherwise. If anything, Viv had a LOT of control throughout all of this drama, which deserves its own section.

I'll be making posts that talk about the different issues regarding Viv, so one post isn't too long (this one is already lengthy enough) and that you can just pick at one post targeting certain issues around this creator.

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivienne medrano #vivziepop critique #anti spindlehorse #anti vivziepop #viv get a grip #vivziepop #hazbin #hazbin hotel #call out post #analysis #creator analysis #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin critical #hazbin critique

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lustkillers · 8 months

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GOOD GIRLS ARE BAD GIRLS THAT HAVEN’T BEEN CAUGHT!

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - she's a saint, or is she...?

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit, public sex, dom!gabriel, sub!reader, unprotected sex, library sex, creampie, reader is reading some random porn book, mentions of reader being an english major/wants to become an english teacher, slight mentions of reader getting made fun of. ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - gabriel x fem!reader

⊹₊ ⋆ note - based off of good girls by 5 seconds of summer. requests are open!!

PEOPLE thought you were a bookworm nerd. And everytime someone would encounter you, you had your nose in a book.

At first, this behavior was frustrating to others. People around you would comment on how bookish you were and it made them uncomfortable. They thought that your lack of social interaction meant you had little interest in being a part of a friend group, or even getting to know them better as individuals.

You didn't care though. You had aspirations, plans, dreams that you wanted to pursue. You knew that the knowledge in those books would help prepare you for your future, and so you studied and read voraciously.

Everyone knew you as an A student, an avid reader and writer, and overall a goody-two shoes.

Your parents knew that you had your life on track, no record of having any relationships. They were proud that their child turned out to be an innocent girl.

Or that's what they thought.

Being an english teacher was a thought you had at a young age, and it had only grown more concrete as you matured. During lectures, you found yourself daydreaming about being in front of a classroom leading discussions and introducing students to new ideas.

And that's what made Gabriel like you.

Gabriel worked at the library you went to, and was a doctoral student. He noticed you spending hours at a time in the library, and was fascinated by how deeply you absorbed yourself into books. He would find an excuse to stop by and talk with you, always asking about the book you were reading.

Everytime you two would talk, there was a spark of interest between you both that was hard to ignore. You found yourself looking forward to your conversations, and he seemed happy just to be in your presence.

As time passed, Gabriel had started asking for more of your time outside the library - suggesting coffee dates and movie nights. You were hesitant at first, but something inside told you there was a connection worth exploring.

Today, you were sitting at a round table hidden at the back of the library, wearing a sundress that was appropriate for the weather. The spot that you sat in the library was rarely touched, tucked away and forgotten. It was the perfect spot to read without any distractions.

Only this time, you were criss-crossed on the chair, your pussy sitting on the heel of your foot as you read… a "book." It was mindless, but a habit. You had no idea he was watching you until he suddenly made himself known with a light chuckle.

He grinned widely as he stood behind the seat across from you. He could see what you were doing, the tent in his pants growing.

"I thought you were here to read," Gabriel said, amusement lacing his words.

You blushed as your face grew hot in embarrassment. You weren't sure how to respond so you stayed quiet and looked away from him, trying your best not to meet his gaze.

"I am. I was just getting comfortable," you said softly.

He raised an eyebrow, “So… Getting comfy as you basically read a porn book. Gotcha.”

Gabriel chuckled, taking a seat across from you. He crossed his leg and adjusted his glasses, leaning forward to meet your gaze. “I'm not judging you - I think it's kind of cute that you have a thing for reading erotica," he said with a smirk on his face.

A scoff escaped your lips, "I don't have a thing for erotica, Gabe."

"Oh, I think you do," Gabriel said as he leaned in closer. His eyes were intense and his voice was low. "I think if we had more time, I would teach you all kinds of things about erotica that will make this book look tame."

He was getting bold with you, something that you’d never expect. You felt a thrill run through your body and you couldn't help but smile. You were glad Gabriel was still here, even if it wasn't for the reason he thought. "Oh yeah?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge.

"Oh yeah." Gabriel said confidently as he disappeared under the table, out of sight. You heard a soft chuckle before you felt gentle pressure on your inner thigh, taking your breath away. Gabriel's hands traveled up and down your legs, sending sparks of pleasure everywhere he touched. You couldn't help but moan in response.

You frantically looked around, scared that someone would find you, especially Gabriel under the table. You felt his lips brush against your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. You knew that if you kept going like this, you wouldn't be able to stop. But at the same time, you didn't want to stop either.

His breath fanned over your now exposed pussy, and you found yourself rocking your hips towards him in anticipation. He slowly licked and teased your most sensitive areas, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body. Every muscle tensed up as his tongue worked its magic. You gripped the edge of the table tightly, trying to hold on to the intense sensations that Gabriel was giving you until it passed, but it was almost too much to handle.

Quiet whimpers left your mouth, finding it hard to stay quiet in a library out of all places. You had no idea what kind of trouble you would get into if someone caught you. But in that moment, all that mattered was the pleasure he was giving you and your own pleasure.

Your hands found its way to his hair, lightly tugging on his dark strands. He moaned in response, sending a thrill down your spine. His hands brought you closer to the edge as his tongue continued to work wonders on your clit.

The feeling of euphoria was at its peak, but was soon shattered as a figure stood into your spot of the library. It was one of Gabriel’s co-workers, who looked oblivious to what was happening.

It was a great opportunity for you to use your leg to bring in another chair, blocking their view of him. You were both thankful for the temporary cover, and Gabriel pulled his lips away from your pussy, leaving you to whine a little.

“Hey! Have you seen Gabe by any chance?” His co-worker asked, oblivious to the noise they made.

You breathed a sigh of relief and put your hand over Gabriel's mouth as he started to snicker. After a few moments, you dropped your hand and managed to whisper back saying, “No, I haven’t seen him around in the past few minutes. He must have gone outside for some fresh air or some-THING!" You yelped, Gabriel’s tongue pressing up against your folds.

The figure gave you a confused look before shrugging and walking off, leaving the two of you alone again. You looked back to Gabriel with an amused smirk, “Really? You couldn’t control yourself for a few more minutes?”

He got up from under the table, a mischievous smirk stretching across his face. “What can I say? I couldn’t resist.” He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. “Now, let’s finish what we started.”

His arms carried you to sit on the round table, and you felt his hand sliding up your thigh, exploring your body. You could feel the warmth of his hands on your skin as he touched and teased every inch of you. His lips found their way back to yours, claiming them in a passionate kiss that only left you wanting more.

His fingers trailed lower and lower, until they reached your core. You gasped as he expertly found his way through your folds, exploring every inch of you. His tongue pressed up against you in ways that sent shivers down your spine. Every movement felt more and more pleasurable to you and before long, it became too hard to resist any longer.

You let out a desperate moan as your body lost itself in the pleasure. Your climax hit you like a wave of electricity, and with one last gasp, it finally faded away.

Gabriel wasn’t done though, his hand fumbling with your shirt, leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air now. He took each of them in turn, kissing and licking them until you felt yourself being pulled under again.

You found yourself biting your lip to suppress the lewd noises about to leave your mouth, and your hands found its way to his pants. You let out a satisfied groan when you felt his erect cock in your hands, guiding it inside you.

As he entered your wet pussy, you both let out a moan of pleasure. With that entrance alone, you would've came right on the spot.

But Gabriel kept going, his thrusts becoming more and more desperate.

You could feel yourself close to orgasm, your body shaking in anticipation. Gabriel picked up the pace as he felt you tensing up, and with a few more thrusts you were both at the edge.

“M’gonna cum! P-Please let me cum!” Your cries were desperate, and it didn’t take long for Gabriel to grant your wish.

"Come on baby, let go," he breathed heavily into your ear. You obliged his request and it did exactly what he wanted. Your body shook and tightened as the pleasure coursed through your veins, and soon you were moaning out loud.

Your loud moan was cut off by his hand, muffling the pleasurable noises bubbling out your mouth.

Gabriel's thrusts were frantic and erratic, his cock twitching inside you as both of your bodies were shaking. You could feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm, his breathing becoming more labored with each passing second, and you knew that he was almost there.

"Shit... Shit... Fuck!" Gabriel groaned as he came inside of you, the feeling making you more full. He pulled out, and you could feel his cum spilling out of you and it only added to the pleasure that was radiating through your body.

Now, you both were recovering from your post-orgasmic state, fixing your clothes as if nothing happened.

Though both of you were silent, there was an undeniable feeling of satisfaction in the air, one that only came from shared pleasure and love. You looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, knowing that what just happened was so much more than physical. It was a connection, honest and pure, that could only be experienced through the love between two people.

“I would do it again, y’know?” Gabriel said, a smirk gracing his face.

"Absolutely not," You said, rolling your eyes.

But you both knew that it was a lie. There was no way either of you would turn down this moment again.

You got down from the table, your knees wobbling as you tried to keep yourself steady. Lastly, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, smiling.

"See ya, Gabe." You said, winking at him before walking away.

Gabriel smiled as he watched you walk away,

his cum oozing down your leg.

#rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #columbus 2017 #gabriel columbus #rory culkin smut #smut #charlie walker #gabriel smut

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joelswritingmistress · 5 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 2

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Eventually Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

In jest, I quietly blamed Dr. Miller for wanting to fall asleep in the second class I was taking at the University the following evening. Dr. Stevenson did not have the immediate, gripping hold on me the way Dr. Miller did. Not only was I exhausted by the time the five o'clock class rolled around, but I was constantly comparing this stodgy, mundane individual to all of the lively traits his coworker possessed. It was unfair really.

I had made it, however. I managed to get through to seven o'clock without rudely letting my head fall flat on the desk in the stuffy, thermogenic confinement in the University's basement.

“Get me out of here,” I whispered to myself as I crossed into the hallway. My eyes sought out the stairwell at the far end of the corridor, though when the elevator doors swung open as I passed by, I couldn't resist the free ride.

A small group of students piled out, each on their own individual device and not seeming to care if they were in each other’s company or not. I felt for my own phone in my jacket as I entered and turned to hit the “1” button that glowed a pale yellow.

“Hold on..” A hand snuck its way in through the large, steel doors that threatened to close, and I stepped farther to the side to allow the stranger to enter. Only it wasn't a stranger - not really.

“Oh..” The one syllable left my mouth when I recognized it was Dr. Miller who was now standing beside me as the doors closed. The word was entirely misplaced and I knew I wouldn't have said that if any other human being had accompanied me on the elevator right then. Except maybe John Stamos.

“(Y/N), right?” His voice was made for phone sex.

The fact that I had that thought even remotely in the most hidden depths of my brain made me blush. I even contemplated what was wrong with me.

“Right.” I gave a small, closed-mouth smile and attempted to mind my own business.

“Who's class did you just come from?”

“Umm..” I drew a blank. His presence, and my instant attraction to him, took me completely off-guard. “Uhhh..” When my eyes lifted to hit his, I could tell there was amusement that lingered behind the surface. “Dr. Stevenson.”

“Mmm..” It was an obvious mutter of disapproval, though he didn't dare elaborate as he subtly rolled his eyes along with the brief, fleeting response.

“My thoughts exactly.” I gave a laugh and looked up at him again, shoving my hands into the pockets of my black, L.L. Bean winter coat. I hoped by agreeing to his subtle denunciation I didn't come across as the prissy, know-it-all type that undermined authority figures.

