#so yeah. do tell me on anon or in the comments if u feel comfortable

[mainfaggot]

hi oomfs. I have a question for those of u who know what it's like to be really like. very. suicidal ... what has stopped u from dying thus far?

#for context if u dont already read my depressing ass text posts: i have suicidal thoughts pretty often and two (2) times i have seriously #planned to off myself . but im still here mainly bc the first time i was treated for severe depression and an*rexia and got a bit of hope #and the second time. well thats now actually #I've been contemplating dying in the summer for the past couple months and it sounds insane bc well. it is death right #and thats pretty final #but i might not do it out of fear or out of desperation for a better life and hope of re-creating myself #idk i just want to know how people who understand this in some capacity think #so yeah. do tell me on anon or in the comments if u feel comfortable #z.post #ed ment

[nevernonline]

hihi! its the anon that requested the 14th member in another gg and performing a sexy concept!! i loved the ones u wrote recently and i was hoping (pls dont feel pressured to do it!!) of u could continue with the rest of the members. ur writing is so nice btw🫶

bubu, hi!! yes, ofc!! it's sort of long bc im insane, but thank u sm. ily. (srry this took so long lmao?) 🖤☘️

svt reactions to member and their gg and their sexy debut concept (cont.):

wonwoo: 

Wonwoo was always somewhat of a protector for you. He took it upon himself to shield you from the bad side of being an idol. Comments, questions, people trying to get in your pants. It’s common for a female idol to be burned in the spotlight, especially when they’re around 13 guys a lot of the time. Between dating rumors, fans' assumptions that you HAD to be hooking up with at least one of them, he always shut it down even before you or the company had the opportunity to do so. The night of your debut showcase the company threw a small album release party, family only which included a lot of the members from various groups between pledis and hybe. Your group's videos and concept were plastered playing on the large LED display, which was catching the eyes of some male company staffers and idols. Wonwoo was sitting across the room from you, watching as people praised your hard work and talent. He didn’t think much of it until someone asked him if they thought you’d give them your cell phone number so they could ask you on a date. He wanted to tell them no for you, but figured you should be able to fight that battle yourself so instead he beat him to it. A text pinged in your phone from Wonwoo telling you to meet him outside on the patio just so he can congratulate you, instead of just asking you out himself. Not just as friends, but much more.

jihoon: 

When your team manager and the ceo sat jihoon down for a conversation, he definitely did not expect to be asked to help produce a song you wrote for your new group's debut ep. He would have done it in a heartbeat even without the company’s executives praising him and ready to bed for his music expertise. He was always willing to work and help out a friend. When the day came and you stepped into his sacred studio space, he was nowhere to be found, you’ve been in the light colored room often, but never alone. You took your time getting comfortable on his couch, playing with your phone while you awaited the arrival of your close friend. When the door alarm buzzed and unlocked, revealing Jihoon and his arms full of snacks and sodas for you both to enjoy.  “Sorry I'm late, I tried to text you but I left my phone in here before stepping out.”  “No worries, Hoonie. Is it just us then?”  “Yeah, everyone’s a little busy today. That’s cool?”  “Obviously. So before we get started should I tell you the concept?”  “That would be helpful, y/n.”  Jihoon was always a jokester especially with you, it was easy to play around with him.  “So, well, okay. It’s basically a song about seducing someone, we’re trying a sexy siren concept.”  Taken a back slightly, Jihoon couldn’t recall ever having to be sexy or seductive in a concept before, even as trainee’s when the company had you do battle of the sexes.  “Do you have some lyrics?”  “Yeah, here.”  ‘Fear not my temptation, but deliver me from the thoughts in my own head. Using my voice, I’ll promise to make these boys wind up dead.’ “So you’re basically using boys as playthings and then killing them, praying mantis style?”  “Basically, yes.”  “Want to hop into the booth and try some stuff?”  Hopping up from his couch and placing the heavy black headphones on your ears, a sultry piano and bass riff played. You sang the lyrics both you and Jihoon were coming up with on the spot, not realizing the way you were swaying under the pink lighting of his booth. Touching your body slightly, getting into the groove of the song.  “Uh, y/n?”  “Yeah?”  “Can you stop moving like that? I mean I like it, but it’s a little distracting.”  “Oh my god, sorry I didn’t even know I was doing that.”  “You’re lucky you’re cute.”  “So the seduction of the song is working, is what you’re saying though?”  “A little too well.” 

seokmin: 

Seokmin was the most supportive friend you could ever ask for. He wasn’t shy to tell you how amazing you did while performing or how beautiful you looked in and out of your stage costumes. When he took his seat next to the rest of the boys in the glass box of the arena for your debut showcase. He wore the merchandise and clung onto the picket with your face on it out of anticipation to actually get the opportunity to watch you perform without him. As soon as the lights went down on the stage, the crowd began cheering your fan chant, he studied their words and joined in himself, forcing the rest of your team to do the same. The pitch black room filled with screams made his heart pound fast. Why was he so nervous? You came into his view, the bright stage lights bouncing off of your glowing frame, he noticed your smile as the song began to play. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he watched your interactions with the rest of the girls, the fans, and even the sneaky look up to him. He truly felt like your fan girl, singing along with you, dancing the choreography, and shouting your name louder than anybody in the room. The rest of the members tried to get his attention, but he was so intoxicated by watching you that he didn’t hear them. His fixated gaze on you had others watching him watch you. When it was all finally over, Seokmin couldn’t leave his seat for a good five minutes, his heart was beating faster than it should. The guys pulled him backstage to congratulate you. His hands were sweating now, pulling up to your door. Seeing you open it, now in a matching gray sweatsuit, halfway done with taking your makeup off. You hugged the various members and saved Seokmin for last. Whispering in his ear how grateful you were for him. The rest of the guys sat around teasing your biggest fan, laughing at the videos they took as he watched you. You caught a glimpse of his face, a pretend smile clearly embarrassed for the things they were saying.  “Okay, guys I’ll meet you at the restaurant. I’m going to take a shower and I’ll be there soon.”  With various goodbyes and see you laters you tugged Seokmin back into the room.  “Wait. Hold on, mister. You okay?”  “Yes, I’m good. I’ll see you at the restaurant, y/n. Good job.”  “Stop it. I could tell you were embarrassed by them. Why?”  “Not exactly, I guess I should’ve been more careful how I was reacting out there with all your fans. If they have those videos then someone else does too. I’m sorry.”  “Why are you sorry? Those are the sweetest videos ever. You looked so happy, Seok.”  “I feel like I embarrassed you or something.”  “You? You could never embarrass me. I love you. Wait here? Come to the restaurant with me.”  “ I’ll wait for you always.”  “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”  And with a peck on Seokmin cheek, you both spent the night reading all the comments about how sweet his support for you was. 

mingyu: 

Mingyu got the opportunity to be a special MC for the week of your group's new debut, meaning he would get many opportunities to see you and your friends in action on stage and interview you during the broadcast. When the time finally came and you were waiting for your interview he was prompted by the producer to take the side of the interview stage next to you, simply because fans would love it. Watching you parade onto the stage in your small denim shorts and corset top adorned with black ribbons and lace, made Mingyu’s heart swell. The way your newly blonde hair cascaded down your exploded back was distracting him from his duties as host, just up until the slate came into his view.  “Hello, everyone, welcome back we’re here celebrating a new debut today, please welcome Spice. Hello hello.”  Claps rung through the studio as your eyes linger on Mingyu’s exposed fangs.  “Mingyu, what is it like seeing y/n up here with a group other than Seventeen? Jealousy? Happiness?”  Jungwoo’s comments made the rest of your team giggle, watching the over six foot man still tower over you while you stood on the riser next to him.  “Jealousy, for sure”  “And y/n or the rest of spice how do you girls feel having a self proclaimed kpop fossil in your midst, how are you dealing with her ex-members? Are they in your business all the time? Do they offer advice?”  “Well, I know Mingyu’s lying when he says he’s jealous. He actually texted me last night and told me he was proud of me and excited I’m out of his hair now.”  Your members agreed with you, stating they saw the text too while you were all preparing for your showcase.  “That’s not true. The pride was, but we miss having y/n around to keep us in check.”  “Okay, Spice members, we wanted a sneak peak of your debut stage for your song ‘Red Lips’ which one of you would like to give us a little tutorial on the choreography and an intro to the song?”  Unanimously your members chose their leader, you to give the two boys a sneak preview of your new track.  “Spice’s famous leader y/n, let’s go. Music Queue.”  You began the point dance by squatting, tracking your movements with your hands up your body, before spinning your frame around so your back was facing the camera with your hurt in full display. When the clip ended Mingyu put his large frame in front of you so the camera couldn’t hold the shot too long, protecting the last of the innocence you once had when he met you.  When your interview was finally over you and Mingyu ended it with a tight hug where he picked you up off your feet  that was caught on camera.  Safe to say the internet shippers went wild for a long time after that.

minghao: 

