#platontic reader

[saxonilla]

goofy ahhh crack fic my brain came up w randomly.

(also uhhhhhh lots of spelling mistakes am writing this on phone also posted on ao3)

Dwalin is currently escorting the new arrivals to Erebor-something boring and inconsequencial to me (of course).However today 

Dis (the mother of the two princes and only female mentioned by Tolkien)arrives.

“Hello!You must be Dis,a pleasure to meet you,your majesty!This wonderful elf next to me is your future daughter-“

Kili looks at me making very prominent eye contact.

“Or in other words she wants to fuck your son.”

The couple exchange a look.Tauriel clammy hands reach out making a cutting hand motion;spurring me on.

“My apologies your son has already been fucked.”

Kili,ever the expressive dwaf,turns into a lovely shade of maroon throughout this conversation.Several beads of sweat gather on Tauriel’s brow,her eye only ever so slightly twitching.All throughout this conversation Dwalin keeps his expression calm and schooled.

“Uhhhhhh..they- are in the process of being fucked..?”

Dwalin’s lips quirk up trying to suppress his emotions (like he usually does).And Kili…well he-

actually I’m not even going to try to describe him.

-Tauriel also looks consipated to say the least.

I grasp Dis hands and look her in the eye (they seem obtusely clear like a clear blue sky before a typhoon),

“Allow me to defuse this situation by slowly exiting this conversation”

-I say with the same revery of a priest enciting a new marriage.

I then turn and run-abandoning my entourage from the mess they have created.

[just-some-user-hunny]

When Daemon puts his daughter in timeout, he has Caraxes flop his giant oversized cat head on top of the reader so that they're pinned. She'd be so annoyed, kicking her legs and shrieking at her dad, and Caraxes is contently purring and whistling because he loves her 😭

Dad award of the year does not go to Daemon Targaryen.

[penvisions]

return the favor {{masterlist}}

Fandom: The Last of Us (TLOU), will mostly follow the timeline and events of the HBO show, but will pull lore and tidbits from the games as well!

Pairing: Post-Outbreak! Joel Miller x Smuggler! Reader

Summary: With a past as rich as anyone in the times after the Outbreak, you find your medical and survival skills to be a valuable asset. You were dropping off some medical supplies that FEDRA was willing to pay big for when you got tangled up in a mission that involves a teenager with a mouth almost as smart as yours and gruff older man whose graying curls were his only redeeming quality. But the longer you traveled with them and the more that happened out in the open land of what once was, the more you find yourself connecting with them and wanting to protect them both at any cost.

Word Count: 151k - completed

Warnings: canon typical language, canon typical violence, canon typical gore, description of injuries, description of anxiety, symptoms of anxiety, tense situations, sexual content, sexual propositions, smut, p in v, unprotected p in v (pls don’t do this w/o previous communication w/ your partner), joel’s emotionally constipated 

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5  

chapter 6 || chapter 7 || chapter 8 || chapter 9 || chapter 10

chapter 11 || chapter 12 || chapter 13 || chapter 14 || chapter 15 

chapter 16 || chapter 17 || chapter 18 || chapter 19 || chapter 20

chapter 21 || chapter 22 || chapter 23 || chapter 24 || chapter 25

chapter 26 || epilogue

[deaf-solitude]

can i request platonic frenchie&reader where they run scams or heists together? reader can be g/n!

(A/N: Of course! :D So sorry for the delay, I’ve been dealing with a lot these past months and trying to get out of writer's block. I may have gotten… a little off topic and carried away but I meannnn… I had a vision and I ran with it. I hope it didn't come off as romantic due to some dance scenes. Hope you enjoy! <3 (also season 2 RAHHHHHH!!! I’m staying up to date with the episodes as soon as they come out, so feel free to submit requests for season 2 stuff as well!) also this starts in third person, but is written in 2nd person afterwards!)

Pairing: Platonic Frenchie x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: None (aside from rich people ugh). Very fluffy :]

Summary: You and Frenchie snuck into a fancy party to rob some rich people, as one does. The night was going so very smoothly, and you both racked up quite the haul for the night. A bit of trouble arose as you were trying to leave, but there's nothing you can't... dance your way out of?

“Hey, get back here!” A voice shouted from somewhere in the crowded ballroom, but it was only met with giggles and hushed exclamations as two figures rushed away from the fancy Englishman. A few other posh citizens were shoved to the side as they ran, causing them to let out offended gasps and surprised shouts, but that didn’t deter the pair from making their getaway.

“Go, go, go!” One of the two encouraged, pushing the man in front of them around a corner to get away from any pursuers they may have picked up. The two yelped as they turned the corner, coming face to face with a taller, burlier man. He… did not look pleased. The thief behind their male counterpart suddenly launched forward, grabbing his hand and dragging him down another hallway. He stumbled slightly from the abrupt movement, but quickly regained his footing and kept pace with them.

They could hear the larger man giving chase behind them, spurring them to run faster. Through many narrow hallways and past many closed doors (which they didn’t dare test to see if any of them were locked or not), the two finally saw a break as they turned a corner: an ajar door. They charged through the doorway and nearly crashed into the wall opposing it, but scrambled to quietly shut the door behind them anyway. The space was small, almost too small for the both of them, and they were forced to painfully squish together.

They covered each other’s mouths with their hands as they heard the hurried footsteps of their pursuer, lying in wait as they approached and then passed their hiding place. They could hear each other's racing heartbeats in their ears from the close proximity, waiting at least a minute more before even considering moving. Slowly, they exchanged wide-eyed glances before breaking down into quiet laughter.

“Up top!” You exclaimed through laboured breaths, struggling to free your arm before holding one of your hands up toward Frenchie. He grinned and enthusiastically gave you a high five, doing a little fist pump right after. You giggled quietly at his action, covering your mouth with your hand. 

“You got the goods?” Frenchie questioned eagerly, to which you procured a decent sized pouch from behind your back, its contents jingling around as it moved. 

“I sure do,” you responded with a mischievous grin, shaking the pouch slightly before tucking it back behind your back, straightening up a bit–or, as much as you could in the small space. “Now let’s get the fuck outta here, yeah?” You proposed, gesturing the best you could to the small closet the two of you were still standing in.

