#sorry if it's kinda confusing and jumbled.

[pcrfumebcttles]

On mobile but I need to write this down real quick.

The reason why Allison values her divinity so much is because it gives her a sense of agency over herself. She wants to be a good person. She wants to help others. This is why she hates people who tempted her to be something she's not. Or those who see her as "not good enough" and need "fixing." She ties her divinity to her own agency so much that she sees any scenario where she would have to give it up or anyone who appears to want to take it from her as a threat.

#fallen angel: character study/about #outofperfume #;;mobile #sorry if it's kinda confusing and jumbled. #the though just came to me and I needed to write it down

[dire-kumori]

cassidy surviving william's attempt on her life and swearing revenge as a very alive and very angry grade schooler sounds like an interesting plot point

flkdsjfl;jsdlkfj, it does! I'm just not 100% sure where she'd fit in. The AU's primarily Mike and Evan trying to sneak around Will while repairing their relationship under the most... awkward (understatement) of circumstances. Although....

Another idea I had involved Mike becoming obsessed with studying the paranormal and supernatural in order to learn how to help Evan as best he can. And given the time frame*, this got Mike labelled as a satanist by the people of Hurricane and made him even more of an outcast than he already was. Some even began gossiping that the Bite of '83 was him sacrificing his brother to the devil.

This ties back to Cassidy, I swear.

So, let's say Cassidy survives the attempt on her life and vows vengeance on Will. Not so easy for a teeny kid. And maybe she tries to tell her parents or someone that the man in the bunny costume tried to kill her, but Will is charming and charismatic and manages to convince people that the attempt on her life was simply the result of her overactive imagination. Poor Cassidy gets away with her life, but everyone assumes that she was either lying or getting worked up over nothing and trying to get poor Mr. Afton in trouble.

So she starts keeping an eye on the Aftons, and that's how weird, gloomy, secretive, supposed demon-worshipping Michael catches her eye. She notices that he skips school a lot, never socializes with anyone, and aside from checking the library for things that make suburban moms clutch their pearls, never really leaves his house. She also notices that he and his murdering dad aren't exactly close. It's a risk, but she decides it might be worth trying to figure out what his deal is in order to get the evidence she needs to prove that William is a murderer.

#*a moral panic during the 1980s that consisted of over 120000 unsubstantiated cases of ritualistic abuse #sorry if this is a bit jumbled I literally only thought of it bc of this ask #and kind of blurted it out #but I like the idea of Cassidy (eventually) being brought into the Afton bros' secret #another thought I had was that since Michael obviously knows about ghosts #and that they can possess animatronics #he'd put 2+2 together and realize that Charlie's in the puppet #which would of course lead to him sneaking her into his house too #and so Michael's and Evan's social circle expands from being just the two of them #danke shoen for the ask! #in Ever After I made Mike about 3-ish years older than Evan and Elizabeth #and I imagine Evan and Cassidy are the same age or at least very close #in Ever After I made Mike about 5-ish years older than Evan and Elizabeth #so imagine a 10 year old Cassidy stalking 15 year old Mike trying to figure out if he's a murderer or at least knows murder-y stuff #meanwhile Mike's just very confused by this little goblin who's suddenly started showing up everywhere he goes #and trying very very hard to make sure she doesn't find out about Evbear #Evan's kind of amused by the whole situation and curious about this kid Mike's mentioned once or twice #the reason the blurb about Mike being obsessed with occult stuff was bc in my head Cassidy goes goth as she grows up #so I was gonna say something about how they kinda click and form a weird rapport #but I kinda lost that train of thought up there #ask #anonymous #Evbear AU

[yxami]

I think I said I would do no nut November as a joke bc I didn’t do October so 😭😭😭 here u go

desc: yandere nerd x gn willing reader, mentions of stalking, obsession, creep habits, the usual, was gonna make nsfw but it got long so maybe part 2 will actually be the no nut part

The bookworm of your class has trouble not looking at you, not focusing in on how beautiful you presented yourself today, jesus, is that a new body mist? It’s almost like you knew he loves sweet scents.

He stares at the back of your head lovingly until you turn around and catch his stare on accident after you were about to speak to your friend. He freezes in the wooden chair he sits in and sees you slowly speaking to your friend while knitting your brows in a confused expression as you stare back.

Fuck fuck fuck. He manages to look away with red cheeks, ears burning a scorching temperature in embarrassment. He didn’t expect you to turn to your friend!! You had never done that so why now?

God, he hopes he didn’t look like a creep, he can’t even follow along to the lesson since his hands are too shaky and his mind can’t settle on one thing to think about other than you.

This is the only occasions his brain is fried and jumbled, he feels so dumb when you plague his mind to the point where he’s unable to think or speak.

The lesson passes thankfully, or so he thought until he sees you walking up to his desk, he hesitated to even look up, just staring straight ahead until you speak, if you listened closely you could these his teeth grinding in pure anxiousness.

“Hey, do you mind?” Your voice is in a regular tone, no anger, no disgust, nothing, this being the first time you’ve ever spoken to him, but he doesn’t pick up on that fact.

“Nono! Go ah- ahead” He mentally curses at himself for being such a mess up when his throat fails to smoothly deliver his words. He gets up, collecting his books and allowing you to get a better look at him.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to study together after school, you seemed to be a little lost during class so I wanted to offer my help” You grin, hoping it was friendly like you imagined it to be.

“Oh— um, yeah! I mean yes, thank you, sorry” He rambled, stupidly continuing his sentence even though it was just a yes or no question. He couldn’t imagine that his dream would come true by the hands of you.

All the stalking he’s done, passing in the same route you go after managing to log into your school account to find out what your schedule was, going to every party you went to just to hide in a corner for the entire duration to make sure nobody would try to take you home, he’d do anything to make sure you were safe and happy.

It’s humorous to him that he has you in his room now, looking around with your curiosity peaked at how he’s decorated his room, games and such, a few posters here and there.

He just hopes the last minute decorating suits him because the hundereds of photos he had to tear off his wall had him wincing every time, he’s never dared to take them off until now, nor even hide the plushies he’s bought that look like you, but he assured himself it was for the sake of you, so he managed to do it.

“So, can you remember what this mixture does? When the 5th and 8th are swished together?” You point your pencil, circling around the ones you were mentioning, wondering if he would get this one right.

This poor little nerd is shaking on whether to pretend he doesn’t know or impress you with his knowledge, he’s the top of the class but you thought he didn’t get the subject.

So he decided to pretend.

“Um… it makes this one right?” He weakly says, hoping his confused voice sounded realistic, he doesn’t like the taste of lying on his tongue, but he’s doing it for you so it’s okay in his mind.

You shake your head with a disapproving hum but make sure not to embarrass him by pointing at the right answer. “It’s this one, I created a rhyme to remember since it’s kinda hard to remember it” You wrote down your own creation of a rhyme on his notes, making sure it was right by whispering it to yourself.

Honestly too cute, his heart is pounding out of his chest while he gushes over how adorable you looked, you’re a drug that he can’t stay away from, and he loves every second of this high he gets.

As you scribble the lines down he hopes you write more so he can treasure how your handwriting and add it to his growing collection. The growth is spreading like wildfire just from you being in his room and doing normal things.

“Sorry if it’s out of the blue but I haven’t ate all day, can I get some snacks or something?” You could feel your stomach growl, hoping it wasn’t as loud as you imagined it to be.

“Huh- yeah sure! Of course!” He jumps up, quickly scrambling to get out from under the table the two of you worked on. “I’ll get you something, don’t worry!” He happily says, quickly zigzagging out his own room to get you something to eat.

You thought he was an interesting classmate, that’s for sure. You wondered what type of personality he had, was he always this shy and desperate to please?

You placed your pencil down, forgetting to set it down on something sturdy, it rolls down under his bed into the darkness, before you could even realize what specific area it rolled into. You make sightless grabs and manage to get ahold of something.

You bring it out to find out it’s nothing like a pencil and in fact a plushie, a cute one, but it looks a little familiar, it sort of resembles you? Maybe it’s just a coincidence? You pat it’s plush little head and place it down on the side, making another grab to find one plushie after another.

Seriously! How many plushies did he need? And why did they all look like you?

You only piece together that you’ve discovered a part of his shrine when you pull out a collage of pictures that all contain you.

You talking with your friend who was angrily scribbled out, another of you eating at lunch, one of you just tired during a lecture, and the most intimate ones being of you sleeping and in your house. You can tell one of them is more recent by how the picture was of you in your pajamas cooking yesterdays dinner.

Your eyes quickly dart to observe each photo, pondering about when or how he could’ve taken these.

Speak of the devil he enters with a plate of your favorite food, something you’ve never told him and you’re sure that it’s not another coincidence.

His jaw drops as he sees you surrounded by his plushie collection and most terrifying of all, his collage of his favorite pictures of you.

“That’s— um- I can explain! It’s just—“ He hastily shoves the plate onto his studying table, trying to reason with unfinished rambles of whatever, you honestly blocked it out.

“What is all this?” Your face contorts into blatant confusion and he can’t read the glint in your eyes, something he‘s never failed to do.

“I’m sorry, im s—sorry” He hiccups, already into a crying mess without any actual words of rejection, he’s on his knees, hands clasping onto your pants as he begs for who knows what.

“I-I promise I won’t stalk you anymore, please? I know it’s creepy and wrong but I like you I really do“ He cries, hoping you wouldn’t kick him to the side and yell at him like he’d assume you would do.

He knew he was a creep but he couldn’t stop himself, it all started with you helping him grab his things after he dropped it in a busy hallway and then the obsession never stopped, it was like a parasite that he couldn’t stop feeding and he loved every second of it, of you.

