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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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"I'm going to beat you so bad that you're going to wish I was 17."

LOOOOL WOLFFE YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR OWN DEATH WARRANT 🤣

And I don’t think Fox will be forgetting about that Shiny anytime soon either . . .

Lol, poor Wolffe, luckily he can handle it. The Shiny, however, cannot.

Also, tumblr was being dumb about this post and I don't know why.

This is getting ridiculous, you decide as you rearrange the Chancellor's schedule to make room for his Physical, and flat out cancel his meeting with Anakin. It has been weeks, weeks, since you've been able to be alone with Fox.

You tap your foot on the carpeted floor, and glower at the schedule. Everytime you try, that new guy keeps redirecting you to Thorn, or Thire, or Stone and it's getting to the point where you're going to beat the Shiny to death with your datapad if he doesn't stop.

"My dear," Your gaze snaps to the Chancellor, "It appears that my meeting with Anakin has been canceled."

"He had a Jedi thing he needed to do. Something with the kid he's trying to raise." You reply honestly, for once. "So that gives you an hour of free time this afternoon, if you wish to duck out early."

"I might just." He muses, "Thank you, my dear." He pauses and looks you over, "You seem stressed, young one, why don't you take the rest of the day off."

You glance at the schedule, all the Chancellor has left for the day is a series of appointments with doctors, so you nod. "I think that might be a good idea. Thank you sir." With that decision made, you power down your datapad, and you head towards the elevator.

You hit the button that takes you to the lowest levels, and you make a beeline for Fox's office. Only to get intercepted by that one, damned, shiny.

"Welcome back!" He says cheerfully, "Commander Thorn is available if you need to speak with someone."

"I need to talk to the Marshal Commander." You reply.

"I'm afraid Commander Fox is busy." The Shiny replies brightly as he tries to herd you towards Thorn.

"Is he in a meeting?"

"No ma'am,"

Your smile twitches slightly, "On a call?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Then he can make time for me." You say flatly, as you turn to head towards Fox's office. You're stopped when a firm hand wraps around your wrist.

Your gaze drops to the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, and then you look up at him, genuine surprise on your face. "The Marshal Commander has better things to do than talk to silly little girls."

The Bullpen is totally silent for a moment, and you see Thorn and Thire heading your way, while Stone hurries into Fox's office. And you smile nicely.

"CT-9735, correct?" You power your datapad back on, and switch to a different page, "How would you like to be reassigned? Let's see, the 104th and the 91st need people-"

"You don't have the authority to do that." His grip tightens around your wrist, and you don't wince from sheer force of will.

And then another hand wraps firmly around the Shiny's wrist, "Let them go." Fox's voice is very low and very, very angry.

"She seems to think that she can reassign me-"

"They speak with all of the authority of the Supreme Chancellor. If they want to reassign you, they more than have the authority to do so." Fox interrupts, and you're finally released, "What's more, at this point I'm considering reassigning you myself."

"Commander-"

"Personal Assistant Yuu has free reign to enter my office whenever they desire." Fox says flatly, "And if you have a problem with that-"

"She's a vain, shallow girl! She has no business bothering you-"

"There is nothing vain or shallow about them." Fox bites out.

"Sir, you don't know her-"

For a moment, you worry that Fox is going to just shoot him, but then his expression clears. He turns to you, a small little grin playing on his lips.

Stars, he's so handsome, you love him so much-

And then your train of though cuts off as he crashes his lips against yours, immediately setting one hand on your hip while the other lightly caresses the back of your neck.

You stand on your toes, your arms sliding around his neck as he lightly nips your lower lip, and you whine softly.

And when Fox breaks the kiss, you let out a groan of disappointment, but he just chuckles and presses his forehead against yours. "It's about time," You breathe out.

Fox grins at you, "I'm going back to my office. I'm taking them with me. The next person who tries to bother me is getting shot. Am I clear?"

Thorn has a wide grin on his face, "Crystal clear, sir! Have fun."

#star wars #star wars au #PA AU

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 2 years ago

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Sick Sister

First Tumblr post ever, i work on wattpad but i want to also post my stuff on here. Anyways hope you enjoy

Requested: No

Warnings: Fainting, Hospitals, and one mention of ambulances

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Mattie’s Pov

“Mattie” you woke up to Jay pulling your covers off.

“Jay stop, it's so cold in here, did you turn the heat down or something?”

“No, I even turned it up last night cause I swear I could hear you shivering”. Jay said while going to feel Mattie's head.

“Gosh Mattie your burning up”

“I'm going to go grab the thermometer and call will, I'll be back”. Jay said while walking out of your room.

“Alright Mattie, I'm back”.

***

Jay called Will six times in the past hour taking the hint that he was busy or he just didn't want to answer so he called Connor in hopes that he would answer.

“Hello? Jay?” Connors tone confused on why his co-workers brother would call him

“Matilda has a fever of 103.1. I gave her tylenol around an hour ago and doesn't seem like it's working”.

“As her doctor im saying you should bring her in, but if you think she's ok then you can keep her at home”.

“I'm going to bring her in and-”. Jay stopped mid sentence hearing a loud thump. “Mattie, Matilda?”

Connor could hear Jay running up the stairs trying to figure out what happened.

“Jay-Jay, what's going on? Talk to me”

You felt a familiar feeling in your stomach, either it's because you're hungry or you need to throw up the crackers you ate.

As soon as you stand up get really dizzy you try to shake off the feeling but you can't, so you attempt to head down stairs but as soon as you take your next step you feel your body hit the floor and everything goes black.

According to Will and Jay you tend to faint every time you get sick but you don't remember so you just believe whatever they say and go with it.

The first time this happened Jay thought someone broke in since it was 6 in the morning. You swear you heard will yell that it was just you and not a criminal but your brushed it off thinking it was just a dream”

***

“It's Mattie, she fainted aging” .

“Make sure you put her feet up i'll let will know”

Before connor could finish jay hung up to call an ambulance”

***

“What've we got, Maggie”? Will asked as the paramedic handed over the young girl to the hospital.

“Matilda Halstead, 15 years old, found unconscious by her brother… Will you can't handle her, you the hospital protocols, I swear i didn't know”

Will was just left standing there as he watched his little sister being taken care of by other doctors.

***

Wills/No Ones POV

“At this point i think we should just put in the hospital with 24/7 surveillance everytime she gets sick” Will trying to make a joke

“First of all she hates hospitals and needles so that's a no, and i just realized that i forgot to tell voight i wouldn't be there. Haileys probably thought i've gone missing from not answering anyone's phone calls”.

Just then Connor walks in “Ok so she's ok now and you can see her now, she's dealurios but that will wear off soon. I wanted to run a few tests and it looks like she suffered from heat syncope. It looks like it's what causes the fainting every time she gets a high fever” .

“Thank you Connor”. Will replied

“Anytime guys, anytime”.

***

Mattie’s POV

Just then you saw your brothers come in and will told you to stop playing with your iv

“Ha you two look alike for some reason”

“That's because we're brother mattie” Jay said while coming sit down next to you

“Mattie? But the doctors told me i was matilda am i impersonating someone” You whined

“No Matilda, we call you Mattie for short so you're not impersonating anyone, '' Jay said, trying to contain his laughter.

“Hey, stop laughing at me. Your so mean” You said almost crying

“Oh mattie jay just a 3 year old in an old man's body” Will sighed trying to calm down mattie

***

The rest of the night was filled with mattie making everyone laugh then connor discharged her

“Is she asleep?” Jay says when will comes down stairs

“Yep she finally let herself relax and sleep”

“She's just like you jay”

“And how she's more like you” Jay gasped

“She loves to be babied when she sick just like you” Will chuckled

“Since you wanna keep coming at me like that you're in charge of waking her tomorrow morning”. Jay commented

“What?”

“See you tomorrow night will”

Will sat there thinking about how he's raising two children instead of 1 little sister.

