#anonymous reader

[s0lrisafterhorus]

Imagine losing a bet because you lost to your own son at uno

-toji x reader-

Summary: Toji made a bet of 500 yen that he could win to his 4 year old son at uno. He’s now down 500 yen.

Reader is anonymous!

TW: swearing, gambling, megumi almost summoning Mahgora, not back read

Was there ever a day where you would find a sense of peace? Maybe there was but as long as you were in this house that wasn’t going to happen. Well it did happen sometimes but that was rarer than gold. Now here you are listening to your husband, Toji talk about how he bet 500 yen that he could win at uno against his four year old son, Megumi.

“Think about it! We could win 500 yen if I win.” Toji stated as if he was trying to convince you that this was a good idea. You stared at him in confusion as you tried to make it make sense in your mind. The main thing going on in your mind was how the hell someone come up with a bet like that?

“I’m not convinced and you said you would stop gambling.”

“This counts as gambling?” Toji asked. You only signed as two of your fingers rubbed ur temple. You could feel the pressure building up in your head due to this man. Then again you decided to marry him think you could change him.

“Toji he’s four. He probably doesn’t even know how to play uno.”

“I’ll teach him and then win.”

“No I’ll teach him because knowing you, you might try and make up some rules to make sure you win and only you.” You stated as you turned off the side lamp and curled more into Toji’s side. He only smirked as he closed his eyes before speaking again.

“I’ll win no matter what so does it really matter.”

That’s how last night ended. Now it was morning and you were teaching megumi how to play uno just so he’s prepared for the bullshit his father would pull on him because he’s four.

“Ok megumi you have to either match the color or the number of the card to pile and if you don’t have either of those you draw until you have a matching color or number.” You stated as you demonstrated what you were talking about to Megumi so he could understand the concept better. Toji narrowed his eyes as he watched you teach megumi how to speak play the simple card game.

“No you draw one card and that’s it.”

“I’m not about to argue with you on how to play uno TOJI!” You snapped your head towards him as Toji put his hands up in surrender knowing he probably wouldn’t win that argument. After 5 minutes of explaining, 2 practice rounds of you VS Megumi at uno and 3 separate times Megumi was about to summon the divine general Mahorga, it was finally time for Toji to play uno and win according to him.

To make it fair, in your terms you decided it would be best for you to shuffle the cards and deal them out. After you dealed out the cards you set the deck down and pulled off a card from the top to start the game. The color was blue and let’s say when Toji saw the color and then his cards he just glared at you.

“…what kind of hand is this?” Toji asked confused since he only had one blue card in his hand

“A winning hand.”

“I ONLY HAVE ONE-“ as your eyes narrowed Toji backed down the focused on the game. Surprisingly it was an intense game since the two of them knew how to play very well. If you ignored the amount of times Megumi was close to uno and when his had placed down a plus two he almost crashed

“WITH THIS TREASURE-“

“MEGUMI FUSHIGURO NO!” That was a close one…

After a couple of minutes of plus twos and plus fours and near death experiences it was clear who was going to be the winner.

“UNO and the color is red son.” Toji said with a smirk thing he was going to win. As he looked across the table his son Megumi was blank faced as Megumi placed down a red skip card, said uno and managed to put down a draw four in a minute.

“I win.” Megumi said as he stared at his dad at the end of the table who was in shock and confusion. How the hell did his four year old son win against him?

“Wow…you lost to a four year old in uno toji.” You stated trying to hold back your laughter. Toji was trying to form a sentence but couldn’t because there was no way in hell he lost to his four yeah old son at uno.

“WAIT…you cheated!”

“NUH uh…”

“Megumi don’t lie to your dad you cheated.”

“No I played fair.”

In the end there was no arguing with the fact that megumi won and Toji lost not only to his son but 500 yen in the process too. Maybe he should rethink his gambling problem. Or maybe he should just make bets with you and not the people he works with. Yeah he should start making bets with you instead.

-Solris wrote this. Please don’t use my work for ai purposes. Reposting my work is ok. Claiming my work as yours is not. Credit if you want to use for inspiration.-

[tmswritesfanfics]

I found this while cleaning up my inbox. I can't believe I didn't see it until now.

You will not believe how emotional this made me.

[monsterfloofs]

If that’s the case, could we maybe get a mimic and/or dragon flirting with the reader, please? Have a lovely day either way!

(Okay, so. . . I wrote both, because I absolutely had a blast writing two different kinds of flirting styles, and everything goes down hill when Floofs wants to write silly flirty monsters. x'D We have Majestic and Valerian, respectively. A dragon born of duty and deep love for a place forgotten by time. . . and then there is Majestic, who is just.

Majestic.

I hope you enjoy!! )

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Crowned Mimic (Majestic) x Anonymous Reader:

A jeweled chest made of white gold, adorned with pearls and bright pink gems. On the top sat a large crown, whether it was part of the chest, or an extra treasure left behind, it was left to the finder to decide. It was beautiful but as you know looks are well known to be deceiving. You pace in front of it, looking it over carefully. It had taken you such a long time to reach the end of this quest. All your hard work to appease a monster of a human, just to get them to give you their token word of peace to let you pass through their land. Multiple times the tasks you were given, you had felt more sympathy for the creatures you had dealt with trying to bundle your way through the dungeon. And now with this chest, in all of its brilliant light and gossamer craftmanship. There was something that didn’t add up. It feels too easy.

You kneel, staring at the chest intently, 

“Don’t scrunch up those pretty lips on my account, sweetheart.” 

Said the chest. 

Said. 

The.

Chest?

Ah.

If you hadn’t been suspicious it was more than it seemed before. You absolutely know now that something is deeply wrong with it. You stand up in a scramble as the top pops open slightly, revealing the faint outline of white gold glittering teeth and a pair of glowing eyes stare back at you. “Aw– Going so soon? Come’on! We were making a connection! You stare at me- I pretended to be normal!”

You pull out a weapon and stare at them in disbelief. “I– What is that supposed to even mean–”

“I was flirting with you! Sheesh! I tell you, all these people that come down here, can’t even make polite conversation. And here I was thinking, you know what I was thinking today? I said, you know what Majestic? If that snobby half-wit sends another person down here to get eaten, I am going to go with them!”

Your eyes dart to the hallway and back. Waiting for the attack that was never going to come. Tensing as shadowy hands began to sprout from the maw, instead using them to gesture and articulate as they talked.

“You’re better than this!” The mimic continues to rattle on, unaware you are eyeing the exit. “I mean come on! Look at yourself! The idiot brings you all the way down here, to eat chumps they don’t wanna deal with! And the last guy– had this great little book about self therapy, exchanged it for his life yanno? So I get to reading– And WHEW the things I learned from that thing! Pure gold– and I should know! Annnyway! To make a long story short, learning I have been used, been abused? I’m done being that jerks garbage disposal!”

The hands shift, making a pose that resembles resting a hand on their chin. “So. . . how about you get me outta this dump eh? We can go on a nice candlelit dinner, my treat~”

Dragon (Valerian) x Anonymous Reader:

“You look very handsome indeed, those clothes fit you nicely too.” The deep rumble chilled your bones, sending vibrations deep into your chest. You could feel your heart reverberating back to the sound. Strange and enrapturing. Peering back at the one eye that stared back at you, the iris like molten gold. Flecks and diamonds of orange like churning hot bubbles around a pool of brilliant yellow.

You fix your outfit and breathe deeply, mouth fixing itself into a nervous smile. 

“Well thank you, I appreciate you letting me get a change of clothes, and a place to shelter from the storm.”

The large head lifts up from its place resting on an old stone staircase to give a bark of laughter. “I should be thanking you! It’s awfully lonely on this mountain top.” 

“What. . . was this place?” You ask quietly, carefully closing the door behind you. “Ah. . .” The large creature sighed, their deep timber turning remorseful. “A civilization that has been long gone I am afraid. I dare say you would not remember, for you are so young. But this was, at one time, a bustling palace. Where dragons were protectors, wisdom keepers that whispered long forgotten knowledge to kings.” 

You watched the long dark body slither its way along the passageway far beneath you, keeping their head up to continue your conversation. “Though the people have been long gone, I still have an old standing loyalty I refuse to give up upon. Call me an old romantic.” Their eyebrows raise and you laugh. “I haven’t heard about dragons being protectors in a very long time. . . I had thought they had just been legends.” They huff, hearing down below their great tail scraping along the stones. “It was indeed a very long time ago. But we still remember.” They slide their head down, leathery wings folding back up against their back as they politely wait for you to traverse the staircase and join them.

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I only did art of the mimic since this design has been in my head for longer (ง ​｡꒦ິ▽꒦ິ｡)ง

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[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Hiiiii your writing is amazing you're my favorite writer in the fandom and if you wrote for acotar you'd be my favorite writer for the acotar fandom too 🥺

[monsterfloofs]

Vampire (Thaddeus) x Anonymous Reader (Painter)

“Lo! And what is this? This creeping shadow! This creature of the night!”

You hear a voice loud and clear, ringing up through the dark spiral staircase as you journey downward.

“Why tis nothing more than our resident artist, emerging from their study! Their lair! And who knows what ghastly things they have been up to!”

You crack a grin and roll your eyes as a figure sweeps gracefully over to meet you, picking up some of your teetering painting supplies. His loud exuberant voice quiets to a playful pur. “And how was your painting session tonight dear? Still struggling with your architecture?” You swing your hips to nudge them playfully with your elbow. “Haha Thaddeus, very funny. If Wroughtworth wasn’t such an ornate city I would have an easier time, sure, but that’s what makes it so breathtakingly beautiful.” You sigh dreamily, “It’s a lot of work, but I think it’ll pay off in the end. . . Thanks again for letting me stay here for the week to paint.”

Thaddeus beams, showing his pointed teeth, “Not at all! I vastly enjoy your company! Otherwise I’d be left all alone, with neighbors who can barely look at anything underneath their own noses!” 

You snicker and shake your head as he dramatizes his actions, swooning at the horror of such a thought. “If you say so Thaddeus. . .”

Wroughtworth was a city encapsulated in time, towering structures built of dark stone, lavish gothic buildings that resembled cathedrals, delicate ironwork embellished all the buildings and black wrought iron spires that plunged pridefully into the night sky. It was a city exclusively of vampires, and a place where, until very recently, you hadn’t been able to step foot in. You were the only human that was allowed to skulk around on the cobblestone streets. Though mostly you confined yourself inside, staying with one of the oldest and supposedly infamous residents, Thaddeus. 

You set down your brushes and paints onto a long trailing table and wipe your hands on your dark jeans, letting your arms reach above your head to stretch.

“Please dear, call me Teddy. Thaddeus is what those old fuddy duddies call me outside,” Your posture slumps, jerking your head and snorting, trying not to laugh, “F-fuddy duddies? But you’re older than half of the residents--” He waves a hand dismissively, “Yet, certainly not as stuffy! I watched a whole lot of them glaring at you when you arrived. Not a damn one would even give you directions to my place, let alone talk to you.”

You rub your arms and give a helpless shrug, “I didn’t really expect a warm welcome or anything. . . I know not many people really like me here.”

Thaddeus, swivels to look at you, his green eyes analyzing you carefully, as his thin lips purse. He takes off his monocle and cleans it with a handkerchief from his breast pocket. “. . .Yes, but I saw how that hurt you. And I know how your mind works, you’ve been stewing on it since yesterday.” You look down and scuff your foot. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you know.” He continues, “You hadn’t said or done anything rude. On the contrary, you were kind and courteous. They had no right to be discriminatory. Times have changed. I wish they would see that, instead of being stuck in old fears. The longer we stay behind these walls, I fear. . . the longer they will stay rooted in the past. We need someone to spice things up a bit, that is why, we need more people around, like your dear.”

He sets his monocle back underneath his brow and offers his hand to you, which your eyes focus on and you shyly take, finally peering up at him. You see Teddy’s sandy hair falling slightly out of place as he leans down to kiss your hand. He leans back with a smile before he sighs, “I went on another one of my rants again without thinking, I hope you can forgive me.” You fluster, your shoulders raising up as the feeling of the chilly kiss lingers on the back of your hand. Your fingers curling shyly into your palm. “Th-that’s okay! R-really! I-I d-don’t mind l-listening!” You gulp awkwardly.

“One day you’ll get sick of me and my prattling,” He teases, “But until then, perhaps some tea?” 

You nod wordlessly, as he turns and leads you into a large common room. 

You find a shadowy little beast curled up and sleeping by the fire. Letting go of Thaddeus’ hand you make your way over to the occupied seat, leaning down to run your hand over the dark sleek mound of feathers. The sleeping creature stirs, raising up a white skeletal head, it’s deep sockets turned towards you.

“Hi Pip,” You whisper, “Aren’t you a sleepy bean?” The bird skull cracks open to emit a peep, before tiny black fingers grip your hand. Pip butting their head demandingly against your hand, you crouch down beside the couch and ruffle their mane of feathers, a grin spreading across your face.

[monsterfloofs]

Hope request are open because i just had this cute idea and i needed to put it somewhere

Flirty mershark that allways brings little or shiny objects from the sea to chubby!reader that makes little accessories for a living (rings, necklaces, earrings, etc), and the mershark even comforts reader when they feel insecure or self-consious abaut their body and reader in return allways makes custon jewelry made just for the mershark.

Yup, yup! I am still doing requests! Since I have been getting about one ask every couple of days, I have just been keeping them open! :>c I hope you don’t mind if I roll with both of their genders being undetermined and neutral! I didn’t see you mentioning any preferences anywhere!

Gender Neutral Mershark (Rowan) x Anonymous Chubby Reader

You smooth down your top, nervous, self conscious. With how hot it had been this summer you had been hard pressed to ditch the long sleeved shirts and wear something more weather appropriate. Only your crumbling self esteem held you back from the idea, that is, until today. It was scorching, and you were too hot and sweaty to care at first. Ditching your go to clothing of choice to wear a tank top. Outside however you felt so exposed you felt ridiculous, but you decided against running back home to change. You were already almost there.

You look at the sandy coast and open your rainbow beach umbrella. Letting the pole lean against your shoulder and shade you from the sun as you walk along the sand.

You find Rowan sunbathing lazily in the shallows, a pair of sunglasses perched on their nose. “Hey there,” They grin widely at you, pushing their sunglasses up onto their forehead, “Don’t you look nice today!”

Your shoulders raise and you give a weak smile, “O-oh. . . thanks.” Rowan nods, turning to dig through the satchel on their hip, “Of course! It’s nice to see you wear something that isn’t baggy, that hugs your shape really nice,” They ramble, “You have a nice shape to you! You know?” You rub the back of your neck, before crouching to see what they are looking for. They pull out a handful of pearlescent shells. “Here we are! For your collection, I thought you could make something nice with these.” They dump the small trove of shells into your hands, grinning. “Promise me you’ll show me what you make though okay?”

You nod, pocketing the shells before you take something out from your pocket. “Actually, I um, I have something for you too. . .” You hand them the wire wrapped necklace you made, you had used a pearl that they gave you last time as the centerpiece. Rowan’s eyes go wide, they slowly and embarrassedly sink back into the shallows, small bubbles rumble to the surface from their mouth and you laugh. “I take it you like it then?” They lift their head back up and swallow hard, “Th-this is gorgeous. Are you sure you want me to have it?” You smile and nod, “I used a stainless steel wire and chain, so hopefully this won’t rust out in the water.” Rowan goes silent, turning the pearl over in their fingers. “You really are so talented with these kinds of things.” They murmur softly, “You should really open up a shop or something.”

You beam and shrug, “As long as you like it, that’s the important thing.” Rowan’s clawed fingers fumble with the latch until you help them clasp the necklace around their neck. Their fingers fidgeting with the pearl as a smile threatens to break their face in two. “I love it. . . I’m never taking this off.”

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[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

hiiiiiiii em! i just saw your reblogged post about telling writers your favorite story of theirs and you said you were writing and could use the boost so this is me telling you ALL OF THEM LITERALLY ALL OF THEM AND WHOEVER CAN ACTUALLY CHOOSE A FAVORITE STORY OF YOURS IS A HEATHEN BECAUSE THERE ALL MASTERPIECES okay ily have a good day your honor 💕💕💕

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THE DECIBEL OF MY SOB!! THANK YOU??? like SO MUCH???? you have no idea how much this means to me 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ i am absolutely speechless and i love you sfm, my heart!!!!!

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Just wanted to tell you that I love your writing! I haven’t read much of it yet but omg you’re amazing

ahhhhh omg thank you so much nonnie!! 🥺🥺❤️❤️ your words are so kind and my heart is so full :')