“It’s fine” You pat his head, brushing some hair out his face.

“It’s fine..?” He repeats, wondering if he’s heard you correctly, he sniffles and melts into your soft touch, even though he feels undeserving of it right now.

“Well I kinda had an idea that there was something up with you. By how many times I’ve seen you throughout my week, I’ve noticed that you’re always in the background watching me” You bring him up to stand, his legs are so shaky he’s almost leaning on you.

“You’re n..not mad right?” He hiccups again, now getting embarrassed at how pathetic he sounded, his glassy eyes scanned your expression, praying this wasn’t a cruel joke and that you genuinely didn’t mind.

“Not really, just.. don’t take pictures inside my house” You’re tempted to joke with him by whacking his arm with a plushie of his but you don’t. You just continue to tuck his hair behind his ears so they no longer stick to his wet cheeks.

“Ookay! I won’t” He quickly nods, eager to please you, especially since you seemed to have accepted him even with his creepy habits and flaws.

“And if you want a picture just ask, you don’t have to take them far away without my permission” You grab his phone, wiping his tears away with your sleeve and blowing his bangs out his face, he’s practically crimson red by how he closed his eyes thinking you were going to kiss his forehead.

“Here, look” You sit next to him, backs pressed against the wall of his bed as you take a photo, you tell him to smile after seeing the blank expression on his face.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous” He mumbles, wiping his damp face to make sure he didn’t look that bad in the photo, he’s only closed his eyes for one moment before he feels pressure on top of his lap, oh my god you’re in his lap why are you in his lap?

Before he can sputter out those questions you take a picture, making a kissy face as he looks flustered and confused in the photo, you turn his phone to show the picture you took.

“Why not put that one in your collage?” You turn to see how he looks and there’s not a single thought behind his eyes, looks like you broke him and the teasing has barely even started.

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #pls request #yandere nerd #yandere nerd ic #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere guy #yandere x gn reader #yandere x willing reader #yandere virgin #yandere nerd oc #nerd yandere

[bunnyywritings]

to be seen...

BAKUGOU KATSUKI X GN!READER

[a/n: i lowkey love the hc that bakugou is partially deaf/hard of hearing cause of his quirk like...it just makes so much sense to me ?? anyways i just wanted to get this one out of my system! it's not the best so...sorry but yeah...enjoy!! - bunny]

© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

wc: 1.6k words

warnings: none that i can think of...kinda angsty tbh, there's also more of a focus on bakugou than reader

This couldn’t be real. 

He’s not weak so…why? 

Why did this happen? 

Bakugou’s hands shook as these merciless thoughts ran through his head as Doctor’s poked and prodded at his ears. Their touch was bothersome but he supposed he was grateful he couldn’t really hear what they were discussing, any tangible noise was muddy and replaced by a ceaseless ringing. 

He had gone through all the motions. Denial being the most violent. He had screamed and cried in a clearing a ways away from the dorms where he had thought that no one would hear him but when he returned and immediately clocked your glossy eyes and trembling bottom lip, he realized how mistaken he was. 

Oh, you. Sweet, caring, you. 

He almost felt guilty for how much he had pushed you away. All you wanted to do was make sure he knew he wasn’t alone, make sure he felt loved and cared for but he mistook your empathy for pity and blew up at you. This time around it was much, much louder and much more terrifying because he couldn’t hear how loud and rude he was really being. 

He had scoffed when you clutched your fists to your side as big fat tears rolled down your cheeks. He couldn’t read lips very well but he didn’t need to when the word ‘mean’ had been formed so clearly by your lips before you ran off to your room. 

Now, he was just numb. Having accepted that this was his reality, Doctor’s poking and prodding and the uneasy sight of his mother so broken and…sad. Having to practically be held up by his father. 

This wasn’t right. She wasn’t weak. She was never weak but once again, he had mistaken her love and empathy for pity…for weakness. 

School had been on break for the spring and he was desperate to get back, he was being run through the wringer and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted the mundane rhythm of his life back. He wanted to attend his classes again. Quirk training. English. Hero Law.

 He actually missed those idiots he calls friends. To sit with them in the cafeteria and hear about the stupid shojo that Denki was reading. Hear how Kiri can’t beat some boss level on the stupid game he was playing. Hear Mina complain about how her cuticles were as healthy as ever. Hear Jiro ramble on about a new band she found and how she thinks he’d actually like them. 

Hear…

Would he still be able to do any of that? 

He couldn’t quite remember what his condition was. The ringing was gone but all that's left is a muffled sea of jumbled up noises. He was getting better at reading lips and he was put through the master class of sign language in a week. His instructor was surprised but he knew that if you had been there, you would’ve given him a bashful smile and said, “I expected nothing less from our future top hero.” 

Ah, that’s right. 

Most of all, he missed you. 

Your smile. Your wit. Your eyes…the very same ones he made shine with tears. Your laugh…the sound he’d miss the most out of anything. 

Despite having left the way he did, you still texted him. He hadn’t responded but you still thought about him. 

“You’re doing an awful lot for a guy who told you to piss off…” Shoji eyed you carefully as you set up the classroom, helping you place workbooks on the desks and open the windows. 

“Yeah but you know as well as I do that Bakugou uses anger like a shield. He’s probably confused and in pain about all of this, it’s only fair that we help out as much as we can.” 

Your caring nature was worrying sometimes. Shoji had seen your heart shattered multiple times by people who brush you off or take advantage of your willingness to do hard work, he was worried that Bakugou didn’t deserve this kindness. 

He remembered holding you as you sobbed into his chest, it took everything in him to not run out to the common room and knock some sense into the blonde but ultimately, he decided that staying and comforting you was more important. 

And despite all that pain he caused you had gone straight to Principle Nezu and pleaded for the school’s help. Going as far as offering to do all the work in finding an instructor and getting all your classmates on board. Now, here you were setting up the classroom for the first day of sign language classes. 

The Friday before school started up again, Mitski got a call from the specialist they had been working with and with the influence of UA, Bakugou’s hearing aids were ready for him. She was ecstatic, enthusiastically waking her son and shouting at him to get ready. 

He was…startled to say the least. If he had been able to hear the yelp he had let out when he was shaken awake, he surely would’ve been a bright red. 

And so, with the promise of heading to a nice restaurant for breakfast before heading back home, Bakugou shoved himself into the backseat of the car and off they went. 

The school had covered two pairs and he almost scoffed at the design of the devices. The first pair’s earpiece was clear, swirled with red and orange and the part that hooks around the ear, an almost gaudy, bright red-orange. The second was just his hero costume earpieces with hearing aids attached. Both pairs were specially made to muffle his explosions while still being able to hear others clearly. They also had a bluetooth feature so he’d be able to listen to music comfortably.

The doctor and his parents looked on expectantly as Bakugou slipped them on for the first time, surprised by how comfortable they were. He switched them on with shaky hands and everyone waited in silence before he looked into his mother’s teary eyes. 

“Katsuki…honey? Can you hear me?” 

His eyes widened. Had her voice always been so tender?

 It brought tears to his eyes, he got up from the uncomfortable exam table, fists clenched at his sides. She looked up at him from her seat and her face crumbled. His eyebrows were pinched, a pitiful frown on his wobbling lips and tears slowly leaking from his eyes. 

“Oh, honey…” He threw himself into her embrace and cried into her neck like he had done many times when he was little. Masaru watched on in tearful wonder, remembering that this was still his son. His baby boy and he was hurting more than he let on. Shouldering an exhaustingly heavy burden on his shoulders all by himself. 

The image of his little boy, only 4 feet tall tearfully struggling to hold a boulder up above his head, arms and legs trembling with exhaustion and desperately calling out for his mommy and daddy shook him to his core. 

He wrapped his arms around both of them, his hand cradling the back of Bakugou’s head. “It’s okay, son. We’ve got you.” At the sound of his father’s steady and calming voice, the boy cried harder. “We’ve got you.” 

Standing in front of the dorms was more daunting than he thought it would be. Hiking up the steps was like attempting to trek Mt. Fuji. The only comfort being that he was expecting the common room to be empty. He expected everyone to be in their room attempting to settle back in after a week long break. 

He hated how wrong he’s been recently. 

When he opened the door, he was met with everyone cheering. It was all so loud and disorienting that, despite his hearing aids, he had no idea what the hell anyone had said. Then, you stepped through the crowd and suddenly everyone faded into the background. 

“Guys! I thought I said no shouting! It’s probably still too much for him!” 

“But you’re shouting right now…” Denki snickered, earning an unamused glare from you. 

His eyes filled with tears, heart constricting in his chest. Twisting and throbbing almost painfully. 

God, he missed you. 

“So scary when you look at me like that!” Denki shuddered playfully. 

You had opened your mouth to refute but were cut off by Bakugou suddenly roaring with laughter, squeaking the slightest bit as he hunched over, arms wrapped around his middle as he laughed. 

Shock ran through everybody’s spines, jaws on the floor. 

He wasn’t quite sure what came over him but it was an involuntary reaction. Maybe to camouflage the fact that he had a river of tears sliding down his chin. 

Once he had finished, he stood upright. Out of breath and wiping his eyes. Meeting your eyes once again made the butterflies in his stomach go berserk. They went downright psycho when your hands were held up in front of you, trembling as you carefully signed, ‘welcome home.’ 

He was silent once again. Absolutely dumbstruck. 

Midoriya watched on fondly, as did everyone, emotions overwhelming and tears filling their eyes. 

Bakugou was in complete disbelief. 

“When…” He breathed, hands coming up to sign the rest. ‘When did you learn that?’ 

It took you a second to register what he said before responding. ‘We learn over break…’ your signing was a little sloppy, he had missed a few things but caught on immediately at the end, ‘...love you. Want you feel normal as possible.’ 

