I write fanfiction for a variety of fandoms, I mostly do uncommon characters or fandoms that are 'nerdy or unpopular.' As for now, I ONLY do x readers, but might expand in the future. I do NOT write real people.
I plan on doing prompts in which ya'll can take and run with, all I ask for is credit. Also make sure to be respectful of the original creators boundaries for the character.
I also post or repost memes (with creators consent.)
☆ I do not mind people reposting my work
⋆☆⋆ Masterlist ⋆☆⋆
☆Undertale and Au's
US! Bros and UF! Bros x Reader - Matching Headcannons Pt. 1
UT! Bros, HT! Bros x Reader - Matching Headcanons Pt. 2
UT! Bros, UF! Bros, HT Bros x Reader - The skeletons almost make their S/O choke to death.
UT! Bros, UF! Bros, and US! Bros x Reader - Cuddling Headcannons
UT! Sans, UF! Sans and US! Papyrus x Reader - Their S/O snorts for the first time around them.
Error! Sans x Gen Reader - Meeting/Romantic Headcanons
Dream BBQ! Ena x Sick! Reader - You're sick in a strange world with no help... Unless you count Ena.
☆ ENA - Joel G YT series and Dream BBQ
Dream BBQ! Ena x Archangel! Reader
Dream BBQ! Ena x Reader - Your girlfriend gets a life? You help her take care of it.
Joel G YT Ena x Homesick! Reader - Your polygonal girlfriend tries to help you with the feelings of homesickness.
☆TMNT 2012
Donatello x Smart! Reader - Donnie finds out that his S/O is secretly smart.
Cassandra Jones x Reader - General dating/domestic headcanons.
☆ ROTTMNT
Cassandra Jones x Reader - Starting relationship headcanons.
Cassandra Jones x Shy! Scientist! Reader - Romantic Headcanons
Betty x Reader - Cuddle session with betty late at night.
☆ Date Everything!
Hank(s) x Reader - Romantic Headcannons
Hank(s) x Hurt! Reader
Timothy Timepiece x Reader - Romantic headcanons
Johnny x Reader - You write Johnny a lil something to show your love <3
Mateo x Reader - You two cuddle up after a long day of taking care of the inaminals.
⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Requesting?─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
☆PLEASE BE CLEAR
☆ Put the Name of the Character(s), Universe (if any), Traits and Gender you want the reader to have. Then, state rather its Romantic/Platonic ☆
I WILL NOT WRITE
Smut
Racism
Homophobia
Character x Character (Polyamorous relationships not included)
Oc x Character
Anything Non-Consenting
Severe Gore
Suicidal Actions
Don’t be afraid to seek help if you need it:
National Suicide Prevention: dial/text 988.
Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration: 1-800-662-HELP
☆Note(s) Dividers made by @pixopix. Comment if you want to be added to the tag list, I put people who were interested in my draft.
You wake up like any other day. Get up, get dressed, do hair, brush teeth, and rush out the door with a half-hearted breakfast. Because god forbid you get an extra thirty minutes of sleep.
The breakfast in hand was an everything bagel, plain since you haven’t been paid yet to get groceries. Getting into your rustbucket of a truck, you shove the key into the ignition and turn it, earning the usual rumble from the engine.
Today was Saturday, which meant you had to drive down to the shore to work your eight hour shift at the Big Donut. The drive was longer compared to the library you worked at during the weekdays, but you honestly don’t mind it.
Beach City was - if anything - scenic, and watching the fullness of the trees slowly fade into ocean blue always calms you down from before-work jitters.
Bagel in mouth, you use one hand to steer while digging the other into the glove box for a CD. Grabbing the first one your fingers touch, you pop the case open and shove it into the player.
It starts a familiar tune from a band you’ve liked since you were a teenager. You let out a deep sigh as music fills your ears and finish off the bagel you were eating.
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You throw your hands above your head, palms faced up and fingers intertwined. Letting out a groan, you stretch out the tension throughout your body, which earns you a surprisingly loud pop for just standing at a counter.
You've only been working for a few hours, yet the fatigue you were feeling made it feel like years. You felt sluggish, and - looking at the clock - you still have about an hour until your lunch break.
What's worse is that today was slow, very slow. Like, yeah, it was a donut store, it wasn't like you were gonna get many customers in the first place, but today was especially quiet.
Leaning against the glass counter once again, you rest your head in the palm of your hand and stare out the big pane windows leading outside.
The weather wasn't great, it had rained moments earlier and it was cloudy. Which, now that you think about it, was probably contributing to the dull ache in your bones.
Letting out a disappointed sigh, you close your eyes and bury your head into your arms. You really wanted to take a walk on the beach before heading home but that isn't looking promising.
It seemed that every time you wanted to actually do something outside, the weather switched up on you.
Before you get too deep into your disappointment, you hear the click of a door and footsteps walking towards you. You open your eyes just in time to see Sadie settle into her spot next to you.
"Find them?" You ask, turning your head to look at her. She was fiddling with something in her hand, presumingly to open it. Reaching your hand out in front of her, you make the 'gimme' motion.
