Ah, yes. The most pressing question for a multi-fandom writer. Below, youāll find a couple of fandoms that I am in and will write fanfiction for, and then youāll find a list of characters and ships that I write for. You can send a request for anyone or pair on the list, but Iām a bit slow so it might take me awhile to get to it. (As a side note, I usually write my works with female readers. If you would like your request as a male reader or as a gender neutral reader, please put that in the ask.)
Haha... so I swear you guys Iām still here and Iām still writing (I literally started this fic in January and my mental state will not let me finish this for whatever reason) but like Iām trying to work on it as fast as I can and everything
But Iām feeling kinda down... so could you maybe tell me something you like about my blog? Or even just a story that I wrote that you enjoyed or something. Just a little pick me up because I could use it. Anyway love you all!
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Turtle buddy, I adore you!Ā You are one of myĀ favorite followers, and Iām so happy Iāve had the chance to meet you.Ā Youāre such a sweet, kind soul that always finds a way to brighten my dash.Ā I hope you had a great day today, and Iām sending you all the love in the world! š
š„ŗš„ŗ I love you ššš our turtle army will be superior, and Iām also super happy that I could meet you! I hope your day is wonderful, too šš
Me: *has been working on a New Yearās fic since January 3*
The Date: *January 31*
The fic: *incomplete*
Me: āthis is fineā
Iām so glad yāall donāt yell at me for not getting content out faster but like Iām so sorry. But itās coming soon! I guarantee itāll be out before the end of February, so...
Hi! Itās me! Iām working on something and Iām hoping to get it out within the next... Iāll say three days, maybe longer. But my target is three days.
Anyway, to the point of this post-
I had one (1) person ask my about a Taglist, and just out of curiosity... is there anyone else thatās interested in being on a taglist? If this post gets a couple interactions, Iāll make the form and post it so you guys can fill it out if youād like.
A/N: Guess whoās back to post a quick fic bc she was in her feels last night? You guessed right- this bitch. Olivia Rodrigoās song rly fucked me up, so this is kinda based off of something I went through. Pairing is up for interpretation. Give me your best guess about who this would most likely be about in the Trap House lmao, I wanna know. Itās been a hot minute since Iāve written in general, so pls be kind. Iām a tad rusty.Ā
You were stupid enough to believe him. Your hopes and dreams of a happy forever after were crushed, right in front of your eyes. You thought he was different, thought that he was the one. After all, he promised, didnāt he? He promised that he was different, promised that he would wait for you forever, if thatās what it took. He stole your heart, and with it, your sanity and self-esteem. He told you that he would love you so gently, then took your heart and stomped on it until there was nothing left but a bloody stain on the ground. You couldnāt even say his name, because your throat clogged and your eyes burned with unshed tears every time you tried to choke out his name.Ā
Driving around only made you think of him more, made you remember the happier days spent laughing and singing along to the songs on the radio. How his fingers intertwined with yours, how right his hand felt in yours, like it was meant to be. The sound of his breathless laughter, and the way his eyes shone with adoration when he looked at you. Soft kisses exchanged, gentle touches.Ā
There was nothing gentle about it, when he broke your heart. Broke you. Sometimes, you found yourself pulling over to take a breath when you were driving, because the memories hit you hard. It was hard to breathe, now that he wasnāt in your passenger seat, singing along to the radio. Your hand was cold, missing the warmth he brought along. Everything seemed duller now that he was gone.Ā
I have a request to write, technically two, but Iām writing this little special piece for someone, so I know I can do that. And now I have this idea that I want to do but on top of that I got another idea.
I want to write them all right now but thatās impossible š I canāt wait to get these out
Anon who requested the notes thingie here...I legit squealed with delight when i saw the notif for your blog pop up!!! Thank you so much for writing my request, it was absolutely amazing and so cute. And I have never related more with a reader-insert, because I would have overthought and erased that heart in the first note as well, 100% XD again, thank you so much for taking the time to do my request and i'm really excited for future writing you post!!! Have a nice day <3
I- oh my gosh šš you just made my whole morning right here. Iām so glad that you liked it! It took me a little bit to get it out but I loved writing it. Glad you could relate and thank you so much for sending this feedback I really love it ššššš„ŗš„ŗ I hope you have a great day, too!
