#hope this doesn't sound dumb lmao

[schumaquinho]

anyone that knows english better than me could tell me what's the name of the structure this train is running on?

i need to write in a text that someone is under it, but idk how to name it. pls help me 🥺🥺

#pls i need to know #🥺🥺🥺 #english help #language help #rai rambles #hope this doesn't sound dumb lmao

[lowkeyremi]

HI! I just wanna say your fics make me happy and I really enjoy reading them!! But what I’m requesting is a Yuji x reader where a short reader becomes self conscious after finding out he said he likes tall girls, she doesn’t bring it up immediately but he can tell something is wrong. (This is kind of stupid but I thought it was cute lmao) i imagine it would be a kind of angst to comfort type of thing :) I would prefer a female reader but anything is fine! 💗

YOUR TYPE yuji itadori x (short) fem!reader

Remi's note: It's not stupid, hon! I'm 5'3" lololol so I can relate in a way :3 Yuji does not know what he's missing out on !!

content: fluff, reader is a little bit insecure, i kinda followed the timeline but it's no where near canon lol

When you transferred to Jujutsu High a certain pink haired student immediately caught your attention. In fact, you believe that his presence demands everyone's attention because of how much of a sunshine boy he is. He's tall, cute, kind, and a little bit naive.

Essentially he's most of what you look for in a guy but you aren't too sure you're what he looks for in a girl. Not after hearing him discuss his type with Todo. "I like a girl who's tall with a big butt, like Jennifer Lawrence!" And while you had the whole big butt thing down (sorry if you don't i'm self indulging here sigh), you don't have the height he mentions.

At first you were okay that.. you can still be his type right? You don't have to be tall. You brought the subject up with Megumi and Nobara one day while the three of you were eating lunch, Yuji was away on a mission. "Do you guys think I might still have a chance with Yuji? I know I'm not tall but..." you trail on trying to think of something to say.

Megumi wants no part in this conversation but gives you his honest answer anyway, "Eh, probably not. You two never really talk to each other. He's honestly kinda awkward around you." A frown breaches your beautiful face and you begin to pick at your food. Nobara thinks differently of the situation.

"Ah, don't listen to dumb old Fushiguro. He doesn't have a girlfriend so he can't give anyone advice. I think you two would look super cute together! If you just talk to him I'm sure you could figure out what's on his mind." Nobara's advice sounds more charming but you also take Megumi's into consideration. Truth be told, you and Yuji don't talk much and he's always nervously laughing around you.

Yuji eventually returns from his mission exhausted. He still comes by to greet everyone though which makes you smile. "Um.. Itadori?" He pauses in his steps to turn around and give you his attention with a weary smile. "Mhm?"

"Do you think I could uh- talk to you sometime tomorrow? Just the two of us?" You gaze at anything in the common room besides him. A sudden wave of nervousness rolls through your gut.

"Um. Yeah, of course! I'm going to head to bed now, goodnight everyone!!" Yuji scurries out of the common room. Was that good? Was it bad? You couldn't get a clear read on him and now you're panicking.

You're able to remain calm though because Panda and Inumaki give you a thumbs up. Nobara smiles at you and whispers, "you got this girl!"

As you were preparing for bed, you had a sudden hope that a black hole would just come and swallow you up before dawn peaks. Worry clouded your ability to rest properly so the night consisted of a lot of tossing and turning. When the sun had barely even peaked through the window you decided to start your day.

Your phone reads 6:53 am. Usually you'd begin your day at around 7:30 but sleep was not an option. Usually rejection didn't phase you much, but you were no longer in a huge school where you could likely avoid a guy who rejected you. Jujutsu High has a total of ten students including you. It would be hard to hide yourself from Yuji after facing rejection.

Once you were properly dressed and had clean teeth you left your dorm room to sit outside and admire the sunrise. You weren't sure how long you had been sitting out there but quiet footsteps gather your attention. The one boy who you were not ready to face yet was standing right behind you, his signature smile gracing his face.

"Mind if I join you for whatever you wanna talk to me about?" You want to tell him no or that you aren't ready yet but you inhale slowly and exhale deeply to rid those negative thoughts from your brain.

You pat the ground next to you motioning for him to join you, "Yeah, be my guest."

He sits down next to you and you sit there trying to think of what you'll say. The silence is awkward and the tension is definitely high. "So I hear you like tall girls." Terrible start. If he rejects you, you won't be surprised.

"Heh, yeah.." You meet those chocolate eyes of his. They hold confusion and the urge to know what you are trying to say.

"Do you.." Pause. How should you go about this? "Do you think that even though I'm not tall I'd still have a chance?" Silence follows your question as Yuji soaks in what you've just said.

You. Like. Him? He's surprised to say the least. Yuji had thought it was the other way around, he didn't believe he had a chance with someone like you. Sure you aren't his usual type but he's fallen for your beauty and your personality all the same.

The silence creates a tight feeling in your chest. He must be trying to find a way to let you down gently right?

"I mean it's totally okay if you don't! I just.. never mind. I think I'll go now." He grabs your wrist before you can try to leave and you look into his eyes wondering what he's thinking.

"You do! Sure you're not that tall but you're cute and funny. I thought I didn't have a chance with you. Oh my gosh a girl just asked me out!!" Relief pours over you almost instantly. So you've been overthinking things.

"You've liked me? For how long?!" He shrugs trying to remember.

"Oh yeah! When Sensei sent you, me, and Fushiguro on a mission together. You were so badass when you exorcised that curse. I was thinking 'damn she's hot as hell'!!!"

A giggle escapes your throat at Yuji's dramatics. He's so sweet and confident and knows what he wants. The fact that he wants you makes your heart swell.

#yuji itadori #yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[sailorkamino]

Hi! Could you write some headcannons for tbb x body insecure or plus sized reader?

body insecurities [bad batch]

relationships: gn!reader x bad batch

warnings: weight insecurities, echo has body dysmorphia, diet culture, an older sibling being a parental figure, autistic tech struggling w/ emotions, past body shaming

a/n: i love writing for tech but i struggle with his dialogue, if you're a bad batch writer pls send me some tips to making him sound in character <3

crosshair

• great at reading body language so he can tell when you need comfort even if you don't verbalize it

• he might seem annoyed but that's just his rbf, if he didn't care he wouldn't ask

• the type to be angry when he's worried

• it's eaiser to threaten you then admit he cares

• he'll say stuff like "take a risk like that again and i'll shoot you" or "drink some water dumb ass, i'm not your baby sitter"

• his first reaction is to fight the problem

• "did someone tell you that shit?"

• once he realizes he doesn't need to commit murder he's not leaving you along until you talk

• cross is the best listener and i will die on this hill

• he can seem dismissive of your insecurities but he does care, he just thinks you're wrong lmao

• brutally honest so any praise from him means a lot

echo

• the most empathetic boyfriend part 1

• def has suffered from body dysmorphia so he understands

• but also baffled cuz you're perfect to him

• he's very serious about your mental health so he wants to his a conversation about this

• the most genleman to ever gentleman, he will shower you in love!!

• lots of cuddling and sweet words

• hope you don't have any plans cuz you're not allowed to leave his arms until you feel better

• if you want to eat better that's great! but none of these unhealthy diets you see on the holonet

• no he'll research the best diet/exercise plan for you personally to make sure you're safe <3

• you've helped so much with his confidence he's determined to return the favor

hunter

• instantly knows when something's bothering you

• as the oldest he was forced into a parental role at a young age so he has a lot of expierence with comforting

• will give you a worried dad look until you tell him what's wrong

• he might get a little pushy if you aren't opening up

• he doesn't mean to but worrying about his loved ones is like his default setting

• [protective mode activated] did someone say something? cross will probably help get rid of a body if he asks-

• blames himself for your doubt

• secretly reads/watches romance stories so he'll probably drop some cheesy lines from them

• shows your tummy lots of love, like using it as a pillow while you stroke his hair or sneaking a hand under your top, lulled by your breaths

• cuddles with skin to skin contact are very intimate to hunter cuz of his higtened senses so this is very special privilege

• if it'll give you confidence he offers to work out with you, using the holonet he tries to find 'fun' exercises you can both enjoy (yoga, zumba, etc.)

tech

• he'll get frustrated because he doesn't understand your pov

• he's told you that you're attractive and healthy, why are you still upset?

• hunter has always told him "you can't make others see things the way you do" and it's infuriating for him

• tech is a fixer so he feels helpless when he can't just fix your insecurities

• he'll encourage you to talk to one of his more emotionally intelligent brothers which you take as rejection

• when your eyes fill with tears he panics even more

• "perhaps i should get hunter-" "i don't want your brothers, i want you tech"

• he's quiet for a moment before awkwardly opening his arms, "physical touch causes the brain to release oxytocin, a bonding hormone that strengthens social bonds in mammals. would you like a hug?"

• he's always found you attractive but never voiced it, now he makes sure to tell you every time

• get ready for blunt but 100% genuine compliments like "your chest is distracting in that shirt"

wrecker

• the most empathetic boyfriend part 2

• king of emotional intelligence

��� will pick you up and hold you like you're a doll, laughs if you call yourself 'heavy'

• everyone is kind of small to wrecker (even his brothers) so to him you're practically a baby tooka

• but still he takes your feelings seriously

• cadet wrecker was definitely body shamed by regs so he knows how it feels

• showers you with affection 24/7 so it's hard to feel insecure around this guy

• will fight anyone who makes you feel bad >:(

• like hunter, he also offers to work out with you (not just cuz he loves showing off-)

• loves active games, like just dance or wii sports

• is up for any activity has long as you're involved tbh

#the bad batch #clone wars #bad batch #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker #sergeant hunter x reader

[arminsumi]

Here's a thought, having a one night stand with armin at a party except he doesn't quite understand the "one night" part and you don't understand your his now.

He just becomes infatuated the whole night building up to your (literal) climax and he can't stop thinking about you afterwards. It's too late he's decided your his now. Ahaaaa <3

Oh I can do that 😈hehe ty for your request hope you like how it turned out!

Devilish

Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

Armin leads you upstairs during a party and gives you a taste of what you've been craving for so long.

⚠️Cws; smut smut smut, not proofread yet bc i always get embarrassed when profreading my smut works lmao

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; pns 'baby' and 'pretty baby', sex at a party, DIRTY TALK, protected sex (only thing that's raw here is the shameless smut babes)

You and Armin were always those two friends of the group that subtly flirted with each other at every party. Although you didn't take it seriously, and Armin pretended not to take it seriously, he was pining over you.

He lived for nights like these, when the two of you had drunken smiles plastered on both of your faces and a galaxy of stars in your eyes.

Something in the atmosphere heightened Armin's sensuality, and it was contagious; as soon as you caught his desirous feeling, you felt it too.

Eren leaned in to whisper to his friends, smirking confusedly, about how Armin took your hand in his and lead you off into the haze.

The two of you giggled down into the hallway, just barely managing to weave through the crowd. You clung to Armin's bicep.

And you were murmuring something in his ear about him being an angel, and he chuckled, "You always say that, you know, it almost annoys me."

The two of you made it upstairs into a quiet room, where not a soul disturbed you. No one even lingered in the hallway up here, the whole life of the party was downstairs (it seemed to follow Eren).

"Why does it annoy you?" You asked teasingly.

He looked at you in silence for a moment, drinking up your beauty. It was getting too much for him to keep his hands behind his back, he could feel his heat rushing all over his body, excited to be alone with you once again at a party.

