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a-hazbin-reader · 3 months

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i just had a really cute idea- What about reader after the birth of her baby with Alastor feeling a bit insecure about strech marks ? how does Alastor make her feel loved?

FUCK I LOVE THIS

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Body issues, Suggestive?

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At first, Alastor doesn't even notice the insecurities you're having over your body, too busy learning how to be a proper father

No amount of parenting books could prepare him for the overwhelming love he feels for his children

It takes so much effort for him to even put his children down and leave a room- you don't understand

Bedtime is hard for papa too

But little things about you start to tip him off that something has been wrong with you lately

At first, he blames it on lack of sleep, which is something you both are becoming familiar with

Or maybe you're not eating right, too busy looking out for your babies and the hotel

He just knows that you won't hardly let him touch you anymore, something he didn't realize he craved until he was suddenly deprived of it

You're sitting and feeding the babies? He wants to kiss and nuzzle at your neck because the sight is so cute

"Motherhood looks very good on you, darling~"

At first you're receptive to it, tilting your head and sighing happily until his fingers ghost over your stomach

"Actually, can you take over for me? I have to go-do something."

And he's left alone with his just as confused looking children

Then suddenly, there's baby food being thrown at his face and his babies are howling with joy

Lovely

Maybe you're stressed, being a new mother is difficult

So he resolves to take the babies off your hands for the day, something that you're grateful for

And when he manages to put his spawns down for a nap, he even draws you a bath, thinking you two could share it

It's a romantic one, bubbles and candles all around maybe even a flower or two

"Darling, there's a hot bath waiting for you and I if you're interested..?"

You're visibly stiff again, looking uncomfortable and shy like back when you first got together with him

"Could I just have the bath to myself..?"

It wasn't what he was planning, but he could never tell you no

But it is concerning to him when you lock the door behind you

You don't even change in front of him anymore, another little bit of intimacy and trust that he suddenly misses

Then he starts to notice that the mirror in your bedroom has been covered, and new creams have appeared in the bathroom and-

Carrying babies does tend to change one's body

He's seen what happened with your own but he never thought you would become insecure about it

So Alastor, being the good husband he is, resolves to remedy the situation between you two

He crawls into bed with you one night, waiting until you're nearly asleep to wrap his arms around you

You're jolted awake in an instant, feeling his chest against your back and his hands on your stomach

Touching and stroking your stretch marks

You go to pull away but his grip is firm, keeping you in place, voice light but genuine

"You're never not going to be my beautiful wife..."

You're so thankful for the darkness of the room, you don't want him to see the tears in your eyes or the marks on your stomach

Even though a small part of you knows he can see it anyways, it's less embarrassing for you

Damn these hormones of yours, your body still hasn't fully recovered from your pregnancy

And then he's rolling on top of you, kissing down your neck to your chest, then down to your stomach

His hands push up your pajamas to expose your skin to him, and you can tell that he doesn't need the light to see what's there

He stops you from covering the marks, kissing them instead and gazing at you with eyes full of warmth

"You were so proud of these before..."

You have to look away from him, overcome with emotions so strong that your voice comes out thick with it

"I'm not pregnant anymore."

"As if that makes you any less beautiful, these are just marks of our history together. I love them."

And he's kissing them again, moving back up to kiss you as gentle claws rub over each stretch mark and scar

You eventually can't help but melt into his touch, having missed him more than you realized

It's a good night between you two and you wake up feeling better than you have in awhile

It's still a slow going process accepting your new body, but Alastor is patient, eager to woo his wife all over again

It's almost like you two are back to the start of the relationship

You know that part of him only loves the marks so much because it's proof of what he did for you, how far he would go to make you happy

Also, because he loves you

And soon you start to love them too, associating them with your love for your family

Eventually you two are back to bathing together, changing together, being sickeningly affectionate behind closed doors

Not always behind closed doors

And when they do start to fade you almost miss them, rubbing over the marks in longing

Looking over at your husband playing with the children, a dangerous thought enters your mind

Maybe Alastor wouldn't mind another baby or two?

Maybe more

I love these asks so much ♥️

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slayfics · 5 months

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Explosive Tendencies a slow but fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter five: the test exercises are finally here.

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With the written tests completed, the test exercise was finally commencing. It was revealed that the test exercise was for two students to go up against one of the U.A. teachers.

Katsuki had stormed off practically as soon as he was told his partner was Izuku. You watched as he walked off and Izuku's face fell. It was clear Izuku would have liked to strategize with him especially given that they were paired against All Might.

You weren't exactly shocked that even those circumstances didn't persuade Katsuki to talk to Izuku. The rest of the class seemed to just pass off Katsuki as hating Izuku and being a bully, which wasn't exactly wrong. However, it was painfully obvious to you that things ran even deeper than that.

Katsuki didn't just simply hate Izuku, there was something about Izuku that triggered Katsuki's own insecurities. As if Izuku being a good hero would make Katsuki less of one. You couldn't really understand why though. What was it about Izuku that triggered those insecurities so deeply with Katsuki?

Even more, it baffled you that Katsuki clearly had so much he wanted to prove to himself. He was already an amazing hero and you all had only been at U.A. for just a few months. Could he not see how everyone else looked at him in awe? Sure fear and disdain too, but the admiration and passion he sparked in everyone else by far outweighed the negatives.

After strategizing with your own partner you decided to walk over to check on him.

"How are you doing?" You asked, approaching Katsuki.

"How the hell do you think? Out of everyone I could have been paired with I get stuck with that fucking loser," He barked, still agitated at the pairing.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say something like that," You laughed.

"Then why even bother coming over to annoy me?" He asked.

You tried to ignore his signature attitude and get to the point before he stormed off again.

"Well, Aizawa said they picked these match-ups for various reasons. Including interpersonal relationships. I think there's a clear reason they paired you with Midoriya. They want to see if you both can push aside whatever this bad blood is for the sake of taking down a villain. As much as you hate it, imagine if you and Midoriya did have to work together on a mission as pros one day."

"Don't you think I figured that shit out already? I'm not dumb."

"Then what are you doing sitting here and not strategizing with him? You two have the toughest teacher," You responded.

"I'm going to show them that I don't need to work with that nerd ever. I'll take care of it myself," He grumbled.

"You'll take care of All Might... by yourself. I thought you just said you weren't dumb?" You replied, pushing out the rest of his patience.

"I said I'd handle it! Why the fuck are you here trying to help me anyway," He yelled and shoulder-checked you as he left. Even though he'd never admit it, he knew you were right, but it was going to take a beat down from All Might before he'd admit it to himself.

Inevitably, the match between the two boys and All Might had left them in bad condition. You couldn't help but feel a bit proud of Katsuki while watching the match. Even though it pained him he did work with Izuku in the test even letting him use one of his gauntlets. This of course only happened after he tried to take on All Might single-handedly with no success. However, you knew how hard that was for him and after seeing how fiercely he fought in the exercise you felt you had to visit him.

A few other students were crowded around Recovery Girl's door waiting to hear about others who had gotten hurt in their matches. You sat on the floor while you waited for Recovery Girl to come out and announce it was okay for everyone to come in and visit Katsuki and Izuku.

The hall was filled with echoing voices of students talking about their own matches mixed in with anxious comments about those who were hurt. You noticed quite a few students were here to see Izuku. Finally, Recover Girl came out announcing that Izuku was awake and well enough to have visitors, however, Katsuki was still knocked out and not likely to wake up for a while. At that news, you grabbed your stuff and left. A few classmates noticed your swift exit but didn't call after you, as they were too anxious to get in and talk to Izuku.

Some time later you decided to try and visit him again. This time you found he was awake and able to have visitors.

"You look like crap," You said walking next to his bed.

"You came here just to tell me that?"

"No, I came to say... that I'm proud of you. I know it wasn't easy for you to work as a team with Midoryia but you did it," You replied. Katsuki's face scrunched up and he seemed to wince internally at your comment.

"Shut the hell up I don't want to hear that shit from you. Just go back to saying I look like crap or get out," He said, turning his gaze from you to the ceiling.

You couldn't help but laugh. Even though he had done it and overcame his pride for just a bit to work with Izuku his resentment toward him was not letting up.

"Well, you do look like crap. All Might beat the shit out of you... but you weren't ever going to give up and that's pretty admirable. Glad you're feeling better," You said and left the room.

Katsuki’s eyes widened at your short-lived praise. It was praise that came with no judgment attached, unlike the feedback he had gotten since starting U.A. You didn’t tell him anything he did wrong or could have done differently. You didn’t berate him for not getting over his pride sooner or being too mean. You only focused on the positives and that wasn’t something he or anyone else around him did.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse233 @maddietries

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jacevelaryonswife · 9 months

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Golden and Silver, my new colors | Final

He doesn't know where the impulse of his next actions came from, but he felt he needed it. Maybe was the moment, maybe was the time, or maybe he wanted do that. He needed to break down the last and definitive barrier to be entirely yours.

∴pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

∴warnings and a note: fluffy and comfort, english is not my first language. See the note in the end.💙

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"How are you?" He asked quietly.

“I'm scared,” your confession was even lower. "Very aware of what is going to happen, or what can happen." You took a break before continuing. "This should be the most important moment of my life, from which I hear that it’s the destiny of all women, but I feel minimally prepared for it. What if I'm not a good mother? What if I can't love the baby? What if I die? What if I fail? Because everything will refer to my failure with duty," your voice trembled, "and I don't want that, I don't want to fail and I don't want to be unhappy either."

Over the months was it difficult not to deal with the subject in question. Your body was more different than ever, your back and feet hurt and your belly weighed like the seven hells. Although the development of the affective bond with Aemond has undermined part of the insecurity of pregnancy, the other part remained solid and constantly active. It was a real torture, mainly because you didn’t want to reveal to anyone what you were feeling, nor your mother, or the Queen (whose relationship with both of them had gotten back on track, but not as before) or your friends. But with him it was different, you learned that, you felt it. He needed to know and you wanted to say.

"Because I know what people will tell me to do, but that's not what I want to hear. I don't want to hear that childbirth is a woman's battlefield or that I must resign myself by fulfilling the only duty that was imposed on me. I don't want to hear this because I grew up knowing this, I grew up knowing that there was nothing else to expect, that this is all a woman can have, that my mission is to give birth to a son and it corrodes me all the time," you kept looking at the ceiling as you let the words escape. "And I transfer it to him, or her, to what's in my belly. I transfer such dissatisfaction to him, as if he were to blame, but I know he is not. I transferred my anger about you when we were fighting, and I transfer my frustration and fear about the future at this very moment. It's wrong, I know, but I'm terrified and angry and it seems impossible to individualize these feelings and forget them. Sometimes I didn't want to be pregnant."