Sadie lets out an exasperated but quiet 'thank you' as she hands the pack of napkins to you. "I had to get on the ladder and dig around to find a spare box." Sadie says while running a hand through her hair.
"Dude, you're gonna break something one of these days on that stupid ladder. You should've made Lars do it." You dig your nail into the plastic, hoping to tear a hole through the package. You fail.
Why does everything have to be wrapped in plastic?
Sadie sighs and lets her head drop onto the counter. "Yeah, but he did it last time.” Because you made him. “I just don't know how we keep running out so fast..."
You tug ungracefully once again, and successfully rip open the package of napkins. Smiling at your triumph, you let out something that sounded like a scoff. "You're telling me you haven't seen Steven steal them out of the holder?"
"what." She mumbles.
A small laugh escapes your throat as you walk from behind the counter to put the napkins into the holder. "He thinks I don't see him, but I always do." You roll your eyes, but you honestly thought it was hilarious.
"Yea, that makes so much sense." Sadie lifts her head once more, opting to rest it on her hand. "Did Steven even come by this morning? I didn't see him."
You made your way towards the back of the store to get a broom, the floor was getting dirty and you needed to move your body.
"Mmm... yeah, but only for a second. Something about going on a boat trip?"
"Wow, he wasn't kidding when he said his dad was rich now."
"Right?"
The store falls back into a comfortable silence. You go to sweep from under the counters, tables and chairs, gathering all the dirt and sand into a neat pile in the middle of the store.
That was one con of working near a beach.
The sand got everywhere.
Once you are done, you sweep the pile toward the entrance of the store, hold open the door, and brush the debris outside onto the concrete.
It was then you noticed the sun poking from behind the clouds, decorating the dark sky with beams of light that reflected off of the water. It gave you a nostalgic feeling, but you couldn’t quite place where you've seen something so stunning before.
It couldn’t be when you were at home, you probably would’ve overlooked it in favor of being smothered in college text books and sleeping whenever you could.
You frown your eyebrows.
Maybe you shouldn’t be thinking of that right now.
Luckily you didn’t have too, as a force collides into you so hard you topple to the ground, along with the broom you were holding in your hand. Trying to gather your surroundings, you see a purple figure staring down at your dazed form.
A warm, slightly raspy voice calls to you.
"What's upp dude!"
Craning your neck to look at the person, you attempt to blink away the daze and confusion only for it to be replaced with slight annoyance.
"Amethyst, you can't just ram into people..." You say exasperatedly. Sitting up quickly, you hope no one saw you eat it on concrete.
"But I miss you dude! I haven't seen you in, like, forever!" Amethyst whines, putting a hand on each of your shoulders and shaking you - not very gently - back and forth.
"You saw me this morning?" Your voice shakes as you speak and you hold her wrists for support.
She stops moving for a moment.
"So? That's a whole three hours." She starts shaking you again. "Let's ditch this place and go do something actually fun!"
Okay, now you're starting to get nauseous.
You reach up to her arms and use a little bit of force to stop her. “Amy, you know I have bills to pay right? As much as I would love to, I can’t be running around Beach City all the time.”
“You pay money for that piece of junk?”
“My house is not a piece of junk.” Is that seriously all she took from that?
“Whatever you say man.” Amethyst shrugs, standing up and holding a hand out to you. You pick up the broom that was knocked out of your hand moments before and take hers with the other. She pulls you from the floor easily.
The house was indeed pretty bad. Since it was located in a wooden area, some of the wildlife and weather got to it from not being maintained. When you got there the paint was faded and flaking off inside-out, the porch was halfway rotted, and the front door didn’t exactly close all the way.
Nevertheless, you were just glad your uncle gave it to you in the first place, and with some help from Steven’s dad - who your uncle was good friends with and called in a favor - the house actually started to look decent. Cozy even.
You still have to do something with that stupid door though…
“So you comin’ or what?” Amethyst questions, looking at your hand as you release it from hers.
Deep down you really want to but you can’t just leave Sadie to do all the work. And from what you’ve heard that's all she basically did before you got here. “You know I can’t just leave.”
“Actually, I can cover for you if you want.”
You whipped your head towards Sadie. You actually kinda forgot she was there for a moment.
“Uh wait, are you sure? I don’t want you to have to deal with the store all by yourself.” You almost feel guilty at the thought of leaving.
Sadie shrugs while making her way from behind the counter to stand in front of you. She takes the now forgotten broom from you and leans against it with one hand on her hip. “I don’t mind at all, and today is pretty slow, so I might just close early anyways.”
You stand in front of her for a moment, not fully convinced until you feel a tug on your hand pulling you backwards towards the door. You look down at the shorter girl next to you to see that she is holding the door for you with a wink.
You give a reluctant sigh and send a grateful smile at Sadie. “Alright, thank you. Next time I’ll cover for you - hold on Amethyst let me get my stuff- ah!”
Before you knew it, you were being pulled across the beach by a very strong gem. Your complaints about not getting your stuff from your locker goes unheard.
