#but that could be because of the It's Literally 2 AM and i just ate jelly donuts and infodumped to a friend

[roomba-mangga]

girl i need to calm the fuck down jesus christ

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny Pt.6

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Danny slumped over the table at the library. He’d feel embarrassed about it if it weren’t for the rest of the floor’s occupants. Around him, students were speed running through the five stages of grief like it was going out of style.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

“Same.” Danny replied, rolling his head to look at Tim. “I’m feeling like an academic victim instead of an academic weapon right now.”

“I should have stayed dropped out of school,” Tim grumbled.

Danny gasped theatrically. “And deprive the world of your awe-inspiring genius on…” Danny peered at Tim’s books and grinned. “On… the Krebs cycle? Seriously? They’re teaching that again?”

“I know! This is like, the third time.” Tim whined.

“At least you’ll be good at it, right?”

Tim scoffed. “I’m gonna drop out of college and become a stripper.”

“They do make bank,” Danny nodded. “But aren’t you like a millionaire or something?”

Tim brightened. “Oh, you’re right. I don’t need education! I’m filthy rich!”

Danny whacked Tim on the back of the head, laughing quietly.

“Whatever. Let’s go take a break. Snacks?”

“I literally don’t know how you eat so much.”

“Snacks have a separate stomach pouch. Normal food goes one place, junk food and desserts in another.” Danny retorted, quickly packing up his stuff. In reality, he didn’t need that much food. He’s half dead, after all. But food also converts to ectoplasm in his body, and ancients knows Danny needs all the energy he could get.

They made their way out of the campus library, passing stressed out looking students on their way to a taco truck.

“Does this even count as a snack?” Tim asked, amused. He tugged on his book bag, readjusting the vigilante pins on them.

“Is the sky even blue?” Danny snarked back, forking over the cash needed for the best fucking tacos on this side of Gotham. They sat on the benches, asking for an obscene amount of extra lime and cilantro before going to town.

“Holy shit, how many of those can you eat?”

“Dunno,” Danny mumbled though a mouthful or carne asada and pico de gallo. “Hungry.”

Tim snorted, pulling out his phone to scroll as he ate. A moment later, Tim showed Danny his screen.

“Hey, you live near here, right?”

Danny, cheeks bulging with food, peered at Tim’s phone and nodded.

“Oh, cool! Have you seen the green guy around?”

Danny squinted at Tim, tilting his head as he chewed.

“You know, the glowing green guy that’s been blowing up the Gotham Bay tag.”

Oh. Tim was talking about him, Danny!

Danny nodded. He quickly ate his food and wiped his mouth before replying. “Yeah, why?”

“Does he seriously just clean up the bay? Nothing else?”

Mildly offended for some reason, Danny shrugged. “I mean yeah? He doesn’t seem to pop up near any of the shady spots- oh, I saw him save someone from a mugging in front of my apartment once! But like, I think all he does is clean the bay. Which is good, because holy heck, that place is nastyyy.”

“Seriously?” Tim leaned in, looking super interested. “So he’s friendly?”

Danny raised a brow. “Yeah, he seemed pretty nice, I guess. Though, that’s not saying much considering your Rogues tend to be pretty chill when they’re not in the middle of a scheme.”

Tim snorted. “True that. You talked to him? When? Outside of his bay cleanings, right? I’ve noticed that he only talks to the Bats during those.”

Danny stared at Tim. “Tim… are you… stalking the guy?”

What Danny really wanted to say was: “Tim, are you stalking me?”

“I’m not stalking him!” At Danny’s suspicious glare, belied by his sauce stained mouth, Tim sighed. “Okay, maybe I am. But only some minor stalking!”

“Uh-huh.”

“But if you have, you think you could introduce us? Maybe he’d want to be friends?”

Was Tim asking Danny to introduce him to… Danny himself?

“Uh. Why do you even want to meet him?”

“Danny, he’s a glowing green guy that does community service for funsies. And he knows the Bats. That’s cool.”

“And here I thought you wouldn’t know cool if it smacked you in the face.” Danny teased. Well, whatever. He might as well do something nice for Tim. “Sure. I’ll text you when he pops up and see if he’s okay with meeting you.”

Tim grinned at him, a piece of cilantro stuck in his teeth. “Thanks!”

——

Danny made a duplicate of himself and went ghost. Danny and his duplicate looked at each other and sighed.

“We’ve done stupider things.”

“But we’re still not telling Jazz.”

“Agreed.”

Danny paused. Did he just make a deal with himself? No, he’s busy.

Doppelgänger Danny went invisible and left the apartment by going through a wall. Danny followed in a sedate pace, the normal way.

Outside, he pretended to catch sight of a suddenly visible Phantom. He’d heard the heartbeats outside his apartment ever since he got home all those days ago, and he’s pretty sure the vigilantes were watching his place ever since. Luckily, he made sure there weren’t any bugs or hidden cameras- Sam beat cautiousness into his head a while ago- before starting the plan.

One of those heartbeats sounded like Tim’s which left some… interesting connotations.

Danny sighed. Who was he kidding? Of course he’d be friends with a vigilante.

“Hey, Phantom!” Danny shouted, waving. Phantom floated over.

“Danny. Hi. Did you need something?”

“Oh, not really. My friend wanted to meet you, he’s a huuuuge fan. Think you’ve got time today?” Danny held up his phone.

Phantom hummed. “I can stay for a bit. Thirty minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll call him. His name is Tim, by the way. Thanks for taking the time to meet him!”

“No problem.”

Danny texted Tim, and minutely frowned as he picked up the sound of Tim’s ringtone. Shit, that pretty much confirmed his suspicions. He got a text back from Tim.

Timsy

[5 nin]

Nin

Nin

Nin

Min

Danny huffed an amused breath. “He’ll be here in five minutes.”

“Alright.”

Danny texted back an okay.

Five minutes later, a flushed and disheveled Tim peeled onto the street and right to the curb.

“Here!” He said as he tumbled out of the car.

“Damn, bro. You good?”

“Fine- oh my god, you’re the green guy!” Danny had to hand it to Tim. If he didn’t already figure out he was Red Robin, Danny would’ve believed the act. Holy shit, wait, he called his friend broke. Hah!

“It’s Phantom. Nice to meet you, Tom.”

A quick sliver of sullenness flashed over Tim’s face. “It- it’s Tim.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, human names sound so similar.” Danny leaned back and hid a grin as his doppelgänger messed with his friend.

“Oh, wow, you’re not human? What are you then?”

“Oh my god, Tim, you can’t just ask him what he is!” Danny scolded. These vigilantes were really similar.

“Sorry…” Tim apologized.

“It’s fine. To answer your question, I’m dead. Ghost.”

“Do you really pay taxes?”

Phantom tilted his head. “Yes, of course.” By the, Danny meant that he paid both human taxes and oversaw the Zone’s taxes. “You know that saying, something about never escaping from two things and that’s taxes and death? You can escape death- might come back a little wrong- but taxes are in the afterlife too.”

“Come back a little wrong?” Tim asked, eyes suddenly sharp.

“Come back a little,” Phantom gestured to himself. “Green. More emotive and prone to irritation.”

Tim stared.

——

“Jason, are you a ghost?” Dick, crouched on the top of Danny’s apartment building whispered.

Red Hood, crouched in the same area, stayed silent.

——

“How did you die?”

Phantom snarled and disappeared.

Tim whirled around, looking bewildered. Behind him, Danny struggled to stay calm.

“Where’d he go?”

“He probably didn’t want to hurt you.” Danny sighed.

“What? What did I do?”

“You asked him how he died. That’s like, the ultimate social taboo.”

“I didn’t know that!”

“It’s common sense, dude. Trauma like that has to be shared instead of asked about. Generally.” Danny sighed. “Come on, let’s get off the street and I’ll give you a crash course in manners.”

——

Bruce, upon hearing about the conversation, dove headfirst into researching the after life.

“No, go suck a goat’s genitals, Batsy, I am not helping you adopt a being of the infinite realms!” Constantine hung up on him.

“Hn.” Bruce will adopt the child and give him a home. It’s only a matter of when… and what inter-dimensional loopholes he could find and use in the relevant laws.

Jason was right behind him, because he was going to get answers, dammit.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug like angel

incorrect quotes

(mostly damian + peni + reader)

spider!reader: damian ain’t the problem this year.

peni: When are you gonna get it? damian is ALWAYS the problem.

peni, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

damian, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

spider!reader: what the fuck are you guys doing?

peni: playing systemic oppression

spider!reader: So, damian is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

peni: Why?

spider!reader: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

damian, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

spider!reader: The results are in, I’m afraid you have updog…

damian: What’s updog?

spider!reader: peni! Get in here, I told you I could do it!

peni, reading the newspaper: Huh. Did you know Nickelodeon opened a hotel?

spider!reader: Yeah, I went there once. There was a dead squirrel in the pool and I made damian cry by telling him it was the real Sandy.

peni: Can I get a waffle?

spider!reader and damian: *fighting and yelling at each other*

peni: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

peni: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

damian: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?

spider!reader: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

damian: *running towards spider!reader with open arms*

spider!reader: *moves out of the way*

damian: Hey, why'd you move?!

spider!reader: I thought you were going to attack me.

damian: I was going to hug you!

spider!reader: Why would you hug me?

damian: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

spider!reader: Today, peni said a swear word, so damian said that he was going to wash peni's mouth out with soap. peni replied, “It’s okay, I like the taste of soap”. Turns out, shes been putting soap on her lips to blow bubbles.

spider!reader, in peni’s window: I thought I’d find you here!

damian, climbing past spider!reader: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

spider!reader, driving damian and peni: So how was your day?

peni: We almost got surprise adopted!

spider!reader: What?

damian: We almost got kidnapped.

spider!reader: Oh, okay.

spider!reader: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

peni: damian and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

spider!reader: *Sighing* What did damian do?

peni: he chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

damian: Who wants a steering wheel?

damian: I'm not that stupid!

spider!reader: damian, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

damian: PENI TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

spider!reader: I know you snuck out last night, damian.

peni: Play dumb!

damian: Who's damian?

peni: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

spider!reader: damian, keep an eye on peni today. shes going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

damian: Sure, I’d love to see peni get punched.

spider!reader: Try again.

damian, sighing: I will stop peni from getting punched.

spider!reader: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

damian: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and peni isn’t

damian: *sneaking in through their window*

spider!reader: *turning in her chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

damian: I was with peni?

peni: *turning in her chair* Wanna try again?

peni: What time is it?

spider!reader: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out

spider!reader: *BLASTS the saxaphone*

damian: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING

spider!reader: It’s 2 am

damian: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

spider!reader: They do.

peni: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

spider!reader, talking about peni: Is this a friend of yours, damian?

damian: Kind of? Not really. shes in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

spider!reader: peni, gather the others. We need to have another damian-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-he-hurts-someone convention.

spider!reader: The first time I ever got upset in front of damian, he put his arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask them if he was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

damian: I was doing both, for your information.

peni: The first time damian hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

more otw

dampen ily sillies

[silentstyx]

"2 AM and I'm Cursing Your Name" ~ (jake peralta x reader's version)

sum! "Reader got home way too late and the Jake has been pacing and worrying all night..."

tw! arguing, idk jake

uhhhh idk how i feel abt this mixed feelings ngl, kinda short too

You and Jake had been fighting for just stupid things for a little bit now. It never was super important and you would just make up 30 minutes later. Not this time though.

This time it was a stupid argument, because Jake was being stupid. He fought a dangerous criminal without backup and not only that, his gun fell out in the car. Not only was this dangerous but he got away.

The two of you were upset about different things when it came to this situation, but you both agreed you were upset.

"Can we drop this? I'm still trying to catch a criminal, ya know my job?" Jake said, peeved.

