#whatever. this is them sparring idc idc

[rowrowronnie]

thinking abt dadspy again

#tf2 #scout #spy #dadspy #team fortress two #fanart #art #doodle #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 #i love how i drew baby scout in the first panel (?) he just looks so empty i love it #anywaz dadspy is so so so good #*points* this father can fit so much self hatred and fear #me when i run from my child because i’m scared of commitment and also messing up because if i raise him he will become just like me #<- is filled with self hate and insecurity #or maybe there’s some other reason he left but i like this type of character complexity.. #spy truly is the girl of the world #i just realized theyre both on the same team OOPS. #whatever. this is them sparring idc idc

[star-girl69]

Apocalypse

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: a day of capture the flag, and clarisse finds out you’re ashamed of your scars.

a/n: love love love love love also from this ask

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

warnings: shitty ending but IDC!!!!!!!, hurt/comfort, more hurt/comfort, god i need to be put down, insecure y/n, scars and all that stuff, possessive clarisse, protective clarisse, soft clarisse, probs ooc clarisse, yeah, swearing, mentions of food, mac n’ cheese is y/n’s fav but you can just pretend if you’re a weirdo and don’t like mac n’ cheese, tell me if i missed anything!!

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“I don’t get it,” he laughs. “How can you be a daughter of Aphrodite and still have those ugly scars all over you?”

You pretend like you don’t hear him, leaning your head back against the tree, staring up at the blue sky through the gaps.

Him and his two friends have been teasing you the entire 20 minutes you’ve been tied up to this tree, captured by the blue team.

That was horribly embarrassing, but you were doing your best to ignore it- instead doing your best to pray to whatever God would listen that Clarisse would win for the red team.

It’s just plain stupid. He’s been saying the same thing over and over again for 20 minutes- can he at least come up with something original?

Besides, you don’t see where he gets off from this. It’s not like you give any reaction, or even look at him. The most you give him is the occasional squeeze of your hands- imagining his neck under them.

“Maybe she’s forsaken you,” he hums, kicking at your limp leg.

You finally look up at him. You’re sitting on the ground, arms at your sides, back pressed to the tree and rope digging tightly into your chest.

“Maybe your mother gave up on you after the second scar,” he says, staring straight into your eyes. “And then you’ve just gotten uglier and uglier ever since.”

You have scars all over your body. Clarisse has them too, and she shows them off proudly, a dramatic story for each one. You have a horrible memory, so you don’t remember all of them- but the tiny one on your jawline is from you accidentally tripping with scissors in your hand as a kid.

Clarisse had laughed hysterically when you told her about that one, pulling you closer when you pouted, saying something about how she was going to carry all scissors for you in the future.

The one on your collarbone is from sparring gone awry. Clarisse likes to kiss that one- it’s silvery smooth, she says some bullshit about how it feels like your lips.

The big one on your arm is from some clawed monster getting a bit too close to you- slashing at your arm and leaving a permanent tattoo of your failure to kill the monster. Or at least successfully run away.

Then, there’s all the tiny ones you can’t remember.

The boy, you seriously don’t even know his name, looks at you. There’s fire in his eyes, he wants a fight, but you won’t give him one. Especially not when your stomach squeezes inside of you in a way that makes you feel like you might throw up.

The conch mercifully blows, even as you feel sick- you don’t want to let his words effect you. But you just can’t help it.

He gives you an odd look, like he’s contemplating just leaving you out there- but eventually releases you. You stand up, dusting yourself off, grabbing your sword from where it was discarded on the ground.

“Good game!” you say, smiling brightly, but you can’t even pretend to be nice to him, so it tapers off into a laugh. He glares at you, but you’re already jogging through the woods, eager to see Clarisse again.

—-

The blue flag waves proudly above a sea of orange camp t-shirts and red helmets, so you smile widely and skip down to the beach. Your team has formed this huge pit of people, everyone congratulating each other, shouting and celebrating. You stick your sword in the sand as you head into it- one person on your mind.

“Clarisse!” you shout, heading straight towards the middle. “Clarisse!”

She actually rips apart two people hugging to meet you.

“Baby!” she says, even when the two people give her dirty looks, pushing past them and into your arms. “We won!” she giggles, kissing your cheek.

“I know,” you smile, digging your face into her neck. She holds you there for just a moment, hand on the back of your head, relishing in the feeling of her girlfriend running to her after a long day.

“Are you tired?” she fusses, squeezing your waist. “What happened? Did you get hurt? I knew I should have made you stay with me-”

“No, Clar,” you laugh, taking your face out of the hiding spot that is her neck and pressing your noses together. “I got captured,” you sigh.

Her fingers wind through your hair.

She scans the crowd, like she might just beat up any random member of the blue team.

“If they don’t learn to not fucking touch you I am going to make them learn.”

“Guard dog,” you tease her.

“And?” she says, leaning down to kiss the scar she loves kissing, right at the beginning of your collarbone. It makes you freeze. “You love it,” she mumbles against your skin.

You can’t think of an answer.

When you stay silent, she looks up at you, confusion in her face.

“What? You look… sad. Did something happen? What aren’t you telling me?”

“N-nothing,” you breathe, because it’s just embarrassing to know you let his words get to you like this.

“You can tell me anything,” she says, searching your eyes.

“I know.”

The conch blows, making you jump at the sudden loud noise. “Lunch!” someone shouts, and Clarisse settles for just grabbing your hand, walking with you back to camp.

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You stop by your cabins first, taking off your armor and switching into clean camp shirts. You hesitate for a second, but eventually put on a thin long-sleeved shirt under the orange.

You take extra care in reapplying your makeup, making sure to cover the scar on your collarbone and your jaw, and once everything is as covered as it’s gonna get you set out.

Clarisse is waiting for you outside the Aphrodite cabin, smiling as you open the door, applying lipstick with one hand. She grabs your hand and helps you down the steps, admiring the way you’re so intensely focused on getting the perfect lip, even without a mirror.

It’s not like you have to try very hard, but still.

“I don’t mind waiting a second longer,” she says, bringing you closer by the waist as you tube the lipstick and stick it in your pocket.

“You’re a hungry demon after capture the flag.”

“Yeah,” she says, not really trying to deny it.

You smile and lean against her, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

“Oh, do I look pretty now?” she asks, rubbing in the lipstick that came off onto her lips.

“Always,” you smile.

Her eyes focus in on the green sleeves pulled up to your wrists.

“It’s, like, 100 degrees, baby. You’re gonna boil.”

You frown and shake your head. “No, it’s not that bad. I’m cold.”

She looks at you oddly, but seems to begrudgingly accept it, hand against your forehead as she brushes your hair back. You make it into the buffet style line for lunch, grabbing plates, Clarisse quickly piling hers with a cheeseburger and a hot dog, making you laugh.

“You’re so hungry, all the time,” you mutter when she gives you a dirty look.

“I work out all the time,” she glares. She flexes her arm. “All of this takes a lot of work.”

You stare at her muscles peeking out from just under her sleeves, biting your lip as you quickly look away. She smiles brightly.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought. You love these muscles, don’t judge me.”

You make your way down the line, scanning the trays of food.

“Ooh,” Clarisse coos, “They have your fave, pretty thing.”

She scoops probably the biggest portion of mac n’ cheese you’ve ever seen in your life, slapping it onto your plate with a smile.

You gape at the now almost empty tray, remembering the still long line behind you. Hopefully there’s another one somewhere.

“Clarisse, we should save some for everyone else.”

She seems actually confused by that statement.

“Uh, yeah, no. My girl gets the best.”

“Clarisse-” but you’ve reached the end of the line and she heads off to a table. You follow her, begrudgingly, because you really do covet this mac n’ cheese like it’s ambrosia.

—-

By the time the night rolls around, you’ve retreated into the blankets of your bed, feeling much safer completely covered up. You’re supposed to be going to the bonfire- all of your siblings have come over and bugged you at least once about going, but you’ve refused them all.

Finally, all of your siblings leave in their pretty but revealing outfits- after today, you don’t think you could ever wear something like that again.

The door to your cabin creaks open.

“Y/N?”

You make a mumbled sound in the back of your throat that’s supposed to resemble “I’m here” but Clarisse is already walking over to you and pulling the blanket off of you.

“Silena told me you were staying back. Why?”

You pull the blanket back up over yourself.

“I’m jus’ tired.”

“Okay…” she says, sitting down on the bed. She puts her warm hand to your forehead. “Are you sick? Do you have a headache?”

“No, Clar, I’m fine.”

“I’m confused,” she huffs. “You love the bonfires. Something is obviously wrong, why won’t you tell me?”

“I’m just tired, Clarisse, that’s all.”

“Fine,” she says. “I can be tired too.”

She kicks off her shoes and climbs into bed with you, under the blankets, chest pressed against your back.

“I’m not good at this. You know that,” she sighs after a second. “And I wish I was. But I do know something’s wrong. And I really don’t know for the life of me what it is, but I really want to know. I really want to help you.”

She traces her fingertips up and down your arms, tracing over the silvery scar from the monster- and you involuntarily jerk away.

“Oh,” she says. She’s painfully observant. She notices everything. She notices you pulling away when she touches your scars. “Your scars.”

Tears well in your eyes before you can stop them.

“W-when I got captured, this boy kept teasing me. And I tried not to let it bother me, I tried not to give him a reaction… but I just- what if I’m not worthy of my mother anymore? It’s embarrassing. I know. But I…”

“Who the fuck said that to you?”

She sits up, eyes blazing, like she can just imagine it and whoever hurt you will suddenly feel her wrath.

You turn around so you’re facing her, laughing.

“I don’t even know his stupid name,” you mutter.

She looks down at you, at the tears spilling from your pretty eyes.

“I’ll kill him later,” she mumbles, settling back down and kissing the corner of your cheek. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, baby. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’ve never met your mother, of course, so I can say that without getting us both struck down by doves, or something.”

You swat her chest.

“I’ll kill you with doves, watch me.”

She hums. “Probably. Okay, stop. You’re getting me off topic.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m not good with my words,” she whispers. “But I hope I show you everyday that you are the only woman I have eyes for. This is, like, really embarrassing… but I’ve planned out our entire lives together. We’re gonna go to to college in Arizona by my mom, we’ll have an apartment off-campus, and after we graduate we’ll get married. I really wanna be married to you. And I don’t care if that’s cheesy, I just really want you to look at the ring I’ll give you and be able to feel all my love. Besides, if you ever want to get away from me, it’ll be a hell of a lot harder.”

