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nouvxllev · 3 months

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Omg hi! Do you think you would ever do a sequel to head over heels, your hand over mine? Maybe where Jenna proposes?

your hand over mine, my ring over yours

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^ request!!

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: damn this is shorter than what i expected

a/n: the obvious answer is yes i (do) will!!

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"Why did you say yes to him anyway?" Jenna's voice, now your girlfriend (awesome as hell, you may add), echoed over the room. Mic in between both of her hands as she sways side to side over you.

The both of you decided to stay in the karaoke booth for a while, it was a waste of money after all. Your money, might you add. The guy didn't even bother to pay for it!

You shrugged, watching her figure fall into place beside you, a song chosen by Jenna playing in the background. "I needed to move on from you. It was clear I didn't have a chance."

Jenna's eyes narrowed, you could see her eyebrows crinkling even in the dimly lit room. "Move on? Didn't have a chance?"

You nodded, almost laughing at how the mic was still in direct contact with her lips, you were avoiding direct eye contact but it was so clear that Jenna was fuming.

"I seriously can't believe there's someone out there so oblivious and it's you." You heard her chuckle, yet her voice was soft. You expected her to get mad at you by the way she started her sentence, but you forgot she was the one who ran (not really) over here and confessed to you all so abruptly.

"Weren't the flowers and hundreds of letters mailed to your doorstep enough to hint that I liked you?"

You scratched your head, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. "Okay, in my defense, I just thought you were being extra friendly. Who wouldn't want a friend who sends flowers and letters, right?"

Jenna shook her head, letting go of the mic and crossing her arms. "I was practically spelling it out. All that was missing was dropping down on one knee and proposing to you."

You raised an eyebrow, "hey to be fair, my mom was the one who gave you the motivation."

Jenna shrugged, nodding her head with a smile. "Yeah, I owe her one."

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That was five years ago.

Now it was your 5th anniversary with Jenna.

You lay at your bed with Jenna’s headphones on, staring at the ceiling for God knows how long, doing your best to fall asleep without Jenna’s warmth and presence beside you. It was difficult, difficult than it should be. You were the daughter of the Winona Ryder, damn it! Why couldn’t you go for months without the love of your life by your side.

Ever since you and Jenna got together, everyone was, of course, not surprised but they were happy nonetheless. Hell, you even took up acting just because you can be one of Jenna’s love interests in a movie. Of course, that could be a hassle for the directors whenever it was a kissing scene. They have to yell “cut!” In front of your faces to get the both of you to stop.

Now you couldn’t help but wallow in your own sadness because there weren’t two arms wrapped around your waist and a familiar warmth along your bed for the past and next two months.

All day, you've been binging Jenna's interviews, shows, and movies to the point you can rehearse them in the back of your head.

The room felt emptier without Jenna's presence. You noticed how she was returning so late at night, how her filming dates often varied so random you couldn't even be there or keep track, how she took up almost any part she was given to her, how she often came home looking so overworked and stress you couldn't even talk to her without fearing that she'd blow up on you. And now she's all the way across the country to film another movie.

The film industry often meant sacrificing personal time apart from the holidays, and Jenna seemed to be giving it all.

Yet she always gives you that damn smile, you couldn't possibly think she's falling out of love. But it still worried you why she was doing all of this.

She was hardworking and passionate, it was part of what made her so lovable, but you couldn't help but worry about how it was affecting her.

You sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, you could text or call her but you knew it wasn't going to be seen for atleast another three to four hours. You didn't doubt her love, it was one of the many things you couldn't, but the worry was still there.

That was until you got a notification.

j 🤍🎧

i missed u too yn o right can u check outside for a minute? i think i mailed a package outside your room might be beside the living room, i asked them to deliver it there personally seen, 11:44 PM

The only thought that ran across your mind was 'They can do that?'

Slipping on a pair of slippers, you made your way to the living room, your steps being pulled down by whatever weight that was on your shoulders.

Jenna's message made you happy, of course, the distance seemed a little bit smaller but you couldn't help but wish she said something more than requesting you to pick up her package. Maybe a simple little 'I love you and happy anniversary' would have been something to put you at ease.

As you turned the doorknob and stepped into the living room, the fluorescent light shining from the living room made your eyes burn like hell. You squinted, but that didn't really help, you tried to adjust to the light, putting your palm above your eyes.

"Why is she always across the country," you murmured to yourself, "why are you like this, Jenna?" Your voice started to get louder and louder once you started to speak to yourself even more. You were going insane, that's the most part, but who wouldn't. "Why couldn't you just choose a project closer to home for once..." It was selfish to ask for, too selfish to make Jenna choose you over her career, but you couldn't help it.

"Does she even love me..." Your voice trailed off when you turned the corner to the living room.

Oh, what the actual fuck.

It would be an understatement to say that the living room had been turned upside down. Everything was lit up, and everything was rearranged. Hell, there was a fucking balloon arch with Jenna at the center of it all while the couches were pushed back as if it was an aisle to a wedding ceremony.

Damn, were you that depressed to the point you couldn't even hear what the fuck was going on outside your room for Jenna to transform it into this?

You couldn't say anything. Every word that was about to come out of your mouth left before your mind can even process what was happening.

Without uttering a single word, you ran towards her, your heart pounding in your chest you wouldn't be surprised if you'd have a mid-crisis heart attack. You wrapped your arms around Jenna as if she was something so untouchable, burying your face in her neck as you melted within her presence, her scent mixing in with hers as she took a step back to hold you dearly.

Her comforting warmth was a fix even you can’t tolerate. Jenna was in your arms like before, her body fitting perfectly against yours, her soul reminding you why you were alive up until this point.

Your grip on her tightened, holding on to her as tears slowly started to stain her clothes, clinging onto Jenna as if she were a mirage about to disappear from your desperate arms.

"I missed you too." Jenna's voice broke through you, your tears coming in further. Her voice was soft and tender, coming as a whisper that soothed your troubles.

"How? Why?" You murmured, your voice mumbled and tear-streaked as you lifted your head to face her. Puffy eyes and all because of your crying. "Why are you here?" Your voice cracked, "I thought you wouldn't be back for another two months." You searched for something in Jenna's eyes, something that you longed to see once again.

Jenna gently wiped away a tear from your cheek, you missed how her touch was the most reassuring thing in the world. "I heard that Winona was out of the country for filming, and it's our anniversary." It was so little for the explanation but it said everything.

You pulled back once Jenna started rummaging out of her pocket, you watch Jenna pull out a small box.

Wait, holy fuck.

"Jenna, holy shit, is that—"

"Yes, yes it is that." She chuckled, nonchalantly, as if she didn’t just swoon you for the millionth time in the past minute, turned your living room into a makeshift wedding ceremony, and is now proposing to you.

"You can't be serious. Jenna if this is just some joke I'm actually breaking up with you."

"No, no, y/n! Of course it's not. I'm being completely serious."

She fiddled with the box, not opening it yet as you stood there with eyes wide open.

"I'm sorry," she began, her voice vulnerable and sincere as she looked up to you, "I'm sorry I haven't been around. I'm sorry I keep coming back home looking stressed, I'm sorry I took up too many auditions and movies that I can hold myself up to, I'm sorry I couldn't spare even a single minute of my time loving you as much as I did before, I'm sorry I made you worry countless of times, more than I can count even. I'm sorry I haven't been the partner you deserve."

She continued, on and on until tears welled up in your eyes once more. "I know I've been distant, I know I've caused pain in you for the past months, maybe even years and I know I've let my career consume me."

"I don't have any excuses for it." Her voice dwindled, almost cracking as she looked up, trying not to cry as she laughed. "But I did all of it for a ring that would bind us forever. It's not the—"

You couldn't help but push your lips against hers, cutting her sentence off. You missed this. How your pain went away with a kiss.

"It's the perfect excuse."

Her vulnerability touched your heart, she had never been more vulnerable to you than now, you gently reached out to gently wipe away the tears that had begun to fall from her eyes. "Jenna, it's okay," you reassured her as you noticed her lips started to tremble. "I understand. I understand all of it, all of you."

Jenna's gaze met yours once she started to calm down. And there you saw it, something you searched for in her eyes ever since she landed on your doorstep this evening. Devotion.

You kissed her once more, whispering, "You know how many people would kill to be your wife?" You didn't let her open the box just yet, you held back. You know she has more to say.

Jenna, with tears of joy still glistening in her eyes, chuckled at your words. "You'd die and kill. That's the difference between you and others. You'd die for our love, and you'd fight for it with everything you have, and I think that's morbidly fascinating." She explained, "and what do you mean?"

"I'm saying that are you sure you want to marry me? I mean, there are so many people in the world you haven't met." You explained, your lips trembling.

"I could meet all of them in a single file and yet, you would still be the one who enchants me," Jenna replied, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"I love too much."

