#HOW DO YOU GET TO BE PISSED OFF BUT NOT MEEEE? WHEN DO I GET TO BE PISSED OFF?
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─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘪. (𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦) 🍊
⤷ summary: saudi arabian and australian grands prix happen! y/n starts making vlogs for the races and it reveals more about her and a certain driver's feelings than she hoped, not that she notices. poor oscar's stuck in the middle of it all but he's trying his best!
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mclaren saudi arabia, you were beautiful even if the results weren't! ready for what's to come
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user1 admin not using a single nice photo of the drivers 😭
user2 admin be honest is this your revenge era
mclaren well, yes!
user3 HELP MEEEE
user4 the way lando looks at her 😭
user5 this is a place of business
user6 oscar looks petrified 💀
mclaren dw guys we're still training him!
oscarpiastri wtf why would u say it like that, i'm not a dog
mclaren full-time team mascot, part time driver
user7 admin drop the insta your so pretty 😭😭
user8 no literally, content of her WHERE
mclaren ynusername 🤲🏼
user9 LETS FUCKING GO
user10 HER DISSING HER OWN TEAM 💀 THEY'RE GONNA FIRE YOU GIRL
mclaren they don't pay me to LIE
user11 CRAZYY
user12 LANDO IS NEVER GETTING A GOOD PIC EVER AGAIN 😭
mclaren what can i say, i am no mans peace 🥱
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landonorris reporting you to hr
mclaren for what
landonorris idk harrassment or something
mclaren ok keyboard warrior, lets calm down 💀
user14 KEYBOARD WARRIOR HELEPSJSM
user15 i vote admin just takes over and we don't even get driver pictures
user16 real and true
user17 i fear we may have lost the plot
user18 thoughts on today's results
mclaren i'm trying to be positive in general but man
user19 LMAOOOOO
user20 ik the pr department is shaking in their boots after every post notif
mclaren probably! but unfortunately for everyone, i am going to keep doing whatever i want
user21 no more lando beef, mclaren admin?
mclaren i forget but i never forgive. i forgot why we were fighting but i stay hating bitches 🥱
landonorris literally WHAT DID I DO
mclaren IDK BUT IK U PISSED ME OFF 🫵
oscarpiastri diabolical photo choice
oscarpiastri i look like a little kid on picture day
mclaren so basically your everyday look
oscarpiastri yk what you are making this work environment very hostile
mclaren i can make it more hostile if you want 🤨
oscarpiastri nevermind!!!
maxfewtrell most flattering lando picture i've seen in years
mclaren that's saying something isn't it 🤩
user22 i went to haterville and they all knew you admin
mclaren they actually just elected me mayor there!!! 💪🏻
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ynusername if my admin duties don't kill me, i promise my caffeine addiction will! (:
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user23 be honest, how many coffees have you had today
ynusername 3!
user24 oh that's not that bad
ynusername +5
user24 JESUS CHRSUT
bsfusername at this point i think meth would be healthier
ynusername honestly yeah
ynusername thanks for the suggestion!!
user25 nooo admin don't do meth ur so sexy aha
ynusername that just made me want to do meth more
landonorris so what i'm hearing is buying you an espresso machine would get me in your good graces 😇
user26 oh brother here he goes
ynusername you must be deaf then
landonorris 😔 2 espresso machines?
ynusername i don't want ur dirty espresso machines 🙄
oscarpiastri now what car is that 🫵
ynusername SHHHHH
oscarpiastri TRAITOR
bsf2username when your not busy being super sexy on a race track, can we go thrifting and get sweetgreen and overpriced coffee 🙏🏼🙏🏼
ynusername this could've been an email, get this out of my comments 💀
ynusername but yeah obviously
user27 admin vlogs when 😔
ynusername SOON!!! very very soon
user28 mother feeding us once again
ynusername brb, adding single mom who works two jobs, loves her kids, and never stops to my resume
danielricciardo coffee recipe where?
ynusername in your dms now ‼️
danielricciardo is this flirting
ynusername no if i was flirting i would've told you to ask me in person, i'm just being charitable
landonorris can i get the coffee recipe too then 🤲🏼
ynusername wdy want next, my mugs? keep on walking charity case
user29 CHARITY CASE IS CRAZYDFHAJ
user30 she's so effortlessly funny and mean i love her
user31 i feel like this is so unprofessional /:
ynusername babe professional where, you are on??? my personal?? account???
user32 maybe she's born with it, maybe it's the fact that she's consumed enough caffeine to tranquelize a horse
user33 oh please the horse would be dead
ynusername call an ambulance, BUT NOT FOR ME ‼️💪🏻🗣️
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"This thing better be working," could be heard slightly muffled in between vague shuffling sounds. After a second or two of incoherent noise, the camera footage finally came on. Y/N smiled at herself in the camera as the recording light blinked to life, and raised her hand victoriously. She grabbed the smile microphone in front of her and laughed, "It looks like everything is working. Thank God, I wouldn't have known how to fix it otherwise."
"Alright everybody, welcome to the first race weekend vlog hosted by me! Your favorite McLaren admin and social manager. It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to go about this, but now I think I settled on a format that will work," She explained as she walked around the small, clean kitchen that was within frame of the camera. She pulled a glass jar out of her cabinets and left it on the counter before pulling a jug of cold brew and a cartridge of milk out of her fridge.
"It is currently 7:30 A.M on March 29th, and I have a flight to Melbourne in 3 hours. I'm already packed and ready for this weekend, but I wanted to get an introduction filmed and I wanted to take a shower before I left." Y/N paused for a moment as she poured the coffee into her mason jar until she seemed satisfied and began to add some milk. "I am totally exhausted so this is probably cup one of like," she laughed, "I don't know seven probably. And this is a pretty big jar I won't lie."
"The race weekend doesn't technically start until Friday, so I'll be getting there a bit early, but I wanted to film some content before the race weekend gets really hectic, so McLaren is sending me a little bit earlier. I'm excited though! I love the heat, even if I live in London the antithesis of Australian weather," she taste-tested her coffee and hummed in delight.
"God I really never miss with this stuff," she said contently. "Anyway, it's a bit of an early start today, but I'll have plenty of time to sleep on the fight. I mean can you believe that London to Melbourne is a nearly 22 hours," she scoffed. "I vote that we start making all of the races in one place so I don't have to feel jet lag more painful than the force of 1,000 suns every other weekend. Not that I'm complaining," she chuckled awkwardly, "I love my job McLaren please don't fire me."
Abruptly an orange tabby cat came into the frame of the camera, causing Y/N to abruptly grab her glass jar in the hopes of avoiding a mess. She gasped, but laughed as the cat scampered off as quickly as it had come. She shook her head fondly.
"That, ladies and gentleman, was Cali! My cat. She's literally my baby, and I love her more than anything else on this earth. However, she does have an affinity for hitting things off of counters and breaking them. She also hates men and nearly all other animals, so she's basically the world's biggest hazard to society. She's a good girl, I love her." Y/N explained between sips of coffee as she stared wistfully past the the frame of the camera, where it could be assumed Cali had gone.
Abruptly an alarm went off and Y/N threw her head back with a groan.
"That means I have to get in the shower and get ready so I can leave on time," she said, before taking a few more sips of coffee. "I'm going to go do that, and the next time you'll hear my beautiful voice will be at the Melbourne Airport! Cue the travel montage!"
An assortment of clips follow. Y/N is seen dragging her luggage through Heathrow Airport. Y/N is seen ordering another coffee at the airport, finishing the coffee, and ordering another before her flight. Y/N is seen responding to emails from her airplane seat, editing video footage, and responding to instragram and twitter comments. Footage is shown outside the plane window of a cloudy, blue sky and a time lapse is shown as the sky grows beautiful shades of pink and red before becoming a starry-night sky. Y/N is seen cozy in a throw blanket and a travel pillow, presumably asleep with headphones on. Y/N is shown pulling her luggage through the airport once again, with a brand new coffee cup in hand. She smiles, taking a sip before she is seen settled down in a seat in the bustling airport.
"Twenty-two or so hours later and I have finally landed in Melbourne. I'm waiting for my Uber to get here so I can finally be taken to my hotel to drop my stuff off. I have a meeting with the McLaren drivers in two hours, but luckily I slept really well on the plane. I don't know how else I would be able to deal with Lando Norris. I'm going to finish this coffee in order to maximize my tolerance for the next few hours, but I suspect I'll be getting a new coffee before I reach that meeting. My addiction truly knows no bounds," she laughs, trying to ignore the people vaguely shown within frame that are staring at her speaking to a camera.
The camera cuts abruptly and the waiting screen from SpongeBob flashes on the screen, including the narrator's voice reading "2 hours later."
Y/N is shown once again in new clothes, a new coffee cup in hand, and luggage replaced by a small canvas bag. Her comfortable plane clothes have been swapped out for jean shorts and a plain white tank-top. Her hair is clipped back out of her face, and she is adorned with simple gold jewelry and light makeup.
Y/N smiles at the camera as she walks, bustling and talking heard around her, before whispering into the small microphone, "I have arrived at the McLaren garage. It is now time to meet with Lord Lando and workplace mascot Oscar Piastri," the titles slip off her tongue sarcastically and she doesn't bother suppressing an eye-roll.
In the next clip, Oscar and Lando are seen seated on either side of her as they sit in what seems like a board-room. Lando leans over and whispers something that the camera doesn't pick up and Oscar laughs while Y/N grimaces and reaches forward to readjust the camera. When the camera comes back on, Lando and Oscar are seated together on the left of Y/N as she faces on angle toward both them and the camera.
"Don't just sit there and look pretty, say hello to the camera boys," Y/N says and Oscar cackles at the disgruntled look on Lando's face.
"Is that your way of calling me pretty Y/N," Lando chokes out between laughs, and Y/N scoffs with an eye-roll.
"I was actually talking about Oscar, but whatever floats your little papaya boat Norris," Y/N deadpans and Oscar doubles over from the force of his laughter at the pout on Lando's face.
"That's not nice at all, I hope you know that. I think I am sitting here very prettily, thank you very much," Lando says, leaning into the girl next to him to speak into her microphone.
Y/N draws the microphone back, swatting him away, "Yes, yes quite prettily," Y/N mocks in a British accent.
Oscar, still trying to recover, joins in, "Pretty little Lando Norris," and Y/N laughs jovially, reaching across Lando as if the boy weren't there to high-five the Austrialian driver.
"Bullies, the lot of you," Lando mumbles and Y/N brushes off his comment without response before finally facing the camera.
"Anyway, welcome to the first McLaren race weekend vlog. I'm Y/N L/N, the best media manager in the whole god damn world, and this is Lando Norris, the biggest pain in my ass, and Oscar Piastri, the second biggest pain in my ass. How are you feeling about Melbourne boys?" Y/N questions, transitioning smoothly much to the British driver's chagrin.
