How the Slashers Would Treat Your Stuffed Animals
literally pissing and crying writing this right neow.
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Michael
Stabs them repeatedly when youre not home until theyre nothing but a shredded mess like an untrained dog and when you confront him he denies it like you've accused him of murder.
Wait-
Jason
Kisses each one on the forehead goodnight like he's going to be deployed in the morning. Comes home the next day with glass display cases for you to put your favorites/ most valuable in. Even buys them personalized stickers and trinkets to but in and on their box like he's assigned them their own personalities.
Freddy
Punches each and every one of them in the face as hard as he can like they all own him a grand each right in front of you, laughing until he violently shit himself while you scream at him to leave them alone.
Bubba
Gives each one their own day to help/follow him around the farm (carrying them around in one arm or aggressively stuffing them down his pants when he needs to use both hands) while actively getting them dirty with blood, dirt, and shit or tearing them in the process of being so unintentionally violent.
Thomas
Gives them dirty looks when they touch his stuff but actively grows very fond of them and shares all of the family drama and tea with them when they are alone. The dirty looks shift to you when you walk in on a heated tea spill session.
Brahms
Steals them from you.
Humps them.
Cries and denies taking them if you find them before he's able to "sneakily" put them back where he got them.
Billy
Refuses to acknowledge them and absolutely refuses to touch them, but buys you more and more whenever he's out by himself. When you leave the room he apologizes for ignoring them all day and adds the new friend to your collection. Has to turn them away when the two of you do the dirty.
Stu
Gives them all government first, middle, and last names and doesn't forget them either. Also constantly buy you new ones whenever he sees them and issues them names, social security numbers, and jobs before he even gives them to you. Makes them beef with each other.
Norman
Dresses up and has tea parties with them. When your not home. Writes and prints hand made name tags, name plates, bibs, and beautifully crafted invitations with their own messages for all of them. Spends hours making real treats for said parties.
Hannibal
Quietly passive aggressively threatens each of them that if hey even think about getting closer to you that he'll destuff them and use their skin as pillow covers, and will do so in front of the others. Insists that he loves them when you ask, shooting them dirty looks after you've turned around.
Bo
Crop-dusts them if you keep them waist level and will even grab them and purposely rip the fattest, wettest, most gut wrenching, stomach rumbling, room clearing, radioactive, leg lifting fart you've ever heard right in their face and throw it at you, flipping you off as he walks away.
Vincent
Makes them all their own little wax sculpture the same color as their fur and keeps them on a shelf above where you keep yours. Still doesn't have the heart to tell you that he stole one from you once to sculpt and accidentally dropped it in a vat of wax and had to dump the whole basin because it was ruined. Claims you must have just misplaced it.
Lester
Makes you homemade, roadkill fur stuffed abominations that smell like the wettest of shit and will set them right next to yours on your bed/shelf. Can never remember the names of your stuffed ones and called them something not even close to what they are, thinking he's 100% right. Pets them unconsciously if he's standing next to them and just mindlessly talking.
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᯽ mr. loverman • chuuya nakahara
synopsis • you have a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day and to top it off you can’t even go to the one person you’d want to since he’s out of town. or, at least, you thought so.
warnings • intentional lower case, reader has a nightmare of a roommate, cursing, the use of the pet names doll/baby, chuuya being the gossip he is, fem!reader, nsfw, oral (m -> f), nipple/breast play, some nasty shit is said, masturbation (m), fingering, teasing, slight overstim, idk this is some depraved shit honestly
wc • 4k
a/n • i started this when i was having the worst day ever and just wanted boyfriend chuuya :( i cannot be blamed for the smut idk who wrote that but it wasn’t me
you want to scream — to be more accurate you want to off someone, yourself or someone else, either would suffice. unfortunately you stick to screaming, it would cause you less issues. you lift one of the many pillows on your bed and promptly screech your throat raw into the expensive pillow. your head feels as though it’s going to explode just thinking about how your day has gone.
you thought february 29th was supposed to be a lucky day? an extra day in a leap year meant luck, didn’t it? well in your case it didn’t feel very lucky. not at all, actually. in fact you were sure today was a curse. you woke up late, so, your day was off to a bad start from the beginning. your roommate forgot to pay the electricity bill, again, so you had to take a cold shower and couldn’t even make coffee. you stopped at your favorite coffee shop and not only did they get your order wrong but someone bumped into you on your rush to the train station. there was coffee everywhere. every. where.
thanks to the coffee spill you missed your morning train. which normally wouldn’t be a huge deal, except for the fact that you had an early staff meeting. you try to text your coworker that you were running behind but because your roommate forgot to put the payment in for electricity, your phone didn’t charge and died. you don’t even get your message out. you wanted to cry. luckily the train was early and you made it to work just in time.
you thought maybe you had seen the worst of it. your karma surely couldn’t be that bad, right?
wrong.
you work as a nurse in cardiology. you had not one, not two, but three people code on you. it always came in threes. three emergency services calls. three rounds of performing cpr. three separate incident reports to type out. you were exhausted by the end of the day.
you almost cried again when your favorite coworker offers you a ride home. he was a saint in disguise and you told him so. a literal gift from heaven. you promise him a homemade lunch in return and he waves you off as you climb out of the car. when you get to your apartment you’re pleasantly surprised to see your roommate cleaning. a rare occasion.
the electricity is back on too so you take the opportunity to enjoy a relaxing bath and some wine. you thought, once again, maybe the worst was over.
wrong. again.
when you got out of the bathroom you thought you vaguely heard chatter but chalked it up to a show your roommate was probably watching. you change into a t-shirt, skipping a bra because it’s just you and your roommate at home, and a pair of sleeping shorts that barely cover anything. when you walk out with your headphones on you’re stunned to see 3 strangers in your home.
your roommate looks at you like you’re the crazy one. like she isn’t the one that didn’t warn you about the company. you double check then triple check your phone. nope, not a single text for warning. you awkwardly wave and consider digging a hole and living in it when she introduces one of the strangers as her new boyfriend. in that moment you want to perish, cease from existing altogether.
you don’t even get a chance to grab your food before you’re making a half assed excuse to step away and run back to your room.
you’re now laying on your bed, letting tears of frustration stream down your face. you can’t even call the one person who would make it all better. your boyfriend was away for a business trip. you didn’t want to accidentally interrupt something important. you knew he would drop everything
your boyfriend also has this freaky 6th sense, like he can always tell when you’re thinking of him. so, you’re not surprised when your phone begins to ring and you’re met with his contact photo. you let out a sigh and pick up.
“chuuya…” you breathe out. you sound terrible, you know you do, but you can’t bring yourself to even care to mask it.
you can hear vague rustling in the background before chuuya is speaking. “you don’t sound okay. what’s wrong?”
you start crying again. how does he do that? he always seems to know when you need him most. right now was definitely one of those times. you wish he could actually be there. you missed his warm and safe embrace.
“i’m not. i had a really shitty day and i feel so ridiculous about how much it’s getting to me…” you let out a humorless laugh at how pathetic you feel saying that out loud. you’re throwing a fit over a bad day. who does that?
and all you wanted was for chuuya to be here. but you couldn’t tell him that, if you did he would dismiss everything and come running. then you would feel bad about coming between him and his work. you let out a frustrated sigh.
you can practically hear the frown on chuuya’s face when he speaks. “you wanna tell me ‘bout it? i’ll listen. or is there something else i can do to make you feel better?”
you don’t deserve him. you think to yourself.
moments like this make you really think about how chuuya deserves way more than what you can give him. you go days at a time without talking to him because of school and work. you lock yourself in your room and ignore the world outside just to keep up with your school work. you know it’s unfair to chuuya even if you always do give him a warning. he is always incredibly understanding over it that you almost cry out of guilt. he even brings you meals and hydration packs to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.
things like this remind you just how selfish you can be when it comes to him. all you want is him. but are you allowed to even feel like that when he’s away for work — a good reason by the way, much better than your own. he never complains when you need space so why would you? to you the answer is simple, you won’t complain.
of course, chuuya sees it differently. he knows that if you didn’t have to cut everyone off to focus on your work you wouldn’t. but your mind doesn’t work like that and he gets it. does he miss you when you have to take a break from reality? absolutely, but he doesn’t complain because he already knows how bad you feel about it.
so instead of saying ‘yes, i need you’ like you want to you let out another sigh. “how much work do you have left today?”
”funny you ask me that, doll. i finished everything early today.” chuuya chuckles when he can practically see the way you perk up.
you still hesitate when you ask, “does that mean you're coming back to yokohama early?”
the port mafia executive smiles widely at just how adorable he finds you. the way you still get so shy to ask him things that should be a given. chuuya adores you and couldn’t imagine spending his now free time with anyone other than you. so, of course he took the opportunity to get back as soon as possible. apparently his timing was impeccable because from the sound of it, you could use a break.
chuuya was already on his way to your apartment. it was supposed to be a surprise, but he figures since he’s already almost there…
“why don’t you pack a bag and come down to find out for yourself, hm?” he lets out another chuckle when your excited squeal finds it’s way onto his side of the phone.
you quickly grab your small duffle and stuff some essentials into it. you have a drawer at chuuyas jam packed with clothing already and a whole second set of your favorite hygiene products so you only need to grab a few things. you pack your laptop and a couple articles of your comfier clothing. you change quickly, stuffing your legs into some jeans and actually putting on a bra underneath your t-shirt.
you grab your phone where chuuya is still on the line. “okay, all packed. should i come down now?”
“yeah, your surprise should be there any minute.” chuuya pulls up to the front of your building as he says those words and can’t help the pleased smile on his face.
you chuckle and shake your head. “my surprise, huh wonder what it could-“ you’re cut off when your roommate calls out your name questioningly in your rush to get out of the door. your eye twitches when you’re reminded of the randoms in your apartment but put on a smile anyways. “it was so nice meeting you guys, sorry i can’t stay but my boyfriend came back into town early so i’m gonna go see him. bye.”
you don’t miss the way your roommate perks up at the mention of chuuya. “oh? chuuya is here? you should invite him up. i would love to see him.
“i’m sure you would. he’s tired though. maybe some other time.” you grit your teeth and smile sweetly. you don’t wait for a response as you practically run out the door and lock it behind you.
you huff and then remember chuuya is on the other side of the phone still, you grimace realizing he heard the whole thing. “sorry…”
“didn’t know i was so tired.” chuuya laughs as you let out a groan.
you catch the elevator before the doors close from someone just getting out and stab at the button to the ground floor. “i’m tired of their shit, therefore, you’re tired too. plus did you really wanna sit through another awkward meal where my roommate dotes on you. god and her new boyfriend was there. can you imagine how uncomfortable that would be? gross. i don’t wanna think about it anymore.”
“someone’s actually insane enough to agree to date her? condolences to whoever that guy is.” chuuya’s voice drips with genuine surprise.
you let out a giggle at how scandalized your boyfriend sounds. “you’re telling me she doesn’t pique your interest, sunshine?”
he chuckles and you can practically hear the eye roll from his end of the line. “nah, my girl is the only one for me.”
you’re walking out of the elevator when you stop in your tracks for a moment. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with him, when chuuya calls you his girl it makes you melt. your brain malfunctions a little and it makes you really think about how you truly are all his.
without hesitation you breathe out an “i love you.” before moving forward to the entrance of your building.
“i love you.” it’s instantaneous, his answer.
chuuya never has to think twice about telling you how much he adores you. he is immutably in love with you. there was no doubt in his mind and, even though it took some time for you to believe so, there was no longer a single doubt in your mind either. chuuya had made certain that you would never question it.
you make it to the entrance. the moment you open the door you’re welcomed with the sight of chuuya leaning against his car. his phone is still up to his ear as his grin widens upon seeing you.
you drop your hand and phone from your ear and hang up before rushing over to the ginger. you drop your duffle bag near the car before jumping into the executive's arms. he was anticipating the impact and caught you with ease.
the bicolor eyed man holds you tightly and you bury your face in his neck. his soft hair tickles your face but you couldn’t care less. you take in a deep breath and his scent envelopes you and all the tension your body had been previously holding completely dissipates.
your voice is muffled when you say, “i missed you, so much.”
“i missed you too.”
you both stand there in each other’s arms for a few more seconds before chuuya sets you down. he grabs your bag from the ground and opens the passenger door for you. you thank him and climb in. your boyfriend wastes no time placing your bag on the backseat and slipping into the drivers side.
the ginger takes you to your favorite take out restaurant and you order all of your favorites. when you get back to his penthouse you set up his couch into a lounge bed and get ready to watch one of your favorite movies. while you’re doing that, chuuya is pouring you both a glass of wine.
you’re happily munching on your food and sipping on your wine when chuuya hits you with. “you should move in.”
your head snaps back to look up at him, your brow is furrowed and you give him a confused look. “we haven’t talked about it before. are you being serious right now?”
“completely.” he doesn’t even look at you, his tone so nonchalant and you’re just gaping at him.
you set your drink and food aside and shift off of chuuya. he’s about to complain until you sit yourself on his lap straddling his waist and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you pluck the remote from his hand and turn over your shoulder to pause the movie. you wanted to make sure you had his undivided attention (you always did).
you study him for a moment before responding. “are you sure?”