When the little bell chimed, indicating we had reached the first level, I wanted to make some excuse to stay there. There was nothing logical. Once the doors opened I would have to get out. Still, I wanted so badly to carry on a conversation with Dr. Miller. At the same time there wasn't one worthwhile conversation starter I could think of.

I opened my mouth to speak again but then quickly went with the generic, “I'll see you tomorrow in class.”

Dr. Miller gave a nod and I crept out of the elevator with a deliberate reluctance that I couldn't prevent. A look over my shoulder showed the elevator doors closing again and Dr. Miller’s figure was slowly stripped from my view like an actor on a stage at the final curtain.

I could breathe again. For a second. It suddenly dawned on me that I had never revealed to him my name.

(Y/N), right? I relived the simple, half-a-second question he had asked over and over again in my mind until it transformed from a quintessential expression to a resounding shout.

He has a class list, I reminded myself. With at least forty-something students, I added.

There was no way he could have known who I was without a little investigation. The thought flattered me. Surely, others might've been a bit uneasy over the revelation but not me. Not right then.

There was an unwilling pull at the corner of my mouth that I tried to fight off, though soon a wider grin made home on my face. I still stood there staring at the elevator for a moment and realized the down arrow was glowing.

Down. I stood there for a moment. Dr. Archibald had gone back down where he had just come from. Had he simply taken the elevator ride to…

I couldn't even finish the thought with any sort of realistic element to it.

Cocky, aren't we? I knew there wasn't a chance he had taken the elevator up one level and back down simply because I was on it. He most likely forgot something and went back down.

Big metal butterflies had suddenly made home in my stomach. I was so modest that I yielded any possibility that this could be true. Through my own eyes I was so incredibly customary that someone couldn't possibly want to go out their way to find out more about me.

I wouldn't mind him stalking me. The fact that this was my first naturally-occurring thought had to say something. The palpitations knocked at my chest cavity again and I swallowed hard as the down arrow suddenly stopped glowing.

Of course this was the thing, in all of my exhausted glory, that kept me awake again that night.

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acradelius · 25 days

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So can you please do young justice miss martian and Artemis (seperate) X GN Reader who's Lobo's kid who's a hero and when Lobo finds out Reader is dating he kidnaps them and leaves a note on where to find him and he does the parent interrogation on them and he approves of them in the end and releases them

"Sorry, Apparently My Dad's Overprotective."

Fandom: Young Justice

Pairings: Artemis Crock x Gender Neutral! Reader, Miss Martian ("M'Gann M'orzz") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: General Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns For Reader, Alien x Alien Relationship, Alien x Human Relationship, Unmentioned - Reader Is An Adult, Reader Technically A "Good Guy" Despite Loba's History, Fake Kidnapping, Parent Interrogation, "Good Intentions" Interrogations, Loba Threatening Reader's Partner As A "Parental Warning".

Word Count: 1,353 Words

Notes: It's been quite some time since I've actually watched Young Justice again, so these characters are probably OOC. My apologies.

If you want to be tagged for all posts, for certain fandoms, or certain characters then feel free to message me!

There wasn’t no doubt that “The Main Man” was nothing less than a ruthless alien bounty hunter. How he would happily oblige when told by those who hired him for his missions to “put on a show for the locals”, recklessly making his way through anything that happens to stand in his way, completing his missions with maybe just some scratches. An indestructible killing machine with absolutely no weakness, at least without being dismembered, but even then that doesn’t do much but buy people maybe a couple of months without his presence. Yet, there was one thing that he considered to be his weakness, not that he would just openly state what it was to everyone he came across but it was his own child, his own offspring: (Y/N).

Whenever the conversation had come about and (Y/N) had expressed their interest about wanting to stay upon Earth for the time being, despite being hesitant about the decision, Lobo had agreed. Upon discovering during one of his own bounties that his child had joined what was known as “The Team”, which was a group of young superheroes that were assigned to undertake covert missions on behalf of the Justice League, he was also hesitant about their decision, but decided to support them either way and they exchanged a nod of acknowledgement and understanding. (Y/N) was beginning to finally grow into their own individual as they departed from their father’s side and began to make their own decisions and choices, to finally forge their own path in life. Lobo couldn’t say anything else besides that he was proud and ultimately excited to see where (Y/N)’s choices would take them in life. Yet, that was until Lobo had discovered that they were in a relationship with another member of the team, and those paternal instincts within him knew that he had to take action.

Artemis Crock:

They had been planning this date for ages now, probably a couple of weeks to a month now. A chance for the both of them to get away from the busy things that kept them occupied within life. For (Y/N) to be able to take a breather from taking on countless missions with the Team, while Artemis would be able to take a break from grading countless literature essays from her teaching classes at Royal University. Yet, when it’s now about thirty minutes past the time that they were supposed to meet up and no communication from (Y/N) stating that they were going to be late, Artemis is becoming slightly worried and slightly on edge. Are they okay? Did something happen to them? It was only some of her answers being resolved once she had made it to (Y/N)’s place of residence and finding the piece of paper left by Lobo stating a location for Artemis to meet him at.

Upon reaching the destination from the note, Artemis is firsthand met with a seemingly pouting (Y/N). Arms crossed while slight annoyance had overtaken their features, that was until they had caught sight of Artemis. “State your business with my child, human.” Lobo’s voice overcomes any other noises in the area, his dark red eyes piercing into Artemis, muscular arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to make himself more menacing. Artemis raises a slight eyebrow in confusion before leaning over slightly to glance over at (Y/N), who has slowly made their way closer to both Artemis and Lobo. “He means that he wants to know your intentions of being with me, revolving around our relationship.” Artemis is almost insulted at hearing that Lobo is questioning Artemis’s intentions with being in a relationship with (Y/N), sort of speaking, and her hands immediately go to land on her hips.

It’s something like an intense staredown between their partner and their father, something similar to those showdown scenes within those old wild west films. (Y/N)’s waiting patiently, seeing who would be the first one to break between the both of them. “You don’t believe that I have what it takes to love (Y/N)? To be able to make sure that they’re happy and taken care of while you go galavanting along throughout the galaxy?” Upon hearing Artemis’s remark in response to him questioning her intentions with (Y/N), Lobo’s eyes widened in not only surprise, but amusement as well. “Well, quite the amusing one, aren’t you, human? ..but, straight-up, brutal honesty..” A soft chuckle leaves Lobo’s lips as he proceeds to turn back to glance at (Y/N), who has a flustered blush upon their face while they stand there almost nervously at what this outcome could be. “Oh, don’t you fret, little one. Your partner gets to live to see another day with you.. But, you make sure that you let me know if this puny human even lays a finger on you wrongly and I will crush them into a pulp.”

M’Gann M'orzz:

It was the actuality that they were both extraterrestrial individuals still adjusting to the quite numerous customs and cultures of that on Earth that had caused M’Gann and (Y/N) to have been brought together. (Y/N) having spent many days assisting M’Gann cook various goods or secretly watching reruns of that show she had based her original appearance on, M’Gann having spent many days watch as (Y/N) would vigorously train just to pass time or spending countless hours talking about the places that them and their father had visited during his bounties, leaving out the parts about how their father slaughtered countless lives. The similarities that the two individuals have grows into a close friendship, which soon results into a romantic relationship with one another. Overall, things were going quite well between M’Gann and (Y/N). Yet, with all good things there’s typically a bad thing that comes along with them. What was supposed to be a relaxing evening after return from a mission turns around to be a moment of panic as M’Gann comes upon the destruction of the headquarters of Mount Justice, and a note that had been left by Lobo stating M’Gann meet him at a location if she ever wanted to see (Y/N) again.

While she’s expecting a full blown retaliation and fight from Lobo, M’Gann is actually surprised to find that it’s just Lobo and (Y/N), and they are currently arguing with each other. She has to take a moment to process the scene in front of her before she starts giggling softly which captures the attention of the arguing duo. “Oh, M’Gann! Thank goodness you’re here! Can you tell me dad that we are perfectly fine and you’re not planning on probing me or sucking my brains out through a straw?” She couldn’t help but to begin busting out in laughter, knowing that (Y/N) must’ve been referencing those old, classic rumors about what extraterrestrials would do to humans after abducting them. Floating on over, she proceeds to take a gentle hold of (Y/N)’s hands, giving a sincere smile while glancing over at Lobo. “I can guarantee that us Martians don’t particularly participate in.. those peculiar rumors.

It doesn’t necessarily take much time to clear up the confusion and rumors from the conversations, Lobo explaining that he essentially had kidnapped his own offspring once finding out that they were in a relationship to figure out what M’Gann’s true intentions of being with (Y/N) were. “Don’t you worry, Sir.. I promise you that my intentions are pure and true, and that I’ll make sure to take care of them as they take care of me.” A moment of silence overcomes the three as they stand there, (Y/N) ultimately waiting for a response of approval, hopefully, or what would be another argument between father and child. “Fine then,” Lobo finally states, turning his head slightly to glance at (Y/N), giving a nod of approval. “I’ll accept that for now, but you hurt even one strand of hair on their head, and you’ll be hoping that I make it quick for you.”

#young justice #artemis crock #miss martian #m'gann m'orzz #artemis crock x reader #artemis x reader #miss martian x reader #m'gann m'orzz x reader #x reader #lime rating #requests?! thank you<3

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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I want to know if you can do a Garrett-x-male reader. Where the reader is a Naiad (freshwater nymph) that was founded and adopted by the Cullens as their adopted son/brother. People say that he is the kindest and most beautiful/attractive out of his siblings, and people are always surprised that he does not have a spouse or a lover, yet even his family says the same thing, to which he just replies that it's just not the right time. But in reality, he is afraid of falling in love because his last relationships either ended with the guy he loved dying or breaking his heart. So he tries to keep his distance from love. One day, when Garrett and his covenant came to the Cullen's residence, the vampire immediately set his eyes on the reader, knowing that he was his mate and falling head over heels for him. But each time he gets close to him, the reader always pushes back. After a long while, the reader breaks down, asking Garrett why he keeps pursuing him. The vampire replies about how he fell in love with him. The reader tells him that he's just going to go away like the others, but Garrett holds him, telling him he promised to stay with him to leave his side, making the reader fall in love with him. (Sorry for it being long)

❝afraid of love❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (M/n) is the recent adopted member of the Olympic Clan, he isn’t a vampire like the other members but instead a Naiad - or in other words a fresh water nymph. He was rescued by Doctor Carlilsle when he was found injured by some fisher men and the rest is history.

✭ twilight masterlist

In the quiet town of Forks, nestled amid the lush forests of Washington, there lived a rather unique family. Carlisle Cullen, a compassionate and knowledgeable doctor, had taken it upon himself to care for those in need. This included not only humans but also some rather extraordinary individuals. Among them was (M/n), a young male naiad, a freshwater nymph.

Years ago, when (M/n) was but a vulnerable and injured young boy, he had been discovered by Carlisle after a group of reckless fishermen had harmed him. Carlisle, with his unwavering commitment to helping those in pain, took (M/n) under his wing and raised him alongside the other remarkable children he had adopted.

The Cullen family was unlike any other in Forks, a small town where people knew each other's names and secrets. Alongside (M/n), Carlisle had adopted Edward, Jasper, Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie, each unique in their own way.

However, (M/n) stood out among his siblings, not because of his origins as a naiad, but because of his incredible kindness and willingness to engage with the humans of Forks. When he first started attending Forks High School, his fellow students were immediately struck by his gentle and sweet nature. The nickname "Forks Sweet Boy" quickly spread through the school, a testament to his reputation.

