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Hii! Can I request a Kakashixreaderxobito fic where the reader is helping Obito “re enter” society and they basically become best friends( but Kakashi starts to feel weird about it because he actually fell for the reader too (but refuses to accept love because duh) ya know, some angst to get through the week 🕺 I hope that makes sense hahaha thank youuu so much! 🫶

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Part. 1, Part. 2

A/N: This is one of my longest works I’ve ever made tee hee. I really hope you enjoy!! (Sorry it seems a little rushed :( )

Summary: Obito, after surviving the war was allowed back into the village. You made it your mission to make sure he gets completely rehabilitated. However, a certain someone gets jealous at the loss of attention.

Pairing: Obito x reader x kakashi

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It was a process. Everything that came after the war was a process. Great ninjas were lost, and some were found. Heartbreaks and heartwarmths were felt by all the people who were affected by this dreadful event. However, they sought to move forward, and push the formidable thoughts away. Because there was no time for regret, but only determination to bring back the villages—the families that were caught in the hellfire.

You had thankfully survived the war right along with some of your comrades. You had lost some to the Ten Tailed beast, but you knew the only way to honor their lives was to remember them for the outstanding ninjas they were. They had fought their final battle alongside you, and it was time for them to rest as the brave heroes they were. Your heart had been shattered by everything that had occurred—the deaths and the revelations. The revelation of the man who seemed like the spitting image of a boy you once knew. A kind, sweet boy that strived to become the Hokage. A boy with dreams so big, he’d do anything to achieve them. Obito Uchiha.

It shattered you to see who he had become, and why he had become this new person. It hurt how he didn’t think of himself as Obito Uchiha, but as someone else. He lived as someone else. It broke you a little, because you couldn’t wrap your head around this. How could this man—the boy you once admired when you were both at the academy—become so heartless. You couldn’t understand it. However, as if the universe was trying to put the pieces back in place, Obito had a change of heart. You thank Naruto for this—you didn’t know how the boy did it, but he always managed to get into people’s hearts. And just like Sasuke, Obito was welcomed—with very hesitant open arms, back into the leaf village.

Of course, this wasn’t an easy process. There were still people who didn’t trust him, and wanted nothing to do with him. It was a hard decision to make, but everyone deserves a second chance. So, the decision was made. He would be welcomed back to the village on the conditions of having someone watch him at all times—or as they called it—being under supervision. This was, to Obito, reasonable. He had been one of the main causes of the war, so the least he could do was accept this with a good heart. The difficult part was searching for someone who would actually agree to watch him. They needed a strong ninja. One that could put Obito in his place if he ever did anything remotely threatening. They thought Kakashi would’ve been the perfect candidate, but he was now the Hokage.

However, they never expected you to volunteer. You were a great ninja. Strong, smart, truthful. You were fit for the job, sure, but they were hesitant to just let you supervise him. But, after some convincing, you were allowed to take Obito under your wing, and trust me, it was a hard process. This man had been socially secluded. He was hated by most of the villagers, and he could see it. Anytime he walked down the roads of Konoha, the people would glare and snarl at him. He was a monster to them, and he knew that. He was difficult to crack open. I mean, did you really expect him to be just like he was when he was a kid? Of course not, you knew better than that.

You would always notice how his eyes landed on the ground, and he walked with his head low. You also knew he was slightly embarrassed of his scars. They were permanent proof of everything that had happened since the beginning. How could you get him used to society again? Had you volunteered to do this with blind eyes?

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“Are you hungry?” You asked as you searched around in the kitchen. You didn’t think the ‘have him under your supervision at all times’ rule was going to be this strict. I mean, he was living with you now. It’s been about two weeks since he’s been in your house, and he’s still tense. The unfamiliar atmosphere was just… not easy to get used to. At least for him. He wasn’t used to people, or kindness, or just… this.

“No,” he mumbled while he sat tensely on the dining chair. He looked like a black dot on a white sheet of paper. He didn’t quite fit in anywhere. You’ve tried to get him to speak more, but the most you get out of him a day is a few polite sentences. That’s it.

You frown, looking back at him as he looks out the window, “well you have to eat something. You can’t just go without eating for long hours,” you say as you lean on the counter, “how about we get some ramen, I bet you’d��,”

“I don’t want to go out,” he quickly cut you off, his head snapping towards you. Although the action might’ve seemed rude, his tone was soft, and… tired. He genuinely didn’t want to go out. Not that it surprises you. This isn’t the first time he’s refused to leave the house.

You sigh and rub your face, not out of frustration, but because you were thinking of a way to convince him, “I know that you don’t like going out—I understand, but you’ll make no progress being stuck in here with me,” you look at him to see a reaction, but his face still held that frown you hated to see. “I mean, sure, you can stay here if you want to, but you already know I’m not good at conversation. I’m pretty boring,” you chuckle, your attempts to lighten the mood were pretty bad.

You walk over to the dining table and sit across from him, crossing your legs and looking out the window, “you’ll have more fun outside than in here. Unless you want me to bore you with some of my life stories,”

His brow was raised with curiosity, his interest being peeked, “Maybe not,” he says and sits a little straight, his body turning to face you. You were surprised at this, just a little. He had never made an effort to keep the conversation going. He usually just stayed quiet or gave dry responses.

“Oh come on, you definitely don’t want to hear that,” you chuckle nervously, but his eye never left yours. “We don’t know that,”

“Okay then…,” you pause for a moment before continuing what you were going to say, “I’ll tell you about a few things, and if you're not bored out of your mind, we can stay here for the rest of the day. If you are, however, we’re taking a walk,” you say, although you knew that even if he was fed up with your blabbering, he’d still prefer that over going out. With a nod, he agreed to your offer and listened attentively.

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Hours had passed since the offer. It turns out, you weren’t really bored at all. At least, in his eyes. You two hadn’t spoken since his ‘death’ so he had missed out on a lot of things. It was interesting to hear all of the stories you had. You were… cool. He thought. Yeah, you weren’t half as bad as he thought you were, no offense. He caught himself wanting to know more, nodding and interrupting you sometimes to just ask about certain things. To you, this was a massive win! He seemed to be getting used to you, and he was warming up a little.

“So you teach?” He asks, amusement laced his voice, “what? Is that really absurd?” You raise a brow, crossing your arms slightly while he gently waved his hand over his face, “No, no, I just remember you as a bad teacher,”

“A bad—excuse me?” You gasp with fake offense, which made him crack a smile. Your heart almost stopped because this was the first time he smiled since he got here. “I’m just saying, remember that time I asked you to teach me about a specific Jutsu?” He asks and you nod your head, “well, I have great memories of you shaking your head in disappointment and telling me I was doing it all wrong,” he looks at you and almost cracks a chuckle,

“Okay, I was young alright? I didn’t have the patience I have now,” you chuckle and shake your head, “so, for your information, I’m a very good teacher,”

He made an expression that screamed ‘suuuure’, which made you laugh, “oh, come on, don’t look at me like that,”

He shrugs, “I’ll believe that when I hear it from your students,” he says, not expecting anything to come from it, but a lightbulb had just been lit in your mind, “Alright, then let’s go talk to them,”

His eye suddenly widens as you say this, “what?” He watches you as you stand up and grab your keys. “Lets go talk to them so you see what a good teacher I am,” you say with your hands on your hip.

“I— I didn’t really mean it like that. It was just a joke—,”

“Joke or not, you deserve to meet them. Come on, they’ll love you,”

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With a lot of convincing, you had gotten Obito to go outside. He was once again going into shut off mode. He didn’t speak and his eyes were glued to the ground. However, you wanted him to look forward to going out, so you tried your best to make him comfortable. “You see, they’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” you say to catch his attention. He slightly looks up from the ground, to look at you. You were a few feet ahead of him, guiding him though the village. “This one boy, he really reminds me of you,” you look back at him, only for him to look back at the ground. “How so?” He asks quietly.

“Well, he’s very stubborn. Always having a rivalry with his teammate and—,” you stop yourself and clear your throat, “he’s just like you in different ways,” she says and stops in front of Ichiraku. Two silhouettes sat inside. “Ah, here they are,” you say as you enter, looking back at Obito with a reassuring smile. He looks at you and hesitantly enters the shop, looking at the two boys who were sitting on the other side.

They look back at you and one of them grins, greeting you loudly while the other sits calm and politely says hello. The loud one had thick black hair, round dark eyes and a contagious smile, while the quiet one was quite the opposite. It made Obito… uncomfortable. No, not because he didn’t know them or anything, but the similarities between them and Obito and Kakashi were unsettling.

“I thought you weren’t showing up,” Toko, the loud one, whines, “I’m not surprised, she’s always late,” Kenji, the quiet one says. His nose was buried in his book while his friend rolled his eyes.

“Well I’m here, aren’t I?” You chuckle and stand aside, “I’m here with a guest,”

Kenji lowers his book in curiosity, his pale eyes falling onto Obito with a monotone expression. It reminded him so much of Kakashi. “A guest? Where?” Toko asked, before he looked at the obvious answer right in front of him. “Oh—Oh!” He exclaims, his eyes slightly wide. “You’re—youre,”

“Obito,” you say, “Obito, this is Toko and Kenji,” you introduce them, earning an awkward ‘hey’ from Obito, and the same with Kenji. However, Toko immediately stood up in his seat, “I have so many questions,” he says with bright eyes, “I never thought I’d see you in person so soon,”

Obito was taken slightly aback, he wasn’t expecting such a reaction, and to be honest, the boy kind of reminded him of himself. “Sit down Toko,” Kenji scoffs, but it was obvious the boy had some questions of his own.

“Now, now boys, I don’t think Obito feels comfortable answering questions just yet. He’s still getting used to things and—,”

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off before you continue. He sat down beside Toko, who seemed like he was shaking out of excitement. For the first time since Obito got here, he felt… visible. Like he wasn’t being judged by anyone. On the contrary, the boys looked at him not with disgust, but interest.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” you reassure, worried that he might be doing this because he felt forced to, “I’m sure,”

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The night went on smoothly. You were surprised at how much Obito talked—heck, he talked more with your students than with you! The conversation ranged from different types of Jutsus, to the sharingan, to the Uchihas. You had been worried all night that Toko might ask something too personal that would make Obito uncomfortable, but to your surprise, he seemed to be very at ease. Even Kenji had begun to ask some questions, to your surprise.

Of course, the night was coming to an end, and the boys needed to leave. They said their goodbyes and left, making you sit there with Obito. You were silent for a few minutes before you looked at him, “Are you okay?” You asked, concerned that one of the boys asked him something offensive.

“Yeah,” he says and looks at you, his eyes wandering your face and his lips moving as if to say something. You wait patiently for him to speak, tilting your head to the side, “what is it?”

