#or anything romantic with one makes me feel like I'm jumping off the walls while on a roller-coaster

[rangersrambles]

Finally realizing I'm probably bisexual is not what I wanted to deal with in the sweet godly year of 2024

[melinoelliones]

Ban - NSFW Alphabet

I did a Ban aswell so here ya’ll go

I am not a Ban lover so if our opinions are different DON’T JUMP ME

I am open to doing any other SDS’s characters

This is being queued up for after Meliodas drops so I hope this posts

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he’d probably cook you something fast, make sure you’re fed and hydrated after all he put your body through. Also strokes your back as you lay on his chest, just enjoying the silence,

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is a hard one but for you your waist/torso. He doesn’t care the size, he just wants to have his arms around it at all times. He will legit lay in your lap with his arms around you.

On himself he loves his abs, dude has em out 24/7 anyway.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He enjoys cumming on your ass and back, your breathless body moving up and down while he coats it in it. I think he’d also love to see it on your face, making a mess of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes it when your body takes over, like when he’s eating you out and you slowly push his head down, or when he’s fucking you and you play with yourself for extra stimulation. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He wasn’t like the most experienced but he knew what he was doing, now he works with you to find what you both like.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

69 for SUREEEEE. He gets to eat you and and feel you struggle to suck him off due to how well he’s doing with you.

Any where he gets to pick you up, putting his crazy strength to good use. Seeing your face contort as he fucks into you with everything he’s got.

Also missionary, I feel like he loves to kiss you as he slides in and out, smirking as you struggle to kiss back. Pulling your ankles above his shoulders to get even deeper into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not so much during, but maybe after.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I'm torn between absolutely wild down there and/or well kept. We saw how he kept himself in that prison….

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate!!! Lots of sweet talk, lots of kisses and major eye contact. He wants to take in everything you do and praise you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Barely, maybe even never. He’d prefer to wait till you’re around. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink 100%. Wants to fuck a baby into you so bad, going round after round to make sure he’s filled you enough to guarantee you’re pregnant. 

Dacryphilia. Your tear stained cheeks look so pretty when he’s fucking you to the point where your mind is only on him and his cock.

Cockwarming. Wants to be inside of you at all times. Feeling your warm walls smother his cock is heaven.

Restraints. He loves to be tied up and let you have free reign of his body.

Marking up. He loves to cover you from head to toe in hickeys but mostly in places he can see. He’ll leave like one or two in an obvious spot so people know who you belong too. He also loves when you leave him little ones, as his jacket is wide open he always asks for one right in the centre so people can see it.

Facefucking. Enjoys fucking your face while you gag on it, tears in your eyes as you’re running your tongue and mouth along it. He thinks you look absolutely adorable with the mix of cum and saliva running down the corners of your mouth as you look up at him for approval.

“Yeah thats it, you’re doing so well” he’d moan out while pushing the back of your head further into his cock. His head rolling back as his crown hits the back of your throat repeatedly. 

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

Prefers closed spaces like bedrooms, however after seeing Meliodas n his partner doin it everywhere he’s definitely lowkey wanting to try it in a more public place atleast once.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your moans and whines. You begging for him makes him almost feral.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that could seriously hurt you. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The mans tongue is long, he loves to use it on you. Don’t get me wrong, he enjoys watching you on your knees attempting to take him all in your mouth but he loves to give. Would eat you out whenever you ask him too, he’d probably ask sometimes too as he enjoys it that much. He can do all sorts with that tongue of his and you love it. 

“HEY, come over here and let me eat you out, i'm starving over here” he’d chuckle with a smirk on his face, arms out for you to come to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both equally. Sometimes you like it rough and he’ll push your body to extremes. Other times he’ll keep it slow to savour the moment.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I think he prefers to take his time with you and hates to be rushed. But desperate times call of desperate measures.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not a massive risk taker in terms of like public stuff but he is always down to experiment. If there is something you want to try he is more than happy to oblige.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I don’t think he’d have a limit to be honest, could go till the sun comes up. But realistically maybe 3 to 4 rounds consistently to not break you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he isn't the biggest fan of them as he can do anything they can do. Need a gag, use his fingers. Need a choker, his hands are right there. Need a vibe, he’s got stamina. However if you insisted he would get you one, like maybe when he’s on trips he’d get you something close to his size.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only teases slightly, doesn’t take it too far as he wants to fuck you just as much as you want him to. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His volume isn't too high as it only really consists of grunts and moans, along with his dirty words. He doesn’t mind if you make noise but if people are around he will kiss you in an attempt to swallow your moans. 

Maybe says “So loud, it’s almost like you want them to hear how well i’m fucking you”.

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Likes to fuck you clothed then make you keep the soiled underwear on. Watching you squirm and you uncomfortably try to act as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out and fill you to the point where it’s dripping down your inner thighs.

Also loves to make out with you and tease to the point where you’re begging him to fuck you. But not too often.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is TALL. He is 6’11 so I know he is hiding something large under them pants. Maybe 8 or 9 inches, curved slightly and has some nice girth to it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I wanna say average/high. He could defo fuck you like 3 or 4 times a week but it’s not super necessary. Loves oral though and making you feel good without sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He gets tired a bit after but he won’t sleep until you’re hydrated, fed and asleep. He’ll sit with you in his arms until you do.

[dazedantics]

You smiled, reminiscing as you watched the stoic male scribble away at his desk. He dipped the nib into the dark jar, each swirl of the pen trailed by shimmering ink. His fingers were never dotted with mess and sleeves pristine.

For how many pages you'd seen, lines neat with dotted eyes and crossed 't's, his tilts and formalities were ever familiar.

You couldn't even keep track of how many you'd recieved.

But you did remember adoring them.

"Hey, Rollo? When am I getting my next note?"

"What?" He raised a brow, turning over his shoulder to look at you.

You padded across the wooden floorboards, placing your hands over the back of his seat.

"A letter. You never responded to my last one."

He set his pen down, shifting to better face you. "What's the need? Anything that needs saying can be done in person now that we're in the same house."

"Well, yeah," you sighed, "but you enjoy them don't you? No one really sends letters nowadays, it feels romantic."

An attempt to cover his blushing face was stopped by your hand on his.

"... it was simply for ease. Hand writing keeps one enriched. Besides it's safer." He turned back to the table. "Your meal's been prepared in the kitchen. If you favor something else, tell me, I'll only be a minute."

Your eyes watched him for moment, tracing the creases in his robes, the rare stray strands out place in his silvery hair, the light hitting him just right to envelop him in a warm glow.

Then you leaned forward.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nose nuzzling into the soft heat between his chin and neck.

To say he was caught off guard would be an understatement. He practically jumped at your intrusion, tired eyes snapping down to you.

"What are you doing!"

You chuckled nuzzling deeper, "you've been working for a while, let me keep you company."

An uncomfortable noise buzzed in his throat.

He looked at the wall in front of him, a slender hand pressing over where your arms crossed.

"N-no ... that's alright. I just need to sign this before sending it out."

"What's it for?"

"... my parents."

You perked up, eyes looking up at him. "Parents? How sweet. You know, I don't think you've mentioned them much before ...."

He reached for his pen again. "Yes, well ... I do not see them much. Though, they're happy I'm doing well and write me often. Honestly, they worry too much."

You positioned your head on his shoulder, scanning his letter.

"Will I meet them someday?"

He flushed once more, eyes squinting shut. "I'd rather not. They'll probably put up more of a fuss."

His eyes drifted to his ruby ring on your finger.

A pause.

Then he sighed again.

"Though I suppose now's the safest time to tell them about about our ... predicament ...."

You straightened up, smiling.

"I think we should invite them for dinner."

"What!" He pushed back his chair. "Y/N we cannot do things on a whim. There are cues and expectat-"

"Oh, it's your parents, Rollo. If they write you I'm sure they'll be happy to actually see you again."

"Y/N, there are times where-"

You cupped his cheeks, squishing them to form his lips into a pout. "I'd like our son, daughter, or whatever, to know at least your parents since they can't know mine. And I'd like to know the people who created this perfect gentleman in my hands."

His nose twitched as you squeezed his cheeks for emphasis.

He desperately wanted to roll his eyes and storm out to make his own point, but instead he breathed deeply and looked to the side.

It wasn't that he didn't want you to see his parents, if circumstances were different he would've rushed you to them the instant you'd eloped.

But he didn't want to see them.

It was the reason he was so far away in the first place.

He couldn't stand to see them after all that had happened.

And he was certain nothing good would come out of it.

They'd tell you about ...

Well, the less you knew about him or his family the better.

Besides, focusing on the two of you and what was to come was best right? Yes, best to avoid adding stress factors to your soon to be unprompted hormones.

He pried your hands from his face and stood, "We'll see about invitations."

"I knew you'd come around! And I think-"

He wrapped his free arm around you, hand on your hip as he guided you away from his papers, "yes, yes, let's worry about keeping you in safe condition, those plates aren't going to clear themselves."

You chuckled, leaning into his arms as he led the way.

You both knew he had nothing to be so fretful for, but his readiedness regarding your well-being just made you feel to warm inside.

You couldn't think of a single thing about him there was not to be fond of.

... but he could

[fireboxstudios]

Soooooo. I don't really know what compelled me to write this, but if it matters any i watched my favorite VN ytber play this like 20 times.

Subject to change.

And I've never done something like this before unless it's dead by daylight related.

These are just some general head cannons for "The Stranger" I don't have much to go off; personality wise or the things he can do, so a lot of this will be spit balled, if the Creator decides to make a follow-up game this will be changed.

Hopefully I'll have somethings correct I'll have some things wrong, but I really do enjoy this visual novel. Mandela catalog.

🔛🔝

Platonic/romantic. Warning, stalking, possible skin-walking, genitalia mentions and dark themes.

So usually i see people start with how you meet the guy but it's kinda straightforward?

You wake up to a creep, jiggling your door nob like you owe him money.

Getting up to investigate; you walk over to your door.

