#hello random oneshot for no reason

[popatochisssp]

You meet someone at a funeral. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

[ourzeui]

please don't be a snitch!

PAIRING caitlyn kiramman x f!reader

TYPE oneshot

NOTE this is in modern setting! reader has a twin, and they have opposite personalities (reader = a lil' shy; twin = brazen)

CW mature themes, alcohol use, suggestive content, strong language (cursing!!), anxiety/stress

11:59 PM — Friday night.

This was definitely a bad fucking idea.

You repeatedly glance at your wrist watch, legs fidgeting as you try so hard to not leave your twin sister alone. Heart ramming against your chest, you desperately hope your sister will soon get tired from dancing around the room and decide that both of you will just go home and rest. Because, anytime now, your strict parents would realize that both of you still aren’t home and would go berserk once they find out you’re out clubbing. In other words, you and your sister would be killed. Both metaphorically and literally.

This wasn’t your idea in the first place. The thought of random people just eating each other’s faces out, touching each other’s bodies where one thing leads to another… it, uh, just rubs you off in the wrong way. You just can't shake off the feeling that there's a big possibility that something bad might happen, with the alcohol driving people mad crazy. If your twin sister didn’t force you to go with her, you’d probably never step foot in a club. Ever.

You can’t help but cringe as you see your sister flirt with another guy for what seems like the twentieth time today. Both of them giggle on the corner of the room, shamelessly checking each other out. A minute later, the guy drags your flushed twin to one of the random rooms, no doubt going to do…whatever it is that they’re going to do.

Upon realizing what’s happening, your heart immediately drops to the floor. Despite having absolutely zero hook-up experience, you definitely know where that is going.

“That shithead,” you curse under your breath as you hurriedly try to follow your sister and her partner. Squeezing through the sweaty dance floor, you see your twin giggle as the guy playfully pushes her inside the room, followed by the door slamming with a loud thud despite the blasting disco music. You wonder how desperate could your sister be for deciding to follow a random man alone in a closed room knowing what could possibly happen.

Well, your sister did repeatedly say she was "dying to get laid" months prior. Maybe today was the day she was finally getting that.

But maybe today was also the day she’s going to die because she’s about to do something she might regret for the rest of her life (+ your parents will, again, definitely k-word both of you if she’s caught).

Before you could even approach the door, you spot a familiar blue-haired woman, sitting down cross-legged near the bar counter.

Caitlyn.

Upon seeing her, your heart drops the second time, beads of sweat forming on your temples. Both you and your sister should get out now, because if Caitlyn sees you and asks where your sister is, both of you should be prepared to never see the light of day again.

Here's the thing: Caitlyn's parents are close friends of your parents, so it's inevitable that you'd often meet each other. Both of you had never shared a proper conversation before though, just a few hello's and a "Can you please pass me the sauce?" over the table during family dinners.

One thing you know about Caitlyn though is that she always does what she thinks is right.

…She will be a snitch if she wants to.

The reason why her presence right now is so unnerving is because you can't forget the day how your mother made her promise that she should tell her immediately if "one of her daughters are caught doing crazy things", and Caitlyn always keeps her promises.

And just your luck, Caitlyn looks up at the perfect time, her piercing blue eyes locking on yours.

You freeze.

She tilts her head slightly, the corner of her mouth curling in what looks suspiciously like amusement. You can already feel the lecture forming, not from her but from your parents, the second she makes that phone call.

She picks up a glass, takes a sip, and then—oh no—stands up, walking through the crowd until she’s standing right in front of you, effortlessly poised despite the chaos around you both.

“Funny seeing you here,” she says, her voice smooth but carrying a note of dry humor.

“This—this isn’t what it looks like,” you stammer, hating how defensive you sound.

She raises a brow. “Isn’t it? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like your sister just disappeared into a room with a guy who probably doesn’t know her name, and you’re about to have a heart attack trying to figure out what to do about it.”

You wince. “Okay, maybe it is what it looks like. But—”

"But you didn’t want to be here in the first place,” Caitlyn finishes for you, crossing her arms. “And now you’re stuck cleaning up the mess.”

You nod, a little surprised she understands so easily.

“Let me guess,” she says, her smirk growing. “You’re worried I’m going to tell your parents.”

“Uh, yeah. Pretty much,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. The rate of your heartbeat increases each second, and you fidget your fingers.

Caitlyn sighs, shaking her head. “Relax. I’m not going to snitch.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” she says simply. Then she leans in slightly, her voice quieter but firm. “But I am going to help you.”

“Help me?” You blink, confused.

“Yes,” she says, rolling her eyes slightly like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Because if you go barging into that room on your own, you’ll probably make things worse. So, let’s handle this together before your sister does something she regrets.”

You hesitate, unsure if you can trust her, but something about her calm, confident attitude is reassuring.

“Why would you help me?” you ask.

She shrugs, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Because I’ve been in your shoes before. And honestly? It’s better than having your mom yell at me for not stepping in.”

You groan, rubbing your temples. “Fine. What’s the plan?”

Caitlyn’s smile widens, just slightly, and for the first time, it feels genuine. “Follow my lead.”

Instead of heading toward the room, Caitlyn gestures toward the bar.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, looking between her and the door where your sister disappeared.

“Relax,” she says, grabbing two stools. “We’ll give it a minute. If we charge in too quickly, your sister’s just going to get defensive and make things worse. Trust me on this.”

You hesitantly sit beside her, tapping your fingers against the counter. Caitlyn orders herself a soda, which surprises you. “Not drinking?” you ask.

She shakes her head. “I like to keep a clear head in places like this. Too many people lose theirs.”

You nod slowly, watching her as she takes a sip. For someone who’s in a club, surrounded by chaos, she seems so calm, like none of this fazes her.

“So… do you come here often?” you ask awkwardly, desperate to fill the silence.

She laughs softly. “Not really. A friend dragged me out tonight, but she ditched me for some guy about an hour ago.”

You wince. “Sounds familiar.”

Caitlyn smiles, her eyes meeting yours. “Yeah, but at least I ended up with better company.”

You blink, heat rising to your cheeks. “Oh.”

There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again, her voice softer. “You’re a good sibling, you know that?”

You scoff. “I’m just trying to keep her out of trouble.”

“Exactly.” She tilts her head, studying you. “Not everyone would go through this kind of mess for someone else. It says a lot about you.”

Her words catch you off guard, and you find yourself fidgeting under her gaze. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is,” she insists, her tone warm but firm. “And I think it’s admirable.”

Before you can respond, Caitlyn glances toward the door where your sister disappeared. She sighs and stands. “Alright, I think we’ve waited long enough. Ready to be the hero?”

You nod, your heart racing as you follow her. But as you walk beside her, you notice the way her shoulder brushes against yours, the way her presence somehow makes you feel less panicked and more… safe.

Your heart flutters again, and you stare intently on Caitlyn's back. BUT, your heart drops for the third time today as your phone rings.

Mom <3 Missed call (34) Slide for more

Shit.

© ourzeui, 2025

[illubean]

Less Than Three!

"Oh, I just cant wait to get home from school. So I can get online and talk with my boyfriend!"

Characters: Satoru Gojo Type: Oneshot, NoCurse!AU, Fem!Reader

Inspired by the song Less Than Three by Disko Warp; also i'm using a 24 hour clock here for chat timestamps

Warnings: reader has no sense of internet safety but this is for fictional purpouses only, pls don't meet random strangers off the internet irl

You sighed as you watched the seconds tick by on a nearby clock.

Ten minutes. Just ten minutes before I can finally go home.

This was the longest ten minutes of your life, as your teacher dragged on and on about whatever topic she was teaching today. You could care less about what she had to say though, your mind preoccupied with more important things.

When the bell finally sounded at 3:30, you shot up from your seat, hurriedly packing all of your belongings before rushing towards the front of the school. As you were changing into your outside shoes, you were stopped by a friend.

"Hey Y/n!"

You sighed as you stood up to face her, really not having the time to chat right now.

"Hello, Ume (randomly generated name)"

You quickly headed out the front doors, making your way to the gate of the school with Ume hot on your trail.

"The third year classes are headed to karaoke right now, y'know. You're coming, right?"

"Sorry, but I'm going home. I just have so much studying to do," you lied.

It's not like you could ever tell her the truth, since she would never believe you. Everyone knew you were a bit of a shut in, often opting to stay home and play video games all day instead of going out and hanging out like most other girls your age. You never left the house unless it was to go to school, so telling Ume about your online boyfriend was NOT an option.

Even if she did believe you, she would tease you relentlessly for it. Besides, you didn't know anything about this guy's real life. The only information you had was his given name.

Ume sped up in order to cut you off, stopping you in your tracks and placing her hands on your shoulders.

"Oh come on, Y/n! All you ever do is sit at that computer of your's. It's your last year of high school, live a little! And beides, I heard that cute boy thats crushing on you from class B will be there," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

"Eugh, even more reason not to go. And Murayama is the farthest thing from cute!"