(M/n) didn't mind the nickname at all. In fact, he embraced it with a warm smile. He would often be seen chatting with classmates, offering a helping hand, or simply listening to their concerns. He had a way of making everyone feel heard and valued, a true gift that endeared him to the hearts of the townspeople.

His siblings admired (M/n)'s ability to connect with humans so effortlessly. Edward, with his telepathic abilities, often marveled at the pure intentions he sensed in his brother. Jasper, an empath, felt a sense of calm and contentment whenever he was near (M/n). Alice considered him a genuine friend and confidant. Emmett and Rosalie, though initially skeptical of having a naiad in the family, had come to love (M/n) as their own.

As the Cullen family lived their peaceful and quiet life in Forks, (M/n) continued to be the embodiment of kindness and compassion. His presence, like a cool stream in a tranquil forest, brought solace and harmony to those who had the privilege of knowing him.

Forks High School buzzed with the typical energy of a school day. In the bustling cafeteria, (M/n) found himself sitting at a table surrounded by a group of students, including the new girl, Bella Swan. He was known for his friendly and welcoming nature, always eager to make newcomers feel at ease.

As he chatted with Bella, he offered her a warm smile. "So, Bella, if you ever need help navigating this place or have any questions, just let me know. I'm here to make your transition smoother."

Bella looked genuinely grateful for his offer, appreciating the kindness radiating from the boy with bright eyes and a warm demeanor. "Thank you, (M/n). That's really sweet of you."

The other students at the table couldn't believe their eyes. (M/n) was a Cullen, part of the mysterious and enigmatic family that had captured the town's curiosity for years. They had expected him to be sitting with his siblings, not mingling with regular students.

Jessica, who had been trying to catch (M/n)'s attention, decided to take her shot. She leaned in closer, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "You know, (M/n), you're even more attractive than your siblings. I bet your partner is very lucky."

(M/n), however, seemed oblivious to her advances. He chuckled politely. "Oh, I don't have a partner."

The revelation raised eyebrows and sparked whispers among the students, all curious about (M/n)'s relationship status. They couldn't fathom why someone so kind and attractive would be unattached.

With a serene smile, (M/n) deflected the curiosity. "It's just not the right time for me."

Just as the atmosphere at the table was growing more curious and perplexed, Edward, with his usual air of authority, approached the group. His expression was stern, his eyes locking onto (M/n).

"(M/n)," he said stiffly, "Carlisle called. We're leaving school early. He needs us all at home."

(M/n) nodded, his friendly demeanor momentarily replaced by seriousness. "Of course, Edward. Let's go."

As (M/n) rose from the table, Bella, the only one who didn't question his actions, offered him a supportive smile. She could sense there was more to (M/n) than met the eye, and she was intrigued.

The rest of the students watched in bewilderment as (M/n) and Edward along with the rest of the siblings left the cafeteria together, leaving behind a sense of mystery and a flurry of unanswered questions.

The Cullen family arrived home, their footsteps echoing through the spacious house. The atmosphere was tinged with curiosity as they all caught a whiff of a foreign vampire's scent in their home.

Carlisle and Esme were waiting in the grand living room, engaged in conversation with a tall, dark-haired vampire named Garrett. The Cullens entered the room, their eyes immediately drawn to the mysterious guest.

Carlisle, ever the gracious host, stepped forward and began introductions. "Everyone, this is Garrett. He's an old friend of mine. I'm sorry I pulled you all out of classes early, but I didn't want you to be alarmed by his scent and mistake him for a foreign vampire coming into Forks."

The Cullens nodded in understanding, their expressions relaxing as they realized the situation. However, (M/n) remained in the background, observing the newcomer with keen interest.

As Garrett and Carlisle continued their conversation with the rest of the family, (M/n) watched from afar. There was something about Garrett that piqued (M/n)'s curiosity. Their eyes met across the room, and in that instant, Garrett felt a powerful, inexplicable pull.

Unable to resist the magnetic force drawing him, Garrett excused himself from the group and approached (M/n) with a charming smile. "I know we've been introduced, but I wanted to say hello personally. My name is Garrett."

(M/n) smiled back, the corners of their eyes crinkling with warmth. "Nice to meet you, Garrett."

In a gesture of old-world chivalry, Garrett bent gracefully and kissed the back of (M/n)'s hand. The contact sent a shiver down (M/n)'s spine, and they couldn't deny the sudden connection that had formed between them.

The rest of the Cullen family watched with curiosity as the two exchanged pleasantries, unaware of the deeper connection that had instantly sparked between (M/n) and Garrett.

Garrett had been persistent in his efforts to spend more time with (M/n). He invited him on walks through the lush forest, took him to scenic spots, and even suggested romantic dinners. Yet, no matter how much effort Garrett put into pursuing (M/n), there remained an emotional distance between them.

One day, after another attempt to engage in conversation with (M/n) ended with (M/n) excusing himself, Garrett decided it was time to confront the issue. He cornered (M/n) in the garden, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

"(M/n)," Garrett began gently, "I've noticed that you've been keeping your distance from me, and I can't help but wonder why."

(M/n) hesitated for a moment before finally opening up, their voice laced with vulnerability. "Garrett, I've seen your efforts, and I want you to know that it's not because I don't appreciate them. It's just that... I can't return your feelings."

Garrett's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not? What's holding you back?"

(M/n) took a deep breath, bracing themselves to share a painful part of their past. "Before I came to live with Carlisle, I was a naiad, a freshwater nymph, living out in the open sea. I met someone, another of my kind, and we fell in love. But one day, I had to watch as he was killed by fishermen. It was a brutal and heart-wrenching experience, and ever since then, I've been afraid to fall in love again, afraid of losing someone I care about."

Garrett's heart ached as he listened to (M/n)'s story, understanding the deep pain and fear that lingered within them. Without hesitation, he pulled (M/n) into a comforting embrace. "(M/n), I can't promise to be there forever, but I can promise that I'll cherish every moment we have together. I'll make every moment special, and I'll do my best to show you that love can also bring joy and happiness."

Tears welled up in (M/n)'s eyes as Garrett's words washed over them. They buried their face in his chest, allowing themselves to release the pent-up emotions they had been holding back for so long. Garrett held them close, offering silent support and understanding.

As (M/n) finally looked up at Garrett, their eyes met, and in that moment, all the unspoken feelings they had kept at bay surged forward. Garrett leaned in, capturing (M/n)'s lips in a tender and passionate kiss. It was a promise of love, a vow to cherish each other, and a declaration that, despite the pain of the past, their hearts were ready to embrace a new beginning.

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The work in this masterlist is not to be copied, reposted, translated or otherwise distributed. Please be mindful of the fact that most of these works are for mature audiences, so minors, please stay away! 18+

Hope these stories bring you as much warmth as they did while writing!

Eternal Love

Summary: You find a deep connection and support between all members of BTS through shared moments of laughter and unconditional love. You embark on a journey that surpasses traditional love and transcends individual connections, creating a harmonious bond with the whole group.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Moonlit Sanctuary

Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.

Oneshot: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader, violence, abuse

Midnight Chimes - New Year's Special

Summary: As the New Year reaches, the boys gathered together to reminisce the past and grow for the future. The promises they make - the essence of their friendship and growth - will only continue.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Language of the Heart

Summary: In the harsh moments of the world outside, you found peace and love with Kim Namjoon. Through your quiet moments and unspoken words, you find a bond that transcends beyond languages - spoken only by the language of the heart.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Philosophy of Love

Summary: You find a profound connection in the presence of Kim Namjoon. Through shared moments of intellectual curiosity and mutual appreciation for the power of words, you embark on a journey of exploration and self-discovery, united together by the wanderlust of the minds.

Oneshot: Fluff, Namjoon bookstore ownerxreader, a bit of suggestive theme but nothing like the devil’s tango😇

Under the Light of ARMY Bombs

Summary: Surprising your long-distance boyfriend as a singer has its perks. But when an unexpected double surprise came for ARMY’s in the stadium that day, it was the absolute highlight of the event.

Oneshot: Pure tooth-rotting fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au

Festive Feels - Diwali Special

Summary: Namjoon and you go out on the streets of Seoul to celebrate the Festival of Light together for the first time. And as the night sky is adorned with dazzling lights and vibrant colours, illuminated with thousands of oil lamps, you rediscover the meaning of love and your connections.

Oneshot: Fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au

Red Strings of Melodies

Summary: You find comfort and love in the presence and arms of Kim Seokjin. In the moments where laughter and meals take place, the blossoming romance evolves, echoing love’s melodies.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader, soft smut

Pixelated Hearts

Summary: You embark on a journey that blends the magic of the virtual and real world. Through the warmth of companionship, the both of you forge a connection where your hearts beat in harmony.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Not-A-Goodbye

Summary: You knew this day would come but you were just hoping that you wouldn’t have to face it. You thought that you were ready. But as you stood at the military base, saying your goodbyes to your beloved, you didn’t want to let him go.

Onehshot: Fluff, established relationship au

Tapestry of Notes

Summary: You found love and solace in the presence of Min Yoongi. Through shared moments of quiet intimacy and the language of music, you found a love that transcends words - creating a symphony of melodic emotions and a string of uncut notes.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader, soft smut

Expressions of Culinary

Summary: Through shared moments in the kitchen, you delve deeper into your relationship with Yoongi. Yoongi, who uses the form of cooking as a way of self-expression, showered you with affection the moment you step home from a rough day at work.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, married au

Sharing the Moment

Summary: You and your son went to D-Day 3 to support Yoongi. Your son stole the show after appearing on stage and ARMY was absolutely… swooned.

Oneshot: fluff, established relationship, parents au, married au

So What?

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

Series: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, contains explicit language, abuse

Dance of Fate

Summary: You find joy and love in the presence of Jung Hoseok. Through the language of dance and the shared moments of laughter, the both of you discovered a connection that sets your hearts ablaze, creating a dance of emotions.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Taking Care

Summary: Hoseok falls ill and you take on the role of a caregiver. Through the moments of vulnerability and tender care, you solidify the relationship between the both of you, reminding him that even the brightest souls need care and warmth.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, sick Hobi, Hobi being stubborn AF -

Learning Flights

Summary: Tour life can be difficult and even the strongest relationships can be broken down when one is overwhelmed. Your attempts to voice your concerns about Hobi’s well-being were quickly shot down by the man himself.

Oneshot: Established relationship, angst, idol, BTS on world tour

Serendipitous Melodies

Summary: You find love and enchantment in the embrace of Park Jimin. Through shared moments of music and dreams, you blossomed into a beautiful and everlasting connection.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Healing Souls

Summary: A picture of Jimin kissing a girl leaked onto the internet, making fans go crazy - and that didn’t mean you were immune to it either. You wanted to give Jimin a chance to explain, but the moment you saw him walk through the door, your frustration burst. Between moments of anger, reflection, and reconciliation, you learned exactly what it means to be in love.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, angst, mentions of suspected cheating.

Breaking Bonds

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection are forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Mini Series: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

Laughter of the Borealis

Summary: You found magic and love in the presence of Kim Taehyung. Through shared moments of spontaneous encounters, a vibrant connection blooms, painting your world with the colours of serendipity.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Next Chapter

Summary: You missed two cycles. Not that it wasn’t common for you but you felt like it was much more than just that. So, keeping it a secret from Tae, you went to a doctor to solidify your doubts. And no doubt, it was happy news to bring back home.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, wifey reader, married couple au, a little bit of suggestive themes, pregnancy, mentions of infertility, trouble conceiving

Winter Wonderland - Christmas Special

Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au

Mountain of Threads

Summary: You discover a powerful connection and love between you and Jeon Jungkook. Through shared moments of vulnerability and exploration, you embark on a journey that transcends boundaries - creating new stories and a forever-intertwined bond.