"Feeling proud to be the second biggest pain in the ass and not the first. Probably the only time i've been glad to get second actually," Oscar comments and Y/N laughs as Lando shakes his head in disappointment.
"But in all seriousness it is good to be home, this is easily my favorite race of the year seeing as it's my home race and i'm looking forward to, hopefully, good results from our team," Oscar supplies and Y/N nods along to his words.
"Yes, Australia, we are in you and we are happy about it," both boys choked out a laugh at the manager's sexual innuendo and Oscar quickly covered his mouth with his hand so as not to react too much. "What about you Lando what are you feeling," Y/N questioned, leaning the small microphone to the boy.
"Feeling like that was a stupid joke. And also like I am going to be getting P1 this weekend. I can feel it in my bones."
"Leave my jokes alone Lando, you're not being paid to be a critic," she scoffed, "and if I recall, you said the same thing in Saudi Arabia not that long ago. What's changed now?"
Lando rolled his eyes, "What's changed is that we're in Australia now and I'm feeling much more confident."
"Well thank god for that," Y/N supplied unhelpfully as Oscar laughed.
"Now, what we really came here for, it's time to film a video for this channel, it's going to be a fan Q and A, I picked the questions. By the time this vlog is up, the QnA should've already been posted. So feel free to stop watching this and to go watch that or whatever," Y/N commented. "After that we're going to film a TikTok challenge," both and Lando and Oscar grimaced, but Y/N ignored their dismay at the idea of fiming yet another TikTok, so cue the montage! Filming time!" Y/N exclaimed and the screen transitioned to a new series of clips.
In the first clip Oscar and Lando were sitting in two chairs while Y/N sat across from them with a set of notecards.
"Lando, this question from user "ln4mania" asks, "Are you and admin actually friends? Or is the online beef real? The people demand answers!" Y/N reads off with a laugh.
"Do you hear that, the people demand answers Lando! Don't keep them waiting!" Oscar and Y/N laugh as Lando shakes his head and tucks his face into his hands.
"There is no beef, guys. Me and admin, or rather me and Y/N are just fine. We hadn't even actually met when that happened," Lando supplied between laughs. Y/N looked at the camera and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, faux-disagreeing with the boy.
She ignored the simmering pit of disappointment in her stomach. She did in fact have a problem with entitled little Lando Norris who still gave her side-eyed looks and judgmental stares whenever he saw her. If that wasn't humiliating enough, Oscar had clearly noticed it too, which just gave Y/N the feeling that she wasn't being taken seriously at all now that Oscar understood Lando's lack of respect for Y/N. However that didn't matter in the current moment. All that mattered was making this video.
The next clip showed Lando and Oscar sitting at a table with bowls of water in front of them and towels strewn across a chair just within frame of the camera. Y/N stood behind them, hands rested in their hair as she reacted to the prompts being read by someone, an unnamed media intern, off-camera.
"Who is harder to make videos with?" The intern asked and Y/N huffed out a laugh as she let her hands fully grasp Lando's curls and push him into the water quickly. He sputtered, trying to blink the water out of his eyes as Y/N laughed at the wet-puppy dog look he was sporting.
Y/N tried to shake the ridiculous desire to let her hands run through the soft curls underneath her finger tips. Curse Lando and whatever stupidly good, rich-person hair routine he used that made him smell good and look good, and... whatever.
Lando, blinking water out of his eyes, was now undoubtedly certain that being damn-near waterboarded was worth it if it meant that Y/N would laugh like that again. He knew Oscar would harass him again later for being "down-bad" or something along those lines- as he had done every time he caught the man staring-, but as he caught a glimpse of Y/N's bright smile and shaking shoulders, he found he didn't really care.
The next clip showed Oscar, Lando, Y/N, and a laughing media intern as they all dried off- somehow all having become wet through the course of filming. Y/N dried herself off quickly, taking a sip of her newly refilled coffee, not seeing the way that only the camera and Oscar saw Lando stared at her until the driver was nudged back into focus on drying himself off.
A title-card once again came on the screen with white words on a photo collage of Australian grand-prix candids that Y/N had taken, reading "Race montage? More likely than you'd think."
Footage was shown of the free practice sessions. Oscar and Lando getting in and out of their cars. Engineers along the pit wall going over data. The team speaking incoherently, going over the game plan for Sunday's race. Oscar and Lando greeting fans, signing merch, and posing for photos. Y/N smiling and waving at a cheering crowd of people before staring at the camera incredulously with a small caption reading: "Omg she's famous your honor". More clips showed Lando laughing as Oscar tossed grapes and Lando moved to catch them with his mouth. Lando nearly choking as Y/N cackled in the background. Multiple clips showing Y/N with a fresh coffee, and another... and another, as Oscar's face in the background grew with concern. Zak Brown explaining to Y/N the dangers of caffeine overdose, and the need for moderation. Y/N explaining to Zak Brown that without coffee she would simply collapse and die, which the camera showed did nothing to ease her concern. Y/N getting caps signed by the drivers for fans and walking away with intricate friendship bracelets decorating her wrists.
And finally footage of the race. The engineers in the garage. The pit-crew changing tires. The cars racing past as Y/N watched attentively. Footage of the crowd as they cheered when the cars whizzed past. Smiling faces of fans. Y/N's cheers as Oscar and Lando passed. The smiling faces of McLaren employees as Lando and Oscar crossed the checkered flag in P6 and P8 respectively.
Y/N accepting hugs from both drivers, ignoring the burning sensation in her stomach as Lando wrapped his arms around her with a smile and a laugh. Y/N calling Lando smelly and telling him to go wash off if he wants to hug her next time, and him rolling his eyes at her fondly before making a face at the camera. The podium celebration is shown and Y/N smiles as the anthem plays, even though it's not for her own team.
The final clip is shown of Y/N in her hotel room, comfortable in sweats as she sits on the unmade bed.
"Not bad results this week guys! P6 for Lando and P8 for Oscar, which are good points for the team. I'm happy on my end, I think we got some good content filmed, and I am now ready to go to sleep so I can get home to Cali and my own bed quicker. I hope you enjoyed this video, and if you didn't don't tell me because I don't care!" Y/N jokes with a smile.
"Hopefully I will see you all at the next race, if not the race after that! Bye papaya fans, and be sure to follow us on instagram and all of the other social platforms!" Y/N exclaimed, gesturing to the list of the social media handles that appeared on her right hand side.
And with that, the camera cut to black.
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ynusername afraid to report that i fought jetlag and lost 😔 i did sleep for 25 hours straight after melbourne and i had no clue where i was when i woke up! shout out cali for waking me up 🙏🏼 best friend frl
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bsfusername i'm going to try not to be offended by that caption (love you bb cali) but FUCK YOU CAUSE I BOUGHT YOUR ASS BREAKFAST
ynusername my bad! s/o to that bomb ass omlette 🤩
bsfusername never doing shit for you again
user34 that vlog was god tier, how long did that take
ynusername it took 7 hours of editing and years off my life, thanks so much for asking 🥳
maxverstappen1 thanks again for those podium photos! you have a gift for photography 💪🏻
ynusername don't mention it! 👍🏼
ynusername (no seriously, mclaren might behead me)
mclaren beheading is so last year. firing squad. 🗣️
user35 not y/n threatening herself 💀
oscarpiastri suprised your body didn't naturally wake up for coffee
ynusername it did! just 25 hours later
user36 your poor cat was literally starving for a whole day? youre a horrible owner
ynusername let me introduce you to god's greatest creation: the automatic feeder!!! i'm sure they can mail one to whatever fucking rock you live under!
user37 PERIODDDD
user38 me personally? i'd never log on again
user39 she needs a personal channel 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i'd subscribe
user40 her cat is so cute 😭😭😭 gimme that
ynusername 🫵 STAY BACK HEATHEN, NO ONE TOUCHES CALI AND LIVES
user40 my bad fam 🧍🏻♀️
user41 i want someone to love me as much as she loves that mean ass cat
landonorris don't you have a job to be doing 💀💀 she slept through a full work day
user42 lando always on her ass and for whattttt
user43 obsessed obsessed obsessed
ynusername i had the day off! but not the guy who was streaming video games coming for me 🥱 talking bout get a job
user44 lando and y/n beefing on insta again? we're so back
user45 at this point instagram comment beef isn't enough, they need to duel or some shit
user46 the caffeine addiction almost got her guys
ynusername i wish it would, then i wouldn't have to work with lando's annoying ass
landonorris I CAN SEE YOUR COMMENTS???
ynusername THAT'S THE POINT
user47 honestly just give her a gun atp, these men test her too damn much
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user48 NURSE 🫵 SHE'S RIGHT HERE
user49 no fr, like let's get back to bed grandma
user50 OP, are you concussed?
user51 no actually cause didn't y/n just say she wanted to khs working with him 💀💀
pastryboy81 that sign can't stop me, because i can't read!