You could only roll your eyes and reply snarkily, "I am literally trying to tell you about my concerns for your job! But why would you care? You don't listen!"

He returned the same eye roll, "The same concerns that I quite literally have heard all week possibly? Those concerns?"

You couldn't respond with anything other than a scoff/laugh. Absolutely speechless. Sorry you don't want him dead? Why doesn't he listen?! Why is he so stubborn?!

Your grabbed your purse, your phone, and your keys before leaving. You went out the front door without a word in reply to him. You were so pissed off you couldn't physically be around him, so you just left. You'd be back before you went to sleep, but you wouldn't tell him that.

You could hear him get half way through your name before you shut the door, calling you to come back.

He noticed you had turned your location off, so he wouldn't follow you. You stubborn bastard.

You were just walking around Brooklyn for a while, besides the smells, you forgot how pretty New York can be at night. You saw the sunset and then the buildings lit up once it was dark. You got a few pictures of it. You got some snacks while you were out, street meat and what not. But you wanted to go back home. Even though that was gonna take another hour to get home.

You got some fast food before arriving home, your favorite order and Jake's. You still loved him and wanted him to eat. You know he won't eat if he feels like something is genuinely wrong. He'll focus on fixing that rather than eating.

You got home, food and drinks in hand, walking in the front door. You saw him pacing around the living room, phone in hand, before he realised you were there.

"Babe, look I didn't understand why you were so upset until I imagined it was you. I imagined you going in without backup and without your gun and it scared me. I'm sorry and you're not in the wrong, okay? Please don't be mad at me" He blabbed out.

You started smiling halfway through his sentence, "i brought food for us?"

You held up the bag as you talked, showing proof.

He smiled back at you and grabbed the drinks from you to make it easier to carry.

You guys ate together while watching a movie. Once you both finished your food you ended up cuddling, accidentally, while watching the movie.

"I'm sorry I was sorta a jackass," You say barely above a whisper, "I was just mad that you did something that dumb and didn't seem to care"

He nodded, "I know. It's okay, I'm not mad."

[juviabrainrot]

LET'S GO TO THE FAIR !

PAIRINGS ... d.kaminari, h.sero, e.kirishima x fem!reader

a/n: it's fair season! (at least where i live) and i got the idea to do this. also we're not gonna talk about my tiktok ban crashout but that shit was literally 14 hours i am so dramatic idc. this also isn't proof read (again!!! are we surprised) ALSO ignore how sero's is probably longer than the rest of them bc idk he's bae and needs that extra little ramble

requests are open!

d. kaminari

ik damn well this man is trying to do all the fair games and loses at nearly all of them

and yes, he did win one game at the very least! (it was the one where you have to squirt water into the whole)

for his prize, he got a minion plushie and was mad because when you guys had previously passed, there was a pikachu plushie but it was gone by the time you came back

he only wanted it so he could give it to you since it was "basically his twin", but it's ok because minions are TOTALLY better!! (imo, fight me idc)

you both decided to go on the zipper and halfway through the line, he started getting scared because of the plethora of screams

with lots of reassurance, you two got on there and it was... something!

he screamed like a baby and started crying for his mom at one point

"I'm too young and handsome for my death to happen like this!"

after, he acted nonchalant and like he wasn't just bawling his eyes out

for some reason, he really wanted to go on zero gravity and pretended to climb the walls to take a pic and send it to sero

"wait catch my good side I want to look mysterious"

h. sero

definitely snuck his penjamin in

his plan was to go to the fair 2 days: - day 1: get high af and eat literally every food, play games, and go to the petting zoo - day 2: ride all the rides

literally the first thing he did was go to the corn dog stand and tore up an XL corn dog

next, he attacked a turkey leg and got the juices all over his mouth

did he know? no. did you let him walk around with them decorating his mouth for a while? yes

he was starting to get a little stuffed so he got himself a fresh squeezed lemonade to share and you both walked around the fair grounds

you walked past the basketball stand and he was convinced that he could shoot the hoop with perfection, but ended up bashing the ball into the front of the hoop and it came back and hit him

he gave up and pouted a little so he decided he wanted to pet some goats in the petting zoo

was about to cry when he saw the miniature ponies because he wanted to take one home

made sure no one was around, whipped out his pen and asked the horse if he wanted a hit

before you were about to leave, he decided he wanted to split a funnel cake with you but could only eat four bites before he gave up and left the rest to you

on day two, he bought the unlimited pass for you both and wanted to go crazy on all the rides

the first ride you went on was the thunderbolt and you accidentally crushed him because of how fast it was going + literal air force

forced you to go on the pendulum ride 4 times and the fireball 3 times

went into the fun house and pretended to be a hamster on a hamster wheel in the spinning tunnel, and accidentally kicked a kid that was trying to get in

e. kirishima

like denki, he was also trying to do all the carnival games, but there's one difference - he was actually getting prizes

his favorite game was the hammer and bell one since it showed off how strong he was

started winning so many prizes for you that you had to give some to little kids because you physically couldn't hold them all

you both walked through all the crazy popup shops and got weird/cringe matching shirts ( I am so sexy that even life gets hard / I am life)

he also ate a chicken leg and held his face out with a smile for you to wipe it clean

held your hand the whole time as you walked around and you became one of those cringe couples in the lines even after you swore you wouldn't

he wanted to go on quite literally every ride, even the kiddie rides

his favorite ride was definitely the fireball and rode it 5 times

took loads of pics in the photo booth and put one of the strips in the back of his phone case

ended the night with a romantic ride on the ferris wheel and took tons of pictures to post, some of them you didn't even know he took

©juviabrainrot - please do not copy/repost any of my work on any platform <3

[wheelwheelwheel]

To the anon who asked for my thoughts on Egwene's wardrobe, tumblr ate the ask before I could answer it so hopefully you see this post :(

One thing that really stands out to me about Egwene's outfits in season 3 is that she does not fit the pattern of color-coding that virtually all the other Aes Sedai characters have (including Nynaeve and Liandrin’s Black Ajah group) where they generally wear the color of their Ajah for all of their scenes. Unlike Nynaeve who has been color coded from the first episode, Egwene’s outfits vary between being multi-colored (in season one) and being dark colored and monochrome (since season 2) outside of the Novice whites. As I mentioned in this post I think it's a very interesting choice that a lot of Egwene’s outfits in season 3 include elements of her damane outfit from season 2.

The main outfit that Egwene wears in the first half of the season is this black top with leather accents and a harness that goes up to her neck over it. To me this look invokes the damane collar as well as Lanfear’s all black Tel'aran'rhiod outfit from season 2. We know that at the beginning of this season the Seanchan and Egwene’s trauma from being a damane is on her mind, especially due to her repeated nightmares, and I believe that is why we see this influence in her main outfit. As for Lanfear, she is literally influencing Egwene’s mental state at the beginning of the season by using Egwene’s trauma against her and causing nightmares that are making Egwene more sleep deprived, more paranoid, and more distrusting.

We see two other variations of this base outfit, her coat from the first episode that she also wears on the way to the Waste and the shawl that she wears specifically on the journey to Rhuidean. In my opinion the coat, which is dark but appears multicolored, invokes Brigitte’s outfit from the books. To avoid too many book spoilers I will mostly just say that she is a character who is very protective of her friends and has a strong connection to Tel'aran'rhiod, both of which are things that can also be said about Egwene. Her shawl is very similar in style to the one she wears once she starts training with the Wise Ones, but it looks like it is a different fabric and is a slightly darker color.

After Egwene starts training with the Wise Ones she switches to her second half of the season outfit. This outfit is notably lighter in color than what she's been wearing so far with a white blouse and a lighter tan shawl over it. Notably, this shift occurs around when Bair and Melaine start teaching her about Tel’aran’rhiod and how to protect herself. Because of that, I believe that the shift in outfit colors also indicates a shift in her mental state as well as a visual cue to show that she is no longer being influenced by Lanfear.

Overall I think there are very interesting things being done with Egwene’s costuming this season. I believe the change on the color and style of what she's wearing over the course of the season indicates the level of influence that Lanfear has over her. I am also very curious to see her outfits in further seasons to see if she ends up getting the Ajah color coding after all or if this is an early hint at her path being different.

BONUS: Egwene's Amyrlin outfit. This outfit appears twice this season, once in her Accepted’s Test (where she is also wearing a braid) and once the first time she consciously enters Tel'aran'rhiod. What I think is the most interesting about this outfit is that while it is still obviously an Amyrlin's outfit, it is a very different style than what we see on Siuan (and later on Elaida). The other Amyrlin outfits usually have a lot of decoration and added sequins or beading but Egwene’s is simpler and most of the decoration is from the repeating flame pattern on it. Also notable is that this outfit is yet another example of Egwene picking an outfit with a collar

[backtothefanfiction]

Professor Parker Part 2

Summary: where Professor Parker makes a deal with trouble, in order to get them to stay in class.

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: 18+ Only! Smut, professor x student relationship (college age of course!), oral f!receiving, praise kink, angst

A/N- I am sorry this took so long to actually do, but yeah, after that recent talk show look (you know the one I’m talking about, if not I reblogged it a few posts back) I just knew I needed to go back to this. Anyway, enjoy.

Ps @sincericida it’s been a while since part one so would you mind reblogging to help find the original masses, who knows who’s usernames are still the same or working.

You weren’t going to continue taking his course. You had every intention of going straight to the Dean asking to change. Sure you had been eagerly awaiting this course ever since you’d first read about, it well over a year ago, when you were thinking about where you wanted to study after you graduated. The way Professor Parker focused on Multiversal Theory, using Physics of Matter to provide proof for his theories, it was a truly riveting subject. But now, after all this. There was no way you could stay in his class, listening to him talk for 12-15 hours a week, knowing he’d buried his head between your legs, made you cum again and again… no you couldn’t do it. That would just be self induced torture, no? Because there was also no way he’d fuck you until you saw stars again, would he? No, there was no way. Then how come you were now sat on top of his desk, your legs spread, panties dropped to the floor between you as he once again ate your pussy like he was a man starved?

He had stopped you as you went to leave, trying to blend in and leave amongst the crowd. “Hold it Miss Y/L/N.” Fuck! You thought you were gonna get away with it.

There was silence as you waited, arms folded- guarded- as the last couple of students left with small smiles and waved their goodbyes to the Professor. Professor, uhhh the reminder of the name he’d given you last night now felt very different.

“Don’t go.” He said as he moved back towards his desk and began shifting things around. “I know that look. Don’t change course.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. You kept quiet with your eyes to the ground as you watched him come back around the front of the desk, his ankles crossing over in front of him as he leant back on the desk. “Last nights on me, I’m sorry,” he admitted and it finally forced you to meet his eyes as he continued to speak. “But it shouldn’t mean you have to change course.”

You didn’t know what he expected you to say. You didn’t know how else to respond either, a now slightly less uncomfortable silence falling between you. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Well you certainly chose the right name to introduce yourself with… trouble.”

“You’re one to talk… Professor.” You said, finally finding your voice and the corner of his mouth quirked into a small smile.

“Okay, you have me there. But in all fairness, I’m not expecting to find new students in clubs.” He mused, both a chastising, yet naughty glimmer of admiration in his eye.

“You can blame my room mate for that one. You can also blame her for pushing me on you.” You chuffed as the memory from the night before came back to you.

He frowned as if remembering too. “Quite literally if I remember correctly.” He joked and it made your tummy flip.

You fell quiet again, your eyes quickly shooting back to looking at his feet instead of his face, as the feeling of your crush overwhelmed you and your previous dilemma returned.

