🎀𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎🎀

𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝟤𝟢-𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈-𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓀𝓂𝑒𝓃🇹🇲. 𝐼 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽, 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓀𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒾, 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑅𝓊𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃. 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓈. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒷𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[narinni]

hey! I wanted to say I really really love your writing! also I was wondering how you feel about writing more jerma x reader? I’d love to send in a request!

Yes!!! Please do. Sorry I haven’t been able to get to you, I’ve been taking a break from social media and stuff, but I’m open to taking requests💕

[narinni]

Are you still taking requests?

yes!!! I’m sorry it’s been a while, I’ve been taking a break from my socials and forgot my log in for tumblr so it was a whole ordeal😭, but I’M BACK!!

[narinni]

Can't wait for anything with XQC!

I took some creative liberties with this one anon, definitely fun to write.

XQC x GN!Reader

Desc.: established friendship, Félix is whipped for you, he’s a flustered boy😭, you might(definitely) have a crush on him, you’re a streamer, a teeny weeny bit of bad language

I’m Your Guy

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You set down your mug after taking a swig of coffee, letting the warmth of the drink encompass your body. For a moment, everything is calm, as your eyes scan the glowing monitors in front of you, taking in the flooding chat. Just then, you hear Félix’s feet pattering against the floor, getting louder as he gets closer to you. You sigh and look at the time at the bottom of one of the monitors; 11:30pm. You weren’t planning on streaming today, or partaking in any streaming activities, but you couldn’t ignore the onslaught of messages from Félix hours prior, begging you to join him for a stream. Initially, you declined, but when Félix called you, you picked up on his desperate and almost pathetic tone. You couldn’t say no. How could you? These past few months have been hard for him, dealing with the resurgence of PTSD episodes from being raided by the police raids a few years earlier.

Seeing as you’re one of Félix’s longtime friends, and live relatively close to him, you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no after his call. As Félix plops down on his gaming chair next to yours, you’re shaken from your thoughts. His eyes flick to yours before returning to the stream, and he begins to ramble about how he’s been dying to play Fall Guys with you on stream. You absentmindedly nod along, too exhausted to realize you’ve been staring at the menu screen of the game for the past 10 minutes. You fiddle with the controller, trying to distract yourself from your exhaustion. “Y/n….Y/n. Y/n. Y/n!”, Félix tilts his head as he looks at you with an amused expression, wide eyed. “Hm?”, you look up to meet his eyes and chuckle, “S-sorry”. “D-did you customize your-ah-ah, character or whatever?”, Félix stammers, returning his attention to the monitor. “Yeah…”. The screens change, transporting your character to the first round.

The gameplay quickly commences, with you immediately locking in with a new sense of focus now that the caffeine has kicked in. Your fingers rapidly move the joystick and press buttons, and soon enough, you find yourself winning. Félix lets out gasps and aggravated shouts, as you beat him over and over again. “Chat-chat, they’re actually crazy. They’re so good. That-that’s totally not fair!”. You look over at him with a proud smile, and his eyes flick to yours. “I totally could’ve won. Next time I’ll beat you!”, he smiles to himself. “Yeah?”, you question in a smooth voice, grinning slyly. Félix turns his head to you, an unusual expression plastered across his face. He looks…nervous? Flustered?

You’re not sure, but feel a strange sense of joy at the thought of making him flustered. You decide to press further, and lean close to him in your chair, dangerously close to him, “I’d like to see you try”. His smile drops and his lips part slightly, like he wants to say something but can’t find the words for it. If only you knew what he was feeling. You lean back and spin around, hunching over and bracing for the last round. After a few seconds, Félix swallows and turns back to the screen. He hopes it wasn’t too obvious how floored he got by something so simple as you being competitive. Throughout the last round, your eyes repeatedly flick to Félix, analyzing him.