“Sometimes I also wish you weren't pregnant,” he confessed. "Because I know what I should do, but I don't know how. I don't know what it's like to be a father, I don't know how to do it, and I don't like to fail, I don't want to fail with you, but I have no idea how to do this and I'm too proud to seek instructions, besides, who would I turn to? My father? No, he was Rhaenyra's father, not mine, never mine. What should I do?"

“I'm sorry about that, for everything you've been through,” you said as you held his hand on the bed, looking at him for the first time since the subject started.

"I'm also sorry for you, for everything you feel, for all righteousness, silence and lack of freedom," he didn't look at you when he confessed: "I'm scared too."

"I know." You purposely smoothed the injured part of his face, very close to the scar, leaving him tense and gaining a surprised and fearful look. “I know. Thank you for listening to me."

“Don't thank me for that,” he stared at you.

According to the Maesters, there were only a few weeks left for the baby in your belly to come into the world, maybe days, maybe weeks, and as it couldn’t be different, your lord father, the King and Hand were already talking excitedly to each other about the son that was to come. Fuck them all, you thought, and during the dinner with the family earlier you were very happy to oppose:

“A girl would make me happier,” you said calmly while drinking the sweet wine. It wasn’t a lie, although your greatest desire at that moment was to contradict them.

“It’s always expected that the first fruit of a young couple will be a healthy son, my lady,” Otto Hightower said in his stoic and falsely sympathetic feature.

"I know, but I mean my desire," you countered, not being intimidated by the negative look of most of the people who were at the table.

“My darling, don't say those things,” your mother tried to alleviate the situation with a nervous smile. "What will your husband find?"

Fortunately, Aemond and you were better than ever.

"It's my wife's wish, the fact doesn't bother me," was what he said before the matter was finalized.

Secretly, Queen Alicent and your lady mother whispered that at least you were in sync. And yes, you were very well.

That night, just like the others, you were lying side by side. It was difficult to find a position in which he could hug you, especially when he wanted so much to feel your body close, your sweet smell and the softness of your skin. He was living in your orbit in recent months, and he has never looked so good before. It was a little scary for Aemond to allow himself to love, to be loved, to be seen, to be touched and to be understood. He was used to the harshness of a job to be done, but emotional recognition made him restless and fragile.

"I hate having a weak point, a disadvantage or sensitivity that can be used against me. That's why it was difficult to lower the guard for you, I thought that if I bordered your image as inferior, as someone normal and not special it would be easier to keep me away, it was stupid, but effective, because it is almost agonizing to give in to the temptation to be loved. I know I've said this before, but I'm sorry for everything that happened before. I want to be a good father and a good husband to you."

“I know. I know,” you held his hand over yours and pulled her for a kiss on her palm. "Be by my side when the time comes."

"I didn't intend to be far away," he put his other hand on your belly and turned to face you. His beautiful wife. So beautiful, serene and scared. He hated not being able to heal your fear, but he wouldn't leave you again. "I promise."

“...Let me see you,” your voice was uncertain and anxious. What were you- "if it's not a problem."

Oh no.

The air was momentarily missed by Aemond and made you apprehensive, although still determined. You didn't want to see that, no, you didn't want to, how could you?

"You don't want to see that."

"I want to."

"No, you don’t."

"I want to, but only if you want to show it."

“You don't,” he said even more incisively.

“I want to, but only if you want to show it,” you said even softer.

"It's ugly," he breathed, "deformed," a frown formed quickly when he looked away.

"I don't care."

"You'll call when you see it, and I don't need it. I don't need you to feel disgusted or sorry for me."

You sighed and remained silent as you moved to be more seated than lying down, it was annoying that any movement was so tiring, even as simple as possible. But that was not enough to undermine your determination and when you held his chin, forcing him in the kindest way to look at you.

"I know you won't believe it, but I don't care, you're a very handsome man, Aemond, very charming and dashing, nothing in your appearance displeases me," you said, "in fact, I care that you can't see this, it bothers me actually, but I understand. What I ask is that you don’t transfer your insecurity to me, don’t think in advance that I will be afraid or disgusted by you."

“Everyone does. Even without having seen it and especially because they have seen it, everyone feels the same," was all he said.

Did you think he was handsome and dashing? It was a lie, wasn't it? It had to be. Almost no lady spent her time sighing for him, and yet... "do you really see beauty in me?"

"Of course I see it, and not just because you're my husband. Don't be suspicious of me."

"I just... I don't want to see the look on your face when you see myself completely," his voice was low and weak, contrasting with the previous determination in his tone.

You sighed again. "I'm sorry, we won't talk about it anymore."

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank you,” you held his hand again. "I love you, Aemond... you know that."

He sat on the bed and cradled your face with his other hand. “I know. I love you too."

It was the first time you said to each other, but not the last.

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When the call of the Grand Maester Orwyle reached the ears of the one-eyed Prince, a silvery shadow moved faster than ever through the corridors of the Palace. He was nervous like the seven hells and a burning tormented his skin from the inside out. It was an attitude that contradicted the advice of his grandfather and some sighted men of the King's court, but incredibly served to make his mother and father agree with the option he took to be by his side at the moment.

"Are you sure, my prince?" Orwyle inquired again when they both approached the room where it was about to happen. “You don't ne-“

"I do."

And then, he opened the door to meet you in the center of the bed with the hand-keepers around taking care of you. A greeting was briefly made to him as you stretched out your hand seeking support from your husband.

"How are you?" He asked.

“The worst hasn't started yet, but I'm nervous,” was quite evident in your voice.

“Everything will be fine, I'm here by your side."

"I know, but I'm scared."

“You don't have to be afraid, my lady, everything will be fine and a healthy baby will be born,” one of the servants said to reassure.

But it didn't work much, since an unmizable pain dominated your body in the next few moments. It was terribly painful and you cursed Aemond internally for condemning you to such a fate. You wouldn't do that again! Not "that", but this here! Fuck anyone who says the opposite. When the pain intensified, all you wanted was to scream for the seven hells and all the existing profanity but you were afraid of attracting a bad fate into your life.

"Strength, my lady, it's almost there, I need you to push more!"

Screw the superstitions.

“FUCKIN' HELLS!” You crushed his hand in a brutal squeeze, making him squeeze his jaw.

The feeling of being torn was agonizing, terrifying and unbearable, almost too much to deal with, until a sudden relief along with fatigue took over your body and a loud cry echoed through the room. Finally.

"It's a girl, my prince," Orwyle said, taking her to her father.

You took a deep breath and felt a sudden desire to have her in your arms. They could reject her for being a girl, but you would never do that. She was exactly what you wanted. “I want to hold her,” you said, hating having done the horrible job of giving birth so that Aemond would be the first to see your baby's face. The baby of you two, actually, but you still wanted to have her.

Your call was heard clearly, but the feeling of holding his daughter for the first time was indiscriminate to the one-eyed prince, keeping him motionless for long seconds. The small and scandalous thing fit perfectly into the clumsy lap shape that Aemond molded in his two arms, admiring her fixedly. What would he do now? How should I act? Will he be a decent father? He doesn't want to fail with you.

“Aemond,” you called him. You just wanted to see her.

Your little girl, your daughter. Heavens, that was terrifying and so pleasant at the same time, especially when you took her on your arms. You would raise her differently from the other girls, yes, you would do that, she would not wear a veil of righteousness and walls that force her to be unhappy. She can fly wherever she wants, after all her little girl has dragon blood.

"Have you ever thought of a name?"

Time seemed to stop when you had her in your arms, your little Naerys. "Yes, we already have a name."

You and your daughter were bathed and fed by the maids, then you were transported to your chambers to rest and be pampered by a proud and enchanted Aemond. He just wanted to have the little thing in his arms again, even if clumsy and afraid to hurt her. Your diet began to be accompanied by the Maesters since certain foods could affect the baby, you obviously consented and spent most of the day lying down while the Queen, the King and their parents pampered your little granddaughter. Honestly, you just wanted to sleep and have her by your side and Aemond's, and that's what you did throughout the day, but with a small part of your mind lit on an important point.

"Does it bother you that I gave you a daughter instead of a son?" It was disturbing to keep such a question to yourself and it was necessary to release it quickly.

Maybe Aemond didn't wait for the question or just didn't know what to answer, since his face closed a little and a stillness remained until he found words he deemed appropriate. "A child is a blessing, regardless of which genital he has."

It wasn't enough. "That's not what I asked."

"Why would it bother me?" He knew exactly why, but at that moment all he would like to get into was a fight, which was contradictory since a clear answer could solve your doubts.

"Because it disappoints all men and most women not having a sob in their first pregnancy, and I know you know that. So I'll ask once again, does that bother you, Aemond?" You didn't look at him as you asked, restricting yourself to paying attention to the soft sheet that covered your body.

"No, it doesn't bother. What about you?"

“Not at all. I wanted, in fact, a little girl. I hope we can create her well, teach her the things I have not been taught, instruct her in the right way, choose beautiful dresses together...”

"I had plans if I was a boy. I would instruct him to study, to train with me and I would not neglect him. A girl doesn't limit me to two of these things and doesn't make me less happy," he said.

“Queen Visenya was an excellent warrior, I wouldn't mind Naerys choosing this path if she wanted and had the opportunity,” you countered.

“A point outside the curve within our story,” he stressed as he flipped through another page of the book.

"It's still possible. If my memory does not fail me, Princess Alyssa, your grandmother, was also comfortable with the chain mail and swords, even much better than Prince Vaegon."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I want our daughter to be what she wants without the pressure of tradition undermining her life."

“It's not easy to fight against tradition,” he looked at you.

"Especially when one of the parties does not want to give in," your gaze also found his, more serious than before, "It is easy for you to be like this, you have always had the option to do everything you wanted just like Aegon, without the worry of having your name disgraced or put to a buzz. It's your privilege, one I've never had. You can go wherever you want and whenever you want, we don't, we don't have this option of choice besides being a bargaining chip and a belly to bear a child."

"Is that how you feel about me? An exchange currency?"

"I love you, Aemond, I love what we have, but I hate the lack of freedom I've had my whole life, I've always hated it. I don't want her to feel that."

