#thanks a lot ken burns

[churipu]

hii i noticed your reqs are open, if you dont mind can you do a pt 2 to jjk men vs their gf's plushie collection? with geto, choso and nanami :) thank youu

JJK MEN VS THEIR GF'S PLUSHIE COLLECTION

featuring. geto suguru, choso kamo, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none

note. ooooo anon, the first part of this got a lot of love and i was actually contemplating on making a second part for it, so thank you for requesting <33 tbh if anyone messes with my plushie as a plushie collector, i will throw hands.

GETO SUGURU. for the first few months after he finds out about your plushie collection — the male actually doesn't mind it at all, in fact, he contributed in adding soldiers to the collection. but as time goes by, he began regretting it (just a teeny tiny bit) because he realizes that these plushies are close to stealing his spot as a partner.

"angel." he calls out to you in annoyance, his hand reaching out to grab circle around your ankle.

his mouth was full of distaste, he wanted to throw away those plushies from your embrace — he grabbed your ankle, pulling your body towards him with an angry grunt, "com'ere." he mutters out.

"sugu, what's wrong with you?" you ask him, blinking in confusion to what has gotten him in such a sour mood.

"that." he points at the plushie in your arms, "i don't like him." he snatches the plushie away, glaring at it.

"are you jealous of it?" you sang out happily, throwing your arms around his neck.

"i'm going to say it once, yes, 'm jealous of it. i'm not buying you anymore because why are they getting more attention than i am? are they the boyfriend?" he sputters out, looking away, avoiding your gaze.

you laugh lightly, grabbing his jaw to make him face you and kissed him shortly, "you could've just said so, you big baby."

CHOSO. is so confused, what did you find so entrancing about characters filled with cotton when you had a real life plushie by your side? (talking about him, by the way).

he didn't understand the feelings that were burning in him, but he didn't like it. not one bit. it was the kind of feeling where he'd want to use his technique on your plump plushies — but choso knew that you wouldn't like that so he has never done it.

when you're both home, the male trails around behind you like a lost puppy. very much confused to why the plushie was in your arms instead of him, but couldn't bring the heart to say it to you so he ends up just placing himself beside you on the couch, on the bed, wherever.

"cho, why are you looking at me? do you need anything?" choso was surprised at your sudden question, yes he was looking at you, precisely at the plushie squished in between your arms.

he shook his head and faced forwards, before you know it, his head turns to you again for a long time. eyes narrowed and lips puckered out, "i don't like this feeling," he mutters out.

you turn to him, "what feeling?"

"like i want to punch that in the face," he points at the dragon plushie in between your arms, and you burst out laughing.

"are you actually jealous of my plushie?" you put the plushie aside and opened your arms as an invitation for him, "why didn't you say so, hm?"

he didn't answer you and just dropped his weight into your embrace, burying his head into your shoulder, "because you like them."

you kissed the crown of his head, "but i love you."

NANAMI KENTO. he actually doesn't mind you having a collection at all — the thing he minds it when you pamper them instead of pampering him. nanami doesn't get in bad moods easily, but when it comes to you giving attention to your plushies first instead of him, he gets pretty upset.

working late was a total bum to you (to anyone else really), and coming home — nanami was ready to give you love, but when you greet him with a simple "hello" before running to the room to grab your favorite plushie out of the collection, he didn't know why; but he felt like he was actually losing to a whole non-living object.

and it actually made him upset.

"ken, why are you being awfully silent?" you jumped onto the couch where he was sitting at, the same plushie still in your arms.

the male stares at you for a bit before looking back towards the television — and you by now were worried, had you done anything wrong? or did something happen in his work place?

nanami wouldn't even admit it, because he knew if he admitted that he was jealous; he'd never hear the end of it. even if it was from you.

you tugged on his shirt, "did i do anything wrong?" oh, god, of course you didn't — but just the fact that you're asking him that made him feel guilty, so the male sighed, pulling your body close before shaking his head.

he grabs the plushie and throws it aside before pulling you into a hug, not breaking a word. he just hugs you in silence, not that you were complaining, "ken, did something happen?"

"i'm a little upset."

"can you tell me why?"

"you come home and go to your plushie? when i was the one waiting for you? i didn't even get a hug or a kiss," he mumbles out into your hair, and you lightly laugh, rubbing your hand on his back.

"so you're jealous?"

"no. i'm upset."

yes, yes. he was upset.

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[determinate-negation]

genuine question: why do you say that zionists engage in holocaust revisionism and denial? I've seen a few posts of yours talking about this but I don't think I fully understand what you mean. Thanks in advance

so much of the history american politicians are obliquely referencing when they compare palestinians to nazis is COMPLETELY incorrect and they are obscuring americas enthusiastic support for the nazis and apathy towards the jews, both before they entered the war, during, and after the war. before 1941 there was a lot of support from american politicians for nazis. they were reported on very favorably for years, major american industrialists and businessmen worked with nazis, people were unsure what side of the war the us would join on, the american public in fact generally blamed jews for antisemitic persecution and didnt want to allow in jewish refugees. there were pro nazi rallies in madison square garden with thousands of people. henry ford got a medal from hitler. during the war americans didnt believe a genocide was taking place, 'reputable news sources' questioned jewish eyewitnesses and death tolls. during the war american companies made millions off of the holocaust. after the war the us government protected high ranking nazi officials and put them in the american government. american politicians historically love nazis, they protected nazi war criminals, and they fund european neo nazis today. jewish holocaust surivors lived in displaced persons camps for years mistreated by american troops after the war. the holocaust was not even in public consciousness until decades afterwards, this entire culture of responsibility or whatever is completely superimposed retrospectively. every time that they try to invoke some memory of the holocaust to justify what they are doing in gaza its a shameful and cynical lie because america never cared, they love nazis and they have always allowed genocide to happen. ken burns did a documentary on this called the us and the holocaust thats really good

also the book Hitlers American Friends and this book

and zionists continue to make the insane claim that hitler didnt want to kill all the jews until palestinians convinced him even though this is just softcore holocaust denial about germanys central role in it. also this is not my main point, but the allied bombing of german civilians in dresden was in fact a controversial action, so the way that senate guy is talking about it is historically crazy. and bombing an industrialized fascist nation with a modern army like nazi germany is not remotely comparable to bombing a literal ghetto like gaza which can only fight using asymmetrical guerrilla warfare

#posting this publicly just bc it has info #ww2 #shoah #history

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[missyandthemisfits]

Tokyo Rev X Apathetic!GNReader

 

Part I of Who The Fuck Really Knows

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano 

He’s a weird one so he is absolutely overjoyed to find you’re generally lacking in enthusiasm, even in the face of what appears to be great danger. 

See, it was raining and Mikey was speeding on his bike and cut a corner insanely fast without slowing down at all, eyes widening as his headlights spotted you suddenly in the darkness. He maneuvers past you in the nick of time but manages to flip his bike – luckily there wasn’t any serious damage, just some scratches here and there, to him and the bike. 

“You alright?” suddenly you were kneeling over his blinking form but he’s still deciphering in his mind what happened. He sits up with ease and glances over your form to make sure you were okay. To his surprise, you blinked back at him, face devoid of any trace of panic or worry. He leaned in a bit.

“I’m alright…you weren’t scared?” You glance at the ground for a bit, humming to yourself. 

“…Yea, kind of.”

“Kind of?” He parrots before bursting out in laughter, doubling over. You wait patiently for him to finish and he smiles at you. 

“What’s funny?” 

“You! I like you, what’s your name?” 

He’s hooked on you like a drug from then on, incredibly entertained by your presence. No one quite understands the connection, not even Draken, but they accept it nonetheless. 

He develops significant feelings pretty early on but he doesn’t really realize those feelings until his entire mood sours at the sight of some rando from Division 2 flirting with you. His brow furrows, his eyes narrow, and his jaw tightens. 

He saunters over, hands in his pockets with a dangerous smile playing on his lips, calling out the squad member’s entire name to get their attention. They glance over before standing in attention for Mikey, who grants the boy a close-eyed smile this time. 

“Beat it.”

You had never seen anyone take off so fast and you and Mikey watch until he’s out of sight. He turns to you with one of his genuine smiles, excited again but you raise a brow. 

“Is something wrong, Mikey? You feeling okay?”

“I am now.” He grabs you hand and tugs gently, grin widening at your blushing face, “C’mon, let’s go get ice cream!” 

“Isn’t it still Winter?”

“I don’t see your point, (Name).” 

Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji 

Does he think it’s weird? Maybe a little.