Minghao was doing an interview for a fashion magazine alongside the other 97’ members where they were being asked about some of their favorite things. Mingyu brought up your group's new song ‘Pure’ and Seokmin brought up how beautiful the music video was, both of them talking over each other about how fun the song is, and how it makes them feel excited when they work out. Minghao was just sitting nodding along, non-verbally agreeing that your group had some of the best new music in the industry and that you’ll be the next breakout idol group. The interviewer then asked other than the newest song by you, which song was their favorite, just keeping the conversation going. Mingyu still answered ‘Pure,’ Seokmin said it was the ballad of your album called ‘Skeletons.’ And Minghao said your first title track, ‘All Over.’ Which was actually banned in many schools for being too addictive, mainly due to the content of the video or maybe the explicit lyrics. When he was asked to elaborate he just simply said that he loves when people feel confident enough in themselves to do whatever they want. The clip was circling the internet, making silly jokes about how maybe Minghao sits around, watching you do scandalous moments for his own pleasure. Which was far from the truth, but he didn’t mind. Getting the opportunity to perform at the same time as you on a music show meant he would get to see the song live for the first time. He watched your group parade around the stage in small skirts and button down tops, imagining himself doing the partner choreography with you instead of the dancer you got assigned. When it was finished you came off the stage, right into his view.  “Better in person?”  “Maybe. I don’t think you're very into your dance partner though, no chemistry.”  “Really? He’s cool and not bad on the eyes, but yeah he’s not very interesting. Kind of a wet blanket actually.”  “A wet blanket?”  “Yeah, you know no substance. Soggy, whatever.”  “Maybe you should ask to swap to someone else?”  “No, it’s alright. He did try to ask me out at practice the other day though, literally in the exact moment we were doing that wild floor part, not really the best moment to ask someone out when they’re on top of you. But, go off.”  “He asked you out?”  “Yes..”  “Why? What the hell. That’s unprofessional.”  “It’s okay, Hao. I told him no.”  “You really should get a new partner.”  “Like who?”  “Me. I can think of lots of other stuff to ask you if you’re on top of me.”  “Oh my god.”  “Wait, that came out so wrong. Not what I meant.”  “Are you sure? I was a little excited.”  “Oh. Well in that case, meet me later in the practice studio. Let’s try it out.”  “You’ve got yourself a deal, partner.” 

seungkwan: 

After watching your debut, Seungkwan was wildly proud and supportive. He’s watched your confidence grow an exceptional amount alongside him. The praise from the fans felt like it was for him a little bit too, not in a selfish way but just because you blossomed into adults together. A few of the idols from your company got asked to be a part of a reality show about a day in the life of an idol, you and seungkwan both agreed knowing it would be fun to do together, especially since you haven’t had many opportunities to interact due to your busy schedules. For promotions of the new season you were paired together for interviews with various magazines and online programs. In the interview with Marie Claire the journalist had you play a game of truth or drink where you sat facing each other and the table between you had stacks of questions. You both were doing well, laughing, getting slightly buzzed on the shots of tequila that were provided until Seungkwan pulled a truth question, trying to buy himself a chance to skip a drinking turn. “What would you do if another idol was making a pass at the other player in front of you? How would you react?”  “What kind of question is that? Drink, Kwan” “Can I pick another one?”  You and Seungkwan were giggling and laughing over the prospect of someone making a pass at one of you in front of the other, the PA prompted him to either answer or move on, he wasn’t able to pick another option.  “Ok, I’m going to drink.”  “Ah, come on. Now I’m curious.”  “I’ll tell you later.”  Seungkwan and you finished up the last of your interviews and headed into the black suv parked outside of the studio.  “So tell me now about that question.”  “It’s just weird to think about anybody asking you out, I mean I know some have tried, but you’ve always turned it down. If someone did it in front of me? Damn. I’d probably laugh in their face first of all, which is rude I know. After that I’d probably yell at them how disinterested you would be.”  “But, what if it’s someone I’m interested in?”  “Please, who are you interested in, you've never said anything before?”  “You.”  “No way. Stop fucking around, y/n.”  “I’m serious. Deadly actually. I’ve always had a crush on you, why would any sane single person turn down half of these guys that are asking me out unless they’re interested in someone else.”  “You’re sane?”  “Shut up. I’m being serious. Stop being an ass, I’ll cry.”  “Then if I send your manager a card asking for permission to date you, will you accept it?”  “Why not just ask me yourself?”  “I’m a traditionalist.”  “Then you’ll just have to see what she says when you do.” 

vernon: 

Naturally Vernon wasn’t a jealous guy, he was just some dude that couldn't care less what other people were up to. He was so excited when he heard that you’d be debuting with new girls at the company, proud that they chose you to lead them with all of your experiences alongside him and the other members of your group. You and Vernon always had a special bond being the same age, having similar stories of how you became an idol, he appreciated having someone around who could understand him only through body language as did you. He came to surprise you and your new team on the day of your debut, carrying coffees, helping the staffers with luggage’s, bandaids, holding the hair and makeup team's bags. He really just wanted to show you he cared and was excited that you were moving on to bigger and better experiences in this industry. Vernon was never one to ask too many in depth questions about concepts and costumes, he knew the company would take care of you and he didn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself. As you were getting ready to take the stage, your manager asked him if he wanted to take a seat with them backstage and watch the view from the side. He told them no, mainly because he didn’t want to be a distraction and also everybody knows the side view is never exciting to see for the first time. As the team filtered out of your holding room Vernon took his place on the leather couch, watching your unit get into their positions. He never noticed your outfit until now, a black leather jacket, tight white tank top, and a pair of tight leather shorts with garters attached running the length of your bare legs all the way down to your chunky loafers. It’s not that he never thought you were beautiful before, but something changed now. He decided to open his Twitter app, seeing what people were saying about your group as you continued your performance. Vernon wished he hadn’t seen the comments about you made by men over half your age about what they’d like to do to you after seeing your bare legs. Suddenly he realized he wasn’t the only one gunning to be with you, but he was the only one who stood a chance. 

chan: 

Chan always made you feel special, when he heard your group's new song it gave him an idea to beg your production team for a cut so he could create a Danceology as a surprise. Something big and dramatic to make you feel good and maybe a little to impress you. He enlisted the help of his friends Yeonjun and Changbin to make it extra fun for his fans to see three well liked idols performing a sexy girl group choreography made by him. The day came where it was about to be uploaded, so he arranged a small get together with the two of you to watch it’s release on YouTube, you weren’t sure why he asked you to come hangout with his friends and do a weverse live with him, but you never missed a chance to see him especially now with your busy schedules.  “Hello guys. So we’re doing this very special live for y/n actually. I have a surprise.” “A surprise? It’s not my birthday, channie.”  “Doesn’t matter. I may or may not have made a very special danceology episode for you.”  “What the fuck, oh sorry. What? Why did you do that?”  “Because I wanted to, the reason we’re here on live with everyone is to watch it before it goes up and you can see it before they do. Sorry everyone.”  “Okay, yes. Thank you, show me, show me, show me.”  “Alright, y/n may I present to you a special danceology to Spice’s ‘Pitch Black.”  The pair of you both clapped your hands as your manager pressed play revealing Chan, Changbin, and Yeonjun wearing black tank tops and different shades of ripped jeans, a match from the music video your group had just released.  “Oh my god. This is insane.”  Chan didn’t say anything back, but just kept watching you watching his gift for you, until he noticed your eyes click to one of the other three in the trio. A gut feeling had him knowing that your attention wasn’t only on him, but he shoved it down until the fade out of the song came on.  “Wow. You guys killed that shit. Yeonjun and Changbin thank you guys too, it was amazing. Thank you.”  “You liked?”  “Chan, it was so good. That part where Yeonjun came into the front and did the hip swivel thing? Iconic.”  “What about me?”  You ruffled his hair, laughing confused why he was so serious after you made the comment about his tall friend.  “You looked very cute.”  “Cute? That’s it.”  Aware you were still broadcasting live, you pulled your phone out to text Chan and remind him of it, he told the fans that you guys will come back after going out for some dinner to talk more and reminding them to watch the video before you go live again before saying goodbye.  “What was that, y/n?”  “What? It was amazing, I told you? Did I say something wrong?”  “It’s nothing, just nevermind. Let’s go get some food.”  “No come on, no angry eating. What’s wrong?”  “Just, I guess I’m jealous. I did all of that for you and you were stuck watching my friend. I’m sorry.”  “Because I complimented him on one part over you? That doesn’t mean anything, you were so good. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you the entire time aside from that. You were amazing.”  “Yeah, emphasis on cute huh?”  “If I tell you how sexy you look, will you stop pouting and buy me dinner?”  His award winning smile crept onto his lips.  “Only if you tell me ten more times.” 