Even if he was attractive, he could never compare to the kind hearted boy you met on Final Fantasy XI Online.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone now. But if you ever want to get out that room of your's, shoot me an email, kay?"

"Whatever, bye Ume!"

The minute you got home you kicked off your shoes, ditched your school bag, and rushed up to your room, ignoring your mother's scolding for being so reckless. You quickly shut your door behind you before taking a seat at your computer and frantically logging in. Your eyes lit up as you spotted an IRC notification coming from a familiar username.

15:44:25 hoejoe69| Hello my beutiful princess

You smiled to yourself, swinging your feet back and forth as you typed your reply.

15:48:22 y/nnie | hey toru! :-D 15:49:01 hoejoe69| How was your day @ skool? 15:49:59 y/nnie | boring as always vv 15:50:11 y/nnie | I was thinking of u all day! 15:50:59 hoejoe69| Yeah I'm just kewl liek that B) 15:51:06 hoejoe69| What r u doing this weekend? 15:51:43 y/nnie | I don't have any plans 15:51:50 y/nnie | except talking to u ofc ^^ 15:52:00 hoejoe69| How about 15:52:06 hoejoe69| We talk in person 15:52:11 hoejoe69| Ur in Kyoto right? I can take the train 2 u

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you processed the words on your screen. Did he really want to come see you? Flustered, you hastily typed out a response before jumping out of your chair and squealing.

Satoru sat at his desk, eyes practically glued to his monitor as he slouched, nervously anticipating your reply after he typed out his message. Geto lounged on his best friends bed, mindlessly scrolling through MySpace on his phone.

"What's even the point in inviting me over if all you do is sit at that damn computer all day?"

"Shhhh, Suguru! This is important!"

The blackette sighed, rolling his eyes.

"What could be so important over there? Are you about to have cybersex or something? Seriously, Satoru, why don't you ever try talking to real girls."

"Y/n is a real girl...I just happened to meet her online! Don't hate me cus you aint me, Suguru!"

"There's nothing for me to be jealous of, I get plenty of play. Maybe if you weren't so nerdy, girls would like you too, just saying," Geto shrugs.

Satoru's eyebrow twitches at this, as he swivels his chair around to point at his current antagonist.

"Girls DO like me! They just don't get me, which is why I like Y/n and not them!"

The snowy haired male nearly snapped his neck as he turned to look back at his monitor upon hearing that oh so familiar ping!

15:54:33 y/nnie | I'd like that <3 meet u @ the station @ 1 | sat? 15:54:54 hoejoe69| See u then princess <3

Satoru was so elated that you accepted his offer that he didn't even notice his best friend had gotten up to peer at the screen over his shoulder.

"Gross. What if she turns out to be a 60 year old man?"

The blue eyed man jumps, turning to glare at his dark haired companion next to him.

"She's not a 60 year old man, I'm sure of it!"

"Whatever dude, its your life."

It was currently 5 minutes before the train from Tokyo was scheduled to arrive in Kyoto, as you sat and waited nervously. No one knew you were meeting your FFXI boyfriend right now, and your thoughts were moving at a mile per minute.

I wonder if he's as handsome as his avatar. Maybe he's tall? Ooh, what if he dresses in street style!? I can't wait to see my Toru!

Your thoughts were cut off at the sound of the train tracks screeching as the train came to a stop. You excitedly stood up, holding the sign you made with his name on it in front of you. You had told him last night to look for it in order to find you.

You scanned over the large crowd of people exiting the train, before accidentally locking eyes with an electric blue pair.

Oh wow.

Whoever that stranger was was beautiful. He was tall, had beautiful, milky skin and the softest looking white hair. You had never seen someone so ethereal.

Wait a minute...he kind of looks like-

The stranger seemed to glance down at your hands, before looking back up at you with a wide smile painted across his face.

There's no way...

The beautiful stranger began to quickly approach you, squeezing through the crowd as you came to the conclusion that was undoubtably your Satoru.

You finally snapped out of your wide eyed daze as he got closer, opening your arms to him as he scoops you up into a tight embrace. He spun you around first, before placing you back on the ground and pulling away to look you in the eyes once more.

"It's great to know you really are a pretty girl instead of a 60 year old man, Y/n," he says in a smooth, comforting voice that was enough to make you swoon. You looked away bashfully as his wide smile turned into something more of a teasing smirk.

"You're not too bad yourself, Satoru," you reply, not being able to maintain eye contact as you looked off to the side.

He chuckled lightly at this, removing his arms from around you in order to gently grasp your hand in his much larger one.

"How about we get something to eat, yeah? Then you can tell me all about Kyoto."

[etherealhannie]

( oneshot ) ،، hidden beauty ،، ⌇ 조슈아

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،، you hide but only appear when you smile , where did you come from ? don’t lie , i know you’re an angel ،، .ᐟ 🍨

pairing .ᐟ bf!joshua × gf!fem!reader genre .ᐟ established relationship , admiration of indentation word count .ᐟ 1.1k song rec. .ᐟ dimple - bts

note .ᐟ hii , i know ive been gone for too long , but──i don't where this coming from but , i was shuffling on spotify until dimple come across and i levitate for a moment . jungkook's adlip- hello ?? the whole vocal line ate im afraid . and as i was scrolling through tiktok , joshua appreciation edit appears and i notice his smol dimple so i have to do it .

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The first time Y/N noticed it, she was caught completely off guard.

They had been walking through the park, the sun low in the sky, casting a soft golden hue over the world. Hong Joshua, her lover of three years, was laughing at something, his usually serene face breaking into an unexpected smile. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him smile, of course—she had seen him smile thousands of times. But this smile, this one was different. As his lips curved up, the soft skin on his cheek pulled back ever so slightly to reveal a faint dimple.

Y/N blinked, momentarily stunned. How had she never noticed it before?

“What's wrong, dear?” Joshua asked, his laughter dying down as he looked at her, his smile easing back into his more typical calm expression. And just like that, the dimple disappeared, as if it had never existed.

“Nothing,” she murmured, her eyes still tracing the spot where it had been. “I just… never noticed your dimple.”

“My dimple?” He tilted his head in confusion.

“Yeah, right here,” she said, reaching up and gently pressing her fingers to the spot where she’d seen it, brushing her thumb lightly over his smooth skin. “You have a dimple when you smile a certain way.”

Joshua laughed again, and there it was—the small indentation, just deep enough to be noticeable but subtle enough that it could easily be missed. “I’ve never really thought about it,” he said, amused.

Y/N smiled softly, her heart warming at the sight. There was something about it, something about that hidden dimple that felt like a secret just for her—a little treasure that only revealed itself in those moments when Joshua’s guard was completely down, when he was relaxed and happy. She found herself wanting to see it again, and again, and again.

Over the next few weeks, Y/N became acutely aware of how rare that particular smile of his was. Joshua smiled often, of course—he was always warm and kind, his face lighting up with soft grins or gentle chuckles. But the dimple, that hidden mark on his cheek, only appeared when he laughed with genuine joy, when something really caught him off guard or made him truly happy.

It became her little mission, though she never told him. She wanted to see it again. She wanted to bring out that kind of happiness in him, to be the reason for those deeper, unguarded smiles. So, she started doing little things—bringing home his favorite snacks, sending him random funny texts during the day, playfully teasing him when they were together. She even started trying out silly jokes, which, to be honest, rarely worked, but every now and then, she’d strike gold and his laugh would bubble up, rich and full, his dimple appearing for just a moment before fading away again.

One evening, they were lounging on the couch together, Y/N lying with her head in Joshua’s lap while he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. She was in the middle of telling him a ridiculous story about a mishap at work, exaggerating details just enough to make it funnier. She could see him smiling down at her, but not the smile she was really aiming for. His usual, small smile, warm but reserved.

“And then—get this—the whole cake just fell on the floor. Splat. Like, I’ve never seen anything fall that fast,” she said, using her hands to gesture dramatically. “It was like the universe wanted that cake dead.”

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds like a disaster.”

“Oh, it was,” Y/N said, grinning. “But the look on my coworker’s face—priceless. Like she just saw her future flash before her eyes and it involved a lot of cake cleanup.”

And that did it. Joshua burst into laughter, a real laugh this time, one that made his shoulders shake. Y/N's eyes snapped to his cheek, and there it was—the dimple. Soft, barely-there, but perfect. She smiled up at him, her heart fluttering.

“What?” Joshua asked, his laughter still bubbling out as he looked down at her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

“Nothing,” Y/N said, her voice soft. “I just like seeing you laugh.”

Joshua’s smile softened, his laughter fading but the dimple still faintly visible as he looked at her with those warm, understanding eyes. He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I like it when you make me laugh.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but reach up, tracing her fingers along his cheek. “I like your dimple,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Joshua blinked, surprised. “My dimple?”

“Yeah. It only shows up when you’re really happy,” she explained. “It’s like a little secret.”