His lips press against each other, turning them into a flat line before he finally speaks, “there’s two of them, aren’t there supposed to be three?” He asks, his eye staring deep into yours.

“Oh..,” you say and look down for a moment, “yeah, there’s supposed to be three,” you look at your nails, trying to find them interesting as the topic makes you a little saddened.

“Then what happened?” He asks curiously, not catching the glimpse of your smile fading slowly. Now it was your turn to bite your lips. You didn’t know how to bring this up because you never liked bringing it up. No one ever asked before either, because the whole village knew what happened.

“We uh… we lost her,” you say with grief, “on a mission,”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” he says and shook his head, “I shouldn’t have asked—,”

“You didn’t know. It’s okay,” you smile reassuringly and pay for the meals. “I’m okay. And so are the boys. They’re strong,” you stand up and look outside, “it’s getting dark, we should probably head back home,”

“…yeah,”

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“So, you haven’t made any progress?” The silver haired man you know as Kakashi asks from in front of you. Considering he had become Hokage almost immediately after the war, you two barely got to see each other. Obito was currently getting tested at the infirmary for… who knows what. Kakashi didn’t give details about it.

“No, that’s not what I said,” you furrow your brows, “he’s having a hard time getting around. He doesn’t like going outside because people treat him nasty—,”

“And rightfully so. (Y/N), you might not get it, but this is the man who almost wiped the earth clean,” he says in a serious tone, “I know you keep thinking he’s like he used to be—the Obito from the past, but he’s not,”

“He’s trying—,”

“He’s a criminal,” you were slightly taken aback by his tone. You had never heard Kakashi speak about someone so roughly, and you’ve known him for years. You had become good friends since he became a teacher���so it really did surprise you. “You can’t be treating him like some old friend. You must take this seriously,”

“Everyone deserves a chance. He was your friend. You know him better than anyone here,” you say as you sat uncomfortably, “Even Sasuke isn’t being shunned to this extreme,”

“Because Sasuke didn’t start a war,” he refutes, “Then what are you suggesting I do?” You ask as you cross your arms, “I don’t get why you're being so.. so,” you look at him and sigh, “I’m sorry, I’ve just been really out of it. You know I hate mistreatment,” you rub your temples.

“It’s okay,” he sighs, “I just want to make sure you're not doing this because you feel forced to—,”

“I would never. I volunteer to supervise him, and I intend to make this an easy process for every party,” you say confidently, “after all, Obito and I are getting along just fine. He’s even met my students. I’ve seen good progress in him, even if it takes a little time,” you smile, “it’s like I’m slowly bringing him back,”

Kakashi stares at you for a few seconds—it was impossible to read his expression or what he was thinking, but his brows were furrowed together. You might've thought he had an expression of distaste if it weren’t for his mask, “I see… then that’s all for today. I wanted to check up on your progress, but I see that you are doing fine by yourself,”

You frown slightly at his words. You would’ve felt praised if it weren’t for his tone of voice. It seemed a little cold. You didn’t understand why—maybe it was because he was still bitter about everything that happened in the war, just like everyone else, but he out of all people should understand Obito, or at least, try to. “Right, then I’ll get going,”

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It seemed the time that you used to spend with Kakashi was replaced by Obito. You two seemed to get closer to each other with each day, and you were glad. He woke up early in the morning now, telling you good morning, and asking what you would do today. If you had to go out, he’d go with you. If you stayed inside, he’d stay with you—Although you mostly thought it was because he literally had no choice but to do so.

You saw him smile more often, and the village seemed to be accepting him more and more. All of your hard work was starting to pay off. Your students seemed to love him, and so did Naruto. Obito loved to speak with your students as well. They reminded him so much of himself when he was younger. Your friendship grew so much, he even insisted on going to watch you train your students. You were glad—no, not glad. You were happy to hear this, immediately agreeing to his request.

Currently, you were sitting down on the grass while your two students sparred, Obito sitting right beside you. “You know, they remind me a lot of how things used to be,” he says while looking at the two boys, “you really weren’t kidding when you said Toko was my twin,” he chuckles, leaning back against a tree.

“I told you,” you smile at him gently before looking back at your students. “So, have you spoken to Kakashi yet?” you ask curiously, considering the last time you spoke to Kakashi about Obito he was a little… bitter about it. You understood why, but it didn’t mean you wanted that to happen.

“No, not since after… everything,” He says with a straight face, "I don't think he’d want to talk to me ever. Not that I care much anyways, I also carry resentment,” he says, not meeting your eyes as he’s focused on the two figures in front of him. They fought hand to hand, and their friendly rivalness was giving him nostalgia. The sound of their weapons clanking made him remember just how much he and Kakashi would always fight. Rin would always watch. His face drops at the memories.

“I see,” you frown, “I just wanted to know because you two deserve to flip the page and start anew,” you look at him, “I certainly forgive you. And I don’t blame you—,”

“(Y/N), I’m not a good person,” he cuts you off with furrowed brows, “And I don’t expect anyone to forgive me. Especially not kakashi. After everything that’s happened, the best thing we can do is forget we even exist,”

“I don’t think that way,” you say sternly, “I believe everyone deserves a chance, and that doesn’t exclude you. You had your reasons—heck, you were a kid when you were manipulated—”

“Manipulated?” his head snaps towards you, “it was my decision,”

“You were a kid,” you refute, but he shakes his head, “It doesn't matter,”

“It does! You were a kid, you were vulnerable—”

“And what do you know?” he asks, a little agitated. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, but his chest was slightly burning up. “You weren't there when it happened. You didn’t know Kakashi, Rin or me that well. So how could you possibly know what I feel? How could you understand?”

“Because I have a heart. You were a vulnerable kid who was grieving the death of someone you loved. You were filled with rage, and Madara took advantage of that,” you spoke calmly, because the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel even worse than he already was, “You didn’t speak to the people you held closest to your heart. You were ripped away from the village in hopes of false promises,” everything you said, you knew because of him. He had talked about this with you shortly after becoming more comfortable with you. You did know, you weren’t exactly there, but you did understand him.

“Please don’t live your life regretting what you did, or hanging onto hatred,” you frown and put a hand on his shoulder, “This is a new beginning for you. One that you were given even after thinking you didn’t deserve it,” you smile, “take advantage of that and work on yourself. If you’re having a hard time doing so, then I’ll help you. I will always be here for you,”

Your words left him speechless. Honestly, he didn’t know what to say. He was at a loss for words. You made him feel… different. A good difference. It was like you were the thing he most longed for. You were pure kindness… It almost reminded him of Rin. No, it did remind him of Rin. His eye never left yours as he tried to think of something to say. Your hand on his shoulder felt so tender and gentle, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. “I care for you Obito,”

He stares at you for what felt like ages, but finally, he worked up the courage to say something, “thank you,”

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“I want a rematch!,” Toko whines, looking at the other teenager who stood crossed arms, “I already won, I don’t think you want me to beat you again,” he says and rolls his eyes.

“Okay boys, that’s all for today. Go home and rest,” you say and chuckle, seeing how Kenji helps Toko up from the ground. The boys packed their things before saying goodbye to both you and Obito. After they left, it was silent. Obito was still deep in thought after your conversation.

“Well, I need you to help me get some things. We’re kind of out of groceries and I need to restock,” you say before turning to him, “Unless you want to go home. That’s okay, I’ll do the grocer—”

“No, I’ll come with,” you were once again surprised by this, but immediately smile, “Okay then,”

It’s safe to assume that you and Obito were starting to become closer than what anyone imagined. Some might say it's too close. He seemed to smile more around you, and since some time had passed, he was now allowed to roam freely without having to be under your supervision. However, he refused to leave your side, and you didn’t mind at all. You were glad, because the bubbling feeling in your stomach everytime he laughed or made you laugh was amazing.

However, you were conflicted. For the longest time, you had always liked a certain silver haired Jonin. Kakashi was always your crush—kind of. You weren’t obsessed with him, but there was an obvious interest. You spent a lot of time together, and were set out on a lot of missions together as well. It’s safe to say that you were always together at all times. You weren’t sure if he had actually reciprocated your feelings, because he never showed any sign of interest in you. I guess that’s kind of why you started losing feelings for him as soon as he became Hokage. He was always busy, and you were too. He never seemed to be interested in you the way you were of him, so it didn’t matter.

Obito seemed to be replacing Kakashi in every sense of the matter. He was now the person you’d spend your time with 24/7. You laughed and joked with him, ate with him, lived in the same house as him. Everything you did, he was right by your side. And the best thing about all of this was that Obito seemed to be interested in you too. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the way compliments would slip out of his mouth from time to time would make your stomach flip. The way he now sits right beside you instead of across you everytime you eat just to be closer to you made you feel amazing. He was trying to be as subtle as possible, but he failed miserably. To him, you had become someone he truly cared for. You were so kind to him, even after everything. You trusted him, because you knew who he was. You understood him in every sense of his being, and he was glad. He was just so glad he had you. Because it was as if the universe reunited you two. It was meant to happen.

It seemed the tables had been severely flipped, much to someone’s distaste. Kakashi, although always busy, heard the talk of the town. He heard the rumors, he heard the stories. He heard about how you and Obito were supposedly going out. Or how you were supposedly spotted at a restaurant together. All of this, Kakahsi could handle, because he knew they were just rumors of the town. Of course the people would start to assume things like that. Obito had to be with you at all times, so of course it would stir up a few rumors here and there. But, it made him wonder if it was actually true.

What exactly were you to Kakashi? Why did he find himself caring so much about these stupid rumors going around? He never admitted this before, but you were special to him. Ever since you were kids, he had an interest in you. At the academy and even after joining the Anbu. You always had a special place in Kakashi’s heart. To him, you were priceless. You cared too much about silly things, and too little of yourself. He hated that about you, but he also loved it. Because it left room for him to love you. He always found himself thinking about you, both when he was a kid, and still to this day. He cursed himself for never telling you how he truly felt, but to him, his romantic feelings would subside with time. They didn’t, of course, he was just lying to himself.

Why exactly did he refuse to believe his feelings towards you? Well, he’s always been alone, and when he’s not, he ends up losing those closest to him. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t afford to love you when he knew that you might leave him. He couldn’t afford another heartbreak, so he treated you as a friend. He was sure you liked him, he wasn’t stupid, and he was glad. He bathed in your sweetness, and he loved it. He loved knowing that you felt the same. However, his biggest mistake was never saying anything. Because now, he was worried that you didn’t want him anymore. Now that you didn’t want him, he wanted you the most. You barely come visit him at his office anymore, and when you do, it's strictly professional. He had never expected things to go this way. Sure, he was now the Hokage, but out of all the people to treat him with such ‘respect’, he didn’t expect it from you. He thought you’d stay the same as you were. Heck, you didn’t even call him by his name anymore. It was either Hatake or Sir, and neither of them left a good taste in his mouth.

