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whateveriwant · 6 months

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Hello, i hope you dont mind if i request agian! Could I get TF141 with an S/O who are just super prone to panic attack?

These are not meant to be taken as mental health advice. I'm just playing around here <3

Soap

The first time it happened, he didn't know what was going on. The sudden heavy breathing, the tremors, the loss of speech; he thought you were dying, honestly

It nearly sent him into a panic as he tried to figure out what he could do to help. Should you stay put or should you be taken to hospital? He just didn't know

However, once it had passed and you were able to better explain the situation, Soap was pulling you into a hug, the biggest breath of relief escaping him knowing you were going to be alright

He wasn't “happy” per se to learn this is something you struggle with regularly, but knowing there's at least something he could do to help in the future put his mind at ease

Nowadays he's got the drill down pat, so when he sees the signs an attack is incoming, he's whisking you to a safe environment where you can attempt to de-stress

Oftentimes it leads to him sitting beside you out on a curb somewhere, his warm hand rubbing soft circles into your back as he comforts you through it

Gaz

From the second he notices you start to pull away from him, Gaz is immediately on top of it, deploying a technique he's quite familiar with

“Tell me five things you can see,” he says, unbothered by having to repeat himself when you don't respond because he did not seriously just ask you that right now

But after enough prompting by him, you shakily list out five items, wet eyes darting around the room as you try to take stock of your surroundings

Once you do as bid, he'll continue, “Now four things you can hear.” And now you're starting to think you see where he's going with this

He'll work his way through all five senses, counting down to one, and once he reaches the final, you find that your pulse has slowed tremendously and your tremor has stopped entirely

Afterwards, you give him a shy thanks, asking how he knew that would work. “Simple,” he tells you. “Used to do it with my sister when we were young. It helped her then, so I thought it might help you now.”

Price

He takes the most heavy handed approach when trying to bring you down from such a rocky high. And while some people might find it smothering, you just see it as grounding

“Hey. Look at me,” his order is firm though his voice remains purposefully gentle. “Don't look anywhere else, just look at me. That's it. Just focus on me.”

If he has to, he'll even push a finger against your chin until you're meeting his eye and holding it, trying to focus on his soothing words instead of the anxious thoughts racing through your head

Slowly and deliberately, he'll breathe in through his nose then out through his mouth, guiding you to follow along with his measured pattern

If that's still not enough, he'll then take your hand beneath his and hold it over his heart, letting its strong, steady rhythm lull you back to a calmer state

“You alright?” he questions once you've settled down again. When you nod and assure him you are, he'll kiss your temple, promising, “I've got you, dear. Always.”

Ghost

When he realized what was happening with you, he quickly jumped into action, but in a way that was completely unexpected

“Remember when you first took me out for sushi and I didn't know wasabi was hot?” he asks you seemingly out of the blue. “Ate a whole spoonful before I realized. Burned like hell going down. But that was nothin’ compared to when it came out again later.”

The memory of that night stirs to life in your mind, and through your rapid breaths and trembling lips, you're able to crack the barest of smiles

He continues, “Or remember when I got sprayed by that skunk in the garden? You made me sleep on the couch for three days. Said I smelled like a garbage bin’s arsehole.”

That memory has you huffing out a short, low chuckle, and though you don't notice it, your pulse begins to hammer a little slower

And so he keeps going, distracting you with funny memories and personal anecdotes until all you're doing is smiling and laughing brightly, totally forgetting what had made you panic in the first place

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jojomiwbvb6 · 3 months

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The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

Taglist: @emzandthevoid @mentallynot-here @bloodymug @sprokat @princesspeach-00 @ghoulsquad @missduffsblog @yeehaw-my-guys @lma1986 @artificialbreezy

Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption

PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.

Atlanta.

The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.

The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.

You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.

"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.

"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.

As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.

"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.

Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.

You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.

All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.

"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.

"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.

"How about sushi?" Matt adds.

You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.

Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.

When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."

You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.

Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.

"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.

"Hell yeah."

You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.

"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.

"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.

"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.

"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.

You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"

Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.

"That's enough of that," you joke.

After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.

Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.

"Room for (Y/L/N), please."

"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."

You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.

Oh, you thought. He didn't!

"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"

The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.

He did.

"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."

You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.

"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.

You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.

You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.

You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.

207.

The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.

Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.

The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.

You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.

You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.

Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.

"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.

You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.

You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.

You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.

Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.

You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.

"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.

He begins walking you slowly backwards.

"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.

"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.

"Noah..." you whisper.

He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.

"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."

His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.

Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.

You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.

You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.

"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.

He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"

"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.

Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.

"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.

You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.

"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.

"Like that, babygirl?"

You nod.

"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"

"Yes, sir."

Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."

By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.

"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."

You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.

"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"

"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."

Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."

His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.

The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.

"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."

You whimper and nod your head.

"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."

You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.

The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.

As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.

"Everything okay, princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"May I proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."

Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.

Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"

You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.

"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"

"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."

Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.

Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.

"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"

"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.

Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.

"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"

You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.

Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.

"F-f-five..." you stutter.

His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.

"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."

You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.

"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."

You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.

"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.

He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.

"Noah!!" you cry.

You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.

Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.

Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.

Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."

"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."

"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.

Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.

He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.

He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.

"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.

His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.

Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.

"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.

"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.

"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.

He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.

He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.

"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.

Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.

"Noah!" You cry once more.

Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.

He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"

He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.

His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.

"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.

"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.

He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.

It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.

This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.

You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.

"Shower?"

"I think so."

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #noah smut #the Shower Scene Noah

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adoresol · 4 months

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omg jay how boyfriend sfw and nsfw please. im so fall in love with your works

SFW — jay is someone who absolutely loves spoiling his partner; from you coming back to him to home cooked meals, to seeing packages outside of your door from your shopping lists. he would give you the world if he could, but he settles on getting whatever you want within a flick of a wrist. he treasures you so badly and wants to express that within gifts.

— jay's a clingy guy, as much as he would hate to admit it. as soon as you come home, he's right by the doorstep with a small smile. the scent of his cologne engulfs you whenever he brings you into his arms, a kiss being placed on the top of your head. he holds you so gently all the time, softly caressing your cheek or rubbing your arms in a comforting manner. the sight of you on the couch or on the bed is enough for him to melt away. he likes to be the big spoon most of the time as he wants you to feel safe and protected.

— most arguments stem from jay not allowing himself to take a break. he becomes stressed out to the point he won't talk as much and it seems as if the energy has been drained out of him, and when you're in an uplifting mood, it exhausts him further. he wouldn't tell you what's going on and would just distance himself slightly, he's the type of person to need a break for rest before being able to have a proper discussion. but after arguments, jay makes it up to you so well. he'll apologize for his grouchiness and his distance, jay realizes his mistakes when told and fixes them quite easily as the last thing he wants to do is lose his love.

— jay tries not to get jealous easily but he can't help it, he wants to prove to everyone in the world that you're his and he's yours. witnessing someone making a move on you quite literally makes him want to gag, he can't stand it. he'll be quick to come up to the two of you and wrap his arm around your waist. he'll stare the guy down with a nonchalant expression even if he's boiling inside. you're used to jay so you can see right through him, and when the two of you are on the way home, he is ranting all the way through about the audacity of that guy. one small peck on his cheek or his jaw heals everything all at once. he's easy to get jealous but quick to please when it comes to you.

— dates with jay often last for an entire day, whether that is taking up time at the mall or outside markets or going to the beach or go karting, etc. jay is the type of boyfriend to follow you wherever you go, no matter what it is. he lets you do what you want and he'll be right by your side through it all. if you want to buy a huge bucket of ice cream and eat it all night long, he'll hold the bucket for you so your legs don't get cold. or if you order too much sushi for your own good, he'll smile through it all and says he'll take some to the boys.