"What if she wants to get married and have children? Won't it be her choice, but of tradition?" He questioned him.

"Then it will be her choice, not an imposition, she will have the power to decide that. I don't expect you to understand this, but it's my wish, I hope it's not ignored."

Who was he to escape the tradition? His life was based on it, his family (a part of it) was based on it. Why should he follow another path? You were right, it wasn’t easy to understand that being in his position, but the prince was not blind to what was expected of women in relation to duty. Still, what if your little Naerys didn't want to get married or have children? What if she wanted a life away from duty? He wouldn't force her, would he?

You definitely wouldn't go. No, not at all. That night, when she stopped crying, you took her in your lap and fed her with your milk hidden from the others. "You will be able to be everything you want, without restrictions, and I hope you are and enjoy your life. Fly as much as you want and be happy, use the opportunity that many of us don't have. I love your father, I truly love him and I just want to be by his side, but I wish I had seen more things and could come and go. Don't tell anyone that I was the one who gave these advices, please," you kissed her little head.

The next few days were strange to both of you, not because of the conversation you had earlier about Naerys, but because of the way she completely changed your routine. Aemond and you thought about her all day, every day, and they always wanted to have her around. Yes, the crying was annoying, mainly because you didn’t know what afflicted your baby so much, but everyone with more experience and knowledge about motherhood ensured that it was normal, "newborn children are like that, they’re still getting used to our world," said Lady Fell.

While the prince still remained staring at her for long minutes, standing in front of the crib with his single focused eye and with several layers of his sketched feelings. Fear and adoration were visible at times, but then a change in your husband's posture made you swear that that was the reason your daughter was crying, because he was so tense and intense.

“What are you thinking?" You asked low, in your usual position in bed.

“In her. She's perfect," Aemond replied without looking at you. "Just like you."

You looked at him fond of him. "Just like us." And then he looked at you in an enigmatic way, but with a vulnerability shown a few times. Something as simple as a compliment shouldn’t cause so many reactions on him, it was annoying to have a weakness in something that happened so many years ago but still torments him deeply. He hates feeling insecure about his appearance, although nothing has been said directly to him about it in all these years.

But the looks don’t lie, they never lied, aversion and fear were things he was forced to live with and even helped him build his defense walls. But these same walls prevented him from seeing the phenomenal, intelligent, shrewd and incredibly beautiful woman with whom he had become just a body and soul before the Septon. You would never accept him, Aemond believed that, even though he was the brother who studied history and philosophy and tamed the largest dragon in the world, you would never see beyond the damaged shell he had. How wrong he was. How wrong he was with you.

Moving away from Naerys' cradle, the prince walked to his privacy to put on his bedding and join you. He was ethereal with his loose and white top that left the beginning of his chest exposed. He crawled like a cat to your side and was almost nested to you.

"Do you really think I'm handsome?" He asked low, almost ashamed of his vulnerability.

"Of course I think. You’re so handsome Aemond, my handsome husband, my beautiful man, all mine," you caressed him on the face and hair, leaning to kiss him on the forehead. "I love you." He nested even more to you, hugging your body carefully, leaning his head on your neck to breathe your smell and feel your comfort. "You have many admirable qualities, in addition to your sincerity, loyalty and intelligence, your appearance is one of my favorite things. I love your sharp nose and perfect drawn lips, your beautiful blue eye and silver hair, everything about you is beautiful. Your body too. Especially the present between his legs." Yes, he was amazing down there.

He laughed against your neck and hugged you even more. He really needed that. "Thank you, my love, I truly appreciate it." He kissed your jaw and smelled your hair. "How are you?"

“Tired, but fine. I can't stop thinking about her."

“Me too. It's strange."

"A lot, but a good stranger."

“Indeed,” he said. “I’ve been thinking what you said, and I want her to be happy the way she chooses. I want share the world for you two, all the things you deserve to see. I love you and I love what we have.”

Your heart warmed up and you kiss his forehead with affection. “Thank you for that my love, I love you so deeply, I love we have too.”

"I want to show you... my eye, the sapphire and the scar, but only if you want to see it."

Oh, how you waited for that…

“Yes. I want to see you.”

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Yes, I’d like to say a few words. When I started writing this story I thought it would be a one shot, since it has been many many since I concluded a fanfic with many chapters (so far). But I saw the potential of this idea and decided to embark, even with my terrifying laziness, procrastination and quick ease of getting sick of things. Much is due to the positive feedback I received from you in every kind comment and reblog, so thank you very very much to everyone who came here with me, much of this story is due to you and I am very grateful for that! To everyone who arrived here, see you soon and again, thank you very much for giving this idea a chance. 🤍💛🤍💛🤍💛🤍

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 4 months

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You don’t have to thank me

Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s

Summary: Emily is feeling a little insecure so reader comforts her.

Word Count: 1.1k

Fluff

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

You and Emily are dating in secret (even though the team has basically figured it out)

Reader pov:

Today we had the bitchiest little boy in custody. Well, he wasn't a little boy, he was a fully grown man who needs to learn some basic manners and how to act his age.

He was caught red handed - literally - we caught him mid-stabbing the victim (who thankfully we saved) with blood all over his hand. And yet he still denied he did anything.

I'm going to smack his smug little face into the wall.

"Hey you okay over there?" I hear Derek say to me that snaps me out of my fantasies of beating the crap outta this guy.

"Yeah. I'm fine, this guy is just pissing me off. Classic misogynist just like we profiled but goddamn. I didn't think anyone could be this bad." I let out an exasperated sigh as Morgan sat down in the chair next to me.

"You know, I've seen you deal with much bigger dickheads than this guy, and you've been totally fine. You know what I think has gotten under your skin so much?" He smirks lightly as he's talking which makes me hesitant to ask what.

"What? Please do enlighten me." I say trying to stop myself from rolling me eyes at the shit-eating grin he has on his face.

"I think it's because he insulted your little girlfriend." I blush at the mention of Emily and he picks up on it instantly.

"I knew it! Hey, I'm not judging but, I think it may have gotten under her skin too so, go find her! Make her happy." He says with this time a genuine smile on his face as I stand up.

"Just not too happy." There it is. He's back.

"Ha, ha. Will do, but really. Thanks for letting me know." I reply as I walk away.

While I was walking I got held up in my thoughts a bit. Had that dig about her hair really got to her? I mean not that she's not allowed to be vulnerable but, I thought she loved it? Is she not happy with it?

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I've reached the meeting room she's in. As if on autopilot I close the door behind me as I step in and walk over and sit on the chair next to her.

"Hi honey." She mumbles without even looking up, already knowing it was me. She was looking over the case file but, I could tell her head was somewhere else.

"Hey, how are you doing?" I was trying not to push her too much but I need to be able to help her if she is upset so before she could answer I continued. "Morgan told me you were a bit upset, you know, about what the UnSub said. If you are, which you shouldn't be because he's an arse, I just want to let you know that you are absolutely stunning my love and nothing can ever, and will never change that okay?" By this point she's turned her chair so our knees are interlinked and I've grasped her hands as she looks me in the eyes.

"I'm uhm- I'm not okay." she murmured tearily. I could see the older woman fighting back the tears threatening to spill and my heart breaks. How could someone so incredible, in every aspect of their life, feel so down about themselves?

"That's okay love, I'm proud of you for admitting that." I smile and squeeze her hands signalling for her to continue explaining why she's upset.

"The things he said, about my hair and looking old. They really got to me and I don't know why. I just- in all honesty I've never been sure about my decision to stop dying my hair. I mean I don't regret as such I just wish I didn't look so old. I feel like I look like a little old lady and most of all, it's made me think I don't deserve to be with you. You're quite a bit younger than me and you're gorgeous and, me? I'm none of that. So what he said today, just solidified those feeling." By the time she had finished I was wiping the last of her tears off of her cheeks. My heart aches for her and I wished she could see herself the way I see her.

"Sweetheart, please listen to me carefully when I say this. You are the most beautiful woman I know, and you do not look old, you look sexy and trust me, everyone thinks so. You're absolutely stunning em and I honestly wish you could see that. Nothing that twat said today is true, so don't listen to those thoughts saying you're not beautiful or not worthy because you are my love. Please believe me when I say it, let it go in one ear and out the other okay? And if anything, I don't deserve to be with you. You're the most precious person I've ever known and that fact I get to be your girlfriend is the best thing that's ever happened to me. You know what I need and when I need it, you know what I like and what I don't, and you love with your whole heart and Emily, you'll always be my girl no matter what okay?" As I finished my speech she instantly pulled me into a kiss.

It was slow and sensual, we poured all the emotions we had built up over that day into that kiss but most importantly, it showed me that she believed me. That she loves me and I love her, more than anything in this world.

As we pulled apart my hand was still on her cheek, my thumb caressing her cheekbone. We just sat there for a bit, looking at each other and basking in the other presence before she gently pulled me into a hug.

It was like it was two puzzle pieces slotting together. Her embrace was so comforting and I always feel safe whenever I'm in her arms.

I pull away and look her in the eye.

"C'mon, let's pack up and get on the jet as soon as we can so we can go home." I say as I take her hand and pull her to her feet after au stand up.

She presses a soft kiss to my lips before she pulls away and looks me deep in the eyes.

"Love?" She speak softly.

"Yes?" I say.

"Thank you, I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to thank me honey, it's what I'm here for. I love you too."

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marchsfreakshow · 26 days

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Comforting A Murder [James Patrick March]

Hurt/Comfort // Smut. (I guess?)

Well you did it. You finally murdered someone, but right in the middle of a mess James wants to clean up. You attempt to comfort eachother...

18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: dub-con, PnV, quick fuck?, James being James.

Brb inspiring this off of ep.9 and 10. Had no ideas anymore so I figured basing this off an episode or two would help me write this.

No one's perspective

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Oh, your pretty red dress. Ruined by the darkness of fresh blood. Arms and legs decorated by splashes of someone's else liquid soul. A beautiful decorated purple gun, turned black, dripping. Eyes widened; scared, confused, joy? Your mind racing with thoughts of what others would think.

Others? Each ghost more insane than the last? They didn't care. Most, happy by your calling. Liz, your best friend, daring you to talk to someone. "Talking to James will do good my dear. I understand he is in love with the countess still, but you know he takes interest in you as well."

