#I went overboard maybe but I couldn't help myself----

[submastrain]

Got inspired by @aphelverne ‘s Archeops!Emmet

[deargojou]

【 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 (𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘) 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒 】

You felt a sharp smack on your ass as you stood at the kitchen counter making your morning coffee. Nearly sloshing your creamer all over the place, you turned and gave Gojo an exasperated look.

“Really?” you sighed.

He stood there, grinning unapologetically. “I can’t help it! Your butt is just so cute and round, like a little peach.” To emphasize his point, he gave your ass another hearty squeeze.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop a small chuckle from escaping. Gojo had always found enjoyment when it came to grabbing your rear end. Ever since you started dating, he took immense joy in smacking, squeezing, or groping your ass at any given opportunity.

At first, it flustered and embarrassed you. But now, after nearly a year together, you were used to his playful antics.

Mostly, you found it endearing―when he wasn’t going overboard, that is.

After doctoring up your coffee, you crossed to the small kitchen table and sat down to enjoy your breakfast. Gojo’s long fingers immediately crept under the back of your chair, finding and pinching your ass. You jumped, nearly choking on your coffee.

“Satoru!” you scolded.

He laughed, clearly delighting in having caught you off guard. “Sorry, baby~ I just can’t resist! Your butt is so tempting.”

You fixed him with your best withering look, which only made him grin wider. With a dramatic sigh, you went back to sipping your coffee and reading the news on your phone.

After cleaning up from breakfast, you decided to be productive and tidy up the living room. You began dusting the shelves and surfaces, pointedly ignoring Gojo sitting on the couch behind you.

You were bent over wiping down the TV stand when you felt a sharp smack on your ass. You stood up swiftly, whirling around to face your snickering boyfriend.

“Satoru! Enough already!” you huffed.

“Sorry, I just couldn't stop myself,” he claimed innocently. “You were bent over right in front of me, it was too perfect to pass up.”

Despite your exasperation, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “You are terrible.”

Gojo grinned, completely unrepentant. He patted his knee in an invitation. “Come here and sit with me.”

You eyed him warily. “So you can grope my butt some more?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. Still, you found yourself settling onto his lap. His arms wrapped around you as you leaned into his chest.

“You know, I just love you so much, I can’t keep my hands off you,” Gojo murmured into your hair.

“Of course I know that. And I don’t really mind. Just maybe tone it down a little in public, please?”

Gojo let out a chuckle, “I’ll try, but no promises. Your butt is just too glorious not to be appreciated whenever possible.”

To emphasize his point, his hand drifted down to squeeze your ass again. You yelped in surprise, then dissolved into giggles.

After a lazy morning cuddling on the couch, you stood up and announced you were going to take a shower. As you walked away, you paused and looked over your shoulder.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned, seeing him poised to strike.

He put his hands up innocently. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes but continued to the bathroom. You took your time enjoying a long, hot shower, allowing the water to soothe away any tension. After toweling off, you slid into comfy housewear.

Walking back out into the living room toweling your hair dry, you didn’t see Gojo. You breathed a small sigh of relief, glad to have a reprieve from his antics.

You padded into the kitchen in search of a snack. Humming to yourself, you bent down to rifle through the fridge.

Suddenly, you felt two large hands squeeze your ass enthusiastically. You shrieked in surprise, bumping your head on the fridge shelf. Spinning around, you saw Gojo doubled over in laughter.

“Satoru! You scared me!” you scolded, though you were fighting back laughter yourself.

“I’m sorry! I couldn't resist with you bent over like that,” Gojo claimed between snickers.

You swatted his chest with the towel still in your hand. “That’s it, no more Ms. Nice Girlfriend. I’m going to get you back for this!”

“Oh, really? I’d like to see you try.”

You fixed him with your best menacing look. Though inside, you were turning over ideas for how to give him a taste of his own medicine.

The perfect opportunity arose that evening. You and Gojo were settling into bed after a lazy day spent lounging around the apartment. As you slid under the covers, a delightfully wicked idea came to you.

You rolled onto your side, turning your back to Gojo. After a few minutes, you felt the bed dip as he scooted closer to you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist in a spooning cuddle.

You held your breath, waiting for the opportune moment. When you felt his hand slide down to cup your bottom, you struck. In one swift movement, you whipped around and delivered a sharp smack to Gojo’s pajama-clad ass.

“Hey!” he yelped in surprise.

You collapsed into laughter at the shocked expression on his face. “Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” you teased.

“I’ve created a monster!” His surprise morphed into an impressed grin. “But I have to admit, I liked it.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t get too excited. That was payback for earlier.” Settling back down, you added, “But maybe I’ll spank you again if you behave yourself.”

“Oh, kinky~” Gojo barked out a delighted laugh and pulled you close. “I knew I loved you for a reason.” He nuzzled into your neck, his earlier antics temporarily forgotten.

[ignivv]

So like... i went a little overboard.. but oh well! It's a living!

Can u guys tell that i gave up on hands🔪

Maybe ill polish it some more later...

Daddy brainriot is real

I love all of them!

Yes, most of them got the gray hair treatment... I couldn't help myself.

It was very fun coming up with these designs! Not gonna lie there's a lot of already established traits in daddies community that inspired me. I hope you'll like my interpretations!

[cerise-on-top]

pookie 🥹🥹🥹

your writing 🥹🥹

is so 💗💖💝💕💞💓

I love it so much 😔

could I get gaz hcs with a reader who pretyy insecure around how they look around him?? Constantly fixing their appearance and overall just wanting to look their best for him 😢

FEEL FREE NOT TO ITS PERFECTLY IFNE ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Shrimp, thank you so much for your kind words, it's incredible to hear such praise from a writer as great as you 🥹 And of course you can, you can get just about anything if you ask for it!! I was so happy when I read your request today! Was really looking forward to writing it! I'm sorry if I went a bit overboard with those HCs, I just love Gaz so dearly I couldn't help myself, I needed to get this out of my system, every single thought needed to be put to paper for Gaz because he is among my favorites! Need a man like him to buy me ice cream!! Either way, thank you for your request, sorry for rambling, and I hope these are alright!

Gaz with an Insecure!S/O

It would start out with something small: Straightening your shirt and pulling it down when your stomach was showing, patting down your hair to make sure stray strands wouldn’t ruin your looks, maybe even putting a hand before your mouth whenever you were smiling. Sure, Gaz noticed that, but at the time he thought those were just small quirks of yours, nothing to worry about. Some small mannerisms that ultimately won’t mean too much. But what was once you fixing your appearance just a little bit, turned into something much bigger. Sucking in your stomach until it pained you to do so, keeping your back straight until it felt like you were about to topple over, bearing a faux smile even as your muscles begged you to stop. Although Gaz will have asked you a few times to relax by then, his gut feeling telling him that something might be up, it was, ultimately, no use.

If you’re on the chubbier side and you decided to lose weight for him in the only way you knew how, by starving yourself, if you put on layers upon layers of make-up, effectively suffocating your skin underneath, never taking it off, or maybe you think you’re not strong enough for him and thus you’d hit the gym, taking on weights that are far beyond what you should lift, then Gaz will try to intervene immediately. At first he’ll be gentle about it, telling you that you’re perfect as you are, give you a tender and loving kiss along with it, hoping it would help. You’re so beautiful, you’re so soft inside and out, letting him rest his weary head on your stomach, you’re so gorgeous when you leave the shower, body still damp without without the only thing that would make you, as you always thought, pretty, you’re so strong, easily capable of lifting him or the heavy grocery bags with no problem. But whatever you do, don’t overdo it, please. He’ll assure you how much he loves you, how drop dead gorgeous and perfect you are in every way, more often than he used to, but the dreadful feeling that it won’t be enough still lingers.

If you’re okay with it, he’s more than happy to hug you just a bit longer, give you just a few more kisses, praise your looks just a few times more per day. As soon as your behavior turns destructive, though, that’s when he’ll pull you aside and have a heartfelt talk with you. Although he hates making something that clearly bothers you this much about him, he will tell you that it breaks his heart how you’re destroying yourself just so you could appeal to him physically. He fell in love with you not only for your looks, he fell in love with you because of your personality as well. No one could ever make his heart flutter the way you could, no one’s presence could ever soothe and excite him at the same time as yours. Regardless of what you look like, you appeal to him. To him it doesn’t matter if you’re tiny or twice his size, thin or thick, muscular or frail. Marilyn Monroe could show up at his doorstep and he’d shove her aside just so he could spend just a few more seconds with you. Gaz is usually a gentleman when it comes to you, but please don’t be too upset with him when he’s being a bit more stern than usual. He tries his best to be kind and caring, but under extreme circumstances he might be a bit more forceful on accident. He doesn’t mean any harm by it, really, but he’s just that worried about you. You’re the last person he wants to lose. Although something he wants even less is for you to lose yourself. It’s flattering you’d be willing to change yourself for him, if it’s something that would make you a happier person, then he’ll do what he can to support you, but in this case he’ll try to get you to stop.

He knows it takes time to be content with yourself, especially if you think your value lies in the validation of someone else, but he’s patient. You need to vent about your insecurities? He’ll listen to you before making sure to tear down each and every single one of your bad thoughts. Your hair is tousled? This guy will start taking a bag with him, filled with all kinds of goodies to help you. And that includes a hairbrush. He can and will brush your hair, gently taking it in his hands, combing out any and all knots. Sucking in your stomach? He’ll get you to stop. If telling you so verbally works, he’ll settle for that. Otherwise he’ll try to get you all relaxed, making you forget about it. However, he might playfight with you as well if you’re up for it so you have something else to focus on. Point is: Whatever it is you need, he’ll do it. Communicate it with him, he’s willing to try out many things. You didn’t like it when he did this, but it felt great when he did that? There’s really no shame in telling him what you prefer, quite the opposite, he’s happy when you do it. That way he knows what works and what doesn’t. And if you’re ever at a point where you can simply walk up to him and ask him to tell you how pretty you look in that new sweater, how strong you are for lifting that crate, how you just wanna be told that you’re so gorgeous and or handsome today, he’ll do it without any judgment. Granted, you likely don’t need to ask him to do so, he’ll do anything he can to hype you up, but the option is there.

Gaz will, simply put, do whatever it takes to make you realize that you’re the most aesthetically pleasing person on the planet. It’s nice to know someone else thinks you’re pretty, but it’s more effective to know such a thing yourself. As long as he can help you reach that goal he’s happy with himself. He looks forward to those days where you walk up to him and tell him how a peacock is jealous whenever you walk by. He’ll build up your confidence and watch it prosper with your own care over time.

[philistiniphagottini]

omg hihi u write for like everything im obsessed with ?

could I please request for dante and “holding shopping bags that are too heavy for the other” from the prompt list (fem reader) ? i need to indulge the idea of him spoiling me on a shopping spree as if he doesn’t struggle to keep his lights on lmfaoo im totally soft for the man

tyty! 🫶

Oh my god hi! Thanks for dropping by :) I got so excited when I read this and I literally couldn't help myself and I just had to write. Thanks for the request.

