#i hope this was alright and i didnt get too distracted!

[theloveinc]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRpb1xLh/

i don’t know if you take tiktoks on this blog but if you don’t then this is just for the two of us

anyways this is what i imagine princess!reader and knight!denki to be like. unsung hero. back hurting from how much he’s carrying the team in all the ways no one would think about. but like, cripplingly goofy.

(link fs!)

Awww, knight!Denki! A concept I’ve never thought of before... but lowkey I love this (and laughed too fjehksof)

knight!Denki being the smallest and most good natured of his lance fournie (or maybe this is an AU where he's not ganged up with the squad yet?) ... works his flat butt off trying to keep up not realizing he's already one of the strongest. Over-volunteering for more work, to care for the horse... be the team's distraction... but keeping a smile on his face nonetheless.

i'd feel like he'd have all these dreams of marrying you... like he's known by other lances as a playboy, doesn't like... shy away from getting around, but deep down he's very in love with the princess. always shows up to your court (with messy hair, too much weight on his back, looking a lil flabbergasted and silly)... but always with a cute, shy smile and gift for you.

(even if he's a little insecure cuz there's much bigger and tougher knights who aren't the entertainers of the group, who your family seem to favor much more than him.)

but it's hard not to want to talk to him even if you know other royals are watching. trying to hide your giggle when he bows to kiss your hand, or shows you whatever silly thing he picked up in battle; often times a pretty (squished) flower that made him think of you.

ANDDD not to get too into this (bc i think i've lost the point of the tik tok: he's silly and CUTE) ... but i think it would be sweet if like... he ended up running away with the bakusquad right as ur royal relatives are trying to get u to marry... and he comes back for just a quick bit to ask if you want to leave with him🥺🥺🥺 (ofc after all the nights he spends running down to the knight quarters from your room in just his undershorts.)

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thank u so much for sending me this anon!!!

[pettydollie]

can u do a blurb ab chris w a princessy reader that gets reaaally subby cause that’s literally me okay bye

u got it princess 🫶🏽 im still kinda not used to writing smut so i apologize if its bad!! (i didnt know what to do for the plot so its just sex lmao 🌚). hope thats alright!!

♡.˚ ୨୧ ｡˚ ♡.˚ pretty please? - c.s x reader

♡ summary: needing your bf a little too much when he gets home

♡ warnings/notes: reader is a lil whiny hehe, smut, 18+, mdni, ageless blogs dni, kinda sugar baby vibes tbh LOL, princess treatment, soft!dom chris, pet names (doll, baby, mama, sweets, princess), reader's kinda ditzy, no plot just smut, rips ur lingerie :c ♡ wc: 1.3k

your pink breanna platform heels click against the floor as you pace back and forth, waiting for your husband boyfriend to come home. where is he?? it's already 3pm; doesn't he know you're waiting for him? your glossy lips fall into a pout. you huff impatiently.

click, clack, click, clack

maybe you should sit down. on your bed. by yourself. naked. with your fingers plunged deep insid- ughh, no! you can't. not without him. a distraction! that's what you need. you perk up and head to your shared bedroom to get dolled up for when he gets home. you change into the sexy lingerie set chris bought just last week with pretty lacy frills on the trim and a cute little bow in the middle of the bralette.

you touch up your makeup in the vanity that he built for you while feeling like a damsel in distress awaiting her prince to come save her. you finish the touch ups and smile brightly, admiring yourself. it's only a few moments later that you hear keys jangling in the front door's handle. you quickly get up and rush to the door, unlocking it before chris can.

he sighs happily, "hey baby-" but he's pulled inside hurriedly. he gets a quick up-and-down scan of your appearance, and his face morphs from a sweet smile to an aroused smirk. you take off his jacket off messily, throwing it to the side. he chuckles, "you seem eager." you ignore his joke by dragging him to the bedroom and he's practically tripping over his own feet.

"pretty please? i've been waiting.." you whine, unbuckling his belt as you babble. he swallows hard. "had a rough day?" he asks, softly brushing your hair as you get down on your knees. you nod and pout, pulling out his cock. he chokes back a small groan, removing your hands from his dick. you look up, confused with lust written all over your face.

he gets ahold of your hands, pulling you up from the ground. his arms snake around your waist and your hands automatically go to his shoulders. he pecks your neck and face softly as he walks you towards the bed. he can't hold back anymore, sloppily kissing your lips and you hungrily bite down. he moans quietly, laying you down on your back before quickly throwing his shirt off.

he shuffles down and opens your legs slowly. he rips the bottom of your lingerie where your cunt is, letting out a shaky breath at the smell of your pussy. he leans closer to take a lick when you shake your head and push his head back, whining needily. he grins, knowing what you really want. he strokes your hair while you pout. "i gotta open you up first, baby, you know that." he coos.

"noo i can't wait.." you whimper, trying to pull him back. he crawls up so his face is inches away from yours. he kisses your glossy pout gently, but you can't be patient, deciding to shove your tongue into his mouth messily. he pulls back, the stickiness of your lipgloss now coated on his shimmery lips. his slides off your bralette, fingers tweaking your hard nipples. he stares down at you and takes in a breath. "chris, please, i need it noww.." you plead, biting your lip as you writhe against him. he sighs and grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your folds.

you sigh and tilt your head back. "mm.." you hum, rubbing your hands over his beefy arms and chest. he brushes some of his hair back with a serious expression on his face. "what's your word, princess?" you cheekily smile, "jumanji." with a small grin, he kisses your forehead before he starts inching himself into you slowly. his eyes focus on your face the entire time. he's cautious and easygoing as he tries not to give you too much at a time. he chuckles at your cloudy face.

"you still with me, mama?"

you're in a haze, a lovesick haze. you moan lightly in response, slowly turning your head to lay a kiss on his plump bicep. normally, you'd need tons of prep before even trying to get his tip in, but today's a new day. you're much too impatient to wait, you can feel yourself dripping onto the bedsheets. your hips start moving on their own, desperate for some friction. chris pulls out and quickly shoves himself back in. "ah- fuck!" you tilt your head back into the mattress. you've instantly become putty in his hands. quickly, his thrusting speeds up, balls smacking against the curve of your ass loudly along with your lewd noises. you can't even speak, only whining and moaning for more.

he bends down to slams his lips onto yours, messily making out with you. he sucks on your tongue and lips, somehow picking up his pace. "'s good- so good..! been- mmm!- missing you.." you're a chatty person even during sex, always making sure he knows your deepest (and dirtiest) thoughts. he smiles with passion, deciding to tease you a little. "yeah? y'been thinkin' bout me, doll?"

his cock rubs against your clit roughly. the familiar knot in your stomach begins to tighten. chris can feel your cunt squeezing his dick mercilessly, groaning loudly into your neck. he bites and sucks, leaving marks all over for everyone to see.

"cmon, sweets, let go. wanna feel you cum 'round me sss..so i can fill you up just how ya like it." he's panting, letting out heavy breaths as he feels himself about to cum. your hands grabbing onto his hair tightly as you moan out lustily. "i-i g'na.." you mewl, you and chris' mixed spit pooling out of your mouth. you finish around him, squeezing him tensely. "shit.." he whispers, filling you up, his thrusts slowing into smaller pumps.

seconds pass, his cock stilled in you. he begins to move again, his dick still hard. you cry out, "uhhh, 's too much!!" the pleasure and satisfaction is overwhelming along with overstimulation. chris' hips slap against yours. he has a determined look on his face in desperate need to pull another orgasm from you and himself. "fuckkk.. take it. you wanted this." he moans, rutting his cock into you. you scream, "oh my gosshhh!" your head going back again in immense pleasure. the overstimulation calms down, the small amount of pain turning into pleasure.

"mmm.. more! i want moreee.." you whine. chris' hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing ferociously. you scream and convulse around him, tears pooling from your eyes as your back arches. chris smirks and gently whispers, "so pretty, baby" in a cooing tone. you whimper his name while cumming hard, his head coming down to suck on your tongue to muffle your cries. he grunts as his hips still, his cock spurting his cum deep inside of you.

your throat is sore as you let out a final "fhuckk" and you start to come down from your fuzzy high. chris pulls out, you letting out a small gasp from the emptiness. he leans over to your nightstand, pulling out a few tissues. you lay against the pillows tiredly as he cleans you up. "so good, honey.." you mutter, reaching your arms out to him. he smiles sweetly as if he didnt just rail your brains out and throws the tissues out before clinging onto you and kissing your wet cheeks. "mm.. i love you." you hum, looking up at him sleepily.

he playfully pouts like a puppy, "awee i love you too."

shitty ending per usual </3 tags!! ♡ @leah-loves-lilies @latinasforchrizz @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @chrissturnsss @joanofarcily

[ranhaitanisgf]

Congrats on 5k! For the event may I request fluff hcs for "Cafe love" & "sneaking out to go on a date" with Mikey please? Maybe with Mikey crushing on a classmate that works at her family's cafe that he frequents? Thank you!

