#non binary reader

[cynosfunnyjokes]

A Heart’s A Heavy Burden

Characters: Howl x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: None that I can think of.

Summary: Loving Howl Pendragon isn’t easy.

Word Count: 827

Summary: Not really edited or anything- I’m sure there’s mistakes all throughout but I wrote this while watching Howl’s Moving Castle for the umpteenth time lmao. No pronouns are used for the reader!

Apprenticing under Howl was such a joy- never was there a dull moment. He would brighten up the room with his smile- his laugh. It was so contagious that you and Markl couldn't fight the grins growing on your own faces.

Meeting Howl on its own was nothing but luck- you had found yourself in some trouble with the guards, their stupid remarks making you nothing but uncomfortable- and then poof, a stranger was there, whisking you away.

How strange that the random man was Howl himself- a well-known sorcerer and someone you looked up to. Of course, you nervously asked him to take you on as an apprentice, eagerly telling him about your interest in magic since you were young.

He simply laughed, smiling that bright smile everyone adored, and simply agreed to take you in.

All went well- he was a great teacher after all. Even with him being gone at random times throughout the day, you had Markl to spend time with to practice. And then there was Calcifer and his witty remarks. They never bothered you, simply jokingly throwing one back at him.

It didn't take long for feelings to grow for the mysterious sorcerer- everyone noticed it but Howl himself. Not that it was surprising.

Even Calfcifer noticed but never said about it, unlike Markl who made random remarks during the day in whispers, causing you to hide your face while the blush crept up to your ears.

Although one day, while cleaning up the firepit during the time Howl was away, Calficer clicked his tongue at you.

Raising an eyebrow, you turned your head to the burning ball of fire in front of you, silently asking him “what?”

“You really do love him, don't you?”

It was so sudden, it felt so random-

But that’s all he said. That's all he needed to say.

You were undeniably in love with Howl, and you could only hope the feelings were reciprocated. Maybe, just maybe they were.

All hope went down the drain the moment Sophie showed up. Suddenly, Howl wasn't around as much anymore- and when he was, he was with her.

It was always her. Sophie this, Sophie that.

Slowly, the feelings of sadness crept in, their sharp nails jabbing into your heart.

Is this what heartbreak felt like?

Eventually, you stopped leaving your room- opting to just study the days away instead of focusing on the pain residing in your heart.

Markl would stop by to check on you, dropping off food that would stay nothing but untouched, slowly growing cold as time passed.

Even though you appreciated Markl’s company, it didn't help that he often talked about Sophie- how cool she was. All this, all that.

It was all too much.

Howl never stopped in to talk- to check on you. Not that you expected him to. He was his own person who had his own things to do. He was a busy man after all. But still, you found yourself clinging to that hope- just to have it crushed.

Eventually, even Markl stopped popping in, choosing to set the food down on your table before retreating to Sophie.

It was fine. It was all fine. That's what you always told yourself.

But yet... Why did it hurt so much?

Pressing shaking hands against your tear-filled eyes, the only sound that could be heard was small sobs that you were trying oh so hard to muffle.

It was so unfair.

You wanted him to look at you like he does her. To experience the feeling of being wrapped in his arms, to feel his loving gaze.

But that would never happen.

There wasn't much point in staying there anymore- you refused to leave your room unless it was to quickly run to the bathroom, refused to even leave your bed unless it was necessary.

What was the point of staying there? Where the reminder of your unrequited love stayed?

It was raining outside, the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the window helping drown out any sounds that escaped you.

Bag in hand that was full of a few necessities and a small photo of you and Howl, you stopped to stare at Howl’s bedroom door for a minute.

Loving him hurt- but it wasn't something you regretted. If only things were different, maybe it would've been better. Such a false sense of hope.

Howl seemed happier with Sophie- even Calcifer and Markl were happier.

You weren't needed anymore.

So without a single thought, you turned on your heels and climbed out the hallway window to avoid Calcifer knowing.

Landing on the muddy ground below with a let thump, you looked at what used to be your home one last time, thoughts racing a thousand miles per second. You didn't want to stay and be reminded of how much happier everyone was without you.

So you left, the rain being your only company as you sobbed into the night.

#howl pendragon #howl’s moving castle #fanfiction #fanfic #howl x reader #howl x sophie #unrequited love #angst #cynosfunnyjokes writes #sophie hatter #calcifer #studio ghibli #howl pendragon x reader #non binary reader #fanfiction writer #angst fanfic #sunny needs to stop writing angst- #oneshot #short fiction

[alastor-simp]

"A What Now?” - Alastor x Non-binary Reader

This was requested to me by @dudeidontknowok

I’m sure you are all aware Alastor is not very up to date with new sexuality’s and genders, seeing he was from the 1920s, so this will be my take on him reacting to a nonbinary reader. Enjoy!

“Let’s see…the man said take a left here and the hotel should be right….” Walking through the narrow streets in the Pride ring, you were trying to spot the Hazbin Hotel. Your name was y/n and you had just arrived in Hell a few hours ago. It was a very odd experience, suddenly dying in an accident and ending up in a place with a blood red sky and people looking like something from a cartoon, but at least you were glad you weren’t fully dead dead. The streets were havoc walking through them, fires popping up everywhere, random people getting stabbed or robbed and some others were just high out of their minds. A little flyer had landed in front of you, saying “Come to the Hazbin Hotel!” Seemed decent enough, but there was no map on the flyer and since you just arrived, you had no idea where to look. Thankfully the first demon you asked was friendly and not psycho bonkers crazy, and he explained the direct path that led to the hotel.

You had reached your destination and in front of you was a huge building, neon sign flashing “HAZBIN HOTEL”. It seemed a little run-down, but there were some good qualities about it. Heading up to the door, you stared at them, feelings of hesitation in your stomach. You had no idea if this was just a trap to lure people like you to get killed or worse. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your hand to knock on the door.

Before it could make contact, the door had swung open. A very tall man was standing in front of you. He was almost 6 or 7 feet tall, wearing a red striped suit, accompanied with a bow tie and red monocle on his face. His hair was in a bob cut, and dyed red to black. The smile he had on his face was enormous, making your cheeks hurt from how wide it was. His slitted red eyes stared down at you, a hint of shock in them as he probably didn’t expect someone to be at the door. “AH!, A newcomer! Hello my dear/young fellow! Have you come to stay at the hotel?” His voice sounded like it was coming out of a radio. He bent down, his face leaning closer to yours, making you feel a bit uneasy, since he appeared very intimidating. Giving a small smile, you gave a nod, leading to him grabbing your hand. “Splendid! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alastor! And you are?” he was very animated, given how wacky his reactions were. “My name is Y/N, and you don’t have to call me dear/fellow, just my name is fine.” He arched an eyebrow at that, as he pulled you in, allowing you to enter the hotel.