“I would never wanna get away from you, Clar,” you smile. “It’s not embarrassing. I wanna go to college in Arizona. I wanna marry you.”

“Good, because you didn’t really have a choice,” she smiles.

“And you’re plenty good with your words.”

“Yeah… okay, I guess. But let me show you, too.”

“What does that even-”

She shuts you up by kissing your lips.

“I love your lips. I love how soft they are, and how they feel so perfect against me.”

She kisses your cheek.

“I like your cheeks for the same reasons.”

Your temple, your forehead, your nose.

“Same reasons,” she smiles.

Finally she ends up at your jawline. She rubs over the scar, taking concealer and foundation with the pad of her thumb.

“And I love this scar. It looks kind of like a C, so everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Freak,” you huff, and she doesn’t have to say it. You both know you love it.

She kisses your neck and talks about how she loves the way you get mad at her for leaving hickeys, the dedication you pour into covering them up before you eventually decide it’s too much effort and let them show.

She kisses the scar on your collarbone.

“I like putting my head here, right under your chin. I can feel your pulse. I can hear you swallow, too, which is weird but also soothing.”

She kisses from your shoulder and down to your arm, skimming past the scar. She kisses the back of your hand and your fingertips.

“I love it when you braid my hair, or just put your hands in my hair for… other reasons.”

“Freak,” you mumble again. “You’re just obsessed with kissing me.”

“True,” she hums, kissing back up to your scar. “I don’t have anything poetic to say about this one. It’s just fucking badass. I mean, you got it when you were 12- you survived what most have been something truly monstrous to leave a scar like this, and that’s all you get? Most of the kids here would have died. Even the ones our age. And you escaped when you were only 12.”

You smile like a lovesick fool. The apocalypse could be going on outside, and you would just be here with Clarisse.

“In conclusion, your beauty is actually life changing. I mean, have you seen me? I become a total softie, just for you. And it’s all because I like seeing that pretty smile on your gorgeous face. But you frown pretty, too, which I didn’t even know was possible- so I win either way.”

You smile and put your hand on her face, kissing her softly.

“Thank you, Clar. For always taking care of me, and reassuring me…”

“It’s quite literally my job,” she smiles. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.”

“You don’t even trust me, Little Miss Makes-My-Plate-For-Me.”

She laughs and presses her head under your chin, her hair tickling your skin, pressing a kiss to your scar.

“It’s my job,” she smiles. “As your girlfriend and future wife.”

“I love you, Clarisse,” you whisper, a secret just for the two of you. Nothing can have you here. No pain, no suffering.

“I love you too,” she says. “I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

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the kid who bullied you walking around with a big ass scar on his cheek the next day 😍😍😍😍😍 no….. no clarisse did not cut him with her spear….. ofc not….

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[princessbrunette]

how do you feel about flirting with aotc!anakin? whether it’s established relationship flirting or you’re just getting to know one another or whatever. i’m rly interested in seeing how you’d decide to write a younger (maybe more naive?) version of anakin. make it as dirty/smutty/suggestive as you want, i love anything you put out

(us acting like we weren’t giggling in dms about this 😝)

okay but yes.

flirting with him is so fun because… he’s a slut idc. i guess i understand when people wanna present him as some shy virgin but also like… did we even watch the same movie? aotc ani was bricked up for the entire 2hours and 22 minutes in this essay i will-

when you’re still friends — flirting with him is so much fun because he’s barely keeping it together. he shamelessly glances at your tits when you’re talking to him because how can he not? you’re practically begging for it with them pressed together like that, blinking up at him with faux innocent doe eyes. he’s already stiff before you’ve even been standing there for more than thirty seconds. he won’t shy away from telling you that, either.

the way you call him “ani” in that sweet breathy voice, reaching up to fix his short blonde hair. he knows your game. he stares down at you with that obscene smirk, shuffling a bit closer to you so he has a better view down your top. but soon enough, you’re pulling away slyly, putting an extra sway of the hips in your walk as you leave him to give him a show.

you have to constantly tell him to stop staring at you, because whenever you look at him he’s got this slight smile on his face — and not in the sweet romantic way, the sort of vacant and dark smile that says ‘I’m not focused on anything going on right now, because i’m imagining you creaming on my cock.’ aotc ani definitely dabbled in a fair share of holoporn, so he can get super creative with his daydreams.

maker forbid the conversation ever is lead down one of a sexual nature whilst you’re still friends — his curiosity causing him to prod and pry at your sex life, and brazenly offering to be added to your roster at a drop of a hat. “did your ex ever taste you?” he’s stepping into your space once more. you roll your eyes at his intrusiveness but shake your head anyway. “i would have. you should allow me. wouldn’t you like to see how it feels? i heard some girls compare it to heaven…” he gets impossibly closer like he’s going to kiss you but you break off the moment.

“what girls?” you frown jealously which only makes him grin boyishly and chuckle, stuttering over an explanation.

when the two of you finally end up together, you make him wait even longer to fuck you just because it’s fun — doing everything in your power to make him flustered. your favourite moment would have to be when you’d come to visit the temple for work purposes, running into anakin and his mentor obi wan. you’d been discussing something of a professional nature, ignoring the way anakin was eyefucking you as you spoke to his master. as soon as obi wan briefly leaves the room, leaving the two of you behind — you pounce, pouting and pushing yourself up against the flustered blonde.

“miss you ani, need you really bad.” you whimper quietly, being met with wide eyes and red cheeks. you take his strong, pretty hand and bring it to cup the shape of your cunt through your panties beneath your skirt. “m’so wet.” you watch ani take a jagged breath in, letting his fingers feel around for your soaked spot before you’re pulling back again, hearing obi wan returning. he gets so frustrated he has to excuse himself.

but that’s not the last you see of him that day, on your way out of the temple he ambushes you — hurrying you into a dark closet space with spare sparring mats and faulty saber hilts on shelves, lips finding purchase on your neck and his hands grabbing greedily at your ass.

“ani!”

“please— please let me fuck you.” he groans, pushing his hips against yours, hard cock pressing against your tummy. “cant you feel what you’ve done?”

���not here, in a dark closet. i would like it to be more romantic than that.” you speak between sloppy kisses, his hand coming up to gently hold your cheek still.

“well forgive me, but i don’t care too much for romance right now. you’re getting me way too excited.” he grips your waist.

“i care.” you turn your head, looking at him with a serious glint in your eyes when he pulls back. he sighs, rolling his eyes and steps back, nodding.

“very well then.” he frowns. you place your hands on his shoulders and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“ask obi wan for some time off, we’ll fly somewhere — can take our time. it’ll be worth it.” you smile and he exhales out his nose, nodding.

“alright alright. now don’t tease me anymore, it’s not nice.” he’s practically pouting and you giggle. it’s hard for his own smile not to break through too.

#aotc anakin drabble #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #aotc anakin smut

[ghouljams]

Ghoul I could read your posts abt omegaverse all day holy shit can I give you a forehead kiss

I'm stress baking because of it lol

I think heat/rut are just different terms for the same thing. It's just the high point of a person's hormone cycle. Heat and Rut are just gendered terms for it, men go through a rut and women go through a heat, or alphas go through rut and omegas go through heat idc. It doesn't matter really everyone just uses whatever they're comfortable with. I called omega!Ghost's shit a heat, but he'd probably call it a rut. I see it as a three times a year thing, four months between each cycle peak, and that's the best time to get pregnant but it can also happen any time during the cycle.

Also because people keep saying the same thing in my ask box: it's not mad dog horny must have sex time. It's just the height of the cycle, it's when they're most fertile, everyone reacts to it differently. Ghost gets aggressive during his heats, the best way to burn off the excess energy has been sparring in the past, but now that he has a sexual partner the best way to burn it off is with sex. In contrast I think alpha!Goose has a miserable heat cycle with cramps, migraines, and lots of irritability and anxiety. Sex helps the same way sex during your period would help, it releases endorphins to cover the pain.

Like I said in multiple other asks everyone gets heats/ruts no matter where they are on the spectrum. It's just the natural human reproductive cycle. It's bad for some people, easy for others, some people find it fun with a partner, other people need a partner there just to keep them alive through the vomiting and cramps.

Also again as I said in a different ask, I think endotypes have become more complex as humanity and medical scie ce has evolved. Originally people were just looking for stereotypes, "Oh this person is sort of domineering and anxious they must be an alpha, and that person is rather eager to jump into fights they're probably an omega" but because human personalities are so variable most people were just people. It was really only when folks started being able to test for hormone markers that suddenly there were a ton more alphas and omegas than first thought! Now you get a neat little designation on your driver's license next to your organ donor stamp! How cool! There are still stereotypes of course, (you know an omega will never start a fight, but they will finish one) but there are stereotypes about everyone and most people ignore them.

In my ideal little world the omegaverse has very little gender discrimination because it's just too much to keep track of. I mean think about it: you think alphas are really cool, but you don't like women, OK so now you're having trouble hiring a female alpha, then you're like no I want men and no omegas, OK but there's a bunch of omega men applying and. You get the gist. It just is too much to keep track of all that.

#ghoul speaks #a/b/o #omegaverse #im making scones for anyone wondering #im using goose's recipe :) #which is just my recipe but its fun to think i stole it from her

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Your post about enemies to lovers just gave me an idea!

Okay, we all know Ghost helps with training recruits so reader joins the military or whatever and Ghost isn’t the one training her at first but he sees something in her that maybe reminds him of himself (maybe it’s her proficiency at certain things or the way it’s like a flip switches when it’s actually time for her to spar and she’s goes from really sweet and nice to kicking the ass of a dude twice her size idk anyways) so he switches some things around so that he is the one training her.

Things go really good and reader feels like they’re getting to reach their full potential with the help of Ghost and maybe a month or two passes then Ghost flips his script (he realizes he has feeling and Ghost doesn’t do feelings). He’s not being talking to reader at all, switches her back to training with someone else, acting like he doesn’t know her practically and this sets reader off so she confronts Ghost.