—manjiro [mikey] sano // cafe love // sneaking out to go on a date

☆ ˎˊ˗ me when i didnt read the req fully and wrote a scenario instead of hcs. erm . my bad yall ..... i hope you will enjoy anyways ! i thought this idea was super cuteeee :D have a nice day everyone xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.3k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

your shifts have been quite amusing as of late. 

every evening after school, you go to work at your family’s cafe. it wasn’t because it was doing badly; quite the opposite, actually. business had been booming as of late, and you couldn’t be more happy! it was pretty nice that you didn’t have to commute at all, and you were instantly hired, so it was easy money. 

in the last couple of months however, you’d noticed that you had quite the frequent regular. 

a boy from your class; manjiro sano. everybody calls him mikey, (you’re not exactly sure why) and you haven't spoken a single word to him in your life outside of taking his order every time he comes in. he would usually come in with friends, though the frequent one was a very tall boy with a dragon tattoo, (you couldn’t tell if he was your age or thirty years old). there were other times he would come in by himself, and neither of you every spoke outside of the typical ordering conversation. 

despite this fact, you always looked forward to seeing him come in. of course, you already knew all the rumors about him, but they never really crossed your mind. in your own mind, you just saw him as the cute boy who frequents your family’s cafe, which was enough for you to slowly develop a bit of a crush on him. 

it wasn’t like you were in love with him or anything; you were just interested in learning more about him. you could never quite find the chance to talk to him though, which left you to just look forward to taking his order, which was more or less the same kind of interaction every single day. you would’ve gone to talk to him in school, but it was a rare occasion for him to actually show up, which made it even harder. 

well, you guess he’s pretty cute, too. 

but that’s aside from the point!

the bell for the front door rung, the sound pulling you from your thoughts. you quickly finished cleaning up the counter and went to the register, smiling a bit too wide when you saw a familiar face. 

“hi, welcome! how can i help you?” you asked. your smile changed to a more polite, customer service type of smile when you realized that mikey was with a big group of his friends, the boys all snickering behind him as he tried, (and failed) to hush them. 

“hi! uh, can i get the kids meal combo, and…” mikey looked down to you from the menu posted on the wall above you, a bit of a questioning look on his face. “...what’s your favorite kind of cake here?” he asked, caching you a bit off guard. 

“my favorite? uhh…probably the strawberry chiffon cake!” 

“okay, and one of that!” you asked, a smile on his face, (you weren’t sure why he suddenly asked that, but his smile almost distracted you from doing your job). 

“alright! anything else?” mikey shook his head, but stepped aside so that the rest of his friends could order their food. you weren’t sure that you’d ever seen him with such a big group of people, and you weren’t sure if you were just imagining things, but…

…were they all staring at you in a strange way? 

of course, you didn’t say anything, but you could’ve sworn that they all were watching you strangely closely, the same knowing smile on all of their faces. 

it was probably just your imagination. 

when they were finished, they all left to sit down, which then left you to get to work preparing all of their food. you were hoping that they would be a bit patient, given the fact that your coworker for this shift had gone on a lunch break, leaving you to fulfill the order by yourself. 

you finished their food orders rather quickly, leaving you a bit shocked and proud of your accomplishment. when you called out the name for their order, the boys all came up to the counter and grabbed their respective meals, politely thanking you and going back to sit down, (why were they still looking at you like that?). 

the last person to grab his order was mikey, who seemed a bit nervous as he came to pick up his food. his fingers were fiddling with a piece of his hair and he seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and you noticed in the back that all of his friends were staring his way, (very obviously). 

“here is your order! please enjoy!” you said, holding his tray out to him. he grabbed it, freezing for a moment as he seemed to be thinking very intensely about something. suddenly, he took the slice of cake off of his tray, sliding it to you. 

“this…is for you. ‘cause you said it’s your favorite.” he mumbled, his cheeks a pink color as he avoided your gaze. “and! uh…would you want to…go out with me? after you finish working?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting yours. 

you stared at him in surprise for a moment, your eyes moving to look at the cake for a moment before looking back at him. 

“yes! i’ve actually…ahh, so embarrassing!! i’ve been wanting to talk to you, but i never found the right moment…” you admitted, playing with your fingers out of nervousness. 

mikey was about to say something, but he was cut off by the door opening behind you, your coworker coming back in from their lunch break. before either of them could say anything, you spoke, gesturing your coworker to come near you for a moment. 

“hey, do you think you could handle the rest? i don’t think there will be much people after this.” you started to lose hope when you saw their questioning expression. “please! just do me this favor once and i’ll do all the closings for the next month!” when your coworker agreed, you felt relief and excitement, turning back to mikey. 

“let’s go right now!! i know you didn’t eat your food, but my parents will probably tell me to get back to work if they notice i’m not working-oh!” you turned back to your coworker. “by the way, don’t tell my parents, okay? i’ll owe you one!!” 

you turned back to mikey, who was staring at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. your heart pounded in anticipation, wondering if you were maybe going too fast. 

“i mean, uh, it doesn’t have to be-”

“let’s go!!” he interrupted, a sparkle in his eyes. “right now, before anyone notices!” he laughed, looking back to his friends with a thumbs-up. at the hand sign, his friends whooped with joy, all of them congratulating mikey from their table. 

“o-okay! let’s go!” you said, coming out from behind the counter. without a moment to spare, mikey grabbed your arm, looping it around his own as he rushed you to the exit of the store, escaping his friends' sudden questions as they tried to follow. 

“hey, are you good with motorbikes?” he suddenly asked.

“uh, i don’t know, i’ve never ridden on one?” mikey looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face, taking a helmet from one of the (many) motorbikes parked outside. he placed it on your head, sitting himself in the front seat of one of the motorbikes, patting the seat behind him. 

“you wanna try?” 

“uhh…” looking to the side, you noticed your parents behind the counter of the cafe, watching you in shock through the window. you panicked, immediately getting on the back of his motorbike, tightly gripping the edges of the seat. “okay! let’s get out of here!” 

the engine roared to life and mikey put his hands on the handles, revving the bike a bit before taking off, leaving the cafe in the dust. 

you were gonna be so dead when you got home.

[southparktexts]

hiii this is my first time requesting so im kinda scared and i hope im not doing anything wrong!! could you do headcannons with the main four going on a long road trip with a reader who drives? who do u think would be the passenger princess teehee. take care and take as much time as u need!!!

hii anon !! absolutely !! thank you for requesting !! <3 you didn’t do anything wrong !! im glad you requested <3

The Main 4 On Roadtrips w / Driver!Reader

stan ;

- as i said before i cant see him as a affectionate person.

- either the whole roadtrip is the two of you listening to music or talking.

- 50/50 on both parts

- the closest thing you’ll get to affection on your roadtrip is hand holding or thigh gripping while you drive

- i can see stan being a quiet yet calm type of boyfriend.

- his music taste is probably a lot of old 2020 songs

- he doesn’t backseat road rage a lot suprisingly

- checking up on you from time to time as well.

“babe, how you doing? alright?”

“you want me to drive?”

- i can say though he is the most unorganised person ever.

- he didn’t pack snacks or water..

- also gets distracted a lot, especially if its dark.

- will randomly ask you to pull over to gaze at the stars with you.

- or fuck.

- will randomly smoke a blunt, i don’t know.

- also will randomly change his playlist to sad songs

-.. and emo??

- feeds you snacks when you buy some

kyle ;

- i know damn well he is annoying to drive with.. no offense..

- but also very caring as well!

- you both fight for aux though..

“im playing!”

“but your driving?!”

- you guys end up making a playlist mid roadtrip..

“oh add ___ as well”

“fine..”

- he is the most organised person out of them.

- constantly does check up on the bags to make sure he didnt forget anything.

- HUGE road rager…

- not surprising.

- most of the roadtrip is wholesome talking.