Frenchie nodded, “right, right.” He leaned forwards to slowly open the closet door, carefully peeking his head out to scan the hallway. Empty. He withdrew his head and gave you a thumbs up, indicating the coast was clear, before shoving his hands in the small, intricate satchel tied around his waist, trying to look for something. He fished out two masquerade-esque masks with a flourish a few moments later, the masks similar to the ones some of the other guests were wearing, but a little more crude due to the materials Frenchie had on hand when making them. “Our disguises,” he announced, handing the one over to you that matched your outfit’s theme and colours.

“Oooo, very nice,” you complimented, taking the mask offered to you gently. It covered a little more of your face than a normal mask would, and yours had some beautiful feathers fanning out from one side, no doubt stolen from that rich man’s ship that Blackbeard’s crew had raided earlier. “You sure these masks will be enough to stop people from recognizing us? Or rather, the blokes that were chasing us earlier?” You questioned as you fastened the mask to your face, adjusting the string holding it in place so it wouldn’t slip.

“Oh yeah, a hundred percent. We’ll be out of here in no time.” Frenchie reassured, waving a dismissing hand at you as he fumbled to put his own mask on. You nodded at Frenchie’s words, choosing to believe him rather than fret over the fact that the masks would definitely not conceal your identities well enough, but you supposed you would cross that bridge when you got to it.

Within a few more moments, you were both ready to go, checking that the hallway was clear once more before exiting the cramped closet. You made quick work of navigating the halls the two of you had just been running down, making your way back to the main area. There was only one problem that stood between you and your escape: you had to make your way back through the crowded ballroom, where you had both stolen several valuables from several different people. You found yourself standing in front of that very room before long, pausing in one of the extravagant arches that led into it. It was still as packed as ever, and the band set up in the corner of the room were still playing their baroque music.

“Ugh, this is going to be terrible,” Frenchie groaned, already shivering in discomfort from the thought of having to get through this room in a non suspicious manner, which most likely called for some interaction with these upper class snobs. You also found yourself shuffling your feet anxiously, your mind already jumping to find other solutions. 

“Uh, maybe there’s a way around…?” You had begun to move away from the busy room when suddenly you were taken by the arm and pulled in another direction. Your head snapped to the side to see a posh Englishwoman had hooked her arm with yours, a tight smile on her face. “Oh, darling, I love the embroidery on your outfit! Wherever did you get it?” She gawked, eyeing you –an unsuspected thief– up and down.

You were quick to put up a bashful facade, giving the woman a coy smile in return, but you couldn’t shake the nervous twinge in your body language. “Ah, this old thing?” You waved a hand at her, straightening up a bit, “I’m afraid it’s handmade by a friend of mine, a gift to me. They don’t take clients, unfortunately.” Of course, you were lying through your teeth: this ‘friend’ of yours was actually that wealthy man that had been robbed earlier that day, who had an odd amount of fancy outfits aboard his ship. He was dead now, courtesy of Izzy. You supposed the outfit counted as a gift, along with the feathers adorning your mask.

“Oh, please, you must put in a good word for me! Their work is simply exquisite!” The woman pleaded, holding both of your arms now. You chuckled nervously, trying to wrench yourself from the woman’s uncomfortably tight hold.

“Of course, of course! I’ll be, uh, sure to do that!” You responded hastily, your gaze flicking to the side to meet Frenchie’s, but instead found that he was missing from where you were just standing next to him. Your eyes widened in panic, beginning to search the rest of the room for your companion. Luckily, it didn’t take long for you to catch a glimpse of him again, the poor man also being dragged away and crowded around by some posh couple. 

Shit, you cursed inwardly, excusing yourself from the Englishwoman as you began to make your way over to Frenchie again. You nearly groaned as yet another person intercepted your path, talking your ear off about some party gossip you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to at the moment, only responding in hums and nods as you kept your eye on Frenchie. Eventually, he turned and met your gaze with a distraught expression, a frown tugging at his lips.

At that moment, a new song started up, and all of the partygoers suddenly perked up and started to cheer, seemingly getting into… pairs? Oh. OH. Your heart dropped into your stomach, realizing that people were starting to dance. Unfortunately for you, it seemed as though the crowd was pulling in any dance partner they could find, which included onlookers. You looked back to Frenchie with a panicked look–you were never confident in your ability to dance. He gave you an empathetic look, shrugging before being pulled away by a tipsy woman who was far too giggly for his liking.

“Out of all the fucking times,” You grumbled to yourself, your fists clenching at your sides in annoyance and slight nervousness. A tap on your shoulder had you whirling around, your posture stiff as you stared at the masked woman who had wanted your attention.

“Oh hun, you seem awfully lonely. It’d be a shame if you missed out on all the fun,” she purred, holding out a hand. You hesitated, trying to ease the tension in your voice and body by clearing your throat as you scratched the back of your neck.

“Oh, I don’t know… I’m not the best dancer,” you explained, but your hand was grabbed by the woman anyway. You were startled at first, every muscle in your body screaming to pull away from the unfamiliar woman, but fuck it, causing a scene was the last thing you needed right now.

“That’s quite alright, just follow my lead,” the woman responded quietly, unnaturally kind for someone of her stature. You nodded without a word, letting the woman take the lead in a more relaxed step pattern. It was easier to get into the flow than you thought, and after a bit of stumbling, you were following the woman’s movements effortlessly. She smiled up at you, pulling you a bit closer. “See? You’re a natural.”

You barked a laugh and dare you say, although the woman’s proximity was a bit worrisome, you found yourself having a bit of fun. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually enjoyed dancing without making yourself look like a fool. “I wouldn’t say a natural,” you responded casually, your gaze wandering to inspect the rest of the ballroom, looking for a way out despite the fun of it. That’s when you spotted your counterpart a few feet away, trying his damndest to keep up with an overly eager damsel. You suppressed a laugh, lest you make your own dance partner suspicious, and took the lead to slowly make your way over to him.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You smirked as you passed Frenchie on the dance floor, bumping your hip into his as you spun your dance partner away from yourself for a moment. Frenchie, taken off guard for a second, chuckled at the action and was grinning at your unusual confidence, but was pulled away by his own dance partner before he could get a word in. The interaction left a giddy smile on your face, even as your dance partner came spinning back into your arms.