"I'll let you pour all your loving on me, or love everyone in the world but me. Just stay by my side. That's all I ask."

"I cry too easily. Over the simplest of things."

"I'll let you cry an ocean that surrounds every inch of you and I'd swim across everything."

"I get mad more often than not."

"I'll let you throw storms my way, express your angry through disasters upon disasters and I'll be there for all eternity even if it kills me."

"I doubt myself too much. I don't even know if I love myself."

"I'll let you love yourself before you have a chance to love me. Doubt may knock on your door, but I'll be there to answer."

"I can be difficult to handle."

"I'll let you be someone you're not at times. I'll be the one to show understanding and how to love yourself before loving me yet again.

"I'm scared of losing you, too scared for you to even love me that much."

"Then let me take your hand, and let me show you that my love couldn't waver over. Even at death I'll call his name and let me live once more with you. I'll wish in every star that in every universe, we are together. I want you to see that I'm not going anywhere."

"You know you'd eventually drown if my love for you was an ocean."

"Then let me die," Jenna whispered, a smile gracing both of your lips, her eyes filled with that same devotion and commitment you saw five years ago.

You chuckled,"We have odd ways of saying I love yous."

"Well, I am proposing to you in your living room late at night. It's accounted for." Jenna laughed softly along with you, her eyes sparkling with affection as she leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, your mouth curving into a smile as she did so.

"Reminds me that you haven't said those five words yet."

"Oh right."

"Y/n," she got down on one knee, her hand on top of the box as she prepared to open it, "You're one marvelous, just spectacular girl I've ever met. I'm so fucking happy Winona decided to tag you along that day," she chuckled.

"Every chore wouldn't be the same without your presence by my side, and my presence beside yours, I don't want to ever imagine that. My heart surrendered to your precious eyes, and I say it truly from the deepest depths of my heart that it has no plans of bail. Wherever you go, I follow. I don't want you to be the only one suffering a burden that would eventually kill you, I don't want you to be alone in your times of darkness. So please, let me be the one who will carry your burdens, your sadness, your everything. Let me be the one who will scar and carve my heart and skin for you to dump your sadness and let me carry it with a proud heart. When I die, my spirit will do everything in its power to regain the same feeling when I was alive with you. How does one understand the great love you've given me that would last millions of lifetimes, y/n? You became the reason why I now wake up with a smile, and why I became the happiest version of myself. And now, I can't think of a better grave of eternal slumber than in your beloved arms. Thank you."

The sincerity in her words left a big hole in your heart, but it was nothing but mere content and happiness. Tears welled up in your eyes as she spoke.

"Will you, Y/N/L/N, marry me?" Jenna opened the box, the ring almost blinding your eyes. Ethereal was out of the question to describe it, it was too marvelous for words. It was diamond, of course, but it had other gems that symbolized something more than love.

"Yes. Yes, Jenna!" you exclaimed, "Yes, I will." You could almost say that a million times and not get tired of it. Especially when Jenna is looking at you as if you held the stars and the moon with your bare hands.

She chuckled, standing up as she waited for you to offer your hand. "Isn't it yes I do?"

You grinned, it was an understatement to say that your heart was brimming with pure joy and happiness. "When it comes to you, it's definitely not." You offered your hand to Jenna, her fingers tracing your hand as she delicately placed the ring on your finger. It felt like a promise because it was. You gazed at it with awe, it was more than a piece of jewelry on your hands, it was Jenna. It was Jenna entirely. Her person, her love, her soul, her everything on your hand.

"You look simply gorgeous. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm marrying you," Jenna squealed, her happiness infectious and heartwarming.

"That's my line," you jokingly laughed. "And isn't it gorgeous?"

"No, you're gorgeous. The ring is just a bonus," Jenna replied, staring at you instead of the ring she probably spent hundreds of sleepless nights over. How this woman loves you was beyond anything of human comprehension.

"I love you so much, even you, Jenna Ortega, couldn't describe it." You wrapped your arms around her waist, sealing the deal with a kiss on her lips once again. You never got tired of it.

"I love you too."

You pulled away, a smile lingered on your lips, knowing that no matter how many times you kissed Jenna, it would never be enough to represent the love you had for her.

With your hand over hers, and her ring over your finger, you couldn't imagine a life without her anymore.

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a/n: i finished reading 7 husbands of evelyn hugo the other day and i cried so much. its such a great book!! i might do a story based off of it. i just dont know what jo characters should i do for the pairing

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x female reader #jenna ortega x femreader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega

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thebibliosphere · 2 months

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hello, this is just me kinda sharing unsolicited Batman related feelings that i’m wallowing in, don’t mind me

i started playing Gotham Knights after seeing a few of your posts about it, and i’ve had a bit of a Batman/Justice League/Batfam fixation for the past few weeks. i was enjoying it! the environments were interesting and the combat was cool, and i loved listening to whatever Alfred had to say.

however, i made the mistake of finding Gotham Cemetery as Nightwing and thinking, “wait, is Bruce…?”, followed my gamer instincts (which is usually something along the lines of “follow the lights”), and ended up climbing to a higher vantage point to see if i could spot Bruce’s grave.

welp, all i had to do was spin the camera a little and oh. i’m standing next it. my boy Dick is already standing next to his father’s grave. it’s cleaner, newer than the surrounding headstones, there’s fresh flowers on it, and the rain made for a scene that kinda wrote itself.

somehow that hit me harder than the video Bruce left behind, harder than the funeral. i got so sad i had to quit the game and start reading some Batman comics :’) i wasn’t expecting me the player to also process grief along with all the characters, damn.

anyway, hope you’re having an awesome day!

Oh man, yeah. I did the same thing and then spent a lot of time walking through the cemetery, looking at all the names. I really liked that they carved Wayne Tower out of his stone so that when you look through it at a certain angle, you can see the Gotham skyline through his headstone. (And then the game dragged me back there later for one of Dick's cutscenes, and I went through all the stages of grief all over again. I had a similar reaction to Barbara visiting her father's monument. I won't spoil it, but man. Man.)

The makeshift memorial outside Wayne Tower also left a lump in my throat the first time I saw it. As did the #ThankYouBruce hashtag they have on the electronic billboards showing Bruce's face in profile against the city.

IDK, just something about the idea of Dick having to walk past that every time he gets dragged into a shareholder meeting fucks me up.

The game has many issues, but its ability to wring every emotion known to man and some kaleidoscopic ones only known to shrimp out of my jaded husk of a soul is not one of them.

I hope you continue to enjoy playing it! And take breaks. I ended up mainlining an entire season of Wayne Family Adventures after I finished my first playthrough 😅

#gotham knights game

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jesi555 · 7 months

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𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. | © jesi555 — kinktober 2023

𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐈. | nami

warnings. | wlw sex yessir, fem reader, recording, twt vids [im compensating for the fact that im shit at writing smut], camgirl, hints at vivi x nami, cunnilingus, scissoring, making out yum. im not super proud of this :( lmk if i miss anything.

tags : @aizensgf, @wolflover384, @bun-parade, @3v37773, @guccilaw, @immindingmyown @ruledbyproblematique

Nami loves her followers. After all, they rain money on her. Her tip menu is pricey, but her followers were down bad and As her no 1 fan, so were you. Sometimes Nami thought you were some pervy old man based on your tip, But money is money, and Nami loves money.

Nami felt generous recently, so she announced a competition. 131: one lucky winner, three entries max, one video of both of us, Her community post read. It was a tempting risk, so you mindlessly entered the competition.

At around 9:30 on a Thursday night, you silently studied at your university's library, a few other students doing the same. You were in the zone until a silent vibrating buzz broke your focus. Irritated, you checked your notifications, your eyes bulging out as you saw the email from @namimi. A soft squeal left your lips as you read over the contents of the email.

Congratulations ___! You have won the 131 competition. Your proof of winning is in this email. Please take a screenshot of this email along with the attached verification number and send it to me on Instagram as soon as possible! love, Nami!

You leaned back in your chair, your chest heaving. After a silent scream, you hurriedly headed back to your dorm. After screaming into your pillow and thoroughly contemplating the reward, you finally texted Nami.

___: hii! I received an email saying I won the 131 competition! here’s a screenshot!

You awaited her response for a few minutes, but as it turned into an hour and another, you slowly lost hope. You honestly felt disappointed. Your fave just flaked out on you!

Before you could wallow in sadness anymore, a buzz got you running towards the device.

namimi: omg hi! I'm so sry for the late response! I was getting my hair done. I see you're the lucky winner!

Before you could reply, a small notification popped up, '@namimi followed you'. You quickly accepted the request and waited.

namimi: hold on, you're a girl?! thank god. I was not looking forward to having sex with a middle-aged Discord mod.

you laughed and messaged her back,

___: haha no I'm very much a girl. so do you need any information from me?

namimi: just general stuff, I'd prefer it to be face-to-face though, is that okay with you?