Hello! I recently found your blog and I really liked your work <3 May I request something for lucifer from obey me? just some fluff, maybe the reader/mc has made a new habit of leaving little snacks with notes for lucifer, since he tends to overwork himself? like, the notes just read "dont forget to rest" or "i love you", things like that. I hope its not too specific. thank you!!
Hehe my first request since my blog update! Glad you like my work and I hope you like the story!
Whatās up guys? Itās me again! See, I promise, Iām slowly resuscitating my blog. Apparently, it just takes me forever to write, so thatās fun. But anyway, I am here to deliver an imagineto you! My requests are open, and I have a whole list of different fandoms and characters I write for, so feel free to drop a request in and I will get to it! Itās just Iām a little slower now when it comes to writing. Hope you enjoy this one!
You were walking down the halls of the House of Lamentation, just heading back to your room after classes. Your teachers had given you a ton of work to do, and you figured that if you started now, you might be able to finish it all before you passed out from exhaustion. But if youāre being honest, you might do a few assignments and then procrastinate and turn the rest of them in late or make an excuse as to why you couldnāt do them. Maybe Diavolo would take pity on you and give you a pass or something.
As you walked by, you passed the door to Luciferās office. You stopped outside, wondering if he was in there. You didnāt want to disturb him if he was working, but you just wanted to check up on him. You heard some soft music playing, which was just a little sign to you that he was in there. You sighed, hesitating outside the door, before you just shook your head and walked away from the place.
Honestly, you really felt bad for Lucifer. He was always in his office, almost like he was trapped in there because of the paperwork. You knew he never left, because when you would sneak down for a midnight snack from the kitchen or to get some water, you could hear that soft music playing from behind the door. He just had to be exhausted, working that late into the night without a lot of sleep, rarely taking breaks often. You could appreciate his work ethic, but you knew that was also one of his flaws, that he really would just work too hard.
With Lucifer always in his office, that also meant that you didnāt get to spend as much time with him as you wanted. Youād actually gone to hang out in his office, and those times were great. It was easier to talk to him than it normally was, and it gave you an excuse to make sure he was taking breaks and eating and all the good things. But even in those precious times, someone would come in with more work for him to do, or more forms he had to review and sign. It always seemed to kill the mood, and that smile of his that would show up would quickly disappear.
The hall seemed to stretch on forever, but you finally arrived in front of the door to your room. With a heavy sigh, you pushed the door open, heading straight for your desk, dropping your bag down beside the chair. You knew this was going to be a long night, and not even a single ounce of your being was looking forward to doing all this work. As you settled into your chair, you pulled out your various notebooks and textbooks, diving in and getting started.
Hours later, you decided it was time for a break. You were about halfway through with everything you had to do that night, but you knew you needed some sort of sustenance and water if you were going to keep going. Hopefully Beel hadnāt already cleaned out the kitchen, and maybe there would be a snack or two left for you. You stretched out your arms and legs, a few satisfying pops and cracks following the motions.
Quietly, you slipped out of your room and headed back down the long hallway, on your way to the kitchen. Before you headed to your destination, you wanted to check on Lucifer. Youād been working for awhile, and you really hoped that heād decided to take a break, or maybe heād stopped for the night. It was late anyway, and most of the other brotherās were asleep, with the exception of Levi. Heād told you he was waiting for a new sale that was starting tonight, and there was no way he would be sleeping until it was open.
When you stopped at the eldest brotherās office, you noticed that the door was cracked, but the music was still playing. A sign that he would be in soon, and you assumed he mustāve went to get something quickly, or maybe a bathroom break. A realization came to you that now was a chance to get him some water, because you were certain he hadnāt been properly hydrating.
You ran to the kitchen, making sure you were light on your feet so no one would hear your thundering steps. Snagging two bottles of water, you checked the cabinet, and it seemed you were in luck. There was a few snack options, and you grabbed your favorite of the options, then grabbed something you knew Lucifer would like. You hurried back to his office, feeling a bit like a spy on mission.
He still wasnāt back, and you walked into the room, heading straight for his desk. Papers were a bit scattered, his pen left on top of a small stack of documents. From the looks of it, he probably wouldnāt be stopping until the early morning with this amount of work. A sigh escaped your lips, and you went to set the water and snack on top of the papers, making sure he would see it. You noticed a stack of sticky notes nearby, and you grabbed one, placing it in front of the little refreshments youād brought. Grabbing his pen, you wrote a little note.
