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#i NEEEED TO SEE HER MORE#I WANT GIF SETS PAINTINGS EDITS#I NEED THEM I NEED TO SEE HER I LOVE HER#SHE IS SO CUTE#i wana see the first slowmo run again 😭😭😭😭#i would die for her#i will kill for her#dogpool#i love u♡♡♡♡#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#mary poppins#thats what they called her right?#merc with a bark
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s1 episode 22 thoughts
i watched this episode in its intended setting: high on painkillers post surgery and holding an ice pack to my aching jaw. i think dana scully would be proud.
the first thing i thought was man, our duo has to deal with ANOTHER child. someone give them a raise.
the kid allegedly threw a cop out the window and killed him, to which scully says "you don't really think the kid had anything to do with it, do you?" which i think is a feasible conclusion to be drawn based on physical strength, but we also must remember that mere weeks? months? ago, 2 evil children tried to poison them so. never let ur guard down, agents.
mulder is trying to get a visual on the guy the little girl claims she saw and gives the guy a funny mustache to get her to laugh. to this i wrote "ohhhh fuck me" (stated as an expression of empathy, not literally. for now.)
he just wanted to make her smile and she did. and then she physically changed the screen to show the mystery man's actual mustache but come on. that was on the back of my mind here. mulder just wanted to make the little girl laugh.
(getting flashbacks to him letting the previous little girl hand the cashier the money for their soda. he is once again shifting into Protective Mode, this time trying to make a little kid caught in a tragedy feel normal. is it his psychological training or the innate big brother instincts? i will be analyzing this. he is the big brother in his family, right? that explains a lot)
scully was asking the girl's mom questions and the mom was like "she's scary and has no friends and we can't get her to go near water" but i was actually just admiring how beautiful scully was in this scene. sorry about ur daughter ma'am but have you seen the agent you're talking to? highly distracting
then mulder goes to leave but scully says "wait we have an autopsy at 7 :(" and i think this is sosososo funny because the last time "they" did an autopsy (scully doing the work, mulder trying not to gag) he looked like he was going to pass tf out. so him having a very convenient excuse to dip and visit the girl's psychologist must have felt amazing.
(but how sweet was it that she still wanted him there?)
((he tells her to look for electrocution from psychokinesis, though))
mulder asks the girl's psychologist, in all seriousness, if she's witnessed the little girl do any sort of psychic behavior and he has SUCH a straight face. she gets annoyed and leaves. mulder, the world isn't ready for your level of honesty, but i am and i appreciate it.
scully was then all scrubbed up, back in her autopsy era, talking to a recording machine and one of the cops burst in and asks "can i talk to you for a second?" scully is thrown off and says "i just started the autopsy" but the cop says "i don't think he's going anywhere" lmaoooo. i mean sure. guess that's true!
they think the guy the girl saw was another cop who died 9 years ago in a gang related bust... AND GET THIS! the little girl disfigures her dolls in the same way the dude died. fucked up tbh. weird seeing mulder with a doll on his desk but that's part of the job for a man like him.
new awful way to die just dropped: having ur scarf caught in the door of a moving bus. while a child stares at you. again, fucked up.
it seems that all the people who are dying were related to this drug bust a while ago... much to ponder...
they make a visit to the last living cop from the case's house and mulder stares at his fish tank for a while which i thought was lovely. i bet he does love tropical fish. this became relevant to the case later due to what tv writers refer to as "foreshadowing" but in the moment i really enjoyed his dedication to watching them swim about.
mulder immediately decides this girl is the cop that died 9 years ago reincarnated (which he seems to thinks occurs when a child is conceived the same time someone dies which. well. need to unpack that worldview at a later date)
"it's not so farfetched scully, reincarnation is a basic tenant of many religions!" <- said by a man who is a Nerd
(i say this lovingly as i also study belief systems. i'm expressing solidarity here. nerds need to have that in this world)
THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!!!! scully's all, even if we DO get this child to go back into her past life with hypnosis, will the court take that as evidence? gagged him a little there tbh
(mulder's relationship to hypnosis is also fascinating. he seems to think that since it helped him find his missing memories with his sister, of course this little girl can go back into her past life using the same stuff! he doesn't seem very concerned about her screaming for her life, though, again complicating my view on if mulder is actually good with kids. because i would be like aww damn, she's screaming that she's dying, is that normal? he was just tuned in. it seems he is good at interacting with them, but unclear on if there's a level of real concern there or just a need to get to the bottom of the class. i will move forward in gathering evidence to support finding the Truth)
one of my favorite parts of this show is when scully recites some medical lore. like yeah he was drowned in sea water because of the stuff in his lungs or whatever. sooo cool babe how u just know that <3
turns out the cop that died 9 years ago was drowned in this other guy's fish tank!!! awful way to go. no need to get the fish involved.
the girl breaks into the only surviving cop from the incident's house and leaves threatening origami and starts blowing stuff up with her mind which is a standard evening around these parts
to get in the house mulder elbows through a window which OUCH! had to hurt. he then tries to talk some sense into a little girl who is about to kill her past life's murderer. she's 3 kills deep already idk what he thinks he's gonna do here.
BUT! she doesn't kill the guy! she just blows up his fish tank instead which was honestly sadder. rip those fish. and she walks away and then turns into a normal child and even starts swimming lessons!
mulder wraps up the case for the episode and it fades to black with a very confused expression on his face. i wrote "he's pondering at their splashing about".
a good episode! i like that scully got to see all the paranormal happenings going on, which usually she manages to miss. mulder is a believer in reincarnation, at least in some cases, so that information we can add to his psychological profile. need to know which course they took at the academy that was "dealing with very creepy children in stressful situations" because maybe we could all apply that into our life.
#didn't mention scully comforting the crying mother while she sobbed because her child was at the scene of 2 murders but.#it was another Moment for me.#neeeeeed to interview mulder on how he conceptualizes reincarnation#he said something about the evidence of the permanent human soul#need to talk philosophy with a freaky guy like him and see how the loch ness monster fits into#which lines up more with Hinduism than Buddhism right? because of the concept of atman? vs buddhism's anatta?#pls let me know if i have any other religious studies nerds in the chat if i got that right#mulder probably has his own unique religion called Mulderism and i neeeed a 15 hour documentary on its beliefs#juni's x files liveblog#the x files#txf
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close to you | carlos sainz, alex albon
pairing: carlos sainz x gf!reader x alex albon
summary: after your boyfriend starts hanging out more with his future teammate, your start catching feelings for him, not knowing that he also seems to be interested in him
fc: different girls from pinterest
request: here
a/n: VIVA MEXICOOOO (that’s literally all i have to say)
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I neeeed a paige x reader with the reader using the strap bc I just saw a post where they said they would strap paige down and they r just so real for that 😝🎀
hi anon!! this idea is funny asf but also real asf, so i hope you enjoy it!!
warning(s): cussing, smut
genre: smut
pairing(s): paige bueckers x reader
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“paige, can i strap you tonight?” you asked while leaning against the kitchen island while paige was in the living room on the couch, “absolutely not.” she laughed. “why? i wanna know what it feels like to fuck someone with the strap.” you begged, “no. you are not fucking me the damn strap.” she laughed again, “bro please.” you pleaded while walking up behind her. she put her head back and looked up at you, “please?” you asked again. “fine but this is the one and only time.” she gave in, you smiled and walked around to in front of her. “thank you.” you kissed her on the cheek, “when can i?” you asked her, “later in the day so i can mentally prepare myself for this.” she said and you laughed but she was serious.
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you kissed her on the lips before lining up with her entrance, “are you ready?” you asked with your hands on her hips. “…yea.” she seemed unsure, “before i start i’d like to say you can tell me to stop whenever you’d like and i won’t get mad.” you told her while your thumbs rub her hips in reassurance, she nodded and you slowly pushed in. “it doesn’t feel right y/n.” she looked uncomfortable, “it will for a little because your body isn’t used to getting stretched like this.” you told her while pushing the rest in slowly. you gave her a little to get used to the feeling before you thrusted in and out.
she started breathing heavily, soft moans slipping out. “fuck, go faster.” she was already asking for more. you were surprised she already liked it but you weren’t complaining at all. “i should’ve let you do this sooner.” paige said while breathing heavier than before. “see, i knew you’d like this.” you smiled while going faster like she asked. actual moans were starting to spill out of her mouth instead of whimpers and heavy breathing.
paige gripped your arm hard as she was about to cum, definitely leaving a bruise. “i-i’m about to cum.” she groaned out as she gripped your arm harder. you kept going and soon enough she came on the strap. “maybe i’ll let you do this again one day.” she said out of breath as she used to elbows to sit up and watch you take the strap off. “what happened to ‘this is the one and only time’ hm?” you teased her as you say next to her leaning in a little, “shut up.” she laughed and she pushed your face away.
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im sorry this is short but i hope you enjoyed it!! i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋
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So she’s marrying mechanic!Simon right? Like full on, he’s grabbing the guys and his best girl for a quick ceremony, let’s just do this, married?
I neeeed it 😮💨. The wedding night. The possessiveness 🤌🏾.
HusbandMechanic!Simon fucking you for the first time as a married couple????? Absolutely, I got you <3
Mechanic!Simon definitely proposes early on during your relationship and you definitely get married quickly, but I do feel like you get to see a more passionate side to him on your wedding night, like, his still definitely going to fuck you like an animal and be a complete perv now that you're married but......whats he like when is in a more passionate mood...?
TW: we've got some pervy!Simon, possessive!Simon, marriage, dirty talk, nasty smut and some passionate smut
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The thing about Si is that he knows you’re way too good for him. He knows that in any other circumstance he would never be the man you look at, be the man you actively seek out at a club or bar.
His handsome, no doubt about it, but his just a very intimidating guy, his eyes cut right through you and paired with how big he is, the average person is not approaching him out in public and starting a conversation.
And a girl like you? You’re just perfect, quite literally the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted or needed in a women. Its just really hard for him to wrap his head around the idea that you chose him with all intentions to stay :(
I think that’s were a big part of his possessiveness comes from, not all of it, but a majority for sure.
And he knows his a perv :(
He knows that maybe his a bit to much, visibly getting a hard on that pokes through his grey sweatpants as he watches you do the dishes or bending you over the washing machine and fucking you dumb when you're just trying to wash his work uniform. :(((
Every time he has his way with you it puts him on cloud nine. He lives for making you cum :(((( He lives to serve you :(
He definitely preposes very early on into your “relationship”. I don’t think you guys ever sat down and had the formal “we’re a couple” conversation, you were very much his the moment you wore his company jacket the night you met.
There was no slow burn. No lets go on a date and get to know each other a little more. You moved into his sketchy one bedroom apartment the night you guys met, you slept in his bed from the very start, he kissed you before he went to work the next morning then came home on his lunch break just to eat your pussy because he “forgot his lunch” :(((((
His so dirty >:( arms covered in grease and oil, hands dirty as he places you on the dining room table, kneeling down and throwing your legs over his big, wide shoulders!!!!