"Sure.." A shaky word left your brain as you stood straight, gripping onto the used gun like it was a dying breath. "But... Jesus Liz, he's so... intimidating."

"Only if you don't talk to him." She stated. You took a deep breath and a step back, staring at the now decomposing lady that you laid bare. Flesh, body and soul ripped down the middle after a shot in the head. "A wonderful killing. Just like you." Liz was never too interested in the killing around the Cortez, but the way you killed... invigorating.

" 'suppose." You undressed as quickly as you killed, picking up a purple dress. The same shape, size and glimmer as the one you had murdered in. Your body still dripping in red.

"go like that. Go and find him right now."

"like this? No. Liz no! I can't. I have to wash myself. And my gun."

She shook her head and took a small drag of her cigarette. "No. Go find him. Now."

After a long silence, you took a deep and long breath, debating whether or not you should find the prolific killer. So you agreed. Walking out of the room and leaving the open torso to bleed dry, Liz watched, maybe silently judging you. You could never tell. The still image ran in your head as you walked. The heart slowing down, and the stomach just sat there, begging to be opened so the acid could dissolve everything else.

"...James." You saw him standing there, looking bewildered. He had been slapped, in front of an open hallway. An open hallway? Why on earth...? But you whispered his name as you took a step closer, transferring your gun from one hand to the other. "James.." you cleared your throat, looking down to the ground, feeling insecure. The killer looked at you, and smiled, taking his hand off his face.

"Ah, love. You look...ravishing, and a gun? My." He started, his smirk coming back to him. Nervous and worried, a blush appeared, and your hands were shaky again. The gun was still coloured darkly, leaving little trails of blood behind you. If there was any more blood on you, you would look like Carrie, an icon to you and your deranged but silent mind. "May I ask, your kill you have come back from?"

"a lady. Insulted my dress. Shot her head, then...ripped her torso. Neck to crotch." You admitted, looking everywhere but in his eyes. Another step towards you. He took your hand and looked lovingly at the gun.

"I'm so proud my dear." A teacher, smiling widely at his student, blood smearing itself over both your hands. You stared at his hands. Such precious jewels, covered in a dark thick liquid, a gun being shared between two. A small gulp and another deep breath. "What are you nervous about?" He asked as you looked up to the open hallway, a looming darkness. It scared you, but you never showed it. You wanted to impress James, being scared would annoy him.

Oh just how wrong you were. James could tell you were scared about what could have been lurking in the hallway. What a wonderful thing to use to his advantage. "This hallway is empty my darling. Nothing exists here." He simply stated. Innocently looking back up to him and seeming like you didn't understand anything he was saying. Like you didn't believe him. "Go on. Walk in. You have your dear gun, use it if need to." Absolutely not.

But a cold hand on your back, pushing you in. It left a faint handprint on you, and James noticed, letting out a small chuckle. It rang through the looming hallway, making you shake more. Holding the gun in front of you, worriedly looking around. Then a shot. You shot something. You think. Maybe? But you turned and ran. Ran into James' chest, even if he didn't wrap his arms around you as you secretly hoped he would. "You found something?"

"I think...I think so?" Your voice was hurried, and resting your head on his chest.

"Come dear. Let's take you away from this." He placed a dead hand on the small of your back, still bloody. The blood on you was decently dried now, feeling unable to wash it off. Eyes always straight and front as you both walked. Meeting anyone's eyes would increase your guilt about the murder. Such a beautiful but meaningless kill in James' mind. Killing someone for insulting your pretty red dress? Insanity.

James' room appeared before you, and you were led into it. Cold but comforting. A room you had wanted to go into. Forever. Everything interested you. Mindlessly, you started to wander around. Leaving gentle touches over every surface. The interest you two had with each other, coming to light. Your wonder and innocence, lit up when you walked around. Going in circles, your hand loosening around the firearm you held so dear. A beautiful thing, all based on your personality. James picked it up as you stepped in another circle, staring out of the window.

Ah, the open world. Nothing you missed. Bullied for the way you worked, and how you carried yourself. You left the daylight alone and stayed in the Cortez. Liz and Iris helping you with anything you need from the open world. "Dear. You are lost again." James murmured, standing behind you. A breath? Maybe? By the crook of your neck. "Ah yes, the life outside of this hotel. You should not worry about it, my dear. You are here now. You are here forever, murdering just because?"

Words that left him, and made you shiver. "But, I want the life again."

"I understand darling, but you must understand that this hotel can offer you more. Offer you something you could not find outside." A hand, gripping the front of your neck, thick fingers finding a vein and pressing on it, hard. "The people here are dangerous, wonderful. Full of deprived attraction." A hitch in your breath as the pressure got harder and harder. The stopping of your breath and its effects on James were pressed against your back. Was he really getting hard at this? Really? Okay...

"James..." All you did was lean against him, your neck open to him again, so many possibilities, and so many things he could do to you. A low groan, maybe a snarl leaving him. His free hand exploring your side, gripping at the dress fabric and feeling the dried blood on you. Every touch felt odd like you shouldn't be enjoying it so much. But your love for James, and the way your need for him manifested as killing for him. Innocents who did nothing to you but make a snarky comment, a little joke. Why was he so irresistible to you? A killer who died nearly 100 years ago, who loves murder, fine absthine, and his students.

Wandering hands trailing down your back, pulling down the zipper. The purple fabric fell swiftly off you, pooling around your flats and the blood-covered legs of yours. All this talk and touch of murder, blood, opening someone up, it was nothing but erotica turned real to him. Such a need for someone he did not know too well. Who was he to deny such a gift? Deny the chance to make someone feel something other than rage and upset.

Such moveable skin in front of him, the way he touched and practically groped you, making you feel mindless already. Your head, silently thrown back onto James' shoulder, feeling every touch he gave. The way he gripped onto your hips, such a need and desire in him. You practically threw yourself onto the bed, but sat on your knees politely. Even when a feeling of warmth spread through you, nerves were still there and you never wanted to upset your dear so. Shy, doe eyes watching a ghost undress. A quick coyote, readying himself to catch the doe it craved.

Silence in your voices, but catching breaths, underwear ripped off of you. You were being pulled up from your knees and pushed down onto all fours. He fucked like you were going away that night. Barely any time to catch your breath as he kept going.

Faster.

Harder.

Fucking you like the world was ending. Your moans; loud, unfiltered, they could be heard anywhere in the Cortez. His were reserved but animalistic in nature, never giving you a break. You screamed his name, as he yelled yours. Bruises were appearing on your neck, hips and thighs.

When had the dam been broken? You wondered as you cleaned yourself up, starting to sit up. Looking over to your side, James was half-dressed already. "I will admit my darling, that blood drying itself on you truly is enchanting." He nonchalantly mentioned, walking over to where you sat. A little hum in response, looking to the side where James was not. The ghost pulled your face towards him and left a kiss on your wanting lips. Pushing yourself forward to try and kiss him again, only to be denied.

Only to be denied as he picked up that purple gun you adored.

Only to be denied as he reloaded it.

Only to be denied as he aimed it at your worrying face.

BANG.

Only to be denied one last breath, one that you could've kissed him again with.

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tinytinyblogs · 7 months

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Skz Soft Hours: Seungmin

He is deeply in love with you and his only wish is to spend the rest of his life with you.

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Seungmin's voice danced on your ears as he said, "I love you so much, you know that, right?" His voice was like silk, the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. It made your heart race every time. "I will always love you, Y/N," he continued, his voice filled with emotion. It was clear that he had thought long and hard about what he wanted to say. Seungmin wasn't the type of person to be overly vocal about his feelings, but his actions spoke louder than words. He always went out of his way to make you happy, and he was always there for you when you needed him. He was filled with worries, deep in his heart. He wanted to share them with you, the only person in the world he felt comfortable with and believed in.

"Sometimes I wonder if I make you happy enough," he said, his voice trailing off. "I want to be the one you always need in your life, but I'm not perfect." He paused, fiddling with your fingers as he tried to find the right words. Seungmin is so proud to have you in his life. He feels like he has found a precious gem, and he can't even explain how happy he is every day. "I've never said this before, but I'm so happy to have you in my life, Y/N," he says. The moment he laid his eyes on you, the world stopped. He didn't even care about the rain falling around him, even though he should have been running to avoid it. He doesn't want to be overdramatic, but you make him feel things he never knew he could feel. He never thought it possible for his heart to melt the way it does when he's with you.

"I can't imagine my life without you," he continues. "You're the main reason I keep going and keep being happy." You make him fall harder for you every day, and he doesn't know what else to say. You're just too perfect for him. You showed him the world through your eyes, and it was beautiful. He used to think he was better off alone, wandering aimlessly without direction. But you showed him the way, a path of flowers that he now walks with you by his side. You turned his darkness into sunshine, pulled him out of the depths of despair, and loved him unconditionally.

"Sometimes I feel so insecure," he says. "I think I'm not good enough for someone like you. I want to be the best for you. And I'm so mad at myself for not telling you how much I love you, when you deserve so much more." Seungmin is not good at romance. He can't even express his own feelings, so when you're around, he feels lost. "Even when I don't understand myself, you always do. You love me unconditionally, and you accept me for who I am, flaws and all. I love you so much for that." He's learning about romance little by little, like he's studying for an exam. He's trying to learn everything about you: what you love, hate, and want.

He's even trying to like the things you like, even if they're not his cup of tea, just so he can have conversations with you and keep you interested. He panics when he sees you cry, and he'll try to make jokes, even if they're not funny. But when you laugh, he feels relieved. He told his mom that he met someone perfect for him, and he bragged about you to his whole family. He told them that having you in his life makes him happier than anything else. "I've been thinking a lot about the future lately," Seungmin said, catching himself staring at you again.

He had always loved watching you, but lately, it had been different. He loved the way you were around him, breathing the same air, sharing the same space, doing the things you both loved. It made him wonder what it would be like if you were in his future, growing old with him. "And seeing you smile so beautifully every day, hearing you talk, feeling your warmth... it made me realize." If Seungmin could hold your hand through everything life throws his way, he would never be afraid of the future. You make him stronger than he ever thought possible.

He says, "I want you. I want us to be together until the end of time." He smiles as he says these sweet words, and the thought of you two having the happy ending you both dream of makes his heart soar. He prays for you every day, because you are his whole world. He never wants to lose you, because losing you would be like losing the game of life. Seungmin is building a castle for you and him, a place where you can be safe from anything in the world that doesn't deserve you. He would do anything for you.

