#gender neural reader

[hoe4hotchner]

helloo i saw your fluff request. Can you write something about jack having a nightmare so hotch comforts him. and hotch sees reader smiling at them so he invites her in to a hug or smt.

I have a love-hate relationship with Jack. But goddamn if he isn't the cutest kid in the world 😍 and hotch is so sweet with him. I can't

Nightmares | [A.H]

WC: 0,4k

Requests are open

           The soft sounds of the night had filled the house, and everything was still. Jack sleeping peacefully in his room and Hotch was cooped up with the last bit of paperwork in his office. You had just settled into bed, the warmth of the covers wrapping you in a cozy cocoon, when a faint noise caught your attention. It was quiet at first - a soft whimper - then it grew louder, accompanied by the sound of tiny feet padding down the hallway.

           You sat up slightly, listening as Hotch’s office door creaked open, followed by Jack’s soft, shaky voice. "Dad?" he called, his voice trembling with the telltale signs of a nightmare.

           Without hesitation, you heard Hotch get up, his footsteps steady and reassuring. “I’m right here, buddy,” he murmured gently. You too got up to see what the commotion was about.

           You watched from the door as he scooped Jack up in his arms, cradling him like he was still that little boy who used to cling to his dad any chance he got.

           “Did you have a bad dream?” Hotch asked, his voice soft and soothing.

           Jack nodded, burying his face in Hotch’s shoulder. “It was scary…”

           “I know, but it’s okay now. I’m here,” Hotch whispered, rubbing Jack’s back in slow circles. The sight warmed your heart, seeing the way Hotch held his son so protectively, so full of love.

           You leaned against the doorway, a soft smile tugging at your lips. There was something so tender about this moment, about the way Hotch comforted Jack with such care and patience. It reminded you of all the reasons you had fallen for him - his quiet strength, his kindness, and the way he always made sure the people he loved felt safe.

           Hotch glanced up and caught you watching, your smile still warm and fond. His lips curled into a soft, tired smile in return. “Come here,” he mouthed quietly, extending an arm toward you.

           Without a second thought, you walked over, slipping into his embrace, his arm wrapping around you as Jack remained tucked against his chest. It was a tight, cozy hug, one that made you feel like you had found your place in the world right there with them.

           “You okay, Jack?” you asked softly, brushing a hand through his hair. He gave a small nod, still nestled comfortably between you and Hotch.

           “We’re all okay now,” Jack whispered, his voice starting to fill with sleep. The three of you stayed there, wrapped up together, a quiet sense of peace settling over the room.

           Eventually, Jack’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing as sleep began to take over again. Hotch smiled down at him, then back at you, his eyes soft and filled with gratitude. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling completely content.

           In that moment, everything was perfect.

[lovelywritinglady]

Hobie Brown x fem reader

When the reader has dyslexia, ADHD, and has trouble with spelling certain words or just forget how to spell the most simplest words ever gets insecure about their learning disability and then falls into a depressive episode (which is just them distancing themselves from other (Hobie) for weeks)

Who Needs Words Anyway?

Hobie Brown x femspiderpersonReader

Reader distances themself from Hobie after they fail to read a recent mission report in front of him. Hobie thinks nothing of it, but reader falls into a depressive episode.

Your Pov

I hate this, I fucking hate this. I asked Miguel to just get Lyla to tell me my missions over and over again, but it seems like that suck up ass won't listen. Now an envelope with my most recent mission assignment is staring at me. I feel myself begin to panic at the very idea of opening up the document, but considering my job, I have to. No way in hell am I going to get stuck in my reality, especially since my boyfriend might be restricted to see me. Although, he's never been one to play by the rules, and that's what I absolutely love about him. Taking much needed deep breath, I opened it and immediately I couldn't read a damn thing. All of the letters were all jumbled up except for a few, which didn't help because I still had no idea what the mission was. I let out a frustrated groan of annoyance and slammed the document down on the table in front of me.

"Oi, what's goin on in here love?" Hobie suddenly spoke making me nearly jump from my chair.

"Nothing, just a mission assignment, no biggie." I responded as casually as I could.

"Alright, what you got goin on?" He questioned walking towards me. He then sat on the table flashing one of his heart melting smiles that got me to date him in the first place. He really is a charmer, and he doesn't even need to try.

"Um...I haven't read it yet, but once I do I'll let you know." I said fidgeting with the paper before me.

"Can't you read it now, I want to see if there is a chance that I could come with you, not that I need permission or anything though." He said chuckling at the thought of breaking the rules once again.

"Nah, I think I'll read it later." I lied.

"Why can't you do it now, you ain't got nothin better to do." He joked.

"Sure, yea." I spoke quietly beginning to read the document once more yet failing once more. My anxiety began to spike considering Hobie still hadn't known about my conditions. I needed to get out as this situation was far too overwhelming for me to think. I began picking at my fingers trying to calm myself, but that didn't work. And suddenly I got up and ran out of the door unable to form a sentence to my boyfriend as he yelled my name.

Shooting my webs, I went to the highest point of the building and begin pacing all around it trying to calm myself. I couldn't face him and no way could I face Miguel again, especially since he knows about my conditions and hasn't even tried to accommodate me. Quickly I called Lyla and the fashionable AI came into view.

"Hey sugar, what's up?" She asked fixing her coat

"Can you please tell me my mission?" I asked her quickly

"Sure, but didn't you get the report?" she asked and I immedietly deadpanned at the fact that Miguel didn't even put my conditions on my file as she would know.

"Lyla I can't read them very well, can you please just tell me from now on and put it on my file considering the boss forgets to do so?" I asked her standing upside down looking at the futuristic city before me.

"Sure thing, and... done. Now as for that mission, you are to go to Earth-2341 and capture an anomoly known as the viper. Have fun!" Lyla said almost as though she was celebrating something.

"Thanks, I'll go right now." I told her knowing that going without preperation might not be a good idea.

"Be careful, want me to get Hobie to assist you?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"Nah, I'll be fine." I reassured.

Three days later...

I was not in fact fine. My wounds were far more severe than I expected. I guess that's what I get for acting on my impulses. I numbly walked towards the infirmary sighing at the thought of getting scolded by the doctor for being too reckless again. My agony was washed away when out of the corner of my eye I saw Hobie. Although, as soon as that feeling of happiness came another feeling of regret and shame hit me like a truck and I began walking as fast as I could to try and avoid him. No way in hell was I going to talk to him right now, especially after what happened. I'm far too emmbarassed to be around him right now. However, I was no where near fast enough and I felt the soft touch of my boyfriend's hand on my shoulder and he tried to turn me around to face him.

"Hey love, oh shit are you alright?' Hobie greeted quickly as he began pulling my arm to the infirmary.

"No, I feel like shit, I was just on my way there and I don't need your help getting there, I know where its is." I snapped at him immidenietly regretting it due to the painfuil look in his beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, but don't take it out on me, I'm just trying to help." He said calmly and I was reminded once again why I'm with him in the first place. As he is the kindest and most honest person I have ever met.

"I don't need your help Hobie, just leave me be please, I need some space." I told him turning away and walking straight to the infirmary.

Two Weeks Later...

Fuck, I really should not have snapped at him like that. And all because I was too nervous to tell him about my dyslexia. He probably hates me now, but I'm too chicken shit to ask him. I haven't gotten much sleep since that day and I don't care considering I feel like I deserve it for how I treated my boyfriend. I sighed laying back down on my messy bed that I haven't had the energy to make it. Due to the severity of my injuries, I'm off missions for a few weeks until I'm fully healed. Miguel hates when we aren't perfect when completing our missions. I feel physically fine, I'm just not entirely there mentally at the moment. I felt so tired but all I've been doing is sleeping and waiting for Hobie to burst through the doors and make me do something with him. But he won't, I asked him to leave me alone and he's respecting that even though I don't want him too. Closing my eyes for the millionth time these past two weeks, I'm interrupted by someone shaking my head. My spidey sense didn't go off because it was the one and well many, Gwen Stacy.