Pushing up the shirt he leant you to reveal your wet cunt begging for his attention :(((
“Come on baby, there ya’ go, spread those legs my sweet, sweet girl, let me eat ya’ pussy” Si groans at the sight of you like this, his perfect girl all wet and ready for him :((( wet and ready to get her pussy eaten by a dirty man covered in car grease >:(
He smells so musky, so sweaty. You can see the streaks of sweat that had ran down his chest and dried, leaving a patten through the dirt across his exposed skin. The low v line of his work shirt making all to visible for you :3
You’re rubbing your thighs together just from the sight, ready to be fucked by his mouth before he even touches you :(((
Si dives in, eating your cunt like a starved man :(((( moaning and groaning as he laps up the wetness that’s seeping out of your hole, sucking on your clit as you try and close your thighs from the overstimulation only for him to grab them and put you into a mating press, giving your pussy slaps as your slick runs down his chin, chastising you for disrupting his meal :(((( his so mean!!!
“Darlin’, I’m gonna eat ya’ for as long as I want, look at ya’, stop bein’ such a selfish, selfish girl”
Him tongue fucking you as you squirm and moan :((( his so proud of you when you listen to his countdown and cum on command >:(
“Alright baby, imma count down from three and ya gonna cum on my face when I tell you to, okay??”
Si praising you through your orgasm :)))))
“S’ alright, there ya go, ride it out, grind on my face n’ ride it out baby, you did such a good job for me pretty girl, look at ya’ look at my perfect girl”
If he wasn’t sure he was going to marry you before, he knew he was going to marry you now ;)
But lets talk about the engagement…..:3
Now, Simon isn’t a rich man, his an extremely good mechanic and an even better conman, but his not rich. His lucky enough to make a little over the average wage for someone in his line of work, but his not going to restaurants whenever he pleases, dropping money on whatever he wants, ect, ect, ect
He absolutely goes to a pawn shop and buys your engagement ring, he pulls Johnny along with him stupidly thinking he would help………he didn’t
“Mate, yer dinnae even know th’ lass, ye canny jus’ run off n’ marry her”
“Fuck off MacTavish, are ya’ coming or not?”
There’s a common headcannon that Simon would propose with his mothers ring, I think that’s really cute but I don’t think Si would do that in this AU. Simon wants to propose with a ring he brought with his love, not a ring his father brought with the love he supposedly had for his mother.
Every time he looks at your hand he wants to be reminded of his love for you, not the love his father had for his mum
He went in with a budget but blew it immediately :3
How could he not? His beautiful baby deserves the best of the best and none of the other rings screamed at him the way the more expensive one did.
It was feminine and gorgeous, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. It was so beautiful he wondered how a ring like that ended up in a place like this…….
It was just so you, he was getting that one. He didn’t give a fuck that he went over. He knew you would love it, the money didn’t matter, he’ll just pick up some extra shifts and work overtime ;)
He proposes the night he brought the ring. He wanted to do the whole rose petals leading you to the bedroom, candles on the nightstand, “will you marry me” balloons covering the bedroom floor thing but after he had you reverse cowgirl, big calloused hands around your waist as he slammed you onto his dick, so many orgasms in that he was shooting blanks and unable to hide his strained moans, he had no choice but to propose to you that night :(
After bathing in the afterglow, you laying on his chest with a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies, he gets up and rummages through his discarded clothes all over the floor finding the little square box he brought only hours before.
Laying back against the headboard he opens the box and looks at you with the softest smile on his face
“Just marry me darlin’, I promise to love ya forever n’ all that. Protect ya’ treat ya’ real nice, just let me love ya baby, come on”
His never been the most prim and proper man, but how could you say no to him? His voice was no louder then a soft whisper and you swore his eyes had a sparkle in them, lips tilted up in a slight smirk…..
That weekend you got married at the courthouse. Johnny was his best man, Price walked you down the aisle and Gaz was the witness.
You wore a second hand wedding dress you found at the thrift store the night before, DIY-ing your hair and makeup.
It wasn’t the most extravagant wedding of all time, but to Simon, the entire day was perfect.
And when he put that wedding ring on your finger? It was game over, he did it, you were, by some grace of god, officially his, and that made him absolutely feral.
Everyone definitely went to the local dive bar to celebrate, Si being a regular, the owner was more then happy to move some tables around and create a little dace floor for your first dance :((((
Your wedding song was absolutely Stand By Me by Ben E King, IDC!!!!
That’s literally all he asks from you, to be by his side, love him a little…..
Your head on his chest as you sway back and forth, it didn’t matter if a bunch of strangers and old drunks sat in the back watching, he was happy, he was dancing with his wife and he was happy ;)
His possessiveness somehow ramps up even more after you're married, especially while his fucking you :((((
As his driving back home from the bar, your hands slides down his slacks undoing the zipper. You gently start to pump his semi hard cock but he stops you….
“Nah, left hand lovie, wanna see ya’ wedding ring while ya’ stroke me” he’d mumble, grunting a little at the feeling of your cold gold band slide over his shaft :((
His new obsession is your left hand!!! When you got home all he wanted to do was fuck your pussy senseless but he controlled himself, making you lean up against the headboard and play with your cunt. :((((
Watching your rings slide in between your folds, around your clit and into your pussy as you moan his name and fail to keep eye contact with him :( you’re trying so hard but it just feels so good!! You’ve been waiting for hours!! Its not your fault you cant control yourself >:(
“Aye, don’t take ya’ eyes off me sweetheart, look at me, that’s a good girl” while he slowly stokes his cock, pre cum leaking from his tip >>:(
“Now tell me baby, who’s pussy is it, who owns your fuckin’ pussy princess?” He’d grunt while slowly walking closer to you, heavy cock still in his hands :(
When he finally gets to you, he wants to savour the moment so baddddd :((( just giving you the tip then pulling out, watching your pussy clench around nothing >:(
Sliding his cock between your folds, slapping your cunt with his hard dick :(
Doing everything but fucking you as he watches you squirm and beg for his cock, being the good obedient wife you are :)
He knows the second he pushes into you his not gonna be able to control himself for very long, his not trying to be mean!!! He just wants to remember the first time he fucked his wife
Not girlfriend or fiancée. no, his wife
After teasing you for way longer then necessary he finally pushes in :3
His thrusts as slow and controlled but so deep and heavy, Si normally ruts into you like an animal but to night felt different :(
He didn’t try and hide his moans or make you cum as fast as humanly possible, he was taking his time with you :(((
Big heavy balls slapping against your arse as he holds your left hand in his, wedding bands touching as each thrust somehow hits deeper, stretching your walls with a slight burn:))
Si’s pants were heavy as each thrust brought him closer to his release. He was trying so hard not to cum right then and there but the feeling of your nails scratching up his back, legs wrapped around his torso and hearing you moan his name was driving him wild >:(
“Fuckin’ hell baby, look at my gorgeous fuckin’ wife” he’d mumble into your lips between sloppy kisses, saliva connecting your lips as his voice started to get a little more strained :(
“Who ya married to darlin’ tell me who ya married too” his breaths are laboured and desperate as he reached down to rub your puffy, needy clit :((
His so in love with you, so obsessed and needy for you :3
You’d never seen him like this, completely pussy drunk and obsessed :(
He lets you cum before he finishes, shooting his hot load into your abused cunt, bloating your stomach :(((
Letting out quite “fuck”’s between each lazy thrust before pulling out and watching his cum seep out of your cunt onto the bed sheets.
Fuck his so lucky to have you :((
I'll be real with everyone, 99% of the time Mechanic!Simon is not this soft with you, he was just in his feels that night y'all!!!!
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I neeeed something with Timmy being a jealous ex with smut
the ex boyfriend//t.c.
Warnings: drinking alcohol, cursing, jealous Timmy, smut, sex in a car, dirty talk, possessive Timmy
It had been a month since you and Timmy broke up for good after being together for three years. You had really believed that he was the one, that you would be married and have kids with him. But his career had really boomed in the last year, and he was busier than ever. You seemed to fade from his mind in the process.
But that was the past, and you needed to start seeing other people, to help take your mind off your ex. So, your friend so kindly introduced you to a friend of her boyfriend's. His name was Owen, and you had texted for a few days and facetimed twice, and he asked you out for a couple of drinks. He was cute and sweet, and you were excited to get to know someone new, so you said yes.
You had picked out a cute outfit, did your hair and makeup. You had almost forgotten how fun it was to have a reason to get all dressed up. Timmy would always compliment your outfits and your hair, and it made you feel so confident when you were with him.
Owen was so polite in person and hugged you when you arrived outside of the bar. He then opened the door for you and you both walked in. You idly scanned over the room for a table or a pair of seats at the bar. And your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw the brown, messy waves on Timmy's head. As if on cue, he looked up and you made eye contact. Your heart ached seeing those green eyes. You looked away immediately.
"Hey, something wrong?" Owen asked, noticing your odd behavior.
"Uh, oh god, I'm sorry. It's just... my ex is here. We broke up a month ago."
"Oh, did you want to leave?"
"No, no," you shook your head, "it's fine. He already saw me. Let's just sit on the other side of the bar."
.....
You had sat down, gotten a round of drinks and Owen asked about your job, so you told him all about it. Then, he told you about his job working in marketing for a beer company.
The more you talked with him, you realized that he really liked to drink alcohol and party, which really wasn't that attractive to you, not at your age. But you were kind, continued to sip your drink and nod along to whatever he was saying.
As the waiter came over and Owen ordered more drinks, you noticed someone walking over to your table. You knew exactly who it was. No matter how crowded a place may be, you would always be able to pick out Timmy. Part of you was excited to see him, even more so considering how boring this date had turned out to be.
"Y/n." Timmy nodded, approaching your table, "Sorry I don't want to intrude. Just wanted to say hi, and see how you were doing."
"Ah, is this the dreaded ex?" Owen teased.
"Owen, this is Timothee." you said, looking at each of them as you said your names. You felt awkward, as you had never been in this position before.
"You got a new boyfriend already?" Timmy asked spitefully.
"No," you rolled your eyes, "it's a first date. Don't act like you've remained pure and chaste since we broke up, Timmy."
He shrugged, "I have been."
You scoffed, "Okay, whatever."
"I have! I'm sorry for being a dick..."
"I don't care." you grumbled, "I'm on a date, can we not do this now? Or ever?"
"You're saying you never want to talk to me again?" he seemed genuinely hurt by the thought.
"Hey buddy, just fuck off, like she wants you to." Owen piped up.
You and Timmy both glared at him, "You don't have to talk to him like that. And I can take care of this myself, Owen, thank you."
Owen chuckled in annoyance, "Okay, well you can make pretty boy disappear while I'm in the bathroom. I'll be right back."
As your date left the table, you looked at your ex.
Timmy spoke up as soon as the other man was out of earshot. "What the hell are you doing going out with that guy? Seems like an asshole to me."
"Well, you just don't know him." you said.
"Oh, and you do?"
"Yeah." you lied. You could see the fury in Timmy's eyes and his nostrils flaring.
"Well, he should have better manners. He needs to treat you better."
"Timothee, how would you react if your date's ex-boyfriend popped in on you? I don't think you'd handle it well either."
"I would have some respect, or at least some common decency. Which Owen does not seem to have."
You put your hands up, "Okay, I'm tired of this conversation. I think you just need to leave before Owen comes back."
“Yeah,” Timmy looked down, “yeah, I’m sorry. Listen, this guy obviously cares more about his beer than you, so if you want, I’ll be waiting for you in my car outside. I’d love it if you met me out there.”