Oneshot: Fluff, Idolxreader

Slithered

Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble.

Mini Series: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader, mild violence, mildly creepy JK, rape (for those who are sensitive on this, please do not read)

The Royal Calling

Summary: In the midst of surviving, you find yourself in a sticky situation. Your connection with the King, Jeon Jungkook, had you afraid for your life. Certainly, he wouldn’t kill you… Right? But slowly, you figured out your place in the depths of the castle and you yearned to live.

Oneshot: Fluff, non-idol au, werewolf au, royalty au, strangers to lovers (s2l), abuse, PTSD, death, a little bit of self-degradation

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Serenity of Smoke [ iii ]

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Yoongi practically strived to keep you safe, to keep your smile on your face even when he could tell you were hiding something.

High school was a debilitating experience for you. Every other month you went through different friendship groups, each one worse than the last. Calling the wrong people your friends, arguing with countless people simply because of their stupidity. Obviously. You found comfort in your books, losing yourself in mere words on a page, creating universe upon universe depending on the book. You and Yoongi were the "quiet kids" but he stayed to himself and you couldn't stand to be alone. Your first interaction with Min was basically thanks to your English teacher, Miss Winhill. You were back at the beginning of your cycle of friendship groups and found yourself alone with your collection of worlds once again, already beginning to look for other opportunities to "connect" with another placeholder—this was your chance to create yet another personality.

Yoongi hated group projects. He hated how teachers put him with the leftovers of the class, how it forced him to sit in uncomfortable silence. You were similar yet the complete opposite at the same time—you loved group projects on the off chance you had a group. Unfortunately for Yoongi, he was put in a 2 person group with you, which was more of a pair, as a result of you both being said leftovers of the class. You knew nothing of him, paying no mind to his presence until now; he wasn't exactly the new friend you had in mind. Neither of you were good at commencing the conversation, his initial plan was to sit in silence and bear the awkwardness until the end of the lesson.

"So...what do you think about the poem?"

"I don't know."

His answers were short, almost devoid of emotion; you already decided you didn't like him, swearing to yourself you would never find yourself speaking to him after this.

To Yoongi's surprise, he found himself feeling some kind of comfort in you. You never forced a conversation, only rarely asking questions based on the work—this was the first time he had comfortable silence with someone, and the same for you. You always felt obliged to your past friends to speak about their beloved topics while you put on yet another facade.

Eventually, you and Yoongi started to consider each other as friends, you exchanging more words than him of course, but simply enjoying each others presence. As time passed he slowly opened up, mentioning his favourite games and shows, you tutoring him in English from time to time, eating Buldak noodles on your lunch breaks. Although he was still considered the "quiet kid", you had a complete different personality around him, one you never had with your past "friends". Yoongi became your best, and only, friend; he was never seen without you and you were never seen without your arm linked around his, your pinkies interlinked—there was no way you weren't engaging in some kind of physical contact.

Despite Yoongi initially thinking you were obnoxiously energetic, he never once thought you were irritating; regardless of your rambling and your pointless "would you rathers" that always left him thinking about his answer for the rest of the day. He noticed you much more than you did him, watching you rotate the class and the different students, your personality shifting depending on the individual. He watched as you went from hearty laughs to dead silence, your smile fading every time you found yourself back in solitude. You didn't know if he knew it, but Yoongi was the first and only person who you didn't have to mould a new personality for. Maybe you were done with your library of personas.

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"Jesus fucking Christ." The daunting feeling you felt yesterday? 100% correct. Your head was banging, sitting up only made the feeling worse. You rolled over onto your stomach and buried your head in your—or Yoongi's, pillow, groaning at yourself for drinking so much. Thank God you didn't have work today.

"Hangover that bad?"

"Fucking terrible." Surprisingly, Min appeared to be suffering from none of the symptoms you were, waking up earlier than you to leave a glass of water and some painkillers on the bedside table. You could tell you looked terrible. Dried drool across your face, morning breath, bonnet halfway across the globe so your hair looked like a rat's nest; regardless, you weren't worried about what Yoongi would think. He saw you at your worst, including your high school emo phase with uneven liner so bad you'd think you done it with your eyes closed—nothing would top that.

"God, go brush your teeth. Can smell your breath from outside the door." his voice echoed from outside of the room, you replied in a barely understandable voice, your face still buried in his pillow, "Fuck you." After multiple "5 more minutes" you finally dragged yourself out of bed to his bathroom, squeezing toothpaste onto the spare pink toothbrush he always kept for whenever you were over; Yoongi was considerate like that, he bought hair lotion, conditioner, shampoo, gel, combs—you get the idea. This just meant he had double of his shampoo and conditioner, one for you and him, and, despite you not being at his house as much as before he still continued to keep them stocked in their usual basket on the sink counter.

You finished your face care routine and took yourself to the kitchen and sat on one of the 4 chairs planted around the island, still in the pyjamas he lent you the night before. The sun from his unnecessarily big windows shone through the kitchen, straining your not so used to the light yet eyes. Yoongi spent his morning preparing your favourite breakfast, pancakes with strawberries and an insanely unhealthy amount of syrup. Him on the other hand was making his 'famous', his words, banana, blueberry and chicken smoothie. You would never understand or dare to taste whatever concoction that was. Cutting into your syrup drowned pancakes, you squeezed your eyes shut in satisfaction and done your "good food dance" which was some kind of shimmy in your seat with the biggest grin on your face. Speaking between mouthfuls, you congratulated him, "Fuck, this is so good...love your cooking."

He answered smugly but comically, "Yeah I know. Never seen you happier than when you're eating my pancakes."

He was right. Nothing and no one could compare to how happy you were when you ate. Yoongi came close, but that's a stretch.

As you finished the last bite of pure heaven, Yoongi went to go get changed for whatever he had planned for the day. Spoiler alert, he had plans for the both of you. He walked out, dressed in black, slightly distressed jeans with rips on both knees. He loved clothes that basically suffocated him; he wore whatever was at least 3 times his size, so seeing Yoongi wear clothes that weren't consuming him was a feat. Matching his jeans, he wore a slightly loose black shirt that sat comfortably below his belt, accessorized with multiple pearl necklaces and his everyday earrings, 3 in one ear and 2 in the other. Min was an accessory in himself; despite his moderately basic outfits, his looks made up for it; he was feminine in a masculine way, his soft features contrasting his fashion sense.

"Go get ready, if you're finished stuffing your mouth." Surprise surprise, you also had some clothes at his house. For convenience, of course. Not like he was using all that closet space anyway.

"For what? It's my day off, do I have to spend it with you?" He knew you were joking, you wouldn't spend it with anyone else. As if he was reading your thoughts, he said almost the exact same thing,

"It's a surprise. Anyways, who else would you spend it with? Loner." You made your way to the sink to wash your dishes and went to his room, taking your time to appreciate the menagerie of clothes. In the end, you went with a black tennis skirt and one of your favourite band tees, a chunky star necklace complimenting your collarbone. Of course the outfit wasn't complete without one of Yoongi's clothes, it was basically tradition—get dressed in his house, access to his clothes. You wore his oversized leather jacket that fell just around where your skirt ended. You wore your chunky platform boots with sheer tights, which was as basic as it got for you, especially because you still had no idea where you were being taken. For all you knew, you could be dressing up to be kidnapped—not that that was the case.

You finally finished your makeup, walking back to the conjoined living room slash kitchen and meeting Yoongi again who was sitting on the couch, staring into space until you brought him back from whatever planet he was on. You walked over behind the couch, placing your palms on his cheeks, "Earth to Min...you gonna tell me where we're going yet?" Successfully pulling him back to his senses, his dark brown boba eyes looked back at you like a child using puppy dog eyes. He stood up from his seat, looking you up and down before meeting your eyes with his own and smiling, "Thank God I was almost decaying. My jacket looks good on you. And no, I'm not telling you." You linked your arm around his, making the snarky remark, "Looks better on me than you, right?" "Did my pancakes fuck with your head or something...oh my God do you need a doctor?!" Exaggerating every word like he was about to carry you princess style to the hospital himself. You followed suit, pretending to faint into his arms, "Ugh I'm dying, being a girl is too hard." After your terrible show of dramaticism, Yoongi finally grabbed his keys from the hook in front of the hall and locked the door behind you both.

Arm in arm, you both made your way into the streets, half excited and, for some reason, half nervous for whatever this 'surprise' was going to be.

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Ghost - Chapter VIII

I feel like this chapter might have taken quite a turn from the last, but it's to hopefully give more of an insight into the individual struggles of Rick and Casper. They both rely on each other and they have this incessant need to make sure the other is safe, they both came into the the post-apocalypse world in a similar set of circumstances and that is what helped them form their bond and trust each other so quickly. But when it comes to finding 'safety in numbers', they both have different perspectives on it, whether its a gut feeling or guilt or fear influencing their opinions. I hope I did this chapter justice. Enjoyyyy <333

Hopefully, we will get to some Daryl interactions soon! I don't want to miss any scenes out as I think it helps to build connections to other characters, so I do apologise for no Daryl moments as of yet❤️

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When they had gotten onto the roof of the building, Casper had stayed back. She watched the scene unfold with curious eyes - the group begging a raving Dixon to stop shooting into the crowd of walkers turned to a fist-fight between T-Dog and, who she now knew as, Merle.

She had debated getting involved, pulling a gun on him or even her knife. But Merle looked seasoned in his fighting, and with the way he ran circles around T-Dog she knew he had much more experience than she did.

There was no sense of autopilot now, no push for her to rely on forgotten instincts and lost skills. For once, since stepping out that hospital room, after facing walkers, lost memories, abandonment, and so much more, it was only now Casper truly felt out of her depth.

Even when Rick pushed himself forward to help T-Dog, even when Rick was thrown back and Merle continued railing on T-Dog with every ounce of anger and prejudice that he had forced himself to hide, Casper found herself rooted to her spot.

She didn't know what to do, how to help. She didn't know how she fit into this. With these people, in this situation.

With Rick, it was easy.

Casper protects Rick. Rick protects Casper. They have each other's back, and they trust each other.

Sure, Glenn was nice. He had helped them escape being mauled alive. But the rest? She didn't know them, couldn't trust them.

She didn't even know herself. How could she trust anyone else.

But she trusted Rick. Casper pretended she couldn't hear her traitorous thoughts.

Perhaps it was the thought that it was truly no longer just her and Rick. That instead of finding safety in each other's presence, they had to find sanctuary in numbers.

They were safer in numbers, but Casper didn't think she could live among them.

Casper doesn't know how long she zoned out for, but when she blinks herself back into reality, she sees Merle attached to a pipe on the roof and Rick leering over him.

She truly had to stop doing that. One day, it would be her own lack of caution that gets her killed.

She slowly made her way towards Rick, feeling tension obscure the air as the group tended to T-Dog and his bloodied face. She caught the end of their conversation, and the words that left Rick's mouth caused her own to dry up.

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his family and protecting her," his eyes find Casper's, the blue that was raging a dark storm only moments ago had calmed to a gentle ripple of sea water as he took her in. Safe. She was safe.

He looks back at Merle, and Casper swears she sees his eyes darken once more - as though Rick is so close to losing himself in the possibilities of his own capabilities, "anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose."

