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avis-writeshq · 29 days

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hello 😘 aaron hotchner drabble request!

anything with jealousy and possessiveness but in a natural normal way not a joe goldberg way haha

and also - aaron sees you wearing his hoodie/shirt drabble!

thank you and your work is amazing!

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily a/n: i wrote it and the more i wrote the more i realised that it... really isn't the same at all :( if you want me to redo it, please send me an ask !! thank you lovely <3 wc: 631

“You would think that he would know by now,” Emily hums, her tone disapproving and mostly disappointed as she watches from a distance as Captain Pembroke attempts to chat you up.

“He’s a captain?” Spencer asks in genuine amazement.

“For NYPD’s major crime unit,” JJ confirms, her arms crossed over her chest. “He tried to hit on Emily a couple days ago, and on Amy from the fourth floor. I wouldn’t be surprised it he has some sort of sealed file on him.”

Emily scoffs a little, rolling her eyes. “Sounds like a charmer.”

“The bigger question is, does Hotch know?” Derek pipes up as he glances in your direction.

“Well…” JJ lets out a nervous laugh. “I kind of hope he doesn’t.”

You offer a curt smile in Pembroke’s direction, doing everything in your power to subtly signal that you really should be leaving. Fiddling with the loose threads of your shirt, averting eye contact, taking tiny steps away in hopes that he’ll somehow get the message. It isn’t surprising that he doesn’t.

“I beat my PR yesterday, you know,” he brags, flexing his muscles. You think you’re about to throw up as he continues, “129. Impressive, right, hun?”

“The average amount of pounds an untrained man can lift is 135,” you respond dismissively in an attempt to lean into Spencer’s way of getting people to leave him alone, but Pembroke doesn’t seem to hear you.

“You know, sweets, I don’t think you should even be in this job. You’re far too foxy,” he says with a wink, “You’d be better in a different job. I mean, women aren’t fit for these types of roles. They get too emotional.”

You refrain from punching his face as it will only prove his point. “Listen, Ken–”

“It’s Keith–”

“Kyle,” you amend with a sickly smile. “I do need to get these files to Agent Rossi, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Aw, come on, it was only a joke,” Pembroke says with a laugh. “It’ll be fine–”

“There you are.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved in your life. Aaron’s hand rests flat against your back, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt and he stands behind you. Aaron is a good couple of inches taller than Pembroke, especially when he stands at his full height, his dark eyed narrowed and his jaw clenched.

“Did you need something from my agent, Captain?” He asks lowly.

“Just pleasant conversation,” Pembroke responds dismissively.

Aaron raises an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from your uncomfortable frown to the captain’s smug face. “We have three missing women and you are disturbing an investigation by disrupting my agents. I suggest you get your act together before I report you to your superiors for harassment.”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, guiding you by the small of your back towards his makeshift office in the New York Police Office. He doesn’t say a word until the door is firmly closed and the blinds are drawn.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, taking a step towards you and curling his fingers by your cheekbone. “I heard what he said. Do you want me to report it?”

“I’ve dealt with worse.” You don’t mean to sound so honest when you say it and his frown deepens.

“That’s not okay, honey.” Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll report it. You know how it is with cases like these; someone just has to put the first step forward.”

You smile at that, poking at his cheeks. “I thought you were going to hit him.”

“I thought you would’ve beat me to it,” he admits through a quiet laugh, giving you a proper kiss. “We shouldn’t make this into a habit.”

“Tell that to Kimberly.”

“That isn’t even close.”

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kingofthe-egirls · 7 months

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SKITTISH: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: lots of food/eating, kissing sorta, luffy sees you and likes you, reader is a foxy pirate, asthmatic!reader, sorta spoilers for post wano, this is opla or anime whatever u choose!)

(a/n: this counts as journaling)

Songs: “Plans” by Maude Latour

words: 1.2k

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You stand behind your cotton candy machine, sparkling your eyes behind your foxy pirate mask. The pirates have set up carnival stalls filled with meat and doughnuts and elephant ears. It smells like heaven.

Mugiwara no Luffy is staring at you.

He’s salivating, licking his lips as he reaches into the spinning candy machine to dip his hands straight into the sugar. “Hey!” You squeal, swatting him away. He hasn’t broken eye contact, even as he sucks the fairy floss straight off his fist.

“You’re pretty!” He says, smiling.

You flush all the way to the tips of your toes. A tingle runs down your spine, as you shift uncomfortably in place. No one’s called you pretty before. Silly and strange, maybe. But never pretty. That’s for Porche.

With her turquoise hair and slender waist, plus her charming personality…you’ve felt like a smaller, chubbier, easily forgotten younger sister that gets passed over more often than not. You’ve got asthma too, so you can’t even run for very long. Your Foxy Pirates job is to make the cotton candy. To tear down the stalls. To smile and laugh and help your fellow crew members cheat.

So it’s surprising—freezing—to have an Emperor of the Sea staring at you like you’re fried dough on a stick.

“Th-thanks,” you stutter, the whir of the cotton candy machine underlining your short-of-breath sounds. It’s bad enough your lungs are ass, now you’re flustered too.

“Welcome!” He says cheerfully, downing another gulp of pastel pink candy. It sticks to his chin in sparkling crystals. You want to wipe them off. “What games do you play?”

“This, mostly…,” you shrug. Your older, stronger crew mates are the ones who participate in the competitions. And though you’re thankful for the foxy pirates for taking you in, you do wish you were allowed to play more of the games. You like the boxing fights in particular.

