What Bojack Moment Should I Do Next?

What bojack moment should I do next?

What bojack moment should I do next?

The start of Chaos

Y/n: *Just straight up vibing bopping to a song they created in their head as they softly mumble the words*

Neuvillette: *looks at Y/n curiously, unsure what the hell they're doing* Darling, what is it you are doing?

Y/n: *looks at Nuevillette mischievously* Can I show you?

Neuvillette: *nods suspiciously*

Y/n: *starts to sing Another one bites dust* According to the Judgement of the Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale *and just sings the whole fan song*

Neuvillette: *Just stares dumbfounded*

Furina: Oh Neuvillette! *stops in her tracks seeing Y/n dancing and singing* What is Y/n doing?

Neuvillette: *to stunned to speak*

Furina: *Laughs at Neuvillette's state*

a/n: That one fan song is stuck in my head so i had too! Heres the song im referancing. Link

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That was unexpected | Play fighting headcannons with BSD characters x Gn reader

Characters: Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara

Summary: When play fighting with them becomes something more

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, established relationships

Taglist: @nightshade-clown

A/N: Thanks to @seisitive and one of her anons for this idea!! Here is the post!

DAZAI OSAMU

🍀⁀➷ You were laying on the couch when Dazai came into the room, slouching himself on the edge looking at you

🍀⁀➷ You were looking through your phone, doing whatever you were doing, and Dazai just started poking your face

🍀⁀➷ You started poking his back, putting down your phone, but it escalated insanely fast

🍀⁀➷ Dazai started softly patting your cheeks and head, imitating slapping but not hard enough to hurt you

🍀⁀➷ You started punching back, with light punches, but he pulled you on top of him

🍀⁀➷ You straddled his waist with your legs as you gently punched him

🍀⁀➷ He laughed, as your soft punches tickled him, and he was reciprocating your soft hits

🍀⁀➷ You smirked as your hits got a bit rougher, knowing he could take the punches

🍀⁀➷ Dazai seemingly noticed this change, but only smirked in response as he gripped your waist

🍀⁀➷ You blushed slightly and paused your movement, that was a big mistake

🍀⁀➷ In an instant Dazai had you under him and pinned your hands above your hand, holding your wrists

🍀⁀➷ You blushed, your eyes widening in surprise and being flustered. Dazai of course was smiling

🍀⁀➷ Dazai slowly started kissing your cheeks, not letting his grip on your hands loosen. Your blush deepened

🍀⁀➷ You desperately looked at his lips, awaiting more than just teasing, fleeting kisses on your cheek

🍀⁀➷ Of course, he noticed and started to lightly kiss your lips, teasing you slightly

🍀⁀➷ Not a second later did his kisses get deeper than they were before, becoming even more heated

🍀⁀➷ You started kissing back, your little kissing turning into a heated make out session

🍀⁀➷ It was a push and pull between the two of you, but the movement wasn't enough for Dazai to release you from his grip

🍀⁀➷ After a moment the two of you were making out, you tried flailing out of his grip, accidentally kicking him in the stomach

🍀⁀➷ He just collapsed on top of you dramatically, pretending to have died

🍀⁀➷ You just cuddled him on the floor as he recovered from your kick, apologizing profusely

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

🍀⁀➷ You were laying on the floor already, boredom gripping your brain. Chuuya was walking around, trying to find you, but accidentally tripped over you

🍀⁀➷ He smirks slightly and softly kicking your side, trying to tickle you and pulling a laugh out of your lips

🍀⁀➷ You, in response to this unneeded attack, started to hit and lightly punch his leg trying to get him to stop

🍀⁀➷ You sat up to face him and Chuuya bent down to get on your level, lightly booping your nose

🍀⁀➷ You jokingly scowled at his action, bonking his head a few times in response

🍀⁀➷ You jumped at him, trying to get Chuuya underneath you, but you failed. Your back faced the floor as Chuuya pinned you by your wrist

🍀⁀➷ You immediately blushed seeing how smug Chuuya smiled down at the state you were in because of him

🍀⁀➷ One of his hands slid from your wrist to intertwine with one of yours, which you returned happily

🍀⁀➷ Chuuya lightly kissed your forehead, trailing down to your nose at an agonizingly slow pace

🍀⁀➷ He hovered over your lips, enough room for him to see you quickly dart your gaze from his lips in a pattern

🍀⁀➷ Chuuya brought his other hand to grip your chin to keep your needy gaze on his eyes

🍀⁀➷ He slowly brought his lips to hover over yours, basking in how needy you were for his kiss

🍀⁀➷ He gave in pretty quickly however, the want of your lips growing quicker in his heart

🍀⁀➷ As slow as the kiss may have started, they slowly got quicker from both of you

🍀⁀➷ Each one becoming more sloppy has he gripped your cheek, his other hand still holding yours down

🍀⁀➷ Both of your lips danced with each other for a good while, leaving you a flustered mess

🍀⁀➷ Chuuya held you tightly as a slow and melodic body rhythm was being set as you tried to get your hand out of his grasp

🍀⁀➷ You managed to get one hand out of his grip, holding his cheek deepening the kissing session

🍀⁀➷ You were squirming too much, however, trying to get your revenge on Chuuya and accidentally bonked his head a little too hard

🍀⁀➷ You held your head in pain and Chuuya dramatically fell to the floor, reaching his hand to find yours

🍀⁀➷ You both laid on the floor in pain, but you were both laughing your asses off, not letting go of each other's hands

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Working on my ouran fic while on a tone of sleepy meds cause i feel like utter shit isnt a good idea. I'm falling asleep rnn

Plushie Shenanigans | Neuivillette x male reader

Characters: Neuivillette

Summary: You got an otter plushie but your boyfriend seems to be harboring resentment for it

Warnings: Neuvillette being jealous

a/n: This idea came to me when I found a character. ai of neuvillette and the prompt was you bought a otter plushie.