user53 OK I ACTUALLY SEE THE VISION
user54 ARE YOUR EYES CLOSED???!1!1
user55 i fear i totally get it 😔
user56 it's giving enemies to lovers, secret relationship type vibe lowkkkk
user57 no deadass like he hugged her reallll tight
user58 she also hugged oscar 😭😭?? and he has a whole gf
user59 the way she shoved him off and told him he reeked not 5 seconds after 💀 delusion is a disease yall
user60 someone call the f1 gossip pages cause 😗
user61 more like someone call the ward cause somethings real off with yall 🤨
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my mum: you've been doing really good lately. every part of your life is really stable and you seem genuinely happy, it's great to see :)
me, who's felt like ive been going actually crazy bananas insane for months now: yeah haha
#sometimes i forget that 'being in total control of my emotions at all times' isn't just my cringe lore & is actually something im good at#like wdym my MUM said this. girl im experiencing horrors over here!#i got really offended by it? ilke i just smiled at her and agreed but inside i was like HELLOOOOO CAN ANYONE HEAR MEEEE#i just genuinely feel like i am so detached from myself and im entirely manipulative and i micromanage every facet of my personality#and change it day-to-day person-to-person and not in the Normal Human Way but in a crazy insane I Am Manipulating People Way#& it's a CONSCIOUS thing & like. idk who the real me is idk if there is a real me idk if id like her if i saw her idk if im a good person#but i look like im doing fine. i seem really stable and happy atm according to the person who knows me better than anyone#like that's the extent of my control on myself. even my mum cant tell. HUH#idk i feel like im being dramatic bc last week and this week ive definitely been feeling a lot better#and like maybe i was just having some sort of months-long episode but that doesnt negate the fact that while i was IN it no one could tell#not even the closest people to me that see me every day in the same house where im most vulnerable could tell#that's like. worrying surely. maybe. i think. whatever im just saying shit at this point#i always do this tho i go 'i fundamentally base my self-worth on how little i share vulnerability with people#and it's been a constant part of my personality since childhood that i dont talk about my feelings' and then i get SO pissed off#when people dont realise im going through shit. like girl what did you THINK was gonna happen. look inwards#hella goes home
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Left the train and went into the ubahn and when i left it i looked right at the bavaria statue.... I might get sick
#THEY DO N O T HAVE A UBAHN IN HD HOW WILL I EVER COPE.....#and lets just say my friend who's also moving there is pissing me the fuck off because i planned everything AGAIN#and he didnt get enough sleep (I LET HIM PIC THE TRAIN) so he was tired and annoyed at everything at the end of the trip#and google maps lied to me ONE TIME (AFTER I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY CHECKING OUT EVERYTHING ON GOOGLE MAPS I EVEN LED HIM TO HIS STUDENT HOUSI#NG) and he freaks out and then after loudly proclaiming he wants to sleep on the train ride back he just annoys me to get my attention#and he gets in this moods where he nonstop repeats if i still like him goooood of course i do were friends BUT YOURE PISSING ME OFF!#HOW DO YOU GET TO BE PISSED OFF BUT NOT MEEEE? WHEN DO I GET TO BE PISSED OFF?#anyways im JUST A LITTLE GIRL. I DONT WANT TO MOVE OUT 😭😭😭#but the contract on my apartment is one year and then im probably doing an exchange semester and then ill try to get another one#and then its one semester left and my bachelor essay so..... i cant even really move back 😭😭😭 can i???????#ITS JUST THREE YEARS.... NINTH TO TWELTH GRADE WAS NOTHING..... actually thats so true sham youre so smart#im ok again#anways lets just say i hope my friend goes through a huge arc when he moves to hd because hes so used to being babied imo..... like#he needs to get the urge to INITIATE on his OWN#IM OVER IT! I AM OVER IT! AND IM HOME! IN MY BEAUTIFUL BED!#AND I WILL WATCH A MINECRAFT VIDEO! AND SLEEP!#sham!s rambles#and then pick my modules... awks
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Iffff by chance you do pjo characters aged up you should do Leo Valdez x Reader where reader brings Leo home from a party and he’s drunk. Just reader taking care of Leo while he’s loopy and crazy flirtatious (like he already was but while he’s drunk it’s prob crazy) anywayy thanks for doing all these requests sorry if we are all overworking you with our requests 😭🫶
.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.★ Im drunk, lets makeout!☽
Leo Valdez x Fem!Dionysus!Reader
Synopsis: taking care of a super drunk Leo after a party!!
Tag(s): BLURB, drinking and getting drunk😛, cursing
Word Count: 937
Hosting parties may be your thing, or more so literally in your blood to do, it's nice to kickback and let someone else do the work for you. You, your boyfriend Leo, and a few other friends were currently visiting Percy and Annabeth in new Rome, celebrating their new engagement!
You never find yourself getting more than tipsy, so you always end up stuck being dd (designated driver). That's fine with you, your drunk friends are funny, especially your boyfriend. Leo always thinks he's soo philosophical after a couple Smirnoff shots.
Lights were flashing in a colorful array, there were balloons and streamers everywhere, and glitter covering not only the room, but all the people in said room. You and Piper were dancing together with plastic cups in hand when you notice Leo approaching. He comes from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he covers your cheek in wet kisses.
"Loooook its my favoriteeee girlfriend EVEERRRR," Leo cheered in between kisses.
"Like you've had other girlfriends," Piper joked, making you hold in a laugh.
"Someones jealous," Leo snapped his fingers in Pipers face, making her hold her hands up in surrender. "Anywayssss!!"
He turned you around and started planting kisses all over your face, saying how much he missed you. "Not enough to pry yourself away from the alcohol I suppose," you joked.
"Ohhh come onnnn, I'm practi," hic ",pratically sober."
"I can smell the 'red, white and berry' on your breathe."
Leo waved his hand, "that's notthingg."
You chuckled, waving bye to Piper, and taking Leo's hands in yours. "It's time to head home."
"What?? But there's still more 'red, white and berry' left," he whined as you dragged him off, saying bye to people as you made your way to the door.
"I thought you were sober," you questioned sarcastically. Leo gasped, putting his free hand over his mouth. "Gotcha."
You did your best to walk Leo to the car as fast as you could, which was... well, hard. He kept getting distracted every two seconds, whether it was a painting on a wall, or him grabbing a flower from a bush and plucking it in your hair.
"You're so romantic."
"I know."
Finally, you made it to your car and were now on your way to the hotel you two were staying at. You guys made it, though in all honesty you would've made it there faster if Leo didn't make you pull over so he could piss on a tree. He's so perfect!!!
"Just a few more steps," you were struggling with the card, swiping it five times before the light finally turned green. "Come on, in we go."
"Look at you, so," hic, "flirty and shit, getting me in your hotel room."
"You bought the room."
"Your point?" He collapsed on the bed, "so comfy."
"Oh my gods Leo no you're covered in glitter," you cried out as you dragged his off to the bathroom. While you dragging him off to the bathroom, you were subtly ignoring his flirting.
"Hey why're you ignoring me," he pouted while moving in so close your eyelashes were basically touching.
"You're covered in glitter and I'm trying to get you in some comfier clothes," you kissed his nose. "And you're distracting me."
Leo huffed and started unbuttoning his shirt. "If you wanted me naked you could've said that," he shrugged like that was obvious and threw his shirt somewhere off to the side.
"Calm down Casanova," you handed Leo one of the fluffy robes hanging on the bathroom door. "Here."
"Only if you match with meeee!!" You smiled and grabbed the other robe, taking off your dress under and quickly slipping on the robe. "I can't even get a peak," he pouted again.
"You're adorable when you're drunk," you rubbed circles into his arm and plopped Leo down on your shared bed. "One sec."
You walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed some water for Leo, you thought about throwing it over to him, but he can barely catch even when sober. "Drink up."
You held up the bottle to his mouth, "you treat me so well mamas," he slurred as he took the bottle from your hand. He chugged the bottle before throwing it into the trashcan, well, he threw it at the trash can, he did in fact miss. Leo sat up with his back against the headboard as he laid you down on his chest, between his legs. "We should get married."
You opened your eyes wide, slowly looking up at your doting boyfriend. He just stared off into the distance without a thought behind his eyes. "What?"
"What? I love you, you love me, isn't that why people get married?"
"Yeah, but people aren't normally drowning in vodka when they ask," you laughed.
"Are you saying you don't want to marry me," he frowned.
"I'd marry you if you proposed with a ring pop, I'm saying ask me again when you're sober," you leaned up and kissed his lips. "Alright?"
"Sounds good to me," he cheered, then he quickly changed the subject. "I'm hungry."
"You know, me too," you agreed and sat up to find the hotel phone.
He pulled you back into his chest, making you laugh. "Nooo don't leave meee."
"I'm just reaching for the phone," you straddled him and held both his hands in one of yours. You leaned over to the nightstand to grab the phone, dialing for room service.
Not gonna lie, its really hard to order chicken tenders when your boyfriend won't stop moaning into the phone like a 14 year old boy.
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heyy can u do a dom choso and sub reader with brat taming and spanking (i sent rhe same request but i worded it wrong)
𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎
„𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄”
: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!!
: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, some sexxxxx, brat taming, praising, some degrading, spanking(?), dom!choso, sub!reader. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.
: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.17K
* dark mode recommended
* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; yurrr. i feel like ya caught on to the fact that i really like writing for choso…okay but that’s obvious. he just so fine. i also don’t know how good imma do this but i’ll figure sum out. ANYWAY REBLOG TO SUPPORT MEEEE AND IF YOU WANT MORE :D
did you ever learn? you had choso treating you like you’re his daughter because you didn’t know how to behave yourself. he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t piss him off a little.
you were ignoring choso because he wouldn’t buy you the dress that you wanted. you were at that mall, gripping onto his clothes, begging and pleading for this dress but choso just had a stale face and he’d tell you no as calmly as he possibly could. but you could hear the slight annoyance behind his relaxed tone.
it’s been a few days and the silent treatment was driving him insane. not only that. it was pissing him off. the second you came through the door of that apartment, he’d grab you and pin you against the wall and smash his lips onto yours, kissing you with pure passion behind it but the aggression was kicking within him. after that, he moved his mouth up to your ear.
“get your ass to the bed….now.” he commanded before he let go of you. “and you better be ready when i get in there…you got thirty seconds.”
you were confused at first but you didn’t want to piss choso off any more than he seemed to be. you headed into his room and got on the bed, removing your clothes as you did.
the bedroom door opened and there stood choso with that usual bored expression that had a hint of lust and mischief behind them. he’d take his shirt off and climb on top of you, his bare chest making contact with yours. he kissed and sucked on your neck, making marks that were sure to turn purple when he was done with you.
“you piss me off so fucking bad,” he said in your ear, “but i can get you in order. just be a good girl and listen to what i tell you to do.”
choso slapped your thighs before he gripped onto them tightly, forcing your legs apart. his fingers moved slowly from your waist down to your soaked cunt. the male smirked before tracing your entrance. he glanced at you.
“i wanna make you feel good but i don’t know…” he paused, “i don’t think you deserve it. maybe i should make you beg first.”
“what do you-” you started but choso’s hand quickly covered your mouth. he glared at you.
“did i say you could speak? you speak when i say you can.” the violet eyed male boomed. with his other hand, he pressed his digits into your entrance after licking his fingers as if you weren’t wet enough already.
he’d pump his fingers in and out of you as he listened to your muffled moans underneath his hand. he was looking you in your eyes as he fucked you with his fingers. choso moved his hand off of your mouth. just when you believed you could moan out loud without choso getting in your way, he’d smash his lips onto yours again, consuming your moans.
his tongue pushed through your lips and danced around yours. as he kissed you, you could feel his fingers curling up inside you, finding your sweet spot. you immediately crumbled underneath him. you tried to grab onto his hand and push him away but he slapped your hand away and continued to finger you, being more aggressive now that you tried to stop him.
you were pissing him off even more but he was enjoying hearing you pleas for him to stop or slow down. he would pin your wrist down to the bed over your head and just when you were about to have your release, he removed his fingers from you.
“don’t think i’m done because i took my fingers out,” choso looked at you, sticking his fingers in your mouth to make you taste your own fluids. he wouldn’t move his hand until you licked him clean. as he was doing this, you genuinely thought he was torturing you…but you liked it and you weren’t going to stop him from what he was doing to you.
again, choso pushed your legs apart a little more, feeling satisfied after he prepped you. he wanted to hear you drown in pleasure now. he would pull down his boxers, revealing his hardened member. he didn’t waste any time. choso forced his length into you. you yelped as you felt everything hit you all at once.
choso’s groaned as he sank down into you, biting his lip. “take all of me. you were doing so good. don’t get scared now.”
his strokes were slow at first, trying to ease you into it and trying to get you used to being stretched out by him. your moans and you folding underneath him made him wanna go faster, though. so he did. choso was slamming into you, his pelvis making direct contact with yours.