Does it stop him from being a gentleman? Absolutely not. 

He met you in Primary School. You were drawing food in the sand with a stick and what he assumed was a bored expression. He had nothing better to do honestly, so he approached you, hand on his hip. 

“Hey.” You looked up, blinking with a nod.

“Hey.” You kept eye contact for moment longer then returned your gaze to the ground. His sweat-dropped.

“Uh…what are you doing?” he tried again.

“Drawing eggs to go with the bacon.”

“Uh-huh…” Another moment went by. “Are you lonely or something?” You shook your head immediately.

“No. I don’t really get lonely a lot. I actually prefer it like this...” You paused, “You’re okay though.” 

“Um-,” he found himself blushing a bit, “Thanks, I guess?” 

And you were friends from then on. 

You had many girls try and fail to bully you throughout the years he noticed, but you never really responded how they expected, ultimately scaring them off. It was kind of impressive honestly, he’d never seen someone get scared off by well…complete disregard. Well, that some stupid rumor that you were some kind of witch. 

He’d gotten to know you pretty well though, noticing the subtle changes in your nearly absent mood gradually over the years. He inserted the quarter into the machine, grabbing a Strawberry milk for himself and your signature coffee. Making his way over to the bench, he handed you the beverage before flopping back into his seat beside you, arms slung over the back of it as he peered at you fidgeting fingers.

“Tell me what’s bugging you, (Name). Doesn’t do you any good to hide it, you know that.” 

You gripped your drink tighter, eyes burning and threatening to spill fresh tears. 

How did he always know?

Takashi Mitsuya 

Knows you have a hard time not only expressing your emotions but feeling them in what society feels is a “normal capacity” – and couldn’t give a shit about what everyone else had to say about it. You were his dear friend, more than that honestly, but he hadn’t exactly gotten around to confessing-

He’d be lying if he said his nerves didn’t play a part, but he wasn’t scared really. More like…he didn’t want to ruin the dynamic if you didn’t feel the same way. He’d be there for you regardless but the last thing he wanted to do was scare you off or make things awkward. 

It didn’t exactly help that you were in the same class as him, just a few seats away.

You had gotten acquainted through cleaning duty of all things, him being placed on it for being tardy, you being placed on duty because you’d forgotten you homework assignment at home. It was a weeklong punishment but honestly, he wished it had been longer. 

“Kinda sucks we got this gig, huh?” he started with a smile, you blinked over with a shrug.

“Not really. I kind of like cleaning.” He glances back a forth from the desk to your face. You almost sounded sarcastic but he had a feeling you meant what you said, that the tone he registered was just your normal speaking voice.

“Oh yeah? There a reason for that?” He attempted to gauge your reaction to him making conversation and as far as he could tell, you didn’t seem to mind. You nodded.

“My family… isn’t home very often. Doesn’t take that long to do homework, so…I cook and clean a lot. Reading is fun too. Like an escape...” He stopped his movements completely and gave you a sincere look.

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head this time.

“No, it’s alright. I know you didn’t mean to offend. It’s just life, ya know?” You granted him a rare, soft smile - the first one he’d seen from you all semester. Honestly it made his heart skip a beat just to see it, determined from then on to try and make you smile more often. And he’d done a pretty decent job of that he thought.

Sighing, gathering his courage and his keys, he made his way out the front door. He gripped his phone in his pocket before slipping it out and dialing.

“Hey (Name), you busy? I know it’s getting late but would you mind meeting me outside your apartment building? There’s…something I feel you should know.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #mikey headcanon #mikey x reader #manjiro x y/n #sano manjiro #draken x reader #ken ryuguji #Up for interpretation but Draken’s is more angst cause name totally knows about his feelings for Emma- #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #pics not mine

[famemonsterrr]

Astrology observations part 13;

Pliz don’t copy my work and pliz don’t get offended if you can’t relate with my blog because they are my opinions and what I have seen around me

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; I have noticed when you and ur partner have 8th house placements you tend to be really obsessed with each other even if you have broke up u probably can’t move on that easily. ✩

For example if you have Venus in the 8th house and your partner has mars in the 8th house or if you both have more than one of 8th house placements. This is could be a blessing or a curse ✩ I have seen this happening multiple times

; speaking of houses and couples/friends ✩ if you have the same houses then it means you have the same energy and understand each other really well ✩

; I don’t know it is me and all of my friends but libra moon are the most talkative out of the air signs ✩ They never stop communicating and sharing everything with their loved one✩ also they tend to overshare a lot ✩

; Virgo women are soo talented in everything without trying hard ✩ Let’s just say they are naturally talented but also they love to be perfect ✩

; air and fire signs can’t stay calm under serious situations ✩ water and earth signs are the ones who can deal with everything and stay strong no matter what ✩

; I know it’s overrated to say but never trust a men that is a Gemini or have Gemini placements ✩ from my personal experiences all the Gemini I had interactions or flirted with they end up being so psychotic ✩

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; maybe it’s a mutable thing but I have noticed that Gemini, Pisces, Virgo and Sagittarius tend to have a hobby and then leave it for no reason and after few months they remember it again and get addicted ✩

Speaking of mutable signs I have to mention how funny it is that they try something new and they fail so badly. I’m a Pisces and I love cooking but the amount of times I have failed and burned food…on the other hand my bestie who is cancer she can do everything without trying hard.

; I know a lot will disagree with me but Aquarius placements either they will love astrology or they will say it’s stupid and they don’t believe it ✩

; you might not agree but the most dark and deepest out of all the zodiac signs is Scorpio ✩ They just are- and I remember once I asked a friend of mine who has Scorpio placements "what colour matches with the feeling of love?" and he answered "black because love is consuming and deep" ✩

; we all know that libra, Gemini and Aries are the most indecisive creatures but y’all forgot about Pisces ✩ THEY CANT decide anything ever ✩

; in my head libra and Pisces relationship is like Pam and Jim from the office ✩

; also two Pisces being in relationship reminds me of Ken and barbie from life in the dream house ✩ ironically both of them are Pisces indeed ✩

; 8th house and Scorpio placements tend to change friends every 2 years and that happens because themselves their are changing and so does the people who surround them ✩ These placements are about rebirth and involving ✩

; Gemini and Pisces are the signs who can’t end a show or movie ✩ like my mom she can’t watch a movie ✩ 3 minutes in and she has stopped watching it already ✩

; Leo , Capricorn and Virgo they look they have their shit together because they look so organised and "perfect" but they aren’t at all ✩ most the times are a mess but they know how to hide it better than the rest ✩ Leo with their confidence, Virgo with their clean and organised space and Capricorn with their decisive character ✩ I know u losing ur mind babes xoxo ✩

; water rising have the most beautiful eyes ever they look like they sparkling ✨

That’s all 💙

Thank you for reading so far and liking my blog ✩ I’m really grateful ✩ plz take into consideration that I’m not a professional astrologer and neither a Native American so I try my best to not make mistakes ✩ stay hydrated and health in these summer days ✩ send you love and light for y’all

Also here is my master-list if you are interested 💙

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[vixensbrainrotts]

Healing slowly — Manjiro <Mikey> Sano

Content: undefined fluff

Warnings: none

Vixen‘s two cents: This has been on my mind for a while now. If you enjoy my content, don’t be afraid to let me know and remember that my requests are open if you have an idea (im having a little bit of writers block atm).

Draken has noticed that Mikey has gotten so much better ever since you came around, how much livelier he looks and sounds and how much less he feels he has to visit to make sure Mikey’s alive. Because he has you now, and Draken knows that it’s time for him to take a step back from Mikey and let him learn to love you right.

Draken has started noticing it a while ago. How much brighter Mikey‘s skin looked, how much more genuinely he smiled, how much more enthusiastic he was about most of anything, really, hell, he even smelled better now! It took him by genuine surprise when Mikey started mentioning you, speaking shyly of how the two of you met and how Mikey seems a bit fonder of you than most. Ken thought it was just a temporary crush, nothing too important, nothing too major.

How wrong he was though, seeing that it came to the point that Mikey would come late to his own gang meetings, spend his monthly allowance on things like chocolates, flowers, cards and trinkets to gift you. It was the way that Mikey seemed to suddenly care for his appearance, ditching the overgrown hair and opting for something a little shorter, more wolffish (you mentioned you liked the cut once upon a time, he remembered). It was the way that he would care that his clothes weren’t creased, that his shoes weren’t stained, that his face was in-tact and all such casualties. It’s the way that Mikey started polishing his bike even more obsessively than before, nearly burning a hole into the rag he used with how vigorously he was rubbing it.