“yes. i have 2 extra rooms that aren’t being used. we don’t have to share a bedroom yet and you would still have a separate office space. c’mon, doll, let me get you out of that nightmare of an apartment.” chuuya reaches up and tucks a stray hair behind your ear.
he did that on purpose. you know he did. the way he caresses your face with his always surprisingly soft fingers is unfair. he knows how distracting it is to you.
you try to process what he says but it takes you quite a bit longer than it should have but it doesn’t take you long to make your decision. “…okay.” it comes out whispered.
“okay?” chuuya asks you incredulously like he was actually expecting you to reject his offer.
you nod your head with a blush creeping up your face. “yes, okay. i’ll move in with you.
chuuya can’t help himself and presses his hands across your back to bring you into him. his lips crash into yours and you share a moment of pure bliss. his lips meld perfectly with yours. he tastes of peppermint and grapes. the taste increases as his tongue slips past your lips and tangles with your own. you let out a short gasp at the sudden intrusion but melt into him anyways.
you both stay like that for a few minutes. your hips begin to stutter on their own. your breaths and gasps and quiet moans fill the atmosphere. chuuya’s hands have found their way under your shirt and he’s already playing with the band of your bra. his fingers expertly undo the clasps and hands glide across your now naked back.
your lungs scream at you. you want more of him but you have to oblige your body’s need for air. you part from his lips and rest your forehead on his own, breath mixing together as you both pant for air.
chuuya only gives you a moment, hips still moving into his when he grabs at your hair and gently pulls your head back so he can trail kisses down your neck. it takes all of his self control to not bite your soft skin. per your request, he’s always careful not to leave marks on areas that would be visible in your scrubs. this is the one instance where his need to please you outweighs his need to be possessive.
if chuuya had it his way, he would make everyone aware of just how much you are his. for your sake, though, he reigns in that side of himself. he supposes he’ll just have to show the world you’re his in different ways. like in the form of a key, and in the form of a ring he has stashed away in the far corners of his closet, and maybe even some day in the form of his child.
chuuya’s brought back to reality by the sound of your voice. he hadn’t even realized that your positions had switched. you were panting underneath him, face flushed, and — fuck — you look so gorgeous like this. you were always beautiful. but having you like this, something only he got to see always made something primal in him stir.
you huff and grab ahold of the ginger’s face. his mind was obviously elsewhere. “chuuya. listen to me. what are you doing?”
chuuya’s eyes, which had glazed over, somewhat clear from the fog. he smiles at you as he lowers himself further down your body and lifts your shirt to press kisses to your stomach. you let out a whine, ready to complain about him still not listening.
“relax, baby, i’m helping you relieve some stress.” chuuya draws soothing circles into your skin then, without waiting for your response his hands travel to your pajama pants to untie them.
your hand shoots out to stop him, still panting and slightly dazed. “what about you?”
“don’t worry about me. i can take care of myself while i take care of you.” he says it so unabashedly you can’t bring yourself to question him.
then your head starts spinning. the thought of him touching himself while taking care of you is so incredibly hot it ignites your entire body on fire. there’s no longer a single thought in your head that doesn’t involve chuuya’s mouth, his lips, his tongue, his hands, his fingers. you need it all.
you reach out and card your fingers through the gravity manipulator’s silky hair. he hums at the action and takes it as his sign to continue. his fingers work quickly, undoing the ribbon and hooking around both the elastic of the pants and your panties. his movements are so fluid and fast you can hardly keep up. your bottom half is completely bare but he’s not satisfied there.
his hand slides up underneath your shirt and through the valley of your breasts. he watches intently as your shirt slowly rides up to expose your breasts. his fingers ghost over each mound briefly before they’re sliding down your body again and gripping at your thighs, holding them open.
“so damn pretty.” chuuya hums and his eyes flit up to gaze up at your flushed face. “do me a favor, baby? play with those perfect tits of yours for me, won’t you?”
his voice is sickly sweet and smooth like honey. you’re so enamored by the sound that you almost don’t hear him. his expectant look is what starts up the wheels in your head to turn. his words process and your hands move on their own accord. you start kneading at your chest while maintaining eye contact with his bicolored eyes.
chuuya groans. “god, doll. look at you. playin’ with yourself like that. ‘s sexy as hell- you’re sexy as hell.”
“chuuya…” you let out a whine. your patience thinning by the second as you wiggle your ass for any chance at friction.
your boyfriend lets out a chuckle. “okay, okay. think i’ve made you wait long enough, hm? deserve a reward for all the hell you were put through today.”
chuuya, once again, doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he’s dipping his head down to get face to face with your already slick cunt. his tongue is quick as he runs it up and down your folds. you feel him sigh in relief against you, like this is the first meal he’s had in days. it might as well be with how much he craved you when he was away.
although, he was focused on you — focused on making this all about you — chuuya knows if he doesn’t make good on his word of relieving himself you’ll never let him hear the end of it. who is he to deny himself the added pleasure when you’re demanding it of him. so, chuuya lets go of one of your thighs to fumble with his belt and free his strained cock from its confines.
you vaguely watch his arm move. your attention wavering as his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks. your back arches and hands squeeze at your breasts in surprise as you moan out his name.
chuuya smirks, absolutely pleased by the reactions he elicits from you. his hand that freed his cock moves to collect some of the wetness that’s steadily dripping out of you. once he’s satisfied with the amount he lowers his hand and uses your slick as lube to touch himself.
you try to comment on it but your mouth isn’t working right. the only thing that comes out is, “chuuya~ so good. ‘s so- fuck- so good…”
chuuya groans, clearly enjoying this as much as you are. his hips start to stutter as he lets go of your other thigh to gather more of your juices in that hand. his mouth it still making expert work of your clit while his fingers are closing in on your entrance. he teases you a little, circling the hole a few times before slowly pushing in two of his lithe fingers.
your head is thrown back as a slew of cursed moans falls from your lips. this time chuuya lets out a moan of his own when he feels your walls fluttering around his fingers already. his hand being used on himself starts pumping faster, his cheeks hollowing more frequently and fingers start sliding in and out of you at an alarming rate.
he’s close, you realize. he’s close and wants you to cum before him. you aid him in his endeavor by rolling your nipples between your fingers then squeezing slightly to pinch them. the added sensation makes your whole body twitch.
“f-fuck, fuck, fuck. chuuya, gonna cum~ ‘s too much. gonna-“ a euphoric wave crashes over you and you let out an embarrassing squeal like moan as your vision spots and ears rings.
chuuya’s slurps while lapping up at your orgasm are insanely lewd and the noise alone is enough to send him crashing as well. what really does him in is the sight before him. your eyes rolling back into your head and mouth hanging open. he moans deeply, from his chest, and spills into his hand. he pumps himself a few more times until he’s twitching from the overstimulation.
chuuya laps up every last drop your cunt has to offer while you come down from that amazing high and catch your breath. when he’s happy with his clean up he rests his cheek on your thigh. you prop yourself up to look at him. he looks so angelic, hair slightly tousled from your fingers running through it earlier, face glistening from your juices and face flushed. chuuya smiles at you then turns his head to leave sweet kisses on your inner thigh.
you let your head hang back before groaning. he was going to be the death of you. you knew he wasn’t finished with you by a long shot.
“we have plenty of time to do this when i move in.” you whine.
chuuya lets out an elated laugh. “so, when are we moving you in? tomorrow?”
you let out a genuinely amused laugh, shaking your head at his eagerness.
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Those eyes
Mizu x Mommy!reader
I'M DROOLING IN HAPPINESS
tags: pure fluff, slight gore/violence
btw this is quite short, i'm literally multitasking HAHA
INSERT SONG ON LOOP: Those eyes (new west)
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Meeting mizu was your greatest memory.
Ambushed, you cried as you held your son in your arms, he was only a day old, your husband didn't even look back to save you, nor help you, he ran away, leaving you and your son trapped and surrounded by cold-blooded assassins.
That's when Mizu jumped in action, she was passing by, yes, she is travelling at this dark hour of the night, passing through isolated cabins, she heard a scream, in which she quickly ran into where danger is, her eyes narrows as she catched a glimpse of a troubled man, running away, she ignored him and ran straight into the house, her eyes gazes upon every enemy, unsheathing her sword, and aiming it at them, her eyes landed on you, a helpless young mother, weeping in fear keeping your son safe in your arms.
she swiftly ran torwards you, keeping you close as she continues to provide protection with you and your child, you sob, embracing your child as mizu guides you to an exit door, once you left, all you could see is red, painting and spews the inside of your house, men screaming in pain, yet all you could see is just their silhouettes, it was the most mortifying sight, you kept yourself from staring and ran further, comforting the child crying in your arms.
you sat under a tree, the sky turning from dark stars, into sunkissed red, your eyes wide from the traumatic experience you've been through, cradling the child, your son, in your arms, you hum a tune mindlessly, as you stare at the sunset, tears already dry on your cheeks. Suddenly a voice called out, not a kind tone, nor danger, you turned your head to the side, peeping from the corner of your eyes.
"Are you alright?" a familiar figure, it's him, you sob, you carefully stood up, not daring to wake your sleeping son in your arms, you couldn't speak, all you could do and silently weep and lean into the man's frame.
Mizu was caught off guard, not knowing what to do, and never developed a comforting side, she simply placed a hand on your back, hushing you gently. "Come with me.. I'll protect you." she whispered, her tone rather hesitant, you complied and followed her.
~~~
Now sitting next to mizu, her cradling your child in her arms, it's been six months, you showed yourself to her, and she showed her own, she wasn't cold, she was only.. Broken.
"just gently swing him side to side.." you whispered, patting mizu's thigh, she nods before she stood up, and gently sways the baby, all the way to a wide area, where trees provided sun rays to hit her striking blue eyes.
She continued to cradle the baby to sleep, yet the baby giggled and squirms, she is frustrated, yet her eyes filled with adoration, you watched her smile, she was treating your son like her own, your heart swelled in both admiration, and love.
you walk up to her, a wide smile plastered on your weary face as you whispered "You're doing great.." Mizu looks at you, a rare smile you rarely see, your cheeks flush, you feel so safe with her, it warms your heart so much.
"Thank you.. " She whispered back, her eyes still locked in yours, the baby starts to drift off to sleep, you watched her closely, she looks so ethereal, you never thought falling for a woman is this perfect.
she is perfect.
you slowly stepped closer to pull mizu in a soft yet comforting embrace. "You're perfect..." you whispered, her cheeks heats up, not used in receiving compliments, she feels strange, yet she couldn't deny the sudden attraction she felt torwards you, she was hesitant about her vowed journey of vengeance, luckily she decided to manage about it later as she leaned down to rest her forehead against yours.
"I love you."
those words, it hit you right in the guts, you've never felt so happy in your whole life, your hero, your savior, your lover, gently leaned further down and kissed you, you haven't realized your crying, you accepted the kiss, her lips is surprisingly soft against yours, you sobbed as you finally get to live with her, with your lover.
"I love you too, Mizu."
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Soap having an introverted/shy bestfriend headcanons
pairing: Johnny "soap" mactavish x gn!reader
a/n: huge thank you to everyone who took the time to read or reblog my last post I actually nearly cried🫶🏼. also some of these are a bit longer than they should be I don't even know if they still count as headcanons lol.
It definitely takes you a while to become friends. It literally took you weeks to speak more than a few sentences, so taking months to become close friends was no surprise.
He's so used to talking all the time and you just listening, at some point it was the only way you could have a conversation. When you started talking more around him, he got so quiet and listened so well even if it wasn't something important, he was just happy to listen to you.
Definitely takes notice of all the things you like, he wants to be so close to you, so he tries to learn about all your favorite things. First time he talked about your favorite movie Infront of you and saw how your eyes lighted up he decided he'd do it more. He also always brings you your favorite food/drink.
The first time you hugged him it was on his birthday. He's had a small birthday party, only invited close people (you being included of course), and after everyone left and you finally gave him his present, He hugged you so tight to his chest, arms wrapped around you. He was about to pull way remembering you told him you're not so comfortable with hugs, only to be stopped by you wrapping your arms around his waist. He tried to act cool after you broke the hug but he was screaming inside. His birthday became more special to him.
He was hoping hugs would become a regular thing after, but they didn't. Although, his disappointment is long forgotten when you start giving him little touches. A hand on his shoulder, your knee touching his, sometimes you'd even let him lay his head on your shoulder.
He always invites you to new places and tries to introduce you to his friends. He understands how you feel about social interactions and public places, so he doesn't pressure you. He just wants his bestfriend with him all the time):
So protective of you! the moment someone says something like "do you ever talk?" he's already in their face. No seriously, he won't leave them 'till you get an apology. You try to tell him that it's okay and it's no big deal but he disagrees, annoying his bonnie is in fact a huge deal.
Since you hate public places so much, he starts inviting you to his place to hang out. The more it happened the more used he is to it, and at one point "hanging out" is basically each of you doing their own thing but in the same room together. You're so quiet he forgets you're there, so when you suddenly say something, he lets out a scream. It makes you laugh so hard the first time it happens, so he starts doing it on purpose.