"Because I'm not an angel." He answered you honestly, "I'm barely a good person."

Truthfully, Armin expected you to answer reassuringly like anyone else would, but you replied with "I don't care; I'm not a good person either. If there is a hell, I'm definitely going there."

He had to laugh, because that sounded ridiculous and impossible to him.

"Mind if I go to hell with you?" Armin joked.

You smiled wide, "Huh! What's that supposed to mean! Explain." you teased, acting dumb on purpose.

"You know damn well what I mean." Armin leaned back against the door.

He'd been giving your body a longing look-over while you sat on the bed, kicking your legs cheekily. Armin didn't gloss over your appearance, unlike others who might only take in the highlights of your beauty, no; Armin looked at you from top to bottom as if he was trying to ingrain your image into his head. When he looked at you, you really felt like he wanted you.

"I don't know what you mean at all, Armin, can you come over here and show me what you mean?" You asked.

He laughed, and played into your act, "Alright, I'll show you exactly what I mean."

His body felt shocked with excitement at your reciprocation tonight. Usually your flirting trailed off into giggles, and the two of you would change topic.

Not tonight.

There was a rising sensuality in the atmosphere of this tiny bedroom. Your skin tingled with anticipation as Armin closed in the distance between the two of you.

Drinking you with his eyes wasn't enough; he was getting hungry for tasting you with his own lips.

It started off with him plucking tame kisses from your lips, but you found yourself crawling onto his chest and pushing him back into the plush pillows, while he happily let you.

He kept a gentle grip on your hips while kissing, but after slipping out of his pants and rubbing up close against your body, his grip became tighter and tighter, until it felt possessive.

Without hesitation or protest, you let him take control, and roll on top.

You were absolutely entranced by the way he kissed. Sure, the two of you kissed a few odd times in the past, but this time it was different. The atmosphere was different, your wants and needs were different.

Right now, all you wanted was to get out of your clothes, and all you needed was Armin to do what he always did better than anyone else; that is, firing you up.

He was happily snuggling between your thighs, letting you squeeze his waist while his nimble fingers took off your tiny dress.

It felt like one swift, smooth motion of his fingertips feeling up your thighs, meeting the hem of your dress, and slipping it off your body.

When his devilish blue eyes looked down at you, he asked you in the most angelic voice;

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked.

You answered with a sure and impatient nod, "Mhm!" You squeaked, "Please, I've wanted this for so long I can't take it anymore, just give it to me already."

Your plea was music to his ears. In his mind, he was thinking I've got you, finally, I've got you before anyone else.

He was quick and smooth with slipping on the condom, and kept murmuring witty things on your hot lips to keep you giggling.

"Take in a deep breath, m'kay?" He smiled sweetly.

"Okay." You smiled a bit nervously, and drew in a deep breath like you were trying to get high off of the sensual atmosphere.

But your breath got stuck in your throat when you felt his throbbing tip pressing into you, and you let out a gasp when you felt him slowly sinking his length deep inside.

It felt almost sinful how sloppily wet you were from such simple foreplay. Just a kiss and close cuddling with his waist between your thighs was enough to get you off, and get him achingly hard, too.

"Ah, shit that's deep." You sighed dreamily.

Armin eased off concernedly, "Sorry..." he mumbled gently onto your cheek.

"I'm not complaining." You assured, squirming your hips.

Well, you weren't squirming your hips for long, because Armin's hands came to hold your hips tightly and possessively, keeping you put in position for him.

His tip pressed up deep inside, and he rocked his hips in and out of you at a teasing pace until you begged "more" of him.

"Yeah? You want more?" He cooed into your ear.

"Yes! God, I need more." You nodded frantically, holding tightly onto his shoulders, letting your nails sink into his skin.

Armin smiled devilishly at you, "Only if you say please."

"Please." You said quickly, but he didn't quicken his pace, so you said it a few times more.

He clicked his tongue, pulled back his hot chest from yours and looked down at you.

"Please what?"

"Please, Armin!"

Well, that seemed to satisfy him, and he snapped his hips against yours hard and fast, and set a new pace that easily pulled out moans from you.

"Is that good?" Armin grunted, "You like that?"

You couldn't use your words, so you just nodded, flashing him lustful eyes.

"God, you're so pretty." He muttered, pressing deeper inside and death gripping your thighs.

You only responded with hiccoughing moans and his name.

"Mhm, that's it, pretty baby, just let go and enjoy yourself." Armin said. Just his voice alone had your stomach tensing up excitedly.

Everything felt hot and loud; the boom of party life downstairs muffled the filthy sounds filling the bedroom. The sheets wettened, and the air smelled like sex and your scent and his scent.

You couldn't keep it in much longer, and announced it to him shamelessly, "Armin, I wanna cum."

"Yeah? Good, baby, go ahead and cum for me, enjoy yourself." Armin spoke into your ear.

You cried out his name almost loud enough for someone to hear, so he pressed a deep kiss onto your lips to quieten you. He kept his pace, rubbing on your clit and keeping your one leg up to get deeper inside, while you felt your relief coming over you.

It washed over your whole body abruptly, you felt like you were melting into ecstasy. All you could focus on was how it felt to have him deliciously moving in and out of you, and all he could focus on was catching his own high.

He let out suppressed moans, feeling you tense and tighten around him nearly knocked him out, really. He had no idea how he held on for nearly an hour.

Though he wasn't too verbal, towards his climax, he let out the most erotic, breathy moans you've ever heard.

His chest heaved against yours, the both of you closed in the space between your chests and laid against each other while trying to catch your breaths.

The air felt thick, your skin was glistening with sweat, and the party was still happening downstairs. You wondered if your friends were oblivious to what you and the group's good boy were getting up to.

All he could think, while the two of you giggled and got sloppily dressed up again, was how he got you in his grasp; there's no way anyone else was going to get in the way now.

He called your name softly, like he was going to tell you something, but when you paid him a starry glance, he decided not to put those words into the air just yet.

Instead, he joked, "So, still think I'm an angel?"

You smiled at him, and replied, "Yeah, absolutely."

"Really?" He chuckled, then inhaled, "But it smells like sin in here, doesn't it?"

"Haha, shut up." You blushed, going over to the window to air out the room.

The two of you stole away to the bathroom to freshen up, messed around a bit, and then descended the stairs back into the thick of the party, right into the glowing haze of light.

"Where were you two!" Mika called, "We were texting your phones but neither of you answered."

Eren stifled a chuckle. Mika didn't understand what he was amused by, and neither did you, until you realized that Armin had a possessive hand placed on the small of your back, like you were his.

Maybe you saw it just as a once-off thing, but all through the rest of that night, Armin kept you close, and in the following days, he kept you even closer.

He kept a firm grip on you, it was like he tapped into your soul. How could you complain, though, when you and him were perfectly in tune both sensually and emotionally?

It was really a match made in heaven, even though the both of you were, as you said, definitely going to hell.

#mdni #🐬Ocean Prince #armin #armin arlert #aot #snk #hcs #headcanons #armin x reader #armin x y/n #gn!y/n #gn!reader #gender neutral y/n #afab!y/n #afab!reader #smut #armin smut #tw smut

[brittscafe]

Can I request a human reader very close to Ichigo (like a best friend or a sister) arguing with Aizen because well, he is Aizen and screws up lmao, and they end up in bed?

I hope it was a clear request, thank you so much!🥰

ahhh omg yes! I love this request! <3 Feeding myself with Aizen smut 😌

Ichigo's your best friend and you hate Aizen with a passion. Now, you're stuck because he's inside your house and he's got you trapped.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you scoff out, backing away from him. Each step you take back, Aizen takes two forward.

"Where's Ichigo?" he asks with a stern tone and your back hits the cold wall. You glance around the room that you're pinned in and you gulp.

"I won't tell you. You practically stalk him, why don't you figure it out for yourself?" you huff out, clenching your fists.

Aizen lets out a tiny chuckle, throwing his head back and he shakes his head.

"Y/N, don't play dumb. It'll just get you killed. I would hate to kill you," Aizen explains, reaching his hand up and tracing your jawline with his thumb.

Liar. He would kill you if he wanted to.

"Don't you dare touch me!" you speak through gritted teeth, slapping his hand down and Aizen tilts his head to the side, glancing inside your eyes.

"Oh? Don't you think I've seen what kind of dreams you have about me?" Aizen teases you and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"What?" you breath out, your mouth gaping open. Aizen cocks an eyebrow and lowers his face near yours.

How could he possibly know about those?

"I know that you want my hands all over your body, touching you in the most vulnerable places a woman could be," Aizen whispers softly and your face burns red hot.

You glare up at Aizen, your nostrils flaring with rage. He wears a smug smirk across your face and your veins pump with anger. You raise your hand and slap him across the face.

Aizen doesn't even react, he just stands there, smirk still on his face.

A gasp leaves your lips and Aizen's fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding it tightly.

"Stop! Let me go!" you raise your voice, but he doesn't budge. He's not hurting you or anything, but his grasp is strong enough to the point where you can't move.

Aizen easily pulls you towards him, warm bodies pressing together as you gaze into his eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat and Aizen eagerly presses his lips against yours.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action taken and it feels good. His lips against yours makes you feel like you're on cloud 9.

You scoff loudly and roughly pull away from him, scowling in disgust as you glare at him.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Aizen teases you, dipping his head down into your neck. His breath on your neck sends jolts down your spine and you gulp.

"No," you retort harshly, but you inch closer to him. Aizen lets out a tiny chuckle, the sound of him sending a tingle down your spine. You glare over at him, biting on your lower lip.

Your body is pumping with lust as you stare at him.

"Damn it, screw this," you sigh out, walking up to Aizen and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his. His hands wrap around your thighs, easily lifting you off the ground.

You wrap your legs around his torso, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Aizen's lips twist with yours as he walks down the hallway and into your bedroom.

Aizen's lips are warm and soft. They part slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. Warmth blossoms in your chest as you fall down into the bed, tongues pushing back and forth.

His dark hair falls down onto your face as you pull away from the kiss. Hearts beating so wildly, that you both could only take little sips of breath.

You tear off your shirt as Aizen does the same. You trace his abs and muscles, admiring them. Aizen's hands shoot down to your hips and he holds them in place.

"How is Ichigo going to feel about this?" Aizen teases you, tongue trailing down up stomach. You wriggle your hips and roll your eyes with annoyance.

"Ichigo will never find out. If does, I'll kill you," you threaten him, shooting him a firm glare. Aizen wears a wryly smirk as he reaches your bra.

He easily unclips it and falls from your chest, breasts bouncing out. His eyes widen and his tongue swirls around your nipple. Tiny gasps leave your lips as he cups your other breast.

"I can't wait to find out how you taste," Aizen huffs out, pulling away from you and your face burns red hot.

You grab his pants and start to unbuckle his belt. You unzip his pants and press kisses along his v-line. Aizen's cock grows harder and he throws his head back.

"Go on. If you want to know how I taste so badly," you offer him, pulling away and scooting back on the bed. Aizen wastes no time, ripping off his pants and climbing on top of you.

You tug off your pants and Aizen's eyes glue to your lacy underwear. He glances over at the stuffed teddy bear on the corner of your bed and chuckles.

"Oh, is Mr. teddy going to watch?" Aizen asks, playing with the teddy bear and you rip it out from his hands, tossing it.

"Shut up," you scoff out, letting out a tiny giggle. His hands run up and down your curves, dipping his head down to your core. His teeth grip the lace of your underwear and he slowly peels it off.