The first time Ken met you, he was in disbelief. Mikey, Majiro Sano, that fucking dumbass bagged YOU? How. There was no way. The disbelief led to many a questions about payment and bribery, even considering intimation and threats to be the base of your relationship. But once he talked to you, got to know you, Ken fully understood. You cared for Manjiro, made sure he was on top of his tasks, made sure that he was more aware of his own needs and fulfilled those too. Mikey cared for you too, encouraged you to take breaks, to be aware of your surroundings and making you losen up a little sometimes, making your day-to-day life just a little more exiting.

You two together were like birds of a feather. A perfectly balanced scale, your relationship was tangent to perfection. This unexpected but wonderful revelation allowed Draken to spend some of his new-found free time alone. Completely alone, nobody bothering him type of alone. There was nothing in his way, no second opinion of what he wanted to do, no nagging about the weather, and no plunderingwallet for snacks and othersuch trivial things.

Draken, whilst astounded by your dynamic, was still a little skeptic. Sure you’ve stuck with Mikey for a bit now, but how would you handle the real struggles? Mikey was a piece of work, a real lot of effort, Draken had the first hand experience to back it up. Surely you would be scared off, surely you’d try your best but eventually fall flat at the overwhelming, almost overbearing nature that Mikey surrounded occasionally. But just like in terms of the first impression, Ken was wrong. You stuck with Manjiro through the depressive episodes, through the bursts of aggression, through the phases of silent treatment, and even when he pushed you away completely, claiming that he couldn’t handle being in a relationship anymore.

Whilst the two of you had rough patches, you never broke. You bother were dedicated to each other and resilient to your relationship. It was complete mutualism with you two, no amount of strain could break the bond you two built. Ken found himself admiring your relationship, silently thankful of the security that you gave one another, and of the transformation Manjiro had gone through. He was capable of his own now. Not that he wasn’t before you, but you had encouraged him to target his weaker spots, foddering growth and comprehension of mind, emotions and expression of such.

Ken was eternally thankful of you, and has recognized that he was no longer a vital part of Mikey’s survival. Manjiro had you now.

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

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I loved Greta Gerwig's Barbie world. It had a lot of on the nose humor but beneath it was a lot of existential thought. So I wanted to explore that more haha

Also the most Barbie era move is to write fan fiction or make our own stories from the movie. Cause I remember building off The Swan lake and three musketeers when I had Barbies 🤣

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You were running late, only because your oven gave up on the first batch of cookies to burn it to a crisp. It had never happened before and all these weird happenings didn’t feel like coincidence anymore. And that gnawing pit in your chest plummeted as you saw Ken. Standing in front of the dream house, leaning in to kiss Barbie.

The party music faded and you held tight to your tray as this new feeling washed over you. Not jealousy. Not anger. But a feeling that reminded you that even in this perfect world, you were never understood.

You felt like the only doll in the world.

But Barbie walked away into the house leaving him to pine after her. This was beginning to become unbearable, a contention between the very core of your being. You had your routine, you had your accolades, you had a purpose and yet it all felt a little lonely.

That was it.

Lonely.

How could a Barbie feel lonely in Barbie land?

As he swung his feet in a gleeful turn his eyes caught yours and all you wanted to do was hide.

“Oh hey!”, he waved as he jogged up to you.

“Do you need help with your bags?”, he asked and your cheeks began to feel warm again. Always so kind, he did it with such ease that it made you wonder if he had ever felt angry once.

“You just want to sneak into the dream house.”, you gave him a smile as you continued to walk. Trying to play off your nerves. You couldn't understand it, you had never been nervous before.

“Maybe.”, he drawled as he matched your stride.

The moon was high in the sky and the stars seemed rather stale but his eyes made up for it. They shimmered as he looked into the house that was lit up with activity, some how watching him made you question if he ever felt left out.

“Do you want to take a stroll by the beach?”, you asked him before you could realize what you had done.

“What?”, he turned to you, a confused expression on his face.

It struck you, Barbie’s never skip girl night and here you wanted to.

“No I asked if you would like a cookie?”, you changed it and that smile was restored on his face as he agreed.

Caramel sea salt butter cookies were his favorite and you watched as he bit into it, humming with delight as he remarked how good they were. His eyes turning distant as he searched for Barbie once again.

“Do you ever wonder if she loves me?”, he asked and your eyes went wide. That wasn’t a very ‘Ken’ like question to ask. All of them never questioned anything. But before you could lie to reassure him, he pulled himself together. That smile slapping back into place as he shrugged it off as though nothing had happened.

He thanked you for your time and turned to walk away into the night, taking with him the only warmth you felt in this pink world.

*

There was only one solution to your conundrum. To visit weird barbie. Based on your diagnosis, you were malfunctioning. Your bakery store remained closed because you felt unmotivated or inspired. You were always inspired and when you didn’t feel like it, a visit to the beach was all you needed to fix everything.

But now it felt like there was no solution you could attempt to fix whatever it was you were feeling. You braved yourself, to search for answers that could stop this pain in your chest. So off you went, to the one place every Barbie dreaded to go.

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[macsimagines]

izana, draken and kazutora reacting to their s/o getting their name tattooed on them 🥹🫶

I love branding so much and tattooing falls into that category like being marked for life for your man is just soooo *chefs kiss*

TW: MINORS DNI, YANDERE BEHAVIOR, NSFW, MARKING

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

Made you do it. And that's putting it lightly, he basically told you to get ready and took you to the artist without telling you where you were going or what you were doing.

And then this asshole expected you to feel blessed for your "Present", which you of course said thank you, because anything else would've invoked his wrath.

He has hit placed right where your heart is surrounded by small roses to; "Represent your undying love, Y/N~" and honestly that look in his eyes, the one where he's getting what he wants and there is no saying no, keeps you from ever complaining.

But when the needle touches your skin and that stinging burn starts to hit Izana... gets gentle. Sweet even. Brushing your hair from your face, delicate soothing touches here and there. Kind words you'd never thought you'd hear.

"Good girl, so proud of you. You're so good for me, and you're so beautiful like this. I love you~"

When it's finally done, and you're caught between feeling pain in your chest and high off his tender words, Izana shocks you again. You think its over but no. He's taking off his shirt next and laying down where you just were. "Alright, princess, ready to watch him do me?"

Yandere!Ken Ryuguji

He likes it. A lot. You got is name on your shoulder, right on the spot that he likes to kiss at night when he gets into bed with you or when he pulls you in from behind for a hug.

Runs his finger over the skin surrounding it, because he knows not to touch it yet, and has to resist the urge to kiss it. Best believe that when it heals his lips are going to be all over it.

Honestly did bend you over that night staring at the letters while he pounded into you. "Fuuuuck baby, tell me who owns it, who's pussy is this?" and he really didn't need to hear you moan out his name because he was staring right at it, but he sure did love to hear the way you cried it out.

Probably starts letting you wear more revealing clothes, because anyone with eyes can see you're clearly taken. Uses it as an excuse to start some shit whenever someone gets flirty.

"Hey motherfucker can't you read? My names already on her."

Really starts thinking about marriage after that because he can't stand the idea that his name isn't on you in every way,

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

Got his before you got yours, probably before you even knew who he was. It was right on his collar bone and when you first saw it, a few months into dating, you had been awestruck.

"I'm all yours' baby, I just needed everyone else to know," and honestly he is content with it. He wants to be owned and loved by you so bad that he's willing to go this far...

Loves it when you kiss or touch the inked skin, he swears the spot has become so sensitive ever since. Does like to wear lower cut shirts to show it off, really likes the idea of being owned by you.

Never expected you to get one too. His initials right on your perfect hip. He's dropping to his as soon as you show him kissing your navel all the way down to your panties.

"Such a sweet girl, my baby, all mine," he'll chant in between mouthing at the wet spot forming in your underwear. Probably eats you out for hours as a thank you.

Gets hard every time he sees it. Loves it more than anything and now when you two are together he always has a hand on your hip right where your name is.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere draken #yandere ken ryuguji #yandere kazutora hanemiya

[love-me-satoru]

The Bet.

a/n:Okay so i finally finished it. i feel like its a lot. this is also based on this thought i had a few days ago. also this was a little hard for me since this was my first throuple so yeah. thank you!

Gojo x Nanami x Reader 🫶

You’ve been dating your boyfriends for over a year now. you love them both equally but they still fight over one little thing who can make you cum first. they may have made a little friendly bet on who could make you cum first with only their fingers. And these men. Have some big ass hands.