Wordless Ways To Say I Love You

43. holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them

this is the dynamic i picture in this story

Dante wasn’t kidding when he said he would take you on a shopping spree. You recalled his exact words: "Shop until you drop, babe." Well, you certainly felt like dropping. You had been at the shopping mall for several hours, browsing through every shop that even caught a hint of your attention. Your boyfriend was more than happy to encourage you along, spoiling you so rotten that you felt your teeth were going to start falling out with how sugary sweet he has been to you, refusing to let you even pay for your own drink.

A wistful sigh blew past your lips as you exited yet another designer clothes shop for the umpteenth time that day. Your feet were starting to ache from the miles you had been walking around in your shoes and your wrists were begging for relief with the amount of shopping bags you held. Your ears were ringing from the countless noises of voices echoing around the shopping district, throngs of children and adults alike scattered in a sea of bodies surrounding you. For the weekend, the crowd wasn’t that bad. Thankfully, you came at a time when there were no important holidays coming up. You could only imagine the nightmarish hellscape it could turn into.

As you lost yourself in a myriad of your own thoughts, you failed to realise Dante sneaking up to you until his cheery voice broke you out of your stupor. Your shoulders tensed before they relaxed when you recognised his familiar voice cooing in your ear.

"Hey, those look heavy" Dante said. "Let me take them off your hands."

You opened your mouth to reply but all that came out was a mild noise of protest as Dante plucked the shopping bags from your grasp. He already had an armful of other bags yet he didn’t seem the least bit perturbed as he added to the pile bundled in his arms. He got a few, quizzical looks from a couple of bystanders passing by but no one seemed to outright question the ridiculous display of strength that he was currently exhibiting.

"I can carry those myself" you argued, placing an idle hand on your hip.

"That’s okay, I got it babe" Dante replied with a smile.

You shook your head, a fond smile tilting your lips as you did a mental count in your head of all the things you had bought today. You took a few steps away from the entrance of the store, Dante following close behind so he didn’t crowd the exit for other patrons. You tapped your chin in thought as a sigh fell from your parted lips. Maybe you went a little overboard today on the spending. You felt a little bad for spending all of Dante’s money when he barely had any to begin with.

"I’m all shopped out Dante" you said with a decisive nod. "I think its time we head home."

"Are you sure? Didn’t you want to get that cute little necklace you saw a few shops ago? You know, the one that complimented your eyes?"

You blanched at that. How the hell did he know that you had been eyeing it? The only reason you had put it back was because the price tag had just been a tad too expensive. It was one of the only things you had said no to during your shopping trip. You swallowed around the awkward lump in your throat as you shook your head.

"I don’t need it. I’ll live."

A small pout tugged at Dante’s lips. "Aww, come on, don’t be like that. Let me by it for you."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Dante, no. You’ve spent enough."

"It’s never enough if it’s for you" he chimed in a sickly-sweet voice.

"Do you even have enough to pay your bills this month?"

Dante shrugged his shoulders, jostling the countless amounts of bags he carried. "Eh, probably? That’s not the point. Come on, let me buy it for you~"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. You were going to have to start putting this man on a leash just to have some semblance of control over him. You could tell that he was not going to budge and you both could stand here for literal hours arguing back and forth on why he didn’t need to throw his money at you. You didn’t fall in love with him for that reason and he was well aware of that fact. Dante just liked getting you nice things and seeing the bright, beaming smile on your face. You were worth every cent.

"Please?" Dante tried again. "I promise we’ll go home after that."

You huffed loudly. "You’re a lovesick fool."

Dante smiled as he leaned closer to you, his face hovering only mere inches from yours. His blue eyes sparkled playfully, wisps of his snow-white hair tickling your cheek as he grinned.

"Yeah, but I’m your lovesick fool."

Damn, he’s got you there.

"Come on, give me some sugar."

You playfully swatted his shoulder as you leaned up and planted a chaste kiss on his lips, earning you a mix of disdain and adoration from the people around you who just so happened to look in your direction. You could care less about the onlookers. It felt like they all just had faded in the background and all that mattered was the man standing in front of you. Dante pulled away from your cherry red lips with an infectious smile on his face, the twinkle in his eye only intensifying when a pretty dress caught his attention in the window of a shop.

"Hey, that’d look nice on you, pretty girl. Let me buy it for you."

Your shoulders sagged. You’d be lucky if you made it out of here before dark.

[strawberrysurecake]

Hey! I love your bucci gang tsundere headcanons! If you have time, how would the gang react if their crush was being flirted with by another member of the team or an outsider? Who would be subtle about their jealousy? Who would react in anger? Would anyone confess right then?

Thanks for the ask, anon! As always, I couldn't help myself and went a little overboard again. I thought it'd be more fun if I made up some specific scenarios for each.

If you'd like, you can view these headcanons as a continuation or alternate universe to these headcanons. It really depends how deep you want the tsundere lore to go.

Also, I seem to be writing Trish as more of a himedere than a tsundere. Whoops?

Jealous Tsundere Bucci Gang + Trish Headcanons

I had to be careful to not let them stray into yandere territory. I don't think we mortals are ready for tsundere-yanderes.

Giorno

He can very well see how Passione's newest recruit has taken a liking to you

Bolder than the average soldato, this newbie has the audacity to flirt with you, his commanding capo, in front of him, Don Giorno Giovanna

He looks on with contempt as your soldato's lips brush against your knuckles before bidding you farewell

Once his freshly-dubbed rival in love leaves his sight, he places his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the passenger seat of his luxury Maserati

"I hope you don't mind a change of plans. There's a place I'd like to take you to that serves excellent soufflé. My treat."

It's a bit much to have brunch at an uptown 5-star restaurant but he desperately needs to show how capable and powerful he is as not only the boss of Passione but as a man, also

He's not jealous; he just needs to show who's in charge, is all...

Bucciarati

A fellow gangster from the tax collection team has been spending too much quality time with you

Passione's squads rarely intermingled beyond business but after a brief job involving you as an escort for the tax collection team, you have become inseparable from that wretched gangster ever since

It doesn't bother him

It doesn't bother him

It doesn't bother him

He hears your cute laughter over a stupid joke the tax gangster made

It does bother him

"I believe you've overstayed your welcome with the escort team. Shall I escort you back to where you belong?"

His jealousy is so obvious that it becomes easy material for you to tease him about for weeks to come

"I wasn't jealous!"

Mista

He has been feeling suspiciously energised, lately

On top of that, the Pistols have been eerily quiet

It's only when he checks his empty revolver during afternoon tea does he understand the horror of what's going on

The unsettling feeling in his stomach leads him across the hideout and to your door where he can faintly catch the whines of Number 3 and 5 and the crinkling of foil

When you allow him entry to your room, he is mortified to catch his Stand snuggling up to you with a bag of corn chips

You insinuate that he's jealous of his own Stand but that would be ridiculous

"Me? Jealous of my own Stand!? No! Never!"

Maybe he was being too obvious with his reaction as you've jokingly offered to hand-feed him snacks

The entire situation exasperates him

"Fine. You can feed the Pistols but don't complain when they bug you for more food later on, yeah?"

Narancia

Though it might not seem like it at times, he genuinely looks up to and respects his teammates as friends, comrades and family

However, there's this sudden urge to go ballistic whenever he sees his teammates get a little too touchy-feely with you

It grates on his nerves whenever Fugo leads you to your car seat with his hand nestled on your shoulder

It's not just Fugo who gets touchy but also Mista and even Giorno, too

He swears they're trying to fuck with him

As soon as Giorno is about to lay his palm over your hand, he swoops in like a hawk and pulls you someplace quiet and far away from the team

There is no platonic explanation for his actions so he stumbles over his words while coming up with an excuse

Confessing would be so much more simpler but he can't bring himself to do it today

"I-I just w-wanted to give you something..."

He gifts you his switchblade then runs off before you can catch his reddened expression

Abbacchio

Of all the men he thought could make him jealous, he never thought it would be a local nobody you met in a library once

There is nothing extraordinary about this man; he works a stable 9-5 job in a boring office complex and he looks utterly unremarkable

Despite that, he can't help but envy the man

If he stayed an uncorrupted police officer, would he be the one by your side, making you laugh and laughing wholeheartedly alongside you?

He wants to shut out this developing relationship you have out of his mind but it persists to haunt him

He doesn't know what your relationship with that man is but he does know he wants to take you out for dinner sometime to prove himself

His invitation over the phone has no mention of it being a date but he intends to make it feel like one

Over dinner, he realises you laugh and smile a lot more around him than with that other man

He might not be what you deserve but being with you does make him smile and laugh more often too

Fugo

He's trying very hard not to let jealousy overwhelm him

He can't help the furious death glare that burns holes into your flirty companion's skull

The nearest utensil is on the verge of shattering within his grasp

Everyone within a 10-15 metre radius has moved away for self-preservation purposes

He can only see red, feel red and be red

Luckily for him, your companion has left

Being so unimaginably enraged that it strikes the fear of God into his rivals apparently has its perks

Trish

There are five stages of jealousy

Stage 1 is denial: those chicks who ran up to you only want to know where the nearest station is and nothing more

Stage 2 is bargaining: even if those girls want more than directions from you, you'd surely prefer her company over their company

Stage 3 is anger: five minutes to ask for directions is more than enough time to locate a station and she is going to put an end to it—with force if she has to

Stage 4 is depression: after telling those girls off, it's apparent that you might have enjoyed the attention they gave you more than hers

Stage 4.5 is tsun: if you're really sorry for making her wait for five minutes, you'll treat her to a manicure

Stage 5 is dere: its not the service of you giving her free a manicure that she treasures but the extra time she can spend with you while you hold her hand in hers—something those girls won't get to experience

[sylvies-chen]

treasure me

JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera

Warnings: none

Summary: Treasure (n.) - a quantity of precious metals, gems, or other valuable objects. OR: JJ finds a pearl and thinks of Kiara.

A/N: @alphinias this is for you!! my quick little ficlet of the ultimate jiara & everlark parallel. it’s my first ever jiara fanfic and it’s very scrappy because I literally wrote this in one day, but I just couldn’t help myself. I hope you all like it! also, I’ll be posting it to AO3 soon! I promise! (EDIT: I just realized that tumblr literally ate up an entire paragraph and I couldn't restore it because I wrote this in my notes app, so I tried patching it up but apologies if it seems a little choppy in the very beginning or if there are doubles of certain lines.)

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There are a lot of reasons why being stranded on an island should spark a particular envy towards rich people.

And yet, as he sits by the water with wet sand between his toes, JJ feels no hint of envy whatsoever. He probably should, and has certainly felt that jealousy millions of times, but he isn’t. Because he’s knee-deep in oysters and clams, and jesus christ, what kind of drugs are rich people on?

Oysters are fucking disgusting.

They may smell like ass, but he didn't know that then. So sue him, he went overboard.

They may smell like ass, but he didn't know that then. So sue him, he went overboard.

The smell isn’t the only thing. When he takes the spear from his fishing mission with Kie to pry one of them open, the oyster opens up to reveal a foul, beige sort of… mucus?