He didn’t let you finish, grabbing you into his embrace and holding you tight. “Thank you.” He mumbled into your hair, you held on equally as tight. 

“You’re welcome.” Your voice so up close and intimate was a blessing. 

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki angst

[ivymyers]

Clingy (Revali x Reader)

Personal project. Enjoy! (requests are open)

Warnings: a little bit agnsty, point of view does not make sense, I wrote this kinda fast, Revali being a dick

“She’s so…goddamn clingy.”

You flinch as you hear these words uttered from Revali. It didn’t feel good, but he wasn’t finished and you could confirm who was definitely talking about.

“She always wants to spend time with me, I’m lacking in all my skills because of it. Y/n is such a distraction.”

You get that he likes to show off and brag, but saying this crap to the champions was too far. You had made such an effort to get them to like you. It hurt that Revali was killing your progress behind your back. Not to mention how absolutely hurtful this all was. All the times he wanted to hang out with you, you thought he was being sweet, different than how he was around others. It crushed your soul that he would say such hurtful things.

You ran out before you could hear the responses from the other champions.

—

All week you avoided Revali, whenever you thought of a fun idea for the pair of you, it was shot down by the neverending repetition of that phrase. Over and over it played until you couldn’t do anything but think about that.

—

You sat on the flight deck to feel the rushing wind in an attempt to drown your feelings. As the tears fell down your face you couldn’t stop thinking about what your Rito lover had said, even though a week had already passed. He called you clingy. What an awful thing to be called for trying to express your feelings. Although, you were finally beginning to see the reasoning behind it. You heard the footsteps behind you and immediately knew who it was.

“Y/n? Hey, I just wanted to see if you wanted to do somethi- are you crying?” His heart stopped when he saw tears.

“What?” you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Y/n are you ok? I’m worried. You haven’t wanted to do anything with me all week.”

“I’m fine.” You say coldly. 

“Y/n what’s up?” Revali actually looks a little concerned now. “Do you want to talk somewhere?”

“No, I said I’m fine. Wouldn’t want to waste any of your precious training time.” With that you stormed off. Leaving Revali mildly confused.

—

[timeskip to later that night]

It was the middle of the night when you slipped out of the hammock. He probably thought it was annoying to have to share with you anyway. God, you were so annoying weren’t you? Once the tears started they wouldn’t stop, so instead of trying to calm yourself down, you just curled into a little ball to comfort yourself. 

The sound of you in distress woke Revali. Immediately he was terrified when you were missing from the Hammock. Hearing your sniffles from the corner made him feel sick. He hated it whenever you weren’t feeling your best. Instantly he got up to go sit down next to you. 

“Angel…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Revali, I’m just trying not to act so…Goddamn clingy I guess.”

The room got quiet very fast. To see you in distress made Revali  anxious, but to know he was the one who caused it? He felt extremely guilty, and pissed at himself. 

“Y/n…”

“No, it’s fine, you don’t need to justify yourself, I understand, I’ve been putting myself first in our relationship too much. It’s my fault you haven't been enjoying yourself. I feel so bad Revali.”

You stared at him with tears flowing down your face and he wished he could take it all back. You were his whole world and he crushed you.

“I’m sorry y/n. Those words were…god I’m such a dumbass…” he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “What I said to them last week, none of it was true. I was showing off and…it’s something I need to do less of. Please. Come back to the hammock with me, I couldn’t bear it if you left me.”

You followed him slowly and silently, thought jumbled and confused.

Revali, on the other hand, was freaking out inside. This distress he caused you, what if he messed you up permanently? He knew it would take time for you to regain his trust…but the way you feel must be ten times worse than how he does. He made a mental note to take you to your favorite spot in the morning and make your favorite meal. But for now, you were already asleep against his chest in the hammock.

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if it was kinda all over the place.

#botw #revali #revali x reader #fanfic #x reader #clingy #agnst #mean

[netesecretlover]

HEYHEYHEYYY SAW UR REQ POST AND THIUGHT ABOUT ASKING !!!

SOOO I WAS THINKING ABOUT SOME LOAK X HUMAN!FEM READER DRABBLE !! Just a random idea but I'd love to see some cute fluffy fuc about loak taking a liking to reader and has spent some time with her, and eventually his feelings grew but he doenst know how to confess without being a fumbling mess so he does that one scene from Love, Actually with the cards and all that with a hint of reader accepting it and saying right after "I kinda always knew" and Lo'ak js passes out HAHAHAHHA

You can do whatever you want and add some of your ideas too! XOXO

★ Starry Sky

Lo'ak Sully x humain!fem!reader

丨Words: 3k

丨Summary: Growing up on Pandora with the Sully family, you share a routine of daily adventures. Lo'ak, secretly in love with you, struggles to express his feelings. Encouraged by his family, Lo'ak decides to finally confess his love under Pandora's stars. The outcome remains uncertain, but the enchanting atmosphere sets the stage for a heartfelt revelation.

丨Warning : pure fluff, some Arabic love quotes (only two), Lo'ak is so whipped for reader, first fic <3 Not proof read too

丨Notes : Anonym request ! I hope you'll like it, I started writing and I couldn't stop haha. I'm sorry if it wasn't what you asked for.

!!ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!

After the Sky People were sent back to Earth, some humans were allowed to stay on Pandora alongside the Na'vi. Among them were your parents, two scientists who had always advocated for the Na'vi alongside Grace, Norm, and Jake. A few years later, you were born. Thanks to the connections your parents had with Neytiri and Jake, you spent your youth alongside the Sully family. You had established a small routine at a very young age. In the morning, you would wake up and have a quick breakfast with your parents. Then, grabbing your little pouch and bidding your parents farewell, you would hurry to join your friends. Every day on Pandora was an adventure for you.

Walking on the cool forest floor toward the village, upon arrival, everyone was already up. Some Na'vi went foraging, while others went hunting. Children sat around an elder of the village, listening to a story. You smiled gently and made your way up to the Sully family house.

As you approached the entrance, suddenly, Tuk appeared, running. She screamed with joy before Neteyam caught her and tossed her into the air. You chuckled slightly, catching Neteyam's attention.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Neteyam said with a smile. He held Tuk in his arms, and she also greeted you with a big smile. "Lo'ak! Your sweetheart Y/N is here!" Neteyam called to his brother.

Your face turned a shade of violet, and Neteyam burst into laughter. Sounds could be heard from inside the house—footsteps—and finally, Lo'ak emerged.

"Hi Y/N…" Lo'ak said with a shy smile. "I didn't know you were coming to the house today, not that I don't want to see you! I like seeing you; you're pretty, I mean, not that you weren't before! Yes—" Lo'ak stammered and spoke very quickly; you didn't quite catch the end.

"Kiri invited me to gather pearls together." You replied, smiling.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down for Lo'ak, his eyes lingering on every detail of your face. He seemed captivated, as if simply hearing your voice or seeing you smile brought him indescribable joy.

"Pearls, huh?" he repeated, searching for his words. "That's great. I mean, you'll surely look beautiful with pearl bracelets. Well, you already are, you know… beautiful, I mean."

A slight blush tinted Lo'ak's cheeks as he tried to compose himself, continuing to smile mischievously. His words seemed to jumble in his head, perhaps reflecting the confusion of his feelings.

You chuckled at the scene. He was cute, you thought. Neteyam and Tuk had stepped back a bit to give you some space. Neteyam sighed, looking at his younger brother; he had a long way to go, he thought.

At the same time, Kiri came out of the house with a handcrafted pouch around her waist. You gave one last smile to Lo'ak and greeted everyone before heading, with Kiri, towards the village's exit.

"Pearls, huh? That's great. I mean, you'll surely look beautiful with pearl bracelets. Well, you already are, you know… beautiful," Neteyam said, mockingly mimicking his brother. "You could have at least told her to be careful in the forest; you really have things to learn."

Lo'ak remained there, watching you walk away with Kiri, his persistent smile and dreamy gaze. Neteyam shook his head, looking at his brother with a mischievous smile.

"You are truly hopeless, Lo'ak. You look like a hopelessly in love teenager every time she's around," teased Neteyam.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Oh, leave me alone, Neteyam. You don't understand."

Neteyam raised an eyebrow, teasing. "Really? And what don't I understand?"

Lo'ak hesitated for a moment, then opened up. "It's just… it's been a long time, you know. Since we were kids. I can't quite remember exactly when it happened, but there's something about her that has always… captured my heart. Since our childhood, Neteyam."

His older brother looked at him with a knowing smile.

Lo'ak's smile softened. "Everything about her appeals to me. The fact that she's smaller than me makes me want to protect her, even though she can defend herself without me. She's so good with the clan's little ones, teaching them English and games from her world. There isn't a memory where she isn't present. It's like she's always been there, an integral part of my life. And today, seeing her, I realize that it hasn't changed. My heart still beats faster when she's around. It's… it's more than just an attraction, Neteyam. I think I'm really in love with her."

Neteyam looked at his brother with sudden understanding, his teasing demeanor giving way to genuine respect. "Well, little brother, maybe it's time to tell her. You'll never know if she feels the same unless you try."

Lo'ak sighed, knowing that Neteyam was right. "Maybe, but it's scary,

you know? What if she doesn't feel the same? She's human, and I'm… I'm just me." Lo'ak looked at his hands. "I'm nothing special; she'd probably prefer to be with another human, even if there aren't really any her age, or someone skilled in something."

His brother placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Lo'ak, don't talk about yourself like that. You know, she has admired you since she was little. The biggest regret you could have is never trying. Life is too short not to pursue what you really want. And who knows, maybe the love you've felt for so long is reciprocated. Have you ever noticed how she looks at you when you're not paying attention? It's like she's waiting for you to make the first move."