“That’s stupid!” He says, smiling. “You should roller skate with me!” He challenges you like he’s inviting you to play. His brown eyes are so, so deep. Like dark coffee straight from the espresso machine. With the foam on top, all caramel in the sunlight. He swipes a stripe of candy from off his upper lip. His cupid’s bow is wide, and arched slightly.

He slaps your shoulder.

“See you in the rink!”

You scrabble for your inhaler as he walks away, all bouncy and rubbery with his head sticking out and down. His knees are slightly bowled, with his feet turned out like a ballet dancer as he walks. He’s strange.

He’s…

Sexy.

****

So now you’re standing shakily on skates, waiting at the start line of your roller skating rink.

Your knees are shivering, your pulse racing beneath your elbow pads and wrist guards. You’ve only ever roller skated for fun, let alone a competition. Your breath is shallow and raspy in your aching lungs. It’s humid: the worst kind of weather for you to try and breathe through. The air tastes like salt. You lick your lips: so do you.

Strawhat Luffy is standing on the starting line next to you, his own stance shaky and unstable. His knees knock together as he tries to remember how to stand on wheels.

You sigh.

Inhale…

Exhale.

You’ve got this.

****

The whistle blows, and you’re off.

You push against the ground, squeezing your core as much as you can to try and retain balance. You’re not the fastest, but you enjoy the speed of skating and how the wind rushes past your ears.

Your roller skates slide smoothly over the rink’s circular track, and you allow yourself a smile as you skate around the first corner. A slingshot limb shoots past your face, before you see a hand grab onto the rail in front of you. The captain of the Strawhats lets out an enthusiastic scream, before rocketing past you. His shoulder checks yours, so you’re sent flying. The air leaves your lungs in one short gasp, and you’re spinning out of control before you realize what’s happened.

“Shit!” You screech, tumbling into the grass at the center of the track. He stumbles after you, losing balance as he lands straight on top of you.

What little air you have left leaves you, as suddenly your senses are filled with him: all sweaty and musky and tanned and gorgeous and he’s he’s he’s—kissing your shoulder?

It’s so fast you almost miss it, but you’re sure you feel the hot press of his lips to your shoulder blade. He’s up now, reaching down to help you up, too. He’s smiling at you with sharper eyes than you remember.

He’s like a tiger.

“Sorry, foxy,” he snickers, helping you up and shaky skates. His hands sear fingerprints into your skin.

“S’okay…,” you mumble.

Something scared and wicked flares within your gut, so you push him over and start speeding back onto the track. He screams, surprised, but you’re already rushing away and over the finish line with stars in your brain and cotton candy in your stomach. It feels like butterflies. It feels like rain.

So you let your team win this round, and you skate away as fast as you can to go hide in a corner somewhere.

****

The rest of the games pass by in a blur, with your stomach churning and your lungs heaving in shallow, shaky breaths. You stand by the sidelines, surrounded by your crew mates as the prize selection starts. The Strawhats won the roller rink games, so it’s their pick of the lot.

Everyone’s nervous, the air going still as every single person holds their breath in suspense.

Strawhat Luffy stares at the crowd, scanning for someone with a squint. The setting sun shoots laser beams through his eyes. He’s chewing on his lower lip. You shuffle, listening to the murmurs of your fellow crew mates as they wonder who he’s gonna choose. You hope it’s you.

“Hmm…,” he says, tapping his sandal against the stage. His own crew is standing beside him, waiting for him to choose. They seem relaxed, since they haven’t lost anyone yet.

You shove a handful of cotton candy into your face, stress eating.

“That one!” Luffy shouts, confidently pointing straight at you.

You stop, mid-chew.

“Hah?” You ask, the air in your lungs squeezing out like a deflated balloon. Sticky sugar paints your chin, as you lick your lips. It’s sweet.

“Y/n?” Captain Foxy asks, as the crowd around you parts. You’re standing by yourself, suddenly. The comforting warmth of your crew mates disappears, as you stand holding fairy floss with one hand. You swallow, thickly.

“Seriously?”

Your voice sounds shy—squeaky.

Monkey D. Luffy grins, and crosses his arms in satisfaction. “Yep!” He says cheerfully, as people start to maneuver you up to the front of the stage. You stumble over yourself, nerves and limbs jelly. Someone has seen you…has chosen you.

Suddenly, you inhale.

“Sweet!” You say, breathy, as your new crew welcomes you with open arms. Someone slaps your back, another squeezes your hand.

Your new captain smiles at you, dazzlingly. Sugar is still melting on your chin. He leans forward, swiping it off with his tongue.

Fuck.

He snickers, before stepping away to smack his lips. “Make sure you bring the candy machine, too!”

So you do.

****

part 2 coming soon!

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the-kr8tor · 1 month

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What if R gift Blobie as a companion to Pirate! Hobie? (*/ω＼*) She rescued the lil guy/abomination from the water cause "poor cute thing can't swim just like her". It was a trick. Blobie came from water, he just wanna stay in R's sweet caring hands, except now he's stuck with her sassy pirate captain xDD They have love-hate relationship but unites when R is in danger/needs help with smth -🦊

Thank you for the lovely request, foxy!! Changed it up a bit, hope you don't mind 🫶

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, blob the symbiote cat AU, pirate AU, fluff.

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“Hobie, look!” You raise the gooey cat shaped thing in front of him. Its little paws (or that's what you think it is) wiggles in your grasp, milky white eyes all round and happy.

The captain looks from the map, the sun making him squint, searing heat melting him and the sand in his pants making him uncomfortable. Good thing you're here on the godforsaken island that the map has brought the entire ship to its beach or he'll definitely be crankier than he already is.