Nanami’s fngers are girthy. the stretch of just one finger is almost unbearable two can make you scream. Gojo’s fingers are long. They reach all the spots you can’t. his fingers can almost fuck up your cervix. you literally love both of them but when they get this way it’s just a lot.

You came home after a stressful day at work seeing Gojo in the kitchen making him something to drink he notices you

“Hey baby, how was work?”

“could of been better.”

as you’re explaining your day Gojo walks around you to hug you from behind softly leaving kisses on your neck.

“Toru.. what are you doing.?”

“you seem a little stressed baby. lemme help you.”

he’s still kissing you. hands roaming your body.

“you’re so good for me baby.”

Gojo guides you to the couch slowly sliping off your clothes leaving you in just your parties and bra. When your other boyfriend walks through the front door. you didn’t notice he came home until Gojo said something.

“Hey Ken Wanna help our girl. She had a stessful day today”

your eyes wided face red slightly embrassed.

Gojo is still kissing your neck leaving soft bruises when Nanami is slowly walking towards you both taking his tie off. Gojo sits down and guides you to straddle his lap as he continues his assault on your neck while Nanami is just watching.

“you should share satoru..”

moaning gojo’s name you look over to nanami staring at him lust burning in your eyes

“Play with me ken..”

that was enough for him to pull you from gojo’s lap to his own and pulls you into a heated make out session Gojo just staring in shock.

“didn’t take you to be a greedy man Kento”

“shut up Satoru”

Nanami pulls off your bra and discards it on the floor with his big hands he cups your breasts softly massaging them trying to make you more vocal.

“what do you want me to do baby?”

“Anything please.. Ken”

Nanami gives Gojo a smug look and smirks

“Turn around for me baby.”

he helps you turn around and settle you with your back flushed against his chest. Feet settling on his knees. spread open for both of them.Gojo places himself between you pulling off your panties discarding it with your bra to reveal that your were soaking.

Gojo licked his lips ready to devour you but held back this once.

“So baby.. before we do anything we have something to tell you. Me and ken have been talking and we wanna try something.”

you stare at him with confused look. “okay..?” your voice wavering.

“Don’t worry Love everything is going to be fine.”

Nanami is kissing your neck again as you relax against him.

“Okay.. just stop teasing me please..”

Gojo wasted no time running his hands up your legs running kisses up your legs and stops when he gets close to your cunt.

whining “Satoru please..”

“Don’t worry sweet girl imma take care of you.”

He runs his fingers through your folds pulling soft moans from you. he taps your clit a couple times. for you to twitch

“So reactive..”

“is sensitive.. satoru”

He slowly inserts one finger inside you and slowly pumps in and out of you.

“holy shit baby.. she’s sucking me in.”

he puts another finger in slowly scissoring your cunt open

“toru.. more please”

“Come on Satoru. She’s asking nicely.”

“What Kento, Can you do better?”

Gojo pulls his fingers out as you whine and pout. When Nanami’s hand goes directly towards your pussy and he roughly shoves two fingers into your soaking cunt.

“Kento!” you moan against his chest. unintentionally clenching around his fingers.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“Satoru. Shut Up. She needed more and you weren’t giving it so i did.”

as he continues to roughly fuck you with his fingers Gojo is sitting there with a pout. You’re starting to squirm moaning nanami’s name over and over again.

“gonna cum.. Ken”

Nanami’s smirking at Gojo

Gojo decided at the last minute that if He was going to play dirty. He can too. He pulls out his fingers and quickly shoved three of his own fingers in pumping at an ungodly speed.

“Oh my God! Satoru! I’m cumming!!” as you squirt all over Gojo’s fingers

nanami stares in disbelief

“I can’t believe you did that Gojo”

“Damn using my last name. but I just did what you did Nanami, I gave out girl what she wanted” Gojo said with a smile.

you were confused but you didn’t care You were in complete bliss. Resting completely against Nanami’s chest slumping down.

“i love you both so much”

“We love you too princess” they say simultaneously.

a/n: Please please please let me know how i did. i don’t mind criticism i feel like i need it thank you! 💙

alsooo thank you for the support! 💜

#jujutsu kaisen #dividers by benkeibear #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujustu gojo #nanami x you #kento nanami #satoru gojo smut #gojo x nanami x reader #nanami x gojo x y/n #nanamin #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo satoru smut #kento x y/n #kento smut #jujustu kaisen #jjk nanami #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #gojou satoru x reader

[aresthelostboy]

Hello! I heard you do requests and I have just the request for you, my friend! *Clears throat* Male Reader x the Rob Zombie version of Michael Myers. I have a HUGE crush on that guy like he is so hot! The prompt can be that they were both childhood friends that had feelings for each other when they were younger and years later when they are grown up, still have feelings for each other. Everything else is up to you. Anyways thank you and have a lovely day! :)

Ooh yay! Thank you for the request, I love the idea, so I’ll try my best to make it what you want! I hope you like it :) and have a lovely day too <3

RZ!Michael Myers x Male!Reader

Summary: After being introduced in the sanitarium where you had basically been raised, your interest grows over the often-masked, nearly silent boy. But, your fascination comes to a close when he escaped (you soon following suit) and you can’t seem to find him. Years pass and, after moving to Haddonfield, things seem to be weird… and why are they talking about Michael?

Wandering around the facility has become a pastime to you. The doctors don’t class you as enough of a risk to be put under constant surveillance so they let you roam free as you please, watching as patients slowly go crazy with their own thoughts. Boredom is rampant though, something you couldn’t help. That is, until he came.

You aren’t shy about death, you couldn’t be in such a situation without having a strong stomach for such an issue. So, when you hear wind of a killer, just a boy around your age, you can’t help but go find out for yourself. After a few minutes of wandering you come to the previously empty cell, now with a boy sat inside. As soon as his shining blue eyes meet yours, you know you’ll be close…

After a good few years, enough for you to be coming into your early and his mid twenties, you notice that your feelings for Michael (you’d found his name out after a lot of pestering that fateful day) had changed. That what being close constantly did, making you fall deeper and deeper into the hole that is affection.

The blonde hair is no longer synonymous with a Ken doll, as the nurses had previously gifted you (they foolishly believed it would keep you as a manly man, giving you Ken instead of Barbie), no. The colour was now only knows as that of Michaels hair, something you grew to appreciate dearly. Hair that he’d let you comb through on your worse days. He was a kind man, in ways that the others can’t see… no, in a way that they won’t see. And his eyes, how you could stare into the pools of blue, with hidden mysteries and intimacy, for as long as he’d let you… that is, until you get the news that you’ve been released.

Your heart sinks at the news, DR. Loomis explaining to you in a gentle tone that you cannot come back or be within driving distance of the sanitarium.

“It would be bad for you… and for Michael.”

You knew it. It was all because of Michael, you’re too close to him. You’ve done this to yourself… so you run.

Heart pounding in your chest, your feet slap against the linoleum flooring as you race to Michaels room, flinging the door open and yourself into his arms. He catches you with ease, pulling you to him. With frantic words, you whisper to him, urgency and worry lacing your voice.

“They’re making me leave. Come find me. Haddonfield. I won’t forget you,”

Feeling him freeze under your grasp, you know the orderlies are behind you, confirming as they wrap their arms around you. “so don’t forget me. Find me Michael… please.”

After a moment of sullen staring, he turns, the lack of reaction only fuelling your growing concern. You call his name again, wishing for him to know that this isn’t your choice. That you’d be with him forever, if it was. No, all you can do is hope that he’ll come to find you, so you truly can be together.

A year passes, then another and you lose hope of ever seeing the man who had your heart ever again. Tears burn at your eyes as you walk in the streets, greeting you as they remain unaware of who you are. Or at least, who you were. Your heart yearns to brush through his hair again, watch as he makes his masks during downtime, even to just stare into his gorgeous souls one last time. Right now, you’d take anything.

“Yeah, the boogeyman is back and someone’s died already…”

A hushed whisper catches your interest, the use of one of Michaels many aliases making you perk up slightly. Across from you, two men talk of a death, close to Haddonfield and your heart can’t help but stutter in hope as your wish for him may finally come true

The house is dark but your eyes have long since adjusted to the shuttered windows and beams of moonlight being cast through them. You know that if he’s back, he would come here, to be with you once more. Heart pounding, much like the day of your release, you can’t help but feel both excited and fearful.

You may have him back…

but will he want you?

A floorboard creaks behind you and, at breakneck speed, you whip around to find a man. At no less than 6’9, he’s imposing and a figure that most would be intimidated by. But you know him, have known him since you were both tongue. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you watch him carefully, noticing all the ways he’s changed.