"Get up, you need to go talk to him." She demanded picking me up off of my bed as I slouched onto the floor.

"No, don't wanna." I whined not looking up at her.

"Bullshit, you two love the hell out of each other. Talk to him and tell him everything." She said softer

"Girl, he's literally the least judgmental person ever. He won't even care about it because it doesn't effect you as a person." Gwen spoke crouching down placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You're right, you know where he is?" I asked getting up and finding fresher clothes to put on.

"Yeah, he's at his place." she said helping me pick something to wear even though there were piles of dirty clothes like everywhere.

"Thanks, wish me luck." I spoke finally dressed as I opened the portal to his dimension.

"You don't need it, but good luck." Gwen smiled with a thumbs up.

After making my way to his place I knocked on his door. He immediatley opened it and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. This clamed my nerves knowing he was still excited to see me I find myself seated on his couch that was probably over 100 years old. I can't complain though, this bitch was comfortable. Hobie stat on the other side of the couch looking at me as though he was waiting for me to speak.

"Love, you alright? What do you need to say." he asked

I took a deep shaky breath realizing its really okay. Gwen'sright about being the least most judgemental person here. Taking one more deep breath I began to tell him.

" First off, I'm so sorry for snapping at you two weeks ago and for telling you to leave me alone. The reason for it is that have dyslexyia meaning I sometimes get certain words mixed up and that's why I prefer to just be told my mission by Lyla rather than receiving a report like you or Gwen. I didn't tell you because I felt embarassed about it." I told him quickly looking down at my hands as I picked at my left palm.

"Love, that ain't nothing to be embarressed about. Wanna know why?" Hobie questioned with his right eyebrow cocked with a mischevious grin on his face.

"Why?" I chuckled at his face knowing he's say something ridiclous.

"Who needs words anyway, none of em' make sense most of the time." he joked cuckling at himself

"Pfft, Hobie lots of people do, that's how people communicate." I responded folding my arms across my chest giving him a grin as well.

"Nah, fuck the rules and everyone else. But seriously I'm glad you told me I feel like I know you better. So thank you for letting me in on that, love and I forgive you." Hobie reassured as he scooted next to me wrapping his longs arms around my body in a comforting hug as he stroked my head.

"I love you." I whispered leaning into him.

"Yeah, I love ya too." he said as he kissed my forehead nuzzling into temple. "Alright now, how's bout we cuddle and then order some pizza later, yea?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good to me, Hobie." I told him as we both basked in the warmth of each other.

Thank you so much for reading💜

I hope I executed this well enough. I apologize if I did not. Im not the best at writing these topics, but I did my best. I’m officially off my break!

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[yourheart-inmyhands]

no prompt Really... just crave freminet stuff,,, sorry if its getting annoying :( /gen

omg you guys are never annoying, if anything i love writing for Freminet a lot! i atually just did his final ascension and now i just have to farm some books for him :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behaviors, constant thinking of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Freminet who finds cute shiny things underwater while diving and brings them back for you. Whether it’s a rock or a beautiful underwater flower that he presses in a book to preserve for you, it seems like every excursion that he comes back from brings a new little gift for you. He would absolutely melt if he saw that you had a little shelf or cubby or something dedicated to all the things he’s brought you back, he would simply never recover from the combustion of his heart. Freminet spends so much time thinking about you that he’s often seen daydreaming while going about menial tasks, things he’s done a hundred times. Like doing repairs on Pers, he could do that asleep with one hand, so it’s easy to zone out and autopilot it whilst he dreams about if you’d want a big wedding, a small wedding, or no wedding. He doesn’t mind, he only wants what you want, but he also wants you.

[batsvnte]

How would it be if the Lovesick! Wally found out that the reader is immune to his disease? Bonus: what if the reader still spends more time with other friends of wally, like Howdy. Would that make Wally jealous? What would he do?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Warning(s): obsessive behavior, Wally 0.01% from actively loosing it (?), ooc maybe, spelling mistakes, not proofread

Notes: black gender-neural reader (they/them pronouns). Honestly Lovesick Wally has been stuck in my brain for the longest time and he is not leaving anytime soon. Thank you for requesting this might be short

Lovesick!Wally wouldn’t mind that you are immune.. for the most part. It would make Home’s life possibly even easier since you’re one of the few who aren’t at risk of being infected by him. Even if the constant calls would remain constant through out the day and into the night.

Lovesick!Wally would try to coax you into coming over for a visit. Even if you were well aware of his disease, and not being one of risked. Even with those little debates in your head to go try to visit will always be shut down by another neighbor asking you to come hang out with them. Or on occasion, Home locking you out. For your own safety, of course.

Lovesick!Wally calls every single day of the hour once you were settled in your home. Asking about what you did, what time you did it, how you enjoyed you time either acting with Sally or playing a game with Julie. Always starts the convo and never the one to end it.

Lovesick!Wally somehow manages to keep an eye on you. His ‘loving’ gaze only fixated on you as you walk around the neighborhood with his friends. Accurately ‘guessing’ what hour of the morning you’ll be out of your house, and what time of the night you’ll be at home.

Lovesick!Wally would absolutely love to go out to spend time with you. Those calls that the two of you share (if you picked up the phone) would only feed into his love for you. The thought just to be with you, his dear neighbor!

Lovesick!Wally however would be livid if he were to see you with any other neighbor. No hate to Howdy, but Wally’s jealousy would honestly sky rocket. Why are you talking to Howdy instead of him? He deserved your attention, not him.

Lovesick!Wally’s patience only goes for so long. It would only grow if you end up spending more time with the others. He was almost desperate to hear you voice again, almost to where he nearly begged Home to let him out to go see you.

Even if you weren’t face to face with him, you could sense and practically imagine how infuriated Lovesick!Wally was when you picked up the phone. He tried his best not to show his jealousy, but there was little slip ups. Every now and then. Those calls going from the hour to hour would just be the entire day. Keeping you on the phone line so he can hear your voice for hours of the day and night.

[puddle-nerd]

Eternity

Summary: You had already been his love. Now was just the ceremony to make it official to everyone else and the bonding at the Tree of Souls afterwards.

Prompt #13 for my submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Female Recombiant Reader, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Established Relationship, Wedding Ceremony, Wedding Night

So far, the other posts have been rated G or maybe PG if you squint. This one is going to be for mature audiences with a steamy scene towards the end. I will clearly mark it so you know where it picks up in maturity levels. However, we’ll also be covering, at least a little, the Omatikayan wedding ceremony of an Olo’eyktan and while the reader isn’t going to be Mo’at’s replacement, it was touched on that the Tsahìk and the Olo’eyktan don’t always have to be married; it just usually happens that way.

This is also meant to be a part two of Lean on Me but at least a year, to a year and a half later. Spider is a little older, our reader has made the soul transfer into her Avatar body permanently, and now she’s getting married to the love of her life.

I also stole a couple of @eywaite’s phrases from at least one of her Tumblr posts, which you can see in the translation below.