___: Absolutely!

namimi: cool! I'll text you the location soon!

You bit your lip nervously. Nami was coming to meet you. The Nami. Your leg bounced up and down, waiting for her arrival. A few minutes pass as you see a head of orange hair enter the cafe. She looked around for a second before she saw your smiley face.

"Damn, you're even hotter in person." she chuckled, "do you wanna make the video today? I'm free tonight. You look good as it is."

Your mouth slightly fell open as a small 'huh' voice out of your throat. "I mean Yes!" you quickly said.

"Awesome, let's go back to my place then."

Her home was nice. It smelt like tangerines.

"You're okay being recorded right?" she asked. Nodding in agreement, you looked over her room.

"Alright, the camera's set up. do you want a dom or sub role?"

"girl do anything to me," you spoke without thinking, processing what you said. she laughed out and asked you if you were ready.

"yes"

"good. then strip"

A new notification spelled out 'namimi is live', and soon hundreds and thousands of followers joined the livestream. To many of them, the stream was pure heaven. 2 hot girls making the fuck out? Yes, please!

namiismymommy sent 10$: holy fuck namisslut sent 2$: wait is that @princessvivi? ilovevivi sent 4$: Nah bro that's the lucky winner namisslut sent 5$: I'm so jealous

"Are you reading the comments?" Nami whispered in your ear, both of you, skin to skin.

namiismymommy sent 20$: eat her out.

"My lovely followers are asking us a favor" she moaned, "let's give them what they want baby."

You dropped down in front of her cunt, giving her lips soft kitten licks until she pushed you into her pussy. Nami getting eaten out by an equally hotter chick was a God-sent gift.

This was probably Nami's best video yet. Not to mention, the scissoring was a highlight.

As the live stream ended, the two girls looked at the comment section.

ilovevivi sent 50$: Vivi, Nami and lucky winner threesome when?

It seems like you'll frequent her channel soon.

꩜ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐢𝟓𝟓𝟓 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

#꩜ from jesiya.#one piece smut #one piece nami #one piece #꩜ one piece.#nami smut #nami x reader #op nami #nami #cat burglar nami #straw hat pirates #꩜ kinktober 2023.#kinktober 2023 #one piece kinktober #kinktober

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thewanderersminuet · 3 months

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I think that I could live without lungs (but I've grown tired of iron)

Rating: T

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Relationship: Toxigriffe

Tags: Paris Special, Feelings Realization, reverse crush, rated T for some mild language

Summary:

Toxinelle was having a very bad day.

Thank you so much to @wackus-bonkus-maximus for betaing for me! Title is from Burn and Fade by Anna Nalick

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Toxinelle was having a very bad day.

First, it was school. As always, Chloe just wouldn't leave her alone. Today, she got a hold of Marinette’s sketchbook and loudly criticized every design. Marinette tried to take it back, but all she got was a detention and a ripped sketchbook.

Then she had to go out and listen to her new partner make the most obnoxious jokes. She wasn't sure which was worse, the puns or all the times he proclaimed how awesome he was.

It was definitely the time he called himself pawesome.

The cherry on top of this whole day had to be their most recent scuffle with Hesperia. Which they lost.

Badly.

Her shoulder throbbed. She had been too busy arguing with Griffe Noire over her Lucky Charm to see the hit coming her way. Even Griffe winced at the sound her shoulder made when it hit the pavement.

She dropped into an alleyway and slumped against the wall. The bricks against her back were hard. The sky above her grew dark and dreary, and the alley was completely deserted.

It was the perfect place to let out some frustrated tears.

She hugged her knees to her chest. She had no idea why the Supreme chose her. She wasn't cut out for this.

“Ah, there you are.” An irritatingly familiar voice interrupted her wallowing.

Toxinelle jumped up with a glare. Griffe, as always, was unfazed by her expression. He looked down to rummage through the grocery bag he’d brought. Pulling a bag of frozen peas out, he extended it towards her.

“Here.”

“What's this?” She eyed it as if it was a bomb. It might very well be; she wouldn't put it past him.

Griffe rolled his eyes. “I'm trying to help. That fall looked nasty.”

“Why would you be trying to help me?” She turned her suspicious glare to him instead.

“I'm a supervillain, not an asshole. Do you want it or not?”

Hesitantly, Toxinelle reached out to take the peas. She turned away from him as she pressed the bag to her shoulder, letting the cold soothe the muscles.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

Griffe just hummed and took a seat against the wall.

“I swiped some snacks from the corner store, want any?” He pulled a snack cake out of the grocery bag before holding it up to her.

Toxinelle was flabbergasted. She could count on one hand the amount of times Griffe and her had met up, and not one of those meetings was… pleasant. They weren't friends, they were being forced to work together.

So why was he trying to hang out with her?

“It's going to rain,” she said.

Griffe looked up at the sky just at the right moment for a large raindrop to hit him right between his eyes. Between the utterly undignified yelp he let out, and the look of pure bewilderment on his face, Toxinelle couldn't help herself.

She laughed.

For a moment, Toxinelle felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. Griffe grumbled but she could see the corners of his lips threatening to curl up into a smile. He held the bag back out to her.

“Take this for a minute.”

She took the bag and sat down next to him. Griffe pulled his baton off his back and pressed a button. To her surprise an umbrella popped out the end.

“Ta-dah!” He grinned as he set it between them, making them a small shelter from the rain.

“Show off,” she scoffed, but couldn't bring herself to keep the smile off her face.

She knew exactly what she wanted as soon as she opened the bag and found her favorite candy bar. Still, she took her time pretending to make a decision. The longer she seemed focused on something else the longer she could put off trying to figure out how to make small talk with Griffe.

Eventually though, she had to stop pretending.

Silence stretched between them for an uncomfortably long time. They both took their time eating their snacks and listening to the rain hit the umbrella. Part of Toxinelle was surprised Griffe could physically be quiet for this long.

Griffe finished his snack cake and sat back to examine the wrapper. Toxinelle noticed there was a promotion for Mecha Ultra Strike III.

“Do you play?” she said quietly, halfway hoping he wouldn't hear her.

He blinked and looked over at her, as if he was just as surprised she’d spoken as she was.

“Not to brag,” A grin stretched across his face in the way that told her he was absolutely about to brag. “...But I'm pretty good.”

Toxinelle scoffed again.

“I bet I could beat you.”

He laughed and for a moment she feared he was laughing at her.

“Oh we have got to figure out how to set up something on a rooftop.” His grin lit up his whole face and Toxinelle felt her face heat up. “I so want to take you up on that challenge!”

Toxinelle decided her candy wrapper was suddenly very interesting.

“Oh,” Griffe said, causing her to look up. “It looks like the rain stopped.”

Disappointment settled in her gut. Did that mean he was going to leave?

Wait.

Why did she care?

Griffe groaned.

“You know what really pisses me off about that fight today?”

Toxinelle blinked at him, confused at the subject change.

“It's that Hesperia always gets other people to fight for him!” Griffe continued on without waiting for an answer. “I bet if he came out and fought us himself we'd have his Miraculous back no problem!”

“Yeah…” Toxinelle relaxed. She was so used to beating herself up for failing. “He sucks.”

Griffe laughed at that. She tried to turn her head away to hide her smile. She hadn't said anything funny, but she still made him laugh. She felt weirdly proud.

All too soon, however, Griffe stood up, putting his baton away. She tried to keep the disappointment from showing on her face.

“I know neither one of us really wants to be working together,” He looked back at her. “But whether we like it or not, we're in this together.”

Reality seemed to narrow down on Griffe. Toxinelle wasn't aware of the fact that she was squeezing the bag of peas until they popped, sending frozen peas everywhere. She didn't have time to be embarrassed before he laughed again, and she found she couldn't think of anything else.

He gave her a cheeky grin and a salute before taking off. It was only after he left that she realized her jaw had been hanging open.

She was in trouble.

#miraculous ladybug #toxigriffe #toxinelle #griffe noire #my fics

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acidbathcat · 4 months

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awesome thing about depression is if you lay around wallowing for long enough all the pent up energy will activate at once and make you feel like you’re on crack for a few hours

#sorry i’m going to be very annoying tonight

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felixthefelix · 9 months

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Okay, yes, the ending of season 2 is heartbreaking, I’m very sad, H O W E V E R-

The rest of season two was SO FUCKING GOOD???? Instead of wallowing in desperation, focus on the awesomeness!

Crowley was am archangel! THE archangel! Aziraphale and him met as angels!!! Crowley and Aziraphale have an “I was wrong” dance!! The coloring was amazing! Crowley is a huge softie and Aziraphale loves it!