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Amethyst was the first gem you met when you moved to Beach City, which was a blessing because if it were any other Crystal Gem you would've been a little… thrown off by the concept of alien space rocks just being on earth so casually.
Not that you didn’t think Pearl and Garnet were nice of course, they were just less sociable than Amethyst was, which made it harder to get past their mysterious nature.
As time passed you eventually got used to their presence, as they got used to yours. Especially since you and Amethyst have been hanging out so much since you moved here.
Going on various adventures around Beach City while trying not to get into too much trouble.
Though, today it seemed you didn’t have to worry about that as she immediately dragged you into the beach house and to the giant door passed the kitchen.
The door itself was otherworldly but beautiful. It depicted a star in the middle with a gem in each point of it. You’ve seen the Gems walk in and out of it every once in a while. You asked Amethyst where they go and she told you that's where the rooms inside the temple are. You had figured that the gem farthest left was hers since it was, well, purple.
You watch as Amethyst moves her white tanktop down to reveal her gem. It emits a purple light, as does the gem on the door. The passage opens with a purple goop connecting two sliding doors. This makes your nose scrunch up.
You look at Amethyst as she gestures to the opening with a wink and a bow, making you giggle a bit.
“Are you sure it’s safe for me to even go in there?”
She shrugs and walks through, making you follow closely behind in order to not get locked out. When you enter the door the first thing you see is crystals. A lot of them. The light, which is coming from a gap in the ceiling, sends rays through them. This produces a glimmering effect.
Unfortunately you're so busy looking up, you fail to notice the water on the ground. You step into it, effectively soaking your shoes and furthermore your socks.
You sigh, disappointed only at yourself and decide you’ll just take them off and let them dry when you get the chance to sit down.
If you get a chance to sit down.
“Soo… what are we doing here exactly- oh my god is that a utility pole??” How did she even get that in here???
In fact, now that you fully look around, there seems to be a bunch of random stuff scattered about. From something as small as a gold coin to as big as a palm tree, it looked like she had anything you could think of. Everything was stacked on each other in piles that have no specific order or theme to them. At least none that makes sense to you. There was so much… You could tell that this took years to collect.
“Isn’t it amazing? It's one of my favorite parts!” Amethyst grins widely, looking very proud of her work.
Were you concerned about how much of this she may have stolen? Maybe. Were you happy that she was happy? Definitely.
“You have to tell me how you got some of this stuff dude.”
“Ooh I planned too.”
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The next few hours were full of running around and listening to Amethyst tell the history of different objects. You honestly wonder if she just dragged you out of work to brag but you couldn’t care less. Hearing the adventures of the Crystal Gems was way more entertaining than standing at a counter all day.
At some point, stories drifted into chitchat as both of you lay next to each other in a comfortable area.
“So they went on a boat today to try and get her used to open water again.” Amethyst explained.
You had asked her why Steven went on that boat trip that he was telling you about.
“Wait, Lapis was the one with the cracked gem right?” You question.
She gives you a weak thumbs up.
You try to keep up but so much happens between hangouts, it's hard to remember who is who when Amethyst gives you updates about different gems. Although you’ve never actually met any of these new gems, it was still interesting to hear about their stories. It was also good to see Amethyst debrief after a particularly hard mission.
You still remember last summer when the entire ocean disappeared, leaving nothing but miles of sand. You thought climate change finally caught up, only to learn the cause behind it was a gem.
Lapis Lazuli.
Amethyst later told you that Lapis needed to go home but couldn’t because her gem was cracked, forcing her to use the ocean in desperation. Steven healed her eventually but it was weird to think that a crack could affect a gem's powers so heavily. Scary even.
Amethyst turns to you after a long minute of you just staring into space, “Dude, you good?”
You slowly nod and turn your head to face hers, “Yea… It’s just unnerving how easily a gem can get cracked. How much it can affect them.”
She gives your face a good up-down before getting up to lay on her elbows. She thinks for a moment before speaking, “You remember that day we hung out with Steven? When I cracked my gem falling off the cliff?”
You cringe, “Well duh, of course I remember, I was terrified.” You rub your hands down your face, stressed from even thinking about it.
That whole day was a mess. Steven was crying, you were crying, everyone was freaking out. The only thing that saved her was that water fountain.
Amethyst throws her hands up in defense, “ It was an accident! The point is that we have back up plans for that kind of stuff, so try not to worry about it.”
You wish you could tell her that's not exactly how your brain works, but you get where she's coming from. You sigh and sit up next to her, groaning a bit from laying so long.
“Alright yea, just be careful okay? You're like my only friend here man.” You say, punching her shoulder lightly.
A dark purple fans out across her face and she rolls her eyes. You don’t have the heart to make fun of her for it right now so all you do is smile. You know that she doesn’t like it when it gets mushy but you can't seem to help it. It's just who you are.
She mutters something about you being corny, which makes you laugh a bit and roll your eyes. While doing so, a glimmer of light right next to you catches in the corner of your eye. Curious, you turn to find the source only to see something blue poking out of one of the various piles.