Ghost just blows her off, telling her she’s acting like a child, that he needed someone with higher skill if he was going to keep training someone (she was literally one of the best trainees he’s aver had 🤦🏻‍♀️) or whatever you think he would say and this is where the “hatred” set in for reader. She tells her self she doesn’t care that he could die in a hole for all she cares.

Anyways I would do a time skip or maybe all the stuff above this is all flashbacks.

But reader stays on that base for maybe another year (the whole time is spent ignoring Ghost, only speaking to him when required, and doing everything in her power to prove Ghost wrong) before she ships out and joins a task force (time skip here) a few years later John is sitting with Laswell deciding who’s going to join his task force.

He chooses Soap, gaz, and Ghost. He looks through the files one more time before pulling out readers file. Says something about reader being able to be compared to Ghost when it comes to being on the field.

When Ghost sees reader with the first time she’s laughing with Johnny. He knows it’s you, he spent enough time around you to recognize your laugh, your body language, the color of your eyes. The moment he ever tries to talk to you all the happiness is gone, covered with a calm and collected front.

(Mini Time skip if you will) Ghost and reader work best on missions together and Price uses this to his advantage. It’s common for the two to be sent on mission sometimes alone and other times with others. But this time it’s just Ghost and reader one of them gets hurt (I would say reader because the way Ghost would torture himself over it would be hell) if you choose reader, she makes a joke about him not caring if she dies then cue the conversation about what happened all that time ago. When they get to the part of Ghost being frustrated and tell reader how he felt then and how he feels now, reader passes out (and maybe as a cherry on top maybe even stops breathing and this is when evac shows up, taking reader away.

Skip a little more Ghost is super worried but reader lives and when she wakes up maybe Gaz is sitting there and tells her about Ghost almost spending all his time in the room other than when he’s on mission (current reason he’s not in the room) and when he gets back reader is doing really good.

Some way somehow we get to them having a conversation and reader asks about what he was going to tell her that night and Ghost confesses(maybe even shows her his face in this moment). But here’s the catch, reader doesn’t confess back, nope. Instead she’s angry with Simon (yep she uses his real name), asking him how he could treat her like that over some feelings, yelling at him about how she was insanely hard on herself all this time because she looked up to Simon then.

Some time later they’re on a mission together again and this time Simon gets hurt (yes hate me idc 😁) and reader is so upset that when Ghost passed out she’s pacing around the room mumbling to herself (maybe even crying) and she says something like “god, you better fucking wake up. (Mumbling to herself) Fucking idiot couldn’t not get hurt.”

Walks over to ghost and lays her head on his chest, “you need to wake up Simon… I need to tell you I love you back.” And maybe he’s awake at this point long enough to say something back to her (or he could just hear her 👀 and not say anything) orrrr if you want it to be more angsty maybe he ends up on base and it’s the same situation where reader is constantly in his room while he’s recovering and maybe price or soap comes in to talk to her about her needing rest and she’s like nope not happening.

This is where the conversation ensues about Price or soap talking to reader about how they know she loves him (super wide eyed reader over here lol) and they just chuckle telling her it’s alright but she needs to take care of herself. So she leaves.

Simon wakes up and talks to one of the John’s (the John thing is funny to me okay) and they tell him about reader staying around. Reader comes back but ghost is asleep again. Maybe reader falls asleep holding ghosts hand *this would be such a cute moment for soap to come in and take a picture and leave 🥹*

Anyways reader might be talking to herself thinking Simon is asleep and she says something about loving him when she turns to find him awake. Somehow they end up talking about heir feelings and maybe this is when they have their first kiss idk

(That’s honestly where I would end it and then make an epilogue)

Maybe they have some kids maybe they don’t but in the end they’re happy with each other and maybe we get to see how the rest of the task force is doing

This was long as hell I’m sorry 😭 didn’t mean for it to turn into this whole thing (there is a lot of plot holes in this 😳)

Whoa honestly you just made an entire series of that lmao I love it it’s great!!! I could definitely try something like this but absolutely love the amount of detail you put in this ask. It’s great!! @random0lover

#asks #long post

[bndair]

some plot ideas with aang for your plotting pleasure/convenience. these range from vague concepts to actual ideas. if you see one you want to try , jump in my dms and shout at me about it

more terribly outdated language and mannerisms from aang’s youth.  ‘ flameo, hotman ! ’  is just the tip of the iceberg   ( no pun intended ).

finding people descended from air nomads that hid out in the other nations.  maybe they know their heritage, maybe they don’t.  but aang is definitely going to teach them everything he can about air nomads and airbending.

how to survive in the wild 101 with avatar aang.  topics include foraging for food ,  cooking over a fire  ( vegetarian style ) ,  best places to make camp ,  and how to care for your flying bison on long journeys.  ( bc this boy absolutely took care of everyone while they were traveling.   ‘ sokka, no !   that’s poisonous.  oooh, it’s gonna be a rough night for you, buddy. ’  )

aang as the physical embodiment of love and acceptance.  made a terrible mistake ?  feel terribly out of place in society ?   aang will accept you 100%.  this is barely even a plot tbh.  it’s just his personality,  but shhh.  go with it.

helping someone work through a fear of heights  ( or the ocean or caves or fire, whatever element related thing you want )  in the gentlest, most supportive way humanly possible.  ‘ i promise nothing bad will happen.  i got you ’

all the handicrafts.  making flower crowns,  crafting jewelry  ( carved wood, braided fabric, etc ) , spinning yarn  ( sky bison fur is exceptionally soft ) , he’s not the greatest at sewing , but he’s excellent at knitting.

two words :   disney princesses.   he would absolutely adore them.

someone come dance with this boy.  goofy idc what i look like it’s fun dancing ,  dancing that’s based on sparring movements , teaching people historical dances ,  learning others’ local dances.  aang loves to dance. he just needs a partner.

undercover in the fire nation plots or the earth kingdom or the water tribes! idk where. just give me undercover aang plots where he gets to be a normal kid for a change. the question is ... is your muse blindsided by finding out he's the avatar ? or are they like 'yeah, somehow that checks out. he was a little weird' ?

this one has a little more specific audience , but training / fighting with the kyoshi warriors. the little airbending we see him do with fans? beautiful. i live for little things like that connecting aang to his past lives. heck ! let the ladies teach him about kyoshi while we're at it. he'd love it.

#𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 : will you go penguin sledding with me? #i'm probably going to bed soon #but 👀👀 hmu if you see something #or something gives you an idea #or you just have an idea #i DEFINITELY want to hear any and all plot ideas

[blankbedroom]

Supernatural Headcanons

basically i started watching spn for the first time around 6 months ago & started writing down these hcs as i thought of them over that time, thought i’d post them somewhere so enjoy

Since sam would be left at home a lot he would watch straight to vhs disney sequels and that’s his disney knowledge. Jess is surprised and a little worried sam didn’t grow up w,,,kids movies? and they do disney marathons. Sam doesn’t rlly have favourite movies or shows at this point so he’ll frequently sit w Jess for a night in to binge whatever her favourites were.

Jess bought Sam his laptop as a 1 yr anniversary present and decorated it in all those edgy stickers as a joke bc sam was so brooding when she first met him

IF sam wanted to paint his nails when he was younger Dean would make fun of him the first time he asks bc obviously, Sam would get all sad and puppy dog eyes so of course Dean would cave and paint them for him. They’d be messy and sam would complain abt that the whole time but he still loves it after.

Sam is an angry cryer. whenever he gets really angry or frustrated tears will run down his face and dean would ALWAYS feel bad abt whatever he did bc “oh no sammy’s crying” and then sam would hit him (retaliation). He gets better at holding back the tears as he gets older but for a while there it’s the bane of sam’s existence.

we know this but sam doesn’t swear. when he was a kid it would’ve been during sparring sessions w dean if at all, he’d get all worked up that he kept losing and then he’d starts crying bc he was so angry and that just made it worse. In college he’d only swear during difficult study sessions and it would be whispered under his breath bc he’s in the library.

john is the type of dad to “boy idc who u keep in ur bed but if u don’t pick up that fucking crossbow-“ he’s a lot of things but he cares abt his sons and he isn’t homophobic.

Dean is trans 🙄✋🏼

Sam and Dean always bought shirts that were way too big for them so they would last longer (you’ll grow into it!) also this goes w/out saying but everything they bought was from thrift stores for like $5 at the most. When sam moves out and buys his own jacket at a real store for an honestly absurd price he’s never been happier. It’s clean and new and smells fresh and he wears it all the time.

Dean doesn’t cry until he DOES u know? he won’t let himself shed a single tear but when he does it’s absolutely sobbing, full on dry heaving. And he’ll just stop when he’s done, wipe his face, nod once and move on.

Dean is always a little salty that his little brother grew up taller than him

sam used to take latin classes if schools offered it and tried to study in his off time. when he gets to college he shows he’s free of he hunting life by taking Spanish

dean knows a little latin actually, mostly understands it but can’t rlly speak it

Sam was the shortest kid in his class(es) for a WHILE. Puberty didn’t hit until it DID then he shot up like a weed

SAM AND JESS’ FIRST CHRISTMAS! oh my god they go to jess’ house and sam spends the day w all of jess’ extended family. the house is utterly chaotic and loud and there are mountains of food that still seems too little when they’re all sat down. it’s all warm and crowded and utterly unfamiliar that sam loves it. maybe he does like christmas, just a bit.