#❃ - duffytalks #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons #svt reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

[saltynsassy31]

no cus i totally understand your frustration, ive also quit splatfests for the moment until they get an overhaul

i suggest if you feel close to getting hateful to either shiver or shiver fans then maybe quit for a while for your own sake cus ive felt a lot better after doing so, im still really sensitive to negative comments towards frye or rude ones about shiver winning but taking some time for myself has made me feel infinitely better

ive been close to hating shiver before bc of how cocky and rude them and their fans can be but it doesnt really do anything but sour your enjoyment of the game more, so its really not worth it

i do have to say though, anyone who says "its just a game" reaaally needs to understand the frustration of people OTHER than them, sympathy is something a lot of people forget about when it comes to things that arent real life. just because it doesnt affect you doesnt mean everyone can shut off their attachment to the game or a character like a light switch; a lot of the time you dont know whats going on with them. i myself am really attached to frye cus i am hashtag autism creature and he brings me comfort, so anyone being rude to me about shiver winning really REALLY gets under my skin. its not entirely (if they were serious, if they werent then its not at all) their fault, but nintendo fixing the frustration of splatfests constantly keeling in one direction (which theyre supposed to do anyways but they havent) would definitely fix the issue. we need to find a way to have nintendo fix this, not attack anyone else for what bundle of pixels and text theyre attached to.

not everyone has really thick skin and if we want splatoon 3 to be more hospitable then we should try to cut down on the general splatfest bullassery in public spaces (being overly cocky and rude/blaming others in a way with no basis or truth behind it). its not something everyone can always do since we arent all perfect, but if we make steps in that direction then we could help more people enjoy the splatoon community rather than being eaten up by toxicity and spite

i didnt word all of this entirely correctly so like interpret ad best as you can cus im eepy but yeah.

a fye for u to enjoy (also ur anon is off btw)

u dont have to but for the sake of not being harrassed id appreciate if u didnt tag with public tags

👏👏 PREACH

I don't want to quit playing it, I do enjoy splatfests, to a certain extent, i like going with my friends and i made a lot of new friends through it, it's like, the online community that I'm having a problem with

I don't hate shiver, I thought I did but I can't, she is still a comfort character (tho Frye is like, my obsession besides being my comfort character cuz I am also part part the 'tism XD), in a way, I like her dynamic with the group at least, she annoys me, yes, very much so, but I don't hate her

And I don't hate people who like her either

Who I do hate is people being mean about it, I had turned off anon cuz of a stupid person who was going around every frye support account anonymously just saying mean stuff and praising shiver as the best, I just forgot to turn it on, so thanks for reminding me 😅

Saying that "It's just a game" is so annoying to, tell that to the football fans, they go just as crazy if not more so

Splatfests are ment to be fun! You should be able to enjoy the splatfest without having to worry about people fighting

I don't like fighting with people, I hate how angry I become, how mean I can sound sometimes, I usually just vent without interacting

At least she won in Japan, so that is one other win under her belt, I just wish she'd win more in the future 😔

Oh also I almost didn't participate in this splatfest either and I did only because I haven't had time to play and I haven't finished my catalogue yet 😅 I usually use splatfests to up my catalogue quicker lmao

Also, don't worry, I won't tag anything that could get you harassed, if anything does happen, please block for your health, I don't want anything happening to you, you seem very sweet ;w;

Edit: also YOUR FRYE PLUSH IS SO CUTE! I've been seeing people get her but idk where to buy her!!!! Where'd you get it? :0

#salty rants #salty answers #ask #ask box open

[willowfolksong]

Hello! Hopefully ur having a great day 😊

I don’t know if you accept requests and if you do, I don’t know if they are open or not. So please don’t mind me if they aren’t available at the moment.

Can u make a part 2 of “Your first date with them after coming out of a toxic relationship” with Haitani brother please include both ofc separately, sanzu and kokonoi but if it’s too much you can take kokonoi off. Not bonten them put them in the past!

You can freely ignore and not do this don’t feel pressured or anything please! Thank you! Take care of yourself. 💜🥰

Your first date with them, after coming out of a toxic relationship

a/n: hiiiiii anon!!!! Here's your request! so sorry for the late response!!! so I did both Haitanis and Sanzu, but left Kokonoi out, because I really wanted it to be as... Realistic as posible? And I think I remember him having some sort of girlfriend during this time? and her being in the hospital and Kokonoi working to pay for her bills? idk, something like that, and so it would have been kind of complicated for me to write. It would be much easier to do him in bonten era, but you didn't want that, so I sticked with this three. BUT if you want him just tell me and I'll do another one for bonten Kokonoi just for you ☺️. hope you're having a great day as well!!

Love,

Willow ☀️

(Requests are currently closed, but I'll let you know as soon as they open ☀️)

Part I - Part II

Ran Haitani

✨ You twirl and turn and look at your back and then front countless of times, and still don't feel comfortable to go out. It's not the dress. The dress is actually beautiful, and you were lucky enough to buy it in your favorite colour.

It's you.

You and your total lack of confidence.

"Are you really wearing that?" your ex had said once, looking you up and down with clear disgust.

"Well...yeah? Why?"

He had snorted, shaking his head as if talking with a stubborn kid that doesn't want to change her muddy pants before going out "You should know by now that wearing dresses is not your thing. Please, take a better look at yourself in the mirror and find something else to wear"

✨ Ran knocks on the glass of your window when you're almost about to change. You jump out of your skin and look everywhere for a place to hide, but you're only option is to get out of the room entirely, and that would probably be too weird. Not as weird as the guy you're having your first date with entering your bedroom thru your window, tho.

✨ He looks you up and down and then hums, coming to stand so close to you than you can smell the minty flavored gum that he has in his mouth

You gulp, all nervous at the proximity "Hi, Ran" it's what you come up with "I thought you would wait for me outside?"

"I got bored" he says, shrugging, his eyes never leaving your frame "And I really wanted to know what was taking you so long"

"It's nothing, sorry. I'm gonna change real quick and we'll go"

✨Before you can turn around for your closet, Ran grabs your by the wrist and spins you, arching an eyebrow at your comment.

"What was that?"

"I'm gonna go change" you say again, feeling your cheeks grow impossibly hot "I don't really like this dress on me"

Ran laughs, a genuine laugh that makes him throw his head back and hold his stomach. When he's done, and under your perplexed look, he makes you look at yourself in the mirror once more.

"Look at you" he whispers in your ear, trailing his hand down your right arm "Are you sure of that?"

"Dresses don't really suit me" you tell him, and the look he gives you in the mirror is a stern one.

"Who the fuck told you that, hm?" he asks, and even tho his tone is sweet, you can feel the underlying anger "This dress is gorgeous on you"

"I-..."

Then he chuckles quietly, and drops his head on your shoulder to bite you near your collarbone. "The dress would be easier to take off" he adds, before taking a couple of steps back with his hands raised "But do whatever you want, darling. Really"

You blush, watching him sit down on your bed "Ahm... Alright?"

"I'm gonna wait here for you, alright?" he anounces, looking around curiously.

You refrain from telling him that it's only your fist date, and that you barely know each other, aside from all the times he's chased you after school to ask you to go out with him. He's already in your room, after all.

✨ And so you don't see, when you exit your room to put on some mascara in the bathroom, how Ran gets up, stretches his arms above his head and does a quick scavenger hunt around your room to find something, anything that could give him a clue about your last relationship. He feels as if he should meet the guy.

✨ He finally finds what it looks like a torn picture deep inside one of your drawers, and snaps a photo of it with his cellphone, before sending it to his brother.

"Find him"

He wants to have a few words with him.

Rindou Haitani

✨ You're more than shocked to arrive to the restaurant and find Rindou, surrounded by a group of people.

✨ They're around ten guys, talking loudly between each other, while Rindou remains mostly quiet, nodding once in a while. But even tho he doesn't seems interested in what they're saying, it's clear that the rest is there for him.

✨ Confusion slowly morphs into fear of interrupting something you shouldn't, and you remember as clear as day what your ex used to tell you about interrupting him when he was with his friends.

Pulling you aside, away from prying eyes that could see him grip your arm so tight that turns purple, he whispers angrily in your ear.

"I've told you this before. Don't interrupt me when I'm with my friends"

"But you said..." you try, but he only shushes you and grabs you harder.

"I don't wanna hear anything" he tells you "You don't interrupt me when I'm with my friends"

✨ And so you turn around, ready to bolt, but in just that moment, Rindou happens to look up and spot you.

✨ He yells your name and every conversation around him dies, at the same time that all heads turn in your direction.

✨ You can only walk slowly towards him, ready to apologize profusely. Rindou watches you approach with an unreadable expression in his eyes, and as soon as you're next to him, pulls you to his side and squeezes you tight.

✨ You're surprised, and can't do anything but silently watch in awe how a huge grins splits his face in two.

"Took you long enough" he tells you, not letting you go.

"Hey, Rindou..." one of the guys surrounding him starts — and only then you notice a couple of them are much older than him.

But Rindou clicks his tongue, annoyance clear on his tone "Y'all leave. I'm gonna be busy with her now"

"But..."

"I said fuck off!" Rindou yells, and everyone complies in an instant, leaving the two of you completely alone.

You remember then, the words of your friend:

"Be careful with the Haitani Brothers. They control Ropongi"

✨ You still decide to apologize, while he's dragging you by the hand to take you to, on his own words, the best place he knows.

"Huh?" Rindou turns his head without stopping "What do you mean? This is our moment. I don't give a shit about anyone but you"

✨ And just like that, you realize he's much different than your ex.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✨ You know it's a date only because your best friend told you that of course it is, and that she doesn't think Sanzu would invite anyone else to eat with him. But you're still doubtful, since Yasuhiro Muto is also there, seating across from you.

✨ You talk and talk about your day to ease the tension and, as always, Sanzu nods every couple of words, looking at you with that intense aura that you never completely get. Does he wants to kill you? Does he likes you as much as you like him?

✨ Eventually, you realize you're about to finish your food, and come to a complete halt.

