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Omg your BBF!JJ is amazing could I request a BBF!JJ blurb(or however u wish to write it)of him and reader being in a secret relationship and how he would be in that situation!

Thank you and you’re an amazing writer!!

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JOHN B'S HALF-SISTER!READER x JOHN B'S BESTFRIEND!JJ

warnings: underage drinking and smoking, profanity, fluff, mentions of abuse. MDNI!!

Introduction: John B brought you to hang out with him and his friends after you practically begged him. You strut in with your f/c bikini and 2nd f/c cover-up, your brother looks embarrassed by your behavior but you just find it funny. John B introduces to his friends, Pulp, Sandrah, and Kekia, you think that's their names.., oh and you don't think you could ever forget JJ. JJ caught your eye the whole time, you could barely pay attention to your brother telling you his other friend's names. You quickly start a conversation with JJ, 'Hi, I'm Y/N but you can call me N/N, you're JJ right?' he gives you a warming smile, and you almost melt right there and then. 'Yup, that's me, do you uhm drink or smoke?' you've smoked a few times with your friends but not on the daily, but you do drink a lot at parties that you attend, so you take his offer 'Yeah, why not' you take the blunt from his hand and take a drag from it before handing back to him. You hope this is a good start....

Staying Secret: You begin going with your brother more often but he pays it no mind you make close friends with Pope, Sarah, and Kiara (you finally learned their names) but you have an even better relationship with JJ. You guys hit it off perfectly after meeting and you begin coming around more often but not too often so they don't get suspicious of your (drumroll plsss) relationship. You and JJ usually hang out when the group isn't together or when you guys take beer runs together. You usually hang out place is at your house when John B is out doing something, you guys makeout, cuddle, do his makeup, watch movies, cook, and just other stuff when you're with each other privately.

You think your relationship is perfect, with no problems from your side, and you don't think he has any problems either until you find him at your window bloody and tears running is his face 'JJ what happened to you?!' you pull him into your room and leading him into your bedroom bathroom, he looks at you as if he's contemplating telling you something, he takes a deep breath. 'my dad beats me..' he mumbles, refusing to make eye contact, the air in your lungs immediately leaves 'w-wha..?' eyes prickle as you look at him for conformation. 'my dad did this' he slowly turns his head towards you, small tears running down his face. You kiss his wounds after wiping them with alcohol pads, you take a warm towel and wipe his face.

'do you want to stay the night.?' you mumble while cuddling him, he hums in response and you slowly get up. you pull out some of his clothes and turn on the shower, 'jj c'mon so you can get in the shower..' you mumble, he groans as you pull him up and walk him into the bathroom ' get in the shower so we can sleep jj' you say sleepily ' can you get in with me?' you nod as you take off your clothes and get in. you wash him up then yourself and get out and cuddle for the rest of the night.

QnA:

Q: why is she john b's half sister and not blood?

A: because john b is white and as a black women I don't want to exclude other races by them being fully blood

Q: why is there no smut?

A: because i wasnt sure if miss/mister wanted smut but feel free to ask for a smut part 2

Q:can i request a hc,blurb, or series?

A: yes for now because soon i will be closing my submission box because of school reasons but I can take to week for ur ask to be published

pls send asks and ideas and if u want to be added to my tag list pls ask

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aihaitahm · 1 year

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curiosity killed the cat general

jing yuan and mean! cat!hybrid reader

where jing yuan has always been eyeing on you yet you seem uninterested and distant towards him however he stumbled across your photobook filled with his pictures when it fell out your pocket.

gn! reader, pining of some kind. reader is implied to wear lipstick. in celebration for jing yuan’s release ^_^

you are fu xuan’s assistant and you sometimes send out reports to general jing yuan when she is extremely busy. upon giving out reports to him, you couldnt help but feel his gaze. you feel yourself go red because how can somebody like him even stare at you. you cant deny he is extremely handsome and charming, just simply eye candy to look at. you couldnt help that your tail would slightly wag when you talk to him. he is so gentle with you and kind but you didnt want your slight admiration (little did you know you have a big ass crush on him you just deny it )for him to be obvious so you decide to be mean and avoid him like the plague. however it was hard to resist that when he constantly gives you food or any random thing every after report.

your crush for him certainly didn’t go unnoticed by a certain foxian lady and of course fu xuan. tingyun would notice how you look at the general and gently grabbed you aside to tell you she has pictures of him to give you for free. you were opposed to it at first but you took the pictures anyway. she giggled and said “hm. be thankful im not charging you like the others~ keep this a secret okay? afterall, the general does have keen eye on you. only you.”

one afternoon, you were confronted by your overworked madame about your little crush since she found out about your secret. well she knew about it all along, she just didnt confront you.