Your head darted all around, taking in everything. It was very spacious, and the decor was pleasing to the eye, but there was some hints that it still needed some work, given the wall you saw that was being repaired and some bugs crawling. You realized there were other people staying at the hotel as well. There was a tall, lanky spider lounging on one of the couches, phone in hand. There was another female demon, speeding around the hotel with a broom in hand. It was hard to figure how what she looked like, but she was very cute. Noticing there was a bar, you gazed at it and took a look at the bartender. He was the definition of a grumpy cat, given the scowl on his face. His mouth was attached to a beer bottle, chugging away. He noticed you looking and gave a slight nod, while still drinking the beer. A giant snake man was sitting on the ground, appearing to be fiddling with some device, he looked up, smiled, and went back to work. Al had brought you over to the couch, where the spider was staying, and made you take a seat. "Wait right here! I'll go fetch the owner of this establishment!" Al said, as he snapped his fingers, disappearing. Well that shocked you, you had no idea he had powers, maybe you had some as well.

Your thoughts got interrupted when you felt two arms, grab at your waist, pulling you closer to the other demon. "Well hey there handsome/toots~. Never seen the likes of you before, you new in hell?" The spider smirked down you, letting you see his gold tooth shining." You nodded and said you were which made the spider smile more. "Name is Angel dust~. Now tell me your name, toots/handsome." This was making you a bit uncomfortable. "Um could you please not call me that. I don't identify with male or feminine terms. My name is Y/N, by the way." Angel's eyes widen at that, and he rubbed his neck with one of his hands, "Oh sh✪✪, my bad. Didn't mean to offend ya." Giving him a smile, you pat one of the hands that was on your waist, saying it was fine.

The sounds of feet clattering against the floor alerted you, making you turn your head. A women, dressed in a red suit had ran into the lounge. She had pretty blonde hair that was tied up, and her cheeks had two cute red dots on them. The smile on her face was radiant, it could make the sun jealous. "HELLO! Oh my goodness, another patient! My name is Charlie, its so nice to meet you!" She had extended her arms out, squeezing you with a hug while you remained on the couch. Letting out a laugh at her energy, you hugged her back. Looking over her shoulder, you spotted Alastor walking back in, along with another girl with white hair and an X on her eye? Strange.

Charlie finally let you go, standing up while grabbing the other girls hand. "Let me introduce everyone, this is Vaggie, my girlfriend. Angel Dust is the one next to you. Husk is the bartender. Niffty is the little one running around. Sir Pentious is another one of our patients, and I'm sure you met Alastor." You turned your head at all the new names you heard, giving a smile and small wave to everyone, which they gave back, except Husk as he still looked grumpy. The little one, Niffty, had rushed up towards you, jumping up in front of you: "Ooooo... she/he is very pretty." There it was again, that feeling of discomfort. Angel Dust noticed your expression, giving your shoulder a rub. "Niffty, they are non-binary. Don't call them he or she, ya got it? That goes for all of you as well." Angel said as he pointed at everyone. Niffty blinked up at Angel, seeming confused before smiling, letting out an okay.

"Pardon me, a what now?" a static voice had spoken out, letting you know it was Alastor. He had walked closer to where you were sitting, head tiled in confusion. Angel was about to say something, but Charlie chimed in. "Alastor, they don't see themselves as man or a women. They may have male or feminine features, but they don't fall into either of the categories. Does that make sense?" Charlie helped explained it to Alastor. His head stayed tilted, clearly still confused. "I'm afraid I still don't follow, my dear. During my time, there were only gentleman and ladies." His time? Your mind picked up on that

"Um, sorry for interrupting, but what do you mean by your time?" You copied Alastor, tiling your head. Alastor perked up at that. "Ah, I was born in the roaring 1920s! Ah how I miss it so!" Dang, he was from the 1920s!!! That must be why he didn't know. "Ahh, that makes much more sense. Don't think so hard on it Alastor, its fine." Alastor still seemed a bit puzzled, and he wanted to say something else, but he was cut off by Charlie. "Well since your going to be staying here now at the hotel, you'll need a room! Come! I'll bring you to it." Grabbing your hand, Charlie pulled you off the couch, and began to walk away from the lounge. Turning your head back, you gave a small wave to the others, which they returned back. Alastor was still gazing at you, as you left, along with his shadow that eyed you with curiosity.

Charlie had brought you to your room, also letting you know that your neighbor would be Angel Dust, which she hoped you wouldn't mind, which you didn't. The room was marvelous, all nice and tidy and it even had a outdoor balcony. "Welp I should probably head back down to everyone, I'll bring you some new clothes since I'm sure you want to freshen up, let me know if you need anything else, okay?" Charlie beamed at you, making you smile. Thanking her, you told her you would do that, earning you another hug from her. Soon she left the room, leaving you by yourself. Well, might as well take a shower.

**Later in the evening**

After your shower and wearing the comfy lounge clothes Charlie brought, you headed back down to where everyone was. It was time for dinner and on the menu for tonight was lasagna. Apparently, Angel made it himself, letting you know he was well versed in Italian cuisine. Dinner with everyone was nice, it was a bit chaotic, but your heart felt warm being around everyone. They were all a bit kooky, but still friendly. Soon it was time for bed. Everyone bid you a goodnight as they headed to their rooms, while you walked away with Angel next to you. "Night y/n." Angel said, giving a big yawn while stretching his four arms in the air. "Goodnight." you said back, as you went inside your room.

Sadly, you weren't very tired, so you decided to head over to the balcony and stay for a bit. The view was nice, and so was the breeze. Leaning against the railing, you gave a sigh, peering into the maroon sky. "Trouble sleeping?" a static voice appeared next to you, making you jump. Turning around, you see that it was Alastor, grinning with glee that he managed to frighten you. "Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." your hand was placed against your chest, which was still racing. Alastor gave a chuckle, and leaned his arms against the railing, copying you: "Oh I wouldn't want that to happen! I have grown very fond of you!" His smile was mischievous, but his eyes gave away that he was telling the truth. You turned back to look at the sky, before you heard Alastor speak again. "May I ask something?" Turning back, you gazed at him, waiting for his response.