After another minute or so, the song picked up the pace and suddenly everyone was switching dance partners. Despite her friendly attitude, you still couldn’t help slipping off the gold rings around the woman’s fingers as the two of you parted, discreetly pocketing them with a smug smile. You half-bowed to her as you scurried off, hoping she wouldn’t notice the small accessories missing anytime soon.

You tried picking out Frenchie in the crowd as everyone mingled again, but were unable to before a man approached you with unmistakable, arrogant confidence. “Why, hello there,” he greeted, his voice nasally and annoying as he grabbed your arm and pulled you much too close to him, “may I have this dance with you?”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying your best to keep your smile from slipping as you eyed the exit, still having half the room to traverse. You turn your attention back to the man in front of you, eying him up and down with a feigned look of coyness. “I suppose,” you trailed off, fighting hard to bite back any snarky remarks or pointed looks. As he took your hand and started to lead you in dance, however, you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping on his shiny shoes a few times… accidentally, of course.

You found yourself smiling, not because of the dancing, but from the pure enjoyment of toying with the man in front of you as he tried to remain polite, despite his lips twitching in annoyance. Another step on his foot nearly had him pushing you away from him, and you tried hard not to laugh. It came out as a stifled inhale, easily mistaken for a gasp. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight,” you pouted up at the man, rolling your head to the side to rest it on your shoulder.

The man sighed heavily, but still managed to give you a strained smile as he pulled you close again. “Ah, it seems dancing just isn’t your forte,” he rudely commented, his hand trailing up to your face and towards your mask, “maybe we should just cut to the chase, hm? See that pretty face of yours?” 

Your facade broke instantly, reflexes almost lightning-quick as you seized the man’s wrist in your hand, your breathing suddenly uneven with anger and surprise. You glared up at him as your lip pulled back into a scowl, but before you had the chance to spit any insults at him, everyone was changing partners again.

You swiped the jeweled bangle from his wrist in all the commotion before eagerly shoving the man away, who stumbled from the force. He was taken aback to see you flipping him off as you backed away from him, giving him a disgusted look. He didn’t have any time to take action against your sudden impertinence as another woman swooped in and begged for him to dance with her, but you still refused to turn your back on him as you continued walking backwards.

That is, until you inevitably backed into someone. 

You whipped around, agitated and ready to snap at whoever had gotten in your way, but your expression and posture immediately softened when you saw who it was. “Hey! Thought I lost you for good for a second there!” Frenchie exclaimed, smiling brightly at you. It was contagious, really, and you found yourself smiling along with him.

“Yeah, it’s easy to get caught up with the crowd in here,” you chuckled, tension leaving your body with every second spent being in Frenchie’s presence. You don’t know what you would’ve done if you had to spend one more second mingling with these upper class gits.

“Tell me about it! I never knew these snobs could be so energetic,” he admitted with a sigh, and now you could see the exhaustion that had begun to slow his movements down. You hummed in response, your eyes flicking to the side as you caught an Englishwoman approaching the two of you in your peripheral vision. You were quick to grab Frenchie’s hands in response, pulling him in the opposite direction and easily transitioning into a slower dance in order to prevent the two of you from getting dragged apart again. He let out a small yelp of surprise from the action, but didn’t pull away or protest as you guided him away from any prying hands. 

You were both silent for a moment while you focused on getting into the rhythm, but before long, you had looked up and made eye contact with him, causing the two of you to burst out into stifled laughter; laughter from the absolute insanity of your situation. “You’re not a bad dancer, if I do say so myself,” Frenchie grinned, promptly stepping on your foot and immediately gasping out an apology as he did. You winced a bit, but laughed it off when you caught sight of his guilty expression, his lip pouted as it usually was.

“Thank you! It doesn’t seem you’ve gotten the hang of it though, eh?” You joked, continuing to lead him in the half-ballroom style the majority of the partygoers had adopted. It was so easy with Frenchie, despite his slightly messy footwork: easier than it had been with the first woman you danced with.

“Oh, fuck off, will you?” Frenchie retorted, smacking your arm lightly. A warm laugh bubbled up from your chest again, and you were unable to fight the bright smile that stretched across your face. You debated spinning Frenchie away from you for his little comment, but when you went to see if there was room behind him for the maneuver, you paused very suddenly and caused Frenchie to stumble.

“Wh-? What’d you do that for?” He whined, following your gaze as he looked over his shoulder. You were both suddenly frozen in place, realizing you had made it to the other side of the room with your antics. The two of you stared in disbelief for a moment, trying to figure out how you had even ended up here–if you even wanted to leave–before a loud shout resounded behind you: “There they are! Get them!” 

Dread filled both of you, slowly turning around to see the two men that were chasing you earlier, and then slowly turning to look at each other. The moment you made eye contact, you bolted forwards and out of the ballroom with the two men in tow again.

Through the marbled front foyer and out the grand double doors, you two left the beach-side building sprinting, laughing and shouting as the men tried to give chase behind you. You both stumbled onto the beach, Frenchie momentarily losing his footing in the soft sand before you pulled him back up to his feet and continued running. The cool ocean breeze was like heaven on your skin, cooling you down from the stuffy interior of that stupid ballroom.

When you reached the rocky shoreline, Frenchie almost leapt into the rowboat hidden behind a larger formation of rocks, despite the men having stopped chasing as you ran onto the beach. You were both still giggling at the whole interaction, not even noticing that the bottom of your outfit was getting wet as you clumsily pushed the rowboat out and hopped in yourself.

You both lay in the small dinghy for a moment, exhausted but entertained, as you attempted to catch your breath. “Fuckin’ mental,” you mumbled, leaning your head back and over the side of the rowboat. Frenchie hummed quietly in response, and when you sat up to look at him, he looked like he was on the verge of passing out; his eyes were firmly shut and his limbs splayed out across some of the benches, but his lips were still slanted upwards in a small, soft smile.