Lo'ak watched you disappear into the forest, a mix of apprehension and determination in his gaze. Perhaps it was time to let his heart speak, to share his feelings with the one who had held a special place in his life for so long.

The golden rays of the sun filtered through the dense canopy of Pandora's forest, creating a mosaic of light and shadow dancing on the emerald-covered ground. Towering trees with twisted trunks and bioluminescent leaves stood majestically above the two friends, creating a mystical and enchanting atmosphere.

The gentle murmur of the breeze blended with the songs of exotic birds, forming a natural symphony that seemed to envelop each of your steps and those of Kiri. Vibrantly colored flowers blossomed along the path, attracting butterflies with shimmering wings. The endless shades of green in the vegetation ranged from the soft foliage of plants to the darker tones of lush shrubs.

As you walked, Kiri broke the silence with a teasing question. "So, Y/N, how's it going with Lo'ak?"

You smiled, reminiscing about Lo'ak's earlier awkward moments. "Oh, you know, the usual stammering and slightly awkward compliments. Nothing new."

Kiri joyfully chuckled. "He's so cute when he tries, isn't he? But seriously, between you and him, how is it really going?"

You pretended to ponder, picking up a few pearls along the way. "Well, we've been friends forever. But recently, it's different. Well, maybe it's me starting to notice something different in him…"

Kiri arched an eyebrow, smiling mischievously. "Different? Like what, for example?"

You blushed slightly. "I notice his awkward side, which I don't mind. He may seem immature, but when things get serious, he can be serious. He cares about the people around him, even if sometimes he acts on his own… but I don't mind that."

Kiri, instead of directly confirming Lo'ak's feelings, teased you with a mischievous smile. "Ah, love is in the air. It feels like the beginning of a grand adventure. What do you plan to do now?"

You shrugged, not quite sure what to say.

"Wait for him to make the first move, if he likes me, of course. But there are so many talented girls in the clan. Ti'avin, one of the best singers, and her sister who seems to float when she dances. I'm just human; I could never be skilled enough… I have this feeling that he likes me. Sometimes his lingering glances, how he hugs me when he's happy, and when he blushes. I really feel like he likes me, but I'm not sure."

Kiri, sensing the note of doubt in your words, shook her head firmly. "Well, listen to me, Y/N. You're amazing in your own way. Beauty isn't just in singing or dancing. It's in the way you walk through this forest, the way you smile when Lo'ak awkwardly compliments you. You are unique, and no one else can do it like you."

She gave you a friendly shoulder bump. "And don't underestimate Lo'ak. You don't need to compete with anyone. Just be yourself."

You looked at your best friend, your gaze reflecting gratitude. "You always have a way of lifting my spirits, Kiri. Thank you."

Kiri smiled. "That's what friends are supposed to do, right? Now, forget the doubts and let's quickly gather the pearls."

She pointed to a spot where a sparkling waterfall merged into a natural pool, creating an enchanting tableau. "And how about picking some of those flowers? They'll add a special touch to our pearl bracelets."

You smiled, grateful for Kiri's reassuring presence. You continued your walk through the forest, pushing away dark thoughts and letting yourself be carried away by the magical beauty surrounding you.

During the week, Lo'ak seemed to be elusive. Whenever you approached him, he found an excuse and fled. Initially, you thought he was probably busy, but after five consistent days of lies, you began to be hurt by his actions. Several times, Kiri caught your gaze, which was devoid of any joy.

Had you done something wrong?

That was the question you had posed to your best friend. You could see the disappointment in her eyes. She reassured you throughout the evening until mealtime.

During dinner, the Sully family noticed Lo'ak's absence. He was there, but his gaze was lost. He hadn't even touched his food, which worried Neytiri. Kiri stared fixedly at her brother. At the end of dinner, before he could come up with an excuse to escape once again, she took her brother by the arm and led him in front of the house. She made him sit on the edge, feet dangling.

"Lo'ak, what's wrong? You look troubled," she asked with concern.

Lo'ak sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "It's Y/N. I wanted to confess my feelings to her, but every time I try, I lose my words, or worse, I feel paralyzed. So, I run away like a fool. And I can see that it hurts her, but I don't know how to go about it."

Kiri looked at him with understanding. "You know, Lo'ak, Y/N might have already noticed your feelings. She is very attentive, you know."

Lo'ak lowered his eyes, a mix of sadness and frustration on his face. "I've tried, you know. I wanted to court her seriously and give her gifts every day, in the Na'vi way, but I don't know if that's what she prefers. I feel like I'm acting like a child, and I don't know how to tell her what I really feel."

Kiri gently placed her hand on her brother's shoulder. "Lo'ak, you are sincere, that's what matters. And maybe you can ask our old father for advice."

Lo'ak nodded, appreciating his sister's advice.

Kiri left, smiling at Lo'ak, giving him some space to think. As calm returned, Jake approached and sat next to his son.

"Is everything okay?" asked Jake, noticing Lo'ak's troubled expression.

Lo'ak sighed. "It's Y/N, father. I wanted to confess my feelings to her, but every time I try, I lose my words, or I feel paralyzed. I don't want to hurt her, but I don't know how to go about it."

Jake placed a reassuring hand on Lo'ak's shoulder. "Feelings are complicated, Lo'ak. But there's something I remember from a movie I saw back on Earth, before coming here. It was a movie called 'Love Actually.' There was a scene where a boy confesses his feelings to a girl with cards. Since you can't seem to speak, maybe that could work."

Lo'ak looked up, intrigued. "Cards?"

"Yes, cards. He wrote his feelings on cards, one by one. It was a sincere declaration of love, and it was beautiful because it was honest and authentic. Maybe you could try something similar, express what you feel through carefully chosen words."

Lo'ak pondered the idea, wondering if this approach could be the key to overcoming his difficulties in expressing himself. "It might work. Thank you, father. I'll think about it."

Jake gave him an encouraging smile. "Don't forget, Lo'ak, love doesn't follow a script. Be yourself, and it will all happen as it should."

Lo'ak nodded, grateful for his father's advice.

Night fell gently on Pandora, painting the sky with shades of orange and purple. You stood at the edge of a cliff, contemplating the celestial spectacle unfolding before you. The stars shone with brilliant intensity, creating a magical tableau in the darkness.

As you lost yourself in the stars, a slight noise behind you made you turn around. It was Lo'ak, holding large cards in his hands. He seemed awkward, but his eyes sparkled with a determined light.

"Lo'ak?" you said, surprised to see him here.

Lo'ak stammered for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Y/N, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I… I don't always manage to find the words, so I thought maybe, cards could help me."

He carefully unfolded the first card, hand-written words displayed. "You are like the stars, Y/N, lighting up my life with your presence. Every time I see the starry sky, I think of you."

You read the words, Lo'ak's emotions expressed through each line. You looked up at him, and he continued, a bit more confident.

"When you're around, the world seems to slow down." You read before he changed the card. "Your smiles brighten my days, and your presence fills me with joy." Your cheeks began to warm.

"You are the most beautiful fate."

"You are the love of my soul."

These were such romantic phrases. Your heart was racing.

"I know I'm clumsy with words, but I want to tell you that…" Lo'ak lowered the card, looking at you with an intensity that reflected his deep love. "I see you with my heart, not my eyes. Oel Ngati Kameie."

You were moved by the sincerity of his words, remaining speechless for a moment.

"Lo'ak…" you finally whispered, a radiant smile lighting up your face. "It's beautiful."

Lo'ak offered you a shy but joyful smile. "I was afraid you wouldn't understand, that my words wouldn't live up to what I truly feel."

You approached him and gently took his hands. "Lo'ak, your words are perfect. And you… you are perfect."

Lo'ak stepped towards you, letting the cards fall from his hands, and embraced you. Your face was buried in his chest, and he held you a little tighter, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you.

The stars shone above you, silent witnesses to this magical moment. Then, without a word, Lo'ak wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you slightly. Your head was now at his level. His freckles glistened, and without saying a word, he captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

As you separated, you rested your head against Lo'ak's shoulder.

After a few moments in silence, you sat together on the edge of the cliff, your hands still entwined, and looked up at the starry sky.

"You know, Lo'ak, I had a feeling," you admitted softly, a teasing smile on your lips.

Lo'ak looked at you, surprised. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yes, but I wanted you to make the first move. And I'm so happy that you did."

You stayed there, marveling at the beauty of the night sky, sharing laughter, knowing glances, and silent promises for the future.

Your differences were just an insignificant detail in the infinite brilliance of the stars, a symbol of love that had finally found its way.

#atwow x reader #loak x reader #neteyam x reader #atwow fic #lo’ak x reader #jake sully #loak sully #avatar loak #loak fluff #avatar the way of water #atwow fluff #neteyam

[cherubshert]

a/n: this is just a work of fiction!! idk how to write arguments loll, i really wanted add some cuss words but i felt awkward

patience... patience... patience... you were quite literally running out of it. you stare down at your phone, still a tiny bit hopeful, he hadn't called or texted to cancel so he must still be coming.

you sigh, you've been waiting for hours, all dolled up, and dressed in an outfit you bought specifically for this night. it was going to be the best of your dates, the best you had in a while, the...

"sorry we are about to close." you stare blankly at the waiter, looking around finally to find the place empty. "oh! I'm sorry, I'm just waiting for someone..." the waiter gives you a pitiful smile, reinforcing the fact that the store would be closing soon.

you stare at your phone, before immediately standing up. "I'm sorry." you murmur as you gather your things, paying for your food, hurrying to your car

your car is cold, so cold it feels so lonely, your grip on your steering wheel tightens. you body shaking as tears slip from your eyes, you felt a bit disappointed, though you were used to it. but damn, you were a little hopeful it would've different this time.

you wipe your tears, starting your car. the ride to his dorm us short, but it still felt long, thoughts jumbled in your mind. you make your way to their door, breathing out the thoughts telling you to just let it go before knocking. niki is the one that answers, the rest of the boys noisily in the background. "y/n? are you ok?"