As if he could see the conflict in your mind for himself, he stepped closer, forcing your attention back on him as he said, “What have I got to do to convince you to stay in this class?” He asked honestly, but he was too close to you. His smell was intoxicating. His gaze penetrating. His eyes were so soft and earnest, you just wanted to melt into them. His curls were too neat in the light of day and you just wanted to run your hands through them until they were fluffy and soft and messy again, just like they had been when you had left him in bed and snuck out this morning.

Your breathing caught in your chest as he reached out his hand to you, his warm fingers coming into contact with the smallest patch of bare skin on your arm where your cardigan had slipped down. It sent a shiver down your spine and you knew he had felt it.

He pulled his hand away again hesitantly and you reached to pull your cardigan back up onto your shoulder to cover yourself up again protectively. “I can’t.” You said gently, the two words breaking you and you knew you had to walk away before it was too late- before anything else could happen and make this hurt anymore.

You had taken two steps towards the door when you felt his hand reach for your wrist to pull you back. When you met his eyes you were met with conflict, it was plain on his face now as he looked you up and down fully in the light of day. His gaze finally fell to the floor and he released your wrist to rub at his face as he sighed. “Uhhhh you weren’t kidding when you said you were gonna cause me a whole load of trouble,” he muttered to himself and all you could do was frown, your fingers picking at the pages the notebook in your fingers, as you tried to work out what thoughts were going through his head.

He sighed again as he looked to the ceiling as if trying to talk himself out of whatever idea had placed itself into his head. “Fuck,” he groaned quietly and the next thing you knew he was marching towards the door.

You watched him closely, your heart in your mouth as he pulled down the blind and there was a faint click as he locked the door. You only just about had time to realise what he was doing before he marched back over to you, his hands reaching out to hold either side of your face as he brought his lips to yours.

The touch instantly made you ache between your legs, your knees wobbling slightly as you took a sudden deep breath in through your nose as if his kiss alone allowed you to breathe freely again. There was a loud slap as the book in your hands hit the linoleum floor, but neither of you flinched as your reached your fingers up into his hair, messing up his curls and pulling him closer.

As his arm moved down to snake around your lower back, pulling you in closer to him, you could feel every contour of his body. Could feel the pressure building behind his pants zipper.

You opened your mouth up to him more and felt him waste no time, as he licked inside your mouth, pulling a desperate and wanton moan from between your lips. He grunted slightly in response, his forehead pushing into yours desperately as he forced himself to break off the passionate kiss for just a moment. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked. “You know you won’t be able to say anything to anyone.” He said, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. “But I’m not letting you transfer out of this class, okay?” He said strongly.

You felt dizzy. Your eyes struggled to focus on him. From his kiss to his questions- far too many to answer in a short amount of time- you just wanted to feel his lips on yours again. Wanted to feel his fingers everywhere. Last night had been the best night of your life so far and he was dangling that feeling in front of you like a poisoned apple on a string- and you so wanted to bite.

“Come on, Trouble, I need you to answer me,” he said, somewhat desperately and it made you wonder, maybe he wanted this just as much as you did. At first you thought this might just be a ruse to get you to stay, but maybe it was more than that.

“Yes,” you sighed breathlessly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll stay. I won’t tell anyone, just please-“ you hesitated a second as you heard the rest of the sentence you wanted to say play out in your head and worked up the courage to say it- but you figured you’d come this far and already given yourself a nickname to live up to so why not say it- “promise me you’ll do that thing with your tongue again.” You sighed out breathlessly and a devilish gleam twinkled in his eye as he let out a small chuckle and shook his head gently against yours.

“Trouble,” he sighed. “Which thing?” He asked, playing along with you, but you were sure he already knew, so kept quiet as his gaze on you grew hungrier. He gave you a wolfish grin as he shook his head again. “When? Now?” He asked and you nibbled at your lip in anticipation.

He sighed again and rolled his eyes, his fingers reaching for yours as he began to pull you slowly around the back of his desk, backing you up until the backs of your thighs were pressing into the wood.

“It’s a good thing you wore a skirt for your first day of my class then, isn’t it?” He teased, his fingers tracing up your bare skin, slowly inching underneath the skirt and sending a shiver up your spine. He didn’t stop their journey until he reached your underwear, his fingers hooking into the elastic at your hips and slowly dragging them back down your legs at an agonising pace, until they reached your knees and he let them drop to the floor, ready for you to step out of them.

As you did so, he slowly encouraged you to sit back on top of his desk, his hands reaching back to lift up your skirt and reveal yourself to him, his eyes not leaving yours, as he slowly lowered himself onto his knees on the floor before you. Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed as his lips turned to graze the inside of your knee, the barely there touch of his mouth on your skin enough to send an overwhelming rush of arousal to your core. As he gradually kissed his way up your inner thigh, your fingers gripping the papers on his desk to ground. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. You were about to enter into a secret affair with your professor like this was an episode of Riverdale or Pretty Little Liars.

But as his tongue finally moved up to swipe through your sex, you really didn’t care. If it meant you got to experience the bliss this man was able to drag from you on a regular basis, you didn’t care about anything. As he continued lick at your folds, his tongue sucking your clit into his mouth every few swipes, building you up at an agonising pace, you fought with all your might to keep your moans quiet, biting down on your lower lip with a strangled sigh as your sensitivity bloomed and the pressure between your legs grew tighter.

You allowed yourself one low shaky sigh as his tongue pushed deep inside you, teasing you agonisingly and you gripped the edges of his desk as you grew desperately close to your release. “Good girl,” he praised, as he took his mouth back away from you for just a second, before sliding two of his fingers gently inside you and sucking your clit back between his lips.

“Oh, shit.” You hissed, as his words and tone sent another flutter of arousal and sensitivity between your lips and you finally realised how much trouble you were really in. But it was too late, you’d already taken a bite from the tainted apple, the poison was already coursing through your blood and it felt far too good to run away.

His fingers gripped tighter to your thighs as they began to shake, your climax so desperate to come flooding out, but the tension of needing to be quiet made it unbearable. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as you tried to keep yourself grounded and in control, the coil deep in your pelvis ready to expload and you felt his fingers slip out of you, his hands moving to hold you down firmly onto the desk as he took one last swipe at the sensitive apex between your legs. Your eyes squeezed shut, your legs clamping tightly around his face as it all came crashing down, the tiniest desperate squeak escaping from between your lips before you swallowed the need to cry out back down, instead panting your way through your climax until you could feel your body beginning to cool and calm again.

Slowly you relaxed your thighs and you heard a faint breathy chuckle of satisfaction fall from his lips as he rubbed soothingly at your bare legs again, before moving back, his hand casually moving to wipe away the mess on his face.

As he finally stood back up, his tongue lapping up the last of your juices from his lips, you saw him bunch up your panties, that he’d picked up off the floor, and wrap them tightly in his fingers before sliding them into his pocket.

“Hey, I need those back.” You said to him indignantly, a slight panic in your chest at the thought of having to walk back out of the classroom with nothing on under your skirt.

“New rule.” He said, standing up straight as he looked over your flushed form, still sitting on top of his desk as he leaned in closer. “Your panties end up on my classroom floor, I get to keep hold of them.” You were sure his words had just sent another wave of arousal back down between your legs, but you fought to ignore it, the thought of walking out of here panty-less, still more pressing, especially if this was going to be a regular thing- you’d be out of underwear before the semester was out and there was no way your student budget was gonna stretch to new underwear every other week.

You were about to protest the fact as you pushed yourself off the desk, your hand reaching out to snatch your underwear back from his pocket, but he swerved out the way before you could so much as even make the slightest bit of contact. “Uh, uh, uh,” he said, holding his finger up to me, that devilish smirk back in the corner of his mouth. “You can have them back, as long as you get good grades on your essays.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you let out a breathy little scoff. “So do we have a deal, trouble?” He asked patiently.

You rolled your eyes again as you conceded, “Yeah,” you sighed, “we have a deal.”

[n0eyed-taissa]

sorry but i actually love that season three of yellowjackets turns the viewers' expecation of shauna on their mf heads. since the first season, shauna is our focal character, the one we see the most and know the most about in the present timeline, with the teen post-crash timeline informing how/why she came to be the way she is 25 years later.

through season 1, we THINK that shauna is unhappy in her adult life because of the way she fell to the wayside, lost in jackie's shadow. we THINK that she starts her affair with adam because she's bored with the stagnancy of her life, but after 19 months of life or death survival in the wilderness, any semblance of safety and normalcy would be mind numbingly boring. adult shauna is a stay at home mom. she collects ceramic bunnies and goes to yearly birthday lunches with her dead best friend's parents. it doesn't always read that she has the capacity for cruelty within her, but it's always been there. we see that immediately in the adult timeline as shauna has no qualms about killing the rabbit thats in her garden and preparing it like she would with any other game meat (HOW she killed said rabbit also speaks to her cruelty...bluntly with a shovel, rather than slicing its throat like we see in the wilderness). teen shauna's capacity for cruelty is revealed slower, with the pressure building as shauna fucks her best friend's boyfriend and becomes pregnant with his baby. as she lies to jackie, fights with her, and pushes her away (ultimately leading to jackie's very preventable death, as even taissa points out that jackieshauna's squabbling could be resolved if only she Talked To Her). this capacity for cruelty is then overshadowed by the strength of her grief, which informs the bulk of her season 2 characterization.

in season two, we THINK that adult shauna's actions can be explained by the deep amount of grief she felt at the loss of jackie. and the guilt she holds knowing that she could have saved jackie if not for her own stubbornness, her own cruelty. which is all true! shauna's grief is only heightened by the complications of her pregnancy (re: months of starvation / jackie for dinner / belt soup / starling stew all not providing enough nutrients for neither shauna nor the baby) and the loss of her firstborn child (who is unfairly deified by lottie and her wilderness cult because they, like shauna, are looking for a way to persist through the horrors that they are forced to survive). the psychological fake-out of shauna Feeling and Sensing her child, but not being able to physically reach him or comfort him. similarly to how she Feels and Senses jackie despite not being able to physically reach her. so shauna sits out there in the meat shed with jackie, playing MASH and doing her makeup and talking her literal ear off trying to ignore that she was who put jackie there. and taissa? poor taissa's well-meaning, pragmatic attempt at helping shauna go through the motions of grieving by laying jackie to rest via cremation goes horribly awry when The Wilderness 'decides' that feasting on jackie is the only way for the yellowjackets to stay alive. and if grieving jackie isn't bad enough for shauna, she loses one child and then is forced to butcher another. javi was a little boy!!! and was clearly shauna's surrogate brother/son figure in season 1!! so YEAH, if i just ate my best friend in a not-fun-gay-way, lost my wilderness pregnancy but hallucinated that i didnt (and also hallucinated/dreamt that my teammates helping me through labor ATE said baby because that's something that they Do Now) ((also x 2, if my whole soccer team saw my v*gina i'd become evil too lbr)), then had to carve up and eat one of the few people i had the ability to feel soft/protective towards, i think i too would be Not Doing Well!!!!!

so yeah, in the months before season three, i am absolutely not surprised that shauna's unchecked grief has turned into anger. months and months of lottie's religious fanaticism asserting that the loss of the baby was a sacrifice to the wilderness that brought on the miracle of spring is incredibly dismissive to shauna's experience with pregnancy and grief/loss. we see in season 2 that lottie (and others) had attached themselves to the baby as a factor to motivate their survival, but lottie always took it one step further, claiming group parentage (ownership? of "our baby" aka shauna's baby, aka the team's motivation to survive). as lottie's mental state continues to deteriorate, her dedication to the wilderness, its messages, and its sacrifices reaches a new level of intensity (as proven by her consistent attempts to sway travis and akilah into connecting with 'it', even when both characters voiced their concern about the potential dangers). of course shauna wants nothing to do with the summer solstice ceremony, even when she is being honored as The Mother of The Child. she doesn't want to be honored for hers/the child's sacrifices, she wants to grieve!! and honestly, the only healthy grieving we see from shauna come in episodes 1&2, as she vents in her journal about the current state of her world and then reburies the child on her own terms. of course shauna is carrying resentment for coach scott ditching her in labor (only to later flee the scene after the cabin was burned down). of course shauna is power hungry, she was made to feel secondary to jackie her entire adolescence and now has been stripped even further of her autonomy. so shauna results to some desperate measures in order to reclaim her identity within the group. BUT!!! shauna's rightful anger causes her to lash out in some un-rightful ways. her capacity for cruelty outweighs her grief. her competitive edge resurfaces during the game of capture the bone, where she tackles/bites mari as a ill attempt at reclaiming her power and autonomy. she spits in mari's food, doesnt offer to help find her. she wants to make coach scott pay for what she THINKS that he did, so much so that she strong-arms the rest of the team to vote ben guilty. she wants to burn him at the stake???? and then enables melissahat to slice ben's achilles???? she restrains the scientists who can offer them all a way home. she shoots at melissa, the only person who has been exhibiting any softness/kindness towards her. the more shauna gives into her anger, the more primal and connected to the wilderness she is. the more she comes into her own power, the less she wants to go back home and fade back into the shadows. she wanted this. she always had the power to become this. why are we surprised about how she ended up 25 years later?