It was quiet, Merle and Rick locked in a heated battle as they glared into each other's eyes.

Merle tried to figure him out - he was a cop looking for his family. So what did that make her to him?

His wife? Sister? Daughter? Friend? Side piece? He snorted to himself at that before straightening at the cold expression that poured itself across Rick's face as he followed Merle's eyes to Casper.

Casper now stood behind him, a hand clasped on his shoulder. She didn't pull, nor did she remove it. She left it there and waited. Waited for him to do what he thought was best for them. "I'll give you a moment to think about it."

Rick patted Merle's shoulder roughly, standing up and taking Casper's hand into his own with ease.

It was like her presence was an anchor, something that brought him back from a dark place, a part of him that would be perfect in a world far more damned than the one they lived in. He couldn't lose himself. Wouldn't. Especially not whilst she was still here. Safe. Breathing. Warm.

With his hand still in her's, he made his way to the edge of the roof despite Merle's protests, throwing the small bag full of white powder that he had found on Merle, during their conversation, into the air off the side.

The action seems to set Merle off, causing him to finally set his target on Rick. And that didn't sit well with Casper.

"Hey! What are you doing? Man that was my stuff! Hey!"

Merle grunted roughly as he struggled against the handcuffs, his aggression causing Casper to pull at their enjoined hands and have Rick step back to stand closer to her. He was safe.

Rick could sense the apprehension rolling off Casper in waves, taking it as his sign to move on from Merle's dramatics so they could get back to more important matters.

Rick walks to the wall with Casper at his side, flexing his hand in pain. It only takes Casper a second to notice his grimace before she has him stop again.

She lets go of the hand she previously held, only to now cradle the hurt one in her palms. She peers up at him slowly, quiet with her words so as not to draw attention to them, "you okay?"

Her words may have been quiet, but with the compassion she spoke with, she could have been screaming directly at Rick's heart instead, he nods.

"I'm okay, sweetheart."

"You shouldn't have gotten involved."

"I couldn't let him hurt them, Cassie. It's not right."

"None of this is. The dead walking? The hospital turning into a mass grave? Whatever is happening now, it isn't in our control. Rick, we got out. Why do we have to stay? These aren't our friends. They're not our group."

Rick could hear the fear in her voice. They had brushed against the doors of death so many times in only a few hours. But they had escaped it too.

He understood her fears. Of course he did, he had the same ones. But he had to be hopeful, for them both.

"You trust me."

It wasn't a question, but she answered it all the same. "Of course I do."

"Cassie, we need them."

"That bitch tried to kill you, Rick. And now that prick wants to as well. You're not safe."

"Baby..."

"Rick, please."

Her pleas came out as whispers, and Rick wanted to give in. God, he would listen to every wish she had, and he would race to the ends of the earth and back to grant them.

But, this wasn't about him. This wasn't about keeping himself safe. This was about her. Giving her a chance.

These people, they were a chance for her.

He shook his head slightly, the sight causing Casper to let go of his hand and take a step back. She didn't wait for him to speak. She knew he had his mind set. So, she rolled back her shoulders, and just like that, Rick saw all the emotions that had been festering within her wash out. Now, in its place, sat a look of indifference.

A grim smile pulled itself across her face despite her best efforts, "we should figure out an escape plan then."

She brushed past him and peered over the edge of the building as she took in the view. The streets were full of walkers, and there was no way for them to get through.

"God, it's like Times Sqaure down there."

Andrea stood a distance away from her, Jacqui at her side as they peered over the edge. Her voice prompted Morales to ask, "how's that signal?"

"Like Dixon's brain - weak."

Casper couldn't help the snort that escaped her, the sound causing T-Dog to look her way and exchange cautious smiles.

It seemed her amusement of the insult only pissed off Merle even more, "y' think tha's funny, bitch. I'll show you funny when I get outta these cuffs."

The threat caused anger to strike itself through Rick's body. The whole group could see how his shoulders had raised, and his eyes narrowed at the words. His face twisted in silent fury as he turned his way back to Merle, but Casper's words seemed to beat him to it.

"Well, until then I guess your just a bitch on a leash. I'm sure we could find you a treat," Casper faced Merle, leaning her hands on her knees as she bent forward to be level with his eyes, "if you behave. Give us a bark, Merle."

Merle's face turned red in fury, an enraged growl leaving his throat as he tried to control his anger. A sound Casper only used to rile him up more, "good boy."

T-Dog and Glenn couldn't hold their laughs. Even Andrea seemed to be amused by their antics. Casper could see Rick's shoulders shake as he held back his laughter, and when he looked her, she saw how his eyes lit up for a moment.

She was ready to smile back, as though smiling at him had become a second nature. But remembering she was upset with him, she had turned away quickly, missing how his eyes dulled and his delight dwindled in the absence of her's.

The comment had caused Merle to fight against the handcuffs harder, spitting slurs and threats her way as she straightened up to her height, hands in the air in false surrender.

"Okay, Dixon. Chill, before you hurt yourself," as much as she hated to admit it, she did feel a bit of guilt at her words. Even more so at the effect they seemed to have. But it was worth the short-lived satisfaction she had felt, at least that's what she told herself.

She stepped back away from the man who was still frothing at the mouth as he seethed with anger, her movement encouraging the others to follow as they created a larger gap between themselves and the leashed man.

Deciding to change topics, Casper suggested an idea for their escape, "if we can't go through the streets, is it possible to go under? Like, through the sewers?"

Morales spoke up, "hey, Glenn, check the alley. You see any manhole covers?"

"No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are."

Geeks. Walkers.

She still didn't understand why everyone didn't just call them what they were. Zombies. I mean, there's only been like hundreds of movies made about an apocalypse just like this.

It was probably the first time Jacqui spoke up, hoping to provide a useful option, "maybe not. Old building like this built in the twenties. Big structures often had drainage tunneled into the sewers in case of flooding down in the subbasements."

Casper was impressed, "how do you know that?"

"It’s my job – was. I worked in the city zoning office."

If the rest of the group was impressed by the revelation, they didn't let it be known.

At the suggestion, the group decided to make their way back down to the building, Casper doing her best to stay away from Rick as she tried to accept the circumstances of their situation. She couldn't leave him. She didn't want to, so if this was what he thought was best, she would accept it. It would just take time.

She couldn't be mad at him, and even if she was, she could never stay mad at him. There was just some part innate part of her that told her she couldn't stay with this many people. A part of her that knew she didn't do well with people, and she was better off on her own, or even just with Rick.

But she trusts him. So she'll do this, she'll try. For him.

Unbeknownst to her, Glenn and T-Dog had fallen back, their curiosity of the girl causing them to go to the one man they believed to be an expert on her.

Glenn nudged his shoulder against Rick, the action causing him to receive a raised eyebrow in question.

Glenn nodded his head towards Casper's figure, leading the group back to the lower building - "what's her story?"

"I think that's somethin' ya gotta ask her."

Glenn scratched the back of his neck, his head ducked down as he reluctantly admitted, "I would. But I'm also terrified she'll try to stab me."

The confession drew out a soft laugh from Rick, he had also been surprised when she pulled out the knife, her behaviour so different from the girl he knew before that moment.

But in the back of his mind, he liked to think moments like those were when the parts of herself she had lost in that hospital were just trying to make their way back. And whether or not that was the case, he would accept her as she is and beg her to stay regardless of who she turned out to be.

"Well then," it was T-Dog who spoke now, "you said you're here for your family, right?"

Rick nodded.

"So, she's your wife? Who are you guys looking for? Your kid?"

Rick looked at him in surprise before turning towards Glenn, and seeing that, he also looked at him expectantly. The silence only prompted Glenn to continue for his friend, "I mean, it's the way you guys look at each other. And even all the touching, the knife thing with Andrea, the way you guys are always whispering to each other. We're not blind."

Rick could feel a twinge of guilt as Glenn spoke. Here he was so close with his Cassie that these people had mistaken her as his wife.

The darker part of Rick, the part that didn't feel any guilt and begged to lose himself in his desires and escape his morals, felt pride dwell in his heart and delight swirl around lower down. His possessiveness, his protection, his compassion, and her own had convinced them- tricked them that they were one. Husband and wife.

Rick sighed deeply, having the decency to look at least a bit ashamed as he admitted, "I'm looking for my son, and my wife."

If T-Dog and Glen were surprised by the admittance, they kept it to themselves, even then Rick found the sudden urge to defend Casper, to justify his relationship to her, to show that what they were wasn't wrong, it was just different.

A bond forged by the end of times.

"But, Cassie. Cassie helped me, helps me. She got me all the way here, came with me when she didn't have to. She was the first person I found in this world, and when the world is as broken as it is right now? Well, that means something. At least, it does to me. She's important." To me.

They could hear the plea in Rick's voice, for them to understand he wasn't a liar or a cheat, he was just a man who was losing hope and strength and he found that in Casper. Even if she didn't have much herself.

He found it in her honeyed eyes, in the sound of her laughter, in the presence of her warmth, in the feel of her soft hand fitting perfectly into his own calloused palms, in her intoxicating scent, in the way she looked towards him for guidance and support and comfort.

She was an anchor to him in a world that was begging him to lose his mind and give up.

It may not be right, but it was all he had. All he wanted and all he needed, even if he tried to avoid that truth himself.

Rick knew he had to find his family, and he would. He would risk every ounce of his being, sell every fraction of his soul to find them. Carl was his son, his flesh and blood. And Lori, she was the person that knew him inside-out, the person he had loved since high school, and there would always be a part of himself that was attached to her, a connection he could never break. She was the mother of his child.

But there was a growing part of Rick that couldn't fathom the idea of leaving Casper, of leaving her to fend for herself. Maybe that's why he chose to stay with this group, because if he had to face the inevitable decision between his family and her, at least there was a possibility he didn't have to leave her alone.

But he hoped it didn't come to that, his mind roiled in agony at the idea of abandoning her the same way her folks had in that hospital bed. Except this time, there was no forgetting the past.

No, if he had to leave her, he would be haunted by her ghost until the end of his days. And still, he would find himself grateful that he was graced with her presence in some form.

But would she be destroyed? Broken? Or would she thrive without him there?

Rick was desperately avoiding thinking of the upcoming decision he would have to make, but considering how Casper was avoiding him now as she tried to come to terms with one of his decisions already, he wouldn't be able to avoid them much longer.

#andrea twd #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x reader #glenn rhee #lori grimes #rick grimes #rick grimes x oc #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rickyl x reader #rick grimes x reader x daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #twd

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pininghermit · 1 year

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Betrayed Flames (Alucard x Reader)

Request: Hi! I came across your blog and found your writing very delightful! I wanted to suggest an AU for Alucard, one was an friends to enemies to lovers type or an AU in which the reader and Alucard knew each other beforehand but the reader died and was reincarnated but only Alucard remembers them. Thank you for considering! @houseof-harkness

Pairing: Adrian x Witch Reader

Summary: Fire, while capable of nurturing and providing warmth, could also be destructive and consuming. You carried the responsibility of balancing these opposing forces within you, understanding that your power could both create and destroy.

AN: I hope you like this. As always this will be getting a part 2 which I will be working on soon (*staring at my wips)

Deep within the secluded depths of the dense forest lies a hidden realm, veiled from the prying eyes of society. It is here that a group of individuals known as witches dwell, existing as social outcasts on the fringes of the broader population. These enigmatic beings have deliberately chosen seclusion, retreating from the bustling towns and cities to evade the clutches of the church.