Okay, he thinks, maybe the one he’s opened is just bad. Like, some other fish killed it and this is just a rotting oyster corpse that wasn’t buried deep enough. He picks a second one up, weighing it in the palm of his hand thoughtfully before going in with the spearhead and prying the small clam open.

Much to his disappointment, it’s still slimy mush.

Great. It smells bad and looks bad. At this rate, he doesn’t want to eat like a king. As a matter of fact, he’s never been happier to be a pogue. He’s had his share of mussels and shellfish before, which were delicious, but he’s never had real market price oysters or anything and he certainly has never handled them himself. Only rich people would be deranged enough to touch this stuff, nevermind guzzle this down. Honestly, it’s nauseating. The stuff is slippery, evades his touch when he pokes a finger into the flesh, and— “Ew,” he says out loud this time as he frantically retracts his finger, because there’s something legitimately moving inside of this goddamn freak of nature.

But then, curiosity gets the better of him. Clearly the thing is dead, if it hasn’t clamped down on his hand yet, right? So whatever’s moving in there must be something else.

It’s only after a moment of poking his finger around in the oyster again, when he feels something round and smooth, does JJ remember: oysters hold pearls.

Ah, so that’s why rich people like them so much. For them, eating them is probably like dominating a creature as punishment for withholding something shiny from their greedy hands.

He keeps poking around, massaging the flesh with his finger until an opening is found and a small pearl rolls out effortlessly.

The pearl isn’t white like he expected it to be. Instead, it’s a kind of steel blue so dark that to the unsuspecting eye, it’s just black. Matte but glimmering, the pearl sits lightly in the palm of his hand now. He discards the oyster shell and starts kicking all the other unopened shells back into the water. None of them matter anymore. Original plans be damned.

This pearl. Something about it is enchanting, feels precious and familiar. And maybe it’s just because he used the fishing spear to retrieve the pearl that he thinks of Kiara, or that he associates pearls with jewellery. But he thinks of her nonetheless.

The others are trying to gather materials for a fire, and he knows he should be helping with that. And yet, the pearl chains him here, sitting in the sand and looking out on an island they don’t have a name for. It’s a unnameable place, host to an unnameable feeling sinking into him.

Or maybe it’s not unnameable at all, because he rolls the pearl back and forth in his hand and it’s Kiara. He thinks of her, and feels her in the weight of the smooth stone. The feeling he has is her, and so is the stone. It just is.

Warm wind blows in his hair, and pulls his eyes away from the view to his left side, where Kie is standing.

“Mind if I join you?”

She’s already starting to sit down next to him before he can muster a spoken answer, so he just shrugs in the affirmative. Instinctively, his hand closes into a gentle fist around the pearl, concealing it but never putting it at risk of breaking.

“I love it out here,” he says, and it’s true.

“Me too.” She smiles, first at him, something genuine and incomprehensible, and then out at the view, crisp blue sky and waves included. “I mean, I miss having a comfy bed and all, but with a view like this who could even think to close their eyes and miss it?”

JJ looks out to the view (reluctantly, because Kie’s admittedly a whole other kind of view he loves), finally starting to smile himself. “Yep, it’s a pretty sweet view. Makes all the crazy shit we’ve been through worthwhile.”

“Is that why you’re out here instead of with the others?”

“Nah,” he says, “I was just trying to get some oysters.”

“I know.”

He snaps his head back in her direction to find her looking at him again. “You do?”

Kiara nods. “I saw you just a minute ago, huffing and puffing trying to open one. You talk to yourself all the time?”

“Only when cursing at disgusting sea slime,” he tells her, in a dry sort of humour as he shakes his head. “Fuckin’s oysters.”

As if smelling them in her thoughts, she scrunches her nose up in that cute way she does and winces with a smile. “They do smell pretty gross, don’t they?”

“Yeah, they’re awful,” he laughs, and laughs some more until it dies down and he settles into a calmer state. “S’not all that bad, though. Look.”

Cautiously, he stretches his fist out between them and opens his clasped palm to reveal the pearl that he found.

“Wow,” she says, sucking in a sharp breath of awe. “It’s gorgeous.”

And then, before he can even understand why what he’s doing feels so right, he does something unpredictable.

“Here,” he says. “For you.”

She blinks, her gaze softening into something dangerously alluring and, above all else, confusing. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he assures her, and suddenly starts to feel uncertain about it which makes things insufferably awkward. “It seems like you. I don’t know. You don’t have to if you don’t—”

The words stumble out of him as he tries to stop himself from revealing all the delicate parts of him that are partial to her.

But she grabs the side of his hand ever so gently, yet still with alarm. “No,” Kie interjects firmly, stopping JJ’s world with one look and holding that glance as she slowly glides her fingers into his palm. She removes the pearl. He lets her. “I love it. Thank you.”

She looks down at the dark pearl now in her hand, and smiles. That alone causes a wave of relief to wash over his whole body, swooping his tension away with the tides.

Still, for his own comfort, he adds, “Just don’t go losing it or anything because, y’know, it’s probably like, some super rare special kind of pearl that’s worth a million dollars or something so…”

“Right,” she chuckles sweetly, standing up from the sand. She’s still laughing as she ruffles his hair with her spare hand. “I’ll make sure to keep it on me at all times, and cherish it forever.”

“I’m serious,” he calls out to her as she starts to walk away.

As she turns around to face him again, still walking, she replies, “So am I.”

She says it with a lip-biting smirk that leads JJ to worry for a moment that maybe she’s just fucking with him, that she hates it, that he said something stupid. But then she takes the fist with the pearl in it and holds it to her heart. Her smile becomes more sincere and affectionate, and it stirs something fierce in JJ’s heart, and he knows she is serious. She really will keep it safe and cherish it.

It’s then that he decides that maybe he likes giving Kiara things.

••••••••

Kiara’s POV - a while later…

••••••••

“Kiara, dear, come on out!”

Kie lets out a pouting huff as she looks at herself in the mirror one last time. Her mother is waiting for— well, for this more than her. This dress, this look, this reformed version of her. Kiara looks at it in the mirror, inspects the semblance of elegance that she pulls off in the formal floral dress she finds herself in, and feels so uncomfortably dissociated from her reflection. Half of her thinks she should be used to it by now, and the other half knows she never will be.

Her mother is waiting for her though, so she ignores both halves of her heart and begrudgingly pulls back the curtain to show her the dress.

Instantly, her mom’s eyes sparkle with an excitement like ecstasy, something Kiara used to mistake for pride and love.

“Oh, dear! You look beautiful!” She clasps her hands together and then moves them to Kiara’s shoulders, herding her into a spin.

So Kiara has no choice but to comply, doing a full 360-degree rotation as her mother coos and gasps in awe. Nevermind that she’s been frowning the whole time. Nevermind that she’s already had her fair share of clothing and dresses picked our for her in harrowing situations over these last few weeks, none of which have felt remotely comfortable. Nevermind that she just wants to dress like herself for on goddamn night, not have all these greedy adults with nefarious agendas treating her like a doll or a prop. Things like that don’t matter to her mother. After all, she didn’t even bother to ask.

“Oh yes, this is the one,” she decides. “It’ll work perfectly for the anniversary party.”

“I don’t know…” Kie hesitates, and fights the urge to slag her shoulders a bit. “This isn’t exactly what I’m used to.”

“Well it shouldn’t be, dear. These things aren’t supposed to be comfortable, after all. But oh! I almost forgot,” she remembers, “the jewellery. That’ll really tie it all together. I saw a piece I thought would go nicely with your dress, hang on.”

She scurries away excitedly to fetch whatever dazzling necklace she has in store, and her sudden yet momentary absence allows Kiara’s anxiety to bubble to the surface. To calm herself, she instinctively moves her hand up to the necklace she has on now, and its small charm. The familiar steely blue pearl rolls easily between her fingers, its smooth surface reminding her of a sweeter, more boundless time when she felt most alive, most exhilarated and, perhaps, most in love with the person who gave it to her. So much so that she’d wrapped it in twine and pieced together some sort of necklace out of it, just to have it on her at all times.

Her mother comes back, and Kiara rips the necklace off of her own neck frantically, as if protecting buried treasure, or the last remaining part of herself that’s truly her. (The part of her that, in all honest truth, is JJ’s.) She holds it in the palm of her hands and stuffs it in the pocket of her dress which, to her, is the only real upside to this dress.

“Here we are,” her mother says, bringing out her necklace and parting Kiara’s hair at the back to put it on her. Kie can immediately feel how heavy it is. Big, clunky, jewel-studded. It’s gaudy, and she rolls her eyes. Her mother, still behind her, doesn’t see it.

Instead, her mom holds a hand mirror over her shoulder and tilts it at just the right angle so that Kiara can see the necklace. Just as she expected, it’s a gigantic, kook-like, showy statement piece of a necklace that could be objectively nice in the right setting, but just isn’t her.

It’s so ridiculous that she lets out a wild burst of laughter. Her mom pulls the mirror away, and Kiara knows instantly that she reacted the wrong way.

“What? What’s so funny?” She asks.

“Nothing! Nothing,” she tries assuring her mother, though she still feels her cheeks sore and stretched into a smile, fighting back laughter. “It’s fine, it’s a fine necklace.”

Her mother’s face sinks, flattens into something deadpan and sad. “You hate it.”

“No, I—” she tries sobering up to reality and putting on a good face again, because she really doesn’t want to get into it with her mother. “I don’t hate it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Kiara,” she sighs. “I’m your mother. You think just because you go off gallivanting with your friends that I can’t tell when you like or dislike something?”

Kie finally lets her shoulder sag. “Mom, I swear I don’t hate the necklace. It—It’s fine, it is. It’s just… it’s not really me.”

“I don’t get it,” her mother says.

Sadly, there’s the crux of it all. Kiara knows her mom truly does not understand it; she never had and never will, no matter how much she tries (or doesn’t). There’s a pitiful sort of disconnect between them, one that spawned into full fruition from the moment Kiara realized what kind of life she wanted for herself, from the moment she kissed JJ, and maybe even from the moment she met the guys. It was never going to work. This life was never meant for her.

Kiara thinks for one second, brows furrowing, and then slowly takes the necklace off. Delicately placing it back in its casing, she then grabs her necklace out of her pocket and puts it back on herself.

When she walks back over to her mother, who’s watching Kie with wildly confused eyes, she pinches the pearl between her index and her thumb and lifts it up to show her mom.

“This is me, mom,” she tells her. She drops the pearl but clasps a palm over it, holding the charm to the part of her chest right over her heart, just like she had in Poguelandia when she’d told thanked JJ for it and said she’d keep it safe. “This is me.”

“Okay…” Her mom says, though Kie can tell she doesn’t actually get it and is just trying to smooth things over. “Well, I’m sure you can wear whatever jewellery you want to the party. Pearls are very classic too. Now come on, let’s find your nice heels.”

