#which is why i get so excited when i make new friends (and often mistake it for romantic attraction when its not :)

[jennyboom21]

In 2023 actor Sophia Bush made headlines when she filed for divorce one year after a storybook wedding. By the fall it was public knowledge that she was in a new relationship. With a woman. The internet seemed to be foaming at the digital mouth for a scandal, but to those who knew her, it was clear she’d never been more herself. Here, in her own words, Bush speaks to the power of finally learning to listen to her intuition.

In April of 2022 I was close to calling off my wedding. Instead of running away, I doubled down on being a model wife. In 2023 my now ex-husband posted a lovely tribute to our first anniversary on Instagram. When I saw it, I felt the blood drain from my face. Fans and friends were telling me how exciting this milestone was and how happy I looked. I felt nothing. Things hadn’t been easy at home, but everyone says marriage is hard, right? As the day wore on, I felt mounting pressure from strangers online waiting for me to post something—what a strange part of public life to have to navigate—so I sat myself down and chose a picture.

It was a black-and-white photograph of us running away from the camera. Yes, I see the bittersweet irony now. I wrote a really nice story about the people in that picture. Except it was just that: a story. I typed something about how incredibly happy I was and tried to drown out the familiar voice in my head. Make it look easy. Make it look perfect. If your smile is shiny enough, maybe no one will notice that up close all of your teeth are broken. But sometimes broken is just broken.

I hit post. And then I walked into the bathroom and threw up.

I believe in people and ideas so deeply—and those feelings are often so powerful to me—that I hadn’t realized I’d spent the last two decades moving through life showing up for others but often turning my back on myself. This time things felt different. Maybe it’s just cold feet, I told myself. Maybe I was too sensitive. Maybe this was the feeling you get when you settle down later in life and have to make space for another person. There have been moments in my life when it feels like the universe is screaming at me to pay attention. This was one of them, but I didn’t listen.

I kept repeating the adages we all know so well: Relationships are hard. Marriage takes compromise. You know the rest. And so I got married. We threw one of the greatest wedding weekends ever. We had an amazing time with our closest friends and family. It was truly one of the best parties I’ve ever been to, and we raised a ton of money for charity. I don’t regret any of that.

But after the wedding I found myself in the depths and heartbreak of the fertility process, which was the most clarifying experience of my life. It feels like society is finally making space for brutally honest conversations about how hard and painful any fertility journey is, but I kept mine private. I was trying to get through months of endless ultrasounds, hormone shots, so many blood draws that I have scar tissue in my veins, and retrieval after retrieval, while simultaneously realizing the person I had chosen to be my partner didn’t necessarily speak the same emotional language I did.

As I lost track of how many examination tables I had lain on alone, I felt something in me seismically shift. Six months into that journey, I think I knew deep down that I absolutely had made a mistake. It would take my head and heart a while longer to understand what my bones already knew.

And that’s why, when I got an opportunity to do a play in London, I had to go. I had to get out of our house. I had to get onstage. I had to get back in my body. Maybe that could shift things. Maybe that would jump-start the joy I’d been chasing. The play slowly began to put me back together. It was grueling, and it was also the most exhilarating experience. I loved every second of it.

But the book doesn’t lie. The body does, in fact, keep the score. When half of our company went down with a virus, everyone recovered fast except for me. I continued to decline. I would put every fiber of my being into my performance onstage, and then be packed in bags of ice as soon as the curtain closed. I spent multiple nights in the hospital, I was pumped with endless amounts of fluids, I underwent cardiac testing and organ monitoring. It was clear that my body was screaming and I had to listen. It was hard for me to accept. I was part of a team. But I needed to go home, where my doctors (and, truthfully, my health insurance) could get a better handle on my symptoms. My time in London was over. So was my marriage. It all came crashing down at once.

During the summer of 2023, I moved back into my empty home in LA. I was separated and preparing to file for divorce, and groups of women in my life started opening up about issues they were going through in their own homes. It seemed like every week there were more of us, including [former US soccer player] Ashlyn [Harris], whom I’d first met in 2019 and who was in the process of figuring out her own split from her wife. She’d been such a kind ear for those of us who opened up about our problems during a shared weekend of speaking engagements at a fancy conference in Cannes, and soon it became clear that she needed our ears too.

For those of us who had no solution in sight or Hail Marys left, having this community changed everything. We really wrapped one another up in support. It was tragic and hard. But it was also beautiful. There were moments of incredible sadness because no one signs up to get married thinking it’ll end. The days when we knew people needed to laugh, we sent inspirational memes and silly TikToks. We read books written by great therapists and shared emo quotes from poets. Our “Begin Again” Amazon shopping list, which we created for the ones moving out and starting over, has now been forwarded to so many other women.

I didn’t expect to find love in this support system. I don’t know how else to say it other than: I didn’t see it until I saw it. And I think it’s very easy not to see something that’s been in front of your face for a long time when you’d never looked at it as an option and you had never been looked at as an option. What I saw was a friend with her big, happy life. And now I know she thought the same thing about me.

It really took other people in our safe support bubble pointing out to me how we’d finish each other’s sentences or be deeply affected by the same things. When you’re so in the trenches of hardship—plus you have the added weight of having to go through it on a public stage—it can be hard to see anything but what’s right in front of you.

It took me confronting a lot of things, what felt like countless sessions of therapy, and some prodding from loved ones, but eventually I asked Ashlyn to have a non-friend-group hang to talk about it.

And that meal was four and a half hours long and truly one of the most surreal experiences of my life thus far. In hindsight, maybe it all had to happen slowly and then suddenly all at once. Maybe it was all fated. Maybe it really is a version of invisible string theory. I don’t really know. But I do know that for a sparkly moment I felt like maybe the universe had been conspiring for me. And that feeling that I have in my bones is one I’ll hold on to no matter where things go from here.

But there was a lot that quickly turned ugly too. People looking in from the outside weren’t privy to just how much time it took, how many painful conversations were had. A lot of effort was made to be graceful with other people’s processing, their time and obligations, and their feelings. What felt like seconds after I started to see what was in front of me, the online rumor mill began to spit in the ugliest ways. There were blatant lies. Violent threats. There were accusations of being a home-wrecker. The ones who said I’d left my ex because I suddenly realized I wanted to be with women—my partners have known what I’m into for as long as I have (so that’s not it, y’all, sorry!).

The idea that I left my marriage based on some hysterical rendezvous—that, to be crystal-clear, never happened—rather than having taken over a year to do the most soul crushing work of my life? Rather than realizing I had to be the most vulnerable I’ve ever been, on a public stage, despite being terrified to my core? It feels brutal. Just because I didn’t want to process my realizations in real time on social media and spell them out for the world doesn’t mean the journey wasn’t long and thoughtful and exhaustive.

It’s painful to be doing deep work and have it picked apart by clueless strangers. Everyone that matters to me knows what’s true and what isn’t. But even still there’s a part of me that’s a ferocious defender, who wants to correct the record piece by piece. But my better self, with her earned patience, has to sit back and ask, What’s the fucking point? For who? For internet trolls? No, thank you. I’ll spend my precious time doing things I love instead.

I don’t believe it’s my place to discuss details of Ashlyn’s circumstances or her children, but I will say that I am absolutely in awe of her relentless integrity. The way she prioritizes and centers her kids, not only in her life but in the core of her being, is breathtaking to behold. Falling in love with her has sutured some of my own childhood wounds, and made me so much closer to my own mother. Seeing Ashlyn choose to not simply survive, but thrive, for her babies has been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed a friend do. And now I get to love her. How lucky am I?

I sort of hate the notion of having to come out in 2024. But I’m deeply aware that we are having this conversation in a year when we’re seeing the most aggressive attacks on the LGBTQIA+ community in modern history. There were more than 500 anti-LGBTQIA+ bills proposed in state legislatures in 2023, so for that reason I want to give the act of coming out the respect and honor it deserves. I’ve experienced so much safety, respect, and love in the queer community, as an ally all of my life, that, as I came into myself, I already felt it was my home. I think I’ve always known that my sexuality exists on a spectrum. Right now I think the word that best defines it is queer. I can’t say it without smiling, actually. And that feels pretty great.

Would I have liked to make the public part of this journey a choice for myself, and not have it taken from my lips and set ablaze by gossip blogs and bottom-feeder online bots? Of course. I’m very aware, though, as we discuss bullying and harassment and being outed without consent—that I’m incredibly lucky this happened in my adulthood. I really love who I am, at this age and in this moment. I’m so lucky that my parents, having spent time with Ash over the holidays, said, “Well, this finally looks right.” I know it could have gone differently.

We’ve all learned about kids who have taken their own life after being outed or who have been killed simply for being who they are in a place or time that is threatened by their expressed joy. I am so lucky to be here, now. I have real joy. It took me 41 years to get here. And while I marvel at it, I will also make space for people’s pain. But I will not carry anyone’s projected shame. When I take stock of the last few years, I can tell you that I have never operated out of more integrity in my life. I hope that’s clear enough for everyone speculating out there, while being as gentle as I possibly can be.

After the news became public, my mom told me that one of her friends called her and said, “Well, this can’t be true. I mean, your daughter isn’t gay.” My mom felt that it was obvious, from the way her friend emphasized the word, that she meant it judgmentally. And you know what my mom said? “Oh honey, I think she’s pretty gay. And she’s happy.”

I finally feel like I can breathe. I don't think I can explain how profound that is. I feel like I was wearing a weighted vest for who knows how long. I hadn’t realized how heavy it was until I finally just put it down. This might sound crazy—but I think other people in trauma recovery will get it��I am taking deep breaths again. I can feel my legs and feet. I can feel my feet in my shoes right now. It makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time.

It is so, so scary to do the brave thing, to say, “I’m just not happy.” Especially if you’re in a partnership and you have to say it first. But if you do it, you get the chance to be happy. To find your joy. I turned 41 last summer, amid all of this, and I heard the words I was saying to my best friend as they came out of my mouth. “I feel like this is my first birthday,” I told her. This year was my very first birthday.

#sophia bush #her gf is an ass but I’d be hypocrite with any hateration #happy lesbian visibility week #coming out #the celesbians are restless

[atrirose]

∿ FIRST KISSES ft. enha

moonlight in a quite garden. that’s her beauty

synopsis : enhypen first kisses with you

warning : none just kisses. ✷ sfw fluff ?! m.list

seiu: idk if i did this justice but thanks for the request.

HESSEUNG 미소

he wasn’t the one to have unplanned confessions or kisses, he needs to make everything perfect so yeah your first kiss with him was in his kitchen, planned out by yours truly, he was cooking your favorite dish as he calls you “yn can you check if it’s good” and you go to check without know that the checking would be him kissing you “was it good?” he said winking. kisses with heeseung were slow and mellow.

JAY 너의

“you got cake on your lips” he said, you have been sitting in the cafe with your boyfriend, you have been dating for a week had suggested, it was for studying and you were doing just that or at least trying, it was impossible to study when you got this hot dude that is your boyfriend apparently staring at you like he is about to devour you “oh i’m sorry” before you could wipe it he was there kissing you, he smelled so nice, he was so gentle, a involuntary pout took over your face as he pulled away “you know yn, you can be at ease we are dating after all” and just like that your first kisses was gone, to the right person of course. kisses with jay were intimate.

JAKE 남친

it was an accident, just an accident, a stupid mistake “you look awful jake” he didn’t, he looked a love struck loser at the most “awfully kissed by my bestie” he said smiling. he asked for it, said your lipgloss looked so good, and before you could say thank you, he was already there kissing you, now you stood with him in the hall with no lipgloss on and his lip which were glossed “we should totally be kissing buddies” he said taking your hand as walked with him dumbfounded. did he like you? did you like him? should you wear the lip gloss more often?. kisses with jake were exciting.

SUNGHOON 바다

nothing could be done now huh? “so you don’t get pregnant if you kiss” your five year old sister asked your boyfriend he seems to be enjoying her questions a lot “no you don’t get pregnant with just kissing” he said chuckling to himself “so if you kissed her, she wouldn’t make me an aunt, because i was super scared so i told her not to kiss you” your sister said pointing at you and you just wanted to disappear “really? you said that, that’s why she hasn’t kissed me at all” sunghoon said with a fake pout that made your sister worried “oh no i didn’t mean that, don’t be sad, i will tell her to kiss you, let me go and get you some oreos” she said getting up and running to the pantry “so this is why you have been ignoring my kisses” he said as he pulled you in “no that’s not the reason! i was just you know awkward” he pulled you closer for a kiss, he smelled so good, like peaches and cream. “there is no need to be awkward i’m yours afterall” and just like that park sunghoon has once again made you melt into a puddle as he laughed “i brought cookies, sorry oreos are over” your sister came running “thank you” sunghoon said taking the cookies from her. thank god she came late. kisses with sunghoon were magical.

SUNOO 별

he looked so happy “it was just a kiss sunoo” and then suddenly a pout took over “it’s not just a kiss, it was yours as well as mine first kiss” he said shaking you as he explained this, “how do you know it’s my first kiss too” you said crossing your arms at your new boyfriend “i know that because no one would kiss you other than me ouch” you smacked his arms “i made sure you dated no one since the day we met” it’s been 5 years since you met in middle school “i made sure i was the first to confess, first kiss and your first husband” you smiled at his rambles, he is quite literally the biggest dork. kisses with sunoo were playful.

JUNGWON 꿀

the sun was out and hot, the ac in your best friend’s room blowing cold air, his hands on your hair. it was just so different, the way he kissed you, you always thought jungwon was your friend, someone you would introduce to your kids as their sassy uncle but here he was kissing you “i’m sorry i love you and if you do like someone else i still wanted to kiss you first and last time” he said pulling back and brushing your hair out of your face “if you really wanted to kiss me so bad you could have just said jungwon” you smiled laying on his shoulder, he didn’t need answers yet, you didn’t want to ask questions just yet. everything was perfect. kisses with jungwon were enchanting.

NIKI 그의

it was not something surprising, you both know that your glances on niki were different, you weren’t the same 10 year old bsf walking with hands intertwined. it was different, your palms in his hands were turning sweaty but he didn’t let go “so niki i want something—” niki held your hands tightly as if he was scared to let go “yn let me kiss you” there was this small moment before he lowered his head down, soft lips met yours, it wasn’t the best kiss ever but it made your stomach all mushy and your cheeks red “you suck at kissing” you said hitting him on his chest “i saw it in movies- it’s done like this, how would you know” he said hiding his face in his hoodie “yn we should never do that again” did you just get rejected before you confessed “because if we do i would fall heads over heels for that stupid smile you got on” he said taking your hands in his as he starts walking. kisses with niki were like new beginnings.

#enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #jake x reader #niki x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #jay x reader #heeseung x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo imagines #sunghoon imagines #park jay imagines #sim jake imagine #jungwon imagines #niki imagines #niki scenarios #jungwon scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #heeseung scenarios #enhypen #sunghoon scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen oneshots #sunghoon fluff #yang jungwon #niki fluff

[onelocket]

cuddles, please?

sick fyodor d. x sick reader

requested by -- sweet anon! (click here for more context)

involves -- domestic relationship, a touch starved gn reader, scenario held place in summer & possible russian mistakes ;_;

headcanons

you feel as if it was your fault sometimes

Because each one brings you a shock, honestly. How was Fyodor also sick with you? One day you just woke up to the sound of him quietly blowing his nose on a tissue, jolting yourself up to sit as you see him sat on the desk, head turned to you in surprise of your wake.

“I’m sorry, milaya. Did I wake you?”

“…Fyodor? Wait- why are you sick?!”

‘Why’ as if he wanted it in the first place. Your sad little face and teary eyes would make him a little startled at first—perhaps even a bit amused as the process went ahead, but eventually would he coo to you how he’s okay, and that it wasn’t your fault regardless if you had the fever first.

endless mutual worry and care

Now that you both were sick, it was kind of hard to balance out who should take over for who. But now, it’s as if the care rocks back and forth a little too quickly… yet who were you to complain? He didn’t seem to complain either.

“Really, (Name). I’ll be okay. I’ll make us a cup of tea, you sit there.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do all the work.” You frown out, peeking from his behind as he was already holding two cups. “Mm.. how about I make you your cup while you make mine? I promise to add your jam..” You deal out, a small smile copying his that eventually came out too.

“Want me to tell you a Russian bedtime story?”

Sometimes, when the nights were difficult to sleep through and boring since you still don’t get to hold Fyodor because of his ‘reasons’, you end up staying awake in these hours. He obviously realizes this, at first just watching you in hopes you’d close your eyes at it. But when you just can’t,

“Mm, (Name). Come closer.” He whispered, catching your attention.

“Yes, why?” You ask, although doing as told whilst you scoot closer, both of you on your sides as you look up at him curiously. “Will you finally give me a hug?”

He shook his head, but before you get to complain again—“I want to tell you a bedtime story. Would you like me to?” he strikes up the question, earning your excited nod.

Those nights end up easier to go through as you hear his lovely, addicting voice. You’d, albeit faint, sometimes hear him say ‘Я тебя люблю’ a lot during the ending of each story, sometimes even hear it add up with ‘так сильно’ after the ‘Я’, which made you really curious about what he actually said. Unbeknownst to you though, your lover was saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you so much’.

you’re too cute for him to resist.. sometimes…

Despite how you know Fyodor prefers to be warm, he actually denies your touch still, reasoning that “We’ll sweat together” or “I might cough on you”. Personally you saw these reasons unlikely of him, but instead of arguing, you improvised.

“Fyodor… I want to take a nap.” You whine out, placing your head carefully on his lap as he sits there leaning on the bed frame, gazing at the afternoon sky.

“Then nap,” He replied, tilting his head though still not facing you. “You want to sleep there, don’t you? Just this once, milaya.”

“Hehe, okay.”

You knew he knew your tricks, but if he lets you? You’ll take it all the way. It made him happy too, seeing you want him even if he already said for you to feel otherwise.

scenario

“(Name), you shouldn’t use your phone so often.” You hear whilst you do as digressed—finger scrolling through the endless sea of posts and rants your friends flocked your feed with.

Despite summer being this new opportunity for a big blank canvas to paint with vibrant and eye catchy colors, they’re instead using their time to click through letters upon letters and share rants about how they’d be doing better things right now like ‘making life more colorful’. What irony, huh?

Speaking of, what about you? Why were you scrolling through these rants? Well, you had your reasons. One of which was because of somebody’s state right now.

“I’ll be okay, Fyodor..” You whine out, rolling on your back as the soft mattress hugs it just right, you able to let out a quiet sound of satisfaction from it whilst you kept your hands on the phone.

It’s only been a few minutes since you even had your phone screen unlocked, so you found it quite irritating that he was already telling you to get off. “Meanwhile, I personally think that you stop worrying and get-” You’d trail, momentarily pausing when you hear Fyodor’s coughing interrupt you; “…more rest.” finishing with a sigh.

“Mm, and what does that make you, milaya?” He replied, slowly putting down his hand which was just covering his mouth a few seconds ago. “Aren’t you going to rest?”

“I don’t want to.” You pout, once again rolling against your stomach as you swing your feet up and down, your toes hitting the pillows. But you weren’t that petty to hit your lover, so you also slowed down a bit, turning your head back to him. “I can’t find my eyes sleeping.”

“That’s because you’re on your phone.” He points out with a small gesture, his own head tilting to the side before he sighed—“My.. come here.” patting the spot beside him whilst he carefully sat up. You wondered if you should play around a little with your boyfriend, but because he was sick, you denied the taunt.

So you press your palms on the bed sheets as you get yourself sat up, one hand moving to click your phone shut. You crawl back to Fyodor, pout softening to a normal gaze as you considered to hold him, but his body language didn’t seem to match the thought. Instead you sit beside him, hugging your knees a little.

“You’re upset with me, (Name). Isn’t that right?” He cooed, a finger delicately brushing strands of hair away from your face as your cheeks peach up, although react no further than that. “Why should I be?” You question, fingers finding themselves holding onto your kneecaps.

“Let’s see… because I keep refusing to hold you?” He immediately had a response to, a soft smile on his face. To the normal sight, Fyodor might even be seen as charming and such a gentleman for smiling like that for his lover, but to you—oh you knew… that his smile was definitely a taunting, teasing one.

You groaned at the knowledge, a frown coming back rather than a pout. “I don’t understand why not? We’re both sick.” You tampered, tapping onto the bedsheets like an impatient customer.

“That’s exactly why.” He replied almost in a fake surprised voice, putting his hand down as he picked up the bottle of sanitizer on the bedside table, spraying alcohol on the hand that he coughed on earlier before showing the bottle to indirectly ask if you want to do the same. You take it, mainly so that he can rub both of his hands together. But you also end up spraying a bit on your hands, plopping the bottle on the beside table on your side before facing him again.

“What do you mean ‘that’s exactly why’? I want to hug you, Fyodor. It doesn’t matter if you’re sweaty! Don’t you wanna warm up from the air conditioning?” You contrast, spreading your hands a little in desperate request for his hug. “You know it’s you who’s the main reason why I hug you, not just because of how it feels.” You even add, hoping it’d move his heart.

He quietly chuckles at your claim, which honestly boosted up your hopes… for a moment, until you see his gaze back to normal without even a hint of change in his answer. What- did he seriously just laugh at you because he takes pity on your desperation?

“O-or just forget it..” You scoff out, your arms crossing each other as you turn around, your stuffy nose deciding that now would be the great time to embarrass you as you sniffle, although try to hold it back just to appear more… oh, what even was the proper word?

You were just petty. And upset that you can’t hold your lover. “I don’t need your hug anymore.” You add whilst laying down, to which you wouldn’t know how it’d affect him as your back was turned to him.

He was quiet for a little bit—Fyodor resting on his elbow with a faint smile as he indulged a bit more into your reaction. You were always either so attractive or so cute to him, now being the latter as he moved his elbow away, lying down on his side with his body facing you.

You refused to initiate the talk again, although your arms would slowly fall back from crossing each other, pressing against the smooth mattress as you hum in delight.

At least the bedsheets felt nice. It was one of the more lighter coverings, one silkier and nice to the touch so it’d ease the both of you to sleep.

And it worked exactly as it’s purpose.

Before you and even Fyodor knew, he’d hear quiet snoring coming from you, your body’s tension gone and melted as the cold of your air conditioning eased the sweat off.

His smile fades, although face keeping a soft look on it while he thought, “I couldn’t even get to move yet… but you’re already sound asleep.” left to look at your beautiful hair and your back hinting your slow breathing.

But quickly would he grow sleepy of watching you, his eyes glancing at the door for a bit before they fall back to you.

He planned to go outside the bedroom to get a hot cup of tea, even more so excited earlier as he thought of sharing the sudden idea with you, but found himself discarding it.

“Tomorrow..” Fyodor tells himself, closing his lips as he moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as careful as possible without you waking up.

He’d close his eyes at your scent, his love for your smell never leaving even if the both of you were sick. At that moment, he had genuinely hated how his nose was stuffy as well—loathing it to disappear just so he can indulge more in you.

But him in your arms was enough. To see you asleep and peaceful kept him calm and satisfied.

Fyodor scoots closer so his head meets your shoulder, resting it there comfortably as he kept you warm. “Good night, (Name).” He hummed out, pressing a kiss on your shoulder before rubbing your skin softly with his thoughts lingering—“Get well soon for me. Because I’d rather see you feel better than see anything else right now.”

⚘

#krei headcanons #bsd dostoevsky #bsd imagines #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor imagines #bsd fyodor #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd #bsd x you #bsd x reader #fyodor fluff #fyodor x reader #fyodor headcanons #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor hcs #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x y/n

[gotham-daydreams]

Hey there! I love your work so so much! I check your blog every day and get excited for every new post, I think your ideas and your writing is just spectacular!! I have a quick question to ask if that's alright. I was wondering what the first aid kit in this part of Not Here was implying?

"Like an airsoft gun, some glass beakers, various ties, a pair of shades, a glasses frame, and a sewing kit next to a first-aid kit? Bruce didn't want to think about how the first-aid kit both looked used, and was empty."

Is Bruce upset in a "he wasn't there when the reader was hurt" way, a "how often did they get hurt" way, or is it something else?

Also, if I recall there are some hints/notes about the reader being hurt in fights before but the family never came to help or aid them, which would make sense if that was why it would be empty. Though it does make me wonder if that means they were handling it entirely on their own, did Alfred know/help or did the reader hide it?

I think my first thought about it was a bit darker (iykwim), but I didn't want to jump the gun and assume like that so that's why I've decided to ask (just thinking out of my own experiences with depression) I don't mean to be so dark on purpose though! And I think the other possibilities are more likely anyway.

All in all I'm just a bit curious since the physical hurt the reader has endured hasn't been too expanded upon yet (at least not as much as emotional hurt) and I want to know more about it, what's happened and such :)

That's all! I hope you have an amazing day! Please take care of yourself, you're the most important thing you have!! Peace!!

Hello!

As with a few other things, I really just left it up to interpretation! Since the med kit being empty can honestly mean all of those things- even Alfred persuading the reader to hide it in some way (but that most likely didn't happen, I'll say that much). Though some injuries will be mentioned later :]

After all, the reader did a lot of activities, and participated in various sports during their time in the manor, and basically crammed in everything they could into their schedule. One way or another, they're bound to get hurt. Since even if the sports and activities they've done don't hurt them, then just the sheer amount of stuff they do in a week most likely will.

Accidents are bound to happen, mistakes will be made, and that can lead to injuries one way or another. Maybe from the action of the mistake/accident itself, or from how the reader takes it, along with their own experiences away from all of those things. Like their situation at home, or things that happen to their friends.

I will say that Alfred has helped the reader with some of their injuries at this point, especially ones that were more serious and severe. Though he isn't aware of every single injury that the reader has had. Especially if they were smaller, or just easier to hide, but there have been moments where someone else outside of the manor would notice that the reader is injured instead. Which may or may not lead to a hospital visit, and such records may or may not be mentioned later.

As for Bruce and how he thinks/feels when he first sees the kit? I'll be honest, it's a mix of what you said and some other stuff.

I mean, you come into your kid's room, and not only are they gone, but you're basically shown that they lived their whole life without you through the achievements they've earned. So when you look for them and find that used, empty med-kit? You start to think about what the walls don't show. To think about the journey your kid went through to get to those points, where they were earning awards for the things they did. Bruce was anyway, and I suppose that, just something as small as the med-kit, was already causing him to think about that a little too much.

After seeing the med-kit, the fact that awards only show the end of one's journey to get that particular achievement, won't stop nagging at Bruce. He thinks of the possible hardships you've had to face, and what on God's green Earth has caused you to not only have a med-kit in your room, and hidden away, but also have it be used and empty.

It makes him wonder if it was the only kit you've used, or one of many. And as much as he doesn't want to think about it, the ladder makes sense seeing everything you've participated in, and just how messy you're schedule must've been from running around, and trying to do everything to the point where you got an award for it.

He knows accidents can happen, and where mistakes can lead someone. So just as he's about to think about it- he pulls away. Deciding that now isn't the best time to wonder about something like that, so he refocuses himself.

Though for that brief moment, he does wonder about how often the reader has gotten hurt, along with that fact that he was never there- but also never even knew about it. The possibility never crossed his mind until now, and like the awards and medals on the walls, he's only seeing the end result. The med-kit being used, empty, and possibility one of many you've gone through.

And he saw none of it. Wasn't even aware of any injuries you've had in the past or present, until he started searching for you.

Instead, he finds out through a small little kit, that was tucked away to the far end of a closet, as if trying to hide itself. It tries to pull him in with it's implications, but he pulls away before much can be done, before he can think of it anymore. Before he can realize that Alfred hasn't told him much about injuries the reader has gotten. How that could imply that the reader hid them, and took care of their injuries instead. Which would then bring on a whole new kind of worry, regret, and panic to Bruce.

The thought would eat him alive if he hadn't pulled away. He knows that much.

So generally, it's a mixed bag! The med-kit alone makes Bruce wonder about what you mentioned, along with how he wasn't told that the reader got hurt, and what that could mean.

How the reader has gotten hurt is left up to interpretation, but certain injuries they've gotten in the past from certain things will be mentioned- however! If anything happened inbetween such events, or beyond what is mentioned, is up to you! :]

Alfred has helped the reader with their injuries before, but isn't aware of every injury they've gotten. Though, that sometimes did lead to other people outside of the Manor noticing instead, which may or may not have landed the reader in the hospital sometimes. Which also may or may not mean that the reader has a record of some injuries they've had in the past.

Though, yeah! The med-kit was implying that the reader has indeed gotten hurt before and such. :]

I hope this answered your question!

#talking daydreams #yandere batfam #platonic yandere batfam #sibling reader #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne

[another-lost-mc]

Thinking about it, in a world with an otaku!MC the brothers are kind of obligated to be nicer to Levi bc any insults towards him would be dragging MC down with him..