Every fiber of your being is screaming to do something, anything but entertaining this guy.

One creepy smile and a half later.

For all intensive purposes lets say the next time around you let him in. (dumbass)

He's actually quite friendly, he speaks like a teleprompter. Every word is carefully picked.

Carefully said, for his strength lies in his ability to articulate, manipulate and destroy.

That's how he speaks, proper English, no less no more.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The stranger likes to follow you around, understatement of the century.

He pretty much becomes part of you.

He's very awkward, unless prompted most times you'll just sit in silence.

If you do decide to engage with him, them, it?

He's very engaged, not like much else matters anyways...

Every 'how's your day' is met with the same question in response.

"how was your day?"

To be honest he doesn't understand the question very well, his eyes drifting to the side trying to understand why you'd wanna know something so trivial.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The longer you spend together the more you begin to notice small things, like how slowly his mannerisms start to mimic yours.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

He loves watching you play your favorite game, he may ask why you play or what's going on in the game.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

If you like horror games in particular, he seems to take a particular interest in those.

H̶e̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶s̶ s̶e̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ y̶o̶u̶ s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶

He gazes blankly at the screen while you sweat bullets, every jump scare making you jump and him... Why is he staring so intensely at you?

As you continue to play he may gaze at the game for a little but it often always drifts back to you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

He doesn't sleep, why would he?

So often you'll wake up to his black voids for eyes staring at you from the corner of your bed, maybe from an uncanny angle.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Loves to pick you up, and other shows of strength.

You may be sitting down when his eerily cold hands grab at your sides before picking you up.

Flashing those pearly whites that eerily lack depth.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Has ZERO lack of privacy, does what he does without shame.

*walks in on you changing*

"can you leave, please?"

"why?"

"Because... I'm changing?"

"oh..."

You both end up just standing there.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Hiding from him is nearly impossible. Somehow he always seems to know where you are? in the visual novel he can feel you there through the door, so maybe some type of like, cats whiskers situation?

He can tell how many fingers you're holding up even if you're behind him.

VERY fast, don't underestimate his speed.

Running is a futile attempt.

*you dash behind a wall your breathing lacking control, every breath coming out like a harsh stab at your airways.*

"who are we hiding from?"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Knows where you work and will leave questionably sourced take-out. There's blood stains on the bag but don't mind that.

Wasn't it nice of him to bring you sustenance?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

WILL kill for you, no questions asked.

On that topic, he can get very jealous.

What do you mean he has to share his favorite human with some meat bag?

you don't know exactly what he is and he intends to keep it that way.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

He'll disappear for an hour and come back like nothing happened. How'd he get back in?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

He can mimic voices, just a hunch but he seems to take a lot of inspiration from the Mandela catalog, why not?

He loves to mimic voices, they range from a weak imitation of one of your favorite actors.

Or eerily accurate to a girl that went missing last week?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Sometimes his skin will start to droop, just remind him and he'll fix it, otherwise you'll have a humanoid with a black void as a face.

He doesn't particularly notice; nor care.

Maybe he can shapeshift, in the VN he did mention that you've met before, but considering we seemingly don't know him from anywhere, he may shapeshift.

NSFW TOPICS PAST THIS POINT. ⚠️

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

No matter if you'd rather believe he made the body itself, or it stole it.

Depending on whether you prefer female anatomy or male or both, he has those.... Bits.

All in an attempt to replicate humans of course, they don't really function?

The shaft in particular is just the blackness that makes his innards just break through the skin of the penis, because it's too big.

It tries his/her/their best to replicate it to your liking as possible!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

I must preference most of this is not canon, just speculation. I had a lot of fun writing this.

Maybe if people care for this I might write a yandere alphabet.

[goobersnart]

Have a ramble about my personal self indulgent Rick rambles (mostly headcanons and stuff tbh); this is quite long and probably ooc (excluding the headcanons), but I don't care! This is quite sensual and could be considered romantic, but you can take it however you'd like! :]

Rick is for sure the type of person to squeeze your shoulder; hard to put into words, but hear me out.

It's mainly during arguments, if you were bitching to Jerry about something off-hand, Rick would squeeze your shoulder in a sense of "calm down you won't get through to him" type of silent reasurrance.

He could also do the shoulder squeeze just in general, he drapes and pulls you close by your shoulders a lot.

I feel like he is also the type of man to flip-flop when it comes to touch; like most people probably do this, but Rick is very picky who can touch him and who can't. (It's the autism.)

You can lean on him and softly side-hug him, while Jerry or Morty couldn't. (Side hugging is very weird in my brain, there's personal autism. The side of the body is a very venerable place and my biggest headcanon that I keep forgetting isn't canon is that he hates his sides being touched. Side hugging is different; I'm projecting.) You can also ruffle his hair, which most others can't.

You and Morty are special, on his hierarchy he has in his Narcissistic brain of his. (I say this as someone wNPD, again most of the hcs is projection.) He finds both you and Morty someone to both impress and protect, it's hard because he tries to keep up a wall of "I don't give a fuck trust 🙏"

I have soooo many headcanons and small lil things he does that floats around my brain guh. Gonna list stim headcanons now:

Making mouth noises, literally anything. "Pfftph", blowing raspberries, whistling, anything.

Literally any of the "catchphrases" he says, "lick, lick, lick my balls!" being his favorite one

He groans and borderline screams often and without care if it freaks others out; he also probably jumps or shakes his head as he does it.

He chews his shirts and bites his nails; when his hair was longer he nibbled on his hair.

There's so many headcanons ahahaha >< i love this old fart sm i could infodump about him for hours!!

[digitalfootprinthider]

Best friends, right?

Levi Ackerman x reader (not really that romantic but the intent was there lmao)

+ no pronouns for reader

after fighting side by side with Levi for so long you finally develop a small connection

i literally never wrote anything before thisss nfhjsckladc I more than appreciate if you read this and give me your thoughts :) and sorry for spelling errors- English is not my first language

An expedition always came with massive losses. This one was no exception, but personal deaths were always horrifying. I was, along with every squad captain no stranger to those ether. Seeing someone losing their entire team is horrible. The survivors guilt, the what ifs and the spiraling.

But as a captain i know its our responsibility to be strong and caring towards our squad- or what’s remained of them. they all died. I want to convince myself that they died fast and didn’t feel that much pain, or they died for a good course, but right now they all feel like lies. Telling their families is always the hardest thing i have to do.

‘Stop. You can do this hysteria later,’ I mumble to myself as i force my head away from my dead cadet and slap myself to take control of it again. We’re still in the middle of this mission, and a few dead friends should never stop me from completing my task.

we are in the outer space of wall Maria trying to manage the make best of the situation, if that's even possible right now. titans-or a human, the hole doesn't look like a titan has done it- crushed the walls so now the other ones are getting in. The view is disturbing to say the least. Dead all around, the ones there is no way saving are screaming with all that's left in them and who knows how many are still in there- I have to remind myself again to shut these out, i can worry about it later, for now there is only one thing to do-

kill as many of these assholes as possible. I jump from the rooftop into the endless titans, leaving my cadet’s body. I slash a titans nape with one fast blow and move onto my next victim. I see a cadet struggling to deal with an abnormal so i join in. At least i can save them.

‘Where is the rest of your team? You shouldn't be alone.’ I ask her after swiftly handling the situation. In the back of my mind I'm hoping that the answer wouldn’t be death, just in case i put on a poker face.

‘umm thanks for the help’ She said visibly distressed. Judging by that reaction it was her first expedition, poor girl getting her first real experience with this is not gonna do her much good. I try to give her a reassuring look but that's not my forte.

‘I just saw them over there’ she points with her head but its shaking so much its hard to get anything out of it. ’Ill go join them. Again thanks for the help.’ She swings away. I do the same.

after that, my body is on auto mode. Swing, neck, swing legs, wing neck, repeat. There was no strength left in me and i just wanted to stop for a minute but if i would i knew couldn't get up again. So much of that color code Hange made was in the air one can hardly see through it but it’s not stopping anyone. We all know how much is depending on us clearing out the space while the other can flee.

Suddenly i hear a loud noise. I finish with my current victim and go up to the walls to inspect. It was the signal that meant the fight was over. I desperately wanted to find the my te-it will take some time to really realize they are no more. My knees buckle but i keep myself standing. If don't sit down soon my body will collapse.

Next to the wall was a quickly build station we did on all expeditions. I just sat down on a bench in front of one of the main huts next to a cadet with their face in their hands. As i look around i see people eather crying, hugging each other and barley moving a muscle from still being in shock. The adrenalin was wearing off and they just realizing the losses, the same happening to me.

Some liquid is dripping down into my eyes from my head. Its weird because Titan blood should’ve went away by now, and i didn't have any head injuries. That is when it hit me. It was their blood. my squad is dead. Again. Every close friend i have- had, is getting ripped to shreds in the walls while i sit on a little bench. I take a closer look at the man next to me and realize its captain Ackerman. We probably look the same now: bruised, uniforms tainted by blood that's not ours, and ripped in a few places and hints of dirt and colors from the flares.

We literally never talked, but became cadets then captain around the same. For a few years we even shared a squad. We were in the same room most of our carrier. We are both closed off so we never got deeper than talking during meetings. I must’ve been staring at him for a while, because he looks up from his hands into my eyes waiting me to say something. When we lock eyes it hits me. From our year of cadets we were the last ones standing. From our old squad everyone died long ago. His family, that nice girl and boy i cant even remember the name of are dead. So is my old best friend whom we joined to the corps together. Its seems a different world remembering back to it, with one constant.

Ackerman. He was always there. everyone else coudn't live up to the standards of this life but we did. he did, he was always there with me and i cant even recall the names of his dead family. I don't think we even called each other by our first names yet, but it feels like a decade since we first started as cadets.

Seeing my face deep in thought and bloody he stated that i wont be talking anytime soon, so he went back to his hands, but a spoke up in the last second.