"heeseung, is he in?" "oh yea, he's in his room." you push past him, sadness, confusion and anger mixing in your veins. and when you stop at the door, you let out a shaky breath.

when the door opens, he's the main piece if the room, lounging in his bed, scrolling on his phone. "do you know what day today is?" he jumps at your voice, turning to you and raising a brow. "what?" "i asked if you knew what today was?" he pauses, staring at you in confusion before the realization hits.

"sorry i forgot." he looks away focusing back to his phone."you forgot? you keep forgetting, cause that's the third time this month." "can we talk about this later, y/n. I'm really tired."

"there's no later, I want to talk about it now." he stands up, waking to a study desk on the side of the room."are you ignoring me? can we please settle this." you reach out to him, turning his to face you. "i don't want to, your being such a cry baby about this, it's not a big deal." "not a big deal? did you here what i said earlier, you made the same empty promise 3 times in one month. that adds up! I've spent our entire relationship waiting on you. I'm tired of waiting !"

he pushes your hand away. "there is nothing stopping you from leaving, what the hell have you done for me?you are being so immature and angry because of a date, or few. especially since those dates I've made up for them." "how? through petty gifts? i am not and was never asking from those. i am just asking for your time your attention. what have I done for you? all the sacrifices I've made for you, nights i spent awake when you were miles away, just to keep you company over the phone, the times i took care of you when you were ill? i should be asking you the same question, what have you done for me? made empty promises, left me hanging for weeks and then only running back when you want something?"

he stays silent, he's face scrunched up in anger. "come on, answer me, tell me what you've done for me? ... tell me how you feel about me, please..." nothing... "wow... thanks for showing me how much i really mean, we're done."

a/n²: don't make fun of me, ik this is kinda cringe loll... again this is just fiction!!!!!

#kpop fanfic #kpop x poc reader #cherubshert diary. #enhypen imagines #kpop x black reader #enhypen fic #enhypen x black reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen drabbles #heeseung x reader #lee heesung x reader #heeseung angst #heeseung imagines

[bluginkgo]

Quick announcement (before the diarrhea of information):

I'm gonna go on a semi-hiatus for a week or so. I'll still be around, just not posting any drawings. Need to replenish my energy and drawing reserves cause I'm dead >_<

Sleep behind scenes!

So... Ginkgo why the hell did this take you so long? Sorry, sorry 😅 Here's what happened. I got burned out after like 10 pages (specifically the manor backgrounds killed me, plus having the full gang in the story) and then got sick and was not feeling all that great. Working through the burn out, sick, AND college work on top was quite hard not gonna lie though, but I wanted to finish it ^^

Alright, now as for little unnecessary Easter eggs, I added as nods to the show and my other interests. ^_^

1. Undertale save point. Undertale had me sucked in for a good long while, and for some odd reason decided to re-emerge in a form of the star save. Made it purple for Uzi's effect over N. She made him more rebellious, so he started to question why is it his memories and dreams are strange/corrupted/missing instead of just going with the flow.

2. Ep3 nod. V and N have history, history that I wish we get to see. V was nicer, kinder, in my opinion, prior to the absolute solver going rampage. So it makes sense for them to have some sort of friendship at the VERY least. So I decides to give it a small spin to it too. A direct quote from ep3 ^_^

3. Ep 2 + 5 nod. I kinda pulled the moment when James dismissed N from ep2 together with events that follow after N leaves library in ep5. Chronologically, these events don't fit together, seeing as ep2 is when N first meets Cyn and ep5 is when she's already set up the massacre. But this is exactly what I was going for. N's memories are jumbled at best, so I took liberty in mixing, matching, and editing his memories just as the admin program would probably.

4. Absolute Solver symbols nod. My chats with @absolute-solver (sorry for annoying you with tag 😅) made me realize that the absolute solver ought to have more presence now. It's activated and running systems in the background for Uzi. Whiiiiich means that drawing absolute solver should start now. BUT, it's rudimentary at best. Symbols don't really make sense and are not completed for most of the time. Not until Uzi at least sees the error message in ep2, when she truly starts questioning what that weird symbol on her visor is. I headcanon that N does know or at least feel that the absolute solver symbol is familiar, hence the little comment.

5. Absolute Solver Nori. Why is there so many absolute solver Nori around? I'm certain she went back to normal, just like in pictures Khan showed us in ep4 post core collapse. But I connected the solvers together here. Uzi's absolute solver string is up and running, and because the solver is a hivemind, it'd connect the memories and warp them a little. So that's why Uzi's doodle of her and Nori at the end (and during memory recall) was so full of absolute solver. It's slowly taking root, whether she wants it to or not.

Personal touches/added/cut ideas:

N's tail wrapping around Uzi like a hug. Originally, Uzi was supposed to look more nervous, but not for the reasons you might think. I cut the nervous look to a more upset look so it wouldn't be confused for fear. Uzi's never scared of N (yes, I don't count ep2 either, that was a lot of events at once and very little time to process them). The nervous look was more of a "Why are you butting in?" type, you know? Being a loner makes you cautious, so when N prods at feelings, I figured Uzi would be a bit defensive.

Cyn is fully rendered and yet I glitched her so much I felt bad. So here's full absolute solver Cyn eldrich monster thingy. ^_^

I pulled a Hazbin hotel moment. Did you see it? Abracadabra GONE! All the scraps from first couple pages with NUzi chatting POOFED out of the existence. Did I get lazy and tired? Yes, that was the tell tale sign of burn out, when I stopped keeping track of background details and just kept the pod.

These progress shots show pretty well how the story boarding goes and how I change my mind too easily. 😅 storyboard is still as much of a mess as ever, sketch shows you I was gonna keep Uzi's hat, but decided against it in final product. I figured this. Nori gave Uzi the jacket whenever Uzi got a bigger body + hair. These are the same jacket and hair Uzi has in canon. Uzi's body is just upgraded again and her hair gets shorter in that regard. The jacket would be big on her, and cover her hands, but what's up with the fluff if I draw canon jacket more spiky? And where's the death battery drawing? I headcanon Uzi drew those on once she got into the angsty teenager stage. The jacket is more spiky from wear and tear.

Fun fact! You can sorta tell who's gonna show up in the comic by what memes I post prior. Here's some examples ^_^ Cyn showed up, and that was first practice with maid outfits and Cyn's eldrich form. Closely followed by manor gang, the second/final form of maid and butler outfits and prime practice for those scenes. This example is a bit spoiler for a meme I'm working on right now! I've never drawn Nori before, so I quickly sketched out the idea and continued on with the comic (otherwise, I'd lose my steam and procrastinate on it again). Memes are filler for you guys while I work on the actual projects (comics), and along the way, they give me practice and change in drawing style ^_^

Is it a coincidence that this comic is called Sleep with the release of a certain horror game? Actually, yeah pure coincidence 😅 I had this drafted allll the way back in November, and didn't take particular interest in poppy playtime until I saw lanky boi, which was actually during a stream I watched on release day of the chapter.

(I didn't know tumblr, or at least the phone app, had a tag limit of 30, BOY was I surprised @brookiedaaroacecookie that must have been THE tag city, sorry 😅)

Next comic is Loneliness 1 and 2

This one is split into 2 POVs from both Uzi and N side, thus its 2 separate comics. That one will be more NUzi centered, too, a slight angst and comfort spin to it. That will come... sometime. I have a few more projects I wanna finish up with prior to starting on these guys ^_^

Why are you still reading this? Omg, have a cookie 🍪 you made it. Have a nice day now ^_^

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[muav99]

Drunk confessions with Hyunjin💋

Pt 1. Continued story- Bestfriends to lovers, Hyunjin x reader, Teasing, Good girl kink, Drunk but consensual acts

Flashback to the night prior..

You and hyunjin were having a sleepover!

It wasn’t a rare occasion as you two were nearly attached to the hip. Seeing each other everyday nearly. But nonetheless it was still a fun idea. You headed to the gas station to pick up some snacks.

He grabbed the Soju and you grabbed the Ramen and Tteokbokki. Perfect. And a bag of Cheetos just cause.

You assumed the 4 bottles you got would be fine just for sampling each flavor.

Wrong. Dead wrong.

2 hours later you were screaming Karaoke and the bottles are on the floor all empty except one. Hyunjin giggling and dancing along to your song.

After you’re finale you crashed to the floor a laughing mess.

“Y/n y/n stay sitting down please” hyunjin laughs

“Okayyyy” you respond

“Hmmmmm lets play a game” hyunjin says

“Amazing idea”

“What about we take this last bottle and play truth or drink?” He suggests playfully cocking his eyebrow up and down

“Oh deal hwang” you say and grab the bottle out of his hand

“Okay y/n, so. would you sleep with any of the guys?” He asks giving you that sassy look he always makes

“No” you say almost immediately

“Not even felix?” He teases

“Mmmmm as much as he’s hot, I’m not into him” you say

“Who are you into then?”

“Was that the question?” You sassily respond cocking your head to the side

*He dramatically throws his head back and groans

“Fine. You go.”

“Hyunjin, what’s your ideal type?” You ask kind of curious

“You” he says seriously

“I……..” you go silent

“HA KIDDING” he screeches laughing “Oh I got you y/n”

“Haha ha yeah” you cough out a fake laugh still very shocked and confused. Hyunjin’s one to joke but that felt off. Nevermind. He’s just drunk, so are you.