“now, i told you about acting up but you don’t listen to me,” choso rasped, his eyes narrowing down at you. “i’m starting to think you like being punished all the time. you’re a dirty little girl, you know that? you need to be taught some respect.”
his words made your heart drop. his voice was just so soothing and the fact that he was degrading you…it excited you a bit more. he was probably right about you enjoying this a bit more than you should.
your moans progressively got louder. you were starting to think if his neighbors could hear any of this. slowly, your eyes began wandering around the room. choso didn’t like that, though. he put his free hand under your chin and forced you to look at him. you could feel him squeezing your cheeks a bit but not enough for it to hurt.
“don’t look over there, look at me. i want you to look me in my eyes when i’m fucking you.”
of course, you wanted to listen to him before he made your entire body sore but it was harder than you thought. your eyes began to get lazy and they rolled back into your head. tears formed into your eyes. you never thought someone as distant and quiet as him could be so aggressive in his own way.
“choso,” you moan softly, putting your arms around him and kissing him. he moaned in your mouth as his hips continued to move back and forth with each stroke. he loved the feeling of being milked by you. he wished he could make this last forever…but he was here to teach you a lesson. he wiped the tears from your eyes.
“don’t cry. this is punishment—fuck…” choso groaned as he reached his climax at the same time as you did. the two of you were panting, trying to catch your breaths. he’d pull out of you and lie down beside you, putting kisses on your neck and shoulder then rested his head onto the pillow beside you.
“i hope you learned your lesson. don’t make me repeat myself.” choso rubbed his tired eyes. “sleep well, princess.”
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
⋆｡࿇ ·࣭࣪̇˖ 𖦹°༅༚
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Heartsteel Kayn HC -
If you want any specific prompts, characters, etc. Send me an ask or comment below and I would be happy to fill your request!
~mostly fluff, possessiveness, semi-dom-ish~
As the bands crazy over the top bad boy, one wouldn't expect Kayn to be a softie when it comes to his lover, but oh boy is he. He gets flustered if you show affection to him in front of his bandmates but will pounce on you if he feels like anyone is giving you a little too much attention in order to show them that you're his. "Don't ever let anyone touch you unless it's me, you understand?"
Kayn loves to get you irritated. He wants you to snap and push him so he has a reason to use the "you're cute when you're mad" line. He will constantly do little things like tickle you randomly or knock something over next to you like a cat to try and get you riled up. "Awh, did I piss you off? What are you going to do about it?"
When Kayn wants attention, he will literally nab you from wherever you are and force you to be around him (i.e. if you're relaxing on the couch, he will literally come pick you up, sit down and place you on his lap). If you're not in the same place as him, he will be blowing up your phone while considering how long it would take to show up to wherever you are. "I've missed you." "Why are you ignoring meeee?" "Isn't this more comfortable?"
Kayn's kisses change depending on his mood. His Rhaast side is wild- pushing you against the wall, grabbing your chin and claiming your lips. When he isn't feeling Rhaast-y, he may give you a featherlight kiss while whispering sweet things to you or on the other hand, claim your mouth likes he's a man starving for the taste of you. "You're mine." "Let me see that pretty mouth of yours."
When you argue, like genuine irritation toward one another, Kayn tends to go into quiet mode. He isn't ghosting you, necessarily, because he will constantly be doing little things like sending a coffee to your office while you're at work. You know it's him, because he's the only one besides you that remembers exactly how you like your coffee. When he is done brooding, even if you're still upset with him, he will pick you up from wherever you are and ensure that by the end of the night the only thing you will be feeling is him. "The only thing that's going to remain in that pretty little head of yours is how much you crave me."
Goodbyes are never easy with Kayn. He is too damn obsessed with you to willingly let you leave. He will whine, confiscate your keys, get you flustered, etc. just to make it so you don't want to leave either. "Please don't go, I'll be so bored without you..." "I'm sure there are better things, or people, to do instead of whatever it is you're doing."
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auahaagg i saw you write for big mouth and i’m here now to give you a request…
if you write nsfw for big mouth, could you do nsfw headcanons of judd being a hard dom with a sub/fem!reader?
thank you in advance!
im gonna do sex on a laddyyyy and the ladys gonna do sex on meeee
hello anon! thank you for a big mouth request <33 and the first one for BM too! if you want to request anything from BM, I only write smut for characters above 18, so I will not write anything NSFW for andrew, nick, or any other characters.
I also find this funny because I wrote this while my health science teacher was talking about sex haha
warnings: nsfw headcanons (ofc), knife play, this is not vanilla, HOLY SHIT I SPELT VINALLA RIGHT, hate fuck??, d/s, fem! reader, CNC.
by clicking read more you consent to anything and everything in the warnings
-judd would not be a virgin. he 100% lost his virginity right out the womb HHAHA. but saying he’s not a virgin would make him a cherry popper, change my mind. i know for a fact this man has a weird obsession with taking your virginity and making sure he’s the only one who does.
-omg would fuck you in his t-shirt because he hates when you wear it.
-hard. core. kinks. does smoking count? because you guys will get high and/or smoke while having sex, preferably, while your on your knees and hands while he gently (or not so gently) pushes into your warm cunt. knife play, breath play, iceplay, bondage, CNC. nothing is better to him than having a hand around your neck while he presses a knife to your stomach, gently tracing circles with the tip of the knife; or playing around with some CNC. judd is dark, and I mean d-a-r-k. he probably enjoys a fantasy of drugging your drink/food, watching you fall unconscious next to him, Judd then tying you up on his bed and cutting your clothes off and watching you until you wake up. (with consent, that's the whole idea of CNC)
-face fucking!!!! he’ll have you on your knees, or your head hanging off the back of his bed while he fucks your mouth. he would keep going until your face and throat are numb, fingernails causing little crescents in his hips. he much prefers to receive rather than give, but he’s not opposed to doing 69, or going down on you if you asked nice enough. (aka begged until you were thoroughly embarrassed with yourself.)
-did judd have a bad day? is judd jealous? did you do something to piss him off? he’s 100% a hard dom and would slap you around/manhandle you during sex.
- early morning quickies before your job in the back of his van. (let's be honest, if your dating judd, your probably skipping school.) saying you were on birth control, he’d probably cum inside and make you sit in it for the rest of the day. (please don’t do this tinkle after you sex)
-don’t try to dom him, it aint gonna work. it’ll be a cold day in hell before judd birch becomes a sub. and, no pegging. sorry my ladies and lads.
-OK OK he’ll throw around orders without too much care, telling you exactly how he wants his dick sucked, to speed up or slow down, to get on his lap. and he’s so blunt about it too, like he’s been doing it since he was three.
-low/deep groans. those sounds can turn blake Sheldon gay.
-his degradation skills are dangerous. it’s pretty rare, but sometimes he’ll throw i a small praise at the end of a degradation sentence. “your such a slut, whining from something so little? my good little whore.” D56FYG7UHIJ
-his favorite is when he can make you cry from pleasure. that's when he knows he did a good job, that and when you can’t walk the next day.
-SADISM. he’s such a big sadist, and you better be a masochist. he loves, loves LOVES to scratch/bite, or slap you. he also finds it accomplishing when you leave scratch marks down his back. it lowkey freaked diane out when she saw all the marks and bruises, but understood it was just rough play once she saw the same marks on judd.
-also big on somnophilia? something about watching you sleep so peacefully stirs his dick. maybe its the fact your so helpless? he just loves watching your sleepy breath pick up as he runs his fingers over your folds.
-and then to wrap things up, his aftercare game is ass. most he’ll do is throw his shirt at you and then watch a movie with you. sometimes he’ll shower with you, but then it turns to shower sex. haha.
PLEASE send more bm requests I love writing for it
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Toji would freak the f out if reader tried to conctact her mom from the afterlife using her powers. Is like that scene with the guy walkibg with the pizzas and see the room on fire.
Toji walking into your room with takeout: hey, baby! I got us lunch- WOAH OMG WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!? Y/N, GET AWAY FROM THAT!
And baby Y/n is just sitting on her playmat with a confused look, not realising her dad's freaking out over the dead woman that is ominously sitting behind you. You've practically made the woman come back to life, crawl out from her grave, and is now having a tea party with you.
Baby Y/n probably just goes: huh? Dad! Have you met my mom?! Isn't she so cool? And so beautiful?
And the mom in question has twigs and mud all over her, black stuff coming out of her mouth, pale skin and visible bones, as she just glares at him.
Toji, sweating bullets: u-uh yeah, sure! Y/n, sweetie, come here. *you skip over happily to him* why don't you go bring your mom something to eat?
Y/n, nods and runs to the kitchen to find her HK snacks: okay!
Toji, turning towards your mom: it was nice seeing you again but you're gonna have to leave now-
Dead mom: you... you didn't even call meeee....jerkkkk. And I gave birth to our beautiful childdd...
Toji: sorry about that, but I didn't know you were pregnant. Besides! It's you who left after giving birth! You vanished into thin air!
Dead mom, throwing your stuffie at Toji: your bleached hair cousin killed me!
Toji: ohhh... that makes a lot of sense. See, I didn't know that. But seriously, you're still gonna have to go!
Dead mom: why?why can't I be with my child? Why should I be away from her?
Toji: because she can't grow up with a dead mother. It's gonna mess her up, and if you haven't already realised it when she summoned you, she isn't already normal. So, for her sake, leave.
Dead mom:
Toji: how about this? Before I drop you off at the cemetery, I can take you and Y/n out to the carnival? Its Halloween, nobody will realise that you're dead. They'll think it's really great makeup.
Dead Mom: fair enough. But there's one more stop you need to drop me off before going to the cemetery.
Toji: where?
Dead Mom: where does Naoya live again?
Toji: why- ohhh. Consider it done, actually, I'm gonna come along with you. I wanna watch him piss his pants at the sight of you.
Y/n, running back in with arms full of snacks: I'm back! Let's eat! Wait, dad?
Toji: yeah, baby?
Y/n: did you kiss mom yet?
Toji: what?
Y/n: you didn't kiss mom? Please kiss mom! That's what mom's and dad's do!
Toji: sweetie, I don't think it's necessary-
Dead Mom, smirking: I think it is. Kiss me, Toji. Kiss me.
Y/n: kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Toji, mumbles: fuck.
And while no pictures were taken, I do like Tom imagine that perhaps Toji managed to capture 1 photo of all 3 of you at the carnival, laughing and smiling at the camera (with u obviously dressed as Hello Kitty, your mom as a zombie, and Toji as Mario), and he keeps that photo on him at all times💖
#yandere toji fushiguro#yandere toji#yandere naoya#yandere naoya zenin#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro x reader#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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First: I'm sorry, I know you just stated an event and I've been sending a bunch of requests, so PLEASE take your time and put off anything you need to! Never feel obligated to fulfill a request if you've got other stuff going on, I promise I'm understanding of the fact that we all have lives and other things going on in them.