‘I guess you’re my best friend now.’ He quickly looked back to me and than around for whom I was speaking to, but when he realized it was him he looked at me weirdly, like I had three heads. ‘By default. Sometimes i forget we even know each other but now your the one i know the most about, and that's not really a compliment.’We both frowned ��That came out wrong. I didn't mean it to sound bitchy.’

For a few seconds we just stared at each other blankly but i think he realized what i was saying and I saw two thing in his eyes. Pity, not for me but for my cadets. I liked that. And recognition.

‘You’re YN.’ His voice was weak. He probably lost most of his voice giving orders for his team. I don't have to worry about that for a while. ‘If its any consolation i saw two of your squad going down. It was not your fault. You fought well.’ He tilted his head up towards the still dirty sky, resting his head on the tent behind him and took a deep breath. Even looking like a corpse he was still beautiful. As that thought came up my mind my brows knitted- Its an objective observation, not a love confession. Not like i know more than two things about this man anyways.

‘As for the friend part, my pool of best friends candidates just got significantly smaller so you’re in luck.’ He looked into my eyes, but still kept his head upwards. ’If you’re interested you could join in to missions while you short things out. I’ll keep you busy.’ With that he closed his eyes once again. I considered the conversation over. I mimicked his movement and tried to tidy up my mind and maybe even rest a little.

I hope at least it was a fun read ")

[yellowcry]

[Garish au]

Asking Dolores seemed like a good choice to begin with. Maybe Isabela could get some information. Her cousin was aware of everything, far more than people tend to think of. However, as she spotted her cousin, the line was already closed. Mirabel stood nearby and, in a not really quiet voice, asked. "Have you heard anything strange yesterday?"

Isabela winced. Could Mirabel know what happened yesterday? It would be perfect. In a split second, she ran to Mirabel past their Tío Felix and real Dolores. "Hey, sis. I heard you were wondering about the cracks" Mirabel's eyes widened, she stepped back, looking away.

Just as Isabela was about to get through with her answers, a low-pitched voice announced that the table was out. Just great. Luisa surely loved breaking the perfect moments. Now she had to wait until the end of the dinner.

Isabela smirked at Dolores' loving eyes at the mention of Mariano. Her cousin was such a romantic. Not like Isabela could blame her, she hoped to marry some beautiful girl one day. Maybe she could blabber about plants to her? It would be perfect!

Catching up with Mirabel was easier than anything First of all she was short. And Isabela had vines on her side.

Mirabel rolled her eyes, getting out of the greenery that had surrounded her at the snap of a finger. "Isa, maybe you should do something else?" She paced faster, trying to get away to no avail.

"Hey, Mirabel, could you fix my blouse?"

The girl nodded, taking a packet from Osma's hands. This repeated several times.

Isabela groaned, her little sister was so annoying sometimes. "Just tell me what do you know? You asked Dolores about it."

Mirabel, who desperately tried to get away, just to be stopped by a wall of flowers in front of her muttered. "I just wanted to make sure…"

Isabela's eyes narrowed, she stepped closer. "What exactly, sis?"

Mirabel blinked, fixing her glasses. "I'm sure it's nothing. I just saw something. It was probably just my imagination." she didn't sound too convinced by her own nervous words.

"I'm sure it's fine," Isabela waved her hand. The cracks were worrying, but it didn't make her feel too bad. She just needed to know what happened.

Mirabel sighed, giving an awkward chuckle. "It's not like Casita would break."

"YES!" Isabela jumped in excitement, flowers sprouted on the ground around her. "I saw them too!" There was at least one person who knew that Casita was breaking yesterday.

"I- I don't get what you're talking about…" Mirabel gasped, stepping back in horror. Her face got paler in worry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything bad!"

Isabela froze at the last sentence. She didn't think about this possibility at all. If anything, Mirabel had nothing to do with the miracle. "Why would you think that I could blame you?" She lowered her gaze, staring in confusion.

The words left Mirabel's mouth before she could even proceed them. "Mama had left because of me."

She wasn't serious… Was she?

"Julieta had left because she's selfish irresponsible parent." Isabela scoffed, crossing her arms. Nobody said anything in a while.

"I really should get back to work.."

Isabel groaned. Why was it always about a job? "Today's an official day off after the ceremony."

"Well, I got to make up for the lack of a gift," Mirabel whispered, rechecking all the work that she had been given already. "Maybe somebody will say that I'm doing a good job then.."

Oh, poor child.

"I think you need a break," Isabela awkwardly patted her spine.

Mirabel shook her head. "I can get through it." She was about to go away, before looking to the sides all of a sudden. "I heard Abuela once." Isabela was startled, her eyes widened in surprise. "She said something about a vision with our Mama and Casita's destruction." Isabela froze for a good minute, trying to understand all this information. Vision? What had Tio Bruno seen? Probably not much, but still. "If you want to fund anything, our parents' room could be a good place to start."

[anonymooseforever007]

Tag Lists For Fics

Hi Y'all❤️ I don't know if anyone's interested but I'm gonna start making tag lists for stories if anyone wants to be on them. Y'all can jump on or off of them whenever you want and I'm going to try to start adding them to the ends of my fics or in a reblogged list. Also some of the list are for series that aren't official/haven't been started yet, but I have a plan to make them. Those ones are marked with ** by them. The lists I'm gonna try to make are as follows with some examples/explanation of the stories they may be attached to:

GENERAL TAG LISTS:

Peaky Everything - Every Peaky Related Fic, even if it's platonic or there isn't a set relationship or reader insert at all (Ex: Romantic Escape, Field Deer. Forest Horse, Shadow by The Bed, Pictures on the Wall, etc....It's literally everything)

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Peaky Romantic - Every Reader/OC Peaky Fic that involves a stated romantic/ non platonic relationship as part of the big focus (Ex: Romantic Escape, I know Him, Whiskey Kisses, etc...)

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Peaky Platonic - Every Reader/OC Peaky fic that involves a platonic relationship as a big focus (Ex: Field Deer. Forest Horse, I know Him, His Aunt's Stories, anything from the My Girl Series, etc...)

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Pure Peaky Peaky - Any non Reader/OC based Peaky fic I've written where the main focus of the story is on the show's characters (Ex: Shadow by the Bed, Pictures on the Wall, A Tour to Remember, etc...)

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Totally Top Gun- Any fic related to Top Gun once I am able to start making my way through planning those ideas again. As of now most of them will likely be about snippets in the life of Mrs. Y/N Floyd from Wanna Buy You A Drink.

SERIES TAG LISTS:

My Girl Series - Any new chapters to the My Girl Series. This is the one that alternates back and forth over the past and present life of Tommy Shelby's daughter (reader) who was raised in America after he died in France during the war.

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Pictures on the Wall Series - While this three part mini series Finn and his relationship with the Shelby mother is officially complete, I recently had one more idea for a mini epilogue that I'd like to write at some point. So I'm opening this list in case anyone would want to see that part when it comes to it!

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**Sweet Oblivion Series - Not a series that's been officially started, but one I have plans for. It would encompass some more fics in the same universe as I Know Him about Finn Shelby dating Alfie's bouncy sunshine stepdaughter who isn't aware of the men's real profession.

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**Woo Me Mister Series - This technically also isn't a series I have ongoing at the moment because I'm currently stuck plot wise, but it would encompass the AU that fics The Proposal and The Engagement are set in. This whole series would be about the year Luca spends trying to win over the Shelby Sister who is determined to avoid an arranged marriage, but also isn't above trying to live her best romance novel life.

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS TAG LISTS:

*Note this would be for every fic romantic or platonic for when the character is one of the main subjects*

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Tommy Shelby

Michael Gray

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Luca Changretta

And yeah, those are the lists I would make for now if anyone wants to be one them. There may be a lot but I blame it on my ADHD induced desire to sub organise everything :D If you want to be on any of them just let me know through an ask, message, comment, or anything else you're comfortable with! (You could even try it on any other form of social media I have. If you do that I will be as impressed as I am terrified you'd obtained that information.)

ALSO! One more thing about them. So I know that even if someone really likes a character there may still be topics in a fic that just are not their thing. So if there really is a theme or topic that really bothers you feel free to let me know and I will try to make a note of it and temporarily take you of the list for those fics alone. (Ex: Hey, I want to be on your Alfie tag list but I am absolutely horrified of Cyril, please don't tag me in the fics where he's a big part." Can do! "Hi! I would like to be on the Peaky Romantic List but absolutely don't do pregnancy or OC kids." Sounds Fair. "Hello. Can I be added to the XXX Tag List? But I really don't like XXX. Is that ok? " Sure is!, etc...)

Let me know if y'all want to be on any of these list and have a great day❤️❤️

[selineram3421]

🚧Under construction🚧

Paparazzi🕸

Prologue

Romantic: Angel Dust X Reader

From: Paparazzi Headcanons

Warning! ⚠

⚠ implied/suggestive, paparazzi being creeps, reporters, social media stalking/harassment, Valentino being a bitch, outraged fans, blood, descriptive injuries, murder spree ⚠

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"Hey!", you greet your boyfriend, sprinting over with a grin. "How was your day?"

"Same old shit. I stole some guy's wallet though!", he says and lifts it up, pulling you close with one of his lower arms and walking.

"Anything good in there?", you ask and walk with him.

"Kinda? I mean, there was a condom and two hundred bucks.", the spider demon shrugs and puts the wallet away.

Angel Dust.

One of Hell's most famous porn stars and your boyfriend.

You've been with him for a good while now. Meeting his friend Cherri Bomb and also participating in whatever the two got into sometimes. Dating was a blast, but you had to keep it on the down-low. With him being a star came paparazzi, and he didn't want you mixed up in that mess.

"What do you wanna do tonight? Wanna watch Hellflix and chill?", Angel asks you.

"That sounds good, let's do it.", you agree and take out your hellphone. "Want take-out? I'll order something."

"Hell yeah! Can we get burritos?", he says and leans over to look at your phone.

"Sure Fluff-ti.", you say and scroll to look for your favorite burrito place.

What you two didn't notice was the demon following you since Angel got out of the club.

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Currently you both were "watching" a movie. Hours had passed since dinner and now it was just some time for the two of you, Fat Nuggets was asleep.

"Damn it Angel, you're too pretty for Hell.", you say in between kisses.

"Shouldn't I be doin' the sweet talkin'?", Angel asks, holding you closer.

Then there's an odd sound, making you pause.

"What was that?", you ask and look around.

"Probably the movie.", he says, pulling you for more.

There's another noise, like metal and you sit up, finding a light coming from the front door.

"What the hell? Why is the mail slot open?", you say and squint to figure out why.

A second later you jump up and cover yourself with a robe before rushing over to the door. Pulling it open, you Sparta kick a demon in a face and their back hits the wall across.

"Fuck off you creep!", you yell.

"Ack! You piece of shit! You broke my nose!", the demon cries out, holding their bleeding nose.

"I'll break more than that if you don't leave.", you threaten.

"No you would-", they start.

"One.", you start counting down. "Two.."

The demon scrambles getting up and runs down the alleyway.

"You ok hun?", Angel says from behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck and waist.

"I'm fine, but someone was looking through the mail slot.", you say and both of you head back inside, closing the door.

"I can't keep count how many times that's happened.", he says with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.

You make sure its locked and hug the spider demon, burying your face in his fluffy chest.

"Sounds like a nightmare.", your voice is muffled.

"Let's go back to bed.", he says with a certain tone.

Movie had finished a while ago.

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You know that invisible pressure you get when being watched? That feeling like someone is just around the corner or in the shadows?

Yeah, that's been going on for two weeks now.

Angel thought you meant the usual stares he got from others but then there were demons sitting in cars for hours across the apartment.

Feeling a hint of paranoia, you wrote down all the license plates of the cars that stayed a little too long or any that seemed to follow you when outside.

Eventually you start having a panic attack, working on autopilot when packing an emergency bag.

Angel finds you pacing.

"Hey, whoa! Calm down babe.", he stops you with a hug and rubs your back. "You're ok, you're ok.", he whispers.

"Three cars followed me today. They were recording.", you tell him, hands clutched onto his top. "I don't wanna go through that again. Not again-", you mutter, remembering being in a similar situation when you were alive.

"Shh, shh..", he holds you tighter. "Its ok."

He makes a call to Cherri to help out get rid of them.

But its too late as all hell breaks loose when an article with pictures of you and Angel comes out.

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Listening to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

Taglist@

@ducky-died-inside @c4rved-pumpk1n @stolas-thebirb

ML for Angel Dust🕸

[jae-is-confused]

Heyyyyy rn I'm questioning if I'm transmasc so I would loooooove if you could write a lil something with reader being Steve's transitioning lil brother who's hopelessly in love with will and us afraid will won't love them back bc they're not a bio boy<3 sorry if it's too specific 😭

Heyyyyy I would love to help a fella out! It took a male!reader fic for me to realize I was in fact not gender fluid, but trans masc, so enjoy and I hope this helps

Chosen Last

Will Byers x Ftm!Reader

Platonic/Romantic/Unspecified

Pronouns: He/Him

Summary: Steve has been telling you from day one to 'shoot your shot' with Will. But he doesn't understand how different it is for people like you. Especially for people like you.

"y/n you just have to be direct with him. Just say how you feel and see where it goes from there." Your older brother Steve said while slipping on his green work vest. You groan and fell backwards onto his bed.

"I'm sure Robin has already explained this to you but it's different for people like us. It's alot harder to find someone who is as chill about it as you. Let alone someone who also feels the same way!" You continued to complain while Steve stood in his bathroom messing around with his hair.

When you don't hear a response you lean your head up a little to peek into your brothers bathroom.

"Dude, you look fine! Will you just put down the Fara Fawcett spray and listen to me!" Steve sighs and leaves the bathroom, now heading for his bedroom door.

"I am listening and to me it just sounds like your making up excuses." You jump up from the bed and follow your brother when you start to hear his voice trail away.

"Well I have every right to if I don't want to be beat up! I'm not actually a guy you know." Steve is how standing by the front door as you run down the stairs. Steve turns to you just as you stop behind him.

"Do you really think Will of all people has the willpower to hurt you? Or anyone for that matter?" He raises his eyebrows at you and adds a small 'hm?' at the end.

"No, but Mike might." You lean against the wall as you watch Steve tie his shoes.

"Last I checked you were confessing to Will, not Mike." You brother laughs as he stands up. "But if you like both of them then I'm going to be concerned."

"Like you can say anything. You've dated probably every avalible girl in Hawkins and now after Nancy I haven't seen you sneak one girl in." You grin at Steve as his face goes blank. He grabs your hoodie and throws it at you.

"Get in the damn car..." You muffle your laughs as you put on your hoodie and step out the door, closing and locking it, before trailing behind Steve to his car.

You now stand leaning over the counter of the 'Family Video' store, Robin talking your ear off. You love Robin and you love to listen to her talk, but Steve was slacking so she was lonely and more talkative than usual.

You actually had a really nice conversation with her about what you should do about Will. She didn't have a lot of advice, her dealing with the same problem at the moment but you both came up with idea's. She was way more helpful that Steve.

At some point though you did have to go to school. It wss the last day before spring break and then it was off to Cali with Mike.

Yeah. That's why you were so worked up about someone who didn't even live here anymore. Because at 6am tomorrow you were getting on a flight with someone you were sure Will had a crush on to go see, well, your crush. So, awesome.

Anyways, you decided to walk to school and met up with Dustin and Mike outside by the doors. At some point after the assembly you broke off with them to hang out with Max. You met back up at lunch, talked about hellfire, blah blah- basically it was an eventful day.

In the end, after the game, you got picked up by Steve, grabbed your suitcases from home, and got dropped off at Mikes house. You decided to stay the night there so Nancy could drive the both of you to airport in the morning.

You stayed the night in Holly's room that night. Beleive it or not she was yor favorite Wheeler sibling. Things were weird with you and Nancy because of Steve and you and Mike just weren't that close anymore. You had a feeling Mike somehow knew about your feelings for Will and just never said anything.

So you spent most of your time at the Wheeler residence coloring and talking with Holly. After dinner you helped her pick out an outfit for tomorrow and set up a sleeping bag on the floor for you next to her bed.

In the morning Mrs. Wheeler woke You, Mike, and Nancy and soon enough you were all off to the airport. At this point you were so tired and scared that you only remember getting on the plane, falling asleep, and Mike nudging you awake as the plane landed.

Mike helped you grab your bags from above you and then walked away.

'Man he's eager' you make a face and quickly stumble down the aisle as someone pushes you as a sign to move.

Exiting the gate you walk next to Mike, who looks ridiculous by the way, and peer your head over the crowd of people also exiting the gate. Your nerves are high as you look for Will's face and specifically Will's face.

You see Mike next you also looking around, which seems to work out better for him, when he grabs your arm and points. You look and see an ecstatic El waving you and Mike down.

You smile as Mike waves back and runs over to her, colliding with her into a hug when they meet in the middle. You jog over to the small group that has formed with Mike and El at the very center. Everyone was hugging and saying hi, though it was awkwardly. You just stood there, un-noticed.

Ouch. You look over to Will when he gives Mike an awkward side hug. You frown when Mike quickly retreats back. You walk over to Will and tap him on the shoulder, making him turn around.

You watch as his face immediately lights up.

"y/n!" He pulls you into a gentle hug and you laugh at his eagerness.

"Hi Will. Whatcha got there?" You pull away from the hug to look at the rolled up paper in his hand. His mood noticably shifts as his face falls slightly.

"You don't have to tell me." You say, putting a hand on his shoulder. On the outside you were pretty calm but inside you felt like someone lit a fire in your stomache. You were so nervous you were afraid your hand would sweat through Will's shirt.

Will shook his head and smiled at you.

"No, it's okay. It's just something I made for Mike but he doesn't seem all that interested right now." Will turns his attention over to Mike who was getting tag checked by some dude you hadn't noticed before. You instantly respected him though.

You felt the small fire in your gut go out when you saw how Will looked at Mike. I think deep down you knew that Will probably wouldn't have a care in the world for your romantic feelings for him. All because of the straight boy he just so happened to fall for.

Everyone in the friend group knew you were born female and were kind of on edge when you came out as trans to them. It's one of the reasons you and Mike aren't that close anymore. But after that Will came up to you one day and pulled you aside.

He told you that he was questioning if he liked boys and you were so happy. But, not, at the same time, for obvious reasons. But you were there for him. Like he was there for you when you came out.

After introductions were done, the guy with long hair, who you now knew as Argyle, drove you all to a small diner. After, he and Jonathan dropped you all off at a Roller-Skating rink. It was apparently a place El went to alot. She brought up her supposed 'friends' alot too.

You guys skated for a while but the whole time you were watching Will. He kept looking at Mike and El while they skated. Hand in hand.

You skated up to Will and grabbed his hand. He looked at you and flinched a little. When he saw it was you he untensed a bit. You guys skated in silence, getting weird glares from other people in the rink. Nice to know you look somewhat masculine.

After a little you finally broke the silence.

"Ya'know, I always had a hunch you had feelings for Mike." You whisper. Will looks at you with wide eyes as you continue to look at your feet, your expression unchanging.

"I think the only reason I noticed is because you spent so much time looking at someone who doesn't care when I was the one looking at you. I guess it just irritates me how much you pine over Mike while he has head up in the clouds, surrounded by El." You feel the back of your throat dry up and you stop by the entrance of the rink.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink." Without looking at Will you step out of the rink and head over the the food counter. You get a bottle of water and go to sit in an empty booth.

You sit there and slowly sip at the bottle of water in your hand, just staring at the table. At this point you didn't feel like crying, you felt like screaming. You took Steve's advice and ended up walked away before you could get an answer. Stupid.