āDonāt forget to have some water and food to keep you going. If you get a chance, please take a break, because youāre health is more important than the work.ā
You signed your name at the bottom, adding a little heart. But, as you looked at it, you realized the heart was a bit forward. He could be coming back to his office at any moment, and you knew you didnāt have much time left. Somehow, you managed to turn the heart into a strange looking flower. Satisfied with your work, you put the pen back how you found it and ran out of his office, making sure you grabbed your own snack and water.
You made it back to your room unseen, and you took your snack break. It was more needed than you thought it was, because you seemed to be starving. The snack would be enough to hold you over, but youād probably eat a little more at breakfast the next morning. Once you finished the snack, you walked back to your desk, setting the water down and getting back to work.
At some point during the night, youād passed out on your desk. Notebooks sprawled out, papers scattered, pens on the floor but luckily your pencil stayed safe, just a few inches away from your hand. You woke with a start, an alarm you hadnāt realized youād set blaring some annoying tune that you just had to turn off. When you finally succeeded in that task, you looked at the mess of things on your desk. Turns out youād gotten more than you thought you had, and there were only a couple of assignments you would need to turn in late. Lucky.
You stretched out your hands, your back arching as you yawned, your body trying to wake up. It hadnāt been the most comfortable sleep, but at least it was something. As you were stretching out, you glanced down and you noticed a bright pink square. Next to the pink square, there was a water bottle, and what looked like some sort of food. Breakfast food. Wiping at your face, you blinked a couple times, waiting for your vision to clear up some. Then, you grabbed the note, bringing it to your face so you could read it.
āThank you for the food and drink, and donāt worry, I took a break eventually. Looks like you could use some of the same. Donāt be late for class.ā
The words were written in a fancy script, almost cursive, and it was very easy to tell that Lucifer had left it. There was even a small little flower drawn on the corner of the note. It made you smile, and you moved to eat your food and to get ready for school.
Neither of you ever really mentioned the notes to each other, it was just an unspoken thing between you. Each of you appreciated what the other had done, and it was almost like it was your little secret.
It started off as just that. Every now and then, you would leave a little note for Lucifer in his office. Most of the time, there was a bottle of water and a snack with it. Sometimes just the water, or sometimes it was just a little note for a check in. Usually, some sort of drawing accompanied it, of course, nothing with too much detail. Just a little something to maybe make him laugh or smile.
For whatever youād left, he always gave you a note back. Even if it was just to say thank you. Heād leave them around your room, and sometimes, if he felt daring, even on your door.
This little passing of notes between you, it was almost like a game of tag, waiting to see if the other would leave something, waiting with anticipation to see how they would respond to whatever had been left. It was a wonderful little thing. So wonderful, that eventually, it became and everyday thing. Youād leave a little sticky note on his door, in his office, or just places around the House of Lamentation that you knew he would see. Most of the time, if you werenāt feeling super creative, you would just write hello in different languages, or maybe leave him random facts about yourself. The facts were his favorites, and you didnāt know, but he always saved the notes in one of his drawers.
Lucifer was walking to his office, and when he reached the door, he noticed a little blue square, just right above the door handle. He smiled, going to pull it off of the door to look at it closer.
āOut of all the stars, my favorite has to be the morning starā
The little compliment made him flush, and he quickly went to his office, going to put the note in the little drawer. He sighed, sitting down in his chair, leaning back as he spun a little bit as he thought.
He would never admit just how much your little notes meant to him, but he absolutely loved to read them. It made his heart swell with pride, and a little something else, too. The messages you left them, no matter how strange or weird, he found them wonderful and adorable. Even if it was just some random fact that taco cat is the same spelled backwards or forwards.
With each little note, he could feel himself slipping more and more into these little feelings for you. It had started off as a simple little crush, and then you actually took the time to check up on him, make sure he was pacing himself while he worked, also making sure that he was caring for his health. Just showing that sort of care towards him, it made him feel something a little stronger for you than just his little crush.