Na’vi Translation: Irayo, oeyä’itan – thank you, my son ⁂Kalin – sweet to the taste⁂ Kuru – neural queue Mowan – pleasing/enjoyable (physically, sexually) Muntxatan – husband | male spouse ⁂Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang – Oh, Eywa! Don't stop⁂ Olo’eyktan – clan leader (gender neutral) ⁂Rutxe nìtam, new oe nga – enough please, I need you⁂ Sa’nu – mum | mom | mommy Sempu – dad | daddy ⁂Syor – relax⁂ Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader Yawntutsyìp – darling | little loved one

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You knew he didn’t quite understand why there was going to be a celebration for you and Tsu’tey today, though the little boy did understand the word ‘wedding’… kind of… being all of four-years-old because he knew you and your beloved both had promised and often reiterated that pledge to love him unconditionally and take care of him and raise him up together as you had been doing into a man of honor of The Omatikayan People no matter what trials and tribulations you all might face. And you did. You loved Miles “Spider” Socorro as if you yourself had given birth to him. And everyone within the clan certainly knew Tsu’tey adored the child if the Olo’eyktan continuous doting was anything to go by. You figured it would also take Spider some time to understand that your consciousness would no longer be bouncing back and forth between two bodies, having been there to witness your second rebirth from the circle of Trudy’s arms as you transferred yourself permanently into this body about a fortnight prior in preparation for today. You smoothed down the front of your beaded loincloth and Spider’s little, cherub face showed that he was clearly pleased to see you finished getting all dressed up in your beautiful new finery behind his oxygen mask, his grin so bright it could rival the sun, making grabby hands towards your towering, sapphire skinned figure. You automatically picked up your adopted son into your thin, striped arms and held the young child against your front, pulling the small boy in so you could rub your blueberry-colored lips through his freshly washed curls, the ones that weren’t tamped down by the straps of his mask. He giggled at the ticklish feeling and squealed, “Sa’nu!” Even after a year of him calling you that, it still made you light up with a beaming smile. You chuckled at his protest and pulled back, smiling down at the little human boy fondly. “~You look beautiful, Sa’nu~!” Spider gushed in English, leaning forward, and tugging on your woven chest covering and peering at the glittering stones you had painstakingly threaded together to make your wedding ceremony attire. “Irayo, oeyä’itan,” you replied softly in the Na;vi language as you and Tsu’tey agreed to have a bilingual home. You glanced up at Mo’at and Neytiri as the two other women came into view within the Sully matriarch’s kelku where you had come to get ready for your wedding. “And thank you,” you told the older female Na’vi happily, “for washing up this, little terror for me.” You tickled your son’s side, laughing at his answering squeal of delight. “Unfortunately, I give it an hour before he’s waist deep in dirt or mud again.” Mo’at chuckled and trailed a finger down Spider’s back with a fond smile. “He knows to behave for his grandmother. Is that not correct, little boy?” Spider agreed, nodding emphatically, and beaming up happily at Mo’at from behind his mask. Across the hut, Neytiri’s pointed ears flicked back as she took in you and her mother cuddling the human child, even now still a little angered by his constant presence within her village and what he represented (especially with his heritage) but not willing to spoil your day. Or, more accurately, Tsu’tey’s, since she was more his friend than yours. And for that, you were thankful, especially since she was getting close to expelling her second biological child’s chrysalis from her body soon and you didn’t want to upset her and cause her to push out the fetus early and disrupt its growth. “It is time,” Mo’at announced, and you nodded. Looking at your son, you announced, “Time for your Sempu and I to officially get married. Ready, baby boy?” He squealed with glee, clapping his hands.

𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸

Tsu’tey was a vision that you couldn’t draw your eyes away from. Colorful beads – brighter and more elaborate than his everyday yellow and red carved wood – decorated his dark braids in a multitude of dyes. Bright feathers of bright greens and honey-yellows had been pushed into his hair into what almost resembled a crown. His battle belt encircled his trim waist, his dagger at his hip and a brand-new loincloth of bright red brushed his thighs, green and honey-yellow embroidery decorating the hem. Upon his chest, four painted handprints in different ochres coated his skin, one from either of his parents, one from his younger brother, and one from his grandfather. Woven armbands of those same bright beads encircled each of his lean biceps and his familiar choker necklace sat around his neck. His last gift from Sylwanin. You felt no jealousy at seeing it, no; instead, you were pleased he was honoring his first love as she had given you her blessing when Tsu’tey had brought you to the Tree of Voices before he had asked you to mate with him and she had hinted that had she survived, she might have happily been in the union with you.

You blushed at the memory of her teasing but intertwined your hands with Tsu’tey’s as Mo’at presided over the proceedings to officially bind you and the Olo’eyktan.

Tsu’tey’s parents stood behind him, arms raised in blessing to Eyway, though they didn’t actually look pleased with his choice of bride. Jake stood behind you as your parents weren’t on Pandora, nor would they ever be, his arms also raised in blessing as Toruk Makto. And Spider, not to be forgotten, stood as tall as a four-year-old could between you and Tsu’tey, a chubby hand raised high on either one of your shins, which had caused a few chuckles when he had escaped Neytiri and come to join you all. Before all of the clan, you and Tsu’tey exchanged vows to honor, protect, and love each other even after death until Eywa was no more, promising to remain steadfast and faithful during both good and bad times and to never give up on each other. Spider agreed full heartedly to more chuckles. Jake and Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father produced cloths of green and gold and red and tied of your and Tsu’tey’s palms together after a cut was made on each of you, your blood mixing together as it would, should you eventually decide to have biological children, in the future. Then, Arvok, Tsu’tey’s younger brother who had been stood behind his parents, produced both a drinking gourd and a small loaf of bread, which you and your groom shared, having to placate your son when he wanted some too. Your muntxatan, your husband – Tsu’tey was now your spouse, you thought gleefully – the beautiful, wonderful man that he was, gave a small bite to the young boy with a grin, cheeks coloring slightly as you beamed at him, eyes becoming shiny with happy tears.

Finally, your union was sealed with a kiss and the Tsahìk concluded the wedding rites, the clan erupting into loud ovations, cheering and whooping noisily.

It was a bit of a blur after that.

Feasting and dancing and kissing. Those you remembered… partially. And lots of congratulations sent yours and Tsu’tey’s way. Spider was fed, eating from both your meal and your muntxatan’s and eventually taken off to bed in the nearby shack specifically made for him to be close by for your and Tsu’tey’s benefit by an amorous Trudy and Norm who had promised you both to make sure the four-year-old was watched over for the night. When the moons were at their highest points, you and your love slipped away to head to the Tree of Voices for the last step.

Giggling, hand-in-hand, you went together under the lilac glowing tree and sighed, kissing and touching upon each other in chaste ways, though you knew it would become filthy shortly. He led you to a secluded little alcove and pulled you down onto your knees, his breath washing over your face as he took you in.

“You are so beautiful, Yawntutsyìp,” he whispered to you before leaning in nuzzle his cheek against your own, marking you with his scent. “And you are all mine.” You nodded, rubbing against him in turn and breathing in his scent deeply, trying to tattoo it into your senses and never let him go. Then his lips turned towards you, and he kissed you, softly at first before the hunger set it. Then, he seemed set to devour you, his tongue plundering your mouth, his sharp teeth nibbling at your lip, his hands grasping tightly at you and not wanting to release you. But you were just as bad, moving your mouth from his and down to his neck, nibbling, kissing, and sucking upon his skin there, determined to leave marks for all to see tomorrow and feeling yourself get wet as he panted and moaned for you, fingers greedily digging into your hips and thighs. When you began to massage him through his loincloth, feeling him harden beneath your five-fingered touch, his control began to snap. “Yawntutsyìp, rutxe nìtam, new oe nga,” he begged.

You chuckled to yourself and pulled away from him, pouting as he desperately pulled your chest covering away, a few of the strands breaking and the beads scattering over the ground in his haste to bare your skin to his gaze, only to whine as his lips secured themselves around one of your nipples.