That’s why he made sure that tonight, he’d make up for all the time he wasted just pushing you away.

“You called me here for something, Sir?” you ask as you enter his office,

“You know you don’t have to use formalities when we’re alone, right?” he asks with a chuckle, earning and chuckle from you, “I mean, you’re the Hokage, it’s disrespectful to talk to you as if you’re a normal person,”

He shakes his head before sitting down, “How have you been?” he asks, waiting for you to sit down, which you did.

“Um… Well, i’ve been good,” you say hesitantly, “It’s been peaceful,”

“Is that so? I would’ve assumed you’d be stressed thanks to Obito,” he says and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. You quickly look at him and smile, shaking your head with a chuckle. You instantly melt into the conversation, as if you two had never stopped hanging out, “Oh no, he’s an angel,” you cover your mouth with a giggle, “He’s already getting used to everything. You should’ve seen him helping the seniors. They love him,”

The more you spoke about Obito, the more his expression seemed to change, “i see,” he clears his throat, “I’m glad you’re getting along,” he says a little bitterly, but you didn’t quite catch that.

“I was meaning to ask,” you look at him with a smile, “Have you gotten to speak to him? I think it would be a good idea to talk things out. He told me he hasn’t spoken to you since he got here, so…,” you look at your hands, “maybe it wouldn’t be a bother if you two got to speak. I know things are tense right now, so I wanted to—,”

“I don’t think he’d want to agree with that. We’ve parted ways. It’s better to leave things as they are right now. Let things smooth as they go,” he says, earning a small ‘oh’ from you. He noticed how your smile slightly dropped.

“But, I do have tonight free. I was meaning to ask you— well, if you wanted to go out and eat. You know, so we can catch up,” he was hopeful. There was a big chance you’d say no, but to his surprise, your eyes lit up and your smile came back to your pretty face. “Of course, around what time were you planning? Not that I’ll be busy anytime today, I’m free all day,” you smile excitedly.

“How does six sound?”

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“You’re going out?” Obito asks as he lays on your bed. He had a habit of laying on it whenever he could. He would always say it was much more comfortable than his.

“yeah, I thought I told you?” you say as you look through your closet, “No, not really. Where are you going?” he asks curiously, sitting up to look at what clothes you were pulling out.

“I’m going out to meet the Hokage,” you say with a smile, slightly excited that you would get to catch up with him again. This made Obito raise a brow, “So, you’re going out to meet Kakashi,” he states with a ‘matter of fact’ tone “Yes,” you affirm and turn to him. He lays back down, but still looks at you, “Why? Is it like, some weird date or something?”

“No! We’re just going to catch up since we barely spent any time together since he became Hokage,” you say and hold up a dress, “Do you think this is nice?” you smile and show off your dress. A hand comes and pushes the dress aside gently, “It sounds like a date to me,” he looks at your face, kneeling on the bed now.

“Obito, it’s not a date,” you put the dress down, “Even if it was, what's the big deal?”

“Nothing, I’m just saying,” he stands up and walks towards the closet, pulling out another dress, This one was a navy colored one, nothing fancy, but it was still pretty “This one would look way better,” he grins “It’s my favorite color too,”

You smile and take the dress, “Alright,”

After getting dressed and ready, you say goodbye to Obito, who is still on your bed. You heard him ask for some sweets when you got back—but you didn’t really hear him well.

You were both excited and nervous. You didn’t know what to expect. I mean, you knew Kakashi wanted to catch up, sure, but you didn’t know what to expect from yourself. One day you thought you were completely over Kakashi, and now you’re questioning your feelings again. To some extent, your feelings for Kakashi were still very much strong and alive. You were dumb for thinking that you could just forget about him. However, you also felt a little something for Obito. Your mind was reeling with many thoughts. You honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. It was like Kakashi controlled what you felt, and when you could feel it without even trying. You didn’t blame him of course, but it frustrated you a lot.

After a while of walking, you finally saw Kakashi waiting for you at the bridge. You smile and walk towards him, his head turning towards you once he hears your shoes. You assume he smiled at you at the way his eyes turn into crescent moons, “hey,” he greets, turning to face you. “You look wonderful,”

“Thank you,” you reply, your smile never leaving your face as your cheeks are dusted pink. You give him a compliment in return as well, “So, where are we going to eat?” You ask, standing besides him as he begins to lead the way, “I reserved a spot at the new restaurant that just opened recently. I’ve heard real good things about it, and I wanted to bring someone special with me,”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you didn’t want to think much of it, “I see,” your cheeks were dusted pink, your lips forming a small smile as you looked down. He noticed this, and smiled to himself. After all this time, he still had that effect on you.

The restaurant was pretty different from all the others in Konoha. It was a little more modern than any other restaurant, and it just screamed expensive. “Wow, this place looks amazing,” you say as you look around, already sitting across from Kakashi, “I’m not sure I can afford to come here more than two times. It looks really expensive,” you laugh, earning a chuckle from him, “Maybe you won’t have to pay. If you come with me, I’ll definitely make sure to pay for everything. Just like tonight,” he tilts his head with a smile, his eyes closed.

“Oh no, don’t bother, I brought money—,”

“I said I’ll pay (Y/N), don’t worry about it,” he put a hand over yours when you went to reach for your pouch. You look at his hand and then at him, “Are you sure?” He nods and leans back, pulling his hand away from yours, “of course, I was the one who invited you. I’m not letting you pay,” he chuckles. He was so handsome.

The afternoon was going really well. Both were having a nice conversation during your meal—although, you had no idea how he was eating since not once did you see him pull down his mask—and were just enjoying yourselves. You felt euphoric. It was nice being with him again. You had forgotten exactly why you had fallen for him all those years ago, and today you were being reminded. He was so nice, so funny, so perfect to you. He read you like a book and listened to everything you had to say. It was just nice.

“You know, I missed this,” you say, taking the last bite of your food and smiling, “I forgot when was the last time that we actually spoke like this. For hours,” you rest your chin on your palm, “I thought we wouldn’t get to do this anymore”

“I thought so too,” he says and looks into your eyes. He fell quiet as he stared at you. This had to be the moment. He needed to tell you now, because he wouldn’t get another chance if he didn’t.

“(Y/N), I have something really important I want to say,” he says, suddenly a little more serious than before, “I want you to be honest with me,”

You furrow your brows, sitting upright and nodding, “yeah, of course. What is it?”

“How do you really feel about me?” You were taken aback by his question, “I thought you wanted to say something important, not ask me something,” you chuckle a little nervously, trying to avoid answering, but he shook his head, “I’ll tell you when you answer me,”

“Well, I think…,” you stop for a moment, trying to form the words you so badly wanted to utter. ‘I’ve been in love with you for the past fifteen years,’ is all you wanted to say, but you couldn’t. Not when you were torn between telling him and forgetting Obito, or just never telling him at all. “You’re a wonderful person,” you say, and look at him. However, it seemed like that wasn’t the answer he wanted. “And I appreciate you a lot, for always being there for me for as long as I remember,”

The table was now quiet. He seemed to be thinking of what to say, and you were nervously waiting for his answer.

“Do you like me? Romantically,” he asks again, now going straight to the point, making your heart beat faster, “what?” You ask, gulping down the lump in your throat.

“Because I like you. I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember,” he declares, making your heart almost stop. You didn’t expect this. You never would’ve expected this. He had never treated you romantically in his life, so what was the occasion?

“I… Kakashi, I don’t understand,” you furrow your brows, “If that is really true, how come you never told me before—or at least dropped hints,”

“I didn’t want to give you false hopes. I wasn’t sure before, mostly because I was afraid to get hurt,” he admits, “but now I’m sure,”

“But why now? Why now all of a sudden?” You ask, the timing seemed weird. How come now, that you weren’t speaking as much as before, he wanted to confess. Why now?

“I.. don’t know,” he blinks, “but what matters is that I told you,”

“I.. Are you being genuine?” You frown, “because the timing seems a little strange. I don’t understand why you suddenly seem interested in me. I mean, we haven’t hung out, we haven’t spoken—you never showed interest in me before this moment. Why is it that now you suddenly want to say this to me,” you didn’t understand why you weren’t happy. I mean, you liked him, of course, but it felt strange.

The puzzle pieces didn’t fit, and the only reason as to why he was seemingly starting to take an interest now, was because you were spending more time with Obito. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but come on, it was plausible. It made sense if you thought about it. They technically hated each other, and it was no secret they were rivals and will always be rivals. It looked as if now that Obito was winning your attention, Kakashi wanted it back.

“Of course I’m being genuine. I’ve always liked you,” he frowns, “Do you not like me?”

“It’s… it’s not that. I just, I don’t think I want anything right now. The timing seems off and I— I just don’t know if I’m sure of what I’m feeling,”

The air seemed to get tense the more you spoke. You seemed conflicted, and Kakashi knew why. He knew why you were conflicted. “This is about Obito, isn’t it?” He suddenly asks, making your head snap towards him. “I…,” you didn’t know how to answer, because to some extent, yes, it was about Obito,

“I knew it,” he leans back, “you like him,”

“It’s not like that,”

“Then why is it that you suddenly changed your mind? I mean, I know you like me. Or at least liked. So why else would you not accept me?”

Now that makes you uncomfortable. He was speaking the truth, but the way he said it sounded wrong.

“Kakashi, things change,” you begin to explain, but you never expected what he said next.

“(Y/N), you can’t just fall for him. I’m not sure if he likes you, but if he does, it’s not genuine. It’s not fair to take advantage of someone who obviously has never been treated nicely before. Of course he’d fall for the first person to show him an ounce of respect,”

Your jaw dropped at his words. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. You had to process everything twice just to make sure you weren’t making things up. Kakashi had to admit he was talking out of frustration—since he wasn’t getting you easily. But this reached a whole different level.

“Unbelievable,” you finally say, reaching for your pouch and pulling out money. You slam it onto the table and stand up.

“(Y/N), wait—,”

“I want you to know that Obito deserves to be loved too, you know. Don’t you ever tell me I’m taking advantage of someone just because I love them,” you scoff and take your things, starting to storm your way out of there. Before you could leave, Kakashi caught your wrist, “I didn’t mean it like that,” he tries to convince, but you pull your arm away, “I know what you meant,” you snarl and finally exit, leaving a guilty Kakashi behind.

The walk home was hot. You felt hot all around. You were angry. Angry and hurt. His words kept swirling in your head.

‘It’s not fair to take advantage of someone who obviously has never been treated nicely before,’

Who did he think he was? How could he even say that? It hurts you. It hurt you because you liked him so much, but this? This made you think about what you felt. It made you question things.

