#but since the reader specifically requested a scenario and not a fic I decided to keep format

[ghysry]

You're asking for requests and what about a reader (who wasn't adopted by Reginald ofc) with the powers of clairvoyance who sees what's gonna happen in season 4 all of it the Lila x five arc and everything and is just like no 😃 and stops it and fixes it (somehow five is the same age physically and mentally as them) so it's a reader x five fic it can be an established relationship to make it more angsty or not up to you!!

angst....I can't!!! I can't do it! I'm sorry guys but this story will not be angsty😭

Tags:

Fluff, comfort, unestablished relationship, five Hargreeves, reader, tua x reader, five x reader, Five is a little bitch

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"Emotion."

What are you doing?

You'd be shocked with how much you can do because you have the power of clairvoyance. You, yes you, had single handedly warned the others of the imminent danger their sibling, Viktor, would impose. You saw it when you closed your eyes, the world ending, a paradox. Had Five not gone here, had you not followed him, had he not created this, had he not created that.. That's not to say clairvoyance doesn't have its downsides, though. The memories keep on repeating, when Five jumps forward in time, when Five goes back in time, when Five...when Five..

Oh, don't you know?

It was driving you fucking insane. Every time you blinked that picture of Lila and Five kissing surrounded by strawberries in this safe haven of intricate wood painted white to look cutesy, her throwing strawberries at him, he, smiling. He smiled for god's sake - not in the sadistic homicidal way that you were so used to, but he smiled because he fell in love, in love with a woman he spent maybe seven years with, while he could barely muster a hello towards your way when you spent roughly forty years together in a shitty apocalypse?

Don't you know you'll be my ruin?

But, what could you do? They were already speaking, Lila was already a part of the family, you, not so much. You almost felt bad for Diego, no, you did feel bad for Diego, in all of the scenarios your power could have put you in, it decided to put you in this one. Choosing between telling your feelings (of which you can barely do) to a man who you're not even sure likes you back to fix this mess, or biting your tongue and letting it happen.

You got me crying,

For now though, while you're stuck in this shitty hotel you know will cause the reset of the universe, you have no choice but to keep your mouth shut until the right time approaches for you to strike. See, clairvoyance is a balance, it should always be a balance. It's why your mother always told you never to tell people what you can really do, because if you had, most if not everyone would have been surrounding you now asking you what happens next. It was the peace that kept you quiet about your power, even if it meant lying about it.

Crying again..

Thankfully though, now was the right time. Ben, the sparrow, had been alone for quite a while, sitting by himself while everyone else went about their way, Lila and Diego a reflection of Luther and Sloane, who had their wedding just a day ago, it was sweet to see honestly, even sweeter to see drunk Five messing around in the hallways physically, and not just through a mirror in your mind. Carefully, you found yourself sat next to the lonely sparrow, looking at him as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat.

When will you let..

"Ben." You started, your throat weirdly dry ever since you've been seeing into this specific future. Your heart beats rather faster than it usually should, but it always has when you have to mess with the timeline. The results would show in your mind's eye once the dirty work was done. "Yea that's me..Ben." His voice snaps you out of your daze once you realize you've been quiet for longer than a minute now. "Don't trust him." You push, your eyes squinting as if to magnify your point. "Trust who?" "Reginald." Ben gulps, audibly. You could practically hear his blood rush throughout his body once he realizes you know. "How did you..?" He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't trust him." Is all you answer, before walking away.

You spend an extended time in your room with a headache you knew was coming. It was always like this after you alter time in your own way, like telling Ben not to trust Reginald, some change, some don't. Unfortunately for you, what doesn't change is Lila and Five kissing it out in that damn strawberry garden. You can't even bring yourself to eat strawberries anymore, it's honestly traumatizing. Thankfully though, because of you telling Ben all this, the outcome has changed once more. From Luther and Klaus dying, only Klaus dies. From Five thinking Allison made a deal to kill Luther, Five now only thinks Allison made a deal..of some sort.

Five..

Okay, this is dumb. Well, you walking to Five and grabbing him by the wrist, huffing out a "we have to talk" is certainly dumb on a whole lot of degrees, even worse when you both find yourselves in a quiet room, you seated on the bed, him pacing around in the room. "Is this about something important? Because the world is ending right outside," You can't help it anymore. "I don't want you around Lila." You blurt out like word vomit, it was vile enough that you actually covered your mouth for a second, and his little chuckle made it even worse. He thinks it's a joke.

"what? Are you jealous? Think she might steal me away-" He almost fully stops dead in his tracks when he realizes you're actually serious about him and Lila, and his eyes soften, finally realizing what you were meaning to say. He clears his throat, causing your soul to jump from your body and bring your attention back, the tips of his ears are awfully red, and he has this look on his face that he's criminally scared to fuck this up. "Well, if that's what you want then I'll always be by your side."

You pause.

"That was a really bad flirt."

"Well excuse me for trying!"

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

hello!! so i know ive never sent in an ask/request but.. ive been following you for a while and i love your writing style!! so i was wondering if youd be comfortable writing something where the mc/reader has tourettes syndrome? as someone who has tics it makes me lowkey sad that i never see any fics that represent that :/ (i think ive maybe read one..) so if youre comfortable with this sort of thing i have 2 scenarios that i was thinking of!!

texts with fem!reader where maybe a friend was trying to set a skz member and reader on a date and reader gets insecure thinking that he might not like her cause of her tics or think its weird? a little angst moment w a happy ending ofc :p

or headcanons/drabble of how you think a skz member(s) would be with an s/o that has tics? how they would handle tic attacks and such yk?

these are just suggestions ofc if you decide to do a reader w tics feel free to do whatever you feel like!! also i have no specific member i prefer just do whoever you see fit! or even ot8 :o

this was longer than i wanted it to be.. im so sorry :(… i love you tho and hope u have a great day/night!

(stay hydrated, you matter <3)

when i got this rec i immediately started working on it, because i think its important for people to know that they are seen. and if through one of my works i could help someone feel seen and cared for than thats what i want to do! in all honesty, i had to do a little research to better understand how to do my best to accurately represent TS; and i know it isn't perfect, but i hope it can at least be enough :) i hope you don't mind I kind of merged both of your ideas, since it came to my mind when i read through this request, and i think its a fun and wholesome way of showcasing this beautiful part about you. i know it must be extremley hard dealing with tourettes, as i've seen it in others lives, and it sometimes might be seen as a hinderance- but you were made this way with purpose, and i don't think that tourettes or anything of the sort should be seen as something ugly- but rather something that shaoes you and makes you you. i know that might seem cliche, but i beleive that differences are what what make people beautiful and i hope with these fics that shines thorugh <3 enjoy!!!

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When Their Blind Date Has Tourettes Syndrome | 3Racha

Tourette Syndrome (TS) is a neurological disorder characterized by repetitive, involuntary movements and vocalizations known as tics. These tics can be motor (such as blinking, head jerking, or facial grimaces) or vocal (such as grunting, throat clearing, or involuntary words or phrases). The severity and frequency of tics can vary greatly from person to person. TS often begins in childhood, and while symptoms can improve with age, they may persist into adulthood. The exact cause is unknown, but genetics and environmental factors are believed to play a role. The condition can often accompanied by other issues like ADHD or OCD.

Warnings: cursing

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Chan

The café was quiet, the kind of serene setting perfect for a blind date. But you couldn’t fully enjoy it- not with your nerves tangled like this.

When Chan arrived, his easy smile and warm energy made it a little easier to breathe, though the thought of what could go wrong lingered at the back of your mind.

He approached with a casual wave, his hoodie slightly oversized, making him look more approachable than you’d expected. “Y/N?” he asked, his Australian accent soft and cozy.

“That’s me,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

“And I’m Chan,” he introduced himself, sliding into the seat across from you. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, same.” You smiled, tugging at the sleeve of your sweater.

The conversation started smoothly, easing into topics about work, hobbies, and mutual friends who had set you two up. But as your tics began surfacing- little jerks of your head, accompanied by muttered syllables- you noticed Chan’s gaze shift slightly. It wasn’t discomfort or judgment, though; it was curiosity, an openness that surprised you.

When a loud, unexpected swear escaped your lips- "Fuck! Shit!"- the words hanging awkwardly between you, your stomach dropped. The moment you’d dreaded was here. You braced yourself, heart racing.

“I…I should explain,” you started, your words hurried. “I have Tourette’s, and- uh - its the coprolalia kind." You laughed nervously. "It’s not all the time, but sometimes - goddammit - I just…swear. I promise I’m not trying to - fucking asshole - be rude or anything. I'm just involuntarily profane on occasion." You finshed with a click of your tongue.

Chan’s eyes softened, his brow furrowing slightly. “Y/N,” he said, his tone light, “you don’t need to apologize. Like you said, it’s not something you can control.”

“I just- I know it can be a lot,” you admitted, your voice wavering. “And I don’t want to mess this up, but…this is part of me, and I can’t always- ” Another tic interrupted you, louder this time. “Fucking hell!” The words burst out, and you winced, unable to stop yourself. “I already really like you,” you confessed in a rush, voice quieter now, “But if this is too much…”

Chan reached out across the table, his hand brushing yours gently. “Hey, Y/N, look at me.” His voice was soft but firm, grounding you. “It’s not too much, okay? You’re amazing, and this doesn’t change that.”

“But what if it gets worse?” you asked, the fear evident in your tone.

He smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Then I guess I’ll have to work on not laughing when you curse better than I do.” He commented, his dimple visible. He tilted his head playfully. “I mean, you’ve already got me beat. I can’t even cuss in my songs unless it’s wordplay.”