You put your forhead against the table and softly banged it a couple times. You sat there with your head down for a while, to be honest you lost track. At some point you felt someone sit next to you. They grabbed your hand and you instantly knew who it was.

You look up and see Will with a worried expression adorning his face. When he saw your face he smiled a little and leaned back in his seat.

"Your right, about Mike. And I've definitely accepted that fact. But I think I have yet to accept the fact he's dating and loves El. I-I made that painting in hopes that it would at least bring Mike attention to me and get us talking again. I don't even care about feelings at this point anymore. I just want us to be friends again." Will sqeezes your hand as he talks, I don't think he realizes until he looks down.

"And I'm sorry I didn't realize your feelings sooner. Now I feel like I'm doing to you what Mike was doing to me." He lets go of your hand moves away from you a little. "I don't know how long I've liked Mike, probably my whole childhood," You frown and Will realizes that probably didn't help.

"But that doesn't mean I still like him-I mean I do but I-" He groans and turn towards you in his seat. Your eyes were welling up, thinking the worse possible situations. "Y/n, I do like you. but I'm not completely over Mike. Far from it actually. But that doesn't mean I don't want to move on." He grabs your hand again and rubs it with his thumb, keeping eye contact the entire time, which is rare for Will.

"I know what it's like to be chosen last, and the last thing I want is for you to feel that way as well." The entire time Will was keeping eye contact you could feel how sincere he was. You knew that Will didn't didn't have the heart to break other peoples hearts. That just wasn't him.

Your eyes drift from Will's eyes and before you know it your pushing our own lips against his.

He doesn't fight it.

He kisses back.

Your eyes go wide as you pull back from the kiss.

"Will- oh geez, I am so sorry. You just explained to me that you needed time and I just kissed you-" Will laughs as he cups your jaw with one of his hands, cutting you off as he pulls your face into a gentle kiss. You instantly melt, his hand on your jaw as if you were made of glass. The kiss lasted for about 10 second before you both pulled away.

"It's okay y/n. And if it's ok with you, I'd like to go on a actual date while your still in town." You smile at Will and nodded, still in shock from the sudden kiss. You lean back a bit and grab your water bottle.

"Are kisses still on the table?" You asked slowly, still unsure about where you both stand on this situation.

"Believe me, I would love nothing more." Will said bashfully. You laughed and pulled him into another chaste kiss, him placing one on your forehead after.

"We'll take this slow."

HEY GUYS!!! It only took me forever but I finally got something posted. I had some stuff going on but I'm back momentarily. :D

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Can I request Yandere Shadow the hedgehog with a reader that’s really loud and optimistic? They don’t even realize their talking super loud until someone points it out. (Hopefullyididthisright-)

Yandere Shadow the Hedgehog: Bloody Margarita (Romantic Scenario)

TW: implied murder, blood, Shadow snapping someone's arm, alchohol, loud music(?) & bruises

A.N: You don't have to worry! you did it right. But I do state in my rules, which is my pinned post, that if a request doesn't specify if you want a platonic/romantic yandere or if you want the post to be either a scenario or headcanons, then I'd assume that you'd want me to pick which one.

"And that's how you ended up damaging the microwave?" The music blared like horns arising from cars, loud enough to be heard outside but thankfully muffled. Amy cackled at your story as you rocked back & forth on the chopped log like an impatient child bored. The cool, gentle breeze hits your face as you scrunched your nose with a large smile, feeling the warmth of the makeshift fire infront of you, laughing alongside the pink hedgehog. Shadow stands near the door to the fete inside feeling the vibrations of the music through the wooden walls, a cup in hand & lightly imbibing the beverage within it all the while watching over you converse with Amy.

"Yeah!" you snicker rocking backwards to where you seem like you're about to fall but then lean back forward, playing with the ends of your clothes. "The only reason I forgot to take the fork out was because I was too busy thinking about what seasoning to put on it. I still remember the smell of it, never again" you resume your rocking as you spare Shadow a brief glance before halting & turning around, giving the ultimate life form your full vigilance, "Hey Shadow, what are you doing back there being all gloomy for? Come sit with us! I'm sure Amy won't mind" you repeatedly pat on the log as if persuading the black & red hedgehog. Shadow lowers his drink, glancing between the cackling fire & you.

"I'll join you later..." Shadow lifts the cup once more & hold it upside down while shaking it, not witnessing a single drop fall before discarding it to the grass below him. "Oh, that reminds me. I should probably check on Rouge to make sure she isn't stealing anything from anyone. You wouldn't mind joining me, right?" Amy goes to lift herself off the log, adjusting her dress up a bit to be more presentable. "It's no worries. Hey Shadow! Do you wanna come inside with both of us? You can stick with me if you want" Shadow's cheeks turn a light pink as he fastens his gaze y the cup at his feet. With a hum & a nod, you & Amy step towards the door while Amy takes a deep breath preparing herself for the booming music inside.

Just one step into the domicile & you could already feel the hellacious vibrations that make everything feel like an earthquake, everyone bumped & collided with each other without care as some drink like animals that haven't drank anything in years. Amy turns to your direction & points to the stairs, indicating that she'll be looking for the jewel thief upstairs. With a nod & a thumbs up, you snag Shadows hand & your way to the kitchen on your right. Shadow's eyes widen momentarily, hoisting his free hand to his face in an endeavor to conceal the heat rising to his cheeks as he willingly permits you to take him to the kitchen.

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Leaning against a smooth marble counter with arms crossed & closed eyes, Shadow harks to you babble as you get him & yourself some grog. "But then he started mocking the dog which then caused it to jump over the fence & I've never seen him run so fast in my life! And then he jumped on some random car and-" Each word tumbled out of your mouth with no space to indicate where one phrase starts & the other ends.

The ultimate life form's ears perk up as he spares a glance at the entrance of the kitchen with the noise of coming footsteps, at the foot of the entrance was a jackal treading where you were as it grabbed a cup & waited for you to step back. "Do you want some too?" You snag the cup from the jackal's hand before it could answer as you pour some grog into the cup & hand it back, "Here you go! I'm Y/N, by the way"

Eyes staring back at you as you still hold the drink up, a faint smile forms alongside a chuckle. Shadow eyes the both of you coughing a bit to catch your attention. "Oh right! the drinks, here Shadow I'm sorry!" you hand the cup in front of the hedgehog, the scent of the drink strongly hitting his nose as the gleaming light above gave the drink the look moonlight shinning in water. "It's no problem, we should head upstairs to check on Amy and Rouge, wouldn't you agree?" "Yes! we should. Oh, I can bring the new guy with us! The more the merrier!" you flap your hands around in excitement like someone getting what they wanted for Christmas. Shadow shifts forward a bit as he stares at the person your talking of as the jackal rubs the back of his neck with its striped hand.

"I don't have to join if you don't want me too, I don't want to make anything..." he subtly swings the cup as one of his fingers tap on the cup in a consistent pattern, "Awkward, between you two" he then finally raises the cup & takes a big gulp while he licks his lips as to not let a drop go to waste. "What? nonsense! You won't cause any awkwardness between me & Shadow, right Shadow?" "Of course... Now, come on" Shadow strides to your position & sezies your hand as he jerks you with him to make your exit with your jackal friend following behind.

Taking a sip of his cup & places it on a nearby table, Shadow trudges through the crowded room as others grunt & stare at the ultimate life form. "Is he... always like this?" you attempt to halt but Shadow tugs you forward as you three get closer to the stairs, "Sometimes but he would never do anything to hurt me, trust me on that!" Each step felt ponderous, holding onto the railing feeling like each tug on your hand will cause you to fall down. When you finally reach the second floor, you witness that your jackal friend still has their cup as they take quick sip, letting some of the alcohol trickle down their chin & using their forearm like a napkin.

The black & red hedgehog releases your hand, eyeing all the doors visible in the corridor. Each door colored beige with some having marks as like pets clawing at them while some doors were left open. "I can check the doors on the left if you want, can you give me a description of who you're looking for?" Shadow doesn't spare the jackal a glance as you new friend takes a step back tapping his cup with his middle finger, eyeing it. "We're looking for our friends Amy and Rouge. Amy is a pink hedgehog! She's wearing a lovely pink dress with white dots scattered around the dress and has a pretty butterfly clip in her hair!" You seize your speech pointing at your head indicating the butterfly clip, Shadow takes a step standing next to you crossing his arms, "Rouge is a bat. She's in a jumpsuit where the chest is the shape of a heart, it's pretty hard to miss her" Shadow glares at the jackal like a captain staring down at a cabin boy. The jackal quietly huffs as he shifts his body, intimidated by the hedgehog's stern demeanor.

"Y-Yes sir!" He avoids eye contact as you head in the jackal's direction, "I'll look with him, I want to get to know him more, that's okay, right?" You rock yourself by your feet as you lay your hand against the wall, feeling the thrashing vibrations. "I guess that's okay...Don't get into trouble" "I promise! Thanks" you briskly rush towards the ultimate life form & engulf him in a hug, squeezing as tightly as you could before letting go. you snatch the jackal's arm & begin running down the corridor with him trying to prevail with your stride, leaving Shadow with one hand covering his lower face while the other rammed against the wall, nearly causing the pictures aligned the wall to collapse to the ground.

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"And I kept adding more in, but then Tail's said that it'd be too much so i said that I'll be fine and I'm sure that by the end I nearly cut off the circulation in my arms. But he was grateful nonetheless!" You knock on a door, "Hello! Rouge? Amy? You in there?!" waiting for some response & when none is received, you cautiously open the door & scan for any signs of your pink hedgehog & bat friend. "Hm, that's something. And why did he need all of that?" the Jackal closes a door & leans against the wall watching as you close your door & glance at him.