#x reader #will halstead #jay halstead #chicago #chicago pd #halstead sister #halstead brothers #one chicago #sick #fainting #hospital mention tw #hospitals

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therentyoupay · 2 years ago

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Hi, I was just wondering if technical difficulties is abandoned?

I hope you’re doing well!

*drops in after 5 years and 4 months with a technical difficulties chapter update*

*disappears*

cover art made by @angel-gidget ♡

03/08/23. HELLO, HELLO, HELLO, ALL, LONG LONG LONG TIME, NO SEE. ♡ Can you believe it? When I first published this story (first to tumblr, then to ao3), I had just moved to Japan! When I posted ch. 7, I was still living in Japan, and would stay there for another 7ish months... and in the 5 years and 4 months since posting the last chapter, I have moved to three different cities in the United States and started a Ph.D. program. (I am currently halfway through my PhD program!!!!!) What a wild ride. Also, we lived through the pandemic?! And I bought a house! Over the summer! The market was vicious.

So, then how did I get the inspiration/time/energy/motivation to write Ch. 8, you ask? Marvelous question. I lied down in bed last night to go to sleep "early" and ended up reading an utterly hilarious play-by-play commentary on Bad Books, Good Times of a popular fantasy novel series—and I'm not quite sure what it was about "poorly written books explained by hilariously clever book lovers" but I suddenly had a craving for fanfiction, so I opened up my Books app on my phone, and my eyes fell upon a sudden recommendation for my downloaded copy of technical difficulties. And I thought, "Am I suddenly and weirdly in the mood to jot down some notes to start Ch. 7 right now? By golly, I think I am."

4.5 hours later, I'd written the whole damn thing from scratch on my phone in my Notes app. (Messily! Half-assed! But I wrote all of it down!) I then spent another 6.5 hours today filling in the gaps and "editing." This chapter (and the one that will follow it) has been in my head for more than half a decade, but I just haven't had the space to get it out until now!!

I think one of the most beautiful parts of getting a PhD is how completely it blows your perfectionism tendencies utterly to bits, and one of the really interesting byproducts that has come up in my acdemic writing is just how quickly I can crank out decent-enough writing (skill-building!!). In my case, I think so much of it has to do with just being able to word vomit fairly well while not trying to fix anything until the whole damn thing is basically done. So, I applied that knowledge here! Behold!

This isn't to say that I'll be writing the final chapter anytime soon—I may be on spring break right now and may have had a stroke of Writing Inspiration in the Wild™ last night, but I'm still finishing my last semester of classes and learning advanced Python and working on my milestone paper for my doctoral program and preparing to present at my next conference in June and preparing my proposal for my dissertation next fall. BUT! The important thing is that I will post the last chapter of this story (and all my other stories)! Eventually!! ;)

No BETA for this chapter because I gotta THROW this out onto the internet and get back to coding, so bear with! I may do minor edits for it in the near or distant future. Also, please note that I have not watched any episodes of Miraculous Ladybug after the finale of Season 1, so this fic is very much a ~time capsule~ from the past. If there is any additional lore that might otherwise apply to the plot of this fic, please know that I don't know about it, and I am keeping myself selectively ignorant on all matters of Miraculous Ladybug season 2 and beyond until after I finish this story the way I originally intended. ♡ Woo!

as for, tumblr, sadly, to be honest, I'm never really online anymore! I'll respond to comments here on ao3 ASAP, though. ♡ LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU. ♡♡♡

#roarlikethunder #miraculous ladybug #therentyoupay fic: technical difficulties #marichat #ladynoir #adrienette #ladrien #love square #therentyoupay fic update!!#i hope you're doing well too!!#therentyoupay anon

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cybernightwanderer · 5 months ago

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My life was over before i was even born.

I haven't popped up here in a long time... Not because i didnt " need to vent " but more like, i hit a point where i was/am so alone, even the ghosts in tumblr won't be here. I know im alone, i know i don't have anyone in this world, a hand to reach out and save me from this hell, no one that loves me...i mean if my own parents didnt love me, who the fuck could. Im so exausted from " living "... So so exausted,,, I keep asking myself " what am i doing here? why am i here? i need to die"... Im basicly just waiting to die..no will to live, no personality, no likes, no dislikes, no goals, no wishes, no dreams, no one that wll remenber me, or wish i was there...just nightmares and memories of all the painfull and reocurring memories, over and over again, showing me that i shouldnt be here.. My lonelyness is so deep that i revisit my past just to have a glimpse of someone else but me.. I need to die...heck! i shouldnt even have been born...i was/am here just to serve a mother who didnt want to raise her kids alone, i was here to cater to the men in my family, i was brought here to be a slave and punished for all the women who suffered in my family. It's been 3 years and 4 months now, since my last job...this last job i suffered some " mild " sexual harrassement, and i say mild, because in comparison, nobody tried to rape this time, nobody beat me up... But i was saotaged, exploited, yelled at, humiliated, threatned, overall bullied, i tried to defend myself " dont talk to me that way " , i took photos , proof of the exploitation and abuse, of the sabotages, i hired a lawyer, i did everything right this time, i tried to protect myself at all costs... and that cost me the rest of my savings, my honor, even the lawyer scammed me and got away with my money... If that is not proof that i shouldve died along time ago then i dont know what.... I am unemployed, traumatized, my body is weak, my mind is fucking week...and nobody will hire me because of my looks, and my speech... 3 years going on 4 ...I will eventually be on the streets.

I keep questioning my reality more than ever...am i really a hardworking person? i tought i was...or maybe i was just workaholic to escape my mother, the pain she caused me, the slaving away and the mothering i was forced to my own brother... I am dumb, i am not assertive, i smile too much when i dont know what to say and when im embarrassed wich is anytime i talk to anyone, i am not pretty, i am too ugly for the customer to look at, my hair look dirty because its all cracked from the stress, my teeth are crooked, missing, yellowish, my body is bigger than my head, i have become overweight, even tho there are days i dont even eat, because my will to die is stronger... Is it the tattoos??? but its so common now to see workers with tattoos, even those with direct contact with a client, at the supermarket, at the post ofice, at the doctors, even piercings... So it's def not the tattoos or the piercings... Nobody hires me because of the way i look, of the way i talk.. and more specificly because of 3 years unemplyed... My ptsd caused me to be on auto pilot, hiding away from the sexual assault and the constant abuse...slowly i wake up here and there... and it's too late...it has become worse. What does one do when they cant even get a job? i dont wanna be homeless, i dont want to be raped, attacked, i ... I suffered too much, i've suffered enough in my lifetime...when does it end?? why does it keep getting worse and more painfull??WHY? the pain is too much i can barely breath, but not enough to kill me...what a miserable life..

#suicide #depression #ptsd #sa #dv #abuse #trauma #homeless #jobless #unemployed

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fishermanshook · 9 months ago

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 INTRODUCTION & BYI + DNI

“WHO ARE YOU?”

hello one and all !! the name is cupiid , and I have been writing fan fiction for 1 year now (09/06). I’ve been on tumblr for about 3-4 ish years though , so I’m not new. although , I am still learning more about this app ! ｀(^ ▼^)´↑

I’m a bisexual minor who is currently going through the trenches ( high school , writers block ) who barely gets to see her darling wives ( alice & emily ) due to the war ( work ).

This blog started as a passion project of mine and was inspired by others in the community.

ʚɞ → [b badge] doctor , memory & enchantress main !!

ʚɞ → ♡︎ : enchan. , coord. , priestess , journ. , batter & “faro lady”.

ʚɞ → “fav trope[s]?” : [childhood] friends to lovers

ʚɞ → “main blog” @octopaii | oc @idv-the-fashion-designer

BYI

Feel free to chat anytime !! Just send me an ask and I’ll always be down.

I may be slow to follow back, as I always try and follow others who post similar content to me. [IDV x reader , as long as I’m not in their DNI]

I might not get to asks straight away due to legit just not knowing what to say sometimes, sorry about that in advance !!