"Well, could you go into more detail about the whole non beanery, was it, again?" He lifted one of his hands in the air, spinning it around, as he was trying to come up with the word. You quickly broke into laughter. Non-beanery!?! What the heck was that?! Alastor watched you, as you continued to laugh, wondering what was so funny. "Its non-binary, Al. I basically don't see myself as a male or a female. Growing up, I felt different then everyone around me. In my soul, I knew that. So after a while, I came out as non-binary, it was odd to tell everyone I grew up with that, but hey, I was still me. Yes I know to you, it's a bit strange given you were born in the era where there was always two genders, but that's what I am and I'm comfortable with it."

After your speech, your irises kept staring into Al's. He had not said a word, gazing at you still. His smiled had relaxed more into a soft grin. "Thank you for explaining it. I'm not the type to apologize often, but I wish to offer my apologies about before. It wasn't my intention to come off as rude." Your heart felt warm after hearing the sweet apology, you told him it was fine. Alastor smiled and turn back to look at the sky, before he turned his head back quickly, causing it to emit a loud snap. "How would you like me to address you then? Now you must be patient with me, since it will take me a while to adjust!" You were happy that he was taking this very seriously, other people you have told usually brushed it off, but it was nice that he cared. "My name is fine, but if you are ever mentioning me in a conversation, say they/them, okay?" Alastor's signature smile returned, and he gave a nod. "Duly noted!" The both of you gazed at each other smiling, before turning back to stare at the night sky.

~END~

Tagging:

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[salamivx]

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could do a fic/headcanon about a jinx like reader (the one from arcane) like the reader has her personality and her backstory they can be any gander you want. For characters you can go wild but I would like if Alastor, Lucifer and Vox were there. Bonus points if the reader is a teen that is alive and nobody knows how they got here but don't want to send them back because they are frankly terrified for them. Sorry it's so long. Make sure to take breaks and keep hydrated.

JINX!

Platonic! Alastor, Lucifer (Separate hc)+ Jinx like! Reader

MASTERLIST >

warnings. i changed it up a bit, readers gender isnt mentioned, reader is a teen.

(Not proofread, sorry I don’t write 4 vox😭)

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- Alastor finds you interesting! I mean your talking to yourself, yea its normal, but the way you act when you do so? He wonders what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours!

- Alastor and you would definitely get along he’s also introduced you to Rosie and she absolutely adores you! And when you met Nifty to, you to hit it off and become great friends.

- When Alastor sees you making your bombs and weapons he finds it interesting you can just make any junk into anything.

- After hearing what your past was like as a child and how you got in hell from one of Charlie’s exercises he pity’s you, he couldn’t imagine being abandoned by his mother as a child so he started to treat you like his own, he literally becomes like Silco.

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- Lucifer adores you and when I say adores you I mean it, he treats you like your his own daughter, but this lead to a lot of fights between him and Alastor, but you don’t mind you find it quite funny.

- Lucifer loves that you make stuff he makes stuff to! He definitely has made a duck that looks like you, you you definitely have a plush ur that looks like him!

- After hearing the stuff that’s happened to you and what you’ve had to go through as a child it literally makes him cry, hes emotional ok. And while hes crying you just look at him and laugh you ass off.

- But overall you him and Charlie, and i guess Alastor are one big happy family.

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #non binary reader #x reader #lucifer morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader

[dorabledewdroop]

Mommy!Wanda x nb!reader

I'm just imagining Mommy!Wanda dating y/n for a couple of months until they (reader) came out as non-binary.

Wanda spends the entire night researching different gender-neutral pet names and different ways to make her partner feel as special as they make her feel.

From then on Wanda uses terms like "darling", "love", and "sweetheart".

Y/n pretty quickly figures out the change and they just fall more in love with the sokovian.

What they don't expect is when Wanda throws y/n onto the bed, straddling their face.

Looking into their glossy eyes, Wanda uttered the words that nearly made y/n come on the spot.

"Be a good little pet and make mommy come, will you?"

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch smut #scarlet witch #marvel #mommy wanda #non binary reader

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers I think would make great ace partners.

I made this purely for my ace friends and followers. You don't have to agree with anything I say. This was made based on my own opinions and speculation. Like I said, you don't have to read this or agree with anything I say. These were also based on my own interpretations of the killers- aka- emotional support slashers.

1). Albert Wesker

I feel like a lot of people might disagree with me on this one, but I actually believe that Albert would gladly accept an ace partner. Albert has a high standard for people, especially partners. He puts personality value and skill value above all else. He looks for someone who is smart, talented, trustworthy, dependable and loyal. He wants someone who isn't too physically needy and can hold their own while he's gone on long trips. If he can have a partner who meets those needs, then I think he'd probably care less about sexual gratification. He would probably love to tease, pamper and spoil his partner as well for he just loves showing off how good he is at taking care of his loved one.

2). Michael Myers

It goes without saying that Michael probably despises sex or has no idea what sex actually is. If Michael were to find a partner, I think he'd choose a partner who is interesting, emotional and has certain needs. Michael is a protector; he likes guarding his loved one and providing them with care. He finds pride in the service he provides them, especially if it makes them feel happy, comfortable and safe. I do think Michael would like to hold and/or cuddle his partner, but not much more than that. Sex isn't even a part of his vocabulary. He loves his partner no matter who they are.

3). Jason Voorhees (the ultimate baby boy!)

The ultimate sexual pleasure destroyer here who kills every naked person in literally every movie, lol. Jason is a person who needs love, acceptance and reassurance, so he seeks out a partner who is kind, modest and pure. Jason is number one when it comes to putting personality value first. He could care less what his partner looks like, just as long as they are empathetic, accepting, trustworthy, loyal and compassionate. He also probably does love hugs, cuddles and soft, platonic touches because it makes him feel good, but sex is a no no. Jason is extremely caring too, so if his partner has needs, he will glady take care of them. He is a protector.

4). Pinhead/Elliot Spencer (baby boy number 2!)

I believe, due to his power, Elliot can feel the pleasure and determine the worth of a person without even touching them. Physical/sexual gratification isn't exactly something he needs to be able to feel what his partner is feeling. Elliot has a significant attraction towards those who are strong, passionate and determined. The worth of his partner is determined by their aspirations and outlooks on life. He loves to feel their emotions through the bond that they share because it's more meaningful and important to him. I think Elliot would also be pretty obedient and considerate, putting the needs of his partner first. You wanna cuddle? Then let's cuddle. You want space? Then you have your space, he understands.

5). Pyramid Head/The Executioner

I believe that Pyramid baby here is a special case because I don't think he has a "type". I believe he discovers love at first sight- like a soulmate thing. Doesn't matter what the person looks like or anything else. When he can feel that his potential partner is true to him despite whatever flaws they may have, he will instantly submit himself and live up to their expectations. If they prefer not to have sex, then that is perfectly fine. Just as long as this incredible person will stay with him, show him the world and share all kinds of meaningful experiences with him, then he will be infinitely grateful.