You shook your head with a light chuckle, taking off your mask and fully sitting up, adjusting your position so you could start paddling back to the Revenge, which was anchored a little ways off the coast. It was late now: the sun had begun to dip below the horizon line and painted everything in a brilliant orange light. Backdropped against the fading sun, the Revenge looked even more magnificent than usual.

Frenchie called your name quietly, and your eyes moved back to him to see that he had straightened up a bit and his mask had been removed as well. “Pass the bag here, yeah?” He mumbled, his movements sluggish as he extended a hand out with a grabbing motion. You snickered and stopped rowing for a moment, reaching your hand behind your back to untie the bag from your belt. In a few moments, the small bag was in Frenchie’s hands, and he was eagerly digging through it like a kid on Christmas.

He went through the pouch of assorted jewelry, pulling out a few different accessories to examine before dumping them back in. There was a surplus of pearl necklaces, of which he promptly ignored. Finally, he caught a glimpse of a bejeweled necklace and pulled it from the bag, studying it carefully in his hands. The gems that adorned the necklace were bright and beautifully cut, reflecting the orange light of the sunset in every which way.

It wasn’t long before he lifted the necklace up to his neck and made some smug expression, turning his nose up in an exaggerated manner. “Why, I can’t believe you’d disrespect me so!” Frenchie croaked, his voice a bit hoarse as he strained to talk in an octave above his usual tone. “Do you not know who I am? I am Zippery Von Sweets the sixth! I-”

You had already been fighting laughter for the entirety of his impression, but as soon as he had uttered that ridiculous name, you cut the rest of his impression off and started cackling. Watching you doubling over, Frenchie joined in soon thereafter and threw his head back as you both laughed, the action rocking the boat slightly.

To say tonight was a success would be an understatement.

End. <3

[mamamittens]

Reader who got turned into a child with platontic yandere strawhats.

My god this crew is already chaos, and that's with One (1) Baby on Board (possibly more depending on your babygirl headcanons). Ngl, not super heavy in the yandere category, but I tend to make yandere groups lighter since they balance each other out more than small teams and it's harder to 'upset' the balance with so many people. Individuals may be unhinged af to make up for a lack of control, but groups can quietly distract you while the shady shit happens elsewhere. That and it's a kid, so there's less opportunity to meaningfully upset the dynamics.

Luffy is, of course, thrilled cause child reader is so impressed and enthused with damn near everything on top of being clingy. Screams laughing every time he launches them to another crewmate. Loves just bundling up the kiddo to run around with if they happen to go to an island. Food runs are with kiddo in front to distract Sanji cause he's not going to let a kid go hungry regardless of gender, though he will still gladly punt Luffy for stealing.

Reading time with Robin! Reading time with Robin! Robin loves hanging out with child reader raptly listening to everything she reads. If Reader can't read yet, she will teach them despite knowing they'll turn back eventually. Just really likes the chill, soft hang out time and absolutely gives %100 of her attention to anything the kiddo brings. Sometimes adding small, neat fun facts to enrich the experience.

Sanji is very careful with baby in the kitchen but will fondly have them assist with small tasks like carrying over food items and things that won't break if dropped. Can and will walk them through fun recipes with them on his shoulders, taste testing along the way. If he doesn't think they're old enough for cutting, he'll gladly let them mix or mash potatoes. Has them lowkey on Luffy watch to give the captain sad, weepy eyes that "you can't wait for the surprise, luffy 🥺?" works like a charm.

Zoro is weirdly good with kids and will jokingly engage them in a workout. Lifting the baby barbells for like, five reps before exaggerating how bored he is of his weights and inviting kiddo to sit on them only to effortlessly keep going. Or like, sitting on his back with an extra bounce to make them laugh. Naptimes are spent tucked into his yukata (it's a yukata, right? Either than or kimono, I'm not sure of the difference, but you get what I mean). Very easily gets Reader to settle down. Traveling with Reader is fun cause he will actually listen to Reader's directions and only get's lost like... 1/3 less of the time.

Nami is slightly awkward around kids for a moment before she just starts emulating her late mother. Getting them to help pick and sort her fruit harvests or doing small tasks to make them feel useful like delivering messages to the crew. Is the first to tie them down if the weather threatens to turn foul just in case or sends them below to 'watch over' supplies that she knows damn well aren't going anywhere. Might even go over budgeting (child friendly version) with them. Has an incredible aversion to engaging in map making with them due do her past trauma but, if the condition persists, she will eventually have them help pick out ink and paper, perhaps even letting them draw with pencils on scrap paper. But nothing more than that.

Franky has a blast making small inventions for child reader to pilot around with hilariously over the top safety added on top. Like a helmet for a bike with an auto targeting system that activates if they cry. Will gladly carry them around on his shoulders while showing off the many neat tricks he put into the Sunny. Has them 'help' with projects, at first forgetting that they can't carry whole ass beams of wood before giving them buckets of nails and whatnot.

Ussop is literally in his element entertaining the kid with wild tall tales until it's time to eat. The first to lift reader into the air if anything remotely dangerous happens before running off to a safe distance. Probably gives them a little sling shot to 'assist' in fights while he praises them endlessly for incredible aim (even if they never get close). Probably the first to make a child carrier to fights so they can 'watch his back for him' despite being a long distance fighter.

Child Reader will be absolutely floored by Brook, undoubtedly. Just wide eyes watching him play in awe as he shows off. Probably letting them play with his hands and the many small bones, quietly informing them of their proper names. If they promise to be gentle, he even lets them touch his hair. If he's got a child-sized instrument, you can bet he's giving them lessons on how to play. If not, he probably talks them through music theory while demonstrating the notes and details. I imagine he plays piano with their hands under his to give the illusion of skill while he idly comments on how much better it is to play with someone else.

Chopper is really thrown to have someone as short as himself around but he's happy to have their help. It's kinda hard to do some things without opposable thumbs, alright? Of course, work never lasts, so he's off to play with them in due time, really livening up the ship as Reader compliments him endlessly about literally anything. And he gives them fun health advice on top of convincing them to eat whatever healthy food Sanji makes (because we all know it'll slap, but kids don't typically jump right into gross healthy food).