“You want me to ditch my date for you?”
He shrugged, “Yeah, kinda.” he smirked. “Even if you don’t, it was good to see you.” he smiled sweetly, giving you a nod before he walked away.
You watched Timmy leave, not even noticing Owen return to the table.
“Thank God, he’s gone. What a douchebag.” he scoffed, grabbing his beer mug and taking a big swig of it.
“No,” you countered, “he’s really not. Just cause he’s an ex doesn’t make him an asshole.”
“Okay. Whatever.” he said, trying to seem unfazed, “Want another drink?”
"No, I don't think I do. I'm going to go. Thank you for the date, but I don't think this is going to go anywhere, Owen. Goodbye."
He laughed smugly, "Whatever, you're no fun anyway." He took another long gulp of his beer, not even looking in your direction.
You just rolled your eyes and walked out of the bar.
.......
Like a magnet, you were drawn to Timothee's car in the parking lot. You were curious about what he wanted from you. You missed him. You missed everything about your relationship: how safe and warm you felt with him.
You walked up seeing him nursing an orange Gatorade bottle. He was sitting in the car with the door open.
He heard your footsteps and looked up at you with a happy little grin. "Hey, I thought you weren't gonna come."
“Yeah well, I guess you thought wrong.” you crossed your feet where you stood, "So, why did you want me to come here, Timothee?"
"Because I miss you, y/n, and I hated seeing you with that idiot in there."
"Oh, just jealousy then?" you crossed your arms.
"I mean, yeah." he stood up, "You’re my girl, you have been since I met you. Nothing feels right without you, and I can’t stand the thought of someone else having you.” You noticed his jawline twitched. His eyes were dark when he spoke.
“Hmm, what are you gonna do about it?”
Timmy’s eyes widened some and his lips turned up into a grin. He nodded toward the car, “Get in.”
……
You both hopped into the back seat of his car, which was luckily a spacious full-size SUV. You were making out with him like you were a couple of wild animals in mating season.
“I was not expecting this to happen tonight.” he said with a chuckle as he took your face in his hand.
“Me neither. I’ve missed you so much, Timmy.” you said in a breathy pant.
“I’ve missed you.” he said, leaning in to kiss your neck, “I’ve missed your skin.” he moved to the other side of your neck, sucking there a moment. You felt his hands on your back, “And the way you feel in my arms.” He inhaled, and you knew he was taking in your perfume, like a dose of medicine to heal something inside of him, “I’ve been dying without your scent,” then returning to kiss your mouth, he said, “and your lips.” He moaned into the kiss. “I’ve missed everything. It’s true, I haven’t been with anyone else. Just working, and thinking about you, y/n.”
He was making you more needy by the syllable. You trembled with anticipation. You put your hands on either side of his head, combing the curls back with your fingers. You looked in his eyes, his pupils were overtaking his green irises. “I want you.” you said softly.
Timmy then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and you looked down to see his cock already hard for you and leaking with precum. You missed seeing it. His cock was perfect.
He sat back and you straddled his lap, pulling your panties to the side. You settled onto him, allowing his length to fill you up. “Uhh.” you whimpered, closing your eyes as you felt the pressure inside you.
He wrapped his arms around you as you started to bob your hips up and down. “Fuck yeah. Owen doesn’t deserve this feeling. It’s my privilege and mine alone.”
You grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his. You moved your hips faster and faster. The enclosed space of the car made your noises almost bounce off of each other and amplify.
"Mm, yes, fuck me, baby." Timmy cooed, pressing his hands onto your ass.
You let out a whimper, sloppily grinding against him. "Fuck, this is so good." you cried.
After a moment, he made you stop so he could lay you on your side. Your face was pressed onto the leather seat. Now with your bodies perpendicular, he entered you, holding onto your thigh.
"Ahhh." you moaned. The sensation was a little painful in this position at first. But the faster he fucked you, the more wet you became, and it was easier for him to slide in and out.
Within a few more minutes, Timmy leaned down onto your body, slipped his arm between your breasts and his hand clamped onto your shoulder. You were face-to-face, he was kissing your cheek, and you were both sweating. Your hair stuck to your neck because of the dampness.
"Owen will never get this feeling, not with my girl." He continued to slam his hips into your ass, with damp smacking sounds.
It was all so much, so intense, you were forced to come around his cock.
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I NEEEED MORE DAD BONEDO HEADCANONS THEY ARE SO SILLY
OKAY OKAY (more under the cut cause i got carried away HELP) also this is my new universe guys so if u see more dad bnd posts, THIS IS THE REFERENCE I LOVE DAD BND
sungho
⭐ sungho girl dad agenda! no arguments!!! i also think sungho would have the most kids for some reason??? maybe 3? elementary age twins and then a baby (i will hold on to this for as long as i live)
⭐ he always wears the baby harness everywhere he goes
⭐ brings all the snacks to every single game. he's the cooler dad with all the caprisuns and cheese sticks
⭐ wakes up super early to make breakfast for everyone and pack lunches
⭐ helps his kids with all their homework and art projects. if his daughter shows up in your doorway in the middle of the night saying they forgot they had a project due tomorrow, he will run to the store at 1 am to buy glue sticks and cardstock to make sure his baby has a project to show for tomorrow
⭐ can be a little overprotective, but he just wants his babies to be safe!!! always reminds his kids that he'll come running whenever they need him
riwoo
⭐ i think riwoo would be a toddler boy dad!!! literally like an even minier riwoo
⭐ when his son was a newborn, he spent most of his time doing skin to skin contact, just soaking up the new feelings of being a father
⭐ supports his kid through EVERYTHING like if he wants to dress up as a pretty princess, he'd buying two tutus on his way home
⭐ very gentle with his disciplining. if his son draws on the wall, he'll show him how to clean it up and then softly explain why it's bad!
⭐ has a hard time saying no and WILL give his kid cake for breakfast if he asks
⭐ loves loves loves cuddling while watching animated movies, sharing a big blanket and snacks with his baby <333
jaehyun
⭐ girl dad to two girls!!! they're a year or two apart
⭐ #1 family guy and the leader of the neighborhood dad group chat
⭐ spoils them so so so so much!!! you literally have to tell him to stop buying them new clothes every other day because you're running out of closet space ><
⭐ shows off his kids to EVERYONE and always adds "they look just like their mama <3" with the biggest smile on his face
⭐ organizes all the barbeques and picnics, invites all the kids in the neighborhood (yes, even sungho's gremlin twins)
⭐ cries every time his kids make him a gift and gives them the biggest hug ever
⭐ also cries on every single birthday because why are they growing up so fast!!!!
taesan
⭐ i see taesan as a girl dad tbh </3 he'd probably only have one daughter too
⭐ reads his kid the most outrageous bedtime stories like why are you reading "1984" by george orwell to a four-year-old
⭐ would let his daughter record a silly intro for one of his songs and show her how he makes music
⭐ takes soooo many pictures of his daughter, like half of his camera roll is his daughter and the other half is you
⭐ his daughter always has the best outfits!!! would love matching outfits too
⭐ i think his daughter would subtly adopt his opinionated nature and then he would be confused as to why she's so sassy and opinionated >< the apple doesn't fall far from the tree taesan
leehan
⭐ boy and girl dada!!! <333 i think the girl would be older too?
⭐ is super annoying during drop-off and probably yells out the window how much he loves them just to embarrass them a bit
⭐ lets his kids do the most random things to his hair... you'll come home and leehan will have a head full of bows, cars, and stickers (you have to help him get the knots out later that night)
⭐ the easiest dad to talk to ever. never gets upset at his kids for confiding in him and always gives them the best advice
⭐ falls asleep in one of the kid's beds every night because putting them to bed is the most exhausting task ever
⭐ teaches his kids how to care for fish and lets them redecorate the take every now and then
⭐ takes his kids on random trips to aquariums, parks, museums (and no, he never asks for permission from you so you always find out in the most random ways, like your son showing you his new shark plushie from the gift shop)
#pawz is online...💻🐾#save me dad bonedo!!!#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor fluff#boynextdoor#boynextdoor headcanons#pawz headcanons ˚❀
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I neeeed a friends to lovers with rafe. like you’ve been friends for ages and always been a bit flirty but he’s get a girlfriend so you back off and he gets annoyed. so he invites you to the gym bc you always went together and he’s touchy and ends with a love confession.
i'm only doing blurbs rn so I had to shorten this a bit but i still feel like it encompasses your idea which is just chef's kiss btw😚 (also, this idea reminds me of that new Lay Bankz song thats been going viral:)
cheating, sexual innuendoes, heavy touching, allusions to sex
"Your ass is getting tighter." Rafe breathed out, setting the barbell down, letting the metal clank against the padded gym floors.
You scoffed, taking one last swig from your water bottle and shifting your weight, letting the now closed cup fall gently to the floor. Your hands were on your hips as you spoke through heavy breaths. "You can't say things like that to me anymore, y'know?".
The boy simply shrugged, standing from the bench and leaning against the metal that supported the equipment. "You never had an issue before."
"You didn't have a girlfriend before." You added, cocking an eyebrow and turning away from him to where the dumbbells were lined up against the wall and adjusting your sports bra. "Or are you just gonna pretend Sophia doesn't exist?"
The wall where the weights were had a large mirror behind it, allowing you to see Rafe creeping up behind you, swiping a hand down his face to reveal a smirk. "Is that why you been dodgin' me? What, she say somethin' to you?" He inquired, sliding a gentle hand around your waist to which you brushed off immediately, sighing and turning on your heels to face him.
"No, Rafe, she didn't. But I wouldn't blame her if she did." You informed, crossing your arms and paying no mind to the little distance between you two. "The flirting, the touching — you can't keep doing this. I'm not a home-wrecker or a side-piece."
"You wouldn't have to be if you had said somethin' first." He said so nonchalantly, reaching around to tap your ass as your jaw dropped.
You struggled to find words, stuttering over your sentences before he cut in once more. "Next time you want advice? Don't ask Top. A little vodka and he's an open book." He basically laughed out.
"...Well, whatever he told you, it's over now." You gained your composure, feigning confidence and carelessness as you pulled your workout shorts higher up on your waist and attempted to turn away once more.
"So, you don't wanna fuck me anymore?"
You couldn't help but laugh, partly out of shock and amusement, throwing your head back as your eyes zoned in on Rafe. "That's what he told you?" You asked incredulously, scoffing. "I've wanted to fuck a lot of people, rich boy. You're not special."
The sweaty male simply jutted out his bottom lip, ruffling his hair. "I didn't think you'd want me to bring up the part where he said you were in love with me." He retorted. "Y'know, since I have a girlfriend 'n all..." He mocked your previous statement, throwing his hands out and turning away from you now.
"That's..." You started, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, feeling your face heat up. "...completely untrue." You muttered under your breath. The somewhat playful banter had turned into dangerous territory for any conversation to take place.
You'd been trying to keep your distance from Rafe ever since he popped out with Sophia for this exact reason.
You bent down to pick up two ten-pound weights in hopes of ending the conversation there when an all too familiar hand fully grabbed your ass in one hand, squeezing so tightly that you let the weights fall to the floor, whipping around in shock.
"Rafe! Dude, what-"
"I wanna hear it." He whispered, a hand grasping your jaw and directing your gaze up to him.