“Michael… you came.”

A single nod is all it takes for you to become at parallel with those years ago and you fling yourself into his arms. It’s almost as if he’s a boa constrictor, the way he wraps himself around you. It’s comforting, a feeling you had long since forgotten. His head rests on top of yours, arms encircling your body as you cling to him, desperation filtering through into the embrace. After a few minutes, you pull away, looking up at him.

“I missed you… every day for 845 of them. I- I thought you’d forgotten me. Thank you for coming back, thank you.”

His head tilts, watching you in turn before finding yourself back in his arms, completely at ease with yourself. If you could feel him trembling slightly, you’re sure it’s just your imagination.

Though you had to leave Haddonfield (dating it’s known killer isn’t best for publicity), you can’t be happier with your life. You’d found another town, somewhere quiet and stable, somewhere that you can live with Michael in peace…

*slam*

Well, almost peace. The door of the wooden house slams open and shut, Michael soon shuffling into the room and directing his attention to you, bringing you close to him once more. Though many say the killer has no feelings, you can’t help but reject that, he just needs to trust first. And he trusts you. Opening his palm to you, Michael gestures for you to take what he’s holding. A (preferred colour) mens wedding band lays there and your eyes shine as you glance to him.

“Michael… this is gorgeous.”

Your voice is breathless, an deep awe detailing just how flustered but pleased you truly feel. His other hand comes out, showing off a matching black band around his finger.

“Oh. Oh Michael… I do.”

Turning in his arms, you raise the mask for your lips to meet his. He presses into you, albeit lightly, and makes sure to keep you close.

Hell, maybe you’d be forgiven if you went back to Haddonfield after dating it’s killer, but you sure as shit can’t go back now. And who’s to say where the rumours started, it may or may not have been you. After all, who wouldn’t be proud of who you are and what you had accomplished? What is the rumour? Well…

Its the rumour of the Boogeyman’s husband.

#michael myers #rz!michael myers #rz michael myers #halloween #rz halloween #rob zombie #x male reader #x reader #reader #male!reader #male reader #reader insert

[lou-struck]

Burned

Kenma Kozume x reader

~Kenma is not an outdoorsy guy for a number of reasons. One of which being how easily he fries in the sun. 

WC:1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of brutal sunburns and the pain the comes from them. reader helps Kenma, but it hurts a bit.

~This is one of the requested prompts for my Summertime Fun Event. Feel free to check it out. 

Your once-peaceful summer afternoon ended the moment Kenma trudged through the door after his usual lunch date with Kuroo. Right away, you notice three things, 

One, he is drenched in sweat. 

Two, he looks utterly exhausted.

And Three: His usually pale skin glows bright red with the angriest of sunburns. 

“Ken, what happened to you?” you ask, and he steps into the cold air of your hallway. “I thought you guys were just going to lunch.”

Unfathomable misery is related in his eyes as he moves at a snail’s pace. “Me too, but someone thought it would be a good idea to sign us up for a sand volleyball league and not tell me.” 

You were playing volleyball in this heat?” you ask with wide eyes. “You look so burnt.”

“Because I am so burnt,” he mumbles shakliy, reaching out a hand for you to take. Every movement must be agonizing to him right now. “Tetsuro didn’t have any sunscreen either. Ughh, I wanna just curl up in a ball and die.”

“At least you don’t have any sand on you,” you add sympathetically as you help him to the couch. 

“I got to wash some of the sand off at the beach, but it hurt a lot,” he replies, looking down at his sweat-soaked t-shirt. “Can you help me take this off?”

You notice the red skin that evenly covers his skin, and your stomach sinks. “Oh Kenma, don’t tell me you played with it off?” you ask tentatively, only imagining the angry burn that hides beneath the threads. 

He only nods as you try to peel the shirt off of him as painlessly as possible. The key word in that last sentence being try, because even the slightest shift of the garment has him hissing and flinching away from the painful sensation of movement against his skin. 

“Owwww,” He winces as the fabric leaves his skin, exposing it to the cool air-conditioned air. His poor back, chest, and arms glow a deep fire engine red color that is angry to the touch.

“Try not to move too much; I know it hurts,” you murmur, giving his hand a little squeeze; strangely enough, it is one of the few parts of him that is not burnt. “I’ll get you some water; you’re probably dehydrated.”

“Definitely dehydrated,” he replies back, lips quirking up into a thin smile as he gingerly shifts to lay down on the leather couch and presses his face into one of the decorative pillows that adorn it. 

He whines in pain again, but as you are walking away, you hear him, Half-mumbling, half-whining something akin to a thank you.

As you walk to the fridge, you can’t help but pity the man. Kenma has never been an outdoorsy person; he burns too easily in the sun and is always prone to some kind of nature-based misfortune. Last week was a nasty number of mosquito bites, and this week has to be the burn.

Your water pitcher rests in the fridge door. Wasting no time when pouring him an ice-cold glass.

With the glass in one hand, you stop yourself from putting the pitcher back into the fridge and take it with you. 

You read somewhere that proper hydration is one of the key factors in healing a sunburn. So you’ll make him down a few glasses right away.

You come back into the living room, noting the contrast between the light gray of the couch and Kenma’s glowing back. “I brought you some water, Ken Ken,” you say, watching as Kenma struggles to readjust his position on the couch. 

“Thank you,” he breathes, taking the glass from your hand and downing it in a second; he drinks desperately as the droplets drip down his chin and onto the carpeted floor beneath him. M’ sorry, I can clean that up later.” he gasps, reaching for the pitcher to fill it up again.

“Don’t worry, it’s only water.” you say, “We gotta take care of this burn, Ken, is Kuroo burnt too?”

A look of annoyance flashes in his catlike eyes. “Not a bit. It is so unfair. Why did I only burn? He looked completely fine while I’m a freaking lobster.”

“But you’re my lobster,” you say, giving him a lopsided smile. Absent-mindedly, you reach over to rub a few soothing circles on his skin, just as you have done for him a thousand times before. 

Usually, the innocent little touch helps him relax, but today, when you touch his skin, you find it hot to the touch. He flinches and yelps.

“I am so sorry, it was a habit.” you apologize quickly. 

“It’s not your fault,” he responds, looking at you with a softness in his eyes. “It’s the sun’s; if the sun wasn’t out today, it wouldn’t have been hot, and I wouldn’t have gotten burned. Why does the sun have to be so hot anyways? Its annoying.” He takes a breath from his anti-sun tirade as you quickly duck out of the room and head back to the fridge where you have been keeping your aloe vera after sun lotion so it stays cold when you apply it. 

“Okay, Ken, this may hurt a bit, but I promise it will make you feel better,” you say, walking over to the front of the couch and sitting on the edge of the cushion. He only groans, and you see his fingers dig into the cushion as he braces for the pain. 

You squeeze a generous amount of lotion into your hands; the cold sensation feels odd as you hover your palms over his burning skin. Your hands are shaking in apprehension. You really don’t like doing things that would hurt him, even if you are trying to do the opposite. 

“You’re hesitating,” he says from beneath you. “You aren’t going to hurt me.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “I’m the one who is supposed to be helping you, remember?”

“You are helping,” he says, his voice encouraging you to move. You take a deep breath and gingerly place your hands on his burnt skin. He squirms as the cold lotion drips onto his back and his breath hitches. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeat softly as you continue to rub the lotion onto his skin. 

 “You’re fine, I’m fine, We’re fine.” Kenma comforts in a shaky voice. “It’s feeling better, I promise.”

“If you say so,” you mumble as you continue; the last time you were not feeling your best, he did so much to make you feel comfortable. And you are paying him back with well-meaning pain. 

“Okay, that’s it. You can sit up if you’d like.” 

“It’s all rubbed in?” he asks, trying to hide his pain from you. 

“How do you feel?” you ask, pressing him and searching for a bit of reassurance. 

“Much better, thank you.” he sighs. “I think I just want to lay here for a while. Will you stay with me? You could play one of the games I got for you.”

“That sounds good; of course I will,” you smile, leaning in and kissing him on his sun-dried lips. “But next time, you really gotta wear sunscreen.”