God, it made you even wetter.

Aizen runs his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at your wet, oozing core. His fingers travel up your thigh and your heart rams against your chest.

He inserts a finger of you and you moan loudly. Aizen slowly pulls out his soaked finger and swirls it around in his mouth. Your mouth gapes open and he smirks.

"Absolutely delicious," he hums out, burying his head in between your thighs. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your thighs as his tongue runs over your entrance.

Your fingers reach into your hair and you tug on it slightly. He seals his lips over your sensitive clit as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck," you moan, bucking your hips. His fingers slowly pump, curling and rubbing your g-spot. Your thighs begin to shake as the knots in your stomach start to unfold.

He speeds up the pace of his fingers, hitting your g-spot as you release trails of moans. Your body jolts as your cum squirts out onto his finger and Aizen releases your sore clit.

"Sounding so good for me, y/n," Aizen comments as you tug on his hair. You pant heavily as he slides off his underwear, his hard cock bouncing out.

Aizen brushes his fingers through your hair and grabs onto his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He slowly pushes his cock inside of your core and you cry out in pleasure.

Aizen's eyes shoot over to you and he caresses your face with hand.

"You okay?" he asks, voice laced with concern. You inhale sharply and nod your head.

"Yeah, keep going," you encourage him, a smile forming along your face. Aizen nods his head and takes a hold of your hand, squeezing it as he sinks all the way in.

Your mouth gapes open as Aizen starts to thrust in and out of you, the head of his cock kissing your g-spot. You squeeze your walls around his cock, earning a low groan from him.

"Aizen," you moan out, spreading your legs wider to feel more of him.

His hips slowly rock back and forth, filling you with pleasure. Tiny gasps and moans leave your lips as you feel yourself coming closer.

"God, you make me feel so good," Aizen grunts out, his cock twitching inside of you. You cry out in pleasure as your cum spills out onto his cock, oozing out onto your thighs.

You pant heavily, breathless moans leaving your lips as he sloppily thrusts into you. The muscles in his arms bulge and tense as he moans loudly, his cum filling you up.

You both pant heavily as Aizen stays inside of you for a minute. Sweat covers Aizen's body and you squeeze his hand. Aizen slowly pulls out from you, earning a moan from both of you.

He breathes heavily and stands up from the bed. You quickly sit up as he enters your bathroom and walks out with a clean towel. Your eyes widen as he climbs into the bed next to you.

"What is it?" he asks curiously as you brush the hair out from his face.

"Nothing. I just thought you were going to leave," you shake your head and Aizen furrows his eyebrows.

"No," he chuckles out, gently wiping up the mess that you two made.

He places soft, gentle kisses all over your body and your face flushes. You cup Aizen's face and pull him closer.

"I don't just want the sex, Aizen. I want all of you," you reveal, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. Aizen's mouth slightly gapes open and his heart skips a beat.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Aizen asks, running his hand up and down your thigh.

"Please, are you sure you can handle me?" you shoot him a sly wink, laughing. Aizen smiles warmly and wraps you up in his arms.

#aizen sosuke smut #aizen sosuke #aizen smut #bleach #bleach smut #bleach anime #bleach x reader #bleach headcanons #bleach x female reader #bleachanime #bleach x you #bleach imagines #bleach fanfiction #bleachichigo #bleach x y/n #smut #sosuke aizen smut #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen x reader #bleach sosuke #captain aizen #bleach aizen #aizen x reader #aizen

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hi! Can I ask you (as a writer myself) how you plan out your chapters? You have such an elegance with plot and it's really impressive. But do you pen the whole story? Do you break down chapters into small parts? How do you decide what will come back into the sorry or what things are very important that a reader may/may not catch??

Sorry if it's too many questions! I just would really love to know as someone who struggles to plan for literally anything!!

Hello, Love!

I know there are probably other sites you can use (Word, Google Sheets, etc.) but I find the easiest for me to just be plain old Google Docs, lol. I have both of my ongoing series completely planned out in bullet point format with any things I consider important/imperative to the plot that I need to get across, but also elements I want to show that make the characters more human, relatable, etc.

Usually, each bullet point isn't longer than a sentence at most with little breakdown words below them. Here's an example directly from my Ravishing Allure notes:

Gets to hotel/suite

➺ Very nice but bland and boring; clinical (white, gray, etc.)

➺ Seraph internally feels off-put

Gets ready for the party that night, even as she’s worried

I compare it to connecting the dots! If you have a story point you really want to include, you just have to imagine what needs to happen to get to that point as smoothly as possible.

About what a reader may/may not catch, I tell myself this a lot: your readers are not dumb. I know it might sound funny, lmao, but it helps to remind yourself that even if you leave the smallest of breadcrumbs, writing something and reading something are very different things. You catch a lot when you're able to sit down and look over the words - even with RA people are already putting pieces together and all I've really given are a few sentences of explicit instances when the stalker is physically seen.

It just depends on how obvious you want your stories to be, and even then that isn't a bad thing to happen at all - even if something is obvious, that doesn't mean it isn't well-written or not fun to experience.

Hope this helps!

#halcyone answers

[bubblyqueer000]

Nagito Komaeda NSFW Alphabet

I've had this fic on the back burner for a long time. Here she is! Enjoy!!

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A = Aftercare (How do they act after smexy time??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Makes sure that his hope is always comfortable and holds them close.  I mention this later (Oh no spoiwers D:) but when he's dom he's usually pretty rough with you, but when he's taking care of you afterward, he completely changes pace. He runs his fingers across your skin and apologizes for being so rough, which you guessed it! He uses this as an opportunity to bully himself. Sweet bb be nice to yourself >:C

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of you and themselves)

He loves every part of you but he loves your pretty face and your hands the most, although his favorite body part in some cases might be the one that allows you to best do your ultimate talent. 

C = Cum (Somethin to do with baby batter. Do they squirt or are they in the cream team??? hehehehehe gross)

His cum is clear and pretty thin. Nagito can cum a lot (You just have to make him ;D wink wonk) He loves when you cum on his face!! 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret duh)

Steals things that you wouldn't miss and keeps them with him. What he does with the item depends on what it is. He steals a lot of panties and socks and when he does he usually uses them to jack off.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

I'd imagine that he's a virgin but he's lucky enough to know how to find everything and make you feel good.

F = Favorite Position (Bruh)

He loves when you ride him but only when he doesn't mind asking so not very often. Otherwise, he really likes doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during da wink wonk adult fun time?)

He doesn't exactly make jokes, just those dumb fucking comments that he makes all while there's a shit-eating grin on his face, and that doesn't even include how much he degrades himself like bruh stop you segsy!! Let us give you love!!!

H = Hair (are they well-groomed?? I'm not I'm musty as fuck)

He never really shaves unless it bothers you. His hair is white and thin though, it honestly would look so cute omfg I know that sounds weird but please he's precious.

I = Intimacy (Are they sweet and romance-y (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc))

He praises you a lot which you think would be nice but as I'm going to say over and over again, he loves to degrade himself and call himself trash. Still, he likes to cuddle with you and when he does, he always whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how perfect you are for him.

J = Jack Off (Do they massage their meat? Do they caress their coochie? I'm hilarious pls laugh)

Before he got with you he touched himself much more. He usually would when he thought about you, so when you and Nagito finally got together it was a dream come true. Due to you though, he often wouldn't need to jack off anymore. Now he only masturbates when you're not around or if you don't feel like having sex.

K = Kink (What are they into?)

Praise, degradation, and overstimulation. 

L = Location (Where do they wanna do it?)

Anywhere at any time. He loves the thrill of being in public. In dressing rooms at stores, in closets, anywhere is just fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Literally, anything you do!! Everything about you is sexy to him. He gets especially excited when you sit on his lap. 

N = NO (NUH NUH ICKY YUCKY NO THEY WON'T DO IT soz these are just getting annoying)

Into everything except for bodily functions, although that's just wishful thinking because if you're into it he'd probably be cool with that. No that doesn't mean I'll ever write anything like that don't ask lmao.

O = Oral (Do they like giving it or getting it? Also are they good at it?)

Feels bad making you suck him off so he probably prefers giving it. It's an honor for him either way though. When he's giving he teases a lot, but he loves having you cum on his tongue. When he's receiving he whimpers a lot. I would do anything to hear Nagito whimper ahhhhh

P = Pace (Are they fast or slow?)

Nagito's pace would change throughout the session. He would start off slow, probably to tease you, and then gradually pick up the pace as you both get closer.

Q = Quickie (Their thoughts on quickies and if they like them)

He loves them!! I mean he loves sex with you in general so quickies are nice when you don't have time for a regular session. 

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment?)

Probably more willing to experiment than most other characters. He'd be up for almost anything no matter how dangerous. As long as it pleases you, he's happy.

S = Stamina (How long can they do it for? Can they do multiple rounds?)

At least five if necessary but he can probably go on for as long as you need. 

T = Toys (Do they like/have/use toys on you or themselves?)

He has a collection of toys that he uses on you and that he uses on himself. He's a freak ngl.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

HUGE ASS RATTY ASS NO ASS NASTY ASS MAN

HOMIE WILL TEASE YOU UNTIL YOU ARE SOBBING. He's such a tease and will not stop until you beg him to let you cum.

V = Volume (Are they loud or quiet?)

Quiet for the most part. He usually just grunts a lot through clenched teeth. He talks though, and when he does... HE NEVER SHUTS THE FUCK UP. He's either praising you, degrading himself or just doing his weird-ass anime dialogue like: "i'M nAgItO kOmAeDa AnD i'M fUcKiNg YoU iN tHe AsS *Disney channel music*" i fookin hate him 

W = Wild Card (Random nsfw head-canon)

He's a boobs man _('ཀ'」 ∠)_ gross let's cancel him mans got no taste

X = X-Ray (Big dick??? Big Tiddies??? I'm so sorry omfg)

Huge tits. TITTY TITTY BOING BOING. BOOBA LARGE. HUMONGOUS HONGALONGANO-NOLOGONGUS. Kidding. His dick is about 6.5 inches. It has an upward bend and he's uncircumcised. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's always ready to please you when you want him to. He's happy and honored that someone like you would want to have sex with 'trash' like him. Like I said he's honored to do it with you but sometimes you have to wonder if he truly wants it or if he's just doing it to make you happy. 

Z = Zzzzz (How fast do they sleep after? I wish I was asleep rn (╥﹏╥))

If you read my Taka NSFW alphabet I said for this part that Taka doesn't sleep. Wait hold up I have the exact quote "Bruv doesn't sleep. I picture him just lying awake in bed every night mumbling math equations to himself. Nah kidding" But this time I'm not kidding. I for real think that Nagito would just stare at you sleeping admiring you. He'll just sleep later you're too pretty🙄🙄🙄

One Reblog = One minute of sleep for Nagito

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 x reader #super danganronpa two #nagito komaeda #nagito x y/n #danganronpa nagito #nagito komeada x reader #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair

[jamneuromain]

Wishful Thinking Chpt. 9

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, possessive behavior, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, explicit language, toxic dom/sub relationship, more arguments

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

A/N 2: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm back! I'm feeling way better and I'm merging towards my social life as well. I did a litte editing and changing on part 8 where they argued. But it doesn't affect the plot. Feel free to check it out :3 Two more chapters and WT will be completed (I hope I'll get it done by December based on my current speed lmao)

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

From [email protected]

Dear all,

I hope this reaches you well. This email is to remind those of you who have yet to submit your form for assigning a supervisor…

You have been looking at this email for quite some time. Opening the link at the bottom of this email too. But you haven’t made a move yet.