A/N: Oooooh. I wrote Player Two which is the brothers basically treating Levi and MC the same (as geeky weirdos) but MC doesn't really care because Levi's the best friend they've always wanted. Thinking about the reverse of that situation is interesting in its own way too.

LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader, 0.6k words, SFW.

Content warnings: some cursing and jealousy.

It started with a pack of candy. Beel picked it up at one of the Devildom shops known for importing human world sweets. You've talked about the brand and he thought he'd surprise you. He would've given it to you in private, but Levi was glued to your hip more often than not these days. He found both of you in your bedroom playing Super Smash Devils.

"Oh...you meant this was for both of us, right?" you asked, glancing between the pack of candy and Levi guiltily.

Beel fumbled through a lie to cover up his mistake and rushed from the room. He makes a note for next time so he remembers to buy three boxes instead of two (one for you, one for Levi, and one for himself).

After he left, you took a piece for yourself and handed Levi the box. You hummed happily around the coated end of your stick candy while you turned back to the screen to select your character for the new match.

Maybe you bought Beel's flimsy excuse earlier, but Levi didn't. Things have been strange with his family lately, but you seem ignorant about the changing family dynamics going on around you.

The other siblings don't tease Levi anymore when he talks about a game he bought or some random gacha toy he managed to get, because you're excited about it too. They don't want to hurt your feelings, so they try to keep their opinions to themselves.

Some of them, like Beel or Mammon, make an effort to surprise you with little gifts: capsules from a gacha machine in downtown Devildom, overpriced knock-off plushies of anime characters at the ghost carnival passing through. Satan surprises you with manga off your Akuzon wish list, and Asmo paints your nails while you watch anime together in your room.

From Levi's perspective, their sudden change of heart about his dorky hobbies is a double-edged sword.

He's happy that they're accepting of you now. When you first arrived, they initially treated you like a weird outcast—the way they used to treat him. You're not as introverted as he is, and they're making an effort to include you both in activities you might actually enjoy.

But on the other hand, part of him wishes they would just fuck off. You're perfect. He knows you've charmed them as much as you've charmed him, but he was your friend first. He thought he was going to be able to keep you all to himself. He knew from the first time you stepped into his room that you were the real-life Henry he's always wanted. He's the one that should be buying you gifts so he can hoard your praise for himself. You should be spending time in his room, or inviting him to yours, if you want to watch anime.

Why are you even giving them a chance? They don't deserve it. They were too stupid to realize how special you were. Don't you realize they're only tolerating the things you love so they can be close to you?

He tries to hide his growing jealousy, but it gets harder as time passes and his brothers keep finding new ways to insert themselves into your hobbies.

You notice Levi's foul mood sometimes when he can't contain the bitterness that laces his voice or the irritation in his glances. He gives you an excuse so you don't worry about him; he doesn't want to taint you with the bitter venom coursing through his veins.

You're finally happy living in the Devildom now that his family seems more accepting of you—of both of you.

He's furious that their acceptance means having to share you with anyone else.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #omswd x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #leviathan x reader #obey me levi x mc #leviathan x mc #obey me levi x you #leviathan x you #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #x reader #gn!reader #jes.replies

[likeahorribledream]

Eeeeeee! I’m excited for this short stories series!!!

Could you please do: Ransom Drysdale (you know I love how you write him! 😉), mob universe, with this prompt “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

Please and thank you!!!

I love me some mob ransom 😍

Word count: 1.4K

TW: None

As always, written on my phone and reading my own stuff makes me cringe so I apologize for any and all mistakes as this is unedited!

When you were younger, it always made you laugh when adults used the term “honeymoon phase” to describe a certain time in their relationship. Especially when those people weren’t married or even in a relationship. To you a honeymoon has always been the vacation you take after getting married, and that was it. As you grew older of course people explained to you what the term really meant in the way that they were using it.

“Sometimes it’s a few weeks, a few months or a few years and if you’re really lucky it could last for the entire relationship. A period of time where everything is great, both people are happy and in love, and life is just good.” You remember your aunt telling you this after your first heartbreak. “Why does it have to end?” You had asked her, not understanding why couples wouldn’t want to stay in the honeymoon phase. “Life gets in the way, reality sets in and things change.” She had simply answered.

This conversation plays back in your head every time you start a new relationship. Which wasn’t often, you were quite picky and what you wanted was to be with someone with whom the honeymoon phase never really ends. That’s what true love meant to you.

As your aunt taught you it wasn’t rare for life to get in the way, for reality to set in and for things to change, but you were always ok. If it ended, then it wasn’t meant to be. You didn’t have a lot of relationships, but you loved going out on dates. You loved meeting new people and getting to know all the little fun facts about them. No matter how the dates went you always ended up learning something new about yourself, and about other people, and you never regretted any of them.

That is until you accepted to go on your first blind date. Usually you want to get to know the person a little by exchanging messages before meeting them face-to-face, but this one time one of your coworkers at work said she knew a sweet guy who was also dating for the long run. Her boyfriend’s coworker. Normally you wouldn’t have said yes, but you liked your coworker and you’ve met her boyfriend a few times, and he was sweet too.

It added to the confusion as to how you ended up in a nice restaurant with the sleaziest man you’ve ever met. All of his comments were innuendos and the way he looked at you made your skin crawl. You just didn’t know if he acted this way because he was nervous or that’s just how he was. Whatever the reason, you were beyond uncomfortable and you wanted to leave.

You eyed nervously around, just hoping that an opportunity was going to present itself soon so that you could leave without hurting his feelings too much. It finally came in the way of a tall, broad blonde who stepped up to your table. He was very clearly a sharp dresser, all of his accessories were chosen with purpose and you could see some ink peeking from under his sleeves and collar. You had no idea who he was, but he was already your best friend.

You’re guessing your date knew who the blonde was because as soon as they made eye contact, your date became paler than a ghost. Everything happened so fast after that: your date was gone with the threat of security throwing him out on his ass if he didn’t get out on his own, the blonde invited you to his table for a complimentary dessert, that’s how you found out he owned the restaurant, and before you knew it it was way past midnight and you had been talking for hours with the man. His name was Hugh Drysdale, but he insisted you call him Ransom.

As the true gentleman and savior that he was, Ransom drove you back to your apartment complex. Well, his chauffeur did but Ransom came along.

His chauffeur would pick you up at exactly the same spot a few nights later, Ransom opening the backseat’s door for you so that you could go on your first official date together. It took about a month of you dating him to find out, from one of your coworkers, that Ransom wasn’t only a restaurant owner but also a part of one of the biggest mob families on the east side.

Not that you cared. You didn’t judge him for the way he was brought up, as far as you were concerned he was a good man. He never showed you once that he couldn’t be trusted, that’s all that mattered to you.

It really didn’t take long before the two of you became inseparable, you were spending more time at his mansion than you did at your apartment. You only went from time to time to get more clothes and pick up your mail, otherwise you only left the mansion to go to work.

It was all going perfectly, until Ransom’s grandfather died and that his father got arrested for murdering him. Suddenly Ransom found himself at the head of the table, and everything started going downhill from there.

Ransom was beyond stressed, and you could easily understand why. There wasn’t much you could do for him, aside from offering him your help and your support if he needed it. As an ER nurse, you had seen your fair share of family drama and tragedy but never to this extent. You couldn’t blame him for closing himself off to you, although you really wished he would let you in so that you could take some of that pain on yourself and make it easier for him to get through the day.

At first you were really understanding, that was until his attitude changed towards you. He wasn’t the man who you met at the restaurant months ago, and you’re not sure you like the version of Ransom you’re beginning to discover. You’d love to talk to him about it, but he’s always in his office in the basement with his men until he leaves the mansion all together or he finally joins you in bed late at night.

You wanted to talk to him about it, so you asked for a special date night. Nothing fancy, just dinner together at the table so you could take a moment and actually talk to each other. Though he had promised to you that he was going to be there, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t show up until hours after you were supposed to meet. You finally had enough, and you went back to Ransom’s room to pack a bag.

“What’s going on?” Ransom asked as he walked into his room, looking exhausted and disheveled.

“You’re late.” You simply said as you finally ended packing, not even looking up at him.

“What do you mean I’m late?” He frowned, not understanding. It hit him after a few seconds. “Fuck, kitten. I’m sorry, I forgot and I had things to do. You know how busy I am.” He loosened up his tie and toed off his shoes.

“Oh, believe me I know.” You said in a cold tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

“You’re so busy, I don’t even matter anymore.” You grabbed your bag and stared him down.

“Oh fuck, don’t start.” He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, this conversation was already giving him a migraine. “I have enough shit to deal with during the day, I don’t need your drama at night.”

“I’ve been telling you for weeks to lean on me, to talk to me so that I can help you but no. It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me! Until you need to blow off steam; then you suddenly remember I exist and you spend the little time I have with you telling me off on all the things I’ve been doing wrong.” You walked past him and grabbed your jacket that was by the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” Ransom felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster: he was tired, then annoyed, then he felt guilty and finally he was panicking.

“I’m going home.” You simply answered as you stepped outside his bedroom.

“You are home.” He quickly answered, following you.

“This isn’t my home anymore. I’m done.” You told him without looking back, you felt you might give in to him if you saw the look in his eyes. You hurried out of the mansion and to your car, ignoring Ransom as he called after you.

The honeymoon phase was over, and so was the relationship you thought was going to be forever.

#ransom Drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female!reader #mob!ransom drysdale x reader #mob!ransom drysdale x female!reader #knives out fanfiction #knives out #mob AU #Hugh drysdale #Hugh ransom drysdale #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader

[xx-kitsune-xx]

A Clean Slate - Diluc x Reader

Since his father’s death, Diluc has felt an overwhelming loneliness. He stood alone, in a world where a few words on the wrist determined the future of most people, gazing at his own wrist.

In a place where the first words his soulmate say to him should have been, only clear skin was visible. No words. Not even a single mole. When he was younger, he and his brother tried everything to make the words appear. From scrubbing the skin to writing their own words on it. Sometimes they spent nights, hidden under the duvet – so their father wouldn’t catch them staying past their bed time – and came up with new ways to make the words appear.

As he grew older, however, Diluc came to terms with the fact that no one in the world was meant for him. No other half to come to. And whether it was a cruel joke that Celestia pulled on him or a mistake of some kind, he accepted it. He didn’t need a soulmate, or at least that’s what he has been trying to tell himself (and everyone else that had the opportunity to learn about hid ‘situation’). It was better this way. For him and whoever had the misfortune to be his other half.  Diluc was fire, that destroyed everything around him and left ash alone. Lack of a soulmate saved at least one innocent person from that fate.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a quiet bell, signifying the arrival of customers. The hour was early and almost no one usually showed up at this time, but today was supposed to be different and leave him no peace and quiet. He put down the glass which he previously polished.

„What can I…” his smile disappeared when Kaeya appeared in the doorway. He already knew any good mood he had will be gone in seconds. “Ah, is it not a bit too early for you to get drunk? Or have the knights shed any remnants of decency.”

“I missed you too, Diluc” Kaeya answered, waving his hand “But I’m not here to drink. Unless my new friend here wishes it” as he said it, Diluc could se a stranger coming through the door after him. Kaeya put his hand on her shoulder.

Diluc felt his blood boil when he touched her. He shook his head, trying to hide this unusual reaction as a scoff. He wasn’t interested with who or how Kaeya spend his free time – which he apparently had a lot, considering how often he was visiting Angel’s Share. The thing was, he didn’t need his flirting brother right in front of his face.

The stranger looked at him then at Kaeya, too uncertain to speak. Diluc felt a little sorry for her. He could only guess what Kaeya had told her on the way here. Judging by her attire, the girl wasn’t from around here, and Diluc worried that his former companion might not have the purest intentions towards her clueless and perhaps naive soul.

„Don’t let him fool you. He’s quite charming when it comes to girls. You can always find shelter here.” He felt a little bad after the warning. Not because it was a lie – Kaeya had a way of wooing girls and it was known all around Mondstadt – but because of he reaction. She looked quite shocked. Scared maybe?

No it wasn’t fear behind her beautiful eyes. It was something more. Surprise, mixed with excitement. In silence, she took a step back and quickly looked back at Kaeya. Diluc watched as she started moving her hands, signing to him something the redhead had no way of understanding.

“You could say that I… had a hunch” Kaeya said, when she finished. “Why don’t you show him, hm?”

To say that Diluc was lost was an understatement. His head was pure chaos as he tried to understand what was happening. Or rather trying not to overthink this situation. And then in this chaos was this woman. This beautiful woman, rolling up her sleeves, to show Diluc her wrist.

Don’t let him fool you. He’s quite charming when it comes to girls. You can always find shelter here.

And everything became quiet for a moment, before his brain could process what she was showing him. After a few seconds his brain was even more chaos and questions he wanted to ask. And then, there came the fear.

It was impossible. Years and years of telling himself love was never meant for him, that he deserved that fate and he would only hurt people if they got close to him… There she was, showing him that he was all wrong and the universe didn’t pull a prank on him.

Suddenly everything clicked. The blank wrist and hand gestures. It was so painfully obvious it almost made him feel embarrassed, for never thinking about it.

“You have to excuse by brother, he doesn’t have a lot of experience when it comes to talking to women. Well, talking to anyone really, if you ask me. But what I believe he will say, once he recovers from the initial shock is something along the lines of ‘you exist?? Please let’s get married’ “ Kaeya tried to lighten up the mood. Only then Diluc understood he was silent for too long.

“Please excuse my inappropriate behavior” Diluc said, finally being able to mute the chaos inside his head. “I’m Diluc Ragnvindr, it’s a pleasure to meet you” With all his soul, he tried not to act nervous, but he had a feeling the tremble in his voice betrayed him.

There was a long way ahead of you. Probably not as easy as for some other soulmates. But right now, Diluc was sure you two were going to make it work. As long as you were together. 

#diluc #diluc x reader #soulmates #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fluff with a liiiittle bit of angst #happy ending

[kikyan]

Yandere Heartslabyul Headcanons

TW: Dark content up ahead!! Yandere headcanons means yandere content y’all! Mentions of abuse and violent acts either towards the reader or the character!! Mental instability, gaslighting, manipulation, etc. This is your TW please proceed with caution!!

BANNER MADE BY @herestrish DONT STEAL YOU FUCKERS MY BFF WORKED HARD ON THEM

DISCLAIMER:

These are my interpretations of his/her/their persona and none of these is 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such! Underage characters will ONLY be given SFW headcanons, please respect this decision!