Dean is good w kids bc he was basically a parent to sam when they were growing up (and still finds it hard to break the habit)

Sam and dean nick names :) “sammy” “de”

They both learned over complicated hand signals to communicate orders when on a hunt - this is hinted at but not enough so i added it :)

Dean never deletes a girl’s number from his phone even if he never contacts them again

Sam has physical scars from his time in the cage

Also dean misses some of his old scars after the slate got wiped clean

After sam is out of the cage - if he’s having rlly bad hallucinations he’ll hurt himself somehow, preferably a piercing wound to remind himself he is real, he’s here and lucifer isn’t, maybe he’ll bite his hand until skin breaks

s1 ep1 jess’ boxers are 100% sam’s

John never checked in on Sam at Stanford - Dean did

They have litters of scars along their arms from the amount of times they’ve had to cut themselves to prove they’re human to someone 🙄

SAM IS AFRAID OF CLOWNS (not a hc but i just love it)

they each have like 4 burner phones each

Dean keeps telling his dumb jokes purely out of habit/to get a laugh out of sam. sometimes he forgets that sam is a whole adult and prolly won’t find his dumb puns that funny anymore

There’s a story behind “you don’t take a joint from a guy named Don” i like to think it’s abt an experience sam had but that’s my angsty heart

#supernatural #spn #headcanons #headcanon #supernatural headcanon #spn headcanon #sam winchester #dean winchester #i think i stopped this during s6? #i’m only on s9 so that’s not saying much #ik some of these are basically canon but yknow #u get the idea

[cat3ch1sm]

Could you write something with zuko, illumi, or robin? Anything you’re in the mood for. It’s so obvious I have a type 💀. Top!reader if you can please

🍃| nah bruh my type is the same as urs💀💀 and also ur username is sending me

💚| ayoo thanks for this!! never gotten a tt or an atla request before- this will be headcanons in which reader is stronger than them and how they (characters) react to this! obv this will be in context for the shows these characters r in (ex: illumi- reader is stronger nen user)

🌵| so yea i hope u enjoy<33 so sorry this took so long:(((

🌱| ps the image below is actually mine hehe

pov: y/n is their s/o and more powerful than them

robin (dick grayson)

· tbh, robin is used to people around him being more powerful than he is. all his teammates are definitely stronger than him physically due to their powers/abilities, so it's nothing new.

· but holy crap ur insane

· robin is hardly shaken by anything since he's always fighting ridiculously powerful adversaries and has equally powerful friends. but the sheer power u alone possess is almost a little frightening

· u get to practice fighting with machines only. he can't let u kill anyone while ur sparring😭

· stays way out of range whenever he sees you preparing to use your abilities. he'll very subtly just back up further and further until you're barely within his line of vision- he is not messing with that😭

· due to your abilities, you do tend to get out of control, and often have trouble pulling yourself back together and keeping your powers in check. robin will do whatever he can to help (although he's probably awkward asf abt it lmao)

· sometimes wonders why in the world u even want him fighting alongside you??? u could probably take out ten Robins in ten seconds ngl

· if he is met with someone he doesn't feel is worth physically fighting, he'll just gesture to u (bc of course ur automatically ready to blow up everything in sight) and be like "have at it idc"

zuko

reader is a firebender!

· he's faced countless enemies that have all been significantly more powerful than him (mostly family members </3) but he has genuinely never seen the likes of you. he loves u and all but bro ur scary asf

· often he forgets how powerful u actually are and is usually very caught off guard when he watches u fight

· won't let u spar with anyone- he's worried you'll kill them😭

· the way you take down enemies so effortlessly is never not mesmerizing to him

· seriously- where were u when he was fighting azula?!?!?!?!?!?!

· absolutely shows u off- although he's quite subtle about it. he makes it so somehow everyone knows how powerful u are

· will very awkwardly ask if maybe u could teach him some things like maybe he means if u have the chance and u don't have to but like it would be cool and-

· uses u to terrorize sokka tbh, one fire blast from u and that mf is running

· katara, suki, and aang r probably scared of ur ass too

illumi zoldyck

· huh?!?!?!?! ur more powerful than him??? hold tf up

· insists on watching u in action when he hears that you may be more powerful than he is

· then he finds out it's true and probably starts stalking u. you're someone of interest now- he wonders to what extent your abilities stretch?

· may set traps and try and trick you here and there from behind the scenes to see how you handle it

· no fr how are u more powerful than him??? ur deadass right up there with chrollo

· ur aura is actually terrifying. like, worse than hisoka and illumi combined. even illumi himself tends to shy away when you conjure it up, and that is definitely saying something

· shows no physical sign of intimidation when you prepare to use ur nen but will probably take a step back or two

· will want to test your abilities, probably by having u fight him or various residents in the zoldyck mansion (obv not his family though)

· will probably have to use force to keep hisoka from trying to get at you. if you're more powerful than illumi, then ur more so than hisoka, which means he'll definitely want to fight you really badly

· honestly, the only reason illumi won't allow the two of u to fight is that he doesn't want u to accidentally kill hisoka.

#illumi headcanons #illumi #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi zoldyck #zuko fanfic #zuko is an awkward turtleduck #zuko headcanons #zuko x reader #robin teen titans #dick grayson headcanons #teen titans 2003 #robin headcanons #hxh #hxh headcanons #atla headcanons

[marvelwoman-sugarbaby]

Hi,

May I request some fluff with Peggy Carter with fem!reader? Something along this scenario: they're sparring together, some sassy flirting while they do (maybe some smutty vibes but no smut please) and then they end up cuddling.

Make it short, make it long idc, just have fun writing it :) I hope you have a good day

Lovely Sparring

Peggy x Fem!Reader

Thanks I hope you have a good day too 😊 Sorry it took so long for me to make this, but I hope you like it 😁

Words: 1017

Genre: Fluff

Warning: some suggestive content

Summary: look at the request box above

Y/N POV

Today was like any other day. I finished doing all the paperwork I was given and needed to get rid of some energy. So I found myself sparring with Peggy, my best friend. That happened because of a conversation that went a little bit like this.

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I walked into Peggy's office and went right over to the front of her desk, slamming my hands on her desk. She stopped writing on some papers to look up at me, amused with a raised eyebrow. “Hello, to you too.” Ignoring what she said and the amusement evident in her voice, I said. “I need a sparring partner.” She put the pen in her hand down and then moved both her hands so she could rest her face on them. “I have things to do, Y/N.” She then starts to go back to what she was doing. “Why don’t you ask Javis for help?” “You know exactly why I’m not asking Javis.” I knew she wasn’t going to spar with me on a whim, so I had an idea. Under my breath, just loud enough so she would hear me, I said. “The only reason you don’t want to is because you’re just too scared to lose.” Then, to make it seem like I didn’t want her to hear, I turned around and was on my way to leave.

“Stop right there.” When I heard her push out her chair to stand right in front of me, I had a smirk. “Yes, Peg.” She crossed her arms, and I mimicked her. “You believe you can beat me?” “Without a doubt.” That’s an absolute lie. I’m just really desperate to get rid of this energy that’s eating me out. She looked at me, trying to see if I was bluffing. Jokes on her despite not being amazing at fighting, my specialty is bluffing. ‘I guess my mom teaching me how to keep a poker face did come in handy.’

“Let's place a bet. What happens when one of us wins?” I take a moment to think before I have a smile. “You have to take the both of us to that fancy restaurant and buy everything we eat. I’ve wanted to taste the food there for a while. If you win.” With a smirk on my face, I lean on the desk. “If you win, you can do whatever you want to do to me.” With a dark look in her eye that I’ve seen many times, she unfolds her hands, pressing her body against mine. Then, putting her hands on mine, she whispers in my ear. “You have yourself a deal, sweetheart.” Turning around as if nothing had happened, she left me there weak in the knees. If it weren't for the desk, I’d probably be on the floor.

After a few seconds, I get myself together and head on after her.

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Before we go to the boxing ring, we change our formal clothes into gym clothes in the changing room. The only people there are us. As I’m trying to zip my fighting clothes in the back, Peggy comes up behind and zips it up herself. She stays behind me and says in my ear. “You could stop this right now, save a lot of hurt.” I push her back and turn around. “Chickening out so soon. I expected better.” I turn around and walk out, shaking off the fact that I’m slightly aroused.

When we get to the boxing ring, Peggys gets into her fighting stance. As I’m getting into mine, I say. “Best 2 out of 3?” “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” I roll my eyes, then strike, swinging my right hand into her face. She catches my hand and flips me over her head. When I’m on my back, I hold onto her hand and use the leverage to swing my legs under her to have her fall over. I’m about to get up when she twists my hand behind my back and pins me to the ground.

With her front pressing to my back, she says. “We could always just stop now.” “You wish.” We get back into our fighting stances. This time Peggy is the first to swing. I dodge and elbow her in the ribs. While I’m under her arm, I grab it and pull her forward. When she’s on her front, I put my knee on her back to pin her down. “Like you said, we could stop right now, sweetheart.” When my position falters, she turns around and pins me on my back while holding me by my throat. “I wouldn’t use my own words against me, love.”

She lets go and gets back into her stance. I take a second before I get back up. “I’m going to take you on a date.” “What?” “You said when I win, I can do whatever I want to you.” I’m stunned, so she uses that to her advantage and sweeps me under my feet, then successfully pinning me on my back. “I’ll pick you up at seven tonight to go to that restaurant you wanted to go to.” She lets me go, and we both go back to the changing room.

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Now it’s six, and I have nothing to do. I have tried everything, even talking to Javis, and now I’m lonely. I’ve found myself making my way to Peggy's office. When I open the door and peek through, Peggy looks up at me and stops what she’s doing. “Is it seven already?” When she looks at the time and realises it isn’t she’s visibly confused. She looks back over to me. I'm making my way over to her side of the desk. I straddle her and hide my face in her neck. “Is everything okay?” “Yup, I’m bored and you decided to date me so that means I get to cuddle you.” She hugs me tight around my waist and rests her head on mine. “Seems fair to me.” She lets go then gets back to work and when seven rolls around we leave for the restaurant.

#peggy carter x reader #peggy carter #peggy carter x you #peggy carter x y/n #cute #flirting #marvel

[kakubun]

boo boos

about: where bonten gets patched up by you.. eh except for a minoorrr error

a/n: i hate writing bonten because it's so damn cliche and "you're the only one i love" type of bs but it's addicting🔫🔫

warnings: mentions of blood and violence, chapter 189-206 spoilers‼️‼️, kissing in kakucho's part

tag tag: @rindousarus, @lucylikesbluehairedmen

(lucy idk who you like in bonten but here you go😭😭)

sanzu

obviously sanzu is the type to be careless and he sometimes would scratch his face whenever a bastard had a chance to touch him but he easily kills them off

most of the times (would say 3 times), he would be high and it's a completely wrong time for him to be sent off to a mission but he lives the risks of being high so he'll just take whatever the hell mikey gave him

it would be a lot more messier execution and blood would stick and drip down his face while rindou and ran asked him to wash off the stains of his face (no sanzu, doesn't matter if it's the results of your hardwork after pill popping and killing idc)

he eventually does clean off the grime on his face and felt a stinging sensation on his cheek, he touched up everywhere on his face and the scar was lined on the left of his cheek

he sighs with a grin and pressed the wound again and again, feeling the burn of the scar opening and closing

he hums as he slid into your private room to find anything to patch him up or maybe you.. if you could

he peeked from the door way and you were writing down.. who knows? whatever you were writing down was long forgotten when you looked up cause you felt a precense and immediately rushed to sanzu

"cmere you idiot" it's the shocking way to find out, you the partner of sanzu being the bigger person than him. the other members of bonten just watches sanzu being nagged by you like a mother a lot of times when his wild ass doesn't do things right and perhaps one of them let a snicker escape.

you grabbed onto his face gently but quickly pushing him onto a chair and he whistles like a tease to your concerned actions and you grumbled under your breath because of your wreck of a husband. you stopped going through the medkit and paused to look at him, he knows you wanted to pop a question so he tilted his head yo let him know what is it.

