is there a word for the fanfic version of a food craving. right now my fic craving is ambrosius and ballister finally getting the nachos they deserve. i want to see every nacho date they ever had and ever will. the first the second the third the thirtieth. the pre-canon nachos and the post-canon nachos. do they have fun nacho dates? do they have angsty nacho dates? why did they choose nachos the first time around? did they ever try making nachos at home? how did ballister find out ambrosius is allergic to olives? do you think the freestyle jazz was ever involved—
anyway. i want to see the nacho tradition come to life. pls
It had been a day or two since Nimona had dragged you with her to Ballister's hideout/Home. You were one of the only ones that hadn't threatened to murder the pink girl. Sure you were a bit scared of her at first but she grew onto almost immediately.
So there you were currently on the couch next to a passed out Ballister. Your Lover was cooking her breakfast tacos and to be honest, Nimona wasn't a bad cook at all. You fully expected Ballister to not have a kitchen by the time she was done.
Her music traveled to her headphones and broke into the air. You just watched her every movement, how could you not? She as a whole was just so fascinating to your eye. Her voice broke your thoughts on her.
"You hungry? I made some breakfast tacos"
She felt the need to ask due your eyes on her. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to do this but she thought it was an amazing time to offer. "Ah, y'know I'm not very hungry right now" You kindly declined the offer from her. She shrugged and turned back around to her cooking.
"So....who do you think framed him?" You gestured to Ballister. "It was definitely the squire, it better be or else I'm gonna sound crazy" you hummed in response letting her know you agree with her. All this sudden a loud gasp came from Nimona.
"What if we went out and investigated? Just me and you?!" Your face lit up at the thought of you and her going out and doing something together but your mind snapped somewhere else.
Ballister. "What about him though?" You nodded to the passed Ballister right next to you. Nimona gave you a look and shrugged. "What about him? He's a big boy, he can take care of himself. Now come on come on!" Nimona threw her Breakfast tacos on the counter and took your arm dragging out of the door.
I ABSOLUTELY CAN I LOVE THIS WOMAN MY BI AWAKENING
"Are you almost done?" Joan said, a little impatiently, though not unkindly. She was just excited.
"I haven't even done your other eye..." you sighed, amused. you dipped the makeup brush into the eyeshadow palette, and slowly, with a careful hand, applied it, "Just keep your eyes closed for another minute or so...."
"You said that fifteen minutes ago." she reminded you, but kept her eyes shut nonetheless.
you gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze with your free hand, "I want it to look ok... I don't wanna mess it up or anything." you blended the eyeshadow, evening it out a bit, "I just hope you like it... I hardly ever do anyone else's makeup."
you added a few finishing touches and wiped away some eyeshadow on her cheek with your thumb, "Alright... You can open your eyes now.." you laughed a little nervously.
Joan batted her eyes for a few seconds, looking in the mirror, "Holy shit..."
"What? It's fine if you don't like it. I'm sure I can-..."
"No, no... Are you kidding me? I look fuckin' sexy." she turned her head to the side a couple of times, checking herself out, "Mhm... damn right I do."
you rolled your eyes, "Please... you always look hot." you gave her a playful swat with the makeup brush.
"Aw... You're just sayin' that 'cuz you love me." she grinned back at you, pulling you in by your belt loops.
"Damn right I love ya." you couldn't help but smile as she kissed you happily, her sweet lips warm and soft against yours. you wrapped your arms around her and sighed contentedly.
"Remind me to let you do my makeup more often." she ruffled your hair and gave you a teasing smile.
you nuzzled her cheek, "Only if you kiss me like that more often."
she took your hand in hers and kissed it softly, "Oh, I think that can definitely be arranged..."
you just laughed as she waggled her brows at you. you pushed her away playfully as she tried to attack your face with kisses.
Could you write a fluffy fic about joan jett where like the reader is upset and she comforts them?
Nyx's notes: I've been on a bit of a writing hiatus this past year due to some family and health issues, but I'm hoping to be coming back over the coming months, I was looking through requests and had inspiration strike so here you loveleys go!
Enjoy!
Crimson and clover -
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, cussing?, best friends to lovers because I'm a sucker for that trope, and fluff
You laid on your bathroom floor covered in sweat and beer. You didn't know why you put yourself in these situations, you hated hosting parties with a passion, yet you always let Joan convince you to throw the next biggest rager at your house.
You lived in a small two-bedroom house on the strip. It was falling apart in everyway possible, and probably couldn't pass inspection, but it was close to your job at the dennys on the corner and that's all that mattered.
Shortly after you moved in, you put an ad for a roommate in the paper, and the next day Joan called you. At first it was supposed to be temporary, but there was just something about Joanie that made you want to keep her around.