NSFW — the vibes i get from him is that he ranges from a service top to a sub. jay can be dominant but contrary to popular belief, he's gentle and very smooth talking. whatever he says or does when he's domming is to ensure that you'll come apart as he fucks you. he can sub but he finds more pleasure in being able to make you cum because of his actions and doesn't feel that control whenever he's subbing, but if he is in a tired headspace then he loves whenever you take the reins.

— jay loves spit, more than anyone could think. he finds it so intimate, to watch as his spit dribbles down his chin directly onto your tongue. the way your eyes stare back at him with such intensity. or making out after a blowjob, your tongues clashing with all kinds of juices within your mouths. more than spit, he admires seeing you get just a little bit messy. the sight of his cum dripping down your chin and onto your chest makes his heart swell. or how wet his chin gets as he forces your cunt onto his face, his hands gripping onto your thighs as you ride his mouth.

— jay loves loves loves your thighs so bad, the way they feel so soft and plush even when his head is in between your legs, how your hips stutter up against his tongue. the moans that exit from your lips in utter pleasure, only for him to let you squeeze your thighs against his head. the lightheadedness that he feels is enough for him to start grinding his hips up into the air, absolutely indulging into the sounds you make.

— jay does everything in your service, all the time. he doesn't ask for much and it is rarely a thought in his head. it's enough to make you cum on his fingers, his mouth, or his cock. he does it all in your pleasure. but he loves whenever you get down on your knees as he's in the middle of cocking to suck him off, he loves when you tease him. there's times where you strip yourself bare and put an cute apron on to tease jay. all he gets to see is the curve of your ass as you take his length into your mouth, the apron doing a good job at covering the rest of your body. there's nothing he enjoys more than ripping it off of you right after.

— jay gets super needy whenever he hasn't seen or been around you in a while, this results into him being so touchy and desperate. you could be laying in bed and he'd nuzzle his nose into your neck, soft whines exiting from his lips and his hands exploring the curves of your body. whenever he's in this headspace, all he wants is to feel you <3 fucks in missionary so that he could see your face as he glides his cock in and out, he'd be letting out soft whimpers mixed with groans because of how badly he's been missing your pussy. would baby you so much, call you his pretty girl or his little princess. definitely starts kissing all over your face as he fucks you softly and slowly.

@lunicho <3

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ao3cassandraic · 10 months

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Kayfabe: A Good Omens meta

"Kayfabe," in wrestling, is the performance (including outside the wrestling ring) of whatever storyline is being woven around the wrestlers. Breaking kayfabe is Serious Business for a wrestler; the illusion is part of the event. If you ever wondered how John Cena could anchor an entire HBO miniseries brilliantly, kayfabe is a big part of the answer.

Because of their histories and how their respective Head Offices treat them, Crowley and Aziraphale approach their version of kayfabe -- their whole "I am an angel! You are a demon! We're hereditary enemies!" schtick, also their "we are good bad proper little footsoldiers, honest, Boss" schtick to their respective Head Offices -- very, very differently.

I promise there's a point to this. I PROMISE. But let me walk through it first.

Both of them know that one awkward question to Upstairs at the wrong moment and its Fallsville. Crowley, however, knows a couple of things that Aziraphale doesn't have to:

Punishment isn't just once; in some ways, the Fall is never over. Beelzebub or Hastur can throw you in the Dung Pits whenever, after all, or feed you to a Hellhound, or zap you like an Eric. Crowley's lot do not send rude notes. (s2: we do not know what happened to Crowley after Hell dragged him back at the end of the Resurrectionists 'sode, but I think it safe to say it was not great for Crowley. Litotes: your key to quality meta.)

Downstairs can and does check in -- or drag Crowley Downstairs for a chat and possibly a bit of idle torture -- whenever they feel like it. Downstairs seems pretty disorganized, especially its leadership, so I'd expect ad-hoc surprise inspections from them. Downstairs can invade Crowley's flat's TV, his Bentley's radio, and his very mind to perform those inspections. Crowley is never, ever safe from this. He can't relax. Ever.

Heaven, on the other hand, has 37 levels of scriveners and zero interest in Earth. Talk of "reprimands" and "miracle budgets" and Michael being a stickler and whatnot suggests a formal review process happening on a schedule, governed largely by the dreaded (but quite possibly fake-able or spinnable) "paperwork" rather than direct observation by Aziraphale's peers or superiors. Otherwise, Aziraphale is usually left to his own devices. Remember how startled he is when Gabriel shows up at the sushi restaurant in s1? This is unusual!

(We also know from Muriel that Heaven's records office doesn't seem to get consulted a whole lot. It's possible this just means that first-through-thirty-sixth-level scriveners handle everything, but in my experience of large bureaucracies, it's the folks at the bottom of the hierarchy who invariably get run off their feet first. Don't see why Heaven would be any different.)

Moreover, Heaven's punishments seem pretty light, on the whole? Our angel is so anxious and so sensitive to slights that I'm sure the reprimands aren't fun, and nobody likes a reduced miracle budget... but Heavenly "needs improvement" reviews don't seem to be a patch on the Dung Pits. The real threat is Falling, which is more than horrible enough to serve as deterrent; Heaven doesn't need to add torments.

Moreover moreover, Aziraphale is mostly aligned with his Head Office in a way that Crowley really, really isn't. I'm sure Aziraphale does a lot of his Heaven assignments with a song in his heart and a skip in his step -- it's mostly not smiting or the like. Crowley... probably spends a lot of his work time figuring out how to obey the letter of Hellish law while defying its spirit. Crowley's in far more danger of angering his bosses.

So Aziraphale doesn't have to keep up kayfabe a lot of the time, not even while interacting with Crowley. He can and does save it for the rare occasions Heaven takes a personal interest. Crowley, however, must keep up kayfabe always, whether Aziraphale's there or not. The courage it must have taken that snake to slither up the wall of Eden!

The way Crowley navigates his permanent need for kayfabe is twofold. First, his all but instinctive refusal to accept any positive word or compliment about himself or his actions from anyone ever -- "I'M NOT NICE!" If Hell were ever to hear someone characterizing Crowley that way... That's also why Crowley is a bit less exercised when Jimbriel calls him nice: "nobody'll ever believe you."

Second, a species of Orwellian doublethink: maintaining a running commentary in his head of how he's going to justify any unHellish actions to Hell, since he can never know exactly when he'll have to or what exactly they'll have a bug up their butt (sorry, Beez) about. Even high as a kite on laudanum in the Edinburgh cemetery, Crowley can explain his current justification (in a curiously sober voice -- is Crowley ever really high in that scene? or is it all kayfabe? I lean toward kayfabe) to Aziraphale, "Not kind! Off my head on laudanum, not responsible for my actions."

We can see the kayfabe mismatch play out a few times, and it does appear that Aziraphale gets more concerned for Crowley's safety and more aware of Crowley's need for kayfabe post-Arrangement. That doesn't mean he always remembers, of course -- he wouldn't, he just doesn't have that same desperate need. And, of course, the ineffable walnuts do not communicate, as s2 went to some lengths to point out. I do think kayfabe is part of that -- it's hard for Crowley to be sincere when he's constantly doublethinking, and Aziraphale's off-and-on involvement with kayfabe (and all his other tendencies toward lying) disincline him to achieve or even learn about honest communication.

One s1 scene I went back and rewatched while thinking about this was the Globe scene, which contains Aziraphale's Saint-Peter-esque three-time denial of Crowley. I find it easy now to read that as Aziraphale going "oh crap do I need to drop back into kayfabe now? I didn't break kayfabe, did I?" and Crowley grinning, at least partly as reassurance. (Partly, of course, because Aziraphale is cute and funny even when kayfabing -- and partly because Aziraphale's sudden drop into kayfabe is Aziraphale trying to protect Crowley, of course Crowley's pleased by that.)