Maybe you were overreacting. You didn’t know. Right now, you didn’t want to know. You got home and quickly stormed towards your bedroom after locking the door. You looked disheveled—and once you reached your bedroom, Obito quickly sat up from your bed, “you’re here early,” he says, but quickly stopped when he saw your red face. Concern washes over him as he stands up, “hey, what’s wrong?”

You stay silent, taking off your shoes while shaking slightly, “(Y/N), what’s going on?” he asks again, coming closer to you and placing his gentle hands on your shoulders, “Hey, look at me,”

You finally look up at him, eyes glossy with tears. You were so mad, so frustrated, that you couldn’t hold back your tears, “what’s wrong?” His voice was so gentle, so soothing. It was exactly what you needed right now. You had possibly ruined your relationship with Kakashi—no, you didn’t ruin it. He did.

“I just,” you choked as your tears finally fell. You hated crying. You hated that you cried when you just wanted to yell.

Instead of pushing you to speak, Obito pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist as his hand held your head and pushed it towards his chest. It was so warm. “It’s okay, I’m here,” he whispers, his fingers gently tangling themselves into your hair. Your arms found themselves wrapping around him as well, holding onto him for what seemed like hours. Yet he never moved. He never uttered a word to hurt you. On the contrary, he let you know he was there for you. This is what you needed…

“Thank you, Obito,”

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Days passed by since what happened at the restaurant, and today was the first time since the incident that you were called to the Hokage’s office. You felt dread wash over you when you received the message, you didn’t want to go, not after what happened. Oh, had I mentioned how Obito and you now seemed to be inseparable? That interaction had built a strong bond between the two of you. No words were spoken that night, but they didn’t have to be. Both of you created a connection no other person could achieve.

With every step you took, your body felt heavier. Dread consumed you and you couldn’t seem to open the door to his office. You didn’t know what to expect… however, you managed to build the courage to enter his office, straightening yourself and walking towards his desk, “you called for me, sir?”

His head tilts upwards to look at you, “Yes,” he answers dryly and pulls a scroll from his desk, “a mission for you, out in Kirigakure,” he waits for you to take the scroll, watching you intently. You felt as if his eyes were burning holes onto your skin. You reached for the scroll and took it.

“Take both your students with you,” he adds, and looks down at some papers, “that’s all,”

You weren’t expecting this attitude, but then again, what were you expecting? You felt weird. “Right, thank you,” you say, bowing respectfully before turning towards the exit. As you were about to open the door, he called for you. You turn your head towards him, and wait for him to speak.

“Just know that I’m sorry,” he says, which you simply nodded and left. Once you were out of sight, your heart dropped to your stomach. ‘You should’ve said something’ you thought, mentally facepalming. ‘He was trying to apologize and you just left? You’re so stupid’ you insult yourself as you walk out of the building. You wondered what this mission was about, but you didn’t check until you were back home.

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The mission was simple. There were some ninja terrorizing the village and they needed some help catching them. It wasn’t an S rank mission, but it was still pretty high up there. You assumed the ninja were pretty darn strong if you had to be sent out.

“A mission in the mist village?” Asked Obito as he peeked over your shoulder to see what the scroll said. “Apparently. It’ll take a few days I guess,” you sigh and place the scroll on the desk of your room, going to grab a bag to pack some things. Obito read the scroll with furrowed brows, “why couldn’t he send Naruto and his gang? I mean, they could handle it themselves,” he asks and watches you pack, “because they’re busy with their own missions,” you say, throwing some clothes and tools into your bag, “I have to leave in a few hours, so please keep the place tidy,” you say, turning towards him.

“Of course,” he shrugs and sits down on the bed, “and make sure to eat well—and don’t drool on my pillows this time,” you laugh as he blushed slightly, “that was one time,” he argued

“I know, I’m just messing with you,”

Once it was time to leave, you took your bag and wore your headband. Obito followed behind you as you walked towards the door. “Hey,” he called before you opened the door. You turn to him and raise a brow, “what is it?”

“Please be careful,” he says, obviously worried, “I mean, I know you’ll kick ass, but please be careful,” he smiles at you worriedly, but you grinned reassuringly, “don’t worry Obito, I’ll come back in one piece,” you chuckle and open your arms. He immediately leaned in to give you a strong hug, and for a moment it seemed like he didn’t want to let go. However, you needed to leave and he let go. He smiled gently and pinched your cheek, “alright, I’ll see you soon then,” he says and you nod, leaving him behind. You wondered what he’d do while you were gone, but decided it was better to keep your mind focused on your mission.

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Now while you were gone, a surprise arrived at your doorstep. When Obito answered the door, it was two of Kakashi’s secretaries. “Obito Uchiha, you have been summoned to the Hokage’s office on urgent request,”

Him? What for? Although Obito wanted to ask these exact questions, he only nodded and followed them to the building. He hadn’t been called there for about two months, what could he possibly be called over there for.

Once they arrived, he was left alone in front of the office doors. Everything seemed different. The village itself had changed too much since the last time he was there—well, when he was a kid. He shook the thoughts away and entered the office. Finally, after two long months, Kakashi and Obito were back face to face.

“You called me,” Obito states, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he waits for Kakashi to speak. The silver haired man looks up from his paperwork, his dark eyes burning into Obito’s.

“Yes, we need to talk,”

[prettiestgrlinthemorguexo]

fic where baker reader and lucifer both really like each other but are too scared to admit their feelings so reader makes him a cupcake with a frosting duck on top as a surprise

Sweet duckcakes ( Lucifer Morningstar x Baker! Reader)

Thank you for the request anonymous! This is such a cute idea myself!!! Feel free to leave more request

Idk why but I feel like Lucifer would love the duck cake from Bluey.

I legit accidentally deleted this half way through writing it, I could cry

NOT PROOF READ!!

Warnings: stealing my baker reader stuff on how they started working in the hotel from my last fic, season 2 headcanon

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No ones POV:

Y/N has been working in the Hazbin hotel since day one, only then it was called ‘Happy Hotel’ Charlie employed them to be the head chef, prepare meals of staff and residents. It also meant Y/N could stay rent free so they accepted. Only then, back when it was only them, Charlie, Vaggie and the only resident, Angel dust. But as time has past, the Hotel has become more lively. Alastor, Husk and Nifty join the staff and another resident named Sir Pentious.

Even though Y/N was happy to see Charlie’s dreamed come true, but with each new person in the hotel mean more and more food to make, they were almost nearly in the kitchen all the time but they didn’t mind.

With the extermination looming closer, Charlie had no choice but to call her dad for help. Y/N was happy to know he accepted to come, To prepare for his visit Charlie asked Y/N to bake for his visit, which they happily did. They quickly run into the kitchen with Nifty following behind, she wanted to make cookies. Y/N and Nifty baked away, while nifty worked on cookies, Y/N chose cupcakes!

Nifty finshed first and ran into the main room while they stay behind so they could decorate the cupcakes. After 30 minutes they were done and they took them to the main room. As they turned the corner they see a rather weird sight…Alastor and Lucifer is a battle on who’s the better father. Y/N kinda stood there watching the two with everyone else till they were interrupted by someone named Mimsy, this finally allowed them to meet Lucifer.

“Dad, this Y/N, our head chef!” Charlie moves her dad over to them and they give a sweet smile to him. “It’s nice to finally meet you your majesty.”, as they said this they moved their tray to one hand and extended their now free hand, they took notice of Lucifer’s small blush. He took your hand, Y/N couldn’t help but notice his soft hands, “please call me Lucifer.” He said to you with a smile. “Why thank you..” they said to him as they remembered the treats. “Oh!” They said mainly to themself, they hold out the tray. “Please take one I made these for your visit.”

Lucifer took the treat in his hand looking over it, it had red frosting with a little apple slice in it. “Why thank you.” Lucifer said as he took one of the frosted treat and took a bite of it. He eyes life up as he tasted it. “This is amazing!” He said as he ate, Y/N couldn’t help but feel their heart race as this words. “They’re’s a reason they are the head chef! Now to the rest of the hotel,” Charlie continued to speak and show off the hotel. Y/N place the tray down on the nearby table and as they turn they couldn’t help but notice his eyes on them, they blushed and felt their own heart race.

Little did they know that was only the beginning. After his eventful visit, where him and Charlie both agreed to make an effort, he was in the hotel more. While he spent time with his daughter he always saw Y/N, he was great company to have, always so sweet. It was hard to admit they had growing feeling for him, how could they? He was her bosses father and the king of hell.

It only became worst after the hotel was destroyed and was rebuilt, during the process of rebuilding it, Lucifer moved in. Though Y/N believed it would be a blessing in disguise. You guys were frequently hanging out together, he was always so sweet, he loved to help cook and back with you. Y/N was very thankful for that considering how many more people were not in the hotel, but, this only has their feeling grow more…both their feelings. Lucifer would be lying if he said he didn’t like Y/N they were a dove…the light in the dark.

There were many nights they work yourself too hard and feel alseep in the kitchen only to wake up on one of the couches with a blanket they recognized…it belong to Lucifer. Each time they wanted to keep it, it smelled just like him, but, each time they returned it. They leave it folded with a nice little note. Lucifer loved the notes keeping them in a box, he also sleeps with each blanket, he smell of your are your perfume is intoxicating.

Though pretty much everyone was aware of both their feelings for each other neither would admit it, so in fashion of the residents of the hotel, they decided to help by dropping small (rather obvious) hints, though Charlie was the most discreet about her hints, mainly at hinting at things to you both like, similar interests you things both like. One thing Y/N took of something from Charlie’s and from Lucifer himself…he seem to really love ducks, from gifting them rubber ducks and leaving rubber ducks around the hotel.

One night after making up on the couch with a certain blanket on them, they had to thank him and a perfect idea came into their head. They Return the blanket back with another note, Y/N quickly made their way into the kitchen, ready to bake their morning away for Lucifer’s surprise.

TIME SKIP

Lucifer woke up to the sound of soft knocking, he recognized this knock, it was Y/N’s. He quickly shot up out of his bed running to the door. He nearly swung open the door to see your face, what a perfect thing to make up to, “good morning do-“ Lucifer stopped mid sentence noticing a gray with a cover in their hands, he looked back up at their E/C eyes. “What’s that?” He asked curiously. Y/N could help but smile he looked so handsome after waking up. (He wears duckie pajamas.) “may I come in?” Y/N asked happily, Lucifer blushed softly and nodded his head moving out of the way of the door “o-of course come in!”