You moaned his name and allowed your fingers to busy themselves with removing the feathers from his braids as he suckled upon you like a babe trying to nurse, his teeth skittering the edge of your nipples and sending little thrills of pain-pleasure through your senses. When there was no more plumage to remove from his scalp, your fingers trailed down his striped back to the base of his spine and your gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his tail. He stiffened as you found a cluster of nerves there and pressed ever so gently, causing his cock to pulse where it pressed into your leg.

“Syor. I have you,” you teased him.

He nipped at your nipple in response before lowering his body further down yours and making short work of your own loincloth and baring you to his gaze entirely. He growled, hungrily, “Mowan, yawntutsyìp.” He lowered his mouth to your cunt and licked up the seam of your lower lips and groaned. “Kalin… better than anything I have ever tasted.” He then gently delved two fingers inside of you, feeling your inner walls contract tightly around the intruding digits as he lapped at the sensitive bud above and set a deliberately slow rhythm to tease you and heighten your need. Your hips began to rock up into his touch and his tongue, forcing his other hand to press down on your hip and restrict you from bruising his face. He chuckled at your needy whine. “Syor, yawntutsyìp. I have you,” he threw back at you.

You flipped him off the human way, earning an eyeroll before he began to suck on your clit.

You came quickly after that, his fingers curling in just the right way to have your torso going rigid, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at the beach. Your jaw went slack and your mouth opened with a blissful moan as you rode the waves of pleasure that radiated from your core at Tsu’tey’s behest.

The male Na’vi eased away from your lower half and then leaned over you, enticing you to kiss him and taste yourself upon his tongue. You moaned and clung to him with one hand, the other working him free of his loincloth. He was hot as the center of a roaring fire and as hard as stone in your hand. He groaned as you stroked him and silently begged you for mercy, nipping at your lower lip. You spread your legs further and guided him to your entrance. He slid his cockhead agonizingly slowly against your core, gathering your wetness and coating himself with the proof of your want for him. You met his gaze and nodded, drawing one of your legs over his hip and slotting him where you needed him most.

The air punched out of your lungs as your cunt stretched to accommodate Tsu’tey’s girth, a groan escaping you as your slick, tight heat enveloped his thick cock. “~Oh, fuck~,” you whined, accidently slipping into English. “~So big. Give me a second. ~”

Tsu’tey smirked, chest puffing up slightly in masculine pride, even as he rolled his hips to ease himself slowly but surely further inside of your channel. Balancing on his elbows, he buried his head into your neck as his pelvis finally became flush with yours, your slick dribbling out of you and down his balls, reveling in the bliss of being connected with you in such a way and allowing your body to get used to your intrusion. When you began to move beneath him, he carefully slid back a bit before driving back inside of you. You gasped at the sensation, better than anything you might have felt with a human. Perhaps it was because he was so big. Or maybe it was because you truly loved him. You met each of his thrusts with a roll of your own hips, soft cries coming from your throat as your pleasure began to mount again. You grasped onto his back and accidently scored his back with red welts when you raked down his spine, your core pulsing where they were joined; you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

Your muntxatan’s breaths were harsh by your ear, his hips wildly shoving into your as he neared his own end. You felt incredible, pleasure coursing through your veins like pulses of fiery heat and you could feel the coil inside your belly building a climax by winding tighter and tighter within you.

You locked your ankles at the small of his back to deepen the angle, crying out, “Tsaheylu, please. Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang and make tsaheylu with me!”

He grunted and jerked his head to bring his kuru over his shoulder. Reaching for yours, the pink tendrils seemed to strain towards one another and then your pleasure doubled, and you climaxed with a cry, head thrown back, face contorting into a scream of ecstasy, your core squeezing the cock within you like a vice. His hips faltered and he came within your walls with a burst, a groan spilling from his lips as he shoved his pelvis as tightly against yours as possible, his seed discharging within your depths in thick spurts. You could feel his pleasure echoing back at you and shivered as he nestled into your side, his arms giving out finally. With sweat soaked limbs, you snuggled your face against his forehead, kissing him between the eyes and panting heavily as your orgasms ran its course.

“We are now one,” Tsu’tey whispered, his breath fanning over your breast. “We are mated before Eywa for all of eternity.”

You giggled, teasing, “Can’t get rid of me now.”

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Originally Posted: 13 February 2024 Word Count: 2,268

@crybabies-heart, @cryingwhilereading, @ikeyniofthetayrangi, @erenjaegerwifee, @bambithewriter, @lloreya

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[citrinesparkles]

take a break

jason todd x gender neural reader. 595 words. notes: requested by the ever-lovely austen anon for my valentine's celebration! so sorry for the wait, love- i don't even want to acknowledge how much trouble this gave me. happy st paddy's for anybody celebrating! warnings: picking at fingernails, reader's stressed out and hangry, i think that's it!

"you're doing it again."

jason's voice gently dragged your attention away from the work you were poring over, bringing it to the fact that you were indeed picking at your nails.

"dammit," you muttered, clenching and unclenching your fists before very pointedly laying your hands on your keyboard. right where you could see them. "thanks, jay."

"mhm."

you and he returned to your peaceful co-existence, sitting on the bed and at the desk respectively, the only consistent sounds the jazz he had playing quietly and the rain hitting the window.

it was peaceful.

or it would have been, had your stomach not been in knots over the tasks staring you in the face. all you wanted to do was turn your computer off, throw your phone in a safe and forget the combination, and curl up into jason's side for the rest of the day.

with a sigh, you threw yourself back into your reading.

you made some progress, the words actually making sense this time- right until your boyfriend sniffled.

such an innocent action. he probably didn't even realize he did it; but you did.

and it threw you out of your rhythm.

you swore under your breath, letting your head fall forwards to thunk against the desk almost childishly.

you felt his eyes on you. "that bad, huh?"

"yes," you groaned into the desk. "that bad."

"maybe-"

"i don't really want advice."

there was the sound of fabric across fabric and the quiet creak of the bed, and then there was a hand on your upper back. "okay."

"i just- i don't want to do this."

"i know."

"i'm tired, i've got a headache, my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my eyelids hurt. i just want to go to sleep."

he hummed, rubbing small circles in between your shoulder blades.

"i'm so sick of this shit." you took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. "alright, what's your genius idea?"

"i wouldn't say ge-"

"jason."

"sorry," he said, grin fully audible. "how about a break to eat?"

"groundbreaking," you said dryly.

"i said i wouldn't call it genius."

you rolled your eyes. "it's not an awful idea, either."

"considering you didn't have breakfast-"

"alright," you groaned. "alright. food."

-

jason, damn his ass, was right. food did help.

but so did getting to curl up into his side on the couch, far away from both computer and phone, so he wasn't the only one that was right. so there.

now, here, away from the brain-melting screen and despair inducing deadline, with jason- wonderful, caring, genius jason- holding one of your hands loosely in his own against your shoulder, things somehow seemed a lot more manageable.

and his jazz- streaming through one earbud for each of you- was much more "smooth, lovely mood music" than "the very last straw", now.

funny how that worked.

funny how his rhythmic tapping on his thigh and low hum were the sweetest sounds you'd ever heard when you weren't neck-deep in reading.

"i like you a lot more out here," you said dryly, squeezing his hand.

"out here, or after food?"

"...no comment."

he chuckled, resting his head against his. "i'd see through it anyway."

"cocky."

"observant," he said playfully, "and therefore confident."

"confident, cocky, potato, potahto."

"only if potato is justified and potahto is not."

you huffed out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh, shut up. i'm listening to art."

he made a zipping motion over his lips, and you snuggled further into his side.

your work could wait a little while longer.