“your taste in men is absolutely terrible. you’re my best assistant yet… you choose to have a crush on the worst general EVER?” fu xuan sighed disappointingly.

“where is this coming from i-i dont like him that way and could you keep it down. i dont like him!” you denied, cat ears going back, tail going straight up. feeling a bit hissy.

“then why do you keep this then hm? how come i see lady tingyun provide you these pictures? did i mention the lipstick marks all over it. could my dear assistant, who so terribly denies their crush for the general, explain?” fu xuan sarcastically questioned. she showed the photobook and flips through it with her not so evil grin.

“stop! im not gonna do anything for you for a week.” you hissed. blood rushed to your face from the embarrassment and from blushing.

“okay then you fiesty kitten. i’ll give this to your little jing yuan and tell him its from you.” she blackmailed. woah… who knew the cat had its claws.

“i-i apologize lady fu xuan. but please i beg of you not to, please! i’ll do more than i have to. i’ll cook you all your meals. i promise. just dont give it to general jing yuan.” you pleaded. you were internally screaming, he cannot know.

fu xuan sighed and then chuckled. she has never seen her assistant so out of character. she gave the photobook to you as you sighed in relief. she then gave you a pieces of unwanted advice about how to confess yadayada. she also scolded you for overthinking. even though she does not like jing yuan, she wants to support her lovely assistant. you have helped her in a lot of things and it was just right for her to support you.

“thank you lady fu xuan.“ you smiled at her, parting ways as it was already late at night. what you didnt know was that your photobook fell. you were so tired from today’s work, running around to clear errands, all you care about was sleep.

early morning came and the general wanted to clear his mind by getting fresh air to get the morning started. strangely he saw something on the ground and he was curious about what it was. it was a photobook… with cute cat stickers on it. the only cat person he frequently saw was you. he noticed your items were cat themed which he found adorable.

he was even more intrigued when he saw pictures of himself with lipstick marks. his lips formed a smirk when he saw the ‘(name) x jing yuan <888’ engraved in one of the pictures. he always had his eye on you and would frequently ask fu xuan and tingyun about you. he thought you were attractive and loyal and most importantly a cat. he is the biggest cat person he knows. he spoils mimi so much why cant he spoil you? he does get hurt whenever youre so cold and distant. he would do anything to make you warm up to him. he did notice recently you were slowly opening up to him though you still shut him out.

thankfully he found your photobook and is now relieved that the feelings are mutual. with a devilish grin, he sent out a messenger to fu xuan and asked for only your assistance today. his heart is fluttering because all he could think of was you. all day everyday. he wonders what happens if he teases you? if he kissed your hands? if he touched your ears? so many questions spiraled.

afternoon finally came.

“good afternoon general jing yuan. you asked for me?” you politely said. aeons. you were anxious but you didnt know why. you couldnt stop staring at his figure so you looked down. he finally turned around with something familiar in his hands, you notice his majestic fingers flipping through the pages. wait is that your photobook… your photobook!

“hmmmm my dearest kitten, seems like you dropped your precious belonging. can you give me a full explanation for this photo album? i assume its yours since it said in one of the pages ‘(name) x jing yuan’ what? are just you going to deny it even though i have proof?“ he stood up walking towards you. going nearer and nearer.

you look down and closed your eyes. he then slowly grabbed your chin. you could feel the tantalizing electricity in his hand. you feel his presence tower you. you felt like a mouse.

“eyes up here.~” he cooed. oh how devilish.

you were speechless and exploding. you were flustered. tail twitching, ears cowering.

“hm what happened~ cat got your tongue?”

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan honkai #jing yuan fluff #honkai star rail fluff #pt 2?#hsr #hsr jing yuan #hsr x reader

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writerpey · 11 months

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Little!Wednesday - Woe is Me

I’ve been wanting to write more little wednesday recently, so here’s a ficlet I wrote about her first time regressing away from home. I headcanon that she actually regresses at home quite often but isn’t always aware of it, so when it happens at nevermore it’s quite different, and a little scary for her. (and not in the way she likes!) characters include enid, thing, thornhill and xavier. enjoy! <3 pls let me know if u would enjoy a part 2!