You dig out the object and gently roll it in your hands. It reminded you of the recorders you used to play in elementary, but ten times more fancy. This “recorder” had white and blue swirling around it and some weight that tells you it's made from something valuable.
Amethyst turns to you once more and looks at the thing in your hands. Her eyes widen a bit as she fully realizes what you have.
“Aw man! I haven’t seen that thing in forever!” She takes it from your hand to get a good look at it. “So that's where it went…”
“What is it?”
“A warp flute… whistle thing. You basically blow into it and the warp pad does its thing.” Amethyst shrugs and hands it back to you, seemingly losing interest in it already.
“That is so cool, like right out of a fantasy movie cool.” You roll it in your hands, feeling the groves and holes it's made out of.
“Ya want it?”
You almost get whiplash with how fast you look at her. “Uhh yes - wait, isn't this like super important gem stuff?”
Amethyst shrugs “We used it once, how important could it be?”
Your eyes follow her while she gets up from her spot.
“And if there's ever, like, I don't know, an emergency, you can just blow into the stupid thing and I'll be there.” Her arms are now crossed while she mutters these words. You can't see her face, but you don't really have too.
She's doing this because she doesn't want you worrying.
Aw.
Awwwwwwww
You feel a tear build up in one of your eyes. Holding a hand over your chest, you smile the biggest you've smiled in a while.
“Thank you Amethyst.”
“Yeah yeah whatever- Dude! You don't get to tear up over a small gift!”
-
Although it was fun hanging out with Amethyst, time flies and hours vanish. The sun has just begun to set when you decide it's for the best to go home. You still had to get your bag from your locker, thanks to Amethyst.
The weather has settled into slightly cloudy sky's, making the colors of the sun setting visible. You once again find yourself staring up and wondering how you got so lucky to be here. It feels good just to be.
Sitting down just out of reach of the waves, you figured that getting sand on your uniform wasn't gonna hurt a thing. Well maybe your car but whatever.
You let your hands dig into the sand and squeeze the grains between your fingers. Organizing the different textures in your head, you let go and start the process over.
It was like that for a while, the motion giving you comfort while you stared off into the vast ocean.
Until you grabbed something.
You flinched your hand back out of the sand, not liking the sudden change of whatever you just touched. Your body was still but your mind is going through all the possibilities of what that could have been.
It felt cold, smooth, and hard, so probably glass. Hopefully glass.
Out of curiosity, and the thought of someone getting cut by this possible piece of glass, you dig your hand back in carefully to find it. It took some searching around but eventually you do find it.
It wasn't glass though, more of a rock. Nothing that obviously formed naturally. The rock was a bright orange and was cut into a weird triangle/diamond shape. It was beautiful, basically perfect except for the little crack trailing down the side of it.
You find stuff all the time while on the beach. Sometimes you take it home to decorate your house, making simple things from shells or sea glass. Maybe you could make something out of this?
You shrug while putting the mysterious rock into your pocket and get up to leave.
You'll figure out what to do with it sooner or later.
☆ Cough syrup, Ibuprofen, Benadryl, Sudafed, etc... All things you took for granted when you had modern medicine right at your fingertips.
Now that you're somewhere that doesn't exactly have the human body in mind, you find it difficult to imagine how humans back a hundred years ago survived. Well, they didn't, but that's not the point.
The point is that your body aches, your sinuses burn, and your voice isn't quite all there. Which to your bi-colored companion, is very concerning. You don't blame Ena, though. If she started to look like she was dying and you weren't experienced with her species illnesses and diseases, you would be all over her too.
The illness came on slowly, just enough for you to not really pay attention to the extra fatigue you were feeling. You chalked your sleepiness up to running around a new world and helping Ena with her jobs. And although she didn't quite understand the concept of sleep, Ena understood that you needed it to survive. So, sleep you did, in the small, slightly worn down 'home' Ena provided you.
Then came the slightly dry and sore throat when you woke up one morning (night? You weren't sure anymore.) A feeling that wasn't as ignorable but still something you could live through. Especially since Ena needed to rush out the door for some job about a mother fruit bowl and her banana children...
After that, the sniffing, which Meanie got tired of pretty quickly, especially when talking to clients. Leading to very annoyed comments whenever the more aggressive side took over.
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"Are you broken or something?!"
You didn't expect the megaphone in your face when you turned around, taking a step back. You watch as Ena shoves the thing back into her chest void, placing her sharper hand on her hip. You blink twice, expecting her to elaborate, she doesn’t.
"I'm sorry...?"
"You better be!! Good thing I put insurance on you, or this would be an unfortunate circumstance." Salesperson takes over, making Ena look quite proud of herself.
You frown your eyebrows together, "You put insurance on me? Like, life insurance?" When did she time to do that? How did she even do that?
Before you decide whether or not you should be offended from being called a liability, the whiplash from Meanies screaming sends a dull ache through your skull. You bring a hand to your temple in an attempt to smooth it out.
"Of course! Every great entrepreneur knows to put insurance on the things that could be a great liability. NOW ANSWER THE STUPID QUESTION!! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU?"