Within the forest, they find solace and freedom, escaping the constraints imposed by society's norms and expectations. Surrounded by whispering trees and the mystical energies of nature, they embrace their unique abilities and knowledge, honing their craft in secrecy. These witches possess ancient wisdom passed down through generations, harnessing powers that the world often misunderstands or fears.

While the rest of society views them with suspicion or hostility, the witches find solace in their hidden haven, far removed from the watchful eyes of those who fail to comprehend their true nature. It is within these secluded woods that they commune with the forces of nature, forging a deep connection with the earth, the elements, and the unseen realms.

Their practices, rituals, and beliefs diverge from the teachings of the church, and it is this perceived deviation that has driven them into exile. Seeking refuge among the ancient trees, they preserve their traditions, explore the mysteries of the universe, and find a sense of belonging among their kind.

While the witches may remain hidden, their presence in the forest is palpable. It is a realm where magic and the supernatural intertwine, where secrets are whispered among the leaves, and where the witches can truly be themselves. The forest serves as their sanctuary, protecting them from the prying eyes and judgments of the outside world.

In the depths of the forest, the witches thrive, each possessing unique abilities and perspectives. They form a community bound by shared understanding and acceptance of one another. Together, they navigate the intricacies of their existence, drawing strength from the bonds they have forged and the hidden powers that lie within them.

You grew up in this forest, surrounded by women who rejected society in favor of practicing the powers gifted to them by the world. They were not just witches; they were farmers, warriors, scientists. Their seclusion promised more freedom than any prestige or social acceptance ever could.

While you did not live in extravagant palaces or adorn yourself with invaluable jewels, you were content spending your life wandering among the trees. Your home provided more comfort than any worldly riches could offer. It was far superior to the society that sought to burn you into oblivion.

You vowed never to let anyone harm your people, for as long as you stayed alive. You would unleash your fire upon anyone who dared to try. Yes, you were born with the magic of fire coursing through your veins—an insatiable hunger gripping you since the day of your birth.

However, you were also aware of the dual nature of your power. Fire, while capable of nurturing and providing warmth, could also be destructive and consuming. You carried the responsibility of balancing these opposing forces within you, understanding that your power could both create and destroy.

The forest was not the only solitary existence in those woods. You had the most peculiar neighbor in the form of Count Dracula, whom very few dared to challenge. Both the colony of witches and the Count existed in peaceful harmony.

But for you, you found a friend in Dracula's son, Adrian. A Dhampir, who, like you, knew very little of the world. You were both young and the forest became a playground for your adventures. Every day was an opportunity to explore springs, discover unique rocks, and create colorful bouquets out of weeds.

The forest became your playground, a realm where imagination knew no bounds. Amidst the whispering trees and dancing sunlight, you embarked on countless adventures, discovering hidden springs, collecting unique rocks, and creating vibrant bouquets out of humble weeds. Every day brought new excitement, a testament to the magic of friendship and the enchantment of nature.

Adrian, with his vampiric heritage, possessed extraordinary abilities that fascinated and intrigued you. He demonstrated his supernatural speed, effortlessly gliding through the forest like a fleeting shadow. His sharp fangs, a symbol of his vampiric lineage, both frightened and captivated you as you marveled at the unique traits he inherited.

In turn, you shared your own magic with Adrian, showcasing your burgeoning abilities with fireworks of light dancing on your fingertips. The night sky became your canvas as you wove spells of color and wonder, filling the air with shimmering displays. Adrian's eyes sparkled with joy and awe, his laughter echoing through the forest as your magic lit up the darkness, occasionally leaving burned holes in your dresses. Being a Dhampir, he was not bound by the limitations of the night. Together, you and your friend freely roamed the forest, exploring its wonders under both daylight and moonlight.

In a world where you were exiled for your nature, your friendship with Adrian became a saving grace.

You met Lisa, Adrian's mother, very early in your friendship. She was a human healer who displayed immense kindness towards you, the only human who had ever done so. Even your biological parents had not shown such compassion. Whenever you talked to Lisa, the fields of magic and science converged, creating a profound connection.

Even the reclusive colony of witches opened their gates to Adrian. They welcomed the child of Dracula into their homes, whether it was the ice witch with her unmelting snowflakes in the summer or the earth witch teaching both of you the language of trees.

The forest aligned its two forces, creating a community of two existences that had seldom communicated before.

However, it all came crashing down one day. You watched in horror as humans from the nearby village rushed in with torches and pitchforks. They burned your houses and harmed the people who raised you.

The witches fought back, and the forest seemed to join their cause. Elements danced on their fingers as they tried to defend what they had built with such effort. You stood there with them, countering the fire of the torches with the fire on your fingertips. But alas, fire does not quench fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the clearing you once called home.

Hidden behind metal shields, the humans came prepared with their wards. As you looked around, you could see humans closing in on your camp.

Someone had to hold them back, someone had to create an opportunity for others to reach the castle. Rushing others out of the way, you stood in front of the crowd that hollered at you with hate in their eyes. Fire raced on your fingers as you summoned the very last of your power.

It was enough to burn you and the rest of the crowd. It would buy time for others to make it to Adrian. And if, by some grace, you survived, you wanted to see your friend and thank him for his help.

As you fought alone, you felt the wetness of your blood flowing from your nose. Your eyes had been dry for a long time now. You blinked, trying to focus and spot potential attacks.

That's when you spotted him—Adrian. Relief washed over you as you watched him from afar. He had come at last. Your people had made it. But your relief shattered when you saw him standing next to your attackers.

Concealed behind the forms of men who shouted slurs at you, you observed his hard-set face, so different from the easy-going smiles of your friend. "Adrian," you called out, but he did not respond.

His face flickered with some emotion as you felt a pitchfork stab you. He did not reach forward to help you. No, he just stood there as your body collided with the cold, hard ground of the forest floor.

The men around you cursed death and doom upon you, while a priest walked ahead, muttering prayers that escaped you.

"Were the rest captured?" the man next to the priest asked as you held your arms behind your back. They cuffed your hands, and your magic died.

Your heart stopped when another man replied with a loud "yes" that rang in your head. No, no, no, they couldn't be captured. You looked at Adrian, who remained unmoving from his spot. He must have saved them. He would never let harm come their way…

"All dead." The world ceased to exist. Your eyes, which had dried a long time ago, filled up with tears.

As you lay on the ground, gasping for breath, your gaze locked with Adrian's. Anguish and confusion washed over you as you struggled to comprehend his betrayal.

"Why, Adrian?" you managed to choke out between breaths, your voice strained with hurt. "We were friends. We were supposed to protect each other."

Adrian's eyes met yours, but they were filled with anger and resentment instead of the warmth and understanding you once knew. "You witches… You're the reason my mother is dead!" he spat, his voice laced with bitterness.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to understand the depth of his pain. "Adrian, we would never harm Lisa. You know that! She was kind to me, to all of us."

His face twisted in a mixture of rage and grief. "Kindness? Is that what you call it? She was burned alive, mistaken for a witch! And what did your precious coven do? Nothing! You just stood by, letting innocent people suffer!"

The words pierced through your heart like a blade. "Adrian, you know it wasn't us. We didn't do this. We've always sought peace, harmony with nature. The villagers were the ones who attacked us, who attacked you!"

He sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "Don't play innocent with me. You witches and your powers, always manipulating, always pretending to be benevolent. But I see through it now. I see the truth."

Adrian declared coldly. "You witches have taken everything from me. Now it's time for you to pay."

When the men failed to burn you, their fire unable to harm you. They tied you to a heavy rock and pushed you into a stream where you had countless meetings with Adrian.

As you were dragged towards the stream, the weight of betrayal and sorrow weighed heavy on your heart. The sound of rushing water grew louder, drowning out any hope for reconciliation.

As the cold water engulfed you, your voice faded into silence, but the fire of vengeance burned brighter than ever within you.

But even as water rushed into your lungs and breathing became difficult, only one thought consumed your mind—vengeance.

You promised to return, and when you did, everyone would pay for their crimes, even your beloved friend would not be spared.

As your world fell into the darkness of the void. Not far away in a lavish room a woman labored as nurses and doctors rushed around her.

It had been hours since her contractions started. Even the most experienced of nurses seemed to have lost hope. The child should have been dead by now.

But then in a matter of seconds the situation flips itself as the anxious nursemaid hands the mayor the the village his daughter.

A daughter whose eyes shine brighter than any she's ever seen before.

#alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes #friends to enemies #childhood friends #witches #Adrian x witch reader #adrian tepes x reader #betrayal #hurt and possible comfort

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sailxrmxrs · 1 year

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somehow it's been this long and this is the first alhaitham fic i've written oops. i think about him a lot so this is the culmination of that tbh. just him being overworked and tired after the events of the archon quest so someone has to make him rest even for a little while before he returns to the mountain of akademiya related paperwork. fun fact i actually wrote this like a month and a half ago for a side project but then didn't crosspost here bc i forgot lmao. anyway take a slice of comfort with everyone's favourite akademiya scribe turned acting grand sage and his architect roommate.

Night fast approached the skies of Sumeru City, the vestiges of the afternoon sunlight beginning to fade into a familiar darkness. Stalls in the Grand Bazaar were beginning to close, merchants and craftsmen preparing to return to their homes for a night of peaceful sleep before the cycle of work began all over again. Students of the Akademiya littered its high walls, many retreating to the House of Deana in the hopes of finding the perfect research study to complement their own academic work. Countless students were preparing for a long night ahead of reading through texts and tomes of all kinds, oncoming deadlines the primary motivation for their dedication to the craft. For some, this was an enjoyable task, the pressure of time resulting in optimal conditions to produce a perfectly sound piece of research. For many others, however, the rush was nothing more than the cause of undeterminable volumes of stress that seeped into every facet of life—even those beyond the Akademiya’s walls. Alhaitham had always belonged to the former group, pressure and expectation doing little to shake his spirit. As a student he’d rarely found himself amongst the collection of students with far too little time left to tackle all of their ongoing projects; his tutors and seniors always praised him for being so diligent. Since becoming the Akaedmiya’s Scribe, Alhaitham had found his work demand increase substantially, especially since the recent scandal involving the Akademiya’s Grand Sage and his accomplices.

Talks were still continuing as to who might replace the former Sages and as long as a decision had yet to be made, Alhaitham’s workload would see no slowing point. Such a fact did not bother him particularly. Keeping busy was all part of why he had become a scholar in the first place, after all. Although he did rather miss being left to his own devices archiving documents or sitting in the background of important meetings, taking notes without any need to contribute to the discussions. Nowadays, far more people seemed to pay attention to him and his presence than before. It was a change Alhaitham longed to see disappear once the former Sages’ positions were filled once again. Still, even with his newfound notoriety, Alhaitham remained an unchanged individual. The additional workload was all part of the job and he strived to complete anything thrown his way with utmost speed. Such a dedication to the job, no matter how admirable, was ultimately detrimental to one’s health, physical or otherwise. Alhaitham knew better than most the outcome of pushing one’s body too far.