Jinbe has a bit of an awkward standoff at first, unsure if the reader will be frightened until they gleefully marvel over his fishman attributes right down to his skin color and webbed hands. The one to swim with them (or just hold them in the water if they've got a devil fruit) never letting them go for a second. Has them 'help' steer the ship on occasion, making them think it's effortless for a child when in reality he's guiding them through it entirely. Talks about the people in his life that he misses with them, glad to have a child marvel at the great but dearly departed. Legitimately tears up when they console him in that special, innocent child-like way at the news that they'll never get to meet these people because their gone.

Now, the Thousand Sunny also has plenty of love to give in a much more... quiet way. Soothingly rocking child reader to sleep when they're struggling and no one sees it. Secretly guiding them to fun little cubbies and passages to spook the crew and captain. They may not be there physically, but the spirit is definitely guiding them every step of the way in the rare moments they're alone.

Of course, engaging in a fight while the reader is a vulnerable child is a terrible mistake. At first the crew will fight normally, shielding the reader and guiding them to less dangerous parts, but the minute it looks like they'll even get grazed a rubber limb is sending the perpetrator into the stratosphere. Assuming a flaming leg, swords, bullet, hands, water, staff, hoof, or (insert robo-tech here) doesn't do it first. Might even be a race as they keep the atmosphere light to make sure child Reader knows that they're still safe.

God forbid you make the baby cry.

[rabotimagines]

🐇 [An Introduction] 🐇

HI HELLO I bit the bullet and decided to make a self ship/ X Reader blog.

You can call me Rabot! I'm HE/HIM transman. I'm an adult, FYI! I'm from the internet age when giving your info out is bad, so I'll be vague outta habit, but I am an adult. Minors please DNI I'll be posting smut occasionally.

This is a sideblog for me, so if you follow me as another imagine blog, we're probably mutuals you just can't see it <3

🐰 [What's this blog for?] 🐰

1] so I have a place to reblog others x reader content

2] so I can post the little bit of x reader stuff I write for myself.

My blogs specifically for scenarios/Headcanons of the short. The type with bullet points and such from fictional characters. Or the longer run ons, it all depends on how I feel.

I write for GN Readers and Masc or Male readers! Unless specificed any requests i decide to actually take will automatically be GN!

🐇 [So you do requests?] 🐇

Sorta! I'm mostly just planning on writing for myself, so to speak. You're more than welcome to send ideas or ramblings about characters in my inbox, but I don't wanna promise I'd be able to fill in any requests. If an idea or thing interests me, I might make a drabble or hcs in response to your ask.

But please do send an idea or an ask if you feel inclined to the worst I could say is "No, sorry." Or we could be deranged about [insert character here] together

🐇 [Writing for 'what' right now?] 🐇

• Transformers! <- my hyperfixation rn! (I'm newer! I watched TFONE and got weird about robots. I'm in the middle of watching G1 and Prime rn. I saw TF Animated in pieces when It aired on TV originally, so I have vague memories of them.

• ONE PIECE <- I like pirates. I tend to get obsessed with one piece in small bursts that come and go

🐇 [Limits?]🐇

Any type of Mess play is a hard no for me (Vomit, Watersports, Scat)

Knife or blade play is a no.

Also absolutely no forced pregnancy please thanks. (I don't mind noncon by itself or even preg talk/content just don't mix the two please)

🐰 [Tag guide?]🐰

#Rabot writes (My stuff)

#🔞 (smut/nsft)

#💌 (Fluff/romantic)

#💛 (Platontic)

#🩹 (Comfort)

#🥃 (Angst)

#🩶 (Yandere)

I only really like what's considered "light" Yandere, tbh so you don't need to worry too much there. (I like obsessive vibes but dont really enjoy like the whole "hurting you or your loved ones" type of stuff.) You can also just filter any emoji preemptively.

[Transformers Masterlist]

[fairlyabookie]

Midnight

Author’s note: guess who is backkkk! I’ll be doing a month long project to motivate myself back into writing! Enjoy ❤️

Content: platontic reader x lilia | non spooky themes

Midnight, the hour when the moon reigns absolute upon a kingdom of shining stars, the hour where not a soul ventures about. This is the ideal hour for some rumination, to be away from the hubbub of life, the hour of silence where no one shall disturb the peace. Lilia quite favored these moments, a period of reprieve where he could be alone with his thoughts and, well, do something worth his while.

The fae had to admit, he wasn’t much of a sleeper yet he was perhaps one of the few Diasomnia students that would stay up in the later hours.

Tonight happened to be one of those quiet nights, where he’d be lost in thoughts. The fae hangs upside down by a pull-up bar, swinging back and forth as music blasts in his headphones.

“Lilia.”

A couple raps on the door followed by a bright light illuminating from the hallway. Even from the loud music, Lilia could note any change in his surroundings. He quickly takes off his headphones and lands squarely on his feet. A familiar face peeks from the doorway, a bashful smile gracing their lips.

“Ah yes, what do you need, my dear?”

“I couldn’t sleep..”

Fragments of memories flash by - he was too familiar with this scene: a teary eyed child seeking solace from a nightmare. Why, it must be the former as Lilia had lots of experience resolving these sorts of conflicts.

“Come in, the bed is all free.”

Much to [Reader]’s hesitation, the said bed was littered with countless trinkets, little memories that Lilia had almost forgotten about until he laid eyes on them.

”I’m fine, Lilia. I’ll pass on the bed; I just need someone to talk to before going back to sleep.”

Lilia’s interest was piqued, his late night ruminations coming to a halt.

“What ails you, my dear child? A wandering heart? A troubled mind? Feel free to speak your mind.”

[Reader] makes themselves scarce with a brief explanation, pouring their thoughts in the most concise manner they can muster. The elder fae listens in earnest, taking in every word as they speak. A pregnant silence follows, and an anxious [Reader] waits for Lilia’s advice.

“Ah, youth.”

A light chuckle bubbles from his lips.

“You mustn’t burden yourself with such worries. But, you must’ve been very troubled yourself to approach me this late at night.”

A pout curls at their lips as [Reader] aims a leg to Lilia’s face as if to kick him, a blush dusting their cheeks. Lilia only chuckles, propping himself upside down.

“I too have been this late with my thoughts, my child. You’re not the only one who is troubled.”

The sagely far had lived through many centuries, pictures of his past haunting him in fleeting moments.

“Moments like these necessitate a story, but ah, it would take forever for me to recollect a memory or two to tell you a story..”

“It’s fine, Lilia, I appreciate your words.”

A yawn escapes [Reader]’s lips, a life’s worth of ranting leaving their body. Replacing what would be a moment of adrenaline coursing their veins was fatigue, their mind settling to a tranquil hum.

“Off you go, then, little one. Off to bed you go, if you ever have a nightmare, you can always come to me.”

“Alright, Lilia, thank you.”

[Reader] departs from Lilia’s room, their burdens lightened after a moment with the fae. They retreat into the darkness, to their room somewhere.

Closing his eyes, Lilia is once again left alone to his thoughts, the darkness embracing him as he did centuries ago.

[sleepy-bi666]

please help

does anyone know any writers on tumblr who take (PLATONTIC OFC) hazbin hotel x child reader requests and are at least semi-active

[ofmermaidstories]

hi mermie ima longtime lurker but the new izuku chapter is so good i wanted to tell u how good of w riter i think u are 👉👈 i hope its okay to ask this but what inspired u to write an izuku story? i know bakugo is ur fav but ur izuku isso good i feel like he's even better. in my opinion. u don't have to answer if this makes u uncomfy i just really like the way u wrote him and wanted to tell it. thank u for the stories.

hi anon. 🥺 hello. it’s always okay to ask things!! thank you for reading. 🥺 and for saying hello ����

izuku’s story idea came about the same time bakugou’s did! they were back-to-back, as well as a couple of other tentative ideas i had (their stories were going to be stand-alones, though! seperate from each other and not connected). i love bakugou, like truly do, he is perhaps the most i’ve ever loved a fictional character ever, but i love deku too!!! and mostly i love how they work together—as a ship or as something more platontic. side-by-side in canon or side-by-side in fanfics. no matter what i wrote for bakugou, izuku was always going to be close behind.

and!! tbh there were just more ideas i wanted to use that i didn’t think would fit (or rather, didn’t feel like making fit) a plot with bakugou at the helm, LOL. a comic artist for deku just seemed like a natural choice (and was my first idea for him) because it meant writing a Reader who could be just as obsessive as deku was, even if it was about different things.

i’m glad you like him. 🥺 i’m glad i could do him a little bit of justice. 🥺 writing deku has been fun and even though it’s a little bit of a relief not to be in his head anymore, i’m gonna miss playing with his POV. 🥹 anon!!! i hope you have a good week. 🌾🌞 thank-you for being here. 🌷

[ihavenoideahowtodream]

What has this website done to my brain?

I slowed down driving in my parents neighborhood cause the mailman was coming down the left side of the road and the garbage truck was on the right. And in the 5 seconds it took for me to pass them qll i thought was:

100k slowburn public service men yaoi passing each other on their saturday routes.

Title: "Love on Lakeland Ln"

Tags: #anal fisting #author inflicts bad jokes about how all the mail ends up in the trash so they were destined anyway upon the readers and charachters #platontic cuddling

[cherriesfromeden]

entering the gates

i will write:

fluff

angst

romance

platontic fics

sibling! readers

fem! or gn! readers

interesting au's

a series [these can't be requested...sorry!]

i will not write:

smut

anything even remotely close to incest

aged up characters/minors with sexual things

male! readers

character x character fics

poly relationships

when you request:

please be polite and patient - sometimes i lose motivation but i promise i'll get something written for you!

detailed readers are nice for headcanons but not for fics - i like just a general idea to write

if you give me a prompt please give me a slight idea of what you want so i know where to go from there [and in every other request you send]

i can edit this whenever

[marvelouslytrekking]

Okay, there's definitely no need to make up for something (how did you even get that idea? Everything you write is amazing!) because I LOVED the previous headcanons, but since you said I could send more.... How about sharing an apartment with Rhodey and Tony during MIT times? Totally platonic and so much chaos xD

(ajhsdojf not true but thank you love)

You are right living with Tony and Rhodey is chaotic at the maxium

You befriended Rhodey first at MIT, the first friend you made to be correct

You instantly knew that it would be a perfect friendship and he would help you excel in school

When Rhodey starts hanging around a slightly younger kid you are a little weary at first but he is an absolute genius and soon the three of you are inseparable.

They decide living on campus is awful so all three of you find an apartment close by to live in

Living with two boys is as awful as you would think, or maybe that is just Tony.

“Family” dinner nights, somethings this is the only time you think that Tony eats real food. You soon find out he can’t cook

Well you and Rhodey try teaching him

It is pretty bad. I mean he was a genius as you said but the dude could not cook

But he can now fry an egg and make a grilled cheese so you call it a win

Lots of study nights. Junk food, rock music, and lots of cramming

Pranks

Lots of pranks

They start out small, hiding behind doors to scare each other

But soon things get way worst. Furniture was rearranged, All of Tony’s clothes went missing, Rhodey’s pants all get hemmed a few inches too short and many many more

Looking back you really aren’t sure how you survived those years.

But you are also sure that without them you wouldn’t have

[stardust9905]

Awe this was cute hehe -- you should totally write more!! Keep up the great work!!

Crosshair x gn Teen!reader (platonic of course)

A/N: this is my first fanfic so sorry if it’s bad lol

Warnings: Order 66, nightmares, star wars violence, death, mentions of death, I think thats it? Lmk if i missed any!!

(Y/F/N)= Your fake name

Blaster bolts were flying at you constantly, it seemed like they would never stop. The clones you fought along side with turned against you, showing no mercy. You followed Ahsoka to the ship Rex was in, both of you jumping in the air, falling.

