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outsideratheart · 11 months ago

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Queen of what now? (Mary Earps x reader)

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long. I hope you guys like it! Also, I’m going through a big Mary Earps phase right now so this was very fun to right.

Were you there to support friends, accompany a team mate or to see someone who has been on your mind for the last 104 days? You knew it was the latter but if someone one were to ask you would say a mixture of the first and second.

“I can’t believe you came with me. You have to be back in Barcelona tomorrow” Jana asks as you leave the hotel.

What she said was true. You picked up a calf injury during the El Classico which made you unavailable for the international break. It did mean that you could go to England but only for the night.

“It’s Wembley and I’m here to support Keira and Lucy” was it a lie? No. Was it the whole truth? Absolutely not.

“If that’s true why aren’t you wearing one of their shirts?”

The shirt you chose to wear, the England one, wasn’t on show but Jana saw you put it on before leaving the hotel. Now she was digging but you didn’t bite.

“Because I didn’t swap shirts with them”

Your answer seems to please the young defender because she didn’t continue her interrogation. Instead the conversation steered towards the game and how it would end. Jana, here to support Jill, favourited the Dutch but you knew the difference a home crowd could make and when you put those fans in Wembley stadium, England become a different team. You also have the upmost faith in the woman between the sticks, the same one that would captain the team.

You walk down Wembley way, taking in the atmosphere and stopping for as many fans as you can.

“You quite popular for someone who beat England in the final” Jana remarks.

“I’m still not used to it and I can’t say I’m a big fan of the attention”

Your performance throughout the season with Barcelona and during the summer at the World Cup earned you the most coveted trophy in football: The Balón d’Or. Since then you had been exposed to a spotlight, one which wasn’t always welcome.

It was cold in England, in fact to your Spanish blood it was freezing. The moment you entered the stadium you got a hot chocolate and went to your seat. When Mary joked about you coming to game she told you that she would put some tickets aside for the family section but when Leah saw that you were at Wembley she invited you to watch the game from one of the boxes with her and Millie.

You didn’t really know the defender well but you appreciated the invite. The first half was less than great so not a lot was said. You could tell the two blondes were getting stressed but Jana was loving it.

The moment the ball crossed the line for the second goal you knew Mary would punish herself for it.

“Mantén la calma” you wish she could hear you.

“Oh Mary, keep your head up” Leah says from beside you.

“She will blame herself” you add.

“She is. I know that because she’s my team mate. How exactly do you know what she’s thinking?”

“A guess”

The look the Arsenal player gives you lets you know she doesn’t believe you but the whistle is blown for half time before she can question you further.

The people is the room seem to split up for the half time break. You stick with Jana who is obviously having more fun than the rest of the box.

“Dial down the celebrations J, we are in an England box” you whisper to her during half time.

“Jill’s winning though” Jana says innocently.

“Maybe save your celebrations until after the game when you are with her” you raise your eyebrows playfully.

“Fine” she agrees to keep her cheering to a minimum not that it makes a difference because the second half is in England’s favour.

You can’t believe what you are seeing. First Georgia Stanway scores then Lauren Hemp scores two minutes later. As a football fan you were taking it all in. 71,000 people were on their feet as they celebrate the possibly of a come back.

When Ella Toone scores in the 91st minute you can feel the stadium shaking. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

The whistle blows and you see the blonde beside you breathe a sigh of relief.

“That was quite the performance by your team Leah” it was a compliment but in a professional way.

“It was. I take it you are here to see Lucy and Keira?” Leah asks.

“No, ella no es” Jana says from your side.

“Cállate” you shake your head whilst being thankful that Leah didn’t speak Spanish.

“The girls, as well as some of the Dutch team,” Leah looks at Jana as she says that part “are going to a bar called Three Lions. I’m not sure if you have plans but I will let the security know to expect you”

“Gracias Leah. I have something I need to do but I’ll come”

“Me too” Jana also accepts the invite before turning to you once Leah has gone “Jill already invited me. What do you have to do? Nobody knows you are in London”

“Somebody does and I want to see her before anyone else. If anyone asks just tell them I had a call”

And that is what is what Jana does. By the time everyone arrived to the Three Lions bar news has spread that you attended the game. You, as planned, texted a certain goalkeeper and asked her to meet you at a different part of the stadium. Her reply wasn’t words, it was a thumbs up to your message.

The way she walked towards you told you everything you needed to know. Her gaze was on the floor with her shoulders hunched.

Much to your surprise Mary is the first to talk.

“I can’t believe you came” she stands less than a meter in front of you but doesn’t move closer. You may have been talking every day but you hadn’t seen her in person since the final and you desperately wanted to hug her.

“You asked me to”

“I did but you weren’t sat in the seats I sent you tickets for and you’re injured so I thought that maybe you had to stay in Barcelona”

“People saw me and it became a bit much so Leah invited me to watch the game with her in the box”

“Does she know —“

“No. She assumed I was here to watch Lucy and Keira. I didn’t correct her”

Here’s the thing. Nobody knew about you and Mary. The reason why things were so good between you was because there was no pressure to label it, no interference from your friends and no need to force anything.

You saw the way her face dropped and you knew her well enough to know the reason why.

“I’m wearing your shirt” you un tie your coat and pull your hoodie down revealing the green England shirt “they may think I’m here for my team mates but I’m here for you Mary”

“You picked a bad game to come and watch”

“Mary—“

“Don’t. Don’t tell me it wasn’t my fault”

“I wasn’t going to. I know better than to tell someone how to feel after a game” you grab her hand a pull her towards some seating where you pull her down next to you “What I was going to say is that moments like that are a tough pill to swallow but it was a mistake and the best players in the world make them”

“I let the team and the fans down. I let my family and you down”

You hated seeing Mary this distraught. She was normally so full of energy and confident. This wasn’t a side you were familiar with.

“You didn’t. There are people in that room over there” you point the bar behind you “that are proud of you and as for me, well you could never let me down Mary. I swear to you”

Mary couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face. In a moment when she was down, you managed to lift her up. When she feels you reassuringly rub her thigh she leans onto your shoulder.

“You’re quite a big deal here Mary. I saw young girls wearing your shirt and many people wearing scarfs with your face on. I didn’t know you had a nickname” you took a pause as you try to remember what the green scarfs said.

Mary sees you struggling to remember the fan given nickname so she helps you out.

“Mary Queen of stops” her mumble is barely audible.

“Queen of what?” You didn’t hear her.

“Stops. The fans call me Mary Queen of stops”

You only hum in response. Maybe you knew what the fans called her but she needed to hear it too. If for no other reason than to reinstate some confidence.

When Mary stands she holds her hands out to help you up. You walk side by side but she stops before you get the door, far enough that you both are still out of side but close enough that her nerves are building.

“Will you take this off?” The keeper tugged at the drawstring on your hoodie.

“But it’s cold, no?”

Mary felt ridiculous for suggesting it yet she didn’t want to give you her reason. As embarrassment flushed her cheeks, Mary’s gaze found every part of the room that wasn’t your face.

“It’s stupid, forget I said anything”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond and instead walks towards the bar. She assumes that you are right behind her but it is only when she opens the door for you does she realise that you haven’t moved.

“Y/N”

“Mary” with you stood rooted in place it leaves mary with no option other than to return to where she was mere seconds ago “Are you cold? Is that why you want me to take it off. Here, you can have it” without further question you give Mary the hoodie.

“I’m not cold. I want them to see you in my shirt. I want them to know that you came here to support me and that you still do”

“They will have questions”

“Let them ask, It doesn’t mean we have to answer them” Once again Mary leads you to the door put again she stops “Can I wear this?” She holds up your hoodie that she is still carrying.

You nod your head and the smile that appears on her face must be infectious because you are soon grinning ear to ear.

When you enter the bar you try your hardest not to attract any attention but Mary’s absence seems to have worried her team mates and her family because she is pulled away from you.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to stand by yourself so you search for the three women who you actually know. Lucky for you the three of them are together with the addition of Jill, Beth and Viv.

“Nice shirt” Lucy nudges you.

“Was it a gift from our keeper or—“

“We swapped” you saw no harm and you hoped that telling the little truths might get you out of revealing the big ones.

You wasn’t really involved in the conversation taking place between the English and the Dutch. Something that Jana was quick to pick up on. You watched Mary from a distance as her parents pulled her into their arms, something you desperately wanted to do earlier.

“Go see her. It’s why you’re here” Jana detaches herself from Jill’s hip to talk to you.

“She’s with her family” you say just loud enough for the young defender to hear you. Whilst doing so you turn around so it isn’t obvious that the goalkeeper is the only person you are interested in.

“She is but she is looking at you, oh she want your attention”

Jana was telling the truth because when you turn back around Mary is calling you over. You shake your head, now wasn’t the time for her to introduce you to her parents. Mary on the other hand thought differently because before you can run away she is walking towards you, grabbing your hand and leaving you with no choice other than to follow her.

“Mary, no”

“Y/N, yes”

You suddenly felt nervous. Not necessarily for meeting her mum and dad but to find out how she would introduce you. It wasn’t a conversation you have had yet and you weren’t ready to hear that she didn’t feel the same way as you or even worse she felt nothing at all.

“Mum, dad. This is Y/N, she is—“

“The woman that you won’t shut up about”

Mary cheeks flushed red but she didn’t deny it, in fact she confirmed it.

“It is, she is. She is also the reason why I was late”

Her parent give you both a look, one which isn’t warranted. It does let you both know that they think something else happened and that is the reason for you both arriving later than everyone else.

“We were talking” you were quick to correct their thoughts.

“She calmed me down” Mary slightly squeezes your hand as a thank you.

“Well Y/N, we know how hard on herself Mary is so thank you being there. As her parents it makes us very happy to know that she does let someone in and listens to them”

The woman in question simply listens to what her parents were telling you. Is that really what she had done? Had she let you in without realising?

“She is a good person and she needs to learn that she cannot blame herself for what happens on the pitch” at this point you turn to Mary “We play a team sport. Win or lose, we do it as a team. She isn’t alone”

You mean ever word you said. You spoke as a player who knew what Mary was feeling but the last part you said sincerely. As long as Mary wanted you around then she wouldn’t be alone, ever.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Mary asks.

“Porfa”

You say goodbye to her parents and go to the emptiest spot at the bar.

“I just met your parents” you cannot help but laugh a little.

“Was that ok? They wanted to meet you after I told them about you”

“What did you tell them?” You take a look around. You were surrounded by people, maybe a more private setting was best for the ‘what are we’ talk.

“That I met a girl in Australia. When I was at my lowest she showed up and got me to smile through my tears. Every day I look forward to talking to her, I wait for her texts and our FaceTimes are the best part of my day”

You looked at Mary with a foreign feeling in your gut. You could compare it to butterflies but that didn’t seem like justice. When she moves forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear you don’t flinch. In fact you welcome to closeness.

“Carino, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to kiss you now” Mary’s tone is confident but the look on her face didn’t convey the same confidence.

“I won’t stop you but look around. People are —” The woman standing opposite knew exactly what you were going to say but she didn’t care. Her focus was on one thing; you.

Everything with Mary has been new but the way she kissed you felt familiar, as if this wasn’t your first kiss. Your body was screaming for you to deepen the kiss, to strengthen the connection but you knew you would have to wait. Mary obviously faces the same conflict only she has given in to her desires. You have to push her away when you felt her tongue on your lips.

“Mary, we can’t do this here”

“But I want to”

She leans back in for more but only gets a peck on the lips.

“Cálmate”

Mary felt frustrated but she really couldn’t complain. She had been dreaming of kissing you for months now and every scenario she came up failed in comparison to the real thing.

“Will you come back to the hotel tonight? We don’t have to share a room. You can stay with Keira or Lucy”

“I have a very early flight in the morning Mary” you wished you could stay but you needed to go home and you could not miss your flight.

“I know but please, I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet”

“I don’t want to either but I can’t” Mary’s head dipped in disappointment and it wasn’t a sight that you liked “Maybe I could spend a few hours there and then go back to my hotel”

“You have yourself a deal” Mary was happy to compromise.

Later on you went back to the hotel where the England team was staying. As imagined you were subject to a lengthy interrogation by her team mates. You answered most questions and then played the ‘I don’t understand the English’ card when you didn’t want to answer certain ones. You barely left Mary’s side the entire night which only made your departure worse. She was adamant on walking you to your car and you didn’t fight her on it.

“Thank you for coming tonight” Mary says as she opens your door for you.

“I had fun” you absentmindedly run your finger of your lips as you mind wanders to the multiple kisses you and Mary had throughout the night “I have come to London, now it’s your turn to come Barcelona”

It wasn’t a bad deal. The sun was shining in Barcelona, whereas it hasn’t been seen for days in London.

“I’ll be there as soon as my schedule allows it” Mary hated that she couldn’t just hop on a plane and come see you.

This was the hard part. You and Mary could find time to text, call and FaceTime but in person visits were difficult due to your schedule and the year the two of you had. You were only able to visit because of your injury and as much as you knew you would miss Mary, you didn’t want her schedule to become clear for the same reason.

“Until then we will make it work. We have done so far and look where it has lead us”

“I certainly didn’t think my night would end with me kissing you”

“It hasn’t”

Mary leaned forward and quickly stole a kiss.

“It has now”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics.

“I need to go now”

“I know. Call me when you get back to your hotel”

Once in the car, Mary watches you drive away. There is a pain in her chest as she already misses your company. You do end up FaceTiming her that night although it is different now. Seeing her face on the screen was nice but it didn’t compare to being with her in person. Still, you enjoyed your night with her and on the other end of the line Mary was already planning her trip to Barcelona. If the two of you have learnt one thing that night it was that you both wanted each other and you were willing to do whatever it takes to make it work.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Day 2: Cut Your Wings || Alfie Solomons x Reader

Requested by a lovely Anon 🖤

TW: Kinktober prompt- cut, dubcon, blood, inflected pain, masturbation?, enemies with sexual tension, canonical violence, dirty talk, sexual torture, kidnapping

Words: 2K

Notes: This work is a part of the Peaky Kinktober Event you can find here. Comment on the event post if you want to be tagged in the future works for Kinktober. Also this one ain't as smutty as I thought because I got carried away by the narrative?? Shark please, that ain't the goal of Kinktober??