Despite his streaming room being dark, the glow of the monitor illuminates his face. He’s red. Bright red. And his pale skin does nothing to hide his blush. You have to stifle a laugh, and focus back on the game. But after a few seconds, you feel something settle inside you; an alarmingly large part of you enjoyed seeing him like this. He’s funny and all when he’s screaming at his monitor stammering nonsense, but he’s borderline adorable when he’s so flustered by you that he can’t speak.

Expectedly, you absolutely demolish him once again and the chat spams insults at him. You laugh and turn to him, smiling widely, “Holy shit, I knew you were bad but damn…10 rounds and I didn’t even try that hard!”. He shakes his head, laughing a bit too. “That’s-that’s not fair! You totally cheated!”, he whines. “Bro, I did not cheat! You’re just jealous of-of..”, you look to the screen and point at your character, “My guy!”. “Your guy..?”, Félix’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, and he smiles akwardly. You giggle, “Yeah, my guy!”. His eyes flick back and forth, as he contemplates his next words. Félix looks back at you with an adorably stupid smile, “I thought I’m your guy”. You look at him dumbfounded and can’t help but to laugh. “You’re so fucking dumb….God, I love you”. Félix’s eyes widen a bit. “As a friend…obviously”, you quickly assert, though you don’t know if you actually mean that last part. Félix’s eyes flick from you back to the stream. “Yeah…a friend”, he smiles. He can see right through you, and god, does he love you too.

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[narinni]

Hi can you write a Jerma x reader where the reader hates thunderstorms and gets cute and cuddly together with him and he helps distract them from the storm? <3

help this was so much fun to write, literally so cute

Thunderstorms and TV

The entire night went by so fast. As nervous as you where when you first arrived at Jeremy’s house, you relaxed quickly. Something about his presence had always been so comforting to you. Seeing as tonight was only the second time you’ve spent the night together, and the first time you’ve slept at his home, you would should’ve felt jittery. But not tonight. It seemed as if everything was rolling along easily. Throughout the course of the night you played video games, played with Otto, and binged several movies. Jeremy even cooked for you, which was rare seeing as you where usually the one to cook. Everything seemed perfect, like a fantasy. Nothing could go wrong. You shifted closer to Jeremy as the two of you watched another movie together. He seemed almost too immerced in the movie to notice, but seconds later he slings an arm on the top of the couch, just above your head. You release a deep breath, feeling as content as can be. Just then you hear a loud crack tearing you from your bliss. Your head twitches in the direction of the sound, looking out of the window into the darkness outside. You see a bright light flash, the hear another crack. You where having too much fun with Jeremy to hear the rumbling of the sky, foreshadowing a stormy night. Your heart sinks into your chest, and you try to distract yourself by turning to watch the movie. You don’t get very far before hear another obnoxious snap. The anxiety building in the pit of your stomach rises. How embarrassing. Despite being relatively open with Jeremy, you have yet to tell him of your fear of thunderstorms. It’s the flashing light and the unexpected but loud claps that makes cortisole pump through your system. You cringe at the idea of Jeremy seeing you scared of thunder. As you think, Jeremy shifts his attention over to you. You moved away from him ever so slightly, which he took notice of. Your hushed, but panicked expression and your wide eyes darting around the room, is something he also took notice of. He quickly put the pieces together and decides to take action. He leans closer to you and places his hand on your shoulder, which he now noticed was trembling.

“You okay?” The sincerity in his voice almost empowered you enough to lie and confidently say you where fine, but another, louder crack of lightning leaves you shaken. You can only respond with a, “Y-yeah”, your voice cracking halfway in between. You mentally ridiculed yourself for how pathetic you sounded. Jeremy’s heart ached a little when he heard your response. He knows your lying, and asks again, “Baby, are you sure you’re okay? You know you can tell me”, with the hand grasping your shoulder, he uses his thumb to stroke it. You look down in shame as your cheeks begin to flush.

“I…No, not really, I just…dont like thunder” Your voice wavers and your cheeks flush harder. Jeremy’s face softens, and you swear he almost coos.