"You're not suppose to finish all your food, honey" your ex whispers, smiling tensely to his friends "Remember what we talked about ?"

"But ..." you complain "I'm still hungry"

"Baby" your ex had tried again, pinching your tight under the table "You know that girls are not supposed to eat that much"

✨ You push your plate aside, clearing your throat. Sanzu, that has been looking at you the entire time, notices immediately.

"I just... shouldn't be eating this much" you say, smiling nervously. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Muto arching one of his eyebrows "It's not very ladylike"

"Eat whatever you want" Sanzu talks, for the first time since he sent you a text telling you he wanted to see you in other place that wasn't the school "And how much you want"

"But..."

"Eat" he insists, pushing the plate back to you "And keep talking"

"Are you sure?" you ask, chuckling "Am I not boring you guys too much?"

Muto only shrugs, but Sanzu shakes his head and crosses his arms in front of his chest "No, you're not. I like it"

✨ You don't know why when you're having dessert, Sanzu gets up all of the sudden and leaves you under Muto's care. It's not like his friend tells you much, just explaining that Sanzu has something to do, and will be back in some minutes.

✨ You also don't know, that Sanzu is meeting your ex, and giving him the beating of his life, because he found out about how he acted when you two were together. You're just really happy (and a bit relieved to not be alone with Muto anymore) to see him again an hour later.

✨ That day, Sanzu holds your hand for the first time, with the one he used to punch your ex in the face.

#ran haitani x reader #rindo haitani x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #rindo haitani #haruchiyo sanzu #tokyo rev #tokyo rev sanzu #tokyo rev scenarios #based on a taylor swift song

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Hiiii I saw ur taking request so I wanted to request something too. So it sounds depressing and would It be okay if u did a Bts reaction where they have a kid but their s/o passed away and now the kid is in kid of depressing mood. I’ve lost my dad and I wanted to see how they would deal with it?

He comforts your child after losing you ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Angst

A/n: Dear anon, I'm deeply sorry. I totally understand the pain of losing a father, and I hope in some way, you'd find comfort through this.

Also!! I just realized (after writing the entire thing) that I might've read your request wrong, I'm not sure if you're referring to the s/o being the member or the reader but I've taken the s/o as the reader because I'm not entirely comfortable writing about the members in that sense. I really hope that's okay with you and I also hope this is what you had in mind ahhh :(

Kim Namjoon:

"Son?"

The boy's head turned at the sound of his father's voice, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

"You're up?"

Namjoon nodded, dumping the sheets that he was about to put into the washer onto the couch. With slow steps, Namjoon walked towards his son who had placed a chair a few feet away from the main door and was seated on it.

"What are you doing?"

The boy chuckled lightheartedly, turning to face the open door and pointing towards it.

"Sometimes I feel like mom would just walk in through the door like she always used to."

Namjoon looked at the door with little to no expression on his face.

"She would always bring me chicken sandwiches from the bistro at work. I still can never forget the jingle of her keys."

The boy glanced back at his father.

"Do you feel that way too? That she could just walk in?"

With a little tug on his trembling bottom lip, Namjoon cleared his throat and reached for another chair, dragging it and sitting beside his son.

"I do."

Both boys turned to face the door back again.

"Not just through there," Namjoon tentatively looked into his lap. "Sometimes I feel like when I wake up, she'll be there."

"I miss her," the boy admitted in a low whisper. "It's been hurting a lot more the past few days."

"Yeah?" Namjoon reached out and touched the boy's shoulder. "You can talk to me whenever."

"I know," he acknowledged. "I know."

"I'm not going to say that it gets better eventually. Life is never going to be the same without her. But you're not alone, that much I can assure you of."

"Thanks, dad." The little boy looked back at the wooden door.

"But in case mom does come back, I'll make sure to tell her just how much I love her. I never got to tell her that."

The corner of Namjoon's eyes burned when tears filled them, a broken sigh escaping his chest.

"She knows."

Kim Seokjin:

“Here,” Jin placed a bottle of soda before his daughter. “You’ve been working too hard.”

“I have to,” she commented with a little shrug. “The little ones need me.”

Jin carefully observed his daughter’s expression.

“They need…” she finally continued under her father’s stare, “a mother.”

Jin tried to cover the sharp intake of breath that he took.

"Darling," Jin gently touched his daughter's head. "You're too young to think that way."

She nodded a little. "I hope you don't feel bad when I say this, and I really want you to know that I appreciate the way you work so hard for all of us. But they don't understand that mom can't come back. They still write letters to her, they still include mom in their class drawings and stuff, and they miss her."

Jin sighed deeply. "I know. But that doesn't mean you need to take on the responsibility of a mother. I'm here for that."

"I'm sorry, dad," she spoke gently averting her gaze. "I just don't want them to feel the way I do."

"How do you feel?" Jin sat down beside her but kept some distance to give her her space to think and speak openly. The teen raised a hand to bite her fingernail before deflating into a defeated sigh.

"I know that mom is gone. I know that I don't have a mom now. I don't want them to feel that just yet. They're too young."

"Darling," Jin shook his head. "You're too young, too. Let me be the parent here, please. I don't need you to take this stress. Okay?"

"I don't know if I could do that, dad," she smiled tightly. "Sometimes doing things for them keeps me preoccupied and at the same time, it makes me feel close to mom. It reminds me of the way she used to work for us, the way she used to care for us. It makes me feel like...I'm becoming like her. I want to keep doing this."

Jin nodded in understanding.

"I'm sure mom is so proud of you for being so strong, just like I am. But I need you to promise me that if you ever feel weak, it's okay to feel that way, alright? You can lean on me."

A soft smile graced her features, a little nod following.

"I know, dad. Mom taught me that, too."

Min Yoongi:

"Dad, no," the little boy groaned, stuffing a pillow over his face. "I don't like pancakes."

"I know you do," Yoongi spoke softly, placing the plate beside him on the bed. "Please, just try it for me."

"I've not eaten pancakes for the past two months and you know why, dad. You make them perfectly and I don't want it that way! I like my pancakes b-"

The 12-year-old grew silent, staring at the plate beside him.

"Burnt? Like the way mom used to make it?"

He looked up at his father with tears in his eyes, immediately taking the plate into his hands.

"This smells the same," his voice cracked, reaching into the plate and picking up a pancake to bite into.

A little cry erupted from him, tears falling from his eyes and onto the plate.

"It tastes the same too."

"Mom used to always forget about the pancakes on the stove because she used to get too absorbed with the orange juice that she used to make. And you would always feel too bad to make her throw them away, so you'd eat them anyway, yeah?"

The boy nodded through his tears. "I miss her so much."

Yoongi smiled sadly, sitting down on the bed and patting his son on the back.

"I miss her too."

"Why can't she just come back?" he wept into the plate, teary eyes staring down at the almost black pancakes. "Why can't she just come back to us?"

"I don't know, son."

Yoongi reached into the plate and broke off a piece of pancake for himself.

"I really don't know."

"Do you think mom feels sad when she sees us this way?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't want her to be sad."

"Me neither," the boy admitted. "I want her to be happy."

"I guess she wants us to be happy as well," Yoongi said. "It's difficult, but she won't like to see us this way."

"I'll try really hard, dad. I'll do anything to make mom happy." The boy sniffled, taking another big bite and wiping his tears away.

"We'll make her happy, wherever she is. Okay?"

Jung Hoseok:

"Son?"

The young man turned to face his father, raising a hand to wave at him.

"Hi, appa."

"What're you doing here?" Hoseok frowned, reaching him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "All okay?"

"I quit my job," he got straight to the point. "I didn't feel like continuing there. I just came to tell you that before you got to know from someone else."

"That's okay," Hoseok's grip tightened around the boy. "That's perfectly fine. Are you feeling any better?"

He shook his head a little.

"I feel relieved that I don't need to be responsible anymore. But I'm not that thrilled. A part of me knows that sitting at home all day is not a good reason to leave a job, but that's what I feel. I hope you're okay with that."

"I am," Hoseok nodded. "Take all the time you need. Even if you wanna stay in bed or watch TV all day, I don't mind. You do what makes you happy, okay?"

"I'm not sure if this could make me happy, dad," he admitted. "Nothing really makes me happy these days."

"And that's okay too," Hoseok encouraged. "Honestly, I'm not happy at all, either. But we're trying, yeah? We aren't giving up, and that's all that matters."

"I hope it's not weird," the boy was already cringing, "but can I hug you?"

"Of course," Hoseok chuckled, pulling his son against him.

"Sorry," the boy laughed under his breath. "I've never really hugged you, is that weird?"

"Not at all," Hoseok smiled into the boy's shoulder, letting his palms run along his back. "We should do this more often."

"Right," he chuckled awkwardly, pulling away from his father. "I don't really like hugs, but today, I needed one."

"I'm glad you came to me, son," Hoseok spoke softly. "I hope I've not been too bad of a father."

"You haven't," he shook his head. "I'm sorry I've been so distant. I just needed some time, I still do."

"Take all the time you need."

Park Jimin:

"Sweetheart," Jimin sighed in relief, worried eyes meeting his daughter's own red ones. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"I'm sorry," she looked away, playing with the little bouquet of flowers that she made for herself. "I just wanted to be with mom for a bit."