You have thought about having Andy as your supervisor, but that idea sounded like a lifetime ago. And now, there’s no way you’d let Andy be your supervisor.

How are you going to face him? This is more than just some misunderstanding from last semester. This is you two breaking up. Broken up. Whatever.

You are not making him your supervisor.

Taking a deep breath, you text a reply to the message your barely-friend Fiona sent you half an hour ago.

Fiona: Are you going to choose Barber as your supervisor?

You: No. Klein.

A few more messages come from Fiona after you send it. But you ignore them, knowing that she’d be asking dumb questions.

No, probing questions like “what are you going to write for your dissertation” or “should I include my pilot study into my dissertation” or other things that she wants to make an impression in front of her supervisor without “borrowing” from your answers first.

Bitch.

You feel like screaming. Which you did, after punching your mattress and burying your head into the pillow. Only lifting your head when you are completely out of breath.

With everything that happened with Andy, Laurie, Fiona and your schoolwork, it feels like nothing could alleviate you from the endless mess of self-doubt and self-hatred. Hating others as well. Hating your friend choices. Hating your boyfriend choices. Hating your school which led you to him. Hating everyone and every being on this very planet.

Hating yourself.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble to yourself. Pulling your laptop close to fill in the form for dissertation supervisors.

Typing word for word of your dissertation title, and selecting “Joanna Klein” as your preferred supervisor.

I hate my life. The idea keeps floating in your head like the obnoxious bubbles in a soda can, spritzing tiny drops of irritating reality into your face.

Andy has just received the email from Joanna Klein to all available lecturers and professors about supervising students in their dissertations.

He found the familiar name – your name – in a heartbeat. Merely sticking out his lips and making what Laurie would call “a bitch face”, as he found your name under the list of students under the supervision of Joanna Klein.

The pure imagination of pulling the strings behind your dissertation, of having a say in what you could not refuse, seeing you writhing under his grasp, gets his blood pumping in his veins.

He’s probably sick to the bones. One brief moment of clarity tells him so. To get high just to watch you struggling in his control. The adrenaline rush of knowing you are helpless, having no one to turn to but him.

He probably needs help.

But who needs help, when you, the most direct and sufficing way of satisfying his hunger, practically serve your weakness on a silver platter?

Andy pulls his chair closer to the desk, makes up his mind, and starts typing on the keyboard.

He is doing what’s best for you.

You might not see it that way for now but…

You’ll understand, eventually.

Andy sits in his office. Waiting. Patiently. Tapping his fingers on the table surface, as he looks out of the window.

It has only been a while, since you last came to his office to deliver his suit and your breakup.

However, things turned rather quickly, as there was no room for argument as the final version of the list containing supervisor and their students to tutor through the dissertation was settled as the last nail in the coffin.

Five students, students that he is going to supervise, are about to enter that door. And one of them being you.

He grins, thinking of the fact that you are tied to him for the rest of the term time.

No use running. He rolls your name on his tongue silently. He’s far beyond any help could ever achieve in pulling him back. He wants you, one way or another.

He’d keep you, treat you like the precious thing he adores, if you behave.

If you do not… well, there are more than a few ways that he can think of to devour you.

He’d keep you, one way or another.

Five students, including you, walked through that door, sitting on the chairs that he prepared. You picked the seat furthest from him, in a small corner. Didn’t make eye contact. No friendly “hello”. No nothing.

He doesn’t mind.

He knows that you are still mad about your little dispute.

He will tolerate it, knowing that you still love him.

He will explain, tell you that he will fight tooth and nail for you. Tell you that you could start over. He was being unreasonable. He was frustrated and angry, and he lashed out on you, that he was sorry about it all.

Later. He will explain later.

Andy clears his throat, folding his hands on his stomach, “Today we’ll start by having a brief introduction of yourselves. You obviously know me, since I’ve taught you all, but I would still like it if you could introduce yourself to each other. You can tell us about your name, something about yourself, and also tell us about what you are planning to write for your dissertation…”

He pays no special attention to you. He comments, nods, and gives useful suggestions based on everyone’s self-introduction.

“I understand I’m asking for a lot of work in a short amount of time. However, I would expect you to produce a general frame of your dissertation by the next meeting, which is two weeks from now. In the framework, you’ll be talking about how you want to approach your topic-” He stops Fiona from scribbling on her notebook, but ignores you who are doing the same. What can he say, he favors you in the smallest of details, “I’ll send you all an email after this meeting for the framework you’ll be writing about. The topic, the details you are going to investigate, the methodology – I’m sure Professor Rifkin has explained this in her class, and also, keep an open mind when you are writing the dissertation, especially for those who are employing a qualitative method to analyze their data. Any questions?”

You are the first to rush out of his office after he declares that today’s session has come to an end.

He waits until the last student has left the floor before heading out.

The entire floor is quiet. Dead. Deserted.

His shoes barely make a sound on the soft carpet as he steps out of his office, finding you on the floor, sitting on the carpet. You have opened your laptop, but it seems blank.

You gain your consciousness when he approaches, looking up at him. A sigh leaving your lips before you speak, “You did this.”

Not a question, but a firm sentence.

You know he was behind this transfer of dissertation supervisors.

Andy neither confirms nor denies. He cocks his head slightly, looking at your tired expression, “You will need to work on your methodology. Your arguments wouldn’t be convincing if you only state the method for your dissertation.”

“Can’t we be those ex-es like friends? Stop torturing each other over the fact that we broke up? Can you just leave me alone?” You take a deep breath, saying the words that you know he will be disapproving of.

He takes a seat on the couch in the open space, about three feet from where you are sitting, but he doesn’t have to put extra pressure on his neck looking at you from above.

Andy interlaces his fingers into a fist, his thumbs tapping each other.

To tell the truth, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let go of you. Couldn’t watch you go away.

“Look-” Seeing him unresponsive to your plead, you change your tactics, switching into defiance, “If you want to be a bitch about our relationship, I will have to put in a request to the faculty about changing my supervisor.”

Andy lets out a cold, hard laugh. Raising his eyebrows in disbelief, Andy “kindly” tells you about the regulation that runs around the place: “Nice try getting rid of me, sweetheart. But even if you do, and that’s a big ‘if’, you would still have to write your dissertation, and during scoring, your dissertation would be assigned to lecturers based on your topic. And I know all your topics, sweetheart.”

Your lips visibly tremble in fear, so are your arms, “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” His tone turns sharp, “I can put an A into your months of work, or an F. Your choice.”

“Yeah? And what should I do for an A?” You shut your laptop with a loud snap, jumping from the spot on the floor to your feet. Clenching your teeth and hissing like venom burns your mouth, you challenge him even further, “Suck your dick, Professor Barber?”

“Be nice, sweetheart. I’m trying to be a friend.” Andy narrows his eyes, the threat in his tone is evident, “First of, I suggest you to be respectful when talking to me.”

You glare at him with fire burning in your eyes.

“I'm not a monster, sweetheart. But if you poke me like that, I don't mind putting a little discipline inside that pretty little brain of yours. Try to stay on my good side, yeah?” Andy stands to his full height, buttoning his suit jacket as he stands up, casually tugging the hem of his shirt and his tie. After tiding himself up, Andy lifts his hand to caress your jaw.

You jerk your head on instinct but his fingers dig into your neck, reminding you, painfully, of the night that he went overboard and fucked your throat.

His grip softens when he feels you freeze on spot. Tracing his thumb on your jawline, he murmurs, “Remember, sweetheart? I'm your Dom. I tell you something, and you do it.”

“You're not my fucking Dom.” You grit out.

“Still bratty, I see. You're a handful but I doubt there's anything that can't be solved by some punishments.”

His thumb forces you to lift your chin, even so, you refuse to look at him.

It takes you a few seconds to regain your voice, “You can't expect me to whore out myself.”

If that’s what he’s asking.

Andy presses a small kiss to your temple, whispering by your ear, “I don't really mind, sweetheart, as long as it is you.”

Some sense finally comes to you, your body shakes like a leaf in both fear and fury, you try to sound tough, but it comes out no better than a whimper, “I could report you to the board of malpractice.”

“And I have a lawyer friend, honey. He's the best in town. God knows how long a lawsuit can take. 18 months? 24?”

“Honey” was usually meant for Laurie, but he is beyond caring which endearment belongs to whom at this point.

“You're ... evil.” You want to move, but you cannot, not when he’s still having an iron grip over your neck.

“Maybe.” Andy shrugs, letting go of your neck, “Now run along before I do something evil, like fucking you over my desk.”

You pack your things as fast as you can, leaving the place without another word.

The rest of the term time passed in a blur. He attends your graduation ceremony with a heart-felt smile, knowing well that he black-mailed you into accepting his supervision and that you have an impeccable dissertation as he almost looked through every word of it, which probably violated ten faculty rules, if not twenty.

He is still clapping when you receive the graduation certificate from Joanna Klein, while he stands on the side. The next thing he knows, you are rushing towards him with a knife in your hand, carving his chest almost in half and he dies before the ambulance can reach the hospital.

His soul floats in mid-air as he watches everything pans out.

Laurie takes over everything, every property in their marriage.

You are charged with murder, serving your life-sentence in a max-security prison.

And Laurie… Laurie divorced him and marries the man she was having an affair with, decorating Andy’s house into a shit-yellow color, laughing and doesn’t have to worry about the rest of her life since she has all the money, cars, and houses that she could get their hands on…

Andy wakes up screaming.

Panting.

Taking a few seconds to realize that he is not in a ghost state and that he is still alive.

Alive. Awake. In his home. In the middle of the night.

Everything in the dream felt so real. Like it actually happened.

Andy touches his chest, where the skin and flesh are intact.

He is still alive.

He sweated through his sheet.

Another few seconds pass and he stays up, hands over his face, recalling the horrible dream.

The absolute nightmare where he told Joanna to switch you to his-

Shit.

He pulls himself over the bed and snatches his phone from the nightstand, checking his email.

The sudden blue light from his phone has him cursing. After flipping over his inbox and finding that he received the email of supervising students yesterday, but hasn’t made a move yet, he lets out an exhale of relief.

He groans and lies back to the bed. His heart still pounding frantically.

A string of curses flies out of his mouth.

Rest assured that he is not going to pull a favor and get you assigned to him.

But he wants you so bad.

How can he live when he wants you so bad and he pissed you off by saying the most harmful things that could be ever said to you?

Tag List: @geminiflanagansblog @wintasssoldier @sapphire-rogers @nouk1998 @sarahdonald87 @charmed-asylum

#andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #defending jacob #professor andy barber #student reader #dancing in the daydream #wishful thinking #andy barber fluff #andy barber angst

[kvhasproblems]

Boy Next Door - Part 3

Main Masterlist, Series Masterlist

Part 2 - Part 4

Van x Reader

Summery: My whole life seemed to be perfectly planned out for me, the perfect family, the perfect house with a white picket fence, the perfect boy next door… the only problem is I can’t seem to take my mind off my best friend…

Warnings: major homphobia, slurs, subtle racism, horrible parents, discussions of an attempted forced kiss

A/n: ok i meant to post this a long time ago but then my life lowkey fell apart, why is the curse of being a fanfic writer real lmao

Word Count: 2,869 (lol)

very subtle background lottie/nat and jackie/shauna

I got home just before my curfew was up with a sigh of relief.