"Have you thought about that?" he asks, placing a kiss on your soft lips. His words are sincere, coming from the depths of his heart. He is asking you to be a part of his life officially. "Don't you feel the same way?" Nothing in the world mattered more to Seungmin than you. He couldn't stop thinking about you. You were one of a kind, and he wanted you more and more each day. His eyes filled with tears as he spoke to you in a soft monologue that you never expected to hear. "If you feel the same way," he said, "I promise to make you the happiest person in the world."

Just as Seungmin is the one you've always wished for, you feel just as lucky to have him in your life. His care, love, words, and touch color your world in ways he never imagined. In his arms, you feel safe, warm, and happy. He gives you the kind of happiness that you deserve, and that no one else can give you. "If you feel the same way, let's build our family together," he says. "Let's get married and grow old together." There is no other answer you can give, no other choice you would make. Living with him forever is the best thing that could ever happen to you.

💬I'm just sweating through my eyes, okay?

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detransraichu · 27 days

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it really does feel like having emotional intelligence as a woman is a full-time fucking job. like you're so aware of how to defuse situations and fawn and mask and be pwetty and be so polite so that no man gets mad or creepy around you. it's like we're stuck on a theatre play and we're not allowed to leave our roles. but i wanna leave my role. i'm a woman i'm a hairy sweaty grunting angsty animal like any other trying to survive in a male dominated world and i have to be miss sunshine while therapizing and mothering men emotionally???? FUCK THAT i'm done!!!! I'M DONE!!!! no more nice woman. i'll use my emotional intelligence, my empathy, my comfort skills, only on those who deserve it. i don't want to overextend myself emotionally for other ppl's sake bc i was raised trained to be a Good Little Girl and do whatever other people needed me to do and become arm candy or an overworked mother with a shitty husband. like holy shit. i'm really realizing my upbringing living as a girl reallyyyy affected me deeply i'm glad in some ways bc thank god i'm not emotionally constipated like cis men, but also sad bc it's like i'm a soldier who was trained for a war i never wanted to go to anyway, and that i wasn't even contractually obligated to go to!!! and now i'm realizing i can opt out. i can be my own woman. i can be a human being first, woman second, and i don't need to be defined by my upbringing. i can be my own kind of woman and i can be human now. like i can start acting like an actual human being and not my idea of a Good Woman

i have finally fully 100% realized that i don't need to brainwash myself into worrying abt every little thing i do bc the patriarchy wants to keep me submissive and insecure and soft spoken. it wants me to doubt myself and stay in line. an easily swayed woman is a good woman by male society's standards. child-like, always needing guidance, not loud and brash and unlovable. when a man is outspoken, loud and proud he's the next president. when women do it they're nags and feminazi bitches. and i actually love bitches, i'm more of a dog person than a cat person tbh. i'm just a human who happens to be a woman too. it's the least interesting thing about me, like my height or hair color or me being a lesbian!!! it doesn't define me beyond just a trait i happen to have. i'm really starting to shed the layers of internalized misogyny i've always had about myself and it's SOOOO FUCKIGN FREEING!!!!! like oh my fucking god. i was like a turtle who kept retreating into her shell at the smallest thing and didn't want to inconvenience anybody. so unnecessary! turns out i don't need to do that i can just be a little guy who lives her life to THE FULLEST!!!!! bc you only live once bitches!!!! seize the moment be ur true self don't fawn all the time it's okay to be a grown ass adult and speak ur mind and make ur OWN choices!!!!

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lavender--fairy · 9 months

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hi, just wanna share a "success story." i'm choosing to stay anonymous because i don't want to be bombarded with questions, because the asker can find answers within themselves.

i'll just cut straight to the chase. throughout high school, especially when we were online during the pandemic, i would cheat on all my exams. i'd say this started mid 8th grade until mid 11th grade. mind you, it wasn't threshold based, so i wasn't really harming anyone. me cheating basically stopped the class average from dropping down 70% lol.

the act of me cheating alone reveals many things; i was unconfident in myself, insecure, and cared what other people thought of me.

11th grade is where people here start to get really anxious. pulling all nighters and getting caffiene addictions. but i was lazing around, and did what i always did. of course, online exams don't last forever, especially not when it comes to an international exam. it really only hit me months before the real tests that cheating wasn't gonna get me anywhere.

how was i supposed to do these exams? ones that people take at least two years to prepare for? that people study their asses off for? with all the high expectations i falsely gained from my peers and parents, i knew that if i failed these tests, not only would i be ashamed, but everyone would begin to doubt me and inevitably find out about my cheating habits. and i didn't want that to happen.

i did everything i could. i tried to study, but i was inefficient because i basically never opened a book on my own before that, then i tried to get tuition, which only worked to some extent. the highest i have everr gotten on a practice paper was a B, and it was a low one.

i took eight subjects. most people here take 6/7, but i didn't wanna drop one because i didn't want to feel the "shame." again, i really cared about what others thought of me.

so, at this point, i thought. well, i'm screwed.

then i came across subliminals while looking up focus music, which lead me to manifestion -> law of assumption -> neville goddard -> the 4D -> the inner man.

started to implement the law. thought i'd pass all my exams because hell, why not? i persisted that i was just gonna pass because i said so.

i gave the inner man good grades because i could. i saw a good report card in my head because i could. i imagined myself happy on results day. despite the fact that i was underprepared by a mile. why? because i could.

i got straight A's for my exams and got an outstanding reward. this truly revealed to me the power of the law, because just a month back, i was pulling my hair out and stressing like crazy. i'm not proud of my old habits. but with the law, i was able to live the lazy life of my dreams (lol) and still be awarded with praise, smiles and trophies.

wanted to share this story because i feel like knowing the law is so important. it's so easy too. all you have to do is give it to yourself, the inner man, the true self.

don't stress about getting those grades, getting that girl, that dream body, clear skin. don't stress about getting. just give it to yourself, because you can.

hope this helps someone out there realise something :)

heyy butterbean!! This is amazingg thank you so much <3

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for yelling at my mom because of incense?💭

( emoji so I can recognise my submission and this is a hella long post so be warned)

So I (16F) really hate smoke. And I mean beyond the regular hate, I mean like the moment I smell smoke I instantly become very, very angry. I'm not sure why exactly, I suspect it might be because I'm on the autism spectrum but I haven't been officially diagnosed so take this with a grain of salt. Also just to clarify, I have no lung issues which would cause me to be extra effected by smoke, it's almost entirely psychological.

My mom (50F) got into this whole spiritual circle stuff about a year ago and does meditation thingies. Involves a lot of rituals, crystals and incense. Not entirely sure the exact reason why but the important thing is this means she is lighting incense almost everyday. As a result, on most days the house smells like smoke. I have told her quite a few times to ventilate properly if she's going to use it but I feel like every time I enter the main room of the house it smells like smoke. However I can manage this by simply shutting my door to avoid getting a lungful of smoke. No, the thing that pisses me off are her "cleansing sessions." This is where she goes through the house waving an incense stick everywhere to "purify the bad spirits." This means I have absolutely nowhere in the house to escape from the smoke and often get forced outside to escape. I have tolerated these "cleansing sessions" a few times but on the most recent one, it happened to be raining extremely heavily. This meant that I was stuck. In a house FILLED with the smell of smoke.

I tried to keep myself calm for a while by ventilating the smoke from under a blanket but even then I could still smell it and it made me raging mad. So I then proceeded to stomp up to my mom and yelled at her. I said some very nasty things which I'm not proud of saying. They were very personal insults mostly pertaining to how her beliefs were bullshit and about her insecurities. We had a shouting match over it which ended in her telling me to go back to my room.

Why I think I could be the asshole here is because:

A. I could have more clearly stated beforehand that I wanted her to stop cleansing my room or at the very least she needs to turn the aircon on when she burns incense.

B. She didn't really deserve the things I said to her. She's a sensitive person and I know it probably deeply hurt her even if she didn't act like it in the moment.

C. I didn't mention it earlier but I have a brother (17M) who has athsma. He has never had any problem breathing or any complaints about my mom burning incense. If anyone would be affected by this the most it would be him and yet he doesn't care. So I feel like I just really overreacted.

Why I think I might not be the asshole here is because:

A. I have asked her before that she ventilate the house properly when she does her meditations and yet every time I can smell it. Sometimes she wont even open the windows so I have to do it myself.

B. She knows how much I dislike the smell of smoke. I have said multiple times how I hate it and every time I have smelt it in the house I've been very obviously annoyed. There was even once incident where our neighbours were having a bonfire and I literally could not sleep in my room because I could smell smoke and had to sleep on the couch. Every time she's done one of these "spiritual cleansings" I have also made it abundantly clear how much I hate this but she doesn't seem to care because it usually forces me outside.

C. As before mentioned, my brother has athsma. While it may not seem like it bothers him I don't know what the long term consequences may be for his lungs. And for my lungs too! Like, I'm not an expert but I don't think regularly breathing in smoke is very good for you. She argues it's "real natural smoke" so it's fine and I told her she should try breathing near a wildfire to see how she liked "real natural smoke."

Anyways, with all these facts considered, random strangers on the internet, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thebroccolination · 4 months

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So, I had a tiny epiphany tonight.

I have divorced parents with diametrically opposed approaches to maintaining relationships with their children. My father is self-absorbed, manipulative, and insecure to the degree that even though he's intelligent, funny, and interesting, all three of his adult children believe our lives are better without him. My mother, on the other hand, has never been on the outs with any of us.

I didn't want to travel back to the States for the holidays this year, because 1) it's expensive, and 2) it's always, always emotionally exhausting in some way. I was fully prepared to spend it alone or with friends, but my mother came to Ireland to spend Christmas and New Year's with me.

Then I broke my foot. But that's another story.

Anyway, tonight we were having dinner, and I showed her the newly revised pitch for the book I'm writing. She doesn't dislike fantasy, but she's more of a romance gal, so my whole motivation in showing her was more of a, "Look, Mommy, I made a drawing for the fridge," kind of thing rather than a, "Here is a book you would choose and then tell your friends about," thing.

And as casual as can be, the way she has done since I was a child, she supported me.

She said she can feel it, that this upcoming year will be the year Big Things happen, and she said, "You're gonna write the movie screenplay for your book, and I'm gonna come to the premiere."

She's always been like this.

Once, when I was in high school, I was lying on my back near her desk and I said, "Remember that short story I wrote in first grade about the wolf who eats the hunter?"