She made your stomach twist and turn in the best ways possible. Whenever she was around, you truly felt on top of the world, but you were most definitely not willing to lose an amazing friendship over some silly crush.
That brings us to our current scene. Hiding from the growing party in your bathroom, like a complete loser. A hard knock at the door made you lift your head and scoff.
"Go away"you grumbled, hoping the person on the other side would go away.
"Cmon (y/n)! I gotta piss!"Joan yelled. Of course. Speak of the fucking devil.
You pushed yourself up and tilted your head at the door. Debating if you should even open it.
"(Y/n) I know you're in there! Just let me in please", her voice was softer now, as if it twisted into one of concern.
You sighed and reached over to unlock the door. "Come in Joanie", she cautiously opened the door, afraid of what mess she found behind the door.
"Oh shit..."she snickered"you okay?" She reached her hand out for yours, completely ignoring what she originally came for.
"Yeah m'good Joanie"you muttered shamefully, ignoring her offer to help you up. You didn't want her to see you so vulnerable.
"Dont lie to me"she said, dropping to the floor looking at him. "We're friends, we need to be honest. We are with each other."
"Joanie, I can't keep doing these parties. can't a threesome happen in my room right now" you said, with a slight chuckle.
"And all these people make me nervous. They don't clean up after themselves, they break stuff, they ruin my sheets. I'm scared of even sitting on the couch."
"That's all you had to say" Joanie told you with a smile. "I don't ever wanna see you upset like this want."
"Y'know, you're a great person Joan"you told her with a big smile,
"I don't know about all that, I'm a mess"she scooted closer to him. "You're great though," she smiled with a slight blush going across her face.
It was impossible to ignore Joan's beauty. You saw through her "confident" facade and saw a beautifully damaged soul.
"I love you Joanie"you whispered, laying your head on her shoulder. She glanced over at him, her signature smirk plastered on her face.
"Yea?" She asked, giggling a bit."I love you too". She planted a kiss on her head.
You picked up your head, a blush evident on your face, and slowly leaned in interlocking lips with Joan. She leaned forward and cupped your face, stroking your cheek softly.
"Sorry"you murmured with a smile as you pulled away shyly.
It truly was a sight to behold, you two with your legs unintentionally intertwined on your bathroom floor as a party emerged outside the door.
But at this point you didn't care about the party, you just cared about you and Joan. And the undeniable tension between the two of you.
"Don't know why you're apologizing", she looked down. "I thought it was pretty obvious I wanted to do that for a while.
"I guess I was oblivious"you laughed, biting your lip before coming to the realization "Didn't you have to use the restroom?"
"Yeah"she replied, looking at you, leaning back."It can wait a little bit longer."
so ... a lot of things are happening. i actually intended to lay out my derek hale story and then work a bit on a Blackheart one-shot of all things 🤣 are people even alive in the Ghost Rider fandom?
i think in a few days i could post a one-shot. gone are the days where i could post drabbles without thinking twice, now i have to create a whole backstory, what’s wrong with me?
here it comes ... never thought i’d write a fic about one of aaron taylor-johnson’s characters, but here i am. 🤷🏻♀️ i got to start writing for Kraven now before we get a different version 😅
kraven is coming this friday 🙋🏻♀️ if any of this interests you, you can let me know in the replies for tagging or just enter my form.
WARNINGS: internalized homophobia, Joan's first awakening, kinda angsty but finishes in a sweet way
Joan and you have been best friends since you were in diapers, always super sweet to each other and it was super normal until...
-september 22 1976-
It was Jett's birthday today, her 18th birthday to be more exact. All the girls from their band were there and, of course, you were there too.
Rock songs were blasting trough the speakers as you walked to the kitchen, pouring yourself another drink when Joan enters the room, her eyeliner smudged on her cheeks but she seemed happy so you didn't mind, she must have been kissing someone somewhere in the house.
"Hi, Jetty, want one?"
You ask, raising the cup slightly in her direction, she just shakes her head and walks away with a light blush on her face. You raise an eyebrow but shrug it off and go back to the living room.
Somewhere around 8pm Lita announces it's time to blow out the candles so everyone reunes by the counter to see it (and get cake faster).
Joan stays behind the cake, lightening the candles that stick to the top of the cake. When your eyes cross she immediately looks back at the cake.
After everyone sang and Joan blowed the candles we cut the cake and everyone receives a slice, but when I go search for the raven haired woman she's no where to be seen.
After a good five minutes searching for her you hear crying coming from the bathroom in bed room, you knock on the door
"Jetty? You okay? Can I go in?"