“Y/n what turns you on?” Hyunjin asks bringing back that cocky look in his eyes

“Ew you don’t need to know” you take a shot

“Awwww come on y/n don’t be a wimp, just one thing” he says pleading

“I already took a shot hyun why…..”

He interrupts you by moving a whole lot closer

“Please”

This is definitely not a friend conversation but okay. You cant deny hyunjin’s puppy dog gaze.

*sigh* You look him in the face “Well….if you must know. Like dirty talk. Or more specifically like positive responses”

“Like what?”

“Why do you…”

“Im just curious” he says breathing on your face a little closer then before

“Ur a perv”

“Hey!!!!!!”

“UGH like good girl, or you’re doing so well or something like that”

“Ohhhhhh i see” he says

“Now lay off and you take a shot too for pestering me.” You say arms crossed making an annoyed face at him

He swigs a big sip of the soju

“Hyunjin, why are you looking at me like that?”

His gaze upon your face is intense. You swear he’s looking from your eyes to your lips to your chest??? But its hard to tell because the whole room is spinning.

“Do you want me to drink again?” He asks you

“Well its that or answer the question”

“Im not sure you want the answer”

“Oh” you start to put it all together in your jumbled brain

Well. Now you’re kinda too curious. You can’t deny you’ve always felt a little something for him. I mean have you seen HIM??

“Tell me” you say hesitantly still unsure of your choice

“Because you’re my ideal type.” He says staring into your eyes

You gulp, anxious about what to even say blankly staring at him in shock

“See Im sorry never….nevermind” he says scooting away from you looking upset

You grab his hand

“No!”

He looks at your hands then up at you

“I just…..how am I supposed to even respond to that. You’re like my best friend and obviously gorgeous but I don’t wanna ruin anything and we’re VERY drunk so…..”

He puts a finger on your lips to stop your rambling

“Do you like me?”

“I mean…….yeah I do”

“Then nothing else matters” he whispers moving back real close to you

He leans in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. His lips taste like cherries and alcohol. And god he can kiss. You always assumed he could but its better then you expected

You both pull apart for a moment. But you didn’t want to let go.

He dives back in engulfing you in his embrace

Kissing you passionately and deeply. Its slowly but sloppy and just sexy. God he’s just sexy. You grab on his arms pulling him closer if possible. You never noticed how toned he truly was till now, and feeling it for yourself.

He lets go to breathe and you both pant noses touching as you rest

“How drunk are you?” He asks sounding concerned now

“A bit but I know what I’m doing” the room starts to be still for a moment and you take that as a green light

“I just don’t want to take advantage of you.” He says

A real man.

You both are equally fucked up and drunk. But you know what your doing and it’s VERY consensual.

“You….are you implying?” You ask a little shy now

“I want you, please” he asks bringing those eyes back

You ache for him

“Yes” you breathe out

“Good girl” he says leaning back in to your lips

Pt.2 coming soon🩷 comment if you want to be tagged!!

#smut #skz scenarios #skz fanfic #skz smut #straykids smut #felix x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #felix smut #skz felix

[whumpsoda]

His Number

I’m kinda not super proud of this but I really wanted to write soooo

Cw: pet whump, mentions of kidnapping and captivity, conditioning

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Large, rough, clammy hands rubbed around the delicate surface of a stuffed animal. 

Whumpee was intertwined in the many aisles of the toy store Caretaker had suggested they enter while on one of their very few excursions outside of the house. She had tasked him with picking out five items for her friends as holiday gifts, and the man was ecstatic to have been given a job. One fuzzy stuffed toy in particular had caught Whumpee’s eye.

Whumpee believed it to be a bear, as he could faintly remember having a similar one as a child. He picked up the toy with both hands, studying it intently. The mix of the warm heat from the store’s insides and the toy’s fuzzy outside worked to fight against the chill on Whumpee’s bulky hands.

Whumpee dug deeper in his jumbled up brains, scouring for a memory of the childhood toy he thought of, but to no avail. He remembered its appearance, but found could find no instances of him actually playing with it. Whumpee had very few memories from when he was a child, or mainly at all, but the ones he did have were mostly quick glimpses of memories, not full ones.

“…me?”

Whumpee’s head spiked upwards to the noise, and his gaze landed on a woman next to him.

How had he not heard her? He used to be alerted to the slightest of noises, and he had always been so obedient and controlled. He used to be such a good gaurd dog. Now he was in a store, looking at toys, making his own choices, and with no owner in sight.

“S’cuse me, miss?” he responded calmly. The woman was small, a great deal shorter, and appeared visibly intimidated by his demeanor.

“I-I’m sorry for bothering, I was just wondering if I could get your number?” the woman was swaying slightly, and bit her lip. Whumpee paused for a moment in confusion. She was holding a phone in one hand, sticking it slightly in his direction.

Did this woman know what he was? She must have seen all the news reports. So many people had. But why was she asking him and not his owner? The skin on his wrist, tainted by his tattoo, itched. 

“834902.” The numbers would be forever etched into his brain. The woman’s fingers tapped so swiftly on the phone that he was in awe of her skill. She met his gaze expectantly and they sat for a moment, neither uttering a word.

“Uh, that’s not long enough for a phone number.” she smiled nervously and Whumpee’s face flushed.

Phone number. 

He had a phone, Caretaker had so graciously gifted him one only a couple weeks ago. Whumpee had at first strictly refused, not trusting himself with something so valuable, but she insisted on the matter. Had said it would ease her nerves, just in case of emergencies . Whumpee did not dare disagree again, not wanting to appear ungrateful. So far Whumpee had barely used it, despite taking it everywhere. Sometimes, as a quiet thank you, he would play the mind numbing games Caretaker had downloaded on it as to show her how immensely grateful he was.

Whumpee felt utterly humiliated for assuming the strange woman had wanted his number. He barely even thought about the tatoo anymore, the numbers serving as a weighing reminder of what he was. 

Of what his old master had worked so hard to create.

But Whumpee was utterly confused. His feeble animal brain had trouble understanding a lot of things, this situation being one of them. Why would this random woman want his phone number?

“Why d’you need my phone number?” Whumpee unconsciously came off much more on edge than he had intended, causing the woman to curl in on herself slightly. He had seen Caretaker do the same so many times before. It was obvious Caretaker didn’t like that part of him.

“I, um, I just thought you were really cute, y’know? And I-uh, wanted to like, talk, I guess?” her smile wavered, and she gracefully pulled a strand of her long, pin straight hair behind her ear. As much as he hated it, Whumpee’s heart slightly lifted at the sound of praise.

She thought mutt was cute.

It suddenly made sense. She liked what she had seen of him, and she wanted him. This woman wanted, him, a broken mutt. It still didn’t make sense though why she had come to him instead of Caretaker. Pets were the commodity, not the seller. 

“Oh. I can give my owner’s phone number t’you.” Whumpee reached into his puffy coat pocket and slipped out his plain black phone.

The woman physically recoiled in response. “I’m sorry, what? What’re you talking about?” Her face contorted, meeting his eyes with a look of disgust.

Whumpee had seen that look before. He hated it, the look of malice and disapproval. He never meant to upset anyone, he only wanted to be good.

The world stopped for a moment, the reality of her disdain setting in. He had done something wrong and he had no idea what.

“I-um, I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to-to upset you.” Whumpee took a stumble back, almost falling into the shelving. The woman took several steps away as well, meeting his terrified eyes. 

“Whumpee?” He knew that voice. Caretaker was here, and she was going to finally break. Her fake kindness would finally be broken, and she would punish him. She’d seen her stupid pet humiliating her in public, and she would have his head.

Her frame inched closer, clouded by whumpees nauseated mind. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, his knees to the floor now. It was a safe position, a submissive one. An obedient one. She would like that.

At least she should like that, but he knew she wouldn’t. 

He could never understand her. She had taken him in as a pet, but didn’t like it when he behaved like one. Every time he’d followed his training down to the most meticulous detail, he would only ever receive a solemn expression from her. Even after living with her for months, he still couldn’t grasp the way her brain worked.

Caretaker hated when he did things right, but loved when he’d do things wrong. When he did things that only humans were meant to do, not brainless mutts.

“M-ma-master I-I’m so sorry, please. I di’nt mean to be na-naughty.” Whumpee used all of strength to push back the tears threatening to spill. Guard dogs weren’t supposed to cry.

“Oh, whumpee,” the usual solemn expression returned to her face like he had expected. Instead of yelling, insulting, or punishing him like he wanted, she tenderly brought him back to his feet. 

The strange woman still stared at them slack jawed from several feet away. “Oh my god. I’m such a dumbass. You’re the guy from the news!” 

People had recognized him almost everywhere they went, whenever Whumpee and Caretaker actually left the house. At first Whumpee had been baffled by this fact, and Caretaker was forced to dumb it down for him. She had informed him that the worthless pet was a national news story. His current face and the one from the past, or more like the human who once wore it ten years ago, was plastered in all different media.

It’s why people everywhere stared and whispered when they saw him. 

Unfortunately Whumpee never understood the reactions he got, his mutt brain couldn’t manage to comprehend it. He just didn’t know why the humans didn’t like mutt.

They always told him they were sorry, that things would get better. 

Things were better, back at the rescue center. He was praised and enjoyed for being such a good pet. Now no one liked who he was, and maybe they never would. The fake human life he was living was much too complicated for a simple mutt.

As much as Caretaker hated it, Whumpee would do anything to return to the comfort of Master’s home.