"You should've told me, bubba. I thought something bad happened." Jimin couldn't control the concern that was evident in his voice. He sat on the floor beside her, patting her back gently.

"I'm just glad you're safe."

"I'm always safe when mom's with me," she mumbled, her eyes falling back to the gravestone and gazing at your name written in cursive letters.

"I just got tired of being at home. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry I got you worried."

"It's okay, now." Jimin looked down at the flowers in her hand. "You made that for her?"

She nodded meekly.

"I didn't have money to buy a bouquet, so I made one."

"Your mom loves yellow," Jimin commented. "I'm sure she's feeling really happy seeing you."

"But I'm not happy," she looked away. "You always talk as if she's still around. It hurts. It gives me a sense of hope that I know I shouldn't hold onto."

Jimin exhaled shakily. "I'm sorry, baby. It's not been easy for me either, sometimes I try to comfort myself by pretending that she's still there. I didn't know it's been hurting you. I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay," she whispered. "I've been doing things that hurt you, too. So I guess we can call it even."

Jimin nodded, leaning back onto his hands and looking up into the sky.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I left my wallet back at home, dad," she reminded him again.

"Ah, right."

"But I'm hungry," she looked at her father. "Can we go to mom's favorite place?"

Jimin finally chuckled with a little nod.

"You took the words straight out of my mouth, darling."

Kim Taehyung:

"Dad?"

Taehyung looked up at his son over the bridge of his specs.

"Yes?"

"Can I have your signature on this?"

"What is it?" Taehyung held his hand up for the paper that the 15-year-old boy had in his hand.

"It's a letter..." he trailed off, placing the paper in his father's palm. "A warning letter."

Taehyung pursed his lips, reading the words on the letter carefully.

"45% attendance?" Taehyung looked up. "You leave for school every day. Have you been bunking classes?"

The boy looked to his feet with a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"Where do you go?" Taehyung inquired, placing his glasses on the table to look at his son. "I'm not mad that you're bunking school. I used to do it too, but I need to know where you go. It's not safe."

"I go to the beach," he confessed easily. "I go there with Dan."

"Okay," Taehyung nodded.

"I'm a little upset that you've lied to me, but it's okay. I understand where you're coming from. I'll speak to your teachers."

"I'm sorry, dad," he apologized again, feeling a little guilty. "I just... I can't concentrate in school. I don't like being at home either."

"I understand, son," Taehyung gently smiled. "It's not an easy time, so don't stress about this. I'll speak to your teachers and ask them for a short leave. They'll understand."

"Please don't tell them that mom died," the boy rushed, panicked eyes filling with tears. "They'll tell everyone, I don't want that to happen."

Taehyung looked pained. He let his eyes run over the teenager who was wearing a pair of black shorts and a plain white tee.

"Okay," he agreed. "I won't tell them that. Call Dan and go out somewhere, get something good to eat, I'll give you the money."

The boy gulped, nodding hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"Don't be. I'll figure something out, but we'll go to grandma's place for a few days okay? I'll speak to your teachers so you don't worry about that."

"Thank you."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook held his breath when the door creaked, slowing his movements in fear of waking up his daughter. Poking his head through the little gap, Jungkook's eyes landed on his little girl laying on the bed with her back facing the door.

With little steps, Jungkook made his way over and gently sat on top of the bed. She stirred at the dip in the bed, her little head turning to see her father lie beside her.

Jungkook froze at the familiar scent that filled his nostrils, his eyes immediately filling with tears at the olfactory memory.

"I hope you don't mind," she croaked into the darkness. "I found this in my closet. It was like mom left it in there for me to find it."

Jungkook's fingers gingerly touched the cotton material of the pajama top that his daughter was wearing, too big and too real for her. He remembered how his daughter used to hate it when you wore it because it had so many ugly flowers and frogs that you had attempted to stitch onto it, but the way it hugged her tiny frame made Jungkook sigh sadly.

"It's alright, sweetheart," Jungkook murmured, resting his head back against the pillow and leaving his palm open on the bed.

"I'm sorry I've been skipping school," she continued with a small voice. "I'm sorry I don't-"

"It's okay," Jungkook spoke kindly. "You don't need to apologize for anything. I understand."

She grew silent, remaining still and little soft breaths escaping her parted lips.

"Appa?"

Jungkook turned to face her when he felt her little hand slip into his palm. He held her hand and delicately traced his thumb over her skin.

"Hmm?"

"Can we sleep in the same room? I'm scared."

Jungkook nodded instantly, but she couldn't see it in the dark.

"Of course. Why are you scared? I'm right here."

She took in a shaky breath, finally letting a sorrowful tear slide down her temple.

"I'm scared of waking up and finding out that I've lost you too."

Jungkook tightened his grip around her hand, turning onto his side and simply gazing across at the side of his daughter's face.

"I can't promise you that you won't lose me," he spoke realistically.

"I don't know what the future holds. But I'm here now. I'm here with you. Right now, I'm not going anywhere."

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A/n: I couldn't attach any GIFs to this post, I tried a lot but I guess Tumblr is having some issues lol. I hope you liked this one :) I've written this entirely from personal experiences because this is exactly the way my mom comforted me when I lost my nana.

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What are your fave scenes in s3? ☺️

im so glad u asked anon .. ive been waiting to find an excuse to talk abt this. ….

ep2: ok so in ep2 i’m sooooo obsessed with the tiny scene where simon puts his head on wille’s shoulder like a little dog or something. there’s just something sooo innocent and wholesome about it. but then there’s also wille and august’s fight and oh my god. the way wille almost killed him just because he said a few words to his bf… like calm down but also i support u. then again I actually have found myself kinda rooting for august this season so… kinda yikes too. and oh my god wait wait i have to talk about simon’s new song. FIRST OF FUCKING ALL THE REFERENCE TO REVOLUTION BY ELIAS (which im coincidentally listening to right now)??? AND THEN ALSO HIS LITTLE CHUCKLE WHEN HE GETS THR POSITIVE COMMENTS (which are absolutely deserved. it needs to be on Spotify right now) THAT SCENE. I LOVE SIMON. BUT THEN AGAIN NOT EVEN THR BEST PART BECAUSE I INOW IT WS SAD BUT WHEN WILLE CALLED SIMON TELLING HIM HE NEEDED TO DELETE THR VIDEO HIS LITTLE OKAY… !!//&&

ep3: for ep3 firstly the pre-camp scene when wille picks up simon. the “big boy”. IM CRYING. and the hammock scene …….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. but oh my god do not even get me fuckinf started on the rave scene. that one frame of wilmon. roshella and frederika’s jealousy (ok personally i am not a stella nor frederika fan. the way they treat Felice is an absolute no but still that scene killed me). BUT ALSO WILMON’s TENT FIGHT??? I MEAN LIKE. THE SHUSHING. WILLE REFERENCINF SIMON SELLIG TO AUGUST. ABSOLUTELY. FOUL. ok but the one that really did it for me was simon and linda comfort scene. i cried during that scene. i love love love linda and simon so much no one will get it.

ep4: wilmon flirting during the inspection. no further notes . anyways sara and her dad bonding driving singing scene. I didn’t include most of sara’s scenes in my favourite scenes but oh my god can I just say sara, august, and micke this season I loved their stories sos so much. and the singing while driving scene. it hurt me. because as much as I hate to admit it micke reminds me of my own dad (and wille. wille this season. when I watched some of his scenes I got fully afraid). so yeah that’s really important to me!! ok anyway there is also the baking scene. no further notes on this one too. OK BUT THE HALLWAY MAKEOUT I SCREAMED. WHAT. I really really really need edvin and omar’s commentary on this one.

ep4: not many fave scenes in this one but my favourite scene in this ep was probably the one after simon’s home was broke into and wille runs to him and embraces him in a hug. no kissing, no sneaky flirting (as much as I love those things) just pure warmth and love and care. I loved it.

ep5: actually ep5 Broke me but since young royals is just so amazing I still managed to have favourite scenes in this one. first is the music room fight. yes yes I know it was terrible but it was terrible and I loved it. I just really loved the intensity here and it was such a huge contrast from the previous seasons too because tbh s1 and s2 to me were mostly like wille being obsessed with simon and simon being an amazing confident assertive boyfriend. but this season…. this scene… it changed. wille’s angry so much and it’s like simon is just trying his best. he’s sacrificed some of his own feelings to care for wille’s (not saying he didn’t do that previous seasons) it was biggggg. ALSO THE MORNING HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I LOVE YOU WILMON. oh OH OH AND THEN AUGUST GIVING SAFA THE LETTER. like I said previously i actually am kind of rooting for august this season and sara I love her screen time so much she’s such an interesting character. so the combo of this … it was crazy. and I honestly really enjoyed the way sara just hugged august it made me smile very hard but ngl the kiss was abit too much for me. i think that was like…not good of them to do. last but not least wilmon birthday fight. can i just say. the whole cast in that scene were amazing. you know the famous fallen angel painting. that was how amazing edvin’s acting was. it was so so intense. and simon/omar .. i respect them so much in that scene. anyways we’re not gonna talk abt the bed scene because that doesn’t exist in my little head anymore :)

okay that was it i believe. both waiting for and watching the last episode will probably include a lot of crying. but u know it is what it is!! we rock this shit right!! i love young royals with my whole heart and to the anon that sent me this ask im so so sorry for dumping all this on u but thank u for letting me talk :3 n to anyone else who saw this if u read even one paragraph of this i love you