"He said he needed it to be able to make a transit on his monitors to make sure no virus can corrupt the files on a code his been working on which he said would be similar to the ADFGVX cipher!" "The AD-what now?" Your friends looks at you puzzled as you open another door but lights hit your eyes causing you to squint them a bit. "Someone forgot to turn off the lights, hehe" You swing the door wide open hoping to see one of your friends waiting inside but are only met with peculiarly vacant room. There were boxes mounted on one another as cups could be found in one corner of the space with the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. "Guess someone was already here?"

Tilting your head slightly, you enter the space with swift steps. Once you reach the corner of the room, you pick up one of the cups that was surprisingly still full, eyeing it like a curious child. The jackal hurriedly enters the room, peeking over your shoulder at the cup in hand. "It's still full?" "Yeah, could mean someone just left, meaning they might return for the drink!" You bob you arms faintly, making some of the grog fall from the cup & seep on the floor with little drops of cool liquid trickling down your hand.

"Oi! Someone in there?!" You nearly drop the cup you didn't fasten your grip on it. Turning in the direction of the entry, a lanky jackal blocked the door leaning on the doorframe eyeing both of you for movement like a predator waiting for its prey. "H-Hey, it's just me! And I have a friend here and we were just looking for someone...that's all" your friend utters raising his arms, the other jackal raises a brow before walking into the room circling the both of you.

He observes the cup in your grip & halts in front of you. "You gonna drink that?" "I don't know, is this not your drink?...Were you here before? Did you have your friends here? Is this one of your friend's drink-" Each word exuded from you was spoken quicker almost like a ramble. "Wow, slow down before you forget to breath. You know what? I couple of my buds are on their way here right now, wanna hang out with us for a while?" The mention of more company nearly has you bouncing as you beam at the tall jackal. "I don't see why not"

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The cluster of cups grew in the corner as you babble with a yellow fox. Whenever a new cup full of grog was being handed, you'd snatch some cups without delay & hand one to the your new companion. "I grabbed it and tried to run off but one of the employees saw me and started chasing me!" You motion your hands up & down like a baby bird trying to fly for the first time. "But then I dropped the shirt and the employee stopped chasing me and left, taking the shirt with them"

The fox giggles at you story, eyeing her cup before she guzzled it with some of the liquid seeping down her lips as your jackal friend hums while sipping his drink. She lifts her hand & cleans off the alcohol leaning a bit closer to you, "That's quite the silly story, isn't it?" you're hand patted the carpeted floor below you, it being a bit more velvetlike than you thought. "Yeah, and they sure are a hell of a chatterbox" The lanky jackal was perched infront of both of you with his head on his palm, tossing his cup across the room near another group drinking away. "Hey now, let them be..." your jackal friend avoids making eye contact with the taller jackal ahead of him. "Yeah, besides, I relish how chatty they are" She leans against you with her cup in front of you, practically persuading you to take a sip. She giggles at the jackal's irked look as her bracelets & earrings bounced with every slight motion.

The door swings open revealing a silver bird carrying a tray with more mugs. "I got us something real special" He marched around like a butler handing out the cups, he halts to the four of you. "Some Margarita's anyone?" kneeling down a bit, he pushes the tray lightly in front of you guys as the fox snags two of the cherry drinks, handing one over to you with a cheeky smile. "C'mon take it, I know you want to~" Her giggling in your direction provokes you to giggle as well as you delicately take the margarita from her hands as she grabs another one for your jackal friend.

"Thanks! This look really good, I've actually never had a margarita before so I'm excited!" You bring the mug mere inches from your face, taking in the scent of a sweet, juicy plum as you take a big gulp. You can taste a mixture of Tequila & lime juice, with a little hint of saltiness hit the back of your throat. While you pull the cup away from you, your fox friend collides her palm with your upper back, making you yelp from the sudden pain & momentarily cough as your grip of the cup fastens. "Well? Did you enjoy it?" She laughs taking long sips of her drink, letting some of it seep down her jaw.

"Oh, um...yeah it was pretty good" you rotate your shoulders a bit as if you had an itch that you couldn't reach. "Well look at that, for once you aren't yapping. That's a relief" The lanky jackal tilts his head up eyeing the ceiling as he swill his own grog.

♡♡♡

You jackal friend scoots away from his bony counterpart as the other jackal crushes his cup in his grasp with ire on his face. "But I grabbed his arm and told him that I didn't want him to end up arrested. Thankfully he listened and left them be" The doors swings open violently, nearly crashing into the wall as a black hedgehog with crimson red stripes stands at the entrance, it scans the room as all eyes were on it. Murmurs barely audible by the music outside the room as the hedgehog's gaze meets a certain group.

"Y/N?" It takes a step into the room, treading to your group seemingly scanning each one. "Shadow! I'm glad to see you again. I have to introduce you to my new buddies! She's particularly very funny" You flap your arms around excitedly while pointing at your new fox friend. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Shadow. They were just talking about you before you barged in" She lifts herself up from the carpeted floor & raises her hand to shake his, Shadow looks at her hand for a second before taking hold of it. "Pleasure to...meet you too" "Did you find Rouge or Amy yet? I'm sorry I forgot, I got absorbed chatting and- Oh! that reminds me of that one time I was hanging out with Amy and-" "SHUT IT"

Hand clashing against the wall as the tall jackal stomped to you as his nose scrunched up in rage. "You've been doing nothing but being loud! Do you know how obnoxious you sound?! I bet not, since no one ever seemed to have told you. Or maybe they have but you've been too busy being too loud to notice!"

A hand collides with you cheek harshly before you could process what he told you. As you crash to the floor, Shadow rushes towards the lanky jackal & seizes his arm as he shudder with wrath. Your jackal friend kneels to your side, hands moving around not knowing what to do all the while the fox witnesses Shadow's infuriated expressions towards the taller jackal, frozen in place like a deer in headlights.

The jackal seeks to get away from the ultimate life form but Shadow's grip on his arm fastens. "You hit them..." Shadow kicks the jackal with his knee on the jackal's stomach, making the him drop to the floor with a loud thud. Shadow's grasp on his arm never losing its intense hold, his free hand resting on top of the jackal's upper arm. "How dare you!"

SNAP!

Roaring screeches emit from the jackal as he throws his head back in anguish & the fox as she scurries away backwards, not caring about bumping into others at the moment. warm blood damps Shadow's hands still not letting grip loosen while more shrieks of horror fill the space. Others drop their cups & make a break to the door while others cower in the corners fearing they're next.

"Shadow...!" You hold onto your jackal friend as he shakes in fear of what he just witnessed. Shadow turns his head to the two of you & he finally releases the others broken arm as the jackal turns to his side & winces in agony feeling his blood seep through his fingers.

Shadow, in an instant, is by your side checking you for any injuries. If the urge to murder the jackal hasn't crossed his mind then, then it did now staring at the bright red mark with a purple blemish forming on the spot as tears threaten to fall down your cheeks. Shadow remains static eyeing the mark that jackal made. "He'll pay..." Shadow abruptly stands up once more, fingers twitching from the growing ire within him. "I'll make him pay...!"

Shadow dashes to the jackal & vigorously grasps his bloodstained arm disregarding his wails of agony as he drags the jackal out the room. Even when the outside music blares through the walls, silence is all that's heard within everyone. Your jackal friend attempts to get you up on your feet with a weak sympathetic smile. "I-I'm sure it'll be okay. C'mon, let's go to the kitchen & get you an ice pack, yeah?" he softly leads you out the room holding you arm as if you'd collapse to the ground. "Yeah, that'd be nice. Thank you"

As you both step in the kitchen, your jackal friend looks at Shadow as he notices the black hedgehog's eyes were full of ire & seeing as he was taking the jackal outside from everyone's view, he had an sense of what the jackals fate would be.

[prianya]

May I request some romantic Doc fluff 👉👈 just anything that comes to mind is fine!

Concerto

Doc x Reader ▪︎ Romantic

Word Count ▪︎ 703 words

Summary ▪︎ It had taken you a while, but you're ready to give the performance of your life.

Note ▪︎ It has a little angst, but it is fluffy in the end. I was really feeling music at the time I wrote this, and I wanted to do something with an instrument I'm familiar with! I have my own violin, and it's a beautiful white color from the wood stain.

It had taken you a few years to learn how to play the violin. Your passion is what kept you going, and helped you strive to be better. A few months after you joined Hermitcraft, your mother, the person who had supported you and taught you violin, had died. It had hurt you incredibly, and you put away your violin for what you thought to be for good. Without her, it just felt like your music held no passion, it was flat. You had been hesitant to play for the hermits, worried that your music would still sound empty, even after the years it's been since you started playing again. You still felt disconnected from it, like it was something you couldn't grasp. In preparation for this performance, you had practiced for hours upon hours, frustration building when you couldn't hit one note just right. You had almost quit, the idea of failure within your own standards daunting. The person who was there for you, even if he couldn't play the violin himself, was Doc. He had listened, and supported you through the process of healing in your music, and you couldn't be more greatful.

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Your performance started in a few minutes, and you were practically shaking with the anxiety. The case of your violin was sat on a bench, the latches popped open. You pick up the instrument, the maple wood shining from its finish. It's scratched in a few places, well-loved from years of use. It only takes you a moment to decide that, yes, you are ready, and you take your place on the stage.

You lift your chin, setting the rest of the violin on your shoulder. You adjust it, setting down your chin and waiting for your cue. Your eyes find Doc's, and you take a deep breath. You begin to play, notes flowing beautifully as you get lost in the music. The hermits watch, enraptured by the way you seem to get lost in your music. The violin trills, jumping higher and higher in notes until the music reach its crescendo, lulling down into softer notes.

You play for what seems like hours, when it's been mere minutes. The music guides you, and you find yourself going off page. The notes on the sheet infront of you are lost to the music. You let the notes guide you, playing what feels right and extending your performance. Doc smiles with pride, knowing how far you had come in confidence, and that your connection to your music was stronger than ever.

With a beautiful flourish, you finished your piece. There was a moment of silence where you held your eyes shut, not able to face the people in front of you. Suddenly, there was applause. You opened your eyes slowly, and you're met with the bright smiles of your friends.