"um.. are you okay with hello kitty bandaids?" it was reasonable for him to laugh very loudly because you looked so nervous when you couldn't find any normal bandaids and you didn't say anything when you wiped a clean rag over him. well until he stopped laughing.

"i don't want to make you look like a fool infront of the other members, you clown"

"what are you a kid, why do you even have hello kitty bandaids in the first place hm~?" you told him with a smile threatening to grow on your lips that it was ridiculously cute that you had to buy it. don't waste your chance before it's out of stock <33

so he agrees,

one of the many things that his sweet partner can intoduce him is wearing hello kitty bandaids that fits his hair colour

he DOES NOT give two shits if any of bonten were to make fun of him, he doesn't care if he had to be called preschooler or that you were sending him to school but all that matters is to be showy with his glamarous bandaids that he had so he could remember that sweet expression on your face when he decides to wear them

it's completely okay if you called him extra because you know this man has the audacity to ask if you had hello kitty bandages if his arms bled

extra!!:

"sanzu, do you think this is a fashion show" you deadpanned at him when you see him sneaking on bandaids on his face, to what show you? because you know damn we this fool is wasting precious stuff during the time he won't need it.

he slowly starts peeling off another one when you start scolding him, giving empty threats on how you'll wrap him up in bandages to bury him later and the time you turn around again is where he quickly pushed the sticky bandaid on you.

"there, we're matching!" he points at the mirror or better he shifts you towards the mirror by grabbing your waist and loosely hugging it when you look at the glass when both you and sanzu had the cute bandaid on both your noses.

perhaps you shouldn't rub your temples and stress about this a lot because your husband will not take this seriously.

mikey

this was a boss we're talking about so mikey had to intervine because this smart group of asses are actually breaking into bonten's bank, carefully taken care by the haitani brothers

the boss got held at gun point before the last few seconds of his breath to get him to spill but mikey got impatient and accidently killed him too soon

mikey gripped the gun in frustration that his fingers could form a bruise with how hard he's holding it, an unfortunate turn of events had happened when the windows in all the rooms got smashed in by the other members of the sleaze he killed and managed to land a kick on his head

sanzu dealt with the problem quickly, blocking mikey from the enemies slinging the katana he had lazily on his side with a crazed glint in his eyes threatening the other members from getting way too close

the kick was unnessarily strong for no reason that mikey wobbled to his knees to the sheer impact the feet of the slain man (sanzu specially killed) could effect him so much

kakucho swiftly lead mikey out of the room whilst shooting down any person running in

mikey settled in your shared bedroom as he informed sanzu and kakucho to put him in the room whenever anything serious occured because he atleast wanted to see his beloved when he wakes up

the soft plush pilliows greeted his head as his half unconscious form laid on the bed before his eyes gave up and met darkness (like his impulses‼️‼️)

the taps of a wet cloth made him jolt out of his slumber and you panicked, telling him it's just you and you were just taking care of him while he's asleep. his head hurted when he shifted to look at you and you gently told him to rest when he feels bandages wrapped around his head.

he sensed your worry when your lips trembled on the face of his skin when you pecked kisses all over him and he couldn't help pulling you over into a hug which you squeled when you stumbled out of your chair.

"sleep with me love" he kissed you back on all the places you touched him with your lips to calm down the hurting beats of your heart when you see him writhing from the danger he put himself in, you held his face which he tiredly nodded to your thoughts which were all concerned for him.

you're worried if the head injury's bad, nah don't he shakes his head if you ever think that, he just needs to bask in the comfort of his love.

hours passed as mikey fell asleep in your arms, relaxed by your side when he wakes up but eventually he had to talk to the other bonten members for them to fill him in on any news

he reluctantly gets up because he wanted to still admire your sleeping face, the serene peace you were in as your chest slowly bumps on his arm when you breathe in and out when he shifts away made him feel bad but he had no choice

this was sonething he worried about and he didn't want to happen but he felt your fingertips on his back when you reached for him to stay

"mm.. mikey, your face.."

he touches his face feeling baindaids on it and he got on his knees to stare at your lips and to hear what you wanted to say

"um.. we ran out of actual bandaids from the last time you got hurt but i found my rabbit bandaids but i don't know if you want to go out to the others like.."

you stopped rambling when he puts his head down to laugh quietly to how worried you got, he shushed you to not get so concerned and he looks in the mirror to see the bandaids plastered on his cheek. he waved at you before going and shut the door noiselessly.

there's no need to be scared of his public image or whatever, mikey nonchalantly wore it around the members, he didn't mind if they let out an amused sound of them when the feared leader of bonten walks around with cute rabbits plastered on his face.

even he couldn't keep a grin from slipping out.

kakucho

they had divisions and they were given to kakucho and sanzu, mikey's trusted men

they supervised their own divisions and trained them with the basics they need to know in bonten, also giving the excuse to watch out for any spies or 'traitors'

with that the two had the time of their lives.. minus kakucho, sanzu was going crazy on his men and if you glanced quickly, you wouldn't notice how hard sanzu was on his men

there were times that sanzu might've just played all of them and kick their teeth out instead of doing warmups with them but kakucho's a lot more responsible while sanzu was respected in fear, everyone respected kakucho because of his strength and level headed behaviour

the division each took turn with kakucho, sparring with one another eventhough it might've taken a whole day because he wanted to see how capable they are without dreading that their lives would be in danger if he took his eyes off one of his men

let's just say some of them were really aggresive

while kakucho would applaud them for this to be absolute beasts in beating the hell of out of him in the session, he still tasted spite from getting pushed back and forth but he kept cool and thought this as a process for his patience

by the end of the day, everything's dismissed and sanzu would look at him with a toothy smirk because of how much damage he endured

sanzu calls kakucho reckless as he spits at him to clamp his mouth shut before a gun goes in it as bruises and scratches were on his face, the same with sanzu who liked the pain and took a while to patch up

kakucho looks in the mirror to see how bad it is and to how bad he flinched, he gets twitchy

he thought of you, he didn't want to hurt your feelings and see you glare at him in sadness on how rough things were at the headquarters when he trained so he tried his best to get rid off any visible marks on his face

it was time for him to go back so he bowed to mikey, a sign for him to leave and trudged home to see you again

it was at dead of night, clock nearing 1am when he greets the safe home an "i'm home" and he hears the television on, he slowly walks into the living room and placed a hand on the couch to pull himself to it to see you wrapped up like a burrito and snoring a little.

he smiled to himself, his lover leaving the movie they loved playing and accidently falling asleep which made him frown a bit when he realizes that you were probably waiting for him to reach.

he patted your shoulder and whisperes that he's home and asked for you to hold on when he carried you in his arms and hugged you tighter when you were all warm but your hands cold when he felt it sting against the back of his neck. he planted you on the cold sheets of the bed which you stretched like a cat to look up at him and he hisses at you not to get up so quickly when you held his face.

you smashed your lips on him which he didn't expect and he felt himself heating up to how straightforward you are, you missed him so much although it's been a day. you cursed at him for being an idiot for hurting himself all over and rested your forehead on his and he feebly says his apologies.

"but you're my idiot, c'mere" his ears red when you got off the bed to open up a medkit and he tells to stop and you were not having it and you grabbed his chin for him to look at you while he squirms a little when you also have to observe his face to look at his state.

you dragged to the shower and though he hates how troubled you were when he's hurt, he finds it endearing when you start bossing him around. he really needed someone to pull him out of his roughed up state with a little scolding.

also a bonus that he's also a simp for you so it's two good things in one to obey.

extra!!:

after the warm shower and the scrubs you did to each other, he felt relaxed while you threw yourself on the bed in sleepiness but you had to deal with some things first.

you straddled his lap while applying the bandaids on his face and he squints and looks closely at it, they were small [animal/s] dancing around on the bandaid and he left out a soft chuckle that made your heart leap.

"these [animal/s] are like you" you lift an eyebrow while pressing it down on his jaw and he explained on how you were the bigger person than anyone and 'ferocious' you were but he knew that you cared deeply about the people you love.

you lightly smacked on his cheek which made him yelp, if that wasn't the cheesiest bullshit he spewed then you didn't know anymore, kakucho has his face recognized as the respectable bonten 3 but he still had the heart of a boy holding his gifted new puppy.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo manji gang #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu headcanons #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers sanzu #kakucho x reader #tokyo revengers kakucho #kakucho fluff #kakucho x y/n #sanzu fluff #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #mikey hcs #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey imagines #mikey x y/n #bonten #bonten x reader

[swordgayist]

cultural appropriation in ATLA (hinduism edition)

i’m sure there’s already a ton of posts about this, but whatever, i’m still making one idc. 

ATLA’s cultural appropriation, everyone knows about it, the white people don’t speak about it, and the asian and indigenous people get ignored. we know the cycle. but i wanted to come here and highlight some of the most prominent examples of ATLA abusing hinduism, as i am kinda sorta hindu (i was raised in a hindu household, i go to chinmaya mission, that kinda shit). i might forget some things so keep that in mind.

this is gonna be divided into 3 main sections, since there are different ways that they disrespect hinduism that i don’t wanna lump together.

and i’d say i know a lot about hinduism but that doesn’t make me an expert, obviously, so if other hindus have anything to add and/or correct then please do !! and if anyone else wants to share how their cultures were appropriated then please do that as well !!

so let’s get started shall we?

appropriating hinduism

1) the avatar

we’ll start with the most obvious example: the avatar itself

i know that there are parts of the avatar mythos that are taken from other cultures as well but the idea of the avatar itself is primarily from hinduism.

basically in hinduism, the term dashavatara refers to the 10 reincarnations of lord vishnu (the god of preservation), with avatar(a) meaning form or incarnation in sanskrit, and das(a) meaning ten. it was said that whenever the world was out of balance, lord vishnu would come down to earth in a certain form to restore balance. Each reincarnation is considered a different life with a different story. the avatars of lord vishnu are often considered the saviors of the world.

so basically, the central idea of the show and the actual name of the show is largely based on hinduism.