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[autistic-katara]

ALL RIGHT! ANON FANDOM HOT TAKES!

eddie munson sucks

this one is utterly incoherent but bear with me - IF byler hadn't been planned from the start, el and mike's relationship would've worked IF hopper hadn't taken el in. hopper majorly fucked up a lot of her personal growth and her ability to function around people.

hopper should've died

the bungou stray dogs fandom is great actually

the kpop fandom is disturbing but fascinating and i want to study it

i have this insane respect for the marauders fandom cause like they built it from the ground up and if they changed the names and a little bit of the magic system it could be it's own series

yeah idk what this is sorry

THANKS FOR THE LONG ASK AAAHHH (accidentally made the reply super long srry lmao)

honestly i just dont give a shit abt him. like in a vacuum i like his character, yk he was kinda a pretty big asshole to my boy lucas and he sells drugs (idrc abt that one tho) but at the same time idk i do enjoy the idea of eddie being queer nd clocking will and/or mike nd trying to make them feel comfortable talking to him (even if that could be done just as well if not better with robin who is yk canonically queer and a way better character but idk) but all that is ignoring how fucking annoying his fans are like jesus christ why is he this fucking popular like half the fics in this godforsaken fandom r st€ddie (and look i am a shameless will-ship-smthn-based-off-of-one-small-momenter of the highest degree but i genuinely do not understand the hype for them like they literally looked at eachother twice and had eddie tell steve to get back with his ex how in the fuck is that romantic???) and yeah just he is insanely overrated in the worst possible way and the fact that this isnt even the worst case of this in this fandom just proves how much b*lly and his fans suck and yeah i did not expect to go on a huge rant abt this srry TwT

kinda agree kinda disagree. i do think it wouldve been possible for mlvn to work but i wouldnt say hopper taking el in is the problem i think ud kinda just have to rewrite alotta their interactions with some small things in the beginning but with a completely different dynamic in the later seasons (sidenote: honest to god if theyd just written hopper a bit better i would fucking love him as el’s dad like i love the found family trope and i do think they go well together but with the way he acts in s3 + the way their fight that culminates in el’s meltdown and him breaking the tv in s2 just yeah they rlly could’ve been done better)

no comment i dont rlly care (i dont hate that he survived but if he stayed dead i also wouldnt hate it)

yeah honestly while it has its problems ive been in waaaayyyyy worse fandoms and i do actually kinda like the vibe here (even if it has some of the dumbest shipping discourse i’ve seen. not the worst but the dumbest. usually surrounding my boy dazai which just bro that man is a whore ship him with whoever and no its not a proship to ship him with an 18yo bcz they have a kinda mentor/student relationship and no shipping him at 18 with a 24yo also isnt a proship bcz someone decided he was 16 or smthn which if u actually do the maths he was very much 18 and look i’m not a dazatsu shipper and odazai isnt my favourite dazai ship nor am i saying both ships r entirely unproblematic but dude this is why i dont wanna label myself an anti bcz u guys say shit like this anyways sorry that was a super long side tangent it will probably happen again)

again no comment, i know jack shit abt kpop

uhhh i hate everything related to hp so again no comment

again srry this turned out so long 😭

#oh god this is gonna take me an age to tag- #stranger things #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #anti steddie #anti mileven #shipping discourse #pls dont cancel me for this 🙏🙏🙏 #uhhh i think thats it? #asks #ask game

[bonesandthebees]

SHAKES UR HAND PRISMO !!!

together we can convince the bee tumblr community to become as obsessed with it as us

ALSO DAMNNN DEDICATED /POS

on a side note-

hold up

on a side side note: i get so distracted in these asks bee omfg im so sorry, i feel like my high energy can get too much sometimes KFDSJKDF pls let me know if u need me to turn it down a notch, i just get excited whenever i talk about fics soo aksdfjkSKJDF

anyways on the original side note: talking about the bee tumblr community just made me think about it, it really does feel like a sort of family <3 i love seeing all the random updates from the different anons here and getting to connect to you and to each other, it feels much more wholesome and secure than places like twt LMFAOO but idk it's just nice <3

i had tumblr for awhile but i never used it until i started reading the asks here, and it took me awhile to join in bc i felt intimidated skfdkjsd which is ironic bc yknow i could always go anon? but idk it just felt like everyone had their groove going and i didn't want to intrude, but i joined and i never felt that way

anyways oops this got long (as it always does kjfsdkj), but i just wanted to say that i appreciate you bee <3 for letting us anons n non anons ramble in ur ask box and analyze ur fics and/or just straight up scream noncoherent things

this has been a bright spot in my life lately and it's really special to me <333 and ur genuinely like . one of the kindest authors i've met, but you also have such a good sense of your boundaries n stuff, i admire you really. ur super cool

and also to all the other sillies in bee's asks, i appreciate u guys too <3 ur all super cool people, and i love hearing what you have to say :)) it's genuinely really nice and comforting to be a part of this community <33

lol no you're fine icy!! while it can be a Lot it always makes me laugh whenever I post a chapter of something that has sandduo in it and my inbox just fills with you screaming. it makes me so happy to know how excited my fics make you and the others though so :D

the thing you said about the tumblr community we have here is so sweet though and it's more right than I think even I realized initially. it's really nice when I see regular askers/anons pop up in my inbox and get to catch up on tiny parts of your lives and then in turn you guys talk to each other—it's just so sweet y'know? the thing I really love about having such an active inbox especially with asks about my fics is that it's a lot easier for me to respond to tumblr asks than ao3 comments. I rarely reply to ao3 comments because it's really just overwhelming and then I'm like "well if I respond to one person I feel bad about not responding to everyone else" but sometimes I just don't know what to say or there's just too many comments y'know? I LOVE my ao3 comments they mean so much to me but it's really nice to have people come into my inbox here to tell me their thoughts on my chapters bc it gives me a chance to reply with my own thoughts in a way that feels a lot more like a discussion I guess

so yeah. thank you guys for coming into my inbox to give me your thoughts it seriously makes me so happy and is definitely part of the reason why I have so much motivation to post so much.

also I'm really glad you decided to start popping in here one day icy you're very fun to have around :)

one thing I've always been very aware of since getting 'big' in this fandom is how to maintain things like boundaries while still connecting with the community and my readers specifically. because I wanna talk to you guys and I love interacting with you and all that, but also sometimes people in fandom who get 'big' can be a bit strange to others or get way too involved with discourse and just stir the pot and to each their own do fandom how you want but I don't wanna do that y'know. I'm here to have a good time and I want this little community we've built to also just be a nice, welcoming place for everyone

thank you for this icy it really made me smile to read <3

#ask #icyfox17

[incarnateirony]

Wow, the entitlement of that 'why aren't u talking about tw' anon is OFF THE CHARTS. It's like people forget that Tumblr blogs are hobbies, not professional magazines or newspapers. At any point the blog you follow may get an entirely different interest, and that becomes the only thing they post about. Hell, how many Destiel blogs have basically become 911 blogs, or OFMD, or Succession? That's.... Normal. People have more that one interest, cycle through them, sometimes shift focus entirely. If anon wants someone who is obligated to comment everytime something happens, they should try signing up for some TV and entertainment magazines.

It's funny because I have literal piles of them, and a bunch baiting with "HAHA WHAT WORK YOU (intentionally misrepresents, misses, ignores, twists history trying to incite attention seeking fight)"

It's genuinely baffling, and somewhat alarming, because outright psychopathy is normalized around here to the point these people don't even realize how fundamentally fucking weird they're being. And those between the anons screaming for attention claiming SPN is *all* I talk about.

At the end of the day, it's obsessed people, that are obsessed with me because they know the truth, and can't sleep with it, and are furious and in some cases outright fucking afraid of the implications, and even angrier that they are genuinely so many fucking tiers beneath me it's like yeah okay believe whatever you want. And then they get ANGRIER???

like let's face it, they literally just want engagement, and attention enough that makes them feel validated. It genuinely seems to be pissing them collectively off that I'm so comfortable I'm telling them to sit on the big knotted dicks of the furries I'm GMing for who are infinitely more important or pressing to me right now. Fuck.

they literally Do Not Know What To Do With Themselves, they have no other meaning to their life, they have thrown away all sense of ration or personal interest to obsess over the percentage of SPN posts a blog has because they do not like what they know that blog knows, but the blog won't talk about knowing, and both before and after leaving posted both Too Much and Too Little, and still get the same accusations, and it's like. Yall stop taking out your personal issues on others, get hobbies, and get over that some people did better at some things than you did, even if it's your favorite show. You will survive not being the bestest most special snowflake fan. Clout is fake.

[gvftea]

Do you know what boils my absolute blood about tumblr? Blogs like this which encourage hate. The anon feature is too powerful. However im gonna use it to come here to try and put some things into perspective for those who are clearly struggling.