Joshua seemed to consider that for a moment, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “I never thought about it that way,” he admitted. “But if it’s a secret, I guess it’s one that only you know now.”

Y/N’s chest swelled with affection, and she smiled up at him, feeling like she’d been given a gift. Not just the dimple, but the knowledge that she could make him laugh like that, that she could bring out that hidden part of him.

From that moment on, Y/N found herself constantly seeking out opportunities to see Joshua’s dimple. It became something of a game, a private challenge she set for herself. She learned what made him laugh, what little things brightened his day. She became a master of silly inside jokes, of playful teasing, of moments that only the two of them shared.

And every time she succeeded, every time she saw that dimple appear, even for the briefest of moments, she felt like she was holding a piece of something rare and beautiful—something that belonged to her and her alone.

In the quiet moments when Joshua wasn’t smiling, when he was his usual composed and calm self, Y/N would sometimes catch herself tracing her fingers over the spot where the dimple would be, as if trying to conjure it back into existence. And sometimes, if he was in the right mood, he’d give her a soft smile, just enough to bring it out again, and she’d laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling like she had found her very own hidden treasure.

In those moments, she knew—she’d never stop searching for that dimple, for that secret smile, for the hidden joy she knew she could bring to the one person she loved most in the world.

[likablemuffin]

Sleepover with the disaster twins!

(From: Random ROTTMNT oneshots, requested story)

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Well the brownie making was a biiiiiiiiiiit problematic...

But hey! Now they have somehow managed to invite Y/n over for a sleepover! And they were probably going to fight over who got to sleep with them....eh whatever.

They waited at the entrance to the lair but instead of fighting each other they simply stood next to each other and stared at the entrance sometimes giving the other a quick glance. (or glare)

Finally, after what felt like hours, Y/n showed up.

"Y/n! Hello hello!" Leo rushes up to Y/n and hugs them. Donnie looks like he wants to shoot Leo's head with one of his mystic guns while Leo shoots him a smug expression basically saying: "Look at me! Y/n is actually comfortable with my touch! Doubt you could do this." 

Donnie walks up and rips Leo off of Y/n with his metal arms. "Ahem. My greatest apologies Y/n. Leo is simply being annoying as usual."

Leo lets out an offended gasp and Y/n chuckles. "Is this sleepover going to be the same thing as the brownie making?" 

Leo shakes his head. "Nope! In fact no brownies will be involved!" Y/n rolls their eyes and smiles.

Leo starts to walk off. "Come on! Let's go play some video games!" Donnie glares at him. "There's other stuff we can do you know." Y/n chuckles. "But I want to play video games." Donnie looks at Y/n for a few seconds and blinks a few times. He turns back to Leo and clears his throat. "Well I suppose we could play video games."

Okay can we just discuss the fact that LEO IS THE MOST COMPETITIVE PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE??? 

Every single time someone almost beat him he would throw a fit and smack them with his controller. Well if it was Y/n he would just lightly punch their shoulder.

After they all played Mario Kart, they decided to play something else. They let Y/n choose. What game did Y/n pick? Wii Sports! Their reasoning was that since everyone has played it everyone should be pretty good at it! Wrong.

Donnie is......terrible at it is putting it nicely. 

He tries of course! But just...he cant seem to do it.

After a full hour and a half of Donnie being embarrassed and trying pitifully to keep up with Leo and Y/n they finally stopped playing. Donnie practically throws himself on the couch. 

"Let's NEVER do that again." Y/n chuckles and sits next to him. "Aww come on! Why not?" "Because I don't know if you noticed, but I was practically getting my ass handed to me." Leo flops on top of him to which Donnie starts thrashing around to get him off. "Oh come onnnnn Dee....you were greaaaatt!!" 

Donnie groans. "You're just trying to say that so I will admit I'm bad at the game." Leo scoffs. "I would nevvverrr!" Donnie rolls his eyes and pushes Leo off of him Leo making an "Ompf" sound as he hits the floor. Y/n chuckles.

Leo gets up and brushes himself off. "Alrighty then! I don't know about you guys, but I personally am literally starving, so I'm going to go get some snacks." Y/n quickly gets off the couch. "I want some!" Leo smirks. "Well then, follow me!" He does finger guns in Y/n's direction, to which Donnie groans.

They all head into the kitchen and Leo starts shuffling around in the cabinets. "Okayyyy. So we have some chips some....already popped popcorn?? In a zip lock bag?? Dang." Leo continues to name things while he throws them on the counter. 

After around five minutes everything is finally on the counter and now everyone can decide what they want to eat. 

Y/n chooses some Doritos (whichever flavour is your favourite :D) Donnie chooses some fruit and Leo eats the leftover popcorn to which Donnie is disgusted by. 

After everyone eats what they choose Leo speaks up. "How about we watch a Jupiter Jim movie!!" Donnie crosses his arms. "Haven't you already watched all of them?" "Yeah, but so have you! And besides Y/n hasn't watched any before!" "Nardo I meant that because you watched them meant that we shouldn't because we would already know what happened. You saying that I also watched them just helps my point." 

Leo grabs Y/n's hand and rushes out of the room. "We're going to start without you nerd!!" Donnie groans. "Did you not even hear what I said…??"

It took forever to decide what Jupiter Jim movie to watch, but they finally decided on one and play it on the projector. Y/n grabs some blankets and Leo grabs some more snacks. They all get snuggled in but Y/n made Donnie and Leo sit together, much to their distaste. 

As the credits start to roll, Y/n looks over at Leo and Donnie, only to find them both asleep on each other. Y/n smirks and takes out their phone to snap a picture. "Oh ho ho...now isn't this cute..." Y/n chuckles silently to themselves and puts their phone away. They take another blanket and puts it over Donnie and Leo to make them more snug.

Its then they realize Donnie and Leo fell asleep holding hands. 

"Holy heck, that's adorable-" Y/n grabs their phone again and takes a picture of them holding hands. They put their phone down again and turns off the projector. They snuggle into their own blanket and puts their arm around the disaster twins.

"Good night, you stupid disaster twins." 

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Hey heyy!

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I know this request is random

but can I have an The Real Frankie Oneshot where the reader has a panic attack and he comforts the reader?

Also, you can include Fluff if you want :D

If Panic Attacks are allowed

HELLO!! Don’t worry, panic attacks are allowed! I am very fortunate to have you as my first request in a long while, I hope you enjoy reading and thank you for sending this in!!💖💖

OTHER FRANKIE X READER HAVING A PANIC ATTACK ONE SHOT

“But if you were on a plane, you would either have to eat the food they give you or the food you bring yourself.” you explained to Frankie, teaching him about planes and the average experience.

“And how does airplane food taste?” the charismatic rabbit inquired.

You shrugged,“I haven’t been on a plane in a while, and probably won’t be on one again, but from what I remember, it tastes okay. Like, it’s not the kind of thing I would go out of my way to buy, but if it’s there and I have to eat it, I’ll take it.” 

“What are the options?”

“Uh well, for lunch and dinner, personally, they did, uh, soups and you could pick chicken or vegetable.” your answer weaving from personal experience,“For breakfast, normally they’d give you two bits of toast, butter and jam if you asked.”

“No cereal?”

You snorted. Of course he would ask that,“Frankie, you’re in the sky, it’d be kinda impossible to have a bowl of cereal if the plane is constantly turning.”

“Then stop the plane.”

“What, in midair?” you chortled,“You can’t do that!”

“Why not? I see no issue. If you enjoy cereal, especially my brand, then it’s a procedure worth implementing!” he insisted, gesticulating proudly. 

“No, it’s not!” you counter argued, shifting passionately in your seat to face him,“For starters, it would delay the entire flight. You don’t know people like how I know people, Frankie, and we’re already an impatient bunch when the flight is going smoothly. So no one, even serious cereal enjoyers, would want to have cereal if it means-” your body was beginning to bathe in a rapid warmth, but you dismissed it to be the changes in the room temperature,“If it means…the entire plane has to stop midair.”

“Uh huh?” He responded with an impish glint in his smile, daring you to go on.

“Then, like I said, uh…” For some reason, your confidence was crumbling away. Where was the pride? The anticipation? You tried to regain it by thought. However, it unexpectedly did the opposite- it wasn’t the delightfully laughable plane scenario that painted your mind anymore, but the motion sickness. Motion sickness? Yeah, the sickness you get. When the plane’s moving.

You look down at your chair. Your chair wasn’t moving, but you felt like vomiting. Your stomach was squirming uncomfortably. Where was this feeling coming from?

“Uh, yeah-” Where were you again? You started blinking rapidly,“Sorry… I-I think I got uh…som…some…”

Now your speech. You lowered your head and tried to bring your hand up to your eye, but you were trembling. Trembling…? What…? You’ve gone so lightheaded. Your chest tightened, as though your diaphragm suddenly yanked every bit of it. It’s…getting hard to breathe. At this point, it was too late to realise that the source of warmness was just you.