2) chakras

many different indian religions have a concept of chakras (chakra meaning wheel or circle in sanskrit), but hinduism is the one that primarily preaches the system of seven chakras, the version used in ATLA.

chakras connect the physical body to the ‘subtle’ body (referring more to the spirit and the psyche) by connecting parts of the body to aspects of the mind. the idea is that through different forms of steady meditation you can manipulate the different chakras and allow the pure flow of energy through the body.

the whole idea of chakras on ATLA is that aang has to unblock them all to let the cosmic energy flow through him so that he can go into the avatar state at will. so yeah, pretty much that whole idea was taken from hinduism.

3) terminologies

these are just a few terms that were taken from hinduism. i’m pretty sure there are more that i can’t think of right now but yeah.

“agni” kai 

i’ll be honest i don’t know where the ‘kai’ part is from, i don’t think it’s from hinduism but if it is well fuck me i guess.  ‘agni’ in hinduism is the god of fire, so the creators used it in ‘agni kai’, the name for a firebending duel.

“bumi”

this is in reference to the hindu word for ‘earth’, which is bhoomi. this is also in reference to our goddess of earth, bhoomi devi. also this doesn’t really bother me but i wonder if the creators knew that bhoomi is a name typically used for women (as are most hindi names ending in ‘i’/‘ee’).

in general, concepts like having multiple complex gods (the spirits) who are capable of good and evil and the reincarnation cycle are prominent in a lot of asian cultures, including (and arguably primarily) hinduism.

mocking hinduism

now we get into the mockery of hinduism in ATLA, because it is very much there.

1) whoever the fuck that baboon guy in the spirit world was

now what the fuck was this.

i mean i wouldn’t say this is the most egregious example of them making fun of brown people but lord why did this even need to be there? this random guy from the spirit world has an indian accent ? and is fervently chanting ‘om’ for some reason, and it’s clearly meant to be seen as comical. also portraying brown people as monkeys....... really.

2) combustion man/sparky sparky boom man

when rewatching ATLA in 2019 i actually had no idea that this was a thing, because the last time i had watched it was as a kid and i didn’t finish it.

so lord was i in for a surprise when i saw...

now... now what.

if you didn’t know, combustion man’s ‘third eye’ is designed to replicate the hindu god of destruction, lord shiva. right down to the vibhuti on his forehead (referring to the three line markings around the third eye).

in hinduism, lord shiva’s third eye is used to reduce people to ashes, though as far as i can recall, not very frequently. the primary significance of the third eye is that it represents the ability of higher spiritual thought and higher consciousness.

the ATLA writers take the ACTUAL significance of the third eye, throw it out the window, and then take its destructive abilities to make a super duper cool and dangerous new firebending technique.

and if that wasn’t bad enough, the actual person who uses this technique, and is meant to emulate a GOD who is PRAISED, is a scary, burly, half metal man who is a villain and an assassin. not to mention the design of his facial hair replicates that super duper scary “terrorist” depiction of brown people, particularly of muslims, that white people are so thoroughly terrified of for no reason. 

this is a parody of a god, and they portrayed him as this terrifying, maniacal fucking assassin who, along with p’li, the combustion bender from LOK, is constantly referred to as a “third-eyed freak”. i’ve made this analogy before and i’ll do it again, this is like making jesus into a hitman.

now onto my favorite example...

3) guru pathik

ah, this motherfucker.

i don’t really have any problems with him as a character, i mean hell, must’ve taken a fuck ton of patience to handle aang’s “why would choose cosmic energy over katara” bullshit.

but we all know it, we see it plain as day, don’t even try to deny it.

“guru” literally just means teacher or guide, so i don’t really know why pathik needed to be referred to as “guru” so distinctively from aang’s other teachers and guides, but that’s just extremely trivial compared to all the other issues with this character.

first of all what is this character design? what is he even wearing? if they’re trying to replicate the clothes of swamis and priests and stuff this is already wrong, realized people don’t dress like this. and why the fuck does he have an indian accent? and why was this indian accent done by a non indian (brian george)?

once again, the poor but extremely heavy indian accent is clearly meant to be mocking, if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t’ve gone out of their way to get a non indian person to DO an indian accent, and instead they would’ve just gotten an actual indian person to play the role. 

and oh yeah, the onion and banana juice. because hindus just eat weird shit right.

whether it’s actually weird or not, the show certainly portrays it as weird. and as far as i know no hindu actually fucking drinks onion and banana juice.

ironic because brown people can absolutely destroy white people in cooking. but i digress.

i know what you’re all waiting for. because the guru apparently didn’t have enough fun with guru pathik, so they just had to come back to him in book 3:

where do i begin.

so this is obviously john o’bryan’s super funny and hilarious depiction of pathik as a hindu god.

usually when a god has multiple arms it’s to carry an array of things, from flowers to weapons to instruments, and one hand is typically free to bless devotees (ie. goddess durga and lord vishnu respectively):

but of course white people see this as weird and so they make fun of it, hence guru pathik having multiple arms just flailing about aimlessly (save for the two that are being used to carry the aforementioned onion and banana juice).

then there’s the whole light behind pathik’s head which is usually depicted in drawings of hindu gods to show that they are celestial.

also what the fuck is he holding? is that supposed to be a veena? because this is what a veena looks like:

and i assume the reason this was added was to mock the design of goddess saraswathi, who carries a veena:

but that right there in the picture of pathik looks more like a tambura than a veena. 

and it also just kinda looks like a banjo?

but i guess the animators just searched up “long indian instrument” and slapped it on there. actually no, that’s giving them too much credit, they probably didn’t search it up at all. 

and then the actual scene is pathik singing crazily about chakras tasting good or something while playing the non-veena and it’s all supposed to be some funky crazy hallucination that aang is having due to sleep deprivation. just some crazy dream, just as crazy as talking appa and momo sparring with swords or tree-ozai coming to life.

our gurus and swamis and sadhus and generally realized people are very respected in hinduism, they’re people we look up to and honor very much. and our GODS are beings that we literally worship. and the writers just take both and make caricatures out of them for other white people to laugh at.

4) other shit

before we move to the next portion i just wanna mention there are also smaller backhanded jabs that i can’t really remember now, but one example was when zuko was all “we’ll be sure to remember that, guru goody goody”. or when a character would meditate and say “om” only when the meditation is supposed to be portrayed as comical or pointless. or in bitter work when sokka was rambling on about karma. small things like that. but moving on.

south asian representation, or lack thereof

now i finally get to the “losing” hinduism part. by this i mean the lack of actual representation there is of south asians (the region where hinduism is primarily practiced) despite the fact that hinduism plays such a big role in the show’s world design.

i think it’s safe to say that broadly the main cast consists of aang, katara, sokka, zuko, toph, azula, iroh, mai, ty lee, and suki. 

a grand total of none of these characters are south asian. the writers don’t even attempt to add any south asian main characters. 

there are characters with dark skin, like haru and jet, but a) they’re not confirmed to be south asian and don’t have any south asian features or south asian names, b) they’re side characters, so they don’t count as representation, and c) even if they were south asian and main characters, jet wouldn’t even count because he’s portrayed as a terrorist.

the ONLY truly south asian character we get is fucking guru pathik. so yeah. not representation.

i don’t get how the creators of this show rip off of hinduism (among many other south asian cultures they rip off of), mock indians, and then don’t even have the decency to HAVE a main character who is south asian.

i’ve never gotten a chance to compile all this, and this definitely isn’t all the creators have done, but i hope this was somewhat informative.

#atla #cultural appropriation #hinduism #guru pathik #combustion man #chakras #avatar

[oakenlup]

hey! i l love your writing for LotR!! Could you do something with either Aragorn or Boromir where they stand up for the reader and defend them from someone? not necessarily from a physical attack but you could totally put something like that in if you want. It could be just from a random stranger who doesn’t like the reader for whatever reason, maybe a toxic/abusive family member, or maybe something else of your design. for example, when you encounter this individual(s), it’s really tense and they’re on the offensive and you’re nervous they’re gonna do something drastic. when all of a sudden a familiar, and clearly angry voice goes “what is the meaning of this?” UGH its very cliché but idc it’s sweet. the conflict doesn’t last long bc who in the right mind would intentionally piss of either of them. when the threat is dealt with, the instant you two are in the clear they just round on you like a worried mother hen “oh my goodness are you alright?? i swear the audacity of some…” and they just spend time making sure you’re ok while trying to keep their own negative emotions in check. i just love these two. super fluffy pls!!

BOROMIR X READER: standing up for you

Denethor. The lowest of the low - only favouring the best of the best, no second places allowed. Denethor didn’t like anyone that wasn’t his first born - he even had a grudge on Faramir for goodness sake.

You were taking a stroll around the city of Gondor, nothing special, just passing time until Boromir was back from sparring with his brother. You and Boromir weren’t anything unfortunately. You would flirt, he’d flirt, but recently...he’s been different, a good different.

About to exit the gates to go to a nearby meadow, you’re met face to face with Denethor passing the corner unexpectedly.

“Oh! H-hello”

He stops you off short with a glare. A small sigh leaves his lips after. “Stop seeing my son, I forbid it”

Your heart stops.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me, it’s forbidden, your peasant hands are distracting him from war” he tuts, eyeing you up and down. “I don’t know what he sees in you” Denethor adds under his breath, which makes you squint in an offended manner. You’re about to retaliate until you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, tensing slightly.

“What is the meaning of all this?” An agitated voice says.

Boromir.

“Son! I was just, having a chat with uh...them, that’s all” Denethor fakes a smile, which you give a glare in response. “Well “them” has a name” Boromir adds through his gritted teeth, the hand on your shoulder getting tighter. “Go Father, we have much to discuss, but right now I’m a little...busy” Boromir adds, giving you a quick, but sweet smile, which you gladly give back.