Second: Apologizing a second time, because I decided to send this one in (I had it saved in my drafts and was going to scrap it) because I got really sad and needed some comedy.
Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kokonoi, and Draken with an S/O who playfully runs away from them when they're about the be questioned regarding pranks being pulled on them (I.E. hiding Draken's tools in unusual places, putting sticky notes on their clothes with funny messages that make others giggle, drawing cat whiskers on Chifuyu with washable markers but while he sleeps) S/O be like: "Wha? WHO DID THAT? Uh-uh, not me, NO sir! Innocent till proven guilty," and if they chase S/O: "AAAAAH IT WASN'T MEEEE!"
A/N: sorry for the late answer, life hit and holy fuck it is unnecessarily stressful sometimes huh?
Kazutora:
What you did: Left a funny note on the back of his shirt
okay kazutora wants a good start back in life, and when people start laughing at him it makes him a little suspicious again
he has no clue what he is wearing half the time, muchless cares to looks for a message
…why do i feel like he might get a little mad?
in private, ofc
he would rant about it to you for a good while and it is hard to keep your composure
“…you wrote it on my back?”
… he chases you for hours, beware.
Mikey:
What you did: Didn’t give him a flag on his food
you’re his flag person, how could you forget a flag for him?!
throws a damn tantrum and calls up draken so that he will come to bring the flag for him
”you don’t have my flag? …why.?”
he gets so sad oml
“I just forgot it, that’s all. It’s in my bag at home…”
he glares at you for a good day or so (or more)
Chifuyu:
What you did: Drew a cat in sharpie on his chest
chifuyu shows his chest at meetings. okay that sounds weird. he goes on rants and for some reason breaks out his chest and wabam, there is a huge cat face he didn’t know about on full display
mikey has to stiffle a laugh since this is an official meeting, but chifuyu flat out leaves
”did you seriously draw on my chest last night?”
”me? noooo, I would never. Hey i gotta go walk peke j outside to go swimming, i gotta go-“
poor baby
Baji:
What you did: Hid his favorite hairbrush
this man is a DIVA and will FIGHT for his hairbrush
anyways, hr gets so pissed and reminds me of inosuke randomly yelling
”WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH”
… you’re the only one in the house. obviously it was you. duh.
he questions you day in and out trying to solve the ‘mystery’, but when it shows up mysteriously the next day, he tackles you again for questioning
no literally, tackles you onto the bed and asks you sm 💀
Koko:
What you did: stored a wad of cash for tonight’s dinner/shopping elsewhere
he doesn’t really care until you throw a fake fit saying how much you had been looking forward to paying in cash for your stuff
then he perked up, but got nervous instead
he often misplaces things, but never his money. thought it wad a robbery and checked the cameras, only to find you snooping around
he is fine w it though, he even plays along and acts dumb
”you know i saw you on the cameras, right?”
”me? no. that was my.. sister, koko. we looks identical heh.”
Draken:
What you did: ‘Accidentally’ misplaced a few of his tools
you can not be playing games the man is on a TIME CRUNCH
he flips the whole shop upside down before you rush in to stop with panic
”baby it was just a prank! they’re over there.” you usher him to a corner where everything was neatly places, and a huge sigh escapes his lips
not only was everything there instead of robbed, it was all still organized neatly enough to his liking
he has a different approach and pecks your lips with a small ‘thanks’ before going back to work
a total mystery 💁♀️
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Hiiii its meeee :] Could you tell us a bit about Noa ? How did she meet Hugo ? I've been thinking about her latelyyyy... Also, does she have a reference sheet of some kind ? For no particular reasonnn (<- planning on drawing her)
AAAAHHH HI FRIEND!!!! <3 I’d love to tell you about her!!
Noa Elizabeth Simmons (She/Her) is a powerhouse in Hyperion, having climbed her way to her position as President of Weapons Development through many forms of deception, manipulation, and overall perfectionism. She's an expert when it comes to all things related to weapons, and is one hell of a shot (her job is more managerial, but she enjoys it when she actually gets to shoot stuff lol). Like many in Hyperion, she’s always looking for ways to reach the top, wanting that control and power for herself. She’s known for being confident and narcissistic, believing she’s better than everyone and being critical of others, especially their intelligence and/or fashion choices. Having been born on Eden-5 was a big cause of that, as she was raised in a very wealthy and influential family who constantly worried about their image and pushed her to be the best. Her parents were often emotionally distant and cold, which caused her to have issues with processing emotions and things of that nature (talking about her feelings makes her uncomfortable). She doesn’t trust people easily, and has a very difficult time getting close to people. Being vulnerable around others makes her uncomfortable, because it feels like they have some sort of power over her. She likes being the one in control. She’s also French, and frequently switches between speaking English and French (or the equivalent of those languages in that world lol).
She's also a very logical thinker, often listening to her brain first instead of her heart. Overthinking is a pretty much a normal process for her; it's only natural to extensively work through things in order to reach a rational conclusion. But when things don't have a clear answer (like love), that's when she gets stuck and ties herself in a metaphorical knot. She's in her head most of the time, and that ends up doing her more harm than good.
And despite her cold exterior and bitterness, she's actually a pretty sensitive and compassionate person, secretly needing companionship (although she always tries to convince herself that she doesn't and/or it's not a good idea). When she does take a liking to someone, she gives them special treatment (giving them gifts, bringing them along with her whenever she has to do business/finding reasons to see them, giving them advice about things, protecting them, etc). She is also a good listener, and will happily listen to someone rant or gossip to her about anything they want. Just as long as she likes that person. She might tell them to "casse-toi" (piss off) if she doesn't know them that well lol
Another thing about her is that she's a lover of the arts, often painting in her free time and visiting art galleries/exhibitions every now and then. She always makes an effort to dress stylishly, even when she's alone, and takes a lot of pride in her appearance. Flowers and tea are also something she really likes (and is VERY particular about the quality of tea she drinks and how it's brewed. She wants it to be done right).
As for how Noa met Hugo, I imagine she'd meet him when he accidentally walks in on her having a meeting with Henderson, wanting to talk with his boss about his (not so) upcoming promotion. When they see each other again later on, when Henderson isn't around, he ends up lying to her about how important he is and what position he has to try to give himself a bit of a social advantage (he thought she was also middle management). However, she knew right off the bat that he wasn't telling the truth at all, because it takes a liar to know a liar. She decided to play along anyway, letting him dig himself deeper and deeper so he would have more trouble trying to get out of those lies. For funsies. And also to sort of manipulate him into killing Henderson for her. And it works out for both of them, in a way. Noa has Henderson dead, and Hugo gets to back up his claims of being Senior Vice President while also catching her attention. Seems like a win-win to her.
And she does have a reference sheet!! I initially designed her to be a sort of antagonistic character and for her to look Hyperion (and she works for them and likes what she does, so yeah, she's a bad guy) She's a snake and I love her for it! <3
#thank you for asking about her!!!#and i'd LOVE to see you draw her!!#you have my full permission lol#s/i: noa simmons#tftbl#borderlands oc#magnuficentwo#long post
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Barefoot
Inspired by my family members who always told little me growing up to not let a boy ever get me barefoot and pregnant.
Also not very good because I wrote the vast majority of this while very hypoglycemic and depressed lmao
Summary: 4.2k. Cloud’s dreams are dead. Shinra didn’t pan out. The city wasn’t for him. So he’s back in Nibelheim, forever a country boy. But you’re here, too, and you’re just happy he filled his promise to come back safe. Cloud is satisfied with his future in this sleepy town as long as you’re in it, but what’s this about you wanting to leave for school?
Alternative summary: Your small town boyfriend kills your big city dreams before anyone else can.
Pairing: yandere!Cloud x reader
Warnings: Forced breeding/baby-trapping, impregnation, reader is AFAB and referred to as a mom, Cloud kills your dreams, dubcon, manipulation, talk of abortion, not proofread bc it's meeee
MDNI – NSFW – 18+ only – take care of yourself
Barefoot
The sun is setting. Some of the Chocobos in the town’s ranch are scattered about, already settled for a good sleep. From the water tower, they look like puffs of bright yellow pollen gathered in the grass, at least when they tuck their heads against their wings. Normally, you’re filling the silence between you and Cloud with your happy chatter about your favorites—whom you have named Peep and Meep—but your words are in short supply today.
Cloud glances down at your hand. It’s next to his. So close… He could just grab it. Why aren’t you holding his hand? Has he brushed you off too many times? As he ponders the possibilities of why you might be mad at him, he misses the sight of you repeatedly parting your lips and closing them again.
“Did I piss you off?” Cloud finally asks. He can’t think of anything specific as to why you’d be angry or sad. You’ve been happy lately, maybe a little lost in thought, but things have been going well. He’s back in Nibelheim. You two are officially together. His mother is thrilled and adores you, your father approves of him, and you’re happy he kept to his promise to come back to you. So what’s the problem?
“What?” You snap out of your thoughts and finally look at him with wide eyes. You look tired—not physically, but mentally. Something is eating away at you. “I—no, no, I’m not mad.” You laugh, more to comfort him than anything. “I was just—erm, thinking, that’s all.”
Cloud grunts, a crooked frown on his face. He stares in to your eyes for a moment longer, searching for any signs of a lie, and finally accepts it as the truth and looks back at the Chocobos. “What are you thinking about, then?” He should have figured. You thought a lot—frequently, you thought too much. You had yet to take his advice to knock it off.
“Um…” You aren’t looking at the Chocobos. You’re looking at your hands, and then your kicking feet, and then your hands again as you rub circles in to your palms with your thumbs until your skin is red and raw. “I’ve been thinking that I want to learn more. A-about healing. You know, if anyone gets hurt out here, there’s not much we can do.”
Cloud nods. He knows this isn’t why you’re rubbing your own skin off your hand. “That’s a good idea,” he says, ignoring the anxiety rising in his gut. “One of the traveling doctors should be coming by next month; maybe you can—”
“Actually, I wanted to go to the city and study there.”
That’s why you’re so anxious. Why you’re tense and your voice is tremulous. Why you two aren’t spending your time on the water tower talking about Chocobos, chatting about your days, or making out. Cloud hides his surprise well, but it still takes him a moment to be able to speak.
“The city, huh?”
“Mm-hm.” This time, he’s silent. You stop agitating your palm to place your hand over his, but it feels wrong. “There’s a practitioner program there. I’ve saved some money for the tuition—and it’s not that long! I’d be back soon.”
“And how long is ‘not that long’?” he questions, turning his head to look at you again.
Your nervous smile drops, and your gaze shifts to the side. “A year and a half,” you admit, squinting. Cloud bristles at your words, and you return to trying to comfort him. “I know! But I’ll come back here afterwards. And I can visit on breaks—or you can visit me. I’ll write all the time, too.”