[lupin-et-rose]

BSD Brainrot (Pt. 2)

Just an outpouring of horny thoughts on main. (Again).

BSD boys x F!Reader — NSFW

Part 2 - Atsushi & Akutagawa (separately)

Warnings: Cursing, frequent sexual references, completely subjective headcanons

A/N: BSD gods, forgive me, for I have sinned. (Again).

Why is WAN the only group gif I can find for this filth-?! It is Ungodly~!

Minors DNI - 18+ only

Atsushi

Gods help me, I would not feel a damn thing sexually for this sweet cinnamon roll if not for fucking Tumblr-—

Can I just say I hate how this gif gave me *ideas*-?

Okay it first and foremost, this boy is probably the closest to Poe-levels of sub that you'll find on the ADA team.

Like, sure, he grows into his confidence and could eventually top/dom you, but more likely than not, it will be by your request.

And even then, the most likely scenario is that he's a service top all the way—and so hopelessly clueless about how this stuff works.

He grew up in what seems to be a very rigid and conservative orphanage, so chances are their sex-ed was minimal at best.

Because of that, at least for the first little while, you're gonna have to be his teacher.

Showing him where everything is, helping him find what feels good for you and for him.

But let me tell you—this boy learns. And not only that, this boy Remembers—

You show him something once, and Istg

Just imagine this boy: the first time you even suggest anything spicy, his entire face goes bright red. Like hands-in-his-lap, eyes-on-the-floor, stuttering apologies red.

“I-I mean… if you want to—I would! I just—I don’t know if I’d be any good at—”

You kiss him. Gently. He trembles.

And then he asks you questions. So many questions.

“Does this feel good?”

“Am I hurting you?”

“Do you want it slower?”

“Should I use more pressure?”

(He gets so adorably flustered if you moan without warning.)

His tiger form makes things… interesting. Once he’s comfortable enough, you start experimenting with that transformation—and he’s mortified at first.

But when you praise the strength in his arms? The heat of his skin? The way those claws barely scratch as he grips your thighs?

He whimpers.

“I’m not too much like this? You still want me?”

He’s the kind of partner who says, in all earnestness:

“I want to make you feel good. Please let me try. Tell me what to do.”

And when you do? He listens.

You guide his hands between your legs, teach him how to use his mouth, where to suck, how long to stay—and he watches your face the entire time like it’s the only thing that matters.

He’s embarrassingly sensitive. Whisper in his ear? Gone. Stroke your fingers down his chest while straddling him? Gone. Suck on his neck and call him “good boy”?

Absolutely wrecked.

Breathless, gasping, half-hiding under your touch and still trying to make you come first.

That tiger arm, though? Very dexterous. Very strong.

He holds you down with it once—accidentally—and the way you moaned makes something awaken in him.

“Did you like that?” he asks, wide-eyed and slightly dazed.

You smile. “Do it again, Atsushi.”

And he does. With a look on his face like he can’t believe what he’s getting away with.

The more confident he becomes, the more dangerous he gets.

He still asks before trying new things—but his voice gets lower. His hands steadier.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he whispers, slowly sinking to his knees. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

The first time you two went all the way?

Atsushi was nervous. Not because he doesn’t want to—he definitely wants to—but because he cares so much it physically hurts. You kiss him once, and his hands are already shaking.

You have to guide him through everything. Kisses, touches, undressing—each piece of clothing taken off gets a gasp like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“You’re so—beautiful,” he breathes. “I don’t even know where to look—”

He keeps checking in. Constantly.

“Does this feel good? Is that okay? Am I doing this right?”

You have to literally hold his face and say, “Atsushi, you’re doing perfectly.”

He lets out this soft, shuddering breath like you just lifted a hundred-pound weight off his chest.

The first time he makes you moan? His brain short circuits. He stops mid-movement like—

“Wait. That—was that because of me?”

You nod. He blushes so hard it spreads down his neck.

Then he gets this determined look and says;

“Okay. I want to hear that again.”

When he’s finally inside you, he has to pause. Not because he doesn’t want to keep going—but because the sheer intimacy of it nearly undoes him.

He buries his face in your neck, whimpering, “This is real. You really want me.”

You wrap your arms around him, kiss his ear, and whisper, “I do. All of you.”

He’s not perfect—but he’s so attentive. So eager. So in love with the way you respond to him.

And when he finally comes, it’s with this shocked little cry, his entire body trembling, arms wrapped tight around you like he’s afraid to let go.

—Another special thing about that first time, was what a Koala that boy turned into after the fact.

He doesn’t even roll off of you right away. He just stays there, trembling slightly, forehead pressed against your shoulder, arms around your waist like he’s fused to you.

You run your fingers through his hair. His breathing slows.

And then, quietly—almost like he doesn’t want to say it—he whispers:

“…Did I do okay?”

You reassure him. You kiss his temple. You tell him how good he made you feel, how gentle he was, how deeply you love him.

And that’s when the dam breaks.

He clutches you tighter, lets out this choked little exhale, and you realize—he was holding it together for you.

Trying to be brave. Trying to impress you.

Now that it’s over, he lets himself feel it all.

He becomes physically incapable of letting you go. If you try to shift, or get up for water, or grab the blanket?

“No—stay. Just a little longer—please—”

His limbs wrap around you like vines. He tucks his face into your chest, eyes fluttering closed, voice muffled in your skin:

“I’ve never felt this safe before. Not ever.”

And if you pet him? Run your nails gently down his back, kiss his shoulder, hum something soft—

He purrs.

Actual tiger purring.

He’s too blissed out to even be embarrassed about it.

Later, when he’s a little more coherent, he gets weirdly formal about it.

“I, uh… I would like to do that again. Whenever you want. Or if you don’t want to again, that’s okay, too—I just… um… thank you.”

He bows his head. He bows.

You gently tilt his chin up and kiss him stupid again.

And when he sleeps? Oh, he clings. One arm under your waist, the other across your stomach. A leg thrown over yours. His whole body curved around you like you’re the only thing tethering him to the Earth.

You whisper his name. He doesn’t even open his eyes—just hums and squeezes you closer.

“Don’t let go,” he murmurs. “Even if I fall asleep. Stay with me.”

And you do.

Because now he’s yours—and he knows it.

Oh, but when the Tiger in him likes you too? Things get even better—

You notice it first during those soft, quiet moments after sex—when he’s warm and boneless against you, breath slow, cheek pressed to your shoulder, arms looped around your waist.

The purring starts up again—deep and resonant, like a lullaby from somewhere under his ribs.

But then you feel it.

The soft brush of something warm, furry, and alive curling around your calf.

You look down.

His tail. Poofed into being. Slowly wrapping around your ankle, then your thigh, and then the both of you like ivy.

He doesn’t even seem to realize it’s happening at first.

Until you stroke it and whisper, “Getting comfy, tiger?”

He jerks up, yelps, turns scarlet.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to—heh—I didn’t know it was doing that—!”

Oh, when the tiger in him likes you…Not just lusts after you. Not just obeys you. It likes you—enough to claim you, cling to you, curl around you like it wants to keep you forever.

A nd when you play with his hair? Or nuzzle him on the train? Or rub your thumb over the spot where his tail joins his spine?

That tail tightens. The purring deepens.

And Atsushi just melts against you with this soft, desperate little sigh.

“Feels…really nice. Don’t stop.”

But when someone interrupts? That’s when things get interesting.

Someone brushing too close to you in public. A stranger leaning in to ask a question. An agent standing just a bit too close while you’re on a case.

You feel it before you hear it: a low, warning growl, deep in his chest.

It surprises everyone—especially Atsushi.

He stares at them wide-eyed. Then at you.

“I—I didn’t mean to growl—I’m so sorry—are you okay?! I wasn’t trying to scare anyone I swear I—!”

You’re okay. More than okay. In fact… You lean in close. Brush your lips against his ear and whisper,

“Do that again in private.”

And just like that, his knees go weak.

If it happens in the field—some sleazeball with a smirk and wandering eyes—you see the tiger come out in his posture, his growl, the way his tail lashes behind him.

He’s not even aware of it. But you are.

And when the bastard backs off, and the threat is handled, and Atsushi returns to you flushed and flustered and full of apologies—

You grab him by the collar and pull him into the nearest dark corner.

“You growled. For me.”

“I—I didn’t mean to—”

You lick your lips. “Do it again.”

And before he can process what’s happening, you’ve got your hands under his jacket, lips on his neck, thighs parted as you drag him into the kind of kiss that makes his tail go rigid and his claws dig into your hips.

(Gently. Just enough to scratch. Just enough to feel.)

Later—after breathless gasps and soft apologies and trembling fingers—you whisper,

“The tiger in you really likes me, huh?”

And he hides his face in your shoulder, voice muffled and low:

“Yeah. I think… we both do.”

Then we hit the turning point. Once Atsushi had gathered enough confidence to hold his own—HO~BOY!

It starts with teasing. Your teasing.

You cup his face mid-makeout, whisper something like, “Still so red… You’re always blushing like you’ve never touched me before.”

You grin. You expect him to fluster.

But instead, though still blushing, something flickers in his eyes. Something almost like a challenge—like determination. He blinks at you, slowly. Tilts his head.

And says, “That’s cute coming from the person who starts shaking when I put my tongue right…”

His hand slides down between your thighs. You gasp. His lips twitch. The first flicker of a satisfied smile.

Or maybe you poke fun at how territorial he gets—“Purring when I scratch your ears, growling when someone looks at me, kneading my ass like it’s your favorite pillow…”

And he just shrugs, trying to be unbothered. Though your words - and the ones about to leave his mouth - make his ears burn.

“Well,” he murmurs, slipping a clawed finger beneath your waistband, “you’re mine. It’s only fair I treat you like it.”

That’s the thing: he remembers everything. Every soft spot. Every stuttered gasp. Every weak-kneed moan you gave him when he was learning.

And now? He’s got his claws in just the right places.

He presses you down into the mattress with that half-shifted tiger weight, mouth hot on your skin, breath panting in your ear:

“You taught me so well, love. Let me show you what I’ve learned.”

He kneads your thighs like a cat—claws just grazing, enough to leave tingling trails. He kisses your belly while whispering,

“Still think I’m too shy?”

And then his tail wraps around your ankle and pulls—gently but firmly—spreading your legs for him as he sinks down between them with a growl.