Please work with me here I’m so close to breaking down I need a season three

#good omens #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #good omens season 2 #season 2 #im gonna break down #sobbing #Crowley bared his fucking soul #and they just #im gonna cry #the strike needs to end soon because I won’t survive without season 3 #Neil please #why have you done this to us #im thinking about those tragic little gay men

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odocoiileus · 2 months

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Hi! Could I get some Eddie x Reader angst? Preferably afab/female reader. The angst is up to you!

pairings: eddie munson x afab! reader

warnings: angst to eventual comfort, brief heartbreak and jealousy, usage of curse words, usage of feminine pet names (princess), mentions of dealing, reader has a fear of being abandoned and is an asshole, eddie's also an asshole kind of (less than the reader). reader has symptoms of a personality disorder if you squint.

a/n: sure thing, anon! enjoy this angst. reader is of age.

you were never the most emotionally stable. you had emotions that were more intense than most. anger felt like fire, sadness felt like you were dying, being normal felt like numbness. most of all, you had a horrible, debilitating fear of abandonment. you weren't sure where this stemmed from — your parents were present in your life. nobody major in your life had ever left you.

despite this lack of reason for such a fear, you find yourself practically shaking in eddie's trailer. your hands tremble, your heart beating against your chest painfully. he's talking about one of his customers again, who he seems to talk about all the time. your brows knit together, a whirlwind of emotions taking place inside you. most notably, anger. and right now? you felt like you were being burned alive.

"yeah, I mean, she's awesome! probably one of my favorite customers. always pays more than what I ask, kinda like a tip. great, right, babe?" eddie rambles, taking a moment to look at you sitting on his couch. he notices the disturbed expression on your face and his smug grin drops, hurrying over to sit beside you. "hey..uh, what's up, princess?" he asks, voice as smooth as butter, soft as cotton. he places a warm hand on your shoulder. and normally, you would want to lean into his touch, wouldn't be able to stop yourself from swooning over him. but right now, you can't help but feel your anger build up more, consuming you like a horrible monster.

"her! and you!" you spit out, scowling at him as your anger finally spills out. "all you do is talk about her, eds! I mean, we can't even have a normal fucking conversation without you bringing up how great she is..all she does is smoke!" you didn't know what his obsession with her was about, but there was only one thought in your mind. only one reason. he must like her, he must have a crush on her, he must love her. it's irrational, but right now it makes sense. you feel like clawing your skin off. you're oblivious to the shock and hurt on eddie's face. "you like her, don't you? like, like like her." you accuse, gritting your teeth as tears swell in your eyes.

eddie's puppy dog eyes narrow just slightly, his brows furrowing. his mouth, once agape, is now in a deep frown. "no! I don't like her like that..you know that, you're just being dramatic. stop being so insecure." he scoffs, taking his hand off your shoulder to cross his arms over his chest. you feel as though you've been shot at the 'dramatic' comment. a lump forms in your throat, you suddenly stand up with a bark of sarcastic laughter. "I'm dramatic? fine! since I'm so dramatic, I'm going back to my house! call me when you get over the obsession you have with your customer!" before eddie can say anything else, you're already out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you.

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hours had passed since the argument – the sun had set, the night sky illuminated by the moon. you were curled up in your bed, buried under copious amounts of blankets, wallowing in your pity. you felt horrible, guilty, mostly you felt like an asshole. you were an asshole. it was always like this - after your outbursts, you always felt guilty, but in the moments they happened..you felt like you couldn't control it.

with a heavy sigh, you drag your hands down your face. "great going.." you grumble to yourself. a sudden clonk catches your attention, eyes darting over to your window. there's a second clonk, before you realize that it's a rock hitting your window. oh, god. that could only mean one thing. eddie.

scrambling out of your bed, you open your window and look outside, spotting the brunette. "eddie.." you mumble. the metalhead looks just as sullen as you do, if not worse, as he maneuvers his way onto your roof and to your window. subsequently, you move out of the way so he can crawl into your bedroom. the second he's standing firmly, he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.

finally, you break the silence. "I..I'm sorry, eds. I shouldn't have acted that way..I..just," you start, voice wavering. your hands find themselves on his chest. "..felt like you like her way more than me or somethin', stupid I know..I'm sorry." you say, feeling the lump form in your throat again. you will yourself not to cry. it proves to be unbelievably difficult once eddie speaks up.

"I'm sorry, princess. I promise you, I don't like her like that..I never would, I got you and you're..totally metal, 'kay? I just got excited since I've never had someone repeatedly come back to buy stuff." eddie speaks, and you're able to pinpoint a small crack in his voice, the way he squeezes you just a bit tighter. "i'd never replace you, never..just..just believe me, okay? I love you. I shouldn't 've called you dramatic." he whispers and you swear his voice shakes like he might also cry. you nod, blinking away tears. "I love you too, eds."

you pull away from the hug to look up at him, heart shattering at the sight of his brown hues glistening with tears. "I'm a total asshole." you huff, forcing out a giggle in hopes it'll lift the mood. you see eddie perk up just a little bit. "..come lay down with me?" you ask hesitantly, a smile appearing on your face when you see eddie's own as he nods.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson #angst with a happy ending #comfort #odofics #odocoiileus #stranger things fics #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fics

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donotdisturb0 · 3 months

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The Halloween party

Pairing : recom!miles Quaritch x fem!human!reader

Tags : smut, daddy kink, slight choking. Superior kink

Summary: With Halloween slowly approaching, bridgehead decides to throw a Halloween party for the RDA. The reader and her friends decide to attend the part in Playboy costumes. Harboring a crush on Colonel Quaritch, she always stays away from him. But what happens when she catches his eye tonight.

Buried deep in paperwork. That's how it always was. You didn't quite mind it, though. Yes, it was stressful, but it gave you something to do rather than to wallow in self-pity.

"Hey you!"

You were quick to wip your head around. It was Jessica, a scientist you had met along the way that you had come quite acquainted with. You would even consider her a friend. "You should so come to the party tomorrow. I heard lyle is going to be there!" She whispered. Jessica always had a huge crush on him; but you couldn't blame her for the fact that you couldn't even be in the same room as Colonel Miles Quaritch because of the ways he made you feel. "Huh? What party?" You ask in confusion. You knew Halloween was in just a few hours, for the clock had read 10:49 pm, but you didn't know of any party happening. Maybe only a select few were chosen to go? "Well, if you would get your head put of all the papers on your desk, maybe you'd know." She rolled her eyes. She was quick to put that aside, though. "It's a Halloween party. You know, since Halloween is tomorrow." Oh. "But when did we start doing that?" "I don't know, but it's going to be awesome. I just know it!" You had taken a minute to think about it. Sure, you had more work to do, but you rarely get yourself out there and have fun. "What are we going to wear, and who all are we going with?" You had asked her. "Oh dont, you worry about a single thing. I got the perfect outfit for us. Also, a few of my friends are going to tag along, if that's okay?" Before you had the chance to answer, she was quick to shove a box in your hands, one that you hadn't realized she had. "This is what we are going to wear. Meet here at 1700 sharp. Don't be late." And she was quick to scurry of with that. Deciding you're done with your work for today, you get up and head to your room for some sleep.

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Getting up from your seat that you have been glued to all day, only taking time to get up and go to the bathroom, but not even eating, you start to head to your room. Walking to the elevator, pressing the button, and waiting patiently. You had your head down fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. That's when you hear the ding of the elevator opening; so you take a step forward only to stop suddenly at the shoes in your line of vision. Your head was quick to snap up. Him. That's all you could see. That's all you could think of in the moment. "Move it, nerd." Miles had said harshly. You quickly backed up to give him and the rest of his group, lyle, and z-dog out of the elevator.

Now, it was not the first time someone had called you nerd. You have always been the one to focus on your studies and keep good grades in school. But that never stopped you from having friends. As their loud footsteps recede, you watch his, Mile's back from afar as he mumbles only something the group could hear, which makes them laugh. Shaking your head of all thoughts, you quickly step into the elevator before it shuts on you.

Stepping into your room, you sit on your bed, thinking. About? Everything. About him. About how you want his hand around your throat as he pou-. Blushing, standing up to take your mind off of that, you grab the box that Jessica had given you. Opening it up, you gasp in shock. She so did not want you to wear this. You were so not going to wear this. Holding it up to your body, looking into the mirror, you role your eyes. The soft material in your hands, it was clearly going to be fitting on you. Looking into the box, you found bunny years, wrist cuffs, and a neck cuff. That's when you notice the note at the bottom of the box. "You're going to look so sexy in this! Maybe Miles might see you and have a good time with you!". Rolling your eyes, you walk back to the mirror. Hell, why not.

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"There you are girl!" Jessica shouts. Luckily, everyone was already at the party, so the loudness in her voice didn't bother anyone. You had your costume on but with a trench coat over top of it. "Don't you look good." You comment to the girls standing in front of you. The smiling girls thanked you and were quick to pull your coat off of you to show your outfit. "Hell yeah, you look delicious!" Jessica comments. "Maybe you'll get lucky with your lover boy tonight." Rolling your eyes, you and the girls start to walk to the main room where the party is located.