Again, Kiara rolls her eyes. Her mom grabs her hand and drags her away, down and under to a world of someone else’s cruel creation. And though she is not ready for all of the hellish kook antics, the fake smiles and speeches, and above all else the complications with her and JJ, she rolls that gorgeous, simple, precious pearl between her fingers over and over, religiously, until she’s reminded of all the goodness in her life. With JJ, with the rest of the pogues, in the dream they share.

It’s enough to keep her going, running on a fuel of everything that makes it worthwhile.

[palialaina]

Okay, uh... where do I start... Do I start with the tree falling on me, or do I go back a bit?

I say as though anyone else reads this.

But you know what, I'm still proud of this thing, as silly as it is.

Anyways, renovations! Or, well, I had too many shop medals, and I kind of went on a Spending Spree~

Reth also gave me a cooking plaque, and Tish gave me one for furniture making~ The cooking one is in the kitchen, the furniture one is in the workshope near the mujiin head. (Where did that mounted sernuk head go anyways? I could've sworn...)

Tish though the blusprints were a nice touch, and it was kinda fun to plaster them to the wall like that. I did have to move Einar's net, but it looks good where it is not, so, not a big deal.

And that rock display. Hodari went a little bit overboard, yanno? I just wanted something I could maybe display a really nice starstone in, not... that.

Cute though.

Flow groves are still the best thing ever, even when they spawn in weird place. I've found a couple now inside the Flooded Fortress, which really threw me for a bit, but you know what else I found in there?

This lil shit~

It's so pretty. I couldn't bear to sell it, so now it's in the guest house~

Seriously though, sitting in a flow grove and waiting for other people is surprisingly relaxing. Look at how pretty that is... I kinda wanna drag Hodari or Hassian with me to see one. (Jel would come in a heatbeat if I showed him this picture, I know.)

Bahari is so wonderfully picturesque. Maybe I should talk to Tish or Zeki about getting picture frames so I can hang something like this in them?

Also, who has two thumbs, a concussion, and a new portrait?

This girl.

I had to rearrange the pictures a bit, move the fish off to the other side. I wanted all of them side by side, but well...

Okay, so... leading up to the tree things, uh... Hodari popped by my house and asked me what my favorite flower is. Which, objectively I don't have one, I just love the flowers I find, but since I know how hard it is to find most of the flowers around here, I told him a crystal lake lotus. He hummed, and left pretty quick, which... well, it's Hodari, he's like that?

And then I turn around and nearly clobber Najuma as she scrambled out of the bushes and scares half my life off me. Jeez child!

Sweet kid though. She told me he was struggling with making a pin for me, and that I should sort of force his hand so he'd stop being all indecisive. So it was off to Sifuu after forever, and man. She teased me fierce.

Though she said she understood how I'd won over Hodari, considering I won over Hassian. Which. Was sweet. And yeah, I guess I am kinda the Grump Whisperer, aren't I?

So when I talked to Hodari about it, pin in hand, he said he had about twenty pins in progress, but since I'd given him one, he had to stop worrying about perfection.

He's adorable. That's adorable.

He said he'd get it to me quick, so I went to Bahari, because I had other things to get. Like, more tree seeds.

And that's how I dropped a tree on myself.

Look, in my defense, I really wanted to know what the pin would be like!

Tau found me, then went and got Hassian and Najuma. Najuma considered blowing part of the tree up until I pointed out that I'm no more explosion proof than the tree. FOrtunately, no one got blown up or exploded, but they did have to get Hodari to help move the tree, and everyone's telling me I'm lucky it isn't worse.

Also, I got my pin from Hodari. He's really sweet when he puts his mind to it. And... I'm glad he's willing to take a chance on us. I really am.

Jina's threatening to take away my book, so I guess I should probably stop now. They're all going to be ridiculous before Chayne gives me a clean bill of health, I just know it.

...it's sweet. I'm glad I woke up here.

[kpopstanships]

Personality Ship #2

A very special personality ship for my absolute favorite person @lavenderdwaekki I will not lie I went way overboard on the description with this one but I got so excited seeing your request that I just simply couldn't help myself. (especially with the stray kids one)

ISTG I want to just ship you with myself at this point you are such an amazing person and I know these idols would agree with me 100%. But enough of me simping over you here are your ships! I hope you enjoy them!

Also thank you so much for requesting Twice and (G)idle, I don't get a lot of requests for girl groups and so these ships are really fun to write.

In Stray Kids I ship you with HYUNJIN

Okay I will not lie I debated putting you with Felix for a hot second but here me out when I say that Hyunjin would be ENTHRALLED by you. Please you two were made for each other and the moment Hyunjin sees how expressive and talented you are he would immediately be in love. He feels like you are the extension of himself that he has been missing, someone that he can express himself openly with and someone who can teach him with your own expressions.

You two are such an artistically talented couple that it isn't even fair at this point. Hyunjin loves if you are willing to involve him with his work because it never fails to amaze and inspire him with how creative you are. I feel like he would love being beside you while you worked, maybe even working on a painting of his own. He would find inspiration from you and want to incorporate that into his own work in any way he could, and he would also love for your input. On the days the two of you are willing to go out, he loves going with you to museums or even just around the city so you guys could take photos of everything. He definitely has a polaroid of you two together in the back of his phone that no one knows about. He's always curious to know what you think of his art, or his dancing, or even the way he sings in one of Stray Kids upcoming tracks (that he wasn't supposed to show you but oh well). He just wants to actively keep you involved in what he is doing because he can also be a very clingy boyfriend and would love for his two passions to blend.

I think Hyunjin describes your ideal partner and love language very well. He's someone that can be as clingy and intimate as you want him to be but also someone who will respond to your energy. You can joke around with him and playfully insult him and he will bite back with just as much sass, or be overdramatic about it just to get a laugh out of you. Especially if you decide to bite him, his overdramatic self would immediately scream and whine for a good minute demanding you shower him with kisses to apologize (even though he honestly loves it). Hyunjin is honestly just so down bad for you and he wants to be sure that you know that at all times. Whether it be through his words, his actions, physical touch, he is always doing something to remind you of how much he loves you.

Also don't get me started with your animals, you two would just have a family of fur babies together. Hyunjin may not be able to give your cats the most attention since he is allergic, but he will still love them as his own and especially your rabbits. Bonus points if you get along with Kkami that man would literally melt seeing his two babies snuggling together.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In Twice I ship you with SANA

There is something that is so cute and charming about the two of you together and I feel like you two would balance out pretty nicely. While you are a more reserved extravert she is a bit more outgoing so your personalities can match up without completely overlapping and feeling like too much. You make for such an energetic and playful couple that would immediately turn heads. You two are such an openly affectionate couple that the others can't help but tease her whenever you are around. She can't help it though, at the very least you two will be holding hands when you are together, just a reminder to her that you are there.

With how busy she can get the quality time with you is very special to her and she loves that moments where you two stay in and talk are just as fun as if you go out. She would definitely love everything you make and would do her best to sit still for you if you wanted to paint her. You are such a dedicated person with a lot of talent that she admires greatly. She's definitely going to go and brag to the others about your newest art piece or the baked goods you surprised her with one night. Because of this it would also mean the world to her if you took an interest in her work because she is very passionate about it and having your support would be her main source of motivation for sure.

She enjoys the more playful elements of your relationship as well. Sana feels like you are someone she can be herself around without worry. She makes it very clear from the beginning that she loves you for who you are and will love every part of you equally. In return she gives you the same energy and you find there is a true connection with each other. Being from Japan, she would also love the fact that you know Japanese, she would literally melt if you ever spoke it to her.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In (G)idle I ship you with MINNIE

Okay but the thought of you two together is just so adorable I couldn't help myself. You two bond to each other easily and this feels like a good friends to lovers relationship going on. You two just bond so well that trust and admiration are built quickly and naturally flow into a relationship. You two could sit together talking about literally anything and not get bored for hours, especially given your shared interests. You also promote each others creativity and inspire one another. You will become her muse as much as she becomes yours.

A go to date for you both quickly becomes photography dates, where you both dress up and run around taking cute or funny pictures of the other and then go back home and compare them. There is usually quite a lot of teasing involved, and after a while you two stop taking it seriously but that just makes it even more fun. She keeps all the pictures in a cute little album that you two can look back on whenever you are feeling sentimental or need inspiration. You two are just as comfortable being all cute and affectionate as you are playful with each other. It's a natural switch depending on your moods and something to always keep you going.

Like the others I feel like Minnie would love to involve you in her life even when she can't bring you to work with her. She's always leaving little pictures or notes from you when she's away. You two have also developed the habit of face timing when you can't be with her. Sometimes the two of you will catch up and other times it's just silent as you do your own thing with the comfort of knowing that the other is there. It is a pretty good solution to make sure you never feel left out or alone but it will never beat the real thing as she will always remind you.

You two have already developed your own little family, between your cats and rabbits and her dogs there is definitely enough attention to go around. Minnie cherishes every moment with you and by this point the others are annoyed with her constantly rambling and reminding them what an amazing boyfriend she has.

Thank you again for your order and I hope you like your ship. Feel free to request again at any time.

My requests for Personality ships are open! For more details or to see the other ships I offer please check out my menu here

↪ With love: Katt 

[saddie-to-baddie]

1.17.23 Review.

So, yesterday did NOT go as planned food wise.

There really is something about restricting anything that makes me go off the rails. BUT I thought this might happen. Today I'm bringing some more salad and more chicken for lunch. And some fruit for snacking. I'll pre-slice some apples and maybe take a banana or two.

My sweet tooth got the best of me yesterday, and when I got home I went overboard with some French bread that was out. I'm not getting too strict about following AIP for dinner yet, but I went completely off the rails.

My hips and back hurt a lot this morning, my legs are feeling weak and I did notice a lot more jabbing pains around my torso and chest last night. Strictly diet related? Probably not, but I don't think it helped. Leg wise I think I may have gone a little hard with my work walks, I walked a lot farther during my lunch break than I usually do. I don't want to throw myself into a flare right now so I might dial it back just a bit until I get back on medication.

That symptom alone really scares me because that's pretty much when I got so bad that I was hospitalized and ultimately diagnosed with MS 3ish years ago. My legs felt wierd, then slowly I was losing my balance, couldn't stand, couldn't feel my feet, until I was falling over and couldn't drive or trust myself to hold my baby daughter anymore. Everytime I experience a flare, I am terrified that I might not fully recover. So I really need to take this more seriously.

[jqemfanfic]

Love in the Limelight: Chapter one - Is it too much?

"When was the last time you had a day off?" Mumbled Sam as she hurriedly ate breakfast whilst reading something on Instagram.

"Sorry I don't speak Lucky Charm Sam" I Said as I leaned up against the kitchen counter, blankly starring off at the cupboards whilst sipping coffee.

"Besides its we, when was the last time we had a day off". I laughed as I snapped back to reality and looked at Sam who was giving me an annoyed yeah I know look.

"exactly" she huffed "I feel like my brain is going to explode and I only help you, I can't even imagine how much you need a break too babes" still crunching on her cereal. "I can literally book us a flights to Bora Bora right now" She exclaimed as she reached for her laptop.