This cannot be happening. He goes through all that bullshit with Shinra, has to swallow his pride and come back a failure to you, and now that you two are settled, you want to leave? No way.
“Cloud, please,” you murmur, squeezing his hand. “I can’t be a merc like you. You know this place is… Th-there aren’t a lot of opportunities for me here. I have to make my own.”
Cloud scowls. “You think it’ll be better in the city?” he grumbles. He wants to rip his hand away from you. He wants to brush you off and tell you it doesn’t matter, but he can’t. He can’t do that to you—certainly not now, when the threat of you leaving him is looming. “Trust me, you’re the last person that should go there. You wouldn’t last a day.”
“I have to try,” you insist. “I know it didn’t work for you, but—” You see the raw emotion that flares in his eyes. Wrong path to take. You change the course of your words, hoping it’s not too late. “Cloud, my only option in Nibelheim is to one day stay at home for a husband to look after our kids.”
“What’s wrong with that?” It hurts a little bit, how disturbed you sound when you say the word “husband.” When did your futures diverge like this? Was it his fault for leaving first? “We can get married. You don’t have to worry—”
“I want more than that, Cloud. I want my own life.”
You were right, and he knew it. You were like his mother when she was younger. He heard the stories of how adventurous and bold she had been, how she had defiantly claimed that she would never be a housewife—she would be a traveler. And yet, she had fallen for a man who did all the traveling instead, who left and died and now she was alone and all her dreams were gone.
And even though he sees longing in her eyes sometimes, all his mind focuses on now is one word from you: kids. Children bind people together forever, whether they like it or not. A child was the same thing that tethered his mother to this place—even his father, before his death. Maybe his mother still mourns her dead dreams, but she was otherwise happy, right? You could be, too.
Cloud finally reciprocates your grip on his hand and intertwines your fingers. He softens the scowl on his face for you. “When are you planning on leaving?” he asks, bringing your hand in to his lap.
“The end of spring,” you answer, scooting closer to him. “So we still have two months together.”
“Then we should make the most of it.”
In the dark, it’s pretty easy for him to get away with “accidentally” tearing the condom when he opens it without you even noticing—especially when you’re so worried about someone seeing you two while he fucks you behind a barn. You aren’t normally so agreeable to sex anywhere other than his house, but today is different. Maybe you feel guilty. Maybe you’re excited because you think you’ll actually get to follow your dreams. Doesn’t matter.
Leaving it all up to one ripped condom is too risky, so over the coming days, Cloud gets to researching. He’d never really thought of himself as father material, not until now. He’d learn to be a good one, though. Or not—he was pretty sure you weren’t keen on kids, but you’d probably learn to love it. Eventually. And if you really didn’t, then there were options to get rid of it in the city. After you were married to him, and only then and with his permission—there was no other way. The village aunties wouldn’t allow otherwise. Neither would your father.
So Cloud reads about pregnancy and fertility when he has downtime. He tracks your cycle as best he can by going through your things and counting your pads. He pokes holes in every condom the both of you own and gives you grapefruit juice every morning to screw up the birth control you take. And he fucks you every day, of course—he even keeps you on his cock for a while after, in the hopes that it might increase the chance of something taking.
The clock is ticking, though. There’s only two weeks left until you leave, and you’ve shown no signs of pregnancy. No backache, nausea, or fatigue. If anything, you’re more energetic—always excited about school. About leaving him. That’s what rings through his mind as guilt fills his chest when he slips off the condom mid-sex. You deserve this. Who cares if it’s wrong? It’s not like you’d ever find out, and when you see the mess he’s made, he’ll just say it was an accident. An honest mistake. You’ll believe him—you always do.
It’s a week until you leave now, and you have still not voiced any changes. No weight gain. Nothing. He’s running out of time, and he knows it.
“You can stay a little longer,” Cloud insists, holding you by your wrist. You’ve started packing your bags, taking what you can of your home—another slap in the face to him. If you really leave, you’ll even deprive him of the ability to go to your room and be among your possessions. “You said the program doesn’t start for another few weeks.”
You smile at him in a tender, almost pitying way. You slide his hand off of your wrist and return to folding a blouse. “I want time to get settled in,” you remind him. “You know I’ve never been to the city before.” You want to suggest that he come with you and show you around, but you know how it will go. He’ll shut you out the second you try.
Cloud snatches another shirt from your hands and tosses it across your room. “You don’t need that much time,” he argues as you sigh. “You can stay. At least… another two weeks.”
You narrow your eyes at him. Damn—you shouldn’t have looked in his eyes. You’re certain he must be aware of the effect his eyes have on you when he softens his gaze and gives you those big blue puppy eyes. He even juts out his lower lip, ever so slightly. You’ve never been able to say no to that face, and this time is no different.
“A week,” you offer, crossing your arms over your chest.
“A week and a half,” he counters. A smirk crosses his face for a quick second, but he replaces it with the pout you know, love, and also hate.
“Fine,” you groan, slouching your shoulders. You comb your fingers through your hair and sigh down at your half-packed bag. “Fine. I can stay an extra week and a half.”
He’s bought a little more time, but he knows you will try to leave eventually. Cloud wraps his arm around your waist and draws you closer; he’s thought of backup plans, in case you never do get pregnant. He could just… take you. You’d be pissed, but it’s not like you could do anything to stop him. Still, he’d rather not go that far unless absolutely necessary. If there’s any chance he can just get you to settle down on your own, he’ll take it.
You lean in to him, and he decides to seize this opportunity, too. His fingers creep down to the hem of your skirt; you try to hold it in place, but he just lifts it up anyway in the back.
“Wearing those for me?” he teases, snapping the waistband of your pink panties.
“You’ve been insatiable lately,” you grumble, swatting his hands away. “You can’t give me a break?”
“Nope.”
And he means it. Cloud’s hands are already on you, his lips against your jaw as he slowly guides you to your bed. It feels nice, but you still pull away and rest your hands on his chest.
“Cloud,” you whine, “Not here. What if my dad—”
“The door’s locked,” he says with a shrug. “Don’t worry so much.”
“What if he comes home and—”
“He won’t. But if he does, I’ll just tell him I was taking good care of you.”
He looks annoyingly proud of himself. You open your mouth to sass him back, but he’s already kissing you again. You’ve known Cloud for years—you started fooling around when you were still a little younger and a lot dumber. Neither of you were skilled at first, but you know each other’s bodies well, and he knows every spot that makes your toes curl. You resign yourself to your fate as he pushes you on to your bed.
This is the you he’s used to. You put up a fight sometimes—you have to look decent, keep your reputation as someone respectable and capable—but you always give in to him. Why does it have to be different when it comes to the city? What’s so special about it? His misery comes out in the form of a harsher bite to your throat than usual.
“Cloud!” you scold, “T-try to be careful. You know how annoying it is to cover up hickeys.”
He doesn’t even think about listening to you. “Then don’t cover them,” he mutters, before lowering his head again to suck at the same spot.
“Asshole.”
“Mhm.”
Even as you grumble and complain at him, he can still feel how wet you are when he shoves his hand down your panties without warning. Some of the fire in your eyes dies out as he toys with you, replaced with something soft and wanting. You scowl and voice another complaint when he pulls his hand away to undo his belt and strip out of his shirt. He doesn’t bother to do the same for you; he decides lifting up your shirt and tossing your panties on the floor is good enough.
Cloud grips you by your thighs as he looks you over. Fucking you on your childhood bed under your father’s roof probably won’t earn him any points with your family, but they don’t need to know—and if they do find out, they’ll have to put up with him once you’re knocked up anyway. Cloud feels you shudder when he just barely penetrates you; as much as you’ve griped at him today, you’re still excited. Unusually excited, even for you.
“Take your time,” you quip, resting an arm above your head. “Not like anyone else could walk in here.”
“Brat.”
As punishment for your sass, Cloud thrusts in to you without warning or hesitation. You cry out and grip your sheets, but it puts it an end to your mouthiness at least. He doesn’t let up, though; he’s now intent on pounding you into nothing on your bed as he forces your knees to your ears.
“C-Cloud…” You want to tell him to stop, but you don’t. It feels good, even if the bed is creaking loudly and you feel like a pretzel and you think did he put on a condom? He’s hitting the perfect spot and your moans are getting louder, your fears of being heard slowly dissipating from your mind. Fuck it—if he’s this set on railing you like this, you may as well fully enjoy it. “Harder, please!”
You feel his nails curl in to your thighs. He laughs at your demand, but acquiesces. Normally, Cloud focuses on your face, the expressions of pleasure on it, and your breasts as they bounce. Right now, though, his gaze continues to be drawn to your belly. He releases one of your thighs and rests his hand over your lower belly, pressing down like he’s trying to feel his own cock inside of you.
He can’t help but think of you—pregnant, waiting at home for him. You’d look cute, he’s certain. Adorable, even. You can’t leave. You can’t do anything. No one in town is going to let you work while pregnant, and every village auntie and uncle will have their eyes on you. Watching out for you. Watching you. Knowing that he’s the reason you’re tethered here, that he’s the one who snapped you back to reality and kept you here, that he’s the one you belong to. That’s what pregnancy really is, isn’t it? Ownership—using your body as a tool, forever changing it.
And then he realizes that your breasts look a little larger today. Your belly feels different—a little firmer. You normally have a smattering of acne around this time, too, somewhere on your body. Your face or your chest or your back, but there’s nothing. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but it spurs him on nonetheless. You feel like you’re going to break in two with how rough he’s being, although moans spill from your lips anyway as your shame leaves you and you play with your clit.
Cloud puts his teeth to your neck as he feels pleasure run through your body. You contract around him, your chest and core tightening while your throat releases tiny, pathetic squeaks. He’s turned you into a trembling mess on your bed, probably permanently stained the same sheets you’ve had since you were a kid. The ones with unicorns and stars on them that you’ve always loved. He knows it’s awful of him to enjoy the sight, and awful of him to enjoy the thought of breeding you, but the pleasure from it outweighs any shame. The moment you mewl his name, he cums. He thrusts as deep as he can and uses his weight to keep you in place; he’s not going to let you waste a single drop.
“Cloud,” you eke out. You feel… warm. Very, very warm. You know this feeling—it happened recently when he said a condom broke. And you don’t remember him putting one on this time. “Cloud, Cloud!”
“What?” he snaps, resting his head against the crook of your neck.
“You had a condom on, right?” Your heart is racing again, but more from the acid that’s crawling up your throat than the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you. “Right?”
Cloud thrums and shifts; he pulls out a little, only to sink deeper inside of you again. You can feel his cum oozing out of you, dripping on to your precious pink sheets below. “Didn’t have one on me,” he mutters. “You’re on birth control, anyway. Doesn’t make a difference.” He reaches his hand up to squeeze your cheeks. “Don’t worry so much.”
You scowl up at your ceiling. You hate that it feels good; you chalk it up to some sort of primal instinct that tries to encourage reproduction. “Help me clean up, then,” you order, starting to push up on his chest. “And let’s pray my birth control is working.”