"Hear what?" You forced out, your speech slightly slurred from the way he was pressing your cheeks together.
"You're too pretty to play dumb." He spoke lowly, eyeing you up and down. "We both know you still want me. So, just admit it and I'll give you what you want."
Your mind fiddled with the idea for a moment. You never considered yourself a homewrecker or anything of the sort but something about Rafe was so tempting at this moment, making your knees shake as you stood.
You knew what you said next would forever make you the villain in most people's stories but self-control was always something you struggled with.
"...I'm still in love with you."
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"He spoke against your lips, your faces just centimeters apart.
His free hand hooked into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down as your eyes fleeted around the empty gym room. He dropped to his knees in front of you, dragging your bottoms the rest of the way down as he licked his lips.
"Next time, let's not make this so hard on ourselves, yeah?"
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i neeeed young parents reader x james, maybe 1984-85 ?
I hope I understood this correctly!! I’m such a sucker for cute stuff like this, and 80s dad James?? Oh my godddd
In 1985, James and I were 23 years old, living life with the reckless abandon of youth.
James was riding the wave of Metallica's rising fame, and I was swept along in the chaos and excitement of it all.
Everything seemed perfect the way it was, until we found out I was pregnant. That news stopped us both in our tracks.
I remember the day I told James. He was tuning his guitar, his brow furrowed in concentration. When I told him, he just stared at me, his hands frozen on the strings.
There was a long silence, then he let out a breath and said, "Well, looks like we're gonna be parents." His voice was calm, but I could see the fear in his eyes.
We were both terrified, but there was no question, we were going to keep this baby.
By the time our daughter was born in 1986, everything had changed.
Metallica was on the cusp of releasing ‘Master of Puppets’, and James was busier than ever.
Despite the demands of his career, he was determined to be a good father.
When he was home, he was entirely devoted to our little girl.
James was adorable with her. He was this big, rough around the edges rock star, but when he held her, he was so gentle.
I would watch him trying to figure out how to change her diaper, his fingers fumbling with the tabs, and I couldn't help but laugh.
He'd grumble about how "diapers are more complicated than guitar," but he always managed to get it right in the end.
There were nights when she'd cry for hours, and James would get up, scoop her into his arms, and pace the floor, whispering lullabies in his gravelly voice.
Those moments made me fall in love with him all over again.
He was clumsy and inexperienced, but his heart was in it. He was head over heels for our daughter.
Being young parents was hard to say the least. We had so much to learn and so many adjustments to make.
James's schedule was unpredictable, and there were times when he had to leave for weeks on end.
Those were the hardest times, feeling like I was doing it all alone. But he always called, always checked in, and when he came home, he'd bring all his love back to us.
One evening, after a particularly long tour, James came home exhausted but beaming. He scooped our daughter up, twirling her around, her giggles filling the room.
She had just started to recognize him, her eyes lighting up whenever he walked in.
Seeing them together, seeing how much he adored her, made all the struggles worth it.
James wasn't perfect. He made mistakes, and there were times when his temper would flare, or he'd be too tired to help as much as he wanted. And same with me, we were sad too young to be parents, but we did it with pride.
But he was trying, and that meant everything. He was present, he was loving, and he was learning.
In those early days, amidst the chaos and the sleepless nights, we built something together. James would often say that our daughter was the best thing that ever happened to him, and I couldn't agree more.
She completed us, gave us a purpose.
The memory of the day our daughter was born is drawn vividly in my mind, as if it happened just yesterday.
Labor had been long and exhausting, and by the time I finally held our daughter in my arms, I was completely spent.
But when I looked at her tiny, perfect face, everything else faded away. She was here. She was ours.
When the nurse finally handed our daughter to James, I saw a transformation in him that I would never forget.
He took her so carefully, as if she were made of the most fragile glass, and for a moment, he just stared at her, his breath catching in his throat.
His hands, usually so confident and sure, trembled slightly as he cradled her close to his chest.
"Hi, babygirl," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm your daddy."
His eyes were bright with unshed tears. I saw him fight to keep his composure, to be strong, but the tears welled up anyway, spilling over and trailing down his cheeks.
It was a rare sight from James.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice breaking. "I promise I'll always protect you."
Our daughter, swaddled tightly in a soft blanket, let out a small, contented sigh, and it seemed to break whatever last bit of worry James had.
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his tears falling onto her blanket.
I reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the tremor that ran through him. "She's perfect, isn't she?" I whispered.
James nodded, unable to speak for a moment.
James couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, and I watched as he traced a finger lightly over her tiny hand, her delicate fingers curling around his. It was as if he was memorizing every detail.
"I can't believe she's real," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's so small...and I'm so scared I'll mess her up."
I squeezed his arm, offering what reassurance I could. "We'll figure it out. You're already doing great."
Many months later, Our apartment in San Francisco was modest, but it was ours. The walls were adorned with posters of Metallica and other bands, a reflection of James's world and our love of music.
The living room was a mishmash of instruments, baby toys, and scattered laundry.
It was late afternoon, and James was home after a week on the road.
He was determined to feed our daughter her dinner, giving me a chance to sit back and relax for a moment.
I sat on the couch, my legs curled under me, watching the scene unfold with amusement.
James had our daughter in her high chair, a small bowl of mashed peas in one hand and a bright yellow spoon in the other.
His eyebrows were drawn together in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he tried to scoop up the right amount of food.
Our daughter, with her chubby cheeks and bright eyes, was all smiles, clearly delighted to have her daddy home.
"Alright, little lady," James said in his gravelly voice, "here comes the airplane."
He made a buzzing noise, moving the spoon toward her mouth. But just as he got close, our daughter batted the spoon away with a giggle, sending peas flying.
James's face fell, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Nice try, Daddy," I teased.
James shot me a mock glare. "You're not helping, you know."
I shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off my face. "You're doing great, rock star."
He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
He scooped up more peas and tried again, this time managing to get a little bit into her mouth before she clamped her lips shut and turned her head, giggling and squealing.
"Oh, come on, kid," he said, trying to keep his frustration at bay. "You gotta eat something."
Our daughter had other plans.
She grabbed the spoon with her tiny hands and promptly dropped it on the floor, squealing with delight.
James let out a sigh, bending down to pick it up, only for it to be batted away again as soon as he held it up.
"You're killing me, kid," he muttered, though there was a shine in his eye.
I could see the love and patience in him, even as he struggled with something as simple as feeding her.
It was moments like this that reminded me why I fell in love with him. Despite the scary rock star exterior, James was tender and caring. The sweetest man I’d ever known.
I got up from the couch and walked over to them, picking up the spoon and wiping it clean. "Let me show you a trick," I said, taking a small spoonful of peas and gently holding it up to our daughter's lips.
She opened her mouth obediently, and I slipped the spoon in, her eyes lighting up.
James watched, shaking his head in mock defeat. "I swear, she's got it out for me."
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "She just likes making you work for it. You're doing great, James. She loves you."
He smiled, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. "I love you too, you know."
Our daughter made a happy noise, flapping her hands as if to say she loved us too.
We were young and often unsure of what we were doing, but we had each other, and that was enough.
James leaned down, planting a kiss on our daughter's forehead. "Alright, little lady, let's try this again."
With determination, he picked up the spoon and attempted another round of feeding. This time, he was more successful, managing to get a few more bites in before the inevitable mess ensued.
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PHONE SEX WITH HAZEL I NEEEED IT
WARNINGS: smut! MDNI, established relationship, reader has female anatomy, use of feminine labels, reader and hazel are in college together, swearing, phone sex, reader is a bit of a tease, more dom!hazel, nudity mentioned
WC: 1076
You hadn't intended to start a fire or anything, or at least that's what you had claimed when your girlfriend called you four times in a row in the middle of her class.
"Hi, honey," you purred into the phone. You figured you'd be nice by actually answering her fifth call.
"Are you serious?" Hazel almost shrieked. "'Hi, honey'? That's how you answer the phone after sending me that fucking picture?"
"What picture?" You could feel her clenching her fists on the other line at your innocent act.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she sighed, more impatient than exasperated. You knew what feeling was really behind her tone. "The picture of you in bed."
You tapped at your chin, forgetting she couldn't actually see you. "Hmm, that doesn't ring a bell. Maybe you could describe it more?"
"Your tits were out and your hands were in your panties," she blurted, sick of playing your game. "And now I'm getting in my car so I can come get in bed with you and replace your fingers with mine."
It was so hard to pretend that last sentence didn't make you throb with desire. You almost felt bad for starting all this teasing now. "Too bad I'm not there." Her silence at the realization was deafening.
"Fuck," she huffed. "You went home for the weekend early, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did, babe." You fiddled with the sheets on the corner of your childhood bed. The two hour drive to spend time with your family was usually worth it, but now you were beginning to regret leaving Hazel at school.
The sigh she let out was careful, but patient. “Then I guess we’re doing this over the phone, huh?”
“What?” Your surprise was genuine this time.
“You’re going to finger yourself while I talk you through it. Sounds good?” she asked. Your jaw fell open, and for the first time on this call you were thankful she couldn’t actually see you. Your silence began to startle her. “You still there, baby?”
“Yeah, Haze, sorry, I–” You shook your head to snap back into reality. “I didn’t think you would like the picture that much.”
You both laughed, the sound so familiar you almost forgot the dirty context. “So, you want to or not? ‘Cause I’m walking into my apartment right now and I’ll be fucking myself to that picture with or without you, sweetheart.”
You found yourself speechless for the second time that day. After a few moments of listening to Hazel fumbling with her keys, you developed a response. “I’m not gonna stop you, especially when that makes me want to fuck myself even more.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Oh, she was getting cocky now. Normally you would have shot a clever retort at her for that comment, but this new experience had you feeling unusually nervous. Before you had time to even come up with your next line, your phone chimed. When you opened the image from Hazel, you audibly gasped. You heard her laugh at your reaction on the other end of the call.
The camera was angled up from between her legs, a spot you wished you were in at that moment. Her tank top was pulled up over her chest, exposing her boobs and toned stomach with flexed, veiny hands framing them.
“Jesus, Haze,” you laughed, trying to keep cool. “You just can’t wait to get naked for me even when we aren’t in the same house, can you?”
Her laugh was always a wonderful sound, but it had never turned you on this much before. “More like I know you can’t wait to see me naked.” Her voice was breathier than usual. You wondered for a moment if she was already touching herself, but you were pretty certain of the answer.
“You’re not wrong about that,” you sighed, snaking your free hand under the waistband of your underwear. The feeling of your fingers on your clit gave you enough confidence to start talking dirty like you usually do. “Fuck, Hazel. I wish you were the one touching me right now.”
“Shit,” she huffed, the horny frustration an interesting combination. “Me too, baby. I can’t even describe the things I would do to you right now if I could.”
“Try it,” you commanded.
You began to think her dominant facade was fading slowly until she spoke up again. “I would lay you on the bed and pin you down even though I love seeing you squirm. I’d kiss you until you begged me for more.”
“Fuck,” you whimpered. You were growing wetter by the minute. “Then what?”
“I know how much you love when I suck on those tits, so I’d pay extra attention to them. I wouldn’t stop until they were covered in purple. I could have your boobs in my mouth for days, honey.”