Wednesday wasn’t quite prepared for how miserable she would feel today. Not that she would complain, as a day of misery was a necessary accomplishment for the Addams girl, but it was surprising nonetheless.

It had started off the same as any other day. The sound of pop music flooded out from Enid’s phone, jolting Wednesday awake when she had been up until dawn just a couple hours prior, clacking away at her typewriter.

“Good morning! I would say I’m sorry, Weds, but this is justice for the constant clicky-clacky.” Enid’s chipper statement clipped Wednesday’s ears and was met with a cat-like growl from the dark-haired girl in response.

Wednesday pulled herself out of bed ruefully and casted an especially dark gaze at Enid. Looking out of the large window of their shared room, she was pleased to see that the sky was perfectly overcast and gloomy. Going through the motions of changing and fixing her braids was automatic, but the day began to shift when Wednesday sat down for breakfast at the dining hall with Enid.

The bustle of gorgon boys and the chattering of the siren girls in the hall had changed this morning. Rather than being just the right amount of annoyance to Wednesday’s ears, the noise grated at her head instead. The girl shook her head faintly, willing the feeling to disappear. But it didn’t.

“Enid.” Wednesday said, getting the werewolf’s attention away from the magazine she had spread out in front of her. Enid hummed, glancing at Wednesday, then double-taking at the look on the brooding girl’s face.

“Are you okay? You look… Disturbed. More than usual, I mean.” She said, frowning at Wednesday. It was off-putting that she was able to read her usually unreadable friend.

“I don’t know.” Wednesday replied honestly, shaking her head again. “It’s too loud in here. I have to leave.”

With that, Wednesday stood from her seat in a flash and made an escape.

“Wednesday, wait—!” Enid’s voice faded as Wednesday ignored her and got as far away from the hall as possible.

As she found her way to the quad, in the fresh air and under the cloudy sky, Wednesday took a deep breath in the morning chill. She raised a hand and pressed it against her chest, feeling the pounding of her heart and willing it to slow to its normal state of near death. After taking a moment to check if her surroundings were clear, Wednesday sat on the edge of the quad’s fountain in a huff. Her school uniform was pinching her shoulders uncomfortably, her braids didn’t feel even on both sides, and most of all, her head felt fuzzy. The girl rubbed her cheek against her shoulder in itchiness. All she wanted to do was go back to her room and change into one of her sweaters and read a book with Thing. But the Nevermore bell rang out, and she picked herself up and dragged her feet to class.

The dangerous display of venus flytraps offered just enough horror to lift Wednesday’s attention in class as the lesson for the day began. Yet unexpected misery came crashing in the form of Xavier Thorpe into his seat and his constant need to talk to Wednesday.

“Wednesday, Wednesday, watch this!” He whispered for the sixth time in twenty minutes. His drawings of creepy and crawly bugs lifted from the page and made their way toward the shared venus flytrap that sat on their lab bench.

Wednesday couldn’t help that her attention turned from Thornhill to Xavier’s bugs. There were so many of them! And she just had to watch and see if the plant would really eat them. Finally, Xavier had done something fascinating enough to capture Wednesday’s attention.

The loud slam of a textbook over the bugs caused them to dissipate into the air in a black puff, and it also made Wednesday flinch harshly. In an instant, Thornhill had snatched the flytrap away from their desk and launched into a loud rant about respect that grated against Wednesday and made her stomach roll.

Usually she wouldn’t care, but usual didn’t seem to be a word she would describe today as. She silently listened to Thornhill, mouth uncharacteristically closed from any witty response or defense. With their plant taken away and replaced with a textbook, Xavier and Wednesday were given an alternative assignment to complete rather than the task of joyfully feeding live bugs to the flytraps.

Wednesday was glad at least to see the look of guilt on Xavier’s face, but she was much less enthused when he expected her to talk when she felt like doing the opposite.

“Wednesday, I said I was sorry.” Xavier huffed loudly, waving a hand in front of Wednesday’s face as she focused on the book in front of them. “Can’t you say something? Or anything?” He continued complaining, groaning and pushing the textbook away from her.

Wednesday’s hands reached up to tug softly at her braids, an action that she used to ground herself. She did it at home when Father was too late returning to the house, when Mother told her she couldn’t sleep with Nero in her bed, and when Pugsley was being sickeningly kind. It was as if— Oh. Suddenly, Wednesday understood, and she shrunk into herself. No one else was meant to see her when she felt so outside of herself, so small. Her hand shot up, and Xavier groaned again.