After about an hour of drinking and talking. Your tipsy mind is quick to be pulled away from the group of girls into a random man's arms. Swaying your body with his to the music, you scan the room. After a few seconds, your eyes were quick to lock with the colonel's. How long has he been watching you grind on this man? How long has he waited for you to notice him? Miles looks you up and down, licking his lips, and he beckons you over to him with a come hither motion with his fingers. With a bit of resistance, you politely excused yourself from the man who was too drunk to your liking. You quickly made your way to Miles when only halfway to him he turned on his heels and walked away. Curiosity took over you, and you stumbled after him into a few hallways away from the main room. Once you turned the corner into one of the hallways, you were quickly pinned to the wall with your hands behind your back.

"Such a tease bunny, I swear." His husky voice whispered near your ear. Bunny, he called you bunny, was it because of your costume? With a whimper, you rebeled, "I'm not a tease," you said with a whine. Miles huffed, "Not a tease? Always prancing around in those tight shirts I can practically see through. And grinding on that guy? That's not teasing?" "I'm sorry, sir." You mewl. Unexpectedly, that sets Miles off. He groans and ruts into you like a cat in heat. "Say it again, bunny ." If you didn't know him, you'd think he was begging. But Colonel Miles Quaritch doesn't beg. He demands. "I-im, sorry, sir." There he goes again, ruting into you. This time, you feel it. His bulge right on your backside. You whimper, from the feeling of it, he's huge. "Do you want this?" He asks, and you nod your head. "No, bunny, I need you to say it." "I want this, please, sir." You beg, desperate for more of him. "Good girl." And with that, he yanks down your body suit, leaving the top half of your body naked. Then he rips your pantyhoes down the middle of the crotch. You mentally thank yourself for not wearing any panties. Miles groans when your scent fills his nose. For his new body comes heightened senses, including smell. He then pushes his long, thick fingers into your slit, gathering all its juices. "So wet for me, bunny." He purrs. You whine at his touch. Yes, you have touched yourself many times to the thought of him but never did it compared to the sensation you're feeling now. After a little while of touching your slit, you feel him prodding at your entrance, which makes you yelp. He slowly pushes his fingers inside you; making him groan with how tight you are. Pumping them in and out of you, you moan. "Shhh, don't want anyone hearing us, do you now?" He asks playfully. But that's when he feels you tighten around his fingers. He tsks. "Naughty, naughty girl." He chuckles. Not too long after you feel your orgasm approaching. "So close, I'm so close! Please. Can I come?" You plead. Miles looks down at you. Giving you a smirk. "Go ahead, little girl. Come for me." And with that, your orgasm hits you, coming all over his hand.

While coming down from your high, Miles, lets go of your hands and flips you over so your back is now on the wall. He hoists you up into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his thin waist. It takes you a while to realize he picked you up like you weighted nothing, making you blush. "I've stretched you out already. Do you think you're ready?" He questions. "Yes, oh God, yes. Please, sir." He chuckles at your pleas. Miles lines himself up with your slick hole. He slowly pushes into you, first his til, with makes him groan. "God bunny, so tight around my cock. Feels so good. " Slowly, he inches himself into you more and more; making you whine and moan. Soon, Miles bottoms out. He somehow manages to restrain himself from just taking you the way he wants to. " Are you ready girl?" He grits out though his sharp teeth. Unable to respond quite yet, you nod. With that he pulls put to his tip and pushes back in; making you cry out loudly. After a while you come to your high again, and Miles can tell as he feels you squeezing around him. "D-daddy feels so good, gonna come. Please." You manage to get out through all you moans. You were so lost in bliss that you hadn't realized what you had said. Though Miles did. His thrust became off rhythm, and he almost choked. Soon that goes away he he picks back up again going faster than before. "That's it baby, come for Daddy." And with that your orgasm floods over you. Mike's not too longer after, becomes sloppy with his thrusts and his groans gets louder. "Where do you want me bunny?" He asks. "In me please daddy." You squeak out. And with that Miles is bottoming out in you, with your tight count milking him dry.

After sitting there for a few minutes trying to catch your breath, Miles sets you down gently. He notices some of his come leaking put of you so you scoops it up with two fingers and pushes it back inside your cunt. "Where it belongs." He says. Miles makes sure you got dressed before whispering into your ear. "I'll see you tomorrow, bunny." And with that, he walks away. Standing there for a few more minutes to gather your thoughts, you shake your head smiling, and walk back to the party.

#miles quaritch x reader #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar x human reader #avatar x fem reader #smut #avatar smut

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sadboi-writer · 10 months

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Dear Jack (Series)

Pairing: Jack Brewer x Reader

Summary: Y/N has been overshadowed by Jack. Milton tries to make her feel better. In turn, she tries to support him through his attempt to help Nakamura.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: A few curse words, I think.

Chapter Two: Fat Chance

Jerry, Kim, Eddie, and Y/N were standing around Kim’s locker when Milton came running up. He was buzzing with excitement and was waving around a small trophy.

“Guys, guess what?” Milton tittered

“What’s up, Mil?” Y/N asked, readjusting her backpack straps

“Guess who just won the district wide spelling bee? I’ll give you a hint! M. E.”

“Meh?” Jerry asked

Y/N smacked the back of Jerry’s head.

“It’s me, ya toad.” Milton snapped

“That’s great, Milton!” Y/N praised

“What is that?” Eddie asked, pointing to Milton’s trophy

“It’s the trophy I won, it’s the bronze bee.”

Eddie, Jerry, and Kim looked unimpressed.

“I have fillings bigger than that thing.” Kim replied

“Come on! Who’s the man?” Milton cheered, “Who’s the man?”

Y/N was about to respond when there was a loud cheer.

“Jack is the man!” The principal shouted

Kim, Jerry, and Eddie hurried over and were cheering for Jack in no time. Leaving Milton and Y/N to wallow in their own pity.

“So...Jack...” Y/N trailed off

Milton knew what she meant, “Yeah...”

Y/N guided Milton to the crowd, and Milton stepped forward. Proudly showing his trophy.

“You know, I just won the first spelling bee our school has ever-”

“Hey, Jack! Show us what you did to win!” Eddie interjected

Milton sulked and walked back to Y/N. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Mil.”

Jack did a fancy back something or other that impressed the school. When Jack passed them on the way back to the principal, he shot Y/N a wink. She rolled her eyes in response.

“Well, Jack, I hope this means you’ll stay on the team.” Principal Funderburk hoped

Jack shrugged, “I told you, it was a one-time deal. I win you your trophy and you get a visit from the wedgie wizard.”

Funderburk sighed, “I guess a deal’s a deal.”

Jerry popped his knuckles as he approached.

“Just go with it.” Jerry warned, sprinkling some baby powder in his hands and handing the bottle to Y/N

He clapped his hands, “WoAAAH!”

Jerry took no time in hiking Funderburk’s underwear to the nape of his neck. The principal let out a scream.

“Is that all you got, punk?” Funderburk demanded in the highest falsetto his voice would allow

Then, the principal waddled away from the crowd. The student body started to disperse to go to class. Milton was staring sadly at his trophy.

Jack turned to the two, “Milton? Y/N, are you guys coming?”

Y/N glanced at Milton, “We’ll be there in a second.”

Y/N took her arm off of Milton as he walked toward the ladder. He seemed to be talking more to himself than her.

“You know, you’re just a little bee with broken wings. But you, my friend, are gonna hang with the big dogs!” Milton insisted as he started climbing the ladder

Y/N was quick to go around the other side and steady it as best she could. Once he got to the top Milton started to lose balance. But, Y/N couldn’t let go of the ladder without it toppling over with Milton. The scrawny boy yelped as he fell.

“Milton!” Y/N cried out

Before he hit the ground, one of the custodians caught him.

“If you’re my guardian angel, you sir, are awesome at your job!” Milton complimented.

After school, they were all walking to the dojo.

“He caught me! He put me down and walked away!” Milton explained to the others, “The only thing I know about him is that his name tag said Yoshi Nakamura.”

“Huh, I never noticed him before.” Jack commented

Y/N rolled their eyes as Kim stopped in her tracks.

“Okay, hold on,” Kim stopped, “ You didn’t notice a 600 pound custodian, but you did notice when Donna Tobin changed her ponytail from left to right?”

Jack scoffed, “Okay first, it was right to left. Second, it wasn’t a ponytail, it was a french braid. And third, maybe if that custodian had legs like Donna Tobin I would have noticed him too!”

Y/N chuckled and kept walking, Milton right beside her. Before they could go inside, Rudy stopped them with a wagon of trinkets.