You wake up with a start, another nightmare. That whole day was a nightmare if you were being honest. The day the Jedi fell, the day your best friends turned on you within the blink of an eye, the day you had to fake your death, and the day you couldn’t do anything about it. 

You rub your face to try and wake yourself up more. You get up and get dressed into a shirt, pants, boots, goggles, and mask. Your comm goes off, Cid was comming you.

“Hey kid, you still looking for some jobs?”

“Yeah”

~

You walk through the streets, keeping an eye out for anyone who might cause trouble. After a few minutes you reach Cid’s and go inside, going to the back where she usually gives jobs.

“-And you’ll be working with someone else for this job”

You walk in as Cid points to you. Looking around the room you see the Bad Batch, and a child..? You walk up to the holotable, keeping as calm as possible ‘they might have their chips out, you never know’. You hope they have their chips out, they were some of your closest friends. But that was in the past now, now you had to focus on your identity being hidden. And credits. Credits can get you a lot of things.

“This is (Y/F/N), the person you’ll be working with. (Y/F/N), this is the Bad Batch.” Cid points at you, then the Batch. You nod to them, acting casual.

“Here’s the job-“

~

You walk to the marauder from your apartment since you had to get your blasters, one on each of your thighs, resting in their holsters. You also got your knives and hid them in your boots, just in case. 

Once you arrive you notice Crosshair standing on the stairs, obviously impatient. ‘Of course he is, he’s Crosshair for force sake.’

“You took forever”

“It’s a ten minute walk each way, of course I took forever” You roll your eyes. Crosshair walks up the rest of the ramp, and you decide to follow him. Crosshair closes the ramp behind you two, yelling to Tech that you’re on the ship.

~

The mission was simple, in theory of course. Just sneak into an academy, find the person who wants out, and leave. Simple, right?

“Alright, we’ll split up into groups, Omega and Tech, you’re with me. Crosshair and (Y/F/N), you’ll go around back and watch our backs. Wrecker and Echo, you’re our backup” 

Everyone nods to Hunter, going to their groups. You walk up to Crosshair, looking up the cliff.

“So, how are we gonna get up there?” You ask him, although you already knew the answer to that.

“Just like how they are,” Crosshair nods over to the right as Wrecker throws Tech, Omega, and Hunter up the cliff. You turn your face to an expression of horror as Wrecker starts walking towards you two. Crosshair smirks, telling you that you’re going first, making you panic. 

��WHAT?! THATS LIKE 15 M-”

By the time you protest Wrecker throws you up into the air while chuckling. You land on the edge of the cliff on the dirt, your left foot slipping off into the air. You quickly grab the ground and pull yourself up. Crosshair lands next to you as you stand up while wiping the dirt off of your clothes.

“You okay kid?” 

“Mhm”

You start walking towards the back of the building. You and Crosshair walk through the forest, a comfortable silence between you two. You guys quickly get to the back of the building. Crosshair shoots a grappling hook above the second-story window and attaches the line to his belt. Realizing you can’t use the force to jump up, you walk over to him and grab onto him. He makes sure you’re secure before tugging on the rope to pull you two up.

You go inside through the window first, landing on a metal grate bridge that’s 6 meters above the floor. You make sure Crosshair is inside and there are no traces of you coming in.

“Hurry up kid, can’t be wasting any time”

“Yeah yeah”

You both walk over to the armory on the bridges, since that’s where the person is supposed to be. You got there before the others on purpose to make sure the coast is clear. Crosshair sends a signal to Hunter while you look around. “There’s no one up here with us”

“Don’t worry (Y/F/N), the less we have to shoot the better” You nod, looking down at the door. Suddenly you sense danger coming from the left. You quickly shove Crosshair and yourself down to the floor of the bridge and bring out one of your blasters, shooting down TK troopers. Crosshair quickly joins you and tries to comm the others.

“Kriff, they’re jamming the comms! Its a trap!”

“Obviously! They’re probably trying to get rid of whoever doesn’t like the empire!”

You can barely hear each other over the blaster fire. You sense more troops coming behind you and turn around to shoot them. ‘If only i still had my lightsabers.’ You both finally shot down all the troopers after a minute but still hear blaster’s shooting. You look down to see about 40-70 TK Troopers shooting at Hunter, Tech, and Omega.

Not caring anymore about hiding your identity, you jump over the rail, hearing Crosshair yell out your fake name. Using the force to cushion your landing, you take out your blasters and start help shooting down the TK’s. You can see Crosshair helping out as you get shot in the goggles, sending you to the floor.

You hear your fake name being called by multiple people. You take off your goggles since they’re cracked, which results in taking your mask off too. You quickly stand up, you weren’t injured since your goggles took the bullet. You start shooting again, this time using the force to aim. Within a minute or two all the troopers where shot down and you were almost to the front of the building. There were about 15 TK’s at the front doors. Crosshair signaled to you, ‘Sniper time’, you nod in response. You back up a bit while looking up at the bridges, Crosshair following you. Using the force, you throw him up onto the bridge above you. He quickly starts sniping the TK’s, all of them down within 30 seconds.

Crosshair jumps down from the bridge while you use the force to catch him. You all quickly run outside and head to the cliff, you didn’t realize how steep it was until now. 

“How are we going to get down?” You chuckle at Omega’s question, everyone else already knowing the answer.

“The same way we got up here of course. Up and away.” You use the force to lift them all up and throw them into the air and then jump off. Once you all land you go inside the marauder and Tech goes to the cockpit, flying the ship. 

“So, how long were you planning to hide your identity for?” Crosshair points at you with his toothpick, smirking. 

“Eh, hopefully forever,” you chuckle, “but look how that turned out.” 

Tech walks in, datapad in hand, “According to the empire you’re dead, same place and time as Rex, which I assume you know he’s alive”

“Gee, is everyone faking their deaths?” Echo complains, rolling his eyes.

“Only Rex, Ahsoka, and I”

“Commander Tano’s alive..?”

“Er, technically she isn’t a jedi anymore, she left the order a while ago.” You rub your neck, looking anywhere but at Echo.