A grunt escaped from your lips as you desperately tried to free yourself from the heavy shackles imprisoning your wrists. You moved them back and forth, then left and right, turning your hands in every position possible, and yet nothing worked. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip from them. Another painful moan echoed in the damp and dark room of the distillery in which the jew's henchmen had locked you a few hours ago. The cold metal bit your flesh again. "Fuck". When loud footsteps resounded behind the heavy wooden door of your prison, you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and prayed to God for a quick and painless death because you knew that Alfie Solomons wasn't a forgiving man. Quite the contrary, his quick temper, and frightening antics only fueled his reputation as one of the most dangerous criminals in London.

"So that's the fucking little rat my men told me about." He stated, standing in the middle of the open door, both of his hands resting on the handle of his cane and a black hat hiding one of his hazel gray eyes.

"Fuck you, fucking cunt! When Tommy will know about this y'all going to regret it!" Words passed your thoughts, spitting their venom at him and yet the man remained silent. You even wondered if he had paid attention to what you just said or if the voices in his head were louder than yours. His gaze, intense and unfathomable, was observing you attentively as if he was trying to decipher the secrets of the most unique precious stone he had even held in his palm. After what seemed to be an eternity, Alfie Solomons pursued his lips, stroked his scruffy beard, and nodded, coming to an agreement with himself.

"See, my mates here told me that Tommy Shelby had sent a few men to London, but here's the problem – He said 'men'. And not 'little girl', which is definitely what you are. A bloody and nosey little girl. Hmhm." He agreed with his own statement before walking to the dusty furniture that was leaning against one of the brick walls. Then, he took off his hat and his long dark coat, and put the cane aside before walking towards you. He stopped in front of you, tattooed arms crossed on his muscular chest. The unusual amount of greenish ink deeply engraved in his skin caught your attention for a short while, you curiously observing the pattern it formed. Of course, both Tommy and Arthur had tattoos, but not as many as the mad baker.

"Would you look at ya. Haven't you something else to do instead of following a Birmingham scumbag's orders? Like finding yourself a man or something like this, y'know. 'Cause I don't see why such a young lass like ya puts her own life into danger for Tommy fucking Shelby." As he talked, Alfie had closed the distance between you and him. He was now leaning above you, so close that his scorching breath was fanning over your skin and the hairs of his beard were almost tickling your face. "So can you tell me why? The only reason I see is that Tommy Shelby sticks his cock in you and it has magically bred some loyalty." The right corner of his full lips curled into a mocking grin when he noticed how his words had lit a fire of rage in your eyes. Bang on, he thought, "No. It's more complex than that, innit? He doesn't want you and yet you remained devoted to him in the hope that one day, maybe, he'd look at you differently. He'd look at you like a woman to fuck senseless and not a pawn of his game."

"Kill me, Solomons. Kill me now or I'll fucking cut you once I'll be out of this shit-stinking place." You hissed, baring your teeth like a cornered animal, the truth hurting you more than a gunwound. For a split second, Alfie swore you would have dug your fangs into his throat, sinking them deep until you tasted blood if you hadn't been restrained by chains and handcuffs.

"Cut me?" The baker repeated these two words, pretending to be surprised while the tone in his voice betrayed how amused he was, "And what kind of tool would you use to cut me? This?" As he said so, Alfie pulled your grey beret out of the large pocket of his trousers, holding it to have a good grip at the base of the razor blades that were sewn to the fabric. "You Peaky girl like to cut people with this right? So come on, threaten me again little bird, I dare you." He said with both of his eyebrows raised in a taunting expression.

"D'ya think you're scaring me? I'm not scared, I'm a Peaky Blinder and I'm going to make things clear again: you better kill me now because if you miss this chance, I'll fucking cut your face the next time we meet–" You didn't finish your sentence, your words replaced by a scream of pain when Alfie, without a single warning, slashed your arm with your peaky cap. Blood soon filled the gash and overflowed from it, soaking the white fabric of your shirt in a crimson stain.

"Go ahead, dove. Say it again." This time you remained silent, staring at him in horror. He had cut deep, deep enough for you to feel the sickening pulse of your own heart in the wound. Your refusal to obey led Alfie to burst into an unexpected rage. His face reddened, and his brows furrowed, casting their shadow eyes. With one strong and brutal movement, Alfie's free hand grabbed your face, his calloused fingers sinking into your cheeks until your jaw hurt. "SAY IT AGAIN AND I'LL CUT YOUR FUCKING WINGS!" He barked, a bit of spit spilled in his beard and bloodshot eyes staring at your very soul. "See, you don't stand a chance here my sweet dove. You're just a little girl playing gangsters". In an unsettling mood swing, his temper had gone quiet again.

"I'm not gonna kill you peaky girl, that would be too easy. I see your eyes, and what I see in them is that you ain't afraid of death and I reckon this is a trait I particularly fancy in someone. So what should I do with you? We might..." He made a short pause when he noticed a tiny detail he hadn't spotted before. Alfie's hazel grey eyes abandoned yours and dropped to your bosom where he could see the round shape of your hardened nipples pointing through the fabric of your shirt. Licking his lips, Alfie's iris darkened with mischief and something you never expected to witness in the eyes of an enemy – lust. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine as the baker's smirk suddenly turned into a wicked and threatening smile, "I know, dove. I know what I'm going to do with you. Everything's clear in my mind". A sparkle of pure madness enlightened his face, just like an artist struck by inspiration. With his words followed his hand, that came meeting your trembling body. His strong palm roamed all over you, the friction it created snatching a whimper from your tight throat while you understood his obscene plans.

"No, no! Please! Alfie--" You wanted to scream but you couldn't, petrified from the moment his fingers trailed down your belly and ended their exploration between your legs. The noisy juggling of the chains you produced by struggling sounded like a melody in Alfie's ears, who hummed in satisfaction at your cunt's warmth he could feel through the fabric of your trousers. His fingers pressed a bit more against your core, shooting a wave of forbidden arousal through your entire body and making your legs shake.

"You're in heat, lil' dove." He noted with an amused tone before closing the distance between your ear and his lips. You squeezed your eyes shut at the overwhelming scratching sensation of his gruff beard against your skin and the blazing blast of his breath. The room spun as you found yourself intoxicated by the fragrance of his cologne. Musky, and with a dab of cedarwood. His scent was as raw and wild as him. "I'm pretty sure you're all wet, aren't you?" He cooed in your ear. His rough fingers, applying pressure at the exact spot where your throbbing clit was, started to rub it in slow and circular motions. As much as you hated the thought of it, his skillful caresses lit a fire of desire within you, so much that you felt your own wetness soaking your panties, "How long since a man stretched that lonely pussy?"

"Don't touch me!" You growled, but as convincing as you had tried to sound convincing you still failed judging by how Alfie's brow arched. He let out a dark chuckle. Doing the exact opposite, his fingers kept fondling your sensitive bud but this time his wet and warm tongue licked your neck just like a predator would do to get a first taste of his freshly caught prey.

"Oh I'm not gonna touch you dove." The muffled sound of your cap falling on the concrete ground made you open your eyes again. You had barely lifted your eyelids when your gaze met Alfie's other hand, who was kneading his massive bulge. As afraid as you were, you could not help but let out a soft yet needy moan "I'm not gonna touch you. What I'm going to do cannot be described, no no it can't because I don't want God to hear it. What I can tell you though is that you'll never come back to Birmingham once you'll know the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you." His words' immediate effects upon you had your teased pussy clenching onto nothing and reminding you how desperately empty you were. An emptiness Tommy would never fill, "Are you thinking about him now?"

You weren't.

Alfie didn't need you to answer, for the way you brought your hips closer to his fingers and grind against them was enough. The mad baker's mouth sucked on the sensitive flesh of your neck, pinching it between his lips to leave a bright red mark on you, claiming his newly acquired property. All these sensations soon became unbearable: the friction of your shirt against your erected tits, the cold bite of the handcuffs on your wrists, and the increasingly faster rubbing of your clit destroyed what remained of your will of fighting. Never in your life you had been touched for you had always kept your virginity unspoiled for Thomas. A stupid and fruitless devotion.

You gave in to the pleasure and surprised yourself by thinking about how big Alfie's dick looked, unable to look anywhere else.

"Don't s-stop." You muttered under your breath, your climax building as Alfie kept assaulting your sweet bundle of nerves: he was nothing but gentle with it, almost hurting you with how rough he rubbed you. With your mouth parted and your breath quickening, you felt the delightful warmth of an orgasm coming but, all of sudden, Alfie stopped.

"Enough for today. We'll see if you deserve more tomorrow." He said.

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not-magdi · 1 year ago

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hii bestie 🩷 could you write a smut of sub gavi after he scored against cyprus? 🫶🏻

(Hi! It's my first time writing something like that and I know I need to improve a few things but I hope you like it!)

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Summary: The request from above

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: well smut

A/N

My first request! To whoever requested that thank you so much <3!

Today was Spain's last game before the regular football season continues. You sadly couldn't come and support your boy, as you didn't have time today to travel to Granada with Pablo.

He was a little disappointed at first. Because he really wanted you to come and watch him play, as it was the last game he would play for Spain for a while.

But after you promised to reward him if they won. His mood changed in mere seconds. The mischievous glint in his eyes after you told him he could do anything to you had your knees weak.

"Oh, Amor... I hope you can handle your promise."

And with that, he left, leaving you all hot and longing. Oh, how you begged that Spain would win today. You needed Pablo so desperately.

Now you were sitting on your couch, a fluffy blanket draped over your legs and a glass of wine in your hand. It took 18 minutes to know you were in for a long night.

1:0, Spain 'Gavi

Seeing your boy celebrate his goal, the slight blush covering his cheeks, and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead did things to you. Things that made you bolder than you should be.

You rushed from the couch to set your plan into action, searching for Pablo's favourite lingerie in your closet. It was a navy blue lacy set that could make him putty in your hands. You only wore it on special occasions, but today, it had to get Pablo home as fast as possible.

Putting it on, you kneeled before the big wall mirror in your hallway, trying to ensure the dimmed light highlighted your curves perfectly as you posed for a few pictures.

After you were happy with the result, you sent Pablo your favourite photo of you.

'Your reward's waiting for you already ;)'

Turning your attention back to the TV you saw that the game was about to end, so you went upstairs to your bedroom waiting for Pablo to get home.

-Pablo's pov-

The whistle signaled the end of the match, and after celebrating the win for a bit, the team went back to the changing rooms. Pablo was never so happy that a game ended, after it was clear that Spain would win, all he could think about was you.

What you would be wearing when he comes home, where you would be waiting for him, how pretty your eyes look when they roll to the back of your head.

Seeing that you sent him a message made his heart beat faster, opening it as fast as he could he felt all the blood drain from his face. Immediately recognizing the lingerie that you're wearing made his blood go south.

Cursing under his breath he quickly ran to the nearest bathroom stall and locked himself in it.

He wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine so he took a selfie while grabbing his bulge through his pants.

'Look what you're doing to me Amor'

Sending it to you, he rushed to the showers and tried to finish changing as fast as he could. Hurrying to say bye to his teammates, earning a few knowing looks from them, he made his way home as fast as he could, craving your touch like a starved man.

Today was Spain's last game before the regular football season continues. You sadly couldn't come and support your boy, as you didn't have time today to travel to Granada with Pablo.

He was a little disappointed at first. Because he really wanted you to come and watch him play, as it was the last game he would play for Spain for a while.

But after you promised to reward him if they won. His mood changed in mere seconds. The mischievous glint in his eyes after you told him he could do anything to you had your knees weak.

"Oh, Amor... I hope you can handle your promise."

And with that, he left, leaving you all hot and longing. Oh, how you begged that Spain would win today. You needed Pablo so desperately.

Now you were sitting on your couch, a fluffy blanket draped over your legs and a glass of wine in your hand. It took 18 minutes to know you were in for a long night.

1:0, Spain 'Gavi

Seeing your boy celebrate his goal, the slight blush covering his cheeks, and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead did things to you. Things that made you bolder than you should be.

Putting it on, you kneeled before the big wall mirror in your hallway, trying to ensure the dimmed light highlighted your curves perfectly as you posed for a few pictures.

After you were happy with the result, you sent Pablo your favourite photo of you.

'Your reward's waiting for you already ;)'

Turning your attention back to the TV you saw that the game was about to end, so you went upstairs to your bedroom waiting for Pablo to get home.

-Pablo's pov-

The whistle signalled the end of the match, and after celebrating the win for a bit, the team went back to the changing rooms. Pablo was never so happy that a game ended, after it was clear that Spain would win, all he could think about was you.

What you would be wearing when he comes home, where you would be waiting for him, how pretty your eyes look when they roll to the back of your head.

He rushed to the showers and tried to finish changing as fast as he could. Hurrying to say bye to his teammates, earning a few knowing looks from them, he made his way home as fast as he could, craving your touch like a starved man.

The moment the engine turned off, he bolted from the car, unable to bear another moment without your touch.

-Y/N's pov-

Hearing the door close, you threw your phone to the side, waiting for your boyfriend to come through the bedroom door.

And not even a second later, the door opened, revealing a slightly out-of-breath Pablo with a deep blush covering his cheeks.

You smirk at his flushed face, looking down to see his dick bulging through his sweatpants.

"You wanted me so bad you even scored a goal ... good boy."

You wanted to try something new this time, you wanted to be the dominant one today. And seeing the reaction, he made when you called

him a good boy made you confident for your plan to work.

Kneeling on the bed, you grabbed him by his waistband and dragged him toward you, immediately attacking his lips with a passionate kiss.

Whining, Pablo wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you back like there is no tomorrow.

"You gonna be my good boy today and let me do want I want? " you whisper into his ear.

"Ahh amor ... y-yes-" Pablo moaned ou, as your lips ghosted over the

sensitive spot on his neck. Smirking, you suck on his sweet spot earning yourself a needy whine.