#pet whump #whump #whumpblr #conditioning whump #mind conditioning #recovery #caretaker #my writing #writing drabble

[c-kiddo]

tmn are all nd: a bunch o headcanons

(a sequel to these trans headcanons lol)

(also, warning before that this post is about neurodivergency and mental illness, so various mental illnesses will be mentioned. i dont want to single any out here, but you should probably skip this if thats something thats upsetting 2 you)

(also also, this is a infodump and not super in-depth or articulate, so sorry if i worded things wrong because i don’t mean to lol im just bad at reading things on screens so it might get jumbled. . )

beau: she’s got adhd and will hyperfocus and work All night on her theories and notes. perhaps she has audhd, has low-ish empathy and doesnt know how to regulate volume or realise her tone is usually annoyed sounding ksjnjkfs :''') also she has depression n that combined with adhd made her especially impulsive and self destructive, but she’s working on it, getting better :’) also had problems with substance abuse but the cobalt soul (dairon specifically) helped her get out of that. has cptsd because of her upbringing and abuse from her dad 

fjord: he’s got adhd too, babey!!!! also he’s got tourettes and his most common tics are: clearing his throat, a small head tilt, raising his eyebrows and grinding his teeth. he's a bit (a lot) impulsive and him and beau cant be trusted alone together they will get distracted and into trouble

yasha: she's autistic!! mostly effected by th social aspect of it.. like, talking to people is hard and she doesn’t get jokes or sayings and its all just tiring. also has p bad social anxiety. also memory loss from trauma as per canon.. struggles with when she does start to remember things but luckily has a support system so she doesnt just run off on her own like before :')  she also tends to disappear off like that due to sensory overload and just being overwhelmed in general bc of autism

caleb: i mean, he’s autistic n its basically canon. he experiences psychosis and has ptsd n depression/anxiety that has come from his trauma. he already had OCD before trauma and his obsessions revolve around hurting others A Lot, especially with fire after his trauma.. he also has dermatillomania due to ocd and anxiety. also has some sort of disordered eating in a self-punishment way.. .

veth: she has autistic-girlie-who-was-diagnosed-as-an-adult swag .. . and then the substance addiction that often comes with that i guess :''') .. also think she has body dysmorphia of course, especially during her being Nott, and some lingering things after too.. she just struggles to perceive her body for a while.. yeza rly helps ground her back to herself tho so thats nice :' ) . also she ptsd from her own murder + drowning , as per canon

molly: has npd and also he has a traumatic brain injury caused by all the things going on in his brain when his souls leave and he dies and things.. so struggles sometimes to find the right words and with memory and with mood regulation. also experiences psychosis and just, in general, strange things going on in his brain.. . also he likes sounds and textures all the time but will sacrifice th sounds for hanging out with yasha because its 110% worth it to sit with her instead ;w; they sign to eachother sometimes and have a made up sort of language

jester: she's got adhd and it means she loves having 10 conversations at once and spinning around and telling you all about her fave romance novel at lightning speed. she stims like all the time with little objects and ribbons and bells. also accidentaly yells a lot sknfsk and same as molly, likes noise n things all the time, gets kinda anxious or sad without it.. ;-; oh jester,, filling up space with noise so she doesnt have to be in the quiet..im not sure if i have any more thoughts about her rn :o

caduceus: he’s autistic (so overwhelmed by noises and too much all the time, also his empathy is fluctuating and he's not sure how to perceive it.. its confusing, he can be very empathetic and then, sometimes he's just in focus-mode and totally doesnt get at all what the vibes th other person is putting out is).. he’s got (inattentive) adhd. also depersonalisation derealisation disorder. and experiences psychosis since it was triggered by being alone in the grove so long + consuming hallucinogens a lot. he tends to just deal with it and not to tell tmn though, even though most of the time there's some little whispery noise or a fuzzy shape around, he's not scared mostly, only when he's triggered by something... also bad anxiety sometimes that he doesnt know how to deal with so he usually casts calm emotions on himself to help, or the herbs he chews (or smokes) for his joint pain help it. and also, his eating is Disorded but doesn’t quite realise (denial, ignoring it perhaps) the eating habits he has aren’t healthy,... he's just. kinda messed up still from all that time alone.. he had his own odd sometimes nonsensical reasons behind ways he treated his body and some of them stuck. also omg this section is a mile long im sorry,  but also he has dyslexia and dyspraxia and dyscalculia . .. numbers and letters and walking without bumping into stuff is tricky. also thats why his fine motor skills for writing /drawing aren't so good like in canon :-3 

ok,. thee end. good night now u_u zz

#ALSO one more that i didnt include bc it was too long anyway and not my headcanon but i think abt it sometimes: cad quiet type bpd. #inchresting. . .. .. i. think perhaps. yes #long post #<- as an apology #kiddo say #kiddo nd headcanons #i think thats my tag for it.. #IM SORRY THIS IS SUCH A AUTISM POST. . . . .GOOD LORD #OK goodnight .

[69dias]

the boob tattoo chronicles - jjk

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: dumbification, jk tattoos OC and fucks her in the chair go health guidelines, jk is kinda mean tbh! but all my jks are sorry for having issues.

jungkook has a bit of a possessive streak. not that he'd ever admit it, no way in hell, but there's something that stirs deep in his gut whenever he can reaffirm that you're irrevocably, unquestionably, his. it's not a new concept either, ever since you two started going out, and even before that, when all you had between you were lustful encounters, naked bodies molding with each other's, he had a way of making sure he left his mark on you. and this was both figurative and metaphorical, sometimes leaving your neck littered with hickeys and love-bites, leaving your ass splotched with his handprints from when he'd bend you over his thighs, or spraying your clothes with his cologne, letting you leave drowning in his clothes.

but it just so happened that his job, his biggest interest, also gave him an opportunity to mark you, and that's what led you to this predicament, his body over yours on  the soft leather tattoo chair at the back of his studio. he had one hand over your neck, the other gripping tight onto your

hand, intertwining your fingers as he swallowed down your small whimpers, drinking them in as if your sounds were the reason he was alive. the way your body moves against his drives him crazy, letting you have your way, running your own free hand down the expanse of his chest, acrylics undoubtedly leaving scratches on his covered skin when they travel down to his belt.

but alas, jungkook thrives off of control, and he feels like he was on top of the world when he pulls your wrists into his large palm, pinning them above your head as he pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours and his lips to your cheek, metal cold against your blushing skin, eyes shut in refusal to meet your confused ones.

"let's not forget why we're here baby, hm?"

he knows he's being cruel, downright mean if you had any say in it, and he'd be lying if he says it doesn't get him a bit riled up, navy sweats tightening up a little more than he's comfortable with as he imagines you, thighs pressed together as he presses his own ink into your skin, marking you forever, forever as his. it's a bit riveting to imagine you lying on his chair, panties sticking uncomfortably to your folds after there's something on your unmarked, miles of skin that belongs to him, licking you and letting you chase your release, belonging to him.

and maybe jungkook wants you to feel that way, pretty head all clouded with arousal as you think of him and only him, whimper out in pain for him, as he paints your skin dark with his ink. him, him, him. it should only ever be him.

///

"okay, I'Il start now, baby. tell me if it hurts, hm?"

it was nothing big, just a simple tattoo of his initials on the top of your ribs, underneath your left boob, but jungkook sure as hell took advantage of that, using his gloved hands to grope you, getting you all hot and bothered even after leaving you high and dry when he'd pulled away from the make out session; he's fucking cruel, how he held your tits in his hand, rubbing his rubber-clad fingers all over your chest, tsk-ing at you when you made any noise, grabbing your jaw in his empty hand to tell you off for 'being a filthy girl'. he'd eventually laid off, letting you lie back in the chair as you'd been previously, prepping you and applying the ink stencil before he got his tattoo gun up and loaded, before he prepared to mark you entirely as his.

when he got on with it, needles pressing into your skin, it honestly hadn't been as bad as you were anticipating. granted, your brain was just a little jumbled from jungkook's previous ministrations, lips still bruised and wet from how he'd kissed you, head a tiny bit fuzzy from how he'd scolded you, and

you were beginning to think that it was all purposeful, his twisted way of getting your nerves settled before he tatted you. your thighs are squeezing together uncomfortably, feeling rushes of wetness between them as you remember how he'd treated you only several moments ago, trying to take your mind off the slightest of aches near your chest.

///

it's only when he wipes the first letter, a block printed 'J' and presses his tattoo gun right next to it to completely brand you that the needle starts to ache. it roams over the bones of your ribs, the typography of this letter requiring a bit more pressure and you unknowingly hold your breath in, shaky fingers grabbing onto the leather armrest. it doesn't go unnoticed by jungkook, no, he has a history with first timer clients, trying his best to never hurt them more than he inevitably has to by pressing literal needles into their skin, and he pulls away to push one hand against your ribs.

"breathe out, angel. you're doing great, I just have a little bit more to go," his tone is a little playful, like he's dumbing you down to being a little girl in a doctors office getting your shots, but you can't say you don't enjoy it, thighs pressing together even further than they had been before when you eventually let out the breath of air you'd been holding.