“Next time?” he chuckles, returning the kiss, looking at you with affection in his gaze. “I’m never going outside again.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network @planetonet

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #haikyuu fluff #kenma x reader #haikyu x reader #kozume kenma x reader #x reader

[6thofapril1917]

Funny Girl

BLIND DATES FEST 2024

Introducing: Magdalena "Maggie" Zielinski (ft. Ken Lemmons) I'm so excited to be participating in @blind-dates-fest 2024! Thank you to @mercurygray for hosting. I didn't even realize this was happening until today, but I just knew I had to participate. Meet Maggie, your new favorite ground crew girl - I hope you guys love her as much as I do. Show: Masters of the Air

“And that’s how you clean a hardstand.”

Maggie whooped as she watched the fuel go up in flames. Somehow, despite hardstand cleaning being a near-daily occurrence in the ground crew’s lives, watching the oil burn off the concrete never really lost its allure.

“That’s one hot bastard!” the boy next to Lemmons yelled, voice full of a wonder entirely at odds with the profanity that spilled from his lips. Maggie burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” a small, oh-so-English voice asked.

“Nothing, Grace,” she replied, trying desperately to smother her laughter. “Now try to keep your head still for me, okay?”

For an air base, Thorpe Abbotts sure had a lot of children running around. And by god, had those kids already seen enough war to last a lifetime.

So, in between fixing engines and cleaning hardstands, she and the rest of the ground crew did their best to make sure that their childhood memories wouldn’t entirely consist of air raids and rationing.

Grace was a sweet, shy little girl with a mop of shiny brown hair and perpetually dirty knees. That afternoon, she’d scurried up to Maggie and asked her, voice barely louder than a whisper, if Maggie could please plait her hair the way she plaits hers because she thinks it’s really pretty and she’s tried to do it herself but it never looks quite right.

Maggie had obliged, obviously—how on earth could she ever say no? Besides, she was glad that at least someone on base appreciated her hairstyle. She knew her two twin braids weren’t the most fashionable hairdo on earth, but they kept the hair out of her eyes better than anything else she’d tried. Lord knew there was nothing worse than having to constantly swipe flyaways out of your face when repairing a fort.

Her hands made light work of Grace’s hair. For all that it looked wild and unkempt, it was surprisingly soft. She tied off each braid with a little piece of cord—she wished she had ribbons, but this would have to do for now.

“All done,” she said as she finished tying the last knot. “You look swell.”

Grace turned and smiled, missing teeth and all. 

“Thank you!” she cried.

“No problem, sweetheart,” Maggie replied. “I don’t got a mirror for you, but I think Helen might have one. Maybe you can convince her to give you a donut, too.”

She didn’t have to tell her twice. The girl leapt off of the stack of crates which the two were sitting on and bolted off, braids flapping in the wind.

“That was pretty damn sweet of you, Zielinski.” 

Ken Lemmons had just finished shooing the two boys off the hardstand as the fuel fire quickly petered out. 

Maggie looked up. Had any other man on base told her that, she would have assumed he was making fun of her. With Lemmons, there was never any doubt that the man was being genuine. It was just the way he was.

“Well, not all of us can teach the kids to swear and light things on fire,” she replied.

Lemmons chuckled.

“Hey, you thought it was funny, too. I’m pretty sure the whole base could hear you cackling.”

“Oh, please, I wasn’t that loud, was I?” she asked, face flushing. “Oh, who am I kidding. Getting that little Englishman to curse was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.”

Lemmons began to snicker. It was contagious. Before she knew it, Maggie was laughing to.

“C’mon,” he said, holding out a hand. “The forts’ll be back any minute. We’d better get ready.”

“Yeah,” Maggie replied, accepting his outstretched hand and hopping off the crates. “I suppose we should.”

#blind dates oc fest 2024 #masters of the air #mota #maggie zielinski #ken lemmons #ch: maggie #fic #dispatches #notes from the front

[mercurygray]

Trying NOT to be obvious and ask for something with Diana (beloved) again, so how about a new girl - Freda, with "Cloying sweetness on the back of your tongue" from the Sensory Prompts, please?

And she thought she was supposed to be the welcome wagon.

"Miss Fred, Miss Fred!" Two small boys came running up to meet her jeep, waiting at a respectful and safe distance until she'd turned the engine off and gotten her box out of the back. She was on the lunch run today, and the turkey and cheese sandwiches weren't going to keep if she left them out in the sun too long.

"Well, hey there, Adam. George. What's doing?"

"Have you got any extra doughnuts today, Miss Fred?"

Fred shrugged theatrically, setting the heavy box-tray down at her feet. "'Fraid I don't, fellas. But I do have these cookies - er, biscuits - the mess hall just finished making. I was bringing them for Ken and the crew but I might have a couple extra. How do you feel about chocolate chips?"

You could have knocked the boys over with a feather. "Chocolate CHIPS?? You make biscuits with chips in 'em, Miss Fred?"

"How do you get the chips to taste like chocolate? I think my mum needs that."

Fred cycled through a a moment of brief confusion until she realized the mistake. Chips…crisps…fries…oh.

"What, you fellas ain't ever had chocolate chips before?" Ken asked, coming out from underneath the engine with a grin on his face. "You're missing out. Are those all for me, Miss Fred?"

Freda passed over the container to Ken, who made a big show of opening it and investigating what was inside while the two boys looked on, still absolutely sold on the idea of cookies that somehow managed to have fried potato inside.

"Maybe if you're real nice to Mr Lemmons he'll share," Fred suggested, holding in a smile.

"Naw, I don't think so," Ken said, hamming along for the sake of the joke. "I think me and Wink and the boys are gonna eat 'em all ourselves."

"Yep," Wink said, nodding very seriously. "Takes a lot of cookies to keep one of these things flying, you know."

Ken made a noise and suddenly drew his hand out of the box like he'd been burned. "Oh, darn. Would you look at that. This one's broken. Definitely can't eat that now, Wink, it's spoiled."

Up went the waiting hands, the two boys practically bouncing in place. "We want it! We want it!"

"Are you sure?" Lemmons looked the both of them over with a skeptical look. "Eating broken cookies can be dangerous."

"We love danger!" George said, loud enough for the both of them.

"Well, all right," Ken said, like he thought he might regret this, carefully picking up the broken cookie like he was handling broken glass and gently depositing it into Adam's outstretched hands. "Looks like this one's broke, too, George. 'Fraid you're gonna need to take both."

Both boys bit down hard, chewing carefully to investigate. Adam frowned. "Why, this is just bits of chocolate."

"Well, that's what Miss Fred said, isn't it?" Lemmons replied, clearly enjoying himself. "Chocolate chips?"

"Ohhhhhh." The light finally went on, and the boys giggled, still eating their cookies with glee.

"Chalk one up for American English," Fred said, watching the two boys run off through the tall grass.

"I don't care what anyone says, those are still fries where I'm from," Wink declared, pulling another half a cookie out of the box in Lemmons' hands and chowing down. "Thanks for the grub, Fred!"

"You're really good with 'em," Fred said to Lemmons, sitting down on the tarmac in the shade of the wing and watching as the rest of the crew ambled over for the sandwiches and apples, pulling handkerchiefs out of pockets to wipe off oily hands. "The kids, I mean. Some guys wouldn't take the time." How many 19 year olds would stop and play with their kid brother of ten?

"Helps, you know? Keeping it all in perspective. And I figure, if you make 'em listen here, if you really need to keep 'em out of trouble they'll listen later, too. Might even learn something." Lemmons nodded, mostly to himself. Ken Lemmons, you're a wise man and a scholar. "You eaten yet?"

She smiled and shook her head, taking the cookie he offered and biting down slowly, the chocolate cloying and sweet on the back of her tongue, still just the tiniest bit warm and gooey. Shortage of sweet things in this world at the moment. I'm glad human kindness isn't one.

--

Freda is one of my many OCs - if you liked her here, you can read more about her at her tag on my blog! More of my writing, and more OCs, are found at the mercurygraypresents tag.

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #freda torvaldsen #Ken lemmons

[sharkjana]

Hi ♡ my name is rin :) I just found your blog and was wondering if I could ask you to write a silly little thing for the angst prompt: "There's... there's so much blood..." for nanamin and a female reader pls (#>_<#) And english is also not my first or even second language so I feel you so much ×.× your english is very clean though ♡ thank you so much if you're doing this but no pressure^^ you don't have to write this ♡ thanks again and gave a great day (^.^)/

🖤"There's... there's so much blood..."🖤

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting Angst. T.T I live for it, really. The angstier the better! I hope you like what I'm going to do with this Prompt! And thank you once more for saying that my English is quite clean. I try my best and absolutely love the language. I also see we have the same tastes in men ;D But without any further ado, let's begin, hehe...

Warnings: Blood, gore and pure angst! Is there going to be a happy ending? Who knows! >:D

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Ken! I'll be home before you know it!"