I’m DEFINITELY a little slow when getting to asks, please don’t think I’m ignoring you! Most of the time I see it but I just don’t have the time [ at the moment ] to answer it.

I like to joke around a lot, including sometimes calling my friends swear words to joke around 😭 If you need tone tags or don’t like it, don’t be afraid to tell me! I’d rather drop the joking than be dropped as a friend.

DO NOT involve me or pull me into YOUR drama. That’s not something I want to have to deal with.

I stalk peoples accounts some most of the time 😭 you can and WILL catch me red handed

any notifications you get come from my “main” account, octopaii !!

DNI

basic dni criteria.

racism

zoophile

pedofile

supports Israel (🇮🇱)

ableist

pro-shipper

MAP’s

keiji x sara shippers [yttd , GTFO !! I h/c them as found family shush] [also pro ship]

shin x sou shippers [yttd , literally abuser x victim tf]

pro/com shippers

etc.

TAGS:

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🎥 ✮⋆˙NOW PLAYING — regular posting

‧₊˚🌿✩ ₊˚ GREEN WITH ENVY. — yan!character (or reader)

⋆˚ 💗˖° HEAD OVER HEELS! - fluff

⋆౨🎞️ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ PLAYBOY NOW PRESENTS... - smut

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･CRY ME A RIVER. - angst

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updated: 09/29/24 , blinker by @ddenryu

#🦋 | navigation #🎥 ✮⋆˙now playing #idv #idv x reader #identity v fanfic

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emetoniche · 1 year ago

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I mean, geez, I was super young when it started for me. Like, really really young. Tw for trauma, sexual harassment, emeto, and my crazy rambling stories under the cut.

Basically, I think I was about five when I started watching those roller coaster vomiting videos on YouTube. I was obsessed with them; I even had favorites that I had memorized the exact title of so I could go back and watch them whenever I wanted. Or, rather, whenever I had access to a device with internet. Even back then at five or six I knew that this would probably not go over well with my parents, so I would always use incognito mode or delete my history after watching the stuff. It got to the point where seven-eight year old me would steal my mom’s phone/tablet/computer to watch this stuff.

Back then I thought I did it because I found it funny. Like, you know, “ha ha that idiot just puked all over himself what a dummy” kind of stuff. Anytime I would play doctor with someone I would discreetly try to get them to pretend to puke. When I played with my stuffed animals or my toys I would pretend to make them puke then comfort them about it. (We’re gonna ignore the fact that I was ‘married’ to a stuffed animal until I was about 16. I had no friends, okay? My parents moved way too much and I was homeschooled. But yeah, it was usually just that one stuffed animal puking.)

As a side note, I’ve been boy crazy since literally preschool. I had a crush on this little boy named Antonio in my preschool class cuz he brought live lobsters for show-and-tell and I thought that was, like, the coolest thing ever. It was like if I didn’t have a crush on somebody, I felt like I was missing something, some driving force. I was so desperate to be loved and cared for unconditionally that it started to get really unhealthy and I was using online methods. All of a sudden I was being taken advantage of, guys video calling me to jerk off while I just messed around with myself. (I’m like sixteen at this point.) Eventually I recognized what was happening and literally destroyed the tablet I was using. (Smashed against the wall till it snapped in half.) But this whole paragraph was just a side note to the whole comfort part of my emetophilia and why it’s so important to me. Back to the emetic stuff now.

Anyway, at about twelve I started looking up more detailed queries on YouTube. Instead of “vomiting on roller coaster,” I was looking up “hot guys puking,” “cute teen boys throwing up,” “hot teen guys vomiting in toilet,” etc. It got to the point where I realized that this probably wasn’t normal, by a long shot, but I was twelve. I had no idea what a kink even was. It wasn’t till sixteen that it finally clicked in my head that I thought puking was hot. Only with specific people in specific ways, but yeah. It was crazy hot. For me, the puking has to be done by a male, and one that I find attractive, and it has to be natural. No shame for people who like purposeful vomiting and vomiting during sex and stuff, but I’m just into the natural, actually sick stuff.

At first I thought it was just me. I was terrified because I didn’t realize that emetophilia was a thing. I just kept thinking that I was some sort of freak for having a puke kink. Until, that is, one day I searched for hot guys puking on straight up Google instead of YouTube. I was so fucking happy to find all of this crazy shit all over the place. Ao3 and tumblr and stuff just opened a whole new world for me. I didn’t make this tumblr account until after I turned 18, but I was reading the sickfics way before that.

Anyway, still have yet to find my man, still have yet to fulfill my dream of comforting a weak little sickie boy of my own, but imma get there. I hope anyway…

How long have you known you're into Emeto (question for the whole community)?

Warning: pretty much a whole life story under the cut. NONE OF THIS IS CLASSED AS BEING SEXUALISED! everything that happened was out of interest up until last year and by "last year" I mean December, I was already 18 by that point, if youre turned on by the other stuff that's on you please DNI

Because I know I've known since I was really young, like when I was little my friends and I would play with dolls ad a character would always get sick because I found it fascinating. It started to become part of all the games we played and I got worried people would find out that I thought it was cool, it was like a guilty pleasure. Around age 12, my friend wanted to get out of a field trip and asked if I knew any ways to get sick, I'd never tried any but I applied logic and told them they should Chug water until it bounces (it worked, I witnessed it, probably the strangest thing I've ever seen). It was age 13 I started getting into prank channels and fake puke, I'd act like I was vomiting and I'd watch other people on the Internet because it was fun, then I noticed I was way too invested in it, like I'd get mad if it wasn't realistic enough. It was probably when I was 15 when I started looking up why I was so obsessed with vomiting because I could barely sleep thinking about how strange I was, that's when I found all these posts online about "emetophilia". I denied it being a kink for months before I just gave in. It was at 16 when I really started experimenting, gagging myself, etc. I found out my friend had a whump thing and so we both experimented with stuffing until that got weird. I know it's gonna sound weird that we were doing that sort of stuff so young but we didn't sexualise it. Last year I got into a relationship with someone with the same kink as me, we used to gag each other and one time it led to them getting sick all down themself (it was all liquid so I didn't freak out) and since then it's sort of just spiralled for me.

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto tw #puke #vomiting #emeto kink #emeto mention #sickfic #emeto fic

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ivqks159 · 5 years ago

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Inktober day11: bones

(Edit: fixed some more details

#inktober #inktober2019 #bernice summerfield #dweu #doctor who #artists on tumblr #fossil #ivqdraws #its escaping the future again!!!! sry im not getting over that shit anytime soon #its supposed to be a fake deindum skeleton according to her plan #idk present danger just said they look like floating lizard heads

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kangen-wanshi · 2 years ago

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Kisses ft Larry, Brassius, Hassel

Obviously enough, their favourite place to kiss

Tags: Separate, fluff, kisses duh

A/N: Sorry for the odd formating. I think Tumblr is glitching on me

Larry, On The Cheek

A simple man, and a simple kiss.

When he leaves for work, when you visit during his break, when he comes home, anytime, his first instinct is to kiss your cheek.

It's easy, and he doesn't have to worry about PDA much while still giving you the loving recognition that you deserve.

He'd lean down (or tiptoed up to you), and just plant a firm kiss to your cheek while holding your face with his hand.

If you're lucky, he'd sometimes drop a quick "I love you" and a bonus kiss to your temple.

During moments where he feels a little more deprived of your kiss, just hold his hand in yours and kiss his cheek back.

Might not show it, but from such close proximity to his face, you can feel his cheek heating up a little with a small smile on his face.

His favorite for you to give him is on his lips.

Again, simple man, simple request.

A peck, a longing kiss, or even something more, he's all good for it, as long as you initiate it first.

He suppose it gives him a sense that, despite his sense of normal, you still long for his affection as much as he does.

"I'll try to come home early today. So please, wait for me."