You once decided to go over your drinking limit due to social anxiety reasons. Johnny saw a whole new you that night. He felt a little guilty enjoying you being drunk, you laughed loudly at his jokes and told him so many stories about you he's never heard before, he couldn't help but enjoy it. That night before he dropped you off at your place, you grabbed his face touching it for the first time ever and told him "I wouldn't trade you for the world, johnny". He had to leave you as quickly as possible because he knew he was about to cry, and he did. He was just overwhelmed with all the love he has for you; he couldn't believe you actually felt this way about him.
You two are literally opposites people get shocked seeing you together. You two are surprised as well, neither of you could imagine being bestfriends with someone who is nothing like them, but you're so happy you are. You're besties forever. 🫶🏼
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OJ and JJ: Why Jean Jacket Let the Haywoods—Especially OJ—Get Away with More Than Anyone Else in “Nope”
I’ve seen Nope twice now. While everyone I saw it with enjoyed it, I heard a few cries of foul when it came to OJ and the others’ improbable good luck with all their near misses interacting with our favorite terrifying gulch-haunting UFO. I call foul back and say plot armor had nothing to do with it. Some luck, yeah, otherwise we’d have no protagonists. But that was hardly all.
Spoilers for Nope below
To be clear, I am absolutely not painting this as the same delusional ‘friendship’ Jupe assumed he had with Jean Jacket. Neither he, nor OJ, nor anyone else is a miraculously endowed animal/alien tamer with an automatic ~*~special bond~*~. It’s one of many points Nope goes out of its way to illustrate. You can only train (or disrespect) an animal so far before they lash out, especially predators, and especially island-sized UFOs with the munchies. But, insomuch as there is any ‘safe’ way to coexist in close proximity with something like Jean Jacket, OJ Haywood is shown to have pulled it off with flying colors. And he did so almost entirely unaware to begin with by dint of his character traits.
That and a combination of Jean Jacket’s own instincts are what likely put him and the people around him in the tiiiny pocket of special allowance JJ deigned to give them over the course of the movie.
Let’s roll back to the first scene with the Haywood Ranch and the death of Otis Sr. A death by falling nickel that happened six months before the present-day events of the film. Just before this, father and son were curious about the screaming in the clouds—a fresh snack of hikers about to be squelched—followed by the rain of inedible bits. We can assume this was Jean Jacket’s first time flying in the gulch, and he chose the Haywood Ranch as The Spot for Purging; just like the hills next to the ranch were chosen for his ‘nest’/hiding place/resting spot.
While Jupe was methodically feeding JJ fresh horses and imagining the big guy trusted him, Jean Jacket kept going home to his actual favorite spot right next to OJ and his horses—a man and his big juicy animals out training in broad daylight, day after day, without ever pestering them. No missing horses. No missing OJ. Despite JJ clearly having opportunity and a taste for both species by that point. Why?
The obvious answer is that OJ kept his head down. Literally. Eyes always on his work, under the shade of his hat bill, maybe glancing at the clouds now and then…but always too far away to agitate. For all that time, he was unconsciously respecting Jean Jacket’s rules. Plus, he was in JJ’s purging/nesting territory first; yes, Jean Jacket was calling dibs on the whole gulch, but if the locals already there aren’t bothering him, fine, sure, they can stay.
The place’s importance to Jean Jacket, OJ’s head-down habits, and the amount of time spent coexisting with each other sans trouble all combined to put OJ and the alien into as close to a neighborly setup as could ever be expected. Don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with you.
Then things start picking up. Too much activity, too many new skyward glances from OJ, too many hackles raised with the Star Lasso Experience. And yeah, JJ did almost vacuum OJ up—he infringed on their ‘arrangement’ and looked! The nerve! And after JJ let him get away with hiding under a roof the night he stared up at the dust devil that took the fake horse! How ungrateful!
…A move that, in hindsight, plays almost like a Strike 1 offense, paid back by slurping up the actual horse. OJ’s staring at the Star Lasso arena was likely Strike 2. After snapping at OJ and causing the accidental knockout against the ceiling, JJ flies off without him or Lucky.
Off JJ flies to the Haywood Ranch again, full of screaming people and detritus and huffy extraterrestrial chest-pounding. And what does JJ do? He drops a big bloody purge waterfall directly onto the Haywoods’ house—OJ’s territory-within-JJ’s territory—like the giant alien version of an animal hiking its leg and marking all over a lower-tier animal’s spot.
This is a warning. This is my place. I rule here.
Then, as if holding onto the statue for last (hell, that may have been the real Strike 1), he moves his big flying Roomba self over to OJ’s truck—which I’d bet JJ definitely recognizes after six months—and just hovers. Hovers. Hovers.
Making sure OJ is paying attention. Then he hacks the statue out like a bad loogie right into the windshield. Assuming it didn’t kill his ‘neighbor,’ it would be a fine lesson:
You are on thin ice. Do not cross me again.
Come morning, what do we find out? Not only is Jean Jacket smart enough to know the humans will react when he moves enough to let the electricity fizzle back on, he immediately moves back overhead to stare down at OJ. My guess? It was a test.
You know better, neighbor. What do you do when I am here? What very smart thing have you done in all our quiet time side by side?
And thank God, it does dawn on OJ in time. Do Not Look. No Eyes On JJ.
So he ducks his head. And, even though he caught a very obvious peripheral glimpse, Jean Jacket still lets that slide. Jean Jacket lets OJ, his sister, and Angel—probably his family/pack in JJ’s POV—scurry away in their silly rolling box. We can’t even say it was because Jean Jacket was still full; the big guy looks like he has whole miles of gut to chow down with.
No, he lets OJ and company off with a few warnings, because the arrangement renewed. And off he goes to settle in his cloud again.
Cut to the run.
I sincerely believe that if it had been any other person on the horse, any other person goading Jean Jacket along the run, they would not have lasted a minute. No, not even with their head down. We’ve seen by now just how fast JJ can move, how quick he can flip from zero to I-Will-Knock-You-Back-Like-a-Shrieking-Tic-Tac. And nobody can say they didn’t clench up when they, like OJ, realized Jean Jacket was hovering right behind him like the world’s most ominous frisbee. Ditto the part where JJ slurped up the TMZ jerk barely a yard away from him and Lucky.
Thiiis close to sucking him up. But no. The dust devil got Mr. TMZ with the precision of a straw.
Then we get to the run—OJ on horseback, JJ being JJ, going fast…but almost at his version of a canter. A brisk walking pace.
That much might be owed to the fact that, unlike all his other prey, the people/horses have gotten a good look at Jean Jacket, then turned to run. With OJ’s staring hoodie, he’s retreating while still looking at/challenging JJ. That’s new! That implies Jean Jacket’s neighbor has his hackles up even as he moves away!
So Jean Jacket gives a comparatively leisurely chase. Then, just when he gets fed up and goes for the vacuum maneuver—surprise! Flags everywhere! Jean Jacket freaks out as expected, twisting away rather than risk gulping up another bad meal. What the hell, OJ, why didn’t you warn JJ you were a statue this whole time?
And, finally, the climax.
OJ looks at Jean Jacket dead on, still sitting on the flag-strung Lucky. This is when Jean Jacket has completely unfolded into what looks like a full intimidation display. These tiny two-legged things have turned into a big flag-covered, barbed wired headache for Jean Jacket. Perhaps even a threat. It’s down to a fight for the territory in JJ’s perspective. Someone has to go. And OJ, the one he ‘knows’ best, the one that had respected and been respected by Jean Jacket most, like two sullen predators in the same cage mutually agreeing not to bother the other, is the one metaphorically baring his teeth first.
Even as he flexes all his freaky jellyfish anatomy, Jean Jacket hesitates.
Does he think this is OJ warning him away? Or is he really instigating a fight to the finish? …Is there a chance OJ could win?
Even when, finally, OJ does begin drawing him along, away from Em’s bike, we never see JJ strike out with his appendages or make another dust devil. He’ll match OJ’s staring contest, he’ll creep closer, but he does not lash out.
It��s only when Em revs up and takes off for Jupiter’s Claim that Jean Jacket gambles on pursuing what he (mis)takes for the less worrisome Haywood. Simply because she looked at him and fled? Because JJ wants another warning to spit up for OJ later? No way to know.
All we see is that OJ, by a mix of hair-thin good fortune and animal training experience, managed to live with, counter, and psych out Jean Jacket enough to earn the man-eating megafauna’s tolerance and enough respect that it edged near worry.
tl;dr: No, OJ was not a magical horse/alien whisperer. But he did gain enough of Jean Jacket’s esteem to give him the best odds of survival, cohabitation and manipulation, simply by being himself, being respectful of the ‘rules’ once he knew them, and being cool as hell while everyone else fell apart or got slurped.
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Best Friends To Benefits To Lovers (OP81)
Summary: They’ve been dating for months after being the closest of friends for years. The question is, however, did they start out as best friends with benefits?
Warnings: NAH BRO WATCH YOUR TEETH FALL OUT FROM THIS SWEETNESS
Note: This is based off the idea for This Is About Oscar?! and Who Is Oscar Piastri? just not with the same exact plot line
ynnn it’s here!!! goodnight n go is something that took years to make because I was in that specific situation for so long until it shifted. It replicates a dilemma I thought I would have to die with, but, in the end, my deepest desires came to fruition. goodnight n go is all yours when it used to be just mine and Oscar’s and we wouldn’t have it any other way 💌
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oscarpiastri so proud of you my love ❤️
Liked by ynnn
mclarensgirly BYE IM CRYING AFTER LISTENING TO THAT
ln4andop81 I DIDNT KNOW WHAT GOODNIGHT N GO WOULD MEAN BUT NOW I DO AND ILL NEVER GO BACK
landonorris awww such a good song! (there were a few lines in there that i physically recoiled at)
- f1fan22 he heard “i got you, i got you dreamin, you close your eyes and you’re screamin,” and dug his grave
- mclarensgirlll i would love to see oscar screaming
- oscarpiastri you can just not in that sense but i would be happy to scream in your face!
- mclarensgirlll YOU COULD DO THAT TOO
- ynnn im gonna have to veto that one sorry
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TWITTER
f1fan2 SOO ARE WE GONNA TALK ABT YNS NEW SONG?? ITS THE WAY WE FINALLY GET CONFIRMATION THAT THEY WERE BEST FRIENDS AND THEN STARTED SLEEPING TOGETHER AND THEN JUST ABSOLUTELY FELL HEAD OVER HEELS FROM THERE
- mclarensgirly YEAH BC SHE SAID IT WAS A SPECIFIC SITUATION SHE WAS IN FOR YEARS BEFORE IT SHIFTED AND THE FACT THAT SHE BASICALLY CONFIRMED IT WAS ABT OSCAR WITH THE FACT THAT SHE SAID IT HAD BEEN THEIRS BUT NOW ITS OURS LIKE IM CRYING WE ALL WATCHED THEM BE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER PAINFULLY FOR SO LONG
- ln4andop81 “one of these days you’ll miss your train and come stay with me” I CRIED SHE DREAMED OF THEIR LIFE TOGETHER WHEN SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A QUICK FUCK TO HIM BUT SHE. WASNT. 😭😭😭😭 SHE NEVER WAS
- mclarenfan22 ITS SO WIERD TOO BC ALL THE FANS AND MEDIA KNEW HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER WITH THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER BUT THE SONG TELLS US THAT SHE DIDNT “we’ll have drinks and talk about things and any excuse to stay awake with you” LIKE SHE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HIM
- mclarensgirly AND SHE RESISTED HIM TOO BC SHE WAS AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE “why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you. Why must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well. Just say goodnight and go.” GAHDAMN
- ln4andop81 i literally can see him leaving her on the weekends to go race and them both thinking the other doesnt want anything more BUT THEY DO “and you’d sleep here, i’d sleep there… we’d be good, we’d be great together” SHE ALWAYS WANTED HIM TO STAY 😭😭
- mclarensgirly im glad she sat on this one and got together with him before releasing it bc i dont think i couldve handled it if they werent together and THIS SONG came out
- mclarenfan22 real.
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oscarpiastri i’ll never again just say goodnight and go 💗
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mclarensgirly so im fully sobbing now.
ynnn you missed the train
- oscarpiastri i was always destined to miss that train baby
- f1fan2 THROWING UP CRYING OUT LOUD SOBBING BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL WTF
landonorris you always goodnight n go me.
- oscarpiastri do i really need to explain the difference to you?
- ynnn lando back off hes MINE.
- landonorris well we will see abt that.
- oscarpiastri im hers. end of discussion.
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ynnn WHY’D HE HAVE TO BE SO CUTE 🫨
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oscarpiastri natural talent?
- ynnn i would agree with that
mclarensgirly WHEN WILL I GET WHAT THEY HAVE FUCKING BEST FRIENDS TO BENEFITS TO FALLING IN LOVE I WANNA GOUGE MY EYES GOD WHERE ARE YOU
- ynnn should i be concerned for you?
- oscarpiastri i dont think you should… i mean shes just jealous of us which makes sense ‼️
- ynnn she said she wanted to gouge her eyes out osc 🤨
- oscarpiastri YEAH IT MAKES SENSE I WOULD WANNA GOUGE MY EYES OUT TOO IF I WASNT WITH YOU
- ynnn so i should be concerned for you too.