“Yes, Wednesday?” Thornhill came up to the desk, her nails drumming against its surface.

“I feel unwell. I need to leave.” The girl said, voice quiet but still monotonous.

Thornhill raised an eyebrow at her in doubt. “So suddenly? There’s no need to get out of the assignment, dear. You and Xavier are more than capable.”

“I know you don’t believe me, but this is a life or death matter.” Wednesday responded quickly, eyes flitting to Xavier to see if he’d help her because he was always keen to. Instead, he stayed quiet, smiling and seeming to enjoy Wednesday’s debacle. She cursed him internally.

“And why might that be?” The teacher further pressed, putting her hands on her hips indignantly.

Wednesday tugged on one of her braids even harsher than before. She could feel her words starting to jumble in her brain, even before they could get to her mouth. “I… I…”

Wednesday’s inability to form a response wiped the cheeky grin off Xavier’s face. “I think she’s about to throw up.” He lied on the spot, getting up from his seat and backing up dramatically.

Luckily enough, someone piped up from across the classroom honestly. “Is she sick? I heard something’s going around!”

Thornhill took a half step back from the desk. “Okay, no need to convince me further. Wednesday, honey, I’m going to get Xavier to take you up to see the nurse, alright?”

Wednesday nodded, her head full of clouds and stomach full of butterflies. She wasn’t even aware Xavier was talking to her until they were halfway to the nurse. The girl stopped in her tracks in the hallway and spun around, on her way to Ophelia Hall.

“Just stop for a second, will you?” The boy put a firm hand on Wednesday’s shoulder to stop her.

“Don’ touch me!” She exclaimed loudly, stopping in her tracks and snatching herself away from his touch. Wednesday knew the outburst would require an uncomfortable explanation, but she felt much too young to do anything about it now.

“Woah, woah, I’m sorry. I won’t.” Xavier held his hands up, backing away from her to give her some space. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? You don’t seem… Right.” He awkwardly asked, assessing her with an intensity he usually saved for when she wasn’t aware of his presence.

Wednesday tipped her chin down to the floor, looking at her shoes. His words were almost a carbon copy of Enid’s earlier in the morning. She shook her head, saying, “Can’t.”

“You can’t?” The boy echoed, brow furrowing in confusion. “Okay, well, at least let me take you wherever you’re going.”

Wednesday looked up at him with wide eyes, her own brow pinched into a scowl. But she nodded anyways, and continued in the direction of her dorm. Xavier trailed next to her quietly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t walk with her once they made it to the doors to Ophelia Hall, as boys were restricted.

“Wednesday, hey, before you go…” Xavier started, bending down to look Wednesday in the eye as she wouldn’t look up. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but if you need someone… A friend, you know where to find me.” He stumbled on his words, especially when Wednesday started pulling at the collar of her shirt and shifted her weight on her feet. “Okay, okay, I won’t keep you any longer.”

With that, Wednesday disappeared through the door, finally making it up the stairs to her dorm room. The haze in her mind had completely settled, and it even began to become comfortable once she changed out of her uniform and into one of her big striped sweaters.

Thing noticed her early arrival, and pattered his way from her desk to her bed, where she had plopped down cross legged and was attempting to redo her braids.

“Hello, Thing.” She said, her soft, monotonous but less abrasive than her usual.

You’re back. Thing signed. Are you little? He pinched his thumb and index finger and left a small space in between them to ask.

Wednesday nodded, her tongue coming out as she focused on her braids, brow furrowing. Thing walked up her arm and softly batted her hands away, taking it upon himself to fix her hair. The girl felt a weight leave her shoulders, the mere action of Thing helping her with something so simple allowing her to rest in her headspace.

When he finished she ran her hands down her braids, pleased with the symmetry and smoothness. Thing then scuttled away, digging underneath Wednesday’s bed for something. The girl laid on her stomach on the bed and leaned over to look, her braids dangling and bangs reacting in the same fashion as she watched Thing upside down. Finally, he pulled out what he was looking for: a copy of the Grimm Brother’s Fairy Tales. The corners of Wednesday’s mouth curled into a cruel smile, as she grew excited to flip through the horrific book.