6). Jeffrey Hawk/Kenneth Chase (baby boy number 3!)

Jeffrey Hawk is a classical Kentucky tease (psst, I literally have no idea if he's from Kentucky. I just made it up, hehehe). Jeffrey does not define his partner's worth based on anything other than personality. Appearance doesn't matter, financial stance doesn't matter. Just as long as his partner is honest, loyal, caring and fun, then he will love them till the cows come home. His favorite things to do with his partner are cracking jokes, teasing, doing magic tricks, eating and exploring. He loves the attention and having his partner with him. Their smile and laugh is the very heart of his day. When it comes to sexual intimacy, he doesn't really care.

7). Ji-woon Hak

Some people might not agree with me on this one either, but whatever. I believe that Ji-woon would be a bit like Pyramid Head and view his partner as his soul mate. To him, they are the most precious, most beautiful and the most important jewel to him and he would do anything for them. Including giving up sex. There are other ways to enjoy time like teaching his partner how to play instruments or taking them on tour. Just as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters to him. He also loves attention and showing his partner off to the world. "Ha, jealous much? Look at my beautiful partner that you don't have!"

8). Carmina Mora

Carmina has been through a lot in life. She takes loss very seriously and will do anything to keep those closest to her safe. She also has insecurities and emotional issues, so risking bad behavior that would result in losing her partner is too great a risk. If she could find someone who was understanding, gentle and kind, and could accept her despite all her bad mistakes, I think she would be ever grateful to that person. I see Carmina as being more demi; needing that strong, emotional connection before ever doing anything intimate with her partner if that's what her partner wants. She's very loyal and caring, and will love her partner no matter what.

Fellow mentions I couldn't decide on (tell me what you think): Evan MacMillan, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Max Thompson, and Rin Yamaoka.

#dead by daylight fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #albert wesker x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #pinhead x reader #pyramid head x reader #jeffrey hawk x reader #ji woon hak x reader #Carmina Mora x reader #emotional support slashers #asexual reader #aroace reader #Demisexual reader #ace spec #non binary reader #bo sinclair #evan macmillan #max thompson jr #rin yamaoka #bubba sawyer #personal post

[solannn]

Haikyuu x Cat!male!reader

description: which,a cat human,[M/N] tries to forget his human past as a cat but it’s isn’t it's not easy as he thought

remember : this story implied male reader and I’m really strict about a fem aligned about reading it you can read it just don’t fetishized it please there’s no nsfw bcs the character aren’t adults so minor are accepted.

KITTY; 01

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You had 2 owners, one is named Kuroo and the other Kenma.

Kuroo is the one who adopted him alone on a desolate street

Kenma sometimes visited you because you lived with Kuroo. Now you've been living with him for about 2 years, you've gotten used to seeing him leave first thing in the morning to go to class.

You decide to go to his room and the first thing you notice is his volleyball, do you remember seeing her playing with Kenma, won't it do any harm if you try to copy their actions?

You transform into a human and take the ball in your hands, at first you didn't understand the basics so you forced yourself to watch tutorials on the computer.

It's 1:30 p.m. you went to eat for your lunch break, you picked up the ball and started playing again for hours but you forgot that your owner came back around 8 p.m. and you made a mess of the house

The door opened, Kuroo was the first to notice he had his mouth open when he noticed you he exclaimed

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ??" He enters the house and looks around to find his cat.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CAT? ARE YOU AN ANIMAL KIDNAPER?? A THIE-” he noticed that you had cat ears and a tail.

“…” He looked you straight in the eyes you didn’t know what to say the room became silent before Kenma arrived.

“I didn’t know you had a b-” Kenma started to say appearing from behind making Kuroo jolt. Kuroo cut him off “I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND."

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“Are you trying to tell me you’re my cat, Kitty?” You were sitting on the couch talking everyone thought you were crazy in this room.

Oh yes, you forgot that they called you 'Kitty' because of Hello Kitty and the lack of originality.

You sigh trying to find your words “Touch my ear” The 2 boys raised their eyebrows Kuroo took your ear and pulled it very hard, he could tear it off you cried out in pain.

“I SAID TOUCH NOT PULL.” “YOU NEVER KNOW OK!!” he shouted back. Kenma was massaging his tampons because they were screaming so loudly.

“See I’m real!” You said letting a sigh escape your mouth you didn't know why but you couldn't transform yourself maybe from one to stress or something else probably.

You closed your eyes trying to concentrate, you took deep breaths and relaxed your shoulders. A few seconds passed and you became a cat again, you meowed. Kuroo & Kenma look at you in pure shock.

“Now I believe you it wasn’t so hard to do that” said the boy you gave him a glare,a death glare.

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You turned back into a human to talk to them, you sighed “Calling me [M/N] is better than Kitty” you said, scratching the back of your head.

“Why was Kitty a good first name?” Complains Kuroo “It was shitty and no originality 😐” said Kenma “hey! I had no idea ok?☹️”.

“Actually, if you went to high school, that would be great, wouldn’t it?” “Yeah..” Kenma replied with his eyes on his console.

Kuroo smirked, imagining scenarios where you were in high school “ you should hide your tail and your ears” you nodded Kuroo already had an idea in mind.

"But how old are you? In your human form ig" Kenma asked curiosily if you didn’t mind "I’m 16 years I think I should be in second year" Kenma nodded

“Ah! I almost forgot, [M/N]” a warm smile appeared on his face before disappearing “you clean the house 😘". You sighed

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#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu #hq x male reader #black male reader #anime x male reader #male reader #x male reader #male #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #nekoma #kuroo x male reader #kenma x male reader #yaku x male reader #nekoma x male reader #anime #anime sports #volleyball #non binary reader #nonbinary #gender neutral reader #reader

[djljpanda]

(Ok! Wanna have something wholesome to write?!?)

Wally x gentle giant non binary reader headcanons? Where the reader is basically: howdy/poppy sized, but is basically ‘soft babie who can’t be left alone or they’ll cry’ type of gentle? Like big teddy bear!

(Btw you don’t have to do this if ya don’t wanna do it! You do you! You deserve ALL the love in this world, and if you ever say “I’m not good” or “I’m ugly.” GIRLY YOU IS THE BEST THING ALL THE PEOPLE OF TUMBLER NEEDS YOU SLAY THE DAY AWAY!)

Thank you for your kind words. You really made me smile and felt loved, thank you a lot. So here is your order.