He was usually not one to stay past his working hours, leaving any outstanding tasks for the following morning, but with the sudden pile of work thrown his way by the Akademiya, Alhaitham was left with little choice but to extend his work hours long into the night. The past weeks had left him near glued to his desk with no chance for respite in sight. More often than not he’d end up just staying there the entire night, taking a nap on the lounge chair that sat against the wall of books decorating his office and calling it a suitable night of sleep. Even now it had been a few days since he’d last returned home. Alhaitham supposed he should probably show his face there soon and prove to his roommate, Kaveh, that he hadn’t disappeared entirely. Though, admittedly, he was rather enjoying the peace and quiet from his roommate's presence. Easier to stay in his office all night than be bothered and woken by the architect making noise in the witching hour as he worked on some new project. Unlike Alhaitham, Kaveh was a chronic procrastinator and thrived in the early hours of the morning when Alhaitham usually preferred to sleep.

Alhaitham sighed to himself, fingers massaging at his aching temples. He'd been sitting at his desk far too long and words were starting to blur into one another, a sign that he should probably stop soon—or at the very least, take a break. A part of him was tempted to listen. Tempted to set aside all the paperwork that weighed on his shoulders and make the quick walk back home where he could sleep undisturbed until the sun came up once more. Then there was the side of him that whispered in his ear how a selection of the documents on his desk needed to be read through and organised in time to be submitted during a meeting the following morning. This was going to be a long night. One that required another mug of coffee as soon as physically possible.

Meanwhile, Kaveh walked the streets of Sumeru City. He relished in the cooler temperatures that evening brought with it, the sun’s seemingly everlasting warmth having finally begun to fade. Few people lined the streets of the city, though plenty of cheers from the jovial patrons of Puspa Café could be heard as he strolled past. The place never lacked in waves of energy especially during those final hours of sunlight before the moon rose and called them all to their homes. On any other night Kaveh might consider joining the throng of people revelling in the atmosphere, but tonight he had one specific goal in mind: To drag his roommate back to their shared home. Usually Kaveh did not like to volunteer himself as Alhaitham’s caretaker, companion, or even acquaintance. In fact, most barely knew the two were acquainted, let alone living together for a time. However, despite their differences, Kaveh did care somewhat for Alhaitham's wellbeing. It didn't take much to notice the increased whispers around the Akademiya of Alhaitham's new position, nor the sheer amount of work and responsibility forced upon him. Kaveh had barely believed it the first time he caught wind of Alhaitham's seniority but if his roommate's sour attitude was anything to go by, then it became undoubtedly clear he was being held at his office far longer than he wanted to be.

Usually Alhaitham would be home like clockwork to get some well earned rest before the daily cycle began once again and also check that Kaveh hadn't yet destroyed the place with all of his blueprints and models. Of course if you asked Kaveh, he'd proclaim how he strived himself on being an exceptional roommate who gave Alhaitham no reason to doubt his behaviour. If you asked Alhaitham, however, the Scribe would be inclined to disagree. Even still, despite their differences it was strange for Alhaitham to not have returned home by now. Sensing something wasn't quite right, Kaveh pulled himself away from his current project planning and made his way to the Akademiya in search of some answers. Walking through the Akademiya at this time of day sent chills down Kaveh’s spine, reminding him of all the nights he spent pouring his brain over documents to eventually throw together for his thesis. He did not miss those days. A student passed him in the corridor, dark circles beneath their eyes and a stack of books with loose papers messily slotted between in their arms. He definitely did not miss those days.

Upon arriving at Alhaitham’s office door, Kaveh didn't bother to knock and instead walked straight in. The sight that he was greeted with was even worse than expected. If you asked Kaveh any other day he’d answer that Alhaitham never looked good, but today? This was something else entirely. He looked positively ghostly. More than anything, he looked as though he needed to sleep for an entire week. His face was paler than usual and his eyes bore evidence of a disturbance to his sleep schedule. Kaveh didn't doubt that Alhaitham had been sleeping, if the blanket strewn across the lounge chair was anything to go by, but even a subtle change to Alhaitham's schedule was enough to throw him off kilter.

“What are you doing in my office? Is seeing you at home not punishment enough?” Alhaitham spoke, his voice sounding just as tired as his appearance suggested. It seemed the Scribe did not lose his sharp tongue even in the throes of exhaustion.

“Hilarious. Interesting you mention our home when you’ve barely even been there this last week.”

Alhaitham raised an eyebrow as he sat back in his chair. “Oh? Did someone miss me?”

A frustrated sigh escaped Kaveh’s lips, a frequent occurrence in these bouts with Alhaitham. Despite the anger that threatened to swell upon witnessing the smug expression that decorated Alhaitham’s face, Kaveh remained steadfast and determined. He wasn't losing this fight. “Not as much as you clearly miss sleep. When was the last time you slept in an actual bed?”

“Is that an offer?”

“If you don’t give me an honest answer I can and will drag you by that stupid cape of yours through the streets of Sumeru until I force you to rest. I get that you’re Mr Popular right now at the Akademiya but that’s not an excuse to hole up in your office for days. What happened to the Alhaitham who was up and out of his office the second his work hours ended?"

Alhaitham stayed in his seat, entirely unmoved by his roommate’s arrival in his office. “I have little choice in the matter. Not that it’s any interest of yours, but I have paperwork to do.”

“One of these days I’m going to be responsible for severely injuring the Akademiya’s precious Scribe. Actually, that might be a good idea to get you to finally leave that damn desk.”

Alhaitham sighed as he rose from his chair. He knew deep down that Kaveh was right for once. He despised being in his office any longer than necessary and with every hour that passed, Alhaitham could feel his body weighing heavier and heavier. The need for rest was all-too-present and he knew ignoring it would do him no good. “If you’re going to be a pain in my ass here at least wake me up in an hour,” he instructed as he collapsed onto the lounge chair, eyes already closed and pulling him under.

“What do you think I am? Your personal alarm?” Kaveh scoffed, indignance sinking into every pore of his skin at the sight of Alhaitham already fast asleep. How the man could pass out so quickly was beyond Kaveh.

“Insufferable idiot.” His attention turned toward Alhaitham’s desk and the paperwork that adorned it, all different kinds of documents both for his usual tasks as Scribe in addition to all the notes regarding the assignment of the new Sages. It was all far too much for one person to manage alone.

“I suppose this work won’t finish itself, will it?” Kaveh took a seat at Alhaitham’s desk and prepared himself for the following hour of filing through everything. He might bicker and fight with his roommate a great deal, but he could set that aside for tonight. Just tonight.

#genshin impact fanfic #alhaitham fanfic #kavetham #wow it's not an x reader for once look at me go #i love alhaitham and kaveh's dynamic a lot okay they're both so babygirl in such different ways #also don't perceive how long it took me to edit this for tumblr and post it #or how long it took to actually write something for alhaitham the man has been living in my head rent free for MONTHS #this is also my formal apology to the people who are on the receiving end of my alhaitham brainrot on a daily basis #you are stronger than any 5 star for putting up with my alhaitham related bs #anna writes

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prsk-krow · 1 year

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can i have the nightcord members comforting reader that's known always cheerful but secretive about her emotions and problems? platonic pls :))

{Nightcord comforting cheerful, emotionally secretive reader!} [P]

Ooh, first group ask! Will do my best! Although don't expect much text for each individual member!

Kanade Yoisaki

Kanade's mere voice and presence can be quite calming, so when she puts in her all to make someone at ease and open up, it can go pretty smoothly! Of course, that always depends on the person...

So when she hears your voice through the call being less energetic than usual, she invites you to her home! It's the place she feels most at ease in, and it makes everything easier!

She makes her bed, just for you, and you can hear a relaxing song greet you when you enter her room. She prepares a special playlist, and offers you to stay and chat like this!

She slips into the bed next to you, letting you caress her long hair, so that it may help you relax! She usually doesn't let people touch it, so it was quite a surprise...

When you're fully relaxed and with your guard down, she gently places her hands on your shoulders, staring at you with her soft ones, those that few can match.

"I can tell how much effort you put into cheering us up. You have no idea how thankful I am, to have a voice like yours to praise me, to encourage me and help me do better. So, now I want to do the same for you. You'll let me... Right?"

You have never loved her voice more, now that she's sitting on the bed as you lay in it, singing the song that's currently playing, only to stop and tell you how amazing you are and how much she values you.

It's an unmatched feeling, an unique visit, and you'd both gladly repeat soon.

Mafuyu Asahina

Mafuyu was definitely the one who figured out your true nature the quickest. You were shocked the first time she sent you a DM, showing that she was aware about your feelings!

Before you truly panicked, she told you that she was the same, and that you shouldn't worry about your secret with this group. Just in case, you asked for confirmation with the others, and they seemed to agree!

However, when it comes to helping you with your feelings, that's where she stumbles. It's hard for her to imagine what you'd like in those moments of weakness, and this blank that she draws can be a little frustrating...

Before anything happens, she talks with Miku about what to do in case she needs to help you, and she learns about the desire to want some silence and to have someone trustworthy next to one.

Thanks to this, once she actually sees your facade crumbling in front of anyone, she'll excuse you and take you to a place that no one else will disturb. She'll lower her mask, and tell you to do the same.

"What? Are you surprised I knew what you were thinking? It was nothing. I just saw your face, and knew that you weren't doing well. Now, stop forcing yourself for a while. We're alone, and I'll keep it that way until you regain some strength. You can trust me."

Once you show just how vulnerable you feel, she'll silently listen to everything you say, sitting next to you as she supports your body. Be it you laying your head on her shoulders, or your torso on her chest, she'll become a pillar for you.

And she'll stay that way for as long as it takes. As long as you need her to...

Ena Shinonome

After two that take the more passive approach to comfort, here's one that tackles your problems head on! After all, Ena has never been the type to just stay put when someone she cares about is distressed!

Even though she may not catch onto your fake persona at first, she will keep an eye on your behavior! At first it wasn't because she cared too badly, but that changed as time passed.

Ena knows quite well that there are off days when people just aren't doing so well, not for any specific reason. So in order to help you feel at ease, even before you start acting weak, she would ask about your work and duties!

If she ever notices a change in your speaking pattern or an increase in your responsibilities, she will give you some advice in order to feel better! And if there's no real reason she can identify, then she'll ask for a favor!

Once she does, she invites you to a new pastry shop that just opened, and gives you tips on how to relax on your off time! She even shares a few shops she has taken selfies at, and gives you a list of places to visit!

"What, you think that I would just be flailing around, whining while a friend drowns in sorrows? Of course not! At least, I would never! You've done quite a lot for me, you know? It's only fair to return the favor fair and square!"

Even after the date is over, she will continue to check up on you, and even ask for updates about your hobbies! And if you get a little careless, she will definitely reprimand you and tell you to do better!

It's a little surprising how well she handles the situation, but she does care a lot about you, so it's only natural for her to do the best that she can for your sake!

Mizuki Akiyama

Well, congratulations! Mizuki is honestly one of the best choices you could pick to take care of you when your defenses are down! And it's all thanks to the fact that she understands so thoroughly!

Just like Mafuyu, the seamstress can easily tell that you're hiding what you're feeling, and that if the facade you're wearing starts to wear off, you might be in trouble!

That's why she's the first to consider the possibility of your vulnerable side, the first to prepare for it, and the first to help you get comfortable around the group!

As soon as they hear a slightly different tone coming from you, they make an excuse so that you may excuse yourself, and they chase after you quickly afterwards!

What happens afterwards may go a number of ways. Before the event, Mizuki would explore your favorite hobbies/pastimes, and see if any of them matched theirs! If they did, they would use it to calm you down and help you retreat into a safe space!

"Hm?? Oh, don't worry about them! For now, this is all about you! Hehe, surprised I was so quick to act?? Hm, you don't worry about that either! Now, just rest on the couch while I get things ready! Want some snacks??"