He sighed, rubbing his temple as he sat in thought. He hated not being able to do anything about these feelings for you, just keeping them trapped in his head and in his heart. It frustrated him, the fact that his thoughts kept wandering to you, knowing that he couldnāt act on them.
Wait a second... why couldnāt he act on them? He is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. Heās the oldest, heās well respected, hardworking... so couldnāt he act on these feelings? Let you know that he wanted to hang out, more than just leaving these little notes between you? Of course he could.
He went to stand up, his brain determining that he should just talk to you, but then he stopped. Something about it didnāt feel right, and what would he even say? Slowly, he sat back down in his chair, now lost in his own thoughts. How was he supposed to do this? Luciferās eyes began to wander, and he settled on a sticky note pad.
It was almost as if a lightbulb had went off over his head, moving to grab the pad so he could begin writing. The perfect way to do this would be through your own little communication system, wouldnāt it be? This definitely felt like it was the right way. He took his time, elegantly writing out his little message. He looked it over, shook his head, and threw it out. Starting over, he wrote it out again, workin the phrase just a bit differently. Turns out, he didnāt like it any better. Writing this note for the third time, he made another few adjustments. This continued for about half an hour, until he finally crafted the perfect note.
Lucifer waited and then left, going to your room. He knew you werenāt back just yet, probably out with one of his brothers. He quickly slipped in, going to leave the note on your desk. There was no need to spend too much extra time in here, so he left relatively quickly, going to find something to do so that he wouldnāt think about the time. Now, he played the waiting game, feeling the anticipation of when you would see his note, wondering how you would answer it.
You came home a little while later, laughing as you walked back in with Mammon. Heād needed you to come along with him today to some sort of important event, but it turned out that the event was rescheduled or something, so the two of you just ended up hanging out together for a little while.
Once you could escape to your room, you flopped down on the bed, sighing as you relaxed into the soft material. It had been a bit of a long day, and you closed your eyes, just resting for a moment.
You woke up from your accidental nap, sighing as you sat up, just waiting for your body to truly wake up. When you finally did, you stood up and walked over to your desk, intending to start working on your other assignments or at least map out what you needed to do. Thatās when a small pink square caught your eye, and you picked it up to read it.
āIf your free, what would you think about dinner tomorrow? Just the two of us, at 7:00?ā
The little question made you smile, and you held the note close to your chest. So heād finally asked. You were bursting with excitement as you went to write on your own sticky note, your handwriting sloppy but still legible. You underlined what youād said, and this time, youād added the little heart. But it was under an exclamation point, so you could just play it off.
Nearly sprinting down the hall, you almost knocked over Mammon in your rush. But that didnāt matter, you could apologize later. You were just wanting to make it to Luciferās office as quickly as you could. Finally, you reached your destination, grinning to yourself as you realized he wasnāt in his office. You placed the note right in the middle of his desk, so that there was no doubt he would miss it, and then you dashed back out of the room. Now, you were headed to Asmoās room, hoping he could piece together some outfit for you to wear.
Lucifer was riddled with nerves when he made it back to his office, sighing as he closed the door. He hadnāt really been able to focus since heād left the last note, and it certainly didnāt help that you hadnāt answered yet. He knew you were back from RAD, because heās heard you and Satan talk as you came in. Hours had passed, and still nothing. Was that your way of saying no? Surely, youād tell him if you werenāt interested.
He sat down in his chair, reaching to grab a pen so that he could attempt to start on some paperwork, hopefully get through a few stacks, when something caught his eye. It was bright yellow, no mistaking that it was a sticky note. Luciferās heart pounded in his chest as he peeled it up, going to take a closer look at what it said. When he read it, a smile came to his face, followed by a quick breath of laughter. Just with a few simple words, you eased all his anxiety from the past few hours, almost making him forget them completely. He tucked the note away in his drawer, just smiling and overall pleased. He couldnāt wait.
āItās a date!ā
Three simple words, and it was enough to keep him smiling for the rest of the night.
Okay but you know how like penguins, when theyāre courting, the males will give the females a pebble as like... is it a proposal or something? And like if the female likes the male, theyāll start building the nest with the little pebbles?
Imagine thatās how Kirishima like slowly starts confessing to you. Like heāll leave little pebbles places for you, and like theyāre the prettiest ones he can find. Or like he paints them like the painted rocks and stuff.