“She wHAT-“

[mamamittens]

Honestly in the whole teen reader with memory loss situation with platontic yandere reader i think it would be funny if reader was Doffy's kid and Law is like so they're Cora's nibbling and completely and purposely pays no mind to the fact that makes them related to Doffy.

"They inherited all the best parts, directly from Cora. Look at that sweet smile. Just like their real dad."

"That's my kid."

"Cora's. You smile like a jackass. They look nothing like you."

"They're the spitting image of me?!?"

"Oi. Don't insult them like that."

RIP Doffy, he's not getting his kid back. Yet another family member stolen away. Idk when he'll learn better.

[snek-disappearedagain]

Ace Annoying the Living Shit out of You

Summary : Ace annoys the actual living shit out of you

Genre : Crack

Warnings : N/a

Rating : T for swearing

Notes : Gn! Reader, Platontic, Written after losing all my work so this is me expressing that anger, Reader is referred to as y/n, Jmail Vipur posting content that isn't Jamil Viper related (The scary part that makes this Halloween content)

I might continue this series as a good first time doing reader headcanons and stuff. I also might open requests if there is a demand for them (or if I just feel like it)

Enjoy!

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Ace

You're studying at 2:00am when Ace barges into your dorm

"Y/nnnnn Riddle used his unique magic on me again can I stay with you"

You turn to look at him, he steps back just a little

"What the actual hell did you do this time"

Ace hesitates for a few seconds, realizing that maybe this wasn't the best time to invade your dorm

"..I didn't feed the hedgehogs"

You sigh loudly, of course Riddle got super upset about that. You'd get upset if nobody fed your animals when you said you would

"Fine, just don't be loud. This is my only free time to study"

He grinned and went over to the sofa

10 or so minutes pass, and so far Ace has been pretty quiet

That is until he lets out a very long sigh

"I'm borreedddddddd, y/n do you have any games? I left my phone in my dorm"

"No, and that's your fault Ace. Just go to sleep or something, it's really late"

"Then why aren't you asleep"

"I'm studying"

"Suuuurrree"

You turn to glare at Ace, he smirks at you with his hands behind his head

This time, for the next 10 minutes Ace is constantly asking if you have anything fun to do at your dorm

You are one more question away from snapping and throwing him out of your dorm

"Do you have any games on your phone?"

Ace sleeps on the cold, dewy grass

[honeymoonjin]

Ugh in response to the anon who seems to dislike Hobi so much they had to go off on the #savehobi campaign as if any of this is real:

1. It’s. Not. Real. It doesn’t matter who your bias is in real life bc these are versions of them they aren’t accurate to them (like I’m sure they’re all just as kind and wonderful as you write them but s t i l l ! D a m n ! This is an au!) also like hi! I started as army as RM bias w Jimin being my bias wrecker and then D-2 dropped and now Yoogles just basis wrecked me so hard he’s now my bias and Joonie is my bias wrecker...but I love Hobi’s arc in this so I want him to stay!

I find 1. His scenes genuinely more interesting and better than everyone else’s. And yeah. Maybe he takes it “too professionally” whatever tf that means (as if jimin didnt start this whole competition as the “porn Star dom too good for you all” persona he always used on camera and jk isn’t literally camming through the show??) (also like...he messes with much more serious kinks than the others so we hate him for going the extra mile for explicit understanding for proper consent among everyone? What?) but like he puts a lot more effort and thought into his scene and always makes sure it’s something yn will enjoy and would be willing to explore without taking it too far since she’s new to a lot of these kinks.

2. His outing? He literally offered to go get smoothies and have a normal night out if she wanted to and SHE chose the red room and mistress bee over that!

3. Idk how many times I’m gonna go off about this to you (I apologize bc I don’t blame you teddy- I love the way you write him!) but he is aromatic. Sorry he doesn’t fit into your ideas that sexual and platontic bonds can’t run as deep and be as meaningful/loving as romantic bonds! Do I think he could interact with her more? YES! PLEASE TEDDY LET THEM INTERACT MORE! I feel like something holding him back is knowing she has these romantic bonds and he knows he can’t offer that but also he isn’t out to anyone in the house but joon! So he’s probably nervous she will treat him different bc they’ll never be in love that way like the others (and I know it’s different but one of the reasons I don’t actively seek relationships (besides like anxiety and a general dislike of ppl 🤪) is bc I’m always scared of having to have the I’m asexual/what is asexuality conversation- idk there’s a lot of ppl who just think it’s not real or think we’re just “straight ppl trying to be special too” both in and out of the lgbt community so it’s weird sometimes)

4. I also feel that one reason we differentiate jimin using his professional persona from Hobis (besides romantic vs nonromantic aspect) is that we’ve seen jimin more have moments “outside of the show” where he lets it go and it’s not just the scene assigned and Hobi hasn’t had that. Like even outside of yn, we see a lot of jimin/Tae scenes that have sexual undertones (even when they don’t have sex) that are viewed more favorably bc they’re in love and also bc there’s just more of them (no complaints over you feeding my vmin love) i kinda hope we get to see up close Hobi interact more with Joonie and yn and the others like we see the other characters do bc he seems close with a lot of them from mentions here and there (sitting on each other’s laps, stroking each other’s hair, eating/cooking/watching tv together, him and joonies whole thing, he was excited at the idea of the “sleepover” in the bunkroom with some of when when he failed his prompt) but outside of his assigned scenes he’s almost always been a background character or as an antagonist to jimin and we as readers are only told by others about his good interactions we almost never read them for ourselves.

Idk this got super effing long and idk how much sense it makes but those are my thoughts on this whole #savehobi thing also like 100% I feel like he should have fan fav scene more/be higher in rankings at least bc his scenes are so amazing and well written and interesting and new but also always show the deep trust between him and yn as well as how well he pays attention to her likes/dislikes/ the little things! Cool. That just made t longer but anyways!!! #savehobi !!!!

babes i wish yall would get paid by the word really i do because it means the world to me that people care enough about my story and my characters to actually take the time to write these asks, like irrelevant of what it's about it always makes my day, and when it comes to discussing the characters it just is so fascinating to me to hear people's reasoning for things!