[dranna]

Doubt

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Ryan Gosling!Ken x Gender neural reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, not beta read

Summary: you always loved Ken, his silly, all so excited personality, wondering over every tiny thing. But recently you noticed something strange. He started to get nervous, fidgety and sad (?) around you.

a/n: lineart is mine🧡 / It was inspired by this quote from Sense and Sensibility-- “Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace. “

tags my beloveds: @ken-dom (let me know if you would like to be tagged:) )

It’s impossible to describe,

How much you adored this Sunshine, 

He is the sneaky little Smile,

That bless your face,

During the cold and boring weekdays. 

He is loud, jumpy and silly,

Excitement and wonder are part of his personality,

There is not a single day, 

That goes without him discovering everyday things,

However he does it with such delight, 

It bewitches your heart every time.

Yet recently,

You noticed something unnerving,

His whole demeanor changed,

Self-forgetting disappeared, 

And anxious guarded took it’s place,

He become reserved and fidgety,

Not in the way you loved him to be,

His beautiful eyes became glossy,

And sadness was clouding their vision.

You didn’t understand, 

What caused this distress,

So one day in Baribeland,

After a 3 days long suspense,

You decided to put an end,

To this gloominess,

“Ken, what’s been going on?” 

“B-been going on?— n-noting! Haha..”

“Ken.. “

— you sighed,

While looking at him,

Questions in your eyes.

It was a dreamy day in Barbieland,

Just like every other beforehand,

The sun was throwing his warmth,

The mermaids were singing to its charm,

The beach was hot and comfy, 

Kens and Barbies were playing gleely,

Alan was standing alone and cheering,

Even Weird Barbie was joining,

There was nothing out of the ordinary,

So what caused his misery? 

You two were sitting under a palm tree,

Away from the loud team. 

You glanced at him again,

He looked nervous and uncertain,

He was staring at the other Kens,

With eyes filled with fear and tears.

Yes, you had no idea what's happened,

But how would you? 

He hid this knowledge deep,

Sealed with secrecy, 

Sooner or later you will see it too,

And you will realise, 

How pathetic I am compared to the others,

He thought, 

Rocking back and forth. 

It was an other perfect morning, 

As he was ‘beaching’ on the beach, 

Looking perfect and sun-kissed, 

While he was drawing something for you,

Lost in concentration,

To make it perfect for you.

He was a cowboy today, 

Wearing his black jacket and pink scarf,

Decorated with the most magnificent hat,

And a rope lasso at the belt.

“I have no idea what They see in Him! 

He is such a loser at everything” 

— Ken heard the voice of his ‘archenemy’,

The Other Ken, 

While he was sunbathing. 

He was surrounded with other Kens,

Listening to him intensely,

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed?! 

It doesn’t matter what he tries, 

He fails miserably every time.

Also, 

Y/N is so beautiful and confident,

Lovely and intelligent,

I have no idea what they see,

In such a loser as him. 

He is always jumping around,

Being the loudest—“

“It’s not nice to talk about someone,

 Behind their backs like that!”

“Yes, you shouldn’t say such meannes!”

— Joined the others,

So this conversation lines ceased,

But Ken froze in place,

Only heard the Other Ken’s words.

He gazed down the drawing,

He was working on,

So endlessly and proudly before,

But the warmth escaped from his heart,

Leaving icy marks.

“ … Ken ? Ken??”

— Your worried voice pulled him back,

Into the sunny present,

You two were still sitting under the shade,

Covered by anxious silence.

“Ken, please talk to me.”

He looked at you with huge tear filled eyes, 

Streams flowing down both sides,

“I-I’m n-nothing-g.” 

— His voice was so quiet and broken,

If you didn’t see him in front of you on the sand,

You wouldn’t believe it was him.

“What is it about? 

What do you mean?!”

“I-I’m a loser aren’t I?!

I’m a failure in every task,

I’m always the one in the back,

Who the others laughing at, 

Doesn’t matter what I try,

I’m just never enough—..

S-so I understand,

If you decide,

I-if yo-u w-want to leave me b-beh-inde.”

“How can you say that,

It’s not true!

I don’t understand where it is coming from?”

“Yes it is!”

—At this point he was sobbing hard,

An ocean forming in his eyes,

Hugging his knees to tight, 

His hands went white,

You couldn’t bare to see him like that, 

So you gently touched,

His shaking shoulders,

“Who told you these things love? 

“H-hear-d it from t-the O-other Ken.”

— At the word ‘love’,

His head shot up,

Silent pleading in those blue eyes.

“You.. you still want..us to be,

Boyfriend and girlfriend..?”

“Of course I do!”

“B-but..”

“I love you silly!” 

— With these words,

You pulled him close,

Holding his shaking form.

“Whatever you heard it's not true, 

I adore you,

I love your enthusiasm, your awe,

Your never ending shiny self,

Your astonishment of tiny things,

And the babbling facts coming from within,

I love you the way you are,

Please never change,

And question my heart."

– Taking off his hat you held his face,

Hinting it with kisses,

Which bloomed in teras,

“And what if you fail?

Do you know what's more important?”

“What?”

–Suffocating pain was replaced,

With soft tenderness,

In his voice.

He looked at you,

Like you hanged the Moon on that perfect sky,

Admiring you beauty in the dark,

“You stand up,

Holding your head high,

Smiling to the sky,

It doesn't break your spirit,

In fact,

You try again!

– You placed a kiss on his forehead,

“And again”

– Now a smooch on his pretty nose,

“And again.”

– And kisses on his cheeks,

Which were now burning red.

You two sat there,

In your quiet spot,

Holding each other close.

The sun started to set,

Yet you stayed, 

Whispering sweet truths in his ear,

His sobs started to stop then disappear,

Leaving behind dried up rivers,

Which you pet better.

Doting started to bloom,

In his plastic heart,

With a newfound passion and warmth.  

He shuffled closer, 

If that's possible,

Gently hugging you more,

“I was making something for you,

When I heard them speak..”

– You heard them whisper quietly,

You looked down to see worry rising, 

So with a gentle tap,

You encouraged him to continue.

After a little shuffling and careful moves,

He took out a paper from his clothes,

Then gently placed it in your palm,

Nervously waiting for your reply.

You glanced down to see,

A drawing of a happy horsie,

It looked like a child drawing, 

But you can't help but smile, 

At the thought of him drawing this.

“I like it so much!

I–”

“Really?!”

–Instead of a reply, 

You just pulled him close,

Praising every tiny detail of it.

The glow worms' light were in sync,

With the music of yours heartstrings,

From Ken’s mind, 

Disappeared everything blue,

His chest was filled with comfort and heat,

With the lovely words,

From your pretty lips,

The night dragged on, 

But your pair didn't mind,

Your soul were set in a feeling so sublime.

.

Probably his drawing would look something like that:

[theyanderespecialist]

Can you make it's on own story on archive of our own? Name the story "Dusk till dawn! I MAKE YOU BE MINE" and can you make reader a photographer and make them gender neural (the normal verse)

All the detail i want:

-SCP 085 trying to persued reader to become a vampire like him when he going to die by SCP 298 music and reader act like "Why would I want to be pathetic like you?"

-Reader splash SCP 085 with cat urine and garlic juice and riding the back of SCP 682 and confused to why everyone say they behaved recklessly and a potential liability.

-Dr bright bet five grand that reader wouldn't be able to throw cat piss at SCP 083 and reader infact actually splash the liquid onto SCP-083.

-SCP 682 is asexual (He doesn't know what that mean) and he hated that he having very sexual thought about reader and that he wanted to breed them.

-Dr clef being overprotective of reader.

-Dr iceberg hatred for reader turnd into a lovesick obsesseon.

(Sorry for taking this very long to answer because I didn't know you already answer my ask)

Title: Obsessive Photo: Various Yandere SCP X Non-Binary Researcher Reader

Summary: Dr. (Name) (Last Name) is a Researcher at The Foundation. Once They take a bet with Dr. Kondraki against Dr. Bright that they could throw piss on a certain SCP. They knew how to win it with ease. This is the night their life began to change. And Maybe not for the better. With SCPS and Staff falling into obsessive love with this Researcher.