- sentimental talks and talks about life.

- checks up on you constantly.

“are you getting tired?”

“i can drive if you want..”

- very affectionate, although your driving.

- gripping onto your thigh, kissing you at every red light, saying i love yous

- a very affectionate sweetheart

- his music taste is bo burnham.

kenny ;

- HE is the passenger princess but he isn’t the only princess.

- loves when you drive, he can get cooked while you drive.

- i can see him getting so fucking cooked, saying the randomest shit

“i love nascar drivers!!”

“..okay??”

- he packed snacks.. but he ate them all when the munchies kicked in.

- thigh gripping from him as well as whispering dirty things to you.

- probably tries to get you riled up to fuck in the car.

- definitely loves it when you buy things for him

- stopping by drive thru and ordering him food like a princess

- most of the car ride is a mix between is singing along to music or talking

- 50/50 yet again

- im a huge believer that kenny is an juggalo.

- music taste is def pink guy and icp

- blasting music and rolling down the windows like idiots

- definitely tried getting you high as well

“ken im driving!”

“and??”

cartman ;

- HE is the passenger princess as well 😭

- i say this because he can’t stay well in one spot unless he’s given something..

- im being fr.

- will whine and complain a lot

“im hungryyy”

“im boreddd”

- he is definitely on aux

- only because he can do something which is controlling music

- the WHOLE roadtrip is karaoke. full stop.

- playing old school bangers and singing along.

- definitely on his phone playing games as he vibes with you.

- he (un)ironically ate all the snacks..

“can you get me a chip?”

“..were out.”

“HOW THE FUCK ARE WE OUT I PACKED 3 BAGS??”

- not very affectionate when it comes to you in my opinion.

- will whine until you pull into mcdonald’s and order him food.

- and snacks.

- acts like a brat when he doesn’t get what he wants

- …. doesn’t check up on you, he lowkey forgets too.

reqs are open !!

[mooodyblue]

Lillyyyyy I just had an Idea, so what if when Elvis is filming his 68 comeback special he has to take the reader who is little with him and the colonel doesn’t like one bit of it so when Elvis is filming some back Tom Parker goes to his dressing room to pick on the reader and he says hurtful things to her like “you’re nothing but a gold digger” and other mean things to where she goes nonverbal and when Ep comes back into his dressing room he just sees the colonel picking with her hair ripping her drawing up and knocking everything she had over he even witnessed what the colonel told her. Ep barges in and starts yelling at the colonel and tells him to stay away from us but the colonel rolls his eyes and puts up an argument saying things like “she is distracting you! Can’t you see that, putting up this act. She’s acting like a full on baby.” You can finish the rest ❤️

ty for the request! this was super fun to write. i love writing anything that involves making the colonel out to be the most annoying man to ever exist 😈

pairing: 60s!elvis x little!gn!reader

wc: 1.5k

-> masterlist

you watched as elvis adjusted himself in his dressing room, dressed in black leather with his hair done up nicely. you knew how important this day was for him. he was beaming with nervousness and excitement and of course, you were as well. maybe too excited as you had gone down right before it was time to leave for nbc studios.

he didn’t mind if you were little, it didn’t bother him at all. you always understood that elvis has a job to do and that he can’t play with you every single second of the day—especially today of all days. 

but again, you were so excited for him. you loved watching him get dressed in all the different outfits, performing his heart out just like he should have been doing all these years. today he’d be filming in front of an audience which you knew he was horrified about, thankfully the cuteness he had to endure from a little you helped ease his mind off his stress and anxieties. 

he buttoned up his jacket, giving you a soft smile as he watched you doodle in a little notebook with your crayons, a messy bow in your hair from his attempt at doing your hair earlier that morning. elvis crouched down at the table, looking down at the notebook. “you're so talented, honey.” he grinned. “you gonna draw somethin’ for me for when i get out? a nice lil’ reward for daddy's hard work?” he teased, pinching your cheek as you let out a soft squeal. 

you nodded excitedly, “mhm!” you grinned. “‘m gonna draw daddy!” 

he let out a gasp, “really!” he placed a kiss onto your scalp, ruffling your hair a bit before standing up. “you make me look real good, baby. alright? i wanna see it when i finish up here.” 

“okay, daddy!” you nodded, “good luck!” 

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

you kept to yourself, music booming from outside his dressing room. you hummed and rocked to his voice as you continued to draw, making sure your drawing of elvis was as perfect as he hoped for. 

the faint sound of a door opening and closing filled your ears, followed up with the tapping of a cane. you lifted your head, looking at the larger and older man in front of you. 

now, you were well aware of how his manager strongly disapproved of you. but elvis never cared, it was his personal life–not the colonel's. he did make you nervous though, he didn't understand you being an age regressor. he didnt understand why you felt the need to act like a toddler, being helpless at your big age. 

you gulped looking up at him, watching how he hovered over you and looked at the array of crayons, markers and at the little gear you had around you. elvis brought along your sippy cup and a paci, as well as a few coloring books and toys to keep you entertained until he finished up with filming for the day.

“look at all this junk, this garbage.” the colonel spat, pointing at the table with his cane. 

you sat there silently, trying to keep your mouth shut just like elvis told you. you held your head down, going back to your drawing. 

he wasn't having it, scoffing at you and shaking his head. “you're a grown person, wearing bows in your hair and coloring like a toddler.” he shook his head. “you're dating elvis presley and this is what you choose to do in your free time?” 

“he still loves me.” you muttered. 

his cane met with your drawing, creating a circular stain of dirt right in the middle of the paper. “you're nothin’ but a gold diggin’ freak who acts like a baby to get what they want. now i demand you get up from this floor and go out there and support the man you supposedly love.” he said sternly. 

you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. he ruined your pretty drawing for elvis. if he wanted you out in the audience so badly, he would have asked. but he didn't, you were staying out of his way just as he wished. you certainly weren't a gold digger either. you didn't ask elvis to buy you nice things, it's just what he did. he didn't know what no meant, he did it out of the kindness of his heart and his love for you. 

words were formed in your brain to spit back at the old man in front of you, but nothing could come out. you had an ashamed look on your face, glancing down at the now-ruined drawing that sat on the table. 

“are you listening?” he asked, stomping his cane again. “get up!” 

you shook your head and stayed in your spot, refusing to get up for the colonel. but enough was enough for him, he ripped out the pretty bow that elvis had put in your hair just for you and stuck his cane under your arm, trying to force you up. that alone stood you up, cheeks now stained with tears as he picked up your drawing, ripping it in half in front of your very own eyes. 

outside the dressing room, there were loud cheers—the music finally coming to an end. maybe that meant elvis was coming back. 

foot steps were approaching, the sound of leather rubbing as he walked and laughter got closer and closer–finally coming to a halt once the door was opened. there stood elvis, turning his head to look at the scene in front of him. 

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his face turned red with anger. “now, what in the goddamn hell are you doin’?!” he shouted, storming in and pushing his manager away. “you putin’ your hands on my baby? or am i just imagining things, huh?” 

the colonel stumbled back, scoffing again and shaking his head. “this child of yours has been nothing but a distraction!” he argued. “they’re doing nothing for you except sitting back here playing with toys all while you do the hard work. can’t you see you’re being used?”

“the hell i am!” he yelled, “what i do with them and what they do in their own time ain’t nobodies business but mine and theirs. not you.” he pointed his finger angrily at parker, his eyes full of anger and fury. 

“mr. presley, i will not stand here and watch them put on such an embarassing act for you. they’re acting like a baby! can’t you see the problem here?” 

“oh, i can see a problem alright.” elvis spat, putting his hands on his hips. he turned his head to you, looking at the sad look on your face. his heart broke seeing what that awful manager of his did to you, your hair ruined and the drawing he was so excited to see now torn apart on the floor. he walked over to you, rubbing your back as the colonel stood there still disgusted by the look of you. 