Brassius, On The Back of Your Hand

A gentleman, truly.

He has been doing this even before the two of you are together.

He just find the gesture absolutely romantic and deserving for someone as beautiful and as elegant as you are (no matter how much you argue against his word, he'll stay true to it)

Sometimes he'll even kneel for you.

Like that one time when his Sudowoodo had apparently run away, he spent hours trying to spot the tree pokemon, and you easily found it within minutes at the park between other trees.

(You asked him whether he wants to see a doctor to get glasses prescription or not but he kissed your hand thank you and you just sort of forgot about it)

A bonus to this is that Brassius' hands are quite calloused. Years of sculpting does that to a man, and you'd cherish those every bumps and scars on his skin rather than telling him to put gloves over them.

His favorite place to be kissed is hands. Specifically, his palm.

As mentioned before, the skin on his palm is thick and calloused. Small scars littered his hands, you can even easily spot new ones every other week.

If you press your lips firmly against his palm, and trace every little scar you see with your soft breathing, you'd receive one of the rare moments where Brassius just shuts up and enjoy the tingling feeling of warmth in his hand.

If he's feeling sentimental he'd probably reciprocate with a kiss on your lips, and a firm hand on the back of your head.

He may be loud and passionate, but with you, he simply can't help but smother himself in the soft gentle side of loving another.

Hassel, On The Lips

It's easy! He loves you, so he'll opt to kiss your lips to show it.

Not that he's against other types of kisses, he just thinks that a kiss on the lips should express his love more properly. And to tell people about the feelings the two of you have for each other quite easily.

Even at school, he doesn't mind kissing you on the lips. Though it might just be quick pecks, he still has an image to hold after all.

But away from prying eyes, his lips can never seem to leave yours.

Your cheek, your nose, your forehead, your jaw, and finally your lips.

He just loves you okay. Other than his obvious vocalization of it, his kisses explains a lot about his feelings.

He's the type to easily giggle during kisses though.

Small smiles, chuckle, and just full blown laughter. You name it, he'd definitely break a smile whenever he planted a kiss on your face.

Hassel doesn't have a favorite place to be kissed, but since he's quite tall, he probably would have a soft spot for kisses on his jaw or his neck.

It doesn't even have to be sensual. He can sometimes be ticklish if caught off guard, and he might just hold you by your arms as he bursts out laughing with blushes on his face.

Also love it if you initiate the kiss on the lips.

Makes him feel like he's more than just a pokemon trainer, an elite four, but your loyal, loving partner.

(A bonus point is blowing raspberries to his neck. He'll be absolutely embarrassed if it's done in public. He'd never be angry at you, but just be prepared for a series of revenge kisses when the two of you are alone).

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #pokemon x reader #pokemon larry x reader #pokemon brassius x reader #pokemon hassel x reader

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sarah-in-disguise · 3 years ago

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Open It

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader (Knives Out AU - no murder here!)

Warnings: swear words, shouting, multiple medical terms and phrases (PCOS, cancer, mass, fertility, pregnancy, etc.), angst, fluff, soft!Ransom (at least with the reader). Flashbacks in italics.

Summary: Over the course of a few short hours, your life flipped upside down. Plans for yourself. Your future with Ransom. All the pieces you’d used to build a foundation for your future, blown away in the breeze. What does your future look like now? And, most importantly, will Ransom be in it?

Word Count: 3032

A/N: This story is very personal for me, but I know a lot of you here on Tumblr can relate. It was a very cathartic process to write it all down and get it all out. While I have a great support system of family and friends to help me through this situation (read more about what’s going on here), I can’t help but daydream and wonder how one of my favorite CE characters would react. I love soft!Ransom, so I hope this delivered!

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Numb.

You didn’t know any other word to describe how you were feeling right now. Over the course of a few short hours, your life flipped upside down. Plans for yourself. Your future with Ransom. All the pieces you’d used to build a foundation for your future, blown away in the breeze.

A few months ago, your PCOS started acting up. This wasn’t all that uncommon - most people with PCOS noticed different symptoms every few years as their hormone levels changed. Originally, your symptoms had been more of an inconvenience than anything else. Long, heavy periods, an occasional migraine, a bit more facial hair. Everything was easy to fix with a birth control pill and a mild hormone replacement pill that you took twice a day.

When you started seeing Ransom two years ago, you didn’t even mention it to him at first. Ransom’s reputation clearly preceded himself, and neither of you were looking for anything serious. A year into your relationship, you forced him to at least sit down and discuss where this was headed. After admitting to each other that you’d never been happier, you set aside a few days for a long weekend getaway to discuss things further.

Surprisingly, both of you were open to marriage and to the idea of kids someday. You also agreed that neither of you were ready for those steps anytime soon - you were both relatively young, and he didn’t want to rush in and have this relationship turn out like his toxic parents or other family members. The only piece you were adamant about was that you wanted to be married before having kids, and Ransom didn’t have any problems with that, either.

He’d even given you his pinky ring that weekend as a promise ring of sorts, telling you to keep it until he had something more permanent for you in the future.

You’d brought up your PCOS that weekend, and even after talking about how it might impact your fertility someday, Ransom assured you it wasn’t an issue. In his words, “I’ve got money if we need to go down that road, sweet girl. Don’t worry about it”

And you hadn’t, until a few hours ago.

When you went in for your yearly checkup with your OBGYN last month, you’d brought up a few new symptoms you had experienced. Again, this wasn’t uncommon to have changing symptoms as you got older, so your doctor ordered a few tests to see what was up. “Just a formality,” she explained. “It will help us rule a few things out so we know what our next steps should be.”

Except this morning, you found out that the tests didn’t rule anything out. Instead, they found the culprit - a softball-sized mass on one of your ovaries.

The good news was that it wasn’t likely cancerous, but they would biopsy it when it was removed just to make sure.

The bad news was…more complicated.

“Since you have history on both sides of your family of endometrial and ovarian cancer, plus you have history in your family of getting cancer at an early age, I strongly recommend you get a full hysterectomy in the next two to three years.”

Your mind was swimming with information and everything was coming at you so fast, but the only response suitable for this situation was simple.

“What?”

With a look of sympathy, your doctor continued. “I know we’d discussed how your PCOS would work with your future plans for having kids in five or six years, but based on how fast this mass came up, I’m strongly suggesting we move that plan up if we can. There’s just too much risk waiting around a few extra years when they will likely lead to another mass and a high risk for cancer.”

“Oh.” Looking down at your hands, you nervously start fiddling with Ransom’s pinky ring. It was a nervous habit of yours - one Ransom learned soon after he gave you that ring. Unfortunately, Ransom wasn’t there to notice.

Sitting on your bed, you were still twisting that ring around your finger. Ransom would be home soon, and you still didn’t have any idea how you were going to tell him. Sure, he knew you were going into the doctor, but you were both expecting this to be a minor appointment. An adjustment to a medication. Maybe even a few more tests to narrow results down.

Not a softball-sized mass and a hysterectomy in two or three years, effectively cutting your timeline for marriage and kids in half.

While you should be worrying about your health, you were more concerned with how Ransom would react. What if he wasn’t ready for this timeline? Would he want to take kids off the table? If he was stuck on the timeline and didn’t want to give up kids, how did you fit in that future?

After all this, do you even fit at all?

When you left your doctor’s office, those thoughts were a mere whisper. You knew Ransom, and you were just starting to convince yourself that there was nothing to worry about.

That is until you ran into Linda on the way out to your car.

Exiting the medical plaza, you sit down on a bench outside the front entrance, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. You want to call Ransom, but you know he is in a meeting with a potential new author he and Harlan wanted to bring into Blood Like Wine. He’d drop the meeting for you in a heartbeat, but after a few more deep breaths, you convince yourself you can wait until he gets home.

Fate, however, wanted to throw you one last curveball.

Standing up, you start walking to your car. As you dig in your purse for your keys, you accidentally bump into someone, causing your appointment notes and surgery details to scatter on the ground.