Only once you're finished, they ask you what exactly made you uncomfortable, and what could also do the same in the future. If it was simply an off day, then they will ask you to contact them at any time! If it was something specific, then they'll make sure to keep it in mind for the future!

All in all, they feel that they can relate to your situation, and that's why they're very good at comforting you whenever you may feel weak or tired!

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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2022: it’s a wrap.

2022. It’s been real. Too real. Not exactly how I thought it would unfold. But it’s the end of December and now we know.

THEY knew 2022 was THE year. Time was working against them because of Jin’s age. But shit happened in the world, in their country. Or I should say, shit DIDN’T happen that they perhaps expected or hoped.

There was no brand new BTS comeback album, but a compilation which was wonderful, rich and retrospective. Each of the members reflected on their “proof” and why they chose the songs they did for the album.

They teased PROOF at the end of the last PTD concert in Las Vegas in April. They knew long before that how 2022 was gonna play out.

Even though they hinted at the end of 2021 that there might be a world tour, there was no new comeback album and no new world tour for it, but as it happened, they gave us a single, amazing one-off concert that was free to the entire world. Immediately it was fraught with controversy, negativity and disorganization. But they pulled it off spectacularly in grand BTS style. Bangtan Bangtanned.

The Festa dinner in June truly revealed their turmoil. It was a hard year for them and they worked and fought so hard to make it as good as possible for us. It was so heartbreaking to see them struggling to tell us they were committed to staying together but they needed to step away from the group in order to work on themselves as artists and to find out who they were as people.

We started getting their solo work in the form of Jack in the Box and Indigo and The Astronaut. The individual artistic growth is already amazing. We already see Joon resolving some of the internal conflicts he was facing this past summer. The more we see him during interviews the more he is smiling and looks happy. It’s a big relief.

We will never know how truly heartbroken and frustrated they were this year. They may never reveal the reasons why they hinted at a world tour that never happened. And all the other bullshit they went through, especially Jimin and his privacy breach and how that may have influenced changes. I am so sorry and sad they felt they had to make the decisions they did but Jimin said they did EVERYTHING the best they could, ALWAYS keeping ARMY in their minds and hearts.

Their military service has been announced and is now underway. It has been a very emotional month for us and the members, seeing Jin off to begin his enlistment obligation.

Yes, we all hoped beyond hope there would be a military exemption. But they really set it up so we could process it little by little so that by October, when they made the announcement, we were ready to accept it even though we were still hoping they had an out somewhere.

As the announcement says: “...it is a promise, there’s much more yet to come in the years ahead from BTS.”

Emotional rollercoaster for everyone is the best description of 2022.

We saw some changes as far as social media presence on their parts. As far as the guys are concerned, Twitter has mostly been abandoned for Instagram and Weverse. The Weverse platform had a total makeover this year.

Jimin, who used to be the king of Twitter selcas a few years ago, dropped off the face of the social media universe for a while and is now posting on Weverse more than he visits his Instagram account. Jungkook continued his very erratic usage, wiping his entire Instagram at one point, “just because,” and starting over. He posted on Weverse for Jimin’s birthday, his first post there since July 2019 on that platform.

Hobi and Namjoon are our social media kings on Instagram now. Followed by Tae, Jin and Yoongi. Useless debate still rages TODAY on how significant their social media usage is, who they post pictures of, who they comment or like, what does it mean, if anything?

Now we look forward to 2023.

A New Years custom in South Korea is to watch the sunrise on New Year’s day. Throngs of people go out in public places waiting for the sunrise.

It is an optimistic way of greeting the new set of twelve months. A fresh new year, a new sun, a new day. We need all the optimism we can gather. Take a deep breath. This is a kumbaya moment! (lol).

2023 will bring new thrills for us as we look forward to new solo music and appearances and content. New documentaries, new Run BTS! So many rumors flying about tv dramas and collaborations. There is a lot in store for them and us in 2023.

However, it will all be severely tempered with each new heartbreak watching each one of them finally take that big step and enter the military for their service (assuming they all go in 2023).

We will probably see less and less interactions on social media, of course especially after they all enter the military. We should expect nothing for birthdays, anniversaries, holidays or when milestones are reached or awards achieved. We will have to get used to their silence on social.

All we can do is support them the best way we can. And stick together and try not to create too much negativity among us. When it gets overwhelming, just step away for a while, there’s nothing wrong with that. Take time, think about why you love Jin, Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung.

We already know we get to start off with a brand new episode of Run BTS!

ANYWAY! Happy new year to you all and I hope everyone gets to start it on their best note. So bring it on 2023! FIGHTING!

#pep talk!#BTS fighting! ARMY fighting!#2022 wasn't quite 2020 too #but close #2022 don't let the door hit you in the ass when you leave #2023 i already know you're gonna be a motherfucker #jin will be back in 2024 #2025 will be the year of BTS #its not that far off #the pandemic started 3 years ago #in 2025 i will be army for almost 6 years #maybe jimin will send us a new years message #last year he drunk texted us at 5 a.m.

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"I feel like a doll,"

Dorian: "In my dream, I found myself trapped within a structure that seemed to belong to ancient Greece, even though it was surrounded by debris from pseudo-modern houses, evoking the Victorian era. Amidst the rubble, there were remnants of dolls, some of them resembling monochromatic clowns, but with variations in their attire, while others were notably more deteriorated.

At one point, a group of individuals violently burst into the place. They began to frantically destroy the dolls, as if searching for something specific. I remember that amidst the chaos, someone exclaimed, 'Where is that depressive Pinocchio?!'

That's when I noticed that Angel was moving among the debris. He walked towards the center of the circle of ruins where I was and stared at me intensely. In that moment, I knew it was him; I felt his presence, although he seemed distant, and his body felt stiff and cold.

My eyes began to fill with tears, and at one point, tears overflowed from them, flooding the place. I struggled to stay in that dream world, aware that I was asleep, while desperately repeating that I didn't want to be away from his side, that I wanted to stay with him, and that he shouldn't go. However, I received no response from Angel, and my distress grew as the dolls continued to be destroyed around me.

At one point, he raised his arms in a gentle, loose embrace. And that's when I heard, 'Not yet. Wait.' After that quiet murmur, everything turned black, ending the dream."

#hakurines #my art #drawing #oc #clown #mime #titeres #doll #my writting #lucid dreaming #dreams #dream #capas del sueño

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Pride

I spent to long staring at this image while I did it and thought to long about Neon and Indigo holding a conversation, so here we go! @karaboutmyart @jj-pines @lerenee

Indigo groaned, “Goddess, I don’t wanna be here!”

“I know, Angel eyes. We just need to stay for 10 minutes and then we can go back home,” Calvin replied.

Indigo sighed as Calvin led her into the banquette hall, “You look really good,” she muttered, “You always look good in green.”

He chuckled, “Thank you, Angel.”

He was in a dark green suit matching her spring dem dress, “I’m gonna meet up with your parents,” Calvin added.

Indigo nodded, beginning to feel nauseous, strolling through about the great hall greeting partygoers, truly trying to be a good hostess. Whilst grabbing whatever drinks were non-alcoholic to curve her nauseas.

Keeping to herself with a drink in hand a masculine presence behind her before he cleared his throat, “What do you want?” she asked, coldly, “Neon.”

Eggshell skinned man much taller than her let’s a green gem charm hang from his fingers in front of her face, “To give you a gift,” he replied, with his stupidly posh British accent.

Indigo took the charm from between his callus fingers, studying the green gemstones as the ribbon holding the charm together sat grasped under her thumb and index finger. She doesn’t bother to turn around and look at him. She knows that he is smirking, standing behind with his hands in his suit pocket.

“Is this little shitty present because I am pregnant or because I beat up your little boyfriend?”

Neon chuckled, “Can I not just congratulate you on turning into such a fine individual?”

Indigo rolled her eyes, “No thanks to you.”

“Ha, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be such a talented mage,” Neon commented.

Indigo sighed, “I have also heard you have an apprentice,” he added, “I see I have rubbed off on you in some way.”

She instantly turned around, “You don’t get to take credit for this!” she growled, “You were my teacher, and I learned my skills from you, yes, but I mastered my skills on my own! I did not become a teacher to be like you, I became a teacher to be better than you!”

Neon’s smirk turned into a fine line across his lips as he continued to stare down at the tiny mage, “You out because everyone knows that own of your own students is better than you and I now revel in the fact that I am in fact better than you ever could be!” Indigo continued.

She is right, deep down in his ancient bones, he is just an old man who is still angry that a little French girl surpassed him. He done nothing with his life for over a decade but be a glorified lap dog for the man that’s now locked away in the basement.

“I’m proud of you, Indigo.”

Yes, most of his being is proud of her, for being one of his students that is now so accomplished and so young.

And to her it sounds like shattering and nails scrapping a chalkboard at the same time.

“No…”

Neon nodded, “I am, very proud actually.”

“Y-you don’t get to be proud of me!”

Neon laughed, “But how could I not be?!”

He’s been nothing but self-centered, narcissistic, and pity for years, how could he now tell her that he is proud of her.

“You are horrible,” Indigo sneered, as she clenched that charm, he gave her in her fist.

“Even before you agree to take over Duke’s place, I knew you would become dean,” he added, “And you could not be a better fit to be his replacement.”

“Stop it, I don’t want your praises.”

“Well to bad, little mage, I will sing praise for you until the world implodes in on itself because I am proud of you,” Neon remarked, “And I know your child will be just as great.”

She feels too nauseous to continue talking to him. Pushing past him and heading for one of the many doors outside.

“Calvin, mon cher,” Amethea sighed, making Calvin turn away from the group conversation, as she watched her daughter run out the west door, “She needs you.”

“Which way did she go,” Calvin instantly asked.

“West.”

He curved his back, kissing the lavender-haired woman on the cheek, “I’ll call you later tonight.”

“Tell her I love her,” Amethea replied.

“Of course, momma,” Calvin remarked, walking towards the west exit, finishing his wife retching over the stair banister.

He held back any of her hair that had risk of falling in her face, handing her a handkerchief to wipe her face once she was done, while rubbing her back, “I want to go home,” she whimpered.

He knew there was a point in asking her what happened or why, she’ll tell him eventually.

Once they were home and Indigo was comfortably in bed, she continued to stare that stupid little green charm in her hand. Calvin sat on the edge of their bed taking the charm for her hands, “He said it was a gift for becoming such a fine individual,” she muttered, “Then, he told me he was proud of me.”

“And he can’t be proud of you?”

Indigo shook her head, “If he is so proud, why is so bitter?! Why is this after all time the one time he holds a conversation with me?! All I have ever wanted as is student is his praises, his approve, and now when he gives to me it doesn’t seem sincere.”

Calvin sighed, placing the charm on the bedside table, taking a hold of her hands, “I think he’s just an old man that wants to stir the pot.”

“You’re probably right…”

“You are far better then he ever could be,” Calvin cooed.

Indigo smiled as he kissed forehead, “You should just leave him be to do whatever weird shit he does with Duke in the basement.”

Indigo giggled, “Do you want me to throw this away?” Calvin asked, picking the charm back up.

“Non, I’ll keep it, maybe put it with the baby’s stuff.”

Calvin nodded, “Hopefully it doesn’t mark our kid as his.”

“I’ll kill him if it does," Indigo giggled.

#bridgehid #indigo #calvin #amethea #neon #coralstone #indigo x calvin #calvin x indigo #oneshot #writing #writer #writers on tumblr

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