You don't hear anything else from inside the bathroom so you just take a deep breath and continue
"I... I just want to talk... I'm not mad at you, if I did something I'm so sorry... But I don't know what I did so if you can tell me—"
You get cut off by Joan's tiny voice coming from inside the bathroom
"come in..."
You open the door and peek your head inside, looking at the girl. Her head is down, her posture is tight as she hugs her knees to her chest.
"is it... About me?..."
You ask slowly, shutting the door behind you and sitting down in the floor in front of her. She nods slowly, wiping the eyeliner on her cheeks
"I...I can't do this anymore... It's been months since I've been wanting to kiss you and I don't know why... I shouldn't feel like this, you're a girl and you're my best friend... God fucking damnit... I can't even look at you anymore without feeling so embarrassed... It's not right, I can't feel like that about a girl and—"
"Jetty, look at me"
You cup both her cheeks gently as the tears stream down her face quickly, soaking your hands
"there's absolutely nothing wrong with you, okay? You like girls and that's okay... It's just... I don't want to see you avoiding me because of that"
She then closes the gap and presses her lips to yours, the tears keep falling onto your shirt as you kiss her back.
Your thumbs caress her cheeks and your lips search for hers hungrily. When your mouth leaves hers you press a peck to his forehead.
"see? it's okay.... And I'm sure the girls won't hate you for it, they are nice"
I reassure her, my arms wrapping around her waist in a hug, her head rests on my shoulder as she slowly stops crying
A/n:I swear this is not self indulgent (it is) but I love her and we don't have a SINGLE fic about her
Bayley hated the smell of Shotzi's hair it stunk so she decided she was going to cutting all off.
Bayley came up with plan on how to shotzi ready for her haircut. She was going knock her out by drugging her laced Rag. After Telling iyo to go home for the night. Bayley went to her car grabbed her bottle of chloroform and a Rag next Bayley went go find shotzi.
Mean while
Shotiz was hanging out in her locker room Bayley then enter. Shotiz then said.
Shotiz : "What do you Bayley"
Bayley : "where are my manners Ding Dong hello.
Bayley : "I'm her to take care of your stupid green hair
( Bayley beings to prepare Her Rag with chloroform)
Bayley : This Doesn't end well for you Shotiz.
Bayley : "I can't help but noticed this security camera on wall over here let me just cover it up because things are about get very uncomfortable for you
Bayley covered up the camera with her hand to distort any Of the footage.
Bayley then got right in fornt of shotiz to block her view and covered her mouth with the Rag. The sweet smell coming from the Rag invaded shotiz nose and she passed out. After knocking shotiz out Bayley carried shotiz off to a different room.
A hour later
Bayley had shotiz strapped into a chair. Bayley held some smelling salt she held under shotiz's nose in order to wake her up.
Bayley : "Ding Dong hello you stupid idiot.
Shotiz : "Bayley what did you do to m "MMPH MMPH"
Bayley : "Well I just covered your mouth with some Duct tape you big down idiot"
Bayley : "Keep your mouth shut let me give a haircut.
Bayley grabbed a pear of scissors and began cutting shotiz's hair
Bayley cut off a good chunk of shotiz hair after cutting it off Bayley smelled it and said.
Bayley : "Phew Shotiz that stinks do you ever wash your hair.
Bayley then grabbed an electric Razor and told shotiz.
Bayley : "Shotiz I want you to personally call me Bayley the Barber"
Bayley gave her evil grin and shaved the rest of her hair off
Bayley : "Now with you being completely bald your hair won't stink up the locker room anymore.
Bayley : "But lets be perfectly honest no one will be see you or your new look because Shotiz you will be laid up in a hospital bed. Because I'm going to give beating you rightfully deserve.
Bayley covered up a camera with her hand
BANG , SMASH, CARZY
A day later it was reported that
Shotiz was going to be out of action for a lot time and get a unknown injury.
While Shoitz was in hospital she received a card. The card said.
can we have a nimona x gn reader who wears glasses but is nervous to show them to her?
or a nimona x gn reader who comes back home with a wild animal?
IM TIREEDDD STAN, TANK YOU PUTTONH UP WITH THIS!! FEEL FREE TO IGNORE ME
Rue….Rue…ofc you can!! I decided to do the second one!!
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Nimona w/ a reader who randomly comes back home with wild animals
Romance or platonic: Your choice
Headcanons or oneshot: Oneshot
Reader: Gender neutral
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The door creaked open as you hid a squirrel you had caught. You were silently giggling and smiling at the thought of having a squirrel running around Bal’s house. What’s better is Ballister specifically told you that’s no wild animals are aloud in the place.
I mean, no one can take it from you if they don’t know about it, right? Little chitters and squeaks came out of your shirt as it sat inside of it. You were hoping that neither Nimona or Ballister heard it. All you had to do was make it to your room and make a place for it. Easy right?