Y/N walked in admiring his room, it was so elegant looking, they then turned to face him “I want to say thank you for always taking care of me, not leaving me to sleep in the kitchen floor means a lot to me, so, I want to say thank you.” They said as they placed the tray down on the dresser. “And I know you love ducks so..” Y/N them wiped off the cover revealing 6 cupcakes! Not just any cupcakes, they were Vanilla cupcakes with yellow frosting and on top were little ducks made of frosting. Lucifer looked wides eyed at them, before look at their smiling face. “You made these for me?” He asked softly.

“Of course!” They said happily, you’ve always helped me out and you mean a lot to me..” Lucifer stay quiet before quickly hugging them tight. “Thank you Y/N..” he said softly, the hug caught Y/N by surprise but they quickly hugged back a soft blush on their face. “Anything for you..”

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[lowkeyrobin]

MORGAN DAVIES ; behind the scenes

summary ; childhood friends to lovers with actor pookies 🤞

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk specifically how the others act irl because I obviously don't know them personally, be aware that they might be a little out of character ; Conan Gray references, reader is described to have positive sensory experiences with hair and scratchy/fuzzy textures cause why not

requested by ; @callsignwidow

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

"Hey Morg!" You smile, seeing your long-time friend leave the set, walking towards you. "How's it going?" You ask, handing him a bag of takeout food you'd just picked up for him.

He accepts it graciously with a smile. He's dressed in a blue sweatshirt and black pants, a few droplets of fake blood splattered across his blonde hair. "Thank you! And good, you wanna come up?" He asks, pointing back at the apartment complex where the movie was being shot in.

You nod with a shrug, "Yeah, let's go enter the demon possessed apartment complex"

He pats your shoulder, pulling you inside to hide away from the scorching New Zealand heat. You walk up the multiple flights of stairs, reaching the filming floor. You're happily greeted by Gabrielle and Nell, the two having been eating lunch in the hallway. Alyssa and Lily were finishing up a scene inside, prompting you to take a seat with them and Morgan.

He opens the bag and shares the chips and gauc with the girls, and opens up the styrofoam box to reveal his quesadillas.

"Those are the greasiest quessadillas I've ever seen" Gabrielle chuckles, watching Morgan use one of the shitty napkins in the bag to dab away some of the grease.

"It's Taco Bell, of course it's greasy!" He exclaims, taking a bite of the cheesey tortilla. "Right, Y/n?"

You quickly nod, rushing to his defense.

"What point are you trying to prove?"

"I dunno"

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"You showed up just to ruin shit for me! I tried leaving all of you in the past for a reason! I wish you'd just stay in my memories, go away!" You shout, "There's no reason to think we could ever exist again. Get over it!"

Tears run down your cheeks and neck, dark, artificial circles under your eyes. Tear stains cover the outer corners of your eyes. Your hands were balled into fists, fingers clenched so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.

"Cut!"

You exhale, shaking hands with your costar as you step off the set. Your familiar blonde friend rushes to your side to hug you, cheering on your performance.

"That was crazy! You're so like, it's surreal when you act like that, really." A smile painting his face, arms slung around your shoulders.

The shorter, faded sides of his mullet scratch your jaw a bit, a weird comfort you found in his hugs. His hugs were always so warm and welcoming, so scratchy and fuzzy, like that childhood nostalgia of TV static. He didn't mind your hands getting lost in his hair, he knew the sensory was a positive stimulation for you, something that grounded you.

"That was so good! Holy fuck!" He smiles, patting you on the back as you fully exit your character's state of mind and thoughts, and separate theirs from yours. "That's impressive, really. You on-command cry so well!" He chuckles, patting your cheeks a few times to show you some physical love.

"Thank you, thank you" You lightly smile, accidently looking down at his lips a little too long before looking back up at his eyes.

The directors, producers, and cameramen all had their backs facing you, giving some sense of privacy as you two talk. You'd finally finished the day around nine, your tiredness apparent to Morgan. You stand far off to the side, out of everyone's way.

"C'mon, I'll take you home" He offers, leading you outside as you nod.

You'd walked here. You wanted to go home with him and just jump in your bed and sleep. You'd been up since nearly four this morning to finish up the final scenes of this movie you were working on. Finally, though, it was over.

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On the car ride home, which was luckily within two hours of the final set you were on for the passion project movie you were starring in, it was relatively quiet. You couldn't sleep in the car, you rest your head against the seatbelt, and stare out the window, watching all the trees and lamp posts on the side of the highway pass by.

The blonde, driving, let you connect your phone to the radio to play music. You'd been playing some calmer music, considering you were tired and weren't in for anything upbeat.

Morgan knew the location of your home like the back of his hand, like you were his second home, because you were. Being so close for so long created a weird string between you two, something so lovely and fuzzy inside the both of you.

You drink the bottled love water out of the cupholder in the center console, which he'd brought just for you. Even though it was still cold from being in the fridge, it bubbled a warmth inside your stomach. A warmth that reminded you of the person sitting next to you. The person who gave you unconditional love and support through everything.

You end up falling asleep halfway through the drive, which he notices quickly. As you arrived at your destination, however, he had to make a decision. Either wake you up, or ruffle through your belongings, get your house keys, and carry you inside as carefully as possible.

Of course, he picked the latter.

Luckily enough, the interior lights turning on as he parked the car didn't awake you, clearly fallen into a deep slumber. He opens the door to your residence, then carries your backpack of belongings inside, then finally, you. He carefully lays you on your bed, then covers you with a light blanket that sat at the foot of your mattress.

He runs a hand through his hair before you stir, catching him off gaurd. He fills with worry and guilt, not having wanted to wake you up at all.

"Thanks, Morg" You mumble, hiding your eyes in your arm, shielding yourself from the light pouring in from the hallway and the lamp nearby. "You can spend the night if you wanna"

"Okay" He nods, "I'll be out on the couch if you need me" He turns around, walking towards your door before you stop him.

"No, like-" You speak, rubbing your eyes a bit before he quickly turns off the lamp for you. "-You can lay in here. You don't have to sleep on the couch. We've been friends for like, ever, it's fine"

"That's the problem" He mumbles

"Huh?" You hum, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lighting, looking up at him.

He lightly sighs, "I don't wanna be just friends. Okay? And that's awful of me to say, considering you probably won't remember this because you're exhausted and we've been only friends for so long. Anyways, I'm... I'm gonna go sleep on the couch, if you need anything"

"Morgan-"

"What?"

"Come lay down, you dork"

"What?"

You roll your eyes and flop back down onto your pillow. "Get your ass to sleep next to me before I knock you out myself"

"Loud and clear," He replies, quickly scurrying to your side after turning the hallway light off. He toes his shoes off at the end of the bed and climbs into it with you, keeping distance. "So about..."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, love" You reply, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

Astonished, only a singular select word is able to leave his lips.

"Goodnight"

[missuswalker]

Hi, can I request an angst for Kit Walker x female reader where they are both patients in Briarcliff and starting to have romantic feelings for each other please? Thank you

𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: you and kit were both unjustly thrown into briarcliff and you’ve bonded over that, maybe more than you should

angst/comfort

♰ warmings: mentions of death

♰ notes: ilhsm he’s so husband 🤭

it was quiet this morning, other patients whispering to each other about something you would ever care to know. “mornin’,” kit sighs, dropping down next to you at the chess table. a few people glance your way, but you pay no mind to it, just scratching at the wooden leg of the table. “you ever gonna actually play this?” he asks, picking up one of the chess pieces, setting it on your arm. your gaze stays fixed on the table’s leg, but you shrug. “no. don’t know how.”

kit sighs, moving the piece back to the board. “you wanna learn? i can teach ya’ how,” kit offers, beginning to move the pieces to their designated squares. “no, thank you,” you mumble. he was quiet from a moment, examining your dull eyes, one’s that are usually happy and hopeful when he’s around. all day you had be thinking about how long you’ve been here. about how you’re not going to get out. they were emotionally draining thoughts, but they were thoughts you had to have at some point.

“what’s your deal,” kit says jokingly, trying to lighten the somber mood. upon your lack of response, thoughts of his own settle into his mind. did you finally fall for the other patients’ bullshit about him being a murderer? he frowns, stiffening in his seat. you were the one person he didn’t want to believe this. he stopped caring about the others a long time ago. “y’know you can tell me what’s on your mind,” he continues, not wanting to give you up, his one real friend in this place.

your silence does not waver, the only change being the force of your nails being pushed into the already-chipped wood of the table leg. kit simply stands, walking away. he tried to convince himself that he didn’t want to be around you, anyways. taking one last look at you, he sees that your face was now buried in your arms, hidden from his view. as much as he wanted to come rub your back, get you to look at him, he believed that it wasn’t what you’d want, that you never wanted to see him again. he had truly convinced himself that you thought he was a killer.

as soon as he left, though, you were silently begging him to stay. you didn’t want to talk, you just wanted to be near him, take comfort in his presence. you really, really liked kit. he was the little bit of good in all this bad that had kept you going for so long. his stupid dad jokes were all it took to get you to smile, and you were beginning to realize that no one but you could ever laugh at something like that. when his smile was all you could think about, you knew you wanted more from him than just a friendship.

♰

you had kitchen duties tonight, which you believed to be the worst thing in life. once you enter the kitchen, though, is when your mind changes. “kit,” you grin, obviously feeling a little better than you previously had. you expected a hey or a smile, but, instead, he just ignored you, kneading at the dough in front of him. it’s not like he didn’t hear you, he heard you loud and clear. he could recognize your voice from a mile away. he just didn’t want to talk to you. as odd as it was for him, you accepted it, considering you’d done the same thing earlier. you gave him some space, working on some dough on the opposite side of the counter.

“you won’t even stand by me,” he says, his voice nearly breaking at the end. he couldn’t help but think you were afraid of him. you furrow your brows, moving to the other side of the counter, now right next to him. “christ, just go back to where you were,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “i thought you wanted me to stand here,” you say growing frustrated with kit’s unusual behavior. “you’re only standin’ here because you feel like you have to,” he scoffs, eyes fixed on his hands and the dough.

you frown for what felt like the hundredth time today, rolling your eyes. “i want to stand here,” you defend, getting back to work. after a moment of silence, kit glances at your agitated face. he didn’t like that you didn’t look happy to be with him, that you weren’t going on one of your tangents about a random thing that interested you. “i thought you believed me, y’know. i thought we were friends, or somethin’.”

“what the hell are you talking about, kit,” you huff, glancing at him with a completely confused look. “i know you’re thinkin’ i’m gonna hurt you, ‘cause you let those people tell you i’m a killer,” his says, moving his hands to grip the edge of the countertop. “what? where’d you get that from,” you ask with a sigh, shaking your head. “you wouldn’t even look at me this morning, when you got in here you stood as far away as you possibly could, and everyone’s been whisperin’ all day.”