Despite yourself, a surprised laugh escaped your lips. The tension eased just a little, the weight of the moment lifting as you realized he wasn’t just accepting- he was embracing this part of you.

The rest of the date was easier after that. You talked about your favorite shows, your shared love of music, and even a bit about his work. But later, as you both stood at the café counter to pay, things took a turn.

A customer bumped into you, and you immediately spun to apologize.

“Oh I'm so- Asshole! Sorry, fuck!” The words tumbled out in quick succession, your face paling as the man turned to glare at you.

“What did you just say to me?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“I- I didn’t mean to!” you stammered, panic setting in as another tic followed. “Shut up! Oh my god, bitch fuck!”

“Are you kidding me?” The man stepped closer, anger flashing in his eyes.

Before you could respond, Chan was at your side, his presence a solid wall of protection. “Hey, back off,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “She has Tourette’s. She didn’t mean it.”

The man scoffed. “Right, sure.”

Chan squared his shoulders, his expression calm but unyielding. “You heard me. She can’t control it. Now, do you want to keep making a scene, or are you going to walk away?”

After a moment of tense silence, the man muttered something under his breath and turned away. Chan stayed by your side, his hand brushing the small of your back as he looked at you. “You okay?”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you nodded, feeling both overwhelmed and touched by his defense. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be.” He smiled softly, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to apologize for being you, Y/N.”

As you left the café together, the cool night air brushed against your face, but it didn’t feel as sharp as it had earlier. Not with Chan walking beside you, his presence steady and comforting. You looked at him, your heart full, and wondered if this was what it felt like to be truly understood.

“You know,” Chan said, breaking the silence with a teasing grin, “If I ever need someone for creative adlibs, I think you’ve got a solid resume.”

You burst into laughter, the sound blending with the night, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like it was okay to just be you.

As you walked side by side down the quiet street, the tension from earlier melted away into a comfortable silence. Chan glanced at you, the way the faint glow of the streetlights caught in your hair and softened the nervous creases in your expression. He felt a quiet sense of awe settle in his chest, like he’d stumbled upon something rare and precious without even realizing it.

You were real- messy and raw and unapologetically yourself in ways that left him both grounded and inspired. He admired the way you carried the weight of your tics with grace, even when the world pushed back harder than it should. And now, as your laughter from his earlier joke faded into the stillness, he realized something else: he didn’t want this to be a fleeting moment or a passing chapter.

Chan could see it- a future where he was by your side, learning every part of what made you you. A future where he’d be the one to hold your hand during hard days and celebrate the victories that came your way. The thought both terrified and thrilled him, but as he glanced down at you, your soft smile easing the ache of your earlier tears, he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

"Y/N," he said softly, his voice breaking through the quiet. "Thanks for letting me see this side of you tonight. I mean it- it makes me want to stick around."

You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone, but the warmth in his gaze left no room for doubt. And as you continued walking together into the night, your heart felt just a little lighter, the first stirrings of something new and hopeful beginning to take root.

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Changbin

Changbin had been skeptical about the blind date from the start. His friends had teased him relentlessly, insisting he needed to “put himself out there,” and while he’d grumbled about it, here he was. Standing in line at the movie theater, his phone buzzed with a quick text confirming you’d arrived.

When his eyes met yours across the crowded lobby, his breath caught. You were standing near the concessions, shifting nervously on your feet as you looked around. There was something endearingly hesitant about the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, like you were steeling yourself.

"Hi," you greeted softly when he approached, offering a shy smile. Your voice was gentle but warm, and it immediately put him at ease.

“Hey,” he replied, his grin spreading easily. “You must be Y/N.”

As you nodded, a quick, staccato whistle broke through the air- a sound you made involuntarily. It was followed by a soft “meow” and an apologetic wince on your part.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, your gaze darting to his face as if bracing for judgment.

Changbin tilted his head slightly, his expression curious but kind. “Did you just...meow?” A musical sound lilted amusingly at the end of his sentence.

Your cheeks flushed. “I- um- I have Tourette’s,” you explained in a rush, your words tumbling over each other. “I can’t always control my tics, and sometimes they’re, uh…kind of random. Like the meowing. Or…” You paused as another whistle slipped out, followed by a faint, high-pitched “boo!”

For a moment, he just blinked at you, then broke into a wide smile. “In all honesty...that’s kind of adorable. You’re like a sound effects board.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, caught off guard by his response. “You don’t think it’s… weird?”

He shrugged, his gaze warm and steady. “Everyone’s got their quirks. Yours just happen to make you sound like a cartoon character, and honestly, I think that’s awesome.”

Relief flooded your features, and your shoulders relaxed slightly. “Most people don’t really see it that way.”

“Well, most people are missing out.” He shot you a playful wink, and when you laughed, the tension in the air dissolved.

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm as you moved through the line, chatting about everything from favorite movies to your shared love of snacks. Changbin couldn’t help but notice how your tics- whistles, squeaks, and the occasional unexpected phrase- seemed to punctuate your sentences like exclamation points.

“Honestly,” he said at one point, his tone teasing, “your tics match my cute energy, don't you think?” He said poking his cheek in mock aegeyo. "It's babygirl heaven, don't you think?"

You laughed so hard at that, you nearly dropped your drink. “I cannot believe you just said that.”

He grinned, pleased with himself. “What can I say? Its the truth.”

But as you approached the counter to pick up your popcorn, the mood shifted. A group of teens standing nearby had been snickering quietly, but their whispers grew louder when one of your tics- a sudden, sharp “woof!” -rang out.

“Did she just bark?” one of them muttered, barely concealing a laugh.

Another chimed in, mockingly imitating the sound.

Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly turned away, mumbling an apology to the cashier as another tic- this time a chirped “uh-oh!”- slipped out. The laughter from the group grew louder, and you visibly flinched, trying to shrink into yourself.

Before you could even process what was happening, Changbin stepped forward, his voice cutting through the commotion like a blade. “Hey, is there a problem?”

The teens fell silent, their smug grins faltering under the weight of his glare.

“Because if there is,” he continued, his tone calm but laced with steel, “I suggest you take a good, long look at yourselves and figure out why you think laughing at someone for something they can’t control makes you feel better about your own lives.”

One of them opened their mouth to respond, but the words seemed to die on their tongue as Changbin took a deliberate step closer, his presence suddenly towering despite his shorter frame.

“Thought so,” he said, his smile tight and unyielding. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

He turned back to you, his expression softening immediately. “You okay?”

Your throat felt tight, but you managed a nod, blinking back the sting of tears. “Yeah. I just…I’m embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? For what?” His brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

“For causing a scene. For…” You hesitated, your voice breaking slightly. “For being a lot.”

Changbin’s expression softened, but his voice was steady and firm as he rested his hand gently on your arm, grounding you. “Y/N, you are just you. And anyone who can’t see how amazing that is doesn’t deserve your time, okay?”

The sincerity in his voice was overwhelming, his gaze so earnest it made your chest ache. For a moment, all you could do was nod, your chest tightening with a mix of gratitude and something deeper you couldn’t quite name.

As the two of you settled into your seats in the theater, he handed you your drink, his shoulder brushing yours in a way that felt both casual and deliberate. He leaned closer, his tone warm and teasing. "Like I said, I think your tics are adorable. And with a face like yours, I don't think any tic could be ugly or embarrassing."

Your laugh bubbled out, soft and genuine, and his grin widened. The tension you’d been carrying began to ease, replaced by a quiet sense of comfort.

Throughout the movie, you couldn’t help but notice the way he’d glance at you when you laughed at a scene or leaned forward slightly during an intense moment. It wasn’t just the movie holding his attention- it was you.

And Changbin knew it. With every glance, every tiny movement you made, he felt his resolve strengthening. He didn’t just want to spend the evening with you; he wanted to be part of your life in every way. He wanted to learn all the things that made you laugh, what made your eyes light up, what brought out the quiet confidence he’d glimpsed earlier.

He wanted to be the person you trusted with every part of yourself, the one who reminded you how extraordinary you were even when you couldn’t see it.

When the credits rolled, he stayed seated for a moment, turning to face you as you stretched and looked over at him. His chest tightened as he saw the way your smile hesitated, like you weren’t sure he’d want to stick around for more.

But he did. He wanted everything.

“How about dinner?” he asked, his words quick but hopeful. “I mean…if you’re up for it. I’d really like to keep talking to you. About anything. Everything.” His voice softened, carrying a weight of sincerity that made your breath catch. “I want to know you, Y/N. All of you.”

Your cheeks warmed, and a smile broke across your face, shy but unguarded. “I’d like that.”

As the two of you walked out of the theater, the night air felt lighter, the buzz of the world around you fading into the background. Changbin fell into step beside you, his shoulder brushing yours again.

Then, without hesitation, he reached out, his hand slipping into yours. His touch was gentle but firm, grounding, like he wanted to hold onto you in every way.

Your fingers curled around his, and when you glanced up, his smile softened, his dark eyes brimming with something you couldn’t quite name.

In that moment, Changbin wasn’t just thinking about the next date or the night ahead. He was thinking about the way you made his heart race, the way you made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t realized he was missing.

He wanted more of this- more of you. Not just tonight, not just a few dates, but always. And as his thumb brushed lightly over the back of your hand, he realized one thing: he didn’t just want you around. He wanted you in his life, forever.

And he was so happy he didn't say no to this blind date.

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Han

Han Jisung had never considered himself the blind-date type. He liked to think of himself as spontaneous, sure- but not this kind of spontaneous. Yet, here he was, bundled in his favorite oversized hoodie, leaning against the railing of the city’s rooftop garden, waiting for a stranger.