You are the sweetest thing in the whole neighborhood - Wally Darling

You love the fact that Wally keeps you company and Wally himself loves keeping you company

Wally always tells you that he will never judge you based on your height

You do love caring Wally around and man he loves it too

If you ever feel insecure Wally is there if you need to talk with and he is okay if you would want to talk with Poppy and Howdy if you have too

Wally hates when he hears you talk bad about yourself

You can to yourself that "I'm not good enough", Wally can be 100 miles away and he will still hear you

He may have small legs but he will be there already telling you how great you are

Even with both of your different heights Wally makes you feel the same height

You do like to see when Wally paints you, he just finds you eye catching as to him you are the most beautiful

One time Wally did leave without telling you he was leaving and you thought he ditched you as tears started to come from your eyes. Wally came back shocked to see you in such a state but you just rushed over to him and hugged him so tight afraid that if you let go he will be gone again. Wally comforted you by telling you he will never leave you and he loves you very much.

Honestly your guys cuddle time is the best

Wally calls you a big soft teddy bear while you both laid down in bed

Wally feels so lucky to have you and is always there when you need him

#wally darling x you #welcome home wally x reader #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #wally darling #non binary reader #wally darling x gn reader #gn reader #giant reader #soft reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home x gn reader #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home arg x gn reader

[jinnie-ret]

hii, its the anon who asked about lgbtq+ readers.

what i had in mind was a nonbinary 9th member who uses they/them pronouns and interviewers and talk how hosts etc keep misgendering them and using the wrong pronouns, saying how theyre the only female member. the boys are the one to keep adamantly correcting them, no matter how many times they have to do it. the reader would be annoyed at the interviewers but glad the boys had their back, maybe the boys reassuring them at the end.

obviously only write it if you feel comfortable, thank you for answering my original ask!! your writing is great and a big comfort, i honestly think youd be great at writing it but this is your blog and only write what you feel comfy writing <333

who I am

stray kids x ninth member non-binary!reader (platonic)

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: ignorant interviewer, misgendering

word count: 1.4k

summary: the boys support y/n for who they are, and show them that they truly have their back when a podcast goes wrong.

Thank you so much! Ok! I finally wrote it! I hope that this brings you great comfort like my other fics do too! And please give me feedback that this was written okay because I would never want to misrepresent anyone or their feelings in my writing.

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

MAIN MASTERLIST

"Welcome back to the podcast! Today we have a special guest, or guests, should I say, Stray Kids! Everyone give it up for Stray Kids!" the interviewer, Oscar, introduces us, the camera panning to us all sat in a cosy studio setting. We were currently in LA promoting our new album.

"Thank you inviting us!" Bang Chan says bashfully. We all knew of the podcast, well, us English speakers did, and we were so excited to be on the show.

"So, let's get right into it, you're here to talk about your new album, right?" Oscar smiles, looking down at his notes before asking us the question.

"Yeah, we've just released our new album 5STAR, and we hope that our fans enjoy it, and, yeah!" Felix begins to explain, smiling as he trails off, not knowing what else to add on. You give him a rub on the shoulder, letting him know that he was doing a good job. That's what you loved about being in Stray Kids, no matter who you were, you had each other's backs.

"It really is so cool to have you all here, and may I say, this really is a unique bunch of members you have here," Oscar waves his hands as he explains.

"Well, we like to think that we all bring something different to the table haha," you laugh along politely.

"Well, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N," Oscar turns his body towards you slightly.

The others go 'ohhh', making you blush slightly.

"You want to ask me?" you brush your hair back, your newly cut black mullet, which went down a treat with stays.

"Yes, the reason I say you're in quite a unique situation, is because, well, it's so rare to see 8 guys and a girl in one group together!" Oscar smiles.

Oh.

Your smile dropped.

Maybe you had gotten your hopes up, thinking he'd be talking about your input on the fashion of the group, considering it was quite well known, especially with the group's growing popularity that you created many of the pieces that yourself and the boys would wear.

But no. Somehow you didn't think that this topic would be brought up once again.

"Stray Kids is family, no matter what," Hyunjin spoke up, communicating as best he could in English that gender didn't matter.

The boys could sense your discomfort at Oscar blatantly calling you a girl. Surely he's done enough research that he knows you identify differently?

Even the less confident English speakers, Lee Know and Jeongin seemed to catch on what was happening.

"And what an interesting family you are indeed," Oscar didn't notice your unease or the slightly more defensive stances that the boys acquired from their seats.

"I also wanted to comment that I think Y/N is my bias, you guys!"

Seeming to think there was a more lighter mood in the room, Y/N themself to relax a bit and laugh along.

"Come on boys, don't be jealous, I just think she's got this special quality about her," Oscar continued, thinking the frowns on your members' faces were playfully jealous of his comment.

"They are very special to us, we feel lucky to have them in our group," Han spoke up, subtlely linking his pinkie with yours as a form of comfort. The boys knew that such situations like this still hurt you, because of how you struggled to understand why you felt different and finally knew why, it was frustrating when other people, who were clearly in a position to do some research, didn't know.

Of course you'd give the benefit of the doubt, maybe he didn't know and he might be apologetic, in which case it would all smooth over.

But it wasn't in this case.

"Actually, Oscar, Y/N is non-binary," Chan began, looking towards you to see if you wanted to continue.

"Yes, I use they/them pronouns and don't identify as either male or female, I'm just, me," you shrug it off and say casually, because that's how you felt it should be. It wasn't a big deal,.it was just who you are.

"Oh wow, that's quite interesting, so you don't look at it like she's your younger sister? Or you don't think that as a boyband you have a disadvantage having a female member?" Oscar furrowed his brows.

"We don't feel the need to recognise our member by a gender," Seungmin grabbed the mic provided by the studio and calmly spoke into it, it almost fully calmed you down, his soft voice as he spoke in English filling the room.

"It doesn't matter. We are a group. Just a group of people who like making music and entertaining our stays, and that's how they like it, so..." Felix's knee bobbed up and down, and you couldn't tell if the ray of sunshine was slowly turning into a thundercloud or if he was nervous to speak his mind. You were thankful either way.

"Right... I mean, it's funny, it must be weird, like having her as a novelty to the group, almost?" Oscar said genuinely, like he didn't see an issue in how he was conducting himself.

"They are best," Jeongin threw a cheeky smile your way, making the weight on your shoulders feel just a little bit lighter.

"We're a unit. A team. I mean, it's funny, we don't feel the need to separate ourselves based on gender," Chan passive aggressively said, using the man's previous words to show he would not take anymore ignorance to how his member was being treated.

"Look, I don't expect people to understand straight away, but I can appreciate them looking at me not just for what I believe is a socially constructed view, one that I don't align with, but for my talent," you slowly explained, nerves filling your body as you hoped the way that you had explained yourself had made sense and would get a message across to the interviewer.