With the sun behind you, a white halo of light around you, bathing you in its heavenly glow; he leans closer to see better, which the creature did not like at all. The little entity yowls, almost scratching him.

“Fuck!” He shouts, jumping away. “What is that?!”

“Bad Blobie! We don't scratch the captain.” You flip the cat-like creature in your grasp, scolding it. Blob's eyes blink slowly, head tilting, trying to decipher what you said. “that,” you flip him again to face Hobie, “is the captain, you don't—” it mewls angrily. “—hey! Listen, you don't scratch or bite the captain or anyone. Got it?”

Blobie lays limp in your hands, surrendering. Hobie watched on with a confused look, scratching the back of his neck. He loves how you're so patient with the creature but he is eternally confused as to where or how you got it. Especially that you only left him on his own for only five minutes. (he counted)

“Love,” he sees you carry it like a newborn baby. “Should you even be holding that? I don't think its a cat”

“Of course it's a cat! Look at his ears,” his ears droop slightly, a black mass in Hobie's eyes. “his fluffy tail” it swishes to the side, and he swears he saw it change shape for a second. “his cute little eyes and he meows! So Blob is definitely a cat!” you smile happily at Hobie. He's not convinced.

“Where'd you find it?”

“Right near the shore, under some rocks. He looked like he needed help and when I took a closer look, he was stuck under it so I helped.”

“That was very kind of you, scuttlebutt, but we can't keep him.” Hobie opens the map again, counting his steps on the heated sand.

“But he'll die here!” You follow closely. “And you said the ship has rats so he can help kill them. Come on, Hobie!”

“Finn is doing just fine handling those rats.”

You scoff, “are you sure about that? He was all moody yesterday, even grumbling to himself. Please?” blocking his path, you give him your best smile that you know always gets the all powerful pirate.

Blob purrs, clinging to your shirt.

Hobie huffs, “we don't need another mouth to feed, love, ‘sides, Yuri is allergic.”

“Oh…” he almost caves in with the sad look you have on your pretty face.

Sighing, he reaches towards you, bringing you closer to him without losing his place on the sand. Pressing his face closer to your temple, he kisses you gently, trying to get the pout off your lips.

“Sorry,” kiss, “we just don't have the space just yet. After we find this treasure and buy the second ship, we can come back for him, yeah?”

“He might be dead by then.” You look at him forlornly, “I'll take good care of him, promise. I'll give him my rations.”

“And let you starve—?” The ‘cat’ leaps off your arms, running quickly into the thicket.

“Blob! Wait!” You run after it, leaving Hobie in the dust.

“Y/N! Damn It” Taking a stick, he plops in into the sand to save his last position before running after you.

Dodging branches and jumping over rocks, your sudden scream lights his nerves. Breathing heavily, blunderbuss at the ready, he follows the guttering sound.

Hobie finds you kneeling on the jungle floor, frantically heading towards you, he holds you by the shoulders, checking for injuries.

“What–are you alright?” You don't respond, still looking behind him. “Love!” He shakes you, holding your face tenderly. And with that you grin widely. Raising his eyebrows, he follows your line of sight.

Blob digs rapidly, too fast for a cat or even a dog. His movements are almost blurred, sand and dirt flying everywhere; Revealing thousands of gold doubloons and jewelry.

Blob shakes himself clean, sitting down in front of you, tail curling around his legs, licking himself clean.

“Do you want to keep him now?” You say with a smile, hand tapping his cheek. “Hobie?”

“I think I love this bloke.” He exclaims, eyes wide at the shining treasure.

“More than me?” You joke, embracing his middle.

“Maybe.” He teases back, kissing your cheeks like a man starved.

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

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noproofread · 3 months

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Pretty Pink

"I'm swimming into you, into the ocean with a parachute"

inspired by Touch Tank and dedicated to @vangowithit <3

it's my first time writing for Koby and i tried my best to capture his essence

Koby x gn!reader

mild spoilers for post timeskip one piece, i had opla Koby in mind though :)

captain Koby, fluffy, reader has a crush on their pink haired captain, confident yet timid Koby.

word count: 1,023

it's almost 6am and i couldnt sleep so i ended up writing this in an hour and a half lol

masterlist here

Koby was the nicest captain you had worked under. And you had been transferred from captain to captain due to your behavior. They said you were hard to manage but in reality your previous captains had different goals, different perspectives on what was considered justice. You weren’t hard to manage, you just didn’t succumb to their opinions and they hated that. But Koby was different. It wasn't just his sense of justice, his aura was different. He was softer and yet he was a strong leader, almost intimidating at times. Perhaps it was the title, or the amount of work he put forth. Regardless, you always found yourself staring at him, studying him almost.

His pink hair looked so soft as it was moved by the wind. His skin pale, his eyes matched the ocean, his lips were the most beautiful shade of pink. You swore he always caught you staring but he never said anything about it. You had deluded yourself that maybe he was too shy to talk to you. Maybe he watched you as intently as you had been. Every passive gesture towards you fueled this fantasy. Every look, every graze of the fingers, every time he called your name.

You were so caught up in reminiscing every moment you had with your captain that you didn't realize you had been staring at him once again. It was the snapping of his fingers that brought you out of your head. You felt your face heat up as your eyes met his. “Are you okay? You zoned out pretty hard there” Koby said. You blinked, you were sure he could hear your heartbeat just as you could. “Heh, yeah all good! Just… Just thinking.” You smiled, your eyes drifting to his lips. You bit your own lips as you imagined the feeling of them on yours. You imagined how his breath would feel in your ear. How his hands would feel all over you.

“Okay well. Do you have any questions?” Koby’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts once again. You stared blankly at him. “Questions about what?” He chuckled lightly. “Your task… You are to find the whereabouts of the Foxy Pirates on this island” Koby explained, motioning to the island behind the boat. “Right. Uh.. No. No questions” You stood up straight, selling the illusion of complete focus. “Okay... Well if you do end up having questions. Or if you run into trouble, let me know!” He smiled at you, making a pale pink hue wash over your face. You hoped he didn’t notice. You looked down briefly, attempting to hide your blushing face. You began to notice that you were the last cadet on the ship. You felt two fingers placed below your chin, beckoning you to look up. You met Koby’s gaze, blushing deeper as he smiled. “You better get going then. Hurry, before it gets dark out.”

Maybe it was the small amount of concern in his voice but you felt that he was implying of doing something once it got dark. You weren't so sure that it was delusion anymore. His hand had been on your chin, he wanted you to look at him. Maybe he wanted something else. Maybe he did notice your gaze on his lips, his hands, his lips. You were frozen in place, looking into Koby’s eyes. You heard nothing but the crashing of the waves against the ship and the thumping of your heart in your ears. You knew your face was red at this point, melting into Koby’s blue eyes. The air around the two of you felt thick as butterflies bloomed in your stomach. His hand traveled to your cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb. This wasn't delusion, this wasn't a fantasy, this wasn’t in your head. This was happening.

You had never been so infatuated with anyone before. Koby had such a power over you. Your past superiors would call you unruly, disrespectful, hot headed. Perhaps it was Koby’s demeanor. He was somehow strong and confident yet fragile. He had a strong effect on you but you still felt like you could break him. This moment, looking into each other's eyes, his hand on your cheek, tracing circles on your skin with his thumb. It felt like it had been hours. Time felt slower. Koby’s face was pink, it matched his hair. You knew he wouldn't make a move. He was your superior, he was most likely thinking about what the consequences would be. How making any move further than what had already been done could affect your working relationship, how it would reflect on his leadership role. You didn't worry as much. You had admired him for far too long to let this go so easily.

You took a step closer to him, closing the gap between you. You could feel his breath on your lips, watching his eyes leave yours and trail down to your lips. He licked his lips quickly. His hand was now still on your face, it was shaking slightly. Who knew the esteemed Marine Captain Koby was so shy. You smiled at the thought briefly before leaning in to kiss him. His lips were just as soft as you imagined. The feeling alone made you dizzy, intoxicated. You grabbed onto his coat, pulling him closer to you. A small whimper left his lips at your actions. You kissed him deeply, savoring this moment. You held back the urge of sliding your tongue into his mouth, it wasn't the right time for that. But the right time will come eventually. You ran your fingers through his hair, his soft pink hair. You pulled away, panting. His face was flushed and his mouth remained open. He was so fucking pretty.

“I-” He began. “I don’t-” “If we get in trouble for this, I’ll take the fall for you” You interrupted him, smiling. He laughed breathlessly in response, taking one step back. “You should know that I was holding back.” You continued. His eyes widened at your confession before smiling at you. “No need to hold back cadet. I can handle anything”

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petitebonnie · 2 years

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♡ FNAF 1 x reader ♡

Characters: Foxy

Incdudles: light angst, fluff ♡

Foxy was kinda clumsy. He was torn all over his body and had a lot of loose screws in certain places. He used to fall a lot.

No one could fix him. No one bothered to take the time to get to know him either. They all neglected him and paid more attention to the others on stage.

Who had fewer malfunctions and tending issues.

But not you, you were the new repair buddy for Foxy. You were so excited because he was your absolute favorite as a kid, still till this day!

When you two officially first met, he was defensive. He would snarl at you or even try to scratch you with his hook a few times.

Until his hook fell off.

Don't take it personally when the old technicians tried "helping" him. They were rough with taking him apart and screwing on something - or giving him half assed baths.

But you found it funny how his hook fell off, not in a mean way. He was like a baby, a baby that needed compassion, love, and a friend.

After the second day meeting him, he was still in his snarling mood. But you eased him with your honey like words.

" Hey hey.. easy. It's okay - I won't hurt you. I want to help fix you. Okay? "

His ears shifted down, tail lightly wagging. He was already sitting down, and he watched you carefully - in case if you might try something on him.

But you didn't.

You were so gentle, as if he were your own child. You'd first start with giving him a nice bath every once a week. With the fluffy cloth against his artificial fur, it felt so nice to him. He felt so warm in a way. You'd make sure he was spotless.

He appreciated that so much. He also really likes the bubbles that float onto his body or head. He likes popping them one by one.

Then, after his baths, you would open him up! Sounds weird, but you need to see what's going on with his endo-skeleton. Once you saw, there were circuits and cylinders that were put in incorrectly and carelessly.

You were furious seeing this happen to him.

No wonder why he was out of order, always falling all the time - they were way too loose. Once you fixed what's going on the inside, you fixed the outside as well.

You two then practiced walking together.

He was so shy and nervous if he would fall in front of you. But you told him you got his back no matter what. You wrapped your arm against his and held him as best as you could.

♡ You two look like penguins waddling together. ♡

He loved it when you held him or touched him. Most people don't want to ever get near him. He hears a lot of children and parents say horrible things about him outside his cove.

But when he hears you, praise him.

" Awh see? I told you, you could do it! Keep it up, captain! "

He slowly learns how to walk again. You make him want to pick you up and twirl you around the whole pizzeria.

After 2 weeks of practice, programming, making sure his cylinders were in check, no more loosened screws or hooks.

He was ready.

You two would race each other now! And well- yes, you lose every time you two raced. But it's okay! He would always pat your head and say what a great job you've done. You actually were the one to ask him to be your boyfriend. He didn't understand what a boyfriend was, but he got very butt hurt .

" Lassie? I was never ye boyfriend?.. "

You panicked, having to explain what a boyfriend was. He thought he was your boyfriend because he knows he is a boy and is your friend!

But once calming him down with kisses. He was finally okay, he didn't know kisses were a boyfriend and girlfriend thing. But you gave him kisses on his cheeks and nose before. So he thought it was a friend thing.

You two cleaned inside his cove, you decorated it like a room sorta. Where you two can hang out and cuddle. You always bring your phone so you can watch Prirates of the Caribbean.

Which was his favorite movie, by the way. He would make you paper ships as I love you, or sing pirate songs to you and sing how you are his treasure.

♡ Speaking of that- he has a light tendency to smack your butt. It's his booty, after all ♡

It's been 7 months, you two have been together, and you two just seem to bond better every month. He gave you a ring, he made it himself, and he paid close attention to how you taught him how to burn metal and put pieces together.

You knew a bit of welding. He made 4 rings and put different charms on top. He didn't know which one you would want so you get to choose!

There was a Pirate ship, a Pirate ducky, Heart diamond, and a foxy charm diamond.

You decided to pick the (Ring Choice), and he was happy. He bolted with you in his arms around the pizzeria. He was so happy because it was a promise ring.

♡ You are the first person to ever accept him. I promise he will cherish you forever. ♡

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l0mljeonjungkook · 1 year

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Odd One Out | JJK / KTH / KNJ

⋙ Summary - Being friends-with-benefits with Jungkook was already messy until the universe introduces him as your stepbrother.

Namjoon has your heart in his clutches, and pity he's getting married soon.

And, Taehyung, is just not interested in your sister.

⋙ pairing: Taehyung x reader -? / Namjoon x reader -? / Jungkook x reader -?

⋙ rating: 18+

⋙ genre: fake dating to lovers, childhood bestfriends; fluff, angst, smut (more to come, won't reveal yet... Shhhh🤫)

⋙ warnings: no warnings in the prologue, will be added in future chapters.

⋙ word count: 1.7k+

A/N - I really have forced myself to post this, my sis (pain in the ass) too though, thank you B, for motivating me, and iloveyou. So, I hope you guys enjoy reading this, though it's just a prologue but do set a base for the series. I'd very much appreciate your feedback, it'll motivate me to no extent. Do leave your thoughts. And, thank you, angels, for reading💕

Also, cross-posted on Wattpad and ao3

Masterlist | series masterlist

PROLOGUE

Instagram, scrolling through it makes you cringe. The worst app, a zone for the nerds posting pictures or say it vaunting their spotless, seemliest, apt snippets exclusive of their messy life behind the camera. That’s what every walking moneybag, tycoon, and trouper does on this shitty app.

It’s one of the reasons you hate this app.

Right now, you ain’t scrolling for any baron or trouper or any love birds from your friends' group to pop on your screen. Clicking on this app seconds ago once your dad and mum left your room, intending to search for the one your father happily informed you, his exact words - “Well, I’m sure kid you’ll like him”, he was beaming, and studying his face, this one might be the one, he seems in no doubt.

And, that beam on his face makes you want to search --- Will Carter, you’re sure, you heard that name before yet can’t recall.

Your stepdad made an arrangement or just call it a blind date for you to meet this person, just another silk-stocking of New York City.

Apparently, it’s Saturday evening, and you’re so in for meeting new guys for the sake of your heart. If anything, you want to think about the one who will love you back one-sided love is shriveling your heart into a raisin. Only love can swell it back which has evaporated from it or say you've poured it on the one who never needed yours.

Whys and Wherefores, about clicking on the app with the end to gain some deets about Will Carter. Your date. Because this Instagram is good for nothing but stats about the one who posts their flashy life on here.

That's how you're left, bottoms up, zero drop left. For the sake of your shrinking to-raisin heart, you want to move out of the barricade you kept yourself into.

If that means, taking a step and meeting the silk stockings of New York City, you're ready with a pure vibranium shield like the one Captain America holds. However, with a slight change, no star but a heart in the center.

And before you get a chance to search deets on, your date tomorrow, on the app, with zero intentions, zip anticipation, and no image of the two men in your head, the picture popped on your phone’s screen makes your eyes shine but that shine fades seeing his love by him.

Posted three minutes ago it’s written below... the caption says - She said YES!

Now, coin it as the second reason to hate this app.

Okay, so thing is, USA’s most eligible bachelors, majestically statuesque with hearts brimming with goodwill, shockingly - befall upon you to be the most treasured men in your life. It’s stimulatingly the most unbelievable truth of your life.

The Foxy Holy Trinity is what your heart screams upon seeing them together.

The first one, Kim Namjoon, whose girlfriend said YES, minutes ago. So, nothing is arduously uneasy for you when it comes to him, merely thinking about him pumps your frozen blood into sweltering, circulating to every corner of your body. The man you yearn for and envy his girlfriend for being by him every time you eye the two. Whether on news articles or social media each time you log in to your account, it's not uncommon for their picture to pop up.

Not only he’s the CEO of the KIMS Group, one of the globe’s largest companies in the video game industry but also he’s the Romeo of your life. It’s not only you who envy his girlfriend of six years, there are uncountable single women out there wishing to spend a mere night with him well some drool over his money. However, that’s not the case for you. Neither his money nor his body is what you drool over, lets's just tag the latter one on you, howbeit never for just a night.

It’s a bit late for him to propose to her when you thought he might have done that. This also means you had time to go on your knees for this man with a platinum ring and propose to him.

Shame you’re late.

Shame, there’s no one like him.

Shame, even if there is, he ain’t your Romeo.

The picture your eyes are flukily glued on, is a picture of him, his girlfriend Heejin - now fiance, and your childhood best friend. Namjoon, on his knees holding her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles with so much content in his twinkling brown eyes and smile touching them. Heejin looks happier than ever you’ve seen her. And, why won’t she?

You didn’t know you were crying until a tear streaks silently down your cheeks, blurring your vision, you quickly wipe it off. But a smile swipes on your face, wiping away the ache of your heart upon seeing your best friend, Kim Taehyung. He looks high under the starry sky on the cruise, wearing a champagne tuxedo, holding a flute of champagne in the air, between his fingers while staring at the couple, broadly grinning.

The second - Kim Taehyung, the man with an angelic face who has been cherished by you, to no extent among the three men in your life, is your childhood best friend. Also, brother of the former man, the love of your life. He’s been with you in all those darkest rooms when you gave up on yourself when you were left alone like a doormat yet he picked you up, hugged you wiped off your tears until his shirt soaked in tears until you left with zero, cleansed your brain once flooded with agony and fed you with affection until one day his dream came between you two. In situations where you zipped your lips from letting out stuff even to your mother and sister, it was him who stayed by you.

Everything was glittery until the enormously thick granite wall of his dream stood between your friendship. Following his dream is something that was meant to be.

Sanely, still pointing imaginary daggers to the picture, you notice the cruise isn’t the one, Taehyung gave you a surprise birthday party on, it’s junior you reckon. Also, the smile on his face isn’t the same as your birthday, he was practically glowing that day.

Not only your heart but your uterus too, contracting awfully right now. Perhaps you’re PMSing randomly crying your heart out, you reckon. “Shit not tomorrow. Shit shit, how did it slip,” you twist for the drawer beside your bed, yank it open pulling out the norethisterone bottle, you’re pretty sure and it’s even written in bold to take one but you pop out four, eyes on the screen and swallow them without water. It pokes inside your throat but you’re blind in love, eyes fixed on him.

Seems unfair to you, you’re currently clenching your fist, so terribly in pain, granted you’re alone and them - enjoying the night on cruise. You wish to be there, Taehyung invited you but you denied it, as a rule. It’s how you mechanically work, to keep yourself sane. On the flip side, regretting in the eleventh hour, and the next stop for you - to loathe yourself all over again for always choosing options that make you kick your guts out of the universe.

But that’s not your fault, declaring yourself guilty can’t be the third stair.

Wishing that you might have said yes, but you’d have to miss the date tomorrow and above all seeing them together would’ve only broken you to bits of a bit, and you’re not never up for that.

After that dream proposal, you don’t know how to react, but one thing’s for sure beyond a doubt - being happy isn’t on the list. However, faking that is the first bullet. Pretending is left.

You feel, might throw up, trying to find patience when impenetrable thoughts congest your mind. Locking your phone, you hurl it off as far from your sight to the end of your bed, looking at how slackly you are at present, in such an awful ache you won’t bend to hoist it up.

Your teary eyes forcing your brain to erase the memory of the past few minutes, tend to search for something around your enormous room only to show you something for which you wish nothing but a Ctrl+D for piles of unfortunate memories that you no longer ought to warm. Because at that very moment, your eyes fix on the huge picture on the blank wall, chilling your warm blood, skipping your beats, and choking breaths. You never hide the distaste that gets mixed with your blood every time you catch the sight of that picture, and to be honest, it’s just growing.

A picture of your parent's wedding night.

You lie down huffing out a deep sigh, next second you close your eyes, finding him smiling at you, and again a tear courses down your eyes melting away into your hairline, God these mood swings will be the end of me.

The third, once precious but now you change your route upon seeing him, Jeon Jungkook, where will you start about him? Once a friend twisted into a stepbrother by the grace of fate. It's that awfully easier for anyone to understand but to you - it's another dreadfully unpleasant memory marked on the darkest corner of your soul for the rest of your life

Although you're to be blamed for it.

Ache, written gracefully in your story.

It almost dies you, curling your toes and curling your trembling fists at the same time, every time your brain takes you to fly back to the time when there was something more. It gets hard to face, but that’s your reality, now.

So, these men are out of your league, given the reasons.

One is engaged today.

The other one, your best friend, you never saw him in the way your mum wants you to see him, perhaps it’d be impossible for you to even envisage such an irrationally illogical future with him and surely beyond your senses. It will only create awkward situations and complex everything in between.

For the third one, you won’t say much, barely two words popping in the back of your mind, to burn the bridge of imagination - moonshot.

Tomorrow it’s date night, and your period cramps are making you think if you’ll even see the light of day.

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being an honorary member of the firefly family would include...

-otis and baby annoying the fuck out of you. you'd never get a second to yourself if they're around.

-baby's so happy to have company, and she'll treat you just like a sibling! or, probably, nicer than a sibling. you have a very playful relationship but she's never slow to show you how much you really mean to her. you're family, and family is everything to baby.

-mama is super sweet to you, always slipping you an extra treat when she's cooking and putting your food out first. loves when you help her in the kitchen and appreciates that you're the only one besides her that can get the family into order!

-tiny and RJ looking out for you. you're a firefly, so if someone messes with you, they mess with all of you. they don't keep all those weapons for nothing.

-you'll get so many nicknames from all of the family, but notably otis, baby and spaulding. and you'll probably have to use a few aliases during your time with them. depending on how active and complicit you are in their killings, they may get you fake passports, driving licenses and an array of weapons with which to defend yourself.

-you, otis, baby and, later, foxy going on road trips! no matter how much they may grumble (not much, they don't want to irritate you) you can call shotgun. the fireflys are all secretly the most protective of you, you're their soft spot.

-god help any victims that try to poke fun at you or hurt you. they face the full wrath of the firefly family and there will be no hesitation. they'll be dealt with swiftly and painfully and you'll be attended to. family comes first, always.

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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 1 year

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Bringing Back The Fox {Pt.1}

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A/n: had this idea for foxy in security breach and I would like to share with class. Hope you enjoy it! I’m doing multiple parts idk how many I think 3 at best

glamrock!foxy x fem!reader ft. glamrock freddy

request: yes/no

Part 1 | 2 | 3

Context: y/n is a technician at the Mega Pizzaplex. While she was on her break, Freddy noticed her drawing a glamrock version of foxy. Then she makes her idea into a reality.

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“Good work as usual, Ms. Y/n.”

You turned over your shoulder when you heard your name. Freddy was standing behind you, the animatronic bear smiled. You smiled back turning your body to face him.

“Thanks big guy,” You replied. “You guys did great as usual! No mishaps this time which I’m thanking god for.” You chuckled.

Freddy chuckled with you at your comment. “Well, that’s all thanks to you.” He said.

“Oh no,” You waved your hands in front of you dismissing Freddy’s claim. “You guys are the true stars here.” You said.

“You got that right.” Roxy replied.

“Yeah, thanks for the compliment, sweet cheeks~.” Monty said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes at Monty. Chica walked up to you hugging your arms gently. “Don’t say that, Y/n. You are just as important as we are.” She said.

“Chica’s right. Don’t sale yourself short. Right, everyone?” Freddy asked turning towards Roxy and Monty.

“Yeah of course,” Roxy began. “Who else would make me look cool on stage.” She said.

“Same here. We need ya, sweet cheeks.” Monty said.

“Thanks you guys,” You smiled. “Well, time for me to take my break. Finally, I’m freaking exhausted.” You sighed out as started walking towards the backstage exit.

“Have fun on your break, Y/n!” Chica exclaimed waving at you.

“Thanks Chica. See you guys later.” You replied waving back behind you exiting backstage.

You took the elevator up to the second floor deciding to spend your break at El Chip’s. With your tool bag sling over your shoulder, you sat down at a table sitting your tools off to the side, placing a basket of chips on the table.

You unzipped a pocket on the side of your tool bag, pulling out a sketch book from it. After placing it in front of you on the table, you opened it with your pencil held in your hand, you started drawing a rough sketch of a fox with a star-shaped eyepatch, black bandanna with a crossbones in the middle of it and had a hook for his right hand.

You made him look like the other glamrocks, stars dotted his ragged pants, black and gold shoulder pads with a ragged vest. Foxy had a bushy tail, similar to Roxy’s as well as his hair though it was a red color and looked more like a mullet.

You have adored the fox pirate since you were a kid. You remember your grandpa talking about the old days of Freddy Fazbear’s and gave you a Foxy plush as gift. He shared old stories as well as pictures from the pizzeria even though you never been yourself yet you always felt a connection to it. Connection with the old fox pirate captain that regaled stories of his sea adventures.

It’s safe to say that Foxy held special place in your heart as well as your grandfather. Coming to work here in Pizzaplex was a dream come true though you wished that the pirate fox that loved so dearly was still around.

“That’s a neat drawing, Y/n.”

You jumped in your seat as you swiveled in your chair to look to see where the voice was coming from. Tower over you was the main man himself.

“Freddy,” You sighed out a breath. “You scared me.”

“Apologies, Y/n. I did not mean too.” The animatronic bear said.

“It’s okay,” You smiled, chuckling a bit. “I was so into my drawing and my thoughts that I didn’t see you. So, I should be apologizing to you, Fred.”

“Right, but still I’m sorry for startling you.” Freddy said.

“You’re forgiven, big guy,” You said patting his arm. “By the way, you said you liked my drawing.”

“Yes! You are very talented, Y/n.” Freddy exclaimed.

“Aw, thank you,” You looked down at your Foxy drawing then looked back up at Freddy. “Freddy?”

He hummed in response as you continued. “Do you have any memories of Foxy?”

That question made the bear tense up, his eye twitched slightly like your question triggered something. You have noticed that Freddy acted strangely more human than the rest yet you just chalked it up to his programming, but you had your suspicions.

“Freddy? Are you okay?” You reached out to touch his metal arm. He flinched snapping out of whatever trance he was in and looked at you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I lost myself there,” Freddy said. “And about Foxy… we never had fox here from my knowledge yet I do remember talk of bring back a Pirate Cove, but that never happened.” He said.

“I see…” You trailed.

“Why do you ask?” Freddy asked you.

“Oh! I was just reminiscing about my grandpa. He loved the Freddy’s Franchise and Foxy just holds a special place in my heart since he makes me think of my grandpa. Grandpa gave me a Foxy plush when I was little, I still have it too. I just wish he could have seen this place.” You said.

“He must have passed on to my understanding?” Freddy asked.

“Yes.” You replied.

Freddy pondered a bit. Maybe he can pull a few strings to get the Pirate Cove plans into action. You’ve done so much for him and the others that he is surprised that you haven’t gotten a promotion or even raise in your pay. So maybe he could give you something that was worth everything you’ve done.

#fnaf x reader #foxy the pirate #fnaf foxy #foxy the fox #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #glamrock freddy #freddy fazbear #fnaf #fnaf fandom #five nights at freddy's

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horror102 · 1 year

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Submission!

Things I do and don’t.

Things I do write for

Student X teacher- Just because it’s a weird fantasy and only high school 18 X teacher I’ve gotten a request many times and I refuse to do any 16 year old students or 17 only the age above legal law.

Fictional Serial killer X reader- Only fictional serial killers I will not be writing a fan fiction of Ted bunch, jeffery Dhamer, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, or anything’s real serial killer wise.

Any type of fandoms!

Undertale fandom, WWE fandom, Horror fandom, supernatural fandom, Dc fandom, Marvel fandom, Game fandom, Movie fandom, Peoples oc’s X a certain character. Just anything! Anime fandom, Cartoon fandom, Greek gods, ANYTHING! <3 red dead redemption, Cod , YouTubers only ones who allow, TWD, TVD, GTA, Fast food, fnaf , Disney , the avatar,

Things I don’t and won’t do.

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Rape

Abusive relationships with a character that’s the love interest.

Urine/feces

Warnings I do

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Limes

Lemons

Fandoms I won’t write for.

Harry Potter- It’s mostly just a bunch of weird adults crushing on teenagers

YouTubers who’ve stated they don’t want smut written about them, only ones that don’t care. But if it’s fluff it’s fine

Scooby doo- Only when it’s the live action it’s okay but when there supposedly teens nah. unless it’s fluff.

Going angst someone’s religion or adding satanism in a story.- only because it goes against some characters I write like Jacob Goodnight

Specific characters I do.

Michael myers

Jason voorhees

Jacob goodnight

Patrick Bateman

Hannibal Lecter

Leather face

Candy man

Pearl

Carrie

Chucky

Jennifer Tilly

Freddy Krueger

Ghostfaces

Pinhead

Pyramid head

Pennywise

Art the clown

Harry warden

Gabriel may

Norman Bates

Billy Lenz

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Horror

Sally face

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Supernatural

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikealson

Klaus Mikealson

Mason Lockwood

Kai Parker

TVD

Negan

Rick

Carl

TWD

Simon Riley

Soap

Konig

Cod

Thor

Loki

Captain America

Venom

Deadpool

Marvel

Batman

Superman

Joker

Dick Grayson

The flash

Beast boy

Superboy

Spider noir

Roman reigns

Dolph Zigger

Randy Orton

Batista

Razor Ramon

Drew McIntyre

Kane

Undertaker

Mankind

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Shawn Michaels

Triple H

Diesel

WWE

Sans

Papyrus

Undertale

Naruto uzumaki

Kakashi Hatake

Jiraiya

Asuma sensei

Erwin smith

Reiner Braun

Hercules

Poseidon

Connie springer

Kisame

Coach Ukai

Asahi- Haikyu

Sniper mask

Anime

The hand- Wednesday

Freaky Fred

Scar

Mufasa

Cartoon

Ronald mc Donald

Burger King

Jack in the box

Fast food

Spring trap

Bonnie

Foxy

Freddy faze bear

Monty

Michael afton

Fnaf

Franklin

Michael

GTA

Beast

Prince neaven

Any Disney prince fr <3

Disney

Anything on my list, or in the fandoms I write for I forgot I couple if there’s any you think I might like hit me up! <3

Tags I do

Daddy issues

Older men

Sugar daddy

Sugar mommy

Milf

Dilf

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Age gap

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kevin-eleven-xd · 5 months

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Hello!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧!

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

I may struggle with mental health due to my bad mental stability but i can try to get stuff out as soon as possible. Also, you don't just have to send me requests! I love to talk w/ you. (maybe, gotta see if i like you first ;) )

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔:

FNaF (IT'S ALWAYS BEEN HERE BUT ITS BEEN STRONG LATELY lol)

Freddy (any version Glamrock, Rockstar, toy, nightmare..? Phantom?) Chica (Any version ^) Bonnie (Again, any version, even glamrock, or withered cuz withered bon is cool) Foxy (every foxy, even funtime, toy, captain foxy [hw2] or Glamrock foxy igg???) Roxy/ Roxanne Wolf Monty/Montgomery Gator Mapbot... He's so misunderstood... :( Almost any others. Just ask

𝔼ℕℂ𝔸ℕ𝕋𝕆 (not rly into it anymore... ill still write tho)

Bruno x Reader

Camilo x Reader

Dolores x reader

Antonio x reader (platonic)

Isabella x reader

Luisa x reader

Mirabel x reader

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS (this fandom has become toxic, i might still write for it but there is a lot of r34 and i might not write...

Jax

Ragatha

Zooble

Gangle

Kinger

Queener

Kaufmo

Caine

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 (rarely cause I'M SO SORRY BUT HOW DO PEOPLE LOVE ANGST? It makes me mad for some reason?????) 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘤 (Cause yeah relatable) 𝘴e𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 (I LOVE reading and writing fluff) 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘨𝘣𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 (𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, I love writing when the newer boy/girl/whatever-friend is comforting them after mentioning it)

If something isn’t on here that you wanna request, just ask me! I write fucked up shit too, sooo…. 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌: 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤) 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦 (𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥)

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