You didn't. In fact, this little mission took a lot longer than anyone had ever anticipated. It was supposed to take you a week at most, maybe two. You were now nearing the end of the third week. And there was no end in sight...

Rushed footsteps echoed through the darkness of Tsushima's thick and tall forest. A small island city hidden away in the middle of the sea between the borders of South Korea and Japan. 

The moon stood as high as ever. Full and ripe and dunking everything in its tranquil approach. Casting eery and long shadows of different shapes and sizes onto the dirty soil below, as though thin and long, scarred arms were trying to burry you into their suffocating hold. Forever hanging on to a poor soul that had wandered off a little bit too far from the right path.  

But you weren't just any poor soul. No. You were (Y/N) (L/N), a damn good second grade sorcerer who was on a mission to find some rumoured, cursed tool that might relate to Sukuna, the King of Curses, in some way. In any way, really.  

But it wasn't the fact that no one really knew anything about this supposed cursed tool, what it did or where it was, that grinded at your nerves. No. It was the fact that, apparently, it seemed to be more than just important to Sukuna, seeing that it wasn't just hidden from plain sight. It was also sealed, protected and guarded by five fucked up cursed spirits.  

(The type that were far too dangerous to take on alone.)  

And you were running away from them because that was the only thing left to do.  

(Anything else wasn't an option for you anymore.)  

You tried to engage in a fight, to exorcise them one by one. Or all at once. It didn't work. They were far to strong and seemed far too smart for just some mere cursed spirits.  

(Your first mistake. Underestimation.)  

You didn't even know what that cursed tool looked like because of those fuckers hindering you from catching even the slightest of glimpses.  

(You could have called for back-up. But you lost your phone somewhere along the way. Your second mistake.) 

And so, you chose to retreat. Re-collect yourself and your thoughts, find a way to contact headquarters, waiting for further orders or ask for back-up. Hide and plan your next steps to hopefully come out of this alive and in one piece.  

That was days ago. 

You were still running. As were they. You might think that being inside such a big and vast forest, there must be at least one place where you could hide away.  

(There wasn't. The trees never stopped. The darkness never receded.)

You didn't even know how you survived until now. Your mind was scrambled into nothing more but bits and pieces. Your clothes tattered and ripped by the massive orbs of scarlet cursed energy they were throwing your way. Burning everything down in their treacherous paths of destruction.  

Were you even alive anymore? Were you dreaming? Was this even real? You didn't know. Your eyes were bloodshot. Your lungs were aching, and your limbs felt just as numb as they did hot.  

(When was the last time you saw any light? The sun never shone once after you entered this forsaken forest.)  

(Another mistake.)  

The only thing that was running through your mind was how to get the hell away from them. Those things. Those nightmarish creatures that were trying to catch you into their venomous grasps. Their manic screeches reaching the deepest parts of yourself. Your bones rattled with the sound of their laughter all the way down to your very core. 

What were you? Why were you here in the first place? What happened? Why is everything so dark?!  

(It was as if you were running around in circles. Never ending. Lost and never to be found.)  

But wasn't someone waiting for you to come back? Wasn't there at least someone looking for you? Were you really all alone? Wasn't there-  

"Promise me you will come back to me, (Y/N)."  

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Ken! I'll be home before you know it!"  

It was those words, the memory of them leaving your lips, an exchange of worry and love for one another that made you falter in your steps.  

(Your fourth and last mistake.)  

You tripped. The wet and soggy ground below drenched you in its dirty juices as you lay there. Everything seemed to have caught up to you at once. Breathing became difficult. Your vision turned hazy. Your limbs, numb. Your body, rigid and frozen in time.  

And as your glassy gaze met the sparkles high above, you stared. Because it was the only thing you were able to do. You couldn't move.

(But did you even want to?)  

All sound around you grew fuzzy. Blurred.  

Until there was nothing but silence.  

(Is it done now?)  

Finally, even your eyelids grew heavy.  

And all at once, there they were again. Their screeches. Their laughter. Their bloodthirsty wails of pure malice. Nearer. Far nearer than they ever were.  

(Please...)  

And finally, they fell upon you with nothing but vicious hunger that seeped through the cracks of their decaying skin.  

(T- Tasukete...) 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LiNe BrEaK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three and a half weeks. Twenty-four and a half days went by where Gojo had tried to find you, and he finally did. 

(He cursed the higher-ups the moment his brilliant, all-seeing eyes landed on you.)  

(And for once, he wished he didn’t see.) 

Thirty-five-thousand and two-hundred-eighty minutes where Nanami did nothing but worry. He didn't sleep. He couldn't eat. The only thing that he cared about was finding you. You were already gone for much longer than he had anticipated. Than anyone, really.  

Did something happen? Were you kidnapped? Were you hurt? Why didn't you call for back up? For him? Did you fight? Did you make it? Where were you? Why weren't you home yet?!  

You promised, (Y/N)! You fucking promised!  

(He stood frozen in place as Gojo tried to talk to him, stopping him from taking any further steps towards your body. But Nanami didn't listen. He couldn't. The voice of his long-time friend nothing more but some background noise.)  

The first thing that he took notice of was the soggy ground below him as he arrived by Gojo's side. Why was it wet? It didn't rain. The second thing he noticed was Gojo's rigid and pale face. Confused, Nanami let his eyes roam over the dark clearing, trying to make out anything that might have looked like you.  

"I though you said you foun-"  

It was when the wind picked up, softly, and the clouds above that concealed the night-sky made room for the rays of the moon to shine down upon them. It was when the stench of pure iron, burned flesh and scorched hair that creeped up his nose and overwhelmed his senses. It was when his eyes moved from bush to bush, from tree to tree and from branch to branch. It was when pieces of dark fabric glistened with the moon, hanging in shredded nothings beside what looked like to be-  

"Kento-" tried Gojo. 

It was when the moon had finally cleared Nanami from his confusion that it dawned on him.  

"There's- there's so much blood..." 

And you. A lot of you. Pieces of you. Broken. Burned. Ripped apart. Gaping holes that showed the unpleasant insides of your body.  

It was when the blood of the one he held dear to him the most seeped into his clothes, the moment he fell to his knees, that Nanami knew.  

You weren't coming home.  

Not this time.  

Not ever. 

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[sweaterkittensahoy]

hii!! yeah i wanted to make sure that you were accepting new prompts first and it just popped into my head after reading your latest prompt answers 😭♥️

so!! i read your crubbles drunk shenanigans fic where it ends with jack and harding which just. opened my mind. had to pause and reread and Imagine. not actually 100% sure you actually mean they had a thing going on but if you do!!!! i would like to prompt this for them:

jack and hardings unnamed Subtle Thing being very very subtle and very very unknown until the other boys clock it in like. wait. wait no what. you two??? is that—are you????? and cant even say shit about it bc its harding and for the amount of shit they give jack, they think no one deserves the man except now they find out that one person is harding?? so their brain is not catching up like at all and have no idea how to proceed.

and hey if its not a jack/harding thing i would loveeee to read more on jack trying to coral these dumbasses shoved into his hands by his number one headache.

thank you 😊♥️♥️

Okay, so I also surprised myself but I DEFINITELY meant for them to have a thing.

I'm still noodling on how exactly it all happens, so this is more headcanon than fic.

Jack doesn't often light Harding's cigars, but it's definitely something that happens. No one thinks a thing about it until someone with just the right amount of booze in their system goes, "Hey, did Jack ever light a COs smoke before?" And there's a long moment of silence as everyone thinks it over, and then there's a variety of responses: Some snickering. Some smiling. Bucky lets out a screech like a hungry bird then just collapses onto the table laughing until he cries.

Harding's friendly with everyone. From Jack all the way down. Even the ground crews feel comfortable joking with him a little. He's just that kind of warm CO. But with Jack, there's some very subtle differences. He doesn't thump Jack on the back like he does the other men. He pats lightly. His hand lingers for a moment. The jokes seem more about making Jack laugh unwillingly (Jack hates puns, but Harding's got a new one every goddamn day) than sharing a laugh like colleagues.

Neither of them ever has a hair out of place. So there's no figuring out via mussed up hair. But occasionally there's something like a rash on Jack's neck that Ken realizes one day is actually a mustache burn because he just got his own from Rosie the night before. And Ken just stands very still for a moment as he figures out literally the only person Jack might allow that close.