"What kept you so late?" My mother calls from the kitchen as I'm passing.

"Jackie kept interrupting our studying with her boy problems, so it took us longer than we thought to read the chapters." I lied through my teeth, hoping the on-the-spot excuse was convincing enough.

"Oh, that girl and her doe eyes are bound to have boys falling for her, that's for sure." My mother laughed to herself before going back to wiping the counter. "You get up to bed now; you have school tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Mom. I love you!" I call as I walk up the stairs.

I don't miss how she doesn't say it back.

"At 6? Ok. I'll see you then! Bye!" I hung up the phone after untwisting the cord that I wrapped around my finger.

"Who was that?" My mother's voice cut through my happy daze. She stood in my doorway, her spying disguised as curiosity.

"OH! Hi mom. It was… just Lottie. She asked if I could come to the movies with her and Tai." My mother's nose wrinkled at the sound of Tai's name. I keep a neutral face despite the way her reaction makes my stomach twist.

"Hmmm, alright, well, don't be too late; we have brunch next door tomorrow morning at 10!"

"I won't be out past curfew!" I call, already getting up and running to my drawers to find an outfit to wear.

It had taken a while to convince my mother not to drive me. As I rolled up to the theatre, my eyes found her immediately. She stands along the postered display wall, rocking back and forth on her heels, looking around occasionally, waiting for me. At her next check, she spots and waves to me before making her way over to the bike rack where I was chaining up my bike.

We stood in line at the snack corner. Tonight was surprisingly busy, and the line was annoying long.

"I can't believe you haven't seen Jurassic Park yet!" Van talked excitedly, filling the wait time with fun facts about the movie she'd read about in a magazine. "I mean, the movie came out months ago; you're lucky they are still showing it."

"I was supposed to go with Jackie, Shauna and them, but once we got here, they dragged me to The Firm."

"Why did they wanna see The Firm?" Van scrunched her nose, wondering more out loud than she meant to.

"Something about impressing boys by watching R-rated movies."

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Sounds like them."

"I thought their whole reasoning was dumb; it wasn't a bad movie though." I countered while shoving her lightly with my shoulder, smiles across both our faces.

"It's definitely not as good as Jurassic Park." She bumped me back.

"I don't know Jackie screaming the whole time made for a pretty good movie." I went to bump into her again, but she dodged me at the last second, sending me stumbling for a brief moment before her warm hands grabbed my shoulders, helping me steady myself, all while we laughed up a storm. My giggles almost get caught in my throat as I look up and realize how close our faces are. Close enough, I can feel the tickle of her warm breath against my face.

"NEXT!" The grouchy teen working the canteen shouted, fed up with trying to get our attention politely. Van quickly stumbled to the side, motioning to me to go first. My cheeks were still pink as I walked up to the counter.

"Two tickets to Jurassic Park, please!"

"Hey, wait! I can buy my own ticket!"

"Van, you're my best friend, and I just got my allowance for the month." I ignore the rest of her grumbling protests and turn back to the canteen. "One regular popcorn and a coke, please."

I move to the side so Van can order, but she just comes to stand by me.

"You not getting anything?"

"Nah... I don't even like popcorn that much anyway."

I just nod, but I don't miss the way her eyes track my popcorn as the worker hands it to me. It's also hard to believe her as her hand keeps bumping into mine as she steels from my bag throughout the movie. I couldn't even be annoyed if I wanted to. Her laughs and reactions to the film make me way happier than any popcorn does. I try to focus on the movie, but I keep thinking about how blue her eyes look when my face is way too close to hers.

The memory continued to dance around the forefront of my mind, her hands on my shoulders keeping me upright, close, the way her eyes seemed endless, the slight warmth on my face from her breath-

Steven's hand grabs my arm, shocking me back into the moment. I look around the table, everyone with expectant glances.

"You were asked to pass the syrup to Mrs. Fraser." my mother practically glares at me. I internally cringe.

"Oh, sorry.. here you go." I shook Steven's hand from my arm while passing Mrs. Fraser the syrup bottle. I tried to ignore the way my skin crawled at his touch. I haven't talked to him since he tried to kiss me at that party. Steven's father breaks the silence.

"So, y/n, when's soccer tryouts this year? You gunning for Varsity?" He asked before shoving some French toast in his mouth. Steven coughed and quickly reached for his orange juice as I cringed beside him. Of course, he had to bring up Varsity… stupid rumour. Stupid girls.

"Tryouts are 2 weeks on Monday, and yeah… being on varsity in freshman year would be great." I don't elaborate more than that much to Mr. Fraser's disappointment. He always asks for updates on how soccer's going; I'm not sure if he's trying to make Steven feel guilty for quitting or to live through me instead of his own son.

"Well, you gotta tell me if you think you have any real competition at tryouts, if they can keep up with you, I say you got a real shot at states this year. You know, back in my day, my team almost won States." He continued to ramble about his glory soccer days despite the fact that I've heard this story a thousand times.

As we finish the brunch, I help by picking up plates and dishes to bring to the kitchen.

"Y/n, wash the dishes for Mrs. Fraser, please." My mother called from the dining hall.

"Of course!" I put on my cheeriest voice. I hate washing dishes, but at least I can avoid any more awkward conversations. I start to run the water as I get the drying rack set up.

"Here, let me help." Steven brushed past my side to grab a drying rag. My heart sank in my chest, god I don't want to have any awkward conversations about what happened. I began washing to give my hands something to do, praying Steven will just stay quiet the whole time.

"Look, about what happ-"I cut him off quickly.

"We don't have to talk about it."

"I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

"It's o-" I stop before I can brush off his apology, sighing I start again. "It's just that you've been my friend for as long as I can remember; I just was confused, I guess."

"Oh, yeah… I just needed to apologize; I didn't want things to be awkward; like you said, you've been my… friend as long as I can remember." He refused to actually look at me as he grabbed the dish from my hand. Just before an awkward silence could creep in, Steven turned to me.

"Oh, you got something on your face there." He pointed towards my cheek.

"Where?" I tried to reach for the cloth so I could dry my hands, but Steven held it away from me.

"Here, let me get it."

"Ok, than-"

Steven quickly scooped soap bubbles from the top of the water before smearing them across my face. I jumped back, letting out a yelp of surprise.

"Oh, it's so on now!" I challenged scooping up bubbles to throw at him.

We ended up with a larger mess to clean than we started with, but I'm glad it made things feel normal again. Steven being Steven, my friend who throws soap at me, not some boy who tries to kiss me at a party.

At 15 I found myself lying to my mother the most I ever have as I had hung out with Van 3 more times since we saw Jurassic Park. My current up-and-running lie was Shauna's study group, which "most definitely" exists. I was meeting Nat and Van at the fields at the school. With tryouts coming up in 2 days, we thought it would be good if we got some extra practice in. We were doing a late-night practice because Van had a shift at the bowling alley till 8. It takes me about 20 minutes to bike to school, meaning that I only really have about an hour to practice to make sure I get home before my 10 o'clock curfew.

When I got there, Nat was already there dribbling and juggling the ball.

"Hey, Nat." I threw my bags down by the goalpost before jogging up to her. We lightly pass the ball back and forth and chat while we wait for Van.

The sound of faraway grumbles and shouts drew my attention away from our mini scrimmage, which was basically just play fighting at that point. Nat took the opportunity to bodycheck me and run away with the ball.

"HA! Got yo-" she paused as she heard it too. "Van!?" She called out as Van rounded the corner, practically carrying her bike.

I abandon Nat and run to help Van with her bike. The stupid thing was too big and too old, a hand me down from an older neighbour whose son grew out of it.

"What happened this time?" I say with a small smile while grabbing the front of the bike to make carrying it easier.

"God, you wouldn't believe it. first, the fucking chain popped off, and I had already got off work late, so I threw it back on as fast as I could, and then I rushed to get here, and I must have run over something because my front tire is now completely flat." She threw her arms around while telling the story once we set the bike down with our bags. "I just gave up riding, and I thought carrying it would be easier, but I forgot this thing weighs a million pounds." She rolled her eyes while pulling her cleats and gloves out of her bag.

Nat, who had been trying to muffle her laughter, finally bursts as Van kicks the bike once more before sitting down to put on her shoes.

"OH shut up!" Van chucked a shoe at Nat, who then picked it up and ran away. "OH, YOU-"Despite only having one regular shoe and an undone cleat, Van sprinted after Nat, who was much slower than normal due to her laughter. Just as Van was closing in on the shoe, I ran towards them.

"NAT! OVER HERE!" I waved my arms, signalling to her as she tossed the shoe to me. Van's grumbles were impossible to take seriously, with the biggest grin on her face as we played this sort of monkey-in-the-middle tag. It was probably another 30 minutes before we even got to any sort of real practice.

"Fuck! I totally thought I had that one. I swear you teleport around that goal." I grumbled light-heartedly as Van saved another one of my attempts to score.

"I'm just too good." Van rolled her shoulders and faked a yawn.

"I, for one, would be able to aim better if I could actually see the goalposts." Nat

"Shit yeah, it's getting pretty late," Van commented, looking around at just how dark it's gotten in the past 90 minutes ish of playing.

Dark. HOLY FUCK, ITS DARK DARK OUT!!

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I scrambled to my bag, throwing off my cleats to change my shoes.

"I gotta go like now! I'm so late!" I shoved my shoes into my bag. "God, I'm gonna be so dead when I get home."

Van and Nat gave me a sympathetic glance before bidding their goodbyes as I sped off.

I tore around the corner onto my street, peddling as fast as I could. I was so totally screwed. My mom is most definitely freaking out right now. I tried to come up with a reason for why I'd be home so late.

Jackie was having boy trouble and wanted to get ice cream?

Shauna realized she forgot a bio test and needed extra help studying?

My head was spinning. None of those were good enough.

I couldn't even remember what my original lie was.

I pulled into my driveway, and that's when I saw her. Standing on the front steps with my father and Steven of all people.

"Fuck…" I mumbled under my breath.

My mother, who was pacing, stopped dead in her tracks, glaring at me with harsh, angry eyes. My father came down from the porch and took my bike from me as I stepped off it.

"I-"

"Just get inside."

I didn't bother with a verbal response, instead fleeing to the stairs to be met by my mom, giving Steven a quick hug.

"Thank you so much for your help." She told him. He nodded before turning to me. He didn't say anything; he just mouthed sorry and put his hand on my shoulder quickly before heading down the stairs. I watched him walk away. I don't know what he's sorry for, I got myself into this mess.

I was pulled from my thoughts as her hand grips my bicep. Her touch burns as if a hot poker is being pressed into my skin, and I'm sure I will have a bruise once she removes her hand. I try to pull my arm away as she drags me into the house, her face as red as my skin feels.

"Mom! Mom, please stop; you're hurting me!" At that, she shoves me forward before slamming the door.

There was a silence. A stare down of sorts, and when she first speaks, it's so quiet.

"I've let you get away with so much. I thought that if I gave you time… if I let you work this out of your system that, you'd be fine. But I was wrong. I knew I should have trusted my gut. I let you leave this house. THIS HOUSE THAT I AND YOUR FATHER HAVE WORKED SO HARD FOR. I GAVE YOU MY TRUST AND YOU," She gasps, taking in air, "AND YOU THROW IT IN MY FACE. RUNNING AROUND WITH THAT TRAILER TRASH BEHIND MY BACK!! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU LIED TO ME!"