The wall pin, now that I think about it, also gains a little nuance from this. Crowley's fear-laced ire is genuine, but how many times must Aziraphale have heard Crowley snarl at him not to break kayfabe in this way? No surprise he's a little unimpressed. (With Crowley's demand. He's clearly very impressed by Crowley.)

In the s2 Job minisode, Aziraphale hilariously drops kayfabe (and that epic whole-body halo, loved that, great job FX folks) almost immediately. Crowley allows it, because Crowley is on firm ground -- Hell will be just fine with Crowley wrapping the angel in a Chuck-Jones-cartoon amount of scroll parchment and flipping him off.

When angel and demon collude on the con later, of course, they observe kayfabe, improv-style -- Crowley helps Aziraphale deal with the Job's-children situation without giving either of them away to the watching angel posse. Interestingly, it's Aziraphale who de-gecko-izes the kids. That gives Crowley an out, sort of: "look, the mansion collapse missed them because they were in the cellar, I turned them into geckos, totally Hellish thing to do, they'd never survive in the wild, but then this bloody interfering angel went and changed them back!"

And how does Crowley console a distraught angel who thinks he's about to be dragged to Hell? Crowley explains kayfabe in the fewest and clearest words possible. "Well, yeah, you did, but... I'm not going to tell anybody. Are you?"

So yeah. That's kayfabe for the Ineffable Walnuts.

But I promised there was a point to this, didn't I? Yes, I have a point.

My point is...

my POINT is...

my point IS...

(not dolphins, not this time)

My point is, how much of s2's Final Fifteen Minutes is kayfabe?

That's my point.

#good omens season 2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #gos2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #ineffable walnuts #kayfabe #good omens meta #the point is not dolphins

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scekrex · 3 months

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Hey could you by chance do an Adam x reader who dies their hair all the time? Like one month they have blue hair, the next it's pink, then black, then red, and there's no real way to tell what color is next besides maybe a "I think people with *insert hair color here* look super cool", thanks and have an amazing day/night!

I fucking got you, as someone who used to dye his hair every 4-6 weeks, I feel reader's vibe

Pretty Boy Swag

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“Adam,” you called out for your boyfriend from the bathroom. It only took him a few seconds to open the door and lean against the door frame, his arms were crossed over his chest and the look in his eyes was critical. Even though he was very much enjoying the view of you sitting there only dressed in boxer shorts in order not to mess up any clothes.

In annoyance he sighed, “What color this time?” Like don't get him wrong, he didn't mind that you dyed your hair regularly, he thought it was fucking badass, but he didn't like helping you because no matter how careful he was, he would always get that fucking hair dye on his skin and it would take days to fade. Your lips curled into a playful smirk as you put on your gloves and squirted some dye onto your plastic covered palm. “First bleaching, then purple,” you replied. Adam's eyes flickered up to look at the faded neon green that your hair currently was and decided that purple sounded like a fucking great upgrade. “Alright, gimme the gloves,” he continued to act all annoyed as he stepped closer. The brunette stopped behind you and took the gloves you held up to him. Once his hands were safe, he took the bottle with bleach inside from you. Bleach was fine, it burned a little in his eyes and it smelled absolutely horrible, but bleach didn't stain his hands for days so he could live with that. As long as none of it got onto his or your wings, that was.

The bit of bleach that you had squeezed onto your hand you roughly applied, only for Adam to bat your hand away, “You want me to help so you're gonna sit fucking still and let me do my fucking thing.” He would never admit that he secretly enjoyed your little hair dying sessions. It was relaxing, really. “So why purple?” the first man hummed as he made sure the bleach covered every inch of your hair. “Y’know, because extermination is in a couple days and your battle robe is mainly purple so,” you shrugged as you watched Adam through the mirror in front of you, “So you thought it would be a nice fucking match, huh?” he finished for you. “Damn right. Whatcha think?”

Adam thought about it for a moment, “Do you have golden dye?” You raised an eyebrow at that, curious on what his plans were. “Yeah, in the back of the cabinet is a bit of leftover gold, why?” Adam however, completely ignored your question and continued to cover your hair in bleach silently.

Once he was done the two of you decided to order food and something while the bleach was working its magic. A thing Adam didn't calculate was that the food would take some time to arrive so when it did, it was already time to wash out the chemicals. So instead of immediately eating, you two went back into the bathroom to finish your job.

“So you gonna tell me what you need that for? I asked for purple, not gold,” you were about to complain but Adam pushed you down on your shoulders until you were sitting on the chair you had placed there before you had started to mix the bleach. “Split dye babes, if you wanna match colors, we're gonna do it fucking right.” You liked the way he thought. So he used the golden hair dye on the left and the purple on the right side. Once the color was applied, the two of you finally got to eat.

“Remind me to let you pick my hair color every now ‘n’ then, big guy, because fuck you have taste,” you mumbled with a mouth full of sushi and a shit eating grin on your lips. “Did you ever doubt that?” his voice was playful as he raised an eyebrow at you, a silent challenge. “Maybe, I mean gold and purple? C’mon, that's clearly a you-thing.” If he could, he would've tackled you and wrestled you down onto the floor, pinning you down. But he couldn't because that would cause a fucking mess, not only on the floor but also on your head. So he didn't.

Well at least until you had washed it out, because the second you had turned off the sink, he wrapped his hands around your waist, lifted you up just to carry you on his shoulders like a large bag of potatoes. “The fuck?” you squeaked in surprise as Adam carried you out of the bathroom and right into your bedroom. “Adam my hair's still fucking wet!” Not that he cared. He dropped you onto the soft mattress and leaned over you within a blink and for a tiny moment you felt dizzy by how quick he had moved. “Shush bitchboy, you look absolutely fucking glorious and I take that as my sign to fuck you stupid.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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kaliforniahigh · 13 days

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I decided to write a HC about Noah dating a girl with ARFID (Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder)

This is solely based on my experience. Even though I'm not professionally diagnosed, all the evidence and my selective eating points to ARFID.

And I just know he would be the sweetest.

Let's start with the first date. They were always nerve-wracking for you, because he told you he would be picking the place. But what if it had no options for you?

Other dates had gone south because of this. You hearing things along the lines of "why are you such a picky eater?" "you're an adult, you should eat everything!"

It goes without saying you've been out of the dating scene for a while. But something told you that Noah was different. He was very kind and caring, it was difficult for you to picture him being an asshole to you like the other ones.

Once you get to the restaurant, you start to scan the menu, hoping he isn't one of those people who like to order for each other.

Salmon, fish, oyster... as you keep reading, the fear gets worse and worse, because sea food is really NOT your thing.

But then you get to the kids menu and your eyes finally land on the chicken and fries plate.

Noah obviously notices this, and he obviously thinks he fucked up because why the hell would he not ask you if you liked sea food before picking the restaurant??

"You don't like sea food, do you?" He asks with a shy smile.

"It's not that I don't li-" "You can say you don't like it, it's totally fine, I won't be upset or anything" so you tell him that it's actually not your preferred food.

He stands up from his seat and extends his hand for you to take "c'mon, let's go eat something we're both going to enjoy. I'm not gonna let us have a shitty first date"

You're honestly shocked, because he is going out of his way to make sure you enjoy tonight.

The months pass and he notices habits you have. Like pushing aside some things on your plate, or checking your burger to see if everything is ok. And he really wants to ask, but he doesn't know how. And he doesn't want to offend you.

The day he really can't help it is when he invites you backstage to a show he is performing. In the rush that is everything before a concert, he really doesn't notice you don't eat anything from the catering table.

You give him a kiss for good luck and take your place side stage to watch him.

Towards the end of the concert, he notices you're gone. But he just thinks it's a bathroom break or something of the sort.