Riddle Rosenhearts

I want to try a different headcanon format, so this may get messy. I’ll start with another disclaimer, again my personal interpretation and this ISN’T canon, so don’t come after me, anyways let’s head on to his rating and his common traits. Riddle is a solid 6/10 because of his mommy issues but because of how strict he is. Common characteristics include, over-protective, obsessive, clingy, and possessive. Let’s break it down!

Riddle is a strict character; he was raised to be a perfect role model by his mother, which meant having to give up his childhood. While he strives to make up for the damages and live his teenage years peacefully, it’s hard to break out of a routine. He’s obsessive. He monitors and observes your behavior, writes down your reactions, your likes and dislikes, who you’re hanging out with and any information you can offer, he knows. It’s more to get a feel for your character, who you are and how to react. He’ll know what tea you like and he’d serve it when he invites you to his tea parties, offers to tutor you when you fail an exam from a class you don’t share, and more. At first it’s nothing extreme, just normal conversation and small things that make your heart swoon!

Over-protective and possessive, they kinda go together with him. You’re new to this world and he knows that others aren’t so kind. He trusts Ace and Deuce, but he can’t trust the others not with a task this great! “Word of advice, they belong to a bad crowd, you shouldn’t associate yourself with them if you want a quiet life here, [Reader]”. Are you going to scoff and not listen to Riddle’s warning? Absolute;ly not! He’s housewarden for a reason and sure he’s uptight, but he doesn’t mean any harm and he’s just looking out for you! Riddle wants you to be successful and gleam in well deserved praise and attention, the type to push you a bit to study and participate while lightly scolding your wrongdoings and correcting your mistakes.

He’s not a concrete pillar though, he can be broken down so it’s only around you and maybe Trey where he reveals his real emotions. He may not look it, but he gets excited when you remember what he likes, when his birthday is, and small quirks he has. He really does appreciate being treated like an equal and being doted on, it’s a nice feeling. After being there for someone in more ways than one it’s nice to be treated the same (I know the feeling, I’m the mom friend-). Since you’re the only few he’s comfortable with, he’d want your attention on him. He wants you to notice when he’s feeling down, he wants you to praise him, he wants you to see him. He can be clingy, often making up tasks for you to help or to keep your attention away from others.

He doesn’t seem too extreme, but he’ll be mentally exhausting. Let’s say he manages to be with you, after all that fighting, crying, screaming, arguments, he breaks down. He won’t snap and resort to physical violence, no he’ll just break down crying. Why don’t you see what he’s doing for you? You’re his best friend, he loves you, he doesn't want to fight! Sorry to say but he gives me the “you don’t love me I’m going to fucking hurt myself!” vibe, if pushed to those limits you know. After everything he’s been through won’t you give him another chance? Maybe see it from his perspective?

Trey Clover

Trey is an 8/10 on my scale and before you all go, “Woah that’s way too high” lemme explain. The main characteristics are manipulative, overprotective, and possessive. Given Riddle’s backstory and how Trey and Chenya played a role in it, I know that Trey really cares for him but it’s tiring. He’s the mom friend and as someone who is the mom friend, it’s hard to be that person you’ve presented yourself as without hurting someone. Everyone turns to Trey if they need help, all the kids who are upset with Riddle’s ruling turned to him for comfort, and even seek his guidance. He has an older brother vibe to him and he hates it. Good old caring and reliable Trey, he can’t be truthful and has to keep the nice guy facade up, he can’t just blurt and say “it’s your fault” or “well what did you expect when you’re so stupid”.

He’s overprotective. He cares for you, will bake you sweets, and accommodate to your liking. Walk you to class, pick you up, help tutor you, and assist you in your tasks/needs! He’s such a good, reliable friend. Is that all he is to you? He’s tired of it, really! While he means well and your safety is his number one concern, he can’t help but notice that you’ve been so ungrateful as of late! Sick of the, “You’re like a brother to me!” and “Trey? Oh yeah, he’s my best friend!” With that behavior he rather just let you fall, let you fail, and let you starve.

Possessive. Trey sees you as his and guess what, you are! He’s always by your side scolding you and helping you, of course people are going to get the right idea and think you’re dating. It hurts him really when you deny all these claims and brush him off as anything but your partner. His hand is always on you, he’s always grabbing your hand and kissing your forehead but these are just gentle familial touches right? Cater sees his frustration but he doesn’t really care, it’s what he deserves mr “yeah, you and me are tight, but Riddle and me are tighter”.

Manipulative. Honest to God, he’d gaslight the fuck out of you. Lying to you non-stop, sreading rumors, making you feel so dumb. Straight up he’s mean, because he’s tired. He’s tired of the sugarcoating, the “no you’re okay, here I’ll help!”. He’s a ticking time bomb, he’s waiting to just shout “that’s common sense why don’t you know that?” Spreading rumors, “yeah they belong to a bad crowd, better avoid them!” oh actually. . .”did you know they said this about you?” Lying non-stop to make you feel bad, “Oh, Professor Trein actually said the report was due yesterday, you’re so forgetful, [Reader].” or “The recipe never called for that, what would you do without me, [Reader]!”. You become so dependent on Trey, you can’t even think for yourself. It all went according to plan.

You know that trope where the unusually calm person is only calm because they manage to release their stress from committing some violent crimes? I think that fits Trey. Which is why I say he'd be a sadistic yandere. He loves to see you cry, to see you beg for him! Even after seeing the real him you’re so stupid and helpless you crawl back to your attacker because you don’t know how to help yourself. He loves the thrill, the thought that you trust someone so willingly only to risk finding out that they’re the ones who hurt you! I think that he's not above permanently scarring you or hurting you. Yeah he’s tired of being the one who always helps, the one who everyone can turn to because it’s far too much for him! So be a good darling and go along with what he says! Be so submissive and willingly, don’t try to escape because it won’t end pretty. Second chances are hard to get and you can bet your ass that the punishment for slipping up is quite costly!

Cater Diamond

Cater is a 10/10, he’s not at all stable babes RUN! Why do I say this? Hear my ass out, please! The main characteristics are sadistic, manipulative, clingy, and obsessive.

Starting off strong and basic, social media is what many people have. Bet your ass he’s your first contact on your phone, the first one who added you on the social media platform, and he’s checking that shit. Anything, any information that could have been leaked by friends, other followers, etc. You like a post from a favorite artist? Omg, he likes them too! What a coincidence, not like he planned that or anything. He’s the type to follow you around, maybe even talking to some classmates about you. Most definitely take pictures of you and hang them across his room, sure he has those nice cute ones that he took at the photo booth with you! He also has photos from when you fell asleep on his shoulder during a study session, photos of you eating at your dorm, in class, and asleep. Those are hidden from wandering eyes of course! Maybe he has a secret stash of other photos, who knows?

From what I gathered from his backstory, he’s just like me fr. He’s a people pleaser and it’s gotten so bad to the point he adapts to others and caters to their needs rather than his own. Since he’s always changing to please others, he doesn’t have a personality of his own. I wanted to say that he wants to be his true self around his S/O but how could he be if he doesn’t even know which one is the real him? This is where we start going downhill fast asf. Clingy. He’s the other woman, not just with the Trey situation but he tries so hard to be what others expect of him and he’s not even that well-loved in his community. He’s just a funny, lazy upperclassman who probably needs help studying because he’s always on that damn phone! Not you though, you see through that quickly. His smiles are practiced, his words are smooth and cunning and he can get what he wants with his social skills. He’s super reliable and has so much potential that others see him as, which is why he’s so manipulative.

Cater brushes off comments with a joke, he’s praised in areas he excels and laughed in the one’s he doesn’t do the best in, you wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s just an empty shell. His S/O is wrapped around his finger, sure he’s a sweet boy who would take pics with you, proudly flaunt you out in public as HIS, offer to help you study, and take you on sweet dates. You have long and meaningful talks and he gives out the best advice. He’s always there to lend an ear and a helping hand! So what’s the issue? He sounds amazing so why am I rating him so high? Now I know this isn’t a usual headcanon that I tend to give out, but I feel as if Cater is mentally unstable, bipolar if you will. He doesn’t know the real him, some part of him wants to cherish you and be a super sweet photogenic couple and the other side of him wants to keep you hidden and locked up. He wants to console you, but another Cater wants to hurt you. See those cute expressions you make when you’re in pain. It’s like whiplash, he’s a ticking time bomb that is so unpredictable. When he sees what he’s done, he’s in a state of pain. Apologies are being screamed at, he’s so sorry you don’t deserve this and he doesn’t deserve you but please don’t leave him it won’t happen again, you understand right? Better keep your guard up because who knows, what if this Cater isn’t the one you know and it’s one you should fear? What if the Cater you love doesn't manage to snap out of it in time? You know what he says, “Cay Cay’s gonna slay slay”.

Deuce Spade

He’s not too bad, Deuce is around a 5 or 6/10, he’s better than all the other ones here. He has the usual characteristics, protective and possessive. Those are his main points, he’s not a bad guy he just has his moment you know? Starting off, Deuce is someone who unlike the others, knows he’s not perfect but makes an attempt to get better. His mom was a single mother and he helped her with chores and fixing things here and there, taking the role of man of the house. Good thing is that he didn’t pick up some toxic masculinity trait! He’s protective alright, someone is picking on you? Call Deuce right up and he’s there! Ready to defend your honor. Do you need a favor? He might not be the best but he’ll try his best!

His hard work was never reflected with the end results, so I feel as if he was a burnout kid young you know? What's the point in trying if the results are the same? With that being said, I feel like he couldn’t come to terms with the results and so he started acting out to give a reason to his behavior. He tries hard every day, surely his bad grades are from him skipping, not because he’s a slow learner right? After what he heard his mom say he wanted to clean his act up and so far, though he’s not perfect and has outburst sometimes, he’s a great person where it counts. That’s what matters :))

He’s possessive, though I see him as the type to get quiet and flustered when he’s with his S/O, he’d care for them. You never gave up on him, treated him the same and were there for him every step of the way, [Reader] you’re going to get treated like royalty for sure with him! Everyone knows that change doesn’t happen automatically, so while he doesn’t mean to get violent with you, he can get a bit rough. Sometimes his hold on you is too tight to the point where your wrist begins to hurt. Maybe his hug can get a bit too rib crunching, he’s just so scared of losing his only love, aside from his mother of course!

He may be too over controlling, he’ll see any slight disturbance as an attack against his life, his S/O, and his relationship. This is when Deuce goes back to his roots, he goes back to getting into fights and leaving the other party black and blue. You’re staring in shock, Deuce is covered in blood and his own wounds that don’t come close to rival those on the receiving end. When he looks at you with those crazed blood-lust filled eyes, you can help but flinch a little and that’s when he comes back. Surely, you’re not scared of him, right? You know he’ll never hurt you, right? Of course you do! So tell him [Reader], why are you rejecting his love for you?

Ace Trapoola

Ace is a 7/10 no questions asked, he’s better than most but he’s stepping into that dark side fast. The thing with Ace is that he’s honest. Not using the “I’m just honest” disguise to be mean. He really is honest, he says what he means and what he thinks at the moment regardless of the consequences. I thought he was a badass when Trey was telling them Riddle’s story and asked them to be understanding. Ace told Trey heads up, “So it’s your fault.” When I tell you I was SHOOK. Ace was right of course but it was so unexpected of him to say! Regardless, he’s mean. He’s not trying to be (not yet anyways), he’s just honest! Manipulative, possessive, overprotective.

Aside from telling the truth as straightforwardly as possible, ironically he’s a good liar when it benefits him. Filler content aside, let’s bffr. He’s the type to bully/tease his S/O because he thinks their reactions are oh so cute! I like the idea that Ace was your first best friend and nothing says true friendship like hating each other in the beginning, enemies to lovers fr. The teasing can be something light like laughing at you when you say the wrong answer during a lecture, “You can be serious? C’mon the answer is so easy, you’re so stupid!” It can escalate to something more extreme like laughing at your outfit, “Seriously, you’re wearing that to a study session? You want to fuck your partner or something?” When he’s jealous, he gets worse. Yeah his honesty was a bit harsh, but now he’s just plain old mean.

Possessive. You’re HIS best friend. You’re HIS s/o!! Would he really skip out on class just to hang out with you? Don’t be silly, yeah you’re fun but he’s got way better things he could be doing right now (no he doesn’t). He’s so much more than what he presents himself as, just look at him damn it! He’s not the best friend who stands on the sidelines, he’s the best friend who turned into your boyfriend.

Most of all, he’s manipulative. I’ve placed a TW at the top but here is another. Ace is the type of person who is not above lying and paying people off to mess with you so you crawl back to him. He’d pay people to bully you, call you mean names, make you feel like shit, maybe even physically harm you. Sometimes he swoops in and plays hero, just so he can rub it in as a “see you need me!” Sometimes, he doesn’t show up but watches from the sidelines to see you cry and beg for them to stop hitting you, because he enjoys how after the whole situation he’s the first person you turn to. He wants to be your number one, [Reader]. Doesn’t matter how low he needs to go, you’ll see how all you need is Ace.

The type to gaslight you and make it seem like you’re the one with the problem. The type to bring you to your lowest point, but while you hate him and want your space, he’s the first person you run back to. He’d be the type of person to bring your self esteem so low, but remind you that while yeah you’re a shitty person, he’s the only one who’d want you. Sad thing is, he’d put on such a convincing performance you’d believe him. Who would love you other than Ace? Nobody. Ace is all you have. That’s how he likes it.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere twst #yandere headcannons #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle x reader #yandere trey x reader #yandere trey clover #yandere cater x reader #yandere cater diamond #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce x reader #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace x reader #yandere heartslabyul #twst wonderland #tw: yandere

[gretavangroupie]

Bloom

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: None for now ;)

Chapter One

“She blooms wild and burns bright” - Butterflies Rising

Chapter Two

It had officially been three weeks since you moved to Nashville. Your best friend Amelia had finally convinced you to move in and be her roommate after many months of trying. 

You visited her quite a bit as it was and figured you are still young and since you work remotely you had nothing to lose. It was the first time you had lived away from your family and that scared you, but in good way. You would have to learn to rely only on yourself knowing that there was no one coming to your rescue. Well other than Amelia. 

Amelia had been your best friend since the 3rd grade. She was the fun and free spirit to your quiet, homebody. She was the sun to your moon. Vastly different but bonded through life. 

Amelia not only had a different personality than you did, she was also more attractive than you, or so you and every boy in high school always thought. She was the one with the gorgeous boyfriends while you were always the one in the background. You didn’t mind though. You learned from her. Mistakes and successes, and knew what to look out for. 