What was going on with you? Why were you acting like this? Everything was fine! You were having a great conversation!

Frankie was getting concerned, his mischief long gone,“Contestant? Is everything alright?”

You wanted to say yes. But you couldn’t.

You don’t know what answer you gave because you simply couldn’t hear anything, apart from the aggressive banging of your heart against your eardrums. Your hand was still trembling.

What the hell? Why…were you reacting this way? You don’t understand. The danger is over. You’re not in danger anymore.

So...why... Why...

Why is your body reacting like this?

Stop it...

Stop it.

Stop it!

“Stop it... Stop it...” you shuddered, gritting sweatily through your teeth, though it was no use. Your heartbeat wasn’t resting, your hand was still trembling, your chest hurts, your chest hurts!

Was Frankie talking? You don’t know, but you vaguely felt his large hand patting your back. The weight of it forced the fabric of your clothes down, sticking onto your frightened body as a result of sweat.

“Help me… Help me… I-I can’t stop this!” you mumbled desperately.

This was the worst. You could barely move and yet, so much was going on in you. Every inhale felt tortuous with the heavy agony caging your chest. Your mouth was opened and the warmth was suffocating, until you could make out what Frankie was saying again. 

“Stay with me, contestant! Can you try naming five colours? Any colour you can think of.”

“Colours…” you murmured, the line between your eyelids and the room still clashing with each other. You gulped, praying you wouldn’t vomit while providing your answer,“Uh… Um… Red… Grey… Brown… Pink… Purple.”

You didn’t vomit. In fact, that small exercise was enough to lift some nausea in exchange for some control in moving your head and abandoning the excessive blinking.

“Very good, lucky contestant, you are doing an incredible job!” Frankie cheered, his towering build almost resetting it all,“Now that you can move your head again, can you name five things you see, besides me?”

Five things… Your chest was slowly allowing you to inhale longer, re-energising your voice,“Um…” you hastily looked around, the hotness on your forehead condensing into droplets,“C-Cereal boxes… Whiteboard… Posters… Um… M-Monitors! And this desk…?”

“Bravo!” he cheered once more, gazing down at you,“How are you feeling? Any better?”

Yes…you did. Your body was still again and you didn't think you were gonna die! What a relief, a relief! Yet you gulped, the last lingering need to vomit faded,“I-I’m here…” you could speak now.

“Yes, you are.” Frankie affirmed, still patting your back.

“The… The game is over, right..? I-I won, right?” you asked, meek like a skylark.

“Yes you did!” he affirmed once more,“Good grief, lucky contestant! What happened to you?”

Guilt immediately displaced your dizziness: not only had you interrupted the flow of the conversation, but you couldn’t even offer a good explanation for it,“I…don’t know myself. This kinda thing has never happened to me before.” Disorientation fogged your senses. How could something happen and just go away like it didn’t? If Frankie wasn’t there, you would have believed so.

On the return of your rationality, it clicked.

You weren’t a doctor, but you were grown enough to connect the dots. In the game, you were so focused on keeping yourself alive, that you couldn’t focus on the emotionally taxing effects. It appeared that your brain had literally locked your anxiety away from your consciousness to pour more focus into sustaining your fight or flight, doing everything it possibly could to take you out of death’s claws.

Yes… You remember how you were barely hanging over your anxiety and how narrowed your focus was on just surviving.

Now that you had, it all oozed out.

You still don’t understand, the game- the game had ended a while ago. Why didn’t this weird experience happen right after?

You take a few more breaths, trying to restore your pulse back to normal and remove the stiffness from your chest. You could speak normally now.

“Thank you…” your gratitude left your composed lips gently. The rabbit robot could have dismissed or mocked you, yet he helped you,“I’m sorry about that.”

He patted your head, unbothered,“Don’t apologise! I can’t have my contestant doing the next season in such a frightened state!” he chirped,“So, what was that all about anyway? Did you choke?”

You pause. This was tricky. Do you tell him what happened or do you lie?

There wasn’t time to weigh the pros and cons, you had to answer. Then again, your silence would affirm that it wasn’t something spontaneous.

“Uh… Well, I think it’s more of a psychological…” you didn’t know how you were going to phrase it, since your starting words already had Frankie tilting his head.

“Psychological? But I saw it!”

“No no, I know, that’s not what I meant. I mean…” you gave yourself time to word it by taking another breath,“This, I think, happened because in the gameshow, when my life was on the line, I��couldn’t acknowledge how stressful it was, so now that I’m safe, it, well, I guess my body feels comfortable with coming to terms with it?” you didn’t know if that made sense; it appeared to.

“Ah!” The sound to mark the lightbulb switching on in his black beady eyes,“Right, I see! I knew that there’s a response system contestants act on, but never thought it would be possible for a contestant to unintentionally delay whatever should have been felt ages ago!” he confessed,“Apologies, contestant! As I’ve said before, you’re the first to have made it this far, so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m ignorant to these things.”

That was both heartwarming and cruel. On one hand, Frankie was worried and clearly was willing to learn more about how people functioned, but on the other hand…

Whatever. You can’t really complain or point out the paradox of the situation when he did choose to give you the support you needed.

That’s why you nodded and beamed,“It’s fine… I appreciate how you’re being polite about it.”

“It’s a given!” he claimed, taking his hand off your head,“So uh, you want to go back to testing your persuasion skills on why stopping the plane to eat cereal is a bad idea?”

The proposal was so ridiculous, you just had to accept.

[amesul]

Can you do some sue bird smut? Like even a oneshot pls 🙏 there's like no content for her on here

of courseeee! stop it. its kinda depressing that there isnt any fics for the fine woman.. like have we seen her?? this isn’t really a oneshot but its pwp and a cliffhanger… so plz enjoy angel!! ₊˚⊹♡

it made you irate knowing you were asked to stay later hours when everyone got to leave early for the upcoming break. it was unfair. u didn’t allow ur boss to keep you more in the office, not when u worked hard enough to survive one more week.

you determined going on vacation by yourself. no friends. no family members. you barely had anytime for yourself back at home, so you chose for a good step back at orlando florida.

it was said to be a sunny week, which was nearly immaculate for you. a fresh sip of hennessy was something u wanted right now.

you finally arrived to ur hotel room, sighing softly as all those steps did work on you. the elevator not working for some sort of reason which is why you even came to this hotel, because of the easy way to get out and get it.

no matter what, you were gonna try to embrace this break.

clasping the hotel card for the door, you entered the semi-tousled room. the stout tv was on, a random channel displaying as no one was around, leaving the tv by itself.

you were rather surprised.

you had no idea or any heads up that u were gonna get a roommate. considering that you did get a two bed hotel, you didn’t know why you didn’t expect it.

“hello?” you shouted, making sure anyone was here while placing ur suitcase near the entrance. you heard no response after a few seconds. finding the remote on the counter, just when u turned off the tv — there she was.

sue bird. your ex.

your breath hitched quietly, her wavy brunette hair perched on her shoulders, catching an espy of the muscular biceps that were exuding droplets of water, having nothing on but a white towel coating her body.

fresh out the shower. noted.

she bit her bottom lip, eyeing you up and down as she saw the way the ripped jeans clutched ur hips flawlessly, or the way she recognized the chapstick that she bought for you months after the breakup.

instead of listening to her inner voice that told her to kiss you just like she wanted, she held herself together. she knew you didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, not after she broke your heart.

sue still felt guilty, hell she hasn’t even gotten to a talking stage with anyone now. you’re still on her mind.

you glanced away, not accepting the creeping heat that consumed you.

seeing her with nothing but a towel on is pure torture for you. it alone was not a good combo to put on you.

“i- what are you doing here?” u tried to ask properly, gulping firmly to somehow not show the effect she still had on you.

she chuckled with raspiness, “not your business anymore, darling” it rolled off her tongue with hella ease, and you for a second fell for that nickname you remembered too well.

but you didn’t think about it so much, the anger that was at its climax helped you concentrate on for once winning against her game.

truly, sue was here because she also needed a break, but not because of the paper work retirement gave her, but because she couldn’t stop thinking about you.

she couldn’t stop thinking of ur small cheeky grin that greeted her every morning. she couldn’t stop thinking of the way ur skin felt — even better yet, on her. she couldn’t stop thinking about the way ur hands interlaced with hers every time you got scared of something. she couldn’t stop letting the images of the both of you laughing at people that looked goofy flash in her mind.

“i didn’t ask why, i asked what.”

“already bothered?”

“already wanna fuck me?”

“and what makes you say that?”

“well ur getting closer, and ur looking at my boobs.”