“i was just havin’ a bad morning, kit, you’re not the only fucking one with problems in your life,” you blurt, regretting what you said immediately, not wanting to hurt his feelings, though you didn’t take it back. he tries to read your expression, the same silence falling over the two of you again. instead of receiving a harsh comeback, you just feel gentle arms snake around your waist. you wanted to fight it, you were trying to be upset with him, but how could you? “i’m sorry, angel, i just got caught up in my own head. you’re right, you have problems too, and i should’ve thought about that.”

turning around to face him, you wrap your own arms around him. why was he so goddamn irresistible? he offers you a sweet smile, hoping to make up for the rocky start to the day. “you wanna talk about anything?” he asks, resting his chin on the top of your head, rubbing your back in slow, comforting motions. this was your kit, the everyday kit that would be effortlessly kind. “i dunno. i was just thinkin’ ‘bout life,” you say, though he could see right through you. “i don’t wanna die in here, kit,” you finally admit, letting your head rest against his chest. “i get it. i know how you feel, but i won’t let you die in here. i’m gonna get you out,” he promises, kissing your temple.

“look at me. i swear i’ll get you out of this place,” he says, lifting your chin. your sad eyes were enough to break his heart, but when you gave him that little smile, he knew it was over for him. he’d been trying hard not to fall for you, your wits and charms, but he had lost that battle a while back. he wanted to kiss you so bad, but he didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability. you seemed to have other plans. as you pulled his face down, he hesitated, but ultimately leaned down the rest of the way, connecting your lips. after that, you both knew where your hearts belonged.

once you pull away, he has this big, stupid smile on his face. you laugh at the look, looking down at your feet. “you still got somethin’ on your mind, whatcha’ thinkin’ about,” he asks, smoothing out your hair with his big hand. “nothing, just same thing i was thinking this morning. i wanna get out of here so bad. i want a family, i’ve wanted a little girl since i was a kid,” you ramble, thinking about how nice it would be to have your own house, a dog or a cat, and a baby of your own. kit pretends to think for a moment, before saying, “i think i can make that happen.”

you scoff, smacking his chest with the back of your hand. “you hush,” you laugh, but your laugh quiets as he holds a serious face. it was hard to tell if he was joking or if he meant it, but it looked more and more like the latter ever second that went by. “i think i love you,” he admits, his tone completely serious. “what?” you ask, stuck in that moment of shock. he gives you those brown puppy eyes, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. “i do,” he says, now kissing the open palm of your hand.

“i think i love you too, then.”

pt 2

i love this man so much he can knead my dough

[htchnr]

♰ interstate love ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜmasterlist. ✮ꜜbuy me a coffee!

content warning Ash's scheme to get you in his lap ⋆ drinking ⋆ Ash's obsession with beer ⋆ 9 million pet names ⋆ he's kinda insufferable and awful ⋆ but he's awfully cute and we love this old man anyway ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary requested by a lovely anon ; may I please request something along the lines of older ash being soft with a younger s/o who is an painter. Maybe the reader paints him and he teases her...? wordcount 1,2k.

authors note i went with drawing instead of painting for this, as i thought it fit better — but UHG i love how this turned out 🫠😩 y'all PLEASE flood my inbox with Ash requests, i'm gonna single hand-idly revive the Ash fandom 🤠

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the trailer was quiet, Ash had gone out for a beer run and you were left in silence. you didn't mind, cause that gave you some time alone to draw.

your pencil sketched mindlessly across the paper of your sketch book, and in a few minutes you realised you were drawing Ash. he did have such nice features, his sharp nose and those sweet brown eyes. and since you see him daily, it was easy to draw from memory.

✮ꜜ : ❛

time flew while you drew, sketching his various features onto the paper as you hummed a song to yourself. you hadn't realised how long it had been until the trailer door swung open, Ash coming through with a few cases of beer in his arms. " heya sweet cheeks, " he calls out, setting the beer aside and grabbing two cans.

he looks up from the cases, having not heard your response. he looks around, finding you tucked comfortably into the couch, sketching away. he huffs with a smile, he always wonders what you're drawing whenever he notices it.

he cracks open one can, taking a large chug before walking over to you. you were so into the drawing that you barely noticed him coming in, let alone standing so close — a surprised sound leaving your lips as he sits down next to you with a grunt, an arm swung behind you over the back of the couch.

" oh hey, didn't notice you were back, " you breathe, closing your sketch book and holding your hand out to accept the beer. you set your sketch book aside as you crack the can open, closing your eyes as you take a large swig. it's so warm outside of and in the trailer, the cold beer is very welcome.

you open your eyes once you swallowed, finding Ash's eyes on you with that damn look on his face — like he's either up to something or literally dying to ask something. " what? " you squint your eyes at the older man beside you, taking a sip of your beer. you did not like this look.

he throws back what appears to be half his beer in one go, eyes remaining on you. " nothin', just wondering what's got you so hooked on that book, didn't even hum when i came in, " he responds, and that confirms your suspicion.

you shrug, trying to scoot your thigh over the book beside you on the couch. " just drawing, you know how concentrated i can get. " you take another sip.

now it's his turn to squint his eyes at you, " what's got your panties in a twist, dollface? " his face is mere inches from yours. an exaggerated 'thinking' look on his face. " you drawing me naked? " his smirk splits into that damn sleazy grin of his.

you shove against his shoulder and huff, " pff, you wish old man. " as you throw the remainder of your beer back, chucking the empty can into the trashcan beside the couch.

he pouts, throwing his beer back too, and missing the trashcan as he chucks the can. " damnit Ash, what did we talk about? you've got shit aim stop chucking things around. " you grumble, standing up from the couch to pick up the can and throw it in the trash.

for a moment you're expecting him to whistle or make a lame comment as you bend over to grab the can, but the moment you look back up from the floor you see why he's not — he's nabbed your sketchbook and is flitting through it.

your eyes widen, moving back to the couch. " hey! give that back! " you huff, kneeling beside him on the couch, but he merely grins, holding the book out of reach. " oh come on, " you swat his chest, one hand on his shoulder and the other trying to grab the book from him.

but his arms are longer, the book is out of reach. you let out a yelp as his right arm wraps around your waist, easily pulling you to straddle his lap from your position. " come on baby, let me see what's in it, " he pouts, his right arm tightening around your waist as he looks up at you.

you sigh, one hand resting on his chest. " if you wanted me in your lap you could've just said so, " you grumble, contemplating if you want him to look through the book or not. though, you know despite his teasing and occasionally slightly insufferable personality he'd comply if you said you really didn't want him looking through it. his hips buck up teasingly into yours.

he chuckles, chest moving beneath your hand. " oh peach, i always want you in my lap, " while that stupid grin stretches across his lips, his eyes are looking for any signs that he's overstepping. you've always liked that about him, he's very observant of the people he pesters — you especially.

you give him another second, watching those horrible sweet brown eyes before sighing, leaning forward to lay your head on his shoulder. " fine, you can look through it. " you just know his grin increased in size, his left hand coming down in front of him so he can actually see the book.

you watch from your comfortable position as he flits through the sketchbook, occasionally looking at some drawings longer than others, surprised and appreciative hums coming from him. " wow, these are amazing! " he exclaims, the arm around your waist adjusting so he can use his right hand as well, the metal hand holding the book carefully.

you just bury your face into the crook of his neck, the overpowering smell of his aftershave washing over you. you could never react properly when people complimented your work, it just felt strange to you.

he flicks through the last few pages, before stopping at the page you had just been working on. you felt his whole body tense beneath you. oh god, he hates them doesn't he? he's uncharacteristically quiet for a few minutes, and your mind is racing.

you look up from his neck, eyes meeting the side of his face, his eyes wide and this strange look between shock and amazement on his face. " Ash ..? " you poke his chest, is he malfunctioning?

he blinks when you poke him, as if you poked him back into motion. " you drew me? " and for the first time in a while you can place the tone in his voice. you think it's positive?

you swallow, " yeah, i was bored while you were out and just kinda came from my pen by itself, " you explain, watching his features slowly change. " you've got pretty memorable features, " you let out a breathy laugh.

you look between him and the paper, now that you had them side by side, even you were shocked at how well you had captured him. the drawing were nearly identical to him. " do you, like them? " you ask hesitantly.

he blinks, setting the sketchbook down and looking up at you. " do i like them? " he repeats. you swallow again and nod. " are you kidding me? " you blink, your heart starting to sink a little. " they're incredible, dollface! " he hugs you tightly, both arms around your waist.

you let out a relieved sigh that turned into a laugh, " yeah? you really like them? " you pull away, a sparkle in his pretty eyes.

he nods, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. " when they're done, can i hang them up? " his face looks childishly hopeful. you're always amazed at how young he can look in moments like these despite his age.

you shrug, " sure, if you want to, " his eyes light up. " you really wanna stare at your own mug on paper all day? " you squint your eyes, and his grin returns at your playfulness.

he pulls you in closer, his breath fanning across your lips. " you draw me so flatteringly, how could i not? " he presses a peck against your lips. " besides, it looks like i dropped a few pounds, " he laughs, causing your body to move along with his as the fit of laughter reverberates through him.

you swat his chest, a reluctant smile on your lips. " you're awful, " a breathy laugh leaving you as you shake your head.

Ash's hands move to your hips, teasingly pushing his up into yours, " ah, but you love that about me baby, " he grins, that awful, shit eating grin on his face.

you shake your head with a smile, leaning in to press your lips against his, " i guess i do, huh? "

[samicoke]

Contents \-(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)-/

Rules ⚝

Requests 𖦹ᯅ𖦹 (send in my inbox or msg)

My writing ꩜

Series ♰

Work in Progress ´ཀ`

Others ⚰︎

Will not write: smut(no hate to writers that do write it) or disgusting topics. Your request will be deleted. 😊

In your request, lmk if you want it to be based off the movie or irl(for mayhem). atp it’s two different things. I don’t mind writing series so feel free to send some! 

note - some will be in 1st pov others will be in 3rd pov.

• Euronymous | Mayhem 

• Dead | Mayhem | Morbid 

• Necrobutcher | Mayhem 

• Varg | Mayhem | Burzum 

(any members of Mayhem included)

Others: Rock, Black Metal & Metal bands

MAYHEM 🦇

Varg Vikernes: “With You.” (F & Rm)

Pelle ohlin: “Fallen For You.”(F) | “Final Goodbye.” (A)

Øystien aarseth: none

METALLICA 🎸

Lars Ulrich: “Jealousy” (A ->F)

HANOI ROCKS 🪩

Micheal monroe: “Fresh Start” (A -> F)

GUNS N ROSES 🥀

Axl rose: “Acceptance” (P) || “Supportive” (P)

DARKTHRONE 🕷️

Nocturnal culto: “Empty Field.” (F)

nothing so far…

Micheal monroe — “Silly days” (✶)

Razzle Dingely — “Silly Days” (✶)

Slash — “Disappearance” (A)

• author notes •

Request are open! Tysm 4 ur kind words!