“No need,” he says, finally pulling away from you. “You know I’ll always take care of you. So quit worrying.”
“Easy for you to say. Come on, hurry up before anyone comes back.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Cloud is fortunate that you’re not very good at holding grudges, even though you try; you complain a bit when he pulls you on to his lap the next day, but ultimately give in. And the day after that. And the day after that. And on the day after that, it’s you that starts it, even inviting him to your room. While you recover on your floor, still annoyed about your sheets, he pretends to clean himself up in your bathroom.
You haven’t used any pads in a while. Your appetite is different lately. You’re hornier, for sure. And your breasts are definitely bigger; he grabs them enough that he’d notice even the slightest change. Your skin is still clear, too; he wonders if this is what people mean by the glow that people get when they’re pregnant. You must be pregnant. You have to be; there’s no other reason this would all be happening. Not like it’ll hurt to keep trying, just to be sure, up to the very last moment.
It’s the night before you leave, and you’ve invited him up to the water tower. You’re hiding behind it, staring down at the earth below like it’s going to swallow you up. You wish it would, especially when he wraps his arms around you from behind and places a kiss on your neck.
“Cloud,” you breathe, frozen in place. You don’t reciprocate his touch, but you at least don’t pull away either. One of his hands comes to rest on your belly, and it makes you feel like throwing up.
“Thought you’d want to go to bed early,” he says, rubbing a small circle over your stomach. “Tomorrow’s the big day, huh?” The bitterness in his voice is gone now. He knows what this is about.
“I… yeah…” You clear your throat. You have to just spit it out. You thought about dealing with it on your own—it’s not like there aren’t those kinds of options in the city. But you can’t. All your savings are gone, poured into your hopes and dreams in the city; your family wouldn’t lend you the money without a good enough explanation, and it just brought unwanted questions. Cloud was your last hope. “Cloud, I-I have something to tell you.”
You turn to face him, but you aren’t able to look him in the eye. Not now. Cloud looks you over as you struggle to piece together your next words. Loose dress. Messy hair. Tired eyes. Your lips are dry and chapped. If you weren’t about to tell him such wonderful news, he’d just bend you over here and now; it’s hard for him to resist you when you look so helpless.
“I’m pregnant,” you finally spit out. You sneak a glance at his face; his eyes are wide, but his lips have twitched into a smile. “I-I took a test. I took a lot of tests… I, um—you don’t have to—”
Cloud wraps his arms around you again. It’s comforting and scary at the same time. “You look terrified,” he says, stroking your frizzy hair. “Don’t be. I told you I’d take care of you.”
“Then… you’ll help me—”
“You’ll make a great mom, anyway,” he interjects, completely ignoring the question you wanted to ask. He knows exactly what it is, and he’ll tell you “no” if he really has to, but it’s easier to avoid that subject for now. He doesn’t have to worry, anyway. Who else will you turn to? The moment he announces it, you’ll have the whole town chaining you here. And the village aunties certainly won’t let you try anything. Your father definitely won’t let it go, and he’d force a marriage whether you’d like it or not. “We can get married. Probably soon before anyone starts talking.”
Fuck. Fuck. This was not how he was supposed to respond. You knew Cloud; you knew he was not fond of kids. If anyone was to grumble a bit and tell you to take some cash, head to a clinic, you thought it would be him. So what happened? Why was this man, who had never expressed any desire to be a family man or tied down in any way, suddenly talking about marriage, a child, and your family’s approval? Why did he look so happy, so smug?
“I still want to go to the city,” you manage to say, your voice as tremulous as your lower lip. “I want to get an education.”
Cloud laughs—a short, mocking laugh. “How are you gonna manage that now?” he teases. “You can’t do this alone. Maybe—maybe after. When the kid’s older.” It was a lie, but by then, you’d forget about it. You wouldn’t care about it anymore. You’d be broken in, like every other woman here. Except Tifa, maybe, and she was fortunately leaving very soon for her boyfriend in the city.
“Cloud,” you plead, finally looking into his eyes. He looks so fucking happy, and as angry as it makes you, you also know you can’t resist those puppy dog eyes.
“Be realistic,” he insists. “Your dad would lose his shit if you tried. It’s going to be okay; I’ll go over tomorrow and get permission, we’ll get married, and then we can tell everyone.” He would absolutely be letting it slip to a few of the biggest gossips in town, but you didn’t need to know that. As tears well in your eyes, he cups your face and lifts your hanging head again. “Relax. You don’t need to worry about anything now. I’ll always take care of you. You can just stay home with the kid.”
He’s right. Fuck. He’s right. You can’t get an abortion. You can’t run away. This town will grab you and drag you down—it already is. No one will let you leave with a child holding you here. In just a few minutes, you have been forced to watch all your hopes and dreams be swallowed up by the dirt of this town.
And he knows it. He’ll let you cry it out later. If you’ve calmed down, maybe he’ll let you sneak off and get an abortion—he’ll make up some lie to all the townsfolk. For now, at least, there’s no hope of you leaving. Even if you never truly accept that, he’ll just knock you up as many times as it takes for you to understand. He’ll keep you barefoot and pregnant, broken and tamed like so many other women here. You’re better off this way.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs as you cry your tears against his chest. “I’m here. You’re with me. That’s all that matters.”
Right. You had Cloud by your side through this. He’d do anything for you—and anything to you, if it meant you’d stay.
#dark!cloud strife#dark!cloud strife x reader#dark!cloud x reader#dead dove#dead dove do not eat#miasmal-writes#yandere!cloud#yandere!cloud strife x reader#yandere!cloud x reader#dark fic#mdni
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Thanks for answering my question about asks and requests (: you are very kind
As an ask then how do you think the Weasels will be when drunk? I don't think they are all so inclined to drink, Stu for example seems too childlike for it, but it's a fun scenario to imagine 🍷
Of course!! ^^ Sorry it took me a moment to respond to this one, work is exhausting 😅
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Toon Patrol x Drinking
Greasy: Greasy values his wit and self control (... when it doesn't involve pretty women I mean) too much to partake. Even if everyone else is drinking and acting like drongos around him he'll be sharp as a knife.
Psycho: L o v e s to try a new drink XD According to him they're like little gas leaks in his mouth and chest and he loves the horrible feeling! XD Generally Psy wont get d r u n k, cuz he only tries a few sips each time, but if Stu is on a roll with making them then Psycho w i l l end up pissed and thats not good for anyone 😅 If you thought e was feral before- you haven't seen him on all fours moving at Top Speed.
I raise you (or anyone else who may feel compelled to respond XD ) another thought: Psycho and energy drinks XD
Smartass: Honestly I cant really see Smartass drinking that much 🤔 if ever 🤔 I feel like people will disagree with me but... eh. Maybe sometimes he'll have something? If he's REALLY stressed and annoyed?? XD
Stupid: I actually think Stupid w o u l d be a drinker!! XD I dunno, to each their own of course!! ^^💛💛💛 I just don't really think of Stupid as childlike. I think of him as d u m b, of course, really really dumb, but not childlike. I think he'd be the one experimenting with mixes and different cocktails?? XD Just imagining Stu in the kitchen shaking up a drink and offering a taste to Psy and Wheezy XD And Stu taking on the group therapist mantel when he's got that shaker in his ands, like *hands Wheezy a pink drink like a flower* duhh are you okay?? do ya wanna talk about it?? And Smartass automatically handing the drink menu over to him (Which Stu immediately ours through, like 'ooh!') if they go out XD Stu is a big boy, too, so its hard for him to get truly h a m m e r e d, but he can get there XDD Luckily, he's a nice drunk! XD
Wheezy: Wheezy can f o r s u r e hold his booze the best XD It takes a lot to get him drunk (even tipsy). If he drinks, it doesn't really take away any of his inhibitions; its just to loosen up. He's definitely one to go for a few drinks at the end of the week (He needs it after working with these freaks XD)... but its usually interrupted with a. Greasy being there and hitting on someone and him having to bail Greasy's horny green ass outta trouble (Unless he just ignores it, which is more common. But even then Greasy will d r a g him into it XD *Greasy getting dragged from the pub* el fumador help meeee! i'm being falsely accused!! Wh- dont ignore me!- hey! you with the body odor!!- fucks sake.), b. Smartass drags them back to work. In either case, he is sure to down s o m e t h i n g before he's gotta get up off the bar stool he feels he belongs on.
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~Halloween Special 2022 (Pt. 1)~
~Yandere!ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍʏᴇʀꜱ/Jå§ðñ Vððrhêê§ (Separate) x Reader Headcanons~
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, DARLINGS!!! HERE'S A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! This is just the first part, I'm gonna have a part 2 that has two or three more characters. I went with yandere, since it's Halloween....the theme just fits. 😈
Halloween Special 2022 (Pt. 2)
Note: Some of the words are black to match the character theme. I suggest turning on a lighter setting, if you use a dark one like I do.
Note 2: This is OG Michael Myers, since I only write with OG Michael. Just fyi darlings!
~Enjoy~
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ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍʏᴇʀꜱ
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~Will stalk you constantly.
~He's so good at hiding- you never spot him, unless he wants to make himself known to you.
~Finds that he enjoys the look of terror or shock on your face when you do see him for the first time.
~The police will never find him, darling, if he was good at hiding before, they're definitely never gonna find him now.
~Anyone that even looks at you a strange way are going to be dead the next day.
~It's all over the news....
~Michael doesn't even know what he wants. He knows he wants you, but what does he want with you? This feeling is so new and strange to him....
~And the more he explores that feeling, the more it grows.
~...You often have a feeling that somebody is in your house, watching you....
~I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WAAAATCHING MEEEE
~AND I HAVE NO PRIVACY
~WOOOAH
~Look darlings not only do you get a Halloween special but I just gave you a performance :D
~Anyone that gets in the way will get murdered.
~You sometimes find items on your table that you wanted from the store (but were probably too expensive to buy) when you wake up
~Michael saw you looking at it for two seconds, so now it's yours.
~He follows you around like a lost puppy, and you're aware of it, now.
~You could straight up walk up to him and he'd just look down at you, tilting his head curiously.
~Now he REALLY won't leave you alone.
~Michael just likes to....exist around you, honestly. He doesn't bother you too much at all, so as unnerving as it is having him watching you all the time, you can be sure he's not going to do anything to you.
~Sometimes (almost every time) he'll block the doorway when you're going somewhere. He wants to know where you're going, who you're seeing, ect.
~He follows along, of course, without you even knowing.
~If Michael witnesses you getting a bit too close to somebody, he will be furious...
~Now you're going to be trapped in your house when you come back.
~You can't escape.
~He'll catch you if you do.
~Literally never leaves you alone. He almost seems clingy or like he has separation anxiety.
~Overall, he's a pretty tame yandere, honestly. Don't piss him off and you're fine. Michael is pretty calm.