With a tut, Denethor makes his way back into the gates, the guards shutting them at his request.

With a small exhale, Boromir is putting your two hands into his. “Goodness, are you alright my sweet? I’m so sorry he acted so disorderly, it’s very rude of him to be like that” Boromir gritted, looking back at the gates as if he was still there. “Boromir listen, it’s alright, thank you for standing up for me” you giggle, dropping his hands as he looks back. “It’s my duty to protect you” Boromir said proudly, putting his hands around his back to look more intimidating, which makes you both laugh. “How was sparring?” You ask, linking your arm with the one he’s now let go as you both make your way down to the meadow. “Boring without you, you know, you should come sometime!

“How so?”

“So you can learn to give my father a right beating!”

You both burst into laughter before you reach a lovely cherry tree.

“May I ask you something?” Boromir states, dying down his laughter and getting a little more serious. “Yes, of course...what’s wrong?” You cock your head to the side to see him hiding back a smile. “Can I, can I court you?”

Before the silence got too much, Boromir spoke up again. “I mean, I really do love you, and if we are together there is no way my father can harm you, he has no authority over me” Boromir said with a slight tange in his voice.

You don’t have to say anything to that, all you do is put two strands of his chocolate locks behind his ears, and bring yourself up for a quick kiss on his lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart”

#boromir x reader #boromir x you #boromir fluff #lord of the rings x reader

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Damian Wayne NSFW HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: Damian NSFW

Word Count :: 484

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT 

A/N :: -

Idc what anyone says, when you and Damian start being intimate, he’s a soft dom. 

Damian is 100% about making sure you’re comfortable with whatever you two are doing and he tries his hardest to be gentle with you.

Each time, when you guys did it, he’d always hold you close to him or have some sort of grip on your body.

Damian loves touching you, feeling every curve of your body and how you tense under his fingers.

He was trained by The League of Assassins and Batman. He has self-discipline and can restrain himself. You can’t.

One night, after patrol ended early, Damian decided to pop by your apartment and give you a surprise visit. He was the one surprised.

You were on your back on your bed, moaning his name while you finger fucked yourself rapidly.

“Fuck… Damian!” You breathed out, eyes closed back arching with your fingers pumping.

He stood there shocked at first, but quickly found himself turned on at the sight.

You opened your eyes after you made yourself cum, mortified seeing Damian standing in your doorway.

After that moment, Damian stopped being a soft dom.

His soft pace was now rough. His gentle hold was a burning grip that always left a mark.

Damian loves the noises that come out of your mouth because only he can get you to make them.

He doesn’t particularly have a favorite position, he mainly just likes to be on top or towering over you.

You tried to take the lead one night by straddling his hips and pushing him down. It didn’t work. He held your hands behind your back while he thrusted into you from below.

Damian isn’t a fan of quickies and prefers you two to have your privacy when you fuck.

He still has his soft moments when he only wants to make you feel good.

There have been several times at night when you think he’s merely waking you up to give you a small kiss goodnight, then he starts fingering you.

“Damian, please,” You moaned right before burying your face into your pillow.

He has two of his fingers deep in your cunt, moving them in and out at a slow pace. “Yes, beloved?”

You look at him with half-lidded eyes and a flushed face. “Please put it in me already.”

You move your hand to start stroking his hard length through his pants.

More than happy, he obliges.

It’s a slower pace than when he normally fucks you, but these moments are for him to enjoy all the sweet noises you make.

Damian, if given the option, always chooses to cum in you.

Things he does that turn you on :: Spar, threaten others, when he picks you up without warning, when he kisses your neck

Things you do that turn him on :: Beg, act coy, kiss him suddenly, brush your hands through his hair

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne smut #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne headcanons #older!damian wayne x reader #adult!damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian al ghul smut #damian wayne fanfic #damian wayne fanfiction

[sasukesun]

your sns headcanons? as long as possible :D

oh god i don’t think i’m good at this... well i agree with everything in this post so i’m not gonna repeat what op said. i also sometimes think of something they would do and tag it as headcanon, so you can see there too (tho some of them are jokes k).

besides that i’d say

just one of them before getting together: kurama teasing the hell out of naruto in front of sasuke lol “stop staring kid” or “couldn’t you be any more obvious?” or “hey kid remember when you broadcasted your feelings for him to a whole shinobi army?” or whatever

naruto is a flirt... like he just says flirty puns to sasuke at random moments and sasuke doesn’t know how to handle lol he says “you’re a dobe” but his cheeks are pink. naruto knows sasuke gets embarrassed but secretly likes it

but naruto also says “god you’re so beautiful” to sasuke but not in a flirty funny way, in a serious way, in adoration. wether they are making out and naruto stops to say that and admire him or he’s just staring at sasuke doing something like reading, anything

sasuke’s favourite thing about naruto are his eyes and smile. he finds naruto attractive as well but he’s not vocal about it as his boyfriend is though he can say it something here and there in very private moments too

naruto is a total cuddler we know it, but even when he’s not in his octopus mode, i think they always end up touching each other while sleeping... intertwined legs, our touching hands, or their faces are always really close, i’ve said it before, i think they gravitate towards each other

sasuke at the beginning saying he doesn’t like cuddling but automatically getting closer to naruto when he lies down on the bed? hell yes. naruto comments about it and sasuke just says “sleep, usuratonkachi”

then he just accepts he’s embarrassing and enjoys cuddling with naruto

naruto is vocal in bed, we know how much this man talks lol. sasuke finds it sexy

naruto tenderly kissing sasuke’s left shoulder or stump? it happens i can tell

they read each other very well but sasuke especially, he notices the little details and memorises them

also sasuke activating his sharingan in random mundane moments with naruto? this is canon idc

sasuke gets calmer when he feels naruto’s chakra

sasuke finds naruto’s pouty face cute. naruto usually pouts when he wants something and he whines “sasukeeee” and sasuke has to pretend he doesn’t find it cute

naruto lovessss to make sasuke laugh by being an idiot

also “you’re an idiot” “but i am your idiot” or “you’re an idiot” “shut up you love it”

sasuke thinking of how soft naruto’s skin is (because of kurama) when he’s petting him™

naruto taking care of sasuke’s mild injuries if he gets any after they spar

if they are in a public place like a restaurant i can see naruto putting his hand on sasuke’s leg under the table or discreetly touching hands also under the table... just soft and discreet touches that no one else notices

sasuke having a good relationship with his father in law iruka? yes sir

i don’t know if iruka would be the first one to know about their relationship but he would be the first person they (and by they i mean naruto) would tell about it

like kakashi just knows and taka would see naruto hanging out with sasuke and and notice how much lighter sasuke looks and even a little bit smiley and how fondly he looks and talks to naruto and just assume

one thing that is canon is that they are very honest with each other so this would totally apply to talking about their feelings and relationship and their own issues

idk if i have more anon udhhshd this is so hard i had to think about it a lot, but here it is

#sorry it took me so long to reply anon i like to take my time and properly think about these things so #i hope you enjoy it #narusasu #sns #sasunaru #naruto #sasuke #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #naruto textpost #headcanon #bella.txt #ask #anonymous #naruto asks

[lucenties]

Oooh I see your fav is Joseph and I've been so soft for him lately so I'd like to drop a request! Fic or headcanons, idc, whatever comes to ya! And female or neutral reader, if that matters? Reader has been subject to wearing the training mask, just like Joseph, but is handling it horribly. And Joseph finds them hiding somewhere to stress cry, because they don't want anyone to think they're weak? 🥺 (but now they're double embarrassed cuz their crush caught them crying?)

— training woes

such a cute concept I love it!

battle tendency!joseph x gn!reader

⤷ fluff, slight angst (lack of self confidence)

⤷ 1.2k words

You always knew becoming a hamon master would mean you would have to endure hellish training. Every day you took blow after blow that was thrown at you, putting every single bit of your skill on the table so that Lisa Lisa could finally see that you were ready to go out and battle on your own. It was painful, yet the years worth of bruises and sore muscles were nothing compared to the tightening growing in your chest when Caesar emerged from the oil-slick hellhole, shortly followed by Joseph.

It just wasn’t fair.

You always expected Caesar to finish his trial long before you; he was already growing proficient in his Hamon training upon your arrival on Air Supplena Island. Although you’ve always worked your butt off, it was thanks to his support that Lisa Lisa even considered giving you the training mask. He never turned down your request to be a sparring partner, even if he went easy on you most of the time, and despite his own training, he always gave you pointers on how to improve.

Joseph, however, was a prodigy. In the short time that he spent on the island, he managed to conquer the very pillar that took the lives of many previous hamon users. He never seemed to let anything get him down; even when things didn’t go his way and his sharp tongue got the best of him, his wit and skill managed to get him out of any situation. Conquering the Hell Climb Pillar was only his most recent accomplishment. This was only the beginning. His skill was impressive and he was so cool in your eyes; he was everything you only dreamed of being. 

He confused you. On one side, you couldn’t help but feel intimidated and slightly jealous of his abilities and his knack for quick learning. On the other hand, that same skill and resiliency is what led you to look up to him and strive to become better. Although Caesar was your go-to for help with training, with Loggins and Messina assisting here and there, you couldn't bring yourself to ask Joseph for help. Feeling too weak in comparison, shame always seemed to overcome you and pulled you away from even asking for his help. You not only looked up to him, Joseph had you head over heels and wrapped around his finger without even realizing it. However, the attraction you felt towards him and the fear of disappointing him were too great to allow yourself to get too close to him.

"You have to move faster if you want to gain the upper hand against the Pillar Men, [Y/N]." Despite Lisa Lisa's corrections, the balls of hamon launched your way were only narrowly being avoided, if not crashed into you entirely. 

Stamina training was harsh, especially with the mask latched on your face restricting your air flow. You managed to redirect some of the energy away from yourself in an effort to catch your breath, yet the orbs kept coming, each leaving aches in your body that were sure to be felt tomorrow. 

"You have to push yourself!" your mentor shouted, taking note of the slight improvement in your form. The stinging, wet feeling in your eyes only grew stronger the more her corrections were thrown at you. Despite the pain, you did your best to step out of the way and focused what little energy you had left on dodging the attacks.

"You're doing pretty great, [Y/N]!"