"See, that's something I think would bring even more attention to your success! Y/N do you think that creating this facade has brought you more fans?" Oscar questioned, his kind intentions slipping away.

"Excuse me?" you were taken aback. Facade? He thought that you were pretending?

"Hyung? We can go now? Yeah, ok, great. We'll be leaving now, thank you for your time, I think," Chan sarcastically smiled at Oscar after getting the green light from their manager that they could leave.

"So, that wraps up our interview with Stray Kids today..."

You sighed as you all got into the van, leaving the studio all together. You sat in the back with Lee Know and Changbin.

"What did he say at the end?" Lee Know questioned, rubbing your knee soothingly.

"That I'm a fake," you scrunch your face, looking at the ceiling of the car to trap your tears and avoid them from escaping.

"He has no idea what he's talking about, Y/Nnie," Changbin turned to you as best he could at the back of the van.

"I just wish I could feel normal, but sometimes it's things like this that just alienate me from everyone else, you know?" you sigh, tapping your leg with your fingers to distract yourself.

"You're far from an alien, Y/N. We don't care about what other people say, you're a part of us. Chan hyung was right, we're a unit, and we'll stay as one forever," Hyunjin reassured you.

"Plus, if anyone is an alien, it's Hannie," Seungmin savagely chuckled.

"I'M AN ALIEN ON THIS EARTH!!!" Han took that as his cue to sing his song loudly, causing you to groan and cover your ears.

"Someone help him return to his home planet," you giggled, making the other boys laugh along with you.

"Seriously though, we've got you, hm? Stupid interviewers like that have no respect..." Jeongin shook his head, feeling irritated.

"He was nice at the start..." you trailed off, thinking about Oscar's bright personality which was for sure what brought in viewers and listeners of the podcast.

"But then he showed his true colours, he was rude, you didn't deserve the disrespect, end of," Chan said from the front of the car, making his voice a little louder than normal so everyone could hear.

"Thanks, Channie," you smiled, the two boys in the back of the car with you letting you relax against them as the stress seemed to leave your body.

They had your back, always.

tagged: @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @kiraisastay

#skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #straykids imagines #stray kids fluff #skz fic #stray kids imagines #non binary reader #skz x non binary reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz x oc #stray kids x non binary reader

[porkcracker]

Hello!!

I just wanna say I really liked your Optimus father figure headcannons and Ratchet grandpa figure headcannons! It was really nice!

I was wondering if you can do a oneshot of those headcannons with a Non-binary reader? I think it'd be really wholesome and nice to see ^^

I was staring at this ask for a very long time and man I wish I had time to answer it quicker, because it hits some buttons. I'm happy you liked my headcanons btw. Still being probably months late, I still hope you enjoy this.

Dad!Optimus & Grandpa!Ratchet & NB!Reader It had been in no way your fault, but nonetheless you still found yourself shrinking into yourself as Optimus looked at you with a disappointed look in his bright blue optics. As the oldest of the humans on base, you had taken to watching over the three younger ones. Which as a result lead to you being equally in trouble, when they got in trouble and like in moments like this had broken something. You had been busy with yourself for a few minutes, so there was no clear way to say who had started it, but by the time yells and screams had drawn your attention they were running around the base, chasing each other with water guns.

To a degree you could understand them, the summer was hot, and even the base could grow uncomfortably warm at the height of the day, but to use water guns? Around a lot of technology? An exasperated sigh had left you, and you had to move to stop them, yelling after them. Alas, too late, an over enthusiastic shot from Miko had missed its intended target of Raf and instead hit Ratchets workstation. You watched with bated breath hoping it would do no damage, relaxing as it seemed to be fine and turning to the equally frozen kids, when there was a crackling noise and just as you turned back around the previously lit display darkened.

As the Bots returned, the children and their guardians were quickly sent on their way to bring said children home, which left you alone with Optimus and Ratchet. Ratchet had not left his damaged station since returning, attempting to fix the damage. Optimus on the other hand had turned to you. Which was what had led to this moment. The big bot wasn't angry, but the disappointment in his optics was far more disheartening in your opinion. Disappointing Optimus never sat right with you at all, not that you had been at this point very often before. No, rather, you were far more commonly sitting on his shoulder and conversing with him.

"(Y/N), I'm very glad that you watch the younger ones when you're alone at base, but if you need help than please do tell me. I would not want you to be overwhelmed by watching three other humans by yourself. I am quite sure, leaving one of the others at base to help you, would be manageable.", his voice was as gentle as always and perhaps the fact that he was seemingly more concerned for you than the damaged equipment and even considered leaving someone at base was worse. With the Deceptions being more experienced fighters and having no qualms, leaving someone to watch would be impractical. While usual Ratchet was at base, he was ready to leave base when necessary, so to stop that would be impractical.

Still you nodded and watched, still hunched into yourself, as Optimus joined Ratchet to look at the damage from the equipment. Coming to a decision, the next day, when the Bots and the kids left base, you made your way towards the workstation and had a closer look at the damage. It was quickly clear why such technically minimal water damage made this much trouble. The cables were sized for humans and while it must have been hard to connect when building the station it had no casing then and no it did, making it even harder for big cybertronian hands to work half hidden small human cables.

It didn't take long to get a torch and a few tools from your back, something you carried with you just in case, since you had started to get along better with Ratchet, often listening to his stories and grumbled life advice. Once back at the workstation, you turned the torch on and climbed into the casing of the workstation and working along the few small cables that needed to be fixed. Fixated on your work, it only registered that Optimus and Ratchet had come over, both not out with the others, when they began to talk, or well you assumed began to talk as you hadn't registered it before.

"It's almost amusing to watch you, how do the humans say it, mother hen them.", the sentence made you slow in your work with curiosity, wondering if they were talking about the other kids, your curiosity mirrored by the confused tone of Optimus. "What do you mean, old friend?" "Hah, it's obvious. (Y/N), you talk like you're their creator.", the way Ratchet said it was not judgemental, rather it seemed genuinely amusing. "I-", Optimus began, but was cut almost off immediately by a yelp. Both bots snapped their helms around, looking around, pinpointing the origin just as you crawled out of the casing of the workstation, your finger bleeding where you had slipped at the answer of the medic.

Before you could even fully get over the hem of the workstation, Ratchet scooped you up and walked off with words of chiding for injuring yourself. As much as Optimus had been caught off-guard by the words of his old friend, reflecting on them proofed them true. But alas, at least he was not the only one, he mused quietly as he watched said old friend fret over your cut with a rare care in his optics.