"that's it, good girl. you alright to continue?" 

he waits for you to nod, before he resumes, taking no more than 3 more minutes to finish off his initials on your skin when he's pulling away and singing your praises

"that's my girl. you took it like a champ, didn't you, baby? good girl. my good girl."

and it's true you are his, his in theory, and his in the form of the initials that are now wrapped up under your sweatshirt as he takes you like he promised himself he would before he started tattooing you. he has one hand dimpling your bare thigh, lip ring cold against the soft skin there, drinking in the soft whimpers you let out

when he finally lets his tongue make contact with your folds through your panties. they're filthy wet with your arousal, and he doesn't let it go, continually scolding you, dumbing you down for being so needy, being his desperate little girl, getting off on him putting his name on your skin. his words are only a bit muffled as he bites your clit softly through your underwear, letting you buck your hips into his face, knowing how badly you like the tinge of pain that it brings, before he's pulling his tattooed fingers to your panties to bring them to one side and continue making out with your pussy.

it's almost embarrassing, the sounds of your wetness as he shakes his head between your thighs, and you'd be a little bothered if he wasn't making you feel so good, trying your hardest to muffle your moans out of fear of being found in a position like this, but one sharp strike to the back of your thigh has you reeling, hand falling to his russet curls to pull you in closer to your pussy so he can bring you over the precipice of your own pleasure.

when you do cum, it racks through your body in violent shivers, losing feeling down all the way to your toes when you come down from it, jungkook letting you ride out your high with a cry of his name. his name, just like the one that's inked on your breast. his, his, his.

after all, you do belong to him, and he only reaffirms it as he fucks you into the leather of his chair, cleanliness be damned when he finishes with shallow ruts inside of you, pushing any of his cum back inside of you with two of his fingers, murmuring sweet nothings into the skin of your neck; my angel, my girl, my baby.

#jungkook smut #jungkook drabble #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook/reader #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts smut #jungkook drabbles #jungkook oneshots #jungkook #jungkook au

[rollercoasterwords]

I’m omw to beat up the poacher that called remus ugly. I’m gonna hit him w hammers

lmaooooo sorry but he is. kinda ugly in this one 🤧 2 most. like average person would see him and have a reaction like "oh he's kinda weird looking." forgettably ugly 2 like 90% of the population but unbearably attractive 2 sirius black--and even the guy who's devastatingly into him is still not describing him as handsome; he also describes him as odd-looking, features that are uneven + jumbled, etc.

obviously everyone can visualize characters however they want but! me personally i am really not into like. hotness lmao. i think it's the dykery but i'm just not usually into like a-list celebrity/instagram-model pretty people. like sure they're pretty to look at sometimes but they simply do not inspire the same carnal lust in me as like....a butch dyke with a dad bod or some twiggy alien looking freak. and i think this sometimes confuses people when i talk abt it bc in my mind the scale of like ugly <--> hot/pretty and unattractive <--> attractive r 2 separate scales--i think of ugliness and prettiness/hotness as measures sculpted by mainstream beauty standards rather than a reflection of my own personal taste, bc how ugly/pretty u are based on those mainstream beauty standards does materially affect ur life. so like even if i think a conventionally ugly person is super attractive, me calling them beautiful doesn't mean that's how they r actually gonna be perceived + treated by society. but then i'll be like oh yeah that person's kinda ugly (<- wants 2 fuck them) and ppl will be like >:o !!!! so obviously i do just abide by convention when appropriate lol

anyway all that is 2 say i am not really into any of the celebrity fancasts/hotification of the marauders etc lmao the only character who i can see as being 'conventionally attractive' is sirius tbh. so in this story i have very intentionally written + described remus as being kind of ugly. bc i needed 2 make him as sexy as possible....poacher was being rude abt it but he honestly was not wrong...

#please don't hit me w hammers lol #ask #wfrau

[showtoonzfan]

I’m sorry but how many times is Viv going to say “Insert character is one of the most powerful beings in hell”- like….I really hope she has a good idea of what exactly the ranking is like and who can do what and who is more powerful to who because rn its kinda confusing. The Overlords are a type of….demon group I guess that I’ve been curious about for a long time now, mainly because they’re confusing and I have no idea how this works. I really hope the show explores how a sinner can turn extremely powerful to become an overlord, especially regarding Alastor since he just magically became a god overnight when he first arrived. Viv has said in the past that demons can get really powerful by quote “making deals”, but I dunno, right now it’s just jumbled. For example, if Lucifer isn’t even ruling anymore or is just tending to himself, how exactly is he letting these overlords rule over Hell? Like…it’s strange how characters like Vox, Val, Carmilla ect are said to rule over their specific genre regarding all of hell, but then they also say that sinners can’t even go outside the Pride ring because it’s part of their punishment, so why have Vox rule all of television? Why have Val rule the entire porn industry? And it’s also confusing when you add the seven deadly sins into the mix. If the sins are ruling over each ring of Hell, then how exactly do the overlords come into play?

Vivziepop keeps treating the overlords as if they're their OWN hierarchy, showcasing how regular sinners are afraid of these people but.…I just don't get it. I mean if Carmilla, Vox, and Alastor are the main really powerful ones, where exactly does Lucifer come in with all of this? I get that he's "at the very top” apparently, but it doesn't make sense how you also have these OTHER demons. SINNERS no less, who became all powerful and are in charge at the SAME time. I mean what does Lucifer think of this? It's even stranger because in the pilot you can SEE him hanging out with Carmilla, Zestial, and Zilla as if they're EQUALS. I mean, Viv never confirmed that the three were sinners or not, but to me it's implied. If they are, WHY is he hanging out with characters LOWER than him? Faust literally said that Lucifer wants to keep hell at a certain ranking and has never shown concern or compassion for his people…..SO.....| dunno I'm not wasting my breath anymore Imao. Actually in fact, if the seven deadly sins are supposed to be RIGHT under Lucifer, then shouldn't he be hanging out with THEM instead? And where does the other royal family come into play? Ya know, the Von Eldritches? Cause I didn't forget them, like all Viv said was that they were "another royal family". I really hope they're MORE than that and special enough ya know since…Lucifer seems to like them. What I mean is I hope Viv has a REASON to why they're a royal family, they're not sinners and instead part of the hell mythology or something, other than random characters she pulled out of her ass. Okay I’m nitpicking and going off track, I’m mainly just so confused on this whole “overlord” thing and how they rule over all of hell apparently. We’ll have to wait and see of course but I really hope Viv has a clear view of how this stuff works since her patron livestreams lore wise are just a disaster.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #anti vivziepop #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #Hazbin critical #Hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #writing #worldbuilding #vivziepop critique #vivziepop rant #rant

[catb-fics]

Hi, what accent does Van have in your opinion? English isn’t my first language and half the time I don’t understand what he’s saying lol. However I can understand quite well other British accents so I’m confused. To me it sounds like he kinda jumbles the words together and the fact he talks quite fast doesn’t help, he says a whole sentence and I can’t make out any words 😭 is his accent thick or am I just stupid?

Sorry I’m late answering this and maybe someone else can wade in and answer this anon more factually than me. So he’s from the North Wales/Cheshire area and that’s where he originates from and grew up (aside from a few years travelling around Australia when he was a baby). Someone mentioned Welsh accents the other day on here and they do vary a lot, like someone from the South of the country has a very different accent from someone up North. I have no idea what a Widnes accent is like which is where his family’s from but I feel like there’s a tiny hint of Scouse (Liverpool) in Van’s accent - to my ears anyway. Basically that’s just a whole load of waffle to say I have no idea of his specific accent lol 😂

He does talk super fast though and he uses a lot of Brit slang, so it’s no wonder that non-native English speakers have a hard time understanding him! You’re certainly not thick lovely I’ve had to translate Van-glish a few times for confused fans ha ha

#catb asks

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HAPPY AROMANTIC DAY OF VISIBILITY GUYSSSS!!!! IM AROMANTIC AND BI YAYY

Ship: Mabel Pines x aromantic!Reader

(Platonic Pairing)

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Storyline / Request: You(nervously) come out as aromantic to Mabel (she supports u obvi)

TW: you were nervous to tell her and its a lil sad

"Hey, Mabel?" You hesitate slightly as you lean against her doorframe. She looks up at you from the floor where she's making bracelets curiously.

"Yepper, what's up?"

"Well I just kinda.... thought you should.... y'know," You scratch your neck nervously before spitting out a jumble of words in a songle breath, "Ikindasortaneverwanttohavearelationshipithinkbutialsohavenoideaifthisisjustaphaseorifimjustkindamessedupbut-"

"WHOA-HOA-HOA!" She puts out a marker covered hand. "Let me stop you right there, bud." She stands up and walks over to you, shaking her head like a grandmother while she pulls you over to sit next to her on the floor. "Aaaaand- GO!"

You take a deep breath. "Okay, I know you probably won't fully understand how I feel about this so I need you to just listen. Okay?"

She nods curtly, symbolically zipping her lips shut, locking them, and throwing away the key.

You smile softly, "Alright. Basicallyyyyy... I just thinkimightkindaneverreallywannahavearomanticrelation- "

She cuts you off silently. With a lazy punch to the gut. "Slower, dude. Come on." She smiles. "It's just me? Chillax."

You nod, continuing, you take care to ensure you keep an even tone and speed of talking. "I... don't feel the way you feel. About... dating? I guess?" She looks confused and you continue on, closing your eyes and subconsciously rubbing you hands together. "The thing is, Mabel, I don't really want the kissing parts.... or the dating part... or the meeting the family part... or just any of the parts, really."

You sigh and look at her, "Do you think you can understa- OOF!"

Your sentence is broken off with an aggressive hug from Mabel.

She kisses you on the cheek and sits back up grinning. "I KNEW IT!!" She pumps her fist in the air. "Well maybe not 'knew' knew, I guess. But I knew! m" She shimmies around, shaking her hands excitedly before sitting back suddenly and turning to you. "Why were you so scared to tell me?"

You look down at your hands in your lap. "I just... I've been told so many things are wrong with me because of... y'know... that. And I know it was unlikely but I just expected the worst from you." You sigh quietly, "I'm sorry."

She hugs you again, her eyes look sad as she pulls back. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N. It's okay to be nervous about that. You had perfectly good reasons to be."

You look up at her hopefully. "Promise?"

"Promise."

#mabel pines #gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #manel pines x reader #platonic #platonic x reader #aromantic #aromantic visibility day #lgbt #lgbtqia #aromantic reader