He thanks the fans, they throw the towels and guitar picks and he heads backstage when someone stops him. "Hey, man. You should check on Y/N, she doesn't seem like she's very well"

He frowns and runs to where you are, noticing that you are, in fact, very pale, your hands are shaking and cold.

"What happened, baby?"

"I just need to eat something, I'll be fine"

"When was the last time you ate? Here, we have food around here, grab a plate" He starts to look around but notices you're not on the same wavelength as he is with this.

So you have no other option but to tell him. The hard time you had as a kid, the never eating from the school cafeteria, or your parents not being able to go to restaurants because you don't eat anything there.

The patronizing looks you got when you told people you don't eat hot dogs. Or soup. Or sushi. Or sea food.

After this, he always makes sure he walks around with a safe snack for you. He calls hotels to make sure they have safe options for you to eat for breakfast. Checks every restaurant menu beforehand. Talks to his tour management about food options for the catering they have.

But he also encourages you to eat different things. So he always buys things he thinks you're going to enjoy. He says it's a win-win situation, because if you don't eat it, then he can have it himself.

I would like to write more on this topic, so if you have suggestions, you can send them!

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian headcanons #bad omens imagine #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens

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lenasprouts-words · 2 months

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olderbrother!skz headcanons :3

gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s! maknae line

i want an older brother… anyways

bang chan

oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u

like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you

but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)

age gap is like three years or smth so

his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one

movie nights every weekend frfr

or atleast movie nights on call

and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready

best best advice, like, ever

sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth

so wise

you painted a mug for him once

no one is allowed to touch it

it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm

sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone

and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you

’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’

gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’

makes you learn languages with him

when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first

bc he knows you like listening to tagalog

he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick

lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop

you got to make one that one time at home too

you send little messages to him thru out the day

and scold him when he’s up working

you know bc he gave you his location

you bought his bubble and constantly tease him

when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium

he picks you up and spins you when yall hug

its the funnest thing ever

will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips

lee know

okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you

your age gap b like, one or two years

he annoys you about anything

crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas

stuff like that

in turn you bug him about the members

’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’

he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up

but his hugs are so nice and warm

he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back

eventually he starts tickling you

but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you

one of your middle school friends had a crush on him

they were flabbergasted when you walked home together

buys you things that remind you of him

and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed

his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him

makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho

although once you got a note that said

’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung

once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi

your coworkers were like

’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’

you cried laughing hearing that and so did min

teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen

and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had

obviously you both r cat ppl

so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time

insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time

sends random ass pics on tour all the time

changbin

he absolutely cherishes you

like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time

youre two-three years apart from each other

he loves loves giving you piggy back rides

also loves squeezing the life out of you

youre the one he goes to when he buys something

and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice

once you took him to an amusement park

your camera roll was full of blackmail

tens of millions of inside jokes

one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing

bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair

your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign

and got bin a signed teddybear

he cried when you gave it

he constantly tells you to be safe

when your going somewhere

’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’

when you need a little pick me up

he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop

your emergency contact

one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious

’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’

almost started a whole ass fight

its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate

constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’

will run to get you what you need

if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know

just sprints to the nearest cvs

even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked

’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’

your on his close friends list on instagram

most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story

hyunjin

his day one frfr

like your only a year apart so your tight asf

his hugs will be gentle but so warm

bear hugs>>>>

his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort

he also digs his face into your shoulder

he paints many things for you

like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them

shines when you compliment him

teaches you choreos and lets you make up some

dyes your hair often too

spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg

those are the days where you can just. let go

tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp

spontaneous karoake nights

he gets worried when you drink tho

’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’

when he’s tired or down tho

one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations

face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk

when he goes home you take walks together and catch up

also you just. really like smelling his room

it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used

gifts you things from versace

his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey

picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together

you stream his music 24/7

he writes sad sad songs abt missing you

worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭

working on the maknae line!

#skz #skz headcanons #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #changbin #seo changbin #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin

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rebouks · 11 months

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Previous // Next

Gael: I hope this is better than the last-… Brynn: This is not smelly gas station sushi from dirty city, Berty. Gael: [laughs] True. What should we get? [Gael neatly slots his menu from whence it came, wiping his fingers on his shirt as he awaits Brynn’s answer] Gael: Brynn? Brynn: Uhm… … [Wyatt came to an abrupt halt; though unlikely, he figured bumping into someone from the past was inevitable. He wasn’t comfortable with the idea, but at least it was someone on his side, sort of-.. he hoped. She definitely shouldn’t have been, not given-…] Waitress: Hellooooo, Kaito? Wyatt: Hm? Waitress: Table five. … Wyatt: What can I get for you? Gael: Oh, thank god.. I thought I was gonna end up having to butcher Komorebian. Wyatt: Not today. Brynn: You look so much like someone I once know… Wyatt: You’re a long way from home; coincidental, I’m sure. Brynn: He kept his word. Wyatt: He did. Gael: Wha-… Wyatt: I’m sure he’s still very grateful for all your help-.. and your burnt phone. Brynn: Did he find his soul? Wyatt: I think he’s getting there. [Gael’s gaze flicks between Brynn and the enigmatic waiter, thoroughly confused] Gael: Sorry, do you two know each other? [Brynn snaps back to reality, shaking her head] Brynn: Of course not! Wyatt: I tend to humour tourists… Gael: Well, can you humour me with a recommendation? ‘Cause I don’t know where to start. Brynn: [laughs] We have the nigiri sharing platter, please. … [Gael signals to a nearby waitress that they’ve finished, leaving a generous tip beneath the bill that swiftly arrives. He tugs Brynn along with him excitedly, gibbering all the while; though she’s not listening] [She finally spots what-.. or who she was looking for. Locking eyes with Wyatt, she slides her fingers across her lips in a zipping motion. His secret is safe with her] [Wyatt wasn’t sure why he trusted Brynn so readily, but he did; and for the second time whilst in her company, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him]

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p1xe1sd34d · 10 months

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Miguel o'Hara sfw headcannons!

Some platonic, some romantic, some angsty a bit of everything if you will :}

Miguel does not know how to cook for his life, he will somehow make simple things like eggs burst in flames

On the contrary he's very good at preparing meals that don't need to be cooked like salads, sushi, fruit platters he would bring tea and fruits every morning

He is very and I mean very clingy he would be distant at first but once you're close he won't let go he would probably track you with his cameras if you stayed out for too long, he's incredibly afraid of losing you like Gabriella so he would do anything to protect in a way that doesn't destroy the canon

If you are from an earlier time period then he is, he would show you all the tech his dimension has and would love coming to your dimension to see the "primitive" technology

He would let you be the first to try on his new prototypes(if they're safe) and always uses your feedback to make them better! He even makes personalised versions for you based on the things you like

He is a very traditional guy, he would bring you flowers and make sure to get you in best wedding attire he could possibly find, the honey moon phase would last forever with him♡♡♡

If you don't understand Spanish he would try to teach you it, wanting to show his love to you in ways English couldn't convey

Miguel is AMAZING with kids, he would help Mayday with anything and keep her entertained however he doesn't this way Infront of people apart from Mayday since he gets embarrassed easily

At the start of your relationship, Miguel was a stay at home person, he'd rarely leave his apartment unless it was for a mission or he's being forced out by you or Peter

However when you became closer he developed a love for travelling and he started taking you out to restaurants, shops, nature walks wherever you like every month or so as he doesn't want to neglect you since when he became Spider-Man he became more distant with most of his loved ones and he holds you too dearly to not bring you to places with him

Miguel may accidentally become your sugar daddy, due to being the leader of spider society and constantly fighting anomalies he is often away and to compensate for his absence he will spend lots of money on you and bombard you with gifts since he doesn't want you to think he doesn't love you anymore