You had brought home an otter plush home one day, in your shared home with The Chief Justice himself. You walked through the doors of your home with a big smile on your face. Your impulse buy had brought you great joy, and this did not go unnoticed. Neuvillette had seen you walk through the door, expecting you to notice that he was home early. 

You, however, just went straight to the shared bedroom and cuddled the otter plush close. You tossed and turned a bit, feeling so content in the moment. Neuvillette had walked slowly into the room, seeing you cuddling the plush. His eyebrows raised, seemingly intrigued by the scene that had played out in front of him. He coughed softly, trying to get your attention.

You had stopped tossing and rolling around on the bed as you messed up the sheets. His voice had caused your focus to be pulled to him. He smiled softly at you as his eyes glanced down to the otter plush that was held tight in your grasps. He walked closer to you to get a better look.

“What do you have there, my dear?”

You looked up at him with a big, bright smile. You pulled the otter plush in front of him to showcase it. He was confused as to why you would buy such a thing. He couldn’t help but lightly blush at how excited you look. He didn’t understand how such a simple plush could bring so much energy out of you.

“An otter plushie!”

After a few weeks of your attention being solely on the plush, Fontaine’s skies had been more gray and full of rain. You didn’t notice this change, being so focused on your plushie. Neuvillette had had it with you, however, not liking that this otter plush was eating up so much of your time. His jealousy for the plush grew ever second he saw you with it. So he had faced you in the living room, as you guarded the plush away from his grasps.

“My dear, please hand me the plush.”

You shook your head in defiance of his order. His voice was very demanding, and it was odd to hear it. He was never like this, so you didn’t understand why he wanted your plush. But instead of asking why he wanted it, you only protested. His eyes filled with jealousy as he heard your soft voice.

“Noo, he’s my son and I love him! I named him, too.”

As you called the plushie your son, it deeply confused Neuvillette. How could a plush be your child? And you naming it intrigued him more. He got closer to you, wanting you to just hold him instead of the plushy in your hands. You backed away instinctively.

“You’re son?”

You nodded and Neuvillette’s question. He just couldn’t bring himself to understand why you would feel such a paternal connection with a plush that couldn’t give you affection back. The storm outside got worse as his sadness got worse. He only wanted you to hug him, to discard the plush and give him your touch and love to him.

“Yes, my son and his name is Neuvi Jr.” 

He stopped in his tracks. More confusion had made itself present as his face wrinkled ever so slightly. Why did you give it a name like him? His only conclusion was to replace him. His hands dropped to his side as he shuddered a breath out of his lips. 

You looked at him confused, not knowing what his body language meant. You slowly walked up to him with the otter plush still in your arms. His eyes were fixated on the plush, trying his best to burn it with his gaze. You held it out in front of Neuvillette as its black, beaded eyes stared into his. He looked behind the plush to meet your gaze.

“What are you doing?”

He was trying so hard to choke back tears. You only gave him a soft smile, holding the plush expectantly. You urged him to hold it, and he gently took it from your hands. He gently touched your skin, needing to feel it again, as he now was holding the plush. He stared at it, not sure what to do with it. 

“I named it Neuvi Jr. because it looks like you! And sometimes I get lonely when you’re out doing trials all day, so I thought that maybe this would help the lonely feeling.”

Neuvillette didn’t expect that to be your answer, or for you to respond like that at all. He felt bad for leaving you alone all day, but he needed to work. He still stared at the plush as something changed within him. He quickly became attached to it, and he walked up to you.

He brought his body close, his hands still on the plush. He wanted you to wrap your arms around him as his were busy gently holding the plush. You giggled at his now new attachment to the plush he was just angry with a bit ago. You gently wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him. The rain had stopped as Neuvillette finally got the hug he desperately needed from you.

“So you weren’t trying to replace me?”

You gave him a baffled look. How could he have thought of such a thing? It made you feel so sorrowful when you realize what had been going on. You hugged him tighter as you buried your face in his chest. He blushed, feeling you get so close after so long of being touch starved. Your voice was soft, a melody he needed on repeat. 

“What? Of course not! You’re the only Neuvillette, nothing could replace you!”

Comfortable silence enveloped the both of you. He needed this, especially after the long period of neglect from you. His grip was still on the plushie, but his face nuzzled into your arms, and you held him close. He wanted nothing to break this moment. You giggled, feeling his soft cheek rub against your arm. 

“Can I have my plush back?”

He looked down at you with such seriousness in his eyes. Your arms were still entwined on his neck. He smiled softly at you, and you knew what this meant. He brought his lips to your ears as he whispered ever so softly. His soft disagreement came. 

“No, it’s mine now.”

So you had to go and get a new one, as Neuvillette kept Neuvi Jr. in his office. He finally understood why you bought it, because when he glanced at the otter plush sitting on the couch, his mind went to you immediately. He got done with work a lot faster too, not wanting to leave you alone anymore, knowing how lonely you got. He made exceptions for the new plush you got, as long as he got the needed attention from you and the reassurance that he was enough for you. Your new plush would often find its way into some of your cuddle sessions, however.

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