You don't know how to explain to Ena that sometimes the human body just does things, and you definitely didn't want to talk about how a runny nose works or what snot is.
You let out a small sigh. "I'm not broken. I have the sniffles or something. It's probably just allergies." Not really caring if she knows what allergies are, you shrug your shoulders and start to walk towards your destination. "C'mon, let's get going."
You don't have an idea where these "allergies" would have possibly come from, especially since you haven't seen a real plant or experienced any noteworthy weather changes; but you decide it's best not to have Ena worry more than she already has.
Little did you know that you failed this task, leaving Meanie glaring at your back with her arms crossed and her mouth in a tight line.
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The morning after, it started to go downhill. Your sniffles turned into sneezing and coughing. Your sinuses drained into your throat and nose, making it difficult to talk or breathe normally. You couldn't even stand up without your ears popping and getting dizzy because of it.
You couldn't remember the last time you've felt this deadly ill.
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"Ena, poking me isn't going to help." You swat her hand away half-heartedly, squeezing your eyes a little tighter in an attempt to keep the light away.
You were currently lying in the makeshift bed in Ena's home, a place you've also taken to since having her be your guide. Ena is sitting at your side, resting her red hand against the bed while observing you with the other. Almost like if she presses your skin in the right order, it'll make you feel magically better.
It's not that you would usually withdraw from her touch, but every time her skin touches yours, a throb of pain follows close after. You look up to her with a pitched expression to see her eyes boring into yours. A frown decorates the white side of her face.
"What?" You breathe out, your voice predominantly deeper.
"You look awful."
"Thanks..."
Ena tilts her head, lifting her hand once again, though this time not to poke, but instead rest it against your forehead. You make a small noise at the pressure of her hand. Her hands (especially on the Meanie side you've noticed) were always cold, but right now, you couldn't mind less with how good it feels on your flushed skin.
"You lied to me about breaking. You can't even do your stupid human things normally." Meanie gumbles, softer than usual but still bold and clear.
"Stop calling it that. This happens to my species all the time, like 2 or 3 times a year. Sometimes more. It's just a cold."
"Just like how it was just allergies? Tch, whatever that means."
Ah, that's what she's really trying to say.
You let out a deep sigh out of your mouth since your nose isn't effective at the moment. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to worry you, but I shouldn't have brushed it off." You bring a hand to her forearm and give it a tiny squeeze. "I'll be okay, I promise.
Ena stares for at you for a moment, probably to make sure you were telling the truth. Her gaze eventually softens a bit, and she swoops away a piece of hair from your forehead. "How long will this 'cold' be ailing you for?"
"Mm, there's not really a time limit to being sick, but if I had to guess? Three days, if I rest right. Though we don't have medicine here, so..." You trail off.
"And what does this resting entail exactly?"
"Sleeping, medicine, soup or tea, quietness." You emphasize the last part. "I probably won't be able to come with you for the next couple of jobs."
It's actually hard to believe that she hasn't left on a job without you. Insisting instead to sit here so you don't "expire on her" as she puts it. You're not sure of what that means, but you kind of feel bad for holding her back.
"Sorry for keeping you here, by the way. I know it's not really your favorite."
Her red side smiles, both her hands go to grasp yours. "Well, what kind of entrepreneur let's their greatest associate suffer?"
You smile back at her, ignoring your skin getting warmer at the thought of being her "greatest associate"
"Thank you, Ena, you're the best"
"Ughh, don't make me sick."
You roll your eyes playfully, "Does this mean I'm technically hiring you for the next few days? I don't exactly have anything for a proper transaction, but maybe we can count it as a favor?"
The salesperson side perks up, swaying in a back and forth motion. You watch as her hair moves in sync. "A transaction without any material gain, but instead spiritual. What a fascinating concept! I suppose a proper business always adapts to the clients' needs, including payment. Do tell me, what will be my first task?"
You utter out a soft laugh at her excitement. Letting out a groan, you sit up right in front of her and gently take off her hat, setting it on the bed next to you.
"Rest with me?"
Ena looks at you with mild astonishment, almost like she's never heard those words in her life. Hell, you would believe that she hasn't with how much she runs around. After a moment of her buffering, she finally speaks up, but in a way you haven't yet heard.
"I'm not sure I know how."
A whisper of uncertainty leaves her lips, formed by both sides of her. It was so quiet that if you weren't just a couple of inches away, you would've missed it. You decide that you never want to as a tender smile pulls at your lips.
"Let me teach you." You voice back almost as gently, pulling her down with you for a long awaited rest.
As you know, school started a couple of months ago, and usually, that means doing ALOT of work and getting used to schedules. So I have been VERY busy, especially since I'm in my second year of being a CNA.
BUT
I REALLY wanna start writing for a while again. Especially since a lot of good indie shows (cough cough Knights of Guinevere) are coming out.
Say "ME!!!!" If you wanna read a corny intro draft to a Jasper x Reader fanfiction I've been working on!! (STEVEN UNIVERSE JASPER BTW)
Well, you're seeing it anyways!!!!