Miguel tears his bedsheets and other fabrics on a regular basis once there was an ice cream van outside and he was looking out the window and the music started playing and he ripped the curtains apart from being startled ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

He likes almost all music genres due to living in 2099 it's very common to hear music inspired by cultural music around the world that uses different scores, scales e.t.c as a result he will listen to practically every genre but he particularly likes ranchera, bossa nova and blues

Miguel created replicas of everything Gabriella owned since all the things such as drawings plushies clothes all disappeared along with her when the dimension collapsed and he sleeps with her plushie replicas every night (if he can even sleep) and placed her football on her offrenda (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

Dude is a sore loser whether it's monopoly, uno or Scrabble he will start flipping tables and shouting if he loses if not that he will huff for an hour and refuses to talk to anyone

He LOVES massages due to not being able to stick to walls and instead pulls his body weight up via crawling his back muscles be burning and sore after every mission and releasing all that tension in his back is incredibly relaxing and enjoyable for him

When he first got his DNA spliced and became 50% spider he didn't have any shots to suppress the spider DNA so often he would hiss and growl at people instead of telling them to go away like a normal person he doesn't do it anymore but he gets so embarrassed when he says someone on the street who he growled at and they look at him weird

When he first entered Gabriella's dimension he needed an excuse for having red coloured eyes, claws and fangs compared to the 'real' miguel having brown eyes and no non human features so he told Gabriella he was having a vampire transformation and Gabriella was gonna have one when she's older and she was really excited for when her fangs grew in

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel headcanons #miguel fluff #miguel angst #miguel spiderverse

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neochan · 9 months

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💌 - from the bottom of my heart, i want to thank each and every one of you who has decided to stick around <3 to those who like, comment, send asks, & reblog; this blog wouldn't have grown this big without you. & to the silent readers, thank you for indulging in my world of nct.

i never thought our community would grow this big. i mean, fifteen thousand people....and you want to read my writing? it baffles me honestly. but i'm so so thankful i have the ability to create a safe environment for yall to talk about our little kpop boys haha!!

each one of you has brought your unique insights and energy to this space, & i really cannot thank you enough. god, i remember sitting in the library like four years ago when i only had about a thousand followers... and even still, writing for nct has continued to bring me joy, and you all have been apart of keeping that spark alive.

& so have the mutuals i've met along the way. a lot of them have drifted off into bigger and better things, but to the ones who are still around, you mean a lot to me and this blog. never forget that.

huge thank you to @peachjaem00 . you've been stuck with me for years, and i couldn't think of a better mutual to spend that time with. we have both grown as people & writers and i want to thank you for always being there to help me through anything. i hope i can continue being that person for you as well.

& for @rainyjeno . you started as a reader and ended up being a friend. if it weren't for this blog, i wouldn't have driven hundreds of miles to see you and go get sushi, we wouldn't have facetimes and collabs etc. planned. we wouldn't have the friendship we do. thank you for always being here <3

and finally, @saintlyhyuck . kay, you aren't around much anymore, but we still talk all the time, & i love having the four hour phone calls. i love screaming abt things other than nct. i love planning a trip to come see you (my first ever international trip). and i thank you for being an amazing mutual to this blog.

there are so many others, @hykwrld , @mrkis , @hyuckmov , @ofjunemoment , @ohmytyong @lisired you guys are at the top of my head rn. thank you for supporting me and this blog. i'll continue to do the same for you <3

okay, moving on lol. i got too sappy i think. but as for the future of this blog. i have put this off for a while, but i'm going to stop writing soon. by soon, i mean this time next year. i'm going to be entering law school, and moving on to bigger and better things like my past mutuals. i'll be stuck doing real adult stuff, and i won't be able to continue this blog.

but that doesn't mean you'll see the last of neochan. you still have a year with me, sam, but once the time comes, this blog will be passed on to someone else who will continue the neochan legacy (there isn't really one but i like the sound of that.) of course, i may change my mind, if this becomes the stress reliever that it once was, but for now, i'm pretty set on this.

so here's to our last year, let's make it count, okay?

sam <3

#sam rambles ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ sweetbox #— milestones

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ynscrazylife · 1 year

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If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. ��I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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creedslove · 11 months

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I was wondering if you’d agree to write doing a living room picnic with Pedro and just ordering a lot of sushi, drinking wine and spending time together

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!reader

A/N: I changed it for Frankie because idk I got so thirsty and hungry for our killing mule man 🥺 I'm sorry anon 🥺

When you walked home after work, the last person you expected to see was your boyfriend Frankie

He had been out on a mission for the last few weeks and though you missed him dearly, you knew he wasn't expected to be back for at least another week, so when you saw him you squealed happily and ran to him, jumping into his arms and kissing him as deeply as you could

Frankie groaned in pain, his body was sore from the mission, the helicopter crash, all the weight he carried and the physical efforts he took, he felt like he was falling apart but his arms still wrapped tight around your body, holding you as close as possible, he needed your touch, your presence and your smell all over him

You held each other for white some time, you didn't want to let go of him and though there were a few bruises here and there, your sweet Frankie was back alive and in one piece

You smiled big once you saw he'd shaved, of course you loved his scruffy beard and how it felt against your skin, but something about his smooth cheeks sent a warmth down your core

But you also noticed the sad eyes he carried and you knew it had been a tough mission, maybe he would like to talk about it or maybe he wouldn't, you would let him decide it by himself

"I missed you, baby girl" he whispered against his lips, kissing you hungrily, like he'd been thinking of doing ever since he left home to go to that goddamn mission. He regretted every single minute of it, he should've never left you but he did and now he had to make up for the time he lost

He'd brought a bag of cash back home, and now he saw how stupid and greedy that was when his true richness was having you by his side

But things had been already done and he couldn't change what happened, so now he brought in all that money, he would use it to make your life much more comfortable, and with that, he decided to surprise you with your favorite: japanese and wine

You couldn't help but giggle as you saw he had pulled together "that's for you baby" he pulled you closer as you both sat on the carpet, using the coffee table to eat. Frankie's arms wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on your shoulder, hand on your stomach, stroking it gently

As you ate and drank, Frankie could only close his eyes and relax being so thankful he was home, safe and sound with the woman he loved in his arms

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 years

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Ayaka, Sara, and Yae with a Yokai S/O

The Yokai of choice for this writing is Ōnamazu, or just Namazu. They are essentially catfish who love to cause chaos and destruction, and can cause devastating earthquakes.

Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun with this! And for reference, this is what they look like!

Ayaka knew about the existence of Youkai (This is how Genshin calls Yokai, idk it's weird to me too) thanks to Itto, Sara, and Yae.

So while the idea isn't completely foreign to her, it's safe to say she hasn't met too many.

Especially when it comes to the type her S/O is.

They called themselves "Namazu", and showed their true form to her a couple times.

They were a huge catfish, and whenever they switched to their human form, they still had massive whiskers and slightly bigger eyes.

She thought it was cute.

Until they got excited at her calling them cute and started thrashing around, causing a mini-earthquake.

And so she only makes sure to give them compliments in human form, not because she didn't think their actual form was cute.

But mostly because she didn't want to entomb the Kamisato Estate.

Their love for wanton mayhem and destruction was also not entirely welcome, but at least they knew where to draw the line.

Though one peculiar thing she noticed is that they liked to be under mud in the rivers of Inazuma.

She didn't think too much of it until she left to do her duties as S/O did their Namazu business.

Which was vibing in the muds.

As they were doing so, they were caught by fishermen who brought the biggest catch of their lives back to Inazuma City.

Thinking it'd be funny for Ayaka to see them like this, they played along.

Until they were thrown onto the chopping board.

They began flopping around causing the entire building to shake.

Ayaka happened to be in the area at the time, and she recognized that specific shaking anywhere.

Going to the source, she saw a mess of bystanders and chefs trying to cut S/O to pieces as they flailed and spoke.

(S/O) "JOKE! JOKE! IT'S A JOKE! DON'T CUT ME!"

Ayaka was absolutely horrified, but knew this wasn't entirely on the fishermen's heads.

The sight of her calmed everyone down, and she took this malicious catfish away from the public eye, and she threw them into a relatively small pond.

(Ayaka) "..."

She glared at them, obviously not amused.

S/O's head poked out of the water, giving the signature catfish grin.

...Okay now she was slightly amused.

(Ayaka) "Really though, I'm in the middle of work."

(S/O) "I thought it'd be a fun joke, but they took it too far!"

(Ayaka) "You didn't say a single word to them that entire time?"

(S/O) "Listen, I thought they'd be smart enough to recognize that a catfish that's as big as a grown man isn't normal. If you want next time I can tell them my girlfriend is-"

(Ayaka) "There will not be a next time of this. Am I clear?"

(S/O) "Alright alright...I'll make it up to you, don't worry!"

Ayaka smiled as she sighed.

(Ayaka) "I know you will. Don't cause any more trouble okay?"

(S/O) "I make no such promises."

Ayaka's smile quickly turned into a glare.

(S/O) "Y-Yes, Ma'am."

Sara just wants to meet a normal Youkai. For once.

Then she met the Namazu.

And after thirty seconds of conversation, only one thought came to mind.

S/O was even worse than Itto and Yae.

The idiot Namazu loved to cause disruptions much to her headache.

Yet...they were also very sweet to her.

She's still slightly annoyed on how she managed to fall for such a chaotic catfish.

And even worse, they loved to torment her as a way to "get your mind off work!"

And the way they did that was flopping around the mud and causing the ground to shake.

(S/O) "Saraaaa! Take me to the skies!"

(Sara) "What makes you think I can carry you?!"

(S/O) "I dunno, but we can find out!"

(Sara) disgruntled noise

One day, she was patrolling the streets of Inazuma city until she saw a catfish hanging by the racks of a sushi vendor.

It wouldn't have caught her eye if the Namazu wasn't the size of an adult.

If this was their first year in the relationship, she'd smite the chef thinking they just fileted her lover.

But this wasn't their first year, and she knew better.

She casually walked up to the vendor and eyed the catfish with a deepening frown.

(Sara) "Where did you procure this catfish?"

(Chef) "Iunno, it just appeared outta nowhere. Though some kids wanted to have some of it, would you care for some, Lady Kujou?"

(Sara) "...Make sure to throw it in a pot of boiling water first."

The catfish began flailing from the rope, scaring everyone but Sara.

She walked off as it broke free, hopping on the ground after her and causing the ground to shake, confusing everyone.

Her eye was twitching when she turned around to the catfish who was staring at her with big ol' eyes, desperate not to get thrown to the pot.

She tried her best to ignore the slime as she picked the catfish up and tossed it as far as she could into the nearby river.

(S/O) "OW!"

(Sara) "S/O. Explain yourself. Now."

(S/O) "Oh come on, it was a joke!"

(Sara) "It would've been better to let you turn into sushi!"

(S/O) "You can't deny that it was funny watching everyone react when I moved, yeah?"

(Sara) "What I can't deny is that you're causing a public disturbance! You got my clothes all dirty too!"

She turned away and puffed before feeling an arm wrap around her with a towel.

(Sara) "...I'm not looking."

(S/O) "You will~."

(Sara) "No."

(S/O) "At least take the towel."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to grab the towel and saw their bright smile and the whiskers twitching in mild excitement.

(Sara) "...Alright fine, it was kind of funny. I won't save you next time."

(S/O) "If you promise to not overwork yourself to death, I'll promise not to cause any more chaos!"

(Sara) "...We both know that's a lie."

(S/O) "...As much chaos."

Sara chuckled.

(Sara) "There we are...Sure, we have a deal."

Yae missed her old Youkai friends, so when a Namazu decided to pop into her life, she was not going to let them get away.

Everyone thinks the Namazu an absolute menace, but Yae sees the opposite. She sees them as an endless source of entertainment.

She fell for them after the two have bonded over their long life, and the friends they've lost and made along the way.

And how much joy they bring into her dull life could not be overstated.

Yae being a Kitsune, she was a bit more clever in her antics while her Namazu S/O said 'to hell with subtlety' and went on full chaos.

And Yae loved it.

Deciding to play a prank on them after the countless ones they played on her, she told the shrine maidens to bring her a catfish from the pond and into the kitchen.

They were a bit confused as to why the catfish was an absolute unit, but they knew better than to question Yae's judgement.

When the catfish woke up, the first thing they saw was Yae with a knife in her hands.

The scream could be heard from the bottom of the Shrine, scaring everyone to death on top.

The catfish flailed violently, or at least attempted to.

They was tied down to prevent a deadly earthquake, but it provided Yae with at least 5 minutes of laughter.

Turning back into human, they looked at her.

(S/O) "YAE, WHAT THE HECK?!"

Finally managing to stop laughing, she wiped away a tear forming.

(Yae) "Oh come on, S/O. It was a joke."

(S/O) "I thought I was going to die!"

(Yae) "Don't be dramatic. I found your journal. You were planning to make this exact joke a week from now."

(S/O) "Wha-How did you know!?"

(Yae) "...Dear, you don't just leave a journal directly next to a pond, and don't expect me to read it."

(S/O) "...Fair enough. So uh, can you untie me?"

They were still tied up from their hands and feet, trying to wiggle their way out.

Yae knelt down and S/O could see a glint in her eyes.

(Yae) "Well, foxes have been known to eat fish.~"

Getting MUCH too close for comfort, S/O quickly rolled away out the door, down the stairs, and back into the pond, confusing the shrine maidens to no end.

And getting Yae to burst out laughing for another 5 minutes.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #sara kujou x reader #yae miko x reader #ayaka kamisato #sara kujou #yae miko

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spacedys · 1 year

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skincare & i like you's.

the cold open to the latest episode of criminal minds played on the tv as you sat on the couch with NISHINOYA, applying a skincare mask onto your faces as he rambled on about his day - the show would always start out as background noise, but as it progressed, you'd both go quiet and watch the episode.

"so, i'm looking at shoyo's food, then at mine— and i realize how much yummier his is!" he says muffledly, he couldn't move much since you were still applying the mask to his face. "so, naturally, i just take 3 spoon servings out of his food!"

you let out a gasp, shaking your head in disappointment. "why would you do that, you monster!"

he pouts at you, "wha— don't call me a monster, his food looked scrumptious and mine was basic, you shoulda seen it! and then daichi got mad at me.." "of course, because you took shoyo's food!"

since you were both still in your second year of highschool, you obviously weren't living together - yet with how much he stayed over and snuck in, he practically treated your parents' home as his.

once you set the 20-minute alarm, you climbed off of nishinoya's lap and settled in, laying down against the armrest of the couch and pulling him close to you as you divided your attention to the tv and his story.

"it was a stupid idea to even think about taking his food," you muttered quietly as you your hands through his soft brown hair, nodding along and making occasional comments to his story - which technically was definitely 7 different stories now, but you didn't mind much, you liked when he talked. and he liked when you listened.

nishinoya liked the way your expression softens when you look at him, the way your eyes light up at the sight of a new cheap sushi bar you could eat at, and he liked the way you would stare at the plates of food as it moved in tiny little cars next to your booth, even if it tasted bad, you both seemed to like it a lot. "can 'good' sushi move around me?" you would argue, "i don't think so."

nishinoya liked how even if he would get a little intense sometimes with volleyball, you would get intense as well— he liked how you were always cheering him on from the audience. he liked how you were the loudest there; wearing his jersey and cheering his name.

nishinoya liked how after a bad game, he could find comfort in you. whether he wanted to rant about it, eat something, watch a movie, or just sit in silence, he would want to do it with you.

"i like you, yn." he mumbles into the crook of your neck as you watch tv, he could practically feel the smile on your face as he uttered those words. you snort, "i better hope so! because if not, then as your partner, we're gonna have a huge fight, nishinoya." you joke.

it was soft times like these where you felt the most at home - it didn't matter where you were or what was going on between you two, you just felt safe when you were with nishinoya.

"i like you too, yuu."

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hey! i had a little idea for To Build A Home;

y/n and pedro hang out together for the first time alone (y/n is very hesitant and stuff about it, and still unsure about pedro)

pedro’s trying his hardest to start conversations with y/n, but they’re giving short and vague answers, not wanting to give a longer answer in fear of starting an actual conversation and accidentally growing attached and comfortable around Pedro.

After they finish hanging out, Y/N goes to their room and tells their friend about the day and how she was unsure about Pedro and felt bad for how they treated him earlier.

Pedro tells Y/N’s mom about how the hang out went, and their mom isn’t happy at all.

Once Pedro leaves their house, readers called downstairs to talk.

Mom starts getting angry at Y/N telling them that this is the happiest she’s ever been and she could at least try to make an effort to bond with him, and thought they were open to the idea of going to hang out with Pedro. Y/N tells their mom that they don’t trust Pedro yet or something along the lines of that…. mean words are exahcnged back and forth, gets lowk emotional and stuff.

(jesus christ this ended up being much much longer than i thought lol whoops)

To Build A Home Pt. II (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/N: I feel like this one isn't as good. Let me know what you think!

Summary: Pedro plans out a day for the two of you to bond, but it doesn't turn out the way Pedro and your mother expected it to.

Word Count: 3,105

Warnings: mentions of abuse

There was no way you were getting out of this. No matter how much you pleaded or begged or even tried to bribe your way out of it, your mom was dead set on this.

You sat on the couch, waiting once again. For a moment you felt like you were five again, waiting to be picked up by your father to go out for the day. For a moment, you felt scared.

Your mom paced in the kitchen, it was something she always did. Sometimes you wondered if she felt safe in the kitchen and if the things that surrounded her there gave her a feeling of confidence. Anything she needed to protect herself was within arms reach, she had to learn that the hard way.

Your mom comes rushing back into the living room, “He’s here,” she said in a rushed tone. “Do you have your jacket?”

“Mom, it’s the middle of April,” you comment, standing up from your spot on the couch.

“Remember I gave you a twenty for lunch, if he tells you to put it away, you tell me.”

“Why are you testing him? You know he’s gonna tell me to put it away,” you huffed. You didn’t know much about Pedro, but from what you’ve researched you knew he was a giver. It didn’t mean that you weren’t going to be on your toes around him, because you were, regardless of what’s on the internet, you still didn’t truly know him.

Your mother rolled her eyes as she walked over to the door, opening it to reveal Pedro standing at the other side, “Pedro!” She smiled and gave him a big hug. He kissed her cheek before letting go of the hug. “I’d stay and chat, but you two should get going before it gets late.” She turned around to face you, “My meeting should end around four, shoot me a text if you guys are done before then, alright?”

She looks at Pedro, “She’s allergic to shellfish, so sushi or any seafood place is out of the question, okay? Also, she burns up pretty easily and develops a rash when overheated–Oh, honey, do you have your Epipen? She needs to carry that with her at all times.”

“Mom,” you groaned in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, cariño, she’ll be safe in my hands,” Pedro gave your mother a reassuring smile. “Ready?” he asked as he turns to look over at you.

You gave him a small nod before following him out the door, “See you later.” You heard him say to your mother.

Once you were in the car, Pedro handed you his phone, “mind picking out something to listen to?”

You shrugged, opening up his phone, it was brave of him to not have it locked. You opened up his Spotify app noticing a variety of genres in his liked playlist. From Prince to even Omar Apollo, you had to admit that he had good taste. It was all music your mother showed you or that you had discovered on your own.

You settled with Omar Apollo, letting his music play on shuffle as Pedro drove.

“Nice, I love Omar!” He exclaimed. “I actually went to his concert not too long ago, he’s an amazing performer.”

“That’s nice,” you commented.

Pedro hummed in response, he was nervous all day about this. He sat up all night overthinking different things to ask you, what was appropriate and what wasn’t. If he should ask you about school or if that was stupid, what kid wanted to talk about school? Regardless of all the questions, he knew he had to prepare himself for the worst. He knew that there would be a chance that you wouldn’t say anything at all.

Pedro mentally prepared himself for the possibility you would give him one-word answers or even the cold shoulder. He knew he couldn’t take it personally. He was a man that was coming into your life and it wasn’t going to be easy for you, no matter how much space he can give you, it isn’t easy.

Minutes went by, and Pedro cleared his throat, “We’re almost there,” he stated. He just knew that just because you might give him the cold shoulder, it was best for him not to react the same way. He had to talk, be himself with you.

You gave him a small nod as you continued to look out of the window watching as the ocean slowly came into view. “I swear every time I see the ocean, it always manages to amaze me,” Pedro commented.

You hummed in response. Pedro didn’t say much after that for the rest of the ride, he let the music do the talking.

Don’t take it personally, Pedro. He kept reminding himself as he continued to drive down the freeway.

Pedro pulled into the parking lot, and you looked at the signs directing towards the aquarium. It wasn’t a place you thought Pedro would take you to. He seemed like the kind of guy to want to go to amusement parks or even an escape room. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed that you weren’t at Disneyland.

You got out of the car and walked beside Pedro toward the entrance. Even though it wasn’t Disneyland, you knew it was going to be a good experience. Especially since this was your first time in an aquarium.

Pedro paid for two tickets and led you inside, there was a weird echo within the building, you could see parts of the aquarium from the entrance, and part of you felt like a little kid again. Eager to run over to the glass and watch the fishes swim by, just like the little kids in front of you. It was an experience you had missed out on as a kid and now you wanted to live it.

Pedro could see how your eyes widen at the sight of the tall glass that you had never been to an aquarium and for a second he didn’t know if bringing you was the right choice. Was he overstepping? He shook the thoughts out of his head, knowing very well that he wasn’t overstepping. He had asked your mother days before if it was okay and she had given him the okay, but he couldn’t help his anxiety.

You both walked down a small hallway that led to a dark room that was barely lit by the light coming from the aquarium. “Whoa,” you breathed out. Watching as a large whale shark came into view.

For a moment, you forgot everything.

For a moment, you were one of the fishes. Swimming along the water with no care in the world.

And for a moment, you felt free.

“Do you think they feel pain?” you blurted out.

Pedro gave you a small glance before looking back over at the view in front of him. This was the first time all day you had asked him something, he wanted to jump for joy but withheld his glee, “hard to say,” he began. “I think every living creature feels some sort of pain.” You hummed in response. “Do you think they do?”

You let out a small breath, thinking back to being a fish, feeling free. “No,” you answered.

Pedro felt his heart sink, he had to say something to keep this conversation alive. Anything just to keep you talking, “Why do you think that?”

There was a little girl beside you, you could hear her laughing alongside who you’d assume was her father. You hated the feeling it brought you, that gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach. Why couldn’t that be you? You tuned Pedro back in, “Dunno,” you responded with a shrug.

Pedro let out a sigh. You both stood there watching the fishes come and go, “What’s your favorite fish?” Pedro asked. He was feeling a little desperate, he wanted to talk to you, to get to know you.

But you, on the other hand, wanted to keep your distance. You didn’t want what talking could lead to. You didn’t want the attachment, mostly because you didn’t know how long he would be around. Was he just around until he got bored and then he’d leave you and your mother? You shrugged, “Clownfish,” you responded with the only fish that came to your mind.

“Clownfish?” You gave him a nod. “Mine is a Sting Ray.”

“They killed Steve Irwin,” you commented as you began to walk away, ready to see what else the aquarium had to show.

Pedro sighed, “Yeah, they did.” The both of you remained quiet as you walked from one part of the aquarium to the other. You watched as seals did little tricks underwater and the penguins wobbled their way into the water. It was all fascinating. “I was thinking maybe we could grab something from the harbor while we’re here?” Pedro says as he follows you into the Jellyfish exhibit.

You gave him a nod, “alright.”

“Okay and then it’s up to you if you want to go home after or do something else,” he suggested.

“I’m fine with going home after that.”

Pedro knew this wasn’t easy for you. It wasn’t easy for your mother either. He had stayed up with her in the late hours, listening to her cry over the phone, giving her a listening ear when she really needed a shoulder to cry on. It was the best he could do in his situation.

Your mother only told Pedro a small percentage of the past, mostly stuff that she was able to tell without becoming a sobbing mess. Your father left when you were two and manipulated his way back only a year later. He abused and neglected the two of you until you were eight when your mother was able to find a way out of his controlling hands.

The times Pedro stayed up late with your mother were the times she called him in the middle of the night, after a vivid nightmare that felt more like a memory. She would explain how your father would throw her against the wall during a heated argument or how there were times he’d threatened her with a kitchen knife. Pedro hated listening to it, he hated hearing the heartbreak in her voice as she broke down with a new detail. He hated all of it.

Most of all, he hated how even though he didn’t know her then, all he wished he could was protect her. Something that was impossible then but isn’t now.

“Alright,” Pedro muttered. His eyes never leave you, wondering how to bring down those walls with each brick, slowly enough for you to trust him. Enough for him to show you how a father is supposed to love. Pedro was determined to not give up. He just knew it in his heart that this is where he was meant to be, this is where his heart felt like home.

Your mother never spoke in detail about the abuse you endured. She had tried at times, but it always ended with her in a sobbing mess. She had told Pedro that the abuse had gotten to the point where she knew another hospital visit for you would draw suspicions, shortly after your mother found sanctuary.

And unbeknownst to Pedro, she found happiness when she met him. “My mom used to take me to the aquarium when I was a kid,” Pedro began. “Usually on the weekends, to the same aquarium and I didn’t care if it was the same exhibit with the same animals. I was just so happy to be there with my mom…” Pedro reminiscent. Pedro understood why you were so guarded and unsure of him. If he were in your position, with all the love he had for his mother, he would do the same.

You remained quiet, watching as the jellyfish in front of you slowly moved from one side to the other. Your stomach growled causing Pedro to let out a small chuckle. “Hungry?” you gave him a small nod. “We can cut this short and grab a bite if that’s what you want,” he gave you a smile. You nod again, you could see the disappointment appear on his face as he let out a small sigh. You were trying.

You were trying so hard to let him in, but it was hard. Accepting someone after trauma is hard.

Accepting that there is someone who has good intentions is hard.

Acceptance is hard.

And it’s harder when you are young and you were never given the chance to know what it’s like to live in happiness, to be a kid with a normal childhood.

The both of you walk back out of the aquarium, you had only been there for three hours, although it felt less. The walk to the harbor was pretty short, Pedro let you choose where to eat and it wasn’t hard for you to find a place right away.

You both sat down once you had ordered.

You took your phone out real quick to check the notifications you had gotten over the past three hours.

“You like Star Wars?” Pedro asked, you gave him a confused look as he gestured toward the back of your phone. You turned your phone around.

“Oh,” you realized he was talking about the Star Wars sticker you had on your case. “Yeah,” you responded.

“Me too, I mean, it’d be kind of hard to be the Mandalorian and not like Star Wars,” he chuckled. “Who’s your favorite character?”

You shrugged, “Dunno.” You looked up at him, noticing his furrowed eyebrows as he glanced down. “R2-D2, I guess?”

He glanced back up at you, a smile on his face, “That’s understandable.” The food arrived not long after, and the both of you ate in silence. You were glad that you had chosen a table outside so that the sound of the waves clashing with the shore could drown out the silence.

Once the two of you were done eating it was time to head back to the car. No words were spoken still and you wondered if Pedro hated you by now. You weren’t trying to get him to hate you, but you feared that every small response you gave him, gave him more of a reason to hate you.

You could feel the anxiety creeping its way in. You were ruining something good for your mother for your own selfish needs, you knew you were. Why was it so hard for you to just talk; To have a normal conversation with a man that loves your mother.

It wasn’t too late, you still had the car ride to make up for the time lost. You both got into the car, Pedro plugged his phone in and began playing where the playlist had left off.

Say something, you thought to yourself. Anything. You could thank him for bringing you or even talk about what your favorite part was. Maybe that was too much?

“So,” Pedro began, “What did you think of the aquarium?” He chuckled, “you probably have been there so many times,” he muttered.

“No,” you responded, “this was actually my first time.”

Pedro was taken aback by your response, “Oh.”

“I liked it,” your muttered. Going back to remaining quiet, where you felt comfortable.

Once you were home, Pedro follows you inside. “You’re both back early!” your mother stated as she got up from the couch.

“Are we?” Pedro greeted your mother with a kiss on her cheek.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and finish my homework,” you state as you quickly leave the room.

Your mother gave you a quick glance as you walked up to your room before looking back over at Pedro, “How’d it go?”

Pedro sighed, “Good, I guess?”

Your mother sighed, her fear of today's outcome was true, “You guess?”

Pedro shrugged, making his way outside in fear that you might hear anything. He didn’t want to paint you in a bad light, it wasn’t his intention. “I’m not taking it to heart, Yesenia.”

“What did she say?”

“That’s the thing, she didn’t say anything?” Your mother gave him a confused look, “She was quiet and gave the occasional one-word answers. Honestly, I don’t blame her.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Yesenia, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

Pedro sighed, looking at his watch, “Don’t be too hard on her, I get where she’s coming from. I have to go make a couple of calls before work tomorrow morning, let’s have lunch?”

She nods, “Don’t forget you’re installing my new bookshelf on Wednesday.” Yesenia waves Pedro goodbye as he gets in his car. She waits until he’s out of sight to go back inside. To say she was mad was an understatement, you had given her your word that you’d try to make conversation with him.

“Y/N!” Your mother called out.

You came running down the stairs a few seconds later, “Yes?”

“I need you to explain something to me,” she began. “When you told me the other night that you’d try to make conversation with Pedro and that this whole idea of hanging out with him was a good idea, did you intend to lie to me the whole time?”

You rolled your eyes, “Mom, I really did try.”

“That’s not what it sounds like to me.”

“Mo-”

“This is the happiest I have been in years, Y/N. Years. The least you could do is make an effort to like the man.”

“But mo-”

“If you were just honest with me-”

“How can I be!? God, I have to tip-toe around you now because of how emotional you are since Dad! I’m sorry if I take my time trusting a man I barely met! I’m not like you, mom!”

Your mother was taken aback by your response. “You know it has taken me a long time to trust people, to even open my heart up again.”

You sighed, “I’m sorry, that was a low blow.”

Your mother shook her head, “I-I can’t even look at your right now.”

“Mom-” You took a step forward.

Your mother took a step back, “Go to your room.”

You didn’t try to fight your mother on this, you knew she needed her space. You walked back up the stairs to your room. Yes, it was a low blow, but you felt like your mother forgot that even though you both were in the same war, you are still fighting different battles. Battles that to this day you were struggling to overcome.

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