- oscarpiastri nah im just in love
- ynnn yeah i get it
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Sinful Desires..
Pairing: Loki x female reader
Warnings: unintended voyeurism, smut, mutual pining, smut with plot,, NSFW, 18+, p in v smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk (whore..etc.), language, swearing, mentions of alcohol, tiny bit of angst, anxiety, Dom loki,
Summary: you had pined for Loki for some time, accepting that it was a dream, when an accidental encounter brings new revelations...
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
A/n- this literally just popped in my head, no idea why but I had to get it out....haha
You stood at the far side of the bar looking out at everyone mingling. Another week, another stark party and everyone who was anyone was there. And everyone was with someone, well everyone except you. Your closest relationships were with a pint of ice cream and your favorite toy. You sighed waving the bartender over ordering another drink when Bucky came up next to you "Hey doll, why you over here alone?" He asked waving at his date, a tall beautiful brunette waiting on the dancefloor. "Because...James....as surprising as it may be I'm not in high demand." You shrugged downing your drink.
"I beg to differ, I believe a certain broody God was excited you were coming." He smiled making you look at him. "Oh, you mean him.." you trailed off pointing to the dancefloor, seeing Loki grinding on some blonde with big boobs and a barely there dress. "Oh, well maybe..." he started when you put your hand up "it's fine, I know it was never going to happen, I mean look at me." You sighed looking down. "Well I see a beautiful woman in need of a good roll in the sack." He said winking "charming as always Barnes." You laughed nudging him. "Give him time, he'll come around." He said nudging you back. "What, once he makes it through the female population of New york, or the country?" You snarked.
You looked to the dancefloor again seeing Loki had left with his date and decided to call it. "Y/n, seriously he..." he started "go have fun bucky, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." You said "alright, night doll." He said hugging you. You made your way through the crowd walking down the hall towards the elevators when you heard a faint moan come from one of the offices. You furrowed your eyebrows looking around seeing you were alone as you quietly made your way further, freezing when you peaked through the glass of the conference room. You wanted to close your eyes, run away and pretend you hadn't seen anything but you couldn't look away as Loki lifted the woman up onto the table, his hands roaming her sides to her back unzipping her dress.
You felt your cheeks flush as his tongue dove into her mouth as he pulled her dress down her arms roughly. You quickly glanced around to make sure you were alone again before turning back to what was happening just beyond the glass. You watched as the woman threw her head back, gripping his long hair in her hand as he kissed her neck, seeing him bite down making her moan. He stood back up, wrapping his large hand around her throat pushing her down exposing her to him as you watched him unbuckle his belt. You felt a slickness between your thighs, your arousal growing stronger as he man handled her to where he wanted her.
You licked your lips, rubbing your thighs together wondering what it would feel like to be her. To have his strong fingers laced around your throat, to hear his moans of ecstasy for you. You watched him hook her legs around his waist, pulling her towards him when she cried out arching her back off the table. "God, he must be huge..," you whispered to yourself when he began to thrust into her, jolting her up the table making her scream. He leaned over her, grabbing her wrists with one hand, his hips snapping into her when he tilted his head up, his eyes meeting yours through the glass making you shiver. One of his eyebrows arched as a smirk spread across his face, seeming to slam into her harder as you watched.
He stood back up, flipping her over kicking her legs apart, the whole time not breaking eye contact with you as he took her over the table, holding her head down as he thrust into her. You heard her scream his name, pulling you out of your trance you took a step back seeing him smile wider. You cleared your throat before putting your head down and quickly making your way to the elevator, slamming the button hoping he wouldn't come out looking for you. "Why did you do that?" You asked yourself hitting the button again as the doors opened letting you in when you heard the conference room door open "shit..." you said hitting the button for your floor, the doors closing just as Loki stepped out adjusting his suit winking at you. You leaned against the wall sighing, feeling the wetness in your panties "Well, cold shower tonight I guess." You said making your way to your room.
Monday rolled around and much to your disappointment the world hadnt ended so you had to go to work. It had been two weeks since your incident with Loki in the conference room and luckily you hadn't seen him, deciding avoiding him entirely was the best choice. Luckily being PR director your office was for from where the hero's usually spent their time, you just had to make sure he wasn't around before venturing out. You unlocked your office setting your bag down when Tony knocked "Hey kid, we're having a fundraiser this Friday so we're gonna need to get the word out." He smiled from the door. "Ok Tony, I'll make a few phone calls." You said sitting down behind your desk.
"Oh, we're also going to be announcing horns as an official member of the team." He said looking around your office. "Horns..." you said furrowing your eyebrows "yeah....Rudolph." He said simply still confusing you "you know, laufeyson." He said making horns on his forehead. "Oh?.." you stuttered clearing your throat. "Yeah, so your probably gonna need to meet with him and tell him how to behave in front of the cameras, want me to get him?" He asked "no!...no, I'll meet with him later." You rushed out sipping your coffee "ooook...well then I'll leave you to it." He said slowly backing out of your office. You sighed laying your head on your desk "whyyyy." You groaned hearing another knock, looking up seeing Bucky.
"Hey, you ok?" He asked sitting down "make yourself at home." You snarked sipping your coffee. "I see no roll in the sack for you." He murmured when you glared at him. "What do you want james?" You asked "Well I hadn't seen you around since the party so I wanted to check on you." He smiled. "How kind of you, I'm fine. Now if you don't mind..." you said waving to the door "ok ok, I'll go, but you have to have lunch with me." He said getting up "if I say yes you'll go?" You asked looking up at him seeing him smile "fine...I'll meet you downstairs." You said as he walked out shutting your door. You sat back in your chair with a huff, your crush on Loki was one thing but you weren't sure how you were supposed to even look him in the eye now let alone talk to him. You ran your hand down your face picking up the phone getting on with work.
You gathered your papers from the table as everyone filed out. You internally fist bumped yourself having finalized the plans for the event the next day, a week of endless phone calls and emails finally over. You leaned over stretching across the table grabbing a file when you heard the door click shut "now that is a view I could get used to." You heard sending a chill down your spine. Quickly straightening up you turned seeing Loki leaned against the door, arms crossed as his eyes traveled up and down you. "L...loki..what can i do for you?" You stuttered seeing him smirk "that my dear is a very loaded question." He said strolling towards you, the deep timber of his voice making your knees weak.
"Stark told me you needed to speak with me..." he trailed off, running one of his long fingers along the table as he strode closer "but....you my dear....have been avoiding me." He said, continuing to advance on you. "Well, I've been busy with..." you trailed off, the rest of the words escaping you as he stepped into your space, looming over you. "How busy are you now?" He asked, running a finger under the collar of your button up leaning closer "do you think you could...fit me in?" He purred looking into your eyes. "I...um yes I think..." you stuttered clearing your throat seeing him smile. "Where do you want me...y/n?" He breathed, his eyes dropping to your lips and back. You felt as if you would implode at any second at his vicinity. You took a deep breath, smelling his mix of cologne and old leather making your head fuzzy.
"A..anywhere you like." You said looking into his eyes, trying not to buckle under his gaze seeing him raise an eyebrow "good to know." He smiled as your cheeks grew warm at his comments. "So, Tony wants to announce you to the public, so I need to teach you how to...behave in front of the cameras." You said hearing him chuckle "I am certian there is alot you could....teach me." He said his eyes traveling down your body again, his hip leaning against the table. "I do have one question before we begin." He said holding a finger up. "Y..yes.." you said "did you enjoy the show?" He asked smirking again feeling your heart race. "Loki, I didn't mean to.." you started when he pushed off the table advancing on you again as you backed up.
"Did you enjoy how I held her down....taking what I wanted?" He asked stalking closer "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have.." you stuttered bumping into a chair stepping around it "the way I bent her to my will...dominated her.." he said, pushing the chair aside undeterred "or perhaps..." he trailed off as your back hit the wall, pressing yourself to it as he towered over you, his long fingers reaching up brushing against your neck "you wished to be her..." he breathed, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, hearing your breath hitch. "L..loki..." you breathed, your eyes meeting his "confess your sins darling....your God is listening." He purred leaning closer, his breath fanning your cheek. "I...umm you..." you stuttered, feeling his long fingers ghost over your neck to your ear, gently pulling on your earring.
You cleared your throat looking down as he leaned forward, his curls tickling your cheek as he tilted his head "do not try to lie to me...I will know." He whispered in your ear when you felt his lips against your neck. He leaned back slightly as you turned your head, your nose nudging his as his lips ghosted over yours. "Y..yes...i...wish I was her..." you breathed against his lips looking into his eyes, the green barely visible as his pupils dilated. "You are not the only one." He whispered back gently pressing his lips to yours, pulling back testing your reaction "fuck it.." you breathed, fisting the front of his shirt you pulled him down to you, sliding your tongue past his parted lips as your other hand dove into his hair tugging it, his moan traveling straight to your core.
You felt his hands travel down yours sides to your thighs, lifting you to his height as he pressed you back into the wall. Wrapping your thighs tight around him you bit down on his lower lip earning another moan as you both pulled back panting. Kissing along his jaw you licked the shell of his ear feeling him shiver "fuck me Loki...like you fucked her." You whispered in his ear before biting his earlobe "aah..as you wish.." he growled pulling you away from the wall taking you to the table in the middle of the room, throwing a chair aside as he sat you down, his lips engulphing yours. You reached out pulling his shirt out of his pants running your hands along his exposed skin feeling him shiver as you pulled his hips to you.
He pulled back, sucking on your lip as he grabbed your shirt, untucking it from your skirt "I need to feel you.." he panted unbuttoning the top bottom when you leaned forward biting his pulse point digging your nails into his skin "mmm....y/n..." he growled grabbing your shirt ripping it open, buttons flying across the room as you gasped at the cold air hitting your exposed skin "no bra hmm...you are naughty.." he purred wrapping his long fingers around your neck, squeezing gently as he pushed you back, the cold wood of the table making you shiver. "Gorgeous.." he breathed as he leaned over you, his warm tongue swirling your nipple as he free hand massaged your other breast, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over nipple. You arched your chest up into him wrapping your legs around his hips. "L..loki...please...." you panted feeling like you might explode any second.
"I...I need to feel you..." you groaned, rocking your hips into him. He stood up keeping his hand on your throat looking down at you "don't worry darling...I'll make you feel good." He breathed reaching down unbuckleing his belt. He squeezed your throat before letting go, his hands sliding your skirt up, pulling your panties down you looked down as he put them in his pocket smiling at you. He reached down unbuttoning his pants pulling them down enough to free himself, your eyes widening at the size of him "is it what you imagined.." he purred, slowly stroking himself watching you. You licked you lips looking up at him "no...it's better." You panted as he lined himself up, feeling his tip genlty pressing into you.
"Are you ready darling?" He growled gripping your hips "God yes....please..." you groaned, laying back as he pulled you to him hard, burying his cock in you to the hilt making you cry out. "Gooodss....your so....fucking tight..." growled digging his fingers into your hips. "Loki...ahh move...please!" You cried out trying to rock your hips in his iron grip. "You wish to be fucked like a common whore?" He groaned, leaning over grabbing yours wrists in one large hand pinning them above your head "y.yes! Please..." you breathed "so be it." He growled, pulling his hips back slamming back into you jolting you up the table. "Aahh...fuck..." you yelled digging your nails into your palms as he set an unforgiving pace, thrusting into relentlessly as his free hand held you in place under him.
"Mmm fuck...your pussy is heaven..." he moaned "is this what you want...aaahhh what you fantasized when you watched me that night..." he groaned, bucking his hips hard into you "the way I have fantasized about you." He panted releasing your wrists he leaned back, hooking his arms under your knees, his large hands spread across your thighs pulling you to him "aahh god...fuck...." you cried out, feeling every nerve in your body firing at once, your walls tightening around him feeling every inch of him. "Fuck y/n....say my name.." he growled snapping his hips hard "l..loki.." you panted gripping the end of the table "AGAIN!" He growled sternly "LOKI!." You yelled as he pulled out, flipping you over roughly, the cold wood on your nipples making you has gasp as he kicked your feet apart thrusting back into you.
He gripped your hair, pulling your back to his chest, his arm snaking around your middle holding you to him as he used you like a common harlot. "I have dreamed of this..." he panted in your ear "every moan...every whimper..." he groaned, bucking into you hard as you braced yourself against the table "every...one...was...you." he growled biting into your shoulder making you scream "i...Loki...I'm gonna..." you cried out, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, your walls clenching around him "c..aahhh come y/n...I fucking need to feel you..." he gritted as your orgasm washed over you, screaming his name as you came hard digging your nails into the table. You felt him twitch inside you, his hips stuttering, he groaned slamming into you holding himself there as he came, coating your walls yelling your name.
He slowly released your hair, guiding you down to the table pressing his forehead to your back as you both came down. "You...darling...are fucking perfect." He panted slowly standing up, gently pulling out of you he pulled your skirt down grabbing your arm he helped you stand up, your knees buckling as he pulled you to him, smiling down at you "im afraid I may have broken you." He laughed tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked up into his eyes, searching them "are you alright darling?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. "D..did you...mean it?" You asked still looking at him, seeing his expression soften "yes, I did. You have haunted my thoughts for some time now." He smiled "but, the others..." you trailed off looking down "were meaningless...i...I never thought that I would have the honor of calling you mine." He said cupping your cheek.