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Jå§ðñ Vððrhêê§
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~Remember when I said Michael seems like he has separation anxiety? Yeah. Jason has it even worse
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~When he was first trying to kill you, you either tried to stay calm in the situation and he found that gentle and attractive, or you fought back and didn't take crap from him, and while it pissed him off for a while, he still ended up finding that tough and attractive.
~Jason's quite shy, actually. He'd run off if you tried approaching him, unless you two were in an actual relationship.
~He can feel incredibly touch starved and neglected at times. Very clingy.
~Jason would immediately kill anybody that tries to flirt with you. He thinks it's disgusting. Did you like it? Were you enjoying it? He thought you liked him. Clearly you don't.
~He was going to try using his tragic backstory to guilt trip you (how was he gonna use it against you when he never even says a word? who knows 🤡), but when he started doing so, he found that thinking about it that much really upset him.
~Mental breakdown time 🤪
~Jason gets very self conscious, causing him to be jealous easily.
~He really just wants you all to himself. He's so lonely. He feels like a monster. He misses his mother. You give him so much comfort, so he wants to keep you.
~Why would he let go of the one bright thing in his miserable life?
~Jason will definitely be your secret admirer at first, watching you from afar and killing any lovers that you may have, killing any friends, ect. He wants you and you alone. Nobody else can get in the way.
~Overall, Jason is more desperate than Michael- Michael is more patient, and Jason wants you now. Jason is very codependent, very clingy....
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HEHAHDHHAHSHA SORRY FOR POSTING IT LATE DARLINGS!!! Yesterday was a pretty bad Halloween for me, unfortunately :(but writing this made me feel a bit better!
I also kept the headcanons a bit short, so people are forced to be hooked and request more yandere slasher content LOL
PART 2. OF THE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL COMING SOON!! The characters in the second part are gonna be so fun!
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ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEE!!!
here i was, ready to brat and whine all week waiting for you to release the next part. then you do it while i’m getting ready for bed so i have a beddy time story😵💫and what’s in it??? edging, strap warming, piss play, nursing; fuckkkkkk.
i’m literally so off my rocker when i read this story it’s so good and well done. i don’t know how you’re so good at this but you are and it’s always amazing. i loved this part so much with these new elements added into their relationship, i love fucklkng reader so much😭they need to get her a little duckling onesie and slippers for when she’s down super low and they have to treat her like the baby girl she is🤍
also lol girl, we are so screwed academically💀
˚⋆｡°౨ৎ bratting and whining gets you nowhere, i’m sure you’re aware of that sweetheart, are you not? as for how i’m so good at this… fake it til you make it has never been a motto that fails me, lol. natasha definitely gets r a little plush duck for her birthday! ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚
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Curling Up and... Dying???
Summary: Loki flies up straight to their home to find out about a mischievous misunderstanding with their daughter
Word count: 960
Days like this when Loki feels so bad for leaving home. Rogers called in for an urgent mission in Romania, apparently, their personal data was leaked by a hacker and norns know what could happen if they let it be any further. He had to leave when the kiddo was fast asleep because the kid really knows how to throw tantrums whenever one of them leaves.
Kiddo was left together with y/n in their cozy home in New York. She indeed bawled her eyes out when she realized her dad was nowhere to be found after checking all of the rooms.
Instead of leaving the kiddo with a babysitter, y/n called her hairdresser to have her appointment in their home. It took her months to schedule the appointment and it would be a waste to cancel it but she feels she'd be more comfortable and her kiddo too to have each other.
As soon as the hairdresser arrives, y/n instructed her kid to go play in another room, close the door as the fumes might get too strong for her, and just in case her dad calls, not to have a video one as she wanted to surprise him with a new look when he gets home. Kiddo nods as she scampers off with her mom's mobile phone in hand and carefully closes the door, but still making sure she hears her. She wants to make sure momma doesn't leave her like her dad did.
Meanwhile, Loki was scanning the debriefing file Rogers handed to him. Seems like the problem was more intensive than it seems, he was fidgeting with his phone wanting to calm his nerves before the operation as he's been overthinking about the thought of bad guys infiltrating their home. He knows y/n is capable of fending for herself but he doesn't want to subject their kid to a traumatic experience.
Thor noticed his discomfort and assured him all will be well but still in a brotherly fashion, he made Loki call y/n to ease the tension
As soon as the phone rang, the kiddo jumped up and saw it was his dad calling. She started crying again, which y/n did not notice from the noise of the blower blasting near her ears.
"Hello, darling?" Loki's voice rang through the phone
"Why did you leaaaaave meeee?" Kiddo complained in between sobs
"My heart, daddy's got an important mission but I'll be home soon. Where's mommy?" he assured
"She's in another room, with a strange person. She told me to hide here in the playroom and handed me her phone," still sobbing
"what's mommy doing? Can we do a video call?" Loki asked
"Mommy told me not to, I heard she was curling up and.. dyeing... I tried to peek earlier and saw the strange person with a gun near her head," she whispered in sobs.
" Stay there for me darling, I'll go home as soon as possible," he mustered before the lines cut off.
Loki went into full panic mode with the rest of the Avengers holding him back from wreaking absolute havoc.
Thor assisted Loki going home by calling out Bifrost to easily transport them back to New York.
The house doesn't seem to be in disarray as he entered but he walked through the room where y/n is to find her all dolled up - her hairdresser bouncing her new curled hair in a different color in front of the dresser. His mouth dropped, both in relief and awe at how beautiful her wife is.
Y/n looked at them both with curiosity, "I thought you won't be back until tomorrow?" She asked
Thor, "well, that explains it - where's the cheeky little monkey?" He chuckled going to the playroom.
"I called earlier and our wonderful kid told me you were curling up and dying with a strange person in the room and there's a gun to your head!" he sternly remarked. Visibly pissed and shaking his head with his arms folded.
Y/n was forced to hold in a laugh as she heard this. "I was having my hair done and she might have seen them blowing my hair with the blower," she hugged Loki by the waist and assured him everything is alright. "I was planning to surprise you with my new look but it seems you were in for a different surprise," planting a kiss on her worried husband's cheek. She then thanked her hairdresser before showing them out of the house.
Thor was picking up kiddo as they emerged from the playroom, "here's the little culprit that caused all the mayhem" as he sets her down.
Loki wanted to reprimand his kid but seeing her running towards him and hugging him, he seemed to forget all his worries as a wave of relief washed his fears away.
"I missed you, dad" the kid clinging to him.
"I missed you too, darling." He hugs her back tightly.
"What should we tell Rogers?" Thor interrupted.
"Tell them, all is settled but I'm staying with my family for the meantime" Loki responded.
" Should we tell them what happened here?" Thor asked
" Don't bother. Rogers will have my head after I almost destroyed the ship" Loki answered.
" Oh god - you did?" Y/n surprisingly responded
" Long story, for now, let me have this time to be with my extremely mischievous daughter " as he picks her up, kiddo responding with a resounding giggle.
" He was a total wreck, thinking something bad might have happened to you both," Thor whispered to y/n before seeing himself out. "I'll be going back there to help out but I'll be visiting again soon" Thor nods and winks as he closes the door behind him.
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Game master / Episode 20
Author: Akira
Characters: Mayoi, Niki, Tatsumi, Rinne, Aira, Hiiro, HiMERU, Kohaku
"Those children are already strong enough to help us in return."
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Location: Secluded Village
Mayoi: Y-You seem remarkably calm, Shiina-san... Your companions are missing as well, aren't they?
Niki: Mm~... But when Rinne-kun says it's okay, it usually is.
Kohaku-chan and HiMERU-kun are both pretty tough, so there's no point in us worrying about 'em. Fretting for no reason's just gonna make us hungry.
Anyway, they'll probably pop back in sooner or later. Probably while grumbling about getting dragged into weird stuff.
That's pretty much how things always go for us.
Tatsumi: Is that so... I suppose fretting like parents do for their children isn't the only way to love and bond with others.
Rinne: Yup, yup. I've been thinking this for a while, but you guys are way too overprotective. You're not even that much older than them, and yet you treat them like they're helpless kids. It's just plain insulting.
Tatsumi: Your home is yours, ours is our own. But well, let's take "Senpai's" sermon to heart.
It's true. Perhaps we should have a little more faith in Aira-san and Hiiro-san.
Those children are strong enough to overcome anything.
Mayoi: That's right... We always tend to put on airs of being their guardians, but...
Those children are already strong enough to help us in return.
Aira: HEEEELP MEEEE!
MAYO-SAAAN! TATTSUN-SENPAAAI~! PWEASE SAAAVE MEeeEE! WON'T YOU SAVE US LIKE YOU ALWAYS DOoOO~?!
Hiiro: Don't cry, Aira! If you cry, you won't see anything through your tears! If you can't see, you might trip and "they'll" catch up to us! They'll kill you?!
Aira: WHAT'S WITH THIS OUTTA NOWHERE TWIST~?!
No, seriously, who are these people?! Kohakucchi just mentioned out of the blue that he felt a presence around the mansion—
HiMERU: Right. Immediately afterward, a dubious group of people wearing mysterious masks started flooding in.
They're wielding weapons like spears and blades, intending to harm us.
Hiiro: Frankly, we're in dire straits!
Aira: That's right! How come you're so calm? You're pissing me off?!
Kohaku: Rather, you're panickin' too much, Rabu-han. Are you a character in a B-grade horror flick?
Aira: I-I tend to crack jokes about characters in movies, but if someone was actually in a dangerous situation, they wouldn't stay so calm?!
Kohaku: Don't worry, I'll protect everyone. Luckily, these attackers seem amateurish from the way they move, so I should be able to handle 'em just fine.
I don't feel any kind of murderous intent, even if it's still creepy.
Hiiro: Umu. Their appearance is bizarre, but the attackers don't seem to move beyond human capabilities.
Between Oukawa-sa... Kohaku-san and I, we should be able to handle these many people.
I'm actually more at ease now, compared to when we were lost in the deserted mansion earlier. At least the obstacles to be removed are obvious.
I'm good at handling situations like this. It's nice when what needs to be done is clear.
I'll protect Aira and the others from these mysterious attackers. At the same time, I'll look for an escape route and guide everyone to safety.
We'll think about what comes after, well... after!
Now, Aira, HiMERU-san too! Looks like this direction is thin on defenses, let's make our escape from here!
Kohaku: Nn... But doesn't it seem like we're bein' baited in somehow?
Hiiro: Umu. But as HiMERU-san reasoned earlier, if the culprit behind this whole series of events is Nii-san—
HiMERU: There shouldn't be traps that kill on contact, is what you mean. Rinne is a scumbag, but he probably doesn't want to be a murderer.
Hiiro: Everyone calls Nii-san a scumbag. Maybe it's just city slang that I'm unfamiliar with?
Aira: Enough with the babbling, let's just get out of here! Anywhere's better than this, as long as it's safe...!
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