“Huge news everybody, the magic shop across the mall is going out of business. They have to sell everything at half price,” Rudy announced, “I feel so bad for them. I think I’m gonna cry. It’s a good thing I have this handkerchief.”

He started to pull one of those magic infinity scarves out of his sleeve as he fake cried. He was giddy with excitement.

Jerry grabbed Y/N’s shoulder, “Yo, I don’t know how he’s doing that man... but it’s freaking me out!”

Y/N shook Jerry off and pushed past Rudy into the dojo. Rudy dragged his wagon in after her.

“Anyway, since the store closed a storage space opened up in the basement directly below us.” Rudy continued, “I finally have a place for all my stuff!”

“Oh thank God.” Y/N mumbled as she started to drag out a practice dummy

“It’s about time,” Eddie commented, “This place is getting pretty cluttered.”

“For real,” Y/N replied

“It is not!” Rudy protested

Kim sighed, “Rudy, this place looks like a crazy old cat lady lives here!”

“Okay, that is a bit of an exaggeration.” Rudy replied

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him and then made eye contact with Kim. The two went to the cabinet and each opened one door. They both scrambled back as Rudy’s things came tumbling out. A cat jumped into Y/N’s arms.

“This is not my cat.” Y/N announced

“Well, it isn’t my cat.” Rudy replied

Rudy headed off toward the basement with his wagon, he stopped and glanced at the cat.

“Are you coming Tip-Tip?” He whispered

The cat leapt from Y/N’s arms and into Rudy’s wagon. After he left Milton and Y/N went to Milton’s to bake a cake for Nakamura. Well, Y/N baked. Milton watched.

Y/N was lost in thought while they frosted the cake.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Milton asked

Y/N replied absently, “Did you notice when Donna Tobin switched her french braid?”

“Yeah, but all of us did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Well, you’ve been focused on Jack.”

Y/N’s eyes shot up, “I have not!”

“Ooh, big feelings.” Milton replied

“Just drop it.” Y/N mumbled

The next day, Milton was carrying the cake and Y/N was carrying a bouquet of paper roses they had made. Their friends surrounded them as they walked toward Nakamura’s supply closet.

“Dude, bringing custodian’s gifts is not cool.” Jerry insisted, “I mean, what’s next? Asking the crossing guard to the prom?”

“Eddie already tried that,” Y/N revealed

Eddie nodded, “She just wants to be friends.”

“I think it’s sweet they made their new friend a cake.” Kim defended

“Thanks, Kim.” Y/N replied

“See, when someone does something great. You know, save a life, or win a spelling bee. They should get some recognition.” Milton lectured

Y/N walked up and knocked. There was no answer. So Milton knocked harder. Jerry pushed past the two and just opened the door.

Inside, the walls were lined with newspapers outlining Nakamura’s victories in sumo wrestling. On the shelves were several trophies. They all stood in awe.

“Guys, do you know what this means?” Jack asked

Jerry nodded, “Yeah, our custodian is the king of the babies!”

They stared at all of the articles. Until the bell rang, Milton set the cake down inside the closet and Y/N set the roses on top of it. And they all headed to class.

They all met up after class to walk to lunch together. Milton and Y/N were debating who would be the better househusband, Loki or Captain America.

“Okay, but here’s what you’re missing with Loki: He has passenger princess energy.” Y/N argued, “As long as you provide, he will do whatever-”

Jerry cut them off as they entered the cafeteria, “Guys, look, there he is.”

Milton grabbed Y/N’s hand, “Come on!”

He dragged them up to Nakamura.

“Mr.Nakamura?” Milton called out, “I just want to thank you for saving my life yesterday!”

“Yes, thank you,” Y/N added on

“Hey, it’s what I do,” Nakamura answered, “Mop up barf, collect trash, and catch flying boys. I’m living the dream.”

Milton continued, “We stopped by your clost and saw your newspaper clippings, your trophies, and your medals!”

Y/N nodded, “We dropped off a cake and some paper flowers for you.”

Milton cut them off, “You’re amazing!”

“Then we checked you out on the internet!” Eddie continued, “You were a six time sumo champion!”

Jack nodded, “Yeah! That match where you lost your diaper thing and kept fighting? That was awesome! And disturbing... but mostly awesome!”

Nakamura chuckled, “ That was a long time ago. I used to be a hero in Japan. Now I plunge toilets.”

Nakamura looked at Jerry and took a few steps toward him.

“And you, either change your diet or use the bathroom at home, Jerry.”

Jerry looked at Y/N wide eyed, “You know my name?”

Nakamura chuckled, “Yeah, in the Janitor’s room we call you ‘The Bowl Buster’”

“You hear that guys? I’m the Bowl Buster woAHHH!”

Kim rolled her eyes and turned back to Nakamura, “Sir, I love that awesome victory dance you do! The Nakamura Stomp!”

Nakamura chuckled, “It started when I saw a spider in the ring, the crowd loved it so I just ran with it.”

“Come on, man, do it for us!” Eddie cheered

“No, I couldn’t I’m at work!”

Milton and Y/N made eye contact and then looked at Nakamura with their biggest beggar eyes.

“Please?” They whined in unison, “Just once?”

Nakamura relented, “Fine. Just one for you two, lil buds.”

He stomped once and the cafeteria shook, he stomped again and it shook more. He jumped and it knocked down anyone who was standing, including Y/N who fell on top of Jerry.

“That was awesome!” Y/N squealed

Principal Funderburk stormed in with spaghetti on his head, as Jerry and Y/N helped each other up and everyone else scrambled to their feet.

“Look what you did!” Funderburk fumed

“Sorry, sir, we were just having a bit of fun.” Nakamura apologized

“Fun?” Funderburk demanded, “I didn’t hire you to jump around like some hop scotching hippo.”

Milton pushed past Nakamura, “I got this.”

Y/N called after him, “Milton I wouldn’t.”

He waved them off.

“Mr.Nakamura would like for you to talk to him with a little more respect.” Milton demanded

“Oh, I don’t talk to you with respect. Do I?”

“Actually,I-” Nakamura tried

“This man used to be a hero, so he doesn’t even need this job!” Milton continued

“Milton-”Y/N tried

“Really?” Funderburk continued

“No, I really need this job-”

“He demands you to apologize to him right now!”

Funderburk smiled, “Really? Here’s my apology: Nakamura YOU’RE FIRED!”

Y/N sighed and chased after the principal, “Mr.Funderburk, wait!” After school, and after a very unhelpful meeting with Principal Funderburk they all were in the dojo. Nakamura was crying in the corner, Y/N sat with him as he ate his ninth pizza.

Rudy exited his office, “Guys, group meeting!”

They all grouped up, it took a second for Y/N to get away from Nakamura but they finally managed it.

“Why is weepy mchugey still here?” Rudy asked, gesturing to Nakamura

“The guy has been through a lot, Rudy,”Milton started

Y/N cut him off this time, “He saved Milton’s life and in return Milton got him fired from the school.”

This whole situation made Y/N extremely angry. They had spent the last two days getting cut off, talked over and ignored. When maybe if someone had let them speak, Nakamura would still have his job.

Milton glared at Y/N, “We found out why he quit sumo and left Japan in shame.”

“65 wins in a row! Then some rookie struts in and throws him out of the ring like a moldy pear.” Eddie elaborated

Nakamura heard the last bit, “Y’all got any pears over there?”

“There’s no pears, darling.”Kim answered

Jack continued, “As if that wasn’t bad enough, he lost his life savings!”

Rudy softened, “Wow. How’d he do that?”

“He went on a game show called ‘Are You Willing to Lose Your Life Savings’.”

Rudy rolled his eyes, “Fix this. Once the food runs out we’re going to start looking tasty to that guy. Fix this.”

Y/N nodded and went back to sit with Nakamura. He handed them a slice of pizza. Y/N patted his shoulder.

“We’ll figure it out Nakamura, you’ll be okay.” Y/N assured him

Jack approached the two and sat next to Y/N.

“Nakamura, Milton was right! You’re not a custodian, you’re a champion!” He said, “With our help, you’ll get there again.”

“I told you, it was a long time ago.” Nakamura replied, “Why do you guys believe in me?”

“We live by something called the Wasabi Code.” Jack answered

Y/N stepped beside Jack, “That means we never give up on each other.”

“We’ve just got to find a way to get you back on the horse!” Jack finished

Jerry pulled Jack away a bit, “Jack, it would probably be safer if the horse got on his back.”

Nakamura glared at Jerry as Y/N smacked him in the back of the head.

“But, uh, you know... either way!” He corrected

“Wasabi?” Jack asked, placing his hand in the center

Y/N was the first to put her hand in. The others soon followed. Trailed by Nakamura.

“Wasabi!” They all cheered

They were training and needed a weight vest for Nakamura. But, with just Milton on the front made him too front heavy so they placed Y/N on his back.