When he saw you, his first thought was that his friend had undersold this whole setup. You weren’t at all what he expected- not that he knew what to expect. You were a breathtaking kind of pretty. And Han's heart flipped his chest.

You walked up with a careful sort of confidence, clutching the strap of your tote bag, your breath misting in the cool night air.

“Hi,” you greeted with a shy smile, your head tilting slightly as you blinked rapidly, followed by a quick jerk of your shoulder.

“Hi,” Jisung replied, pretending not to notice. He already felt his nerves settle slightly. There was something about you that felt...real.

Your mutual friend had mentioned you liked quiet settings, so instead of a loud restaurant or café, the garden had seemed like a good idea. Jisung gestured to the path leading further into the rooftop greenery. “Shall we walk?”

You nodded, your steps matching his, though every few strides you tapped your fingers against your leg. A small tic, but it was constant, like a rhythm you needed to keep.

The conversation started slow. Typical blind-date awkwardness lingered, but Jisung’s natural humor quickly worked its way in. He made a joke about the chilly weather, earning a laugh from you that felt like a little victory.

“So,” he began after a lull, “what’s your favorite thing to do in the city? Or are you more of a stay-home-and-chill type?”

“I like to stay in most days,” you admitted, tilting your head again as your hand briefly flicked out to your side. “I guess I’m more introverted. But when I do go out, I like quieter places…like this.”

“Good choice,” Jisung agreed, kicking the ground nervously. “Crowds are overrated anyway.”

You laughed softly, but your shoulders twitched again, more pronounced this time. You tried to suppress it, but Jisung caught the way your hand clenched slightly afterward, as if bracing yourself.

As the walk continued, your tics became more noticeable- a rapid blinking, a jerk of your wrist, the occasional tap of your foot on the pavement mid-stride. You hesitated for a moment before stopping by a bench, your hand brushing against your hair as you looked at the ground.

“Hey,” you said, your voice quieter now, “I think I should tell you something.”

Jisung turned to face you, his brow furrowed in concern. “What’s up?”

“I have Tourette’s,” you explained, your tone steady but guarded. “It’s not super severe, I've learned to live with it most days, but…I wanted to mention it in case…” You trailed off, your hand twitching slightly toward your chest before falling back to your lap.

“In case what?” Jisung asked gently.

“In case it’s…too much.”

For a moment, Jisung stared at you, his face unreadable. You wondered if you’d just ruined the evening. But then he spoke, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Too much? Are you kidding? I can be a lot. Like, ask anyone.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by his lighthearted tone.

“I mean, seriously,” he continued, gesturing wildly for emphasis. “I talk way too much when I’m nervous, I lose stuff constantly, and don’t even get me started on how clumsy I am. If anyone’s a walking chaos machine, it’s me.”

You laughed softly, but it didn’t last long. Your shoulder jerked twice, quickly followed by an involuntary flick of your hand. You sighed, your lips trembling slightly as you looked away. “But it’s not just that, Jisung,” you muttered, your voice breaking slightly. “I… I don’t want to mess this up.”

His teasing grin faded, replaced by a look of concern. “Mess what up?”

“This,” you whispered, blinking rapidly as tears welled in your eyes. “You’re so nice, and I already really like you, but then there’s… me. My tics. It’s not just that I get nervous; it’s that I can’t stop it. And I hate thinking that it might make people uncomfortable, even if they don’t mean for it to.”

Your words spilled out faster than you could stop them, and you quickly wiped at your eyes, frustrated with yourself. “I don’t want to scare you away. But I…I don’t know how not to. Everyone else has been scared away before- but you seem really nice and I actually feel something and I don't want to put hope into something that-”

Jisung felt his chest tighten at your words. Without thinking, he dropped down to sit beside you on the bench, interupting you, his tone soft but firm. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

You shook your head, a small, bitter laugh slipping out. “Sorry, I’m just…making this worse, aren't I?” You flicked your hand out again, accidentally slapping Han.

“No,” he said quickly. “No, you’re not. I mean it.”

When you didn’t respond, Jisung hesitated before reaching out, his hand hovering awkwardly near your shoulder. “Can I…?”

You nodded, and he gently rested his hand there, his thumb brushing lightly against the fabric of your coat. “Listen,” he began, “I don’t know who made you think you had to be scared of people running away from you being you, but they’re wrong. You’re…you’re great. And brave, too, for being so honest about this. I admire that.”

You blinked at him through your tears, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. You hand jerked out, but this time he caught it, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“And honestly?” he continued, a small smile tugging at his lips, as he rubbed his hands over your manicured nails. “You’re not scaring me away. Like, at all. If anything, you’re just making me want to know you better.”

You let out a shaky breath, his words sinking in slowly but surely. “Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “And besides, I kind of suck at running, Like really really suck. I trip more than I actually run.”

A soft laugh escaped you then, the tension in your chest easing for the first time that evening. “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed pink, but he shrugged playfully. “I mean, I try.”

The rest of the night felt lighter. The two of you walked through the garden, Han's hand still in yours, your tics still present but no longer a source of discomfort. Every now and then, Jisung would glance at you- never with pity, but with curiosity and something warmer, softer.

As the two of you stopped at the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the twinkling lights below, Jisung turned to you with a thoughtful expression.

“You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “I think this is my favorite blind date ever.”

You raised an eyebrow. “How many have you been on?”

“This is my first,” he admitted with a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “But still! It’s gonna be hard to top…”

You raised an eyebrow, giving him an amused look.

“Not that I want it to be topped,” he continued quickly, a bit flustered. “I always kind of figured I’d be a one-and-done deal. Like my first is my last...and, I mean, it might be way too soon to say, but I think I lucked out with you…I kind of just feel it.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile couldn’t help but tug at your lips.

“Really, though,” Jisung added, his gaze earnest, eyes softening. “I had a great time tonight. And…if you’re up for it, I’d like to properly date you...”

“Even with my…” You gestured vaguely, your voice trailing off.

"Because of it," he corrected gently, his voice soft but unwavering. His eyes searched yours, full of warmth and something deeper that made your breath catch. "It's part of you- every piece of it. And I don’t just like who you are…I can easily see myself fall for you."

His words hung in the cool night air, wrapping around you like a tender embrace. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, your heart pounding so fiercely it was a wonder he couldn’t hear it.

“Jisung…” you murmured, your voice shaky but full of emotion.

He smiled, that familiar sheepish tilt to his lips, but his gaze stayed steady, unwavering in its honesty. “I don’t want this to be just a ‘one and done’ date. I want to keep getting to know you. To see where this could go. So that maybe you can be my one and done person.”

Your lips curved into a soft smile, your chest tightening with something you hadn’t dared to hope for. “Okay,” you whispered, the word carrying more weight than you expected. “I’d like that too.”

His grin widened, and the way he looked at you in that moment- like you were the only person in the world- made you feel like you could get used to this, to him, far too easily.

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[bloodyquillink-blog]

hi! your request says open and i was hoping if you can do kick x reader, where the reader is playing uno with him. while playing, they get a bit frustrated since kick beat them in 2 rounds and now they both have one uno card. kick takes this as his advantage and decides to flirt with the reader with, "computer techs have skilled fingers if you know what I mean" and the reader is stund and kick immediately says uno then the reader is irritated by him and his wins. it's ok if your busy but thank you !!

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A/N🪶: Thank you for your request! I legit could not find a single fic/drabble/one-shot with Kick so seeing a request for him was really exciting. I hope you enjoy this! Also, the concept is so perfect, 10/10, would daydream about this specific scenario again.

Warnings: Fluff, Uno-induced rage, Swearing, Flirting, Suggestiveness, gn!Reader, only “you” used for reader,

Word Count: 723

Gotcha, Kick x Reader short

The two of you sat on the ground, the thickness of your pants and heavy boots protecting your skin from its cool surface. There were two stacks of cards between you and Kick. One stack face down, the Uno logo facing upwards, that you would pick from when you needed more cards. The other face up, cards being stacked every turn and changing color or number. The stacks were about even at this point, thanks to you picking up so many to try to get back at Kick for his +2’s and +4’s and color-changing cards. He probably had cards he was hiding… you quickly threw that thought away. 

It’s Uno for God’s sake, no one cheats at Uno!

“Are you gonna put down a card? Or is it time to pick up another 10?” He asked. You’d been staring at your cards for a while now.

“It wasn’t 10! It was only 8!” You argued, defensive. You went back to looking at your cards, a pout sat on your lips. If you looked back at Kick, you would’ve seen the way he scanned your face. His hand slowly picked up a card from the deck that faced down and handed it to you so that only you could see what it was.

Motherfucker. 

Of course he’d pick up exactly what you need. He’d been the only one getting any of the good cards. You looked him in the eye, frown deepened, and snatched the card out of his hand. He just had that same stupid smile that he’s had for the last two rounds.

In a fit of irritation, you slam down the yellow +2. Before you can make some smart-ass remark, Kick calmly put down a green +2 on top. He looked back at you and your flabbergasted expression.

He starts chuckling.

“But- How long did you have that on you?!”

“I held onto it until I needed it.” He tapped his index finger against his temple. “Instinct, my friend. Save your life someday.” 

Your eyebrows almost touched with the rage on your face. You picked up 4 cards and put down a yellow 5 as you angrily muttered to yourself.

“Damn cards, damn Uno… Damn instinct, I have instinct, I use my instincts every day.” You kept grumbling as you both placed cards almost rhythmically until you both had one.

“How’d you even get that card?”

“The one I picked for you?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, you shuffled them and you would’ve gotten it anyway so…” You pouted again.

“You have to have magic hands or something.”

“Not magic, sweetheart, just skill.”

“Skill?” Your tone gave away your doubt.