My blood felt like ice in my veins as I found it hard to take in a breath. Tears sprang to my eyes at her yells. I couldn't bring myself to answer her. My voice frozen in my chest; I'm sure I stood there gaping. My mouth opening and closing like a fish hung cruelly out of water.

"How many times have you lied to me." Gone was her manic yelling; this was much scarier, her eyes dark face set. "Don't make me repeat myself again."

I stumbled for an answer, and her growing impatience had me losing my train of thought.

"I- I don't know for sure.. not that much, I swear." She started to advance on me. I stumbled for a way to give her what she wanted. "Once this summer to go to a party." I was talking fast, my voice raising in pitch. "Tonight! Two times last week! Once the week before! Last May, after we lost that big game! AND END OF YEAR PARTY! MY SCIENCE GRADE BEFORE EXTRA CRED-" My rambling was halted, words slapped from my mouth. She looked slightly shocked as she looked at her hand. Part of me wondered if it stung as much as my face. Another part of me hoped it did.

"Here's what's going to happen. You are going to stop hanging out with that dyke on your soccer team. I didn't raise you to be a fucking faggot!" She spits her words so violently, and the same burning rage I felt in the cafeteria bubbled up to the surface. "and speaking of soccer, you're done!"

"WHAT!" Any rage I had quickly boiled to fear.

"DONE! IF I SO MUCH AS CATCH YOU RUNNING, YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED OUT OF THIS HOUSE AGAIN!"

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS! PLEASE! IT'S ALL I HAVE!"

"DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!"

It was eerily silent for a moment. As I stared back at her.

"Please…" I tried to keep my voice even and steady, but it came out as more of a whimper.

#yellowjackets #van palmer x reader #fanfics #yellowjackets fanfic #vanessa palmer x reader #van palmer #van palmer x reader fluff #van palmer/reader #van palmer x reader angst #vanessa palmer

[ghoulangerlee]

Post last ritual, Copia and Dew talk about the future :)

I'm a firm Copia doesn't die truther so don't look to me for death. Copia lives a happy and long life with his ghouls post retirement lmao

-

"So, that was the last one, huh?" Dew asks as he lets himself into Copia's dressing room, the last one of the long line of dressing rooms he'd found himself in over the last several months.

Copia, as always, is sitting in a chair in front of a vanity mirror, a nicer one than some of the previous, carefully wiping his papal paint from his skin, "Last one," he confirms after a long moment of silence, looking back at Dew through the mirror. "How does it feel?"

Dew comes further into the room, pulling his helmet off and placing it down on the first surface he can, "It's bittersweet," he admits, "This tour has been...enlightening. A lot more high energy than previous ones," he carefully rests his hands on Copia's shoulders.

He's already out of his show clothes and is wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants; he looks good like this, content and happy, comfortable. Settled into his skin after several long years of trying to prove himself.

"You've done well, Papa," Dew says, leaning down to press a kiss into Copia's hair.

Copia hums, a happy little sound as he places the paint stained rag on the vanity before leaning back into Dew, "I couldn't have done it without my ghouls by my side," he says, soft and full of meaning. "Having you here has meant so much to me." His hand comes up and he covers Dew's on his shoulder, bare skin on bare skin. "Thank you for never giving up on me."

Dew scoffs a little, but there's a smile on his face, "None of the mushy stuff until we're out of the venue," he says, "You know Rain or Cumulus are better suited for that shit."

This time, Copia laughs and he turns in the chair a bit so he can look up at Dew, a happy smile on his face, "I mean it Dewdrop," he says and then he grows serious, "Having you here has kept me sane more times than I could count."

And well, Dew's not sure what to do with that, so he leans down and draws Copia into a kiss that he hopes is able to convey that he's here. He will always be here. That he doesn't make arbitrary promises in the middle of a traumatizing elemental transformation for just anyone.

When they part and Dew pulls his hands away from Copia's face, he makes a face at the smeared mix of white and gray transfer on his fingers. "You missed some," he says, wiggling them at Copia.

Copia's smile is private, fond and smitten as he turns around and picks up the washcloth, handing it to Dew, "Take care of it for me?" He asks.

Dew rolls his eyes but takes the rag, carefully tilting Copia's head to one side so he can wipe away the paint and sweat accumulating under his jaw and behind his ears, quiet all the while.

"Aether used to do this for me too," Copia comments quietly, a far away quality to his voice. "It'll be nice to see him again."

Dew feels something soft tug at his heart as he thinks of Aether, waiting for them to return to the church. They have so much to tell him about the tour. About Aurora and Aeon's part in their pack now.

"I can't wait to see his dumb face again," Dew says, his voice full of emotion, disgusting human emotions that Dew can't help but feel being fed into his and Copia's bond. Love. Care. Admiration. Longing.

They lapse into a silence and Dew continues to carefully wipe away whatever paint he finds that Copia's overly eager swipes had missed.

"When I name my successor..." Copia begins after some time, slow and careful, tasting the words in his mouth like something foreign. A thought he hadn't considered in almost six years. "Will you continue on as a band ghoul?"

Dew hasn't thought much about it, beyond what happens when they return to the church. Beyond Copia assuring them—with paperwork, notarized by Mr. Saltarian, the senior most member of the Clergy, and the oldest living member to date, that Copia's place in the church was as elevated leader, beyond Papa—he hasn't really considered what he might do.

The Ghost project will always be around. It will always be the way they entice people into joining, into spreading the Word.

But as Dew looks at Copia, eyes closed and content in Dew's hands, trust apparent and love blooming over through their bond, he just knows.

"I think Aeon would be a fantastic lead guitarist," Dew says, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he pulls the washcloth away from Copia's skin and tosses it over to the vanity once more. "I think, my place has always been with Aether. With you. I think, I would be content to stay at the church." He brushes his thumb across Copia's cheek, "Maybe it's just my old age and all, but I think it might be time to settle down."

Copia opens his eyes and looks at Dew, "Oh?" He asks, "You and Aether finally ready to make an honest man out of me?"

"Something like that." Dew says, though the fluttering in his chest tells him just how much he likes that thought.

#copiadew #the band ghost fic #my writing #the paperwork is paperwork saying that effective immediately Sister Imperator is stepping down as leader and Copia will be taking her place #she is content with that btw #she's happy her son has grown to be a true leader etc etc etc

[chromotps]

#saw this and thought it’d be up your alley^^#very star crossed vibes haha

oh!! tbh i don't know if i've ever gotten a submission before haha i hope this works right

[steeples my hands] this is up my alley... the poetry... ace acknowledging luffy and even sabo are somehow different from him... the idea that ace is in the echoes around luffy all the time......

but also. I am a big soft depressed weenie (especially after getting off work lmaO) so i have to make ace happy eventually—EDIT: I got a second wind and wanted to stretch my writing muscles, so... Have a wild drabble!!

Even as it set, the sun's light washed over Luffy like honey: rich and copious. It was something Ace couldn't lift from his brother's skin no matter how hard he imagined. Luffy was meant to be like this, golden.

Ace knew it was an odd thought, but he couldn't help it. They were sharing a rare quiet moment at the hill where they'd wept for Sabo. Now, with Ace's departure drawing near, he found his mind meandering down strange, overly sentimental paths, especially when it came to his brother.

Breaking himself out of the pattern, Ace unwound a hand from where it'd been wrapped around his knees, and gave a cursory yank—tugging on the tattered, too-big hat resting against Luffy's back.

"You don't really need this thing, do you?" he said. "You never get burnt."

Luffy, interrupted from idly pulling at the grass around him, looked up with an affronted expression. "Of course I need it! It was a gift from—"

"From Red-Hair, yeah, yeah, I know." Ace sighed. "I'm not saying it's not important to you, relax. Just that you don't need it—the sun doesn't bother you."

Luffy tilted his head, goofy preteen face squinting at the clarification. As if he had to think of everything in concrete terms, Luffy pulled the hat off his back, holding it in his hands so he could contemplate it.

A grin spread across his face. "I guess you're right! I'm still glad I have it, though." His smile was dazzling; Ace didn't look away, but his heart suffered a pang for the lack of action.

"It's a part of my dream, like you said." Luffy nodded. "As long as I have this, I'll know I'm on my way to becoming the most amazing pirate ever!" He looked at Ace then, grin turning impish. He'd probably been swept up by another one of his dumb ideas.

"Hey, Ace, you should start calling me 'Captain Luffy.' It'll help me get ready!"

"Pfft." Ace grabbed the hat from Luffy, and stuffed it back over his brother's head. Luffy couldn't see his fond smile, whining like he was from beneath the wide brim.

Ace held the smile while he spoke over Luffy's whine. "As if. Try that again when you've actually got a crew to boss around, and your own ship."

"Aww. C'mon," Luffy sighed. He sounded put-out, but he didn't refuse Ace's next unspoken offer: the older teen knelt, facing away from Luffy, arms lifted back to accept his brother's weight.

He didn't need to say anything at this point, the two of them so used to the tradition. Ace would carry Luffy, piggy-back, to Dadan's at the end of the day. Luffy climbed into his hold easily, chin resting over Ace's shoulder, childish pout still in place.

"I'm gonna do it some day, you know." So petulant.

"Sure," Ace said. It sounded dismissive, but he didn't actually have any doubt in his mind. He knew he'd lose Luffy to that dream eventually.

His brother might be right here in his arms, and they'd wake up tomorrow close enough to touch, like always. But Ace knew he'd never really belong at Luffy's side. He didn't belong at Sabo's, or his mother's, or Dadan's; but he especially wasn't meant for Luffy's.

They entered the forest, everything dimming in the earthy shade. Luffy was drowsy at his back. Ace's overactive brain thought that only made sense. The sun would naturally retreat, with night coming on.

Twilight gave way to dusk; a branch snapped somewhere in their vicinity, and Luffy tensed ever so slightly against Ace's back.

Well, Ace couldn't have that. And so he hummed. If nothing else, he could do this for the brother he couldn't keep. He'd make sure Luffy stayed safe and grew up strong. That way, if he ever faced something dark on the path to his dreams, he'd have a song in his heart instead of fear.

"S'not even that sunny," Luffy mumbled. Ace paused, turning his head slightly, but it wasn't like he could get a clear look at Luffy right now.

He kept on walking, but asked, "What was that?"

Luffy sighed. His tired, warm voice drifted by Ace's ear. "I don't really need the hat, 'cause we spend most of our time together here. In the forest... Right?"

He sniffed sleepily and then continued, "The sun doesn't really reach us here. N... Nothin' does." In what seemed like a total leap in logic, Luffy then said, "You don't really have to call me 'Captain.' When it's just you 'n' me..." Luffy yawned. "...none of that other stuff matters, 'kay? I'm just Luffy, and you're just Ace. S'all there is."

Ace blinked.

He squeezed Luffy's leg in his grip, and kept walking.