Milton and Y/N bounced as they came up on the finish line for Nakamura. Groaning the whole way from the pain.

“That was your best time yet!” Jack encouraged, “You ran around the whole mall in under four minutes!”

Y/N panted as they stopped moving, “I think this baby vest thing is fused into my thighs.”

“Bouncing around in this thing has given me a new respect for kangaroos.” Milton groaned

Nakamura unclipped them and Milton fell, while Nakamura let Y/N down as gently as he could.

Rudy came up to Nakamura on his way into the dojo.

“Hey, Nakamura! I saw you running around the mall, carrying a big pasty baby and Y/N!”

“I’m not pasty!” Milton protested, “I’m translucent!”

The group followed Rudy and Nakamura inside. Jack jogged up next to Rudy and Y/N.

“Nakamura is training for his big comeback!” Jack explained

“A comeback sumo match?” Rudy pondered, “I bet people would buy tickets for that!”

Eddie agreed, “I payed five dollars to watch the Kelly’s dog have puppies!”

Rudy and Y/N made a disgusted face.

“I’ve seen the miracle of life, and it’s disgusting!”

Rudy shook off Eddie’s reveal, “You know, we could have the match right here in the dojo!”

Jack quirked an eyebrow, “Well, that’s great and all, but we don’t have another sumo wrestler for him to compete against.”

“I do!” Rudy replied, he briefly explained the beached whale fiasco, “We kept in touch. I’ll give him a call.”

And then Rudy was off into his office. Not long after Jerry exited the bathroom wearing a blow up sumo suit thing. “Time for your real workout, Nakamura!” Jerry announced, before jiggling the stomach, “Let’s belly up!”

Y/N stared at him dumbfounded.

Jack approached, “Jerry, how is this thing gonna help. You look like a bloated turkey in a thong.”

Y/N let out a short yet loud cackle, before throwing their hand up to muffle their laugh. Jerry scoffed.

“It’s gonna make him quicker!”He insisted, “I’m scrappy and wirey! Now, come on, Big Guy!”

Jerry ran at Nakamura, who immediately sent him sprawling. Jack and Kim moved to help him up. Y/N offered Nakamura a fist bump, he smiled at them. Once Jerry was on his feet, he sprinted back into the bathroom.

The night that the match was happening Milton and Y/N stood with each other near the match. Y/N glanced at him.

“It’s not your fault that Nakamura got fired.” Y/N said, “I talked to Funderburk, he was getting booted anyway.”

Milton looked at Y/N, “I still feel bad. He might have been able to talk his way out of it if I hadn’t opened my big mouth.”

“You were just trying to help,” Y/N reassured, “There’s nothing wrong with that. Plus, look at what we’re doing for him now.”

As soon as the other wrestler stepped in Nakamura ran off into Rudy’s office. Y/N was quick to follow after him.

Jack came in after her with Rudy and Milton.

“Nakamura, you can’t hide in here! ...Or anywhere.” He said

“I’m not going out there. That’s Yamasaki, he’s the only one that ever beat me.” Nakamura lamented, “I can’t fight him, man.”

Kim poked her head in, “Guys, we gotta put on a fight. The crowd’s getting ugly, and they were none too pretty to begin with.”

Milton looked at Y/N, who almost immediately got the message.

“This is all my fault,” Milton whined

He left the office, quickly followed by Y/N. The two walked into the locker room. Milton tied up his shorts and took his shirt off, making himself look as much like a sumo wrestler as he could. Y/N took off her blouse and left herself in her athletic shorts and tank top. They nodded at each other as they went to the ring.

The two readied themselves in the ring and Yamasaki did the same. Milton was the first to move, running straight at him. Y/N went around the back and jumped on his back. Milton was thrown away, and then Y/N was slung from his back over his shoulder to the ground. Knocking the wind out of her. Milton grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him.

Nakamura grabbed Milton, before he could attack again.

“I got this one, lil buds.” Nakamura assured

Milton dragged a very out-of-breath Y/N out of the ring as Nakamura took over for them. Jerry helped Y/N to their feet.

Nakamura threw Yamasaki out of the ring, winning the match. Y/N was the first to his side, hugging him tightly.

“You did it, Nakamura!” They cheered

After a minute or so Jack came over. At which point Jerry started chanting for the Nakamura Stomp. Nakamura stomped once and the building shook, he stomped again, then he jumped. The floor gave way and landed him in Rudy’s man cave.

The next week after the match Milton was helping Y/N down the stairs. After a brief visit to urgent care they found out that pretty much their entire back was bruised from how hard Yamasaki had thrown them to the ground.

Jack was telling Jerry and Eddie about Nakamura’s plans.

“Thanks to Milton and Y/N, Nakamura is heading back to Japan soon to get his title back.” Jack explained

“You know,”Jerry started, “I could be a sumo wrestler. I would just have to gain like 5... 600 pounds.”

Eddie smirked, “Your mom did it pretty easily.”

“That’s it man-” Jerry took off after Eddie

Y/N chuckled at their antics.

Milton sighed, “Jack have you seen my spelling bee trophy?”

“I thought it was in your locker?” Y/N replied

“I thought so too, but I can’t find it anywhere. I know it’s small but it means a lot to me.”

“We’ll find it, Mil.” Y/N answered

“Don’t worry, Milton. I’m sure it’s someplace safe.” Jack replied, he glanced up

Y/N followed his gaze and smiled at him when they saw a slight bronze glint right next to the gymnastics trophy.

#Disney Channel #jack brewer #jack brewer x reader #rudy gillespie #Eddie Jones #Milton Krupnick #Kim Crawford #Jerry Martinez

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BTS PREFERENCE #1: YOU HELP HIM WHEN HE’S INSECURE

Warning(s): Slight Angst, and Hurt/Comfort

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

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Jin:

He sighs deeply as he stands in the bathroom, hands running through his hair as he scrunches his nose a bit. He’d felt old ever since Jungkook jokingly pointed out a white hair he’d seen on him during a photoshoot. He was old. According to some ARMY, he LOOKED old too.

Some people were beginning to refer to him as ‘Oppa-Jin’ and it was starting to really get to him.

You tap gently on the bathroom door. “Baby? You in there? Come on, lunch is ready...” You say.

He stays silent and you knock again. “Babe? Hey, I know you’re in there...” You tease.

He sighs and slowly opens the door. “There you are. What are you doing? Hiding from me on your day off. Shame on you.” You tease as he leans against the bathroom doorway.

“Babe, I... I have a question...” He says softly. You nod and watch him. “Would you... be able to help me dye my hair?” He asks.

“Dye your hair? Yea, I’d love to.” You say casually and he nods fast.

“Great! Let’s go buy some dye, right now.” He says as he grabs your arm to pull you towards the apartment door with him.

“Whoa, wait.” You say fast and stop him. “Why the sudden need for change?” You ask with a soft chuckle as you rub his chest comfortingly. He sighs.

“I’ve got..." He pauses as if it's embarrassing. "A white hair.” He speaks finally.

You hold in your laughter as you watch him. “And... that’s a bad thing?” You tease.

“Y/N..” He sighs as he shakes his head. “You don’t understand.” He tries.

“I don’t understand that the guy I wanna grow old with is growing older and doesn’t want to?” You raise an eyebrow and Jin looks down. You wrap your arms around his waist.

“Babe. You’re still the same charming and sexy and smart and fit man I fell for. A little white hair isn’t changing any of that. You’re growing older. That’s awesome. So am I.” You say. “Besides,” you say and run your fingers through his hair. “You’d make a great silver Fox.” You tease.

He chuckles. “You better be saying that when you have to take out my dentures.” He jokes and you laugh and nod fast.

“Deal.” You smile wide before pecking his lips.

Suga:

‘He honestly looks miserable being with her! Lol’

'OMG, the way he lets her hold his hand with no reaction. I’m 💀’

‘Obvious publicity stunt is OBVIOUS!😂’

Yoongi silently scrolls through the comments of different TikTok edits that showed you and him as boyfriend and girlfriend out in public, and how he reacted to talking about you in his interviews.

He frowns the longer he reads...

He wished he could be more outward with how he felt. Especially since he DOES love you. He just... had a hard time really saying it. But you knew he loved you, right? Or were you also tired of his painfully shy ways? He sighs and lays back on the couch. "Why can't I be... normal?" He whispers quietly to himself before rubbing his face tiredly.

You walk out from the bedroom at that moment and frown as you watch your boyfriend wallow in self-pity.

“Are you coming to bed, or... are you gonna keep me waiting?” You ask finally as you walk over, wanting to lift his mood. Yoongi looks up at you with a frown. It breaks your heart.

“You know I... love you. Right?” He asks softly. You hum and reach down to stroke his hair back.

"I’d hope so. We’ve only been together for a whole year...” You joke.