Kick smiled at you, you could feel your face warm.

“Computer techs have very skilled hands and fingers.” He stared at you, unblinking. If your face was warm before, the euphemism made it burn. He continued.

“Gotta know how to move them quickly, to just the right spot. Can’t risk anything in the heat of the moment.” You couldn’t formulate a single sentence. Your neurons were shot. Kick slowly put his last card down.

“Uno. I win again.” You were still unmoving. Kick leaned forward so you were making eye contact again. “Can you handle another round?” He asked. “I can shuffle the cards this time.” 

You swallowed the drool that had built up in your mouth and put your last card down.

“I give up. I’m done.” You stood. 

“Done? Really? C’mon, I’ll go easy on you this round.”

“It’s Uno! How do you go easy on someone in Uno?!”

“Play another round and I’ll show you.” You looked at him, about to tell him to fuck off until you saw the look he wore. Kick still had that stupid smirk on his face as he stared back at you. He leaned back, legs crossed and arms holding him up. You stuttered, trying to find words. 

Before you could, Kick brought one of his hands up and crooked his index finger to his palm twice, telling you to come back without having to say anything. Your whole body warmed. You thought about leaving, the door cracked open just a bit behind you. You thought back to Kick’s jokes.

“Gotta know how to move them quickly…” 

You brought your attention back to Kick. Without taking your eyes off of him, you closed the door. 

[maochira]

hi hii! i LOVE ur siblings fics!! i once requested an older brother nagi fic ANS I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOUU!! if its okay, can i request older brother nagi, bachira, rin, and isagi and younger sibling reader with parents who is always out for work?? so the reader gets lonely all by themself since their parents is out and they only have time with their brother after their brother go home from school? SO SORRY IF ITS TOO SPECIFIC OR IF THERES TOO MUCH CHARACTER!! you can just write nagi and bachira if its too much! (or you can add more if u want to!) sorry if this request is too long, you can ignore this if you want! anyways i love ur works a lot so thank you so much! i hope you keep enjoying writing :D

Honestly, I love long and specific requests especially with multiple characters because it's just fun to interpret the same situation in different ways, so I've decided to add Barou as well because the big bro Barou brainrot is strong rn <3 also, thank you very much!! I'm glad you enjoyed the big bro Nagi headcanons!!

Characters: Nagi, Bachira, Rin, Isagi, Barou

Requests open - current writing event - masterlist

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, sibling fluff, reader is around 2 years younger than the older sibling

Seishirou Nagi (additionally: big bro Nagi after a fight headcanons/scenario)

-because your parents travel all the time, you and Seishirou live alone together

-he definitely takes better care of you than he does of himself. For example, he's too lazy to eat and he also doesn't do a lot of his homework on time because he procrastinates so much. But when it comes to you, he always checks if you've eaten enough and if you're meeting all your deadlines regarding school

-Seishirou doesn't like cooking. It takes too much effort. And because you don't want him to starve or order takeout all the time (it's expensive and leaves you with a lot of trash), you learn how to cook so you can make all the meals

-even though eating is too much of a hassle for your big brother, he always eats whatever you make for him, since he knows you put a lot of effort into it

Meguru Bachira

-Meguru is energetic all the time, no matter how much time he's spent in school or how much homework he had to do, if he gets to spend time with you, all his energy returns!

-the house never feels lonely, even if it's just the both of you. Meguru loves being around you and never runs out of things to talk about

-sometimes you're tired and don't feel like talking. That's when either Meguru does all the talking and you just listen, or you sit together in the living room in silence, watching some random movie

-it's very rare for you to be in separate rooms. You don't mind being alone, but Meguru always gets afraid of you getting sad, so he tries to be around you all the time. In case you really want to be alone, he will definitely let you have your private time and either play soccer outside or return to his own room

Rin Itoshi (additionally: Itoshi siblings masterlist)

-Rin doesn't like being around people, you're the only exception to that. He's not around you all the time, but he checks on you fairly often and asks if you need help with anything very often

-even if you don't need his help, you often pretend like you can't do your homework on your own, so he can help you with it

-since Sae left and because your parents are out of the house so much, you and Rin have a very close emotional bond

-Rin isn't the middle child anymore, he's the big brother now, so he definitely acts like it. He gets overprotective a lot. He always wants you to tell him about your day and if anyone in school was mean to you

-even though your parents are gone almost all of the time, you don't remember ever feeling lonely at home, thanks to Rin

-you know even when Rin isn't in the same room as you, you just have to call for him or knock on his door, and he'll be right with you

Yoichi Isagi

-Yoichi takes a lot of responsibility when it comes to you. He does more than he needs to, but it doesn't bother him at all

-your parents sometimes joke about him being almost motherly towards you. And actually, that's true

-even though you're only two years younger, Yoichi tends to treat you as if you were a lot younger. He's very stuck in his position as a big brother, especially since he's alone at home with you so much. To him, as soon as he gets home from school, making sure you're okay is his main responsibility

-you do a lot of things together, like sharing your chores and sitting at the dining table to do your homework. Being in each other's company makes the absence of your parents more bearable

-talking with Yoichi is a lot of fun! He talks a lot about soccer and you talk a lot about what you're into. But sometimes you talk so much, you forget the time and suddenly you hear your parents being back home, which means it's already late at night

Shouei Barou

-as soon as it's only you and him in the house, he goes full parent mode

-don't worry about your chores, Shouei will do them. That's actually because he thinks you don't clean well enough, but he makes you believe he doesn't want you to do extra work after an exhausting day in school

-sometimes you have to remind him he's your brother and not your parent. As soon as you get into trouble with something, he starts holding speeches about why what you did was wrong. One time he even tried to ground you, but him even attempting that made you laugh so hard he couldn't be serious about it anymore either

-you think you're too old for it, but Shouei insists on tucking you into bed every night. He wants to make sure you get into bed at a decent time to get enough sleep

[littlespacereader]

Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

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[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

~~~

JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

~~~

After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hi! I saw your requests were open so if I may, can I request an Ike scenario or fic where he buys this huge Miku body plush or smth (cause we all know he loves Miku 🤭) and it kinda annoys reader at night since there’s like no space for them to sleep anymore 🥲. And like after a while reader just decides to sleep on the couch for the night and Ike comes up to them and reader finally confronts him about it.

I’m sorry if it sounds so specific but this certain idea has been keeping me awake at night 💀😭

And any reader is fine like (but most preferably female reader)

Thank you so much for your time <3

miku please don't take him just because you can

shoutout to this tweet for being the first thing i thought of when i saw this request. do you guys remember the supermassive miku plush that released around this time last year? that’s what i based ike’s miku off of because it’s so cute and. i gotta level with you. ike would be the perfect boyfriend and i would be so blessed to have him in my life and if the only condition is that he has to hog the bed with that three foot miku plushie i would go shopping for a comfier couch

tags: fluff, comedy, crack treated seriously, gender neutral reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You stare down at Hatsune Miku. You’re surprised that you don’t have to lower your neck as much as you are. When your boyfriend told you he was going to order a giant Miku, you were expecting a body pillow or a tall figurine. You certainly didn’t see the three-foot-tall plush coming. Her head ends a little bit above your hips, and she sits perfectly on the ground, balanced by her outstretched legs and beanbag pigtails. 

“Yeah,” you say. “That’s Miku.”

“Miku,” Ike repeats, absolutely riveted. You see the sparkles in his eye through his glasses as he sits next to her. When he crouches down, he’s somehow a few inches shorter than her, and only then do you realize just how massive she is. 

You both think of the song reference and sing in time. “Oo-ee-oo!”

Ike hugs Miku from the side. His face squishes against Miku’s, and the cuteness is doubled. “She’s so soft. Feel how soft she is, Reader.”

You comply. Sure enough, Miku is made from a cozy minky fabric that feels nice no matter which way you rub the plush. She has just enough give that you can hug her comfortably, but she keeps her shape no matter how tight you grab around her. 

“I love how they did her eyes,” you say. “They’re so detailed, but they don’t look uncanny.”

Ike buries his face into the Miku void. “I think this is the best purchase I’ve ever made.”

You play with the pigtail on your side of the Miku plush. You wouldn’t call yourself a huge Vocaloid fan- that’s Ike’s thing- but you know enough about it to keep up in a conversation with your boyfriend, as well as understand just how deep his love for Miku runs. It’s never been a problem for you in your relationship, though. She’s a fictional character, after all, and you’re not immune to hot characters in your favorite shows and games either. You get to openly simp over your favorite love interests in light novels and Ike gets his Miku merch. It’s an equal dichotomy. After all, there’s nothing more attractive than when Ike gets passionate about something and takes about it nonstop, and if Vocaloid is one of those things, then you welcome it with open arms.

You raise the pigtail just a few inches off the ground before letting it drop. It plops with a satisfying noise from the beanbag texture inside. “Welcome to our family, Miku.”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Usually you’re the last to get to bed, even when considering both yours and Ike’s awful sleep schedules. Sometimes your work and hobbies keep you up way longer than intended, and so by the time you climb into bed Ike is already asleep. He looks even more angelic than usual when he sleeps all covered in blankets, and you get to admire the gentle parts of his face that this glasses usually hide in the day. 

You enter the bedroom after finishing your nightly routine, and you’re greeted by an adorable sight. On his side of the bed, Ike is fast asleep, but in less blankets than usual to make room for Miku. One arm is wrapped lazily around her, while one of his legs holds her close to his body as he rests. Miku’s head plops right underneath his chest, so you get an eyeful of one innocent face right on top of another.