"Nope!" i yelled, pulling the laptop away from her. "Step away from the laptop Samantha" i said, raising an eye brow with a smirk. She huffed, sitting back down, mimicking a child having a tantrum and going back to her cereal. I siged at her

"I couldn't say no Sam could I! We both know these guys are amazing and this show is an opportunity that doesn't come around every day, let alone three times" walking over to the kitchen bench in front of Sam at the bar and putting my coffee down "Besides I'm only in charge of one aspect of the show so half the work for me means half the work for you" I pushed my cup of coffee towards her motioning with my hand for her to drink it in an attempt to calm her down.

She paused. Looking at the coffeeand then back up at me. She rolled her eyes at me as she went to take a sip. "yeah that's what you said last time" she scoffed.

"I mean I don't hear any complaining when its pay day bitch" I smirked with raised eyebrows. She smiled finishing off the last of her coffee.

"I hate you" she laughed as she set the empty cup down.

"Ugh wow, Love you too Samantha!" pretending to be hurt clutching my heart.

"All right, enouch sass talk i need to get ready. I'm going to go change and then we should really get going ok" I said, looking at my watch. Sam nodded; mouth full of cereal before chugging the milk left in the bowl.

I headed upstairs to my room.

Considering it was freezing out at the moment I knew that I had to wrap up warm, I predicted a lot of standing around or potentially not doing much today. Today was more of a chill pre-production get to know everyone kind of day. From what I had talked about with the brothers I knew that I would be working with the "hellfire club". The DnD club at hawkins high school. I had been put in charge of overseeing sets, costumes, makeup and the DnD aspect of the show this season as I had a history with the game.

I enjoyed playing it a lot in my free time growing up and I had just gotten into being a DM myself when my career took off but I haven't really had much time for it since. So I was very excited to get involved with it and help the characters with any questions about it. I did help with aspects of it in season 2 but this season it was completely in my hands. After being approved by the brothers of course. I had been working with them for months now on how everything will go, how the set up for scenes will be and all other aspects of the hell fire club and kits members so I basically just had to be there to make sure everything went smoothly which was nice. The hard yards had been done and now I could relax a little and have fun with it.

I scanned my outfit that I had chosen the night before. Looking at it in the light of day sent a hint of doubt through my mind. Was it too much? Was it overboard? I was not the type if girl who usually wore this kind of thing. I was very girly at heart, but the cold weather and the fashion in the show had inspired me to try and get fully into the hellfire look.

Maybe looking like I was some what included would help creatively?

I took off my pjs, chucking them on my bed and i got dressed. Looking in the mirror I felt more confident than i thought i would for sure, and I didn't hate the way I looked in the outfit. I was pleasantly surprised. I'm not the skinniest person, I have curves but as Sam loves to remind me "they are all in the right places" which always filled me with the confidence i need.

I was wearing semi see through black tights for warmth, black high-top converse with black socks that just poked out the top. My vintage black Metallica shirt (borrowed from Sam's closet) was tucked into a black plaid shirt with a small amount of red stitching to match the red of the Metallica logo on my shirt. I was also wearing minimal makeup, basically just mascara and eyebrow pencil with my blonde hair naturally dried so it had a wave to it. I was quite long, close to my mid back, so I twisted it up into a hair grip with two strands down by either side of my face to frame it nicely. It felt very Lara Croft which i loved and was for sure my favourite hair look at the moment.

I did a little twirl and checked to make sure my skirt wasn't tucked into anything; no way was I embarrassing myself on my first day back with the gang. I knew id never hear the last of it from Gaten. I love him but he's still annoying, like a little brother.

I took a deep breath as i took one last look in the mirror before grabbing my black cropped teddy coat off my desk chair and heading downstairs. Sam was waiting for me at the door with my handbag and a backpack with supplies for the day. She looked up from her phone and raised her eyebrows at me as i reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Well well well" she smiled looking me up and down "someone is for sure looking the part, I love it" I thanked her as I took my handbag from her and started towards the door. "Wait is that my top?!" she exclaimed as she shut the front door, locking it behind her.

"Come along child we're going to be late" I said still walking towards the van that was taking us to set. She scoffed at me with a smile, shaking her head, as she got in the van and slide the door shut.

[happy-tori-friends]

For the writing prompts, would overwhelmed by their own excitement with Cuddles X Giggles be ok?

- 🐑 Anon

you got it! once again struggled but then again, i always struggle, don't i? does it really fill the prompt? i sure hope so haha i've only written cuddles briefly in somethin silly, and i haven't written giggles at all. i've still yet to figure out any plans for them but it was refreshing to write new characters.

this one is much shorter than the last and actually a drabble, so hopefully i can keep myself in check and not go overboard like last time haha

It was just another day in Tree Town, and Cuddles was laying on the couch, chomping on some carrots and watching TV. The show was nearing its end, so he checked the guide to see what was coming on next. Unfortunately, it was one of his least favorite episodes, so he turned the TV off and set his remote off to the side.

“Man, if only something exciting would happen,” he mumbled, dramatically flopping over to the other side of the couch. “What else is there to even do right now?”

He hadn't gone skateboarding in a little bit, or maybe he could practice guitar… It was a matter of if he felt like putting in the effort to do either of those things, though, and he wasn't really sure he did.

Well, if not that, there was always the good ol’ timewaster of sitting on his phone and watching videos or bugging his friends in group chats. As Cuddles reached to grab his phone, he heard his doorbell ring. With a curious hum, he hopped off the couch and went to answer it.

As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with Giggles's smiling face. “Hi!” She greeted him. In one hand, she held a take out bag from the local burger place they both liked, but she still stretched out her arms for a hug. “I figured I'd drop by and surprise you! I brought lunch too, if you haven't had it.”

“Aww, thanks Giggles!” Cuddles grinned, wrapping his arms around her. “You're really the best, you know that?” This certainly cured his boredom problem - now he was getting to hang out with his girlfriend AND have lunch for free! He really meant it, she was the best. She was always really sweet, she was super cute, and she was one of his best friends. Plus, she did things like this! How could he not think of her as the best?

True to her name, as she pulled away, Giggles started to giggle. “What's so funny?” Cuddles asked, pulling away slightly.

“You're so cute! You're blushing, did you know that?” With her free hand, she reached up to wipe away at his mouth, before tugging on his cheek. “I can tell you were eating carrots, too! The crumbs make you even cuter!”

Now that he was aware of it, he could feel his cheeks heat up even more, especially as one was tugged. Luckily, he noticed that her cheeks were flushed too, and so he mirrored Giggles's actions. “You're blushing too, y'know! Plus, you're cuter than I am!”

She responded with even more laughter and cheek pinching. “I beg to differ!” She then finally let go and stepped inside the house fully, closing the door behind her. “Buuut, we should probably eat before this gets cold. Come on!”

As she made her way to his table, Cuddles couldn't help but grin as he followed her.

God, he was soooo lucky.

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

Takin a break for the first time in a while

It feels weird to be saying that again. It's been prolly.. 2ish months since I've cared how much I take. Let alone not having any at all lmao. I didn't forget that I'm mean to explain myself and I have been working on a draft for that.. tho it wont be posted for a little while.

tldr: temp break for a week. possibly still dosing but much lower and only taken where needed to prevent adverse effects to not get in the way of a massive project I'll be working on. At most probably 2-3 for the week vs 1-3 a day. No posts of any kind til at least the 14th. Even if I dose, no documenting as I'll strictly be sleeping and working to have any possibility of get this shit done in time

Reason being R's birthday is coming up. She's been in a slump since her breakup. Course I mean. Losing someone that you had that much history plans with is awful. Even if it was only a year. I couldn't imagine how she feels rn. Whiich is why I'm bothering to do all this..

I promised I'd make her some bracelets months ago since it's a longtime hobby of mine. Been making rubber band bracelets since middle school. Wayyy past the rainbow loom craze tho.. smh. I still get so salty about that. COULD YOU IMAGINE THE MONEY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL ME COULDA MADE??? Even if I only knew half the patterns I knew now I woulda made BANK bruh.. but nah. 5 years after the fact I finally learn it

Then during quarantine I picked up friendship bracelets and kandi, with friendship bracelets being my preferred type. Made sooooo many... only to never wear em. I never wore any of my bracelets if I'm being real. It's so backwards

Ah but anyway. Yeah. I'm gonna give her pretty much all of the bracelets that're worth a damn and I have probably... 40ish patterns saved on top of that

....and like 10 keychains.....

Kinda overboard I know. I was originally content with just sending all the bracelets I've made through this year with a few extra but.. then i went and caught the fr feels (the actual term for that feels cheesy 🙃) so didn't feel like it was enough for her. So I started casually making a list of shit I wanted to make which got massive sooooo quickly

Thennn shit happened and my progress pretty much halted. During the time we were on the phone all the time I made a good 20% of my list which was pretty good for 2ish months of heavily interrupted work so I thought I'd have this all done wayyy before her birthday

Did not expect half the shit that went on in the time since.

I've BARELY made progress since. I've maybe made... 5 bracelets in the time since. I get kinda cold/shaky when I'm high + a good majority of the time I'm either salty/crying/thinking up a storm or dancing around my room/listening to music/playing a game tryna act like dph is pink dopamine. Basically, I'm not too productive when I'm gone. HA ofc unless I want the shit when I'm doing something I need to be productive for. Then I'll bullshit til I get some..

Tangent mb mb. Two other things happened. Uh one I just realized I misremembered her birthday. It is in fact NOT the 28th as I thought it was.. it's the 18th. Only recently checked and saw so that was fun. Then she got broken up with and went pretty much silent ever since. I think we were otp damn near everyday before we went to bed during that period of them being together but not speaking. Then like 2-3 days after her partner left she said the whole I don't know if you can help shit so I haven't really talked to her since. I tried checking in one other time but it was still pretty obvious she didn't really wanna talk so I've been giving her her space. I know it'd probably be the smart/right thing to keep reaching out even if it'd annoy her but she'll turn off notifs in a heartbeat. i think she only recently turned em back on actually I asked her about something and it didn't take hours.. its a pathetic that is something I'm genuinely happy about..

Ah but yeah us not really talking plus her being so sad is kinda pushing me to make her present as grandiose as I can. She's not that sort of person anyway I'm sure even if I made her one she'd wear that shit til it fucking disintegrates but I'm hoping a bigger selection will make her feel less obligated to do all that. Plus I wanna show her that friendships/relationships shouldn't be so transactional you know? It'd be hella easy for me to just send the few I've already made and just say fuck it. We aren't talking rn and I didn't get a gift. I didn't even get a happy birthday period til the next day off of some fight with her and her partner that had her crying and sulking the day away. But even with that, she's a good friend to me period. I don't need her to be there for me every single time for her to reap the rewards from that. It sounds kinda stupid just saying it. Ah yes, you've sat there and helped me plenty of rough times and have made a strong friendship with me even with me CONSTANTLY trying to push you away but you forgot my birthday and been quiet for the last week so therefore fuck your present. Like ?? stupid. I'm sure she's gonna see it that way though smh. I'm already writting a gentle stfu letter to put in there so she'll hopefully ease up on herself a bit

Ah anyway. Long story short I can't risk the nonsense of benadryl rn. Shit makes getting out of bed hella hard and I can't have anything effecting my hands as I gotta to be able to make knots quick quick if I have any chance of getting the entire list done. So unless some life shit happens, I'm going 110% on that. Ideally, as little sleep as needed to not make too many mistakes as its a hassle to untie. I would say no sleep but I'm sure a week of that aint possible so I'm aiming for 2 hours a day. 30 mins of naps when needed though I really need to have it all right the first time to not waste time. It takes me a good minute or 2 to untie a single wrong knot so it's not even worth. The time I waste sleeping'll pay for itself in accuracy.