"Lay down on the bed ... naked."

Rushing out of his clothes, Pablo lies in the middle of the bed. Taking in the sight of him sprawled out on the bed, his big innocent eyes looking at you, has your pussy dripping with arousal.

"Shit baby, look at you ... so hard for me."

Grabbing his leaking cock you started to jerk him off painfully slow, moaning at the sudden sensation, Pablo tries to buck his hips up to try and get a little more pleasure.

"Aw, is my boy feeling needy today?" you purr, grabbing his dick harder.

"Y-Y/N please-."

"Please, what baby ... what do you want?"

"P-please fuck me."

"You think you deserve to be fucked?" twisting your hand has him squirming on the bed, pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Ah s-shit yes ... I've been a good boy the whole match., p-please-"

"Yeah, you've been a very good boy, haven't you? Even scored a goal ... I think you deserve a reward," you whisper in his ear, licking over the hickeys you made prior.

Moaning, Pablo grabs the blanket beneath him, bucking his hips into your hand.

You give Pablo a last kiss on his plump lips before you retrieve your hand from his cock. Sitting up, you climb on top of him, rubbing your dripping pussy over his aching cock.

The feeling of his head rubbing over your clit makes your thighs twitch together.

"Mhm ... can't wait for your cock to fill my pussy so well."

Gasping at your words, Pablo hides his face in one of the pillows, whining loudly into it as he feels you sinking on it.

Biting your lip to stifle the moan that wants to leave your lips, you're starting to bounce on it with a hard pace.

The noise of skin slapping against each other and Pablo's whines are the only noises that can be heard.

You rest your hands on his shoulders for extra support as you speed up your pace. Not able to keep quiet, you moan Pablo's name as the tip of his dick hits your G-Spot.

"F-fuck, does that feel good baby?"

"Y-yeah f-feels so good ... don't stop, I'm coming!"

Pressing down harder, you can feel Pablo's dick twitch, indicating he's close. Not quite there yet, you bring your fingers down to your swollen clit.

The sight of you on top of him with your finger stroking your clit is enough for Pablo to tip over the edge.

Gripping your hips with a bruising grip, he spills his load into your pussy. Feeling the warm liquid filling you up has you coming hard.

As all your strength leaves you, you fall on top of Pablo, basking in the sweet afterglow of a mindblowing orgasm.

" Should I take over now?"

"Yeah ... being dominant is exhausting," you say, cuddling yourself deeper into his warm embrace.

Laughing, Pablo stands up to get you a damp towel to clean you.

You snuggled yourself back into the covers, looking forward to being taken care of again.

#pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x y/n #gavi x you #pablo gavi #pablo gavi smut #gavi smut #gavi x reader #pablo gavi oneshot #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader

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HI . GET ON THE DISSECTION TABLE. taking your brain RIGHT NOW OH MY GODDDDD. OH MY god ,,, everything in the zine,,,,,

obviously the quality of your work, the art itself is so good ,,,, but OUGHHGGGGHGH i need to bang my head into a wall until im unconscious . like the title itself, starting off . woe mama we are in for a fucked up roboty treat . your comps . your writing . in the most respectful and awestuck tone possible . i need to kill you

my favorite i think is how you draw gemerl ,, all the robots you nail their expressiveness but oughh ,, him in particular makes me kick my feet . 'you are everything i fear becoming' makes me actually tear the fucking floorboards up the themes of autonomy ,,,,,, ,,, and how you storytell through your comic panels,,, the 'what a fool you are to think the doctor is gone' panel set makes me drink 2 Monsters and eat glass

THE . THE IMPOSSIBLE GOAL COMIC RAGHHHHHH. FAV FAV FAV . geninely shaking and trembling looking at it like jesus thats so fucked up ,,, your mind . your writing is so everything !! i would love to get any insight for how you workshop it because it is consistently breathtaking it sticks with me so heavily,,, one time i accidentally stole a line of dialogue word for word from your Never turn back zine comic and had to change it dfhjd,,,,, (wow this line is so cool ! ...a little toooo cool. squint.) but yeah god the last comic wow,, your panel compositions are banger after banger you are so good at consistently writing evocative stuff,,, tragic, rlly funny, hopeful, its so inspirational

thank u so much for putting together such a cool zine, would love to have it physically one day !

GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS EDIT IS KILLING ME. this is such a rewarding ask to get, i'm so glad you picked up on these things!!

my writing work shopping style is. hm. a bit all over the place. i have a lot of thoughts about it i'll put under a cut if you're interested. there's a lot of little things i've picked up that help me out so so much that i would really love to share!

ok FIRST i should note that it took me so goddamn long to write this thing. like i had the very very VERY first concepts for metal sonic good future like. a year ago. the first scrawlings are literally in a notebook right after some thumbnails i was using for dance in fire and i was editing dialogue up until two days ago. i'm ill

BUT!!! there are a few things i like to keep in mind when i write/edit that have really helped me!

GET OTHER PEOPLE TO READ YOUR STUFF. ESSENTIAL STEP. i get stuck in holes with my work a lot and having beta readers and other eyes on this thing made it like a million times better

sometimes you have to kill your baby. there will be certain lines or moments that you ADORE that simply don't fit into the larger piece, and you gotta just cut it out to make it better sometimes. but usually this gives birth to an even cooler and more epic baby. or sometimes your killed baby is also resurrected later to be used in a different scene. does this make any sense

figuring out what emotion you want a scene to make people feel is very important - with this in mind, i also pay really close attention to how my writing or scene concepts make me feel physically. i think this is the thing that has helped me most with work shopping anything i want to be evocative. does a line make me tense my jaw? make my teeth vibrate? make my chest tight? do i suddenly feel the blood in my hands? if it makes me feel something within my body, i try to draw on that physical sensation when forming the rest of the scene.

ok this last one is. stupid. as i was wrapping up this thing i went through a final edit phase i'd call "Garten of Banban Vision." Garten of Banban is an indie horror game that has uhhh kinda mid dialogue. a lot of it focuses on exposition, and any emotion in it feels a bit hollow. with this in mind, i read through everything one last time and imagined like all of the lines were from a Garten of Banban game and spoken in the character's monotone voices. if the line felt like it could fit a little too well in the Garten of Banban world, i considered editing it. but if i started thinking "oh shit this is pretty good for a Garten of Banban game" i knew it was fine. do you understand what i was alluding to when i said my writing process is a bit all over the place

in conclusion. writing hard

#fernasks #born to fail

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aziraphales-library · 6 months ago

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Hi! I hope you all are having a good day or night. I was wondering if you could please help me find if there are there any NSFW body swap fics?

Hey. Here are some explicit bodyswap fics...

irresistible by lovserssclub (E)

In which Aziraphale can't help but admire Crowley's body before they switch back to their own vessels, and it turns out Crowley returned the sentiment with the angel's own body.

reflect what you are, in case you don't know by noodlefrog (E)

Nothing could ever compare to this, because while it was his body he was watching, it wasn’t him. Yes, those were his own hands, and it was his own blood that painted those cheeks and chest in a heated blush. It was his stomach and his throat betraying the jagged breaths in his lungs… but it wasn’t Crowley. As much as watching this felt like watching himself in a mirror, he could see his husband in every gesture and hear him in every sigh and gasp. It didn’t matter what body he wore. He would know Aziraphale anywhere.

Going Down, Going Up by vgersix (E)

Aziraphale's eyes darted, nervous under the quiet scrutiny. "You're at least 90% leg, do you know that?" He said, hugging the bundle of clothing a bit closer to his chest. "Don't know how you walk in this thing." "It's more of an upright slither, really," Crowley mused, taking in the angular lines of his own face. Bit pretty, those cheekbones, even if he did say so himself. "I see. So..." Aziraphale trailed off. He was suddenly very distracted by the intense blue of Crowley's eyes. Because of course, technically speaking, they were Crowley's eyes, it was just that at the moment… they looked exactly like Aziraphale's own eyes. The ones he'd been wearing for the last 6000 years, anyway.

It's the wine by chamyl (E)

On a drunken night, Aziraphale and Crowley decide to have some fun switching bodies and playing dress up. Side effects might include: seeing yourself in a new light, seeing your lover in a new light, generating a lot of general confusion, enjoying yourself a little bit too much.

Harmless Games Went To My Head (Now I Want You Breathing Down My Neck) by GardenOf_x (E)

“Here’s a thought,” he said, drawing Aziraphale’s attention away from the window. “What’s the first thing you’re going to do with me when you get to my place?” Aziraphale glanced down at himself in Crowley’s body as if he’d forgotten, a slight flush creeping up his neck that was so characteristically him that it looked almost obscene on his own skin. “Nothing. I won’t be doing anything with you… I mean, me.” (Or a lesson in how an almost innocent joke can get very out of hand, very quickly.)

call me. by starknight (E)

Not for the first time, Aziraphale tells himself to stop. He should go back to the tea - he’d have to make it again now, he’s been staring at Crowley’s reflection for too long - and settle down for a long quiet reading session. Perfect. Instead, Aziraphale sticks two of Crowley’s fingers into his mouth and moans at the sight. In which an angel and a demon swap bodies, and possibly enjoy themselves a little too much.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #bodyswap #adult omens #mod d

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thebreakfastgenie · 20 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/thebreakfastgenie/766051466520690688/thats-exactly-what-im-hoping-for-too-im-voting

I think a deep flaw in the online left is that they're basically comparing the current far left with a far right wing that's made every effort to entrench themselves for decades by comparison.

They keep mentally thinking that both sides are equal in power, and thus the thing that will clearly help them succeed is the moral purity of their cause.

Except that's not the case at all. Because the reality is that the far right has done far more work to make their hate normalized than the far left has ever done for their beliefs and entrench themselves into actual positions of power, both due to a combination of cruelty being easier, and simply doing far more work by comparison.

The far right has spent years sticking their ilk amongst the populace, from the highest ranking positions to the lowliest high ranking positions possible in order to indoctrinate as many people as possible to their cause.

The far left by contrast has done diddly squat. They're the arrogant punk kid who waltzes in expecting to kick ass and take names and be lauded and praised for it simply because of who they are, while ignoring that either everyone is a neutral bystander who doesn't like grandstanders with more bark than bite, or an ally of the guy they're coming in to sock the face of.

And that's bitten them in the ass time and time again, because while the big evil guy is unpopular, he's also entrenched and just needs to win once to smack the upstart down.

But unlike actual main characters, the far left is so convinced of their righteous superiority that rather than wising up and building a real base of power and catching the far right off guard for a knockout blow, they just keep on throwing themselves over and over again with the same idea expecting different results.

Yeah... I think there's a combination of not understanding how asymmetrical it is and an attitude of "it's not fair!" Like, no it's not, so it goes though. We've watched the far right become so deeply entrenched they've taken over the mainstream conservative party. The right played the long game on the courts and the left was complacent about that for way too long. It's also a huge thing in local elections. The right has paid way more attention to school boards and other positions like sheriff that are elected in many places, even up to state legislatures. Far right candidates winning these elections really helped entrench the far right in addition to the material effects they've had on people's lives.

I think part of the problem is just that electorate is a lot more conservative than the left is willing to admit. There isn't a hidden groundswell of support for the far left. You have to do the work the hard way and a lot of leftists aren't willing to. You know that Contrapoints quote about wanting to "endlessly critique power?" She was right on with that. I think there are elements within the left that romanticize the perpetual struggle. One might say

He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl And he's always at home with his back to the wall And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross

On the other hand, a lot of voters like the far right and want them to win. They may not like them for rational policy reasons, because a lot of voters don't vote for those reasons (I know, it's maddening, but so it goes) but they like them.

One of the reasons I tend to align myself with liberals rather than leftists is liberals get stuff done. I've seen tangible progress from liberals within my lifetime. There are so many structural advantages favoring the right that it's a huge fight to keep them out of power. We can turn the tide but we have to do the work.

I don't know how much sense I made I'm a little groggy.

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becausesomething · 10 months ago

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The farewell letter (zoro x reader)

Summary:

"You are my undoing! You taught me to love, to feel a happiness that cannot fit in my chest, to feel special and unique.

And now it's time for this love to teach us how to endure longing, not to lose hope.

Our destinies will meet again."

warning: nsfw, rough and carnal sex, established relationship

I needed to immortalize what I wouldn't have been able to say without the tears falling, without going against the oath that I had a way of saying goodbye to the love of my life.

Sitting in the aquarium watching what Ussop, Luffy and Chopper had caught, I got lost in my thoughts and disconnected from reality. Fortunately, everyone had already gone to their rooms, I stayed behind with the excuse of tidying up the space and having my schedule changed due to having spent the last few nights on watch.

When I couldn't sleep, that's where I escaped. It gave me a feeling of calm and hope. My body was charged with adrenaline, my mind was racing with emotions and my soul was processing and preparing itself.

I take the notebook that I always had with me and start writing. When I finish, I wipe my tears and go breathe the night air. The moon was full, which soothed my soul, reassuring me that this was my destiny, and my heart was slowly holding on to all the memories I had spent at the Thousand Sunny.

I opened the bedroom door and he was facing away. He had just taken a shower, the drops of water ran down his muscular body, making him even more desirable, as if that were still possible. He was a dream materialized on earth.

When he notices my presence he smiles slightly and comes over to me giving me a soft kiss. Before he escapes, I grab his hair and kiss him intensely. Our tongues were involved in seconds, the desire we felt never diminished, it only increased with each time we gave ourselves to each other.

He takes off the dress he was wearing, to be surprised that I'm not wearing anything underneath. The game of provoking him and seeing his reaction to trying to maintain his posture was something I couldn't resist. In seconds his posture transformed into wanting me carnally, with a look and a preserved smile that immediately left me dripping with lust.

The towel he had wrapped around his hip, which gave even more emphasis to that v, fell to the floor and the member didn't hide its hardness. We both wanted to become one. I push him onto the bed and then sit on top of him. I feel every inch filling me, while our gazes are concentrated and lost in each other's immensity. I pull myself towards him, running my nails down his torso and kissing his neck. Without mercy he grabs my hips and makes me go even deeper and my breathing starts to become laboured.