Well..that’s where you were wrong. “Hey! Bal was wondering what we wanted for dinner tonight. Any thoughts?” Nimona popped up, Either you could sit here and talk, risking losing the squirrel or you could just go to your room and have a squirrel. Second one.
“No ideas here!” You poured out and hurried yourself to your room. Close call.
Soon as your do shut behind you, the squirrel was out from under your shirt and making a ruckus of you room. “Hey, hey! I just cleaned!” The squirrel payed no mind to you. “Dude!” Your once clean room just was as dirty as before. You were scolding yourself for bringing a squirrel into the place when you heard two taps at your door.
“Ah! Hold on I’m getting dressed” the simplest excuse you could think of in this overwhelming situation that you put yourself in. You look around for the squirrel realizing you had to hide it somewhere. Your eyes darted around each inch of your room looking for the furry critter. It was gone.
You sighed and opened the door, hoping that the brownish creature didn’t want to make an appearance now. It was Nimona. “Hey, what’s going on with you? You’ve rushed yourself away from everyone today. Why is that?” Could you sit there and just lie to her? You could tell the truth but that would mean losing the squirrel you worked so hard for. You could also…
You were spacing out. “Hello..? Earth to Y/n.” Nimona waved her gains in front of your face. “Oh! I’m okay! Just busy, busy, busy, today! Y’know.” The pink haired girl rolled her eyes “okay mx. busy, what’s been keeping yo-“ a critter came from a area of your room.
“What was that?” You looked around confused hoping your little gig would fool her. “What was what? I didn’t hear anything?” Nimona was ready for anything to even breath “mhm..” she grumbled out as she shapeshifted into a cat.
It’s over for you.
Just as quickly as Nimona turned into a cat was as quickly as the squirrel was gone. Nimona had caught it. You got a lecture from the both about how you could’ve gotten rabies and how those things are disgusting.
You were sitting on your bed, looking at the mess your ex furry friend and left you when you heard the same two knocks that made you lose him. “Come in…” you let out an irritated groan. Nimona came in and sat next to you. “Hey, y’know you can just ask next time you want a wild animal in the house, I mean I’m here if you ever want a squirrel”
Ballister Blackheart (The book version of Ballister from the movie nimona) x Y/n
(This is my first time writing a fanfiction on a character from a book)
After the tumultuous events that led to the dissolution of the Institution and the disappearance of Nimona, Ballister Blackheart found himself in a new chapter of life. He had lost a great deal, but also gained unexpected opportunities. One of these was the chance to collaborate with the eccentric but brilliant scientist, Meredith Blitzmeyer. Together, they founded 'Blitzmeyer Blackheart Labs,' a place where they could explore the scientific marvels of their world without the restrictions of the now-defunct Institution.
Ballister soon learned that Meredith had a younger sibling by the name of Y/n. Ballister took a liking to them, seeing as Y/n, who held an impressive passion for science and a specific admiration for Ballister himself. Y/n was a firecracker, full of energy, and bright ideas, much like their sister. They idolized Ballister, not just for his scientific accomplishments, but also for his heroic and villainous undertakings. They wanted Ballister to show them the ropes of how to be a hero or a villain or even an anti hero. Ballister agreed to take them on as his apprentice. As they worked closely together, Ballister found himself developing feelings for Y/n. But confessing them seemed a daunting task, especially when Y/n was on the verge of branching out on their own, ready to apply all that they had learned from him. Ballister was proud, but he couldn't help the pang of sadness that came with their imminent departure. But Meredith was having none of that and smacked Ballister upside the head and scolded him for sitting there feeling sad instead of going after Y/n. While Meredith did want to see Y/n go off and achieve her dreams she was also a firm believer in true love and if Ballister loved her sibling then of course she would want them to end up together. So Meredith wound up grabbing Ballister and speeding to the train station before Y/n left. "What if she doesn't want to just give up on their dream and wants to leave anyways?" Ballister asked. After a thoughtful pause Meredith spoke. "Well then you better go with them," Meredith said. "What about the lab?" Ballister asked quickly. Meredith waved a hand at him. "I can hold down the fort until you two get back. But you better be back, you can't just take my sibling and disappear." Meredith warned jokingly. Ballister chuckled, "wouldn't dream of it." Ballister reassured her. So Ballister wound up catching Y/n before they left and told them his true feelings. Y/n admitted that they had had somewhat of a crush on him even before they met. Y/n was surprised that Ballister wanted to go with them into a new city. And so the two of them hand in hand walked onto the train ready for whatever life would throw at them, while Meredith waved them goodbye proud of her sibling and proud of Ballister, he was more than deserving of a happy ending after everything that he had gone through.