“Excuse me! Do you not have eyes? Do you know who I am?” You knew that disgusted voice anywhere.

Linda.

Before you even think about collecting the paper scattered around you, you muster up a small smile and look up at Ransom’s mother.

“I’m so sorry, Linda. I wasn’t paying attention and I was looking for my keys.”

“Oh, it’s you.” As you start collecting your paperwork, Linda continues. “You look like shit.”

Huffing out a laugh, you continue stuffing papers into your folder. Ransom’s parents, especially Linda, made it very clear from the beginning that they didn’t approve of you. Unlike the endless line of women Linda paraded in front of her only son, you didn’t have a wealthy, well-known family to fall back on.

What you did have was your education, a stable job, and parents who actually loved you - but that didn’t matter to Richard and Linda.

Just then, a breeze came and caused your last piece of paper to take flight. Before it could get too far, Linda used her designer shoe to stomp it to the ground. As you were reaching for it, the paper was snatched up in Linda’s eager hands.

“What even has you so preoccupied that you can’t -”

At Linda’s abrupt stop, your face pales. Your mind scrambles as you stand up. Trying to figure out what piece of paper she managed to snatch up, all thoughts stop as she starts laughing.

Your heart sinks as you confirm your fears, spotting your appointment summary sheet in her hands.

After a few seconds, her laughter dies down. Throwing the paper in your direction, you catch it as she leaves her parting words.

“Ransom was so blind before, but he won’t be able to ignore this. The only reason he’s kept you around is to warm his bed and pop out a few kids when the time comes. Now that you can’t even do that, maybe he’ll see you for what you really are. Worthless.”

Worthless.

That’s the word your mind was playing on repeat as you sat on your bed, spinning that ring round and round.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the front door slam shut or Ransom’s loud footsteps as they climbed the stairs to your shared bedroom. In fact, you didn’t register anything until your own bedroom door was thrown open, colliding with the wall behind it. Ransom quickly started to pace the room, mumbling incoherent thoughts under his breath. From previous experience, you knew it was best to let him pace and blow off some steam - but you had too much swimming around in your head to remember that today.

“Ran, are you OK?”

Stopping dead in his tracks, he spins to look at you before shouting, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M OK TO YOU?!”

The next events were ones you’d seen early on in your relationship, long before you knew it was best to let him pace and calm himself down. If you let him do that, he’d eventually come to you in an hour or so to calmly discuss his frustrations. If you didn’t let him do that, he often screamed and shouted at whoever was closest and would listen.

Today, that person was you.

“There we were, Harlan and I, meeting with this new author. Everything was going well until Walt walked in and fucked everything up. We almost had the contract finalized before that shithead waltzed in and started bitching about terms of the deal he didn’t even have any fucking say over. Can you believe it?”

On a normal day, you knew whatever Ransom mumbled under his breath wasn’t directed at you.

Unfortunately, today wasn’t normal.

“What a worthless piece of shit.”

A small gasp leaves your mouth as you look up at Ransom. There’s that word again. Worthless. Using the little strength you have left, you look at him and whisper, “what?”

Huffing, he turns to look at you before yelling, “I said, WHAT A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!”

Faster than your mind can think, your legs carry you to the bathroom. Slamming and locking the door behind you, you collapse to the hard tile as the first sob rips from your chest.

Slowly, Ransom recovers from the initial shock of your reaction and rushes to the bathroom door. Jiggling the handle, he swears under his breath.

“Kitten? I’m sorry for yelling, sweet girl. Can you open up the door for me?” You can’t even hear him over your sobs.

Over the next few minutes, your crying dies down and you finally hear Ransom apologizing and asking you to open the door. Standing up, you scoff at your tear-stained face and puffy eyes in the mirror, but it’s too late to do anything about that now. Slowly, you walk over to the door and open it up, meeting a very concerned Ransom.

Instantly, you’re wrapped in his strong arms, causing the tears to start again. When he starts pressing kisses to your hair, you wrap your own arms around his abdomen and hang on for dear life. Eventually, he picks you up bridal style and sits down on the bed, settling you on his lap. After a few more minutes holding each other in silence, he clears his throat and tips your eyes up to meet his.

“I’m so sorry, kitten. There’s no excuse for blowing up at you like that. You don’t deserve to be treated like that by anyone, let alone me.”

Sensing his regret, you start apologizing as well. “It’s OK, Ransom. You have every right to be frustrated, and I’m usually better about reading the situation and knowing when to leave you alone to calm down. I should’ve just walked away when you came in. It’s just,” sighing, you look down at your hands and start spinning Ransom's ring. “I’ve got too many other things to think about today.”

After a few seconds, Ransom places one large hand over yours to stop your spinning. Using his other hand to tilt your head up to look into his eyes, he responds.

“Stop apologizing, sweet girl. You did nothing wrong. Now,” lifting your hand up, he places a kiss on his ring. “You’ve been spinning this ring since I got home. What’s wrong?”

Looking down at your linked hands, you answer. “Did you remember that I had my follow up appointment with my OBGYN today?”

“Yeah, you mentioned that this morning. What did your doctor say?”

You take a deep breath and let it out and take a moment to study his perfectly blue eyes before you continue. “They found a mass on one of my ovaries.”

Ransom, for once in his life, is speechless.

Taking his silence as an opportunity to continue, you push on. “It’s about the size of a softball, and they’re going to have to surgically remove it and the ovary in a few weeks. They don’t think it’s cancer, but they’ll do a biopsy after surgery to make sure.”

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Ransom smiles and kisses you on your forehead. “Hey, we can get through this, kitten. Surgery isn’t great, but at least the outcome looks good, right?”

Tears start brimming your eyes again and you force yourself to look away from his excited features. Once again, his hands stop yours from twirling his ring. This time, he doesn’t immediately make you look up at him.

“What else is it?”

A few tears roll down your cheeks, but Ransom turns your face towards his to cup your cheeks and wipe them away. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it.” Pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss, he pulls back. “I promise.”

Bracing for the worst and hoping for the best, you start the harder half of the conversation.

“Do you remember that trip we took last year when we talked about the future? Like if we were open to marriage, kids, stuff like that?”

“Of course, I do.” It was Ransom’s turn to start fiddling with the ring on your finger. “That’s the trip that I gave you my ring.”

For a brief moment, you catch yourself smiling at the memory. Unfortunately, just as quick as the smile came, it fades away.

“What I’m about to tell you is going to throw a wrench in those plans, Ransom, and I want you to know that I understand if this is a dealbreaker for you. If things are moving too fast and you want someone else who fits the plan we agreed on, I’ll completely understand…”

“KITTEN!” You flinch at Ransom’s sudden outburst, but he’s quick to apologize. “Sorry, but you’ve got to tell me what’s going on. This talking in circles isn’t helping anyone.”

Welp, you think. Here goes nothing.

“Since I have a history of endometrial and ovarian cancer on both sides of my family, my doctor is strongly recommending I get a hysterectomy in the next few years.”

You’re met with silence as Ransom processes through this new information.

“How many years is a few years?”

“Two, maybe three. I don’t think you know this, but I’ve had two female cousins and one aunt get cancer before they turned 30. Because of that, she’s concerned I’ll get cancer at a young age, too. I can’t get ovarian or endometrial cancer if I don’t have those parts inside me anymore, so the sooner I get rid of them, the better. Ultimately, if I want a chance at carrying my own biological children, I need to start trying now.”

Immediately and without any explanation, Ransom dumps you off his lap, gets off the bed, and walks directly into his closet. You jump when you hear a drawer slam, but before you can fully react, Ransom’s back at the bed. Pulling you to sit on the edge, he drops down on one knee in front of you.

Tears fill your eyes as he shows you the ring box in his hand.

“You’ve had to do a lot of talking today, sweet girl, so it’s only fair I get to talk for a while, OK?”

Nodding your head up and down, he smiles.