“you alright, baby?” he cooed, trying to calm you down. “what did that mean man do to my baby, hm?” you didn’t respond, instead burying your face in his neck as you let out a soft whine. he could tell when you couldn’t speak. one of your ways of dealing with stressful situations, especially when they happen so sudden, was to become unable to speak. he never pressured you to say a single word if you didn’t want to.

however, it angered him that you were bullied to the point of going nonverbal. he wasn’t going to stand for that. the pretty little face he saw before heading on stage looked so broken, he wanted that version of you back. 

he stepped up to his manager, getting right in his face. “i ain’t afraid of you.” he said lowly. “you stay the hell away from them. if i see you lay even a finger on them, you’ll pay. i’ll make sure of it.” he took a deep breath, looking back at you then at him. “get the hell out of my dressin’ room.”

it was clear he wanted to argue more, but he left with a scowl on his face—making his way out of the dressing room and slamming the door behind him. 

elvis sighed, turning to look at you before pulling you in for a hug. you sobbed on his shoulder, holding him tightly and never wanting to let go. “i know, baby.” he rubbed at your back again, cooing softly in your ear. “i’m sorry, honey. i’m so sorry.” he pulled away, pressing his lips against your forehead with a soft smile. “lets see that lil’ picture you drew for me.”

your eyes darted to the ripped-up drawing on the floor, a pout on your face as he walked over to pick it up. “nah, we can save it!” 

he put the ripped-up pieces together in front of his face, grinning widely. “see! look at that. you’re so talented, baby!” it was just a mere drawing of a stick figure, a poor attempt at drawing a white suit on white paper on the said figure. but in his eyes, it was the best thing he had ever seen.

[wrathful--artist]

The Caged Bird and The Chased Mouse

Part 1! \/

Okay so this idea wont leave me, genshin Sagau, classic isekai imposter scenario, but you didnt do the main sumeru story quest yet (like i did on my account, I did everything else, except the story when it came out). I’m so sorry if I mess up characterization, spelling, or general writing structure, I don’t write often.

WARNING FOR: Swearing (F-word and thats it)

So let me set the scene:

You have been isekai’ d into the Genshin world and you’re the creator but its an imposter situation. You’ve been to every other region and have been chased out, betrayed by characters you love and trust. You venture into Sumeru, with an idea of the layout but no clue of what will come next when you step into Sumeru City.

You walk into Sumeru City, amazed by the architecture in person but wary of what might happen if people catch a glimpse of your face. You wander around, just listening to conversations and seeing what foods they have to offer, eventually ending up near the Academiya. You consider if you want to set foot into the daunting structure, considering it looks guarded well and if something went wrong you’d be in the deepest trouble, unsure how the Archon of the region would react to you (poorly you assume). But against your best judgement you start walking in, far too curious for your own good. You get a handful of steps into the building until you run into who looks like a playable character, one you haven’t met before but vaguely remember from the leaks. With grey hair and skin tight shirt, look at you with suspicious, I mean who wouldn’t be suspicious of someone in a cloak that you can’t see their face.

“….” He stares at you with an intense gaze, as if we can see right through your disguise, you’re hoping he can’t actually do that.

“Well it seems we have a newcomer, hello there.” He finally speaks, “My akasha doesn’t seem to know who you are, are you new to Sumeru?”

‘Akasha?’ You think, regretting the fact you didn’t play the story quests before getting sent here. You stay silent, unsure how to respond.

“Are you, or are you not? I’d like an answer or else i’m afraid I’ll have to call the guards.” He adds the last part, to add pressure to you.

“Yes, yes! I’m new to Sumeru and I thought I might take a look at the illustrious Aca- uhm, Academiya!” You mess up on the last part, nearly forgetting the name of the building you’re in.

The grey hair man gives a hum in acknowledgment, but doesn’t give any indication that he fully believes you. You’re getting more nervous as the pause stretches on and curse at your idiotic curiosity, you’re praying to whatever higher being thats left in Tevyat to have this guy to let you go. He starts to circle you, taking in your outfit and body language.

“Alright, well, do make sure you don’t cause too much of distraction, the students need their focus.” He finally breaks his silence and gets out of your way. You let out the biggest breath out in relief, the guy absolutely catches it but you don’t care enough at the moment while your body pumps adrenaline. You debate with yourself if you actually want to continue in self or just run out, but decide it’d look far more suspicious to just run out after that exchange. You give a nod to him and start walking to the main door, you’re able to see some books so you assume you’re walking into a library.

Once you enter room and get near the middle, you’re in awe of how large the room is, how high the books reach, and just how many books are crammed in one room. You imagine you could start reading and wouldn’t finish all the books in the library by the time you die. You start walking around the room, with an odd feeling as you walk around, as if someone was watching you, but you brush it off as someone took notice of the weirdo walking through their space. Once you finish that you start your walk out of the Academiya, entirely done of it’s stuffy feeling that you’d mostly ignored.

As you walked out your foot catches a ledge making you fall to the floor, with your hood pulling back enough to show your face, you yelp.

You catch yourself before your face makes contact with the floor, not taking notice that the hood had fallen back. People started to look where the noise came from and stare in shock at seeing the creator’s- no, the Imposters face. You notice the attention on you and reach up to the hood, and pale when you realize what had happened.

You book it.

You run back into the Akademiya, with a vague idea of an escape ruin, you take left and start running up the wooden ramp. You can hear calls of “GET THEM” behind you, thats starting to gain on you. You run through the almost maze-like path with your feet pounding on the stone with students looking at you with bewilderment. Your cloak flipping behind you as you start to get closer to the top, with your ripped clothes underneath showcasing your struggles from the other three Nations.

You reach the top and jump forward, avoiding the spears of guards and get to the large green door, unsure of what’s behind but hoping, hoping to the fake stars above that it’s a safe place. You struggle to get it open but get yourself in and quickly slam the doors shut. You can hear pounding but it doesn’t seem like the door is going to open, you slowly step away and turn around to assess the room you’ve entered. As you look to the orb in the middle to walk forward to get a better look of what seemed to be inside-

Oh your stars.

That’s a fucking child.

What the fuck.

You stare in shock at the little girl seemingly trapped in a green orb in a large empty room. She’s looking at you.

You start walking even closer, she follows the movement. She isn’t scared or mad or venomous, she just watches. You try reaching your hand up to touch her prison, only then realizing that it was too high up for you to touch. She seems to understand what you want to do and touches the wall of her prison, a ghost of a hand touch. You sit down after a few minutes of starring at each other, and yawn. You havent slept in a while due to circumstances, so you lay your head down knowing that any second they could come and get you but honestly, you just wanted a rest and get away from this new reality you’ve found yourself in. You drift off and all you hear is..

“Everything will be okay.”

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Okay so,, i really hope people like this, this was just my thought to the screen and I’m very willing to make a part two!

I also added a doodle because i done know thought it’d add to the story

[littledollll]

hiii! i love your writing so much!! can i request a luci x human!reader where luci is on earth and they run into r who is a golden retriever in human form. they introduce themselves like in a dramatic way to scare r away (just cos luci can be a drama queen) r is just like “oh cool a cosplayer. though youre too cute to be a believable lucifer.” and luci is taken aback but intrigued so they come to earth a few more times after that encounter because they have business there (they say to themself) and they keep “running into” r. (what a coincidence that they go to the same coffee shop and the same park!). they get really close but one day something happens and r finds out that lucifer wasn’t lying when they told r who they were but they still accept them and tells luci they love them no matter what.

(i didnt really think this idea through but i just wanted a fluffy fic with a loving reader giving gwendoline’s luci all the love they deserve. and gwen really is so freaking cute even when she’s being tall scary devil 🥺 you don’t have to write it if you dont want to! but thanks!!)

Think you could scare me away?

Lucifer Morningstar x human!reader

A/n: this is lowkey so cute, took me a lil to figure out how I was gonna reveal it but I like it, I hope you do too!

Warnings: none

It wasn’t unusual for Lucifer to visit the waking world, there was many business to take care of there. Sometimes just a change of scenery was needed. Others it was rouge demons, summonings, a meeting ground between realms, all things considered normal for the ruler of hell. This was one of those cases. Here they met you, after a meeting they decided to stay around a little longer, just to see what the humans were up to.

That’s when they met you, walking out of a coffee shop, you bumped into them, not really looking to the people infront of you as a cute dog walked past. “Jesus- I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention!” You looked up to see this stunning person looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

They looked towards the direction the dog went in and nodded at you. “It’s quite alright, who wouldn’t get distracted with that passing by?” Giggling you nodded. “Right! So cute!! Are you alright though? I didn’t spill anything did I?” They tilted their head. “You ask like I don’t tower over you, I should be the one asking. But no you did not, I’m unscathed.”

“Hey! no need to point me that out. I’m quite aware how tall you are.” Really, your neck was starting to hurt from looking up at them, but they were simply stunning. “I didn’t catch your name?” “I didn’t give it. Lucifer Morningstar, Ruler of hell and the underworld.”