1. It is NEVER ok to tell someone to KILL themself. Never. How tf do u sleep at night?!

2. Your opinion doesnt make you right and inciting a mob mentality doesnt make u right either.

3. It was never about ai. It was about the person who shared it. It was about their writing. It was about the fact you hated her for comments made that u didnt agree with and you saw ur chance to ruin her.

4. The amount of jake ai ive seen shared by blogs who called her "disgusting" is hilarious. But its ok if someone you like does it, isnt it?

5. You all ATE her fics because they were superior. But because she wasn't as easy to digest as a person you decided she had to go. Nobodys perfect. Not even the so-called saviours of Jakes safety. Which btw is laughable. Considering the "bark like you want it" edits were all shared by you guys.

6. Did i mention its not ok to tell people to kill themselves? Yeah. I know for a fact it was one of you blogs that was once her friend. But you wont talk about that. All the times she hyped you. The times she gave you writing advice when asked. She gave ideas freely and supported other writers whole heartedly.

7. Her own DV and S/A trauma was overlooked in the discord. Nobody ever once cared. Only that she said things about what she perceived power imbalances to be. And that she didnt believe what she wrote in one of her fics to be sexual harrasment from her own perspective. You all jumped on that screenshotted it and shared it like a badge of honor. "Oh isnt she terrible" no shes a fucking human with thoughts feelings and experiences.

8. She was and still is my friend and to see her years of loving work gone is to me a great shame. Because despite what you think she wasn't disgusting. Or a monster. If u didnt like what she had to say then all u had to do was message her. The hate campaign said more about u than it did her and i really dont blame her for trying to stand up for herself when the ai drama happened. She'd had enough. And rightly so.

9. I fucking hate lists. Making one shouldnt be necessary but here we are on number fucking 9 of why you are all fucking hypocrites and not the peace loving PC army u think u are. Blogs who never fucking followed her called her names ffs. The comments made about SH and ai werent that deep but yall love to stir the pot.

10. You can disagree w/ me and carry on the tirade of hate. Just know not everyone agrees with what uv done to someone who only ever supported u all. Who is the real monster cos it aint the person who had to get pitchforks and torches and run the most misunderstood yet terrific writer we had out if here. I hope ur high horses are comfortable. I hope u dont fall off those pedestals uv all put yourselves on for being the protectors of jakes online safety. Idk wtf harm u thought could be done with a quite obviously synthetic voice just speaking smutty fiction?? Ive seen worse on tiktok. And if u think sending anons telling her to kill herself, that shes disgusting, sharing screenshots without context in order to fuel YOUR narrative of her is ok i seriously beg you to reconsider your life choices.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #jake kiszka #sam kiskza

[jamesvowles]

synth this is stranger anon! I just finished reading you stopped by my house and totally get crazy about it... first i think george should be seeking for helps he's crying and screaming in max's house but then max is getting crazy for him too. theyare so abnormal to each other

at the same time max is just pure loving like?? innocently thinking they had something after spent a week doing george. oh. luckily lando and dan are so nice. damn why they didn't fuck again max must hurt so bad (wondering that as a george fan?). i think the whole thing is george's fault and wanna see how he will handle this between his gf and max. pls tell me it'll be a happy ending!>?!

HEELLO AGAIN ANON I HOPE YOU'RE WELL!!!!!!! I KNOW THIS IS MESSED UP THIS IS HOW I FOUND OUT ALL MY FICS ARE STILL PUBLIC ADSKJHSFDKJFDHJJHJ NOOOOO. i thought i did the privating correctly but i fucked up LOL

BUT IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT SO MUCH <3 AND I APPRECIATE YOU READING IT HAHA

really putting them both thru it all and for what? u know fun fact it was going to end at chapter one with GEORGE JUST WALKING AWAY LOL but a lot of people were like "BRO U CANT LEAVE IT THERE" which is....fair

spoilers under read more

i think theyre both looking to preserve themselves in a way. i think its all good then they fuck and its like. okay so max is looking to get with someone (in my mind its also an ex, but maybe even danny) and uses george as a crutch despite their little interaction. then george thinks too impulsively and also uses max as a temporary solution. then HE GETS WITH THE GIRLFRIEND AGAIN......then he gets scared and doesn't tell max until its too late. so now he's gotta apologize

(im kind of thinking of imola 2021 where george took full responsibility for the incident w valtteri after reflecting for a bit! he made a bad judgement but fixed it immediately!)

then max resents george (because he got attached) but refuses to talk about it with george. george is willing to take accountability but max knows it'll hurt george even more if he doesn't even engage with that idea. smh my head . the pettiness is unreal. he's literally willing to kill them both if it means he "wins"; that george can never feel comfort in his own relationship again, that george is berated for what max thinks is the wrong decision, and that george will stay with max (even if in a way that is so hateful). love makes people crazy.

danny + lando trying to mediate makes me giggle. lando is really like "im sure the week with george will be fine" then comes back to fire and hell on earth. but yeah #dandobesties4eva

ANYWAYS stranger anon it will be happy dont worry i wont say how it resolves but....everything is good in da end ^_^ i drew a picture for it and everything before deleting it haha!! thank you again stranger anon!!! i really do appreciate when people comment and send asks about my stuff <3

#asks #stranger anon tag #russtappen #sorry if it was just rambling its hard to explain their dynamic in my mind #twin size mattress universe

[purpleyoonn]

HATER ANON— ur such a lewser like oh brother this guy stinks🥱👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽COME OUT SO I CAN BEAT UR ASS😕,,, ppl are getting too comfortable disrespecting writers who are literally giving us free excellent content that saves some ppl’s lives u could not write at all or charge us but u share ur gift with us out of kindness of ur heart💜,, that anon needs to learn some respect, u take all the time u need, u go thru sm u don’t even have to tell us about for them to basically accuse u of lying is crazy like what why would u lie about these things???,, & u owe us nothing u can update whenever u want u can stop updating tomorrow who are they to order u around….idk Wut’s up with these entitled brats😕and then to do it on anonymous u can’t even have dignity to show ur true self how cowardly of them like if ur gonna be a hater at least show ur identity and be up front with it, like honestly that could be someone who says nice things non anonymously but when they’re feeling like a hater they turn to anon like a coward and take out their hating tendencies —cuz they kno they’re wrong and deep down are ashamed and they kno they will be blocked or receive backlash…the mysteries of anonymous messaging can be so scary like there could be a whole dark side to ppl we believe are the nicest in the world…. It’s insane because if they saw u irl they would not say anything of the sort such cowards😭😰

(im usually a silent reader but I had to say something cuz that anon just irked me like omg ur so sweet why are ppl so mean and entitled, you just ignore that hag and live ur life girlie‼️‼️💜) (I’m not rlly violent I just said that more as just a saying and out of frustration😭) (also sorry this was so long and very all over the place and ranty just,, u have my and other readers’ support💜)

yeah at this point like it just irks me, ya know? I mean I’ve gotten some comments about posting more chapters and stuff but this seems like such a backhanded way to go about it. anon just wanted some attention maybe? Idk.

the lying part is what bothers me the most. Like I know I share stuff on here but nowhere near as much as other writers. Like should I stop? Should I just not post anything about me from now on? Idk it just makes me second guess what I post on here now.

I’m not gonna stop posting but damn, that’s the kind of anon ask I was up to sometimes. It’s ridiculous.

And thank you! The anon seemed to think I was an attention seeker but their message seemed to do the opposite of what they wanted. I’ve gotten so many lovely messages from you guys that I feel so loved ❤️❤️

#purpleyoonn #purpleyoonn ask

[miss-star-dust]

I follow u :) 

Saying why (u asked for this tiny speech):

At first it was just because I completely love your marauders head canons. They’re literally gold (genuinely, every single one i’ve seen, i’ve loved). 

Then, after following you, I read your pinned comment. Where you said you’re trialing pan when referring to sexuality.

Honestly, I’ve had a lot of trouble with labels before, I often feel judged when I choose to change whatever label I’m using, since a lot of the people I spend time around aren’t part of the lgbtq+ community and don’t understand how it feels.

I stopped using Pan since barely anyone understood what it meant. And I started using Bi. Sometimes it felt right, but most of the time it really didn’t. 

Pan feels most right for me, except i only use labels to tell others about me, so what’s the point if they don’t understand, or just belittle the label as if it’s another. 

My point is that it always makes me feel valid when I see others who are Pan, or when I see others who are changing or still figuring it out. And your trialing pan is sorta both. 

I don’t know, I guess i’m saying that’s kinda what i’m doing, trialing pan as a label, but people often make me feel like that’s not something i’m allowed to do. But then I read what you wrote and was like “Oh yeah, other people are like me, I can do whatever I want.” 

Anyway, i’m rambling, as usual. My point was that your posts always make me smile, I loveeee the way you portray the marauders, and you have a nice vibe :) 

Hope you have a very lovely end to 2023 ❤️ And a super brilliant start to 2024! 

Omg Hi!!

Thank you sm for reaching out!

I had a similar situation, I tried pan a few years ago, and no one understood (made jokes too 🙄), and bi was alright but didn't really fit me properly. But I've recently found people that have helped me feel comfortable to trial Pan again and honestly it's so good!

Don't worry anon, you're not alone! Labels are difficult, trial as many as you need to in order to find the one that you resonate the most with! (I hope you find people you feel comfortable trialing things around too)

Thank you sm anon! Reading this made me smile! I'm glad someone out there likes my random thoughts and headcanons!