#request #transformers #transformers prime #maccadam #optimus prime #ratchet #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #reader #non binary reader #platonic #optimus prime x reader #ratchet x reader #found family

[blueclownsworld]

Could you do autistic non-binary reader with Dazai, Chuuya, Sigma or Kunikida? Like reader has a bad sensory day and their s/o tries to make a comfortable environment for them!

Sorry if this is too much aaaa,,,,,

Author's note: thank you for the request, hopefully you like it !! ( also it's not too much, i like detailed requests )

Content: s/o Sigma, non-binary autistic reader, fluff, Kunikida hcs relating to the request in the end ( as a separate part )

You were at the Sky Casino with your s/o Sigma, just talking and spending time with him whenever he wasn't occupied with helping customers. Though, as the evening arrived, so did a group of talkative and loud customers. The casino had already been noisy, but now it achieved a whole new level. It was simply too much.

"Are you okay?" Sigma asked as he walked back to you after helping a customer. He noticed the discomfort you had, and the way you seemed to be avoiding everyone.

You were visibly relieved as your s/o's voice brought you back to the situation. "Uh, it's too loud and busy here."

His eyebrows furrowed in worry "You don't have to be here if you don't want to. I can take you to my office, And I have a couple of books there too, if you feel like reading."

"Yeah, I'd prefer that", you answered.

🎀

Not a long after you got to his office, it was peaceful and quiet there as the noises of the casino didn't reach that far. The lighting was also more pleasant, a dim yellow light barely glowing in the darkness.

"Would you like a hug?" Sigma offered after he closed the door behind him.

You nodded, and he asked "A tight one?" as he knew that those usually helped you feel more at ease.

"Mhm, super tight", you confirmed and hugged him, his arms wrapping around you tightly right after.

Sigma kept his arms wrapped around you for some time, slowly rubbing your back to help you relax more.

After he felt that you had fully calmed down, he pulled away and asked "Feeling better now?"

"Yes, thank you", you smiled.

"No need to thank me, I'm just glad you're feeling better", Sigma answered with that usual caring tone of his.

"Hm, I'm going to go back to the casino now, see you in couple of hours after my shift ends", he said and gave a kiss on your forehead before returning to the casino.

🎀

Kunikida headcanons:

would have detailed notes about you and your preferences on things in his notebook; including your comfort foods, clothes, activities, environment.. If you ever told him that you were having a bad sensory day, he'd pull out his notebook and read about your favourite things and about what usually managed to make you feel better

would understand and feel your pain ( he seems very autistic to me :P )

if, by any chance, Dazai's constant yelling had caused you discomfort.. Well, you'd receive a hand-written apology for him after ( Kunikida had to give him a death glare and couple of threats ), promising that he'd keep his tone at a reasonable level

and ofcourse, Kunikida would always carry some useful items with him incase you needed them. That included noise-cancelling headphones, sensory toys, anything that you usually preferred in moments of discomfort

🎀

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[apocalypseyoshia]

Platonic yandere (aged up) father Giorno Giovanna

My father wasn’t normal father , not in the sense that he was hurting me but he just acts odd

“No don’t go out today”

“Why do you want to go to school I’ll got you the best tutors”

“Don’t go farther than the garden”

It was odd my friend’s father’s never that clingy or strict, but even so none of my friends have what I have, a lavish garden a giant bedroom beautiful clothes and a father with am amazing fashion taste and a amazing aunt who is a Famous singer and a badass uncle, who honestly needs to take a shower more often, but even tho they felt like family they weren’t biologically related to us, and my dad never wanted to talk about my mom, there is another person a blond man with anger issues he try’s to control them but it’s not that hard to notice he sometimes helps me with my math homework, but he always looks sad about it. my dad doesn’t really trust him to be with me for to long but I like him he’s nice

Today was a boring day my dad was working like always but normally I would be in the garden or doing something fun but everyone was busy with something actually now that I think about it it’s always around this time every year that everyone is busy uncle Mista, aunt Trish, even uncle fugo every year on this week it was always like this every one was on edge and it would make the atmosphere weird but I decided to test my luck today

Slowly walking up to my dads office Felt weird it felt like I was walking to my own execution but that wasn’t the weird part the weird part is I felt people other people in my dad’s vicinity which wouldn’t be odd if it was a normal week but it wasn’t a normal week it was the week

No one disturbed him for unnecessary stuff during that week unless they wanted a death sentence

I open the door quietly and look at my father hunched over his desk a small phone in his hand he looks up at he and puts the photo down

“padre can we talk?”

“Yes La mia piccola rosa what is it”

“Can i go out to the garden some of my friends might be outside so you won’t have to worry about me”

“No”

“But-”

“No.”

He never raised his voice but he was Stern with his answer

“I understand” I say trying not to let any emotion get through

“Maybe after tomorrow when I’m free” he never liked seeing me sad but he doesn’t want to be away from me

“Okay” I never liked how clingy he was with me but we have a good relationship partially because of it

I shiver slightly and he notices

“Are you alright La mia piccola rosa?”

“Yeah it’s just chilly, do you have the AC on?” he looks at me confused

“No and all the windows are closed” i look around to see he’s right

“Are you coming down with something?” He sounded worried that was never a good thing

“It’s nothing”

“You sure”

“Yes dad I’m sure”

“Well just in case stay in bed today and don’t turn the AC on, ok”

“Okay dad” i move and grab the door handle

He smile’s and nod’s his head “alright love you La mia piccola rosa”

“Love you too” I leave his office and closing the door behind me i don’t really feel like I won but at the sometime I didn’t feel like I lost i still got to go outside but it was under my dad’s supervision i know he wants me to have a good childhood one he could not have but he also wants me to stay close and look over me 24/7

I keep walking till I make it to my room and I feel that chill run down my back again after I got in I thought nothing of it until I got into bed and heard someone actually more then one person

“That stubborn Stronzo”

“Don’t call him that Leone especially in front of his kid”

“Oh it’s not even like his kid can hear us”

“They might not be able to hear us but even so that type of language should be used around a kid, have you forgotten narancia is here with us”

“Yeah what about me!”

The gruff tired voice just sighed and sounded defeated and answered back the nicer person’s voice “fine I’m sorry Bucciarati.“

“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to”

“Fine. I’m sorry Narancia”

Slowly the voices started fading out but I couldn’t get one person’s voice out of my head the man with the soft voice he sounded so gentle and kind and I couldn’t forget his name Bucciarati, it felt like I knew that name before like someone talked about him before but I couldn’t place my finger on it

I decided to not do anything about it for now, maybe I could ask dad about it at dinner if him and aunt Trish and uncle Mista hell even maybe even fugo will be there, so one of them has to know that name, maybe it was a colleague they mentioned in passing and that’s why I remember it or maybe it was a friend?