"Well, you can...if you want." You said looking back up at him seeing him smile. "I would love nothing more." He said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "Well I should probably..." you cleared your throat, getting your feet under you when he gripped you tighter "oh...I'm not done with you yet...my little minx." He purred, a smirk spreading across his face feeling your cheeks heat up. "I plan to take you in all the ways I have imagined." He whispered leaning down "it is going to be a very long night." He said against your lips. Closing your eyes you felt a tingle flow through you, opening them seeing you were in Loki's room. "Shall we begin?" He asked sliding your shirt down your arms "y..yes..." you breathed, excitement running through you of what was to come....
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A/N ::: Got a whole new respect for you out there that work AND still manage to fucking write anything at all. I'm 3 days in and my training hasn't even really started and I'm so goddamn braindead that I'm actually yelling about it to anyone who'll listen.
That being said, I hope anyone reads and enjoys this because my God I've never gone so long without writing something. I guess I was a pretty little princess sitting on my butt for 3 or 4 years. Living the good life, free of responsibilities. THAT sure bit me in the ass, didn't it. Tch.
When you fight with them :::
F.reader x Draken, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Baji, Mikey
Draken
Can hold a mean ass grudge, too. You thought you were bad but damn.
Says things sometimes he doesn't mean and will apologize to you later.
Will admit when he's wrong, but it takes a little while.
Thinks it's a teeny bit funny when you're mad at him over something really stupid and he has to butter you up to make you stop being so pissy with him.
Kazutora
Sometimes pretends to be mad at you to see if you'll confess any weird random shit you might have done (baby boy loves and trusts you but he only trusts himself 50% of the time - and even that wavers). *You never do because you love him too and wouldn't hurt him like that.
Apologizes to you for no reason - literally, NO REASON.
Always says things he doesn't mean but will immediately retract his statement.
Cries.
Has throws shit across the room before.
Chifuyu
Fights so rarely with you it's almost boring.
But he's just not like that with you.
Doesn't like fighting when you are mad at him so he'll just skip right to the making up part.
(Has cried during make-up sex when he really pissed you off).
Mitsuya
BUYS FLOWERS
He sometimes doesn't know what he did that pissed you off, but he knows you like (kind of flower) so he wastes no time in procuring some.
Has made you things as an apology before.
Cried once or twice but you don't know about it (Hakkai does though! Better watch out, girl.)
Baji
Doesn't understand what the hell your problem is.
Says he's sorry anyway just to get you to calm down so you'll actually talk to him instead of just screaming/hitting/throwing shit at him.
Turns on his fucking out of this world charm factor and smiles at you with that face.
Can literally document the moment when you go weak in the knees.
Can smell when your pheromones change and he knows he can walk up to you without getting hit but kissed (or more - probably more. It's Baji. C'mon.)
Mikey
Will list off all the shit he's done that he thinks you might be pissed off about.
Doesn't apologize unless he thinks he's ultimately in the wrong here.
HAS repeatedly gotten turned on when you're slapping him (and will do it again).
Thrown your ass down on the bed (yeah, you ended up letting him dick you down so good but you were mad about that after the fact because he got you to forget about the initial anger).
Jerks off sometimes if you're yelling at him over the phone and you'll die before you ever admit this but you have heard him, gotten turned on yourself and done that at the same time he was while you chewed him out.
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Sleepless Nights
MDNI 18+
1.5k words, Noah Sebastian x fem!reader
CW: unprotected sex, oral sex (fem rec), slight spit play(??), tiny bit of aggression
“Fuck, Noah..” whispers were almost silent in the room. Words that wouldn’t be remembered in the morning.
It was ungodly hours in the morning and it was the first night Noah was back from tour. He would usually be dead asleep, snoring and mumbling in his sleep by now but you made this tour…especially excruciating.
You would send him pictures of yourself in new lingerie while he was away, forcing him to jerk off in a tiny tour bus bathroom. Having to be dead silent due to the, quite literal, paper-thin walls of said tour bus.
You hadn’t been able to help but giggle to yourself when this happened. He would send you texts back almost immediately. Something along the lines of “I’m going to fuck you until your head is spinning.”
You had never held him to his words as he was usually a shy boy. Although this behavior was unusual, you didn't think much of it. You figured he had gained confidence over the phone.
Once he had actually gotten home, he almost immediately pinned you against the wall of your shared home and took you like a rabid animal.
It took you by surprise, really. Usually you were the one to initiate, but this was nothing you were complaining about.
And here you are now, ass up and Noah having no mercy on your poor body.
“What baby? Didn’t think I meant what I said in those texts did you?” His words were sparse between grunts and huffs from all the pleasure his touched starved cock was receiving in the moment.
He knew you couldn’t respond, not only because your sentence would just be a string of moans and pathetic whimpers, but also due to the fact he had a fist full of your hair, pushing your face into the duvet.
God, you wished and hoped that he would turn you over so you could see how devilishly sinful he looked.
That thought lasted maybe 30 seconds when Noah slapped your ass, with much force, bringing you close to your first orgasm of the night.
You didn’t have to say anything, Noah knew your body better than you did. Your legs began to shake, your pussy tightened around him and your muffled cries and pleas were becoming louder by the second.
“Give it to me. I want it now.”
With Noah’s permission you let your orgasm rip through you like lightning bolts. It made your vision go blurry before you shut your eyes.
It dozed through you before coming to an end. You had never gone for so long without an orgasm caused by your lover.
You both were highschool sweethearts and up until the tour, you hadn’t gone even an entire 2 weeks without seeing each other, let alone fuck.
With no words shared, Noah moved you onto your back and thank god he did. He looked just as you imagined. His hair was messy and falling in his face due to the utterly unforgiving thrusts he had been fucking into you.
“There’s my pretty girl. So so good for giving yourself to me.” His voice was ridden with a tone somewhere between lust and love. He had slowed his thrusts, just long enough to give you a kiss to your lips. It was messy and unfathomably pussy throbbing. Your tongues were swirling around each other as if they were dancing to an unheard beat. Saliva was starting to pool down your chin but when he pulled away, you couldn’t be bothered to wipe it away. Noah grabbed your legs, pulled you closer and went at an unrelenting pace. You knew he was close but not this close. 3 or 4 thrusts later he was letting curse words leave his lips and he spilled his load onto your stomach.
His chest heaved and gasped for air as he milked his cock for the remains of his orgasm. The words he was growling out seemed to have come somewhere deep within his diaphragm. Almost like he was on stage screaming for thousands of people. Neither of you cared about how loud you were being or if any of the neighbors had heard you. In this very moment, it was just you two.
You had made eye contact before watching him sink to his knees, off of the bed and dive into your pussy like it was a divine meal meant for the gods. The wet noises coming from Noah’s mouth immediately sent your two hands into his hair. No matter how nasty you two fucked, he always treated your pussy like his last meal on earth, being sure to treasure every lick, slurp and gulp.
“Oh fuck, Noah” When he wrapped your lips around your already sensitive clit, it caused your body to jolt. Your thighs clenched around his head and your fingers to pull at his hair.
Grunts escaped his mouth, his now being muffled due to the position you had him trapped in. In which only caused you more pleasure. The vibrations of his now low moans made your mind foggy. You started to take it into your own hands and grind against his tongue.
Noah seemingly didn’t like the idea of you taking charge and left a hefty slap to your thigh.
“We’re doing this at the pace I want. I waited far too fuckin’ long to taste you. I am in charge. Understand?” His voice was low and husky, causing a rush of wetness straight to your pussy. You nodded, thinking it would give him satisfaction of an answer. It didn’t.
“Use your fucking words y/n” He had a look of the slightest irritation written on it.
“Yes sir.” Your words were quiet but it did the job as he went back down, taking long, thoughtful strokes to your clit. Your mouth fell open and your eyes collapsed closed, taking in nothing the warm, wet feeling of his devilish tongue.
Noah could genuinely go on forever between your legs, he, a couple times, had gone until you were crying and his jaw was sore. It was almost like he enjoyed watching you squirm and shake due to his tongue rather than actually fucking you.
Your moans had now gone high pitched, and the once slow, languid licks of his tongue were now fast and on the borderline of being dangerous.
“Baby- oh fuck! Please keep going. I’m so so so close!” You once again rested your hands in his hair as a poor excuse to try and ground yourself.
Noah didn’t say a word, instead giving you silent praise by swirling his tongue around your clit.
Another orgasm crashed into you and it was almost debilitating.
Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, Noah brought you in closer with a grasp on your hips and you were spent.
He pulled away, licking his lips and slightly cleaning the mess your cunt had made dripping down his chin.
“You taste like heaven itself. Holy shit.” He said in disbelief.
He climbed atop of you and shared a chaste kiss with you, venturing his way down your neck. He left small bites and small hickies here and there, in some sort of proof you were his and no one else could ever have you in the way he does.
Despite what Noah had planned in his own world, you went against it and forced him to lay down, now hovering over his cock.as you sunk down onto him, his nails sunk into your hips.
You softly grinded down onto him, throwing your head back and biting your lip as an attempt to stop yourself from smiling too big.
Once you got comfortable on top of him, you situated your legs and started to bounce up and down on his cock. Noah was now being more vocal with curses, groans, huffs, grunts. Whatever his body could do to help the overpowering sensation of pleasure.
This time, you weren’t worried about achieving your own orgasm but wanted to pull one more out of Noah before you both were too tired.
“Come on handsome. I know you got it in you, give it to me.”
Noah had an undeniable thing for praise and encouragement in these situations, contrary to popular belief.
“Mhm, just like that, just like that. Shit!” His voice was worn out now, giving it more of a soft moan rather than his previous growls.
Within seconds he was unfolding in front of your eyes, his breathing became shallow and his eyes were pinched closed, focusing on getting him to topple over the edge of pure bliss. As his mouth fell open, he released everything into you. As he came, his grip on your hips dug deeper and you wouldn’t have been surprised if you had bruises the next day.
As soon as he was done with his orgasm, you toppled over onto his chest, even though you were dirtied with his previous orgasm. He softly rubbed your back as he whispered soft words of adoration to you.
Soon enough helped you clean off what mess he made in your rendezvous earlier. Once you were in bed, you made a small conversation consisting of how much you missed him while he was away from you.
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I'm not sure if you're taking asks right now so feel free to ignore this. I'd like to request the Fushiguro! Child in the BSD universe where she gets sick so when her powers go wonky and instead of her going to other universes they all come to her universe instead(the JJK universe). The PM, ADA gets to meet Gojo and the Gang hehe. This is kinda inspired by me having a cold right now and having nobody around to talk with lol
scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader takes the port mafia and the armed detective agency to the jujutsu kaisen universe
jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungo stray dogs
masterlist of the series
╰➤ CW(s): quite the literal bungo stray dogs and jujutsu kaisen, fluff/comfort, kinda ooc but i tried 😭
╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen (gojo & megumi only) + bungo stray dogs (port mafia & ADA) x child! reader
before you read: hi, in case you're new, you're megumi's younger half-sibling, and while you don't have cursed energy, you do have scarlet witch's powers and abilities! aside from that, as a special scarlet witch variant, you also have the ability to travel across the multiverse. how chaotic! furthermore, like your half-brother megumi, you are being cared for by gojo satoru, who also serves as your adoptive father. for more info, please see the masterlist.
being sick was one thing, but having your chaos magic go crazy was quite another.
you weren't even aware of it since you were in bed, sick with a feverish cold, caged up in your room with gojo and megumi who had just gone there only to leave again, failing to get you to eat as much as they wanted you to, which was natural.
you were breathing in and out with your eyes closed, trying relax while coughing a little from the cold, and as you lay in bed, feeling completely miserable, your fingers were subconsciously interlocking and locking.
your powers were working their magic, and the next thing you knew, your beloved family figures from the world of gifted detectives and mafiosos had been taken and dragged into your world in a snap of a finger.
THUD!!
as soon as you heard the sound, you instantly opened your eyes and sat up, and a soft gasp escaped your lips at the sight.
chuuya was face planted on the floor, letting out screams while rolling his r's in annoyance with dazai sitting on top of him, but kunikida, yosano, ranpo, kyouka, kenji, and fukuzawa, and even akutagawa, were either on their bums or feet, but it was clear that they didn't end up falling badly from the red portal present on your ceiling like chuuya, dazai, and atsushi.
"g-guys?" you squeak out, immediately catching their attention as your eyes lit up.
"[name]-chan!" cried dazai, only to let out a dramatic gasp when he noticed a cold gel patch on your forehead and how feverish you looked.
with that, dazai shoved chuuya aside as if he wasn't the one sitting on him in the first place when they were carried across the multiverse by some mysterious red power, and ran to your side, without caring where he was right now.
you extended your arms and hands towards dazai, a clingy expression over your sleepy and blurry eyes from being unwell, needing a cuddle as you whined gently at him, "dazai-nii!"
dazai sat by your side on the bed and hugged you dearly, holding you against his chest and stroking his fingers through your hair, hushing you softly yet comfortingly.