“so?”

you let out a sigh, full of anger and lust. she was smirking her win towards this. she had ur knees frail.

she cocked an eyebrow at you, waiting at nothing because she knows she just won.

taking a few steps closer, her long index finger gripped ur jaw, devising you to look at her. “so what if i’m looking at your boobs? i got free will ma,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly, following ur gaze.

u felt ur body betraying you as her hand was trailing down to ur chest, tickling a shiver from you as you fell deeper into her deceitful charm. “i missed this so f’ing bad, you know that?” she asked, her tongue abrading ur neck as her hand extended around ur left boob, playing with ur already hardened nipple.

you nod, whimpering as your hand scraped her scalp, enticing her to groan as she chucked you over the couch, her mouth tugging and biting at your lip before you even knew it — at your nervous clit.

her thumb smeared around ur clit in circles as her tongue explored every single centimeter of her pussy. she moaned against the jabbing on ur nerve, missing ur sweet drink that she loved to sip.

“sue- fuckkkk,” you threw ur head back, moaning out freely as the sensations were hastily getting tense, her hands gripping ur thighs that rested on her shoulders, just wanting to feel you after what felt like decades for her.

“ ‘missed you ‘n her” she purred against ur throbbing, loud pussy, talking to it as if it was a real person.

she was a fan.

always telling you she missed the “both of you” when she would come home from work, and you couldn’t deny it made you flustered.

you nearly howled, her teeth tugging at ur folds like if it was the most expensive thing and didn’t wanna ruin it. that although, vanished as she thrusted her tongue in ur core, moaning lowly as she felt ur tight walls clench around her.

she looked at you with siren eyes, pussy drunk.

u saw a glint go across her orbs before she suddenly asked, “you miss me?” and oh she waited for you to respond.

you do miss her.

you know you shouldn’t, not after u caught her cheating with a copy and paste latina, not after u saw multiple messages with other people about near relationships to occur, but yet here you were, letting her lay a finger on you with those endearing dun eyes that drew you every time, and right now you were sure.

“y-yeah, s’ much, sssso m’ch” you slurred, rolling ur eyes when sue found ur bundle of nerves, jabbing her tongue teasingly as she pinched ur clit.

“such a slut f’ me,” she growled, the sound impacting ur g-stop it nerved, making you clench around her tongue that freshly did nothing but let you know that you were so fucking close to cumming.

sue could feel the way most of ur juices flow slowly out of you, and she nodded, giving you the go ahead.

“cumming- aw shit! s-ss-sue!” you babble, tears threatening to pour as you let out a strangled moan, every single fluid seeping out like a geyser, sue purposely extending ur high a little more, loving your tasty cum painting her lower face, savoring any drop that oozes out.

“mm, s’ good,” she gathered any left outs, smirking when she saw u catching ur breath.

“all fours, sweetheart.”

[magknightidv]

hello sweetie! :D

i see that you want to write about descendants and i would absolutely love to share some requests i've been thinking about.

idk if you write ficlets, headcannons or oneshots, so you can write in the way you feel more comfortable! :)

so, the thing is, uma and harry (separately) x artist!reader (gn please!!) where the reader draw and write music and poetry about their lover/crush. i just want to see how they would react if they seen the readers art bcs i think it would be soooooo cute!

(im so sorry if you can't understand something, english isn't my first language.)

take care of yourself. love u!!

I love this so so much! thank you!

Hope this doesn't end up being too bad, I feel it was a little rushed (not because I felt I was being rushed just that I had a few thoughts that I needed to write before they were gone yk?)

I'm doing it so it's:

Harry Hook x painter/drawer!reader

And

Uma x music artist! Reader

To make it easier to imagine

Also I've kept it gender neutral dw and I've also written it so Uma and Harry are in Auradon when they meet you

Please feel free to request more at any point (I'm going to write for all descendants characters but mostly Harry Hook)

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Harry Hook

Let's imagine Harry has no idea who you are in the beginning

Some random person that's always seen drawing, painting, creating something.

He's seen some of your works hung around Auradon prep in expensive looking frames

He doesn't approach you for a while, in fact Gil is the first to meet you

Gil takes the same art course as you so you meet there when Gil had a bit of a paint disaster

Harry was originally cautious around you because he thought you'd be some stuck up art critique kind of person who was going to complain about Gil

But when you instead explain that you could see what he was trying to do but the actual execution of it wasn't great , Harry laughed with you

Overall your first meet was a positive one that was the beginning of a laughter filled relationship

Harry would always see you sat somewhere, in some weird position, scribbling away in your sketchbook

He eventually spots what you are drawing, or better yet who.

Him

He crashes.

All thoughts, Gone.

He's just staring at it for a good 5 minutes before you have to click your fingers in front of his face to wake him up.

"H- How, no, why are ye drawin' meh?" Heat rises to his cheeks and he slowly brings his thoughts back to Earth.

He'd already had been developing feelings for you since you two met. I mean you were nice to his friends, kind to him, he let you meet his sisters at one point and they seemed to even like you. You are fun to be around, you check that he's taking care of himself, you make sure he's not too bashed up from the sports he plays. What isn't there to like?

"You have a pretty face, nice to draw." He takes note of the blush that grows on your cheeks and the way you look off to the side with a shy smile growing. "I draw the people I like, the people I'm closest to."

His heart almost stops. Did you just try to kill him?! 'cause clearly you aren't aware of the way you make him feel.

I headcannon Harry to be Pansexual, as a pan person myself, so he was kinda well known on the Isle for being able to flirt with anyone he wanted for various reasons

But let me tell you, not once had he had the air knocked out of his chest from a few simple words.

You take his silence the wrong way and begin packing your things to go find somewhere to wallow in your shame, but Harry just drops to his knees in front of you.

"Please, draw meh, whenever ye want to." He is on his knees looking at you with the happiest smile he can muster and almost puppy like wonder in his eyes. "I'll be yours, if you'll be mine?"

Okay that bit came out a little too easy to him, he didn't really mean for that to happen.

But he can't complain since you agreed!

Everything you create for him, he treats like it's the most fragile item he's ever come in contact with

He's always showing it off though he's so appreciative of everything you do so he wants to show the entire world

When you feel down for not feeling your art is good enough, he's oddly prepared to show every bit of art you've ever given him with reasons on what makes it perfect to him

He may as well be prepared with a PowerPoint presentation on every one of your works he's seen

I fact he's probably prepared one somewhere, pictures, effects, transitions, the whole shebang!

He draws too, almost forgot to mention. I've got a little headcanon of him always doodling pirates on cool adventures when he was younger on the isle. I also like to imagine that there was a time where Evie and Harry liked to draw together but Evie drew Princesses and dress designs and Harry drew pirates which created some childish clashing between the two. So they'd stopped almost as soon as they started their little doodle hangouts

That's offtrack, sorry.

He gives you pictures of you in multiple different styles, each time it seems like he's trying to depict you as an angel of sorts

He also draws the Uma and the crew but he comes to check that he got everyone right with you

ART DATES.

YOU'RE GOING TO ALL THE MOST AESTHETICALLY PLACES HE CAN FIND

He may or may not let you take pictures of him for references as long as he can do the same with you, he's also pretty good at photography so he loves getting new picture of you with some fantastical background making you stand out so much more

Uma

Uma knew who you were when she arrived in Auradon, she'd heard your music played at cotillion

She couldn't complain about it, it wasnt her usual style but it was new and she liked that

When she had officially arrived she would notice you all around

Playing music for parties, proper events, even just around the school

Despite her not meeting you she subconsciously finds her way to you

She listens out for you whenever she can

She ends up actually meeting you thought Evie

Evie was designing everyone's outfits for a party so your fitting time overlapped into Uma's time. Uma didn't mind and in fact took the opportunity to tell you that she'd heard you around but hadn't had the chance to meet you

From then, you became quick friends.

Her feelings developed the more time she spent with you, she just loves listening to your music

She'd like to learn an instrument that would compliment your style of music so you could play together

She helps you with lyrics whenever you need the help

She first finds out that you write songs about your experiences and the people around you by looking at the lyrics for some of your songs

She finds it sweet that although you don't directly mention people, you can share the way you feel to them to those who will listen

But then she finds a song that's for her

I mean who else would it be for, she's the person you spend most of your time with and she's the pretty pirate with blue hair

She definitely looks over the lyrics and gets so giddy that she's kicking her feet with glee, when you walk in and see her smiling at the page she doesn't stop smiling

She immediately asks what you mean and when you tell her she latches onto you

Basically, she asks you out right then and there

Who are you to deny her? Of course you accept

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

So sorry it took longer than I thought, and sorry Uma's part was shorter thats my dumb lil brain being dumb

[lbcreations-blog]

can you do headcanons for Emily from Hazbin Hotel dating God's daughter named Pandora who's a complete cinnamon roll and sweetheart?

READ FIRST: OK, I'm changing one thing from this request is the name, I want to keep it a reader type fanfic since I don't do ocs, but I will add a headcanon on the name. I also went off board and did an entire oneshot on how yall met with the headcanons for some fucking reason💀 I apologize for that.

NOT PROOF READ

Masterlist

Oh, so pure, you lovely daughter of God

You were the well-known daughter of God. People rarely saw you due to you always sleeping or working. You would have hanged around with at least the other powerful angels, but you had a lot of work ahead of you a lot of the time, which mainly consisted of working on galaxies that weren't connected to earth.