You swear the floor tilts. You try to sass back—“Oh, so you think you’re in charge now?”—but your voice cracks when he bites your inner thigh and mumbles,

“Only when you want me to be.”

Then he slides his tongue exactly where you need it, curls his clawed hand under your hip, and devours you like he’s starving.

His eyes glow faintly when he’s half-shifted. His fangs flash. His tongue—God, his tongue. You swear he’s figured out the exact pattern of pressure, temperature, and sound that makes you break.

“You’re so loud for me now,” he murmurs, pupils narrowed to slits. “Where’s all that teasing gone?”

And he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop.

When you come apart under him—shaking, crying his name, breathless and spent—he smirks. Pushes your hair back. Kisses your forehead.

Then purrs, “Do I still need the training wheels now, love?”

And even as you lie there twitching, legs numb and brain short-circuited, he’s still going.

Trailing his claws down your sides. Mouthing at your neck. Whispering,

“One more, just to be sure. You’ll remember this, won’t you?”

He’s still your soft boy. Still cuddly. Still blushes sometimes.

But now? Now he knows he can wreck you.

And sometimes, when you least expect it, you’ll catch that tiger smile—the one that says, I could break you again if I wanted. And maybe I will.

***

Akutagawa

(Istg, all the BSD boys in a randomiser & this is what came up after Atsushi. You can’t make this shit up.)

God help us all. You don’t just “sleep” with Akutagawa. You undo him. He doesn’t know how to be touched, how to ask, how to receive anything that isn’t harsh or violent or tactical. The idea that pleasure could be given—softly, gently—is so alien to him, he treats it like a reconnaissance mission.

In the beginning, everything is Rashomon.

You could be on your back, breath hitching, legs shaking, and it’s still the inky-black tendrils of his ability holding your wrists in place, tracing down your thighs like he’s mapping pressure points.

He doesn’t move his face. Doesn’t emote. His eyes flick over your body like a surgeon measuring every twitch and whimper.

His voice is low, command-heavy.

“Breathe. Again.”

“Hold still.”

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you come undone.”

He never lets you touch him back. Rashomon always intercepts. Not because he doesn’t want you to—he just doesn’t know how to take softness.

To him, your moans are data. The arch of your back is intel. He’s learning you like a battlefield—and fucking hell, it’s hot in the most emotionally constipated way imaginable.

And then—you touch his hair.

It’s nothing. Barely more than a brush, your fingers slipping into the dark strands at the nape of his neck while he’s above you, concentrating, scowling.

He freezes.

Like someone pulled a trigger on a trap he didn’t realize was rigged to his spine. His breath stutters. His hand (yes, an actual hand) trembles.

You murmur something small—something soft. Maybe a “Good boy,” maybe just, “You’re doing so well.”

And he vanishes. Stiffens. Retreats. Tosses some curt excuse about a mission or Dazai or the weather before slamming a door behind him and leaving you gasping and confused.

The next time you see him? He won’t meet your eyes. His hands stay gloved. He speaks in half-sentences, as though afraid you might kiss him in broad daylight and collapse the last defenses he’s spent years building.

Until you do kiss him.

Take him by the cravat. Pull him in. Press your mouth to his with love, not hunger.

That’s when he blue-screens.

Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t react—until, seconds later, his fingers are trembling around your waist and he’s kissing you back like you’re the first breath he’s ever drawn of clean air.

And from that moment on? All bets are off.

He becomes ravenous. Like the floodgates have opened and now he’s starving—for your body, for your touch, for the sounds you make when he presses you to his desk and hisses in your ear:

“Louder. I need to hear you.”

(Oh yeah—Akutagawa’s got an auralism kink that hits like a freight train. Your cries, your moans, your gasps when he licks you with terrifying precision? He’s rock hard from sound alone.)

He kisses you like he’s trying to memorize your lungs. Bites your shoulder to muffle his own groans.

His hands, once so hesitant, now trail reverently down your body—calloused fingers brushing your inner thighs like they might burn him if he grips too tightly.

And the first time you whimper his name? His knees almost give out.

He fucks like a man making up for lost time—sloppy, intense, possessive but never cruel. And when he cums, it’s with this raw, shaking groan, like the pleasure is tearing him apart.

Afterward, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He stays close. Hovers. Eyes you like you might disappear.

“You’re not… hurt, are you?”

You guide his head to your chest. Whisper, “I’m perfect.”

And he lays there like he might actually believe you.

The sheer insanity of how needy he becomes once he starts craving your touch.

It sneaks up on him. At first, it was tolerable. You’d kiss his cheek. Brush your fingers through his hair. Hold his hand under the table like it was no big deal. He thought he could handle it.

He cannot handle it.

Now he finds himself seeking it. Reaching out for your hand in quiet moments. Standing just a bit closer when you walk side by side. Letting his shoulder bump yours on the train even though he’s never let anyone stand that close before.

(And the second you rest your head on his shoulder? He stops breathing entirely.)

If you so much as sigh his name during a kiss? He’s on you. No thoughts. No restraint. Just gloved hands sliding under your clothes, lips on your neck, muttering, “Say it again.”

And God help you if you brush your fingers over the back of his neck—the spot right where his spine meets the edge of his hairline. He shudders. Every time. Like you just hit the kill switch on his self-control.

You start to do it on purpose.

He starts to lean into it like a cat.

At night, in private, he becomes downright clingy. You’ll wake up to find him half on top of you, one arm wrapped around your waist, his face tucked against your shoulder like he’s trying to disappear into your skin.

If you try to get up? His voice is groggy, rough:

“…Stay. A little longer.”

He doesn’t ask for affection. Not directly.

But he’ll nudge your hand toward his hair. Tilt his head to the side like a silent plea. Sit beside you and very, very quietly whisper,

“Touch me.”

And when you do? He sighs. Actually sighs. Like he’s finally breathing again.

Sex becomes less about dominance and more about being close. About skin. Contact. Hands on your hips, on your chest, on your face.

His kisses go from rough to hungry—as if he’s trying to memorize the shape of your mouth.

He starts to memorize you too. The exact angle your head tips when you’re about to lean in and kiss him. The way your breath catches when his fingers graze the inside of your thigh.

And when he starts craving it?

He’ll take you by the hand, bring you into the shadows of a back hallway, and whisper:

“I need you. Now.”

Rashomon still helps. Still flares out and restrains you sometimes. But it’s no longer about control. It’s about keeping you close. Holding you where he can touch you, kiss you, feel you.

You’ve become the one thing in his life he can’t stand to be without.

The First Time You Give Him Aftercare…You expected to have to ask him to slow down. To breathe. To lie down after.

What you didn’t expect was how quiet he gets.

Not cold. Not distant. Just… still. Tension thick under the surface. A storm not yet spent.

He always checks on you first.

Pulls his gloves back on. Helps you redress in stiff, silent motions.

“Are you… hurt?” he asks, eyes flicking over your skin like it’s a damage report.

You tell him you’re okay. Kiss his cheek. Whisper, “Now let me take care of you.”

He stares at you like you just spoke a language he doesn’t know.

“…I don’t need it,” he mutters.

You cup his face, run your thumb along the sharp line of his cheekbone.

“I didn’t ask if you needed it. I’m doing it because I want to.”

You get him a warm towel. Gently clean the marks left on his skin—nail crescents on his hips, love bites blooming at his collar. He watches every motion, frozen, like he’s afraid to breathe.

He can’t make eye contact. Not until you tuck him against your chest, fingers combing through his hair, and whisper something so small and sweet it nearly breaks him:

“You don’t always have to be strong with me.”

And that’s when he shakes. Just barely. Not quite crying. But trembling.

You kiss his hair. Rub circles into his back. Stroke the muscles in his arm until his fingers unclench.

And slowly—slowly—he begins to relax into you.

His breath evens. His body stops bracing.

You whisper, “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

He murmurs, barely audible: “…Thank you.”

Aftercare for you is harder for him to grasp. He tries—but it’s clumsy at first.

He offers you water with trembling hands. Wipes your brow with the stiff grace of a man who’s read about tenderness but never felt it.

But he learns.

You show him how to hold you without urgency. How to be present with you, not just for you.

And when you kiss him afterward—slow, unhurried, gentle—he exhales like a man who’s just learned the word love in a language only your touch can translate.

The second time he lets you care for him, he doesn’t flinch when you pull him into your lap.

The third time, he asks—quietly.

“Will you hold me again?”

By the fourth time?

He’s the one guiding you to bed after. Curling around you protectively. Whispering,

“You were perfect.”

It’s still awkward. Still a little stiff. But it’s his way of saying:

I’m yours. You showed me how to rest. And now I’ll never stop wanting to rest with you.

Outside the bedroom, He doesn’t get jealous. He gets… observant. Watchful.

Someone talks to you for a little too long? Leans too close? That gloved hand is suddenly placed—casually, perfectly—at the small of your back.

His fingers curl, just slightly.

“Are you done?” he asks the third party without looking at them.

(You swear the air temperature drops ten degrees.)

You wear something a little more revealing than usual on a mission. Nothing scandalous. Just enough to draw a few lingering glances.

He says nothing.

But you feel Rashomon wrap lightly around your wrist while you’re walking beside him.

A soft tug.

A silent reminder: Mine.

You reel back laughing at something Tachihara says.

Akutagawa doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t raise his voice.

He just steps closer behind you, mouth near your ear, voice low as sin:

“Tell me—does he make you gasp for air like I do when I have my mouth between your thighs?”

You choke. Tachihara smirks at both of you, shooting a smarmy wink your way before he backs off. Akutagawa’s still glaring.

In bed, it’s different. Hotter. Worse.

You think you’re in charge for a second—riding him, grinding slow, teasing him with praise.

Then his voice drops:

“You want to play coy, now? After the way you screamed for me last night?”

And suddenly Rashomon is bracing your hips down, grinding you into him at his pace, until you’re gasping and cursing and his name is the only thing in your mouth.

He doesn’t like being separated on missions. Even if it’s strategic. Even if it’s necessary.

“You’re better at recon,” you argue.

He shrugs. “You’re better at staying alive when I’m nearby.”

If someone else touches you, even innocently—a teammate brushing your arm, a hand on your back in a crowd—he notices.

You always know because he touches you back in the exact same spot ten minutes later.

Slow. Deliberate.

Like he’s rewriting it.

And if you stray too far during a joint op? Oh, he’ll find you. He always does.

Silent as a shadow, he appears at your side, eyes sharp.

“Don’t stray far again,” he murmurs.

You try to play it off—“I was only across the street.”

His hand slides to your waist. Pulls you in close.

“I mean it.”

He doesn’t say “mine”—he acts it.

In the weight of his stare when someone else makes you laugh.

In the curve of Rashomon around your ankle beneath the table.

In the way he whispers your name in your ear when you’re close to coming—

“Only I get to see you like this.”

And when you finally whisper back, “I’m yours”?

The look in his eyes isn’t just possessive. It’s worshipful.

Like he knows he doesn’t deserve you.

And like he’ll destroy anyone who thinks they could.

[bubbleddisasters]

Stupid Shit I’ve done/Gotten myself into by accident/been dragged into as Twisted Wonderland Characters:

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Ace : Heard my sister screaming bloody murder downstairs and didn’t do shit because I assumed she was watching a horror movie. Turns out there was a fire in the oven.

Bonus: Sniped my friend in the eye from across the Cafeteria with a Ketchup Packet, Meant to hit his glasses, but he repositioned them at the last second.

Deuce: Answered Maine four times on a Historical Geography test and was wrong all four times.

Cater: Threw my phone out of the window in a panic after seeing one of my Idols followed me back.

Bonus : Accidentally convinced a transfer camper from Wales I was from London after I quoted something in the accent to myself in the showers and was too awkward to tell them I wasn’t when they struck up the conversation.

(I am from America, and the camp is in America.)