I want to feel it, deeper, stronger. The movements become rhythmic and deep, while our kisses leave us almost breathless.

He pats my ass and with the other hand he travels down my body, kissing and feeling my breasts, until he reaches my neck and gives the right pressure, making me whisper his name.

Rolling over me, it goes even deeper, and it's impossible to control that scream of feeling filled. The pace only increases, my nails are digging into my torso and arms. While he didn't slow down, he grabbed my breast and with the other hand masturbated my clitoris, which was asking for attention because it was so hard. Precise movements, screams and waves of orgasms invade my body.

Without mercy, he makes me get on all fours, with my ass sticking up. It was impossible not to provoke him in that position that made me feel so carnal and completely at his disposal. His hands wandered over my vulva, so wet it was dripping, and he made a point of teasing me with such simple movements on my clitoris that made me tremble with the wave of adrenaline that was still coursing through my body. He fills me again, now anally, making me roll my eyes with pleasure. Those centimeter's that were coming in and gradually increasing in rhythm, left me in a state of extraordinary ecstasy. Looking over the corner of my shoulder, I see the sadist's face and how carnal he is too.

With our bodies already sweaty and without slowing down, I feel him growing even more inside me. He pulls me against his torso and whispers something to me that I can't understand but I easily imagine what it is by going straight to my clitoris and starting to stimulate it the way he was moving in and out of me. It didn't take much for both of us to reach the peak and contemplate that feeling of paradise on earth.

We fell onto the bed, covered in sweat and the lust that coursed through our bodies in waves. I fit into him, with my head on his chest and one hand resting on his heart. As I feel fingers navigating my body.

I sneak out of bed without being able to look at how peacefully he slept.

I take his white shirt and put it on and my clothes are scattered around the room. I go to the bathroom to get ready and put the letter in the red scarf that he sometimes liked to steal from me and use.

I caress his dishevelled hair and give him a light kiss on the lips, when I was about to get up he pulls me, making me curl up in his arms and whispers "I love you". I hold back the tears and smile, "I love you too, king of hell." Just as he woke up, he goes back to sleep.

I take a look at his serenity, at his muscular, scarred naked body, covered only by a sheet, and close the door behind me.

Love is a complicated feeling. It is a feeling that emanates hope over the world. It's such a strong and overwhelming emotion. It is capable of changing a person, and leaving marks for eternity.

You were winning me over with your mysterious side. Always keeping your distance, but allowing me to get closer. Little by little our companies got used to it. The few words exchanged became conversations late into the night during nights on watch (even if it wasn't one of ours).

Given your persistence, I started joining some training sessions. Maintaining the distance and the relationship exclusively as friendship was already complicated with the complicity that grew, and it kept me hostage to just keeping you company and needing to get some fresh air when I saw you with your bare torso.

Those memories alone make my blood boil. Feeling the excitement build up, wanting to feel your body, every inch. Give myself up so you could drive me crazy.

Your stubbornness was as much as the image of mystery you portrayed, and I was also weak in that regard. I started joining your workouts, with your help, feeling your skin on mine. Controlling breathing and saliva. Keeping my mind in the present and not letting it get carried away by thoughts of how I wanted you to fuck me, eat me, make me just yours at that moment, show me the hell you would become over me. I know the feeling was reciprocal, as soon as you realized how my body reacted, you couldn't resist provoking it, as far as I was able to maintain my sanity.

It was a game between us.

The little hints of putting your body closer to mine. A human weakness that I played out in public. Your arm broke the mysterious image. Little touches, teasing with double meaning, stealing you for a second and throwing it at you and whispering to you what he wanted you to do to me and disappearing in seconds.

It was exciting, it was the way we related. We both wanted to, but something always stopped us when our bodies were pressed together and we felt each other's breath.

Until the day when insomnia became unbearable, the aquarium environment was no longer sufficient. I knew it wasn't your night on watch, I went straight to your room and before I could knock on the door, I was surprised by you opening it. You pull me towards you, wrapping me in your arms and you tell me: "please I can't take it anymore, I need to have you". That night our bodies joined together as one. That desire that had been building up over weeks, erupted between moans and screams, to show me the brute strength that surpassed my fantasies. I engraved every part of you in my memory, because it was in that intimacy that you showed me the Roronoa Zolo that no one else had been able to conquer.

That night was magical. And from that night that became a day without us leaving the room, my desire was to stay by your side. The nights on watch that started with conversations and ended with our bodies begging for just one more orgasm, the breaks during missions where everyone purposely put us on the same team and we looked like two teenagers with hormones raging, between games and kisses that ended up letting me show that it could also be hell or heaven on earth.

You are my downfall! You taught me to love, to feel happiness that doesn't fit in my chest, to feel special and unique.

And now it's time for this love to teach us how to endure longing, not to lose hope.

Our destinies will meet again.

The time had come to separate myself from the companions I had come to call family, to separate myself from the person who made me love more than myself, and follow my dream.

Be the person who would tell the truth to the world and stop living behind the scenes.

Find the 2nd parte here:

The StrawHats' Recation

Find more stories here and here xoxo

english is not my first language, even thought I use it more than my native tongue. I try my best to adapt it 🫣

#one piece #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece zoro #op zoro #one piece x y/n #fanficbiiyue

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askmerriauthor · 2 years ago

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Regarding this post I made earlier examining Geeta's antics in Paldea.

In Defense of Geeta

I feel like Geeta absolutely was written to be the shitty boss she is intentionally. There's too many situations where attention is drawn to her bad habits, either as them being directly pointed out or indirectly referenced. But what I really hope the case ends up being is that she's not at all a villain. Pokemon has gone the route of the suspicious CEO-type character being the "twist villain nobody could have seen coming!" for several games now. It's getting pretty old and I feel like it would be a weak direction for S/V to take.

Interestingly enough, one actually can look at all of Geeta's actions and not really see anything nefarious about them. Discussion after the jump for the sake of spoilers and wall'o'text.

It's very easy to look at Geeta and think she's a Bad Guy, given her strange behavior and all the negative attention she gets among the fandom. I'm certainly not innocent of seeing her in a less than endearing light, given my prior post. But a lot of that view does come from real world parallels and comparing the game's presentation to past Pokemon games in which nobody ever says the slightest criticism of the Champion, which may not necessarily be fair.

One of the biggest justifications Players have to indicate Geeta is bad is the way she meddles with the Gym Leaders and how corporate she's made the League. I pointed that out myself. But to flip it around... maybe she behaves that way because it's what the Gym Leaders need?

We constantly see Geeta inserting herself into events throughout the game. She shows up at the Academy, pops up at Gyms seemingly at random, and is always talking about how she has other pressing business that pulls her away from lingering too long. The only way she gets time to participate in casual encounters is when others (usually Nemona or the Player, if not both) take some of her workload off her plate. While I criticized the way Geeta had apparently deeply intertwined the Pokemon League, the Academy, and the Paldean economy itself, it does stand to reason doing so puts a ton of work on her having to maintain it. That's her own doing though, so it's a case of her getting what she signed up for and she never seems to shy away from it despite her habit of recruiting others to help.

The Gym Leaders, though? While they do remark about Geeta meddling with them, giving frequent reviews, and otherwise sticking her nose into their business, they've also shown that they're all pretty flaky. Rather, they're a total mess both individually and collectively. It's possible that the reason Geeta is constantly keeping an eye on them is because they need that in order to fit the direction Geeta is trying to guide the League in.

When we meet each of the Gym Leaders both in our first encounter and in the rematch post-game, we learn a lot about their behaviors through casual exposure. All of the Gym Leaders have a job besides running a Gym and, with the exception of Grusha, all of them show that running the Gym is by no means their top priority. Nor are any of them especially reliable when it comes to managing their Gyms. Based on past games, we're accustomed to Gym Leaders taking a large amount of pride in their position and holding it in esteem even when they also had other simultaneous jobs. We've seen Gym Leaders and Elite Four who were also artists, performers, athletes, CEOs, and such before. That's not the case with Paldea though; to these Gym Leaders, it's just a job and not necessarily one they put a lot of personal investment into compared to their actual passions/careers. It's mentioned that Geeta "strong-armed them" into taking on the role, which can be read that she went out of her way to convince strong, capable Trainers to become Gym Leaders for the sake of Paldea and because she saw the potential they held but weren't utilizing.

Katy flat-out forgot that she was under review and only appeared for the rematch by pure coincidence because she just so happened to visit that day. When we first meet Kofu, he and his assistant are both a totally scatterbrained mess. Iono only bothers with being a Gym Leader because it gets her viewership for her streamer career; if something else better came along, she'd surely jump for it immediately. Brassius is very upfront about his artistic passions being the number one thing in his life and openly abandons his responsibilities as a Gym Leader to pursue them during the rematch. Tulip's modeling career keeps her busy and she only has just enough time to show up for a brief match before immediately leaving to get back to her work. Ryme is more focused on her music career and wasn't even the original Gym Leader; that position belonged to her sister, Professor Tyme, who left the role to become a teacher. Larry, despite being the most vocal about his dislike of Geeta's habits, is also the most distracted as he has three simultaneous jobs and constantly works overtime. Finally, Grusha doesn't have any job besides being a Gym Leader, but that's only due to an injury that has made it impossible for him to pursue his original passion. That same injury has likewise cost him his motivation and drive to improve; he's only hanging onto his role as Gym Leader because he doesn't think he has anything else going for him now.

With all that in mind, it makes sense a rigid sort like Geeta would want to keep a close watch and short leash on all these unreliable personalities, doesn't it? She has to keep tabs on them because they risk failing the various Trainers who hope to challenge them otherwise, along with squandering their own potential. Geeta is always very open about her desire to foster powerful Trainers out of Paldea, if nothing else. After the rematch, all the Gym Leaders express a level of understanding and even appreciation toward Geeta for what she's done for them. Grusha and Larry stand out in particular, as they both confess that her meddling has helped motivate them to go beyond what they've settled into. Where Larry mentions that Geeta will dock his pay if he wastes time, he also mentions that she insists he stop overworking himself with overtime hours. So it's possible she's simultaneously trying to keep him focused without letting him overdo it as well.

When it comes to how corporate Geeta has made the League, that's not technically fair to say either. It's an easy shorthand but not entirely accurate. The goal of corporations is to make profit no matter what, but that's not really Geeta's motivation. She's not looking to get rich or powerful, but to rally as many genuinely powerful and talented Trainers up within Paldea as she can. That, in and of itself, isn't at all a bad thing and is commonly shared among all regions that have a League. While I criticize League Points as being company scrip, it does supply not just Trainers but all citizens of Paldea with an alternative way of funding themselves. This would include the Gym Leaders; despite common remarks (which I have made myself) about Geeta not paying the Gym Leaders a living wage, it's entirely possible they do indeed make plenty to thrive on and just have their non-Gym Leader job because that's their true passion that they want to put their effort into. Be it cash or League Points, they do have a salary. Larry himself mentions it outright, while Grusha and Brassius don't seem to be in any financial straits despite their unstable working conditions outside the Gyms. When it comes to the region's economy as a whole, subsidizing major commercial chains throughout the region just to make food and supplies more accessible can't be cheap; when you sell goods to the PokeMart for cash, you only get a fraction of the total value, but get significantly more (usually double) the value in League Points. Geeta's overall emphasis doesn't seem to be shaping the League and its sphere of influence within Paldea to make herself wealthy or powerful, but rather to make the whole affair as plainly efficient and self-sustaining as possible. In that regard, she's done a fantastic job.

When all is said and done, I genuinely hope Geeta isn't a villain but simply a boss with lofty visions, exacting demands, and absolutely terrible interpersonal skills. I feel like she'd be a lot more interesting that way in that she'd be a genuinely flawed person without her issues just being dismissed as "because she's the Bad Guy".

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon geeta #pokemon larry #pokemon grusha #but seriously - where the hell are Poppy's parents? What's the deal? I NEED ANSWERS #Geeta ruins everything but maybe not #I'm down for Socially Inept Disaster Boss Geeta #Why are you Gym Leaders not being productive and happy? I specifically requested it.

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Would You Still Love Me if I Was No Longer a Worm?

Zelda x Fem! Reader

From her initial disappearance, to her many cryptic apparitions, you’ve held onto the hope that Zelda might eventually come back to Hyrule. You never could have imagined the reality of her fate, nor how things could have ended.

A.K.A. The continuation of “Would You Still Love Me If I Was a Worm?”, which you can find linked in my pinned masterlist instead of here because Tumblr is sometimes weird with links. Like a worm on a string, this bitch is long.

Everyday felt the same. You woke up, you worked, and you waited. When was the last time you were truly “all there”? When was the last time you weren’t lost in thought, leaving your body to operate on auto-pilot? It was hard to say. You were barely aware of the time passing you by.

In truth, there was no point to it. You originally counted down the days, watching on in suspense as the sun climbed further and further into the sky until it dipped below the mountains, fully aware of every second that passed. Every minute meant the potential for an even worse disaster, but the world and her news took too long to reach you, and, soon enough, you paid no attention to the time that passed at all.

Your feet took you where you needed to be, your hands finished work without much of a problem, and those around you made sure you kept up with your health. All so your mind could be off somewhere else, high above the clouds, never to come down unless to ravage any news about the whereabouts of your beloved.

There seemed to be a permanent outline of your form on the side of the School in Hateno. Like old times, you waited with baited breath, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would walk out after all of the children had left, eyes filled with admiration and smile laced with joy. She would be there, like this was all just a twisted, shared nightmare.

But, of course, that never happened. You would wait and wait, but nothing changed. Sometimes, you arrived early enough to see the children leave to go play and hit each other with sticks in the street. The poor, sweet children who were too young to understand what was happening in the world. The children who only knew that their favorite teacher had disappeared.

Sometimes, you could catch glimpses of worry and anxiety on their faces. Sometimes, you’d watch them pretend to be heroes in their wild games of imagination, where they’d eventually find the lovely princess and bring her home where she belonged. Sometimes, they’d hand you poorly drawn pictures of her, and you would hold them close and pretend that the paper wasn’t suddenly stained with tears.