“Even though we decided on that trip last year we were going to wait and take our time before getting engaged, I knew you were the one. The day after we got back, I contacted our jeweler so we had plenty of time to design the perfect engagement ring. After sending in some pictures of your jewelry and giving some input of my own, we came up with this.” Lifting the closed box up a few inches, he continued.

“The minute I saw it, I immediately knew this ring was meant for this finger.” Picking up your hand, he placed a light kiss on your left ring finger. “I knew right then and there I was ready to marry you. Hell, I’ve almost proposed twice in the last few months, but I knew we had a plan - and I know you well enough by now that once you make a plan, you stick to it. But you know what I think?”

“What?”

With a smug grin, he responds. “I think this is the universe’s way of telling our plan to fuck off.”

For the first time all day, you release a full blown laugh - and the smile on Ransom’s face couldn’t get any bigger.

“We can get married today, we can get married next month, or we could wait ten years. No matter when it happens, I know for a fact that I’ll always choose you. So, we can throw our plans out the window or I can put this box away and save it for a few years down the road. Either way, I’ll always end up with you, sweet girl. So, what do you say? Am I opening this or not?”

Without thinking, you pull Ransom’s face to yours and devour his lips with an eager kiss. Tangling your hands in his hair to pull him closer, he wraps his arms around your waist to draw you in. Your body buzzes from the passion and lack of air, and soon you’re forced to break apart to breathe.

It isn’t a hard decision, so why wait?

“Open it.”

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working theory on dendro vision criteria

so my current theory on dendro vision traits, which will probably change considering im only referencing collei, tighnari, and baizhu (and kusanali to a degree) is that it has something to do with taking action to surpass your current state or become a better version of yourself.

tighnari's vision was earned when he spoke out to correct misinformation at a lecture, surpassing the expectations of his status and the setting to pass on accurate information.

collei's vision was earned when the other forest rangers wouldnt organize a search party, so she took it upon herself to go out into the rain and find the missing child. surpassing her past self is even mentioned in her introduction.

we don't currently know much about baizhu, let alone his vision story, but running with my current hypothesis and what we do know, I have a theory. I think perhaps there was a point where he was hopeless in the face of his illness, and either his drive to become a doctor or to seek out immortality granted him a vision.

"To grow up is to best one's immature past self," is a line from collei's profile on the cuilein-anbar section, and I think it best encompasses the type of ideals that lead to people gaining dendro visions with the information currently available.

we see that value reflected in kusanali as well, who wants to become an archon worthy of her people, and who's story arc will be heading in that direction.

if anyone else has any theories please feel free to add on!

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hc that when childe first meets lisa hes like "oh my god? lisa from sumeru academy? I'm a big fan of your work!" and shes like huh I didn't take you for an academic and he's like "no not really I'm just a fan of whatever you did that makes dottore incoherently angry anytime someone says your name"

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ynscrazylife · 4 years ago

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hi!! may i request hermione granger taking care of reader after reader gets injured from quidditch practice or a magic lesson gone wrong? thank you!!

The Warrior and the Knight | h.g fluff fic

Summary: After getting hurt during Quidditch Practice, Hermione becomes a doctor for her girlfriend.

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Hermione Granger usually wasn’t a big fan of Quidditch. The crammed crowds, loud cheering, and especially the competitiveness stirring inside her and how disappointed she got when the opposite team scored against Gryffindor. She had been to far too many games of Harry’s for her liking and she did like seeing her friend play, but couldn’t deny the longing to be curled up in her dorm, reading.

That all changed when her girlfriend came along.

Hermione had met Y/N when she was coming to get Harry from practice so they could go to Hogsmeade one day. Y/N was their age but new to the team, playing as a chaser. She was immediately enchanted by the girl and found herself a blushing, blubbering mess. It didn’t take Harry too long to connect the dots and soon, he set them up to date, and they did.

Being with Y/N made Hermione incredibly happy. She quickly fell in love and wasn’t afraid, because Y/N had a tendency to calm her nerves and fill her with some courage instead.

Hermione found herself getting more and more eager at games, doing her best to keep her eyes on her girlfriend and how she zoomed every which way. Her cheers got louder. Her signs for Y/N and Harry (but mostly for Y/N) got bigger. And she truly enjoyed being a fan of Quidditch.

Which was why it wasn’t surprising to see Hermione climbing up the stands to sit at the Gryffindor’s team practice to watch. They had planned to go on a date afterwards, but Hermione finished her book and wanted to just see her girlfriend in all her glory and awe.

Her gaze immediately zeroed in on the fifth year in the Gryffindor jersey that was too big for her and watched as she zipped around. One second she had the Quaffle and the next it was soaring through the air to her teammate. Hermione smiled when her teammate caught it and scored.

The game continued on with Y/N having little mistakes. She was dominating the field and Hermione was so captivated that she didn’t notice the Ravenclaw in the stands, wand out and muttering under his breath, focussing on the game, definitely for a different reason and not to watch the players, well, play.

After the Quaffle soared through the hoop again, the team’s keeper flew down, got it, and threw it back. Y/N, being the closest, went to get it but her broom decided to disobey her. When she tried to go down to catch the underhanded through, the broom jerked her upwards. She tried again but this time she was jerked to the side. Hermione began to notice and she frowned in concern while Harry, who was on the field, tried to fly over to her.

In the amount of time that it took him, though, the broom was going even more wild. Y/N could tell that this wasn’t going to lighten up anytime soon and at this rate, it’d be near impossible for her to safely get onto another teammate’s broom. Making a quick decision, she decided to take matters into her own hands and, in an attempt to gain some control, directed her broom downwards.

The jerking all about was starting to make Y/N dizzy, but she didn’t give up. It took longer than it normally would but finally, when Y/N was closer to the ground (and when she was trying to block out all her teammates’ words because she had to concentrate), the broom went even more wild. She wasn’t at the height she wanted to be and when she tried to go down even further, the broom sped up, causing her to crash into the ground. Y/N rolled forward and the broom’s end managed to stab her in her stomach, but the momentum she had caused her to roll to the side, breaking off from the broom, onto the grass.

In a matter of seconds, the Gryffindor players had landed and Hermione was making her way onto the field as fast as she could. Harry was scanning the crowd, trying to figure out the source of this, but the other players all went to Y/N, trying to help her. Once Hermione got there, her protective instincts kicked in and she pushed them out of the way, not trusting them with healing spells.

“Hey, hey,” Hermione tried to comfort Y/N, whose face was scrunched up in pain, in a soft voice which she usually didn’t have. “You’re gonna be okay, yeah? I’m gonna take you to Madam Pomfrey.” She pressed her hand against Y/N’s stomach. Thankfully, the wound wasn’t too deep, but it still hurt.

“Madam Pomfrey can’t help. At least, not right now. I passed the Hospital Wing on my way over to practice - it’s filled with students with that nasty cold,” one of the Gryffindor chasers told the brunette.

Hermione cursed under her breath but gave Y/N a smile, wanting to be strong for her. “Harry!” She called her friend over. “Help me get Y/N to my dorm. I’m at least competent in the practice of healing spells. I’ll help her out.”

Harry nodded and they both helped Y/N walk to the dorm since she had also hurt her ankle. When they got there, Hermione stepped into the leader role. She got Y/N comfy on her bed and ordered Harry to get all the healing books he could from the library. After he left, she grabbed her wand and went to jump into action, but Y/N grabbed her hand softly, making Hermione pause, at first worried that something was wrong, and went to go ask all the questions until-

“Hey,” Y/N said, her voice gentle, gaze full of adoration. “Take a deep breath.”

Hermione shook her head. “You’re hurt - there’s no time.”

Y/N just shrugged. “I’ll be okay . . . I just wanted to say, I’m glad you were at the practice today, and not just because I’m hurt,” she said.