She said, "I certainly do," and opened her desk's bottom drawer, took out a manila folder, and handed the looseleaf papers to me.

I've always felt humbled by her belief in me. Possibly because my father seems to see all of his children as extensions of himself, so his emotional support is forever conditional. Hers is just…always there. Unfailing, unquestioning.

And I've apologized to my mother over and over throughout the years for not succeeding more. For not making more of the support she's given me. She always seems so confused by my guilt.

Then I realized, maybe for the first time, that her love and support aren't only not conditional, they're just…easy for her. She isn't trying to be supportive. It isn't work or effort for her to believe in her children and to tell us.

Tonight, she rattled off a stream of compliments, confident in my future in a way that I've never felt, and for once, I wasn't focused on myself, but on her. And rather than apologize to her yet again, or internally punish myself for getting praise that I don't feel like I deserve, I actually absorbed it.

I'm in my mid-thirties now, and I'm still finding all the ways my father wore down my heartstrings and tangled my brainstem. And who knows, maybe some of this insecurity didn't come from him. Life is complicated, and it can be too easy to blame everything on a bad parent.

The epiphany I had is that even when I'm complimenting my mother for not being like my father, I'm still centering him instead of her.

And that's why I want to focus more actively and more often on the good my mother has done for me. Because her words have shaped some of my favorite things about myself.

When I was four, I stood up to some classmates when they made fun of a friend for crying, and when I told my mother about it later, she said offhandedly but proudly, "You have such a strong sense of justice," and so protecting others became one of my core values. Very literally in that moment. I'd never thought of myself as someone who could protect anyone until she said it was so.

She has built the scaffolding of my life in so many ways, and I'm going to appreciate that more.

And tell her that I'm proud of her, too.

#family

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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Hey could you do a Loki x reader where reader is insecure about her body after giving birth and Loki is doing everything he can to reassure that he finds her beautiful?

Hey anon!! I love this idea so much! I'm sorry about the wait, I didn't mean for it to take me so long to get to this one. I've never written anything where Loki has a child before but I've been wanting to. I hope you like this! 💚💚

You Are My Queen

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus size female reader (y/n)

Warnings: self depreciating thoughts, issues with self image... but I promise lots of fluff (let me know if I forgot anything)

Summary: You and Loki are the proud parents of a beautiful one month old baby girl (Luna, I stole the name from a friend). You couldn't be more in love with your daughter and Loki but you can't stop the negative thoughts that have been plaguing you recently. You do your best to hide your growing concerns from Loki but one morning you reluctantly open up to him about how you really see yourself.

A/N: So... I added in Jotun Loki cause I literally couldn't help myself. I also made the reader plus size and added a bit of background into why she is feeling this way... enjoy!

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

You groan lightly as a hand gently touches your shoulder, pulling you from your dreams. Opening your eyes slowly, a smile creeps across your face as you look up at your boyfriend. You rub your eyes as his illusion melts away, leaving his skin a rich shade of blue and his eyes a deep red. "Hi Loki," you mumble sleepily.

"Hello darling," he says with a smile then he leans down to kiss you. You reach up and touch his cheek, running your fingers over the raised markings and keeping his lips on your for a moment longer.

"Did you just get home?" you ask, sitting up on the couch as he stands up again.

He nods, "I texted you about half an hour ago to let you know we landed."

"Oh no. I'm sorry I missed your text," you tell him suddenly feeling guilty for not responding. You had forgotten you put your phone on vibrate so the text and call alerts wouldn't wake Luna. "I must have fallen asleep after I put her to bed..." you explain as you get up from the couch.

"It's alright love, I imagine our daughter kept you quite busy these last few days," he assumes and you nod in agreement. This was the first mission Loki had been on since you had given birth and even though it was only for three days, you were exhausted. He extends his hand towards you and you take it, intertwining your fingers with his. "Come to bed darling," he says in a soothing voice, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," you reply as the two of you head towards your bedroom but suddenly your attention is drawn to your daughter's room. She begins to cry loudly and you let go of Loki's hand. You reach for the door knob and pause for a moment, covering your mouth as you yawn.

"Go back to sleep, I'll take care of our little princess," you hear Loki say from behind you.

"Are you sure? You just got home," you ask.

"Of course. My brother was pestering me for pictures of Luna as soon as we began our return flight. I pretended to be asleep so he would leave me alone and I must have actually fallen asleep at some point. I'm probably less tired than you are, dear," he tells you and you can't help but laugh. He kisses your cheek then opens the door to Luna's room. "I'll be in shortly," he says.

You go to your room and get into the bed, pulling the covers around yourself. You fight to stay awake, hoping you will have a few moments alone with Loki but you can barely keep your eyes open. You smile as you hear Loki singing softly to calm your daughter back to sleep through the baby monitor on your night stand. Yawning again, you roll onto your side and give in, closing your eyes.

You roll over and reach for Loki, opening your eyes when you don't feel him in the bed with you. You sit up, stretching a bit as you look at the clock.

When you walk out of your bedroom, you see Loki standing in the middle of the kitchen with Luna in his arms. He is swaying from side to side slowly while he hums to her, the newspaper he is reading on the counter flips to the next page with a light green glow caused by him nodding his head. The kettle on the stove begins to whistle, Loki keeps one hand on Luna's back and with a wave of his other hand, a green glow picks up the kettle and turns off the stove. You shake your head with a smile as the kettle pours water into two mugs on the counter and Loki looks up from his reading.

"Good morning, darling," he smiles. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you tell him as you walk over to where he is standing. He leans down to kiss you and when he pulls back you look at your daughter. "Good morning princess," you say softly, kissing her nose as she looks up at you with her bright red eyes. Her tiny blue fingers reach for you and she grabs onto one of your fingers. "She looks so much like you," you say to Loki.

He jokes, "I think that might be because we are both blue my dear." You laugh and shake your head. "She is as beautiful as her mother," he tells you and you suddenly feel the need to force yourself to smile.

You look away from Loki abruptly and walk to the fridge to get milk for the coffee. "Are you alright?" he asks and you nod but still don't look at him. You add milk to both mugs before handing Loki his. You avoid eye contact with him, instead you pick up one of your daughter's books from the counter and flip through it. You can hear the familiar voices trying to force their way back into your mind, the voices that insisted you were never good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough. You had worked hard to get past them but it took almost nothing for them to reappear again.

"Hmm?" you ask as Loki finally gets your attention.

"I said, you should relax this morning," he suggests. "Luna and I have some reading to catch up on, don't we little one?" he asks your daughter and she smiles at him.

You consciously smile again, maybe relaxing wouldn't be such a bad idea. The voices were harder to push away when you were tired. Loki walks over to you and touches your chin lightly so you are looking up at him. "What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" he asks, obviously able to tell something is wrong.

You shake your head, not wanting to tell him. He strokes your cheek lightly and kisses your forehead. "Go unwind, love, we can talk after," he says, taking your coffee from you. Before you can reply you hear the water running in the bathroom. You nod and say thank you quietly.

You open the door to the bathroom and look around, Loki's magic never ceasing to amaze you. Steam rises off the nearly filled tub and there are lite candles lining the window sill. You can smell the lavender and oils which have been added to the water, causing a thick layer of bubbles to appear on the surface. A glass vase with an assortment of green flowers sits on the edge of the vanity.

You take off your pajamas quickly, careful not to catch your reflection in the mirror as you undress. You slip into the tub and sink under the bubbles as you close your eyes. Breathing deeply, you feel your body slowly relax in the warm water. You can hear Loki reading to Luna faintly, his voice changing slightly to match the various characters in whichever book he had chosen.

Gradually, your mind begins to wander. You had never thought much about your weight while in high school but when you first started college you realized you were always the heaviest girl in your classes. You tried all four years to control your weight but between your hectic class schedule and working full time there was little room to do things for yourself. Your weight never deterred you from making friends easily but it had held you back from ever being in a serious relationship. You dated occasionally but you found you had a hard time believing anyone was ever interested in you.

After you graduated, you got a job at SHIELD and excitedly moved to New York City. You were nervous about moving so far from home but you quickly became close with Wanda and Natasha, spending almost all of your free time together. The two of them had helped you arrange a schedule where they would go to the gym with you three or four times a week to keep you on track. About a month after you arrived, Loki and Thor joined the Avengers and you soon developed a crush on the God of Mischief. Your two best friends noticed of course and you did little to deny it, although you were adamant that he only liked you as a friend.

Eleven months later, you were still going to the gym several times a week, eating healthier and hopelessly in love with Loki who you had grown close to. Natasha and Wanda watched you get off the scale in the gym with a broad smile on your face. "Not much longer now," Natasha said, referring to your goal weight. You nod dramatically, you couldn't believe you were actually going to make it this time. "So, I think we should make this a little more interesting," she says and you look at her curiously. "Once you reach your goal, you have to ask Loki out on a date," she says and you look at her wide-eyed. You have no idea what possessed you to agree but almost a month later, you reached your goal and found yourself knocking on his apartment door to see if he wanted to go to the movies. Next month will be your three year anniversary, you think with a smile but it fades slowly.

You will need to buy a new dress if he wants to take you out to dinner like he usually does. Would you even be able to find a dress that would fit you now, you wonder. You open your eyes slowly and look at the clothing you had discarded by the door. None of your clothes from before the pregnancy fit anymore, it was a month since you had given birth and you hadn't lost a single pound.

In the beginning, you tried to continue going to the gym, desperate to keep the body you had worked so hard for but you were often too tired to stay long or your feet and back would begin to hurt. Your friends suggested you relax and pick up working out after the baby came and you reluctantly agreed. Your food choices also began to slip as soon as the craving started. Things you hadn't eaten in years were suddenly all you could think about and Loki would get you anything you asked for, day or night no matter how odd or hard to find. In the nine months you were pregnant, you had put on almost half of what you had originally lost and you felt as if you were a failure. Your biggest fear was that Loki would no longer find you attractive unless you lost the weight quickly.

A soft knock on the door causes you to jump in surprise. "Y/N," Loki says from the other side of the door. "Can we talk for a moment?"

A wave of worry spreads over you, whether it is rational or not and you respond, "Just let me get dressed." You hadn't let Loki see you without clothes on since you were almost seven months pregnant. You step out of the tub and grab a towel to dry yourself, sighing when you try to wrap the towel around your body and it barely closes. Holding it in place, you walk over to the vanity and suddenly realize you hadn't brought clean clothes to change into. All you had was the ill-fitting towel and the clothing you had worn the night before.