Dividers creds: user drizztdohurtin

f-fluff - comforting, heartwarming a-angst - arguments, heartbreak, sad stuff p-platonic sibling/family/band members rm-romance - dates, first times, d-drama - fights (lol), drama w/diff ppl ✶ - extra, random, funny (?) idk

[semisgroupie]

VENUS REMAKES: PERVERTS MAKE THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND

♰ I’m remaking this little event bc I absolutely love writing perverts and I want to take advantage of the energy I have to want to write!! Now you may ask, ‘venus, why do you love perverts so much?’ Well, they come in all shapes and sizes!! There’s the blatantly obvious ones that take underskirt photos of you where anyone could see! There’s the inconspicuous ones that seem so kind and sweet but have their own collection of your used panties!

♰ PLEASE BLOCK #venus4kremake IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE BOTHERED WITH THIS!

RULES:

♰ you MUST have your age in your bio or somewhere I can see it

♰ please check out my rules and limits before sending in a request (or you can ask beforehand!)

♰ i am only accepting 10 requests to start bc i have a HORRIBLE habit of not finishing what i’ve started

♰ so that also means one request per person/ask so everyone can have a fair chance!

♰ my current fandoms are: jjk, bleach, blue lock, and haikyuu (i also write for mha and tokyo revengers but not as often)

EXAMPLES

♰ here’s some examples of what i have written for this event when i first made it:

pervy roommate!kunigami

pervy roommate!grimmjow

pervy neighbor!toji

SLOTS (5/10 filled)

♰ pervert!karasu tabito

♰ pervy!stepson!megumi fushiguro

♰ pervert!yuuji itadori

♰ pervert!bandmate!semi eita

♰ pervert!alexis ness

[n4talia-chaparro]

✦‧₊˚ ERM hi !! My name is Nat, and welcome to my blog !! I'm just a random artist who draws stuff for fun ! :"]

꒰🎧꒱ ५◦ INTRODUCTION ★

: ̗̀➛ Natalia/Natty/Nat

: ̗̀➛ she/they || minor (17)

: ̗̀➛ Puerto Rican

: ̗̀➛ artist, animator, writer & roleplayer

: ̗̀➛ autistic

꒰💿꒱ ५◦ FACTS ABOUT ME ★

✦ I'm part of the animation meme community. If you ever see a YT channel with a similar name and cringy art style that's me lol

✦ BIG FAN OF ANALOG HORROR AND INDIE HORROR GAMES <333

✦ a Jerry Citizen and Mr. Fyde kinnie !! >_<

✦ I get heavily hyperfixated with my CU AU more than anything else :D

✦ English isn't my first language :<

✦ I'm very sensitive to harsh and rude people :[

꒰🧷꒱ ५◦ WHAT DOES THIS BLOG CONTAIN ★

This blog contains things like art, animation, rambles, etc. It may also contain cringy au dumping. If you don't like what I post, immediately stay away from my content. It's my space. Not yours 💫

It's not suitable for any underage users either. If you are 11 or lower you will be blocked immediately.

But please keep this in mind my blog is NOT 18+ and will never be. This blog was made for me to share my art, AUs, and make new friends for fun ! If you are a little (or therian) discovering my stuff for the first time pls don't be scared. I'm just a friendly person (flip). I don't bite, I promise ^_^

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꒰🩻꒱ ५◦ CURRENT HYPERFIXATIONS ★

Captain Underpants/TETOCU, DogMan, Big Nate, DOAWK, MLP, Analog horror, Silent Hill, Mandela Catalogue, The Walten Files, Gemini Home Entertainment, Alfred's Playhouse (‼️I do NOT support Emily Youcis or her actions‼️), The Vomitgore Trilogy, Pretty Blood, etc.

♡₊˚ ˗ˏˋ FAV AESTHETICS ´ˎ˗ ✧.*

Kidcore, clowncore, scenecore, weirdcore/dreamcore, frutiger aero/metro, cybercore, webcore, nostalgiacore, gorecore, vintagecore, vhscore, Y2K and 90s-2000s aesthetic

♡₊˚ ˗ˏˋ FAV ARTISTS ´ˎ˗ ✧.*

Jack Stauber, Lemon Demon, MSI, TDG, Odetari, Asteria, Korn, Rebzyyx, Nirvana, Slipknot, ICP and 6arelyhuman

꒰🥩꒱ ५◦ TYPES OF REQUEST I ACCEPT ★

art, animation, fanfic, headcanon, and stimboard.

WILL DO:

Fluff, SFW agere/little space, ships (oc x canon, oc ships, canon ships), sfw furry/therian and AUs.

WON'T DO:

NSFW/smut, fetishes, offensive/controversial themes, complicated design and background, gross ships, and political bullshit.

꒰🩸꒱ ५◦ DO NOT INTERACT ★

Racists, homophobes/transphobes, maps, zoos, proshippers/comshippers, ableists, fetish artists, NSFW agere, ageplay, anti-therians, anti furries, people who ship Melvin/Melvinborg with Krupp, sensitive snowflakes, etc.

꒰🫀꒱ ५◦ SOCIALS ★

Straw.page: n4tch4ppy

YouTube: Natalia Chaparro

Instagram: n4ttych4ppy

DeviantArt: NataliaChxparro2007

Wattpad: NattyChappy

Discord: Natty (nataliachaparr0)

Tiktok: nataliachaparro07 (not too active)

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‎♡‧₊˚ DM & inbox: open

‎♡‧₊˚ Request: open

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꒰🦷꒱ ५◦ AU / ASK SIDE BLOGS ★

Tbgdotgp (ask, facts/info) - @tbgdotgp-au

Sneedborg (well it is a big comfy agere side blog but also an ask blog) - @sneedborg

K.R members (ask, info, rp) - @ask-the-k-rising-members

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✦‧₊˚ That's all for now. Thanks for reading <33 ☆

[shinigamiiieyes]

hi boy !! could i maybe perhaps get a qingque gifboard OR perhaps even a bailu gifboard THANK YOU

ʚ⋆♰⋆ɞ — hi boy !! i've posted BOTH of them !! enjoy !!

[saintfrality]

hello ˊᗜˋ 、 can i please request a twitter layout of KAngel with a sorta cybercore aesthetic ? please feel free to ignore this ˆ꒳ˆ

thanks a bunch in advance .◜ ⁽ˊᵕˋ⁾

done!!

[cyberzombi3]

Welcome to my account! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ <3

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Hello, My user is cyberzombi3. From what my account will be about is mainly Jujutsu Kaisen! I will allow other fandoms/anime’s, but JJK is my main focus. (I don’t post much so don’t expect daily posts-)

I am a very silly and lazy person, but still feel free to ask for requests or leave comments. (I have messed up grammar)

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𖣠 ⬩age - 18

𖣠 sexuality / pronouns - bisexual/

Aroace. She/her

⬩anything - loves anime! Listens to music for comfort. At home artist.

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⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 - 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

♱*.ﾟ🎧⚝‧,₊˚🕷️✮𖤐📟🕸️,.♰༻⋆｡°✩..

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

𝟓𝟎% █████▒▒▒▒▒

𝟕𝟎% ███████▒▒▒

𝟏𝟎𝟎% ██████████

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞!

♱*.ﾟ🎧⚝‧,₊˚🕷️✮𖤐📟🕸️,.♰༻⋆｡°✩..

꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷

⪩⪨✮𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒚✩⪩⪨

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ 🧸 ♡♱𓆪

⪩⪨✮𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒌𝒊✩⪩⪨

˙𓆩♪⛧₊˚🎧 ﾟ₊⛧♪ 𓆪˙

⪩⪨✮𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒇𝒆𝒚✩⪩⪨

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

⪩⪨✮𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒅✩⪩⪨

⋆★⋆🧸🪐 ⋆★ ⋆

꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷

ˡᵒᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗˢ..﹖ ⋆｡°✩*️✮⋆｡°✩

⋘ Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ⋙

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

♡ENJOY!!♡

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I post sensitive content!

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈••┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈•

I will post adult content, such as smut. But don’t worry I also do angst, fluff, and more! :3

But with that being said, please no minors. I know this announcement won’t stop some minors, so PLEASE don’t let me know that your a minor, or else I will block you ^^

If you have a problem with this announcement please block me, it won’t change my rules. MINORS ARE STILL NOT WELCOME. Just don’t let me catch you on my account I guess

*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶*

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My rules in this account!

What I won’t accept/allow.

‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧

• things about shit, piss, throw up, etc.

• minor x adult. (Pro-shipping or pedophilia)

• charater x charater.

• real life people.

• very very explicit smut.

‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧

Things I will accept/allow

‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧

•smut, angst, fluff

•female/male reader x character

•gay/lesbian relationships

•different au’s

•spanking/BDSM

‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧

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♡ Characters I do ♡

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

•Satoru gojo (aged up only)

•Suguru geto (aged up only)

•Kento Nanami (aged up only)

•Leiri shoko (aged up only)

•Lori Utahime (aged up only)

•Fushiguro toji

•Ryōmen Sukuna

•Kamo choso

•mei mei

💗♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅••⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡💗

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩Slashers ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

•Micheal Myers

•Billy Lenz

•Billy loomis

•Stu matches

•Brahms heelshire

•Thomas Hewitt

•bubba sawyer

(I would normally add more characters but I’m slowly loosing interest in slashers. So if you want me to do any other one just ask me! ^^)

💗♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅••⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡💗

⋆ ˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚

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Am I taking requests?

꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷

YES! At the moment I am taking requests and I would love to see your ideas! I’m not so much of a creative person so I would love to see some ideas for me to do! As long as you follow my rules then I’ll do it! Also, when wanting other charater’s that I said aren’t on the list, please don’t make them minors. If they are then at least say an aged up au? Or something! I don’t like writing about minors and I refuse to do so. (I STILL WONT DO IT IF IT’S A MINOR.)

꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷

Also, if you want me to do different fandoms, just ask! I’m watching chainsaw man and Bungo stray dogs at the moment so feel free to request. My head cannons or plots will be CANNON!! ^^

With that being said…

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

｡⋆⸜ 🎧༉‧₊ requests are open!🕯️❀༉ ♱*.ﾟ.