Trey: Accidentally created a puddle of Dark Red Icing and Stepped in it four times in a row while making a cake at 2 am.

Bonus : Befriended and helped out the owner of a French Bakery down the street when they started out, they ended up becoming really popular (rightfully so, her stuff is amazing) and now I either get free shit and/or Friends and Family Discounts.

Riddle : I have read the dictionary on multiple occasions out of sheer boredom.

Bonus: I once read the bible and marked down verses. Im not religious I just needed to win an argument.

Leona: Slept through an earthquake and 3 ambulances coming to my house bcs my sister was hurt.

Ruggie: Waited for families going inside to pass by and asked them to hold the door for me so I could sneak into a VIP rooms for free food. (Usually only at fancy hotels but luckily this strategy is flexible when your 5’2 with a baby face.)

Jack: Used to Smash open large rocks containing Crystals or Quartz at the beach as a kid, and now I have a large collection of them.

Bonus: I have extremely good hearing, to the point I hear into the negative decibels up to -15 - -20 (according to the audiologist this is rare but i literally don’t know shit about audio and decibels) so my old dormmates used to try and bribe me to tell them what I heard about certain things or themselves.

Bonus 2: Almost got shot by an illegal hunter while in the woods with my sister.

Floyd : Cracked my skull open at the pool, lost consciousness for a few seconds and woke up in the water calling for help, then got confused on why I was calling for help.

Bonus : A Sea lion once came up to me while I was scuba diving and did little circles, bumped its snout on my mask and just followed me the whole time in a very gleeful manner as a temporary homie.

Bonus 2: Apparently ate / took bites of my moms library books as a little kid (????) according to the librarian.

Jade: Taught myself to untie my hands with my hands behind my back, tie by hands behind my back with my hands behind my back, deciphered, translated and memorized a fictional hieroglyphic language, Read from Act 1 to Act 6 of Homestuck, and accidentally discovered how to disguise Chocolate Ice Cream as Pistachio; all within the span of 2 weeks. (I had covid and was A-Symptomatic)

Bonus : Lived in the Woods for 7 months (in total), had a large bag of mica and Almost Drowned in a tent when there was no moving water nor rain. (Basically, I was asleep, Woke up underwater, nearly went back to bed, then shot out of my tent screaming “My Tent Titanticed!” )

(It was like 3 am don’t judge me)

Azul: Somehow ended up with $2200 dollars in $100s in Monopoly at the end of the game. Also have been stuck between two identical twins while talking with both and boi that shits TRIPPY. (I also almost died with them later but it was fine)

Bonus: I lived on a middle of fuck knows where island during the spring and summer up until covid, yet I absolutely despise eating fish or Shellfish, and the smell often makes me nauseous.

(Bonus 2: I love shiny things, but very specifically fancy looking keys. I also had a weird obsession with signing a shiny contract after watching Ariel. Another tiny thing Is I own a Flotsam and Jetsam Scarf which I chuck around when Floyd or Jade pisses me off ingame.)

Kalim : Got distracted by a cool leaf while at a fancy resort in Xatapa, Mexico, and waddled off from my parents and explored around to try and find more, somehow managed to get extremely far and ended up lost in a whole different city for 6 hours while trying to find my way back.

Bonus 1: I had an obsession with Kiwis for awhile as a kid, and our neighbors house had a Pangium tree that reached over to our yard. (It was planted before either families moved in so we didn’t know) I thought it was some kind of strange Kiwi and ate one. I didn’t like it and was like “Oh maybe its not ripe” and waited 3-5 months then tried it again, same reaction, repeat process one more time.

I went to my parents out of curiosity and asked them what it was, and so after some process I am unaware of but I think my mom brought one of the fruits somewhere, we discovered what it was.

Pangium contains Fatal amounts of Cyanide if not properly prepared. I was fine but for the love of anything please don’t try eating it like little me did.

Bonus 2: I’ve Almost died more times than I can count on both hands and feet. Im not an heir or something fancy I just have wackass luck.

Jamil: Once had to talk my sister out of jumping off a tour boat because our cousin dared her to.

Bonus : Managed to make French Toast in the middle of the woods with Dehydrated Milk, Cinnamon, Three Eggs I stole, and a loaf of bread we got once a month. Also made 3 kinds marinated chicken in the middle of the woods.

(My Cooking Style is literally “just trust me bro.” I’m like Lilia except it actually works and is edible)

Epel : Whenever we went applepicking at my Grandfathers house, I’d climb into the trees and throw or pass the apples down. Sometimes I actually wish I could sit in trees more often shits comfy.

Bonus: My Mom was a Champion Horseback Rider as a kid, and sometimes took us to this Ranch I shall not name for my own privacy, but I’d run around with this group of kids and this one herding dog like a damn movie protagonist, sometimes go riding horses, or the one time we stole a tractor and near crashed it (THE REGRETS I STILL HAVE-) etc.

The WHIPLASH from that to going back to a whitewashed Northeast suburban town is insane.

Rook: My Cousins and I, and sometimes the kids at the priorly mentioned ranch, would play the most intense games of manhunt (basically really intense hide n seek at night) ,

I mean wearing camo if you had it, alliances, little dollar store walkie-talkies, code words, binoculars, climbing in trees or hiding in bushes/tall grasses/Hay to “scout”.

I hid in a large pot/vase more than once and another time on a roof, and (ONLY ONCE, DO NOT DO THIS IM STUPID) under a car.

I still remain the top in last man standing points. Mostly bcs I’m stingy with rescues but shhh

Vil - Accidentally poured a lot of liquid eyeliner into my eye, was literally crying out Eyeliner for 30 minutes. Also taught myself to run and jump in heels as a kid because I thought it looked cool in movies.

Ortho : Unknowingly was Hacking my Elementary School Databank for several years,

I genuinely thought it was normal to go on the school website, press a few buttons and be able to find a friends address if I had a playdate and needed to tell my mom where the house was, a parents phone number if needed communication with my friends parents , and mostly ignored the other general info.

I didn’t even know I did this until my dad told me a few months ago that I almost got suspended for it but by the time they found out it was the end of my last year there. ;—;

Edit: I feel I should elaborate that my dad had somewhat recently told me that I almost got suspended for that in elementary school, but all that happened 5 YEARS ago. Hence why I was so surprised because I was never told back then.

Idia: Accidentally acquired both a Nahida and Eula in Genshin and was genuinely annoyed at the time, they are now my most powerful DPS’s…

Bonus : I own a shit ton of original Japanese first edition Pokemon Cards my cousin gave me, (they are probably worth more than me which is neat), and I have a giant pile of Pokemon plushies I have infact fallen asleep on or in on multiple occasions.

Bonus 2: I was playing Breath of the Wild, and my very first thing I did after getting off the plateau was beeline for the castle. I actually got all the way up and took out 2 blights but the Wind one kicked my ass.

Bonus 3: Got confessed to and asked out by a guy I did not like nor knew very well, and I panicked, said “Maybe, Sorry no.” And ran into a wall. Also have crawled through a chute to avoid an awkward situation as a kid (do not recommend its dusty and definitely not safe)

Bonus 4: Once didn’t sleep for 5 days.

Malleus : Accidentally attended a Private Party and a Private Funeral in the same week. I was not invited nor knew anyone present. Stayed there for most of it because I was too nervous to say I wasn’t supposed to be there. Whoop.

Bonus: Got nicknamed the “Trip Curse.” By my Old Dormmates because everytime I went on a trip with them everything seemed to go to shit or get hella chaotic.

Bonus 2: Another camping one: Once woke up at night with a shit ton of fireflies just chilling in my tent. It was serene but also I genuinely thought I was hallucinating for a few minutes.

Lilia: Literally will hang upside down anywhere I can, its so fun bro.

Bonus : I know an extremely large amount of useless historical information, and once genuinely realized I know more about poison than what flour and eggs are used for in baking.

Silver : Once befriended a wild horse ( Im like 90% sure he was a Chestnut).

I called him Clover the Dog like horse because he was honestly just a golden retriever in the body of a horse.

This is great and theres alot of sweet moments, but then theres the times you have a giant horse galloping full speed at you for attention or trying to nudge you affectionately and nearly pushing you into a creek in the process.

Sebek: Got groundstruck by lightning once. Also I am often told I have a loud voice.

Che’nya : a good friend of mine and I have an inside joke at school where if we see eachother through a window (my school has alot of indoor windows for some reason?), we’ll text the other “Behind you.” Or “To your left.”

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Theres more things I can think of but I have run out of characters and this is getting too long, so ye!

[base0h]

Can I request Zoro, Luffy and Sanji reacting to their partner having an allergic reaction, like it’s so bad they can’t breathe. Perhaps it’s a new dish sanji had made and their partner didn’t know they were allergic to something in the dish until now. :D

a/n - this is supposed to be serious but if you know me I can’t be serious with one piece characters most of the time 😭 sorry anon but there’s crack in zoro’s and luffy’s💀🫶

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, reader has allergies, crack (zoro and Luffy’s part)

- lunch is Luffy’s favorite time of the day, nothing can stop him from eating lunch (it’s important to have 5 meals a day obviously 💀)

- there’s breakfast, breakfast 2, lunch, after-lunch meal, dinner, and then dessert (there’s like two deserts but he doesn’t think it counts as a meal)

- today, Sanji decided to use a sea king Luffy absolutely destroyed (it tried to steal his breakfast, rip sea king)

- it looked a bit sketchy, but Sanji can cook anything and make it taste good-

- but even as he was cooking it, the smell of it that filled the sunny made you a bit woozy, causing you to become quite fatigued

- luffy was too focused on how excited he was to eat it, so he didn’t notice your symptoms. He was literally drooling all over the poor sunny. it was gross asf

- bro couldn’t wait so he ate the ladle Sanji was smacking him with 💀💀💀💀💀

- “LUFFY SPIT OUT THE LADLE I NEED IT.” -Sanji

- “I GOT A SPLINTER IN MY THROAT AGSJBSISBDJFNC-“ -luffy (he’s choking on the wood)

- “LUFFY NOOO-” -chopper

- when the time finally came to eat, you were only starting to feel worse, that stench of the meat was making you even more nauseated than before

- you had started to cough more frequently, having a constant itch in your throat that just wouldn’t go away

- “Are you alright y/n?” -robin (shes so caring 😭🫶)

- “I’m ok robin- thank you.”

- you tried playing it off as nothing, but it was getting hard to breathe, your vision becoming blurry as you sat down next to Luffy at the table

- you tried to take a bite, barely being able to swallow it, struggling to get the food down

- “Y/n.. Do you not like it?” -Sanji

- you stared down at your hands, and you noticed that little red dots had started to form on your knuckles, spreading down your wrists

- you couldn’t breathe.