“I’m serious, Y/N." He mutters and you sigh softly. "I don’t want you thinking because I don’t... show you affection that that means I don’t... love you. I do. I try. I... I just get in my own head-" You cut Yoongi off.

“Where is all this coming from?” You ask as you move on to his lap. He silently hands you the phone, so you see the edits of you being more affectionate to him than he is to you. You roll your eyes at that.

“Baby. I know you’re shy. I knew that the minute you sent Jimin over to say hi to me instead of you...” You tease. “I don’t pay attention to affection or PDA. Cause I know you love me, and you should know I love you. You and all your black cat energy.” You giggle as you tap his nose.

“Black cat energy?” He laughs a bit, scrunching his nose as he tries to act like that didn't make him feel a little better.

"See? You're doing it right now!" You laugh and peck his lips as he blushes a bit at the affection.

J-Hope:

“I think you’re done for the day.” You say happily as you bounce into the dance studio your husband was in. He was STILL practicing the routine even though everyone had left by now.

“Don’t tell me. Namjoon called you?” He rubs his sweaty face. The man looked exhausted, but his own stubborn pride of being the 'dance teacher' of BTS was egging him on to get these moves down.

“Yea. Said you were being stubborn. What else is new?” You joke a bit as you walk closer.

“I can’t leave till I get this down.” He tries as he gets back into position.

“It’s late. You missed dinner. Luckily, if you ask nicely, I can open the kitchen back up when we get home.” You say simply.

“No. Y/N, please. I have to work on this.” He says again, a bit more tense. You stay silent for a moment as you watch him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask finally and he sighs deeply.

“I... I just wanna... I wanna be..." He pauses as he looks down.

"Perfect?" You guess and he stays looking down. "Being away for so long... There's new artists now. And I'm happy that new artists are coming up, but-" You cut him off. "But what if ARMY leaves.” You say, understanding. Hobie says nothing.

“Well." You begin as you walk over to him. "You ARE perfect. The DEFINITION of perfection. Baby, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy always focusing on the future...” You state as you move to hold him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re an amazing dancer. And an amazing rapper. But you're more than that. You... Are ARMY's hope." You say before pecking his pouty lips as he rolls his eyes at you playfully.

"You were born to be a performer. And you’ll get this move down. But not without eating and resting...” You say.

He sighs softly and looks down. “Mm... Ok. Fine. Fine, fine, you’re right...” He nods fast and you smile, pleased with yourself.

"Aren't I always?" You tease before kissing him again.

Namjoon:

“You’re all quiet since the interview this morning. Ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You ask as you twirl the noodles along your chopsticks.

“Nothing. Tired.” He says softly and you raise an eyebrow.

“Then look at me." You say and Namjoon pokes at his bowl of food, but makes no attempt to actually look at you.

"Joonie..." You say and he sighs, poking at his noodles some more as he bobs his head around to try and figure out the right words. “Jimin’s story.” He finally says.

“Jimin’s story? You mean him talking about how you broke my glasses a couple of days ago while we were all hanging out? That was funny!" You defend. "What’s the issue with it?” You ask in confusion. It was a simple incident that happened during a drunken game of twister. At a certain point, Namjoon stumbled back and, while trying to catch himself, he grabbed on to the table, not seeing your glasses there. He broke the temple of the glasses from slamming his hand down on it.

“It wasn’t the story. It... was what the interviewer said afterwards. ‘Always breaking things’, ‘Seems like no one’s safe from the curse’. Like I’m just some big doofus.” Namjoon says as he stays looking down, feeling embarrassed.

“You’re MY big doofus...” You try with a smile only to be met with a frown as your boyfriend finally looks up at you. You sigh. “Ok. Hey. Come here...” You say as you motion for your 5-foot 11 baby to get up.

He mumbles under his breath as he gets up and moves over to you. He sit in the chair right next to yours and you sit on his lap with a deep sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’s always an accident. But I always get seen as the giant of the group that ruins everything. No wonder people question why I’m the leader...” He mutters.

“That's easy. I know the answer to that. It's... because... you’re smart." You begin as you rock with him swaying with you as well. "And warm. And you’re safe. It's because everyone can be panicking, and you’ll still keep a level head. So, you’re accident prone. Who cares. Look around you, ‘giant’." You tease. "You’re in a home we decorated together, sitting at a table we built together, eating dinner we cooked together just now. And nothing bad happened. It’s not a curse, and you’re not a doofus. Now stop talking crap about yourself. It’s a rule of mine to always defend who I love. Even from themselves. So... watch your mouth.” You smirk and watch as Namjoon slowly smiles a bit before nodding.

“Now. Dig in." You say happily and pull his bowl to him and the chopsticks as well.

"Yes, ma'am.” He says gently before grabbing his chopsticks. He goes to break them apart only to accidentally break them in half.

You cover your mouth to not laugh, and he groans, face palming.

“I love you...” You giggle and he looks up at you with a sheepish smile.

“I love you.” He sighs hopelessly as you get him a new pair of chopsticks.

Jimin:

“Baby? Are you... sleeping?” Jimin whispers as he watches you lay in bed.

“No. Thank your seed for that. Stomach is killing me...” You mutter as you turn to face your husband of two years, but pause when you see tears in his eyes. “Jimin? Baby? What’s wrong?” You whisper as you move to hold him.

“Do you... think I’m... manly enough?” He asks slowly.

“What? Where is that coming from?” You ask in confusion and shock. Jimin has always been strong in his gender identity, feeling both like a man while keeping some femininity to him. You respected this from him and loved him even more for never making you ‘play a part’ in this marriage. You both acted masculine and feminine in multiple ways and found a comfortable balance. Hence why you were now happily three months pregnant.

“It’s... it’s nothing. Maybe I’m just tired. Lots of recording.” He tries fast as he moves to close his eyes.

“Hey." You grab his face tenderly. "Tell me.” You say and he sniffles a bit.

“Us coming forward with the pregnancy. People are... cracking jokes on Twitter about how... they didn’t even know I… had something to get you pregnant with...” He mutters bitterly. You scoff at that and roll your eyes.

“Baby. Look at me..." You say and stroke his cheeks softly. "You are more of a man than any guy I’ve ever met. Wanna know why? Because you don’t need to prove it to anyone. Because you know who you are, and you know what you want. You’re so self-assured and that’s what you’ll reach our child too. And I can’t wait to see who they grow up to be, knowing they’ll have an amazing father like you.” You state.

Jimin blushes and moves to kiss you softly. “I love you...” He smiles as he wipes away a few of your tears. You smile and hug him close. “I love you...” You state.

Taehyung:

“It’s nice to know you’re not just a pretty face.” You mock the interviewer’s comment to your boyfriend who had just finished promoting his new solo project, a jazz album.

“Oh god! I'm PISSED! Who is that guy to-“ Taehyung cuts you off.

“Baby, breathe..." He chuckles. "I’m used to it. Really. It’s not a big deal. Don’t let that ruin the rest of our night.” He tries as you guys get into the back of the black SUV that would be taking you guys back to your hotel room.

“No, Tae. It does bother me. And it should bother you too. You’re so fucking talented, and all anyone likes to point out is your looks?! Hell no. That’s where I draw the line. You deserve more respect. I think after all this time of you working nonstop, you’ve earned it.” You say before realizing you're ranting. You sigh and gently grab his hand.

“You’re more than what they want you to be...” You state and he looks down, the laid back, 'I don't care' image finally falling. He nods slowly, shoulders slumping.

“Thank you, baby. For getting all... fired up for me.” He chuckles a bit and you kiss his cheek.

“That’s what I’m here for.” You shrug playfully.

Jungkook:

“Hey, baby. How was the live?” You ask as you look up from your magazine.

Jungkook sighs deeply as he tiredly walks over to you and lays on the bed.

“Sad. Really sad. I had to tell the fans something.” He mutters, and you pause, setting down your reading for the night and patting your lap. He lays his head in your lap, and you play with his hair.

“What was it now?” You ask tiredly. Jungkook was always so mindful of ARMY, but it was hard on him too. He wanted to please everyone...

“They think I’m depressed! Or... an alcoholic? I don’t know. I told them it’s one thing to worry about me, but to just throw out those accusations out there like that, it hurts!” He says and you nod, letting him just vent. “Namjoon was right. ARMY’s changed...” He mutters.

“Mm... I don’t think so. ARMY... those fans who really love you... they’ve gotten older, yeah. But they haven’t changed. It’s the other fans. The ones who are so used to toxicity that they can’t help but drag it along with them wherever they go. But that’s not ‘ARMY’. ARMY, real ARMY? They love you guys. Just the way you are. You're doing the best you can. You've gotta stop putting so much pressure on yourself.” You state as you comfort him as best you can. He smiles sadly and sighs deeply.

“Thank you, baby. You always know how to get me relaxed.” He nods before pecking his lips up to you. You giggle and lean down, kissing him tenderly.

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