"shh, it's okay, my sweet little [name]-chan. dazai's here. in fact, we're all here.. and it appears to be because of you," dazai said softly, staring at the armed detective agency and port mafias you dragged along with him, all of whom he knows mean a lot to you as your loved ones.
everyone was staring at how dazai comforted you while you were obviously sick, and while akutagawa and chuuya were taken aback by this oddly softer and sweeter side of dazai, they gradually realized where they were, given the amount of plushies, children toys, and books in shelves, and cute decorations in the room, which was enough to tell that it was yours.
"yeah, this is definitely [name]-chan's room.." atsushi stated the obvious, a little smile tugging on his lips as he observed the quantity of hello kitty stickers on your wardrobe and drawers, as well as the stuffies you had, recognizing a few that dazai had gotten you back at home.
"and we're definitely in her universe this time," ranpo added, opening his eyes to reveal a pair of emerald irises and a serious expression that quickly changed, "which also means we've just traveled across the multiverse like our little [name]-chan! isn't that just fascinating?!"
"that's a very nice way to put it.. ranpo-san.." kunikida's sweat dropped as he folded his arms.
"it's still a wonder though.. all of us really traveled across the multiverse.." fukuzawa murmured, still in awe of that very fact.
"how does the brat even do it?" akutagawa sighed sharply, coughing a little as he straightened up and dusted off his clothes with his hands, "it felt like living through a lifetime of everything as we passed through those universes in a flash."
"i agree with him, i honestly feel a little sick.." kenji stated, scratching the back of his head, but still holding a bright smile nonetheless.
"speaking of sick, the chibi is sick too," chuuya exclaimed, his gaze softening at sight of you in dazai's embrace and holding onto him almost for dear life, "probably more than you, kiddo."
yosano was the first to rush to your side besides dazai and chuuya, the doctor in her and their maternal instincts kicking in.
"can i see her for a bit?" she requested softly yet severely as she stared at dazai.
"shh, it's okay, [name]-chan. auntie yosano just needs to check on you a bit," dazai nodded his head and gently pulled you away from him to let yosano check you, hushing you sweetly as you whined softly.
with that, yosano pressed her hand against your neck, face, and forehead, "hmm.. she's shivering a bit. chills it seems from her cold."
"damn, and even in [name]'s current state, she managed to use her abilities to get all of us here," chuuya commented, his eyes wide with amazement and true awe.
"[name]-chan's ability probably got wonky that brought us here out of pure instinct," kyouka softly murmured, to which ranpo pouted at as he claimed that was his line.
a knock rang in your bedroom door while you were being surrounded by your loved ones from another universe, prompting the armed detective agency and port mafia members you dragged in to tense up, especially dazai, who practically hugged you tighter out of protective instinct.
"kikufuku? are you awake?"
they all froze at that.
"shit, someone's at the fucking door," cursed chuuya as he stated the obvious.
"let's just knock out whoever's at the door," said akutagawa who was already activating rashomon.
"dad, i'm awake!" you exclaimed, causing everyone in your bedroom to stiffen up once more, despite dazai shushing you and instantly covering your mouth.
as soon as the door opened, a white-haired man in a tight black shirt and slacks entered, wearing black round sunglasses and carrying a medicine, water, and a bowl of soup in his arms, together with a spiky-haired boy.
the black tendrils of akutagawa's coat were already in the air, ready to attack with atsushi shaking his head at him, chuuya glowing red with crossed arms while the others remained relatively quiet, ranpo, fukuzawa, kyouka, kenji, and yosano unaffected.
there was a pin drop silent for a brief second as everyone stared off at gojo and megumi.
and that was until megumi did his handsigns and brought out his demon dogs into your bedroom, with gojo immediately dropping everything to the floor at the sight of this many strangers in your bedroom (it was also a wonder how they all managed to fit inside too), especially with an unfamiliar young man with unkempt brown hair and brown coat being in bed with you, as well as the one with ginger-hair and a hat as you tugged on his sleeve to make him sit by you too.
"what are all of you doing in my daughter's bedroom?!" cried out gojo, dazai's eyes widening to find you suddenly gone from his embrace and now in the embrace of the white-haired man who had already taken off his glasses with his free hand outstretched, ready to attack with the intention of protecting you.
'blue eyes with the speed of a blink of an eye,' dazai thought, staring at the man holding you in his arms. there was no doubt about it.
"calm down. we're not here to hurt your daughter," fukuzawa immediately stepped in both on the behalf of the armed detective agency and port mafia members in the room.
"you heard the boss, mister. we know [name]-chan!" ranpo backed up fukuzawa with a rather casual and enthusiastic response, very much unfazed at the tension in the air.
"these people know you, [name]?" questioned megumi as he glanced at you, then at gojo, who continued to hold you in his embrace.
"they're the ones i go to when you guys aren't around," you explained to your half elder brother, whining softly and squirming in gojo's grip, "now, put me dooown! they're not stranger dangers!"
you leapt to your feet as soon as gojo placed you down on the floor, clinging to dazai, who had already gotten out of your bed and was standing near chuuya.
gojo and megumi looked surprised as you hugged dazai's pant leg in the same manner you hugged gojo and occasionally your uncle nanami or your half older brother megumi.
a soft smile tugged on dazai's lips as he picked you up and carried you in his embrace, quietly smiling as he caressed the back of your head and allowed you wrap your tiny arms around his neck.
"you can't hurt dazai-nii and his friends!" you continued to speak as you turned your head towards gojo while letting dazai carry you.
"dazai-nii?" both gojo and megumi glanced at each other as they both uttered it unison.
"then that means.." gojo's words trailed off as he glanced at dazai, who happened to be quite as tall as him, before returning his focus to you, "you have a lot of explaining to do right here and now, [name]."
you were back in your bed after a long time of explaining, sitting up straight while gojo fed you spoonfuls of a new batch of soup, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of dazai and, well, chuuya on the other side of your bed, given how you refused to let them leave your side while you ate.
even megumi was cautious, especially when it came to akutagawa. he still had his demon dogs out and ready to attack them all.
fukuzawa, yosano, ranpo, and kunikida were seated on the little stools in the middle of your room, with ranpo fiddling with the tea cups and kettle toy on the mini table, and kenji and kyouka checking out your toys and other things.
the tension in the air was palpable, given that the majority of them were cautious of gojo's six blue eyes and his ability to move so swiftly that he could whisk you away from dazai and chuuya in the blink of an eye.
your father was no joke, and your older brother, megumi, was most likely as well, but you were entirely unaware of all of this and continued eating the soup that gojo fed you fairly gleefully now that the armed detective agency and port mafia were in your room with you.
"so, just to clarify things," began gojo, sitting back up and placing the now-empty bowl on your nightstand while opening your medicine with the spoon you used to eat, "all of you came from another universe, and you,"
dazai merely smiled at gojo as he pointed a spoon at him and spoke, "apparently you're [name]'s closest guardian, the one she tells me that resembles like me, dazai osamu."
"and all of those guys are your colleagues, including that guy over there who looks like nanamin with that old man being your boss," gojo said, to which ranpo snickered, fukuzawa's sweat fell, yosano merely gazed at, kyouka and kenji nodded, and kunikida looked perplexed.
"and you two," gojo said, pointing his spoon at chuuya, who simply arched a brow at him and said, "now, what?" with akutagawa glaring daggers at him.
"you guys are from the mafia and you're familiar with [name]?" gojo pointed out with narrowed eyes.
just as akutagawa was ready to dispute and say something unpleasant, chuuya interrupted him and spoke to gojo on their behalf, saying, "just so you know, we do not involve the chibi in our line of work. in fact, she stays very much out of it, if that's what you're worried about."
"chuuya's right, gojo-kun," dazai said with gojo already raising a brow at him, "we understand who and what [name]-chan is and how terribly young she is given her age, and just as powerful her special ability, err, abilities are, we make sure to keep her safe and that she is fed!"
"the armed detective agency ensures that [name]-chan is well taken care of, especially by dazai-san and the president," atsushi added, "in fact, the detective agency serves as her other home in another universe."
gojo's stern expression softened as he sighs deeply and shakes his head, "i see."
with that, gojo immediately lost the protective-father act and clasped his hands together, "well, that's settles it. i'm fine with it."
you then happily raised your arms in the air to celebrate, and croaked out a tiny sweet, "yay!"
"just like that?!" megumi cried out in disbelief.
"well, why else would they all be here saying all of that when it's not?" gojo raised a brow at megumi before laughing softly, "you know, thinking about it, these guys do kind of.. resemble us. take that kunikida-guy for example, doesn't he remind you of nanamin? or how that atsushi-guy acts like itadori-kun too?"
"that's not the point here!" megumi scoffed with a nerve protuded on his temple.
"and he acts like dazai," kunikida muttered his breath at the mention of him, shaking his head.
"aish, calm down, megumi-kun," gojo sighed as he began pouring some medicine in the spoon before turning towards you, gently nudging you to open your mouth to feed it to you, "if they had already wanted to hurt [name], they would have already. in fact, it was something i was already anticipating when i saw them in the room, especially with mister no-eyebrows over there. he kind of acts like you, by the way," gojo stated the last part, pointing at akutagawa.
"hey, watch your tongue or i'll cut you up!" akutagawa scowled at gojo at that.
"see?" gojo stifled a laugh at the threat, "he's so much like you back when you were little and [name]-chan was still a wee little baby."
megumi sighed deeply, shaking his head at gojo, "but still.."
gojo merely grins at megumi, then back at you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, "and besides, you know it yourself, megumi-kun. the second i find out that they have hurt [name], i won't hesitate to infinite void them up."
following that, chuuya, akutagawa, dazai, and even fukuzawa tense up a little at the abrupt change in manner that gojo now displayed, which was terrifyingly similar to dazai.
"that being said, it will be fine. i'm the strongest, and i can hurt them ten times over."
however, dazai simply laughed, causing gojo's tone and eyes to soften once again. he knows about gojo satoru, the limitless jujutsu sorcerer whom is considered the strongest in the world you resided in, and that's becayse you told dazai everything, from who your father was and what he was like to what he was capable of.
"don't worry, gojo-kun, rest assured that [name]-chan is in safe hands, and you know, we'll get along just fine," dazai said before giggling at you, "right, little bella?"
"mhm!" you happily hummed with a nod.
gojo stared at dazai at that, and it didn't take long for a smile to tug on his lips, it was almost mischievous yet similar to dazai.
"i have a bad feeling about this," muttered kunikida, causing chuuya to look up at him.
"you know what? i agree with you on that."
[ author's notes ! hi, tysm requesting and i hope this writing of mine sufficed to make you feel well. hope you're feeling better :) sadly, i wasn't able to write for the other characters, and only did gojo and megumi meeting them. ngl i feel like my writing for scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader is a tad rusty (which is why i kinda hate my writing for this one, felt like i didn't do the request, err, suggestion, justice) given how i haven't writen for it in such a long time. the request for it is closed, but i just couldn’t help myself to write it down and see what i can do !! much much love from me to those who read until the very end, and yeah, reblogs are appreciated !! ]
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JJK Men As You're Giving Birth
Gojo Satoru:
This dude is the definition of a little shit I'm not even joking 🙄 he's taking pictures of you looking a hot mess for "memories" 🙄🖕🏽
"Okay hunn' ima need you to give me one big push." the doctor instructed. You took one big breath attempting to push when your concentration broke from your annoying husband's voice. "Pft! Hehehe. Babe, you should see your face."
"Satoru," you seethed through gritted teeth. "Did you just take a picture of my face?"
"Hehe. I'm going to put it as my lock screen." You squeezed his hand attempting to hurt him but you already knew it wouldn't have an affect on this man, after all he's the 'strongest'. "I swear to God Satoru this is all your fault!" you shrilled.
"Eh? But you like it."
"Just shut up!" you began squeezing his hand harder as the contractions picked up. "That's it hunn'," encouraged your doctor. "Keep breathing like that." You looked up to see your husband smirking and, blame it on the pregnancy, but you saw red. "Toru, keep smirking and I won't ever let you cum in me again."
"Whoa now, don't say something so rash." "
Toru!"
"Oh look a head."
Kento Nanami:
I swear this man is literally a god send 🥹 he will let you talk your shit because he knows and understands that it's not easy to carry another human, especially considering the constant pressure on your bladder, pain in your back, boobs, and legs.
You squeezing his hand roughly was nothing in comparison to the pain you were feeling down below. Nanami leaned forward kissing your sweaty temple. "You're strong love, I know you can do this."
"Nanami," you choked out. "It hurts."
"I know love but you just have to give us one more push and he'll be out of there. Can you do it for me love? Hm?" You weakly nodded your head inhaling a large amount of air. You began to grunt and push, squeezing his hand again. What felt like an eternity of pushing finally ended when you heard your son's cry pierce the tense atmosphere. You instantly cried as you saw tufts of blonde hair, the umbilical chord still attached. Nanami leaned down planting another kiss to your temple. "You did so good love. I'm so proud of you."
Geto Suguru:
Much like Nanami he would be a god send HOWEVER he's an empath so your feelings of pain/negativity may rub off on him 😅
It has been more than 5 hours since you were in labor and your daughter still did not want to come out. The doctor recommended that you lean forward on your bed while standing making the dilation process speed up. "Suguru," you exhaled.
"Yes love?"
"I can not with her."