- “Y/n…? Helloooo?” -luffy

- he tried waving his hand in front of your face, but you ended up passing out onto the table face first

- “OH MY GOD Y/N DIED.” -luffy bro you suck 💀💀💀

- chopper immediately rushed over, having to literally shove Luffy away from you so he could inspect you

- cue Luffy running around in circles freaking out about how you died in front of him (like ace)

- “IM SUCH A BAD BOYFRIEND I LET Y/N DIE IN FRONT OF ME-“

- it turned out you were allergic to this specific type of sea king, and chopper managed to give you some medicine to help you feel better

- Sanji kept apologizing, making sure that he would never cook this again in the future

- “ARE YOU OK Y/N?! HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?” -luffy (he’s holding four fingers up but this dumbass can’t count)

- “Four.” -you

- “CHOPPER Y/N’S DYING SHE THINKS IM HOLDING UP 4 FINGERS AGSOWBDOSNDJNFOXNC-“

- omfg Luffy pls 😭

- you love this guy but he’s dumb af

- Sanji absolutely adores cooking for you, he’d do it every minute if you wanted 🫶

- he practically knows every single dish you like by heart, and can recite all your favorite fruits and vegetables

- he always loves making new recipes for you to try, you’re his most trusted taste tester! (It’s not luffy- bro would eat the food and the plate too so he’s disqualified)

- today, he wanted to try a new take on some foreign food items he got from the market

- he hadn’t ever seen these before, but he had a knack for knowing which things would be delicious and rich in nutrients

- ever since the smell of the food traveled onto the sunny, you noticed that it was harder to take deep, full breaths.. but maybe it was just because the air was thin

- it didn’t go away. It only continued to worsen as Sanji kept cooking

- soon you started to cough, and have shortness of breath

- Sanji quickly stopped smoking, thinking that perhaps it was because of him. And he took you outside for a moment for you to get some fresh air

- your symptoms just wouldn’t go away! Irritatingly lingering around like some insect

- the time came to test out the new food, and your cough had worsened, your heartbeat racing from your lungs struggling to breathe

- it tasted good.. But the moment it traveled down your throat, you could feel it closing, as if your airways were completely blocked

- Sanji noticed it right away, and ran off in a panic to get chopper, supporting you from behind as chopper inspected your throat

- Sanji didn’t know what to do.. He wasn’t a doctor. But he knew he had to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He hated seeing you in pain!

- his hands carefully held you up as he allowed you to rest against his chest. Chopper confirmed that it was a severe allergic reaction to the food… And Sanji couldn’t believe that he was the one that caused this

- he immediately made Luffy scarf the food down to get it away from you, and made a mental note to get mad at the merchant that sold him the meat later (anything for y/n 🫶🫶)

- he did whatever he could to make you feel better.. Water? He’s already got it. Take you to bed? Of course! A nice blanket? You don’t even have to ask

- he felt so guilty! He never meant to make you have an allergic reaction like that.. He kept apologizing- over and over

- “Y/n- I’m so sorry.. I didn’t know you were allergic to that. I swear I’ll never cook it again, do you need anything? Water? I’ll get it for you! I’m sorry- you don’t have to forgive me- it’s completely my fault.”

- poor guy was ranting about how he doesn’t deserve you anymore 😭

- you had to reassure the man that it was alright, and that you turned out to be alright in the end!

- “No but seriously please don’t cook that again I think I almost died.” -you

- “IM SORRY Y/N IM SO SORRY-“ -Sanji

- bro is literally on his knees begging for forgiveness 💀

- zoro’s solution to anything health related would either be to sleep, drink, or take a shit

- stomach hurts? Take a shit

- feeling stressed? Take a shit

- need a break? Take a shit (copyrighted by zoro)

- he’s a tough guy, and he’s not very smart sometimes 💀

- but you love the marimo nonetheless 🫶

- he had just finished his 29th fight with Sanji today, and it was right on time for lunch

- you were amazed by how Sanji could argue and still try to kick zoro’s head off at the same time

- today, you felt oddly stiff and uncomfortable, were you getting sick?

- you didn’t start feeling under the weather until Sanji started cooking lunch… But you didn’t pay attention to that, you tried to press on and bare through it with a grin

- it got harder and harder, and your head started hurting next.

- “Your head hurts? Did you shit today?” -zoro

- “What the fuck does my shit have to do with my head zoro?”

- he’s dumb just leave him be

- of course he’s concerned for you, he just doesn’t know how to help you 👍

- he continued eating his lunch, and you managed to take a bite of yours after a couple minutes of mustering up the strength

- you couldn’t breathe

- you started panicking, grabbing zoro’s arm to tell him something’s wrong. This wasn’t just a cold- this was something BAD

- “Y/n? What the hell? You look horrible rn-“ -zoro (did he just insult you 😭)

- he finally realized that something was really wrong- and he started freaking out-

- he started slapping your back to try and get you to spit out the food- he thought you were maybe choking

- “Y/N? ARE YOU CHOKING? STOP CHOKING.” -zoro (wow zoro you’re so helpful 💀💀💀)

- you thought he’d be helpful? Yeah nah 😭

- bro was literally abusing your poor back, you swore he broke some kind of muscle back there

- chopper ran over, quickly inspecting you before deducing that it was an allergic reaction to the food

- “What the hell’s an allergy??” -zoro

- “It’s when people’s bodies don’t like a certain object or thing- it makes them cough or sneeze and maybe even does what it did to y/n.” -chopper

- Mosshead is so confused right now (he’s never been sick 💀)

- You started feeling better after chopper gave you some medicine to clear your system of the food.. And thank god- you felt so much better than before

- “Y/n you could’ve just shit out the food.” -zoro

- “I CANT SHIT ON COMMAND YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER-“

a/n - Luffy can’t count 💪

[ndjournal]

hey, hey i would like to submit a kind of success story!

so my dog literally disappeared after 4pm and i noticed that after 7pm cause a i haven't seen her since

i desperately started to look for her EVERYWHERE i literally looked even in the cameras because i was afraid that someone kidnapped her, we posted pictures of "Missing Dog" on the internet, all of our neighbors were trying to find her too cause everybody loves her (she'd seriously very cute and sweet!) and i was almost getting in their house to search for her, but my mom said it would be rude to act like this. i didn't care at all, but i still didn't actually do it

even with all my efforts i still couldn't find her: so i remembered that one success stories from a sophie's anon where she said her cat was missing and she was desperate to "apply" and make her cat appears, but then she remembered WHO was trying and desperate and let go. After that the cat appeared safe and sound

i tried to do the same, let go of the idea that i was worried or missing her and just accept that, yes she was lost and there was nothing i (ego) could do. i let my mind think the worst things, even that someone would use her as a commerce to make lots of puppies to sell (😣😣😣) or that she was dead (she was actually a little cause of something she ate the day before) and went fat to die (some animals do this when they know there're going to die)

unfortunately it didn't work and she was still missing

i decided to go to bed and sleep cause it was late and there were no news about her

i went to sleep with that bad feeling of lost, but i knew that it wasn't me cause the real me don't have anything, only the ego has this "property" sense and then at 1:28 am i woke up from a dream where my dog was actually here and her "missing" was the dream haha

i woke up SUPER relieved, but i noticed it was a dream Where i was dreaming that it was a dream (does it make sense?) so i was consumed by some bitter feeling

the moment it happened i literally said NO! This is a dream, that was reality, it's all one anyways ill choose what i want and i swear to god the moment i said that my 2 year old nephew came here (he lives in the apt next door) screaming all over the place in the middle of the night saying that he found her with that baby accent

i got up bed desperately and realized that she was

NEVER lost, but actually hidden between the sofa (poor girl, it must've been painful)

i am trying to find something that was the key point for it to happen, but i don't really know i guess i just thought that if life is a dream and even though it may seem very real, it's still a dream and i can control it so i decided to fix that situation, but i also let go of control cause i knew ego couldn't do anything

i got mixed feelings cause i was letting go of the situation, but then thoughts would appear and i would react accordingly. maybe there is more, but i don’t know i am still processing this im so happy she’s here!!!!

I'm glad, thanks for sharing! Linking the post you mentioned here. This excerpt might be helpful for you:

The easiest creations or shifts for me happen when I just decide on something as a fact then just let it go and forget about it. There was no analysis, no rumination, no second guessing or questioning on it. It's easiest to do this for things that you have no attachments. It's not until I am reminded of that decision by the actual manifestation that I realize how effortless it all was, yet it can be so hard for things where there is pre-existing conditioning in the mind related to the choice one wants to make (when one entirely drops identification with the mind, this will no longer matter).

Another thing you can try to practice is having trust in Self/Universe/God more when you let go, rather than letting your mind run wild with all these negative scenarios, you can let go with the trust and faith that everything is being taken care of and there's nothing to worry about. That way you can actually truly let go, rather than flip flop back to worrying, reacting to negative thoughts and being attached to the situation (this is what the excerpt would call as 'changing your mind' like you did where you at first let go and then went back to worrying about it, meaning you hadn't truly let go). Try practicing this for your next creations! :)

[milo-mars]

|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 10: Luminous|

{Sorcerer! Yunho x Male!Reader}

{Plot; Y/N's younger brother accidentally shrinks him down nd he is taken to the village sorcerer, Jeong Yunho.}

{A/N - I feel like yunho in a fantasy setting as sm howl energy that it's lowkey crazy- enjoy! <3}

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{Tags; fantasy au, pure fluff, magical shenanigans.}

Everything around Y/N suddenly started growing bigger and bigger before he realized that no, everything wasn't big; he was just the height of a blade of grass now thanks to his younger brother practicing a spell on him. The moment you shrunk down, your mom rushed in and scooped you up in her palms; her touch was very delicate for obvious reasons.

And now you were at the best sorcerer in the village, Jung Yunho. “I just didn't know what else to do or who to go to for this kind of thing!” Your mom worriedly explained as she handed you to Yunho's palms; you were now literally in his hands as they spoke. “I see… Thank you for trusting me, ma'am; I'll get him back to size by this week.“ He spoke with the right amount of authority and care; he could easily wipe out everyone here, but he would never use his magic for his own gain; it was the mage's code after all. He closed the door as he said his goodbyes to your mother, and he placed you on his desk, tapping his finger against his chin as he looked down at you. “My… Your brother is quite the spellcaster; aren't you supposed to be a teacher of magic?” Y/N huffed and climbed on top of one of Yunho's books. “I am, now are you going to help me?”

Yunho walked over to a shelf and began to look through various scrolls and books of his; he found it a little cute how Y/N was so feisty for someone the size of a bug. He picked out a book and flipped through the pages as he sat back down at his desk. Y/N tried to peer at the pages to see what Yunho was looking at. Yunho closed the book and smiled down at Y/N. “It seems I'm going to have to make a bit of a journey for a few things; I hope you don't mind waiting until the weekend before you're back to size.” Y/N was a little anxious about being tiny for more than a day, but he had to be grateful that he was at least getting help. He shook his head. “I don't mind! Just as long as you know what you're doing!” He had to basically shout to Yunho so that he could hear him. Yunho chuckled, and he picked up Y/N in his palm. “How about some dinner to settle things down?” He said, lighting up the candles in his kitchen with just the snap of his fingers.

Y/N couldn't just deny dinner; from what he could see and smell from Yunho's dining room table, the sorcerer could cook. He didn't even have to make a dinner for 2; instead, he just carefully cut small portions of his plate and placed it on a doll's table he set up for Y/N, who gladly sat down and took in what was a large dinner to him. “Thank you!” Y/N said to Yunho as he sat down, smiling in response. “It's no big deal; you're like feeding a firefly.” He chuckled and scooped up a spoonful, trying not to stare down at Y/N as they ate, but he couldn't help but keep seeing how cute he was, eating with tiny doll utensils at the tiny doll table. Y/N happily munched on the bread and stew that Yunho prepared, although he yelped when a fly started hovering around him; he tried to shoo it away but to no avail. Yunho flicked the fly away from Y/N's food and cast a tiny circle of protection around him. “Better?” Y/N started to nod but realized Yunho wouldn't see his motion. “Yes!”

As Yunho refilled the little cup for Y/N and gave him seconds when he asked for more, he realized just how much he enjoyed having someone around. He hoped Y/N would come over more after he turned him back, because he made his home more luminous than any light he could make from magic.

[threestargirls]

my yellowjackets character ranking: (spoilers ahead!!!)