Symin would follow, watching you with concern. He would approach, placing a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that everything would be alright, and that she would be back one day, safe and sound. Some days, you would walk through town together in an attempt to keep her off of both your minds. Other days, you would collapse into his arms, shattering at the slightest bit of comfort.

When you heard that Link had been found, having gone missing since the new maelstrom of events struck Hyrule, you ran to meet up with him as soon as possible. The journey to the foot of Hyrule Castle all the way from Hateno was a long one, but, thankfully, the prospect of seeing your lover (and a great friend) again gave you the drive and confidence to press forward.

Had it not been for Purah holding him back for so long, he would have fled Lookout Landing as soon as he arrived. After all, he was just as desperate to find Zelda as you were. Knowing he was safe filled you with a sense of relief, of course, but that didn’t stop the iron-clad grip of dismay from surrounding your heart.

He didn’t have the heart to tell you about her sudden appearance at the castle, knowing that the information would only get your hopes up. Besides, another mention of her name without any news of her whereabouts would surely cause the cracks in your resolve to deepen.

You lingered in the small settlement for several days before heading back. Winded from your long journey and hampered by disappointment, it was far easier to remain there than head back home immediately. Besides, news of her whereabouts would sooner reach the Lookout than Hateno.

The eventual return trip was long, considering that you weren’t beelining through every obstacle to reach your destination. The stables along the way helped restore your fatigued body, and the issues of the Lucky Clover newspaper kept the burning dread in your being at bay. The new issues were read several times over, and old issues thoroughly combed over for any details you might have missed in the off chance that there might be some mention of the princess.

But even with the growing drama between the mayor and fashionable mushrooms, Hateno simply lacked the excitement of Lookout Landing, leading to you journeying between the two frequently. The fresh air and new scenery helped keep your misery at bay. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

Each visit progressively became longer and longer, until, eventually, Lookout Landing was essentially your new home. Helping Purah tinker with her beloved Sheikah technology and aiding Josha with her Depths research was leagues better at keeping your mind busy than any of the mindless work in Hateno. And when you eventually had to return to the farming town for short periods of time, you could check in with Robbie and let him ramble about his discoveries and inventions.

While you loved to check in with him, though, you were all too anxious to return. You simply couldn’t bear the thought of missing any new information. No amount of distractions could fully blow away the anxiety embedded in your bones. Nothing could fill the ever growing void nipping at your heart.

You clung to every bit of information, no matter how small or unbelievable. So many sightings had been reported from all across the kingdom, and even though the princess they describe was so far removed from the woman you knew so well, you chose to believe them. You hoped and prayed that she was somewhere, anywhere, even if she was a vastly different person

And while the newspaper was, generally speaking, a great source of information, nothing compared to the fount of knowledge that was Link. Zelda means as much to him as she does to you. He knew more than anyone the pain that her disappearance had caused your aching soul. He was busy, traveling across the world and solving crises left and right, but he always made time to bring new information to you.

Hearing about the various Zelda sightings from him made the tales feel so much more real, even if the woman in the story never ended up being the real deal, and he filled in gaps that you never even knew existed. Interwoven within his words were stories of his exploits. About the Zonai, and the Depths, and the Sky Islands, and the general alteration of the world. It helped to ease your mind, in a weird way, and it seemed to help him relax a bit as well.

Through it all, you were sick and eaten away by worry. Zelda was a capable woman. If she was in danger, she would know how to defend herself, surely. She would be fine, and would turn up, somehow, and life would go back to how it was before. And you told this to yourself over and over again, yet a part of your mind refused to let it stick.

But your mental setbacks could be pushed to the back of your mind as you watched Lookout Landing grow. The various races of Hyrule all pooling into one area overtime, spreading tales of their people and the hardships they had just endured, filled your heart with warmth. A comforting, fuzzy feeling that you had all but forgotten about for far too long.

While dread filed into the pit of your stomach each day that passed, knowing that the various kingdoms of the world were prepared to spend all available resources to find the princess rekindled the spark of hope in your soul that was previously burnt down to the cinders.

With the knowledge that Link had cleaned up the last of the strange phenomena in the world, you anxiously awaited his return, knowing that he would have new information to share. When he finally did, though, having to go through the onslaught of people wanting to thank him for all he had done, he approached you with a level of hesitance you had never seen before.

Link, the man you had only ever known as being fearless, if not the very embodiment of courage itself, appeared to be anxious. On edge. His posture, the look that he gave you when he finally met your eyes, told you that he was nervous. But before you could even greet him properly, Purah let out a garbled scream, as all eyes turned towards Hyrule castle and the blood-red sky.

You have never been so high up in your entire life. Had it not been for the serene beauty of the cloud painted landscape below, you’d be clambering to return to the surface. He’s told you about the Sky Islands before, and in extreme detail to boot, but actually standing on solid ground far above the world you hailed from was otherworldly to say the least. Not that it took away from the current situation.

Link had called this place “The Temple of Time”, a name that seemed odd to you, considering that such a place existed on the surface, although with a vastly different appearance. Getting past the moving gears to get to the back of the temple was almost as unnerving as getting to the sky in the first place. Almost as unnerving as standing in the open air, on a platform that felt as if it could crumble at any moment.

Almost as unnerving as facing the reality of the situation. Of facing the information that Link was going to tell you that made it necessary to come up here in the first place. His insistence of coming to this place, along with his blatant nervousness from before, was more than enough to put you on edge.

Your only saving grace was learning that the Zelda plaguing Hyrule and, primarily, her stables was a mere puppet created to spread chaos throughout the land. But a part of you already knew something was wrong with “her” to begin with, considering that the stories didn’t sound like your Zelda. And given how Link looked when going into Hyrule Castle, it was evident that he already knew as well.

Still, the entire event put you on edge, watching on with baited breath as he made his way into the castle, followed by his entourage of companions, or sages as Purah called them. Their eventual return, bearing disastrous news about some so-called “Demon King”, delayed Link even further. But seeing each of his friends was nice. While you didn’t know them well, they all knew you, and, more importantly, your relation to the princess.

Through their discussion of how to purge this ancient evil, they gave you rather effective comfort. But as they eventually left to their own domains, prepared to attack as soon as Link was prepared, you were left with him. His nervousness, while less obvious, was still noticeable, as he insisted upon taking you somewhere different to tell you what he had learned.

Slowly, you turn to him. Link’s gaze darts around the horizon, seemingly looking for something just out of view. Whether he notices you waiting or not doesn’t seem to matter. You were always anxious to hear what new information he had amassed, but this was an entirely different matter.

The sound and feeling of your heartbeat prevented you from calming down, as your anxiety threatened to take over. Though the scenery and strange sensations-primarily the bizarre sound of the temple’s bell and the constructs and, what seemed to be, odd roaring in the distance-provided a distraction, it was only a matter of time before the dam to your emotional reservoir would burst open.

Suddenly, he perks up, motioning you over to the edge. Shifting over slowly, as if any sudden movement would hurl you over the edge, you gaze out into the open sky, as a strange, albeit familiar, shape enters your field of view. A dragon. You had seen it flying around before, surely, but were never sure if it was one of the others slithering about the skies or something entirely new.

From here, it was obvious. The golden fur (hair?), turquoise accents, and… wide eyes made it clear that this dragon was new to Hyrule, likely appearing alongside the Sky Islands and falling debris. The longer you looked, the more features you absorbed and committed to memory. It was strange, but it really reminded you of-

“Zelda.”

“..What? What do you mean-”

“It’s Zelda.” You look at him. You stare. Surely his words couldn’t be true, could they? Realistically, there’s no way a person, especially your Zelda, could become something so.. so different, but the conviction and earnestness in his tone, and the fact that he would have no reason to lie to you, on top of the fact that he spoke…

You turn away from him, looking back at the horizon, at the dragon slowly grazing through the sky, cutting through the air like a fish through water. The golden hair, the blue accents, the effortless grace laced into its movement…

Link grabs ahold of your nearly limp body, preventing you from tumbling into the lake far below. Your legs had given out from under you, strength leaving the moment his words truly sank into your mind. You weren’t sure if you should laugh or cry at, what very well may be, one of the worst cases of cosmic irony the kingdom had ever seen.

You shook in his grasp. The expression on your face was blank, as tears formed in your eyes and fell to the pristine floor below. Link’s embrace and attempts of comfort went unnoticed, as your entire being was focused on the dragon in the distance. On the woman you love, who’s been here since this shit storm began, who was both so familiar yet so different at the same time. There was but one thing you could do for her now, and no force in Hyrule would be capable of holding you back.

You all but begged Link to take you up to her, properly this time. While the regular dragons of the world weren’t entities you were familiar with, you knew that they were peaceful creatures. Surely, she would be the same. You were confident. He knew how much this meant to you, but it was difficult to find a good time and place considering that she was constantly on the move. But eventually, it happens.

Being launched into the sky by an amalgamation of foreign devices made for a terrible experience, but it was worth it to reach her. Despite your insistence, you hesitated to get off of the Lovecraftian machinery Link had concocted. Pressing your foot onto her body as gently as possible, as if your body weight would cause her excruciating pain, you slowly move onto her.

Link follows after, jumping off of his device with reckless abandon as it topples to the ground below. He’s done this song and dance before, many times, you were sure, but it still made you uneasy. He takes you by the hand and gently leads you down the expanse of her body, moving slowly so as to not disturb your balance.

Your hands lingered on her turquoise spines, holding them gently, the same way that you would hold her hand. The iridescent glow of her yellow scales was a marvel on the eyes, but you kept yours fixed forward so as to avoid looking at the ground below. Although, the movement of her limbs consistently grabbed your attention, as they waved back and forth and periodically clutched around nothing. It was cute, in a sense, but then again, you thought everything she did was cute.

The blond mane at her head was odd. Thicker and more coarse than regular hair, but not unpleasant to the touch. It crunched slightly under your boots, as if it had not been disturbed in many, many years. You grimaced at every step. Even though she showed no signs of distress, or even any acknowledgement of your presence, you couldn’t help but think otherwise.

At the top of her head, Link stopped, looking back at you. With hesitant steps, you follow, making sure that what you were doing was fine. He releases the hold on your arm slowly, before stepping back. He couldn’t just leave you up here alone with no way to get back down, but he could still give you some privacy.

You move to sit down, perched between her elegantly-curved horns, to prevent yourself from falling. Your legs felt unreliable, which was understandable considering how high up you were with nothing to save you if you fell. Not to mention the fact that the creature you were standing on is the love of your life, a notion that still felt so shocking that it made your limbs weak.

Your hands ran over the fur that covered her head, it’s softness contrasting her sleek, cold-to-the-touch scales. Her horns, which were oddly chilled as well, appeared delicate and almost glass-like with the way they caught and reflected light, but were strong and sturdy in your hands. Amazement and awe fought tooth and nail with your anxiety and dread.

It felt somewhat strange to speak to her. Would she even understand your words, or would they come off as gibberish? And even if she did understand, she wouldn’t be able to properly respond to you, would she? On second thought, maybe it’s better if she can’t understand, because otherwise she would be trapped in her own mind, unable to communicate.

“Zelda.. I’m sorry it took me so long to see you.” Not the words you meant to say, but that’s all that came out, sounding tired and pathetic. You really hoped that Link couldn’t hear you.

“Do you remember what I said to you, before you went under the castle? About being a worm and all? I said it as a joke, sure, but I want you to know that I meant what I said.” You shuffle slightly, peering over from your spot to look into one of her eyes. It remained unchanged, staring off into the abyss aimlessly. Still, you hoped your words reached her, even if she didn’t understand them.

You move back to your spot. Brushing your hand over her head, you lean down and gently press your lips onto her forehead, the same place where the Master Sword had occupied for so long. Another thing Link had told you, about the ethereal light that poured from it while embedded in her skull, and about how she thrashed about when he attempted to pull it, and the realm of golden light she brought him to, and about how she spoke to him afterwards. About why she changed herself, potentially forever, for the sake of the world.

You decide that maybe it’s best to join her in staring off into the sky beyond. The mix of brilliant orange and bright yellow peering over the horizon has always been beautiful, but you haven’t appreciated it since she disappeared. The moment felt… right. You desperately hope there would be a way for her to turn back, but you could still make this work.

You could somehow make your home in the sky and take rides with her across the world. You could remind her of all the things she loved, tell her about all kinds of technology and discoveries made in the world since her human form left and bring her Silent Princesses. You could scold Link when he inevitably shot arrows into her body, even though she didn’t appear to be in pain. You could live together again.

With newfound determination and vigor, you stand slowly, turning back to Link. He had traveled pretty far down her body, having picked off a handful of spikes that had come loose since the last time he visited her. You nod, signifying that you were ready to go back down to the surface.

As much as you want to stay with her, you have a whole slew of things to do in order to keep your promises. Besides, the longer you stayed, the more motion sick you felt. Hopefully, you’d build up a tolerance over time. Hopefully. He jogged over to you, sticking the spines into his pocket.

“Were you going to Tarrey Town anytime soon?” He turns his attention from his infinite pocket space to look at you, eyebrows knitted. You lean against one of her horns for balance, running your hand over its somewhat rough surface.

“You know, to ask about a dream home.” He looked at you with some concern, then carefully considered your words, before giving you a look as if to say ‘that isn’t going to work’. You try to convince him otherwise, about how Hudson Construction could pull off anything with enough resources and determination, as he grabs your arm again and prepares for a rough trip down.

For once in a very, very long time, you felt somewhat at peace. The all-encompassing dread that previously crushed your soul had lessened dramatically. Knowing that Zelda was safe took the weight off your chest, but failed to pluck away your anxieties in full. Even though you were determined to stay by her side, and were willing to do whatever to be with her, you were afraid of spending the rest of your life with her like this.

You could manage for now, sure, but it was only a matter of time before the constant trips to and back from her, as well as the reliance on Link to actually get up to her, would run you ragged. You’d never tire of her, of course, even if she can’t communicate with you, but you could do without the journey.