Find It On Archive Of Our Own:

here is the teaser but the rest will not be posted here!

TEASER:

(No One's POV)

(Name) was sitting in their office with Dr. Benjamin Kondraki when Dr. Jack Bright came into the two doctors' offices. (Name) was working on their camera and looked up at Jack they smiled.

"What are you doing here Bright man?" They ask Bright.

"I am here to give you a new case, SCP 83 wants to request you." He says.

(Name) frowns and snatches the files from Jack. "Why would he want me, I am not a woman." For a little personal info (Name) was intersex but identified as non-binary, they had both working parts though, and a small chest, which was held together with a sports bra with ease since they are so small.

"He must have heard something," Bright says. "So I have a bet for you."

"And what would that be?" (Name) asks raising one of their eyebrows.

"I bet you five grand and a date you cannot throw cat piss on him," Jack smirks. "You cannot do it, I get to go on a date with you, if you do, you get five grand."

"I will throw in five grand that (Name) can throw cat piss on him, if I lose you get 5 grand and If I win I get five grand." Kondraki butts in.

"Sounds good to me." (Name) says and stands up. "I expect to have my five grand by lunch, Bright."

They walk out and both of the two males glare at each other and go back to work.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS here is the teaser I will also post the teaser and link to Archive of our own version on Tumblr! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[the-cannibal]

Hii!! Can you make a hcs for Sinclair Brothers with an artist reader who can draw??

Hello there! And I sure can!

Sinclair brothers (separate) with an artist s/o!

Gender neural reader - they/them and you is used

Bo

He’s used to having artists in the family. His mother was one, and his twin followed in her footsteps. But they mostly worked with wax. Not that they didn’t know other mediums, it’s just not what they usually worked with.

He is definitely the kind of guy to hover over your shoulder to watch you, and when you ask if he wants to sit he’ll decline and tell you he’s just passing through. But then proceed to just stand behind you and watch you create in amazement.

He probably asks if you can draw something for him. It’s usually some car or maybe an animal like a deer.

Totally brags about you all the time. “Yeah yeah that’s great Vinny, but look what Y/n made! Ain’t they just the greatest? I mean, look at the details they put in!”

He has totally given you at least one of those art kit things that every family member gets you for the rest of your life as soon as they hear you like art

He isn’t one to draw with you, but he will watch you and ask you about your art! Also is lowkey kinda relieved you don’t work with wax. He doesn’t know if he would be able to handle another Vincent-

Vincent

Of course this sweet man is bouncing off the walls in excitement after learning your interest in art!

As much as he loves working with wax and sculpting, it’s nice to have a change once in a while! So he’d totally sit and draw with you and show you his own work!

Omg if you show him your art he will feel so honored. You think HE is worthy of seeing your beautiful creations? Can he kiss you? Please let him kiss you.

Probably has critiqued your art (and might have been a bit harsh) but he doesn’t mean it! If it upsets you let him know and he will tone it down. He won’t completely stop (don’t think he could with Trudy being his mother and art teacher-) but it will be a lot nicer, going from “You’re shading that wrong” to “That’s very nice looking, but perhaps you might find (insert technique here) to be a bit easier?”

If you need any art supplies feel free to borrow his! Unlike Bo giving you the… “art kit”, he actually has good, working, quality supplies :)

Art dates are a must! Imagine going out for a picnic and bringing your sketch books and drawing together.

You both probably have pages upon pages of drawing of one another

Lester

BIGGEST HYPE MAN WITH ANY OF YOUR HOBBIES

He isn’t very artistic himself, but when he sees you drawing at the table you bet your ass he is grabbing a piece of paper and drawing with you. Is it a dog? A tree? No, that’s supposed to be… you? A kindergartener could have probably done a better job but you love it anyways

Makes requests all. The. Time.

“Honey can you draw Jonesy?” “How about my truck?” “Ooh! What about some bones?” “CAN YOU DRAW ME?!?!!?”

I could see him making you sketchbooks and pencils and leaving them around for you to find :)

Watches you with big ol eyes like 👁️ 👁️ HE CANT HELP IT! ITS JUST SO NEAT TO WATCH!

Also praises you like crazy to others. “Now would you look at this, Bo?” “For the hundredth time Lester I’ve seen-“ “no no NO! Look HARDER! Look at this amazing art piece that they made! Ain’t it just the greatest! Could probably put ma out of business with this work!”

Has totally tried sneaking your art into the wax museum… he was caught very quickly but that doesn’t stop him!

Would also hang your art on the fridge like the proud partner he is

[caws5749]

Paragraph Night Next Saturday, 8/17/24

The first paragraph night in years!!! So, what is paragraph night?

Short paragraphs (1-3ish) little fics

Only Natasha x reader (gender neural or female)

Any genre: smut, angst, fluff, etc.

Three requests maximum per person!

Most likely will turn into a drunk writing paragraph night by the end lollll

If you have any questions feel free to ask :) Thought it would be a nice little fun thing to do to celebrate 3100 of you following me!

[mimastuff]

Gender neutral Mexican reader teaching Rottmnt Raph (and the others if you want) how to dance quebradita? Romantic and separate relationships if you write about the other turtles

Ofc ! I hope you enjoy it :D this is such a cute request ❤️

Dancing with raph

Pairings: rise!Raph x gender neural, Mexican reader

Tw: nothing just fluff :)

Contains: a little Spanish , dancing the quebradita and fluff :D

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As the music began to blare through your speaker , that same familiar smell began to rise. Raphael’s fear stink. He felt like jelly when you had first asked him to dance with you. Heat rising to his cheeks and his happy grin plastered on his face. When you told him what you were teaching him. The quebradita!?

He had only seen clips that you had shown him of yourself dancing at your friends quinceañera. Although he was extremely impressed with what you could do , he could only wonder what if they were to drop the other person? But now he was standing here, getting those same exact thoughts as you attempted to teach him.

“Raph you will be fine. Now let’s start with hand positions.” You placed your arms around his neck and his on your waist and your hand. He felt heat rise to his cheeks as you got comfortable.

“I don’t know about this Y/N you make it looks so easy , what if I drop you?” His face turned into a pout. ”corazón, your not ready for the big dips and tricks yet , so let’s start on the foot work”. You explained. He watched you eagerly as you told him. “Be on your toes like this, there you go,ok now sway like this with me, that’s it raphie, ok don’t focus too hard on your upper body , it’s all in the hips baby.”

As you guys moved and dance around your kitchen , you couldn’t help but feel a sence of relief when he started to smile brightly. His foot movements followed yours in unison to the music.

The song slowed down and faded out. Raph and you took a breathy smile at each other.”you did so good ! Who knew a turtle could move like that. Maybe you will be doing the lifts sooner than I thought:)” raph shuddered at the idea but agreed anyway.

As you and him made you way to the couch to watch a film , he couldn’t help but smile at the memory of you two dancing tattooed into his brain.

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God I hope this was ok ! I’m not mexicana so I had to do my research but let me know if you want me to add anything or change any incorrections.

[undertakerslxt]

whenever you're ready | undertaker x gn!reader

title; whenever you're ready

word count; 1.1k

pairing: undertaker x gender neutral reader

warnings; talk of depression, trauma. undertaker being overwhelmed by his thoughts.

summary; the undertaker brought you from the modern world to his to help with the dolls. he didn't expect that you could help him with his own trauma.

note; i'm so sorry it took almost a year to write this!! 2022 was insane. anyway, @xs1nister i hope you like this. i tried to incorporate neuroscience and psychology for you. also, the info on the neural pathways i learned from my mom. it's fascinating and i can link articles for you if you want. anyway, enjoy!

also, i couldn't find a great gif lol

It was the quiet that worried you.