Loki knocks again, "Can I come in?"

"No," you respond quickly and you hear him take a step back from the door.

"Darling, are you alright?" he asks, the concern heavy in his voice.

"I'm fine, I just..." your words trail off as you see yourself in the full length mirror. You hold the towel as tightly as you can, wiping away a tear that streaks down your cheek. "Loki?" you ask quietly.

"Yes love?" he responds.

"I'm sorry I'm not..." you pause, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry I don't look the way I did before I was pregnant. I know how much you loved my body then and now it's..." You gesture to yourself in the mirror as more tears begin to fall.

"Y/N, what are you talking about? You know I think you are beautiful," he says and you hear him turn the door knob.

"Stop, please," you say and the door remains closed.

There is silence from the hall for a moment then Loki says, "Darling, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." You wipe your eyes again using the back of your hand. "Are you standing in front of the mirror?" he asks and you nod then say yes. "What do you see?"

You take a deep breath, to try and calm your breathing as you look at yourself. "I see stretch marks everywhere," you say unable to hide your disappointment. "My stomach is flabby and my hips have gotten wider, none of my old pants or shirts fit anymore. Even your clothes, I tried to wear one of your shirts the other day and it wasn't loose like it used to be, it barely fit. My thighs are thicker and my arms jiggle, I see the spider veins on my legs and even my fingers feel swollen," you list all of the things you hate about your appearance and wait terrified for Loki to agree with you.

"Do you know what I see?" he asks and you stifle a sob. "I see the love of my life and the mother of my child. I see the woman who means more to me than anything in the nine realms," he says through the door. "I see someone who is full of strength and determination, who is caring and selfless, quick witted and exquisite. Y/N, my queen, you are a goddess."

You wrap your arms around yourself as you listen to Loki, etching his words into your mind in the hopes that they will keep your thoughts at bay.

"I know you don't feel proud of your body in this moment darling, but your body has given me the greatest gift I have or will ever receive," he tells you. You close your eyes and think back to the day you told Loki you were pregnant. That was the happiest you had ever seen him but it paled in comparison to the day you both met your daughter.

He then asks, "Do you love me less when I am in my Jotun form then you do when I am in my Asgardian form?"

"What? No, of course not," you tell him honestly. "I love you the same no matter which form you take."

"Then how could my love for you vary based on something as simple as your weight?" he asks and you struggle to find an answer. "Please, come out," he says and you wipe your eyes again.

You sniffle and bite your lip, "I don't have any clothes." A small green flash appears on the vanity and you slip on the jeans and t-shirt Loki conjured for you.

You open the door and find yourself frozen as you look down at Loki, kneeling in front of you. He smiles as he reaches to take one of your hands in his, your other hand quickly covering your mouth. "I wanted to do this next month for our anniversary but..." he pauses, opening his free hand to reveal a small velvet green ring box.

"Loki?" you ask, feeling your heart begin to race.

"I have loved you since the moment you awkwardly asked me to see a movie with you," he says and you giggle. "Y/N, you mean more to me then I could ever put into words, you are the one I've been waiting for my whole life. You are my queen, my love, my everything and I want to know if you will do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!" you answer excitedly before Loki can even open the ring box. He stands up, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you to him. He presses his lips to yours but the sudden sound of your daughter waking up hungry causes you to pull away.

"One moment, my little princess," Loki says with a laugh as he opens the box and slips the ring onto your finger.

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ironbatpaperturtle · 21 days

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I think that the exorcists in the time travel au have some sort of inclination towards Adam. Like he's not their leader in this world but something just pulls them to him.

Based on the previous ask about the adam 2.0 (I will be calling him steve) as the extermination leader, I think it would be great if the exterminators just are meh about him. He doesnt have that kind of air that Adam has when he was leading in his previous life.

For one, Steve just sucks at battle. Because of Adam, Eve did all the work, and I mean it ALL. She was good, so good that Steve just kinda was there. And when he died, unlike Adam, Micheal didn't teach him crap when he acended. Steve was always just kinda there. It is a miracle he hasnt died yet somehow on the field. He either goes way too haywire, almost breaking contract several times, or he's so dense that he gets lost.

And maybe his inferiority complex also extends to women bcz Eve was just too girl boss for him and by accident made him feel useless wo when they're on the feild he's like 'I CAN DO THIS MYSELF I DONT NEED YOU GUYS. WOMEN SHOULD JUST STAY AT HOME' and then proceeds to trip

He's just some bossy guy whose not even charming. At least Adam could sing, play guitar, and had some level of funny humor but this guy is just plain and he's literally an incel.

But Adam's cool. He knows how to fight and play an instrument. He's witty and funny and very creative. He somehow knows what all the girls like and he's kind to them in his own snarky way. Doesn't help that his daughter and husband who tag along with him sometimes are super awesome as well. Emily is a sweetheart and Micheal, he's like the ideal soldier, is just badass but can be kinda endearingly goofy, especially with Adam.

They look up to him.

And so basically Adam gets another armful of children without even realizing.

Lute especially thinks he's cool bcz Adam without knowing it gives her special treatment. Like just before an extermination he finder by 'coincidence' and talks to her:

Adam: yoooo! It's my favorite girl! Hey dangertits what's up!

Lute: Hello first man, Adam. I'm uh... doing good. I'm about to go on duty...

Adam: great to hear! *he hands her some of her favorite snacks that he somehow knew and ruffles her hair*

Adam: You're a hard worker, Lute. keep it up!

Lute watches as Adam leaves with Micheal and Emily. He flashes her a proud smile and a thumbs up before he disappears. Lutes a bit dumbfounded but appreciative. He doesn't know what her job is (lie) but he always cheers her on. Adam's cemented himself as this cool dad figure to her.

AYO YOU GUYS ARE SO INNOVATIVE I HAVEN'T EVEN THOUGHT OF THAT, SPECIFICALLY ATLEAST. AND LMAOO STEVE WHAT A BORING NAME.

I did know that Eve would be a kickass survivor, just imagine her pregnant and still kicking. Eve loves her loser husband but loser husband feels insecure.

#Adam's Time travel era

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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Hey love, I hope your well. Can I maybe ask for a hurt/ comfort larissa × reader fic? I was thinking maybe reader could have BPD/bipolar disorder and when, Larissa is in her office for extended periods of time she sometimes gets insecure and thinks Larissa is purposefully ignoring her and feels on the verge of splitting and pushing Larissa away, but she's been working on it and so one afternoon when she feels like sending a maybe not-so-nice message to larissa because she's a little hurt, instead she goes to Larissa and breaks down in tears and asks for a hug? And maybe larissa sort of knows what's going on and just embraces R tightly and reassures her it's simply work, and she'd much rather be spending time with her girlfriend than on a laptop all day, and maybe is just very mommy and calls R a good bunny for coming to her???

Split incoming| h&c

*Authors note~ as someone who has bpd and splits I feel these are important to write for and I hope some one out there finds this comforting or informative. This is largely based on myself and quite indulgent, wrote in a split so I can't say it's my best*

Trigger warnings~ mommy Ris bunny r (non sexual dom/sub dynamic (24/7 kink?) bpd r splitting

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You love your girlfriend, truly you do more than anything else in the world, so why would you feel this way? Your own brain confused you most days so how could you expect someone else to understand. Your borderline personality disorder has been something you've struggled with for years, people had came and gone in your life because of it. Because you become too much, a problem. You gotten use to that same pattern and routines, convinced yourself that you were simply unworthy of love. It's the only thing that made sense, how could all those people be wrong?

Until you met Larissa. You'd split on her many times yet she still stayed. You couldn't do anything or say anything that would make her leave you. But that didn't mean it was okay. You hated who you became in those moments, you never really remember them clearly but you knew you had said and done some terrible things. Living with the regret of hurting your favourite person because they don't seem to match the pedestal you put them on. It wasn't on them. You knew you needed to work on responding better. It was hard but you needed it.

Larissa is safe, you knew that. So after a few splits, you both sat down and made lists of triggers and things you could do or she could do to help you in these moments. She knew splits were an inevitable part of your relationship together. However, Larissa wanted to be there to support, love and help you anyway she possibly could. No matter what you need, Larissa will always do her best to provide it.

A big trigger for you is when Larissa ends up in her office for hours on end. It made your irrational brain convince you she was ignoring you, cheating, or worse, leaving you completely. You could feel a split coming on, the rational sides of your brain leaving as you felt clouded with all these confusing thoughts and conflicting emotions. You typed up a message, the rage overwhelming you as you informed her if she was going to leave then hurry up because you I'm fact did not need her. She was just like everyone else who came and left.

Before hitting send you remembered your promise to the blonde, so you threw your phone else where as if it burned you and hurried to her office. You didn't bother with knocking but as soon as you laid eyes on her you couldn't help but burst into tears which caught her attention. "Mommy, hug" you'd sobbed. Without questioning it Larissa came to gather you in her arms, putting her laptop away, you had her soul attention. She knew what this was, you'd came to her and used your signal, she couldn't be more proud of you. "It's okay bunny. You're so good darling. Thank you for coming here love. I'd much rather be all snuggled up with my cuddly bunny than doing boring work" she murmured to you showering your wet cheeks with sweet kisses. "I'm so proud of you bunny for finding mommy. You split didn't you?" Causing you to nod in response. "Okay bunny good job shall we go lay down? Cuddle and maybe nap love does that sound good?" Truly there was no one as perfect as Larissa Weems, she seemed to always know what to do even if she felt like a failure she'd always help bc she was her.

Word count~ 807

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miraclemagnet · 2 years

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how to motivate yourself to restart your manifestation journey and really persist time after countless of tries over the years, where you always gave up and now feel a lack of energy to try once again? even though you still believe in the law and your heart still aches for your dream life. sorry if this is too dramatic, i'm going through it lol btw thanks for deciding to start this blog, i love your personality!

AYO ANON! [Sorry this is a bit long *sighs*]

First of all, take a good break. Listen to music to unwind or simply do things that make you feel good. You actually don't need a break in order to get back on track, but it feels like you actually need some time for yourself SO RELAX AND CHILL BESTIE. PRIORTIZE YOURSELF.

I can understand how you feel now. Even I had gone through the same phase of doubting myself and the law and getting super-frustrated because I THOUGHT that I wasn't able to manifest anything.