You chucked and introduced yourself. “Sure I’ll go with that, you really do look like that one painting! A little too cute to be the ruler of hell though.” Lucifer gave you an amused smile. You were unintentionally quite the charming character.

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After that, Lucifer started visiting the waking more often, in hopes to run into you, a little stalker-ish but they learned your routine and would intentionally show up a little early in places at times they know you’d be around, you always had a friendly conversation or spend a few hours together if you had time.

The two of you grew rapidly closer yet you never really asked for their “real name” as much as they wished to tell you, Lucifer was afraid that you’d no longer want to see them, which surprised even them when they noticed that they actually cared what you thought of them.

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“You know, I had never seen you around here before I bumped into you!” “You’ve never been quite good at paying attention, sweet girl.” Turning red in the face you looked to the floor and continued talking. “I don’t think it’s possible to just miss you! you are quite the sight, I must say, Lucifer.”

The way you said their name simply didn’t sit right with Lucifer, there was nothing wrong, it just sounded like you didn’t believe them, if they were going to continue coming to see you they had to be true about who they were.

“I believe we should talk.” You looked at them confused. “Sure? about what?” In an instant you were back in your apartment. “How the hell-“ you looked around the room convinced you were some how imagining this. “Yes exactly, I wasn’t joking when I introduced myself, darling.” Your eyes snapped back to them and you nodded slowly, so they continued. “I’m not playing dress up, or cosplaying like you said.”

“You know, actually that would’ve been quite concerning- also how’d you do that! Do you have any idea how many times I’ve forgotten something here and had to walk back? Can you go anywhere-“ you started rambling, so much new information you wanted answers for every question. “Stay with me, sunshine, I’ll answer everything soon enough.” you blushed and nodded.

“You do have it clear that I am The devil. The actual fallen angel, Lucifer ruler of hell itself.” You nodded again. “And you don’t seem to care.” You tilted your head at them. “Why would I care? I’ve known you for weeks as this really nice person who I like- like a lot, you keep me company and listen to me ramble- why would I care about anything other than that, did you think you could scare me away?”

“I feel as if you’re the only being who would ever say that.” They stated plainly, a smile growing on their face as they realized you really didn’t mind, you simply saw their person, how they behaved and treated you and that was all that mattered.

“hm, tell me Lucifer Morningstar, what made you come clean?” That was a lot better. The way their name rolled off your tongue, no longer with a teasing tone or imaginary air quotes, but with playfulness and pride, like it was an honor to know their true self. “I suppose I owed it to you if I was hoping to continue meeting you, no?”

[fathermarty]

Ten Points to Slytherin ✰ s.b.

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes || No {@somebodystoleme}

Summary: "OK HEAR ME OUT. shy!reader x sirius black. the reader is a slytherin but once you get to know them (im a she/her but if they/them is easier then do it !!) they're super loud and funny. sirius and reader run into each other in their 6th year. sirius didnt know who reader was but reader did. but sirius gets infatuated with reader and always walks with her and everything (even tho they are a slytherin) HE EVEN SNEAKS INTO THE THEIR COMMON HOUSE TO SEE THEM AHAHAH I CANT 😭😭😭😭

add whatever u want i just need sirius black fluff :))) THANK U ILY"

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): NOT PROOF READ, swearing, kissing, let me know if I missed any.

M I N O R S D N I

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GIRL, HEARD YOU LOUD + CLEAR! I am a completed sucker for Sirius Black, actually for all Marauders. I love the concept of Sirius falling in love with a Slytherin, to me it is just-- *chefs kiss* I really hope you enjoy this, I love you too!

<3 Mar

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You were on your way to potions, and losing track of time caused you to full-on sprint to the class. This isn't bad considering the Slytherin common room isn't too far away from the potions classroom -- if you were late for astronomy it would be a completely different story.

You turn the corner and make contact full force into someone's back, both of you tumbling to the ground.

"Bloody hell!" You exclaim rolling off the person you quite literally swept off their feet, "Black?"

Sirius groans and turns over to look at who knocked him down, and his breath catches in his throat. Staring at you, you push your h/c hair out of your face trying to give the boy a cheeky grin.

"Well ten points to Slytherin!" Sirius gives you a dopey grin which causes you to cock your head at him, confused.

"Pardon?" You ask before realizing why you were in such a such before, "Oh my Godric, I am going to be late for class. I will see you later Black!" You scramble to your feet, trying to pull yourself together before taking off to Slughorn's classroom once again.

"Yea uh, I'll see you later --?" Sirius realizes he doesn't know your name.

"Y/n Y/l/n!" You yell back smiling.

"Y/n, interesting." Sirius is still sitting on his arse, running through all the classes he has had with Slytherin trying to remember you. The fact that he can't think of any instance has him confused. Surely someone as beautiful as you he would have noticed.

'What class does she have right now?' He thinks to himself before he realizes that he too, needed to get to potions, "Shite!"

You arrive at class right on time, taking your seat to the far left of the classroom, breathing heavily. You weren't sure if it was because of the sprinting or perhaps the fact you literally tackled Sirius Black, one of the most handsome blokes you have ever seen.

"Alright class, today-" Slughorn is interrupted by the classroom door bursting open by none other than Sirius Black himself.

"Sorry I am late professor, I decided to kiss the corridor floors on my way here," Sirius scans the room until he locks eyes with you, sending you a wink.

"Very well Mr. Black, as I was saying I have decided to rearrange your partners in this class to help with toning down the distractions from certain individuals," Slughorn sends Sirius and the other Marauders a look before instructing everyone to stand up.

In pairs of two names are called with instructions on where to sit, you are broke out of thought when you hear your name.

"Miss Y/l/n, and Mr. Black, you two will sit over here," Slughorn gestures to a table, red rises to your face as you see the smug grin Sirius is wearing.

"Well if I didn't know any better Miss. Y/n, I would say that Merlin wants us to get to know each other," Sirius pulls a chair out for you and pushes it in when you sit down.

"Or maybe it is just a coincidence?" You suggest trying to hide your face which is now more than a light blush, you know you look like a tomato.

"Well princess, I don't believe in coincidences," Sirius winks at you before directing all his attention to Slughorn. This boy would be the death of you, and he hasn't even done anything to you.

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Sirius enjoyed watching how red your face got when he talked to you, something about how shy you were around him made his heart flutter. He may not have known who you were a few weeks ago, but now you are all that crosses his mind.

"Oi, y/n/n, slow down love!" You stop in your tracks to turn around and face none other than Sirius Black.

"Y/n/n? Since when do you call me that," You ask and Sirius shrugs, and smirks when he notices the blush rising to your face once again.

"Since I decided to I guess, you are headed to Astronomy right?" He questions, even though he bantered one of your fellow housemates for the details of your schedule.

"Uh, yea I am," You answer, looking at the boy confused.

"Great, I have a free period I will walk you," Sirius grabs the bag off your shoulder and swings it over his own.

You stare at the boy as he starts walking toward the Astronomy Tower, "Y/n/n? You coming? I don't want you to have to run to class and knock another bloke off his feet, then I won't feel so special." Sirius winks at you causing you to scoff.

"Oh shove off Black, if I didn't know any better I would say that me knocking you down was the highlight of your life," You smile at the boy, something he found himself enjoying. The way your eyes crinkled and the dimples appeared made his heart swoon.

"Oooo, a spicy one, another ten points to Slytherin," You roll your eyes at the boys antics before joining him on the adventure to the astronomy tower.

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The past few weeks you have found yourself accompanied by Sirius Black a majority of the time, except for at meals, but every other time he was by your side. The other Marauders were confused by his new behavior but decided not to banter with the boy about it. You were also confused, the moment he knew your name it was as if he was completely enamored by you. Not that you minded, Sirius wanting to know everything about you made you feel special.

There were a few times when the two of you were in the library studying quietly, something you use to do alone, and another girl would approach trying to start a conversation but he would shut it down.

"Can't you see I am busy?" He would say to them without breaking eye contact with you, winking. It was no secret he was a womanizer, but everyone was shocked when he seemed to change over night.

Professors even began to notice, y/n the quiet Slytherin accompanied by Sirius Black, one of the famous Gryffindor Marauders, an unlikely pair but somehow made sense.