It wasn’t like every single day was filled with laughter or raucous noise from your partner, but he wasn’t usually dead silent. (Pardon the pun.) After setting the kettle aside and pouring the hot water over the chamomile tea, you picked up both cups and ventured to find your significant other. Soft footsteps echoed on marble, then carpet, as you entered his private little office. It was where he often locked himself away to be alone with his thoughts, but that’s exactly what you were worried about.

His head lifted when he sensed you, green eyes peeking out from behind his bangs. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asked quietly. “You were exhausted today, love.”

You set the tea down on his desk and pushed it over to him. He didn’t seem in the mood to be touched, so you sat on the chair facing his desk. You tucked your legs up under you. “I can’t sleep without you.”

“I’m sorry if I worried you.” His tone wasn’t the usual lighthearted. You sighed, sipping at your tea in thought. “Sometimes… my thoughts can get overwhelming.” It wasn’t easy, either, for him to admit he was struggling, so you stayed quiet. “I’m not used to… explaining that. It’s hard to…”

“I studied psychology, remember?” You tried to gently tease. “You can tell me, Adrian. I’m not going to judge you.”

He blinked, then. He looked up at you again. “Forgot you were from the future, doll.”

And that you were. It had been quite unsettling to suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and find yourself in Victorian London, but here you were. At first, you had thought it had been some incredulous fluke of a time and space warp that threw you back, but then the Undertaker had confessed that he had dabbled in some dark magic. He wouldn’t explain the specifics, but he had come to a frustrating block when working on his Bizarre Dolls and, out of morbid scientific curiosity, used some sort of magic to summon someone who could help him. Someone with more advanced knowledge, like from an advanced society. Someone like you. Not that he had just easily let you meet or work on the Dolls, though. It took time. Plenty of time. He had gotten you acclimated to the time, picked your brain on various scientific matters. More specifically, the human brain, especially after death. 

You’d admit, it was weird. And at first, rather creepy. But he had never laid a hand on you or made unwanted advances. He had been interested solely in what knowledge you could provide him, and as you dared to get closer to him, he let you in on his experiments. It took about a year, though. And now, two years later, you were much more than friends. You would like to say you knew him as well as he knew you, but that just wasn’t true. He had so many secrets, so much trauma, he was afraid to even think about. And it broke your heart. You weren’t a therapist (did they even exist in this era?) but you did your best to help him.

“Is there something specific on your mind?” You pressed gently. “You don’t have to tell me, but I would like to help.”

He was silent still. Soft tapping sounds began, as his nails met the porcelain of the tea cup. “...In your time, doll, what do scientists know? About the brain. About…” He cleared his throat. “About trauma.”

“Well… More than people know now, but it’s still a pretty unknown area of the mind. We do know that it can affect a person for the rest of their life. And… There are these things that we call triggers. They’re not always really controllable, and often, people may not even know they have them. A trigger is essentially anything that can make someone relive trauma, or resurface memories of a bad experience. People who have them often may not like loud noises, or confrontations, for example. Some people may have weather as a trigger, or even a certain creak of a set of stairs. It manifests itself in different ways.”

“...So they always result in reliving trauma?”

“Not necessarily. It can be a reminder, or it can be subconscious. We do know, also, that trauma can permanently alter someone’s brain structure. Human brains have neural pathways, right? These are formed by habits and by the environment one grows up in. The more a pathway is taken in the brain, the more set it becomes. But pathways can change. The human brain is malleable. So say, if someone experienced trauma, that trauma can alter these neural pathways or even form new ones. Like the instinct to hide if you hear a certain sound, or the way your body reacts if someone raises their voice too loud.”

He kept tapping at the cup, eyes never leaving yours. “And is there a way for such trauma to be erased? Or buried?”

“That’s more in the field of psychology, than neuroscience… but there are ways to heal. Talking, for example. Like you’re doing right now. You can also work on your pathways. If something triggered you, or upset you because of a past experience, you can work on telling yourself you’re okay. You can try to ease yourself out of a flight or fight response by reminding yourself you aren’t back in that negative experience. There are other forms of healing, a lot of them in therapy…”

He huffed. “I don’t need therapy.”

“I’m not saying that, love. But if you talk about it… it might help.”

The Undertaker studied you for a moment, before he stood. He circled his desk halfway, before coming over to you. A gentle kiss met your lips, before he straightened. “Maybe not today, doll. I need time… but if you can give me that, maybe… someday… There are simply a lot of dark things in my past, and I want to work on them, but... I don't know if I can admit them just yet."

You took his hand and gently squeezed it. You knew you weren’t going back to your time. Not for a long while, if ever. “Of course. I’m here for all the ups and downs, you know that. So whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

A small smile touched his lips, before he leaned down to pick you up into his arms. “Now come on. Let’s get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

You snuggled into his arms, laying your head on his shoulder. “Sounds good to me.”

You just hoped he would actually open up to you someday.

[dorkofclanlavellan]

Fic Series (Title Pending)

Danse Fic that takes the "Modern Person in Fictional Universe" trope and put the twist of the main character actually being a somewhat experienced interdimensional traveler. And they've picked up skills and abilities from various worlds during their travels. And it's come at a bit of a cost. They no longer remember how old they are. They think they're somewhere in their mid to late 20s but time passes differently in each dimension and they've gathered a lot of knowledge, so they could be ancient. They're not a time traveler, which to them is a major drawback. Then there's their benefactor. MC's skills & abilities will be at the bottom.

They've travelled to all kinds of universes and have picked up the following skills & abilities;

They were notably intelligent to begin with, their travels have enhanced that intelligence.

They can create all kind of items, tinkering is their forte, they can create pretty much anything.

They can make cybernetic enhancements for themselves and others. It's a painful process so they've only made three for themselves and have yet to make one for another person. Their enhancements are; ~ A neural interface that allows them to connect with and control electronic devices. ~ Cybernetic eyes with features like enhanced zoom, night vision, ultraviolet vision and thermal vision ~ A self contained anti-gravity field that they can turn on/off at will.

[manicpixiefelix]

thank you so so much for writing nb reader!!! i dont see enough character x nb reader and its so gender affirming <3 and you’re an amazing writer too i can’t wait for the next chapter

Ah it's no worry at all, I'm nb and I've been writing X Reader for quite some time, it's my absolute pleasure. Its gotten a lot better in recent years, a lot more people are writing gn!reader, but a lot of time it's simply just using neural pronouns for the reader and gender doesn't actually factor into the fic itself. Don't get me wrong, that's so fine and I'm so happy that it's so much more the norm now!! I just personally enjoy having an explicitly non-binary reader, having those discussions about gender being written into the text because it adds a new element, a new dynamic to the story and the it's world to explore the reader's relationships in subtle ways.

I think Elspeth exemplifies this best; she tries to be supportive but because of who she is as a character, she's overly, performativly apologetic, when she makes a mistake, and eventually gives up, preferring to call the reader a pet name instead of using their new name and pronouns; it's not a truly idealised world, there's nuances, but despite those nuances, and the barrier of not having as wide a vocabulary to discuss gender and sexuality as we do in 2023, the person who means the most to reader is 100% supportive. I do think it's true to Felix's character, mostly, but also it's my wish fulfilment story 😅

Sorry, I just have a lot of feelings about nb!reader vs. gn!reader, I love them both so much but I knew that head, heart, hand needed to be explicitly nb!reader and it means so much to me that you and others have been enjoying that.