"That was amazing!" Pearl tells you, holding your hands in hers after you get off of the makeshift stage.

"Yea, you're great at this! Where did you learn how to play like that?" For the first time in a while, the question doesn't make you flinch.

"My mom, she taught me when I was younger," You tell them, a soft smile on your face. You talk with them about your mother for a while, until you're pulled away.

"You did so wonderful," Doc tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You melt at the kind words, wrapping your arms around him in a loose hug.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me," you reply, content to stay where you are. If you could capture this moment and hang it on the wall, you would. As if reading your mind, a camera shutter goes off. You turn to see who had taken the picture, and Ren smirks from behind the lens of a camera.

"Thought you would want a picture," he calls, waving the Polaroid in the air to develop it. You take the picture from his hand, and smile when you see the developed image. You and Doc stand next to a tree, arms wrapped around eachother and a soft smile on each of your faces. As you look at the moment frozen in time, you decide that it's perfect.

[prinxejeanne]

requests you say ?? hmmmmmmmmmm

how about some anti angst my dear?? bring on the tears. i dare ya /lh

congrats on all your well deserved followers <<33

This took WAY too long- I'm so sorry about that, dude :<

This also ended up being hurt/comfort because I need my softness >:)

[[Angsty Antisepticeye drabble, could be interpreted as an x reader if you squint?? There's not really anything romantic though, the reader's just comforting him while he's having a hard time.]]

[[Warnings: Self-deprication, blood, brief mentions of violence, reader is comforting someone who doesn't know how to accept help from others 👁👁 (a.k.a. me /hj) . ]]

You weren't very close with Anti- to be honest, you were kind of annoyed by the guy. He was always making some kind of lewd joke, always getting into fights with people, always talking about how much he hated your friends... The only reason you interacted with him was because he lived in the same house as Chase, and you were pretty close with the divorced dad.

So when you walked into house to the sound of muffled wailing coming from the bathroom, you were... surprised, to say the least.

Chase wasn't home, and this wasn't the kind of place someone would normally break into, so you knew immediately that it was Anti.

That, and the auditory distortions helped you figure it out.

You peeked through the open door to find the glitching demon curled up into a fetal position on the floor. "Uh- you good?" you asked, causing Anti to jump up and scramble away from the door.

It had a thin gash along one cheek, and his nose was bleeding pretty heavily.

"Holy shit, Anti! What happened?" you asked, hastily looking in your bag for something to stop the bleeding.

"Fucking... got my ass beat," he muttered, wiping the tears from his face and smearing the blood along with it.

You found some cotton balls and stuffed them into Anti's bleeding nostril, causing a grumble of annoyance from the other.

"With who? The Russian mafia or some shit?"

You got a hand towel wet with the bathroom faucet, moving to dab off the blood that was already smeared over the glitch's face.

"Dark," he replied bluntly, trying to move away from the towel and growling a bit, like a territorial stray cat.

"Well, I don't know who the hell that is, but they need to learn how to control themselves," you muttered, gripping his jaw to hold his head in place as you cleaned off his face. The demon paused for a moment, a shocked look on its face. You squinted your eyes at him. "What's with the look you're giving me?"

"Nothing, I just- you don't know who Dark is?" he replied, dumbfounded. "How?"

"Never met them," you muttered. "Are they a demon too?"

Anti grunted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," it muttered. "Dark's a mirror-bound demon. I'm a computer-bound demon."

You nodded, not entirely paying attention as you found some rubbing alcohol and poured it onto a clean part of the towel. "This is gonna sting," you warned, before gently pressing the towel to the cut on Anti's face.

He winced, moving away for a moment before begrudgingly letting you disinfect the cut.

"So, why'd you get in a fight with Dark?" you asked, concerned by how reluctant Anti was to accept your help.

"Dunno... thought I could beat them this time," he said quietly, glaring at the wall. "I'm fucking stupid, is what it is."

You paused for a moment, even more concerned now.

"What do you mean? You're stupid for losing a fight?" you asked.

"No, I'm stupid for initiating a fight with the goody two-shoes. Dark beats me at everything- fighting, socializing, looks... they're way better than a random shithead like me."

"Woah, wait a minute- cool it with the self-deprication," you interjected, causing Anti to roll his eyes again. "The more you talk like that, the worse you'll feel."

At this, Anti sniffles and started crying again. You paused, mentally cursing at yourself for being so brash.

"What I meant is... you're better than you give yourself credit for," you explain. "Maybe you have flaws, but I'm sure Dark has some too!"

It crossed his arms, hugging his knees to his chest and huffing. "Well it definitely doesn't seem like it," he muttered spitefully.

"Well, they basically made your brains bleed out through your nose after already proving that they could beat you in a fight," you reply. "That seems like a flaw to me."

Anti was silent for a moment, letting you put a small bandaid on his face.

"...I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," you teased, causing the demon to roll its eyes. "There- you're all better now."

Anti raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.

"Aren't you gonna kiss it better?" he asked, chuckling smugly.

"Yeah, eat shit," you retort, causing a chuckle from the both of you.

"And, uh- thank you," he adds awkwardly, clearly unused to thanking someone. You grin.

"Don't worry about it, glitch bitch."

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

--

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

--

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

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summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello! I'm in love with the way you write c! Ranboo like hsgsj- amazing! So I would like a request Yandare c! Ranboo and tubbo with a soft reader that is oblivious on how they act twords them but loves them unconditionaly (just fluff please maybe maybe put a Micheal seen in there as well because Micheal is the best character 😌)

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo

It was very common for you to see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, you only saw a bunch of purple particles drifting slowly towards the earth due to gravity. You just assumed there were quite a few endermen still hanging around Snowchester, or some of the goats had come down from the mountains when you saw small little horns peeking out from behind bushes.

There were a couple times a day where you accidentally and very conveniently bumped into Ranboo out in the crater of L'Manberg or Tubbo when walking around Snowchester. It honestly was funny to you that you always seemed to bump into them when you were feeling sad or lonely. Plus, after talking to them and spending time with them, your problems almost magically seemed to disappear!

Such as, there was one time when you were helping clean up the red vines around buildings and Fundy was nagging at you for being so slow or bad at doing everything. After storming away and ranting to Ranboo about it on the verge of tears, Fundy practically scrambled up to you the next day shaking and almost crying, apologizing for every single thing he's ever said or done.

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

Tubbo and Ranboo had heard about it through your sobs when you called them, saying you had no clue what to do anymore. They had arrived at your side in almost minutes and quickly helped you pack and move everything to the mansion.

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

You blinked in surprise at the new title but didn't question it much, assuming it was simply just a title. Unbeknownst to you, your two best friends already thought you were part of their platonic relationship, despite you never agreeing nor denying, or them even asking.

It took a few days, but the zombie piglin warmed up to you and practically saw you as another one of his parents, which made Ranboo and Tubbo extremely happy. Instead of placing you into one of the regular rooms, they had Foolish turn the basement into two heavily secured rooms a few days before your house had been destroyed, strangely enough, and even designed one perfectly to your liking!

After washing the fruits you had, you walked towards the bookshelf and pulled on the fake book that caused the shelf to swing open. You walked down the quartz stairs after shutting the hidden door, then made your way up to one of the two doors with a pink sign with 'Michael' written in yellow cursive paint. Punching in the code, the iron door slid open and you stepped in before closing it behind you.

A loud cooing grunt was heard and the sound of quiet tapping echoed through the room before a pair of arms wrapped around your leg. "Hello, Michael." You giggled softly as Michael made grabbing hands up towards the bowl of fruit. Placing it down on the table, the child eagerly ran over and began munching on the food as you brushed over the books on the shelves to find one you haven't read to Michael before. "What about... The story of Persephone?"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"Guess I did read that one... Hm... Oh! What about the story of Icarus?" This time his response was a happy squeak and tippy taps of his hooves against the warm quartz floors. You sat down in the rocking chair and waited until the child scrambled over and jumped into your lap.

You opened the book and began reading to him for an hour until your eyes slowly slid shut to the quiet snores of the child of your two best friends, who at this point was beginning to see you as a mother.

Quiet 'meh' sounds and 'vrrr'ing noises and a dim flash woke you up from your spot in the rocking chair. Cracking open your eyes, your arms shifted around the nether hybrid as you saw Tubbo holding a camera making happy bleating noises, while Ranboo, who was the source of the buzzing noises, took the book you had been reading from your limp hand to put it back on the shelf.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

"It's about 5:30pm. Still rather early. Tubbo walked over and gave you a gentle yet affectionate headbutt while he scooped Michael up from your lap to bring him to bed. This caused an odd whining noise to come from the enderman hybrid before he quickly walked over and rested his forehead against yours, resting it there for a few moments before pulling back, his cheeks flushed the same colours as his eyes.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offense, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

Tubbo and Ranboo weren't big fans of you leaving the basement on your own, and you were rarely allowed to leave the mansion even with the two boys at your sides. The former president told you it was because he heard rumours of Technoblade searching around for all the members of his cabinet back when he was in charge of L'Manberg, and he just wanted to protect you.

You saw no problems with his story as it was extremely believable. Your history with Technoblade hadn't been the cleanest and he would've definitely taken one of your canon lives back during the attack on L'Manberg, had a stray black and white firework not saved you that day. It had fired off and must've swerved a way that wasn't predicted, because it hit Technoblade hard enough in the chest to knock him away from you.

You don't remember much of that day, except for Ranboo immediately running over to you and dragging you away from the destruction and chaos. Thanks to him, you were almost completely scar free and standing proudly at three canons lives.

A gentle hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you saw two sets of eyes staring at you with concern. "Hey... Are you feeling okay?" Ranboo asked softly, tilting your head up to place his free hand against your forehead, "See. I told you she should be getting more sunlight, Tubbo!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

Angered growling and seething noises came from Ranboo and Tubbo as you felt their grasps tighten around your hands, almost to a painful degree. You looked up and saw their expressions stone-cold and steely although vastly different from each other.