"What are you talking about?"
"She ain't even here and she's already working my nerves."
"Babe, don't say that."
"I just...why isn't she coming out yet?!"
"Baby, look at me." You looked up with tears in your eyes. He can't fault you for your frustrations, he's partially to blame too. Walking towards you he embraced you swaying side to side. "She'll come when she's ready and when she decides to I'll be right here."
Choso:
This poor sweet lamb 😅 he's such a nervous wreck he low key doesn't know what to do with himself
"Alright hunn' keep pushing, keep pushing!" instructed your doctor. You were squeezing the life out of Choso's hand but he didn't mind, as a mater of fact he was stuck. He saw a head come out and slowly after arms. "That's it! Keep pushing, keep pushing!" You took a huge breath and screamed, not fully registering that Choso was screaming along with you. The doctor didn't seem to mind, this was nothing new to her. She's seen all types of new expectant fathers so for one to be screaming with his wife wasn't an unusual sight. You paused, panting, glancing at your husband. He was panting too when your brain finally registered the low baritone screaming along with you belonged to him. "Pft. Baby was that you screaming along with me?"
"Yes," he shyly replied.
"Can you give me 2 more pushes hunn'? your doctor asked. You nodded your head, locked eyes with your husband; and as you began to push you both screamed at the top of your lungs.
Toji Fushiguro:
Much like Satoru he's a little shit. Not only will he allow you to talk your shit but he'll talk shit back to you 🙄🖕🏽
"Give me one big push." the doctor gently instructed. You took a deep breath, held it, and pushed. Your were gripping Toji's hand for dear life and the motherfucker had the audacity to look bored. "What's with your face?!"
"What the hell are you talkin' bout?"
"I'm sorry that this isn't entertaining to you." you spat out.
"You're making something out of nothing. Stop it."
"Or what?" Toji leaned down expertly planting a kiss on your head while whispering, "You don't want to know the answer to that." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, the pressure from Toji's hand tightening around yours. Surprising him, you pulled him towards you by the nape of his sweater, wanting to laugh at how his eyes nearly bugged out of his head if it weren't for the pain. "Baby," you purred. "We're not fucking for a while." He smirked as a new wave of contractions coursed through you causing you to give a tiny push. "We'll see about that."
Ryomen Sukuna:
He's trying to be the best supportive husband he can but much like Toji he's talking his shit: to you, the doctor, the staff 🙄 *le sigh*
"You almost got it babes I just need one more really big push and he will be out of your way. Can you do that for me babes?" you nodded to your doctor. Sukuna stood there looking pissed. "How long does it take for a baby to come out?"
"Kuna! Really?"
"I'm just saying all you have to do is push."
"All I have to do is push?" you incredulously asked. "All I have to do is push??!! Fuck you dawg! You wanna try pushing a big ass head out of a small hole?! No? Didn't think so! So shut the fuck up. I swear to gawd Kuna-" a wave of pain shot through you as you squeezed Sukuna's hand again. His eyebrow shot up as he slyly said, "I like that look on you, being in pain." Through gritted teeth you say, "Remind me to never let you cum inside of me again."
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Please I need some emotions...I need how all three would react to finding YN beat up or something. The emotions, the angst, the possessive and protectiveness....PLS I BEG OF YOU
Bet 🙏🏻
TW: graphic violence, fighting, shooting
y/cs = your callsign
initial situation -> you were out on a mission with your team to deal with a no-name terrorist group. Everything had gone well until the last standing member managed to slam the butt of his gun against the back of your head. You toppled to the ground in pain, vision peppered with black spots. "Fuck... you piece of shit." You hiss when he gets you on your back and starts beating down on you.
Ghost
He hadn't seen or heard of you after calling through the comms, so he grew worried. "Cap', y/cs hasn't responded to my inquiries, I'mma go 'ave a look." Ghost informs Price, who nods in return.
He was decently close with you, so it left a bitter taste in his mouth when you didn't respond. What if someone had managed to mortally injure you and you were laying somewhere and bleeding out?
Ghost hurried through the rooms of the mostly cleared building and came to a stop when he spotted one of the terrorists on top of you, his fists continuously beating down on your, by now unconscious, body. Then he saw red.
Simon ran towards the fucker who dared to touch you yanked him up by his vest, literally throwing him a few feet away from you before proceeding to punch his living daylights out. "Ya fuckin' dare to hurt one of our mates?! I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, damn cunt!"
He doesn't stop bashing his face in until it's a bloody mess, his fists dripping with the man's blood. He doesn't spare him another glance before going to check on you, blood running cold when he sees the state you're in. Simon's heart is beating out of his chest at the sight; your lip is busted and still slightly bleeding. There's also a laceration on your cheekbone and a nasty bruise forming around it, and not to forget the black eye you're starting to get.
Ghost exhales a shaky breath and gently scoops you up into his arms, careful not to hurt you any further. That bastard has probably beaten more places than just your face.
And he's going to kill them all by himself if he has to.
König
He had just finished absolutely obliterating five of the terrorists in another room and was about to check up on his team when he heard your pained cries from across the hall. König didn't waste any time, running to the source of the sound and kicking open the slightly ajar door.
The man was sitting on your stomach, violently beating you up; you try your best to kick him off, but he's too big. All you can do is try to shield your face, but it doesn't do much because he still got a few good hits on you.
But then you see your Colonel behind your attacker, distracting you enough to catch a fist to the jaw, and suddenly, you're out cold.
The giant colonel did not enjoy that. He picks the asshole up by the back of his collar and puts him in a chokehold. "You made a giant mistake here, du kleiner Bastard." König says into the terrorist's ear, sounding almost demonic, before he manhandles him around.
And then he breaks his back, like a stick that's being snapped over his knee. The man screams bloody murder, but König isn't done. Next, he breaks the arm he used to beat you up with, snapping it so hard the bone broke through the skin. And then the man went limp, either fell unconscious due to the pain, or straight up died.
He couldn't care less, though, as he tossed him aside and moved to kneel down next to your knocked out form. A pang of panic went through him as he hurriedly picked you up to evacuate and get you to a medic as soon as possible.
König is not going to lose you. Not when he finally found a new purpose.
Keegan
He witnessed it all through the scope of his sniper rifle, jaw clenched tightly. How dare this terrorist scum hurt you?
"Sergeant Russ here, I'm going in." He says into the comms before quickly making his way to where this man decided to touch something that wasn't his.
When Keegan arrived, you were already knocked out, his blood running cold. "You dare hurt my y/cs? Oh, you've made a grave mistake there." He says, voice dangerously low as he raises his assault rifle.
The terrorist on top of you freezes, arm raised back for another punch, but not plowing down again. "Get the fuck off of them, hands in the air."
The man does what he's told, but right when he's back on his feet, he moves to take out his gun, probably trying to shoot Keegan.
But instead, he aims it at you. Keegan's eyes widen, and without thinking, he shoots the terrorist straight through the forehead. The man's aim falters but still pulls the trigger, and the bullet lands inches from your face on the ground.
Keegan drops his rifle from the shock; that fucking man almost killed you right in front of him. His whole body is shaking as he flops down next to you, one hand gently caressing your cheek. "You're safe now. Let's go back to base." He says before slinging his rifle around himself and then picking you up and carrying you out of the building.
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Best friend!Eddie Munson who is secretly in love with you, but doesn't have the guts to do anything about it. Instead, he takes every opportunity to remind you that your ex is a dirtbag whenever he can.
eddie munsion x fem!reader, previous reader x male oc
890 words
no major warnings; unrequited love, jealous eddie, oblivious reader, pls excuse any typos!
If Eddie has to hear you mention your ex one more time, he is going to scream. Scream and scream until his rage could be heard in the deepest parts of the ocean. Fuck, maybe even aliens in another galaxy would hear how jealous Eddie Munson is.
If ever there was a physical embodiment of what it means to be a lying scumbag, it's your ex. Eddie doesn't know much about Rob (the Knob), but he's enough to make his blood boil at the slightest mention of him. And rightfully justified. Your ex, Rob, is a certified manwhore, fucking his way through half of Hawkins all while making you fall in love with a fantasy of you and him.
When you caught him with his dick shoved down Carol Perkins' throat, Eddie thought that'd be the last he would hear of him. You cried and cried, and he was there to glue back the pieces of your shattered heart. Just two months ago you had a ceremonial bonfire to burn the last of his possessions and now you're bouncing on your feet, giddy at the news that your ex is back for the summer.
It makes Eddie want to put his head through the wall.
You're hardly looking at him or else you'd see the annoyed look on his face. You're fluttering around his room, smiling and giddy even though you're trying to stay so casual about it. Your hands run over the various knickknacks and trash that cover his bedroom as he sits on his bed, counting his baggies in preparation for tonight's party.
"Do you think he'll be there tonight?"
Eddie groans, his hand flying to rub his face and he lets out an exasperated "Jesus Christ." Not that you hear him. You're too caught up remembering the good times with Rob. Granted there weren't exactly many happy memories, but enough for familiar happiness to spread through your veins. You don't even realize you're smiling
"Unless Harrington is making friends with lying scumbags who break their girlfriend's heart, I doubt it. But he used to be friends with Tommy Hagan so who knows."
He's not jealous. No, not at all. He's just protective. There's a difference.
Diverting his attention back to his black lunchbox, counting the baggies again just to distract himself. The green-eyed monster inside of him is making his stomach feel is a liter of Coke and you just dropped in a Mentos shaped like your shitty ex.
"He's changed, Eddieee," You whine, turning to face him. "You know he's studying business? That's like...really serious. Totally mature and grown up. You know, like what CEOs and accountants study."
That cuts deeper than Eddie would like to admit. He knows you don't mean to hurt him - you're just trying to justify wanting to see the person who shattered your heart - but it still makes his jaw clench.
Eddie wouldn't have the chance to go to university and get some stuffy degree that he wouldn't even care about. If clean up his act now, he might become a shift supervisor at the plant by the time he's 40. Maybe 35 if he cuts his hair.
He shakes his head, shoving the rest of the baggies into his lunchbox and locking it shut. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Not when you're hoping to run into Rob at tonight's party.
"Hey, come on now," He doesn't notice you've sat down across from him until you're holding his hand, your fingers fiddling with his rings. Your voice is more timid than before, "He's changed. He's maturing, he's not the same person he was. I know it."
It's like you're trying to convince yourself. He should say something comforting, but Eddie Munson doesn't do comfort if it means walking you towards another heartbreak like you're pig heading towards the slaughterhouse.
"Sweetheart, banging your university professor so you don't flunk out your second semester is not how you mature."
"That's just a rumor," You dismiss, dropping his hand much to his dismay. You cross your arms over your chest to protect you from the truth. Deep down, you know Rob hasn't changed. Eddie's snark is justified no matter how much you wish it isn't.
"Maybe. But he and O'Donnell were awfully close, just saying."
Your face churns in disgust, which makes him chuckle. "Gross, Eddie."
"Just reminding you in case you forgot."
You groan, turning around so you can fall back ontothe bed, "No, you're right. You're always right." You cover your eyes with your forearm for extra dramatics. "I'm going to die alone."
"Not true," He chuckles, placing his lunchbox on his nightstand so he can lay down next to you. "I bet if you keep feeding those strays, you'll have your own army of stray cats."
You groan despite the smile spreading across your lips. "That's even worse! Who the hell wants the crazy cat lady?"
Me, I do. That's what Eddie wants to say. He wants to hold your hand and tell you that he'll take you with our without an army stray cats. He'd take you in any way you'd have him.
It's what he should say.
But that means potentially ruining your friendship and that scares him more than you and your ex reconnecting. So instead, he cracks another joke at Rob's expense and this time you laugh and Eddie thinks another time. He'll tell you another time.
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my first time requesting im sorry if it sounds really bad or cringe ehehsbbejrr
how do you think Simon would react to someone who has a seashell collection they are v e r y overprotective of and they give him one of the seashells because they trust him???
selling seashells by the seashore? nope!
synopsis: what the ask said! + a bit more because i started to really get into it
warnings: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship, marriage, a glimpse into simon's private life, soap being soap
a/n: i’m literally on an island rn and i’m pretty sure this seagull is screaming at me so i thought this would be very fitting 😝
Simon definitely has his pockets filled, only with Moroccan sand and shells and rocks and…possibly a starfish? It’s not much, but truly it’s honest work when it comes to him picking up and inspecting every shell or sea cookie there is out here on this damn beach. Soap hollers at him from a few yards away, hand beckoning for him to come over.
“Ain’t this one a big ol' Lad?” Johnny says with his hand on his hip and the other pointing down at a huge mollusk, it’s opal and rainbowed color shone in the blazing sun.
The taller one smiled behind his mask and grunted as his knees popped, reaching down to pick it up. With a knife, he poked and prodded into whatever was in it, which was now just a dead, sandy mess at his feet. “Pretty, then again, anything prettier than your face, Johnny.”
Soap glared at him, “Yeah, at least I have a face.”
Simon missed you terribly. Miles and miles away, he just thinks about how his lovely spouse is on their daily walk down the beach, trading and finding pretty shells to show him once he gets back. You two do this every time he comes home. After a few days of resting (with mostly Simon either shutting off in his own room or hiding his face in the crook of your neck in your shared room), you sit him down on the kitchen table and pull out your beach bag to debrief about the new shells. Each one with a different story attached to it and each one you wanted to share and love.