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

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Good bye ml. ♡

(SORRY FOR MISSPELLING AND MESSED UP GRAMMAR)

⭑ ★ ⭑ ˗ ˏˋ ❀ ´ˎ ˗ ⭑ ★ ⭑ ❁˖⁺‧₊˚❁˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚❁˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚❁˚₊‧⁺˖❁ ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ─── ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ ⭒❃.✮:▹ ◃:✮.❃⭒ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ ⋆♱✮♱⋆ ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ ‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧ ★⋆. ࿐࿔ ♱⋰ ⋱✮ ✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𖦹:･ﾟ⋆｡°⭒✩･:*:｡ ͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ 🕸 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆｡°✩🕸 ⋆⑅˚₊✮⋆｡°✩ ⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭 ✶࿐

- made by: cyberzombi3

[wenumsmol]

☾༺♰༻☽ smol/deth✢blk✢full-grown adult devil✢she/they ☾༺♰༻☽

AuDHD🌈♾ Nation! All my neurospicy ladies, theydies, and gentlemen gather here! (If I say something out of context, just know I said the rest in my head and ask for clarification. IYKYK.Fᵤcₖᵢₙg ₛₒcᵢₐₗ cᵤₑₛ)

☾༺♰༻☽Blog content: Regular reblogs, anime, music, and fanfiction recommendations as well as my own fanfiction and art creations are all posted here. I looove interacting with mutuals and readers of my fics. Don't be shy to comment or message me about stuff!

☾༺♰༻☽Important things to take note of: I do not accept writing requests. I write what's in my heart and on my mind at my own pace. This is simply a place where I share those things with others who may enjoy it so please be respectful and practice patience. All characters I write about are aged up so if you don't like that concept, please do not interact with me. Also, minors and ageless blogs should definitely refrain from interacting. This is an Adult and Dark Content blog where themes are not suitable for those audiences. Some of my fics contain graphic and very dark themes. There will always be content warnings at the top of every work, so please read responsibly. If you are easily triggered or do not like dark content such as this, please do not interact. Minors, Trolls, and Ageless blogs will be blocked.

☾༺♰༻☽ Since this is a multi-fandom blog, here are some of the fandoms I usually interact with. I may have missed some but these are the most frequent:

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

My Hero Academia

Wind Breaker

Devils Line

Demon Slayer

Hell's Paradise

Wind Breaker

Trigun Stampede

☾༺♰༻☽[Masterlist (includes: SFW/NSFW/dark content)]

☾༺♰༻☽[Art (includes:SFW/NSFW versions will be tagged with twitter links)]

I do not give permission to repost, edit, or claim my works in any way shape, or form. Do not advertise my works on TikTok.

Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.

Wenumsmol on AO3.

[yocioon]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝟑𝟓𝟎𝐙 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄

[ before you follow | blog rules ! ]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱

( ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ )⠀please read everything that is listed below. therefore, if you ever have any questions or concerns you won’t be afraid to dm them to me. and, i will try my best to answer them at a timely manner.

⠀❝⠀⠀⌗⠀BEFORE YOU FOLLOW .ᐟ

꒰ ★̶̲ ꒱⠀yes, i do indeed make selfships with my favorite idols. if that’s a problem then gtfo cus TRUST they would not give two fucks bro. it ain’t hurting anyone. me doing this shit is the same thing as people writing “x reader” or “y/n” fanfics since “y/n” LITERALLY means your name, aka you. we’re all here to be corny and cringey, and to escape from the reality we live, so stfu abt it or leave. i promise no one gives a shit.

꒰ ★̶̲ ꒱⠀i don't necessarily mind if my works are posted on other platforms, as long as proper credit is given (ex: tiktok). i also don't mind translations either considering the fact i speak spanish myself. however, if i find a work of mine posted to a different platform, or even on here, without any proper credit, then there will be a problem.

꒰ ★̶̲ ꒱⠀please do not overly like my posts because tumblr will think i am a bot, when im obviously not. do not like more than five posts at a time because that can/will affect the state of my blog. if you do not listen to this, then i will have no other choice but to block/mute you.

꒰ ★̶̲ ꒱⠀i won't block you if you're a minor because that'd be extremely hypocritical of me since i was introduced to wattpad/smut at a young age. however, it does make me uncomfortable when i'm AWARE of the fact that minors are on my account. so i don't care if it's in your bio, just don't explicitly tell me you're under 18. i am not responsible for what you read on the internet nor am i responsible for you not liking my works. if you don't, then leave cause it wasn't for you in the first place.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✿ 。 ׄ ׅ 𝟶𝟶 ׄ 𓈒 : 𝟶𝟶 ꞌꞋ ۪ ׄ ﹏

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⠀❝⠀⠀⌗⠀WRITING DISCLAIMERS .ᐟ

꒰ ♡ ꒱⠀𝐈 𝑫𝑶 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . fem!readers. masc!readers. smut. dom!reader. switch!reader. (maybe) sub!reader. size differences. unprotected sex. dumbification. spitting. choking. alcohol consumption. drug usage. exhibitionism. voyeurism. violence. gore. praise. corruption. spanking. (pussy) slapping. threesome/polyamorous dynamics. cunnilingus. blow/handjob. degradation. age gap (only when reader and idol are both 20+). cheating. hate fucking. free use (with reassurance).

꒰ ♡ ꒱⠀𝐈 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . anything that is sexual content with minors (seeing as i am nineteen). dubcon. noncon. cnc. incest/stepcest. grape/s3xual 4ssault. pregnancy anything. somnophilia. pedophilia. teacher x student (only teacher x assis. teacher is acceptable). feet kink. piss kink. orgies. ed's. race play. pet play. scat. mpreg. breast feeding. age regression. DDBG. MDBG. suic!de/s3lf h4rm. scat. yandere (this romanticizes ppl with bpd so absolutely not). white readers. eating disorders. domestic abuse. p3dophelia. vore. necrophelia. daddy kink.

꒰ ♡ ꒱⠀this is indeed a multifandom blog, so you will see a wide variety of different groups being written for in here. furthermore, i will start off/mainly write for groups i’m more versed with like bts, ateez, and p1harmony.

꒰ ♡ ꒱⠀i do take requests, prompts, thirsts, and suggestions atm; so feel free to flood my dms idm. just know i won’t get to them in a hasty manor since i am running two blogs, but i will try my best. i never really had, or have, a posting schedule. however, whenever i do post it will most likely be early evening/late at night since i’m a night owl lol.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✿ 。 ׄ ׅ 𝟶𝟶 ׄ 𓈒 : 𝟶𝟶 ꞌꞋ ۪ ׄ ﹏

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⠀❝⠀⠀⌗⠀INTERACTIONS .ᐟ

꒰ ♰ ꒱⠀i block anyone and everyone i deem a weirdo. mutual or not. you write smut for minors? blocked. you write stepcest? blocked. you write yandere? BLOCKED. i genuinely do not give an everlasting fuck. just because this is fictional writing, doesn’t mean you be an absolute weirdo. and using the “dark content” excuse is as lame as middle school white boys defending grape jokes with “dark humor”.

꒰ ♰ ꒱⠀𝐃𝐎 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 . . . wattpad writers/new tumblr users that come from wattpad (y'all r so unoriginal i cant fathom). you write for anything that’s listed in my “i do not write for”. men/male identifying people (this is literally a lesbian account). white people. dsmp fans. stray kids fans (specifically bangchan fans). leia apologists (black swan). kids under 16 (you're a freshman and i'm a young adult, so it makes me a tad bit uncomfortable). racists. white celebrity stans. homophobes. transphobes. fatphobes. ableists. yandere lovers. he/him lesbian haters (kys fr).

⠀genderfluid/nonbinary lesbian haters (kys ×2). female-identifying venom simps (he's literally fucking gay, you're weird). straight female-identifying BL/yaoi readers. coryxkenshin haters (you deserve absolutely nothing). you age up minors to write smut for them. miles morales antis. you anti any of my favs.

꒰ ♰ ꒱⠀my dms are always open, mutuals or not. i’m also always open to being mutuals, meaning you can ask to be mutuals in my inbox, idm. if we’re already mutuals and you feel like i’m not interacting with you enough please do let me know, my bpd ass will assume i’m annoying you and go ghost sometimes so just be aware.

꒰ ♰ ꒱⠀if you’d like to talk more outside of tumblr then you’re always free to ask for my discord. whether it be thru my inbox, or dms, doesn’t matter. though, discord is the only social i will allow for people to ask for. yes, i have my instagram linked but that doesn’t mean i will follow you on it. i never check notifs anyways. only close mutuals will be accepted thru there.

꒰ ♰ ꒱⠀i may come across mean, or as a bitch (i am one). but, trust guys that’s only when you’re a freak or weirdo. i’m nice 55% of the time i swear. just don’t be braindead or dense on beyoncé’s internet and we’ll be fine.

© 𝐘𝓞𝐂𝐈𝓞𝓞𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑⠀♱⠀mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works.

[doll-of-cain]

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What's more about Icafa?

Before you proceed, please be reminded that this account is solely for writing purposes only. Expect literary pieces on her timeline. Messenger is always open: for friendship, conversation, suggestions, and criticisms.

/ eye-cah-fa / of-age / she-her / INFJ

You can call her any nicknames as long as it's not offensive. She's also selective when it comes to accepting friend requests. [ DNI/A: apolitical, misogynist, pro-marcos, supports genoc!de, troll accounts, and problematic individuals. ]

[htchnr]

♰ REQUEST RULES ༻ blog nav.*ೃ

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR, ✮ = really excited to write.

✮ Ash Williams, Evil Dead Movies + Ash vs Evil Dead.

✮ Brisco County Jr, The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.

✮ Chief Dandridge, Hysteria! (2024).

✮ Sam Axe, Burn Notice.

✮ Jet Black, Cowboy Bebop (1998).

✮ Vander, Arcane.

Aaron Hotchner, Criminal Minds.

Aragorn, Lord of The Rings.

Cooper Howard, Fallout TV.

✮ David O'Donnell, Reacher s2.

✮ Eric Beaumont, Ransom.

Jack Shepherd, Lost 2004.

James 'Sawyer' Ford, Lost 2004.

Kelvin Inman, Lost 2004.

✮ Logan Howlett, XMen + DP&W.

✮ Chris Redfield, RE6 + RE8 + Vendetta.

Geralt of Rivia, Witcher 3.

✮ James Sunderland, Silent Hill 2 (remake).

Joel Miller, Last of Us (game).

Phillip Graves, Modern Warfare 2 (2022).

NO'S, THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE.

I will not write, rape, incest, domestic abuse, abuse, mental abuse.

The only exception to domestic abuse/abuse/mental abuse is if it’s briefly mentioned/in the past. For example, someone’s parents were abusive in the past. Or someone was in an abusive relationship.

I will not write pregnancies, giving birth, or having kids per request. i might write a character having a kid (like Hotch and Jack) on my own, but i will not accept requests with these themes.

if you're unsure if i'll write something, you can always just send it in and i'll simply let you know if i will or won't do it!