Hermione smiled, allowing herself to relax for a couple moments. “I’ll always be here for you, I hope you know that,” she replied, kissing Y/N’s forehead before taking a deep breath like her girlfriend told her to. She then straightened up and brought her wand out, healing her ankle (though it took a few tries) first.

Afterwards, she dealt with Y/N’s stomach wound. It wasn’t that bad, but she didn’t want it to get worse, which is why, after she used a spell to stop and clean the blood, she washed out the wound the Muggle way. Then, she conjured some bandages and bandaged her up tightly.

“My warrior,” Hermione said as she got into the bed also, slipping under the covers.

Y/N chuckled and leaned her head against Hermione’s shoulder. “My knight in shining armor,” she replied.

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angelbutterfly-writes · 3 years ago

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Hi! This is the first time I'm posting a Chenford fic on tumblr. Usually, I'd post these on AO3 but I wanted to see how it would look like on tumblr because I've never tried it before.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

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"Officer Chen!" Tim's barely put the shop in park when he races up to her, giving her a once over, before zeroing his gaze on her bandaged arm.

"Sergeant Bradford." She groans, sparing him a sheepish grin as she closes the gap. "How are you doin-"

"Cut the crap." He orders as he pulls her to him, raising her arm for inspection. Frantic fingers twitch against her bare skin as he restrains himself from peeling off the bandage. "What happened?"

"You know. The same old, same old." Shrugging, she suppresses a wince as he pokes at a particularly tender spot. "A routine welfare check just went south."

"Uh huh." He takes her by the arm, leading her to his shop. "Harper, you're riding with your Boot for the rest of the day. I'm taking Chen to Shaw Memorial to get that arm checked out."

"What?! Tim. No-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He sends her a stern glare. "Get in, or I'm putting you on desk duty for the rest of the week."

"Yes, sir." She ducks into the shop, glancing at her partner for the week before settling herself in the passenger seat.

"Stay safe out there." He nods at the detective and her boot.

"Well, that could have gone worse." Nyla turns to face the new officer. "What was that look about?"

"What look?"

"Chen gave you a look before entering the shop." Harper tells him sternly, looking him in the eyes. "What happened?"

"We got dispatched to a welfare check on Mr Harrington. But when we got there, no one answered the door. So Officer Chen bust the door in, and we started clearing the house." His lips purse as he tries to find a way to phrase what happened next.

"Master bedroom. Clear!" He hears her shout from somewhere to his left as his eyes sweep the hall.

"Hallway. Cle-"

"I don't know where he came from or why I didn't see him but he just suddenly appeared behind me." Thorsen takes a breath.

"Aah!" He screams as he's tackled to the floor, a man rolling with him as they tussle. Arms worm their way above him and he struggles to keep his own up. He can't let him get on top of him. He can't let him get a hold of his-

"He snatched my gun right out of my hands and was ready to put one in me when Officer Chen pulled me away.

"And she got shot." Nyla finishes for him.

"Just a graze." He corrects her.

"Mmhmm." Shaking her head, she ushers him towards their shop, eyeing the man cuffed to the backseat.

"What?"

"You're lucky it's just a graze." Nyla laughs to herself. "Sergeant Bradford doesn't take too well to Officer Chen getting hurt on the job. And believe me when I say this, you have not seen him at his worst yet."

"Better make sure your report on this is spotless because you are going to be on his radar for a long time." She warns him. "And don't think you're going to be riding with Officer Chen again anytime soon."

"Why?" He asks her over the top of their shop. "Are they... together or something?"

"It's complicated." She sends him a smile before taking the wheel, looking at their prep through the rear-view mirror. "Better believe you're in it for the long haul after this, Mr Harrington."

~~ A few miles away ~~

"It's just a graze, Tim!" She yells as he nudges her into a room, already beginning to fill out the paperwork for her as they wait for a doctor. "And it's been field dressed. I'm fine to go back on patrol."

"It's still bleeding." He stresses. "And who helped you field dress it? The boot?"

"Officer Aaron Thorsen is more than capable of applying a simple dressing." Her eyes roll as she stares him down, bitting her lip to hold back a wince as she pulls at the wound. "But no, I did it myself. You know I'm a big girl. I can patch up my own booboos."

"I know, but... Just humour me." His face softens, setting down the clipboard beside her. "Please, Lucy."

His tone is pleading, a hand reaching for the bandage while the other cups her cheek. Gently, he strokes around it, his fingers tracing the tape, only stopping when he hears her hiss.

"You ok?"

"Fine." She settles herself onto the bench, arms crossed over her chest as she watches the door. "But you're taking me out for veggie burgers after this. I haven't had lunch yet and I'm hungry."

"Whatever you want, Lucy."

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Thank you so much for reading, and if you liked this one, feel free to check out some of my other stories on AO3.

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ohmygoodnessgraciouss · 4 years ago

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Reality Check - Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023. The two bonded over the loss of their partners. It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend. Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

Notes: Thank you all for your love and support!! I love you guys so much and your feedback makes me smile. It’s hard to reply to everyone but I’m keeping tabs on the taglist as much as possible. I’ve noticed a few usernames are not being tagged on this post, so I’ll be sure to contact them. Tumblr decided not to tag them I guess lol!

Anyway, enjoy this new chapter. I changed things a little bit. We’re going a little off course of what I had before, hence the reason why this is late. The chapter I had written at first is only being stocked away for the next chapter, which means it’ll be out sooner than this one did. I promise!

Happy Falcon and the Winter Soldier day, everyone!

“Well Wanda, I gotta skitty before Loki starts wondering where I’m at,” You chuckled nervously. Watching her fix the wall was incredible. It was unlike anything you’ve seen before. So unusual yet so familiar.

Wanda smiled lightly at you. “Alright, I understand. But please feel free to come by anytime. Whatever you need,” She said. You smiled back at the woman.

“Of course! Maybe I’ll swing by in a couple of days to see the boys!” You waved goodbye to her and opened the door.

You took your leave, closing the front door behind you. Vision turned to see you come outside moments later, a confused look on his face. “Vision? What’s wrong, buddy? You look paler than a ghost.”

Vision turned to look back at the fence, where Herb and Agnes once stood. The two had left a while ago, but he seemed frozen in place. “It’s nothing,” He smiled.

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking back at the fence that he seemed to stare at before he looked at you. It was cut nearly in half. From what, you couldn’t tell.

“Absolutely. I suppose I’m just rather nervous about becoming a father. It feels like it happened so quickly.”

“Well, I’m sure it did, Vision. You’ll be fine though. You’re a good man and remember, Wanda’s going to be there too. Like I said before, it’s not like you’re doing it alone. You’ve got this whole town.”

“That’s true. This town seems to be quite... Supportive.”

“Sometimes too supportive. It feels like everyone’s connected sometimes!” You two shared a nervous laugh.

“Oh yes, everyone here is quite connected. Sometimes it is almost concerning. This town is nothing like I have ever seen before. I feel as though you can’t keep any secrets around here.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel.”

“What do you mean?” Loki asked, trying to figure out what’s going on. The blade was pressing against his skin, close to piercing it. His eyes scanned the man’s face, unable to determine who he was.

“I won’t ask again.”

“I don’t even know who you are,” Loki replied, now glaring at the man.

Scott revealed himself to Loki, green magic engulfing his form. He wore the same suit as he did before, but his hair was longer now, reaching down to brush his shoulders slightly. His green eyes were sharper now, and his face was far more defined. Loki watched as the man morphed into a mirror image of himself. “Do I look familiar now?” He spat out, annoyed by the impostor.

“Quite,” He said stiffly. Loki pushed him back while “Scott” wasn’t paying that much attention. He walked to the other side of the room, giving the two of them space between one another. “I am Loki. But who are you?”

“That’s impossible,” Scott said. “This reality’s version of me was supposed to die in 2018.”

“2018?” Loki questioned. “The year 2018?”

“Yes, the year 2018,” Scott rolled his eyes. “What other year would I mean?”

“What year is it now then?”