You were a mess.
If not physically, at least emotionally and spirituality.
You came to terms with that the moment you submitted the official withdrawal paper to your university. Or maybe it was when you packed everything you owed in your old rusty fuckass car and drove 5 hours away from home.
You didn't tell your parents, siblings or friends, (not like you had many of those in the first place.) Instead deciding to call your mom and dad a couple days after you got settled into your new tinyish home.
That call...uh didn't go well. Obviously. You were prepared for whatever hysterical screaming and crying your parents had for you and took it with tears of your own.
You remember it faintly, sitting on your dirty back porch steps while biting your bottom lip until you could taste metallic. The phone in your hand shook as you beg them to just see your side of the story.
They weren't having it.
So you hung up.
You haven't heard from them in months.
Luckily, you haven't had much time to think about it, as you were currently trying to make money to survive. Which actually was going pretty well considering you were living of off savings and working random jobs.
Beach City was small, so it wasn't hard to find jobs that were hiring. The first few weeks there, you had a couple job interviews lined up and got working shortly after. They were easy, a nine-to- five at the local library to carry your week days, and an opening shift at the Big Donut for the weekends. Combined, it made enough money for food and bills.
That's all you could ask for considering the situation your in right now. Not mention most of the people in Beach City were nice enough, if not interesting.
Actually, the people here were very interesting...
may I please get a Betty x reader cuddle session.. stares and begs (I love Betty she’s so augh..)
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Betty x Reader
☆ Cuddle Session with Betty late at night.
☆Warning(s) none
☆Author Note(s) Had this in my drafts for a bit. I think I forgot to post it? Idk, but it's so cute. I hope you enjoy <3
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☆ It wasn't often you felt truly and utterly relaxed. It was rare to take a breath and not have to think about the things around you. Work, school, people, money... and now, due to these glasses, objects. Your day to day life changed completely, and of course, it can be overwhelming.
Dealing with people wasn't your thing in the first place. A surge of anxiety hit you every time you tried talking to somebody. Your hands get shaky, and so does your voice. Breathing gets just that much harder.
You've gotten better though. Well, you think at least... Sure! There would be some stress here and there having to worry about a hundred- something different people - (uh, objects that is.) But the all the stress was worth it.
You've made close friends and lovers. You've gone on adventures. You've learned about the things around you.
You've helped and taken care of the things around you.
"So it was worth it." You decided out loud while laying in your bed one night. A lamp was on, a warm glow cradling the left side of your face. The sound of droplets hitting the window above you filled your ears.
"Worth what lover?" A soft voice asks from next to you. Your body flinches involuntary, not really expecting the voice. Did you really forget to take off the dateavadoirs? That's weird. Guess you were just used to them being on your face all day.
When you turn your head towards the direction of the voice, you immediately see a head of pink curly hair. It seems as though your body relaxes instantly when Betty's face comes into view. She did tend to have that effect on people. Then you feel a small warmth spread across your face. Whether it was from her or the fact you just got caught talking to yourself, you weren't sure.
Betty was lying down in the bed a couple of inches away from you. A hand supported her head while she laid on her side. A fond smile could be seen on her face. For a moment, you play around with the thought that she was smiling because of you.
"Lover?" Betty repeats once again, forcing you out of your thoughts.
"Ah- sorry, nothing. I was just thinking, I suppose..." You pause for a second, trying to look for a reason to switch the subject. Your eyes drift to the cat clock placed on the dresser. In bold red numbers, it read 12:43. Wow. That is later than you thought it was gonna be.
"Is it pretty late, isn't it? What are you still doing up?" You question in a lowered voice, realizing that most of the others were asleep by now.
Betty hums and pouts a bit while twirling one of her locks around her finger. "The same as you, though that's pretty normal for me. What's got you thinking so much that you're up so late at night?"
Betty stops twirling her hair to place a hand on yours. She runs a thumb up and down the back of it, warming it up in the process. You make a small note in the back of your mind about how smooth and soft her hand is. Almost as though it was made for this specific task.
"Feeling alright?" She asks in a concerned tone.
A small grimace spread across your face. How could you even answer that? 'Oh, you know, my entire change within a few minutes because a hacker sent glasses through my door, and now I have to make sure every object in my house is good. But I'm okay!' Jesus. That all seems too heavy, no?
Her eyes avert yours after a moment. "You know, this may not come as a shocker or anything, but as your bed, I feel some kind of responsibility to keep you comfortable."
She giggles a bit, "I know it must sound odd hearing that. But I assure you I do enjoy it. So, talk to me... or don't. We can always watch a movie or read together -"
Betty looks back up to you when she suddenly feels your hand lace with hers. You let out a deep sigh, leaning your head back a bit more on the pillow below your head.
"I think..." You start in a small voice. "I think I need a break. From talking and doing things, I mean." Holding Betty's hand a little tighter, you prepare for what you're gonna ask next.
"Can we just cuddle?" You feel blood rush to your cheeks for a second time tonight. For some reason, that was the hardest to get out. You felt silly almost, asking this beautiful lady laying in your bed to hold you.