Her voice was dripping in arousal, making you arch your back at the thought of her mouth on your breasts. “Yes, please, Hazel.”
“I would kiss down to your sweet pussy and take those pretty panties off nice and slowly. You’d have to wait for it. I’d start by licking all around your lips before getting where you really want me to go.”
You were almost embarrassed by how horny this simple imaginative story was making you. Almost. Your core began to tighten and you had given up on trying to respond to her with actual words. You just moaned into the speaker, waiting for her to keep talking.
“Then I’d eat you out while you squeeze those sexy thighs around my head. I’d have you screaming while you came. Then it would be my turn, and I’d grind on you to get myself off. Would you be a good girl for me while I fuck myself on your pussy?”
“Fuck, yes, Hazel. I’d be so good.”
“God, babe, I'm ready to cum just talking about it,” she huffed.
Your fingers curled inside of yourself, hitting the spot Hazel always found so easily. You were tiptoeing on the edge now. “I’m going to– Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too, baby. Come on, cum for me,” Hazel groaned. No more words were spoken for the next few seconds as the phone was filled with your combined sounds of pleasure. Your highs washed over you simultaneously and you couldn’t help but giggle together afterward. It seemed that this wouldn’t be the last time you had phone sex.
#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan smut#hazel bottoms#hazel callahan#bottoms 2023#bottoms movie#ruby cruz
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jjk chapter 270 spoilers under the cut !!
GODDDDDDDDD I LOVED THIS CHAPTER. I LOVED IT SO SO MUCH . i feel so high rn you guys don’t UNDERSTAND 😭😭😭 it gave me literally everything i wanted (minus gojo stuff but we’ll get to that) AND I’M JUST !!!!!!!!!!!! i feel so satisfied . all is right with the world . i am a happy mouse
i love love loveeeee the fact that akutami finally decided to pick up (most) of the loose ends — at least the ones from the culling game !!!!!! it’s my favorite arc and i really adore all the side characters, so getting to see them all again was so nice 🥹 and my biggest criticism for akutami’s writing in general has been how he leaves these loose threads behind him, so i’m glad this chapter went back to piece them together. there’s still obviously a lot i would’ve liked to see before the finale, but this chapter finally made me feel somewhat satisfied with it all …..
buuuuut okok!!! let me get through some stuff <3
^^^^ THIS . THANK YOUUUUUUUUU GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FINAL SHOKO CRUMBS . THAT’S LITERALLY ALL. i love her so much chat …………. THE BUN :((((((( i wonder if she’s paying tribute to suguru, in a way. since she can’t make his grave all nice like she did with tsumiki’s. <- WHICH IS ALSO . so heartbreaking :((((( shoko has been the closest to death and corpses out of everyone.
’that moron should’ve let me handle geto’s body, too’……… gojo thought he was doing her a favour by not forcing her to dispose of him, but i wonder if his decision only caused her more suffering? :’) either way i loveeee shoko and i think her character is so wonderful. her not believing in an afterlife is also so in character LMAO, my little cynicist <3333
^^^^^ AND THEN THIS . PEEEEEERFECT. SO PERFECT. shoko and her cigarette motif :’)))))))) SHE FINALLY QUIT AGAIN . SHE IS AT PEACE . also need to mention how fucking cute she looks ……. i neeeed to squish her cheeks !!!!! she’s my baby !!!!!!!!!!
i will say that . obviously . i would’ve loved for her to get a more concrete final moment with stsg :’) like her being at the airport, or something. overall i’m satisfied with this being her ending of sorts (though if gojo is alive i’d obviously like to see them talk)…… she hasn’t gotten as much spotlight in this manga as she’s rightfully deserved, but i do think her character writing has been lovely and consistent throughout everything, and she remains one of my ult favorites <3333333 i LOVE my wife. love all her little quirks . i hope she quits smoking forever and ever!!!!!!!
ahh, it was also nice to see them mention tengen!!!! and how the barrier techniques worked. again, i’m just really happy that we’re not letting plotpoints go unfinished 😭😭 i also think it’s . a little romantic. that tengen’s barriers will exist as long as sukuna’s remnants remain . the tengen / sukuna / kenny trio is very interesting to me (MORE ON THAT . LATER.)
THEN WE ALSO HAVE THIS !!!!!!!!!
^ this moment means . soooo much to me. will try to get my thoughts out coherently but this theme really resonates with me so deeply :’) since the beginning of the manga, jujutsu society has been built on the foundation that is the suffering of youth — adults casting blame and burdens on children. like the higher ups who hide up at the top and force the children to work themselves to the bone. we saw this so clearly in hidden inventory most of all. and gojo is the anti thesis of that society — he wants to preserve youth !!!!!! even nanami, who didn’t really have any clear desires to change the fundamentals of their society, did his best to protect children as an adult.
so to see gakuganji refer to utahime and nitta as young (even though they’re both grown adults)….. and say that ’they needn’t worry over this just yet’…… i think. it shows how much the society is already improving. with someone like gakuganji in charge. and also kusakabe, who basically told the trio to just be kids last chapter, and leave the hard stuff to the adults (can’t remember his exact wording lmao but he said it so perfectly)…… it just warms my heart. jujutsu sorcery is still a shitshow but as least the children won’t be as exploited anymore (or at the very least, there are good adults around them, who will bear most of the burden on their own backs). idk. i just loved this moment sm :’))))))
ahhhhh, and and and !!!!!! mr katana and mr sumo 🥺 IT WAS SM FUN SEEING EVERYONE AGAINNNN and it was so sweet seeing maki try to look out for them a little after they helped her ……..
^ maki and her middle aged man besties …… :3
AND THEN CHARLES !!!!! MY BOY !!!!!!!!!!! just needed to mention him lmao. i love him T_T happy that he’s working on his trashy little manga. keep up the good work king <3333333 SAME WITH THE FORMER BULLY . sorry can’t be bothered to remember his name ….. the pudding guy. you know who i mean. seeing him apologize and try to make amends was rlly heartwarming …….. i really am so happy to see all culling game characters happy and alive . WHERE IS REMI THOUGH . 🤨
…… but okay . okay. okayyy.
actually yk what we’re saving the best for last ^^ ONTO HANA AND MEGUMIIIIIII WHAT A CUTE MOMENT . SOOOO CUTE . i don’t ship them at all i think they’re adorable though …… AND HANA IS SOOOOOOO GODDAMN CUTE I CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN IT ????? :((( I NEED TO SQUISH HERRR
^ LOVE this line . my brother pointed this out but isn’t it like …. eerily similar to that akiangel scene 😭 lmao. i just really love this. megumi offering to be her right hand because ’he’ was the one who took it from her ……. he’s such a good boy :< also instantly pictured him being her scary knight/guard dog and yk what maybe this ship could sail after all…..
^ THEN THISSSSS 😭 THEY’RE SO CUTE. MEGUMI IS SO FUCKING AWKWARD HANG IN THERE BUDDY ………….
ah i forgot to mention higuruma …… i love him!!!!!!!!! i love him a ton!!!!!!!!!!!! :’3 i think seeing his junior demand a retrial for the sake of justice meant a lot to him. i could go deeper into it because higu’s character is so dense but yeah !!! very fitting ending for him …… i’m kinda sad that he’s cursed to be an overworked sorcerer though 💀 hang in there king…
AND THENNN WE HAVE :333c A NEW MISSION… feels kinda nice to go back to our roots. i have literally NO idea what’s gonna happen though 😭 hopefully tied to gojo….??? for the record i obviously want him to live and will have Many things to say if it turns out he’s really been dead this whole time, but. we’ll save that for the next chapter <3 for now i’m just happy to see the babies back together….
^ noba being gay ……. all is right with the world 🥹
BUT OKAY . ENOUGH. ENOUGH ABOUT THATTTT ENOUGH ABOUT EVERYTHING ONLY ONE THING REMAINS AND IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. akutami loves me and only me and this chapter finally confirmed that once and for all…..
I FUCKING . SCREAMED. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND.
TAKABAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FIRST OF ALL? I MISSED HIM . I MISSED MY BABY 🥺🥺🥺 BUT SECOND OF ALL WHAT THE FUCKKKKK WHAT THE FUCK ALL MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED???? THIS IS ALL IVE EVER WANTED????????? i’ve been telling my brother that if i could manifest one thing i’d want jjk to end with takaba on stage with kenjaku without it ever been elaborated on AND MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED . I’M SO HAPPY YOU DON’T GET ITTT
there’s so much to say ……… truly ………. these two make me insane ………… will start with: they’re so funny. they’re so gay. kenny wanting to make sex jokes like the freak he is. THEY’RE TOGETHER GUYS 🥹 THE KENKABA SPINOFF MANGA I WANTED IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES .
….. but also !!!!! truly truly trulyyyyy — i love this. i love how akutami did this. this is kenjaku’s final scene, and it’s perfect for them!! it’s so chaotic…. they left sorcery behind for a life of stand up comedy 😭 AND IT’S SOOO IN CHARACTER . IT REALLY IS. what kenjaku wants, what they’ve claimed to want since shibuya, is to create chaos that not even they will be able to control, using cursed energy. and takaba is exactly that. kenny created takaba’s cursed technique using the culling game, and takaba is chaos personified!!! a chaos kenjaku can’t control!!!!!! as dissatisfied as i was with yuuta just swooping in and cutting their head off i did think that the takaba fight was a really clever and perfect end to kenjaku :3
soooo — it makes sense that kenjaku would go back to takaba. they had fun with him!!!! he matches their energy!!!!!! and takaba could easily have saved his life using his ct, which i think is the implication here. i love that kenny’s face is obscured, it just feels like such a fun little thing to throw in at the end 😭 but i doooo genuinely think this is akutami’s way of implying that kenny is alive and living the happy yaoi life with takaba . as they fucking should.
i also wanna say !!!!! that i think it’s so thematically fitting that kenjaku’s ending is soooo different from tengen’s and sukuna’s . i LOVE this aspect of it so much; kenjaku is the most morally corrupt of the three, and also the most human. sukuna is a human turned calamity, who slumbered for centuries, and tengen is a shut-in who ended up mimicking sukuna’s appearance while only maintaining human contact through a barrier. kenjaku laughs at them for it. he hates them for being so passive, because kenny is the opposite of that — he’s lived through it all!!!!!! changed with the centuries!!!!!!! so i think it’s just ….. soooo perfect and tasty that sukuna and tengen now only exist as remnants, as barriers, just like they did before — while kenjaku chooses to live, and takes an entirely different approach. they’re so fucking chaotic and i adore them. i can’t explain how much i love their character …… i really can’t ……… :’3
i’m just . still so happy . i really thought it was kenover…… i didn’t think they’d get an ending so perfect………………. i really, really hope akutami comes in clutch and gives gojo the same treatment :’) even if the chances are slim. i thought this chapter was absolutely lovely and i hope with allllll my heart that i end up enjoying the final chapter too.