Ranboo's green eye was purple, and the black tone of his skin was beginning to seep into the side with the lack of colour. The corners of his mouth were slowly splitting open wider and wider as his lips parted, allowing you to see the glowing purple colour inside his mouth.

Tubbo's was less obvious. His eyes were blank but also had a bright fire, one burning for revenge, reflected in them. His ears weren't flicking and neither was his tail, his entire body stiff except for a faint sound giving away the fact that his teeth were grinding together.

As much as you tried to endure it, the grip became too harsh and you couldn't help but give a small pained gasp. This caused all physical contact with you to suddenly vanish as the two boys immediately flung themselves away from you, horror and fear in their eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

They were both kneeling on the ground in front of you with both of your hands in their grasps again. They repeatedly turned your hands in their own, testing the joints and checking for marks or bruising. "Boys, boys!" You laughed softly, placing your hands on their heads to ruffle their hair gently. You pulled your left hand adorned with two beautiful rings and held it up for them to see, flexing it and moving it around, "See? Perfectly fine. No pain whatsoever!"

While they seemed to have calmed down a lot, they still seemed to be extremely upset and guilty. "I'm still going to get an ice pack... We don't want our wife to be injured..." Tubbo murmured as he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I will get started on dinner. And as an apology, I'm making your favourite. (F/f)." Ranboo tried to be a little more upbeat than Tubbo, but you could still see the small amounts of guilt as he turned and followed after the goat hybrid.

Sighing softly at their overreactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

You quickly flung yourself forward again and looked at your left hand. On your ring finger were two diamond rings, one gold with a green gemstone, and the other silver with a black gemstone, both glistening a faint purple from enchantments...

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

[im-a-gaymess]

How do I tell him?

Young!Tom Riddle x Male Reader.

7th Year.

Angsty Fluff? Contains suggestive/smut scenes.

Slight mention of violence (Just Tom wanting to punch the stupid out of people).

Summary: You and Tom are in love with each other, always were, though you only realize it after ending a pretty toxic relationship.

Word Count: 1786

A/N: I thought of this while listening to Strawberries & Cigarettes thought I'd share

[1:42 AM]

"Look, I'm not saying that I want their attention 24/7, it's just that, well, they don't ever try to make time for me. Even when I need them, they're never here. But I'm expected to be there for them at all times. I'm just so tired of it. I don't know what to do anymore." You sighed, lowering your head as your eyes wander around the ground.

You've lost sense of time, place even. Only once you stopped to take a breath did you note how late it became. As you raised your head you saw how dark it really was there. The clouds over the stars making their light nearly non existent, and the moon half hidden behind some trees.

And as your eyes travel all over the quiet, dark yet beautiful sky, Tom's attention is strictly fixed on you.

If only you knew how much that man felt at the moment. Really, he was almost overwhelmed with the amount of different emotions.

For one, how badly he wanted to punch your partner for how deeply they hurt you. He knew, from your previous vents, that there was so much more than them just having no time that bothered you. He wanted to make them cry out apologies with regret guilt for how they made you feel.

But also, he couldn't help but feel the need to hold you, keep you close to him, tell you how everything's going to be alright. How all he wants to do is protect you from all of the world's evil, to keep you from anything that could cause you harm.

Without you even noticing, Tom gently put his hand over yours, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand. How can someone be so,, so endearing,, so loveable and be treated this way? How could someone ever look at him and want to use him? he thought, not brave enough to bring himself to tell you what he truly thinks of you.

"You know you deserve better, right, my love?" he asked, and you, all too familiar with the pet name reply with a little smile. "Would you be surprised if I said yes?" you chuckled, turning to face him, the sight of the boy in front of you making your smile grow a little bigger, causing the other to look at you with loving eyes.

"I still love them, though, I don't even know why, but I do. I still hope they're going to change, even when I know they won't" you continued, a short, awkward laugh leaving your lips.

"Believe me, sweetheart, I know exactly how that feels." he smiled at you, gently stroking your face with his free hand as the two of you continued to talk about everything, and anything, enjoying the company you gave each other.

[Following day, 4:27 PM]

Who knew that drawing in the library's restricted section would be so relaxing? Sketching animals, book covers, objects and even some random fellow housemates. It wasn't so bad, right?

But let's be honest, you were only using it as a means of distraction, trying to get yourself to forget about the fact that you're going to break up with your s/o. You don't even know how Tom managed to convince you.

Of course, it's for the best, you know that. Doesn't change the fact that you feel so damn guilty about it. I mean, why do you even? It's not like they value you, it's not like they won't have other people lined up to take their bullshit right the moment you decide to leave.

Okay, that's it. You're doing it, you're definitely doing it. You mumbled to yourself. After, of course, another art session in your little distraction place.

[5:54 PM]

What's the worst that can happen if I confess? I mean, it's not like the world would end, not like the world would explode and I'd be buried underneath layers of rock and lava.

You had him feeling something he's never even imagined he'd feel; he was nervous. His forehead full of sweat, causing his hair to stick on to him. What are you putting him through?

Friendship...That's all I am to him. I'm just a friend to [Y/N]. He only sees me as a friend. Nothing more than that. Maybe I shouldn't. I probably shouldn't.

[6:11 PM]

To his surprise, Tom heard a knock on his door. He most definitely wasn't in the mood to see, yet even talk to anyone.

"Tommy? My love, are you in there?" You questioned quite loudly, making sure to be heard from across the wall.

That petname, you have no idea what it made him want to do. Did he want to have you underneath him, touch every little bit of your body? Did he want to show you that you're his? Hear you whine and beg for him to kiss you; and so, so much more than you could imagine.

It's not the time to get lost in such sinister thoughts, Tom, he mumbled to himself, finally walking over the room to let you in.

"Hello, darli―" before he could finish, you rushed into his arms. Wrapping your hands around your friend's waist as your head rested under his own. "I missed you all day, dummie" you spoke quietly, finally happy to spend time with him.

He was quite surprised to say the least, you weren't the type to enjoy going for any type of physical affection of any type, unless it was under certain circumstances. Especially the hug being so long.

He wasn't complaining, he adored it, but he couldn't help but worry. Was something wrong? Were you hurt?

"Love, as much as I enjoy moments like this, is there anything you need to tell me? Should I kick anyone's arse?" he raised his brow, looking down at you.

You shook your head, never letting go of the taller man, a smile appearing on your face. How cute he is when he's worried, you thought.

That's pretty much how the rest of the day night went. The two of you in each other's embrace, spending it in utter silence, just glad to be in your own little world together.

You told him, before going back to your dorm, about how you finally broke up with that douchebag, and was your man proud.

The couple next days, weeks even, went by quickly. You and Tom would hang by the library after classes to complete and give help with what the other might have been stuck on.

Tom walks towards you, so dangerously close, you can practically feel his lips on yours. A hand's glued on the wall next to you, right above your head. Your body pressed against a door, his knee right in between your legs, brushing against your crotch. His other hand pulling you closer by your waist, soon planting kisses all over your jaw and neck. You can't help but melt into his touch, his lips- you just want more, more of him.

You gasp, practically jumping up your bed. It was only a dream, wasn't it you thought, sighed in slight disappointment. You wouldn't like to admit it to yourself, but you've been thinking about Tom in a certain way lately.

That only made things worse for you. Because according to you, he would never see you that way. Because the way you saw it, Tom only ever thought of you as a friend.

And so thought he. He was just as disappointed every time he'd dream of the two of you being intimate, romantically, sexually, it didn't matter. He was just as devastated when he woke up. Always went back to sleep hoping those wonderful dreams would go on.

Both of you had a few dreams like those. Some were a whole lot sweeter. Dates together, just the two of you softly making out with the sound of classical music in the background. All of this causing the two of you a bittersweet feeling, thinking that all of this was just hopeless dreams, impossible to come true.

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Starry night, you and him, the lake, the full moon shining bright. There's nothing that could ruin this delightful night. It feels like a dream, so much that you even question the reality of what's going on.

"Is this...real?" you ask Tom, not taking your eyes off the sky you so dearly loved. He raised a brow at you, looking at you in a clearly confused expression.

"If it wasn't, we'd be doing more than just stargazing, love" he chuckled, really hoping you'd take it as a joke.

"What would we be doing then, darling?" you question once again, mocking the way he calls you petnames while at it, a visibly evil smile painted on your face.

Tom takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, turning to face his pretty boy. "Do you really want to know, [Y/N]?"

The usage of your name kind of, just a little bit, frightened you. Not in a necessarily bad way, more like in a 'I have no idea what to expect next' way.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he smirked at you, feeling oddly confident, though your silence and shocked face slowly faded. He was about to mutter apologies 'till you let out a mumble. "I'd like that" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that, my prince? Would you kindly repeat that for me?" he told you with a straight face, making you wonder if he truly didn't hear you. If only you knew the amount of pride he felt at that moment, barely four words and his mind wandering to so, so many things he knew the both of you would like.

The shade of your cheeks changed a bit, was it from embarrassment? Or from the idea that he may actually like you back. Either way, you did repeat what you had told him, blushing even harder as there was an ever-growing smile on your face.

Soon enough, Tom sat up, leaned against a tree nearby. Motioning on his lap, he asked you to sit there, and happily you did.

You've never seen him smile like that. He looked at you like you're the only person in the world. His hands firmly on your cheeks, slowly pulling you in.

Your arms instinctively went around his neck, tilting your head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Once you pulled away to take a breath, his hands rested on your lower waist, his eyes staring at you lovingly as they always did.

"You know I'm no good with words." you looked at him exactly the way he was looking at you; you were truly each other's everything. "I know, my prince" his hand wandered around his loverboy's hair, soon pulling him in yet another kiss.

He knew he loved you, and now he was sure you loved him too. Only thing is, he wasn't sure how to ask you to take over the world with him, but for now, he was happy with what you had, and so were you.