Over time you became comfortable around Sirius, and he loved when you would talk about something you were passionate about. You would talk animatedly with your hands and argue your point even if there was no opposing opinion. It was something that made him smile, and when you noticed you were rambling you would stop.

"What?" You ask chuckling, trying to use your hair to shield your reddening cheeks from the boy.

"Nothing," Sirius says as he reaches over the table to push your hair behind your ears, he notices your face red again, "Another ten points to Slytherin."

You slap his hand away sending him a knee-weakening smile, Sirius told himself he would do anything in the world to keep that smile permanently painted on your face.

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You were sitting in the Slytherin common room, your watch read 3:23 am, you huffed closing your book in defeat. You were trying to study for your upcoming Transfiguration exam, even though you were confident you still wanted to study.

As you stare at the ceiling, you hear the portrait hole open. You snap your head over to see who else is up at this ungodly hour.

"Sirius?" The boy freezes mid-step, looking over at you. He wore plaid pajama pants with a Gryffindor quidditch shirt.

"Bloody hell, y/n/n. You scared the shite out of me," He chuckles before walking over to you and sits across from you with his legs folded in front of him, mirroring you.

"What are you doing here?" You set the Transfiguration book in your lap.

"Well, I knew you would be awake, trying to cram more information into that beautifully brilliant brain of yours," Sirius grabs the book and disregards it to the table beside you both.

"Sirius! I need to study!" You try to reach across the boy who just pushes the book farther away from your reach.

"Y/n/n, you are one of the smartest witches, you do not need to study!" Sirius laughs at your futile attempts to get the book.

With determination, you lunge for the book only for Sirius to grab it and put it between his back and the arm of the couch. Without thinking you crawl into Sirius lap trying to reach behind him, who with the new position forgot the book completely.

Once you grab the book you put it between you two smirking at the boy, who now wore a small smirk and eyes that were filled with an emotion you didn't recognize.

You realize you are sitting in his lap, "Merlin, Sirius I am so sorry. I didn't mean to - I was just -" You attempt to crawl off of his lap, but his hands find your waist to keep you put.

Your e/c eyes lock with his, and the red starts rushing to your face once again. Sirius moves on hand to your cheek while the other is still on your hip, "You look so bloody beautiful when you blush."

The grip on your book tightens, your heart beating so fast. Sirius smiles before dropping his hand from your face to the book. He gently takes the book from your grasp before placing both his hands on your face.

"Y/n, can I kiss you?" Your heart exploded, there is no denying that Sirius was attractive, but the fact he ask for consent to kiss you made him so much sexier.

"Please," You whisper, Sirius pulls your face to his. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. Your hands go up to his hair and he smiles into the kiss.

Sirius pulls away, looking at you with pure admiration. "I have been waiting to do that since you swept me off my feet a few weeks ago," He chuckles before placing a peck on your nose.

You smile before pulling him into another kiss, "Ten points to Slytherin," Sirius whispers against your lips with a chuckle, causing you to smile.

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I am literally so soft for Sirius, he is such a beautiful person and you could never change my mind! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

Requests: Open

Request Info: Here

Taglist Info: Here

[diavolosbaby]

id like to request a MC who is extremely sensitive to loud noises due to previous abuse in the human realm? like they break down really easily when it happens? Could i get this with lucifer? just want a little bit of comfort, remember to drink water and eat!

Sure hon :)

thank you, you too!

"It's ok to lean on me."

Characters: Lucifer

Genre: comfort, angst to comfort

Pronouns: They/them

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The teacher's ramblings went in one ear and out the other. You knew what to do. But you were scared that some idiot didnt.

It was such an easy task, remember what 3 ingredients to mix together to make the potion and mix them. Make the correct thing, get an A. One mistake and the whole classroom could go up in flames. You were shaking. Sweating. Just so anxious! who could blame you? You didn't want a loud surprise.

You hated loud noises. Especially when you aren't expecting them. You knew it was a bit silly, but you had good reason. Reasons you didn't like to talk about.

"Flame rose petals... Exactly 76 grains of charcoal rice... And... And..."

"What was it?"

You couldn't remember. You couldn't for the life of you. You went through the study sessions in your head and tried your best to remember.

"And... And.... Grind them."

"Then you... Pour in an ounce of salt water...?"

"No. Not right. It's... It's the ringed octopus's ink...! Yes, I'm sure of it!"

You poured the ink into the dry ingredients and...

There was nothing.

You smiled to yourself. "Worried for nothing. Now let's just hope-"

BOOM.

You jumped.

Your eyes were wide and watering, your mouth was dry, and your lips were quivering.

The professor yelled at the student and ran to take out the fire.

You felt a tear roll down your face. You slowly stood up and walked out of the classroom. The professor was too distracted to notice. But there was someone who did notice you.

Lucifer.

He was monitoring the halls when he saw you out of the corner of his eye stumbling to the bathroom with your fists clenched, you seemed kind of stiff. He wanted to know if you were alright.

You sat in the last stall, sobbing with your hand over your mouth, trying your best to muffle the noise. You heard a "tap... Tap... Tap..." And looked down. It was those familiar shoes you made fun of for being "grandpa shoes" the other day.

You quickly wiped your tears and took in a big sniff. Before he could ask you anything you questioned him. "Is this about what mammon did? I had nothing to do with it this time so go away please I need privacy."

There was a pause.

"No... This isn't about that. I'm glad to hear you weren't involved though. But away from mammon, is something the matter with you?"

"No? Why?"

He could hear it in your voice. Heck, you could even hear it in your voice. Is was unsteady, squeaky, cracking at every other word. You cursed yourself for letting him see you like this.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Although...I will find out soon enough. So it's better to do so now."

"I just got scared is all. I'll be fine." You muttered.

"What scared you?"

"An explosion. Some idiot in my chemistry class couldn't remember a simple formula. Guess I wasn't expecting it and got spooked. That's it. So.. Can you please go?"

Lucifer took a step towards your stall and placed his hand on the door.

"Yes. I heard it too. It was loud. Just as loud as the fireworks from last month's festival. You didn't want to come but did anyway. You were covering your ears and shaking the whole time. Eventually excusing yourself. This isn't the only other time I've noticed this. So, tell me MC. Why?"

He payed that much attention to you? You never would've guessed.

"People have phobias. I guess I have a phobia of loud noises. Always have."

You could feel the tension even with the stall door blocking the view of his face.

"A phobia that started in the human realm. And... Started from my family. They weren't the nicest people. At least to me."

"I take it they were loud?" He asked sternly.

"Yeah. Yells... To throws... To..."

"I see." He interrupted, not wanting to hear any more.

"MC, open the door."

You were hesitant, but you obliged.

As soon as the door was open he brought you into his arms, cradleing your head. "How anyone could do that to someone such as yourself I have no idea. You don't even come close to deserving any of that."

You nodded and took in his scent, it immediately relaxing you. "God, that professor is still shouting. Does it bother you? No matter. I'll have a talk with him."

You were almost asleep at this point, with the position, the scent, and the sound of his voice you were basically putty in his hands. And you liked it. You liked feeling so secure, so safe.

"MC, I too am guilty of raising my voice, even yelling. Loud noises as well. Now, listen. I'll try my best to not do any of that around you. Alright? You have my word."

Your eyes feel so heavy...

"MC,

I want you to lean on me."

"If you are ever uncomfortable or upset, I want you to come to me. I'll find a solution for all your problems. I want to be your key to everything. Alright?"

He waited for a response but soon softened at the sound of your soft snores.

"Hm."

He picked you up bridal style and carried you off to the house of lamentation and into his room, where you awake hours after school had ended to him writing on his desk, next to you.

Without turning around, it's like he could since that you're awake, he said,

"Feel free to come to me anytime if you are distressed. Anytime."

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This felt kinda short and it might seem rushed but I wanted to get it out to you fast since it's comfort!

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[fluffypandabun]

Hiya ! If you're still doing the prompt list asks, could you maybe do 12 and 37 with lee!Eddie and ler!Wally? You absolutely don't have to if you don't want to !! Just a suggestion <3

Have a lovely day/night, you amazing person !!!

"Uh.....Whoops?" Is all Eddie could think of to say as he stood there ackwardly with a freshly bruised head and a paint splattered shirt from where he'd, ever the accident prone, had tripped and crashed into Wallys little table that held all his freshly mixed paint colors, spalttering both him and the painter with bright shades of orange and pink paint.