Amelia had spent much of this past year single, enjoying her new life in Nashville. You wished you could contain even an ounce of her carefree and outgoing spirit. Part of you thinks that it’s why you finally decided to move to Nashville. 

She had always called you “penny girl” because in third grade you found a penny on the playground and gave it to her. From then on you became best friends. She called you Pen so often that sometimes you weren’t even sure if she remembered your actual name.

You hear the apartment door unlock, and realize she is home from work. It’s around 5:40, and you know she gets off right at 5:00 but Nashville traffic can be rough to say the least. 

“Pen? Are you here?” Amelia said almost yelling.

“Hey! Im in here, as usual…” you replied trying to match her tone. 

You spent a lot of time in the third bedroom which you had both decided to turn into a home office for you. Working from home was really nice, but you also felt a bit isolated. It was hard for you to make friends this way, but you figured Amelia’s friends would just become yours too.

A few seconds later she flitters into the room.

“Hey Penny girl how was your day? Traffic was a nightmare.” She said running her two sentences together, almost incoherently.

“Same as usual, too much work, not enough day.” You replied dully.

“Well, what do you say we make something good for dinner and then play on Raya all night?” She asks.

“Raya?” You reply.

“Uh, yeah? The dating app? It’s the one for creatives and influencers. You kind of have to have a big following to be invited to use it. I only have it because of my work social media account. It’s invite only so it kind of weeds out the weirdos. It’s so much fun to look through all the gorgeous men around us.” she says smiling questionably.

Nashville is definitely a hotspot as far as single, beautiful men go.

“Are you looking for a boyfriend? I thought you were enjoying the single life!” you said with air quotes.

“Ugh pen don’t be a party pooper” she said with an eye roll.

“Okay, okay, I’m not. Let’s do it.”

“Yay! I am so excited! Maybe we will even find you a man!” She said excitedly.

“Oh! No, Amelia, I just moved here, I need to settle in still!” You replied, frowning at her.

“We’ll see” she said with a smirk.

It was just past 9 o’clock, we made a delicious dinner and had polished off a bottle of red wine that she had bought for me when I moved in, to celebrate our new adult lives in Nashville.

We were perched on the couch sitting right next to each other. She had her phone in her hands, holding it right between us, and we were swiping left and right on Raya.”

Of course, half of the men she swiped right on were a match already. You both laughed out loud every single time she had a match and made up imaginary scenarios on how the guy would inevitably say or do something that would make you wish you had never swiped right in the first place. 

You of course knew a gorgeous man when you saw one, but you weren’t into the overtly masculine types that she was into. After reading a few of the profiles out you realized that a majority of these men were aspiring musicians trying to make a name for themselves in Nashville. 

She saw the look on your face when you made the realization.

“They are all like that babe. Every one of them. My advice? Stay away. They are all trouble.” She warned.

“Oh, they aren’t really my type. I don’t think I could ever date someone like that, you know?” You say, looking at her.

She turns up the corner of her mouth, “you never know Pen… you need to make yourself a profile! Oh! Can we, can we please?!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t know Amelia…I don’t have a big following or an invite..” you say with eyes begging her to drop it.

“I can send 1 invite a year! I pick now, and once you swipe through a few guys it will show you more people like what you’re interested in!” She says hopefully.

“Okay, I guess if you’re sure you want to use your invite on me, but it’s not serious and Im definitely not going on any dates.” you say sternly.

About 30 minutes later Amelia loudly exclaimed “It’s perfect!” A cue that your profile was done. She had taken it upon herself to fill out your details, and hand selected what she thought were your best photos. She had always been good at things like this, where it would take you ages to decide. After looking over her selections and making a few minor “about me” changes, you decided that it was good enough. This was just for fun anyways. 

The main profile picture was a photo of you from back home, standing in a lush field of over grown weeds and wildflowers. You are smiling but not looking at the camera, just past it. You had on your favorite dress of that summer, a white bohemian Free People number that you paid way too much for. You look happy and carefree, two things you weren’t sure you actually were. 

The second photo was a photo of you with Amelia at a concert a few months ago. You had driven down to see her and she roped you in to going to a show. Your hair was down and wavy and you had very minimal makeup on. You hardly wore make up as it is. You aren’t the best at it, so the more simple the better. 

The final photo was a photo of you visiting Sedona, Arizona. You were standing on the peak of a mountain, what was arguably the most beautiful view you had ever seen in your life. Decked out in hiking gear and a large backpack, you looked happy and at peace. 

Your “About Me” section read: 

“Nashville Transplant”, 25, Artist, and a few of your interests and hobbies.

You both laugh a little and swipe through a few guys, none catching your interest just yet. 

“Oh, well. Thanks Amelia, I think I am going to head to bed, that wine hit me harder than I thought. I am exhausted.”

“Night pen!”she said.

You do your night time routine, shower, brush your teeth, do your extensively long skin care routine that Amelia has forced you to start doing, you put your pajamas on and climb into your perfect fluffy bed. 

You can’t help this nagging feeling that you should just swipe through a few more profiles before you fall asleep.

You reach over and grab your phone off of the nightstand and open Raya. Again you’re met with countless men who just aren’t your type, buff, chiseled and stunningly hot no doubt, just not for you. You didn’t feel like you belonged with someone who looked like that. 

After about 10 minutes you find a handful of cute guys and swipe right nervously. 

The first, a tall average build guy named Kyle, with blonde shaggy hair, blue eyes and works as a web developer. 

The next an average height, moderately fit brunette baseball player with green eyes named Davis.

The last guy is named Josh. He seems on the shorter side, something that has never bothered you. He has brown eyes, curly brown hair and a stunning smile, however it says he is a musician. You take what Amelia had told you into account, but you realize that in Nashville everyone calls themselves a musician. 

You bite the bullet and see what happens. You probably won’t even match with these guys to begin with.  After a few more minutes of swiping and a few more cute ones swiped right on, you decide to go to bed.

You shoot up suddenly when you hear an alert on your phone. You glance at your alarm clock. 2:27AM.

You look at the offending message on your phone.

~ Congratulations! You Have A New Match! ~

You groan, damn Amelia making you get that app. You silence your phone and fall back asleep.

Next thing you know your alarm clock is going off, 7:00AM comes early. You lie in bed checking twitter for the latest news for a few minutes before you get up.

You slowly make your way to the kitchen to make coffee for Amelia and yourself. She’s already been up for an hour getting ready for work. She does the whole nine yards. Hair, make up, perfect outfit and doing it all before coffee. You wonder how she does it.

You deliver her cup to her in her bathroom and say your good mornings before walking back to your room.

About 20 minutes later Amelia is leaving for work and you are almost done getting ready for the day.

You spend most of the day completely over whelmed with work. You work as a virtual assistant and spend most of your time calling to confirm appointments, schedule meetings or order whatever item your boss needs that day. It’s a very fulfilling job that only someone extremely organized could handle. 

Around 3 o’clock you hear your phone ding from the other side of your desk.

~You Have A New Message on Raya!~

You had completely forgot about your 2 in the morning match. You quickly open the app to see who you matched with. Josh. You click on the picture of his face, and it opens the message which reads:

Josh: I am so glad that we matched, you seem lovely! Was that photo of you taken in Sedona by chance?

You take a minute and scroll through the rest of his photos, you hadn’t looked at them before, just his profile photo. As you scroll you see a photo of him standing with what looks to be his friends all huddled up together. One of the guys in the photo could easily pass at his twin and you figure they must be related.

The next photo is of him but it looks to be a professionally shot photo, and you tell your self it must be related to the “musician” detail of his profile. In every photo he is wearing a smile that is one of the most genuine you’ve ever seen. You can tell he has a kind soul.

You think for a minute what you want to say back to him.

You: Hi! I am also glad we matched, I didn’t think I would get any matches to be honest. My friend made me sign up with her one invite. Yes it is in Sedona, good eye. Have you been?

A message jumps back within a minute, almost as if he was waiting for your reply.

Josh: Well I, for one, am I am very glad that she made you. Of course you are going to get matches, you are beautiful. I have been to Sedona once or twice. Do you get to travel much?

You blush a deep pink, and your chest heats up. You weren’t sure you could still do that. It had been a very long time since you had received a compliment from someone who wasn’t a friend or family.

You: That is really sweet of you. Thank You. I travel a normal amount, not as much as I wish I could though. How about you?

You try to keep the banter as light as possible, not revealing too much about yourself too soon.

Josh: I would say that I am afforded the luxury of traveling more than the average person. While I do love traveling, usually for work, and sometimes there is no greater feeling than sleeping in the peace of your own home. Speaking of home, what brought you to Nashville?

At this point you have completely forgotten about the work that you are supposed to be doing. After reading his message you decide that you will answer him back after you finish your work tasks for the day. 

Those last two hours went by extraordinarily slow for a Friday, and you couldn’t help it that your mind kept wandering back to this mystery guy, Josh. You kick yourself for letting this happen since you promised yourself this was just for fun and that you weren’t going to take it seriously.

You decide to message him back and explain how your best friend convinced you to move in with her and how the rest is history. You and Josh message back and forth for quite a while exchanging questions and getting to know each other a little better.

Your last message to him was sent 6:17PM, and he usually replied to you fairly quickly since you began chatting this afternoon. You asked about his family and what brought him to Nashville. Two or three hours pass and you continually check your phone but, there is nothing there. You and Amelia finish up dinner and you suggest that you watch a movie to take your mind off of it. Throwing your phone onto your bed, you walk back to the living room and watch the entirety of ‘Legally Blonde’, Amelia’s suggestion of course.

After the movie had ended you both decide to turn in for the night. You walk back to your room, pretending that you’re not dying to check your phone to see if you have any new messages from Josh. You pick it up and turn it over. You have three messages from Josh. 

Josh: My brothers and I recently moved here from Michigan. We all live pretty much walking distance from each other so it is really nice.

Josh: I am so sorry to leave you hanging earlier, my phone died right as I got to the studio, and I think one of my brothers must have taken my charger out of my car, the one time I need it of course. 

Josh: I know this seems forward but would you like to exchange numbers?

His last message was sent well over 45 minutes from the previous two and an hour had passed since this last message. You thought about how you wanted to respond. Of course you wanted to give him your number, but you didn’t want to seem too eager either. Begrudgingly, you decided that you needed to ask Amelia. You slowly walked to her door and knocked quietly.

“Come In!” She said.

“Hey, I have a… question for you, but please don’t laugh at me.” You said embarrassingly. 

“Oh my god what?!” She exclaimed.

“So I matched with someone on Raya and…” 

“I KNEW IT!” She interrupted. “You were checking your phone all night! I knew something was up. Oh my gosh tell me, what’s going on? Who is it! Show me!” She bursted out.

“No way, I am not showing you anything yet. I just need your advice on how to respond to this message” you say sternly. 

You explain the situation and read out his last few messages, hoping that she would know what to do. After all she does this all the time.

“You need to message him back like, right now! Give him your number! It’s obvious you kinda like him Pen, and he is clearly feeling you right back! What is the worst thing that could happen, I mean you can always block him if you need to” she says. She puts her hand on your shoulder to reassure you that it’s not as big of a deal as it feels. You thank her, say goodnight, and gather up your courage to type a response back to him. Its nearly midnight at this point so you’re sure he won’t see it until the morning. 

You: Siblings, gotta love em I guess. Don’t worry about it, I had a movie night tonight anyways. Sure we can exchange numbers!

You type in your number and hit send, heart beating out of your chest. Why do you feel this way?

You set your phone down and do your usual night time routine. It is late so you try to hurry so that you can still try to get 6 or 7 hours. After you finish up you get in bed and turn off your lamp. 15 minutes is your new record. Just as you begin to get drowsy you hear your phone vibrate on your nightstand. 

Your heart begins to beat rapidly at the realization that it’s probably him since your friends and family know not to text you this late. You pick up your phone and on the screen is a message from an unknown contact.

Unknown: Hey pretty girl, I’m sorry, I know its late but I just wanted you to have my number too. Rest well.

You could have died right then and there. Pretty girl?! You’re fairly positive that no one in your life has called you such a cute name before. You quickly text back. 

You: Thank you, you too. With a smiley emoji. 

You set your phone back on the nightstand and doze off dreaming of what could be.

#josh kiszka #fanfic #greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van smut #josh kiszka smut #gvf smut #gvf fic #josh kiszka fanfiction

[autisticgirliesbracket]

What makes Marcy Wu from Amphibia the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

- I was also linked to this Reddit thread. Marcy-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Marcy in the top left corner, she is wearing her sleepover outfit. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"YOU KNOW WHO SHE IS. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY. I LOVE HERTTRRRR"

"Easily obsessed with her favorite media (and her girlfriends), has trouble forming connections (although it’s not impossible, as mentioned with the aforementioned girlfriends as well as the episode Maddie and Marcy), and enters The Zone often enough for it to directly affect the plot of the show she’s in."

"Khztixkgxgshckhxgic she's just iconic"

"Infodumps a bunch, stims a lot too"

"This girl infodumps constantly, is super smart but easily distracted, and is super clumsy. Also she totally does the raptor hands."

"I don't feel she has a *touch* of it. Everything about this girl SCREAMS autism. Her brain has no zoom out feature, her mouth has no mute button, her trust and knowledge have no bounds, and she will obsess over her interests to the point of ignoring everyone around her. And she made quite an impression on Amphibia viewers from her very first moments on screen. If Marcy doesn't win this tournament, there is something very wrong with this tournament."

"Please please please please she’s the most autistic ever please please she stims she can’t make eye contact she’s a nerd she has trouble communicating she’s got interests her friends don’t share and it hurts her when they aren’t interested in them like she is she makes mistakes she’s adorable she’s the most autistic ever please please please please"

"one of the writers of the show said they had autism in mind while writing her, also look at her, she's got it, you can't say that she doesnt"

"Marcy gets way too hyperfixated on her interests. She's very oblivious of her surroundings when she's focusing on something. She struggles with social interactions. Whenever she's in social places, she's either off in her own world or focusing on a video game. She speaks quickly and excitedly whenever something peaks her interest, and often doesn't give other people time to process and understand exactly what she's telling them. She reacts in an overly excited manner towards ‘new’ things. She is often too blunt for her own good. When asked if she's autistic, series creator Matt Braly said "She was not written with that intention but I think we get to know our characters better as we write them. In many ways they tell us who they are, not vice versa. I am so happy to see people identify with her in this way." "

"she stims, mentions having trouble with eye contact, and info dumps. and its 99% canon. (was made canon retroactively)"

"she has a lot of "typical" traits for an autistic/autistic-coded character, but personally i find her less insulting than some of those tend to be. she's described as very smart but oblivious, and she has a tendency to get extremely focused on things so much so that she starts to ignore her surroundings. i think she's especially good autism rep because she isn't just a quirky supergenius, she also has flaws that are also relatable to autistic people. one of these that i was especially happy to see is her clumsiness/lack of coordination, which is something which can be a trait of autism but isn't recognized or represented often. additionally, she can become obsessive about trying to get people to like and accept her, which is something i think a lot of autistic people can relate to."

"its canon!! also she infodumps, has a hyperfixation, and is scared of change :D"

"She often plays video games while everyone else is trying to work and often gets so invested that she doesn't notice things she's gonna trip over She regularly picks up new video games which she infodumps about Isn't great at picking up when people are having intense emotions, but still cares deeply for her friends For a while when the main characters are up to shenanigans she just reads books in a library" End ID.]

#autistic girlies bracket #autistic girlie masterpost #amphibia #marcy wu

[riordanness]

hey dear! Can I have ‘When Emma falls in love?’ For Pjo

Hello! Hello! 

Here is my information!

Name: Anna Lee

Pronouns: She/her

Preference: Male

Age range: Any

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. Lawfully Neutral. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I'm an extremely stubborn person and have to be right about everything. From a young age, my parents were extremely strict and had expected the best out of me which resulted in me being an overachiever. I have to get things perfect or be the best at what I’m doing. I'm really sensitive, even some small harsh words are enough to make me teary. I’ve been called a crybaby because of that and to be honest, that is true. I give too much to other people since I’m afraid of saying no since what if they hate me? And I'm too scared to ask for help or to have something cause I think they will think I'm selfish and worthless. Not the best self esteem 😔 I love to listen to other people since I think not a lot of people have others that they can tell what they wish to say without getting judged or outcasted. But the problem is that I judge too easily too. As much as I want to show a good image to others and help them, I tend to focus on my own needs and how everything can affect me for the better or worse. I hate repeating things, especially in front of a big crowd. I daydream too much, my head always in the cloud. When I get excited, I speak really quickly and stumble over my words which I get embarrassed by and stop talking. I have a rosy view of how the world works—or more specifically, of the people I love. Like sometimes I point out the negative things in life but when with other people, especially those I love, I always see the goodness and beauty in everything. I am very sensitive, especially when it comes to my appearance and personality. I’m always afraid that people are constantly judging me or hate me, which is why I tend to avoid public spaces or being around people in general. When I get familiar with someone or a crowd, I’m not that afraid to state my opinion. I get jealous and possessive easily, like I mentioned my parents are strict meaning I got very few things of my own and those things only came to me because I tried so hard to get it. So when I see someone else with it, it just irks me off. I always make plans but I know I’m not going to complete them, I just like to imagine the future if I actually had motivation and energy to accomplish things. I can never start new things while completing old ones. I am also the oldest child and have 4 younger ones, another reason why I stress too much. I don’t think I mentioned this, but I get angry really easily. The slightest mistakes just pisses me off. I suck at short talks and starting conversations, it’s much easier to have lengthier conversations. I can never do presentations, I always get too nervous. Plus, my friends say my voice is really soft so no one ever hears me much, especially since I’m uncomfortable. When I get angry, my judgement is clouded. I am terrible at holding grudges. I would be upset at someone but the second I see them again, I feel normal and happy in a way. Probably said this before, but I’m a huge day dreamer and stubborn. I can’t concentrate on my work because I always get distracted and daydream about things I will never have. I normally appear composed but have a fiery temper. I really want to be a lawyer. My parents never let me use the internet much as a kid so I pretty much live under a rock but I am incredibly book smart. 

Looks: Half-Korean and Half- White. I’m slightly chubby and curvy with a pear-shaped body (Double D cups). Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. Almond eyes that are doe-like and slightly turn up at the end but barely noticeable. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. Long dark brown hair that almost appears black but that solely depends on the lighting. My hair reaches my hips and is kinda wispy at the end. It’s usually on a ponytail with a few strands framing my face. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. 

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Music, Food, Being right about something, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking and cooking (even tho I’m not that good at it)  Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance, Long walks, Making Ocs,  Fiction, Name hunting, Suits, Me, Pinterest, Spicy food, Sweets, Lavender and Indicolite, Aesthetics, and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Prejudice People, Slow Walkers, People who chew loudly, Getting look down on, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Snow, Overlysweet things, Going outside, and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like, Doing nothing all day and Tomatoes

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

Ideal Type: Pretty Eyes. Will always be there for me and not afraid to speak their mind. Honest and loyal. Someone I can call her best friend, I can be weird around them and they won’t mind at all,Yet they would still help me see the light at the end of the tunnel and tell me it’s okay, that everything is gonna be okay. I wouldn’t like ‘innocent’ people nor ‘kind’ people cause I feel like I won’t be able to connect with them based on my morality level. Will be attentive to my needs. Not necessarily loud but not quite, somewhere in between. I want someone who I can feel okay around, as if everything was fine. Someone who would help carry a burden with me, we are together in everything. A type of person who would wait for me when I’m tying my shoelaces. 

Congratulations on the 400!

hii anna lee! tysm for this,, i instantly got my answer who’s i was reading and it’s clear as day to me that your ship is…

you + jason grace !!

you guys totally understand each other, both of you are a little bit too strict with yourselves and are overachieving, but when you’re together you can both take down those walls and just be yourselves. you both have the same kind of dry humour, but can easily switch between jokes and deep discussions. he’s your best friend, but he’s also your confidante. you just get each other. you both have the same love languages and you’re an a soy sucker for his pretty sky blue eyes.

here’s y’all’s playlist,, hope you like it <3

reading and daydreaming with jason grace

[theonethatyaks93]

Character Analysis: Pinky in Narf Over Troubled Water (Day 4 of Pinky Week)

So, Pinky Week has gone kind of off the rails at this point. It was supposed to be completed last week, but good news! The last four installments are on their way! I don't know when they'll be done but likely by early to mid next week. Then it'll be Brain Week! Yay! Alright, let's begin today's discussion.

3/23/23: Pinky in Narf Over Troubled Water- As the final Pinky and The Brain segment from the reboot's second season, expectations were high that this was to be an exciting and emotionally gripping episode. Thankfully, those initial thoughts were met as this segment not only delved into Brain's character and his insecurities, but it portrays Pinky in a seemingly negative light, which is exceedingly rare. You see, in this segment, Pinky is shown to morally in the wrong; he gets swept into fame and glory and begins to neglect his friend's feelings. While Brain also tries to push past Pinky, Pinky is the one that is shown to have been incorrect in his statements whereas Brain was correct. This analysis will be an attempt to explain what exactly this does to develop Pinky as a character and why him making mistakes here further pushes his character forward.

Pinky as a Character:

Despite being a fan-favorite, Pinky doesn't usually get as much character development as others, especially when compared to Brain. This is likely due to the fact that the grumpy character with a soft heart is a lot easier to write for and to give expansion to than the always nice character who often instigates these changes. And that's exactly what Pinky does; he often starts emotional moments with Brain and pushes certain feelings. Since Pinky is already an emotionally intelligent mouse, giving him character growth would almost seem redundant. However, Pinky still got his scenes, though they were not common. In the reboot, Pinky would get a few episodes like "Run Pinky Run" to give him a starring role, but he still didn't have many massive character changes. "Happy Narfday" gave him a more mature emotional mindset. Pinky was still the character portrayed in the right for the most part. It wasn't until this segment where we see that even Pinky can be wrong.

Pinky is in the Wrong:

In a surprising twist of character roles, Pinky is shown in this segment to be somewhat morally in the wrong when compared to Brain. When the duo start becoming more popular, we see that Pinky begins to soak up all the fame. He gets all the ladies, his name is now absolutely humongous on the sign for the show while Brain's name is small, and he believes that his devoted fans are in fact his friends. Though Brain gets seemingly jealous of Pinky, he has every right to be. Pinky seems to be getting a massive ego with all the public adoration. This could be because he doesn't know any better or because he thinks he's doing the right thing. Either way, it forms a rift in his relationship with Brain. When Brain confronts Pinky about his fans, saying that they are in fact only fans rather than friends and that he is Pinky's real friend, Pinky actually begins to doubt his friendship with Brain. When Brain says that Pinky will fail without his songwriting, Pinky says that the computer did the work, not Brain. The fans only continue to push this ideal further and further, until Brain eventually gets kicked out of the tour bus, with Pinky presumably not caring. The fans have kind of manipulated Pinky into thinking that he doesn't need his friend. All he needs is fans. And Pinky believes this. Brain does seem hurt, though he moves past it because of the plan. Pinky pursues a solo career and while he laments and says he misses Brain (and further hints that their co-dependent relationship is not just cute but rather important to both mice's well being physically and emotionally), he has his first album all ready and a league of adoring fans by his side. What could go wrong?

Redemption:

Though Pinky's failed solo career could be seen as a parody or a comical interpretation of real-world events, it actually serves a bigger purpose than that. When the fans abandon Pinky after his album proves a disaster, sure Pinky's initial response could be viewed as a joke. However, under the surface, it's a moment of realization for Pinky that he was wrong. Brain was right about the fans being un-loyal; they did abandon Pinky at the first hint of his faltering stardom. Pinky, at this moment, now seemingly understands that Brain was his true friend and that he was incorrect. It's not a massive bit of character development, but it's interesting nonetheless to see a moment where Pinky comprehends a fault he made. Though we don't see what happened after this, it's safe to assume Pinky made a choice to go back and find Brain again, to rekindle their relationship. The next scene mainly focuses on Brain, showing a bit of his character development and him realizing that he misses Pinky (and their co-dependency). But the moment when Pinky is revealed to have come back for Brain, it shows that Pinky has come full circle. He realized his mistake and now he wanted to fix it by getting Brain back. When the two re-unite, while being an clever parody of The Graduate, it also manages to push both Pinky and Brain's relationship to new levels. Pinky has redeemed himself. As the two run away hand-in-hand from various angry studio executives, this symbolizes them re-forming their bond, their trust in each other now stronger. When they sit awkwardly on the bus, yes it's supposed to be parodying an old movie from the 60's, but it could also show that they haven't entirely comprehended what had just occurred. Both Pinky and Brain don't exactly know where their relationship is at this point and this seems to be the moment where it sinks in. While Brain goes through a slight relapse in season 3, only for that character development to come crashing back in during the Christmas episode and "All's Fair in Love and Door", Pinky's seems to stick permanently. He clings to Brain like never before, showing him outlandish displays of affection, care, and even love. This could be carried over from his neglect of Brain's opinions in "Narf Over Troubled Water", or possibly the ending of that very same segment. It's almost intriguing to how Pinky becomes so reliant on his relationship with Brain after he abandoned Brain for his fans. It's as if he's doing all these things to make up for what he did. The entire ordeal is very settle, but if you look closely enough, you may be able to see this mini bit of character development from Pinky in this episode.

Conclusion and Some Updates: Pinky being shown to be morally in the wrong is a unique perspective overall. While Brain is usually the one that has to go through some growth, Pinky realizing and learning from a mistake rarely if ever happens. It's nice to have a slight change in character for him, considering he's always portrayed as the one who has emotional intelligence. His eventual redemption and when he comes back for Brain are such powerful and cute moments that get carried over to the next season. While it still isn't a big piece of character development, Pinky getting a minor character arc is admirable and very appreciated. If only he could've gotten more.

Alright so, this is a little bit shorter than my usual affair. The next two posts will also be shorter and my final Pinky Week post is the usual length. I've been kind of stressed out these past few days so I apologize for the lack of posts. I promise you that I'm working on some projects right now so stay tuned! Also, I'm currently in planning on a new fanfiction that is a parody of A Goofy Movie with a Pinky and The Brain twist. I'm currently re-watching the film to nail the story down and am writing descriptions and ideas for characters. That's enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoyed this mini-analysis! See you soon! Narf!!

#pinky and the brain #patb #brinky #oh boy it's another long analysis #Pinky week! #god I love this episode so much! #yep I'm still talking about Pinky

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 18

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Warnings: Oral sex (Female and male receiving), dirty talk.

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I park my motorbike near the entrance, placing the stand properly so I can make my way inside with no worries. Although, as soon as I cross the door, Brooke opens her eyes wide, fixing them on my hair.

—New look? —she teases me.

—Hmm —I nod—. Bad decisions you take at shit something in the night —I take a seat at one of the stools over the counter—. I'll probably tint it back to black soon.

—What can I get you? —she raises her eyebrow, while both of her hands rest on the surface and her body bends slightly.

I know perfectly what she's trying to do, leaning slightly so I can see her cleavage. Although my eyes never meet the flesh under her collarbone -actually, my eyes barely land on her as I ask her for a beer.

—Is Tae around? —I move around, trying to look for him myself.

—He left earlier today —she answers, as she serves my drink in front of me—. He said he was tired, and I think he also had a headache, so I'm by myself today. A little help would be fine —she was back at it again—. And since you seem to be spending so much time here lately, maybe you could join the team.

—Sure... I have nothing better to do —I mutter, holding the cold glass.

To be fair, I'm not sure why I've been coming here so often lately. Months ago, I didn't really mind it. I'd come only to pick Tae up, but I wouldn't even bother on getting inside. And I genuinely wonder if it was because I was up to no good back then, and not coming inside was a way to control myself and not ruin something Tae worked so hard for.

I think I ruined his plans enough back in Seoul, to repeat the same thing in New York...

I remember I tried to hold myself back like crazy on not trying to get inside Brooke's pants the first day I met her -and I'm aware of how hard it'd have been for Taehyung to find a waitress at her level if things had gone wrong between us, which would've been the case back then. Although, looking at her now, I can't understand why I was trying to hold back so badly. She really ain't anything special. She's hot and such, but yeah... Not a girl that could drive me insane with just a look. And definitely not someone I would ever plan to settle down with. Not because of anything especially, but whatever attraction I ever had for her only was always reduced to that type of attraction you have with someone random you meet in a bar.

Although flirting with her was fun, and exciting, it stopped being like that at some point, for whatever reason.

—Do you have any plans tonight? —Brooke asks.

—Yeah —I nod.

Sitting here, thinking Y/n could message me at any point to ask for support and help -in case she doesn't know how to do well on her date- is tonight's plan. I could be doing anything, yet here I am.

—Oh, I thought you were free —she giggles—. I was thinking that maybe we could hang out when I'm off...

Although I hear her, I'm too focused on my phone and the possible text I could get to be conscious enough to reply back. I shouldn't even help Y/n if she sends me a text. It's her date, and she should learn on her own with her mistakes. Why would I even need to help?

—Kook? —she calls my name.

—Hmm? —I finally look at her again— Sorry, I'm waiting for a text.

Brooke is almost going to speak, but she gets interrupted by a customer that seems to want to pay for her drink. My eyes go back to the drinks in front of me, filled with all the brands of alcohol that Tae likes. All of them top notch, and that's exactly why I always end up ordering a beer whenever I come.

I feel a vibration on the counter, although at first I think it could be a false alarm, like the other times I've checked my phone when it was actually somebody else's. Although this time, it's indeed my phone.

Cocktease: U awake?

I'm confused by her text. But it makes sense that she's asking that, Y/n didn't know I'd be out and about waiting for a text from her, while trying not to think of her flirting with a random guy she met on Tinder.

Me: Yeah

Me: What you up to

Cocktease: Tryin to get a cab

I frown at her reply. That date was shorter than what I expected. While I thought our conversation would evolve to a list of do's and don'ts, it ends up with me cutting it to get her location.

Me: Ill pick u up. Send location

It seems like the worst timing, too. Because right when Brooke is done with her customer, I get up from the stool and pay for my beer.

—I'll get going.

And I don't say anything else, as I make my way outside, trying to walk through the people that are reunited at the corner of the counter and the rest of people that are trying to sneak inside of the pub.

Y/n isn't too far from where I am, so I shouldn't take too long to get there and pick her up.

I park the motorbike somewhere near the place she sent me, and I look around trying to find her somewhere among all those people. Until I finally find her. She keeps checking her phone, something that makes me smile unconsciously.

She might be waiting for me.

Although I can feel my smile dropping when a guy taller than her stops near her. I guess it's the man she had that date with, because she smiles at him and replies back to what he says. I could wait. Maybe I should wait, and the next thing I'll be getting is a text from her to let me know she found a way to get back home.

Yeah... No.

I start walking to them, getting close enough to hear part of their conversation.

—Do you need a ride back home? —he suggests— I want to make up for what happened.

For what happened?

That makes me start walking faster, trying my hardest to calm myself down. I don't know what happened, so I have no reason to get angry at him.

—Don't worry —I see her shrugging

—It's not a bother for me, seriously —he insists, leaning a bit towards her.

—Shall we go? —I interrupt them, as I stop in front of them.

Y/n's big eyes land on me, surprised to see me -even if she was the one who sent me a text so I could pick her up.

—Yeah —she turns to him again—. Get back home safe.

—Can I text you again?

I hide a scoff when he drops those words, in the most desperate tone I've ever heard in my life.

—You better not —I answer for her, earning a frown from him.

Unconsciously, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, and pull from her body so we both can start walking to my motorbike. Was I too possessive of her, maybe?

—You don't even know what he did —she whispers, when we are far enough.

Of course she's going to play the devil's advocate and justify whatever crap he did back there.

—I don't need to know —I let go of her, stopping next to my back—. But if that shithead did something he needs to make up for, that's enough information.

And he should be thankful I'm not a violent person.

When I say that, I can see a glimpse of a tiny smile from her. But I don't annoy her with that, it's better to let her think I wasn't aware of how much she actually liked to hear that. Because I don't want to acknowledge how much I liked her reaction.

She hugs to my body when she gets on the bike, wrapping her arms around me tight as she lets me take the lead. At first I think of taking her home, and leaving everything there.

But what if that asshole tries to message her again? I know she wouldn't be "allowed" by the deal, but do we actually care about it that much?

It's not like we signed a professional contract, so she's still free to do whatever the fuck she wants.

That thought is even worse, because it only makes the possibility of her retaking a conversation with him bigger.

—I thought you were going to take me home —she mentions, confused, when I start in front of the garage door.

—My place was nearer —I lie—. You can stay the night —I turn my head slightly, looking at her over my shoulder—. Unless you want me to take you home.

And if that's what Y/n wants, I'll leave her there without a problem. Although it's a relief to see her shaking her head, as she smiles shyly while leaning over my shoulder.

—Where's the truck? —she questions, once she hops off the motorbike.

—It's Soo's actually —I answer, after I'm done putting everything into place—. Well, we share it.

More like I only use it when I have to do something for Mark or Soo.

—And what were you doing when I texted you?

Waiting for that text...

But I can't say that.

—The date made you so nosy all of sudden?

Y/n stops, genuinely thinking I was pissed by her question. So I try to find a way to show her I wasn't bothered at all by it, in a way that looks natural enough so it doesn't really seem like I'm desperately trying to comfort her. I hold her hand, not feeling a tight grip around it until a few seconds after -when she's finally aware.

I don't seem to be fully aware of what i'm doing myself until I see our reflection on the elevator's mirror. And that dumb smile on my face that her tight grip caused.

Both standing at each side of the metallic cubicle, we're preparing to an uncomfortable silence -that I can't seem to allow from happening, while my head keeps spinning around what her date told her before I interrupted them.

—What did he have to make up for?

—I thought you didn't want to know —she replied back, crossing her arms over her chest.

—I didn't want to make a scene —I support my back against the wall—. But depending on what he did, I won't hesitate to go back and break his nose.

—I handled it pretty well myself, thank you —that's not an answer, and she knows it—. Well... It was nothing. He just said he doesn't want to be teaching his significant other how to do things.

I shake my head, and breathe deeply as I try to think of what she's just told me. He doesn't want to teach her things? I bet it's not that that he doesn't want to, but he directly doesn't have a fucking idea of what to actually do right. And if he said that, it probably means she told him she's a virgin? And he still managed to shame her for that.

Dumb ass.

—Purple looks good on you —she points out.

I know she's trying to distract me from what she's just said. She's probably afraid I'll end up going back to the restaurant and teach him how my knuckles feel against his mouth. Either way, it seems to be working out, because I look at myself in the mirror, before I look back at her.

—You should keep it a little longer.

Should I?

I don't really say a word when he get to my place, I just head straight to my room to get some clothes for her and hand them to her.

When Y/n comes back, she looks so sweet and cute with her figure hidden under all those baggy clothes. I really can't understand how someone would plan to ruin a date, just by being an asshole to somebody.

—I can't believe he really thought he stood a chance with you, to the point of saying that to you —I say out of nowhere, breaking the silence after she sat next to me on the couch.

I've tried to hold it in, but I just can't.

—I fucking knew you would be on that still —Y/n sighs.

—How could I not? He acted as if he were the big thing, and I'm sure he doesn't even know where his own cock is.

—Why do you care so much, anyway? I'm not seeing him again, so why make all this fuss about it? —she looks at me confused.

—He just saw you as a piece of meat to fuck.

—Isn't that what Tinder is for? —she questions back.

She doesn't say anything else after that question, but I can feel some words are stuck in her throat. She just doesn't say them. Instead, she waits a bit before she speaks again with a more calm tone.

—I'm a virgin, not dumb —she chuckles—. I know what to expect from someone I barely talked to on Tinder, and it's not like I went on that date to find the love of my life. What he said pissed me off, but he apologized. Now, can we move on from this?

Letting out a heavy breath, I move my eyes away from her, just so I can be able to think straight and ease my mind. But I don't last too long without looking at her. And it's a fact that there's something that always pulls me to her. Y/n turns to me as well, as soon as she's aware of my gaze.

—What? —she finally asks.

I look at each detail on her face, lost in trying to memorize each centimeter on it before my eyes fall on her lips.

—I'm just looking at you —I answer, looking back up into her eyes.

—I know, but why?

—Just because —I shrug.

My eyes fall back to her lips when I notice the way she slides the tip of her tongue through them, before she slightly bites them.

—Just because? —she teases me, although the question leaves her mouth with a doubtful tone.

Her lips pout slightly with anticipation, as if she were letting her inner thoughts get a tiny bit of control over her body.

And it's the hint I take to lean over her, linking her lips to mine with no foreplay, no rubbing beforehand, no teasing. Although the kiss isn't enough, I want to feel her closer. With one hand on her cheek, and the other on her waist, I pull her closer to me, until I'm able to feel her rushing heartbeat against my chest.

I'm not able to think straight just by being able to taste her, sliding my tongue in between her lips. And my mind gets filled with thick clouds when her fingers dare to dig inside the collar of my t-shirt, while her fingertips send goosebumps all over my body.

I want to feel her everywhere. I want to get all of her right now.

—I want you so bad —I break the kiss.

Although that comment seems to only encourage her more, and I'm surprised when she takes the lead and stands up. I follow her, just to be caught up in another kiss that will make us stumble all over my place until we reach my room. And the only time we decide to break it, it's because we keep tearing each other's clothes apart.

Y/n grinds her hips against mine, the rough touch of our crotches makes my dick twitch inside my boxers. And I'm afraid I won't be able to go on a little further if she keeps doing that.

She's a fucking menace. Time to switch roles.

I break the kiss again, rubbing my lips on hers, only breathing the air she's exhaling, as my forehead rests on hers. My hands move up all over her body, sliding on her back and making her arch it in consequence. Y/n keeps trying to help me with everything, but it's time for her to enjoy it, while I have my way with her. So every time she tries to sit to help me with something, I push her softly back on the bed.

—Just relax and enjoy —I place a kiss on her collarbone—. I'll make you feel good.

It's the only thing I want right now.

My body can't seem to wait to feel her body squirm, and see her face tinted with pleasure. I lean over her breasts, taking no time to lick her hard nipple, feeling the rugosity of it fighting against the wetness of my tongue. Her breath turns heavy with every kiss, lick and suck I give her. Her hands hold her sheets hard when my lips close around the hard bud, and a gasp leaves her mouth when I set it free, just to go back to the other. Arousal builds over her so desperately that she tries to grind against me again, but I put her back in place by holding her hips against the mattress.

She looks so beautiful like this. Impatient and needy.

I keep going down her body, kissing each centimeter that's available for me, tracing the line of her panties with my lips when I finally get there. I keep going down, letting the smell of her arousal intoxicate me, and making my dick twitch again in my boxers.

Y/n looks nervous and uneasy when she's aware of what I'm about to do, but I still can see how bad she wants this. It's in the way she bites her lips, and how she unconsciously spreads her legs a bit wider to give me more room.

—Move your hips up for me —I whisper, when my fingers tangle on the elastic of her underwear.

She does it with no hesitation, lifting her hips up enough to help me get rid of the only piece of fabric that's covering her now. When I look back at her again, I have to keep myself together and not jump on her like an animal. Her messy hair spread all over my pillows, her hard nipples shining under the intimate lights of my lamps, her shaky breath and the way her thighs are almost closing must be the best image I've had of someone in a long time.

—Do you want to stop? —I ask her.

Her answer isn't formed with words, but with actions. Y/n spreads her thighs a bit wider, inviting me between them. Her glistening pussy is almost screaming at me to dig my lips in her slit, but I hold back. I taste her, all the way from her knee to her inner thigh, ignoring her core to do the same thing with her other leg.

—Eyes on me all the time —I warn her, stopping on her soft mons.

For some reason, she always has problems whenever she gets too lost in the moment to close her eyes. If I want her to enjoy this, I think the best would be to direct her not to close them now.

Both of my hands hold to her thighs, while my lips spread kisses around her pussy. When I finally fix my eyes on it, I can see it glistening right in front of me, slightly clenching around nothing. I feel like a wild animal right now.

—You're so wet for me —I groan.

I slid my tongue through her slit, from her entrance I make my way up with the tip, collecting all of her juices. The metallic taste makes me eager for more as soon as they hit my taste buds. It's the best action-reaction effect.

When I finally find her clit, I spread her lips with two of my fingers, making it easier to tease her needy bud, while moving my tongue up and down. She gasps in relief when she first feels my tongue, but the moment she moans... She couldn't have done anything worse.

I attempt to slide my finger inside her tight channel, but I move my head lower so my tongue invades her. Her walls welcome me, and I can feel every reaction, everything she might want to hide, directly on my tongue. I keep moving it, slowly in circles and up and down, at the same time I move my head so my nose can rub against her clit.

Her legs tense on my finger and around my head. And when I open my eyes, I can see that she's looking at each one of my moves -just like I told her to do. And she only makes that image better when one of her hands reaches to my hair, grabbing some of my locks to keep me tight against her.

—Please, make me cum —she begs in a moan.

Fuck, I need to give her everything.

Two fingers slide into her, at the same time my mouth moves back to her clit. I barely give her time to feel empty, nor to think about anything -in general. I move my fingers up and down, finding the padded spot that makes her squirm and tremble, while my mouth and tongue keep sucking and licking her clit.

Her hips grind against my mouth and her pussy clenches so tight around my fingers, that it seems like she wants to suck them in, before she finally explodes with a loud and long moan.

I slowly give her time to get it back together, before I take my fingers out carefully and crawl over her body again, just to end up lying next to her. Although when I try to kiss her lips, she moves up and kneels next to me.

—Don't look at me like that —she smiles at me—. It's my turn to make you feel good.

I'd be lying if I say I don't want this. I'd be a huge liar if I said this wasn't the image I cummed way too many times.

She's more inexperienced than what I had up in my imagination, which makes total sense. Her moves are clumsy and insecure, as she tries to think how to take my boxers off, or how she should start. Although she starts good, making my cock shrink in the air while she spreads kisses all over my thighs until she's way too close to my crotch.

And fuck, the way she looks at me right now, as her hand wraps around my shaft... She's a fucking menace. I don't care how inexperienced she is.

Her shy and nervous dry kisses, and kitty licks on my length, turn to sensual and slow circles on my already wet tip. And I almost lose it when the warmth of her mouth closes around it, and starts taking me in slowly.

I press my lips tight, feeling her mouth closing more around me and moving faster on my cock, bombing her head perfectly fine. But after three or four times, I feel uncomfortable, like something's scraping my skin down there.

If I don't stop her, this is going to hurt.

—Babe, you're gonna suck me raw —I move her hair away from her face, after I've placed a hand on her arm—. Try doing this.

Trying to teach her how to do it, I cover my teeth with my lips. And, after she nods, I guide her back to my cock. And doesn't it feel good... Every time she moves, she tries to take my cock a bit deeper, which ends up with my tip rubbing against her throat and her gagging on my cock. I'm not even able to look at her right now, it'd be too much.

She is indeed a menace.

—Don't be shy —she teases me, hands working on my cock, as soon as she's aware that I'm trying to hold back—. Let me hear you.

If she learns more things, she'll definitely be the death of me.

The combination of her mouth with her hands, the wet sounds she makes, and how she makes me feel... I feel that hot sensation building up inside, like a volcano that's close to exploding. I think if I don't stop her, I'd end up doing something she doesn't like.

—Babe, stop —I say, trying to push her away. —. Please...

But that doesn't stop her, it only encourages Y/n to go as hard and fast as she's able to. And I'm not able to control my body, nor to be aware of what I'm doing, until it's way too late. Until I feel some of my own load dripping from her mouth, and rolling down my still hard cock, while I see her throat moving after she's swallowed the rest.

—Come here —I say, closing my eyes, while I extend one of my arms to hug her—. This is the hardest I've ever cummed since I met you.

A light weight covers my forearm, and the warmth radiating from her body makes me feel at ease after everything that's happened tonight.

It makes me feel like I won't be able to sleep right if she isn't here.

—Let's sleep —I whisper, knowing perfectly fine what that means..

Her cheeks rise, as she smiles wide against my skin, and moves next to me so she can wrap an arm around my body and hug me, keeping me close to her body.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #armpirate

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 179

Chapter 179: "Compensation"

It's so tragic how all the children finally reached the promised neverland (c'mon I had to say it at least once) and they can't even properly celebrate and enjoy their freedom they fought so hard to obtain because they soon realize "Emma's not here."

What I always found interesting is how differently Ray and Norman react to Emma's disappearance. While they're both equally devastated, confused, and anxious beyond belief about the news, what they specifically panic about and who they blame varies. In Ray's case, he directs most of his anger at himself for not seeing through Emma's white lie. He's picked up on her bluffs before (most notably when she tried to convince herself and others into thinking she was okay with Norman's demon extermination plan) because Ray knows Emma better than anyone due to all the time he's spent by her side over the years and the close bond they share as friends. He's also seen how often her heart influences her mind to make countless decisions and it's because of her optimism and strong spirit that the whole family was able to get this far and achieve their goal. What he doubts is the circumstances of the reward itself by constantly thinking how suspicious that there's no compensation for all the trouble they went through during the Seven Walls and based on what knowledge he has on the demon god and how past promises worked. In the last chapter, he eventually dismisses those concerns as Emma speaks of her wish for everyone to cross over into the human world together despite the odd reward and Ray trusts her with his life because in front of him is the leader he's always followed. He had so much faith in her that he gets completely blinded and it's actually kinda impressive how Emma manages to fool her second in command by just being her typical caring and sunshine self. What's great about this whole outcome is how Ray blames only himself, not Emma. If he was annoyed at her, he would've probably called her the idiot instead, as he's never shied away from calling her that in the past whenever Emma does something stupid or unbelievable, but this time the name is directed at him because he realizes his mistakes. He hates how he comfortable he felt about the lack of a reward and how he failed to protect Emma after he promised to do so practically his entire life. All this contributes to his anger and panic and it makes me so sad how those feelings of his have probably doubled from the last time Ray was forcefully separated from her, which was when he got kicked out of the Seven Walls. From how he wasn't able to free his mind enough to join Emma in meeting the demon god which caused her to make the new promise alone, to not being persistent enough with asking about what the reward is when she first returned from the Seven Walls and before everyone crossed over last chapter, as well as breaking his promise to himself, Emma & Isabella about protecting his entire family, those are just a couple reasons as to why Ray could find himself at fault for how things turned out regarding Emma's absence.

With Norman, I'm not gonna say he exactly blames Emma, but he definitely questions her reasoning. Even though there's no mention in his thoughts about the "lie," the fact that he and Emma switched roles about who's carrying the biggest burden and refusing help from the other does give off some lowkey betrayal vibes and our boy is absolutely crushed upon realizing it. Hell, Norman dropped to his knees instantly when he hears Emma is missing. To contrast Ray, he doesn't necessarily blame anyone or anything, but wonders what he could've done to help more to prevent this outcome.

How frightening it must be for all the other cattle children who weren't part of Emma's family to be enjoying their normal daily lives as usual one moment, then be completely teleported to a new unknown world the next.

Look what we get to look forward to. Aren't y'all excited to see our world fall apart?

Poor Norman is still in a state of complete shock. Although his face doesn't match how "lucky" they should all be feeling right now, he's still right. Could you imagine how difficult their search for Emma would've been had they crossed over while the world was in the middle of such chaos? They should be thankful the world is entering a stage of peace, but none of that matters if Emma is missing from their own lives.

One of the major downsides of Ray not being there with Emma when she confronted the demon god is that no one can really confirm if the promise was made exactly as they planned. I do love how the kids straight up deny that Emma would ever go against what they all agreed upon, especially since it was her idea in the first place to create a new promise, but just knowing if the promise was made correctly would've definitely taken some of the stress and panic away from these kids.

Seeing some of them reflect on how important Emma is reminds me of ch96 when Ray's group reveals how fortunate they are that Emma saved their lives back at the hunting ground, despite meeting her for the first time. And I know we won't get it at this point, but I would've love to see more of the GP resistance during each of their individual first days at Goldy Pond and what they do during their off days when no hunts take place.

While Oliver totally respects Emma as their family's leader, I like that it's him (self-proclaimed leader of the GP gang) who gives that final push to everyone so they become determined and hopeful enough to commit to begin their search for Emma. What's most important is how strongly they all wanna see Emma again and that desire is the feeling they'll need to hold onto in order to succeed no matter how impossible the chances are of finding her.

Everyone say thank you to the indestructible protagonist plot armor.

And it's thanks to that plot armor (and Alex) that our poor girl doesn't freeze to death. Who knows how long she's been unconscious here. And I would've never even thought of her ID to be missing in these panels but I vaguely remember some people pointing it out back when this chapter was first released. I didn't believe it, choosing to think that it was just hidden under her jacket, but props to all those who ended up being correct when her number was revealed to be truly gone next chapter.

Favorite panel/moment:

Seeing the kiddos all excited to start their search for their reckless leader is so darn precious. The tag and hide-and-seek mentions are cute too.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[honeytonedhottie]

Hii so I been crushing on this girl for more than a year. I met her two summers back and was stunned. We then had been seeing each other at events and catching up but we never met up. She’s been dating different people all the while. Energetically I was making mistakes such as sometimes attending events hoping I’d see her so maybe that reflected a chasing energy and that’s why I didn’t connect further with her.

Last time I saw her at a party though, which I knew she’d go, my mindset shifted. I said to myself that whether I see her or not it’s fine either way. And boom. I saw her, she was single and asked me to hang out. I was so excited. I felt like my manifestation was coming true even if I wasn’t actively manifesting her and just keeping her in my thoughts.

But then she canceled our hang out a few days later :( I was devastated. If I see it from a manifestation perspective, it might have been because I was so excited that we’d finally hang out that I started overthinking, I began to worry whether she will like me or get bored, where to go, what if she leaves early and even why she takes so long to reply. Idk if energetically maybe the universe was like ‘ok this person is actually not ready yet to actually receive this girl’ so let’s make her cancel. I can tell myself this is the spiritual explanation, and that maybe I have stuff to work on with myself which is perfectly normal but this was half a year ago and I still like her and I have grew and won’t worry so much about how things will go so why doesn’t the universe see that and bring her my way again. I know it’s wrong to check the how and why but if my spiritual explanation stands and it was a small test.. what about now that I’m more ready to receive her?

And allow me to also explore another explanation. My second explanation is not so much focused on what I did and how that translated energetically, it’s more about her. So all this time I been knowing her I saw (and friends told me too) that she’s not very consistent as a person. Maybe if we try to explain this spiritually it might be that she too has stuff to work on and maybe that’s why the universe didn’t let us hang out until she works on her shit too. But this case also raises questions in my mind. For example, if it stands that the universe won’t let us spend time together because we both had to work on some things, why is it putting us in the same places so often? Why is it testing us by having us meet at events and nothing proceeding? (When I mentioned before that I purposely attended some events to see her thinking she’d go it was always the case that she never went so me trying to push it never worked, but when it was events I’d attend regardless, she was there!)…. And my second question for this case is, if we take into account that she’s not consistent as she showed by cancelling our hangout, and inconsistency is something I hate in a partner or friend, should I keep bothering with her knowing she has this trait? Or should I stick to the thought that maybe she was just not ready or I was not ready and it was the universe not letting us hang out before we’re both ready?

So sorry that this is super long but it’s been tantalising my mind forever. Idk what to do. Even when I said ‘ok whatever it is, universe’s work or not, I don’t like to be around inconsistent people’ I still can’t help but think about her and wanting to know her.

ok so the best that i can answer these questions for u is that EIYPO (everyone is you pushed out) so if shes showing up in a way that is undesirable to you (unconsistency etc) thats what ur subconsciously manifesting. u need to decide how shes gonna show up for you and persist in that.

getting excited about ur manifestations won't delay them, its not sustaining the new belief that will be the deciding factor of whether or not u get ur manifestation or not.

again this is coming from a law of assumption perspective where the universe isn't really a factor. but it could be different depending on ur stand-point. i wish u the best of luck anonie <3333

#law of assumption #advice #specific person

[fluffydavey]

Okay your stories wrecked me, how about either supporting them through everything or feeling safer in their arms? Whichever you prefer

soft gestures between friends turning lovers || prompts or how about both though 👀

He’s talking himself out of it as he makes his way to the Jacobs’ household - it could be a genuine mistake, maybe both Davey and Les just forgot to tell him they couldn’t go selling this evening? Or maybe they told someone else, who hadn’t thought of passing this information on to Jack.

But there’s something nagging at the back of Jack’s mind - the way that Davey’s smile hasn't been reaching his eyes lately, how he's been holding onto Les a little tighter than usual, how he quickly shuts down any idea of the two boys staying behind at the lodgings to play some card games to unwind. Les hadn’t even put up a fight - they were gone, and that was that. 

So Jack reaches the fire escape, not even sure if this is his best idea. He barely knows the boys, he knows as much information about Davey as the other boy (or more than often - an overly excited Les) tells him. But they’re selling partners turned strike leaders, and that means something, right?

Jack’s surprised to find a shaken looking Davey sitting at the top of the fire escape. It takes the other boy a while to realise he’s not alone, and he’s quick to blink away some unshed tears that Jack can just about make out. “What are you - what are you doing out here?”

“Well, you weren’t with us. I thought something might be up,” Jack answers bashfully. “You didn’t miss much - slow news day, so the boys are back at the lodging. ‘S not worth being out in the cold. Whatta bout you?”

“It’s my home,” Davey says, then winces at his own words. No matter how many times Jack tells him the other boys don’t mind he has a family and a home to get back to, Davey still tries his best to be sensitive about the topic. “I mean I just - I needed to be alone.”

"Oh," he says, feeling despondent, although he's not actually sure what he had expected from this meeting. He taps his cap at Davey, and is about to turn away when he hears -

"Wait, Jack," Davey says, sounding like he's just as unsure of himself as Jack feels. "You wanna be alone...with me?"

Jack stops, looks up at the boy looking down at him, and smiles. "Yeah, that would be swell."

Davey motions for Jack to join him on the fire escape, and Jack doesn't need to be told twice. It's a tight squeeze, but Davey shuffles as close to the edge so Jack can sit beside him. It isn't the most comfortable position but Jack can feel Davey begin to calm down, and notices the tears are beginning to fade.

"What's happened? Is it your father?" he asks, desperate for a way to find anything to stop Davey's pain.

"No, no he's fine. He's been doing really well after getting a new job," Davey says, his eyes looking across the street. "It's nothing, Jackie."

The use of his barely used nickname almost knocks Jack for six, but as much as he wishes to hear it again and again, not like this. Not when something is clearly bothering his friend. "It's not nothing Davey, I ain't blind."

Davey turns to look at him, their shoulders brushing, and Davey looks down, pulling at the edge of his shirt sleeve. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"Nope!" he says, trying to get a smile out of Davey, which he fails at. "Unless you don't want to talk about it. Which I get, believe me. But you've helped everyone else so much already, why can't someone help you?"

This seems to break something in Davey, and Jack's absolutely panicked that he's done something wrong, when Davey finally lets out a sniffle and throws his head back. "The kids at school, they've never liked me. I got called names, maybe they'd toss me in a closet or something, and that was alright. I'd spend lunches by myself, get some work done so I could help ma and Sarah and with their work. But now that I've come back - it's so much worse."

Jack feels his blood boil at the thought of someone laying a hand on Davey. "Jack, don't. I don't need protection."

"But we could get a couple of the bigger kids, even some from Brooklyn to teach those kids a lesson!" Jack suggests, venom slipping from his tongue.

"That'll only get me kicked out," Davey tells him, which unfortunately, makes a lot of sense. "I just need to grin and bear it until the year is over, and then I never have to see any of them again."

"And you've been avoiding us because?" he asks, worried that Davey still has it in his head he's not important to any of the other newsies.

"I didn't want you to see the bruises," he admits, his words barely coming out of a whisper.

"Davey," he says, heart breaking at the thought of the other boy getting hurt. "Can I...?"

"Sarah's been helping clean them up," he says, before pulling up his shirt. There are greenish bruises spotted across his ribs, which makes Jack feel sick to his stomach. On reflex, he reaches out, and watches as Davey flinches slightly.

"Sorry I -"

"No, it's okay," Davey whispers, and Jack finds himself tracing the outines of Davey's ribs, counting the bruises with a mixture of sadness and anger. He doesn't know how anyone could hurt Davey.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, looking up at Davey with concern.

"Not when it's you," Davey admits, and Jack helps Davey pull his shirt down. He doesn't know what to say, there's too many thoughts going through his brain, so he pulls Davey in for an awkward hug in the tight space they're sharing.

"You tell me when you have a problem, okay?" he says, and he feels Davey nod against him. "Your problems are mine too. I might not get to deal with them how I want to, but you don't need to carry these issues by yourself anymore. Not while I'm around."

"Thank you," Davey says, pulling away from the other boy. "Seriously, for everything. You've sorta changed my life around, for the better."

"You too Davey," he smiles, looking up at the sky that's beginning to settle. "Hey, maybe I'll get Albert and Race to teach you a few tricks."

This gets a laugh out of Davey, who ducks his head in embarrassment. "Who? Me? I'm about as intimidating as my baby brother."

"Nah, he's definitely scarier," Jack says, letting Davey push him against the railing. Jack realises just how much he missed the sound of Davey's laughter, and he laughs back, reveling in the normality of having his friend back.

#my writing #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid #this is way too long sorry #but i hope you like it!!! #also wow i did not know how to end this