“I got this one from a fisherman that caught it in his net when he went fishing in the Bahamas!” You showed him a huge, pink and white conch shell that was larger than both your hands combined.
Simon smiled at you and took your prized possession from your hands and inspected the shiny finishing of it. “You weren’t at the Bahamas, Lovie, what did you do to get it?”
“Oh I traded a hermit crab shell for his nephew’s crab.” You said fondly, petting the shell that looked normal sized in his own hands.
Simon pockets the large nautilus shell into his bag somewhere and feels his breast pocket for the small, spiral shell that you’ve gifted him. It was his birthday, the day you saw his toothy grin for the first time.
You had found a beautiful, black, spiral shell the size of a blade. Taking it home, you filed the tip into it was sharp enough to cut through…something, you thought. You don’t know what he exactly would cut, but it’ll come in handy right?
He cried that day when you sheepishly offered him this small gift box, a silver bow resting on the top of it. After you calmed him down and held onto his arm, he opened it and a goofy smile replaced his tears.
“I sharpened it, it’s like a…like uhm a shank?” You said, rather confused actually.
Your husband snorts at your reasoning and picks up the lustrous black shell into his hands. He examines it closely, spinning and turning it in his fingers to make it shine in different angles. With the hard padding of his index finger he grazed the tip of the shell, and sure enough, it was sharp. Simon huffs a laugh to himself thinking about how he could potentially use this as his next melee weapon.
“Do you…like it?” You ask him hesitantly, sitting across from him on the couch. Your own hand fidgeted with each other as you pull and push on your knuckles, making them pop gently.
The large man in front of you looks up at you, eyes a bit wide in confusion. A small gasp is heard from the parting of his lips and he softens his gaze, looking at you fully. He didn’t laugh at you, he laughed at himself. “It’s silly…to be killed with a seashell, hmm?”
Large hands found yours as he abandoned the shell temporarily on the safe coffee table. He kisses your forehead. “Of course I love it, my sea star…best gift ever.”
Simon knew that it wasn’t just a gift from his spouse that day. No that’d be too simple, and his life is anything but. That was a piece of you, your love for him manifesting in such a small, delicate object. To break it, was to break a piece of you…and you would raise hell if he did.
His face settled on a slightly less disgruntled face under his mask as he looked off into the coast. With a pat on the breast pocket of his vest, he pondered to himself, ‘This time, it’ll be different.’ This time he has his own collection to present to you. This time he knows you’ll be even more excited than that time you found a perfectly round sand dollar when he shows you these little treasures. Maybe this time you’ll even scream when he shows you this dried starfish.
But one thing’s for sure, he’ll come home to you after all this. And one day, there’ll be no more war, no more bloodshed, just two old spouses sitting on the beach, the sun rising steadily, and a wall of shells from coasts all around the world.
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The Final Straw:
Note: You ever see Mommy Dearest? That's Diana 100%
As like every Friday afternoon in the billowing NYC winter Aaron would escort you to the designated Deli round 11th street trecking through the snow in your giant furry coat wait with you for about half an hour before Diana turned up and then wave you goodbye as you both dissapeard round the corner. Then when he was lone he would tidy the house, catch up on his mechanics and catch up with Miles, but once the quite set in and Aaron was remined how alone he was in the house he would usually go out night walking until early hours once his hands went blue, but this weekend was different.
With each passing weak you seemed more and more reluctant to go see Diana, you would cry and beg not to go, lock your bedroom door only for Aaron to pick the lock rather than kick it down, last week he literally had to carry you to the Deli as you refused to walk, and it wasn't like Aaron was unaware to Diana's antics, but whenever he asked you...
Aaron: "Baby, why don't you wanna go to your Moms?"
Y/n: "I don't want to talk about it I just can't go"
Aaron: "I cant go to the court-"
Y/n: "I am so sick of court I hate it there why can't I just stay here!"
Aaron: "Because that's not how it works, but if she's hurting you" He tried to place a hand on your shoulder only for you to shove it off.
Y/n: "She's not hurting me, I just don't wanna talk about it"
Even your Auntie Rio could not pry whatever was happening out of you even with all the bribary of new clothes shopping wasn't enough and so reluctanlty Aaron handed you over to Diana every Friday afternoon.
Meanwhile, while Aaron re- re organised his record collection, you were being pressed onto the floor by your own mother as she squashed your face onto the carpet she pulled out a pair of scissors and while your face met the soft ground and you cried and screamed for her to get off you felt the blunt end of the blade on your neck and she began to snip taking off a large clump of your hair as you thrashed under your Mother.
Diana: "You think your so pretty? So pretty, you think your gorgeous you stupid ungrateful little bitch!" She screamed lifting your head only to slap it back onto the carpet floor.
Y/n: "Please Mommy stop!"
Diana: "I Put up with you all weekend, and you come back and every week!" She again slammed you head into the carpeted floor.
Diana: "And I make you pretty, I do your hair I make you beautiful and you throw it all away!" She's crying, you can feel her tears hit your face as she continues to snip.
Diana: "You wanna look like your father?!"
Y/n: "NO! MOMMY NO!"
Diana: "WE'LL SEE HOW PRETTY YOU ARE MATCHING THE BALD BASTARD!"
Y/n: "NOOO!" You screached out as you slipped out from under her, making a run for it down the hall and turning the door knob.
Diana: "GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!"
oh no oh no oh no
Just as the front door opens you feel her hand whisk past your head and you bolt down the hallway and out of the building, and as soon as you found yourself outside you knew you should have picked up your coat before dashing out, or at least put on more than your Pyjamas, onlookers observed you treking it back through the snow with no shoes on and with your hands under your armpits for warmth, it was so cold that your tears were freezing in the wind, you only got two blocks away before you heard police sirens, you froze on the spot only to turn to your right and see a familair face looking back at you in the darkness.
Jeff: "...Y/n?"
Y/n: "Oh...hey Uncle Jeff"
Jeff: "What are you doing ou- ARE YOU WEARING SHOES?!"
Y/n: "No..I didn't have time to put them on"
Jeff: "oh god Get in the car Y/n"
Y/n: "...I am in trouble?"
Jeff: "No No of course not just get in the car"
Y/n: "Can I sit in the front?"
Jeff: "Yes now come on in the car before you get frost bite"
And so once he opened the door you sat with your Uncle in the front of the police cruiser, wrapped in his winter coat like a baby in a blanket, you and Uncle Jeff never had a fantastic relationship so the drive was awfully awkward, though you did feel fancy fir being able to sit in the front of a police cruiser. As he drove in the direction of Diana's building your breathing became quick as your heart banged against your chest.
Y/n: "You can't take be back, I can't go back"
Jeff: "I'm not taking you back sweetie this is just the way back home"
Y/n: "...are you sure?"
Jeff: "Yes baby"
Jeff: "Did she cut your hair?"
Y/n: "No...I did"
Now, you never covered for your Mom out of love, only out the fear of how she may react, and what might happen to her if you really let the truth be told about how unhinged she could truly be.
Jeff: "Uh huh, you sure about that?"
Y/n: "Yeah, I used her scissors though"
Jeff: "Why did you only cut off one pig tail then? Is that a new trend, like a half n half look?"
why must he try and be funny, Just go on with it.
Y/n:" yes...This is a trend"
Jeff: "Y/n...You know you can tell us anything?"
Y/n: "I know"
Once you finally made it to Uncle Jeff's house where Miles was already asleep Rio was hysterically warming you up, making you tea, turning up the heating and pouring you a boiling hot bath that stinged to climb inside. And while you sat in the boiling bath your Auntie Rio cupped hot water in her hands and poured it onto your back in silence tutting to herself as she looked over your slightly bruised left cheek and half cut hair while Jeff in the next room called your father.
Calling Aaron Davis
Ring
Ring
Aaron: "Hello?"
Jeff: "Hey, uh so, Y/n's here"
Aaron: "What? Why isn't she at her Mom's?"
Jeff: "Well, uh we found her down her street barefoot"
Aaron: "What?! I-Jesus, oh my God okay, she she okay?"
Jeff: "Rio's got her in the bath...She's gone really quite I think she's in shock"
Aaron: "Okay, Okay I'll be over in ten"
And once Aaron got to the Morales home he saw you asleep curled up on the couch wearing a giant adult top. He sat next to you and rubbed your back lightly not wanting to wake you he whispered over to Jefferson.
Aaron: "What the fuck happened?!"
Jeff: "I don't know, I just found her wandering"
Rio: "I could not pry it out of here, I tried but she would not talk"
Aaron: "I can't...what happened to her hair?" He lightly pulled your hair to see half of it simply gone.
Jeff: "She said she did it, said it was a trend"
Rio: "I dout that, look at her"
Aaron: "It was Diana, this the type of thing she would do...I can't hand her over next week I won't"
Jeff: "Maybe File for emergency full custody, this will be enough to demand it"
Aaron: "Yeah...yeah" He mumbled stroking your head.
Aaron: "Ya'll mind if we sleepover, I don't wanna wake her"
Rio: "Of course" She nodded as she and Jeff made themselves back to their bedroom and Arron sprawled himself on the couch next to you, taking off his jacket and placing in on top of you.
Requets are open!
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I can't take it anymore.
I have nimona aus in my head that are just making me shake in place because I have to hold back the urge to scream and run around. I need to share them, might draw them soon if I can.
I'll start with Shapeshifter!Ballister au:
same events happened but with Ballister being the shape shifter.
despite being the monster that everyone feared, Ballister still believed that he can change the mindset of people by becoming a knight and protecting them. So he snuck in and, through the power and kindness of the queen(bless her), he was given a chance to become a knight.
he plans to reveal his true self once he accomplishes a big goal which is to save people from a great danger and gain their trust.
during the knighting of knights when the queen got killed, Ballister escaped by shapeshifting which made the people panic because "aaaa the monster is here and he is a part of the knights!". (Am torn if I should let him lose his arm or not)
ballister hides away in a tower that he accidentally stumbles upon.
the tower turns out to be nimona's hideout (she's human here).
nimona is an outcast orphan and infamous troublemaker that ambrosius had to constantly catch, but despite that, both are close to one another.
ambrosius is aware of her problems and is trying to help her out. So he's pretty soft for her.
she found him and recognized him as the shapeshifter in the news. she immediately asked him to shapeshift cause she thinks it's cool.
upon hearing what happened, nimona helps Ballister in proving his innocence.
skip to the part where he and nimona argue, Ballister tries to push her away because nimona almost died and that he starts to accept that he really is a monster who is bound to bring destruction and despair wherever he goes.
nimona tries to argue back but the institute found the hideout, Ballister escapes to the wishing well.
consumed in his grief, he transforms into a monster and enters the kingdom. Instead of walking to the statue to kill himself like what nimona did in the movie, he stays in one place instead and let's the institute kill him.
ambrosius notices how Ballister just stayed in one place and did not attack at all. It made him reconsider because it's literally the love of his life, they spend years together and there was not a single moment where Ballister had harmed him at all.
he ordered the knights to stand down but was ignored as they shoot Ballister, who in turn cried in pain. It made ambrosius's heart ache. He begged them to stand down
ballister stands up and shows his weak point so the knights can kill him. Ambrosius yells out.
but before they can shoot Ballister and kill him, nimona rushes in to stop everything. She talks him out of killing himself and ballister turns back into a human again.
both hugged and cried in each other's arms, meanwhile ambrosius looks at them from a far. He wants to hug Ballister and apologize for everything that he had done to him but opted to stay at a distance because he doesn't want to disturb them.
ballister looks up though and he can tell that ambrosius really wants to apologize and make things right. Nimona notices this tension and goes to ambrosius to nudge him towards ballister.
he approached ballister before stopping in a few inches to leave some space between him and Ballister. He apologized to Ballister about everything. Ballister accepted the apology with a hug and kiss.
it was happy for moment when suddenly they all heard a loud noise and see that the cannon was being turned towards the kingdom by the director herself because everyone doesn't wanna hurt Ballister anymore.
panic sets in and ambrosius tells everyone to evacuate in hopes that they might make it in time.
Ballister knows other wise. He's made up his mind and plans to save the people by sacrificing himself.
he hugs nimona and kisses ambrosius before sprinting away. Both nimona and ambrosius realizes what he is trying to do but were to late to stop him.
Ballister turns into a phoenix and destroys the cannon before it could hit the kingdom.
nimona and ambrosius hoped and prayed that Ballister would come back, but as the lights starts to fade nimona hugged ambrosius who, in turn, hugs her back. Both mourning over what happened.
time skip, nimona gets adopted by ambrosius and everyone sees Ballister as a hero and honored him.
nimona goes back to the lair where she first met Ballister. She goes inside looking around her, reminiscing of the things they did together there.
she smiled as she picked up one of the characters in the board game they played before.
she held the piece close, then-
"hey kid."
"HOLY SH-"
she called ambrosius afterwards and they all hugged each other.
That's all I have. Might change or add some stuff in the future, but for now have this. Feel free to make fanfics of this.
Actually please make a fanfic of this, I am bad at writing.
Next au is prince Ballister.
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