I hope 2023 ends well for you and 2024 starts amazing for you too!! <3

#sylvie answers #asks

[arsonyard]

I just wanted to tell you your AO3 fanfic lives constantly in my mind rent free. It’s so wonderful to see a AFAB male reader written so well, the stories just make me feel more comfortable in my body. I saw somebody else told you this in your comments but I’m too nervous to comment there so…yeah

Anyway Tysm can’t wait for chapter 7 :)))

Anon

ANON

THANK U SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME KNOW THIS OMG

i couldnt be more happy with your words omfg, im gonna cry omfggdh thank u so much anon. Im so happy you think that about my story and that it makes you feel more comfy with your body. You're fucking gorgeous anon, im sure of it. Try not being hard on yourself, youre doing great, my dear <3

Thank u for ur words and ur support, from the bottom of my heart 🧡

#ask #Anon this is #The biggest compliment ever #Omfg #I cant believe ive helped two ppl feeling good with themselves with my silly fic #Tysm ily #No idea when chapter 7 will be out cuz im very busy atm #But ill try :)

[h0tchner]

Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It’s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

_____________________________________________________________

By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn’t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

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[queen-of-the-vampires]

Don’t Mess With The Queen

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Hybrid!Reader

Word count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none

Request by anonymous: Could u do a imagine where the reader is friends with the mystic falls gang and is a werewolf and finds out that she and klaus r mates?

Summary: People who you want to call your friends are planning on killing the love of your life. It’s your job to show them who’s really the boss.

Author’s Note: This is a female!reader. I did change this request a tad, but I hope you like it! I haven’t written for TVD in a while now, so please bear with me on this. After asking a few people, I have decided to end this on a fluffy note. I did write an angsty alternate ending, but I don’t know if the anon who requested wanted that or not.

No one knows why you’re really here. They all think you’re their friend, so they feel comfortable disclosing their plan right in front of you. You want to be friends with them because they seem like genuinely nice people, but they are so fueled by rage and revenge that they’ll do anything to get it… even plotting against your mate, your sire, the love of your life.

Stefan and Damon have spent their entire life fighting each other and putting their noses in places where it doesn’t belong. Elena and Caroline have always been the people who want to fix others, to make them better even if there is nothing wrong with them. Bonnie is always stuck in the middle of everyone’s problems, putting herself and others in danger for no reason.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Elena asks, taking out the last bit of weapons she has stashed in the Boarding House.

“First thing we need to do is pick a location. When is Klaus most vulnerable?” Stefan asks.

“Yeah, the last time we did that, Elijah betrayed us. That moonrock or whatever was our only chance to get him at his weakest.”

“You were one of Klaus’ bitches. What do you think?” Damon asks and turns to you.

“What?” you ask, pulling back from your own thoughts.

“You spent over two years sired to him before Tyler saved you. You must know things that can help here,” Elena says.

What she says is true. You were sired to Klaus for two years, but not in the way they believe. You were sired to him in the beginning when you were first turned by Klaus’ mother. You were a werewolf that was in the same village as Klaus and his family. You two became fast friends, always leaning on each other whenever his abusive father and your abusive mother decided to make you two their toys.

Everything was going fine until one of your own decided to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. There was a family friend of Esther, Tatia, that she used her blood in a spell that would make them the Original vampires. Klaus wanted you to have the same thing, so without his parents knowing, he gave you some of that wine. You were the first-ever turned hybrid that came from a spell.

You and Klaus have spent every moment together ever since. What the gang of Mystic Falls doesn’t know is just how old you are. They think you were just another hybrid that he made with Elena’s blood, stuck with him against your will. Tyler found your pack in the mountains and proceeded to unsire every single one of Klaus’ hybrids. When Tyler got to you, that’s when you started to catch onto what he was doing.

If Tyler wanted to desperately to save you, then you were going to act like you wanted to be saved. You came to Mystic Falls and befriended the vampires in the town. Now, they all think that you hate Klaus as much as they do when really, you’re just as in love with him as you were when you first met him.

“He really liked hiding out in the woods, though, they’re usually on werewolf territory, so good luck trying to get there. It’s probably why you can never find him. The werewolves will get to you before he does. He hears chatter in the wind and he moves to another pack site.”

“That’s smart,” Caroline comments.

“Yeah, so you’re not going to find him there.”

“Guys, we need to figure out something, or else more people are going to get hurt,” Elena says. Sometimes, you really want to kill her so you don’t have to hear her speak. “Klaus needs to die.”

Hearing them talk about killing the love of your life enrages you a little bit. You could take every single person in here without breaking a sweat, but you don’t turn to violence just yet. You take out your phone to let Klaus know exactly what they’re planning. You’d be a bad girlfriend if you let them attack without warning him.

They’re planning on killing you, my love.

It’s cute if they think they can.

They seem hell-bent on figuring it out.

I’m not afraid of them if that’s what you’re worried about. They can’t hurt me even with their best player.

I’m worried someone is going to get very hurt. What should I tell them?

Tell them where I am. Let them come. If it’s a war they want, I’m only happy to provide.

Are you sure?

I’m always sure, love.

You put your phone away and look at the small group, getting up to join the elite circle.

“I do know where Klaus lives.”

“That would have been nice to know a little earlier, don’t you think?” Damon sneers.

“Damon, don’t,” Stefan butts in. “Where is he?”

“New Orleans. That place is crawling with witches and vampires, but he and his family are stationed there.”

“How do you know this?”

“Because he took me there once. The witches will know once you arrive, but most of them are scared of Klaus anyway that they’ll help you blend in. Everyone from that town knows the Mikaelsons are royalty, but their castle doesn’t have a lot of guards protecting it. If you want to get to him, that’s where you want to do it.”

“How do you know all of this? This seems awfully suspicious for someone who isn’t sired to him anymore.”

“He still thinks I am. He’ll call me every day and ask for something. He figures if he has a hybrid in another state that I can do his dirty work for him elsewhere. You want to get Klaus? That’s how you’re going to do it.”

“She does have a point. Better to take this fight to his turf than ours. He’s more comfortable there,” Stefan points out.

Now that they know a location, it didn’t take long for them to come up with a plan of attack. Of course, you told everything to Klaus as soon as you were on the plane to get to New Orleans. He told you not to worry about a thing because he’ll plan a little something for their arrival.

No one messes with the King and his Queen.

When you land in New Orleans, the gang is eager to carry out their plan of attack. Just like you said, the town is crawling with witches who sense you the minute you landed. Every single witch knows you by heart, so they’re confused why you’re with them and not with Klaus. Your love must have only told them the basic information instead of what was really going on.

“Okay, where is this son of a bitch?” Damon asks.

“The French Quarter is where he likes to hang out. You’ll want to start there. Caroline and Elena will blend in more since they’ve never been here, but you two might stick out like a sore thumb. Just be prepared. If anything, I know these guys so let me do the talking.” You pause right in front of the group and turn to Bonnie. “And Bonnie? These guys know you’re a Bennett witch. Try not to do magic unless absolutely necessary. Klaus has a thing with witches.”

You lead the group into the French Quarter while keeping your head down to avoid conflict. The group follows your lead until you reach the middle of the place you call home.

“Stay here,” you say and leave the group on your own.

You approach the small bar within the Quarter, and lean over the counter a tad, looking at the bartender.

“Is Klaus here?”

“I’m right here,” you hear your lover’s voice. You and the Mystic Falls gang turn to see him standing in one of the many doorways that enter the French Quarter. “I hear you’re looking for me?”

“Where in the world did you hear that?” Damon asks, giving you a side glare. You step away from the group and speed over to Klaus, standing just a tad behind him. He smirks and doesn’t break eye contact with the older brother. “Traitor.”

“It isn’t a betrayal if I was never on your side to begin with,” you state.

“What are you doing? You’re not sired to him anymore,” Stefan tries to appeal to you.

“My sire bond wore off in the tenth century. I’m a lot older than you think I am. I really did want to be your friend, but you’re all so driven by rage and revenge that you can’t leave us alone until we’re fixed to the standards set by you. Next time you plan to kill someone, you should think twice about who you let into your home.”

“We should get going,” Elena whispers.

“Always the level-headed one, Elena. Too bad you can’t,” Klaus grins.

Stefan and Damon try to leave using their vampire speed, but they are blocked by the spell put there from the witches in this town. It’s like a big spell to trap the four vampires and the one witch inside. Caroline steps into the sun and immediately screams in pain, seeking the shade to calm her burning skin.

“My daylight ring isn’t working.”

“Yes, you’re all trapped here. For how long is still yet to be determined. Welcome to the French Quarter ladies and gentlemen,” Klaus chuckles.

“I can’t use my magic,” Bonnie panics.

“The next time you even think about going after Klaus, I won’t be so nice,” you say.

Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, whispering something into your ear.

“Pardon us, we have other business to tend to.”

Klaus leads you away from the group, and only when you two are alone, does he turn you so that you’re facing him.

“You can relax, Klaus, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am alive.”

“I can take care of myself, love,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, but isn’t it better when I do it?”

“Tenfold.”

“Always and forever, my love,” you whisper.

You lean in and press your lips to his, showing him just how much you love him.

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