Maybe you could find a way to build a small house on her, that way you wouldn’t have to leave as often. Link has the inexplicable ability to build things, sometimes out of thin air, so maybe he could help. But, then again, that would probably be uncomfortable for her.

No matter. You’d have time to think about that later. Like always, you have to focus on seeing her again. Your short visits to Hateno were all but forgotten about, as you were all too focused on trips to see Zelda, and when you weren’t doing that, you were helping out around Lookout Landing.

Admittedly, you haven't told anyone about the princess’s fate. It’s not necessarily an easy topic to bring up, assuming that people would even believe you to begin with given how unbelievable it sounds without actually seeing her in person. The people around you had no idea what you were up to on all of these trips, but they were at least happy to see you in better spirits.

Each trip would be relatively the same. You’d set out on your horse and ride around until you caught sight of her. It took a considerable amount of time to do, but you managed to follow and track her general path throughout the land on horseback, meaning all you had to do was travel along the path until you found her.

On some trips, you would just ride along in her shadow, as if the two of you were going on a walk throughout the countryside, no matter how rocky the terrain or terrible the weather. Other times, you had Link by your side, which allowed you to sit with, or rather on, her, but only after having a minor heart attack in the process.

Even though the Demon King’s rise was imminent, he always found the time to help you up to her. If anything, it gave him an excuse to relax and rest for a few hours. He’s been through hell and back multiple times, and will undoubtedly face much worse threats soon, so taking a little time to himself, especially when he can help you in the process, does his soul good. Besides, he misses her, too.

While there, you would talk to her. You’d tell her about all her old friends and companions, about how they’ve been doing and how much they miss her. You talk about the most recent discoveries revolving around the Zonai and about the innovations Purah and Robbie have been making. You talk about what life has been like since she “disappeared”, although it often ended up being barebones, considering you spent most of that time thinking and worrying about her, and she didn’t really need to know that.

You’d also bring her Silent Princesses, making sure to show them to her, even if she never looked directly at them. You’d weave and braid the stems into her hair and around her horns, and any left over would be left on her head. They’d wither away eventually, assuming they didn’t fall off first, but it never deterred you.

You’d bring other objects as well, one’s with some sentiment, although not important enough just in case they were dropped. You had brought books she’d gushed about and personal journals. There were also pieces of clothing, like her favorite kind of tunics, as well as the hoods she had taken a liking to after the Calamity. You also brought her barrettes and a brush once, with the intention of brushing her long mane, but it got stuck almost immediately. Not wanting to risk hurting her, you gave up after getting it untangled, sticking to running your hands through it instead.

All in all, being with Zelda as is was a full time job, one that was both time consuming and rewarding. But you could keep this pace up, at least until after the Demon King had been defeated. Once he was dealt with, the world could regain a sense of normalcy, making your life easier to some degree. Maybe you and Link would even be able to tell the others the truth about her disappearance, taking some of the stress off of your shoulders.

You had just returned from an annual trip to Kakariko Village, dozens of Silent Princesses on your person. The massive chasm that collapsed the center of the forest was terrifying to navigate around, but the fear of falling was worth it for her sake.

Stashing away most of the flowers for later, with the remainder carefully packed into your horse’s saddle pocket, you begin planning your next outing. Or, you tried to, but it was difficult to think straight with the tension in the air. Link had finally gone beneath Hyrule Castle, putting everyone on edge.

His companions-the sages-had all showed up, ready to provide him aid. They only stopped by for their final preparations before setting off after him, but seeing them made the situation feel much more real. It reinforced how dangerous their mission was. It made you think about all of their terrible things that could happen if something went wrong.

It was obvious that everyone was on the same wavelength, trying to keep their thoughts off of what ifs and go about life as normal. But it was truly impossible to just brush off the momentous battle happening beneath your feet, impossible to pretend that everything was perfectly normal.

Trying your best to act natural, you tend to your horse while thinking of what to say next time you see her. You would need Link to come back alive, something you were certain would happen, in order to get up to her. There would be so much to talk about, and she deserved to know every last detail. She especially deserved to know that the ancient evil, the one that led to her being trapped within the body of a dragon, was gone for good.

You look back at the castle, wondering if they were all faring well against the previously imprisoned evil, if they were even fighting him at present at all. You think of Zelda, naturally, wondering if she knew what was happening. Realistically, she didn’t. How could she? But it was interesting to think about what she would do if she could help Link fight.

Your gaze shifts over to Purah, perched on her prized telescope, panning over the general castle area. She, like everyone else, was determined to act as if the current situation wasn’t affecting her or her work ethic. However, she hasn’t moved from her position since Link left. If she saw anything happening in the castle or around the crater, she didn’t let on.

You look around the rest of the Landing, watching just about everyone do the same. All attempting to do their work or training while keeping their eyes transfixed at the floating castle. You look back at your horse, continuing to brush through its delicate mane. If only you could be ignorant to the happenings around you, only worried about getting your hair brushed.

You focus your mind on anything else. About Zelda and wherever she was on the path she had chosen to take for the rest of her worm life. About the horse in front of you, who didn’t have a care in the world other than your affection and care. About the swaying trees and fauna out in the distance, bouncing in the breeze. Or about the fish leisurely swimming in the nearby lakes and rivers. Or the monsters chanting with one another at their campfires.

Or the shaking of the ground. About the tremors from deep below the earth that shook you to your core. About the ones that previously racked Hyrule Castle when it originally ascended into the sky above alongside a cloud of red and black flame. Or the screams of people around you, terrified at what was happening above.

Looking back in a panic, you see it. First, it’s the castle shaking, as parts just out of view seemed to shake loose. But from below, a dark, bellowing figure, appearing to be made out of pure malice, emerged. The ghastly figure takes root, limbs reaching out to grip the castle walls, which were abandoned when the castle proper rose, as it escapes from the abyss.

The being soon became concrete, as it flew higher into the air. It was another dragon. A dragon bigger than any of the ones you’d ever seen, with massive curled horns and a viscerally bloody mane. The Demon King, the ancient evil who had been trapped under the world for centuries.

Before you can even consider what might have happened to Link and the sages for it to break free, another figure, high above, catches its attention. It’s Zelda, swooping below the Demon to catch something, or someone. Presumably, hopefully, the small speck in the sky that fell between the two was Link.

The two dragons intertwine with one another, as the Demon continuously attempts to attack Zelda, only for her to dodge past his maw and blazing hellfire. She flies far above him, before suddenly dropping down, as if preparing to catch something, before repeating. You have never seen her move so quickly, soaring through the air, as if escaping the clutches of evil was an effortless task.

The battle is both terrifying and enrapturing, as the two dragons appear to become more and more desperate. Their movements become more rapid, more erratic, the Demon lashing out to do anything to survive while Zelda does everything in her power to stay out of the line of fire.

You're too distracted thinking about Zelda’s safety that you don’t even notice the sky twisting red, or the sudden rise of the moon, or the massive light bursting from the Demon’s head, or it’s wretched screeches as it burrows further into the air, where it implodes into a massive pillar of light.

In the back of your mind, you’re aware of it. You know it was there, that it happened, but your focus was entirely on her. She coasts through the air, moving about like normal, floating around the pillar of light, until she stops.

You watch with baited breath as her entire body begins to still and glow with a brilliantly soft light. In the blink of an eye, she’s gone. The Light Dragon is gone, as the light from her body scatters into the sky. In her place is another tiny speck, followed by the other.

You can hear the commotion around you. People are still yelling in confused panic, some clinging onto each other in fear. Others are praying, or stationary in disbelief. Those brave enough left to the foot of Hyrule Castle, watching for damage and any other threat that may slither out from the Depths below. But your mind isn’t here. It’s with her.

You watch as the two figures inch closer to each other and the ground. Your mind was simultaneously far too busy and far too empty. Dozens of thoughts and possibilities flitted across your consciousness, but each one was discarded as quickly as it was conceived. You couldn’t think about what could or might be. There’s no room for anything other than her.

Her body comes closer into view, now held by Link who directs their falling forms into the water below, crashing into it’s pristine surface. Shakily, you swing onto your horse, as adrenaline courses through your veins. You’re vaguely aware of Purah yelling after you, but your body moves on its own. Spurring your stead forward, you move as quickly as possible to the small pond by the Landing, praying for the best.

As soon as you see Link, you jump off of your horse. Despite the shakiness in your legs, the weariness in your bones, you force yourself over to him. He looks up at you, nodding reassuringly. He’s tired and haggard after witnessing unseen horrors, but you can’t focus on him. Because past him is her.

Zelda. Dressed in strange yet beautiful clothing, it’s Zelda. Not a mindless dragon soaring through the air, laying in the bed of flowers before you, it’s Zelda. You kneel by her side as Link backs away, ready to give you both space. She stirs, eyes cracking open slightly. She looks around, regular, emerald eyes taking in her surroundings, and then sits up. She looks to Link, confused, and then to you.

“What? How did-” Her voice comes out hoarsely, but with an undertone of warmth. However, she’s cut off as you bring her into a tight embrace, holding her body against your own as if she could slip through your fingers at any moment. She sits there for a few seconds before coiling her arms around you.

She eventually leans back, fighting against your grip, in order to make eye contact. She looks up at you, eyes brimming with joy and tears.

“Would you still love me if I was no longer a worm?”

“Of course. Whether you’re a big dragon or not.” You move a hand to her caress her cheek, voice so soft that it was barely above a whisper. “You’re too important to me to just let go like that.”

She laughs, a wonderfully bright sound that for so long only existed in your distant, hazy memories. She wipes away the tears rolling down your cheeks. You don’t even know when you started crying.

“Well, I’m glad… I..” She sniffles, as the tears welling up in her eyes threaten to spill over. “I never thought that I would get to see you again.”

“I came to see you whenever I could. I followed you across Hyrule just to see and speak to you.” You brush away her tears with all of the gentleness you can muster, before taking the hand away to grab her own cradling your face, gently guiding it to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to each knuckle. “I even tried to build a home in the sky to be with you.”

The gentle tears turned to sobs, as she fell back into your arms. Despite her crying, the same bright smile is painted across her lips. She takes a few moments to compose herself again before speaking.

“I’ve been asleep for all this time, but I can remember a warm feeling, like a wonderful, loving embrace.” She moves your conjoined hands away from your face, squeezing it gently, before leaning up to press a sweet, delicate kiss to your lips. The amount of warmth and love in her expression was blinding.

“Oh, I wish you could have seen it, the founding era of Hyrule. The world the Hylians and Zonai built together was wonderful, and all of the people I met, the King and the Queen, they…” She trails off, voice quiet, as if you were the only two people in the world. “I wish you could have met them. They would have loved you so much.”

Her smile somehow brightens, as her tone morphed into the same one she used when discussing her discoveries. She rambles on about the people she met and all that she had seen. You’re both vaguely aware of the people around you, in shock and disbelief that the princess was safe and sound. But you didn’t pay them any mind, and neither did she. She was home, and that’s all that could ever matter.

#loz x reader #botw x reader #totk x reader #zelda x reader #fem reader #shes so cute i love her #i dont even remember writing that much what happened #do you ever think about how terrifying it would be to watch the final fight play out #tumblr really didnt like me dumping 12 pages of words into a post #ive never seen it lag so much #anyways happy barbieheimer

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g0ldgauntlet · 1 year ago

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I do not feel sympathy for Michaela Laws.

This is sort of a vent post (and likely the only post I'll ever make about Yansim since anything else I could say has probably been said by several other people), so feel free to scroll past this if you're not interested.

If you are, then proceed below. (Tw for grooming)

A few days ago, Michaela Laws resigned from her role as Ayano Aishi from Yandere Simulator after learning that its developer had groomed a minor. I want to first make clear that I am glad that she left, and she did the right thing by leaving. However, all I could keep thinking was one thing: Why did it take her this long?

So many people already knew about how horrible Alex Mahan (aka Yandere Dev) was. Surely someone must have told her-

Oh wait.

I found out that multiple people did, in fact, tell her about his past actions. Her response was to defend him, and then she doubled down on defending him when she was informed of the more current actions that Alex had committed at the time.

If you don't believe that's her, the post is still up on Tumblr via this reblog and here. Michaela knew about all of this as far back as 2017.

I find it most interesting that in these screenshots and posts, she referred to everyone who despised Alex as "anti-dev masses," and she ignored the things he said and did because she is, in her words, "an intellectual who can separate fiction from reality."

She even claimed that the people telling her that he treats women differently (which he does) are "sexist," even when said people told her that he very well could have hurt other people even if he was nice to just her.

The cherry on top of this is her unironic usage of the term "SJW," which tells me everything that I need to know about this. And you know what? Her saying in her resignation tweet that she still hopes that the game gets completed makes perfect sense to me now despite how out of place it feels compared to everything else. If she believes in separating fiction from reality, then she likely believed that she could still separate content from the creator.

In Alex's case, I strongly disagree with that notion, but what feels more contradictory is this other statement in the tweet:

I did not join to be a defender or arbiter of anyone's actions outside of the project.

However...That is literally what Michaela did. As I said, she defended Alex because of the "rumors" being spread about him.

She doesn't get to cry on Twitter about things turning out like this when she willingly claimed that Alex was only getting so much bad attention because "people don't like him."

She was the one who said "don't believe everything you hear." It was her who downplayed Alex's actions as "mistakes" or "accidents," and she claimed that he is "just a guy trying to make a game and be a game developer."

She doesn't get to backtrack now and pretend that she didn't knowingly defend Alex and stick by him for six more years after the making of that Tumblr post.

It took her six years and another minor after sisefs getting hurt for her to acknowledge what most people who knew about Yandere Simulator already knew about this man - That he is a terrible human being.

To be clear, I am not putting any blame on Michaela for what happened to the victims. I do not believe that she could have known about the current victim, or even the past one at the time of when the information came to light. Also, I do appreciate her giving support to all of the victims involved and correcting her previous statement since some (myself included) thought that she was perpetuating victim-blaming. However, that is as much benefit of the doubt that I could possibly give her. As for everything else? I cannot do that, and here's why:

It is my belief that she was well aware of what she was doing, and she either didn't see anything wrong with what Alex did or just didn't care until she finally realized how badly this all reflects on her now that Alex has been shown up-front once again to be an awful person (I also believe that this is connected to the backtracking in her resignation tweet as well).