#submission #thank you!! #please excuse my post work moping #i am off to watch cute shoujo anime w some friends and eat fresh baked cookies which will literally fix me #acelu #? #for my own blog sorting purposes if nothing else haha

[shittykinaesthetics]

Would you ever consider posting more them two aesthetics a day

I'm a very inpatient person

i've done this fer special occasions in th past, bu prolly never will on any permanent basis an i'll give you two reasons why

honestly it jus requires a lot more work on my part. dependin on how much i know about a source goin inta somethin, an aesthetic (before i do stuff like image descriptions) can take between like. ten minutes an like. 45 minutes. i know that sounds super dumb when you look at how basic they are, bu there ya go. image descriptions take between ten an twenty minutes, generally, an then i spend like another five t ten minutes tryna think a somethin stupid t write in th description an tag everythin. so jus one aes takes me a minimum a twenty five minutes, an often closer t an hour if not a lil more. it takes a fuckton a time t build up a backlog, an if i post four a day, i'll run out much faster an it's jus not really sustainable when ya factor in th fact that this is a stupid hobby blog that i run in between school an work, an m not always in th front t be workin on it

literally almost every time i post anythin i lose a follower lmao. i have no idea why. i generally make up th gap whenever i post anythin fer a big fandom an also i don't actually really care about th number a people starin at me at all times (frankly it's weird there's so many a you). bu if i post more'n two aesthetics a day, which comes out t four posts, suddenly that seems a lot more like spammin people's dashes (i will never ever figure out a queue fer this blog. s jus not gonna happen), an i suspect i'll lose more. while in th grand scheme a things it doesn't matter an i don't care, m also not tryna cause a mass exodus. if i wanted t do that i'd jus post my discourse opinions or somethin

okay hope that clears some stuff up i look forward t seein th lil number go down after i post this

#anons #so true stanley #faq

[crypticjackal13]

Hey! Found your blog a few days ago I believe and I love your writing!

I was wondering if you could do a

Swk, redson, Mk, and macaque x reader who take a long time to process things? Or like they have dyslexia ( a learning disability) that makes it hard for them to learn things fast so they need extra help understand certain stuff? If not I completely understand!

I hope you have a nice day/afternoon/night! Take care of yourself!

Thank you anon!!! I did my best to look into dyslexia a bit so I wasn't flying blind, however if there are any problems with what I wrote please tell me!

MK, REDSON, SWK, AND MACAQUE x DYSLEXIC!GN!READER (Headcanons)

MK

Oof same

Though he tries his best to read himself, he tries extra hard to help you when you need it.

The two of you together probably mix up directions a lot(Mei and Redson will help lol)

Thinks it’s kinda cute if you mispronounce things; won’t make fun of you for it but will help you sound it out. If he doesn’t know either, you two just make guesses until something sounds right lmao

He himself uses a lot of visual aids(it’s why he loves drawing) so I can see him extending that offer of making some for you if you’d like!

Really good at getting you to calm down if you’re starting to get stressed at something you’re trying to comprehend.

Encourages you to take your time with stuff, there’s no rush, no one’s mad or anything.

Redson

They’re a little confused at first. The words on the menu are so easy to read, why are you having such a hard time?

(You’ll probably have to explain it to them)

Once they figure out what’s wrong they’re much less condescending toward you. They’ll pretend to not like giving you resources but trust me they love helping you any way they can.

Never ever rushes you to try and understand something. If someone else does, they threaten to set the person on fire if they don’t back off and give you a minute.

I think Redson is actually pretty good at explaining things in different ways. It requires some patience on their end, but they wouldn’t mind it for you.

If you want them to write something down for you because you’re kinda struggling on your own, they will. Their handwriting is really pretty.

SWK

OOF SAME

He’s super supportive, don’t get me wrong, and he does his best, but this monkey cannot read to save his life.

Thinks in pictures, deals in pictures. You two can potentially help each other out? You present words, he’ll match a visual to it. The math is adding up

He takes things slow a lot of the time, so if you’re getting stressed about reading or understanding something, he encourages you to do your best. If you still can’t figure it out, don’t worry about it, it’s not a life or death situation!

If he sees you zoning out he has two options: join in(bc honestly he probably likes daydreaming!) or very gently helping you to zone back in. If it helps you to fidget with something he lets you play with his tail.

Doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about you. You’re not dumb to him, you’re not lazy. You’re trying just as hard as anyone else!

Macaque

Like Redson, slightly confused at first. But then he remembers how Wukong is and understands immediately.

You’ll have to talk to him about what helps you the best, but in the meantime he doesn't mind reading aloud to you when the words just won't stop moving.

Very patient with you if you’re talking and pronouncing things wrong/mixing up words/etc. If you don’t mind him doing it he’ll correct you, but if you’d prefer he let you figure it out, he’ll shut up.

Has no sense of schedule for himself, but if you wanna work on your own time management he might partner up with you to figure out a routine for the two of you to follow(Please this man needs sleep. Give him a bedtime.)

If you’re into drama and theater like he is he’ll want you to help him with his plays! It’s hands on so you won’t have to stress that much

He’ll probably go terrorize anyone who insults you and your intelligence in front of him

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk x reader #lmk #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lego monkie kid headcanons #lmk red son #mk x reader #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #macaque x reader #sun wukong #monkie kid swk #swk x reader #wukong x reader

[nono-bunny]

Thoughts from watching the ATLA live action!

I initially wanted this to all be one post but. It got too long and also Tumblr accidentally posted it once instead of just drafting as I asked while I was writing it and I had to reconstruct the whole thing so I'm just going to make one post per episode I think.

So, episode 1!

Oh my god the show really opens on just showing the letters "Capital City", genuinely that's kind of hilarious?? I kinda always thought of it as Caldera City collectively because Capital City sounds dumb (very The Hunger Games of them, ngl) but like... I do recognize that it's only technically the rich district- even so I feel like maybe they should've reimagined that one in particular because honestly it's always been confusing for the capital to have two cities in it (Harbor City is the other one, basically the poor people district). Anyway not a big deal overall, just... Kind of funny to not change this

Truly a weird way to start the show with just some random Earth Kingdom revolutionaries, but based on the fact that I've heard they're not in it I'm just headcanoning it to be Haru and Tyro lmao otherwise it's just. A truly bizarre choice

Oh never mind they're??? Opening before the war??? They literally have Ozai in the first season, why wouldn't they just have a menacing Sozin in a war room, with like maybe some very subtle hints to him grieving someone who died disagreeing with him, and him going forward with it anyway? Idk it's genuinely very strange to open a show with such iconic and recognizable characters by focusing on some random mostly irrelevant people you're never gonna see again because the story takes place a hunder years in the future. I mean, it was a cool fight scene (when I could see it lmao, I wish it wasn't so dark- would've looked great in a cinema but this should have been made for people watching on home screens) but?? Why should I care about these people or what they're doing, either as a veteran who knows they don't matter or as someone new to the story who DOESN'T know that they're never going to see them again?

Oh shit wait, AGAIN??? They keep zagging on me lmao this is like. Exactly what I wanted!! I read they started things off with a lot of fighting and showing the war so I thoght this was what it was but no!! The random guy meets non other than Sozin... Who genuinely looks incredible and does a fantastic job at portraying exactly what I wanted!! I think there's something in the eyes specifically? Like, there's a certain sadness mixed with idealism there, which works really well with how determined, calculating and cold he otherwise is. He feels 100% like the sort of guy who'd reasonably be the ancestor to the mess that is the Royal Family we see during the rest of the show, and I'm genuinely really happy about it! Sozin feels like the sort of madman who believes in his own just and it's perfect, like, the exact vibe I got from him in the original!

Is Gyatso talking to Bryke rn or...?? Lmao fr Aang never learned any of the things he mentions which is why he was a bad Avatar, and why in the end I don't like canon OG Aang. Addressing it in the first episode is extremely bold of the LA tbh, but you know I love to see it! Also everyone was talking about how Aang wasn't silly enough, but literally in the OG he was too silly and never learned to take responsibility or work with others so?? This Aang that is already blending a whimsical air with what seems like a degree of emotional intelligence the original lacked is!! Such an improvement in my eyes, actually! I'm hoping they manage to properly resolve these things this time around, but already their direction with him just within minutes of meeting him feels a lot more palatable to me. Also they rewrote that scene in a way that makes Gyatso infinitely more likeable because now he actually GETS it, OG Gyatso was a kind man but in the end... He was wrong, he coddled Aang too much. Here, in a universe where the Air nomads want to help defend the rest of the world, he recognizes that while Aang is needed, he genuinely isn't capable of helping yet which!! Also feels like an improvement in terms of co-nation relations, it feels like there actually used to be a harmony of sorts before! It will help make the Air Nomads feel less out of place and "out of sight out of mind" in the bad way they were in the original. The Air Nomads already planning to get involved also feels like a way to rid Aang of his idealistic and childhish views of his own culture in a much more direct way than the more subtle approach just showing Gyatso surrounded by skeletons of people he likely killed. Also, again, saw people complain aboit the Air Nomads wanting to get involved being ooc and?? Okay, so? Have you maybe considered that them being so insular that their loss was barely felt in the original whenever they didn't need to make Aang have an emotional moment was a bad thing??? Like, I get that it isn't in line with their characterization, but personally? Them choosing not to get involved in an attempted genocide was always a bad look tbh, and as far as I'm concerned, this is a fix and a way to make them look much better than just like. Hermits unconcerned with the world- they care, they want to help! Honestly overall everyone in the Air Nomads looks so much better here, this feels like a net good in terms of like... Idk Air Nomad publicity lmao. Also, showing the different temples coming together to celebrate is!! Incredible, I wholeheartedly love that addition to the lore!

Ngl tbh so far this feels like a fanfic I'd read, in like. Literally the best possible way

Yo the "Gyatso and Roku were friends" theory looking realll possible rn with that "you will always be my friend" line 👀

Ah so I see what people meant about Aang's characterization in this episode being a bit tell-y rather than show-y, that's fair. That said, it was a really nice scene that established the bond between him and Appa quite well imo! Also now I'm genuinely curious as to whether they'll have him get a bit drunk with power like in the original considering the focus they're putting on how much he needs to NOT do that!

To everyone saying Aang running away was important and should not have been cut- no, it fucking wasn't, it was one of his biggest unresolved character flaws that got ignored when the destroyed his character arc in season 3 and I'm fucking glad it's gone. I do find it interesting that here Aang basically only just finds out about being the Avatar before getting frozen rather than having a bit more time to get used to the idea and see how it changes things for him- it makes it that in a way, this Aang has both a lot more and a lot less baggage! Essentially his entire journey of discovery of what it means to be pronounced the Avatar will happen alongside people who never knew him as anything but, it's an extremely finite and dramatic closing of the chapter of his life where he wasn't the Avatar- it kinda shows he has no room for confusion anymore, he must now become The Avatar because that's essentially his people's last request of him. It's a very different sort of vibe from "I wasn't willing", it's "I wasn't ready", and that is much more easily fixable in a shorter show! Also the og literally just "solved" the willingness issue by having him enjoy the benefits and refuse to do any of the work so. Not sad to see it go at all

Battlefield Sozin?! Firebending rockets?! Wilhelm scream?! Cool battle scene all around tbh, really heartbreakin and difficult to watch, which means they did a good job with it! I do still wish it was brighter though lmao

Uhh forgot to type anything for a while because I was crying but. Yeah I generally really liked the portrayal of life on Wolf Cove! There are definitely some very noticeable changes with our two leads here, and I actually don't think they're necessarily bad, they just feel very strange and might take a bit to get used to. Katara actually isn't passive, which is weird considering that's how a lot of people described her? She's just extremely cautious. All of her defining traits feel like they're still there, but some of them do feel like they're lying a bit under the surface due to her situation which! Makes sense as an alternative way of writing her! Sokka genuinely feels like such a big brother here, I like the emphasis on his sense of responsibility and how he doesn't quite know how to be a real leader yet- it goes very well with a Katara who desperately wants to be a fighter but can't and has to try and blend in. Both of them have very clear aspirations and the traits that will eventually allow them to get to where they want to be, but they're very far from reaching them at the start. A lot of the scenes do feels kinda awkward tbh, but idk, I think they do a fine enough job at what they attempt to.