You would have helped the Elders with their passion project, so to speak, but your father ordered you to work on some random galaxies and then you could only "play" which was what he told you before going into an eternal sleep.

So now here you were 99% done with this galaxy your father told you to work on. You were so excited to finally hang out and meet the angels in heaven only once in a blue moon. Would you visit to say hi for like a day, then go back to working again.

On those days you would come say hi, you would mainly explore the home you missed so much. Now you could do more than that and actually have some good communication.

It took you a bit in this galaxy in your humongous form, being about 145'3 feet tall in your big form you were much much shorter then your father in your big form compared to his which was about 300 feet tall.

Now you were getting one more bit done, and done the galaxy was finally finished now to go home and rest.

You telaported in front of the gates, not wanting to give the residents of heaven a fright from your holy-niss sponding in so suddenly. (You ofcourse sponded in your smol form, which was 7'0 ft tall)

Once telaporting all of heavens elders felt your arrival. While you were just standing there staring at the sleeping st Peter at the podium.

You then telaported behind the man, thinking about having some fun. You put your face near his ear. You then whispered into his ear, "Wake up," St Peter then jolted awake. "W-wha- ah! r-reader, what are you doing here?" St Peter asked in a bit of a frenzy from the fright you gave him.

"Well, first off, say hi jeez, and second off, I'm done with my work, and third off, be happy I'm here. I have not seen you in what? A million years." You told the guy. "Right, sorry, my apologies ma'am you gave me a fright," St Peter replied.

You giggled. "You know I like to have at least a bit of fun, Peter. I get bored from all that work yk" you told the man. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," Peter told you.

"Hello, St. Peter, what seems to be the..." Sera said, flying down and trailing off mid sentence. "Uh! Miss Reader, why do you show us with your presence?" Sera asked, bowing down with a girl beside her doing the same thing.

"Well, I'm finally done with my work soooooooo I'm staying here from now on!" You told Sera. "Well, if you wish your holy-niss," Sera told you. Suddenly, the other girl spoke.

"Hiiii, I'm Emily, but you can call me Em Eme ly E, whatever! Nice to meet you! I'm a Seraphim, but I think you know that! I'm so happy to finally meet you! I've heard so many stories about you!" Emily told you this information happily.

"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Emily! You can just call me by my name reader, " you told her happily.

You and the seraphim walked into heaven and passed the gates. "Wow, this place is beautiful. You guys did well, " you said, looking around in awe. "Well, we like to keep it spick and span," Emily told you and looked at your side veiw.

While walking around with the girl, you held her hand, which made heat rush to Emily's cheeks oh so fast, and maybe a little bit rushed to yours as well.

Yea, I'm ending the oneshot there

Now to the headcanons ig

Headcanons

Emily loves your personality. You guys get along so well.

Due to your absence, Emily has to show you all the new things humans have made and such

You are oh so behind on tech, but you catch up quick

Emily loves to show you around it's so fun

She loves that you get excited at every little thing

She originally thought you would be super strict due to you being so high up so she was not expecting you to be so nice and bubbly

Once she sees your power, she straight up is like,'You have to be my girlfriend now'

She did ask you if you were aware of the exterminations you told her yes in a way because of your powers you could sense when a creation ceases to exist.

She did ask you to help stop it and work on charlies plan or do something, but all you told her is the fact is the earth, the humans, and all that shebang was the angels project, not yours, so no, you could not help. (It's a Canon event😔)

You would take Seras ruling away, but you knew that the angels were your fathers project, so you could not do mutch.

OK, ok, no more depression shit now your confession of love or whatever

She ended up confessing you would have confessed up that you were wating for her to be ready

Of course, when you said yes, she was jumping around really ecstatic about the news

You guys love each other to bits

OK, quick headcanon on the name is literally that she loves it yea that's it

OK yea I'm done

Taglist: @fatherlesschild2 @whitewingsh @iheartpieck @I-yuki

Taglist request section here

-L.B Creations

[travelling-wanderer]

Hello!

This is my first time actually requesting someone for something-

So, is it possible to do a fluffy oneshot of a Jax x Pianist/Musically inclined reader?

The reader is someone who in the real world used to play a lot of music and wrote a couple of pieces, and some of that managed to translate into the circus when the got sucked in.

Now for the actual scenario, Reader has been in the circus for a week is taking it pretty well (probably because they begged Caine to put a piano in their room once they realized he was practically God in this place-). After a while, they noticed that they kept on either staring at a certain rabbit, or will write about him in song at a random time at night when they couldn't sleep.

One fateful night, they decided to play one of the pieces they wrote for him, and Jax just so happened to be at their door to prank them, and he hears the song playing in the reader's room.

Whatever he does to the reader is up to you!

(The reader is gender neutral because I want others to like it as well, and you can make it romantic or platonic. Tho, I had a more romantic view of this thingy- sorry if it's a bit too lengthy to get to!)

・﹒・ keys of affection - request

Summary: You were playing piano that Caine had miraculously gifted you in your room when a certain rabbit decides to stop by

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jax x pianist!reader

Requested by: Anon

You were new to the circus and the only thing keeping you from going insane was the piano in your room. Music was the one thing you actually remembered from the real world that made up your entire being, you played piano so much it was ingrained in your head despite not even being able to recall the name you were called for all your life. Because of that, you called yourself “Chord”, as in a piano chord. From the very first day, you asked Caine if he could put a piano in your room to help you keep you sane and he complied happily, however, you had hidden it from everyone else.

The main reason being that you didn’t feel like you could trust them enough- not in the sense that they would make fun of you or anything- but the fact that it was such a big part of your life back home, it was difficult to be open to them. Eventually, you would tell them because they weren’t bad people, well...except for Jax. He was rude, arrogant, and for some reason, you couldn’t help but hold your gaze a little longer at him. Nobody liked him, so why were you so inclined to be around him? Dare you say, you were good friends with him. Yet, he often plagued your thoughts when you would try to sleep, causing you to get up and simply just write songs about him. Songwriting was your way to calm down and express your thoughts in a healthy way, so that’s what you did.

You had a journal filled with your random songs on your desk, your music sheets all in a binder on the shelf. The day was winding down for you as you stuck to a routine here to stop yourself from getting abstracted. You would soon crawl into bed and then get up after a few hours because your mind was plagued by the purple rabbit, thinking of him too much. However, before that, you sat at the bench and prepared to play one of your newest pieces of the man (one of many). Taking a deep breath in to steady yourself, you flipped up the cover and looked at the music sheet and then down at the keys.

You know I’d never had thought I’d love someone like you.

Someone who is just so cute.

Cute but a bit rude, abrasive,

Brutally honest, and invasive.

But despite these things that others call flaws,

You’re still the one for me above all.

With your:

Lovely ears that perk up whenever you smile.

Charming voice that can be recognized for miles.

Your pretty eyes, your sparkly teeth, your purple fur.

That has indigo, violet, and many many more.

Oh my lovely lovely bunny,

Who is quite a prankster.

I can’t believe that I’ve fallen for a-

My lovely lovely bunny,

Lovely lovely bunny,

Who may not act sweet at all.

Oh lovely lovely bunny.

I can’t believe that I've fall—

-en for you.

By the end, you were slightly breathless as you took your keys off the keyboard with a small smile on your face. However, your peace was disturbed as your door flew up with the subject of the song sprawled out on your floor with a very shocked expression. Jax scrambled up quickly as he realized he was caught, you gaped at him as he looked at your piano and back at you.

“What are you doing?” You asked accusatory as his usual jackass demeanor was completely replaced with what looked like awe. You didn’t have any patience for him though as he knew your secret now, he knew that you played piano, you just hoped to whatever deity above he didn’t hear what you were playing.

“You play piano?” He ignored your question in favor of his, almost unbelieving that you were a musician. You didn’t know if you felt offended that he didn’t think you were capable of having secrets, or that you could play piano. It’s like he didn’t have secrets of his own, you knew there were things swimming in that rabbit’s mind that were never let out, so why can’t you have your own fair share of secrets?

“Well…yes. But what were you doing outside of my room?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at him boredly, waiting for his excuse. Anxiety bubbled in your veins as you considered the fact that he heard absolutely everything, and that was not ideal. What if he did? What would that mean for your relationship?

“It was uh…I didn’t…” He heard everything. He heard everything. But he wasn’t making fun of you or teasing you, he genuinely did not know what to say. What do you say to this? Should you just confirm that you like him? Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t stay mad at him, it was obvious that he wasn’t sure how to handle this. His usual rude attitude was just a persona in this digital plane. Nobody could remember much of their old lives, so you wondered if anyone ever even had genuine feelings for him before. Placing a hand on his arm, he looked back up at you with an unreadable expression. Was it sadness? Guilt? Or was it vulnerability?