Basically, my frustration comes from how far things had to get before she finally decided to denounce Alex and his actions.

She made her choice. Given that she previously claimed that she does not care about trying to look better and said that she would delete attempts to "sway" her about Alex, it seems clear that this was also the hill that she was willing to die on. Well, look where that got her. I cannot, for the life of me, understand how she didn't expect that a terrible person with a rightfully terrible reputation would end up doing something even more terrible, and that she was willing to ignore everything up until now. I don't understand how she didn't think that this would also negatively affect the game by association of the developer, but at this point, whatever happens to the game doesn't matter nearly as much as what Alex has done and likely will continue to do since it's been proven time and time again that he will never change as a person.

So no, I don't feel sympathy for Michaela Laws. I don't feel bad about her saying that she stuck with this game for almost ten years despite sticking up for Alex and sticking by him for six of those years. She did this to herself, and Yandere Simulator is probably something that she will be connected to for a long time since she is well-known as the voice of the game's main character. She could have left sooner, but chose not to and made it clear that she didn't want to until the truth had to be shoved right in front of her face.

So for that, Michaela only has herself to blame.

Edit:

I would like to add this Twitter thread that proves the point I was making here.

Michaela, three years after the Tumblr post I linked, straight up admits that she doesn't care about what Alex does, and she accuses a victim of Cryaotic (another groomer) of lying.

Even if Michaela apologized for the latter bit, it just goes to show that she was more than willing to ignore what people told her about Alex and still stand by him and the game.

This whole thing is a recurring trend with her. Had Alex not been exposed again, she probably would still be defending him even now.

She isn't sorry about being a part of the project at all.

And if she isn't sorry, then I don't feel sorry for her either.

#yandere simulator #yansim #yandere dev #michaela laws #honest to god i seriously don't know what she was expecting #yandev being horrible again?? what a shocker #vent post #grooming #gold's essays

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zoeykallus · 1 year ago

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Hunter - Enemy Mine 11 - Trapped

Warnings: Cat And Mouse Game / Tension / Angst/Strong Language/Deprivation Of Liberty

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Drifting through space without thrusters, you are an easy target for Clone Force 99. Sitting in a trap, you are waiting for the inevitable.

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What Happened Before:

Enemy Mine

Part 2 - No Way Out

Part 3 - Turning Tables

Part 4 - Beneath The Surface

Part 5 - Priorities

Part 6 - Choices

Part 7 - Not So Welcome

Part 8 - The Uncertain

Part 9 – Deception

Part 10 - The Hunter

You have locked the airlock, an automatic reaction to the situation you find yourself in. This gives you a little more time, but basically you're just postponing the inevitable. Hunter and his squad will gain access, one way or another. The thought sets your pulse and mind racing. It's not long before you hear the outer airlock open, then you hear knocking and rumbling at the inner airlock. There is no way out. The engine is broken, you can't fix it, at least you wouldn't know how. You are stuck here. Nervously, you look around, still holding Hunter's blaster. You take cover behind a crate and aim at the still closed hatch. You have no idea how far you are willing to go. You are afraid, but you also want to see Hunter again. It takes a while, then you see and hear the glow of a plasma cutter. "Fuck," you curse softly. Your shaky fingers, nervously, close a little tighter around the blaster's handle. Your only weapon, maybe your only chance. For now you've got it set to stun.

Finally, someone bumps into the cut-open hatch from below and the metal flies into the interior of the ship, landing on the floor with a clatter. The sound is loud, forceful, making you wince. You hear Hunter say your name, but you don't answer him, you don't even know what to say. Then his head appears in the hatch. He sees you, at the same moment you pull the trigger, but Hunter ducks hastily and you miss. "Easy, girl. We don't want to hurt you." You hear Crosshair grumble, "Speak for yourself". "Shut up" you hear one of the others grumble, probably Echo. Again, Hunter says your name. When you again don't respond, he says, "Now you already have two things I want back. The data stick and my blaster. I have to admit, you are the first person to shoot at me with my own blaster." You say braver than you feel, "If you're not careful, I'll be the last one too". Hunter laughs softly, "Girl, that's exactly what I hope too" You roll your eyes, annoyed. "You know exactly what I mean," you growl.

"Possibly," he admits. After a moment of silence, he says, "Look, if you make me do this, I'll send Wrecker ahead, you'll need several hits to stun him and I bet he'll be on you faster than you can take him out." Nervously, you lick your lips and say, "I'll switch to live ammo then." Hunter asks calmly, "So you're ready to kill? Because I don't think so" "Get out of here!" you exclaim in frustration. "We can't, and you know it" Hunter calmly returns, "I thought we had an understanding" Hunter climbs up very slowly, you aim for him but hesitate, watching as he climbs inside the freighter. As Crosshair tries to climb after him, he looks at his brother and shakes his head. "Let me do this alone, you're just making her nervous". Crosshair hesitates, gives you a somber look, but eventually climbs back down. Hunter looks at you again, his hands slightly raised to show he is unarmed.

"Let's figure out how you and I can come to some common ground," he suggests. You shake your head and say stubbornly, "Climb back into your ship and get out." He sighs softly. "We've been over this." His eyes fall on the unconscious freighter pilot behind you and he frowns. "Maybe I underestimated you" he says critically. You shake your head and say, "He's just unconscious, if your senses are really that sharp, you know it. You can't divert my attention" Hunter laughs softly, "Okay, I knew you were smart, but it was worth a shot." But then you hear the freighter pilot groan, you realize he's going to wake up at any moment, and then he might attack you from behind. It's just a second of looking quickly over your shoulder, but long enough for Hunter to leap forward and sweep you off your feet.

You land hard on your back, the impact driving air from your lungs. The blaster slips from your fingers and slides across the floor away from you. It takes you a moment to collect yourself, to fill your lungs with air again, then you fight back. You wriggle, trying to kick, to bite him. Hunter struggles to keep you in check without hurting you, but very shortly after, his brothers show up. Crosshair grabs your arms and pushes them to the ground, Tech brings restraints and three of them start to tie up your arms and legs, immobilizing you. Panic rises in you, hot and cold at the same time. You realize that you are completely at their mercy. Against your will, you start to cry while you try to resist the men, against the shackles Tech puts on you. Wrecker appears behind Hunter, looking worried and anything but thrilled, and helps the freighter pilot back into his seat, who's still not fully conscious. "I don't like this. Treating a civilian like that," he says critically. Crosshair kneels on your legs because you are kicking at him and says strained, "She stole vital information, so she doesn't count as a civilian anymore".

Wrecker frowns and grumbles, "She's still not a soldier, and she's scared" Tech calmly says to you, "I'm sorry, but you leave us no choice." Tied up like a package, you finally lie there, your face wet with tears. You try to free yourself, but you almost can't move at all. The restraints are very effective. Hunter picks up his blaster and nods to Wrecker, who carefully picks you up and puts you over his broad shoulder. Echo, waiting in the Marauder, sees Wrecker bring you down. His brows move upward. "Maker... Are you going to mail her somewhere?" Crosshair, who comes through the hatch behind Wrecker, says, "She's pretty fidgety". Looking at your tear-stained face, Echo says critically, "She doesn't look like a dangerous enemy to me" Wrecker puts you in one of the bunks and looks at you apologetically. "Now what?" asks Crosshair. Tech says matter-of-factly, "Now we get the memory stick back" "Maybe she hid it in the shuttle," Echo notes. Hunter approaches you and looks at you, "So, did you?" "Go to hell," you say quietly in a brittle voice. The sergeant sighs. "We've been through all this before. You know I'll find it sooner or later. Don't make it so hard for both of us."

Crosshair rolls his toothpick back and forth between his lips and finally says, "Pain might loosen her tongue." Hunter gives him a sharp look. "We're certainly not going to torture her". The Sniper shrugs, "Maybe that will end up being the only option" Echo growls, "Shut up." Crosshair growls, "We're just handling her with kid gloves because our big leader banged the girl" Another sharp look from Hunter, silences the Sniper for the moment. He's not all that wrong, Hunter is aware of that. He looks at you again, more serious than before. "I can't be as forgiving by now as I was before. You've proven that you only take advantage when I'm lenient. So now I'm going to give you one last chance," he says calmly, "I'm going to ask you where the stick is and if you don't answer me, I'm going to have to strip you and search you. Then we will take the ship apart" Your heart racing, you stare at him from widened eyes. "So," he says, leaning over you, "where is the data stick?"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@chxpsi

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@pink-peachie-pie

@queenofthehellfireclub

@thebahdbitch

@loverofclones

@ladykatakuri

@eternalwaffle

@flyingkangaroo

@ttzamara @thebahdbitch

@arctrooper69

@agenteliix

@puppetswithteeth

@greaser-wolf

@justanothersadperson93

@hated-by-me

@malicemercy

@echos-girlfriend

@jediknightjana

@bandnerdlevel43

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fortnite-headcanons · 3 months ago

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I thought you weren’t going to post anything overly sexual. What happened?

Hi, thanks for the question. Sorry for the long answer, but I hope it explains things well.

I put those rules in the Submissions area (basically "nothing offensive, nothing super sexual") back when I first started the blog years ago, and never really changed them with time. They were keeping in line with the image I had of Fortnite, which was that it was a very clean game.

But the game is rated T for Teen, and now with Fortnite Festival I'm honestly surprised with the level of sexual lyrics that are present in the game. So, my mind has changed in some ways, to where I don't think that there needs to be a strict level of avoiding sexual jokes/references on a Fortnite Tumblr blog where everyone is likely old enough to be playing T games anyway.

I still don't accept certain headcanons I receive that I find too inappropriate, but when it's just something silly that isn't super vulgar and explicit, I can accept it. Trust me, there are plenty of things I will still never post on this blog. (This isn't supposed to be Fortnite Sex Headcanons!) But I consider most of the sexually themed headcanons on here so far to be pretty lighthearted and mostly just for laughs.

Also, please understand that I am just one person running this blog with no handbook of guidelines written up. I could accept something one day and reject it another depending on how I feel. I'm not perfect! So, I apologize for any possible mess-ups. I did originally make this blog just for my own fun, but I want it to be a comfortable space for many Fortnite fans. (I'm grateful that other people have fun with it too, so thanks for sticking around!)

However, because you've brought this to my attention, I will be marking all of the more sexually-themed headcanons as Mature on the blog from now on, so you can change your Tumblr settings to hide them if you'd like! And I apologize if I've made anyone uncomfortable by posting certain submissions.

This isn't an invitation to start submitting a bunch of sexual headcanons. Just my justification, I suppose, for allowing headcanons like "Character A tops Character B." In the future, those will be marked as Mature for everyone's comfort, and I won't accept anything more detailed than little things like that. I guess the bottom line is: if it could probably be a lyric in Fortnite Festival, then it's probably fine.

#ask

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soursvgar · 2 years ago

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could i please request mammon with a reader who has extreme anxiety, so at first they just followed him around like a duckling would its mother and always looked to him out of everyone for help with things?

~generally, theyre just obviously most comfortable with him and favor him most because of it; being more expressive and stuff around him while being more on the reserved, shy side with the rest of his brothers. id just imagine him pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying the attention lolol!

"It is the fear of the unknown that makes you stick to what's familiar, a sense of home in a foreign place."

Mammon x gn! reader (ft. Leviachan)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Home is a place for your heart to rest at ease, and in the depths of the devildom— it simply could not. It is quite the peculiar opportunity you were given, living among creatures who are different from you, and allegedly, stay protected. Perhaps even too good to be a real opportunity, but who can blame the human for fearing for their life? It is in fact, a constant worry for the fragile, feeble human race. It isn't a surprise that you had latched onto the nearest, closest form of a warm human connection you could've achieved in the short time upon your arrival.

Mammon is not like the others. Maybe it’s his withstanding patience, or maybe it’s the deep, intent gaze he's wearing every time you express even an inkling of fear, focusing on validating your emotions while simultaneously, assuring you of your guaranteed safety. With him by your side, you had almost forgotten of your whereabouts, and the creatures lurking around the corners, possibly just waiting for a moment you're alone. For this reason, letting him venture on his own, away from your vicinity, is something you are too afraid to do.

"Human, I told you to stop following me. It's too annoying, I have things to get to- places to be. I can't have ya on my arm all day like a lost puppy." Mammon mutters, shaking his head as you request to accompany him on his schedules. "Why don't ya go play with Levi or something?" He suggests, regretting it almost instantly when he notices your eyes drooping with dejection. However, this is a teaching moment for him, as he expects the rest of his brothers to protect you as well, and to develop some sort of a connection, or a sense of responsibility, at the very least. And with a heavy heart, he leaves.

You're unsure of what you're supposed to do; should you wait in your room, alone? Or is that a bit too- pathetic? You didn't want to use this word, but that is indeed the way you feel. You look down the dim hallway, wondering if you should take up on Mammon's suggestion. After all, he is in fact trying to help, right? And you should, eventually, step out of your shell, because it could be fun- maybe. Your legs are trembling as they lead you right outside the door of Leviathan's room, shaky fingers curl before they make contact with the cold, coated material.

"What is it?" The reply is immediate, flustering you as it sounds querulous enough to make you want to back away. Before you do, however, the door swings open, revealing an impatient looking demon- but his expression changes once he figures who's behind the door. "O-Oh, it's you. I thought it was one of my annoying brothers bothering me while I'm testing one of my new games." Say something, come on. You try to urge yourself, but the sounds just barely come out. "U-Um..." You stutter, hoping Levi doesn't shut the door in your face for taking too long to form a sentence.

"Do you... want to come in?" He offers, widening the gap between the door and it's frame as he gestures for you to enter. You thank him quietly and settle inside, the blue tint giving the room a strangely relaxing aura. "You like it? The colors?" Levi questions shyly, noticing your gaze being fixated on the decor.