“2023. You’ve been dead for 5 years and yet you’re here. The T.V.A didn’t tell me about this. Of course they wouldn’t.”

“The T.V.A?”

Scott ignored his question. “Now I’m stuck in the Scarlet Witch’s fake reality with another version of me. But they told me he died. Is it possible?” He was thinking aloud, causing Loki to grow even more confused.

“What are you talking about?”

Scott shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I have a mission to carry out if I want to get out of there. Plans have changed.”

Ten minutes later you found yourself walking to Ellis Avenue. It was close to the edge of town, and very few people lived there anymore. The sun may have been shining and birds may have been chirping, but you felt like the air was icy as you got closer to the border. The sign “Leaving Westview: We hope to see you again soon!” looked old and rundown, as if no one had touched it in decades. An image of a family playing in the park was shown next to the lettering. Perhaps once upon a time it was a cute sign. Now it seemed ominous.

A sense of dread and misery started to seep in as you continued walking closer to the end of the road. It was like you couldn’t control your own thoughts anymore. Or perhaps, it was the other way around. For the first time this week you felt like you were gaining control again.

Making your way to the border, you noticed that there was not a single person in sight. The road continued on, making its way through the forest that was only a mile away. The trees swayed with the wind soundlessly. A part of you almost seemed to beg to leave the town.

So you kept on walking.

It felt like some sort of energy was trying desperately to pull you away from it. You couldn’t understand what pulled you to this town, what kept trying to pull you back into it. You hardly remember anything before Westview. What was on the outside?

You were abruptly stopped by a barrier. It was glowing red, much like the other objects you saw a few days ago. The vibrant color seemed to pulse and move as you walked closer. It was an electrifying feeling, being this close to the magic that kept everyone trapped inside. Some part of you begged, screamed for you to stay back. The other part of you asked for the exact opposite.

You touched the barrier, a shock running up your arm when you did. You almost pulled back instantly, but something protected you from it. You stared in amazement as blue shockwaves seemed to surround your hand. They disappeared, fading off into the red barrier.

You turned around, looking to see if anyone was nearby. No one seemed to be in sight, but you felt like you were being watched. You turned back to the barrier, pushing your hand further in. It hurt, but something egged you on, daring you to cross it.

You took a step in, watching the red engulf your entire body. You couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, couldn’t even see anything that was going on. You had two options: Go back into the town that you’re trapped in or see what’s on the outside.

It seemed to last forever, but it was probably because you could hardly move while you were in it. It felt as if you were frozen solid. Whatever it was didn’t want you to get out. Memories were starting to seep in though. Memories of the distant past, and memories of what had happened only two weeks ago.

You gained feeling back in your hand again. You had to be close to the end if you could feel it. In just a split second you were thrown out of the barrier. You collapsed onto the grass, taking a deep breath. It felt like someone splashed cold water on you.

Lights began to blind you as you heard voices all around you. “Put her in custody, and someone get a doctor!” You heard one say. It was distinct, clear, loud. Whoever it was sounded like the leader.

You felt several people pull you up from the ground, placing you on a softer surface. A gurney, probably. You blinked several times, squinting to see where you were. Someone familiar stood next to you. It was Geraldine. Was that her name?

At that point it didn’t matter. Your head was in too much pain from everything else that was going on to care.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. We’re going to get you checked out,” The woman reassured you. She smiled slightly and you tried to smile back at her.

You started to doze off, choosing to sleep and recover from the traumatic experience you just had. For the first time in a long time you were able to dream. These dreams weren’t normal though.

They were memories.

Memories of everything before Westview.

Scott watched Loki’s body slowly disappear. Clearly, he was just an illusion. Something set up by the Scarlet Witch to keep Y/N in control. He contacted the TVA on his communicator, sending them a message as he watched the body dissolve.

He was told that this reality was created by the Scarlet Witch and that he had to get the timeline back on track. They never told him about Y/N being involved. They didn’t even tell him that an illusion of himself would be in it too.

The plan would have to change if he wanted to make sure this worked. They didn’t even give him an idea of how to set the timeline right. Now that he knows what’s going on, he has an idea.

And now, he’ll make sure he gets out of here in time.

And he’ll be sure to give the Time Variance Authority hell.

Wanda smiled down at Billy, sitting next to Vision who held Tommy. She felt something turn in her chest. Something was wrong. Her eyes widened, and she looked out across the room, zoning out.

Vision noticed that she seemed distracted, trapped in her thoughts. He reached over slightly to touch her hand, bringing her back. She turned to him and smiled.

“Is something wrong, my love?” He asked.

“No, nothing at all. Everything is just fine.” She said, looking down at Billy once more.

She wasn’t going to concern him with the fact that she knew something was wrong.

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kagetsukai · 2 years ago

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I posted 541 times in 2022

13 posts created (2%)

528 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 473 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#avenue queue - 425 posts

#dragon age - 65 posts

#art rec - 58 posts

#da:i - 37 posts

#signal boost - 32 posts

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#cullen rutherford - 28 posts

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#humor - 22 posts

#love it - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#every other flavor of white person i know (in europe) would rather die than have their guests be hungry

My Top Posts in 2022:

Someone just tried to “shame” me for reblogging a hospital color theory post

Sir, we’re both on Tumblr in the year of our lord Beyonce 2022 and YOU are calling ME out for being cringe? Baby, that ship has sailed a LONG time ago. Get with the program. We’re all cringe here, but you in particular. Have a nice day 😘

6 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

Well... I guess I’m middle-aged now.

7 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

The reason it’s hard for me to be a person who is positive about the future is because anytime my life starts looking up and maybe things start falling into place, something huge and negative shows up and knocks me the fuck down. I always have, and continue to, merely keep my head above water.

7 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

End of the year writing round up

I was tagged by @barbex and @roguelioness

Overview: This year I mostly stepped away from writing for Dragon Age after a series of unfortunate events that made me bitter about the fandom. I kind of started writing a fic for The Wayhaven Chronicles, but the story uses so little of canon that it might as well be an original at this point. That being said, I did write a fair bit of it and I’m quite proud.

As you can see, I wrote 72K words last year and I am thrilled, because it’s the most I’ve written in one year, ever - by about 20k words. As a bonus, here’s the percentages of how often I wrote in the last year. It’s not great, but it sure is better than 2020. Go me!

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9 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This was supposed to be a time of excitement and hope for the future. Instead, it’s become a nightmare.

About three weeks ago I finally made the decision to separate from the man I was living with. After several years of living like casual roommates, he was still blindsided when I told him I wanted to move out away from him, as if our relationship hadn’t been the worst joke in existence. Alas, after some sulking and some FB dramatics on his part, I was excited to move on. I was looking at new places to move into.

And then I found out my mother had a serious fall and had cracked her head enough to not be able to speak for a day. This stubborn woman had *refused* to go get it checked out and it wasn’t before I yelled at her that she chose to go get tested. It wasn’t until the day after that I found she had been admitted to the hospital. It wasn’t until the day after that I got the worse news of my entire life.

My mom has brain cancer.

The doctors are convinced that based on imaging they’ve done, the cancer had come from a different part of her body, but before they could give her all the testing to find out, she refused treatment, refused further testing, and went home. She hasn’t worked since the hospital stay and has been struggling to pick up things, or take care of basic needs.

I am still in shock, tbh, but I’m not afforded the luxury of processing my own emotions because suddenly she’s deteriorating at an exceeding pace and it looks like she might not have a lot of time.

In the meantime, I was approved for a wonderful one-bedroom apartment that looks absolutely *lovely*, but it’s incredibly hard to celebrate this new chapter of my life when it looks like I’m going to have yet another reason to hate my June birthday.

I don’t think I can explain more. All I can think about is the dry details, the information, the things that require logical parsing of what’s going on, because the moment I think about what I feel, I’m both numb AND like I’m about to break. None of it feels real, all while it’s way TOO real.

11 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

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