……….. i think ……. that’s all 😭 (if you’ve read this far i’m kissing you with tongue btw). THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME !!!!!! this chapter made me feel so genuinely satisfied and giddy and i’m super sleepy and tired but i just needed to rant :’3 i love kenjaku. they’re so silly . such a brat. i wanna kiss them. takaba too actually. we are in a happy polycule
#PHEWWWWWWW#LONG rant this week folks ……#i <3 this chapter#need to say it again just so everyone knows#i love youuuu akutami <33333#ari noises ✩#jjk 270#jjk leaks#jjk manga leaks
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warm
hirai momo x reader
summary: who needs pillows when you've got your warm, comfy girlfriend.
wc: 1.1k
fluff ; cursing
a/n: i'm so tired rn, neeeed momo she's so so girlfriend.
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you groan.
it's been two hours and you just want to get this damn project done so you can send it over to your boss and have him accept it. you just want to spend tomorrow with your girlfriend without having any worries or anything on your plate.
various yellow sticky notes take up some of the space on the wall, and they have barely legible notes and reminders that you had noted in a rush while in a zoom meeting. another sticky note that stands out from the rest is a peach colored one, the text on it reads: i'll be at the studio, be home at eight. make sure to eat, i love you.
you just want to see your girlfriend.
you aggressively type in the code that you thought would be error-free, so you run it; you're going to punch the laptop in front of you soon after seeing the small red "x" on your screen.
"are you fucking kidding me?" you curse, "I swear to fucking god there aren't any errors? this fucking piece of shi-"
"y/n, hi." a familiar voice chirps, cutting you off from cursing out a hunk of metal and wires. you turn to see your girlfriend, who's walking over to you and plants a kiss on your temple, "I missed you." she mumbles.
you lean back into the chair, turning your head to face her. "I missed you too, how was practice?"
"tiring and sweaty." she sighs and you laugh under your breath. momo looks at your tired state: messy hair, glasses falling to the tip of your nose, and loose strands falling over your face. momo smiles at the sight, she could fall in love with you all over again right here right now. "I showered right when I got home, cold one too." she adds.
"that's good. felt nice huh?" you respond. momo hums and your lips inch closer. momo closes the gap and pecks your lips, sweet and short.
your girlfriend pulls away so that her lips are still touching yours, "are you going to join me?" she asks, referring to the empty bed you two share. your eyes soften, and your shoulders seem to sink. a disappointed sigh leaves your lips.
you respond with a pout. "I have to finish this." you mumble, "but, I showered already, so I'll be with you right after," you assure. momo pouts at your response, but nonetheless, she nods in understanding. your girlfriend kisses your forehead and mumbles something against your skin.
"okay, i'll go make sure boo and dobby are asleep."
you hum. "love you."
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it's been an hour and you might be losing some hair or even balding after seeing the same little "x" on your screen. another (slightly dramatic) groan escapes your lips, momo's eyes leave her phone screen as she looks at her girlfriend, hunched over and pressing her fingers against her temple.
the dark-haired woman walks over to you once more, looking over at your screen and the way your brows furrow.
"you okay?"
"why did i pursue computer science." you groan. "I think my boss wants me dead." and momo laughs at your response. you pout.
"maybe you need a break," momo suggests, massaging your shoulders and she's a bit surprised at how tense they are. you relax into her touch and you feel her fingers rub in a circling motion.
"I can't, this needs to be done."
"you can take a break – and, I really want to lay down with you. you better hurry up." she says playfully, rolling her eyes.
"trying trying." you assure, though it may be a lie. "five minutes?" you ask. momo ponders for a bit before nodding and kissing your cheek,
"promise?"
"maybe?"
momo sighs and heads back to lie down on the queen-sized bed, covering herself in the baby blue blanket and sinking her head into the pillow. she faces away from you.
now you're really fucking determined to get this done.
you carefully go over every line of code for the next five minutes, checking to make sure there aren't any small mistakes, typos, or miscapitalization. that's when you want to punch yourself: you had made a single letter of a variable lowercase instead of uppercase. that was the thing fucking up your program.
"oh my fucking god," you mutter.
"hm?" momo turns to face you again, wondering why you're sitting back up straight and staring at the laptop in awe. momo watches you tap at the mouse in your hand and your face lights up after something changes on the screen; momo guesses that things had worked out for you.
a tired groan escapes your lips as you stand up, putting your arms up and momo swears she hears something crack as you stretch yourself. she laughs at the sight. you take off your blue light glasses and rub at your eyes, then close the laptop.
"done," you say. you both smile at each other.
momo lifts the blue blanket for you so that you can crawl on top of her, practically collapsing on her from exhaustion. your face squishes against the gray cotton sweatshirt that covers Momo's chest, and the peach scent that fills your senses is everything that you need at the moment, it's so sweet. you melt into momo even more as your legs start to tangle.
"little spoon today?"
"mmmm," you mumble against the cotton. "is this my sweatshirt?"
"maybe." momo says, laughing at your state. she puts her phone down and starts to massage your scalp with both hands; you might die right then and there. momo can tell by the way you fully relax into her, mumbling something that's very incoherent and it's more of a dragged-out groan.
"when did your boobs get so comfy," you mumble, "and warm."
you turn so that your face is now fully pressed into her chest and against the cloth, you don't even care that it's a little difficult to breathe because it's so comfortable for no reason.
momo chuckles at your little remark and kisses your head, getting a whiff of the coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner you had used earlier. she trails her hands down to your shoulders slowly, massaging at them a bit and you let out another low groan at the feeling.
"you're so cute."
a warm feeling takes over as she wraps her arms around you, as if you were a stuffed teddy bear. you finally shift a little so that your head rests just under your chin, just so you can breathe a little better.
"mhm." you mumble against her neck, "i love you so much."
"yeah yeah." momo rolls her eyes. "I love you too."
#kpop x reader#twice x reader#twice imagines#twice fluff#hirai momo#momo x reader#momo fluff#hirai momo x reader
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BROO I need need neeeed Artrick x reader meeting eachothers parents I feel like it would he such a shitshow 😭🙏
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Meeting Art's grandma 🥹🥹🥹 she knows Patrick and already calls him his curly friend, and then when she sees you, she instantly falls in love. Immediately begins showing you pictures of baby Art while the blonde is just blushing, telling you not to look, that he looks like an idiot in most of the photos. He wants to kill himself when Patrick points out one particular picture of baby Artie in a bathtub with a cute soap foam crown on his head. You have to admit it's adorable and you tease Art about it for the rest of the day.
Patrick's parents are a bit harder to please, at least you are feeling slightly awkward meeting them for the first time, dressed in the fanciest of your dresses. Again, they already know Art, so they assume you must be a good girl when they both like you. Patrick's father is a bit rough on you, making you feel like you're under an x-ray, as if he's just waiting for you to prove them how wrong of a choice you were for the boys. But his mother eventually warms up to you and compliments your dress as well.
If you were afraid of meeting the boys' parents, then they are absolutely desperate and frightened of meeting yours. Shaving thoroughly, combing their hair and picking the most representative of their shirts, they show up at your place with two bouquets of roses, one for you, the other one for your mom. They're at their best behaviour, genuinely, both of them calling your mom Mrs L/N even if she allowed them to call her by her first name. They don't even dare address your dad at all. He looks scary to them. But your dad actually likes the boys, he likes Art more, because the blonde appears more scared in his eyes and he gets a good laugh from teasing him. Surprisingly, him and Patrick click during dinner, now both of them making fun of Art and you have to hold his hand under the table while he blushes. It seems as either of your parents have chosen their favourite boy when Art helps your mom wash the dishes and Patrick sits in the living room with your dad, watching a football match on the TV and yelling at a particular player that messed up a seemingly clean shot.
Overall, all three meetings went better than all three of you have expected.
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Sweet Creature: Chapter One
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (In future chapters)
WC: 4070
Summary: A washed up movie star with a failing career, fresh out of rehab and looking to turn his life around. He moves back to his small hometown to take a break from stardom and help his sister out with his niece— He’s traded the high-life for school runs and crafting. What he doesn’t except is to meet you, his niece’s school teacher who couldn’t care less about his extensive filmography or his dwindling fame.
Warning: 18+ Blog; brief description of drug use, rehabilitation/mentions of rehab stay, getting treatment for drug addiction, absent parents, anxiety, sister giving ultimatum, apologetic Dieter, determined to turn life around, cursing, if I’ve missed anything feel free to let me know.
A/N: Firstly, big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for listening to me drone on about this! And for also being a champ and beta’ing for me too!!
This chapter has some heavy elements to it, and I hope it comes across as a serious tone considering the topic of drug usage. I wanted Dieter to be deliberate in his attempt to better himself. There might be some reference to this characters contents in the future, but this will be the only one containing any actual drugs. There’s a lot of information packed into this chapter to help get the story going. I’ve been so blown away by the responses to this series and I really hope I do it justice! Any questions/comments/or you just want to chat more about this chapter, my ask box is always open!! xx
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A few sharp knocks on the bathroom door.
“Hello?? Is someone in there?”
No response.
The slightest twist of the knob. Unlocked. Unoccupied.
Only the opening of the door reveals quite the opposite. Occupied.
“Oh! I’m so so sor— Oh my god! Are you fucking serious right now?! You’re getting high at a 6 year old’s birthday party!”
No response. Just a deadpan look of nothingness from the body propped up next to the toilet.
“I fucking knew it. I knew you would fucking let her down!! God!!! You’re such a fucking deadbeat, washed up douchebag— so fucking ridiculous.”
“W-whyy a-rrre y-youuu yellllling? Shhhhh!” His speech laden with a hint of sarcasm.
“You’re a fucking joke! I can’t believe you would do this to your sister!”
“What are you yelling about in here?? Wren is getting ready to open her presents and wants everyone to watch her. Dieter why are you on the flo— are you fucking high?”
“Ag-ainnn shhhhhhh!” His pointer finger emphatically raised to his lips, the noise too much for his dazed mind.
“You promised me Dieter! You fucking promised me no drugs! I should have known better, I should have fucking known you’d do this— you don’t care about how much this hurts me to see you like this, constantly letting me down. I’m done Dieter, I’m so fucking done trying to help you if you’re not going to help yourself. Fuck! Get the fuck out! Go! Now!! I don’t want you near us, I won’t put Wren through this. Get help or stay away!”
The door slams, Dieter left alone to ruminate over what was said in the small tiled space.
Even in his stupefied state, the words thrown at him were enough to make an immediate impact. The cognitive part of his brain working over time to push through and make a levelheaded thought.
“Deadbeat”
“Washed up”
“Get help or Stay away”
Reaching for his phone, he dials his lifeline who drops everything for him, probably due to her reoccurring paycheck, his assistant whom he’s thankful doesn’t hate him enough to ignore his call out of the blue.
“Heeeey! I n-neeeed y-you to c-ommme g-get meee…”
He knew this was it, he had to get his shit together or suffer the consequences.
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He feels different if he’s being honest with himself.
Lighter.
Healthier.
Alive.
365 days clean. He made a commitment to a year long stay at a drug rehabilitation center, followed by a 3 month residency in a sober living facility conveniently tucked away in the Hollywood hills.
Yet, he feels more lost than he was before he started treatment.
He can’t remember what living a normal, healthy life is like— a life not high out of his mind 24/7.
This wasn’t his first time trying to get clean, he’d become a regular of sorts at a few different rehab centers scattered through out the greater Los Angeles area.
Each stay with the same goal and each one a failed attempt at getting control over his life without the drugs.
It was never “hope this is the time it really clicks for him”, it was always a question of “how long will he go this time before he’s kicked out and checking into the next one”— might have even been a headline a time or two.