It's a slightly awkward encounter to say the least, but if you already had to pick a brother to interact with while forcing yourself out of a crippling social anxiety, Levi is most likely a safe beginner's level choice as he's probably just as sheepish as you, if not more. Moreover, as soon as you start engaging with his hobbies, he does a big chunk of the talking, helping you ease into the situation and making you more comfortable around him by the minute. Perhaps Mammon knew what he was saying.

Time passes rather quickly. Engrossed in the flashing images on the screen, neither you or Levi pay attention when the door creaks open; at least not until an audible sigh is heaved, tearing your eyes away from the game the two of you bickered about. "You really are here..." Mammon breathes in relief. Was he... worried about you? No, it can't be, can it? "Not like I care! Or anything..." He quickly adds. "But I figured I'd find you in your room... waiting." Lowering his tone in the last word, he avoids your eyes.

"I was playing games with Levi!" You approach Mammon, full of glee. He offers a content smile and instinctively reaches to ruffle your hair before retracting his hand back, cheeks tinted at his sudden gesture. "Excuse me? It wasn't just games, it was THE game. Exuberant story telling with a cutthroat plot projected in the latest high definition graphics aspects, the animation is so good it feels like the characters are trying to murder us in real life!!" Leviathan intervenes, thankfully cutting through your blundering interaction with Mammon.

Later that night, Mammon finds yet another silly excuse in order to be let inside your room; sprawled on your bed, he watches as you prepare your backpack for the next day. "Did you have fun with Levi?" He blurts out, causing you to avert your gaze back to him and nod in agreement. "But not too much fun, right?" He raises an eyebrow, seating up from his previous position. "What are you talking about?" You chuckle, accompanying him on the bed as you take a seat next to him.

"Ya know I only rejected you so that you can be closer with the rest of my brothers, right? You need to be bustin' it with other demons here so that ya'll can have fun even when I'm not around. But... I mean, you can't get too comfy with them, ya feel? You're still my human, even if its burdensome to take care of ya-" He pauses, waiting for a reaction from you, but only to be met with silence on your part. "Okay... it's actually not that burdensome- or at all. I like havin' you around and I wouldn't mind if you were hangin' with me all day- but I'm doing this for you! You should show all these peeps what you got, y'know?" Mammon gently tugs on your sheets as he speaks, purposely looking away from you. He twitches at the abrupt sensation of your weight on his shoulder, glancing back at you to realize you are laying your head on him. "I know, you were looking out for me."

He grins, encircling his arm around you to pull you closer. "I'll always look out for you, human."

#im sorry it took so long!#i hope you like it ;v;#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #omswd

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ari-archives · 3 months ago

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It's Only Fair

You're sitting down doing your homework at the quidditch stands while occasionally watching a “friendly” scrimmage game between Gryffindor and your house, Ravenclaw. Although some of the spectators watching as well would say it could be a little friendlier. You preferred to do your homework outdoors rather than inside as your dorm doesn’t stay quiet long enough for you to focus because your roommates tend to go in and out, and the library, although quiet, gets too stuffy after being there for so long. So, you chose the quidditch pitch. Something about the breeze and open view calms you down if you get too stressed about your grades or an upcoming test.

Though today you didn’t know that the pitch would be occupied. You don’t mind it as much as your best friend is on your house team and it's always nice to see her play. You see her gliding through the air laughing and smiling while teasing the Gryffindor team, making her lose her balance slightly, causing you to let out a scoff while shaking your head. That girl always gets distracted somehow.

Having taken a break long enough, you turn your attention back to your research on Newt Scamander, famed Magizoologist. Magical creatures aren’t really your thing as you find it quite boring. You're more in to Spells, potions, and everything in between to become a great Auror.

“WATCH OUT” you heard, taking you out of your thoughts.

Looking towards the direction of the voice, your eyes are met with a quaffle coming straight towards you. You didn’t have time to react so your best solution was to cower and cover your face with your thick book and hope for the best. Hopefully Madam Pomrey is able to put your face back together. What seemed like forever anticipating the painful hit, you were met with nothing but a gust of air. You peeked from the top of your book only to find a member of the Gryffindor team floating on his broom stick in front of you holding the quaffle that was about to dismember your face. You let out a big sigh of relief and you were beyond grateful for this stranger’s speedy reflexes.

“WATCH WHERE YOU AIM THIS THING WILL YOU?” He screamed before throwing the ball to the closest player. I see him shook his head before he turned towards me.

“You okay there lass? Sorry about that” He spoke, concern in his voice. Your eyes scanned his face trying to see if I knew his name or not. You didn’t. Although you did find him quite handsome.

“Yes.” You said, clearing your throat. “I’m okay”

He nodded, relief feeling his eyes.

“Good. Promise that won’t happen again.” He gave you a small smile before turning around ready to fly off with his teammates.

“wait!” You shouted, making him halt in his tracks. He turned to you with confusion written on his face. You stood up and walked down a few steps to get closer to him.

“What’s your name? You saved my life and I don’t even know your name.” You told him. He smiled at you, wider than the one he gave you before.

“Oliver. Oliver Wood.” He answered with a hint of pride.

“Thank you, Oliver Wood.” You smiled back at him.

“You’re very welcome.”

Sensing that the conversation is over, you gave him a nod and started heading back to your stuff.

“Seeing as you know my name,” he called after you. “I think it’s only fair I know yours.”

You looked back at him raising your eyebrows. He mimicked you tilting his head slightly, waiting for your answer.

“y/n y/l/n”

Though it didn’t seem possible, his smile widened hearing your name. You could almost see the glint in his eyes taking it in.

“y/n y/l/n” he repeated, as if it was something he wanted to remember “Beautiful name. Unfortunate we had to meet under these circumstances. Hopefully next time will be better.”

You shot him a questioning look, slightly impressed by his boldness.

“What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” You questioned, teasing him a little bit.

He let out a chuckle glancing at his surroundings before looking back at you once more.

“Oh I’m going make sure there is lass. You have my word.” He smiled at you once more before flying off and returning to the pitch, leaving you there before you could argue.

Knowing there’s no point in trying to get another word in, you headed back to your seat to gather your books. You try to ignore the blush forming on your cheeks as you put your books in your bag. There’s no way you could focus on your research paper now that the Gryffindor quidditch player has filled your mind.

You feel the heat radiating off your cheeks on the back of your hand as you walk down the stands, not even fighting the smile that’s making its way onto your face. What you didn’t see though, was that a certain quidditch player has been watching you since he returned to his post with a smile mirroring yours, ecstatic that you felt the same way about your interaction.

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He Got Game 2

Hunter - sweet to everybody, but lover boy

Odell slides in front of Jay at the concession stand and grabs a licorice whip from a jar, chewing off a small piece.

"Hey, beautiful."

"What do you want, boy?" Hunter blinks, watching his smirk grow.

"I don't want nothin'. I'm just conversatin'."

Jay pushes him out the way with a huff.

"I don't give a damn bout whatever conversation y'all tryna have, I just want my damn candy, Odell. Can I get that?" He asks, clearly annoyed.

"Get ya candy, negro." Hunter says with a laugh, tossing it to Jay. He hands her a twenty, which goes into her bra, salutes and walks towards the stands.

"Why you ain't playin', tonight?" She asks, staring at the glove that covers his left hand.

"I got hurt in practice— why you care?"

"I don't. I'm just conversatin'." She mocks him. "It was a simple question."

"Aight, I got one."

"What?" She asks, already knowing what it could possibly pertain to.

"You give my boy play, but not me?" Odell asks, sending her rolling her eyes, again.

"First of all, none of y'all are getting a damn thing from me, besides some fucking jelly beans. Second, I've known Jay for a long time. You jealous?"

"Yes!" He yells.

She cracks up, covering her mouth at the look on his face.

"You think it's easy seeing you smile at these other thick-neck negroes? You be grillin' the fuck outta me and for what?"

"Cause you're so annoying, D. You do too much, tryna get a girl’s attention. You mad cause I won't play along?"

"Wow, that's cold, shorty. I thought we were better than that."

"I am, but you aren't. And, what I tell you ‘bout that shorty shit?!”

"You ain't my shorty." His smirk is still evident, sitting on her nerves.

"You do listen! Who woulda thought." She snickers.

"Don't play with me, girl. I listen to everything you say."

"Then, why won't you go away like I be askin' you to?"

"Cause, that defeats my mission on tryna get you to be nice to me." He points to himself, making her laugh.

"I am nice to you!"

"No you're not! You always give me that damn attitude."

"Cause you be tryin' the fuck outta me! Our versions of nice are polar opposites, obviously."

"How?"

“Cause your version is being persistent, knowing you're not getting far and continuing anyway. Like, you need to relax. If I don't like you, you're not gonna die.”

“We can at least be friends,” he frowns.

“Boy, please. You don't know what that is.”

“Why I don't?”

“Every friend you done had, ended up getting bent over.” She snorts.

"These girls ain't as innocent as you think, beloved." He says.

"Fuckin' with your nasty ass, I don't doubt it."

"You like pissin' me off, huh?"

"Nope. You're just upset because I won't let you fuck me, baby boy. I'd be mad, too." She bats her lashes, before looking around for a piece of gum.

He kisses his teeth, now standing up straight. "You'll come around, one day. They always do."

"I think I'll pass. If I'm gonna sit on it, I better own it."

"Shit, you can. It could be all yours."

She presses her lips together.

"You don't even know how to commit, Beckham. What do I look like, booboo the fool?"

"Who's tryna do all that at our age, though? I'm just sayin' that you could have this dick, exclusively to yourself. I'd do that for you."

"Aw, how thoughtful. I get the community pogo stick." She replies, flatly. He sucks his teeth.

"You gon stop being mean, one day. I hope I'm alive to see it."

"At the rate you're goin'... I don't think you'll make it." She shoos him away, but he doesn't leave.

"Seriously, Odell. I don't want you."

"Why not?"

"Cause everybody's had you! You're literally community pussy property, out here. Do you even wrap it up?"

"Of course I do, Hunt. I ain't out here raw doggin'. Have I come close? Yes. But, I'm clean, babygirl."

She looks him up and down.

"If you say so."

"You don't believe me?"

"Nope."

His brows furrow deeply, like she just disrespected him in the rudest way possible.

"Wow..." is the only thing he can say.

"What are you trying to prove it to me, for?"

"Forget it, man. You just tried the fuck outta me."

"Maybe, somebody needed to." She shrugs, finally finding a stick of gum.

"Aight, we'll see."

"What does that mean?" He starts backing up, heading back to the bleachers.

"It means, we'll see." She rolls her eyes.

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"Not that I care, but have y'all seen Odell?" Hunter asks, chewin' on her lip.

Her friends whip their heads in her direction, making her wish she never said anything to begin with.

"You? Lookin' for ol' play boy? What did we miss, Hunt?" Tara asks.

"Nothing! I worked the concession stand at the last game and we got into, like always, but I think I might've hurt his feelings."

"What did your mean ass say?" Sky asks.

"Well... he keeps tryna holla at me and I keep turning him down, cause I don't want what everyone else has had. If imma fuck with you, I need it to be different, ya know? He called me mean, I said he's from hell, he kept tryna convince me that he's clean and I said I don't believe him— he got really mad and said we'll see. What does that mean?"

"I guess you're about to find out." Hunter raises an eyebrow, hearing the classroom door open. She stays facing forward, listening to the jingle of his car keys get closer. As he passes her desk, he swiftly places a piece of paper on top of it.

The scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils, throwing her off for a split second— her friends take notice and side eye each other, before turning around in their seats.

She rolls her eyes and stares down at the paper, realizing what it is. Her eyes skim over it, finding negative next to each type of STD.

"Wow.... he really did this." She says to herself, glancing in his direction to see that same irritated look on his face.

She sighs and stuffs the paper into her bag.

After class, she grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder, heading for the door alongside her friends. She spots the back of Odell's head and turns to them, who have knowing smirks on their faces.

"Go ahead, fast ass." Sky waves her off. Hunter doesn't even respond, instead she cuts through a couple of people and grabs his shoulder.

He stops walking and looks down at her, sucking his teeth. "You wanna talk now, huh?"

Her face scrunches up. "What was that about? Why do care what I think?"

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"I could if you told me." He tears his eyes away from her and sighs. She grabs his collar in her tiny hand.

"You better look at me and tell me what's goin' on, right now." She demands. He smirks and pries her hand off his shirt, holding it in his hand.

"I like you, Hunter." He admits.

She snatches her hand away and starts walking away.

"You wanted me to tell you!" He shrugs. She turns back in his direction with her finger pointed at him.

"You're so full of shit, you know that?"

"You think I'd go through the trouble of lettin' muthafuckas take blood and piss from me, swab my mouth and look at my dick, if I wasn't being serious? You wasn't believin' me and I ain't like that shit. I'm being straight up with you."

She rolls her eyes and drops her hand back to her side.

"Mmkay, fine. You proved that you're clean. You think that's gonna make me fuck you, now?"

"Is that the only level I have? Damn. I honestly wouldn't have done all of that, just to get you to fuck. I woulda been moved on."

"I should feel special, huh?"

"Nah, just know I'm not lyin'." He shrugs, again.

"Stop shruggin' your shoulders."

"What you gon' do?"

"Why do you like me? What is it about mean ass Hunter that gets you goin'?"

"You're a hard ass, but I know you fuck wit the kid. I like a challenge and you are the definition of that, I swear. You pretty as fuck, smart as fuck— I wouldn't have passed that midterm without you helpin' me, even though you claimed you ain't want to." Be leans in closer.

"Well, I ain't want you to fail—" she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Mhm, cause you care about me, even if it is just a lil bit."

"I wouldn't say alla that, but okay." She shrugs.

"Stop shruggin' ya shoulders." He mocks.

"What you gon' do?"

"I got a couple things in mind, babygirl. Don't test me." She laughs and rolls her eyes.

"Kiss my ass."

"I'd love to." She sighs and pushes him away, sending him stumbling into the wall behind them.

"You're annoying."

"So are you. With your heavy handed ass."

"There's more where that came from." She backs away, fixing her strap on her shoulder.

"I hope so." He winks, before she fully turns around and walks away, leaving him to chuckle to himself.

She'll come around... they always do.

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