Betty lets out a small laugh, smiling big. "If just laying here, with me, makes you feel better, then I'm glad to do it anytime time hun. Come here."
Betty lays on her back, pulling you closer to lay on her chest. She places one hand on your back and another in your hair, running through it. You wrap an arm around her, feeling the soft curve of her body. She was soft and gentle, but stable at the same time.
Taking a deep breath, you inhale her scent. She smelled like fresh sheets out of the dryer, wood, and a bit like your perfume. Which made sense. You do lay in her every night.
It takes a minute, but you let your breathing slow. You try to focus on the way she massages and scratches your scalp while brushing the knots out of your hair with her fingers. You focus on the up and down of her chest, gently rocking you asleep. You focus on the rain hitting the window above you two.
For the first time in a long time, you let everything in your head slip. It didn't matter, not here and now. All that mattered was the way Betty held you tight.
Eventually, your eyes became heavy and warmth overcame you, successfully pulling you into a gentle slumber that you could only describe as peaceful.
Betty smiles when she hears your soft snores. She looks at your sleeping form with nothing short of love and admiration. She sighs, planting a chaste on the top of your head. "Goodnight, love."
O GRACIOUS OVERLORD MACARI I HUMBLY REQUEST THE HANKS FROM DATE EVERYTHING! romantically, and I have no specific requests, I’m just going feral for hanks content
THIS IS MINE REQUEST IF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND TO WRITE IT
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Hank(s) x Reader
☆ Romantic Headcannons
☆Warning(s) Suggestive-ish, Injuries
☆Author Note(s) O VALUED FOLLOWER, I SHALL GIVE YOU THIS AS MY OFFERING!! (Sorry for not posting, writers curse hit me hard). Hope you enjoy<3
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☆ Although they are considered a hivemind by many residents of the household, when it comes to loving on you, the Hanks each have their own love languages.
Different strokes for different folks if you know what I mean.
☆ Though, one thing they all have in common is words of affirmation and quality time. The Hanks are not afraid to tell you just how radical and gnarly you are. Feeling down in the dumps and insecure? Not around these men you aren't. It's like getting gang banged with compliments every waking moment.
You think you look ugly? The Hanks are already hooping and hollering about how hot you look.
☆ The Hanks are always by eachother, and now that your apart of them, your never gonna get alone time. Sleeping? All in a cuddle pile. Cooking? Hope you're kitchen doesn't set on fire. Peeing? At least one of them is sitting on the sink and telling you about the radical stunt they just did.
☆ When your sick, it's basically like your in a hospital. The Hanks will spend the entire day taking care of you and making sure your feeling good. How do they know what to do? Hank 3 of course! Guess you could say he knows how to make you feel better in more ways than one.
They also carry you everywhere, so that's a bonus.
☆ All of them have different ways of kissing you.
Hank 1 takes the lead, and is normally the one initiating. His kisses are firm and meaningful, making you smile each time. When you pull back, he's looking at you with the dumbest most lovestruck face ever.
Hank 2 is more shy, careful as though he may hurt you some way. Hands are shakily placed on your hips while your hand is steadily place on his cheek. Overall, you're gonna have to initiate if you want a good kiss out of him.
Hank 3 leaves you dizzy and hot. He somehow knows which place to kiss, when to kiss, and how to kiss it. His lips aren't the only thing that are on you either. He is super handsy. Cheek, neck, abdomen, hips, ass, etc. It doesn't matter as long as your comfortable with it. Takes the longest out of all 5 of them, (which leads to some complaining from the others.)
Hank 4 is excitable and sweet. His kisses are kind of messy. Hand in your hair, tongue in your mouth type deal. He kisses you with the type of passion that makes you think he's gonna die tomorrow.
☆ If you ever get hurt on one of the Hanks gnarly adventures? All of them are either freaking out or grimacing. Even if it's not they big of a deal, they are all over you. Then they're voices overlap in worry and it's super overwhelming. God forbid you break a bone, Hank 2 is passing out. You will NOT be leaving that bed anytime soon, and just like when your sick, your getting carried everywhere.
Hank 5 is passionate in a whole other way. His kisses are chaste but passionate. Every kiss you receive from him, you can feel the love and longing he has for you. Type of man to pick you up and spin you around <3
☆THEY ALL TASTE LIKE GRAPE!
☆ Cuddling with the Hanks is the warmest and most comfortable thing ever. But it gets a little too warm during the summer so make sure Hector turns up the air conditioning. Blankets, snacks, and the afterglow of a super adrenaline inducing challenge? Perfect conditions for a relaxing night of movies, kissing, and talking about eachothers dreams.
☆Not up to go on an adventure? That's perfectly okay! The Hanks don't mind letting you sit back and watch them put on a show.
"Its okay hun! Just chillax and look pretty while we impress you with our sick moves!"
"Yea! We'll have you feeling like a female bird in no time babe!"
"YEA!"