“I’m sorry baby”, his eyes trail around the room in thought, “I’ll make you feel better. Promise”. You look up at him in curiosity, and he takes the opportunity to pull you close to him. You’re not used to being so close to him, and you stiffen like a board under his touch, but your body soon relaxes as he guides your head to his shoulder. His arms encase your body, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. His head turns to yours and you look up at him, only to be met with his lips pecking your forehead. The sensation melts your anxiety away and you feel almost as if you’re sinking into him. You can hear the steady rythm of his heartbeat, it’s so loud against your ears that it almost completely block out the sound of the thunder. Like a lullaby, his heartbeat, and the occasional stroking of your hair lulls you to sleep, and you find it almost impossible to keep your eyes open. As you drift off to sleep in Jeremy’s arms, he looks down at you. Adoration swells in his chest, and he’s almost proud that he was able to quell your fears. He rests his head on top of yours and follows you to sleep. As you drift further into sleep, you are met with a rather heartwarming thought: Maybe the thunder isn’t so scary when he’s with you.

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[narinni]

Hay can you do a black reader (descendent of goddess Madoka) teleport themselves into attack on Titan, and now is trying to save everyone

Madoka’s Descendent!Reader x AOT(Part 1)

*Reader is gender neutral, and all relationships are platonic, also reader doesn’t know about the powers they possess it until later*

TW: mentions of death(granny🥺), and scary titan stuff

You would have never believed it was real. You only ever read about the Island of Paradis in old books your grandmother left to you. Each page of those withering books held stories of the ancient Island of Paradis. A small island of Germanic people struggling to survive admist the wake of flesh-eating monsters. You can still remember the image of you as a child sitting close to your grandmother as she read the contents of one of these books, imagining your life there. Despite the morbid daily occurrence these islanders experienced, there was still a part that seemed almost romantic to you. The lively bustling villages, the foreign language, the gentle sea, and the rolling feilds. The same rolling feilds that you are currently standing in…You are shaken from your train of thought as the wind picks up and blades of grass tickle your bare ankles.

The stories of Paradis where one’s that your parent’s disapproved of. Especially your mother. Up until your grandmother’s death, she tried to sway you from believing those stories. She called them fiction, a deception. Your grandmother is a loony old hag, and should not be corrupting your mind with talks of fiction. She did not trust your grandmother, particularly after she told you about your family lineage of “witches”. You never really understood why your mother disapproved ao heavily of your grandmother’s stories. You knew that long before you where born they had a falling out, but could not rationalize why she despised your grandmother’s stories in particular. Maybe she knew something you didn’t.