I'm assuming this all means no dph til at least next week. Works out honestly I'm running low on pills anyway. That's been weird to think on. I calculated it all out and it's kinda shocking. It's the most real feeling evidence of my addiction. If I were taking the proper dose, I could take it every single day and it'd still last roughly 3 years. I've only had mine since Feb 23rd and I have probably 100ish pills left. Shit honestly felt unlimited for a while..

Well, ig if the week goes to plan I'd be killing two birds with one stone, tho i doubt. If I have any issues with nightmares, I'm taking some no questions asked. I never get the hallucinations benadryl is so infamous for but when I'm withdrawing bad enough allll that horrible shit gets crammed in my dreams. God.. I remember the first few I like they happened recently. Had one where an end of the world paradise suddenly went dire and everyone just started killing themselves to save themselves from dying of starvation/thirst and I had to listen to every single sound from that. Another where I was accidentally drugged tryna help a friend and spent the entire dream running while going in and out of consciousness which made getting back to their house/evading the police terrifying. Most recently I had to help/defend a family with various deformities while trying to hold it together to not make them feel like I was upset because of their looks when in reality it was from having to scream and yell at people gawking at the kids I was helping. That and having about 40 people to take care of and it all being sprung on me out of nowhere. Which after was said and done took a seemingly casual turn to a free dinner in the lobby with the rest apartments residents being in there. I naively sat and picked something I knew would be good not thinking anything of it, only for the random people I sat with all being replaced with these older women yelling at me for picking so casually. Ah then all grabbed me and forced me to watch my dad cut some dude's head off with these giant shears. Ah. That was the first time I've actually cried in my sleep. Well... ish I clearly was sobbing from the way my face/chest was feeling but none of the tears. Shit I almost fell out of bed. I was pulling back trying to turn my head away from the whole beheading but they were all holding me in place. So ig I was doing that as I slept too. Woulda been.. not fun to say the least. I have concrete floors as my room is the basement sooooo I'm sure my fatass full deadweighting onto the floor would prolly cause a few issues lmfao

ah god sorry sorry I did not mean to go that in depth. That is genuinely the only thing that keeps me dosing some days. I've gotten used to a lot of the various withdrawal effects but nightmares + heart pain are really the only things that actually bother me nowadays. I was only going to do a brief retelling to emphasize why it's such a non-option for me but I got carried away.

anyway. temporary goodbye for now. i wont be posting so i can focus on her present. dont know if i also mentioned it but im also using paper stars/flowers/hearts as the like.. gift paper shit. like the thin strands you'd put in a gift bag so you can't immediately see everything inside? yep. uh. had the bright idea of filling that with little mini origami... dont know why th I would as that shit is literally worthless in the way I'm using it but... I already bought the paper and I have all the tutorials bookmarked... 🙃

i must be a special breed of stupid honestly.. within the week I'm supposedly making 50 bracelets/keychains of varying sizes/patterns/difficulties + learning how to do origami so I can fill a fucking box. we'll see how that goes lmao

[papijean]

Hi Sara, happy anniversary and congrats! I love your work so much and i look forward to all of your future pieces!

Could i request prompt 87 “guess i’ll have to cum inside you then” + either yuuji or megumi? Idk i cant decide but my breeding kink is flooding my brain with obscenities and I wanna be used. 😂❤️

thank you!! Been thinking about Megumi for a while now so I went with him I hope that's okay! Also went hella overboard with this one <3

megumi x reader

"guess i'll have to cum inside you then"

warnings: smut, 18+ content, semi public sex, hair pulling, thigh fucking, mirror sex, unprotected sex, breeding, rough megumi, no foreplay, teasing, biting

word count: 2k

"I don't have a condom." 

The last thing on Megumi's mind was a measly condom. He couldn't care less about the stupid rubber, only wanting to have his cock buried deep inside you. He was a mess of hands and sloppy kisses as he dove beneath your skirt. 

It wasn't fair of you to tease him all day with such a short skirt and pouty lips and yet you had accomplished exactly what you wanted. He agreed to go to the mall with you, dragging along to every store with the only thought on his mind being if you were wearing underwear beneath that pathetically short skirt. 

Within the hour he had enough of your teasing grazes and lustful eyes. The next store you had entered, he shoved a random piece of clothing into your hands and urged you into the change rooms. The door was locked behind him, all care for the outside world gone with it. Whether or not the workers would come knocking or they heard the sloppy sounds your cunt would be making, he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied. 

"I fucking knew it," he moaned into you. He was never met with the material of your underwear, just your slick folds. "You planned this, didn't you? Wanted me to fuck you in the middle of the mall like a needy little slut, right?" 

"And if I did?" you grinned. His lips curled with annoyance, even if you had he still played right into your hands. Of course, it was what you wanted from him. You loved to see his cheeks turn pink until he'd finally had enough to take action. 

Megumi spun you around. Your hands were placed on either side of the mirror. The skirt you wore was flipped up, exposing your bare ass to him. You could watch his every reaction in the mirror, just as he could yours. Something about it was so undeniably hot, even more so with the lingering thought of getting caught. 

"And you didn't bring a condom either? You're just begging for me to cum inside you." 

Megumi slid his pants halfway down his thighs, not even bothering to remove them fully. His cock ached too badly to care. He pumped himself a few times, sure that if he got too caught up in it that he would cum onto your ass instead. 

With your thighs pressed together, he slid his length between them, far enough that you could see the tip emerging between your thighs in the mirror you stood before. He parted your folds, allowing his cock to feel the heat and wetness coming from you as he thrusted himself between your thighs.

"Maybe I should just fuck you like this instead. How about I just use you to get myself off and leave you all needy for the rest of the day, how does that sound?" Megumi sadistically grinned. He fucked your thighs, coating himself in your juices but not giving you nearly enough pleasure to even consider cumming. 

He groaned in your ear, showing off how good he could make himself feel while ignoring your feelings entirely. You couldn't help but watch his length disappear between your thighs before emerging again. The tip you so loved to give attention to was flared red with desire, slick with precum and your own mess. 

"No, please, 'gumi, want to be fucked properly," you pleaded. Big doe eyes stared at him in the mirror, begging for him to fill you up. His big hand fisted in your hair, pulling you upright so your back was against his chest. The harshness of his tug resonated at your scalp, nearly causing you to yelp out if it weren't for his other hand clamping over your mouth. 

"You're going to have to be quiet if you want me to fuck you, okay? Gotta be a good girl for me or we're going to have to leave, understand?" He met your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. You nodded as best as you could with his hold on you. Megumi kissed your neck once before letting you fall back to your original position. 

He arched your back further, tits suddenly becoming visible in the mirror as you were nearly bent in half. Megumi kicked your ankles apart until your legs were spread to his own preference. You were glad the dressing room was somewhat private. The door went down to the floor and there were no gaps that would allow one of the workers to know what was going on within. 

"mmm, I'm so glad you get to watch yourself," Megumi lined himself up with your slit. He always loved the face you made when he pushed himself in, and now you could to enjoy the same view he did each time. Your lip got pulled between your teeth as you tried to keep quiet. He'd given you no preparation, nothing besides the sudden stretch of your walls from his girth.

 "Doesn't my baby look pretty?" He couldn't tell which view he liked the most - your facial expressions or the way he disappeared inside your tight hole. "Sucking me in so much." 

He's already so sensitive from the thoughts running through his mind, picturing this exact moment and you're so tight that it's overwhelming for him. His hands are tight at your waist, grinding your ass against him as he bottoms out. Megumi watches as you try everything in your power to hold back your moans, he knows how desperately you want to let them out. 

He pulls out, just barely, just enough for him to jam the fat head of his dick into your sweet spot again and again until your knees are weakening and he's gotta use his strength to hold you up properly. He barely even needs to move inside you to turn you into a mess. 

"Harder," you choke out. Megumi tsks at your request, you're already threatening your cover with the sounds you make and you want more? Maybe you don't truly remember where you are or maybe you simply just don't care enough. "Please, 'Gumi, harder." 

You meet his eyes again. It's all he needs to give in. He steps forward, pushing you along with him until your tits are pressed against the mirror and he's able to encase your hands with his. You can feel the heat radiating from him, even through the layers of your clothing. 

"You're being greedy," he points out. His lips are wet on your neck - you'd rather them be on your own lips but he's right, you are being greedy. 

You're ready to beg for him, to get everything from him, and there's a knock at your change room door. It's just a staff member, no older than the two of you asking how the clothes are fitting. 

"Answer," he whispers. Megumi's kissing whatever bare skin in his reach as he waits for you to respond to the retail worker. It's so hard to focus on someone else when his cock is stretching your walls and you're sure your slick is dripping down your legs. 

"Good, thank you," you mustered out. She can probably hear the strain in your voice or the heavy breathing coming from your boyfriend but she doesn't say anything about it. 

Megumi smirks slightly. His hips are pulled back before slamming back into you as quietly as possible. You can hear the woman still outside your change room and your lip nearly bleeds with how hard you're trying to stop your moan. He does it again and again until you're biting into the nearest piece of skin you can reach - which just happens to be his arm encasing you. 

The footsteps receded until you're sure you're alone again. You're thankful the store is dead and that no one else was using the change rooms. Even if you've managed to muffle your sounds, as needy and slutty as they were, his body is loud against yours.

Megumi gives you what you wanted, harder. His fat cock was heavy as it stuffed your hole, slick with your wetness. He's so deep with every snap of his hips it feels like you're choking on it. He's almost ashamed he wanted to do it when the woman was right outside the room. Almost ashamed that he wanted her to hear how good he fucks you. 

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" He nudged your head with his to get your attention. He's met with glassy eyes and swollen lips. "Awe, baby, is it too much for you? Want me to stop?"

"No!" You're almost too loud. He gives you a harsh look telling you to be quiet. "No, please. I'll be good, just want you to cum." 

"Want me to cum?" He cocked an eyebrow. "My baby doesn't care about cumming, just wants to be stuffed with my cum, is that it? Don't worry, I'll give it to you after you cum. Can you do that for me?" 

He doesn't give you the opportunity to respond before the breath is taken from your lungs. Megumi's hand leaves yours, dropping between your legs where he's got access to your most sensitive area. His fingers are rough on your clit, circling it harshly as he fucks you deep. 

You can feel your legs giving out, thighs threatening to shake as he prods at the spot he knows so well each time. You're forced to cover your mouth with your hand so the moans won't spill out - Megumi's struggling to keep quiet too. You can hear how heavy his breathing is, both from the exertion and the pleasure. 

Your head drops with the build-up in your lower stomach. If it weren't for his hand over yours, you're sure your arm would be too weak to hold you up. 

"Ah, look at me when you cum," he orders. Weakly, you lift your head to meet his eyes in the mirror. It's such a beautiful sight for him, one that he gets to see so often and yet not enough. "That's it, now cum for me." 

You do. Oh god, you do. Your teeth are clenched so hard trying to keep quiet that your jaw aches and the hand over your mouth is covered in your own drool. Megumi watches your eyes try and rollback. Your walls spasm around him, urging his own orgasm to follow directly with yours. 

You're gripping him so tightly it's nearly impossible to stop his release, even if he didn't want to pump you full. 

Megumi's teeth are in your shoulder, even through the layer of clothing you wear you can feel the sharp canines. You don't mind it, not when you know how loud he can get when you're cumming around him. He fucks you through your high, even though it's just to ensure every drop of him is deep inside you. 

He falls into you, both of you leaning against the foggy mirror as you try to catch your breath. Part of you wants to feel guilty about what you just did, fucking shamelessly in a dressing room while innocent people were just trying to get paid. The other half of you couldn't care less, only caring about the way his length was still nestled inside you and holding in all his cum. 

You whimpered as he pulled himself from you, hating the feeling of being empty once again. Drops of his cum and your own creamy mess covered him. He gave your cunt a light tap, grinning at the consequences you would have to face. 

"Not wearing any underwear, baby. Looks like you have to keep in every drop until we're finished shopping or everyone is going to see what I gave you." 

@ob-levi-on @babymoses @cyancherub @subtleappreciation @ryanssance  @ivoryeycs @itachissharingan  @satosuguslut @aces-high

[yandereloversblog]

You said ANY animatronic right? So hearts with nightmare Bonnie :] still please not too bloody or gory, like not actually remove their darling's heart-

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖!ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 -> ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤

Hearts ➤  “If you won’t give me your heart, I’ll rip it out of your chest myself.”

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>Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's 4

>Character: Nightmare Bonnie

>Warnings: Yandere behaviour, Murder, Unhealthy and Toxic mindset, Stalking, Night Terrors, Violence

>Type Of Content: Prompt

>Word Count: 2522

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•Happy Valentine's day! I got 3 posts planned for today and this is one of them. Hope you guys enjoy it ^^

•... Just a heads up the Bonnies of these games always happen to be my favorites so there's that- I might become a bit biased while writing about them XD and expect lots of time skips on this time. I went overboard with trying to establish a small story with this...

"That's enough TV for tonight kid. How about I send you to bed? It's already way past the curfew your dad set." You sighed, simply deciding to crouch down in front of him rather than sit next to him, it would he easier to look at the kid that way "B-but I'm not sleepy..." The child whined, hugging his golden plushie "Come on... How about I read you a story? Like maybe a fairy tale? Or stay with you until you fall asleep?" You gently smiled, hoping to persuade him in any way.

Evan had been an easy kid to babysit, especially with his dad away and that troublemaker brother staying over at his friend's place, still the hardest challenge was the last one, sending him to bed "B-but they'll hurt you..." Evan whispered, mostly to himself, avoiding eye contact with you completely 'He said that again...' You frowned, having heard Evan say that about three times now. Before his dad left he said Evan had some night terrors here and there and nightmares. Even Michael teased him about it 'Poor kid.' You sighed then gently patted his head for comfort.

"Oh you don't gotta worry about me, I know how to beat up even the scariest monster under the bed." You grinned and then carefully picked him up. With the accident involving his sister and his mom disappearing you couldn't help but pity the kid, he must be feeling so alone and helpless with only the fredbear plush to help him "R-really!?" Still being a kid, Evan's eyes lit up in excitment and hope, making you chuckle "Yeah, I'll beat 'em up and you'll sleep like a baby tonight!" Anything to get the kid to bed honestly. Today it felt like you were babysiting Michael instead, having to stop him from teasing Evan and doing pranks that could break stuff.

Once you arrived in his bedroom, Evan carefully jumped out of your arms and went to his bed, grabbing a flashlight that was placed under his pillow "Here's a flashlight dad gave me! Maybe you can use it too." You blinked in surprised and stared at it before grabbed it from Evan's hand, very creative solution... "Thank you. Now change into your pj's and I'll go look for a story book somewhere." You smiled, opening the other door to look at the hallway and saw a few books on one of the tables. Since the lights were turned in Evan had no problem being on his own for a few seconds so you went over to look at what books they had.

Your eyes then caught the sight of a plushie, of Bonnie nonetheless 'He had Fredbear so it's a give he has the others too.' You had to grab the foxy mask from Michael so many times, you assumed that was Evan's too. A hum escaped your lips as you picked up the small purple bunny "Guess you're kinda cute. Don't go scaring Evan anymore okay?" You chuckled softly and patted it's head, pretty sure the animatronic monsters wouldn't listen to you but it was worth a try.

"No seriously, I'm really tired today, everything's been so stressful lately.." You sighed, remembering how your significant other kept calling you constantly, not only did you cancel the date you had for today to work here but you didn't answer them everytime so they got angry, you stared at the plushie for a bit then looked around, assuming no one was around you gave it a good hug to comfort yourself... It sort of worked

'... What am I doing...' You lightly berated yourself before putting it down where you found it and just grabbed one of the books that was at display, grabbing the book and walking off back to the bedroom 'It's nearly midnight too.' You checked the time with a frown, glad to see Evan on bed at last and went over to carefully sit down next to him, it melted your heart at how happy he looked, kids could be so cute sometimes.

...

You had fallen asleep too by the time the clock hit 1 AM. Maybe it was in the middle of the story you were reading and the tiredness finally got to you. You were having a peaceful sleep only to be woken up by your phone, which was on the nightstand, started ringing except something stopped you from moving, especially when you saw the eyes staring at you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, fear evident in your eyes and from your inability to move or scream, you knew you were completely hopeless while looking at the being that was staring at you through your door, the evident heavy breathing coming from them wasn't making this any easier. You quickly closed your eyes again when the door creaked open even further and it walked in, the ringing of the phone quickly stopped once, with a single claw, the creature pierced it through and shut it off.

You immediatly got goosebumps when you heard it breathing so closely to you, your body flinching when something brushed against your cheek, it was rather gentle but the surface was too harsh so you couldn't help but try to lean away from it. Try, because of how you weren't able to move. After a few seconds the other door opened and the creature behind you growled immediatly in response.

Nightmare Bonnie glared at Chica, indicating for her to go away, he even had to kick some of the Freddles back under the bed because they were too agitated by the noise your phone made, he'll deal with Freddy later. And Foxy knows when to not stick his nose on stuff that doesn't involve him. He looked back down at you and his demeanour softened just a bit, maybe he wasn't going to kill you just yet...

Once making sure you had fallen asleep again -Passed out from fear of this giant creature brushing his hand against your cheek, head and back- he retreated.

Bonnie wants to be closer to you...

...

You woke up to Evan shaking you "Morning [Y/N]!" You groaned lightly, rubbing your face and looking at the little kid, he seemed so happy and excited "Morning kid-" You didn't even get to finish from the sudden hug Evan gave you "You're so brave! You really fought all of them off!" He grinned, finally excited to have a good sleep- he might've started crying a bit from happiness.

Some of his words went over your head because of your half asleep state 'This room is cursed...' Was the only thought in your mind. How could you have a paralysis demon like this... Was it from how tired you were 'No, they're real...' You decided once seeing the condition your phone was in. Totally destroyed with a hole poked through. You hid it from Evan the moment you woke up and before he noticed, was it a prank by Michael? Doubt it. He was petty, not THAT petty though to come to the house in the middle of the night and do this.

Your thought were interrupted once something touched your nose, you focused only to see red-pink eyes staring at you from the plush Bonnie you saw last night "I saw you hug him last night, my dad can get me another one so you can have this Bonnie!" Evan happily announced with a grin, tapping him again so your noses could boop against each other for a second time "... Thank you." Despite your embarrassment at having been caught hugging it you still accepted Bonnie. He was a bit cute "Well I'm gonna have to leave now, I'm always available if you need someone to take care of you for the night." You sighed with a helpless smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Dad said the money was on the table." Evan reminded you, then from the new found courage he decided to brush his teeth alone while you went downstairs and made him some cereal for him, you were suppose to leave last night but it didn't seem like Evan's dad was that upset about you staying over, you couldn't help but look over at the plushie, strangely reminding you of your paralysis demon or whatever it was "Looks like you're gonna stay with me now huh?" You smiled at him, somehow it looked like it was actually listening.

...

"God can you believe them!" You let out an annoyed growl, falling down on your bed, it has become a weird habit to talk to the Bonnie plushie. But it's been two weeks since Evan had give him to you and you found yourself ranting whenever you were excited and annoyed. Yet again it was about your significant other arguing with you about pointless stuff and dragging you around like you weren't already tired from work.

"What am I going to do Bonnie..." Watching your hopeless expression Bonnie immediatly had one thought in mind 'Kill the bastard.' And he had decided on it "Maybe I should invite them over. I do love them but it can be a bit difficult at times." You decided, a movie night and some cuddles would do you good. And Bonnie liked the idea too. He can finally get his hands on whoever you were so fixated on "We can make up and everything will be fine." Especially when you looked so happy... He wants to be the one that you look at like that

...

You jolted awake once hearing a scream "H-huh..." Blinking in confusion you looked around for your lover, not finding them anywhere made you break into cold sweat. Especially since you didn't seem to be having a night terror tonight. You flinched in horror once hearing another scream, a sickening crack being heard shortly after and pleads and begging from a very familiar voice.

You let out a shaky breath and carefully got out of bed without making a sound, to the slightly open door and peaked in to see what was happening, immediatly covering your mouth to not make a sound and even your breathing stopped at the horrifying sight of your lover being ripped to shreds by a creature all to familiar. You slowly backed away once hearing it laugh, almost as if it was experiencing pleasure and excitment from killing someone.

Bonnie's ear immediatly moved to face the direction of your room "Seems like you're finally awake dear~" He laughed, kicking the mangled and bloody body away from him and headed for your room "Come on, don't be terrified~ I don't bite THAT hard~" Bonnie's laugh sent a shiver down your spine, all you could do was look around for anyway to escape then you set your sight on the window 'It's just the second floor right?' You think to yourself and the second you hear the door open you made a run for it.

The second Bonnie saw you smash through your window he had a short circuit of needing a laugh and being too shocked for a second but he was much faster than you. And with a split second he grabbed you by your leg "Hah!~ Caught you~ Not gonna lie, what you did was kind of entertaining." You winced once you were brought up, a few glass shards stuck on your arms and once you were pulled back up so carelessly one of the broken shards still stuck to the window cut your leg.

Finally getting a good look at whoever had caused your night terrors you were terrified, he was covered in blood from having just killed your lover and was laughing, probably still finding it funny how you jumped down "Still don't do that again or you might die, and I don't find that funny." His laughter died down to a chuckle as he harshly removed a small shard from your arm, making you flinch, then another one and another, to the point the pain had caused you to start crying.

"P-please don't kill me.." You manage to finally say something once you got used go the pain, trying to hold your biggest stabbed wounds and not let the blood seep out. If he doesn't kill you blood loss will. Bonnie looked at you for a good minute then laughed "Oh no I'm not going to kill you. Not as long as you listen to me~" His condition was rather simple yet it could mean a thousand things, Bonnie let out a glitched chuckle and held you close to him, it made you suffocat from the sudden act of affection he displayed.

"Now darling~ I'm so glad I get to finally talk to you~" He smirked down at you, yet your confusion on what he was implying had Bonnie huff, actually offended, glowing eyes glaring a bit at you "Did you think that plush toy was just that? Don't be that naive." You needed a second but then realized "Bonnie...?" He grinned, exposing the sharp fangs and nodded "Yup!~ The one and only~"

"Y-You... Why?" The question came out unconsciously and had the nightmarish creature tilt his head in confusion before he realized "Why I killed that worthless idiot?" The way he spoke of your significant other was with such distain and annoyance, you would've gotten angry if it wasn't for your current situation "Well they were giving you such trouble and I did you a favour~" His reason was... Just that?

"T-they weren't... We might've fought from time to time but I loved them, I really did!" You tried pushing yourself away from him but Bonnie didn't budge "Well you might've but you're going to love me." The claim Bonnie had made caused you to widen your eyes "Love you? Why would I ever-" A pained hiss escaped from your lips when Bonnie tightened his grip on you "You will." It was a demand, glowing eyes glaring at you through the dark "I... Will never." You growled right back "(S/O's name) is the only person I've loved all my life and you killed them! How could I ever love you!"

Bonnie didn't like this side of you, dare he say he even found it annoying "Huh..." He titled his head, ears shooting up in attention as he got a sudden idea "If you won’t give me your heart, I’ll rip it out of your chest myself." The sudden chilling remark had suddenly calmed you down. Bonnie smirked, finding the thought amusing and decided to act on it.

The same rough and harsh claws making their way to your chest and started to pierce through, making you shriek in pain, immediately trying to push or kick him away, your pupils shaking from fear. Bonnie found you squirming around like that cute, he could hear the police cars outside so decided to stop, removing his hand from you, leaving you a bloodied and shaking mess, the blood you've lost making you slip into unconsciousness.

"Don't worry darling~" Nightmare Bonnie grinned, leaning down and kissing your forehead as best as he could without hurting you this time then transformed back into his plush form the second before the police entered the house and found you and your lover.

"I'll forever be here with you no matter what~"

[mjolnir-steve]

Would you rather be BFFs with Steve and have unrequited feelings for him OR be BFFs with Jensen and he has unrequited feelings for you? 😘

Bonus: How does the unrequited love discover the feels of their BFF? 🥺

This is a cruel and vicious attack!!! I think I would have to go with Jakey 🥺 I’ve spent my whole life having unrequited feelings for people, so I just can’t put myself through it again for Steve.

I think Jake is incredible at hacking and tech and safety measures, but he’s probably not as careful with his personal stuff or maybe he’s a little too trusting of his BFF 😉

(I wrote my first lil Jake one-shot, beta'd and titled by my bestie @the-sal-del-mar! And it's holiday-themed! I hope you like it!!)

Hack the Halls

Jake Jensen x fem!reader

WC: ~1.7K

The holiday season was practically in full swing, and for the first time in all the years you'd known Jake Jensen, you genuinely couldn't think of a gift for him. It had to be perfect. Jake's gifts for you were always exactly what you wanted or needed, and you prided yourself in your ability to choose quality presents on par with his.

This year, though, was proving impossible. Every time you came up with something, you found out he already owned it, did it, tried it...

So it was time to use Jake's expertise against him. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? At least, that's what you told yourself.

You knew he had been texting with his sister to find out if his niece was still into Descendants before he dropped some hard-earned cash on custom-made Mal and Evie costume replicas. Maybe he happened to mention some items that were on his own wish list in that thread. He had left his laptop at your house the night prior, having to leave suddenly for a short mission, granting you the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at his messages.

Jake had taught you some basic hacking in the past, but before you tapped into that knowledge, you thought about his tips for creating simple yet secure passwords.

-

"Jake, I can't possibly remember a sequence of 19 numbers and symbols. That's ridiculous."

He chuckled, giving you that toothy grin that made your heart beat just a little bit faster (though you would never admit it). "You don't have to, bub. You're not securing nuclear codes."

He helped himself to your bag of chips sitting on the coffee table while you chewed on your lip, brain about to explode while thinking of a password for your new online banking account.

"Okay, here's what I do when I'm putting a password on something. Think of someone or something close to you, not necessarily immediate family or a pet because those could be too obvious. Capitalize a random letter in the name. Maybe use a middle name? Add numbers that are significant to you, but again, not the first thing someone would think of when they think of you. Switch letters for symbols." He talked about this as if it were common sense. "Just make sure it all means something to you so you remember it."

He became so much more animated when talking about anything related to his work. The way he talked with his hands and raised his eyebrows was simply adorable, reminding you of when you were kids in his treehouse, discussing whatever book you were reading together. He was your first crush, but then he kissed Anna Mae Waterloo when you were 12 and you tried to let it go.

"Y/N? You still with me? I went overboard, didn't I?"

You shook your head, coming back to your senses. "Not at all. Maybe you should just come up with one for me?" He huffed at you, but his eyes were playful. "Please, bubba?"

"That's it!" He jumped up from his seat and sat next to you on the couch, the warmth radiating from his side familiar and comforting. "You call me bubba."

You looked at him, cocking your head like a confused puppy. "Okay..."

"How's this?" He took your laptop and typed: bu88A321!

"The first part is bubba, but I replaced the middle Bs with 8s. We always spend New Year's Eve together, so that's the 3, 2, 1... random exclamation point to meet the symbol requirement."

You smiled at him in wonder at the way his brain worked, tiny butterflies taking up residence in your belly at the implication that you meant that much to each other.

"You're a genius, Jake Jensen."

-

"Okay, here we go." You cracked your knuckles, albeit pathetically, and got to work, knowing you only had a few attempts before you were locked out of the system for 60 minutes.

Your first guess was his niece's name and birthday. Too obvious, you thought. Next was his sister's middle name and their old house number. "Damn it."

Tries three and four were unsuccessful, leaving you with one last chance. You remembered the advice he gave you, though, and tried your middle name, ending with the date of the day you met, your first day of first grade.

It worked.

Before you could process whether or not his password choice meant something, a text alert for a group message popped up on the screen.

-

Clay (10:02 AM) just tell her, idiot. she's not gonna shave your goatee if she doesn't feel the same way.

Aisha (10:02 AM) i wish she would. she'd be doing us all a favor.

Pooch (10:03 AM) LMAO srsly, dude, Y/N's not gonna be single forever.

Jake (10:04 AM) idk, i don't think she feels the same.

Jake (10:05 AM) what if i ruin it?

Pooch (10:05 AM) if u don't ask her out, i will

Jake (10:06 AM) 🙄

Jake (10:06 AM) fine. let's finish up here. i'll talk to her when i get home.

Cougar (10:15 AM) 👍

-

Your heart started racing. It wasn't that you didn't have feelings for Jake. You definitely did when you were kids and again when you were in high school. They never really went away, but you'd been squashing them down for so long. Could you really be with him, knowing he left you hanging for literal decades? Did you really want him, or was it just convenient? You loved him more than anything, but what if it didn't work out? What if you lost him altogether?

"Honey, home, I'm high!"

Shit. Normally, you'd burst out laughing at his cheesy, dad-joke greeting, but you needed to hide the evidence of what you'd been up to while he was out.

"Fuckfuckfuckityfuck," you hissed, trying to shut down his computer properly. As your shitty luck would have it, though, Jake walked in the room and saw what you had just seen.

"Oh, no." The smile fell from his face, and you wished you could pick it up and put it back on. He dropped his duffel bag from his shoulder, groaning as he ran a hand over his goatee. "What were you doing on my laptop, Y/N?"

You couldn't look at him, your head in your hands wishing you could disappear. "I wanted to look at your texts to see if you mentioned anything on your wish list because I was having a hard time figuring out what to get you. I didn't mean to see anything more than that. It was just... there. I'm sorry, Jake."

A tear rolled down your cheek before you could stop it, and of course Jake saw it. He rushed over, kneeling in front of you and gently placing his hands on your knees. "Hey, bub, look at me, okay?"

You shut your eyes as tight as you could stand to ward off the tears yet to fall before you looked at him, his eyes bright and hopeful, as always.

"I'm not angry. I'm impressed, really. You actually listened to me enough to guess my password." He smiled at you before taking one of your hands in his, running his thumb over your knuckles as he contemplated what to say next.

"I just wish you heard it from me instead of reading it like that. But now that you know, what do you think?"

You entwined your fingers with his and took a deep breath, considering your response.

"Jake, I'm flattered. Really, I am. But I guess I'm wondering where this is all coming from?" His head dipped a little, but he held your gaze, letting you know he was still listening to what you had to say.

"I've had a crush on you on and off since we were in the fifth grade. Maybe you didn't know the whole time, but you can't tell me you never knew. So why now?"

He exhaled, dropping his hands to his lap and rocking back onto his haunches. "I caught on after a while, but I didn't want to mess things up between us. You're my best friend, and I'd lose my mind without you." You could see him chewing the inside of his cheek as he gathered his thoughts.

"When I started feeling this way about you, I thought you would realize you deserved better than me, and it wouldn't work out. So I turned my attention to other people. I guess I hoped I'd be able to find someone else and it would make you look elsewhere, too. I'd rather keep you as a friend than not have you at all, you know?"

"Oh, I know." You laughed wistfully. "That's why I never said anything. It seems like we screwed up anyway, huh?"

He frowned, poking at the outside of your calf. "Did we? Did I?"

You sunk back into the couch, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself underneath the throw pillows.

"I don't think so. Not totally? I just- I don't know, bub."

"How about this?" He got up from the floor and plopped down next to you, like everything was just as it was half an hour ago. "I didn't buy your gift yet. You don't know what to get me. Let me take you on a date."

You smacked his bicep playfully, willing yourself not to think about how big it felt under your hand. "What's your logic, Jensen?"

"You give me permission to take you out as your gift to me. I pay for the date. Dinner and a movie, maybe? That can be my gift to you. If it doesn't feel right, we can just consider it a normal night together."

You looked over at him, unable to resist the puppy dog eyes he was giving you and had given you so many times before. "Come here, bubba."

He scooted closer to you, excitedly falling into your open arms and wrapping his own around you. "That does sound nice... Low pressure." You felt him squeeze you a bit tighter. "I feel like you're trying to hack your way into my heart."

He laughed and looked up at you, waggling his eyebrows. "Is it working?"

He gasped an ouch when you flicked his forehead with your finger. "It's not a yes, but it's not a no," you giggled.

He kissed your cheek before settling his face against your shoulder. "I can live with that."