For a moment, you don’t even want to disturb the peace, so you take a photo with your phone instead to immortalize the moments before you climb into bed. Even though it takes you some adjusting to get used to the giant Miku body, you finally contort your body and fall asleep.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You wake up the next morning crumpled up on the far side of the bed. Ike is nowhere to be seen, nor is Miku. You don’t think too much of it; after all, you’re the last to fall asleep, so it makes sense you’d be the last to rise as well. Besides, you have work today. 

You get ready for the day, and once you’re presentable you step out into the living room on the way out the door. You finally find Ike. He sits on the floor as he reads a book, and uses Miku as a back pillow. He placed her arms around his shoulders, and he looks delightfully comfy.

“Heading out, Reader?” Ike perks up when he notices you walk by out of the corner of his vision.

You throw on your jacket. “Yep. Work starts soon. I think I’ll run a few errands before I get home, too.”

“Alright. Be safe,” he says. As you pass Ike, you crouch down and kiss him. He’s always smiling whenever you part. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say. “I’ll see you later this evening.”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You spend dinner and the evening together before working alone at night. Ike’s known to have bouts of creativity and write some of his best story beats when it’s late, and you have some things to type up on your computer for work, anyways.

Once again, you’re the last to get to bed, but you’re just in time before Ike falls into deep sleep, and just like last night he’s clutching the Miku plush. You shuffle under the covers. Ike doesn’t open his eyes, but hums sleepily. His voice is soft and low. “G’night, Reader. G’night, Miku.”

“Sleep well, Ike,” you whisper. You gently push aside one of Miku’s pigtails as you try to get comfortable, before the other plops down right over your body. “Miku.”

Miku’s innocent face stares into your soul. She’s cute, but you have to be honest, last night’s sleep wasn’t the comfiest in the world. Miku takes up a lot of room on the bed, and since you’re always the last to enter you’re usually shoved off to the side to make room for Miku in the middle.

But also, Ike looks so serene, and you don’t want to wake him up again.

You brush Mku’s pigtail away, careful not to disturb your boyfriend, and wriggle into the best position you can. You still feel cramped, but it’s not like you can do any better. Miku keeps staring at you as you fall asleep.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Another day passes and another night comes, but this time, you come prepared. You decide to get to bed early and stake your claim before Miku can. You fall asleep as soon as possible, comfortably nestled under the blankets but with enough room for Ike and Miku once they’re ready for bed.

…You wake up in the middle of the night with a snort. Your body is too hot to be comfortable, and when you blearily open your eyes you realize why. Ike must’ve let go of Miku during the night, so she tumbled out of his grasp and over your face. She looks at you with those beautifully embroidered eyes. 

I can’t win, you silently brood. You squint through a gap between Miku’s plush body. Ike is fast asleep, but you can’t push Miku back to his side without disturbing him. 

You grumble a little while you move Miku around, careful not to wake the sleeping Ike. It’s a cautious ordeal, and you realize with dread that there’s no way to place Miku on the bed without her being on top of someone. You’re not a fan of the extra pressure on your body as you sleep, but Ike looks so comfortable, and you don’t have the heart nor energy to move her off the bed.

You give up. “Please don’t smother me again, Miku,” you quietly plead, and gently place her above the lover half of your body. It’s not exactly the best feeling in the world, but at least Miku isn’t covering your face.

You move your back to face away from Miku, pray your body isn’t too achy in the morning, and lull back to sleep.

When you wake up Miku is back in your face again. You grunt awake with morning in your voice. “I really can’t win.”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

It’s been about a week since Miku first arrived in the household, and you have to be completely truthful to yourself here. You’re starting to worry if Miku is more of a priority to Ike than you. You haven’t mentioned Miku hogging the bed yet, but you’re getting used to how you wake up in the morning with sore joints from weird positions, and you hate it. 

Even in the day Ike spends more time and more time with Miku than the day before. You remember stepping out of your office during a break from work the other day, and noticing that Ike was playing video games by the TV, hugging Miku in his lap while he held the controller, just like how he used to do with you just last week. 

Another time you got home late from a work meeting out of the house and saw Miku sitting in a chair at the table like a dinner guest. The night before, you took a picture of yourself in bed while Ike cuddled Miku. Me, my boyfriend, and his 700 dollar, three-foot-tall Hatsune Miku, you captioned it. It was pretty funny, until you remembered that you still had to fall asleep and wake up by Miku’s iron fist. 

Today’s workload was a lot more than usual, and you had no hope of getting to bed in time before Miku did. Sure enough, when you entered the bedroom Ike and Miku were already sprawled across the mattress, and you only had a sliver of space left on your side. 

You had a long day, and you could’ve sworn Miku’s innocent eyes held smug contempt for you as you made eye contact.

“Am I getting Jolene’d?” You wondered aloud, still hushed so not to wake Ike. Well, two can play at that game. 

You grabbed a few extra blankets from the linen closet, snatched your pillow off your side of the bed, and went to the living room. Before long, you made yourself a resting place on the couch. It wasn’t the comfiest place in the world, but it would certainly be better than Miku’s domain, and you were too tired to ask for anything else.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You awoke with only a little bit of a crick in your neck. Improvement!

The second thing you detected after that, though, was the scent of bacon and maple syrup in the next room over, an utterly delicious combination. Your stomach growled. 

You rubbed the sleepy out of your eyes into the kitchen. You were greeted by Ike standing over the stove in an apron, halfway through flipping a pancake. He perked up when he noticed you. “Reader, there you are! Good morning!”

“Morning,” you say. Your voice is low with the grit of drowsiness. You take a seat at the table, and you notice Miku is nowhere to be seen. You barely close your eyes before you hear a dish slide in front of you. When you regain your sight you see Ike place a few strips of bacon on your plate of pancakes and move the maple syrup bottle across the table to you. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome. I’m just glad to see you. I got worried when I realized you weren’t in bed last night!” He chuckles a little, but everyone in the room can tell he’s a bit nervous. “About that. Um, Reader, can I ask? Why weren’t you in bad last night?”

On one hand, you’re relieved that Ike ripped the band-aid off before you did, but on the other hand, you remember you’re feeling envious of a Vocaloid plushie.

You sink your fork into a bite of pancake drizzled in syrup. “Miku,” you admit. “It’s just that she takes up so much space in our bed that I can’t get comfortable, and you don’t cuddle with me like you used to. It feels like you’re spending more time with her than me, you know?”

“I think I get it.” Ike sits at the table next to you. “Reader, are you jealous?”

“I’m aching, is what I am.” You pout and stuff your face with pancake so you don’t have to talk. It’s light and fluffy.

“You are!” Ike grabs your hand under the table. “Oh, Reader, you don’t have to hide it. It’s just adorable that you are.”

“My neck is sore, Ike.”

“Let me kiss it better.” He wraps his arms around you in a hug as he does, and when he’s done they still remain around you. “I know you’re irreplaceable, Miku or no Miku. I just hope you know it as well.”

“I know, it’s just that it’s harder to remember lately. We don’t spend nearly as much time together as we did before you bought her.”

“To be honest, I always thought that I was being a clingy nuisance. I bought her just because, but I realized I could hold her instead of annoying you for cuddles.”

That seems to wake you up. “Ike, you’re never a nuisance. And I never thought you were being annoying. I miss it a lot, actually.”

“That’s good. I never knew that it mattered to you as much as it does for me.” Ike presses another kiss to your forehead. “How’s this? I’ll finish up making breakfast, and we’ll play some games until you need to leave for work. Then when we’re in bed I’ll cuddle you as much as you want, no Miku required.”

“Sounds like a plan. And you can go ahead and hold Miku while I’m out of the house or whatever, just don’t forget about me, okay? I’m irreplaceable, right?”

“That you are. Now get back to eating before your pancakes get cold.”

Ike pats your head before he gets up and gets back to the stove, and you smile as you cut another slice of your pancakes. Miku or not, you’re grateful you have a boyfriend as thoughtful as Ike.

You eat the rest of your pancakes in victory. You look forward to having enough room in bed again.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

[make-me-imagine]

One Piece (Live Action) Requests: OPEN

I keep feeling the desire to write, but not much is sparking my creativity. So I thought I would open requests for OPLA and see how it goes.

Notes: I am writing specifically for the characters in the live action, and though ages are not mentioned in what I write usually, I write them as with the intention of them being Aged Up to over 20 years old (closer to actors actual ages vs the character ages in the anime/series).

Who I Will Write For (in preference order):

Zoro

Mihawk

Sanji

Shanks

Buggy

Luffy

Usopp

Nami

What You Can Request *I'm more in the mood for shorter easy-to-write stuff, so more plot detailed requests might not get written

Drabbles/Oneshots

Headcanons

Basic Rules

No NSFW/Smut

No pregnancy/child fics

2-3 prompts max please

Gn!Reader Inserts (no character x character ships)

Other more detailed rules/preferences (here)

Prompts: *these are just suggested, you do not need to use them

Angsty:

“Just please open your eyes.”

“Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.”

“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.”

“Please tell me that’s not your blood.”

“You shouldn’t be with them, you should be with me.”

“I’m so cold. Why is it so cold?”

Fluffy/Cute/Romantic:

“I just cant see myself ever living without you.”

“If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

"All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I wasn’t sure what love really felt like until I met you.”

“Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

“How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

“You came all the way here for me?”

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

Crack/Misc:

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

“At least it couldn’t get any worse.” “I really wish you hadn’t said that.”

“In case you haven’t heard, there is a bounty on your head.” “Is that why you’re here? To kill me and take the bounty?” “No. I’m here to protect you.”

“What happened to your hand?” “I hit my hand on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

“What could go wrong?” *something immedietely goes wrong*

“Are you here to kill me?” “No, I’m here to save you.”