When your grandmother passed, you where devastated. A few days after her funeral you where given an envelope from your grandmother’s will advisor. Within that envelope contained an ornate key and a handwritten letter from your grandmother, including an adress and encouraging you to explore what the key holds. The adress led you to an old cottage, one you vaugely remeber visiting when you where little. You go to unlock the door with the key, but stop once you realize the door was already unlocked. You assumed the key was for something else, and continued into the cottage. It was old, dusty, and the floorboards creaked with every step you took. You paused for a moment to look at an framed photo. It was your grandmother and grandfather on their wedding day. She was beautiful. Her long black hair and soft almond eyes where always mesmerizing to you, even as she got older. And your grandfather fit the part too. Kinky hair picked in a small fro, and a warm smile. Your mother took features from them both, but did not seem to convey the same warmth. It’s a shame neither of them lived very long. Your attention shifts from the antique photo to a door adjacent to you. For no particular reason you feel inclined to open it. You try for the knob but realize it’s locked. You then reach into your pocket and fish out the ornate key. It fits into the lock, and with a twist of your wrist the door is unlocks with a click. You push open the door to be met with a plethora of books, one in particular catching your eye: “The Witch of Mitakihara Japan”. You carefully slide the book out of it’s crammed shelf and flip through the pages. You stop at a page wedged with a thick bookmark. As you read the page’s contents your eyes light up in curiosity. Kriemhild Gretchen, she’s said to be a very powerful and destructive witch that inhabits members of the Kaname family. Your curious eyes widen with horror. It couldn’t be just a coincidence that your grandmother spoke of a family lineage of witches and her surname happens to be Kaname as well…Could it? You shut the book almost as quickly as you opened it, and place it back on the shelf. You try to calm yourself and begin to look farther into the room, but you’re stopped once again when you notice an opened book on a table in the corner. It’s written in a language do not understand, but can read. The drawings in the center of the two page spread look somewhat ritualistic, and your mind races with thoughts of witchcraft. You scan the page more intensly and see only one word you recognize: Paradis. You contemplate reading the pages out loud, but seeing as there is a possibility that you yourself posses witch-like abilities, why would you pass this up? Maybe this could be a way to find out more about your grandmother. You spot a match box on the table and strike a single match against the side of the box, wasting no time to light the surrounding candles. You take a deep breath as the candles begin to illuminate the pages and recite the words. It’s a language that sounds almost like Latin, but you cannot speak Latin, and the words of the pages roll off your tounge almost as if you’ve recited the words many times before. As you near the last words, the room illuminates even brighter in a cerulean color. The bookshelves shake and picture frames rattle. You speak the last word and the room’s movement stops, all light goes out. The only sound in the darkness is a panicked breath of yours, but in a split second the room lights up so bright you squeeze your eyes shut in sensitivity and a blaring ringing sound commences. The light and ringing vanish almost as quickly as they began, and a chirping sound catches your attention. You open your eyes and are met with a mesmerizing scene. Birds flying over head, a feild of grass rolling with wind, it seemed almost familiar…

Another flock of birds flew overhead, and seconds later another. The hazy afternoon sunlight quickly faded as a gargantuan shadow blocked the light. The tranquil peacefulness of the scenery began to dull as the shadow became larger. You then became hyperaware of the loud cracking of branches and the rustling of trees. The rustling seemed so violent, almost as if some thing was moving them, like somethi-CRACK!

You turn around and are faced with what created that shadow. It-he(?) was ginormous. Blood thirsty eyes and a terrifying wide smile. You recognized it. The creatures…The flesh-eating monsters that the villagers in your stories had to survive. You couldn’t be here could you? No no, that couldn’t be, that-THUMP! It takes a step closer to you. THUMP! And another. THUMP! It’s pace quickens and you are met with the horror of your situation: It wants to eat you. You freeze with terror, you want to run but can’t. You squeeze your eyes shut, as if you can wake up from this nightmare. SLASH! You hear the sound of metal slicing flesh and seconds later, the sound of something heavy crashing. You open your eyes to see the giant meters in front of you. It’s jaw slack and eyes lifeless. You peer around it’s massive head to see a large slit in it’s throat. You begin to shake. It’s dead but you still feel just as scared.

“Are you alright?”

You whip your head around to see a taller male with light brown hair. He seems disheveled and out of breath, his cape is splattered with blood. You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. You stare at him expecting him to say something, but he stares back at you. Oh right, he’s probably never seen someone like you before. You hear multiple quick hisses of air and look to your right. Another male lands on the grass, along with a woman, and a smaller boy.

“Dammit Jean, I told you this one was mine!” The second male uses his fingers to comb back his dark brown hair and huffs in frustration. His eyes follow the first male’s and meet yours. “Wha-”

You feel a sturdy hand grab your arm and you turn. The woman from earlier is eyeing you up and down with general concern. “Are you hurt?” She asks. “N-no”, you manage to stammer.

“We should get them to the infirmary just in case!” The smaller boy squeaks.