Many centers refusing to even consider treating him based on his past reputation alone.
His agent’s patience was wearing thin trying to book roles for Dieter, doing his best to convince directors he wasn’t a liability and he could get the job done with zero risk in hiring him— it was far from the truth.
Each day on set became a game of Russian Roulette, no one really knowing which side of Dieter they would be dealing with while shooting. That in itself was a metaphorical high he chased with each role he booked, seeing how long before some one caught on to his slurred words, blood shot eyes and sluggish demeanor.
On numerous occasions Dieter thought he was skillful in his ability to mask his inebriated ego. He was combative with the crew and fellow actors— his temperament calm and mellow one moment, then seething and dripping with rage the next.
He was getting sloppy. The teetering domino of his life had slowly began to tip and once it did finally fall, his entire life crumbling around him.
*
The traffic is heavier than expected. Dieter wonders if it’s due to others similarly seeking to leave the city in hopes for a break from the dim aura that Los Angeles is. He can feel the weight of the city’s reputation lift from his shoulders with each passing mile as he maneuvers through the stretch of freeway congestion.
A few honking horns bring his attention back to the conversation he’s currently semi engaged in.
“This is a big step Dieter. I’m really proud of how far you’ve come.”
He instantly cringes at the thought of getting back out to sell himself for roles. Facing those who were- and are- tired of his shit.
The downfall of his career began when he was late for dress rehearsal for a role he some how managed to get— this role having potential to get him in the running for award nominations, propelling his career to new heights. But when he was no where to be found at call time, his assistant went on the search for him and it’s where she found him passed out in his trailer. He was too far gone to even pull himself together, prompting the director to fire him on the spot.
The rate of speed at which news travels in Hollywood is the equivalent to a fast moving wildfire— once that first bit of gossip hits the ground, it’s spreading through the industry with a sudden surge of ferocity and growing far beyond what is predictable.
His agent's attempt at damage control was a wasted effort. Directors dumping Dieter’s preproduction roles, actors refusing to work with him and threatening to quit if Dieter stayed on— his list of films beginning to dwindle in a matter of days and by the end of the week, Dieter Bravo was jobless.
“The next few months will go by quickly, and before you know it you’ll be back out here booking jobs and proving everyone wrong.”
Vanessa, Dieter’s assistant and full time babysitter, always seemed to have a way to make him feel at ease. And at this point, the only person he knew who believed he could actually turn his life around.
“I really fucking hope so.” He sighs, this was his attempt at thinking positive.
“Have you talked to her yet?” Her voice cracking through the car speakers as he continues his drive north on the 101.
“Briefly. Told her I’d probably be getting in around 6 or so— BEEP!— Watch out asshole!” Throwing a middle finger at said asshole driver who nearly missed clipping his car.
“She’s proud of you too, ya know. Might not seem like it right now, but she is.”
“Hmm. I’ll just agree to disagree with you on that point. Having a drug addict—“
“Former drug addicted, Dieter.”
“Right— well, having a deadbeat for an older brother doesn’t really leave a lot to be proud of.”
“You’d be surprised. Hey, I got another call coming in. I’ll be in touch with you soon! Call me if you need anything! Again, Dieter, I'm really proud of you!”
“Thanks Nessa! I’ll talk to you soon.”
The call ending abruptly, leaving him to sit alone in his thoughts for the next hour and a half—something he hasn’t really taken the chance to experience since, well, a long while.
The Santa Monica Mountains provide a scenic view as he leaves behind the place he saw as his home for the last 20 years.
His current destination plugged into his stupidly expensive sports car.
Home. Where he grew up.
*
He can’t even remember the last time he visited. Not due to the years as an actor taking him to all areas of the world. The last time he had been home was just over a year ago and he was high out of his mind, barely remembering the trip as a whole.
His sister had asked if he’d be able to make it to his niece’s birthday. She was turning 6 and had been begging for her uncle to be there to celebrate with— he was easily her most favorite person. The specifics of the getting to his sister’s home and the actual party are pretty blurry for Dieter.
Dieter spent most of the last year trying to produce a coherent flashback of the day that would ultimately be his last time using, the reason for his commitment to getting his life together.
He never expected the lowest point in his life would be being caught in the bathroom of his sister’s home doing a few quick lines on the toilet seat, as his niece was blowing out 6 candles a few feet outside the tiny bathroom surrounded by friends and family.
The moments following are a mixture of hazy clips, fragmented bits of information,
he’s tried to piece together to the best of his ability.
The rush of someone bursting through the bathroom door, the echoes of laughter and music piercing his ears as he’s hunched on the floor against the wall, little specks of a white powdery residue dusting his mustache.
There’s screaming as he does his best to focus his blurry attention on the distorted enraged figure in front of him, yelling something about being washed up— his eye lids heavy and fighting against them to keep them opened.
If he had to recall the exact moment he knew he fucked up, it was seeing the hurt and disappointment on his sister's face— her face wet with tears as she poured out her disappointment and pain over the fact that he was strung-out at her daughter’s birthday party. The weight of his consequences bleeding through him as he vividly recalls his sister telling him to leave and not come back unless he was sober.
The next day he checked himself in, determined to get his life together for good.
*
He shakes away the subtle tinge of guilt that starts to bubble up in his chest.
Remembering the ‘54321 Method’ he was taught in treatment to help ground himself when his thoughts start to become overwhelming…
5 things you see: the sun slowly making its way to the horizon, cars moving swiftly by his own, Live Oak trees rooted among the mountains, the slightest twinkling of the first few stars, his reflection in the rear view mirror— lighter, healthier, alive.
4 things things to touch: the leather of the steering wheel, his jeans fabric soft and comfortable, the cool metal of his rings adorning his fingers, the weight of his sobriety chip in his pocket a constant reminder of how far he’s come.
3 things you hear: the familiar beat of a popular song streaming through the car speakers, rhythmic tapping of his thumbs in tune with the song, his off-key voice as he sings along to the words he knows.
2 things you smell: his olfactory nerve triggered at the distinct scent of his woody amber cologne, that new car smell that still lingers throughout the car’s interior.
1 thing you taste: a minty tingle on his tongue as he chews his last piece of gum.
His nerves settle, his eyes focused on the road ahead, deciding he’ll right his wrongs when he gets to his stop— his sister’s house.
*
The trip took longer than he’d originally planned. Weekend traffic to blame for the 2 hour delay in his arrival.
‘Welcome to Ojai’— the stone sign greets him, dim uplighting barely making it readable as he turns on to the familiar street.
The town is all but empty at this time of the night, street lights plus the few restaurants and bars that are open give off enough ambient light to drape the streets in a subtle glow.
He’s instantly taken back to his childhood, so many memories tucked away throughout the picturesque landscape.
Growing up with famous parents wasn’t all that glamorous in Dieter’s eyes.
Dieter’s parents, Dean and Mary Bravo, were both well known in the tv and movie world.
Dean had been known for his roles in James Bond-esque action films through his career, notably his best work among other smaller productions he worked on. Mary was the queen of daytime television with her numerous roles in soap opera’s biggest shows, a socialite getting invited to glamorous events and elite celebrity parties.
Together they were Hollywood’s “It” couple, jet-setting to all parts of the world when schedules allowed for it.
Dieter and his younger sister, while born into this movie star family, were raised far from it. Dean and Mary deciding to buy a home in the mountains outside of the headlines and prying eyes, a place where their kids could live a some what normal life.
Normal was anything but normal. Dean and Mary didn’t let children hold back their lives and desires of more fame. Leaving them with nannies so they could keep up with the demands of working and living their best lives.
Ojai, a small village-like town nestled in the valley of the Topanga Mountains, became a literal playground for Dieter growing up.
Little reminders of his childhood still remain as he ventures further into town. He finds himself slowing the car a bit as he takes it all in, rolling the window down to let the evening air hit his face— it’s crisp as it trickles across his skin.
The private school he attended all through his schooling years sits on top of a hill that over looks the valley. The school’s reputation was highly regarded and offered a plethora of academic courses and electives. Dieter found the art and theater programs to be where he excelled most, painting and acting fueled his passion for the arts, propelling him into pursuing one as a full time career.
He spots Bart’s Books as he drives on, an outdoor bookstore, that had become a daily hangout as a kid. The red wooden shelves still filled with adventures and history to get lost in. He discovered his love for storytelling sitting on the covered patio, nose deep in fictional worlds he dreamed of visiting.
Across the way, a ‘no vacancy’ neon sign flickers on. Capri Hotel, a newly renovated hotel that still looks like it could have come straight from the 1960s with its mid-century design and modern style. He recalls the summer when him and his buddies regularly jumped the fence to swim in the pool, the cool water under the stars was refreshing during the California heat waves. They managed to only get caught once but worked out a barter with the then owners, they clean the pool and in turn can use the pool at their leisure. The hotel seems to be under new ownership now, but it seems to be doing well.
On every corner there’s an art gallery. Some still looking as if no time had passed, others adorn new names and a fresh coat of paint. Several galleries offered summer painting classes, where Dieter found he had more creative freedom than in school to explore all mediums and really honing in on his style. He’s always imagined he’d have his own showing of his paintings, friends and family gathering to see his work— a dream he never lived out.
His car parked and engine killed, he still hasn’t found the courage to get out. He can see a few lights on from the front windows of his sister’s quaint Spanish style home. Trying to not let the vague memories of his last visit deter him from going inside. He sends Vanessa a text, letting her know he’d made it safely and that he’d text her if he needed anything.
Bags in tow, he makes his way to the front door. Nerves and emotions swirling around, reminding himself to breathe, letting go of the fear and expectations he’d had for this reunion.
He opts for knocking, assuming Wren would be sleeping at this hour.
The clicking of locks being turned, twisting of the door knob, the black wooden door swings open to the space that’s haunted him for the last year.
“Hey, Diem. Sorry I’m so—“ He starts to explain his lateness before he’s cut off.
“Dieter! Oh my god! I thought something happened to you! What the fuck?!” Her body launches at him, arms wrapping around him securely. He accepts the impromptu hug, dropping his bags to return the gesture.
“No, no I’m good. Traffic was a nightmare and by the time I thought to call, service was fucked. Sorry for making you worry.”
“You’re here and you’re safe— that’s all that matters.”
This greeting is going far better than he had expected, but he hasn’t made over the threshold, still plenty of time for Diem to drop the hammer on him.
“Come in! Let’s get you all settled in.” She ushers him in, closing the door and adjusting the locks again.
He takes the space in, noting not much has changed from what he can tell in the diffused lighting, but he feels warm and welcoming even for him.
“I got the spare room all cleaned and ready for you. New sheets on the bed and a few extra pillows just in case.” She seems skittish moving about the living room, picking up the few toys laying around the room and placing them back in their designated baskets. “If you want to sit, make yourself comfortable. You want anything to drink? Eat?”
She seems just as nervous as he is and that makes him feel less anxious for some reason.
“I grabbed some food on the way, I’m good.” Setting his bags down, he makes his way to the couch and sits down, deciding to rip the bandage off so to speak.
Diem taking his lead, sits on the opposite end of the couch, legs tucked under her and hands resting on her lap. A lull hangs over them for a few moments, neither really know what to say or do. He notices her fingers fidgeting and decides to break the silence.
“I know we haven’t talked much since the last time I was here,” He sees the brief wince on her face at the mention of it, as if she’d been actively trying to avoid talking about it. “But I want to tell you how sorry I am for—“
“Dieter, you don’t have to.”
“No, actually I do. And I’m going to. Not only because it’s part of my steps in recovery, but because you deserve it— Wren deserves it.”
“She doesn’t know— about the drugs or you going to rehab.” She doesn’t look at him as she says it.
“I won’t mention it to her then.”
“I just told her you were busy and that you’d be coming to spend time with us 'cause you missed her.”
“Why did you agree? After all the shit I’ve done and put you through, why are you letting me stay here?”
That gets her attention, her eyes glossy with unshed tears as she looks at him with nothing but love and forgiveness. “Because you’re my brother and I want you here, despite all the shit you put me through.”
He shifts closer to where she’s sitting, wiping the few tears that had decided to fall. He doesn’t think he deserves her kindness, but is grateful he has this opportunity to do what he’s been wanting to do.
“I’m sorry for the pain and hurt that I caused you. Not only at Wren’s party, but all the other times I’d said I was clean and wasn’t. For putting you both second to my addiction. I’m sorry for not being here when you needed me most. I promise I’m going to do my best to earn your trust and prove to you that I am committed to my sobriety.”
Leaning back, his hand digs into his pocket pulling out his proof, grabbing Diem’s hand and turns it over placing the chip in her palm. She looks at it then back at him, the most genuine smile graces her face before she wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him in for a hug.
“I love you Dieter! Thank you for not only doing this for us, but for yourself as well. I’m really proud of you.”
“I love you too Diem.”
Releasing Dieter from the hug, she adjusts herself back to her previous position, now more relaxed with her elbow resting on the back of the couch propping her head up as she looks at Dieter, really taking in how healthy he looks since she’d last seen him.
“Thank you for also letting me stay here. I needed to get out of the city for a bit, clear my head and shit. Should only be a few months or less, until I can get a few things lined up— have a few potential projects I requested scripts for.”
The thought of returning to his old ways terrified him, he had all the tools and support to continue working on himself outside of treatment, but he didn’t want to chance it. He instantly knew exactly where he wanted to spend the next few months re-acclimating back into this new way of living, away from temptation. Knowing their last conversation was anything but great, he'd decided an e-mail felt less grievous and hoped she’d find it in her heart to accept him back in her home again.
“Of course. Stay as long as you need to.”
“And I can help how ever you need me to, figured it would keep me busy doing stuff, help out with Wren.”
“Oh my gosh, please! It’s peak tourist season the next few weeks at the Hotel and I’ve got a handful of events we’re hosting too. School runs would be a big help for me.”
“Hotel?” He’s sure he heard her right but doesn’t remember any mention of a hotel that he can recall.
“Funny story actually-- I bought the Capri last year. Did some renovations and it’s been great really. Keeps me busy most of the time, but I love it.”
Diem was never one for the spotlight, especially with movie star family members, actively avoiding anything to do with Hollywood and its ostentatious air. She always had a knack for making drab things look enticing, so Dieter isn’t surprised one bit by the mention of her being the new owner of the Capri Hotel.
“And now that I’m the owner, you can swim for free— pool cleaning is encouraged too.” He laughs at that.
“Congrats on owning a hotel I guess. I’ll definitely be taking advantage of swimming privileges then.”
“Alright. I’m going to head to bed, got an early morning dropping Wren off before I meet with the planner for our next event.”
“I can take her tomorrow.”
“You sure? You don’t want to settle in a bit first?”
“Nah, it’ll be nice spending some time with her.”
“Okay. Prepare yourself for a wild time then.”
She kisses the top of his head before heading in the direction of her room. Stopping before turning down the hall, she looks back at Dieter who hasn’t moved from the couch, one of his hands rubbing at the opposite shoulder and leaning his head to the side to stretch it out a bit— the longer car rides really doing a number on him.
“Dieter—“
His head turns towards the direction of his name being called.
"Hmm?"
“I’m really glad you’re here.”
“Yeah, me too.”
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Hellloo!! Please can you do a one-shot where fyodor and his s/o had a little fight (like normal couple) and s/o got upset about his talk and she start avoiding him and doesn't even sleep in the same bed as him (for 3 days) because she still upset and when he is in front of her she make a serious cold face - _-! What will fyodor do in such a situation!!! Please i need to know!!! Aghhh!! I neeeed to knoooooooooow😭
Thanks for the request!!
'•.¸♡Just a little fight♡¸.•'
Fyodor x reader
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Fyodor had an argument with you three days ago, ever since you have been avoiding him and even sleeping on the couch! He could tell you were pissed off at him, but he seemingly didn't care. He wouldn't try and talk to you or make up for the fight you had, which made you even more pissed off and sad. It made you feel as if he didn't care about you.
On the other hand, Fyodor, once he had to sleep alone the first time in a long time, felt weirdly lonely. He didn't like this lonesome feeling dragging him around, but why did he feel this way? He liked being alone, others would just descract him, especially you, so why wasn't he happy to be alone again? He kept contemplating these thoughts, but seeing you ignoring him, he couldn't see your cute smile and hear your adorable laugh. You wouldn't tell him what your day brought you, and the intern informed him on the world around so he could plan his little evil schemes.
"Why did he miss you so much?" Was the only thought on his mind as he kept ignoring you, and he did nothing to mend the relationship. He could tell you felt more and more hurt day by day. What was going on???? Fyodor was very confused, which interfered with his work, so he decided to make you stop.
One night, you were in the living room reading a book next to the lamp. You weren't really into the book, but it had good reviews, and you were only on the second chapter. The soft sounds of footsteps hitting the floor caught your ear. You could tell it was Fyodor, so you looked up and took off your reading glasses (if you wear them, idk). There was something odd about him as he just stood there in the doorway staring at you, he was so stiff and awkward.
"What do you want?" You speak in a brusque manner at him. He looks like he's about to say something, but he's too stubborn to say it, so you go back to reading. "Sorry." A voice you haven't heard in three days spoke up. You looked up at Fyodor with vide eyes. Shock is an understatement to what you felt at that moment. The word sounded so foreign. You didn't care that it didn't sound genuine, and it felt forced. He still apologised. How?
Before you could say anything, Fyodor left as he thought you didn't accept his so-called apology and he had other things to do. When he was walking away, he suddenly felt a pair of familiar arms and a weight on his back. It worked! His apology worked. He felt a weight break off his shoulders. But that meant he was wrong. He thought the apology wouldn't work. Next time, he won't let you be so pissed off for so long as it clearly messed with his mind.
"You could have said it earlier, you know." You teased him a bit and kept hugging him. You forgave him a long time ago. You just felt hurt that he kept ignoring you.
That night, you made sure to cuddle all of the cuddles you missed over the past two nights.
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
Sorry for leaving again.
Also, this account is over a year old now! Yay! Thank you all for your support, and I should have made this a separate post, but idc.
Thank you to everyone greatly.
Have a good night/day and stay hydrated and do something you love!
—With lots of love, Azrael the wizard frog :)
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Hello! May I request a Az x reader (she/her) x Crowley where the reader loves the wind and has long hair (she grew her hair out specifically for this reason) and so to mess with her, Crowley and Az decide to play a prank where Crowley generates strong winds to play with the reader’s hair? Thank you so much and have an ineffable day!
Wind and Ducks
Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley
A/N- Have ineffable day as well!!!
Readers Pronouns- She/Her
Warnings- None
Word Count- 767
Summary- The three of you are spending the day in the park on the same bench you always do and feeding ducks but the wind seems to be following the reader wherever she goes.
"Who has the frozen peas?" Y/n shouts.
"Darling, I think we are out. There is bread where I keep the tea." Aziraphale responds.
Y/n gasps "Have you no decency for life!"
"Pardon," Aziraphale's head whips back to face her.
"Angel, you know bread causes obstructions in ducks," Crowley reminds.
"Sorry darling, I was distracted new shipment of books came in. Couldn't wait to open it," he smiled sheepishly.
"But we neeeed peeeaas," she whines.
"Then peas we shall get," Aziraphale kisses the top of her head.
"Let's get a move on then," Crowley ushers the two of you out of the store.
The door swings open with ease the wind blowing it back. Y/n's hair whips back into her face a small gigle escaping her lips.
"I hope the wind doesn't disturb the ducks, I do love the breeze though," she smiles.
"I am sure the ducks will not care about the wind once they see your smile," Aziraphale grins.
"Oh you big softie," Y/N pushes his shoulder.
The three of them spent way more time in the shop than was needed. Aziraphale looks at sweets, Crowley judges the plants' quality, and Y/n looks for the best peas to please the ducks. As the group exits the wind seems to have picked and Aziraphale and Crowley exchange knowing smiles unbeknownst to Y/n.
Y/n giggles a strand of hair gets tucked between her nose and lip. She turns to Crowley with a big grin, "You like my mustache?" She twirls the end of her hair as if it were a curly mustache on her face.
Crowley rolls his eyes but his smile tells another story. The wind comes in and goes and each time it picks up Aziraphale and Crowley would exchange silent glances. Y/n starts to pick up on these glances as they become more frequent but does not make the correlation.
She turns to face them pointing an excusing finger at them as they make their way to the park, "What are you two up to?"
Crowley raises his hands up in defense, "I have no idea what you are on about darling."
Y/n ignores Crowley and sends her glance to Aziraphale expecting him to be the more likely one to break but he says nothing and shrugs with an innocent smile.
She puts to her eyes and back to the duo, "I've got my eye on you two." She turns back around and continues to make her way to the duck pond.
Crowley and Aziraphale sit on the same bench as always and Y/n sits closer to the water to accommodate the ducks. She hands out the peas delicately and more and more ducks seem to surround her. Crowley looks at the ducks with envy to be treated so kindly by Y/n was a gift what did these birds do to deserve it. As his jealousy gets the best of him the wind picks up the heaviest it has today making the ducks scurry off. Y/n frowns but the wind causes flowers from a nearby bush to land gently in her hair. She stands smiling letting her hair flow more wildly and dancing around. She followed the direction which the flowers came from and picked some more for the boys.
She sat on the bench once she returned and tucked the flowers in the men's hair, "Crowley if you were jealous of the ducks all you had to do was say not make a windstorm."
"I haven't the faintest clue on what you're talking about," Crowley plays coy.
"Aziraphle," She states.
"We just love seeing you so happy when the wind plays with your hair," he smiled sheepishly.
"See love it wasn't out of jealousy it was for joy," Crowley argued.
"Whatever you say," Y/n giggles.
"I am serious Y/n," he says defensively.
"You are fooling no one, Crowley. Even the angel doesn't believe you," She smiled as the angel looked away hiding a smile.
"Come on, let's leave. I am getting quite tired of you two ganging up on me." Crowley ends the conversation leaving Aziraphale and Y/n smiling and chuckling.
"I must say I did enjoy seeing you so happy with the wind today. I am glad it was accompanied by a signature Crowley tantrum," He whispers into her ear.
Y/n smile widens even bigger and she whispers, "Me too."
"Oi, what are you to whispering about over there? It better not be about me! Let's get a move on," Crowley shouts and the giggling pair follow.
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