1. Nat - an obvious decision, i think. she managed to stay the most level-headed and empathetic during everything we’ve seen in the wilderness. she also seems to be the most…. sane, even after everything descended into insanity. her storyline is so sad my shaylaaaaaaa

2. Lottie - probably controversial. she’s a horrendous person and i know this, but i connect with her character on such a deep level for some reason. i love her insanity and i hope she gets more insane. she was neglected and felt out of place her entire life, and then when she finally felt a purpose, she latched onto it so tightly that she ended up harming people around her. overall obsessed with her, she’d be first if not for the thing with travis/akilah

3. Jackie - jackie taylor they could NEVER make me hate you. definitely had the most realistic reaction to the crash, as well as overall being the most sane up until her death. she was a good friend and a good person. snackie we will never forget you

4. Travis - perhaps a controversial opinion. it’s hard for me to get past the misogyny in season 1, but i’m honestly SO intrigued by his character and i wish we were seeing more of him this season. his death and how he spiraled was so sad. and him and his duck… OHHH MY SHAYLA

5. Mari - an absolute icon and a diva. she kinda pissed me off in season 2(?i think) because of the lottie/nat hunt thingy and how hard she was glazing lottie, but i love her so much now. absolutely hilarious and the comedic relief we all needed

6. Misty - i love you so much misty! so much hate from the fandom, but i’m truly so in love with her character. especially adult her!! she would be higher if not for the transmitter/crystal situations.

7. Van - i think as a teenager, van was definitely the most connected to the outside world. an overall positive person and also a necessary comedic relief. such a loving and realistic character. and taivan my beloved <3 honestly, van would be higher if not for how she treated javi’s death.

8. Taissa - scares the absolute SHIT out of me. that being said, her storyline is so interesting to me and hopefully we see more in the next episode, which i’m thinking we will. would also be higher if not for her haunting my dreams (and the simone situation)

9. Coach Scott - also extremely sane and we love him for that. his monologue when he was on trial made me so sad. this man deserved SO much better. honestly, despite loving his character, i wasn’t all that interested by him, which is why he’s at nine.

10. Akilah - why did we just abandon the lottie/vision plot line?! am i just watching this show with my eyes closed?! but i love akilah so much. with what lottie’s putting her through, she’s holding up so well. i think she’s incredibly brave and also has a LETHAL facecard. now that i’m thinking about it maybe she should be higher…

11. Laura Lee - honestly, she’s only this high because i’m obsessed with her lottie plotline and obsessed with how her religion seems to consume her (and dare i say blind her). her death episode is still my favorite episode in the whole show, and i think she was incredibly brave to try and save everyone. also very sun bleached flies coded

12. Crystal/Kristen - such a fun and sweet character, and i genuinley enjoyed her bond with misty so much. deserved so much better than what happened to her. i’m also very curious what happened to her body…. honestly though, the only thing i found that interesting about her was her death and how her kindness led to her demise

13. Javi - MY SHAYLAAAAAA. javi you deserved the world and more and i am so sorry you sweet boy that these hungry lesbians ate you (and your OWN BROTHER) but also overall while he always made me frown or go “aw!”, he wasn’t that interesting. i feel guilty saying that lmao

14. Melissa - literally the least interesting possible person we could have pushed to the front, and it was just for her to be obsessed with shauna too. i did however enjoy her adult self humbling shauna

15. Robin - has had like almost zero screen time but i love how she always looks on the verge of tears. very relatable

16. Shauna - i understand her, i just don’t like her. i find her character incredibly interesting and she lowkey carries the adult plotline. her expressing her grief with rage is so realistic and honestly, i feel her. i just dislike her she pisses me off endlessly despite her being interesting. love content and theories surrounding her though…. bonus points because i love melanie and sophie

17. Britt - girl who are you😭 her laughing in the background when they were gonna get rescued actually made me like her even though she has like no screentime. something about her giggling made me like her

18. Gen - oh girl sit DOWN. like zero screen time and that combined with the pushing natalie and telling her to stfu was my last straw. absolutely beautiful though

[agustdiv1ne]

in no particular order, here are my favorite fics that i've read this year!! please show a lot of love to all of these wonderful authors <3 (also please heed their rules, esp for nsfw fics!!)

part of my 2023 wrap up!

@koqabear

um like. quite literally everything sol has posted this year. i am being so serious. check out their masterlist right NEOWWWW and read EVERYTHING

@blackhairedjjun

flowers of every color — i could rave about this series for like 10 hours straight, i'm not even kidding. it's sweet with the perfect amount of angst to really draw you in, i fell in love with every character more and more with each chapter <3 now where is my prince!jjunie :(

@tyunkus

amazon wishlist (m) — me when me when me when roommate!tyun offers to fuck me...god, i need this so bad

@jishyucks

gloves & dittany — OHHHHH how i love this fic...one of the best harry potter aus i have ever read, and with yeonjun?? slytherin!yeonjun!!!! ooooo you really got me good, op <3

bittersweet — *cowboy cat meme* DRUNK SOOOOOOOOOB i think this wins the award for being the cutest fic i read in the year of 2023

@beom-pyu

i can't swim, idiot! (m) — i will never not shut up about this fic...just faking married? with beomgyu?? with feelings involved??? yeah. Yeah <3

like the moon — merman!kai you will always be famous to me, one of my all-time favorites by far!!!!!

@toruro

answers (m) — this academic rival!taehyun fic had me screaming crying gnawing on my leg like wtf mika. how could you do this to me. i am dead now.

@hyukalyptus

something nice (m) — i went SOOOO insane over this fic like the dynamics were just. scrumptious. i love yeonkai i love this fic i love hp for writing this yes yes yes

like, never ever? (m) — ohhhh my god. this one really got me good,, dom best friend!beomgyu giving mc her first orgasm?? sign me tf up !!!!!!

@qqtxt

sway with me — i sent this in for their 1k event i just :')))) i love this so so so much!!!! dancing with yeonjun is my dream, so thank you for taking my request op!! <3

@hueareloved / @huenation

my love mine all mine (m) — the most tender and soft and SWEET nsfw fic i have ever read, so in love with this and sleepy lovesick jjunie AGHH brb rereading this

ditto — ohhhh how i love angst. amor's writing style is beautiful and it made this beomgyu fic that much more heart-wrenching <3

@huckleberrykai

laundry basket (m) — no bc this went CRAZYYY with the perv!mc thing, savored every single word of this kai fic tbh

comfy cozy (m) — CUTE AF. i am the biggest proponent of soft smut and berry writes it so well <3 i loveee soft yeonjun more than life itself

@aduh0308 / @banggyu0308

yeehaw (m) — OKAYYY cowboys!taejun fucking destroyed me like. i don't think i ever recovered from this

berry sorbet (m) — i need kai to be my soulmate rn wtf. cute n sweet and i loved it

@boba-beom

airport crush pt.2 (m) — the minute smiles told me she was working on airport crush pt.2 i passed away. nothing could have prepared me for this fic, it destroyed me in the best way...god, i need yeonjun so bad

trapped in your game (m) — i salivated. i quaked. i (s)creamed. best friend!yeonjun, please hmu </3

@napofamoon / @mazeinthemoon

you're the one love (m) — moonie ATE with this fallen angel!yeonjun fic!! i love sacrilege n this was just sooo hot

@tubatwo

workaholic — this made me giggle and kick my feet so hard...i love you cafe boss taehyun, pls marry me

@hyuk4ngel

honeymoon avenue — i. love. angst. and fay is exceptionally talented at writing it!! taehyun better watch out tho >:(

@mapofthemazeinthemirror / @afterbluehours

untitled (m) — this yeonbin x reader fic is SOOOO hot like. i screamed. i cried. i rolled around in a fetal position because it just made me so insane

@nightlyawnzz

duality (m) — OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDD i think this is one of the hottest kai fics i have ever read in my entire life. i don't often see kai as a hard dom in fics so this opened my eyes (can't wait for the final part!!)

@scintillasofbeomgyu

you are in love — one of my jjunie comfort fics!!! sweet n soft and everything to me :')

@petrichor-han

twenty-three suns (m) — rain's writing style hits me straight in the gut, especially with this summer fling au with taehyun :') lovely yet heart-wrenching and AGHH i love this

@ncteez

untitled (m) — UMMM this camboy!yeonjun fic altered the trajectory of my entire life. i fucking die every time i read this, like it has to be laced with crack or something

menace (m) — this was batshit INSANE LIKEEEE gangster!yoongi fucked me up so bad (in the best way)

@yeonboy

never meet your heroes — ONE OF MY FAVS EVER. LIKE. COLLEGE AU WITH SOOBIN???? I AM SO OBSESSED YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND

@ijhyo

how to get the girl — i ate this up SO hard. i just adore both the mc and beomgyu's characters in this, definitely another all-time favorite of mine

@cheolhub

head (m) — SAR YOU WERE INSANE FOR THIS. sub!soobin makes me so feral and this made my brainrot even worse UGHHH

@starbandit

backseat (m) — oh. oh yeah. now this is everything to me, best friend!yeonjun + car sex = a very very happy me

@tonicandjins

learning languages (m) — i don't often read donghyuck fics (or nct fics in general), but this one. oh, this one is beautiful. it made me cry, it made go through so many emotions i just. read this right now, you won't regret it

@heart2beom

cliche — i still vividly remember this first time that i read this, the dialogue is hilarious and it is just sweet n fluffy n AGHH i will forever adore this fic <3

and some more accounts with amazing fics!!!: @majestyjun @hyewka @taegimood @naomiarai @hyuk4sbf @fairyofshampgyu @enha-cafe @moonhoures @wolfytae-exe @dearlyjun @heartchoi @sook9i @tinietaehyun @minastras

a big thank you to all of these writers for sharing your works!! <3

[evergardenwall]

a few things i've been doing and that you should do to help with feelings of anxiety/doom:

1) first, literally, disable notifications from news outlets apps, and stop watching live 24/7 tv news. like. at least, for me, it helps, because this shit triggers so much anxiety in me, and makes me spiral; i much prefer looking up the news from my own volition. even if it is also anxiety-inducing, it is not as overwhelming and i feel like i have some control/can process information better

2) spend time with your loved ones irl. hug them, talk about what you're feeling if this can help, or do an activity together that can distract you! back in april 2022, between the two rounds of the french election, i was having a full mental breakdown, and my mum took me on a day out, visiting local villages and just. getting out of the house and visiting other place and breathing fresh air helped a lot.

3) kind of a followup to 2) but, go on a walk ! pace around, breathe the outside air—i cannot stress it enough, it helps with calming down racing thoughts, at least for me :)

4) if you are having difficulty to eat/have no appetite, please, eat a little something anyway; having an empty stomach does not help. go for something easy to prepare and/or a safe food. i just had a banana and a bowl of cereal for lunch—not the most conventional lunch, i know, but at least, i ate something even though i wasn't feeling hungry and nothing motivated me to eat :')

5) if you are feeling intrusive thoughts, feeling like you are responsible for the outcome of this election, and feeling guilty for not doing enough — please, please, don't guilt-trip yourself. you did what you could. this is something way bigger than us, an accumulation of many things, including structural racism, inequalities in access to voting, the gradual rise of fascism, and the system being deeply flawed, all the harmful shit that stayed from the orange man's first term and which long-term consequences built up to this.

6) please, remember that your vote wasn't worthless. i promise. you did the right thing by getting out of your house, going to the polling station, waiting in line for hours to make your voice heard, and i am deeply thankful you did it. genuinely. and remember that this election was going to be close. i'm not saying that there isn't criticism to be made about people who refused to vote, or voted third party — they have a huge responsibility —, but you, the average person worried about the democracy, who showed up and voted blue? i do not want you to feel like your vote was useless and give up. please.

7) remember that very bad things have happened in the past too, yet we're still here. hang on this fact. we're alive, and we're here.

8) repeat of 2 but: you should hug your loved ones. and i am sending you hugs, too—especially if you're from a vulnerable demographic (a racial minority, LGBTQ+, etc.) 🫂 you are not alone!