Crosby knows. He's the only one who ever caught them in a moment. They weren't petting or anything, but a CO does not sit on the edge of an Air Exec's desk and pour him a drink while rubbing a shoulder. Crosby doesn't try to play dumb. He knows he's bad at it. He just goes, "Well, okay. Congrats and all that. I've got weather concerns to discuss." And the thing is, Crosby is an overthinker, but he can also keep a secret like a champ. No one hears shit from him.

When the weather gets cold, there's a lot of sitting in front of the fire, just the two of them, sharing a good drink and some quiet conversation. From the outside, it doesn't look different from a hundred other friendships on base. But it is definitely more than a friendship.

Couple other bits that I really like:

Word starts circulating that Helen Harding, noted crush of half the base, isn't ACTUALLY Harding's daughter but pretending. This is true, but if it comes out it actually is, the most annoying pilots will make a move Helen would prefer to avoid. Jack and Harding are the only ones on base who know she's lying. Helen because she asked Harding if he minded, and Jack because she told him after she realized he was crushing bad but wouldn't dare try anything when the Colonel's daughter, who is nearly his same age, is right there. Jack makes sure to rip a single pilot to shreds the first time he overhears the rumor that Helen isn't the Colonel's daughter, makes sure he's seen and heard being appalled that his men would try and find a way around an obvious truth like Helen being Harding's daughter.

Harding DOES have a daughter named Helen. She's four. She lives in the States with some family or other (haven't figured that one out yet). Jack meets her after the war. She's seven and cute as a button. Her dad's career military, so she barely clocks that Jack is meant to be more than "Uncle Jack" for awhile. It's actually pretty funny when it all comes together in her little brain.

#masters of the air #jack kidd #colonel harding #hardingjack #headcanon

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hello helloo—I kinda stalked your Kenjaku posts a lil bit (I read all of them) & you just get him. They’re so fun to read

Like, I never thought I needed to go on a road trip with Kenjaku, & now I do. My eyes have been opened

With that being said, I gotta know: do you think Kenjaku would have a podcast?

HI HELLOOOOO <3333333 i’m so excited to talk to another kenny stan i’m jumping up and down with joy a bit. I LOVE YOUR ART. thank you sm for your service to kenny nation 🫂🫂🫂 AND AAAA i’m so glad my kenny stuff has your approval!!!! 😭😭 he’s such a wildcard that it’s kinda hard to characterize him sometimes pjskdb … but i Adore thinking abt him. our silly little mad scientist….. he really would be the most fun to go on a roadtrip with but 😭😭😭 it’s gonna be chaotic one way or another. more memories i guess!!!

now. for your question. he would ABSOLUTELY have a podcast you’re an actual genius???? that’s so fucking funny?????? he would do it just for the lols but he actually grows to really like it . because it gives him the opportunity to yap and yap and yap as much as he wants. his podcast has absolutely no sense of consistency tho…. one episode is just him reading a book, the next is him morbidly describing how a vivisection goes . he’s insane in the head. regularly brings guests along and they Always make it even more chaotic ? somehow ??? the episodes with mahito are always the freakiest, the ones with hanami are gibberish to any listeners, the ones with jogo always end with the pod abruptly stopping (he got mad and burned the equipment)… one time yuki joins in and it’s just them having a very intense scientific debate for five hours. same with tengen but a lot more homoerotic tension. takaba joins a couple times and makes kenny do comedy skits w him :33 etcetcetc.

basically !!! his podcast is a mess. and he loves it. i also think he’d be fairly popular bc 1) he has a gorgeous gorgeous voice 2) the chaos is entertaining!! his most loyal listeners affectionately call him ”ken-chan” <333 he hates it i think.

#I LOVEEEEE THIS CONCEPT tysm for asking 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #i love this freak… i do…….. #i would listen to his pod every week #can you imagine him reading you a book….. with that smooth honeyed voice…… occasionally commenting on it <3333 #makes a pleased little noise in the back of his throat when he finds a quote he likes :3 when he isn’t enjoying himself he does a lil sigh #sobssss he’s so cute #ty odi for indulging me i love our little freak :’3 #ask tag ✩ #kenny !! ✩ #odi !! ✩

[momo-ceros]

uncomfortable || ken ryuguji/reader

summary; a friend overstays his welcome and refuses to take a hint. draken is less patient than you are.

tags; sfw, nice guy friend ™ who cannot take no for an answer, not yet in a relationship with draken though there are mutual feelings

author’s note; is this me coping with something that happened on sunday and wishing i had a ken? absolutely. this is short, not beta’ed and more of a coping piece for me.

Uncomfortable seemed to be far too light of a word to describe your current feeling to the predicament you found yourself in. One you did not even cause yourself.

It was supposed to be a normal day. Meet up with a friend, go out get some food, get some ice cream go home. Why exactly this friend of yours was intertwining his fingers with your own and stroking the back of your hand while refusing to let go was beyond you.

You kept trying to back off but he kept following after your steps, rambling about something you did not care to properly process at the moment, the entire ordeal feeling far too unbearable.

Especially after you had opened up to him earlier; having trusted him enough to do so and leaving yourself vulnerable.

It began to dawn on you that maybe he hadn’t really cared about that. Or anything you had said for that matter. But that wasn’t really your fault was it? You had treated him like any other friend. Hell, he knew how you treated your friends as you had a few in common. The way he had waited to make his move until you felt vulnerable; like a snake getting ready to strike made you feel weirdly vulnerable.

Your hand burned as you tried to politely separate yourself from him but he either did not seem to get the hint or care.

“So what do you think, next week again?”, he asked, far too close to your face for your taste.

“Yeah I really don’t think so buddy”, you half joked, trying to remain firm and stand your ground, “I think you’re messing some stuff up here.”

The vice grip of his hand sure would leave marks and remind you tomorrow. The alarming thought that you had chosen a longer path home through the forest with not a lot of people around was enough to let goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

You could see annoyance flash through his eyes as if he had been entitled to give him the attention he so desperately craved, but before he could answer, his gaze focused on something behind you as he paled, letting go of your hand and taking a few steps back.

The looming shadow behind you should have made you tense up but the broad palm that wrapped comfortingly around your shoulder made you relax instantly. Inwardly, you were thanking any god ever for the existence of Ken Ryūguji.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, Ken growled out, an angry expression etching across his face. You could hear his voice rumbling in his chest pressed against the back of your head combined with his pounding heartbeat. Draken was furious. There was no doubt about that.

Suddenly, the guy who you weren’t even sure you wanted to call a friend anymore wasn’t as bold. He cowered in fear of Draken’s scowl as he raised his hands defensively.

You knew if you didn’t do anything, Ken would beat this pitiful excuse of a man up. Not that you wouldn’t welcome it but it was getting hard to breathe and you just wanted to leave the situation. So tentatively, you curled your left palm around Draken’s hand, getting his attention. He understood immediately, leading you back towards the path home, ensuring that he was between the guy and you while you passed him.

Jesus fuck you hated entitled people. Assholes just like him. People who saw you more so as a tool to brighten their own boring life as if you existed solely to feed their fevered imaginations; as if they were some sophisticated broodingly soulful young men who required you to teach them about life and adventure. As if you were barely a person alone and definitely not someone deserving of the same complexity as they thought themselves they had.

“Are you holding up okay?” Ken asked carefully, having finally arrived at his motorcycle. You don’t think you had ever seen him park it so carelessly.

“I- I think so”, you had no idea. Probably not though and your brain was putting up a strong front as you rubbed your burning hand.

Ken stroked your hair for a moment, offering you one of his hands as a distraction while he readied his bike, his fist unfurled, letting you do whatever you wanted.

“Want me to give you a drive home?” Ken suggested, holding out the helmet he carried for you. On it was a hello kitty sticker you had put on there a couple of years ago all worm off.

Home. Bed. A hot shower. That sounded nice. Home. 2 blocks away from that creeps apartment. That thought alone made you shudder as any nice thought evaporated from your body.

“I am going to sleep over at your place”, you decided, closing the clasp of the helmet with one hand as you refused to let go of Ken’s. It gave you a strange sense of comfort.

Ken’s face flushed.

“My place- I mean-“

“Is full of nice ladies with a terribly amazing make up skills I know”, you retorted, swinging behind him onto the motor cycle and wrapping your arms around his waist,”You’re just scared of being teased again by them and boss guy for bringing me home.”

Your astute observation met no denial on Draken’s end as his clammy hands focused on letting the engine roar to life.

This was definitely not something you did with a friend. Only a friend. The teasing the flirting all felt more… personal. More than the other fucker ever had.

The wind rushing against your skin was a welcome distraction as Ken rushed towards the descending sun in the horizon.

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