“Well I was uh…gonna prank you but then I heard your singing and playing…” Everything that made Jax who he is was washed away, it was the first time you heard him sound so soft. His ears flopped down as he stared down at the floor, kicking at it, it was like he wasn’t sure what to say or do from that point. He looked like a dog being scolded for doing something they know they shouldn’t have been. He was twiddling his thumbs with his hands interlocked.

“I do like you Jax I just…I just never told you because I was scared alright? I…didn’t want our friendship to be ruined. As for the piano thing, it was the one thing I remembered from my old life and I was scared to share it since I haven't been here for long” You looked at him with a reassuring face, wanting to make sure he knew he was safe and trusted. He looked back with big, sad eyes.

“I…I like you too. Just don’t tell anyone what I told you! Got it?” You smiled as he began to get defensive again, not liking being so vulnerable for so long, this was your rabbit back. But maybe, hopefully you can help him to open up to you over time, you do love him for his flaws, but you also want to know what’s underneath.

“Yeah, got it”

[laurazfreakz]

I think its finally time to make an intro, no?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ME.ᐟ

☆ hello hello! Im Laura! (or can be addressed as Vasilis)

★ I go by he/him they/them it/its

(or any pronouns except for she/her)

☆ Im non-binary transmasc, acespec and recipromantic!

★ Hungarian

☆ I have done a few game translations with @thetranslationchaos ! (Sorry for tagging)

★ Co-creator of @bittersweet-carousels

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

INTERESTS.ᐟ

★ Arcadekitten games

★ Crows (yes the birds)

★ In Stars And Time

★ Lumine

★ Whitepine

★ Great God Grove

★ Puzzle and Sling: Boredom Killers

★ A Padlás (hungarian musical)

★ Schoolbus Graveyard

★ Hooky

★ Nevermore

★ Marionetta

☆ Oneshot

☆ Lackadaisy

☆ Billie Bust Up

(I might not know 100% of these but im getting into them and i would like to know more about it!)

My favorite artists:

★ Madilyn Mei

★ Rabbitology

☆ Yaelokre

☆ i have been listening to more Will Wood/Will Wood and the Tapeworms

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BYF & DNI.ᐟ

BYF:

usually on tumblr i just repost stuff, i did recently open my question box!

Sometimes i might post about random stuffs or about my ocs, i mostly reblog or chat with friends

DNI:

The basic dnis (homophobes, transphobes, MAP, ect.)

Even if you arent in the basic dnis i can still block you for numerous reasons

(if i block you dont try to find me on other platforms! I blocked you to dont interact with me so shoo shoo! Dont come back!!)

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For other platforms and some other stuffs check my pronouns page

[delayed-affection]

hello 🙌

Could you write something about Pyotr kochetkov, anything you want..

there isn't as much content from this guy as I'd like 😓

Thank you 🤍

Unrequited Love

Oneshots Navigation

Pyotr Kochetkov x reader

Warnings: Like four Russian words but they are translated

A/n: He speaks very little English in real life but for the sake of the fic he knows a little more

Word count: 0.8k

You’ve been pining over Pyotr since you’ve met him. Working for the team however means you can’t do anything about it.

So you made the decision to just keep your feelings to yourself but with that meant you could at least be friends with him.

And you did, you actually became close friends with him, maybe too close of friends.

~

With it being the off season meant that you and Pyotr were spending more one on one time.

As of now he sits next to you on your couch telling you all about how his brother is coming to visit from Russia.

He tells you about the times they spent together as children and how much he's been missing him.

As he talks, you can see the joy and excitement in his face and it might seem a little selfish but you being to wonder if he lights up this way when talking about you. If he talks about you and if he does, who has he told?

More questions being to flood your mind, does he find you as fascinating and interesting as you find him? Does he speak about you to others with the same passion and affection?

You try to push your thoughts aside and focus on his excitement about his brother's visit becomes really hard after awhile.

~

Getting drunk with Pyotr on a random Tuesday night was not ideal, especially considering that he likes to try and have deep conversations while constantly switching between English and Russian.

When he switches to Russian, you’re completely out of your depth and have no idea what he's saying. But rather than tell him that, you just smiles and nods along, trying to understand.

You knows he's trying to say something profound, but all you can do is laugh to yourself as you takes another shot.

He had just gone on a twenty minute talk about how being a goalie can’t be compared to anything else because it is the scariest and most important position to play.

He then falls silent looking down at the vodka bottle in his hand.

He chuckles, “You know… I can’t imagine myself having…”

He takes a second to think, “Having… a… I forget English word for it but Подруга.” (Girlfriend)

You scrunchie your eyebrows trying to think of the word he’s trying to say, his slight slur is not helping.

He leans forward and takes a shot, “You picture me with one?”

Seeing your confused face so he tries to explain, “Боже мой, uh, Подруга… uh, you know a lover, right?” (Oh my god, girlfriend)

If the alcohol wasn’t making you hot already then that question certainly would.

You let out an awkward laugh, “You don’t see yourself with someone?”

He shakes his head, “No, never home. No need.”

You had no reason to be upset about his answer because it was a solid answer and dating someone that worked for his team probably never crossed his mind.

But it did make you a little sad knowing that he wasn’t looking for anyone or anything.

~

The two of you sit inside a Starbucks, tucked away in the corner.

You’re typing somethings out for work while he watches as people walk in and out. Your sitting in comfortable silence, something you two did quite often here.

Until someone walks in and catches Pyotr’s eye.

He nudges your hand making you look at him, “смотреть, she cute, no?” (Look)

You follow his gaze and you’re not going to lie to yourself, she’s a very pretty girl.

You turn back to your laptop and nod, “mhm.”

“I go talk to her?” He asks glancing from you to her.

Your brain is working in overdrive, you don’t know what to think or say. You’re aware that that you can’t keep him for yourself but you never thought he would ask you if he should go flirt with someone.

You hesitate for a moment before saying, “I don’t know.”

He doesn’t like your hesitation, “Do you think she has lover?”

You tilt your head and shrug, “Maybe.”

That’s not a yes so that encourages him a bit.

He sits a up straight and looks at you, “You help me? You know translation.”

You really don’t want to be his wingman, “I don’t know much.”

He stands up and grabs his drink, “That is fine. Come.”

And that’s when you knew the little fantasy of you two ever being together was over. He truly only saw you as a friend, a good enough friend that he wants to help him flirt.

It was never going to happen and who knows it might be for the better.

[ashdreams2023]

Hello I was just wondering if you could possibly make a Loki x reader oneshot where Loki founds out about readers sh scars? Like the team already knows but he doesn’t so he gets all curious and concerned when he sees her bandages and the cuts underneath?🥺 I understand if not as it may be triggering <33

Sure I’ve written about this before, sorry I went off track here but the main idea still stands 😅 I can rewrite it if you want, there’s no problem I promise

TW: SH (self harm/cutting)

Scars

"Disney or horror?"

"What sort of options are those?"

"It’s what’s left on Netflix that we didn’t watch already"

Loki sighed and pointed at the screen, he picked a slasher.

Fridays were the one day a week where the compound was completely empty except for you two, you ordered takeout and picked a series of random movies to watch.

You pulled on your sleeves as the scenes unfolded on the screen, there was a beautiful blonde screaming and running with her arm injured.

Loki was watching with mild interest.

At one point you got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen to get some more popcorn, that’s when you heard a loud scream coming from the screen.

You shook your head and opened the fridge looking for more snacks, there was still dome fruit that loki brought from home and they look fresh.

After turning on the sink you rolled up your sleeves and washed the fruit in the skin, the cold water felt kinda of nice on your scars but at the same time it made you want to reach out inside your pocket and pull out the small blade you carried around.

The thought lingered there, you looked at the clock ticking on the kitchen wall and wondered if you would be noticed if you took a few extra minutes in the bathroom, Loki can survive without food for a little longer.

You placed the fruit into a clean bowl and stepped away from the sink, you swallowed as you looked down at your exposed damaged skin.

You clenched your fists and then started pulling down your sleeves bef-

"What in Valhalla happened to you?!" You almost jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice of Loki and all but screamed when he grabbed your wrists "Who did this to you?!"

"That’s none of your business!" You breathed quickly and tried to pull away from his grip, he wasn’t supposed to see these, no no…they were a secret, something no one should know about, how could you be so reckless!?

His green eyes stared into yours with a mix of concern and anger, he wanted to know who did this to you, why would anyone hurt you?

"It is! You’re mine and I don’t want you hurt! Why would you hide this from me?" He pulled your sleeve up and looked closely at them, it made you feel uncomfortable and exposed.

"Please let go of me…I’m fine…"

"You’re fine?! These are fresh and deep…this happened before, why are you hiding things from me, I just want you safe"

You frowned with your eyes now glossy "Protect me from what? Myself? I’m a danger to myself then!"

Loki’s face dropped from anger to complete and utter sadness, it made your heart shatter, this is exactly why you didn’t want him to know.

"You…did this to yourself…but why?" He loosened his grip on your wrists and got closer to your face, his warm breath hit your face.