“They said they’re fine Armin”, the second male says, seemingly out of his initial trance. He crosses his arms and looks to the first man, “Jean”. “Maybe we need a third opinion. Jean?”. He seems taken aback by the dark brunette’s request, and quickly tries to come up with an answer. Before he can, the female speaks up. “We still need to take them. No civillian should even be out here”, she replies and pulls your arm, guiding you to a horse-drawn wagon nearby. They all follow suite and find a place either on one of the two horses or in the wagon.

As the wagon begins to roll, you feel an unusual feeling in the pit of your stomach…Determination. You will get out of this place, and you won’t die trying.

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Hooray! You made it to the end. This is obviously just the beginning but I had a lot of fun writing this. I do apologize if there are any spelling errors. There WILL be a part two…eventually….let’s hope I don’t forget… Anyways, thank you to the Anon that requested this, I find it really interesting when two different universes are put together. It’s like the spider man multiverse thingy. Lol

[narinni]

🎀𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝑒🎀

Hello Dear! For my very first post i would like to define exactly what I will be posting and my rules.

🎀𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒🎀

I will be posting drabbles, scenarios, and reactions. Writing is mainly the point of this blog, but I’m definitely open to discussing topics like culture, politics, fashion, but not that often. I also will only post in English. It seems simpler to just post in one language, but you can request things and talk to me in another language, as long as it’s one I understand(see my bio). Also, because there is a pretty big chance of me posting nsfw content, I want NO MINORS to be interacting with NSFW content.

🎀𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑜🎀

I will write about most genres and scenarios, but here are some I can definitely do:

Genres( like blank!character x reader, or character x reader{fluff}, or character reaction to blank)

~NSFW

~Smut(limited will be explained)

~Fluff

~Angst

~Crack(maybe)

~Yandere(limits will be explained)

~Tsundere

~Basically all the deres, lol

~ooh almost forgot, I will write for any gender and specified pronouns! If you have a specific way you want yourself to be referred to(like size, features, race, ethnicity, personality), make sure to include that!

Characters/People:

~SEVENTEEN(ot13)

~Twice

~Viviz

~Monsta x(ot 7, Wonho will always be apart of monsta x to me😭)

~IVE(no smut for minor members)

~NCT

~AOT(all characters)

~Kakegurui(no smut for minor characters)

~Haikyuu(no smut for minor characters)

~Madoka Magica(no smut for minor characters)

~Howl Pendragon

~No Face

~Barbie

~Ken

~Alan

~Literally any Ryan Gosling character

~Patrick Bateman

~Leon Kennedy

~Ada Wong

~Claire Redfield

~Chris Redfield

~Jill Valentine

~Ethan Winters

~Mia Winters

~The Baker family(minus evelyn)

~Lady Dimistrescu

~Bella, Cassandra, and Daniella

~Mother(mommy) Miranda

~Carl Heisenberg

~Ryu(street fighter)

~Ken(street fighter)

~Cammy

~Chun-li

~Vega

~Luke Sullivan

~Cody Travers

~Basically any SF character that isn’t a minor(it’s way to many to list💀)

~TF2

~Red Dead Redemption

~Horror Movie characters(I’ll look them up if idk, and see)

~XQC(he’s annoying as shit but he’s a cutie)

~Hasanabi

~Jerma985

~Ludwig Ahgren

~QTCinderella

~Joel

~Vinny

~Ster

🎀𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒🎀

Here’s some things I will NOT do:

~Rape(self explanatory)

~Nothing too freaky(peepee poopoo stuff💀, feet)

~Smutt or anything remotely sexual for a minor(character or real person)

~Su*cide(self explanatory)

~Overly descriptive gore(yes I will write about death, murder, and injury, but nothing over the top and super descriptive)

Hooray You made it to the end! I will be posting on my own accord, but feel free to request anything that’s on the list. I will try my best to get to any request, but I am a busy college student(yay psychology😒). I do apologize in advance for any bad grammar, English isn’t my first language but I think I do pretty well.

🎀𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇🎀