#I trust op is comfy

[antenanotaic3]

At least make something out of that awkward pose

just because of this.

Why is bro staying like that

[strawberrysannie]

𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙕 𝙭 𝙁!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨

A collection of spicy OT8 blurbs with links.

۶ৎ Pairing: ATEEZ (OT8) | F!Reader

۶ৎ Genre(s): smut, pw/op

۶ৎ Tropes(s) and AU(s): non-idol!au, established relationship!au

۶ৎ Warnings: graphic content (mdni!), piv, oral (f), handjob, fingering (f), facefucking

۶ৎ A/N: this is entirely a work of fiction and is to be treated as so.

HONGJOONG

He's not a lazy lover by any means, but one sure thing is that he'll never pass up the opportunity to sit back and relax, letting you take initiative and ride his cock after a hard day's work. He likes it more than he'll ever admit whenever you borrow one of his flashy cowboy hats, stripped bare of any other article of clothing. Don't mistake it as submission though; he's still the one controlling the pace, occasionally placing his hand on your hip as a reminder.

"Go slower, Sweetheart; take your time. Yeah, that's it...such a smart girl."

SEONGHWA

He's a giver. Pleasuring you is his priority, and he can spend a whole hour giving you what you need before he even thinks of sliding his dick inside you. Regardless of you begging for him to fuck you, he'll do you with his hands and mouth until he's satisfied. You have an entire collection of lingerie by now; he likes you all dolled up when your legs are spread open for him, panties pulled to the side as he's got his two fingers curled in your pussy. And you're gonna take it like the good doll you are.

"I'm not gonna fuck you 'til you cum around my fingers one more time, my love. Spread your legs wide for me."

YUNHO

A soft dom who's not afraid to be a little rough with you. He knows that you have full trust in him and would never dare push past the boundaries you've set. With that being said, fucking your throat just so happens to be within your boundaries, and it's a guilty pleasure you both share. He stands even taller and assertive than he already is when you're on your knees, cock shoved into your mouth as tears blur your vision. He holds your neck and fucks your mouth like it belongs to him, pausing between a few beats to soothe a gentle hand along your throat before he's going at it again.

"You all right, Honey? Pinch my leg if I'm going too hard on you, okay? Don't forget it."

YEOSANG

Yeosang is a big fan of displaying his strength during intimate moments. He's not much of a talker, letting his hips do most of the speaking for him. He loves holding you close, your arms bound by his strong arm while he uses it as leverage to fuck into you, hand on your throat and you're at his mercy. If you weren't in his arms, your quivering knees would've given out by the time he hit the right spot that has you creaming all over his dick.

"Did I make you feel good?" He asks when you're a recovering puddle of mess on the floor after being released from his hold.

SAN

Another soft dom who'll still fuck you like he owns you. Mounting himself over your pliant form with a deliciously firm grip on your hair. He'll rarely fuck you anywhere else other than a comfy, clean bed or couch; he needs to make sure you're still getting the princess treatment you deserve. You're not gonna suffer any pressure to your knees when you've got a nice, firm pillow under your hips. And all you gotta do is clear that pretty little head of yours, take a good pounding from his cock and listen to the sounds of skin slapping skin.

"What a good girl...taking me so well, Baby. I'm gonna go a little harder, okay? I know you can handle it."

MINGI

Just a big man who likes to be taken care of. Despite his ability to easily overpower you, you've got him wrapped around your finger. He'll let go of any control he has once you have your hand around his painfully hard cock, leaking pathetically with arousal while your sultry eyes bore into his own. For whatever reason he tries to hold back his moans, he soon forgets when he's reaching climax. He whines for you as he cums hard, semen spurting out in a mess on both your hand and his pants.

"I—oh, fuck! Make me cum, please...p-please let me cum. I need it."

WOOYOUNG

Of course, he needs to share a sweet kiss with you before he's shoving you back on the bed with your ass up sky-high. With his tongue languidly painting wet trails on your pussy, you can't help but let out blissful giggles, the blood rushing to your head leaving you dazed. Your voice makes him weak and your fucked out grin makes him weaker; soon you've got him chuckling while his lips are wrapped around your clit, and the vibrations bring you to a leg-shaking orgasm.

"You're so cute when you smile like that for me."

JONGHO

He loves having lazy morning sex with you; in a way, it's one of the most romantic things you've ever done together. There's something about being half asleep and vulnerable; with a nest on your head and a puffy face, and you probably have some serious morning breath that you're not too keen on fanning out in his direction. But he's not worried about any of these things, just wanting to be as close to you as possible. And what better way is there than being inside you? Though he's always up for looking into your eyes as he makes love to you, he's perfectly content with spooning you in his warmth too.

"I love you so much. You're beautiful; you know that?"

[mintyys-blog]

SAME DAMN TIME | kon el kent x reader x tim drake

DC COMICS MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: smut, sex pollen, oral sex (fem receiving), threesome

The jet ride to the compound had been too quiet.

Tim was hunched over his tablet, analyzing floor plans with his usual hyper-focus, but his leg was bouncing — a subtle tell that only you had learned to read.

Kon was sprawled across the seat next to you, arms folded behind his head, boots kicked up like he didn’t have a care in the world. But he kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, like he wanted to say something and didn’t know how.

You were between them. Literally, and maybe figuratively too. You’d known them for years. Trusted them. Trained with them. You’d fought beside them, bled for them. They were your best friends. Your people.

But somewhere in the last few months, something had shifted.

Kon leaned closer, voice dropping as he said, “You know, you could sit in my lap. I don’t mind. I’m super comfy.”

You gave him a look, but you didn’t move away. “You offering because you’re nice, or because you’re a perv?”

“Why can’t it be both?” he said with that smirk — cocky and flirtatious and just a little too genuine.

Tim didn’t look up, but his jaw ticked. “She’s fine where she is,” he muttered.

You leaned toward him, teasing. “What, jealous?”

His eyes flicked to yours, sharp under his mask. “Just focused.”

But his voice was a little too tight. And when your thigh brushed his as you shifted, he sucked in a breath so soft you almost missed it.

The three of you had been inseparable since your early days of field training — a trio of chaos wrapped in tactical spandex. Tim had the plans. Kon had the brawn. And you? You were the improviser. The fixer when things went off the rails.

That’s why Batman trusted you enough to pair with his precious Red Robin. And why Superman always gave Kon a little more leeway when you were around. You kept the boys from killing each other — or getting killed themselves.

“Stealth op,” Tim had said earlier that night, flipping a holographic display on his wrist with practiced fingers. “Minimal contact. In, out, quiet.”

Kon had grinned and popped his gum. “Right. Because nothing says ‘quiet’ like a genetically engineered living weapon in a leather jacket.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. “That’s why I’m here. To do the actual stealth while you two bicker in the comms.”

“Hey,” Kon leaned close, breath brushing your cheek with that boyish smirk he always wore when he was flirting — even if he’d never admit it. “You love it when I bicker.”

Tim didn’t laugh. You caught the subtle clench of his jaw before he turned away, muttering something about securing the eastern corridor.

The compound was colder than expected, lined with metal walls that distorted sound. You stayed in formation — Tim at point, you at center, Kon bringing up the rear.

The job was supposed to be simple. Infiltrate. Retrieve intel. Evacuate. But of course, nothing was ever that easy.

The gas came in fast — scentless, soundless. You felt it first. A flush creeping over your skin. Your breath coming faster.

“Something’s… wrong,” you whispered into your comm, pressing against the wall for support. Tim stumbled back into view, pale under his domino mask.

“I think we’ve been dosed.”

Kon’s eyes were already glowing faint red, heat vision threatening to spark. “I feel weird,” he muttered. “And not the good kind of weird.”

You found shelter in a sealed side room, locking the door behind you all as the ventilation system hissed faintly above.

“Shit,” you murmured, stripping off your outer layer, suddenly too warm. “It’s an aphrodisiac. A heavy one.”

Kon flopped against the wall, trying and failing not to stare at the exposed skin of your collarbone. “I’m not gonna lie. I thought I was just having a really good day.”

Tim crouched beside a wall console, fingers twitching as he tried to hack into the base’s system, his skin visibly flushed.

“Try not to touch each other,” he muttered. “We don’t know how strong the dose is.”

But it was too late for that warning.

At one point, you staggered, dizzy, and Kon caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist instinctively — firm, warm, familiar. Your chest pressed against his. His breath hitched.

“Y/N,” he said softly, voice more serious than usual. His thumb brushed your hip — and lingered. Too long. Too intimate.

You stared at each other. Inches away. A heartbeat from crossing a line.

Then he let go. Abruptly. Like your skin burned him.

“Sorry. Sorry. I—”

Tim was suddenly between you both. Not touching, but close. Protective.

“Let’s all stay seated,” he said carefully, guiding you to the ground. You went willingly. But then his hand lingered at your lower back, steadying you.

It sent shivers up your spine. You turned to look at him — lips parted, confused and aching and overwhelmed.

He leaned closer.

You thought he might kiss you.

He almost did.

But then he exhaled sharply and pulled away like a coward.

“No,” he said. “Not like this.”

Kon looked at him, then at you, jaw tight. “We can’t risk messing this up. Us. Whatever this is.”

You looked between them — your best friends, the people you trusted with your life. The tension thick in the air, the aphrodisiac thrumming in your blood.

You were trapped.

Flushed. Breathing hard. Stuck between two boys who loved you too much to take the first step — even as their control began to fray.

You stepped back instinctively, and Tim moved fast — too fast — catching you by the waist. His grip was firm, too firm, his chest rising against yours as he steadied you. His face was right there.

You could feel his breath on your lips.

Your hands curled into his suit. Just for balance. That’s what you told yourself.

But neither of you moved.

Seconds passed. Maybe more.

“I—” Tim’s voice broke. He pulled back just a fraction, but his eyes stayed locked with yours. “We shouldn’t.”

“No,” you whispered. “We shouldn’t.”

But then Kon was there — behind you now, his chest brushing your back, his heat seeping into your spine.

“Are we seriously doing this right now?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Because I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to touch you.”

You turned halfway toward him. He was closer than you expected. His hands hovered near your waist. He looked angry — or desperate. Maybe both.

Tim swallowed hard. “We’re not thinking clearly.”

“No,” Kon snapped. “We’ve never been thinking clearly. We’ve been dancing around this for months. Years, maybe. And now we’re locked in a room, high off our asses, and I can’t stop imagining what you’d sound like moaning my name.”

Your knees buckled slightly.

Tim caught you again, but his hands lingered too long. His fingers dug into your thighs, guiding you to sit — not just for safety anymore, but because he needed to touch you.

“You think I haven’t imagined it too?” he muttered, eyes dark under his mask. “You think I don’t feel it every time she smiles at me like I’m more than just the brain of the operation?”

You stared up at them — Kon breathing hard, Tim clenching his fists to keep from reaching.

And you felt it too.

That pull.

That hunger.

That need.

You licked your lips again. Tim’s gaze tracked the motion like prey. Kon growled low in his throat.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” Tim said softly, kneeling beside you. “But I’m so fucking tired of pretending I don’t love you.”

Kon crouched down in front of you, brushing your hair from your face. “Same here, babe. I’ve wanted you since the first time you called me out for being an asshole. You were the only one who ever saw through all the posturing.”

You swallowed, your voice barely a whisper. “Then show me. Both of you.” You didn’t need to ask twice.

Kon’s mouth crashed against yours first — all heat and hunger, the kind of kiss that left you gasping. His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips like he wanted to anchor himself, like your skin was the only thing grounding him.

Tim was slower, more deliberate — but no less intense. His hands trailed up your back as he moved behind you, lips grazing your neck as Kon kissed you breathless.

“You feel so good,” Kon growled, pulling back just enough to look down at you — your swollen lips, the dazed look in your eyes. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

You whimpered when Tim’s hands slid under your shirt, his touch far more practiced than you’d expected — as if he’d been dreaming about this for too long to not know every move he wanted to make.

“Don’t tease,” you whispered, already dizzy. “Please—”

“Not teasing,” Tim murmured at your ear. “Just taking my time. I’ve waited too long for this.”

They stripped you with care that didn’t match their urgency — fingers brushing reverent over bare skin, like they were trying to memorize every inch. But the lust was undeniable. Every movement, every touch, was fire against fire.

You ended up between them on the floor — Kon at your front, Tim behind, their mouths and hands working in tandem. Kon kissed you again, harder this time, while Tim’s lips explored your shoulder, your spine, low murmurs of praise falling from his lips like he couldn’t stop them.

“You’re perfect,” Tim whispered. “God, I’ve wanted this… wanted you…”

Kon was less poetic — but no less sincere. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he said, his breath ragged as he pushed your thighs apart. “Been holding back for so long.”

You moaned for them — arched into their hands — begged for more, and they gave it.

Everything was desperate and fast at first. Bodies grinding. Fingers tangled. Sweat-slick heat filling the air. The scent of skin and sex overwhelmed whatever else lingered in the vents.

Your voice broke between them, breathless cries of pleasure as they worshipped you in tandem — Kon’s strength, Tim’s control, both of them lost in you.

You came for them with a shudder, your body trembling as they held you — Kon kissing down your stomach, Tim pressing kisses into the crook of your neck. They weren’t done. Not yet. Not even close.

They took you again — slower this time, but just as intense.

You lost track of who was touching you where, lost in the heat of it. Kon’s voice was hoarse and reverent: “That’s it, baby… let go…” while Tim whispered, “You’re everything… always have been…”

And then — slowly — the haze began to lift.

Your head cleared.

The air felt lighter. Your skin, less flushed. The drug was wearing off.

But no one moved away.

Tim’s arms stayed locked around your waist, holding you gently, like you’d break if he let go. His lips were on your shoulder, soft now. Almost shy.

Kon leaned against your thigh, still panting, resting his forehead there like he couldn’t quite believe what just happened.

You looked between them — flushed, fucked-out, trembling — and found nothing but raw affection in their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Tim said first, voice rough. “We shouldn’t have—”

“No,” you whispered, reaching for his hand. “Don’t say that. I wanted it. I want you. Both of you.”

Kon raised his head, his usual cocky grin nowhere to be seen — just softness, something real in his eyes. “Yeah? Then maybe… maybe we stop pretending after this.”

You smiled. Exhausted, sore, glowing. Tim leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. Not a kiss of lust this time — but tenderness. Worship. And Kon kissed your shoulder as if it were sacred.

Tim’s arms stayed locked around your waist, holding you gently, like you’d break if he let go. Not out of fear — but reverence. His touch, once shaking with need, was now calm and careful. Protective. His lips ghosted along your shoulder, soft and uncertain, almost shy now, as if unsure if he had the right to kiss you without the drug thrumming through his veins.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice low, cheek pressed against your back.

You nodded against him, still catching your breath. “Yeah. Just… overwhelmed.”

He kissed the top of your spine like an apology, like a thank you, like he wanted to seal the moment in time.

Kon, meanwhile, was curled against your thigh, one arm draped lazily across your stomach. His forehead rested just above your hipbone, damp hair sticking to his temple, his chest still rising in uneven pants as he stared down at your body like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just been allowed to touch.

“Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, voice muffled against your skin. “That actually happened.”

You let out a soft laugh and reached for him, threading your fingers into his messy black hair. “Yeah,” you whispered, thumb brushing his temple, “It did.”

He nuzzled into your palm like a big cat, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m not dreaming, right? This isn’t some fucked-up mission-induced coma fantasy?”

Tim shifted behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “If it is, we’re all dreaming the same one.”

You could feel the way his heart was still racing against your back, even as the silence settled. The drug’s influence had faded, leaving behind only the truth — three best friends tangled in a mess of sweat and kisses and confessions they’d been too scared to say.

Kon looked up at you then — eyes soft, a little tired, but clearer than they’d been all night. “Hey,” he said, brushing your thigh. “You okay for real? Not just saying it?”

You nodded and smiled at him. “For real. Just sore. And maybe a little emotionally wrecked.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah. Same.”

Tim pressed another kiss to your shoulder, more sure this time. “We should get you cleaned up. Water. Blanket. Something soft.”

He moved first, rising carefully and grabbing the emergency medkit from the far wall. He took a small cloth, dampened it with the bottled water they’d packed, and came back to you, kneeling beside you like you were something sacred.

“Let me,” he said, and wiped you clean — slow, gentle strokes, not flinching once from the mess of it. You watched the concentration in his brow, the reverence in every motion. It wasn’t just care. It was love.

Kon rolled to your other side, laying on his back beside you, fingers brushing your arm as he looked up at the ceiling. “So… we gonna talk about this later? Or pretend this was a heat-of-the-moment thing and never mention it again?”

You turned your head, your fingers brushing against his. “What do you want?”

He met your gaze. No smirk this time. Just something vulnerable, open.

“I want you,” he said. “Always have.”

Tim reached for your hand and added, “Me too. We both do. And I think… I think we could make this work.”

The silence stretched as you looked between them — your heart so full it hurt. “I love you both,” you whispered.

Neither of them flinched. Tim’s hand tightened around yours, and Kon leaned in, brushing his lips over your cheek.

“Then that’s it,” Kon said simply. “We figure it out.”

Tim pulled you into his lap again, wrapping you in his arms, Kon pressing close at your side. They laid with you like that — protective, gentle, safe — until your eyes grew heavy.

And even as sleep pulled you under, you felt it: Tim’s fingers stroking your hair. Kon’s hand on your waist. Two steady heartbeats.

No more pretending. Just love — warm and real, wrapped around you like a blanket. You were no longer just teammates. You were theirs. And they were yours. No more pretending. No more holding back. Just love — messy, honest, and finally, real.

You weren’t sure how long the three of you laid there, wrapped in each other, catching your breath — hearts slowing, muscles sore, the world outside those four walls briefly forgotten.

But eventually, reality returned.

The vents hummed softly above, the red lights along the floor flickering as the compound’s emergency system remained locked in place. The mission wasn’t over — and your bodies might’ve just given in to something primal, but your minds? Still sharp. Still heroes.

Tim was the first to sit up, wincing slightly as he reached for his discarded gear. “We have to get moving. We’re not out of this place yet.”

Kon groaned from where he was sprawled on the floor, arm slung across his eyes. “God, buzzkill.”

You chuckled quietly and nudged his leg with your foot. “C’mon, Boy of Steel. Up and at ‘em.”

He cracked one eye open and gave you a lazy smile. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you or I’d make you do all the punching.”

Tim froze mid-motion, eyes flicking toward you, then Kon — like he hadn’t meant to hear that, but wasn’t going to ignore it either.

You blinked, heart skipping.

“…You said it,” Tim said softly. “Out loud.”

Kon looked briefly panicked — then exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Guess I did. Not taking it back.”

You sat up between them, pulling on your bodysuit, heart full again in a completely different way.

“Then let’s finish the mission,” you said, your voice quiet but steady. “And figure out what this means after. Together.”

They both nodded.

It only took a few minutes to get dressed again — a quiet, focused sort of calm settling over the three of you. The suits felt different now, clinging to skin still flushed with heat, muscles still aching from everything you’d just shared. But they felt right.

You moved back to the heavy steel door at the end of the corridor — the one that had slammed shut during the lockdown and trapped you all in.

Tim crouched beside the control panel, fingers dancing over the cracked screen, brow furrowed.

“Give me a minute,” he muttered. “This thing’s fried, but I can get around the secondary defenses.”

Kon stood nearby, rolling his shoulders, fists clenching and unclenching with impatience. You were used to his need for action — the way he vibrated with energy when forced to wait — but this time there was a different kind of fire in him. Protective. Urgent.

Tim’s fingers moved faster, and finally — with a quiet click — the terminal let out a defeated chirp.

“Security’s down,” he said, standing. “Your turn, Kon.”

The boy of steel grinned.

“With pleasure.”

He stepped forward, muscles tightening, and slammed a single fist into the center of the door.

BOOM.

The metal shrieked and buckled, crumpling inward with a deafening crash. Dust rained down from the ceiling, sparks flying as the door ripped from its hinges. Kon didn’t stop until the path was clear — metal twisted, torn clean through.

You and Tim stepped through first, weapons drawn, scanning the next hallway.

Clear.

Kon followed behind, brushing debris from his gloves, still glowing slightly from the force of the impact. “That felt good,” he muttered, throwing a wink your way. “Therapeutic.”

“Remind me to never piss you off,” Tim said, smirking as he checked his wrist display.

“Too late,” Kon shot back. “You hogged her.”

You snorted a laugh and pushed past them both. “I can hear you, you know.”

“I wanted you to,” Kon called after you.

Tim leaned in beside him, voice low and amused. “She’s definitely in charge.”

“Oh, yeah. No complaints.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and signaled for silence as you reached the next checkpoint. The mood might’ve lightened, but your instincts were still sharp — and the mission wasn’t over yet.

But as you pressed forward through that cold, steel corridor — flanked by the two boys who knew your body and your heart — you felt stronger than ever.

Unstoppable.

Loved.

The halls echoed with the crunch of debris under your boots as the three of you navigated back toward the extraction point. The emergency lockdown had dropped entirely by the time you hit the stairwell, thanks to Tim’s override.

But even with the mission technically finished, your boys were not on the same page.

Tim tapped away at the device on his wrist, lips thin and brow furrowed, already halfway through a post-op checklist. “We need to stop by the med bay. All of us. Just to make sure the aphrodisiac’s out of our systems. We don’t know if it left any residual neurological effects—”

“I don’t have any neurological effects,” Kon groaned, dragging his feet behind you like a sulking teenager. “I have sexually exhausted and emotionally satisfied effects. Let me sleep.”

You glanced over your shoulder at him — hair still a mess, shirt half-zipped, cheeks flushed in that way that made you very aware of what had just happened in that containment room.

“Kon,” Tim said, his tone dipping into Captain Mode. “You don’t know if your physiology metabolizes it the same way ours does. You’re half-Kryptonian—”

“And totally fine,” Kon interrupted, flopping dramatically against the wall and letting his head thunk back. “C’mon, Rob. I just had the best night of my life. Let me nap it off like a normal post-orgasmic person.”

You rolled your eyes, tried to walk forward…

But then Tim gave you the look. The please be the reasonable one here look.

You sighed. “Kon.”

“I swear if this is a team vote—”

You walked back, grabbed him by the front of his suit, and dragged him by the collar like a stubborn dog being pulled to the vet. “You’re going to the med bay, and you’re going to let them scan your brain or I will tell Clark you cried after we cuddled.”

Tim choked back a laugh, and Kon’s eyes flew wide. “You wouldn’t.”

You gave him a smug smile. “I would. I will. I should.”

“Fine,” he groaned, letting himself be yanked down the hall. “But I want a reward for being emotionally available and medically compliant.”

Tim fell into step beside you, hiding his grin behind a cough. “We’ll get you a juice box and a sticker.”

Kon perked up slightly. “Can it be a Batman sticker?”

“No,” Tim and you said in unison.

By the time you made it to the med bay, the on-duty physician was already waiting with scanners prepped. You sat on one of the observation tables, bare feet dangling, while Tim was already mid-interrogation about the compound used and its half-life, as if he hadn’t already scanned the files five times.

Kon flopped down on the table beside you, arms folded like a sulky toddler. “This is stupid. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re all—”

You reached over, ruffled his hair, and he immediately melted. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, leaning into your touch.

Tim looked over at the two of you, eyes softening.

He didn’t say anything, but the way his hand slid over yours, fingers brushing gently, said enough.

He was still worrying. He always would. But for the first time in a long time, it felt like you were all worrying together.

And in the strange, sterile quiet of that med bay, something warm settled between the three of you — even Kon, who finally leaned sideways and rested his head against your shoulder.

“I’m serious, though,” he murmured, already half-asleep. “If I wake up and this was all a dream, I’m punching something.”

You smiled, squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry,” you said softly. “I’ll remind you.”

[grandline-fics]

Hi! Can I request OP men (monster trio, Ace, Law, or anyone ur comfy with doing!) reaction to reader becoming self conscious and suddenly anxious when there are too many ppl around and they try to ground them? It could be a crowd or even members from the ship! Thank you ^^

DESCRIPTION: You’re anxious when there’s too many people around

WARNINGS:  none

CHARACTERS: Luffy, Zoro

WORDS: 1,318

A/N:  Thank you for this request. I wanted to do more scenarios with some of the other OP men but could only manage two this time. I loved this idea so there'll be a part two in the future. I hope you like what I came up with for this

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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LUFFY

Wherever Luffy goes, a crowd is sure to follow. Whether its civilians drawn to his free and infectious nature or rivals getting into his face as a challenge that he doesn’t back down from the end result is always the same; very little breathing room because of the mass of people. For the most part you were used to this constant buzz of noise and cluster of presences but tonight it was getting to be too much for you. After a long battle of fighting groups of enemies to be immediately dragged into an all out celebration, you were reaching your limit of what you could take. 

You didn’t want to be rude to the people who were grateful for you playing your part in securing their freedom and leave the conversations or festivities too early but when eyes weren’t on you, you were definitely searching for something that could allow you to disappear without drawing too much attention or cause any offence. You breathed a sigh of relief when the current civilian you were talking to left you to grab something to eat. Idly sipping at your own drink you inched further away from the main hub of people, trying to feel some sense of security in a quieter section.

Suddenly from above you heard the loud and all too familiar laughter of your Captain that was already causing an infectious smile to pull at your lips before you had even looked up. Perched high on the town’s clocktower was Luffy, using the stone lion fixture adorning the rooftop as his own personal seat to look over the entire town’s celebration. Because your weren’t amongst the crowd you were easier to spot and when he saw you smiling up at him he grinned wide. 

Immediately he launched his arm out towards you and without waiting for your response he took your arm and pulled you through the air to land safely on the roof with him. Now out from the almost suffocating crowd you finally got a moment to breathe and look down at the view of the town now far enough away for you to appreciate the atmosphere and beauty of their joy. You smiled and settled down to sit next to your Captain, finally able to relax. “So why’re you all the up here in the first place? Would’ve thought you’d have more fun down there with the people.”

“Started to get annoyed when they kept calling me a hero, all I wanted was to eat.” Luffy explained with a grin, moving his enormous hoard of food back onto his lap to continue eating. “Besides when I saw the lion up here it made me think of the Sunny.” You smiled at the simplistic answer and looked at the fixture in question. As nice as it was, it paled in comparison to Sunny. You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh which didn’t go unnoticed by Luffy. He recalled how you hadn’t be with anyone before he brought you up here. “You not having fun?”

“Not exactly.” You shrugged, unable to lie to someone so open and honest with their feelings as Luffy was. You could always trust him to listen and not dismiss your feelings. “It’s just been a lot since we landed here. The people are friendly but it was beginning to feel like I couldn’t breathe around them. It was just getting to be a bit much.”

“How do you feel now?” Luffy asked curiously, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable either. 

“A lot better, definitely like I can breathe again.” You reassured with a bright grin that Luffy returned while also reminding himself to always check on you while in a crowd like this from now on. 

ZORO

Why did you have to land on an island that was virtually a Marine base in its own right? As much as you and some of the others wanted to leave and journey to the next island, Luffy’s orders were final and he wanted to stay. Just because there were a ton of Marines stationed on this island and lived here with their families, why should he change what he wanted to do. As much as you wanted to protest your Captain you knew no amount of logic or begging would change his determination to explore freely. 

The most everyone could compromise on was the promise to keep as low a profile as possible and only engage the Marines if-and only if-your cover was blown. To ensure that disaster of a situation didn’t happen, the more level-headed members of the crew paired up with the more instinctual and chaotic members. Today you were left to walk the town with Zoro, the added element of ensuring he didn’t wander off into areas that would certainly spell trouble meant your worries were doubling. Every step you made through the streets, you swept a nervous glance around trying to keep track of anyone in a Marine uniform while also trying to pinpoint escape routes if the worst did happen.

“You need to relax.” Zoro muttered from beside you and you flinched, your already tense body coiling even tighter. You looked up at him with widened eyes. “You’re going to draw their attention and blow our cover.” At that you bristled but then panic set in and you couldn’t help but look around you again. With a sharp sigh, Zoro turned his body so he was blocking you from view and more importantly you could only look at him. “If you’re getting nervous about keeping a low profile but keep looking around the way that you are, people are going to end up taking notice and cause suspicion.” You opened your mouth to argue but you couldn’t, not when he was making sense. Still you couldn’t just relax the way he was telling you to. Zoro watched you carefully and frowned. “What’s got you so wound up anyway? What’s your biggest worry here?”

“Look around you!” You whispered. “Everyone is either a Marine or related to one. If we get caught-”

“We’ll deal with it as a crew like we always do.” Sometimes Zoro’s clear cut view of a situation was a reassurance but other times it was annoying. Dealing with a situation that could have been avoided in the first place was not what you wanted and wouldn’t necessarily work out as perfect as it would in his head. 

“I just don’t want to be the reason one of us gets hurt when fighting didn’t need to be an option.” You shrugged helplessly. You didn’t want to seem weak, especially not to someone like Zoro but you couldn’t change how you felt in that moment. “I can’t be so laidback like you, sorry.”

Zoro rolled his good eye but threw you a small smirk to show he wasn’t annoyed. Silently he took your arm and swapped your original walking position. While he managed to keep one arm lazily around your shoulder, he also managed to be just ahead of you enough that his three swords were in front of you, almost like a shield. “As long as you’re part of the crew we work together and do our part to protect each other, yeah? So until someone spots us just relax and try not to look so panicked otherwise it looks like I’m kidnapping you.” 

At that you laughed for the first time since arriving on the island and nudged his side while making no move to step out from his arm. It was strange how just being like this managed to calm you immensely. “Let’s hope Sanji doesn’t see. He’ll attack you on the spot and that’ll definitely blow our cover.”

“Yeah…would be worth it though.” Zoro grinned only to wince when you nudged his ribs a little harder. “I was kidding!” Well for the most part he was. 

[luvingjeanie]

jealousy | s.r

hey guys and gals! someone dm’d me and asked for my ops on spencer handling jealousy :) i haven’t wrote fan fics in a while but i have no problem writing stuff like this atm! i honestly just need good ideas for fan fics to get back into my groove so please if you have any ideas for stuff you’d like to see me write (no smut) go ahead and send me an ask <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ baby spence

♡ poor baby spence would hide his jealousy :(

♡ i feel that he would be too scared of the conflict that could arise from confronting you about what you or someone else did to cause his jealousy.

♡ ESPECIALLY if you weren’t in an exclusive relationship, in his mind it wouldn’t be his place to say anything :(

♡ he would become avoidant and visibly insecure

♡ “oh, no i’m okay :)(“

♡ derek would eventually get it out of him though, as he always does!

♡ when you finally find out he would be SO apologetic even though it literally isn’t his fault😭

♡ but everything would be okay the end and you guys would kiss and make up <3 and with hard-work and communication you guys both do everything to make sure this doesn’t happen again!

♡ post-revelations spence (dilaudid addicted spencer)

♡ technically still baby spence but not. he feels so much anger, confusion and guilt during this stage of his life with everything that happened with elle and gideon and now, his addiction.

♡ for the first time in his life, he reacts with anger, as we saw with emily.

♡ he’ll become snarky, and passive aggressive without ever telling you what’s made him like that in the first place.

♡ “obviously i’m fine, can’t you tell?”

♡ it will take you a lot of pushing, and a lot of little spats to actually get the cause of his upset and anger out of him

♡ but, when you get it out of him, some yelling and crying ensues. even if your interaction with whoever it was that caused him to be jealous was entirely innocent, he’ll be in denial at first but ultimately, you apologise for making him upset unknowingly and he apologises for his reaction to the situation.

♡ i imagine you’d spend the rest of the night on his comfy little sofa in his green apartment and watch a little movie with some chinese takeout, cuddling and laughing and gossiping snd whispering sweet nothings to each other.

♡ s5-9 spence

♡ he’s older, more mature, but also less scared of confrontation. i imagine he would walk up to you and whoever it is making him jealous and insert himself in the conversation literally just to be petty😭

♡ if you’re exclusive at this point an arm is 100% getting wrapped around your waist and he’s going to bring up some date night plans.

♡ “hey, we’re still going to dinner after this right? or do you just wanna stay in tonight, sweetheart? :))))))”

♡ you’re SO confused because he doesn’t really do that like, ever? and ESPECIALLY at work so you’re even more like?????

♡ when you ask he’s just like “just thought i’d see what you guys were talking about!!!😁”

♡ although, he will eventually admit himself that he was a tad jealous BUT! that he had reason to be! that guy was all over you! (even if he actually wasn’t)

♡ you guys talk it out a bit, but it’s mostly just jokes and you teasing him for getting jealous and you definitely still go out for dinner that night :)

♡ older spence (Pre-Prison)

♡ honestly, he is significantly more secure. i think a lot of people feel that spence is perpetually insecure simply because he’s awkward, but at this point in time, he KNOWS people find him attractive.

♡ awkwardness≠insecure

♡ he absolutely wouldn’t be happy that someone was flirting with you, but he isn’t going to make a scene or grow angry.

♡ he trusts you to put a stop to it with yourself

♡ and when you do (because obviously you would, why would you want some rando when you currently have the good doctor?), a proud, cheeky little smile makes its way onto his face.

♡ in all honesty, i believe he’d even make a joke or two.

♡ “oh, what about your other boyfriend?” he’d say with a little snort

♡ you’re both very secure and trusting in this relationship so there’s no need to kiss and make up afterwards, because there was never a problem in the first place!

♡ this spence would only ever grow upset if whoever it was was very obviously making you feel uncomfortable!

♡ THEN he would go crazy. as in just a tad annoyed and worried for you. he’d approach, again not causing a scene, and make an excuse to allow you both to exit the situation!

♡ post prison spence

♡ after everything, he’s insecure again.

♡ not about you, he still trusts you of course, but he feels insecure in the sense that he feels unsafe

♡ that he could lose everything in the blink of an eye, and no one would be there to bail him out this time.

♡ therapy is helping him but only so much.

♡ i feel that he would feel a mixture of anger and sadness.

♡ sadness because someone is trying to take you from him, and anger because he can’t believe someone would even TRY to take you away from him.

♡ thankfully, with age and his therapist, he knows to communicate this. so he doesn’t hide it, but that doesn’t make it any easier for him.

♡ he requires comfort, a distraction.

♡ just be with him :)

[rainbowxspooky]

shinobu x reader hcs-₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹

Guess who's back in the game ;3 I didn't think I'd have any more ideas but I remembered that I never written anything for shinobu! [Plus homegirl is my fav, queen, AND ride or die] With all that out of the way tho...let's get to it!

(ʚɞ) notes:this might be a long one...so i suggest getting comfy and cozy for this read ^v^

(ʚɞ) warnings: the only thing you have to worry about are slight spoiler warnings (if you're interested in kny watch at least season 1 to have some of the hcs make sense)

(ʚɞ) contents: headcannons

°it started small at first...

°you were assigned your first mission as a demon slayer! You had high hopes! and thought the whole thing would be nice and easyyyyy

°spoiler alert...it wasn't!

°you got your ass kicked pretty hard (don't be surprised, you may be a demon slayer but you aren't mega op or the mc)

°anyways, you got beat...and injured pretty bad...(just a small stab but that's okay!)

°as you were taken to what you assumed to be the butterfly mansion, you laid your eyes upon the insect hashira herself, shinobu kocho

°she's the one who ends up taking care of you. (lucky you😏) at first, you felt nervous and uneased

°it's not like you didn't trust shinobu, you just felt intimated and unworthy to be in the presence of someone more superior than you, she is a hashira afterall...

°luckly for you, all those worries were quickly brushed away, as shinobu has shown to be quite easy to talk to!

°she had a gentle voice and asked about your injuries in a calm manner, she didn't seem to be as scary as you thought she would be! This caused you to open up to her very quickly

°As you're in shinobu's care, you two slowly got close enough to be friends! She would ask about your homelife and how you felt being in the corps as she treated your wounds

°you would ask her questions on her experiences on being a hashira as you let her take care of you

°as you got better, you asked if you could maybe help out around the mansion! (you did this in order to get closer to her)

°At first, she was hesitate of the idea, but seeing your good nature (and puppy eyes) she figured it wouldn't hurt to have an extra hand from someone outside of the family, so she agreed!

°from then on out, you two got closer and eventually entered the dating stage!

°soooo let's talk benefits!

°all that stuff about you getting sick or getting injured (again) that won't happen on Dr. Kocho's watch!

°she'll basically treat you and your wounds to full health

°other benefits include learning about medical conditions, how the body works, and poison!

°since you basically hang out around the butterfly mansion, you would help out by getting medicine for the patients, keeping an eye on supply stock, and help the butterfly girls with cooking nutrient meals

°the butterfly girls would DEFINITELY see you as a sister! Since you help them out, they tend to look up to you as a role model of sorts (well secondary, shinobu is the first😏)

°shinobu herself would be glad to see the butterfly girls warm up to you! it's nice to know that they can have someone to talk and play with

°out of the two, you're definitely the more... "inexperienced one"

°you know what you're doing when it comes to swordplay and some of the stuff that your girlfriend taught you

°but you definitely tend to make clumsy mistakes and make yourself look like a complete fool

°don't beat yourself up tho, shinobu kinda finds this funny (more amusing, yes) but she does get a good laugh out of you and your silly "antics"

°you definitely look up to shinobu and her skills! The way she floats around gracefully like a butterfly and swings in to slay demons with ease!

°yeahhhh, you could definitely see why she's a hashira, and a talented one too

°sometimes, you would chat with shinobu as she worked on her poison for her breathing style, as well medical work

°she didn't seem mind at times but you could definitely tell she was focused on her work

°if you somehow manage to master the art of ✨️poison✨️ she may let you help her with making the poison! (That's a maybe though)

°she would probably call you dear or hun from time to time (after awhile it ends up becoming a habit of hers)

°whenever she was downtime, shinobu would invite you for tea at her mansion! as you two sip cozy tea, both of you would either share your demon hunting stories, troubles, or gossip about the latest drama in the corps😏

°As you two get closer, there would definitely be some kind of connection made

°maybe you two would walk around hand in hand, or maybe you would take her out into the village to look around to people watch and window shop

°or maybe...you two would sit down to gaze upon the moonlight and open up about your troubles...with you and your feeling of being unfit for demon slaying..and her with the death of her beloved sister...

°shinobu never really opened up about her sister...or anything really

°she was always hard to get personally close to despite her seemingly being as ease

°you know she's hiding something. You know she's hiding her pain and anger

°and despite how scary her pain may look...you never turn away

°you always reach out, hold her hand gently and rub your thumb on her soft yet pale skin as a way of saying...

°"it's okay, I know it's hard but no matter what, I'm always here for you, kocho"

°this...makes her smile

°genuinely smile

°shinobu knows it's kinda foolish of her to think but one day...when muzan is slayed and the demon are no more...that you two would settle down and bask in each other's company

°maybe even raise a family of their own with the butterfly sisters

°live happily in peace...

°"foolish fantasy" she thought...but she had hope!

°because by the end...she would still be with you, till the end~₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹

[legyt]

Reading Transformers (2009) #22

Ironhide telling Optimus that him and Megatron should hav a proper talk, even offering to do it instead cuz Optimus has been "putting it off" is hilarious to me.

(I jumped straight to #22, so idk what came before this but I have some inkling based on the dialogues, I will probbly read the rest at a later time)

bro.... the fact that these mfers had bets on that is crazy

Optimus sitting with his arms on his legs, leaning forward as he stares down Megatron. Who is sat and laid-back, leg up on a knee with his hands up behind his head is just. Wow.

He rly said, "aight this is gonna b a long chat might as well b comfy"

HAHHAHAHAH I FORGOT ABT THIS

Megatron did not in fact look him in the eye and told Optimus he wants it ended.

Also, Swindle taking the lead would just b a rly funny thought tho. Cant say much on the guy since I only know a few things abt him (gotta check out the Combaticons and deep dive into their characters someday)

And I oop-

A part of me agrees with Prowl, cuz lik its Megatron, pretty big deal. But at the same time, the more rational part of me agrees with Bumblebee(?).

Big man said privacy, shut the door and pulled down the curtains but forgot to mute, and yall took that as a go to eavesdrop?

But aside from that, thats one way to say that anytime OP is within the vicinity of Megatron hes compromised and is doubted on whether he can b trusted to make the right decision. Which is CRAZY 🙉

And then he yells at them to gtfo when Hot Rod(?) points out that they were gettin a little too chummy during their 1 on 1 private chat (not so private since there were others listening in). Which. Okay. They kinda were, thats true.

Cuz they b talking abt morality, Megatrons whole... thing, when they first met, and them maiming each other in the battle field...

LITERALLY THEY EVEN HUFFED A LAUGH AT EACH OTHER AS THEY REMINISCE ABT IT

ahem

Anyways... this is my second TF comic, so imma hold off on saying anything big, but so far so good. Or as good as u can b when reading TF Comics where nothing and no one is ever happy apparently 🗿

(My first TF comic was TF Skybound, which just, it was just miserable all around. Ppl and bots were dying, they fcking killed Ratchet, they keep disrespecting Soundwave, Shockwave grinded whales for some fcking reason, Skywarp became an attachment to the Ark ship, Starscream got attached to a fcking tank and... haah...... 🤦‍♀️

Suffice to say, there was lik, 2 good things that I took from Skybound and its that "fck yes I agree, Astrotrain, kick Megatron in the ass" and "Beachcomber, u are now an addition to characters i lik, plsdontdie"

[aevyk-ing]

Watching the making of Wish

-Patting their backs for reusing animation as an homage. Like yeah, it’s nice, there’s work behind that, but it’s the way they say it, like: “We’ve worked hard! Trust us!” We know animation is hard and the problem with Wish was never the animation.

-I didn’t know Sabino was based on Roger from The Aristocats. I love Roger, he’s delightful. Poor Sabino just looks bland in comparison.

-They say Asha has her good and bad traits (which isn’t true) and is so brave to go against what she has believed her whole life. I've seen that done way better and with actually compelling characters.

-“She has to balance being a good friend and family member to speaking the truth and I think we can all relate to that” Well… nope. All those things can be different things. And both your friends and family should help you or at least listen to you.

-Saying that the “I want” song explains how the character is, like… duh.

-Well, yes, Ariana DeBose did great with what she was given.

-So Asha has freckles because some people of North Africa and Southern Spain have freckles… what? Any skin color can have freckles. And I can’t talk about North African people but Andalusian aren’t quite freckled (yes, that’s the name of Southern Spain). Also, I never saw her as mixed. She totally follows more of her mother’s culture. That’s why I don’t like her calling her father’s father saba. Her mother’s father would be her saba and her father’s father her abuelo.

-I love Bill Schwab’s designs, he’s a great artist. But he was only told Asha’s age, race and height. Which yeah, it’s important, but for designing a character you should think about their personality too, because that also translates into their features, hairstyle, clothes and mannerisms. We still don’t know anything about Asha. Is she shy? Likes comfy clothes? No, wait, she’s adorkable.

-They talk about Disney Princess gowns using elements from the current period where they were made (something quite interesting) but they just put the Modern twist in Asha’s hairstyle. Like, what were you afraid of?

-Maybe I’m reading too much into this, but Schwab’s just did his job with a model sheet and that was the ONLY reference they had for animating Asha for a while. Then one of them used his daughter as inspiration and then Ariana came with lots of ideas. They didn’t know how Asha moved for the longest time! Their lead character!

-They say Asha is pure energy, which is… somehow correct? Like she’s just awkward and making those weird moves and trying to be cute and funny. The movie is done and nobody knows yet who the heck is Asha as a character.

-Apparently, Asha has details of pumpkin seeds all over her clothes and she’s wearing periwinkle because of the idea of making her THE Fairy Godmother. I still think she looks better in orange.

-Seeing the voice acting outtakes was good. But now I wish the Bland Dwarfs looked more like the actors. All of them have interesting features that could have been implemented in the designs instead of making them clones of the Encanto family and the mother from Strange World.

-The first deleted scene is after Sabino retrieves his wish and he sings a song. I would have put it in the end as a farewell song with everyone joining it.

-"The Wish equation" is to have a true wish, be responsible of it and… finding support? Fight for it? Exclude fear? Accept change? What are we even talking about? A dream career?

-They say the FG gave Cinderella the dress but couldn’t make the Prince fall in love with her, so she was supporting her! Like… Cinderella just wanted to go to the ball. BAM, there you go, a new dress, WISH GRANTED. Cinderella’s wish wasn’t to make the Prince fall in love with her, she didn’t even know him yet!

-“Music happens when you’re too overwhelmed with emotion.” This clip plays AFTER a snippet of "Welcome to Rosas". I guess Asha was too overwhelmed with being late. That shouldn’t have been a song, she should have told us about Rosas in the book opening.

-They wanted it to be like a fairytale and then hired a pop composer. Like the director says she grew up with the Disney Renaissance Era. Which used Broadway music!

-They talked about this earlier but “This wish” was the song that helped them write the movie, just like "Let it go" made them rewrite Frozen. So you can tell they didn’t have much to work on, maybe an idea: “Hey, just do a fairytale about wishes for our anniversary.”

-The songwriter was so overwhelmed with the commission she had to reach a friend to help her.  Maybe because nobody actually knew what the movie was about? But hey, she’s the youngest to ever write a Disney OST.

-You know? The more I hear “This wish” the more I’m sure it’s the best song of the entire soundtrack.

-Hey, I know that guy in the archive! I’ve seen this clip before!

-I’m just hearing they didn’t know what the heck to do and dived into the archive for inspiration. I like the idea that they studied the greatest artists for some scenes, but sadly, all that is lost in the movie. They scenes are too short to appreciate the animation, but A+ for effort.

-They thought doing a fairytale illustration style was difficult to do… in 3D. Just don’t do it in 3D! Also, I don’t think it’s that difficult, Blue Eyed Samurai did something great.

-The composition is interesting and the backgrounds too, but the characters look quite bad.

-The illustration style led to the backgrounds (and everything) being in focus, which I think it also makes the movie look weird. Look at any old painting: the background is less detailed than the main focus (less brush strokes). They could have gone that direction. The backgrounds of Wish are too detailed a lot of the times and always in focus, so it’s distracting.

-BTW, most of this is: “We did this like in this movie, that like in that movie…” but, what’s original? What makes Wish its own movie?

-They talk about lines like lineart in animation, which we’ve seen it masterfully in Spiderman. But here is so subdued it doesn’t add anything.

-“Wouldn’t it be great to have a warmer climate than the one we’re used in fairytales?” Yeah, because there’s snow in Encanto and Hercules. Also, nothing tells us that’s a warmer climate. Google “Andalusia”, please. There’s flowers in bright colors everywhere, white houses, narrow streets and people, just a lot of loud and happy people. That’s Southern Spain for you all.

-At least with Frozen we CAN TELL it’s Norway. Here, there’s nothing that says SPAIN. Give us people eating serrano ham or tortillas, maybe put a bull around there, have them drink wine from botijos and play guitars!

-Again with the “this was based on this”. Rosas was inspired by The Sleeping Beauty: Germany and France. That’s a whole different architectural design! There’s no verticality as main focus in Mozarab architecture, is all about curves.

-“So it’s your fault.” Yeah, that doesn’t sound fun. I have the feeling you’re not telling a lot of things.

-You know, another Fantasia would have been great. Maybe one with all the Disney characters.

-This is now about the story of Disney, so yeah, padding. Also, way to use “At all costs” in the background. We don’t want to remember what you’ve done in the past, we just want you to tell a good story again.

-This should have been the beginning, the “wish upon a star” that put Wish in motion.

-It was going to be about the origin of the wishing star?

-“Return of Disney villain” Hahahahahahah…

-They didn’t know how bad Magnífico could be and made him do mean stuff like smashing Sabino’s guitar (they called it a guitar here).

-Also, apparently he was going to be shirtless in a scene. Like, you know, a Disney villain.

-We don’t watch him BECOME a villain, we watch a magic book CONTROL him!

-“With "This is the thanks I get" I was like, oh, yeah, we have a narcissist.”, so they didn’t know anything about Magnífico until the song was written! That’s why he doesn’t act like a narcissist much until that song and why the mirror ending felt rushed.

-“When Chris Pine came in I was like: that’s it, that’s the character.” Because they didn’t even had designed it? Like, that’s literally him!

-He did give it all to that song.

-Magnífico was an alchemist?

-“We didn’t want people to know he was evil right away.” Every poster and article: “Disney’s new villain, everybody!”.

-“Makes him more dangerous the quieter he is.” Magnífico in the end battle: eyes fully open, screaming, laughing.

-Oh, Star, here we go. He was going to be pure energy as well… just like Asha! Yeah, we were robbed. BTW, he’s not like Genie or Maui. Maui and Genie aren’t even the same!

-He could have been a fantastic creature as well. And all those designs look crazily fun. But also that’s the kind of exploration you do at the beginning of the production, not in the middle. Unless someone meddles…

-Someone went out to design different sparkles for Star but I could only see it being adorkable. Focused on the face so the sparkles weren’t even noticeable.

-“…they put their personality on it (Star)” Yeah, because none of these characters had any personality… nor have it now that the movie is done.

-People being made of stardust is one of the most beautiful scientific facts. “You are a star” is the worst song in the movie. No wonder it took so long to write.

-Nope, Doc was a leader. Dalia is just there… talking. Of course she’s a way to get the medal of  “we put a disabled character” but at least she has more personality than Asha.

-BTW, just saw the Story Artist wearing a pin with a Pride flag in the shape of a Mickey.

-“She’s just a young woman, going with her life.” “And succeeding.” Yeah, representation is good, but it’s better if you’re not talking about how good you are for doing it.

-Also, we have mixed-race representation, older people with dreams representation, etc. but hey, that girl has a crutch, we’re cool.

-“Animals in Disney have to be smarter than people.” Why? Just why? And also, Valentino is no way smarter than any of the other characters. So why say that?

-“(Alan Tudyk) He pretty much made the whole character.” Yeah, because it looks like nobody had any idea of how these characters were.

-“Inspiration can came from anywhere.” You just COPY-PASTED the ideas of others.

-“Everybody has seen me crying in the studio.” For a good or bad reason?

-Ending with a Walt quote proclaiming they always do their best job… huh…

-“It served the story better to have Amaya as a good person.” Yeah, nope. It made no sense for her to switch sides so easily.

-Sabino dying would have been such a strong way to start the story. Him stealing Asha’s diary… yep, not good.

-Reinforcing my theory that Disney wanted to move away from shapeshifters after the Nimona fiasco.

-Looks like they gave the chaotic energy Star was going to have to Valentino.

-Making any other animal talking surely was a mistake. What’s with the sassiness?

-Dalia wasn’t called like that?! BTW, the writers were so proud of her clutch not being mentioned but, in the deleted scene, it’s the first thing they do. Twice.

-“When you’re underestimated, they don’t see your power coming until it changes the world.” Whoa, just whoa. Disney writers, everybody.

-LOL, the deleted scene with the animals is so bad. But Magnífico was going to transform into a Beast, so… kinda interesting?

Here's the link, BTW.

And congratulations if you read this all. If you're interested, here are my own Wish rewrites: 1, 2.

[muttgrowls]

dark desire, tainted bliss.

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[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 5

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: implied teen pregnancy, Jensen being a sweetheart, plus sized reader body issues, Things continue to heat up

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters.

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As you opened your room door you looked at your phone. 6 missed calls from y/f/n and 10 texts. “Oh great, I forgot to call her back last night.” You immediately called her back and as soon as she answered the phone you quickly said “Oh my god, y/f/n I am so sorry I forgot to call you. I was incredibly busy and it slipped my mind.” “Well y/n it better have been a good reason. I’ve been worried sick.” She said. “Did you end up going to karaoke?” “Yes I did, and I sang a song with Jensen. His voice is even more beautiful in person.” “So, y/n tell me everything.” She said with excitement in her voice. You started at the beginning and you told her how it felt like a magnet was pulling you to him. You could hear her giggle as you continued telling her about everything. Well maybe not every single detail, but enough to make her squeal with delight. “So are y’all just fuck buddies or something else?” She said after you finished. “God, y/f/n crude much?!?” “I don’t know what we are right now. I just know when I’m with him I feel safe, loved and protected. I feel like I’ve known him for years. I can’t explain it. Trust me, once I know I’ll let you know.” You told her. After talking for a few minutes you told her you needed to get ready for the panels and photo ops. You both said your goodbyes with you promising to text or call her later.

You changed into your Radio Company t-shirt, grabbed your flannel and finished off your outfit with your comfy shoes. You fixed your hair into a messy bun and put on light makeup. One last look and you were headed out the door passes for the day in hand. The anticipation of the day gave you butterflies. You wondered how Jensen would act towards you and since Jared saw you how would he be towards you.

The first panel was with Jared, Jensen and Misha. You took your seat on the 2nd row on the far right. You were in the first seat and could see the stage clearly. The guys were introduced and took to the stage. Deafening applause and screams filled the room. They sat down on their chairs, of course Jared turned his around. You saw Jensen scanning the crowd looking for you. When he made eye contact with you he smiled. You smiled and bit your lip. He bit his bottom lip and licked his lips. Jared noticed and smiled, tipping his head to you. He leaned over to Misha and whispered something to him that caused him to look your direction and smile. He gave Jensen a playful slap on his arm with a big grin on his face. Jensen blushed a little. You thought he was absolutely adorable with slight pink cheeks.

The panel started with the guys talking and cracking jokes. The crowd was in the palm of their hands. These guys really love their fans and know how to really work the crowd. You hardly took your eyes off Jensen. He was breathtaking and so sweet answering questions about any and everything people asked him. You decided to jump in line to ask a question before Jensen turned back your way. He saw you weren’t in your seat and you saw his face fall a little. The next question came from the other side of the room so Jensen turned to listen and answer the question. Your turn was next. Your heart was racing and you had no idea what you were going to ask, so you decided to wing it.

You took the microphone and when Jensen saw you he started smiling. Jared and Misha both grinned. Jared said hello first followed by Misha and then Jensen. You said “hey guys! My name is y/n it’s really great to meet you three.” Jared said “hello y/n I’m Jared, that’s Misha and the goof down there is Jensen.” You giggle when Jensen whips his head around and said “oh I’m the goofy one?!?” Everyone started laughing. You looked at Jensen and said “um my question is for Jared” giving Jensen and smile a wink while Jared starts laughing and says go on. You ask him “Since he was Deans little brother, if he could pick the perfect girl for Dean what would her personality be and would it be similar to someone he would approve of for Jensen? Why or why not?” Jared said “Well y/n I’m glad you asked that question. Hmm the perfect girl for Dean would be very similar to the perfect girl for Jensen. They would have to be strong willed, loving, family oriented, could cook and put up with his moods .” “So let me ask you something, y/n. Are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?” He asked you wiggling his eyebrows. Jensen spoke up and said “well obviously she’s a Dean girl because she wanted to know about his perfect girl.” He said smiling at you. “You looked between the both of them and smiled then said “Well, actually I’m a Cas girl.” Everyone erupted in laughter. Jared and Misha both jumped up to hug you. Jared grabbed you and pulled you into a hug and whispered “so glad to finally meet you officially.” Misha hugged you and said “I knew I was going to like you.” Jared jumped back on stage and said “best answer ever!” You thanked them and took your seat looking at Jensen and you’re both smirking at each other.

Before the end of the panel one of the staff members came over and tapped you on the shoulder. “Ma’am, Mr Ackles would like you to join them in the green room. If you could please follow me.” You grabbed your stuff and got up to follow her. She took you behind a curtain and into a room with seating, food and drinks. There was also a tv that showed the current panel. A few minutes later the panel was done and the guys were walking off the stage. The next thing you knew the door was opening with Jared, Jensen and Misha walking in. They all greeted you with hello’s and smiles. Jensen walked up to you and took you in his arms. He hugged you and backed away. You leaned in for a kiss and he said “oh I thought you were a Cas girl?” You playfully hit his chest and he softly kissed your lips. “Awwwww” Both Jared and Misha said at the same time. Jensen shot them a smirk and put his arm around you. You all sat around talking and getting to know each other. All the guys showed you recent pictures of their kids and they talked about how fast they were growing. You showed pictures of your kids and talked about how they have both grown up too fast. Your oldest is in their 20s and your youngest is almost 18. Everyone looked at you and said there was no way you had a kid in their 20s. You laughed and said “I started early.” Jensen sat staring at you and you were worried you just blew it with him. Yes he has kids, but they weren’t teenagers yet. You kinda held your breath until Jared and Misha got up to leave and told Jensen and you they would give y’all a few minutes alone before Jensen was due for his next thing.

When the door closed you looked at Jensen who was still staring at you. He whispered to you “I kinda like the idea of a MILF.” He growled in your ear and you were on each other like a couple of teenagers. You were panting and hands roaming over each other. Deep passionate kisses and Jensen leaving love bites down your neck. His lips were intoxicating and his touch was electric. You knew you couldn’t get too hot and heavy but damn did your body crave him. Between kissing and heavy petting you told him he needed to get ready for the next thing. You didn’t want him to be late. He kept kissing you and finally pulled himself away. “You know I just realized I don’t have your number.” Jensen said with a chuckle. You smiled and gave him your number then said “well I think we had more pressing things on our minds.” He texted you and you saved his number under “J” just in case someone saw your phone. You didn’t have a clue what this was between you two and you really didn’t know how to explain it yet. Keeping this between you two right now was the best decision for both of you. With one last kiss you both sighed and left the green room. He went to his photo ops and you went to get in line. You were looking forward to getting the pictures done and hopefully seeing Jensen later tonight.

Part 6 soon

[bisluthq]

https://www.tumblr.com/bisluthq/755362343191461888/but-idk-travis-just-gives-me-the-vibe-of-someone?source=share

That's not what I meant. OP was saying that Travis is emotionally mature and if she wrote the Lover line, he would do this and that and that. I was trying to say that I think when things were good and he was very much a simp for her Joe also did the same stuff. This due to things Taylor said and sang. I don't agree with you that he never did anything or tried to change. I think in the beginning he tried to make her comfortable and attend to her needs as much as he could. She had high defenses and he tore them down, took her under his wing etc. I also think Taylor was extra cautious when it comes to trusting people.

I also believe that maybe with time he wasn't as patient anymore or keen to do what she wanted him to do. For whatever reason. And it's hard to talk about this when we don't know what exactly bothered her in his behaviour (She never outright told us he was maybe very physical or a hugger with women or that he needed more boundaries or something like that), what he did in response or what she wanted out of him.

Do you really think she told him a lot of times she felt jealous and insecure and he said let it go, you're being silly and nothing else. And she was ok with that for years? Because I don't. Like I said I think where things were good, he was like whatever what do you want to me do then and did it. And when things weren't so good he was like ok Taylor I am not doing that. We have been together for years, I trust you and I hope you can do the same for me because otherwise this doesn't work

mmmm idk because the jealousy theme is on EVERY album about Joe. Whatever he did, it didn’t help or do much. As you say, we don’t know what precisely he was doing that was bothering her - whether it’s just very close friendships (we know he’s got a lot of close female friends), whether he gets physically comfy with women (I also think that’s likely because we’ve seen him very physically comfy with all his friends), but whatever was bothering her didn’t meaningfully get fixed in the six and a half years. He clearly kept telling her it’s nbd and she kept trying to believe him but given that line in SLL like… no it’s something that bothered her from 2016 all the way through to 2023 tbh? And maybe it was just a fundamental incompatibility idk. Like again to relate it to myself, I NEVER worried about my ex cheating and she never worried about me cheating (even when we broke up and I did see someone else like she told me she doesn’t want to know about it or care that much). I *do* worry about my current partner and he worries about me. We’re making a lot of changes to try and like… demonstrate that we are making meaningful changes idk?

[alwayswasagoodthief]

OP Requested reposts, not reblogs. I'm combining Modern AU Abigail and Canon Abigail: D&D classes 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww hi guys :)))

Ah she comes in and doesn't know what's going on ://

Ayy of course lol never enough bling

Oop o.o

Uh ohhh

Aaand she knows as soon as she said that xdd

Oh gosh D:

Yeah that's definitely not fair :(((

Okay well that's not helping anyone Hen 😭😭

😬😬 I mean I get it Karen but there is nothing she can do in her defense :((

Gosh DD:

Lol no they didn't xdd

(well she will be there 💀)

Ope?

Buck xD

Aww hi guys :)))

AWWW stopppp look at them 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥰❤️

STOPPP I love them :')))

Aww he's there to take care of him :'D

LOL the mom-ing him is crazy 💀

Five more minutes xDD

Buuuck it'll be okay

Oh gosh that does sound rough 😭

Tommy just getting comfy xD so real lol

Oof o.o poor guy

Ope o.o hopefully it doesn't get the rest of the 118 😬 xdd

True though Tommy lol

Honeyy :(( it'll be okay xd

Tommy said goodnight 😴

He was listening though :) xD

Just get some rest and stop stressing Buck <33

Ooop so real lol

Aww that's sweet :)))

OPE?

OHHH THE BOILS I BET LOL

Tommy's reaction XDD 😭

So real

Camera avoiding his face xDD the drama lol

Ah yeah easier than getting up

OOOF YEP 😭😭 The boils xdd

LOL Tommy xD

I mean I do think boils is a logical conclusion given what he was talking about lol

XDD Eddie here too

Need to gather the council 😔😌😌

Okay true

Well idk that it would've been the pumpkin xd like could have been

Tommy xD like ?? bro there's your answer

Nahh yeah exactly

Idk what it was, maybe it is a curse lol Buck, but idk xD

Fair point!!

Oof, that's rough Tommy xD

Poor guy

Aww Buck 😭

Tommy likes "😳 uhhh-"

Poor guy trying his best xD classic boyfriend fumble 😔😔

Yeah, Eddie would know :))

He's probably wrong but trust him anyway <33

Nahh I doubt that

Awww at least she can talk to them :'DD

Ope

LOL good advice Hen

AWWW Jee :'DD

Ahh right she's Toto, that's what I meant earlier but forgot lol

Aww 🥰🥰

Oop o.o

O O F ROUGH 😳😳

Sorry honey xdd

Chim like 😬😬

OOF sorry Buck 😭

I knew it though xdd

LOL the five is crazy xDD

Idk if that'll be helpful lol, I doubt it'll last long enough

Awww :'))

It's rough honey :((

UAH

Oh lol it's a costume

Sir what xD

Loll the drama

Anyway

Hi Josh :)!!

LOL the timer is crazy xDD

Oh gosh D:

It'll live bestie

Bestie 😑😑

Oop-

LOL the whole fire department xd

Ahh gosh

Bobby like mhm. ah. Okay let's go!!

SLFKDS xD

LOL the clown car XDD

Lolll

The music too xD

XD scaring firefighters is crazy

LOL Chimney xdd sorry bud (probably sad he's not with Jee)

Girl xdd it'll be okay lol

Oop- XDDD

Poor guy

LOL Eddie and his bets xdd

Oh gosh D:

Why did you eat it bestie xdd

LOL the clowns xDD

OOF doing him dirty 💀💀 XD

My guy 🙄🙄

Okay that sucks, deal with it later

OH MY GOSH WAIT WHAT

Sir o.o chill

Yeah exactly D:

Oh gosh

OH NO THERE THEY ARE

OHHHH NOO THAT'S WAY WORSE DRIVING THAN I THOUGHT

Ohh noo

CRAP

Oh no 😭😭😭😳

[potahun]

sorry op for putting this in the reblog part but i love this scene for a distinctive reason and had to babble:

i've been saying how i love that ZTT, despite its nature as a "slice of furuya's life" spin-off, actually does have a "progression", namely, a furukaza relationship progression; you see kazami going from tense to relaxing and open/confident, and furuya gradually including kazami in more and more aspects of his life (until they're joining enomoto sugihito's rugby team in their free time what the hell)

but this is still fairly on in the series and even then, kazami was showing an unbelievable amount of relaxation by 1) asking furuya questions about why he's doing things when it's none of his business; and 2) by saying out loud, without thinking "you're having...vaccinations done....at a veterinary clinic..." (which. hello. how else is furuya supposed to take it) He's NOT controlling his words or his face, and it unwittingly reveals one (or both) of two things:

a) kazami does trust in furuya a great deal without being fully conscious of it. he's relaxed on a subconscious level enough that he's not monitoring himself and gives candid reactions. in fact, i think furuya's response here only serves to confirm to him that it's safe. because furuya fires back right away and there are no consequences to it. in the long run, and we see it in ch.51 with grumpy kazami going "mattaku..." (sheesh) at furuya, kazami only grows more relaxed, and this tiny interaction is one of those things that can set furuya in his eyes as someone who will tell him directly if something's wrong, scold him if necessary, but to whom he can speak in confidence.

b) it's a testimony that kazami's personality is one that is rather candid and spontaneous, who doesn't really hide his thoughts as much as furuya. and isn't that a breeze for furuya, that this is his liaison... it's not like poirot, where his own persona is a mask so he has to put a blanket on all personal information. here, he has to give at least parts of his real self away and rely on kazami to save his skin sometimes, and isn't it just a breeze of fresh air that this person on whom he has to rely is someone he can read, who is bad at hiding his emotions, who is open... (and trusts in him!!!)

as a tangent: ZTT doesn't deal too much with how furuya feels about this side of kazami, but there is a lot to infer from the smiles that he gives when he finds kazami having a comfy moment (finding kazami asleep in his own bedroom with a doggy toy in hand? kazami asleep in his passenger seat? the curry moment (anime only) where he chuckles at him?) and the fact that...he replies in kind by giving pieces away of himself that he doesn't need to. even here, he's giving the grumpy bite back instantly. in ch. 33 he spends time clearing kazami's doubts about something that really, really wasn't kazami's business to start with. in ch. 20, he honestly replies to kazami that he's looking at his watch because he's going to play a game later (and asks kazami not to tell his PSB colleagues, meaning, he's okay to tell kazami the truth, but it's not something he's proud of. even so, he tells kazami the truth). this is the same guy who will ^^ his way out of every personal question as amuro "you like bread amuro-san?" "why do you think this ^^?" (has not answered the question). so it's really the small things that reveal that furuya does appreciate kazami's openness with him: he responds to it in kind

so it's a tiny tiny interaction, but it really packs so many implications and i love it

also yeah, it is hilarious. furuya is somewhat aware that he's rabid. great to know

Hfskdhskhdks

[happyhealthycats]

Hi there! I hate to be a bother to you, but I wanted to share a kitty success story I think you might enjoy!

I rescued a cat from a not so great household a few years ago, and I still remember the day I got her home she was just so scared. The poor thing was covered in fleas and bruises and all fluffed up in her carrier on the ride home. One of the main things I noticed when I got her home was that she was incredibly shy about food. She would startle if any loud noises occured while she was eating her kibble, and she would refuse treats and actively avoid human food even when bites of it were offered to her (never at the dinner table, because that sets bad habits, but as treats later in the day). It became obvious that food was one of her big triggers, and so I made it my personal mission to make her comfortable knowing that I would never hurt her even if she did act up and steal things. My first order of business was to offer her some treats beside her kibble, alternating them to see what she liked and disliked (apparently she has an affinity for seafood and turns her nose up at steak) and then leaving the room while she ate. That seemed to do the trick, and gradually she became more accepting of treats offered to her, even willing to eat with me present and eventually directly from my hand. Needless to say her palate has expanded greatly over the years she's been with me, and while she still sometimes has reservations about eating treats with me watching, she's become a lot more bold. No more is the skittish kitty who freezes at loud noises and slinks around the house, for now I often find her hanging out on the couch (a place she previously avoided like the plague) and sticking her face in bowls of greek yogurt left unattended for too long. I honestly can't bring myself to be cross with her for the latter action, though, because it's proof of just how far she's come in terms of trusting people and showing her colourful personality. Plus, for my efforts I've learned that she's quite the cuddle bug! She insists on sleeping in my bed every night, or at the very least on one of her other perches in my room if I'm moving too much in my sleep. She may be a bit of a troublemaker now, but I'd rather have a prissy kitty than a scardey cat.

Here's some photos of the little lady herself! Lumi!

This one was taken right after she stole $2 from my wallet. She looks so pleased with herself, for a cat who has no use for money. It was a good photo op, though! (even if the background is messy because I was rearranging)

This photo was taken about a week after she came home! She still looks a little skittish here, but the fact that she's willing to sit on the console stand to smell the flowers speaks volumes about her progress. She really likes flowers, so whenever I get them I make sure to out then where she can reach. (She's not in any danger of poisoning, because she has no interest in eating them. She just likes sniffing 'em)

Here she is hanging out in her second favourite place in the house; my bed! She prefers sitting on pillows, so she has a side of the bed all to herself. This time she decided my pillow was more comfy, though.

I have a million more photos of her to share, but I'll avoid making this ask too long. Sorry if I'm rambling, by the way! I have a fever at the moment so I'm kind of incoherent, but I just really need to tell people about my cat-

I just gotta say (mostly to cover my own ass) keep in mind cats can still get sick from the pollen of certain flowers, so they're still dangerous even if the cat's not prone to eating them. Great story! I'm happy you were able to have so much progress!

[wonderwhump]

wonderwhump / november_1 fanfiction list

Hi guy's I hope you're all doing fine :)

This is a list of my fanfics. I'm a huge fan of reading and also writing fanfiction of all kinds of fandoms. My AO3 name is november_1.

If you like, check my them out. They are all whump stories with various degrees of emotional and physical whump. If anything triggers you, please check out the tags before reading.

I'm happy about any feedback you might give me. Kudos and comments make my day (yeah, I'm desperate and attention seeking 🤣 But aren't all writers...)

I will add to this list as I write more stories.

FANDOM: Jedi Fallen Order / Star Wars

Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground

After Zeffo, after barely escaping Ordos Eris with his life, Cal is hurt. Physically, but also mentally. He should have listened to his master's words. "Trust in the Force alone." Now he's paying the price for letting his guard down and people in - and this stupid, childish notion that anybody might care about him in this vast universe.

A Cal Kestis whump story.

Endings and Beginnings

An explosion on Bracca and Cal and Prauf are in the thick of it. Hurt and comfort ensue…

FANDOM: Slow Horses

Operation Escapegoat

The force of the impact spun River around, slamming him backward into a tree, his back pressing into the rough bark. Then came the pain—a sharp, blinding sensation radiating from the point of impact.

The clamour from a few seconds ago had come to an abrupt halt. A brutal silence settled over them, broken only by a quiet, “Shit.” Blinking a few times to steady himself and grasp reality, River looked down. “You … you shot me!” he gasped.

FANDOM: Lockwood & Co.

The dread of undying love

Lucy had been keeping a close eye on Lockwood for days. Something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yet. He was quiet. And pale. Big dark circles under his eyes. She knew something was wrong, but he didn’t talk about it. Of course he didn’t.

Will Lucy and George find out what's going on and be able to help their friend before it's too late?

A Lockwood & Co whump story with lots of angst and pain but also friendship and some undeniable more-than-friends-tension between Lockwood and Lucy.

FANDOM: Chicago PD / Chicago Med

Duty & Obligation

“You want what?!” Voight’s voice came loudly from the office. Way quieter, but loud enough to understand, Halstead said “I need a few days off, Sir, because-“ But Voight didn’t listen. “Are you kidding me, Halstead?! You fuck up the op, let Harris get away and the next day you have the audacity to come in here and ask me for a few days off? What for? Too stressful for you around here? Need a holiday or some relaxing spa days while we are trying to fix your fucking mistakes? Are you out of your mind?”

Jay Halstead is having a tough time. But nobody knows just how tough...

The wrong son

A party. An argument. A car crash. And a dead brother...

Lots of angst and emotional whump for a young Jay Halstead.

Survivor

"What are you supposed to do when somebody calls you out of the blue one beautiful summer evening and tells you, that your husband is missing?"

This story is set some months after 10x3. Jay and his team are captured on a mission in Bolivia. What will happen to them? Will they get out alive?

Brothers

Jay and Will Halstead take a car trip together. It doesn't go that well...

I'll give it to someone special

Jay is out Christmas shopping. But the day doesn't go as planned.

Into the abyss

They find Jay in his apartment, unconscious, unresponsive... dying. Pills and alcohol. A suicide attempt obviously. But was it really?

A week of bad luck

It was one of those days you wish you just hadn’t gotten up at all. That you’d just have turned over in bed, pulled up the sheets over your head and ignored the world out there. It had been a whole week of those days for Jay Halstead and he desperately wished to be able to crawl back into the safety of his comfy bed and hide from the world.

But the world had some more bad luck from him in store.

Life and Death and Baseball

Jay gets injured during a Baseball game. But that's just the beginning and the day gets from bad to worse rather unexpectedly.

Camping is fuckin' dangerous, man!

Jay stumbles into the bullpen and collapses to the ground unconscious. He's seriously injured and drugged up to his eyeballs. Everybody thought he was out in the woods camping and fishing for the last week... But did he even get there? What happened to Jay and who did this to him?!

The bar fight

A good looking stranger steps in to protect a woman in a bar.

Sacrifice

It was Jay's fault that they were in this mess. Now he'd do anything to protect his unit. Even if it meant torture and death...

Pain & Purpose

"The mornings were the worst. The nights were pretty bad too, to be honest. But the mornings made him feel so lost, like he had forfeited the grip on the world. Like the world, and Jay in it, had lost all meaning."

Jay Halstead is a broken man - physically and mentally - when he returns from the war in Afghanistan as the only survivor of his unit. How will he deal with the pain and the trauma?

Remember me

Hailey is 37 weeks pregnant and she and Jay are excited and happy to be parents soon. But one day they are kidnapped right off the street... and suddenly happiness turns into fear, pain, suffering and despair... What will happen to Jay and Hailey and their unborn baby girl? Will they survive this dire situation unscathed?

Beautiful day gone south

The blood felt warm and sticky. It gushed out between her fingers and colored her hands in bright red. She pressed down as hard as she could and he groaned. But how ever hard she pressed down on the wounds, the blood kept on flowing. With every passing second, with every drop of blood, she could feel the life leaving him.

Burning up

Jay knew he was getting a cold. He had been feeling off for the last couple of days: sore throat, beginning cough, headaches, maybe even a fever. But he just ignored it. It would pass. He didn’t have time for a common cold, no time for feeling like shit. And just for the record: Halsteads didn’t get ill. End of discussion.

Shaken

"There was a sharp jolt and then the earth started shaking. From one second to the next the lovely sunny day turned into chaos and destruction."

Will and Jay Halstead are in Los Angeles visiting their friend Connor Rhodes who moved there a year ago to work at UCLA. It was supposed to be a vacation! A little escape from Chicago with sun, beach, fun and drinks. But somehow everything turns out quite differently when an earthquake hits the city and Will and Jay are buried under tons of debris.

Trust and betrayal

Connor's day starts out perfect - until he is wrongfully accused of sexually assaulting a young woman. Suddenly everybody hates him, nobody believes in his innocence, he is suspended and arrested. Who is this woman that accused him of raping her? And what kind of game is she playing? Will Connor be found innocent or stumble deeper and deeper into this mess?

It should have been me

Terry's death hit Jay really hard. It triggers his PTSD and he's spiraling down. But before he can hit rock bottom, somebody from Jay's past turns up and something even worse happens. Something that Jay and his brother Will may not get out of alive...

This story is set right after 3x17.

Shallow waters

If anybody had told Jay that morning that he would drown in thigh deep water in the middle of Chicago, he would have laughed. But right now, he didn’t feel like laughing as the water swashed over his mouth.

FANDOM: Seal Team

Broken

Brock’s last conscious thought was „Oh, fuck – that was it!”. He didn’t feel the shuddering of his body when it impacted with ground. Didn’t feel the bones splintering. Didn’t feel his limbs go slack. He didn’t feel the blood seeping from his nose and head wound, forming a little pool on the forest floor. He also didn’t hear his brother’s screaming. Didn’t hear Cerberus whining.

Wake up, sleeping beauty!

Clay still lay on his side, as he had before, eyes closed and fast asleep. He looked pale. Stella crouched down in front of him smiling, gently stroking his hair. “Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty.” She kissed him, first on his forehead, then on his lips. He didn’t move. Why didn’t he move?

Clay just doesn't wake up the morning after they came home from deployment in Afghanistan. What happened? Will he be ok?

Cold as ice

Sonny Quinn’s right leg was on fire. Well, obviously not literally, as he was lying on his back on the icy ground - in the snow of a dense larch forest. He was sure the leg was broken. He had sneaked a peak down his leg – and no leg should ever be bent in such an angle. But that wasn’t his top concern at the moment. Clay, his best friend, lay about 5 meters from him, his body curled around the tree trunk that had broken his fall down the steep slope - as if he was hugging it. Lifeless.

Too much blood

Brock felt something impact with the back of his head. Hard. His head, and with it his whole body, flew forward and stars exploded in front of his eyes.

Brock is mugged on his way home from the bar.

FANDOM: Six

8 weeks later

Did you ever wonder what happened to Joe "Bear" Graves and his team after the show's last episode (S2E10)? This is my take on that story never told...

Joe „Bear“ Graves was in pain. 8 weeks since the day that had shattered his life to pieces. 8 weeks since the day he had destroyed the life of the people he loved. But now it would be over soon.