Now, hearing that Katara wasn't the one to break Aang out in a fit of anger wasn't a deal breaker for me actually, but? Honestly the way he gets out is just needlessly confusing here, genuinely unclear if Katara did it or he just... Idk somehow reacted to another bender's presence or whatever. Idk, it felt extremely weird and I think just like? A bit of clarification here as to what happened could've saved this scene without it having to happen via anger if that's the way they wanna go with Katara, and specifically her relationship with Sokka (which, again, does really feel authentic and well done here imo!)

Aang saying that Katara is the only one who tried to fight for him is fucking wild, but I guess that's the impression he got given that Gyatso told him he had to go away and he didn't hear the meeting about him here. Still a wild thing for him to say, felt really weird right alongside Sokka being the bravest person he ever met. Idk that whole exchange was off and awkward and just... Strange

Iroh doing his best to help and teach Aang when he can is very sweet. Idk how to feel about how hard he's already going in on the whole "your daddy doesn't love you" thing with Zuko tbh, because it does make Zuko appear much less lost when he's got someone who's giving him the answers rather than leading him to them, it's kinda a book 2 vibe from them? It's strange. Also a straight talking Iroh feels so strange in general, literally his only "eccentric" quality so far is loving Jasmine tea and very clearly not being down with the war, it's... Certainly A Choice, but not one I'm really enjoying so far tbh

There's something really interesting about Katara immediately relaxing and allowing herself to be silly and mischievous around Sokka here, it's kind of a flip from their dynamic in the original but there's something really fun and sweet about seeing those hidden aspects of her come out around the one person she knows and trusts to accept and protect her just as fiercely as she would him. It's definitely different, but I'm genuinely really enjoying the unique spin they put on their relationship and how it correlates with their own individual personalities and how they perceive and present themselves.

Taking the burden of always being the only one who can bring Aang out of the Avatar State away from Katara feels like a big relief. Also in general I like the way they still kept Aang's attachment to Gyatso and his parallels with Katara, while also solidifying Sokka and Aang friendship which wasn't really... A thing in the original? Having Sokka protect and reach out to Aang feels much more personal here in a way than it did originally, I think maybe the weird scene where Aang praises them kinda worked to serve that? Idk I've read people saying they don't feel like a family but more like friends here but. They never did in the original in season 1 either tbh. If anything there's a sense of everyone being equal here which the original lacked in places, I like how both Sokka and Katara support and save Aang in equal measure here and how they look out for each other as well. Aang is kinda naturally a mess this whole episode but here's hoping he returns the favor for them for once in the future!

Edit: dammit Tumblr literally just did it again I didn't mean to post this yet, but I'm kind of at the end of the episode so fuck it, it stays I don't wanna reconstruct it in the drafts again. If I have anything to add it'll go after this.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #atla live action #avatar the last airbender live action #natla

[elijahtxx]

I made a jeanlisa playlist cause i was listening to laufey

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3vDo39vJ2oCJG2Mj55coyd?si=0cd324c84fe843b7

explanations for the songs i chose:

- From The Start:

they are meant to be lovers and you can't tell me otherwise. lisa would tell jean during their tea time after hearing this song saying "this is definitely our song haha" and jean would think about that the whole day or week even.

- This Is It How It Feels:

"this is how it feels to fall in love with you // to always think of you // to always dream of you // yes, it hurts so much to fall in love with you" HELLOOOO THEIR LOVE STORY HURTS SO MUCH I JUST KNOW IT. they don't want to fall in love with each other cause lisa's gonna croak soon but they can't help it.

- Let You Break My Heart Again:

this song is jean's feelings to lisa :(( jean knows lisa doesn't have much time. she needs to keep telling herself "i have to move on. there are other people." but she doesn't want other people. she wants lisa. god and the chorus of this song ?? this is so jeanlisa coded and it's jean to lisa guys please they hurt so gOOD.

- Promise:

and this ?? UGH THIS IS LISA TO JEAN IN RESPONSE TO THE PREVIOUS SONG DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION ?? and i have to point out the key points in this song.

"i've done the math, there's no solution // we'll never last // why can't i let go of this" guys i'm sobbing with each explanation, please be patient with me. lisa tries so so hard to not love jean and not even try to get into a relationship because tHEY NEVER HAVE ENOUGH TIME, I'M TELLING YOU GUYS IT ALL GOES BACK TO TIME. anyway yeah these bitches gay as hell. lisa keeps telling jean "no we can't, it's inevitable and it'll just hurt more" but they BOTH would share one regret and it's not marrying each other no matter how much time they'd have.

- Bewitched:

now now i've had laufey on repeat and it would be a crime if i didn't add this song.

- What They'll Say About Us:

i HAD to add a finneas song c'mon. also the lyrics "i never said it would be easy // i'm never givin' up, believe me // i used to think the pain would fade, but it never does" it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts, they are each other's comfort. lisa puts a blanket around jean after she's fallen asleep at her desk overworking and then calls for kaeya to help carry jean back to their bed. if it's lisa sleeping then jean carries lisa herself back to their bed <33 oh sorry i just threw a hc in the middle of that LMAO i was supposed to talk about the song. anyway, this song actually also talks about time but it's more hopeful like "oh we always have time" like lmao no y'all don't but they'd like to think that. wishful thinking. maybe i'm projecting.

- Monster (feat. King Princess):

"i know we'll never grow old together // but you'll never grow old to me" GUYS BACK TO MISERY AND PAIN UGH in the original version of this song (Marceline's) marcy and pb can't grow old cause they're immortal so, wow so romantic. jeanlisa however, they can't grow old together cause wHY ?? NO SAY IT WITH ME. WHY NOT ?? BECAUSE LISA'S GONNA FUCKING BITE THE DUST SOONER BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE A POWERFUL WITCH. LIKE DAMN GIRLBOSS OF YOU LAH BUT FUCK LAH IT HURTS. also i chose this version specifically cause it sounds more sad and depressing.

- She:

I HAD to put a dodie song. jean and lisa would listen to dodie together for sure. this song is mainly jean to lisa i think. but this is more early jeanlisa like maybe teens. jean doesn't know lisa feels the same about her. she thinks it isn't reciprocated. but this dumb bitch is wRONG.

- Always:

"it was always you falling for me // now there's always time calling for me" iT ALL GOES BACK TO TIMEEEE WAAAA yea this song is lisa to jean specifically. i am on the jean fell first and lisa fell harder agenda.

- Enchanted:

swifties i'm so sorry, i know this one hurts. it's the whole song tbh like ugh maybe after a Windblume celebration, this is how they both feel. they spent the whole event together. they went on patrols together walking around the city seeing all the flowers, decorations, everyone smiling etc. the last day there's a big dance where everyone joins in and they dance the night away. after all that, they both go home and all that's on their mind is what ?? each other.

- Tautou:

guys this song sounds so depressing in the best way possible like if i could tell you to listen to at least one of these songs, it would be this. i put this mainly for the instrumentals.

- The End Of All Things:

very very short love song. not much to say. it sounds incredible. anyway they are in love, thank you.

- Lover's Oath, i'm tired of feeling this way, Greensleeves:

these don't have words, just songs they'd slow dance to or listen to together.

that's it !! i wanna say my friend xclipsa told me to add the end of all things and greensleeves but i meant to put the end of all things but somehow did not ?? i don't know what i did lmao anyway thank you for reading my explanations. hope y'all feel heartache when listening to this playlist like i do. take care, lovelies &lt;3

#genshin impact #genshin #jeanlisa #jean gunnhildr #lisa minci #they are in loveeee #meant to be #also #angst #they never had enough time #heartbreak emoji #music #song #songs #playlist #laufey #finneas #adventure time #king princess #elijah who #dodie #panic! at the disco #taylor swift #brand new #guys #am i doing tumblr right #it's been a while #since you've seen my face #sorry #as soon as i said “it's been a while” i instantly started playing that god awful apology song in my head

[plantwithoutplot]

Some ASL headcanon just for you ❤️

- Making is their big sister

- Out of the three of them, Luffy has the best eyesight

- they're so used to sleeping together that now they can't sleep if they're alone

- each of them had a favorite bandit in the Dadan Family

- Ace and Sabo only talk about Luffy with people they trust

- Ace actually loves hugs he just doesn't know how to ask (= he's afraid people will refuse)

- Ace refuses to accept that his little brother(s) are taller than him, thank you very much

- Sometimes, they miss their treehouse

(kdjdnd hope you like it!!!)

FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU FOR ALL THESE AND FOR TAKING THE TIME TO HELP ME STAY MOTIVATED 😭😭🤧💕💕💕

― Makino is totally their big sis HELL YEAH!! Either that or y'know when you have a cousin who is way older than you and they're a cool adult in your life while still giving you sibling vibes??? That 🫶🩷 Gosh yknow what would be amazing?? Fics where we see Makino being a teenager and playing with the trio and all 🥹 like not just being the Reasonnable Adult™ but also a young adult playing pranks with her younger brothers, teaching them dumb stuff and tricks and just being that older sibling who sneaks you treats behind your parents' back or share their wine glass with you when the adults are looking away 🤣🤣👌

― Ooooh this isn't a headcanon you see often 👀 (eheh, get it? See-) I would love to know if there is a reason why you have this HC??? ヽ(・ω・*)ノ

― THIS! YESSS!!!! 🪇🪇🪇 I always imagine how weird it must have been for all of them once Sabo 'died' because?? They always fell asleep under their own blanket and woke up entangled in a cuddled pile... And then one of them is missing. And then Ace and Luffy build their own 'countries' outside of Dadan's house. And then little Sabo, even without his memories, doesn't sleep the same anymore but he can't pinpoint why why why―

They are a set - do not separate 🥲❤🩵💛

― Ooooh definitely!! These boys are 300% the type to be selfish and play favorites lmao Though they all have a soft spot for Dadan (while still being Ace's favorite 🤧)

― Oooooh this ain't a HC you see often, I am very very very curious about why you picture it like this? The overprotectiveness, perhaps? 🤔🤔✨ (I always imagine the contrary so I am genuinely curious lol because I imagine these idiotic older brothers to talk about Luffy to anyone they meet, and then people are confused because they know more stories about Luffy than they do about Ace/Sabo 🤣)

― THIS BOY IS A HUGGER PLEASS DO HUG HIM (plus he must be so so so warm and give the best hugs even though he would be awkward at first because he is shy aboit sumb stuff)

― THIS IS A PAIN ONE MUST EXPERIENCE TP UNDERSTAND 🥲🥲🥲 It's okay Ace I know it is hard tp accept your younger sibling growing taller than you but I promise Denial Land is an amazing country to settle in!

― 🥲🥲🥲🥲 why must you attack me like this- (lies lies lies i love the angst) They do because it truly WAS their safest place. Nothing bad ever happened in that house. They built it for themselves. They were always COMPLETE, there. They were safe and sound and where their dreams were nothing to be laughed at. Their freest haven, up till they found their chosen families. Even if none of the brothers are the type to dwell onto the past for too long, their minds do wonder back to it when they need to remember what 'home' and 'safe' means to them.

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR MESSAGE 🥺 I managed to write some today and move past the bit that my brain had blocked on for the past two weeks!! I will keep working hard so that you get to enjoy more of Speak Up, Boys! soon ٩(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)۶🩷

#aslinn rambles #speak up boys! #one piece #one piece headcanons #asl brothers #aslinn answers