What you need to do is:

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. LIKE REALLY.

Its alright if you feel pressurized or stressed right now, or if you feel like crying your heart out. ACTUALLY, YOU SHOULD DO THAT. LET OUT YOUR EMOTIONS. IT IS A FACT THAT YOUR EMOTIONS CAN'T AFFECT OR CHANGE YOUR MANIFESTATION. SO take some time off from tumblr and stuff and recharge yourself.

IF YOU ASSUME YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING WRONG, THEN YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO MANIFEST.

ASSUMING = THINKING = MANIFESTING

STOP THINKING YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING WRONG. STOP THINKING NOTHING IS HAPPENING IN YOUR FAVOR. STOP THINKING YOU'RE NOT GETTING YOUR RESULTS.

STOP. THINKING. DUMB. SHIT.

LET GO OF YOUR OLD STORY. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WANNA THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST? WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE PAST? FORGET YOUR PAST. STOP GIVING IMPORTANCE TO YOUR PAST.

Your past = Old story.

OLD story. WHO THE HELL GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE OLD STORY?

Bestie point number one, STOP THINKING ABOUT THE PAST.

Point number two : SELF-CONCEPT

WORK ON YOUR SELF-CONCEPT. I KNOW IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE DIFFICULT AT THE START, BUT TRUST ME THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER. LIKE LITERALLY.

IT SEEMS LIKE THE PAST YOU WAS A LITTLE INSECURE AND DOUBTFUL. LET GO OF YOUR PAST SELF.

START THINKING:

I HAVE EVERYTHING I WANT BECAUSE I'M THE FUCKING GOD OF THIS WORLD.

I NEVER GET ANY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS. I LITERALLY HAVE ZERO LIMITING BELIEFS.

I BELIEVE IN MYSELF BECAUSE I'M THE GOD OF MY REALITY.

LITERALLY NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM GETTING WHAT I WANT.

THE ONLY LIMIT IS YOUR MIND. ONCE YOUR MINDSET IS SET ON WHAT YOU WANT, NOTHING CAN STOP YOU. FUCK THOSE LIMITING BELIEFS, YOU CREATE YOUR LIFE.

Point number three bestie: THE FUCKING 3D.

YOU KEEP ON CHECKING RESULTS. KEEP ON CHECKING FOR SIGNS THAT YOUR MANIFESTATION IS COMING.

Bestie-

WHY THE FUCK YOU WANNA DO THAT?

" Because I'm not sure that I'm actually manifesting-

CHANGE. YOUR. FUCKING. THOUGHTS.

THE 3D IS MY BITCH.

THE 3D ALWAYS CONFORMS INSTANTLY NO MATTER WHAT.

I CONTROL THE 3D BECAUSE I'M GOD BRUH.

WHY DO I ALWAYS MANIFEST INSTANTLY?

ETC. ETC. ETC.

YOU control the 3D. The 3D doesn't control YOU. REMEMBER YOU HAVE THE POWER.

Last thing.

PERSISTING = JUST THINKING POSITIVE LITERALLY.

PERSISTING IS AFFIRMING FIRMLY NO MATTER WHAT THE 3D SHOWS YOU.

KEEP ON REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING.

PERSISTING IS LITERALLY THAT EASY.

BESTIE, YOU'RE GOD. YOU ALWAYS GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT. NOTHING SHOULD CHANGE YOUR THOUGHTS. NOTHING.

MAKE YOUR MIND STRONG. MAKE YOUR THOUGHTS IMPOSSIBLE TO CHANGE.

YOUR MANIFESTATION CANNOT FAIL. YOU MAY GET IT A LITTLE LATE OR A LITTLE EARLY THAN EXPECTED BUT IT CANNOT FAIL.

YOU'RE ALWAYS MANIFESTING = THINKING. YOU LITERALLY THOUGHT "I DIDN'T GET MY DESIRE" SO YOU DIDN'T GET IT.

CHANGE. YOUR. MINDSET.

BESTIE PLEASE STAY FIRM.

HOW BAD DO YOU WANT YOUR DESIRES FULFILLED?

THINK OF THAT AND MANIFEST.

I'M PROUD OF YOU THAT YOU STILL HAVE THE STRENGTH TO KEEP MANIFESTING. MOST PEOPLE JUST GIVE UP WHEN THEY ARE ABOUT TO GET THEIR DESIRES AND TOSS THE LAW ASIDE.

You can simply start thinking:

I don't judge myself for my mistakes. I never give up. I am going to succeed because I SAID SO BECAUSE I'M GOD.

I'M AMAZING. I'M HARDWORKING. I'M PERFECT.

I'M ALWAYS TRYING MY LEVEL BEST. THERE'S NO NEED FOR ME TO BE SO HARD ON MYSELF.

STOP WASTING YOUR TIME REGRETTING AND DOUBTING AND START MANIFESTING BESTIE. GET BACK ON TRACK.

IF YOU'RE TIRED, take REST but don't STOP.

YOU'VE FUCKING GOT THIS YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF SHIT.

REMEMBER YOU'RE DOING NOTHING WRONG.

NOTHING CAN STOP YOU FROM GETTING WHAT YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU'RE A BOSS BITCH.

MANIFESTING IS EXTREMELY EASY FOR YOU AND YOU ALWAYS SUCCEED YOU POWERFUL MOTHERFUCKER.

YOU. CAN. DO. THIS.

GET YOUR FUCKING DREAM LIFE AND MAKE THOSE BITCHES JEALOUS.

GET YOUR DESIRES RIGHT NOW. [Hang on you've already got them *smirks*]

I LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING DRAMATIC BITCH!

LETS GOOOOOOO!

Love, Moon.

#get motivated #law of assumption #loa #manifesting #anon ask

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Levi's Object

The House of Lamentation (8)

MC: I am going to have to return to the human world soon, but before I go, I would like an object from each of you that I can take with me and use to summon you.

General Content Warning: hinted praise kink, implied double dick action

I'm torn. Like, seriously torn.

I have the perfect thing to give to MC, but I don't know if I want to part with it. It might just be the most valuable item in my collection, and it's one-of-a-kind, so it's not like I can buy another one off the internet or something.

Should I? Do I? Won't I? Can't I?

When MC enters my room, I make a split-second decision and give them my gift. Well, more like I shoved it at them, but same difference. They look contemplatively at it before setting it down gently.

"You're struggling to part with this, aren't you?" they ask.

"Yes. I know it's just a script from a school play, but--"

"--it was written and autographed by your favorite author. I understand completely." They pause, a smile forming on their lips. "I will be right back." Before I can stop them, they open my door and leave my room.

My insecurities cause me to start spiraling. What if they think it's stupid? What if they're laughing at me? What if they're telling Simeon, and--

Enough.

That's strange. I've never heard that voice before. It sounds like me, but a lot more confident.

They wouldn't do that to you. They have accepted you for who you are. If they didn't like you, they wouldn't listen patiently to you as you ramble on about your interests. Furthermore, they wouldn't actively learn more about you so that they can better engage with you. They are your Henry. They would never betray you.

"Everything alright?" MC's back. "You didn't think I was running away, were you?"

"M-maybe," I nervously admit.

"I apologize. I should have told you where I was going. You see, I still had my copy of the script for With Me, and I had Simeon sign it as well." Oh. Oh my Lord. They're seriously giving me their copy of the script?!

"I left a little message for you as well," they state as they hand the script to me. Flipping to the very last page reveals their note.

ᵀᵒ ᵐᵞ ᴸᵒʳᵈ ᵒᶠ 𝑠ʱᵅᵈᵒʷ˒

ﺍ ʱᵅᵛᵉ ᵉⁿﻧᵒᵞᵉᵈ ᵗʱᵉ ᵐᵅⁿᵞ ᵅᵈᵛᵉⁿᵗᓑʳᵉᣵ ʷᵉ ʱᵅᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʱᵉʳ˒ ᵅⁿᵈ ﺍ ʱᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵅⁿᵞ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʷꜟᵗʱ ᵞᵒᓑ. ⲏᵉʳᵉ̍ᣵ ᵗᵒ ᵒᓑʳ ʳᵉᶩᵅᵗꜟᵒⁿᣵʱꜟᵖ. ᴹᵅᵞ ꜟᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵗꜟⁿᓑᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᶩᵒᣵᣵᵒᵐ ᵅⁿᵈ ᶠᶩᵒᓑʳꜟᣵʱ.

ᵞᵒᓑʳ ⲏᵉⁿʳᵞ

(Transcription: To my Lord of Shadow, I have enjoyed the many adventures we have gone on together, and I hope to go on many more with you. Here's to our relationship. May it continue to blossom and flourish. Your Henry)

The next thing I know, I throw my arms around MC and bring them close to me. The fact that they went through the trouble of doing that...no one has ever been so thoughtful towards me before.

"It's okay, Levi." Shit. Have I been crying? Wouldn't surprise me, honestly. I tend to do that when I fan-boy a bit too hard. MC proceeds to gently kiss me on the cheek, and I momentarily freeze.

"You're not playing fair, doing something like that." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop myself from saying them.

"All's fair in love and war." What to do? This is usually the part in romantic anime when the main character kisses the love interest, but do I have the confidence to do such a thing?

I didn't use to. I would have ruined the moment somehow, because in the back of my mind, I thought I didn't deserve to do such things. I was my worst saboteur.

But now...

I don't stop myself this time. Instead, I give in to my desires.

I feel MC smile against my lips as I kiss them.

"Good boy," they murmur, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm so proud of you."

Do they know, or did they stumble upon that knowledge accidentally?

The look on their face when we pull away suggests the former. Who told them?

"Surprised?" they ask.

"How...?" I'm too nervous to finish the sentence.

"In some ways, you and I are really similar." Oh. I see. I suppose that makes sense.

"Anyway, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," MC continues.

"Okay..."

"So, I've seen a few pictures of higher level demon forms, where they start looking more like the animal they're representing. You took on a more serpentine form. I was wondering if--"

"Yes." I know they didn't ask their question, but if I'm correct...

"Even in your human form?" I nod my head. I knew it. "How does that work? Like, do you take care of one at a time, or are you doing both simultaneously?"

"Usually one at a time. I don't have enough coordination to do both." Where is this conversation going?

"Would it overwhelm you to do both?"

"I...I don't know."

"Wanna find out?"

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

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