“I thought I was the one saving you?” “Then do a better job next time.”

“Why do you have that look on your face?” “I’m deciding whether or not I’m going to kill you.” Alternate response: “I’m deciding whether or not I want to kiss you, or kill you.”

“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“Did you just…save me?” “You’re surprised?” “Well seeing as you are usually the one trying to kill me, yeah, kind of.”

Scenario Prompts:

Huddled together to keep warm.

Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it’s on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Size difference hug; they engulf you.

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

A and B meet randomly, B finds out A is on an important mission or quest and decides to go with them to protect them/watch over them.

Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

A and B realizing they were holding hands the entire time the moment they had to let go. (after getting scared, nervous, frightened, etc.)

Accidental confession during heat of the moment/fight.

Person A has a hidden power, Person B finds out.

Person A falls asleep, instead of waking them, Person B carries them to bed.

Person A is in love with Person B. B is also in love with A. But somehow, they are both convinced that the other is in love with Person C, who is completely oblivious to all of it.

Person A is hiding an injury, no one finds out until they collapse.

Turning around, and suddenly being met with a kiss.

A is alone and hurt badly, they can talk to B through an earpiece/phone. Eventually A stops talking and B thinks they lost them. But they find them alive.

Headcanon Prompts:

Crush: How would they act with a crush, do they pine?

Relationship: General Relationship Headcanons

Intimacy: How they show intimacy; physical and not.

Confession: When and how they admit their feelings for you

The moment(s) they realize they have feelings for you (pre-relationship)

The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship)

Cuddling: Do they cuddle, how do they, when do they, etc

Kissing: Do they like kissing, how do they kiss, when, etc.

Love Languages: What is their receiving and giving love language (and how do they show it)

Jealousy: How they act when they are jealous, what would make them jealous, etc. (before and/or during the relationship)

Protective: Are they protective? How they show it. Etc.

Taking care of them when they are hurt.

Them taking care of you when you are hurt.

Friends > Lovers

Love: Ways they say or show they love you.

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P.S: Bloodhounds Requests are still open as well.

xx

[ready-for-take-off]

Hey! You might know me as readyfortakeoff on ao3, but I decided to make an account here because I noticed the kpop sickfic community was fairly active here (and there are several authors on here that I admire that I would like to support).

A little about me and what I write—

I mostly stan NCT and that's reflected in my fics, haha. My ults are Kun and Jaemin, but I'll pretty much write anything for any member of any unit & any relationship since I know them all so well (excluding Wish for now).

I also recently started stanning ZB1 and feel like I have a pretty good grasp on their personalities, so requests for them are also welcome!

I'm also very familiar with the members of BTS, TXT, and Stray Kids. I'm pretty into SKZ right now too, but not much with BTS or TXT.

There's a few groups that I'm only familiar with a few members of, like Seventeen and RIIZE. I mostly have an idea of a few members' personalities but not much about their relationships.

As for scenarios I write about—

My fics are almost always sickfics with some sort of underlying moral to be learned (you'll understand if you look at them).

I've only written about stomach-related illness so far, but would definitely like to try out other scenarios.

So now that all of that is down, here's info if you want to request something!

I am mostly doing this just for fun so there's a chance I turn down your idea for seemingly no reason (but it's actually just because I'm not confident that I can write it lol). Your idea might be better suited to another author if so.

Please be specific in your prompt and what you want/don't want.

A few things that I won't write—snz, scat, urination, smut, x reader... and basically anything else that's inherently fetish-related or explicit.

What I'm most confident in writing—stomach aches, emeto, fevers, mental health struggles—even a few hurt/comfort tropes, like fluff, cuddling etc. General hurt/comfort requests would actually be greatly welcomed along with sickfics!

I'd be most likely to answer requests about NCT and SKZ. You can also inquire about members of the other groups I mentioned, but I might need a quick description of their dynamic with the caretaker.

A quick note about emeto—I only enjoy emeto up until it reaches a loss of control extent (e.g. I can't bring myself to write it when it gets to the sickie throwing up anywhere but a receptacle). Just be aware that I might change your request a little if it goes into that territory!

Here's my new masterlist with both ao3 originals and Tumblr fics.

Thanks for reading and leave an ask with any prompts you have! Any shares would be greatly appreciated as well :)

[jahayla-parker]

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your support and encouragement! Since my requests are have been closed (apart from ones done through Ko-fi), I decided to celebrate hitting 1.5k+ followers by offering the following things.

But first, I need to list some rules!

Rules:

1. You must be following me in order to participate, this is a followers celebration after all! 🥰

2. For any requests, they need to be done either off-anon or if you send it anonymous you need to still message me directly to let me know you’re the one who sent that request. Either way, I can leave your name off the reply that I post (just let me know if that’s your preference)!

This is because this celebration is for my lovely followers so I want to ensure they are getting the chance to send in their requests for the below activities!

3. You can do as many of the options as you wish, but please limit it to 2 requests per option!

Example: each follower can do option a, b, and c, but each follower can only submit two different requests for option b.

4. Please read the details for each option to ensure you send in the details that’ll help me make the best response for your request!

While not required, it would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog this post! 💜

Okay, now, the fun part!

Celebration Activity Options:

I’m opening this celebration to include ALL characters I’ve done before, including currently archived ones!

💌 Blurb: send in a character and an event/plot/topic/etc. to get a 100-200 word answer

📱SMAUs: The 2 request limit for this applies to 2 of the same character (in other words, you can send in more than 2 SMAU requests so long as it’s a max of 2 per character) this can include fictional and nonfictional characters. Please include any side characters, events/details, or other information surrounding the SMAU request. If you want it to be with a specific type of reader, please be specific. You’ll get a SMAU fic with at least two posts from the reader and 2 from the character chosen.

💭Headcanon: send in a character and a scenario or type of reader to get a bullet point list of thoughts on it.

✨Moodboard: Send in a character and a season, event, aesthetic, subject, etc. for a moodboard for it.

✍️Writers: For my fellow writers, send me a concept you’re working on or send a link to a fic you would like a moodboard to use for an already existing fic/part/etc. (for a character I write) and I’ll generate a moodboard for it!

Last but not least….,

🎆 Requests: Please note these will be likely shorter than my longer requests (I say that but you all know me 😂). These cannot contain a lot of specifics or anything like that. Rather, it’s a simple concept and a character. Limit is 1 request per follower for this option given the time it’ll take to do these.

👯‍♀️ Oh and, mutuals, I couldn’t think of something specific to offer you, so you can literally send in whatever you’d like from me and I will do it! (Ex: handwritten letter, piece of advice, a custom short fic with your name listed instead of y/n, a song that reminds me of you, etc.) You deserve to let your heart go wild and choose whatever you’d like! 💜

Once again, thank you all so much! I cannot wait to see what you come up with for me to work on!

Disclaimers:

As always, I reserve the right to refuse any requests I’m uncomfortable with. But I will let you send in a replacement request if this applies.

This ends March 8, 2024 (11:59PM PST).

After this event ends, requests will be closed again (apart from ko-fi) until I state otherwise.

As always, I own all works/responses and do not approve of anyone taking credit or sharing elsewhere without asking me (reblogging is different)

The responses from this event will typically take priority over ongoing work I have in terms of which will be posted first. But it also depends on the order in which I finish each one.

I love you so so much! 💜

[swanimagines]

Ok also, I apparently need to address this too. I don't think I've made a proper post about this before? I've just replied to asks and IM's about it but since it has surfaced again...

So. About requests that are like "can you do a character x reader fic, the plot is up to you? Just no smut please and lots of fluff!", why I won't do them even though I've admitted I often have ideas for those characters, why I just don't use them.

So the thing is, that once upon a time I did that kind of fics, and it went well for a while. But then I started getting some displeased replies to those fics I filled from "plot is up to you" requests.

The first such incident was a DBH Ralph x female reader fic. The person only stated they want it to have a happy ending but otherwise I can decide the plot. So, I made a fic where reader was a homeless human who had been beaten up by her boyfriend and kicked out from their apartment, and she stumbled across Ralph's house. Ralph was scared of reader first, but then agreed to let her stay. The fic ended in reader making a bed in front of the fireplace and talking with Ralph about her experiences with her ex, and bonded with Ralph through it (if you're not familiar with the game, Ralph is an android and he was abused by humans, which caused him to "deviate", meaning he developed his own mind and feelings. It also made him kind of wacky because his abuse had damaged his processing parts and he's very skittish and scared of outsiders but he also gets angry really easily and murdered a man once as a panic reaction) and it implied they became friends after that.

It got quite a lot of attention, and the next day the requester came back.

"Um, this is really awkward but I actually do have a toxic ex-boyfriend and that fic triggers my traumas about it :( Could you delete that one and write something else please?"

And me, being a major people pleaser back then, obeyed the requester, deleted the fic and wrote something else.

But then, I started getting more such asks. They had seen me obeying that first person so they also took an advantage of the situation. "I actually hate that trope, could you write something else", "sorry but that wasn't what I was looking for, another fic please", "could you write that again but instead of x, y happens?"

So when I started this blog, I decided that I will no longer do requests with no plot attached with it. My "mystery fic requests" aren't the same as "fic for x please, plot is up to you", they give me SOME direction, a more specific thing to use than just "fluff" or "angst".

I hope this clears things up to those who are wondering about my reasons for this. I understand this may be confusing to some of you and I do acknowledge that there isn't much difference between "fluff with x character" and "prompt fic with D48. Moon with y character" but the latter still gives me SOME more idea. Fluff can be basically anything, but the "moon" prompt has much MUCH fewer scenarios to go by. It just gives me the sense of security?