Wally stared at his now paint splattered shirt, mouth slightly agape, before he lifted his head up and narrowed his eyes at the mailman. Eddie was relieved to see there was no real anger in the puppets eyes, it had been a genuine accident after all, but there was something....else in his gaze that made him nervous.

Wally slowly standing up from his chair, never breaking eye contact, certianly didnt help either. Even tho the yellow puppet was smaller then him by quite a bit, it didnt stop Eddie from letting out a squeak and nervously taking a few steps back away from the painter.

"H-Hold on Wally, I-I can explain-!" Wallys expression morphed into that of his signatue cat-like smile, he chuckled.

"Run." Eddie didnt need to be told twice, instantly scrambiling to run for the hills and hopefully find one of the other neighbors who would be willing to hide him and save him from Wallys wrath.

He didnt get very far however, tripping over his own two feet in his haste to run away, he ended up tumbling to the soft grassy ground. Landing face first with a groan.

There was a slight gasp nearby him, one Eddie assumed came from Wally.

"Eddie! Are you alright?" Yep that was him.

"Yeah!" Eddie said, voice muffled by the ground. "Im good!"

....Wait a minutie wasnt he just trying to run away from-!

"Oh good! That means I can do this!"

Before the mailman even had time to defend himself and wiggle away, he felt a small weight settle on the middle of his back. Wiggiling fingers desended upon his exposed sides, skittering up and down at a quick pace.

"You know Eddie, I thought I'd have to actually chase u around for a bit. But you make it too easy~"

The mailman instantly burst into loud giggly laughter, legs kicking behind him and he desperatly tried to reach up to grab at Wallys hands.

"Eheheheee! Wally nohohoho!"

"Wally Yes~" The puppet sing songed, switching tactics to gently kneading the soft plush of the mailmans sides.

"You brought this onto yourself Eddie, should have been watching where you were going~"

Eddie snorted, desperatly trying to twist his body around in hopes of grabbing ahold of the smaller puppet.

"Y-Yohohohu were distracting mehehehehe!" If Wally had eyebrows he would have raised one. "Oh? And now your blaming me? After spilling all my good paint that I slaved hours of the day mixing to get just right?" He tsk'd, shaking his head.

"For shame Eds"

If Eddie could roll his eyes at the moment he would have. "You are sohohohoho dramatihihihic!"

Wally let out a scandalized gasp. "Dramatic? Me? Dramatic?" the painter narrowed his eyes playfully, although the other puppet couldnt see it.

"Oh I'll show you dramatic~"

Eddies eyes widdened at the puppets tone, even more so when he heard him take in a sudden deep gasp of air. "W-Wait! Wahihihihit! Wall-EEHEHEHEH!" The mailman was cut off by his own shriek of hysterical laughter as Wally suddenly leaned down to blow a raspberry right in the center of Eddies back, he even had the auadcaity to blow another one right afterwards.

After holding himself back in fear of accidentally hurting his smaller friend, Eddie finally gave in and bucked violently, turning himself fully around and onto his back. Finally managing to grab onto Wallys wrists, gasping for breath as he tried to control his lingering giggles.

Wally, who now sat a top Eddies stomach, looked down as his red-faced friend. He was wearing Eddies signature hat, which had gone flying off him sometime during his squirming, it fit oddly on the puppets swirled hair. He giggled.

"How was that for dramatic huh~?"

Eddie groaned, letting go of Wallys wrists in favor of drapping an arm across his face.

"Ugh you are so mehehehan."

Wally chuckled. "Shouldnt have knocked over my paint" he poked the mailman in the belly, causing him to jump and squeak.

"...You arent actually mad about that are you?" Eddie asked after a moment, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice. Wallys eyes widdened.

"What? Oh no Eddie of course not, it was an accident" He gave the mailman a gentle smile, before it morphed into a smirk as he poked him in the nose.

"Though if you really do wanna make it up to me, which you dont have too but knowing you youre gonna want to, you can help me mix up some more paint. Deal?"

Eddie took his arm off his face to give the painter a smile. "Deal.....after I do this."

"Do what- woooah-! W-Wait Eddihihihihie! Nohohoho!"

[mooutchi]

My first every fanfiction i actually wrote for my friend @raven8224 :3 it was actually fun even if im not the best at writting but i think it was good enough to post it so yeah uuh if people read that then i hope youll enjoy 😈

Tw for mention of blood and mention of death ((its not the main topic tho))

Exhausted. They were exhausted. Did they even felt like that all their life ? Hard one , they didnt know the answer. Maybe it has been years since they started to get exhausted of life and the goddesses tricks.

But right now , Link was exhausted and they knew it. Being thrown in the void wasnt the most fun thing they could wish for. Especially when this black hole made them fall in a another forest that they didnt know. It wasnt the lost wood. It wasnt the path for either their home -if they could still call it that way- or Termina. On top of that... they didnt have any mask. Only the Keaton and...Kishin.

So they kept walking. Walking and walking , knowing that today was going to be a long day. Sometime tripping on a rock because of their sore legs , sometime hitting a tree because they were too distracted to watch their steps. Tired , tired , tired. It was the only word in their mind. They wanted to take a nap...a nice bed. They could already picture the perfect 12 hours sleep they would get !-

Until they tripped again ! This time too numb to move fast enough to be back on their feet. Their head was the first thing that touched the ground , their knees just after. Hard enough for the skin to get wounded by rocks , slightly bleeding. Some grumpy small sounds came from their dry throat as they grunted , trying to pick on the skin to make the rocks and dirt go away. Their eyes fixated on the wounded skin , they caught something in the corner of their sight. Something blue...shining. So bright and beautiful.

In a quick move , they were up ! They ran. They ran and ran. They ignored the pain from the stretch of his mucles. They ignored how they wanted to give up. They ignored how they were tripping again and again , by forcing themself up repeatedly. Until they finally reached the light. They didnt want to think too much about what they saw there. They hopped they wouldnt see those kind of things anymore. Blood. Bodies. From both monsters and humans. Death... they almost forgot the sapphire blue that caught their eyes minutes ago. Until someone came. Almost running to them , dropping on his knees to cup their face , checking for wounds or blood. Link looked at the boy... he was big. Like when they first pulled the mastersword. And they didnt like how the soldier's face frowned at the blood from their nose because of the fall earlier. They watched his mouth opening and closing..but no sound. Or maybe Link lost their earing after the moon crash ? -Did it happen ? No. They were sure no. But it was still so clear in their mind..the people screaming. The earth shaking. The mask of majora...no , skull kid's laugh-

"Hey ! Listen !"

The small bell sound completely took Link by surprise. They looked around , looking at the small ball of light flying around the soldier who was holding their face , wiping the blood from the kid's nose.

"Are you alright ? You seem a bit shaken up."

It seemed like the fairy was talking to them...it took them a small moment to understand she was just speaking a bad Hyrulian and not fea language. They didnt answer...they couldnt keep their eyes away from her. Her hair was too light. Her lighting too clear and white. The tone too purple. Her clothing attire too fancy. So many accessories.... It wasnt her ! It wasnt her...

Before they could even think about running away , they got scooped up by the man with a ridiculously long scarf , the fairy talking with him. His fairy. Link was right. Today was going to be long. Longer than what he though.

[spacexseven]

aw man thats such a shame the ask didnt go through. in that case, is it ok if i resend it in this ask? though i dont remember exactly what i wrote D:

it was about yandere sea monster akutagawa begrudgingly shoving jewelry or something else of value he found in the sea into darlings hands, while hes secretly trying to savor the moment, feel darlings soft skin against his own etc :v

then theres the meek merman sigma who is too cautious to actually approach darling so he is stuck watching from afar

and then merman nikolai whos a little shit and probably makes darling fall into the water for shit and giggles. has no idea how to show affection and thinks "gentle" bullying is the way to go. in general he just loves to scare darling and sees nothing wrong with it

i just wanted to hear your thoughts/additions to it if thats alright with you ^^

have a nice day <3

alrighttt hello! very sorry i was a bit busy with school related stuff but i'm finally able to get to your ask :>

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, stalking, theft, nikolai (he's unhinged and needs his own warning)

akutagawa is always on the hunt for something to gift darling! since he's far too shy to actually talk to them, this is one of the only things he van actually do. at first he sticks to leaving things for them at a spot where he knows they'll see, like if they live near the water he might leave it nearby so they would know it's for them, and continue doing that for a while until either darling decides to wait at the spot to see who was leaving these little trinkets or he decides it's time to introduce himself. once it comes to a point where he can openly hand it over to them, he does so awkwardly slow just to be able to hold your hand for a little while, brush over your fingers, which were nothing like his. honestly it makes darling a little bit uncomfortable. it'll probably take a much longer time for him to open up to you more than this though (and at this stage i wouldn't say he's like full blown obsessed yet)

MERMAN SIGMA IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA OMG hes so cute i want to squish him anyways he's super super shy but more so if he's less merman and more sea creature (like dazai lol) because he's self conscious about his appearance knowing he looks nothing like darling's human companions and the thought that they might find him scary or unappealing torments him every day. obviously he can't help the way he looks, but he still yearns for their attention and affection. what he can do is watch darling for hours on end, hoping his observations would pay off in a situation where they might need his help, after dropping something into the waters, perhaps. because of how shy he is, it'a likely he would 'team up' with another mer (im eyeing nikolai maybe?) to get darling.

nikolai...is 100% more chaotic as a mer. unlike most of the rest he's the one to actually approach darling on his own, befriending them after convincing them he means no harm. he still roughs darling up a little, not afraid to tackle them or crush them into him when they get in the water. he would frighten them just to see them jump and push them into the water, pocketing their things just to keep as a souvenir when they're distracted trying to climb back to shore. he, like dazai, makes a lot of comments about dragging darling down to the bottom of the ocean, keeping them with him forever, etc. but if darling asks if him if he's serious, there won't be a response. he's unfiltered, but even he knows he should still hold back a little so he won't completely throw darling off.

[heroicleader2763]

okay LISTEN up fellow theyboss - i was trying to make sure my team didnt burn down the whole apartment yesterday and it seems like you seem to be facing your own trials n' tribulations too . please, what is going on @_@ can we just take stock of everything for the moment? this might help you calm down if you need it how are you? mentally? physically? are you in once piece? what about leafy/evie? is she alright physically? are you still lesbianing over your evil girlfriend or are there more important things to attend to (i was gonna tell you off for this - but if everything is alright i kinda respect it at this point ^_^ even if you both are bleeding out or whatever) what about leafy jr? are they alright????? did they get medical attention??? what about the plant? have you killed it yet? sorry for the big ask :P i just think taking base of everything that's happened so far is likely for the best (and idk whats going on still! >_>)

Woah, Wait a Sec.

so, i Already responded to That first One; In short I'm In one Piece, But worried About the Others.

Evie is.. Really messed Up right Now. She lost an entire leg! ALSO SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND GRAHHH [not yet. not yet. not y] But She's kind Of like, Dying in My arms [not Literally, sadly] Right now So i Can't just Leave

me and Leafy were Trying to, but The stupid Plant showed Up. Evie took Over because Of that, And then we Tried Fighting it Off

we Wanted to Kill the Plant, But when It Hurt evie I got Too distracted To Continue [+ It literally Swallowed my Weapon] So i Just told it To get Lost. It promised To not Bite at any Children anymore, Which I'm Still a bit Skeptical Of, But let's Hope it Keeps its word.

[toomuchracket]

i literally age a too hugh of a edibale for mt first time rver getting hugh i sm tasting colors and shapes whaf ttje fuck im floating. i didnt know i shoudlnt eat all the gummies. i aye all the gummies

oh my god?! i cannot help or advise with this one i fear. but try to stay calm, sit still, maybe distract yourself with a movie or something? i really don't know i've never had gummies. hope you're alright! <3

[arcsin27]

hi idk if anyone else answered ? or if you actually wanted a run through of the lyrics/one interpretation so feel free to ignore but:

this aint a scene: first phrase is a play on the fact theyre not stealing from you (taking ur trash at night) theyre making you admire (painting gold) subconsciously by listening to them (as you sleep). the crashing bit is like, we're not stuble about it we're crashing - not a disaster kind of crash, like car crash or broken hips, but a fun kind of chaos (crashing a party)

kids arent alright: fall to your knees bring on the rapture is likening this feeling/tragedy/loss to being raptured/the apocolypse. blessed be bit is . idk how to phrase this. people from your past who were Too Much to be contained? like a photograph or a film doesnt do them justice but they're still memorable? (idk tbh this line confuses me haha) . i always fall from your window to me is like i want to be let back into your life but i always fall away from you again and again.

jet pack blues: (ive never been a big fan of this one tbh so i havent listened as much? so my take is gonna b a little more vague). make june feel like september is saying this thing/relationship is instead of making me feel hopeful about our future i feel like the good part (summer) is already over and im looking at the end of smth instead or the start. peace of mind/behind highway lines is just going for a drive to clear your head . city goes silent/get violent is like with no distractions im reminded of the anger/grief/emotions im trying to run from

sorry for any typos or things badly written its 1:30am,,, again this is just how im reading it you might vibe w the songs differently and therefore see completely different feelings in each line. thats the fun of it! hope this helped and if it didnt . pretend this wasnt sent ig haha

no no i dont wanna ignore it its really cool thank you!

[oh-allie]

then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place n' have a drink or two.

dr. ratio x fem!reader

synopsis; you make veritas ratio so stupid. is he stupid enough to say 'i love you' when he just met you though? hopefully not.

fluff, ratio might be kinda ooc for him to fall for a love at first sight thing. but hes totally whipped for you, i tried 2 make it gen!neutral but "pretty person" just didnt sound right, inspired by frank sinatra's "something stupid." might make a part 2 where after ratio practices for hours what 2 do they go on a date and ratio fumbles rhe bag (in a good way)

veritas ratio is not stupid. he doesn't say stupid things, he doesn't think stupid thoughts. he'd say he hates the idea of it, if you were to ask him.

and of course a man with outstanding achievements in the fields of biology, medicine, natural theology, philosophy, mathematics, physics, and engineering wouldn’t stumble at the mere sight of a pretty girl, right? you’d think so, but here he was. mouth agape, clammy hands, and a racing heart. it’s stupid.

just cause a pretty girl happened to talk to him. though, to him, you weren't just a pretty girl. he almost thought he was hallucinating- he was about to check for signs of chemical abnormalities in his brain. it was awkward, actually, as he reached out to touch your steady hand to confirm you were real, but didn't have a game plan for what to do if you were (which you were. you are real. and you did stare at his cold fingers brushing against your knuckles.)

“are you alright, mr. ratio?” you say, a breathy chuckle escaping from your lips. you're sat across the table from him, your drink in your hand as you occasionally take sips from the chunky straw that protrudes from the cap.

all you wanted to do was approach a scholar you deeply admired, but it seems like you caught him at a bad time.

you look at him expectantly.

"um. hello?”

you consider standing up to leave, oh well, maybe you could try your luck with a letter to his assistant.

the sound of an awkward throat-clear is heard from across the table, “hi. i’m sorry, you just startled me. wha.. what do you need?” he says, straightforward and curtly. the way the tips of his ears are red and his voice cracks when he says ‘stArtled’ betray the cool demeanor he's trying to present.

“i recognized you from my booth. thought i had to take the opportunity to chat with such an esteemed man. i hope i'm not intruding too much.” you close your eyes as you take another sip, giving him a break from your intimidating gaze.

oh you, you flatter him. and you know it from the way he almost stumbles over his words and his hands get shakier as he realizes he hasn't moved them far enough away from yours to be normal.

he tries to find something, anything to say. anything to say to keep the conversation going, to flaunt his academic prowess that you approached him for, to keep you here with him, but he seems to have lost it all when you sat down.

“my apologies, i'll leave you be, then.” you say with a smirk. placing your napkin that had been resting in your lap onto the table and grabbing your drink, you give him a curt goodbye and walk out of the café.

well fuck.

he blew it. a girl so pretty he was convinced he was hallucinating her just sat by him and tried to talk to him and he blew it. he thinks about what topic he could pour himself into to distract from, what he over exaggerates to be, the biggest mistake of his life. and then his smartass brain turns back on.

he sees the neatly folded napkin you left behind, with curly red ink and blotches protruding behind the elegant folds. he grabs it and carefully unfolds it,

i was about to be late to my meeting. but i wouldn't want to miss a chance to speak with my favorite scholar.

lets link up ###-###-####

he’s quite happy he didn’t speak his mind when he first met you. you make him so stupid. almost stupid enough to blurt out ‘i'm totally in love with you’ when he just met you. he’ll be sure to set some hours aside in the evening to plan what he’ll say to you next time.