[slashingdisneypasta]

((tylor x reader x duncan concept coming up… gender neural of course))

you’re a young monster and recent addition to the mailroom leading up to the events of the show. when a mail chute gets clogged the mift crew, or rather fritz and a monster you’ve never seen before, show up to fix it. that‘s the day you first meet duncan who’s also new to monsters inc and being trained by fritz.

it’s pretty uneventful, they don’t take long to fix the chute and are on their way after a few more jokes that fall flat. you‘re still happy to have met another newbie and duncan seemed to think the same.

in the next few months you get settled into your new job and the infrequent run ins with mift turn into semi regular meetings of duncan seeking you out to just chat (and gloat sometimes). once you find out about his pet you stop by the mift office when you’re nearby. the cute fuzzball is a powerful incentive to come visit and duncan even lets you pet it (it’s surprisingly friendly to you).

the more you get to know duncan though the less you want to hang out with him. he’s kind of underhanded and a little manipulative, the kind of monster who’d sabotage you if you got in his way. and lately he’s acting more creepy on top of that to the point that you don’t want to be „friends“ anymore. not like you were ever more than acquaintances.

but to him you’re his work crush! he wants to impress you by showing off and he’s gets roto to be extra nice and cuddly to you when you hold him. it’s part of his plan to get you to like him back. just as much as duncan dreams of being the mift supervisor he wants to be your boyfriend. in the future he’s planned out in his head you’re by his side, he’s decided that for certain.

unfortunately for you his „romantic“ attention reads more as creepy to you. he’s often slinking around you, closing in on you on your break and you won’t ever recover from the heart attack he gave you the time he landed right in front of you in a dark hallway after hours (because he‘d been perched somewhere and watching you… you just told him he would’ve made a good scarer and got out of there as fast as you could).

subconsciously you know what he wants from you. but for the most part you’ve brushed of duncan’s behaviour as just him being a little strange and creepy. you choose to act oblivious the „flirting“ as long as you can. he has to realize you aren’t interested sometime, right? it’s not like you’ve ever met outside of work either.

however he’s still one of your first friends in monsters inc. you don’t have that many friends at work or in general even and you have a feeling he’s the same way. you’re kind of in a limbo.

that’s your status quo for some time. some monsters leave the company, new faces join, a big conspiracy gets uncovered and scream energy gets replaced by laughing energy… the whole world is upside down and through all of it duncan stays a constant presence in your work life who doesn’t get the hint you don’t want to be more than friends. it’s unsatisfactory for both of you but he seems to believe he’ll win you over with time.

enter a new force that rattles the shaky balance between duncan and you: tylor tuskmon. he’s a pretty-boy fresh out of college, with high ambitions that get absolutely crushed on his very first day on the job. a top scarer who beat sullivan‘s record with a letter of recommendation that’s useless now. you were just trying to buy a drooler cooler when he literally ran into you by the vending machine and broke down and vented to you for the duration of your lunch break.

tylor‘s been relegated to mift and wants to get out of there fast. he‘s trying to become a jokester now, since the one thing he’s worked for all his life has become completely impossible. you feel sorry for him but boy, what a first impression. also he‘s a big guy, it hurt when he bumped into you.

you see tylor more often after that. he‘s with the mift crew since there’s always something in need of fixing in a place as big as monsters inc you meet more or less frequently.

it’s easy to like tylor, he’s kind and honest and gets contagiously enthusiastic. he can be immature sometimes but that’s the lack of life experience. this is his first job. age wise you two aren’t that far apart but he still has a kind of innocence, almost gullibility when faced with new situations.

he reminds you of yourself if you hadn’t dropped out of uni.

it’s impressive tylor pulled through and finished his education. admittedly he’s also a looker. even his clumsiness can be charming it it doesn’t cause a major accident.

tylor‘s grateful you listened to his troubles on his first day of work without judging him. you’re the friendly face of the mailroom and you aren’t crazy and annoying like the others at mift. most of all you look like you know what you’re doing. you’ve found your place in the mailroom and you’re good at what you do. he aspires to become like you in that aspect. he‘s also starting to like you.

but we all know how duncan already feels about tylor. he sees the college boy as a threat to his promotion. duncan catches tylor making googly eyes at you when the two are fixing the pneumatic tubes in the mailroom. tylor, clumsy as always, trips and falls. you help him up but laugh at the parcels hanging from his horns and tylor laughs along. the sound signals a direct threat to duncan‘s entire future he’s got planned out in his head.

an even bigger competition between the two is sparked. they get into an argument on the way back to the mift office with duncan whispering he’s got dibs on you, you’ve known each other forever! tylor is taken aback at first. he snaps out of it and gets back at duncan. you get to choose who you date. obviously you would never pick duncan!

the tensions are mounting with you right in the middle of it all. what are you gonna do with two monsters pining for you who are also at each others throats half the time?

((and scene 🧎‍♀️. i needed to get this out, hope you like it!! love your blog 💋))

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

God, Duncan is so creepy and possessive (Or, 'ambitious' XD), I love this fic so much!!! I need 4000+ words of it XDD You're so good with him and Tylor both!!

I loveeeee the darker aspects peaking through the word drama exterior. Its delicious XD Haha

I am so so so sorry that I took so long to respond, I was actually just so afraid my responce wouldn't come across AS in love and as encouraging as I wanted it to!! I just want you to know I love this so so much!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

[mademoiselle-red]

Another really interesting article about Mary Renault that goes more into her relationship with her life partner Julie Mullard, as well as her gender identity and sexuality in her own words, which challenges her popular designation as a “lesbian” writer

Some highlights:

“The relationship, Mullard later told Renault’s biographer David Sweetman, was confusing, exciting, intensely romantic and nerve-racking. Neither had much sexual experience, but Mullard thought Renault knew a little more, and from the first they hid their relationship – from the hospital, and later from the sidelong glances of landladies and neighbours. (After they qualified, they got jobs at different ends of the country, which meant that for fifteen years they never managed to live together properly.)”

“She and Mullard flatly refused to call themselves lesbians though they were together for 48 years, and from 1948 entirely monogamous. They were bisexual, Mullard insisted to Sweetman, and attracted to men: ‘If people talked about lesbians we used to draw our skirts away.’”

“For women generally, she felt a deep ambivalence, sometimes tailing into distaste. ‘So you really think most women are beautiful?’ she asked one of her correspondents. ‘That must be nice. I wish I did.’ The physical constraints of being a woman irked her as much as the social ones. In Funeral Games (1981), Queen Eurydike is betrayed by her body at a crucial moment – she’s about to be voted regent of Macedon, when suddenly she feels the gushing onset of her period. Renault said there could never be a female Shakespeare because men had ‘some extra reserve of neural strength, some capacity for sustained intensity and inner drive, which women do not possess’.”

“The novels manifest an unfashionably unabashed admiration for male heroism and an intense pleasure in male beauty and physicality. There’s no evidence that Renault ever had a sexual relationship with a man, though that may just be because she was extremely private about her love life. What is true is that she often said she wished she’d been born a boy and didn’t mind that male readers and reviewers constantly misgendered her; the New York Times Book Review once described her as a male impersonator, which says more about 1970s sexism than anything else. ‘I’ve never been a feminist,’ she wrote to a female friend in the 1960s, ‘simply because all those years my inner persona occupied two sexes too indiscriminately to take part in a sex war.’ She spoke to an interviewer of ‘intermediately sexed’ people – which I think is the way she would have described herself – and wrote a number of ambiguously gendered characters. In The Friendly Young Ladies (1944), the most autobiographical of her early novels though she always denied it, Leo (Leonora), who writes pulp cowboy novels under the name Tex O’Hara and is in a lesbian relationship while snogging a lot of men, is repeatedly described as a ‘slim shabby boy’, ‘a mocking Oberon’ with ‘a boy’s smile, open and straight’.”