Fucking dorks <3
☆ After the Hanks are realized, they of course have to learn how to be human. And between that and going on with their own dreams, they dont exactly have time to see you has often. This is hard for all of them, as they aren't used to being away from you for so long. Don't worry though, they always make time to visit and catch up on the loving they've missed.
hihi,,, can I ask you for,,,, johnny splash x writer!reader? Like the reader wrote a poem or something along the lines of that for him,,, not sure if this is too silley
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Johnny Splash x Writer Reader
☆You write Johnny a lil something to show your love <3
☆Warning(s) Anxiety, You go through writers block. (Ik scary) Dont worry, Dorian gives you advice.
☆Author Note(s) Hi Penpall!! I'm so sorry this took so long. Believe it or not, I got horrible writers block, hence the story. I still hope you enjoy <3
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☆ You suppose you're not one to get writers block. Ideas seemed to pop into your head fast and smooth, like a river of sorts. You write as a hobbie, a job, a form of appreciation towards the people/thing you love the most.
So when you went to write a confession for your shower of a crush, you didn't think it would be this hard...
Johnny was your inspiration. A beacon of light radiated off of him, forging a path of admiration and appreciation for your work. He encouraged you to write your ideas and opinions of the world.
In return, you usually find yourself writing songs that he can sing. Little whips thought out carefully to fit his... unique vocal abilities. You sit at his mercy, listening as he performs, and pay attention to how every vowel sounds on his tongue.
Eventually, it started to become a routine. Every week or so, you and Johnny would sit on the bathroom floor. Coming up with lyrics and singing together. It didn't have to be necessarily good. Hell knows you're not much of a singer yourself. It just had to be with him.
As your feelings grew for Johnny Splash, unfortunately, so did your inability to write. When it came to writing this dumb confession letter, it felt as though you were paralyzed. Nothing seemed to be perfect enough, an anxiety washed over you every time you tried to lift up a pencil or type on your keyboard.
You just wanted this to be perfect because you thought he was perfect.
"...ugh dammit."
Letting out a huff of frustration, you erase another sentence on the paper you were working on. Using your hand, you swipe off the eraser leftovers. You stare at the paper for what feels like an hour, eventually giving up and laying your head on the desk.
"Trouble in paradise?" A deep voice asks.
Lifting your up head lazily, slowly blinking at the man in front of you.
"Hi Dorian." You let out in an exasperated sigh.
"Hello love, what seems to be the trouble?" Dorian asks, guarding his place at the door, staring at you with his brows frowned together.
"Y'know Johnny?"
"The one with the ear grating singing?"
"Yea."
Dorian crosses his arms as he waits for you to continue.
"I fancy him, and I'm trying to write something cutsy, but it's just not coming to me...I'm frustrated"
Dorian hums, "This is why friendship is better. No awkward tension and frustration, just the smooth sailing of companionship. Beautiful thing, I'll tell you."
You groan, banging your head back on the desk below you. "You're not helping."
He sighs, uncrossing his arms to run a quick hand through his hair. "If he likes you, then you shouldn't have to worry about being perfect or - uh 'cutsy," as you say." Dorian pauses for a brief moment. "Don't let your fears control how you express your love for something."
With that, he turns around and goes back to guarding the door like the conversation didn't happen in the first place.
You look at the door for a moment, then at your paper, and start writing.
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The next day, you walk with excitement towards your downstairs bathroom. With a quick hand movement towards your head, you put on the magical glasses that start this all. A few seconds later you see the man you were looking for.
"Hii Johnny!"
Johnny perks up a bit, smiling when he meets your eyes. "Well, hello there gorgeous, you seem mighty energetic today." Johnny takes one of your hands, bring it up to his lips and giving it a firm kiss.
You smile, a blush crawling from your cheeks to your ears. God, you love this man. It takes you a moment to remember what exactly you came here for.
"Here-" You reach your hand out, a small folded note with a pink heart drawn on it can be seen. "-this is for you, Johnny. I- uh, I hope you like it."
He give your hand a squeeze before letting it go and then takes the note you carefully crafted. "Thank you sugar."
You laugh a bit, "You haven't even opened it yet!"
Johnny opens the note, "Any gift from you is worth thanking." He says, then drifts his eyes down to read it.
Letting out a nervous exhale, you watch as Johnny's tired eyes take in the contents on the paper. You watch as his face flushes, his eyes widen, his mouth going agape. You didn't know if this was a good reaction or not.
"So...um, do you like it?" You ask hesitantly.
He snaps his eyes back up to you, and a second later, you seem to be swipped off the ground. "Do I like it?! Darlin' this is 'bout the sweetest thing I've ever done gotten!" His lips make contact with your face, peppering kisses all over.
You giggle, "Really?? I'm glad. I was nervous to give it to you..." You grab his face, giving him a kiss of your own.
"Gorgeous, I will always be impressed with whatever you give me. Plus, I'm usually the one tryin' to impress you..." Johnny holds you close by the waist, inching towards your lips with a hand under your chin.
"Johnny... you'll always impress me." You close the gap, and for a moment, you forget you're in your bathroom.
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