You shook your head, you didn’t know what to say, you weren’t prepared for this situation at all.

"Just say something…please, is it me? what’s the reason?" You lowered your head and bit down your bottom lip then shook your head.

"No…there’s nothing wrong with you, it’s me, I’m the broken one…it’s…you shouldn’t have seen this"

"No and you’re impossible to think I shouldn’t! I care about you and you don’t know how it feels when you find out you can’t protect the most precious person in your life!"

He pulled you close and held you in a tight hug, there was no escaping. You sniffed and hid your face in his chest, you didn’t want to look him in the eye.

"You must be out of your mind to think I will play a blind eye to this…you know I love you, don’t you?"

"Yes" you chocked out.

"Then why?"

"I don’t know…ok! I don’t want to talk about it!"

He stayed silent and just held you, he didn’t utter a word, it was for the best, he didn’t want to make even more frustrated.

You don’t know how long you stayed there but it was long enough for him to heal your scars before you could notice what’s going on.

The skin mended and the scars looked like little scratches instead, like some kitten had attacked you.

You looked down at them and felt tired, you were so drained.

"Why don’t we just sleep" he lifted your chin "We both need to rest and tomorrow we may talk about it"

"You’re not mad at me?"

Loki sighed "No, I could never…I’m just worried"

"I’m sorry…"

"It’s ok. Let’s go dove. Everything will be alright" he took your hand and kissed your healed scars.

[regularconvexheadcanons]

hello! this is random but a post about convex in demise s6 popped up in my feed and it intrigued me. i never watched s6 and im curious to know, what's the sort of "plot" for demise? all i know is that demise was thought of by grian, but you mentioned xisuma coding it and the convex having something to do with it? is that just headcanon or based on something canon? either way, i'm intrigued!

So, in canon, Demise in season 6 was a game invented by Grian where whoever lasted the longest without dying won, but when you died, you got to sabotage and murder other players (but only through traps, not direct PvP)

For Cub’s canon, he took the guise of the superhero ‘Mr Invincible’ and performed death-defying stunts until he was killed. Upon dying, his demise skin was very, VERY vexy — with bluish skin, glowing eyes and a vex smile. It’s the same skin he said he used when pranking as The Jingler, an alias he made for himself, pranking the whole server (including his own stuff) completely anonymously (and only revealed it was him early Season 8).

I don't think Scar had any particular Demise lore (he was ill for a lot of it, or working on other projects).

I feel like Ren would've had some kind of complicated lore involving demise, but I haven't watched his perspective to see, it's only from general Ren experience and how he acts in other people's videos.

The thought of Xisuma coding it and ConVex involvement is purely headcanon. I imagine it being less of X having to do with the creation and running of Demise (Grian's a watcher, he's got the magical ability to do that by himself), but the Vex and/or Watchers stop him being aware of any of the possession/dangers/unusual activity of other players during it. He was the 3rd hermit out of Demise, so clearly they got rid of him quickly.

My headcanon of ConVex involvement in demise is that Cub was possessed throughout death by the Vex. As in, for the entire time after he died, the Vex were controlling his actions. (and according to the oneshot I wrote, he was conscious and unable to do anything the whole time, and the ensuing trauma is the reason why Cub and Scar stopped with the Vex stuff after Season 6, and why Cub changed his skin in Season 8)

Hope this helps!

[lynxtheserval]

(tw: kidnapping, stalking, yandere stuff)

So I started this yesterday, and was really motivated for some reason, so this will probably be one of the longest ones I'll do. Also I don't support this behavior IRL unless both people consent to it and do it in a safe place!

Y'all I'm not even sure if I did his personality right , but we will see LMAO (also sorry if my spelling is bad, I'm not great at grammar)

And feel free to give me tips! I'm new at this.

Yandere Subspace Headcanons / Sorta a Oneshot:

You were a co-worker with him at Blackrock, and as soon as he saw you he got interested in you.

At your break, he came into the break room and sat down across from you, and saying he was staring was an understatement.

"Hello ?" You said. The stare he was giving you was one of interest and one of malice.

"Well, hello there !" He was grinning under his mask, you could tell. "I hope you don't mind that I sat here. You . . . Intrigued me."

You looked at him, confused. "Is . . Is that a good thing ?"

"Of course !" He replied. "You should be honored to be in MY presence !" he tilted back in a dramatic way.

You looked at him with a confused look. "What do you mean ? You haven't even told me your name , I don't know who you are ."

He froze for a moment in shock, wide eyed. "You . . You don't ?!" He was surprised, he knew you were new around here but, you've never heard of him?! He was a little frustrated by this. "I'm Subspace !! Everyone knows of me ! They SHOULD know who I am ! I am the most powerful scientist in all of Blackrock !" He stated, proudly.

You smiled awkwardly, he seems to be a little unhinged. "Cool . . So . . Why are you sitting by me ?" If he was so powerful, why is he sitting by you? You weren't anything special. "And what did you mean by 'intrigued' ?"

He grinned in a suspicious, evil manner. "Oh- I can't tell you that now dear~ . . But anyway, I have to go, I have a couple things to do . . ." He walked off, and you could confidently say you were unnerved.

After that odd conversation with you, he definitely wanted to be close to you. He occasionally goes into your workroom while you are not there to either rearrange things (he likes seeing how he can mess with your head) or to steal something. It's never anything too important, usually just random items you bring in.

He absolutely loves to follow you around, and seeing you feeling paranoid of being watched, it thrills him.

He tries to get more close with you, but it usually just turns into you walking away due to being uncomfortable. And of course, he doesn't like that.

After a while of trying to get close with you and failing, he got angry. He wasn't going to let you just, ya know, leave.

He definitely kidnapped you after that.

“Ugh !” Of course you tried running… why wouldn't you?! Subspace was frustrated, of course. He chased after you, he wasn't too far behind you.

After about 20 seconds, he managed to lunge and knock you down. He looked at you with crazed eyes. (Or uh, eye.) You, of course scared for your life, tried struggling.

After a moment or two, he knocked you out.

He didn't tie you up, at first, you were too dizzy to run, after all.

If you did try running after you felt better, he wouldn't go after you, no no, he would send some Biografts after you. They are much faster than him. He ordered them not to kill you, of course, just bring you back to him. After you got back to him, he made sure you couldn't leave.

You woke up, startled. You quickly realized you couldn't move. You frantically look around the room you were in, it looked to be some sort of lab, only to see Subspace staring at you with a thrilled expression on his face.

"Oh dear! Are you tied down?" He said with fake concern. He stood up from his chair and slowly walked closer to you. You tried to struggle to get out, but the ropes were too tight and too strong. He laughed, a crazed, maniacal laugh. "Aww . . you're trying to leave me again ?!” As he got to where you were tied up he kneeled down next to you. His face got more manic as he grabbed and caressed your hand.

You wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

[kanejlover729]

alright, hello friends!! i'm posting this on here because i would've put this on tiktok but i have 2 irl friends on there 😨

so!! i'm a six of crows fanfic author who would really appreciate it if you checked out some of my stuff!! VERY FAIR WARNING, I DON'T HAVE A POSTING SCHEDULE AND UPDATES HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO BE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN. but i'm trying!!

my AO3 username is canard729 :)

some random things about my writing that might need to be considered? possibly? idk =

- for every modern!AU i do, the crows are british :)

- i write kaz as autistic no matter the AU or story premise! this mostly doesn't affect the story in any way, unless it's specifically about that, as it's just how i write him :P

- i will NEVER write smut!! i'm a minor, the crows are all minors!! not happening!! soc smut is gross. i WILL, however, write like anything else (fluff, angst, AUs, romance, etc)

- i don't write (and won't write unless it's past & one-sided kazper for plot/angst reasons) ships that vary from canon, so anything that isn't kanej, helnik, or wesper. that's just how i roll, sorry! no hate to multishippers 🫶

NOW, here's a list of the fics i do have, their "status", their premise :)

1. the feeding ground — a vampire!AU heist plotline! ongoing, unknown number of chapters to come, uploaded chapter 3 today!

2. she checks my king til i mate — a modern!AU chess club set in a secondary school (british highschool)! ongoing, unknown number of chapters to come, currently has 2 chapters

3. je te laisserai des mots (i will leave you words) — a modern!AU kanej oneshot formatted as a voicenote! 1/1 chapters

4. the LEAF project — a fostercare!AU kaz-centric fic! ongoing/dormant, hasn't been updated in like half a year, but not left behind just yet! has 4 chapters

5. six of crows groupchats <3 — a modern!AU chatfic! it has 2 chapters, and for now i doubt i'll update it, but who knows!

6. kaz's second home is the first aid room — a modern!AU kaz-centric, pretty angsty, school fic! pretty much discontinued, only one chapter.

finally, a new oneshot should be coming soon!! it's modern!AU kanej (can you tell what my favourite kind of fic to write is...)

if you're still reading, thank you so much!! please go check me out on AO3 🫶🫶