Just like that, the single thread of motivation you were hanging on ripped. Joseph's voice was meant to be encouraging, but the thought of your crush seeing you in such a weak state, not being able to overcome such a simple task, hindered your concentration. A last concentrated bit of hamon rammed against your leg, knocking you over. With a sigh and sympathy in her eyes, Lisa Lisa reached out a hand to help you stand up.

Without even waiting for her dismissal and with a quick mutter of gratitude, you scurried off towards the center of the island and turned the nearest corner. Making sure you were alone, you slid down the wall, the tears finally spilling as you wallow in despair.

You were never going to reach the end of your training. What felt like an eternity spent learning how to channel hamon, practicing how to wield it, and surpassing the stamina techniques was beginning to seem like a waste. It was a waste of Lisa Lisa's time and it was a waste of potential on your part. Now that a new trainee had arrived, far better in every aspect, you began to feel as though there was no point in continuing your trials. Between your blubbering cries muffled in between your legs and the ringing in your ears from exhaustion, you failed to notice the figure closing in on you. 

"There you are. Lisa Lisa was concerned when you ran off like— hey, why are you crying?" Again, Joseph's voice only acted as a trigger for your panic. Your head shot up in surprise and mild disbelief. Every single attempt on your part to avoid him seeing you in such a weak state proved to be not enough. It was almost certain his opinion of you shattered in the instant he looked into your sore, bloodshot eyes.

And yet, he slid down on the wall beside you and laid a hand on your shoulder. 

"You did pretty good back there," he looked away, still keeping his hold on you. It was firm but not tight, a silent assurance. "The way you held yourself against Lisa Lisa was pretty impressive."

"Yeah right." A mix between a scoff and a squeak leaves your throat. Rolling your eyes, you feel the heat in your cheeks rising at the thought of being pitied. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"I'm serious!" This time, Joseph opts for placing your hands in between his and lifting them up towards him. "Even though you weren't able to avoid her attacks, you took each hit like a champ, and there were a lot of hits," he teases. "Lisa Lisa wasn't holding back, either. I saw fire in your eyes that shook me to my core."

At his praise, you finally look up to meet his gaze and you feel a twinkle in your eyes. The heat on your cheeks doubles, and this time it is because you realize this is the closest you've ever been to him. Joseph lets a hand go to reach it up to his head, scratching at it awkwardly. "Don't stare at me like that, it's kinda weird…" he chuckles jokingly.

Wiping away the tears from your face, the tightness in your chest subsides. Joseph stands up and extends an arm to help you up. Without a second thought, you engulf him in a hug that holds all the things you wish you could tell him. His chest rumbles with a hearty laugh and you feel his arms tightly wrap around your smaller frame, offering a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

"Thank you." It's muffled in his shirt. You find comfort in his smell, sharp and sweet but not overwhelming.

For now, it'll have to do.

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba x oc #jjba reader insert #jjba part 2 #battle tendency #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #gender neutral reader #jjba imagine #fluff #angst

[noayuusukki]

Conniving Little Brat

Never noticed how my “theme” changed, but idc it’s simple~ Also- I’ve never TRULY expressed my love for Fire Force and Shinmon Benimura. But...

I FUCKING LOVE THEM!!

Anyway, enjoy this~

Also, you are 20 in this cause Beni is 22

[Shinmon Benimura]

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You had join the 8th after Vulcan had joined and after they went into the Nether, having nothing else to do in your family’s business and being bored of everyday life- you decided to become a fire solider. Only you never expected to have found a family among the chaotic bunch, nor the wild and dangerous adventures they seem to face each week.

This week however, was a lot quieter. 

Arthur and Shinra had gone to Asakusa for more training with Company 7. Obi would have sent you, but seeing as you were transferred from Company 4 and had a bit more experience- he didn’t see it was necessary.

It was a simple Friday, and you didn’t have any chores to do that day. So instead you were with Vulcan in the garage area, either helping him with a new gadget or somewhat annoying him.

“Vulcan, do you think theres a way to have leave my fire power on the floor like a timer?” Vulcan stopped his banging and looked at you before taking his animal skull off.

“I don’t know-”

“I don’t see why not,” Viktor said while coming out of his makeshift office.

“You look like you haven’t slept in a month.”

“It feels like I haven’t, Y/N.” Viktor said while showing you his empty coffee mug that you had given him when you first joined. Leaving Vulcan to his now racing thoughts about a new invention, you followed Viktor to the kitchen so he could refuel.

“What did you mean back there?” Viktor looked at you as he took a sip of coffee, letting it process before responding.

“It depends on how you want to accomplish that,” another sip. “You have second and third abilities, so if you wanted you could leave a wall of fire and try to control it from a few feet away.” Another sip,” but if you want it to be timed, that could be impossible if you aren’t nearby to control whatever flame sparks.” He took another sip fo his coffee, and you were just about ready to throw your own gift away. 

Running your hand through your hair, you sigh.

“I think I have an idea, but that would also require some training for me as well.” And with that you set off back to Vulcan with your idea in tow.

A few hours later, Obi called you into his office with Hinawa by your side.

“Yes, Captain?”

“I want you to go with Hinawa to go get Shinra and Arthur.” You sighed, and I was just getting used to the silence.

“Okay, sir.” And with that you were off with Hinawa to Asakusa.

In Asakusa as Shinra and Arthur were getting their asses beat by Benimura, Konro was sitting over on porch with the twins eating some watermelon they had gotten from a grateful merchant.

“I think it’s time for a little break,” Konro said, is hand folded over in this sleeves as he got up and went towards where Shinra was now laying. He nodded as she sat up, watching Arthur face plant in the sand after being thrown into a near by fence.

“You’re getting better, faster.” Benimura said while walking over to where Shinra was.

“Thanks!” Shinra instantly perked up before jumping out of the way once he felt a trail of fire coming towards him, only going out when it was a few inches away from where he was previously sitting. When Shinra followed the burnt path, he found his crewmate Y/N standing in a material arts pose. Her right arm pointing towards the path and her left pointed up, her thumb, index, and middle together while the other two were against her palm.

“Y/N!” Shinra ran over to you, even if you’ve lived together for the past few months- he still couldn’t help the excitement he got to see his friends... well not Arthur.

“Hi, Shinra.” You moved from you position into your normal standing position. Putting you hand on your hips you smiled up at the 17 year old before beckoning him down a bit so you could ruffle his hair.

“Oh, hi Konro!” You waved as soon as you notice the 6′2 man standing by his captain. “And you must be Shinmon Benimura.” You smiled after making your way over to him. Benimura continued to stare at the girl with a blank expression, but this didn’t fault her from starting a conversation with Konro. A million questions filled his head as he wondered, who the hell were you?

“Who are you?” He asked interrupting your conversation and getting in your face. You lean back a bit before you have to step back entirely.

“I’m Y/N,” You bring your feet together and salute, but you quickly stuck your tongue out. “I transferred to the 8th a few months ago from the 4th.” You said, your face falling into a smile as you relaxed bring your arm down and swinging it to your other hand to clasp your wrist.

“What generation are you?”

“Second and third,” you smiled as you rocked back and forth. Benimura raised a brow at you. There weren’t many like the both of you, sure they were becoming more common- these hybrids- but in your generation it wasn’t as common.

“Let’s spar.” You stopped, looking up at him.

“Why?”

“Do it, Y/N!” Shinra says, you could tell he was going to continue but you quickly slapped him, causing him to fall down again.

“I’m not gonna fight-”

“Why are you scared?” You stop, turning your head back around to face Benimura. You raise a brow, scoffing before taking off the top of your orange jumpsuit and tying it around your waist.

“Lieutenant Hinawa, take Shinra and Arthur over to the porch.” You say pushing your hair out of your face, and getting into a fighting stance.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Y/N fight.”

“You’ve seen her fight?” Konro asks, sitting down next to Shinra after placing Arthur down on the porch. Shinra nodded, rubbing his head.

“Back when Arthur and I were in the academy, she was one of our trainers. She would always fight us and help us when we would fight. She was well respected.”

“How is she with the Haijima?” Konro asked, watching the two start to circle each other.

“Besides her being a fire solider, she’s actually similar to you guys.” Konro raised a brow at the boy but before he could ask what he meant, he saw a whip of fire shoot across the yard. Benimura flying back to avoid it. After dodging, he quickly moved closer to her, but she moved away from him as he tried to snuff out your whips.

He stands still, his legs apart and his hand to his chest with his two finger together. You studied him, wondering what he was doing as you let your whips spread over to his side.

“Is that all you got?” He asked, still having attacked himself. You smirk, letting your whips fall.

“I haven’t even started,” his face remained the same, but his mind was wondering what you meant. But before he could ask, a wall of flames surrounded him, obscuring his vision of you. He quickly snuffed the fire, but didn’t see you in front of him- nor did he sense you anywhere on the ground. He quickly looked up to see you somehow floating in the air.

Smiling and waving, you start to fall back to earth with flames surrounding you. Without thinking Benimura starts running to where you were falling. Seeing him there you quickly snuff your flames and fall on top of him.

Once the dust settled, the others could see Benimura on the ground and you on top of him.

“Uh... Get off you damn brat.”

“How am I the brat?! You’re the one who challenged me to a fight?!” The two started to argue as they got up without dusting off. Konro only smiled and got up.

“What brings you here anyway, Y/N?” You stop arguing and turn to Konro with a smile.

“Lieutenant Hinawa and I were here to pick Shinra and Arthur up at the command of our Captain-” You stop as you realize how much dust is on you. “Great, now I’ll have to shower when I get back to the company.” You huff as you turn away from him.

“It’s just some dust you brat, it’s nothing serious.”

“That’s not the point you man child, I already showered today- I don’t want to take another.” They two start to argue again, but Konro and Hinawa quickly stopped them. Konro dragging Benimura away to get cleaned up before dinner, and Hinawa to stop his underlings from beating another captain.

Before Konro could fully walk into the guard house, he turned back to the four. “If you would like, you’re welcome to stay for dinner.” Hinawa accepted before letting the girl go and sitting down on the porch.

“Uh, I can’t believe you accepted his invitation.” You huffed as you sat down on the porch, and at the same time- on the other side. Benimura was complaining to Konro.

“I can’t believe you invited them to dinner- especially that brat.” Konro smiled, knowing more about Benimura’s own feelings better than he did, even if he didn’t know them yet. 

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