Thank you for reading this far, and I hope this made you understand my reasons better if you were wondering them!

[lovelaurs]

REQUEST RULES : what i will and won't write! | MASTERLIST

— IMPORTANT : ★

please make sure to check my bio for whether or not my requests are open! my pinned post also has a list of how many of my requests i have completed of the ones previously submitted!

as silly as it is to say; i am biased. if i am given a request involving laurance, that request will be given priority. as i am the one writing the fics, writing requests of many characters can get tiring, so i prefer sometimes to get myself back into the zone by writing my favorite character before other requests (this does not mean your request will be deleted, i will just simply put it in a queue to write!).

in regards to what i will and won't write, please understand that i am going based off what i myself am most comfortable with. if you put a request in my inbox that in any way, shape, or form makes me uncomfortable, i have the right to refuse it. please respect that before submitting any requests!

below you will find the list of everything i will and won't write!

— MY WRITING RULES : ★

WHO WILL I WRITE?

i will write:

mcd characters : if you couldn't tell by now, i absolutely am OBSESSED with minecraft diaries. because of this, any fics i decide to write myself WILL be based in that universe.

mystreet characters : as much as i prefer mcd, i am very much opem to writing mystreet! however, please clarify on your request that it is mystreet, or i will default to writing minecraft diaries!

void paradox characters : i am so obsessed with this mini series and the lore behind it! i will be glad to write about it! but don't expect me to know mod mod world lore since i haven't seen it in years!

i won't write:

romantic aaron x readers : first off, i'd like to say i have nothing against aaron fans! i just personally do not wish to write of him in a romantic way as it makes me uncomfortable. this does NOT mean i won't write him at all! i will 100% write him in a platonic way in requests!

romantic pdh characters x readers : since i am 19, i don't feel comfortable writing x readers of underage characters. i will, however, write platonic and pdh characters x each other though!

side series characters : it has been a LONG time since i have seen any of her other mini side series, so i don't remember much from them! unless they are listed above, i am not going to write series such as inner demons, heart point, ultra nova, etc! this will change in the future when i get to rewatching them!

WHAT WILL I WRITE?

i will write:

romance : i love writing romantic pairings! whether it be of pre-existing characters or x readers, i'm open to it in general! but PLEASE clarify in your request that you mean x character and NOT & character!

platonic : i really enjoy writing friendship fics as well! so feel free to send in any pairing or group and i'll gladly write them! but please be sure to clarify it's platonic in your request!

sequels : if you like a particular one shot i have written, feel free to request a part 2 or more! i'm definitely interested in expanding upon previous stories!

poly : i am completely down to write polyamory relationships! as someone who is poly themself, i truly wish there was more representation! also, please make sure to clarify in which way the relationship goes and who is dating who as well!

prompts : i love having a sense of direction to go in, so prompts are greatly encouraged! but don't worry, if you don't have one, i can write up a scenario myself!

suggestive : i will write suggestive content from time to time or insinuate at topics if the content is right! i will not write suggestive on requests unless it is specifically stated! please do NOT request this if you are a minor.

drabbles : writing little stories and or my thoughts on different scenarios i have in my brain are definitely something i'm interested in! so please share your ideas so i can ramble on about that!

headcanons : i love writing headcanons for characters! so if you have a character in mind with a certain topic as well, i will gladly write about it! or with no topic at all i'll just list my thoughts!

angst : i personally love to torture these characters and make them suffer more than they do in canon (sorry). so feel free to send any angst requests and i'll happily write them!

i won't write:

proship material : anything involving underage characters or problematic themes shed in a good light will NOT be apart of my writing no matter what. if i feel uncomfortable with a request i will simply reject it.

gendered readers : as someone who uses they/them pronouns myself, i prefer to write gender neutral works in which EVERYONE can see themselves in! so, for any requests, please expect them to be done with either they/them pronouns used, or with no mention of gender!

smut : as of right now, i haven't written many x readers yet, and would prefer to keep nsfw out of my writings for now! i might change my mind in the future, so be sure to check this list often to make sure!

anything i feel uncomfortable with : obviously, i'm going to have my own personal preferences as well, so please do not be offended if i turn down any requests that contain content i feel unsure about!

lastly, i'd like to add that if you have any questions or need clarifications on anything here, don't be afraid to ask in my inbox!

[seeoonghwaa]

hoe4wooyoung's prompt list:

since i take so much time to write my own stuff ive decided that my first fanfics/oneshots/etc should be requested by other people js so i can get the feel for what other ppl like <3

name member + kink number & line number + au/scenario number

^ if u dont provide any of this info i cant write your request xx

you can choose more than one out of all three categories!! Lmk if u have any questions, otherwise pls dont be afraid of sending ur request!! (if u want anything specific, pls lmk too!)

pls enjoy!

Smut

kink

hairpulling

toys

biting

edging

overstim

spanking

spit play

mommy kink (for reader only)

daddy kink (for member n reader)

voyeurism

pegging

temp play

3somes

4somes

praise

degrading

roleplay

edging

lingerie

cockslapping

choking

blindfolds

cumplay

dirtytalk

breeding

mirror sex

bondage

orgy

food play

breeding

lines (these can only be used once so i will cross out all the used ones so that every fic can be unique)

"I'm so hard right now"

"I just wanna shove my cock down your throat"

"I promise I'll be gentle"

"You're so wet for me, baby"

"No one will notice if you keep quiet, darling"

"Just give it to me, please"

"I'll be a good boy for you"

"You wanna what?

"I love it when you scream my name like that baby"

"Please go harder for me"

"Just fucking bend me over"

"How fast can you cum?"

"There is no way you're a virgin"

"You taste so good, my love"

"You're gonna take what I fucking give you, slut"

"You started without me?"

"You're not going to get away with that, princess"

"Help me with my belt, please"

"I haven't done this before"

"Never thought I'd wake up like this"

"You're pussy is so wet for me, darling"

" You're such a dirty fucking slut for me, aren't you?"

"That underwear is unnecessary, take it off"

"You just love this big cock inside you, don't you?"

"You want them to stick their big cocks in you too?"

"Arch your back for me"

"Don't be gentle with me"

"Fuck — I love it when your rough with me"

"Fucking swallow it."

"Be a good girl for me and fucking take it"

scenario/au

idol au

non-idol au

flight attendant

established relationship

bartender

highschool

friends to lovers

one night stand

sex worker

royal

sex god

policeman

sex after breakup

online dating

office

incubus

priest

brothers best friend

married couple

newlyweds

arranged marriage

enemies to lovers

Hotel/motel owner

rockstar

co-worker

butler

maid (ur their maid)

friends with benefits

teacher (their ur teacher)

student (their ur student)

[contentloadingandstuff]

heyyo :>

i've been a reading your works for a while and I've been curious on the process on how you write since I find the way you write very pleasing ! I'm curious on the steps you take once you get like an idea or start working on a request since this and trying to make up so much just from a prompt are the things i struggle a lot with when i try to write— & vvv quickly wanted to ask if you'd ever put your works up on ao3 ? thank you & wish you the bestest !

Hello, fellow writer!

Thank you! People say that sometimes, and it never fails to make me confused. I suppose the reader sees things that the writer cannot...

As you mentioned already, the first step is the idea, or the prompt. In the early days I just used Spin The Wheel for writing suggestions, but nowadays there's no shortage of ideas in my inbox.

So you could say that the idea isn't a problem, right? Wrong.

Not every one is the same. The key point in picking the right ask/idea is making it into a readable, interesting fic. In that sense, not every prompt is doable. Aside from the obvious ones that include things I don't write for, here are a few examples.

Too specific/complicated. Some asks include specific details that are hard to fit into the story as I see it, or limit the writing freedom. There are also the ones that basically are whole fics in themselves. *cough*Shrine Incident*cough*

Repetitive, and I don't mean the ask itself. Writing the exact same scenario over and over, but with different characters would lead to monotony on the blog, and very noticable shortage of unique content. Say, a wedding ceremony for every female character I write for. It would get really repetitive really fast, as most would just follow their culture's traditions with slight differences. Forcing every single one to be unique would be silly and OOC.

This may be a little harsh, but some are uninteresting. They are very rare, but they happen. Things like "their reaction to reader tripping on a shoelace" or "their reaction to getting a gift" would not amount to much readable content, as the reactions would be very limited in variety or straight up identical. Splitting the hairs would be annoying to write and boring to read.

The best ideas are those that are general, leaving much freedom for the writer, but still draw a rough framework to work within.

Now that I have the idea, I need to think it over (as every writer does). It usually takes plenty of time since I want to get solid ideas, not just any random thoughts. Not all ideas are workable into a readable fic as well. It takes longer for pure headcanons since those consist entirely of ideas. The general thought process for the more story-driven fics is something like "I want this to happen" or "I want to include this". Before I get to writing the post down, I already have a general, ordered plot line - it's only a matter of putting it into words and filling the gaps to connect the most important bits. The planning happens during my day - it comes naturally to me. Never once have I sat down and decided to think exclusively about a fic before making it.

There is also the research phase of my writing. Not all fics need research, but if they do, I won't shy away from it. I learned a lot about sepsis from an actual doctor when I was writing the old Fatui!Reader fic with Yelan, I read A LOT, and I mean A LOT about pregnancy for the fluff headcanons to make sure everything is realistic, making sure that X existed in medieval/reinessance times (it is very hard to decide if I should include it sometimes because Genshin's world is like a game of Sid Meier's Civilisation when it comes to technology), I watched a lot of pole dancing tutorials before writing the triple Sumeru smut to get a good reference point... speaking of smut, there is a lot of research going on there.

Why? Because I want to make smut hot. That is the ultimate objective, and sadly my nsfw imagination isn't that good. It has been getting better with the amount of smut I made so far, but it isn't as good as that of some authors. I also want to make sure things look and act as they would in reality. The realism, or making things believable, is one of my main objectives. That is also why smut takes the second spot for the longest writing time - I always want to make sure that things are in order and of as high quality as I can make them. Sadly, smut rarely has any comments. I know why, I understand why, but it does leave me guessing if it was really any good more often than not.

The final part of planning is choosing a format, and sometimes it is kind of hard to do. There are the obvious picks, but sometimes the request is vague enough, and the idea could work in all three - the bulleted headcanons, the mixed headcanons, and the narrative. There are a bunch of miscellany formats too, but I seldom use them.

When the planning is done, the writing part begins. It is rarely done in one sitting, since sometimes I get stuck on specific (usually liminal) points. The longer I am, the more frustrated and tired I get (the extensive planning itself is mentally exhausting, believe it or not), and I never want to write when exhausted. That said, there are some fics that I wrote like this, and people seemed to pay no mind. But still - I want to make sure I am thinking straight while putting my ideas into words. It is sort of a given, I know.

Sometimes I also pass the fic to my beta reader, but it's complicated. Then it's publishing time.

My advice here is to take frequent breaks. If you're barely keeping your eyes open, if you have a headache, if you want to throw your phone/pc/notebook through the nearest window, stop. Take a break, come back when you feel like it. (I'm assuming you write something like fanfiction) Do remember that fanfics are more about the vibe and ideas than real literary substance. If there's no willingness or passion when you write them, they may come out bland and forced. Personally, I focus on all three, but I would advise anyone to do otherwise. It's oftentimes a lot to think through, a lot to plan, and it occasionally gets frustrating.

Unless we're talking serious fanfiction, which in my writing is the Necro AU. Double everything I wrote here and you will get how much thought goes into the AU. Yeah.

As for making fics out of prompts. It depends heavily on the kind of prompt, the kind of fiction, the topic of the prompt, the characters involved and so on and so forth. Sometimes the prompt works with the character, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it gives you too little to work with, sometimes it gives you too much. I find that the ideas come to me themselves, but sometimes getting a bit of inspiration goes a long way. For example, when I was writing the smut and fluff headcanons for respectively Candace + Nilou and Candace, I went to an archeology exhibition regarding Tutankhamun's tomb. Yes, it was in my plans for a long time and yes, I used the ask as an excuse to finally go there, but it made writing that fun nevertheless. Sometimes you just need the right mood to get the ideas flowing.

I hope you find all of what I said coherent, and maybe even helpful to some degree. All of it is just my take on the matter, subjective, based in my own experiences and so on.

If you want to ask something more specific, or if you want me to help you with something, you can always DM me - I would be more than happy to help :3

EDIT: I'll post a select few of the more suitable fics on AO3, as well as Mortuarius. I was told that AO3 folk like AUs more than people do here on Tumblr.

[knightyoomyoui]

KNIGHT'S COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!

Hey guys! Knight here. As all of you know, I’ve been teasing about my plans to do commissions before, and today it's time for me to finally announce that I am officially accepting Ko-Fi commissions for everyone who wants me to create a fic of their own idea, but this time it will be required with a payment. The reason I’ve been doing this is that I hit the point where I do indeed need to save up some income for my college life, and there's a bit of pressure that I’ve been getting from my parents, who want me to save up some money of my own. With that, I decided to use my hobby and interests as one of my sources of funds. I hope you guys understand my situation. My Ko-fi account: knightyoomyoui's Ko-fi Commissions - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get support from fans through donations, memberships, shop sales and more! The original 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page.

So, here’s what you’ll be expecting here in my commission:

WHAT I'M GOING TO WRITE: NOTE: 1.) I only accept pure one-shots, but I’ll consider inserting one smut part that won’t affect the entire plot. 2.) It could be Idol x M Reader, Idol x F Reader, Idol x Idol, or Member x Member. 3.) The plot could be fluff, angst, or both, and the concepts could be anything you want, such as fantasy, action, mystery, etc. SPEED FANFIC for ($15) = 2k–4k words (This should only have a light plot, with not too many situations going on—a quickie, to be exact.) NORMAL FANFIC for ($20) = 5k–7k words (The plot for this could be expanded, with more situations appearing in detail to either show the aftermath of what happened or a flashback to explain how the characters led themselves in that scenario.) HEAVY-DEPTH FANFIC ($30) = 8k–10k words (In this one, you can go all out. Bring every idea you have in that plot, and I’ll do my best to give it magic. Since this is long, you can freely give me a complete story to create, but make it as exact as you can.)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

For the smut, I don’t allow kinks that present body harm, watersport, foot-sucking, armpit licking, non-con, humiliation, other over the top kinks, or incest, especially for idols who are under 18.

No smut part for idols under 18.

HOW TO SUBMIT YOUR COMMISSION:

If you are interested, inform me first by contacting me through direct message in my account “knightyoomyoui” at Wattpad, Tumblr, and AO3. After I acknowledge your interest, you can submit to me the following: 1.) A picture of the idol(s) you want to feature 2.) Your username on Tumblr. Wattpad, and AO3. 3.) Tell the genre of your story (if smut, mention the kink you want specifically). 4.) the length  of your choice 5.) the plot of your story

OTHER THINGS TO REMEMBER:

I strictly DO NOT ALLOW REFUNDS

You can cancel only before I respond and bring ourselves to an agreement.

Expect that if you order SPEED, it will only take like less than a week to be finished, but for NORMAL and HEAVY DEPTH fanfics, it will take much longer, like more than a week but not exceeding up to a month. All of these will depend still in case I do find some struggle with my real-life stuff to prioritize first, so please understand and have some patience for me.

You should not be less than 18 years old to request your commission.

Everything that is going on with our transaction will remain between us. I respect privacy.

Please don’t submit another order when you still have a pending request for me to complete. I get it; it will provide me with more money, but I would appreciate it more if you could wait and be patient.

I want to express my gratitude to everyone who has been supporting me as an author. I may not be a great writer, but I can assure you that I’ve been doing everything I can to improve myself so that I can continue impressing and entertaining my readers and fellow K-Pop fans. I am actually overwhelmed that this hobby that I fell in love with has led me to gain the ability to use it as my strategy to earn income. I wish you all a wonderful day and thank you so much again for reading, especially for those who will have an interest in ordering!

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

hi! I was just wondering if you were planning to do anything more with the Self Aware AU! And if so if you were taking requests on it?

Hi! This is the creator of this version of the TWST Self-Aware AU. Sorry for the late reply.

To be completely honest with you (and others who are reading this), I only wrote my version of the AU because I read too many fics of this specific trope and they always ended up with either the reader(s) being stuck in the game forever, or have their lives ruined by sentient, reimagined characters twisted by iconic D*sney villains/figures.

I was just tired of how the MC/Reader keeps getting into god awful scenarios and wished for them to do the most logical things to keep themselves safe from harm’s way.

Which is how and why I wrote Gamer!MC/Yuu the way they are in the first post on the AU.

They were onboard of contacting the TWST Development team about the “issue” and also contacted a friend about the dilemma while deciding if they should try connecting with the FBI tech division if it’s a hacker trick for digging data.

As for if I’m planning to continue this unique take on the trope, unfortunately I decided not to since it’s actually tiring to find new ideas to build up the concept. If I do decide to continue the idea, I’ll let you and everyone else know.

[ofallthingsnasty]

It's been a few days since I read your RD2 fic "through the briar" and AHHHHGHGHHH!!! I haven't been able to think of anything else since then, it is such an amazing read. Look I like a softened up Micah as much as the next person, but it was so refreshing to have him portrayed as nasty and horrible as he is in canon. Genuinely got chills and felt creeped out while reading it was great lol

So if its not too much trouble I would like to request maybe a small aftermath fic? Specifically the aftermath if reader did up getting pregnant from that terrible event in the woods. Either how things would play out with the reader being pregnant during the events of the game.

Or instead a mini fic about a few years into the future with the reader already having at least one child with Micah living in a small cabin somewhere. And deciding to grab their kid and make a run for it while Micah is away, and the terrible consequences of that :/

I will honestly be happy with either one of these, if you feel like writing them.

Thank you for taking the time to read this long rant and request :)

Oh my god, I got the notif for this while I was at the drug store and I just stood there smiling my ass off at my screen while people pushed me away -- thank you so much, and I am so so happy that you liked it!! Its anniversary is coming up and it's genuinely my favorite fic I've written so far 😭💖💖 I am so honored that it gave you something to chew on, I really wanted to creep my readers out haha

Micah just fascinates me. I really don't like him but his character is just so fucking good - he's positively mesmerizing, a huge part of that is because of Peter Blomquist's absolutely stellar voice acting. I've never had this with a character and haven't found it again so far, Micah is just special. (Hahaha sorry for the ramble lol)

Regarding your requests - have you been living in my brain? 😂💖 Those are exactly the two scenarios that intruge me the most and I want to write both -- because I can't pass up a fic with Arthur absolutely wrecking his relationship with you due to guilt and rage (directed at Micah) and the whole troupe reacting to what has happened (of course, they'd never know the full truth, considering Micah's ways with Dutch) - just a whole lot of suffering for poor, poor little old you. And the escape attempt scenario - and its consequences - have me feral. It's just getting worse and worse for you in this situation. Just a whole lot of delicious misery.

They both came up last year after I posted the fic - but because of me finishing up uni I couldn't even think about writing them. Now that I've got my diploma, I can finally tackle them -- so thanks for expressing interest!! I am putting them on my list for this year, I'm dying to write more Micah...