“Thank you, Thing.” She said gratefully, taking the book and opening it on the bed in front of herself. He crawled up and sat next to the book, offering to turn the pages for her. As gleefully as possible, Wednesday read the book of fairy tales and smiled at the woe that befell the characters.

For now, she was little and safe for the first time at Nevermore. And Wednesday didn’t know what she would say when Enid would come back to their room later the day, but with Thing, she would figure it out.

#pt 2?#sfw agere #sfw agere fic #wednesday agere #wednesday fic #agere fic #little space #little wednesday #little!wednesday #age regression #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe

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space-cowboys-and-aliens · 1 year

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Off The Case

Jim Hopper x GNcoworker!Reader

Private love confession, coworkers, mutual feelings, clueless!reader, age gap (legal), height difference, bossy!Hopper, behind closed doors, surprisingly emotionally vulnerable!Hopper, affectionate!Hopper, praise!kink, not beta’d, no use of Y/N

Applies to Stranger Things 1-3

Summary: You’ve hidden your feelings towards Hopper for so long, it’s hindering your work. He notices you haven’t been the same recently, and becomes dead set on making it right.

Word Count: about 750

Rating: M (18+)

Minors do not engage

Hop and you on a case.

You have been acting weird recently: avoidant, withdrawn, melancholy. Not fully yourself. He can tell something is eating at you and he finally pulls you away from the investigation.

One day, he leads you into an empty conference room while you both are at the station.

He knows you are probably going through something you do not want to talk about or mix work/personal.

So he tries to give you time off the case.

Back on desk duty for the moment, which you do NOT want, insisting you are fine even if it will keep you away from him.

He keeps getting frustrated that he cannot do anything to help you. Still asking if this is serious, if you are sick, or having guy troubles (bristling at the thought).

“No, and you can’t make this go away.”

“Why not? I’m the Chief of Police,”

he smirks.

“Because.”

You look up at him, straight in the eye. Your lungs feel like they are about to buckle and your stomach drops to your tailbone.

You find you cannot hide anymore.

Lowering your voice-

“Because you’re the guy who’s giving me trouble, Hop. And I can’t make that go away, no matter how much I’ve tried.”

Do not break eye contact do not break ey-

“I’m in love with you, and I’ve been in love with you for far too long now, a stupid amount of time.”

His eyes have been widening with every word, eyebrows following further up to his hairline.

“And I know it’s stupid, I’m just a kid-”

your voice breaking a bit but you recollect.

“With a stupid crush. Who will grow out of it eventually, I know. I just need time, but that hasn’t been working so far,”

you started out of the room.

“I apologize if it affected my work and my performance here. I never meant for it to and had no idea-”

Jim grabs your hand, preventing you from packing any more files into your briefcase.

“Stop talking.”

Stern like you’ve only heard a few times before.

You turn to look at him, your hand still engulfed in his.

He uses the other to lift his hat from his head and drop it. He shakes his head softly.

In a whisper, air punched out,

“Stop talking,”

as he moves in closer to you.

And before you can respond, his lips reverently join yours in a crash that splits atoms in your skull. You barely get any oxygen in before his hands are moving up the sides of your face, mouths meeting over and over again until you try to pull away.

“Jim, don’t-”

“Stop. Talking,”

he gasps, desperate for your taste more so than any air passing between the two of you.

“Stop talking,”

his fingers gripping the back of your head.

“Stop,”

arm trailing around your back.

“Talking,”

deep inhale as he finishes the word.

Like he was trying to breathe you in.

You moan and melt into him. He lets himself fall into the chair behind him where he does not have to bend down to get to you, standing at his eye level now.

He finally breaks away to take you in, hand running over and through your hair, eyes shining ardently. “My angel,” he whispers. “You’re an angel, you know that?”, he says. Looking at you this way, you know he believes it. You cannot.

“I never, ever thought I’d hear you say that to me,”

cupping your cheek, kissing your forehead, then temple, cheekbone, eyelid, nose, forehead, hairline, until he drags you onto his lap and you clamor over his spread thighs.

His hat had long gone to the floor behind him for you to rake your hands through his hair, resting your elbows on his massive shoulders.

He kisses you like you are his last drink before a marathon, nails digging into your hips. Like you would disappear if he does not keep you here. And you feel like it, too.

“Wanted you for so long,” between kisses

“Felt so wrong for it,” he confesses.

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#pt 2?#to be continued?#jim hopper #chief hopper #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper fanfiction #david harbour #chief jim hopper #gn reader #gnc reader

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