I slowly getting to bed and start to fall asleep since when was I tired

I slowly wake up except I couldn’t move and there was something above me a humanoid-like body with robotic and inexpressive and lack proper mouth and it has a mask on I can’t tell if it’s a mask or it’s it’s the face but it looks like a goat skull with black roses on one half of it

It was just staring at me till I heard a knock on the door and I actually woke up

I sprint up out of my bed to see aunt Trish looking at me a little surprised and worried 

“Hay you alright”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a nightmare.”

“Alright, do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s nothing, please don’t tell dad”

“I won’t just this one time.”

“Thank you auntie Trish!” she smiled at me

“Okay get ready and get down we’re all waiting for you” I nod and she closes the door as I get up and get into some proper clothing and quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before running downstairs

“Sorry, sorry I’m late”

“Don’t worry about it just try not to be late again”

“I won’t, I just over slept” i say as I hug him then stepped away from him and started to greeting them

“You push them to much Giorno” uncle Mista laughed he hugged me and patted my back firmly“you should just let them be a kid, you know go soft on them” I pulled back and looked at my dad who was shaking his head

“Don’t listen to him structure is good for a kid, it’s how you turn them in to good adults” fugo continues but uncle Mista cuts him off

“so what now you want them to grow up and leave us i knew you where heartless fugo but still why would you say they want to leave”

“I never said that” fugo yells back

“you didn’t have to it was implied!” Uncle Mista let’s go of me and start’s pointing his finger at fugo

“You can’t even spell implied! And don’t point your finger at me!” He was really trying to hold back

“Yes i can!”

“Then spell it”

“I-M-P-L-E-D” after uncle Mista said that fugo looked like he was going to explode

“You forgot the I, what did you not make it past Grade school” before the fight could get any worse aunt Trish grabs them by both of they’re ears

“Will you two stop it! You shouldn’t be fighting this week you both know that and you shouldn’t be fighting in front of the Don’s kid” uncle Mista and fugo both looked in pain “say sorry” she doesn’t look like she’s joking around

“Sorry”

”Sorry”

she finally let’s them go and pat’s the top of my head as my dad laugh’s at their antics and we walked to the diner table as the maids started putting out the food

The conversation went as expected with a question for me even now and again

“How are cello lessons going?”

“Good my teacher says I’m improving really fast” I say quick trying to brush past any conversation that has to include me

“Probably because this is your fifth installment”I should have known better

“Yeah, who knows maybe your dad will finally decide to put you in sports related activities” as soon as uncle Mista said that I got hopeful

“No.” He says sternly as he takes another sip of his wine. Yet again I should have known better

The conversation quickly change’s but I was getting antsy and I think dad could tell as I started to tap my foot up and down

“If something is bothering you please say it” dad said as he cut into a piece of his steak

“Dad did you have a Business partner called Bucciarati?” right as I asked that I regretted it i might not have been the most understanding person when it comes to reading a room but I understood that the atmosphere change was the minute I ordered that name

.

.

. someone anyone of those of God say something

“how do you know that name!,who-!” “mista enough”his voice it was different he didn’t raise it but it left no room for an argument



“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep” i don’t want to sleep i want to know what’s happening i was frozen i deeply wanted to know but I had never went against his words

.

.

“No”

“I’m sorry what.”

“No, I don’t want to, I want answers”

“Your not getting any anytime soon, now go to your room and go to sleep”

“But i-”

“NO!”.

.

. he yelled he never yells, he calmed down a little he just looked at me I got up and left to my room

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

The clock , I can’t sleep because of it, no it’s not that I know it’s not because of that, it was dad and uncle mista and aunt Trish and fugo how they reacted

I was already in bed by now it was around 12:57 I went to bed around 11:43 they were probably done talking about it but I wanted to know even if I was being nosy and I wasn’t supposed to

I quietly got out of bed and started walking down to dad’s office making carful not to make a sound I looked through the keyhole and press my ear towards the door making sure not to make a sound

“Maybe someone told them?” Uncle mista said 

“Who would be stupid enough to make that mistake,who here even knows about him?!” Fugo Retaliated back

“Did one of us let it slip?”

“definitely not” they all turned towards dad, I have noticed something they all had creatures like mine they were very vague and the image of the most fuzzy they were they’re standing behind them

“How could you be so sure,giorno?”

“because no one here has ever met him, we don’t keep anything of his here, in the few people that talked about him well they won’t be talking for a long time, and we’re always careful with the subject”

Uncle mista had a bunch of bullet people there were six of them floating around, and they had something written on their heads, I couldn’t tell what it was but I know it was something maybe a letter or number?



aunt Trish had some sort of girl humanoid looking thing, with green eyes and more weird signs on their head, is that a is that a multiplication sign?

Fugo was probably the hardest to tell now because it wasn’t clear because it wasn’t fully developed there what’s even the word for this but it was purple covered in smoke and for god’s sake was it drooling did the damn thing have no manners

“ugh” before I could stop myself I’d lead out of disgusted sound and immediately covered my mouth

it was too late they had heard me they rushed to the door opening it I had fallen back a bit as they rushed to the door

“Oh my god!”

“dad, before you say anything I am so so sorry I did not mean to interrupt I was just curious, I know that I should’ve listen but I promise I will never-”

“Trish call 911!” I had looked at them confused and then looked where they were huddling to see my body but I was right here.

how can I?

what just?

I looked up at dad as he was looking down on my body he had one of those weird people things to his was less human? It looked more mechanical, it had a golden energy flowing through it, and it was holding onto my body.

“Dad?”

“How are you here?” I hear horrified voice ask Ask behind me to see a man a of above-average height with a slim build. He has black chin-length hair with straight-cut bangs covering his forehead. His hair is adorned with a braid going along the top of his head and a hair clip surmounted on each side of his bangs.

“Who are you?”

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[popsicle-parfait]

When the X Reader fanfic turns into an X OC mid way through the story:

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #nb reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #non binary reader

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

FEMALE VERSION HERE

MALE VERSION HERE

TAG-LIST: @x-uno @froggybich @bubbleboy132

Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

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[salamivx]

Hi! Could I request a twisted wonderland fic/headcannon with Idia, Malleus, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Floyd reaction when mc/Yuu/reader turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc/Yuu turned into a goose from a potion class accident, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

GOOSE!?

MASTERLIST

Malleus, Rook, Jade, Floyd(Separate hc) x Gn! Reader

warning. floyd and rook are warnings themselves.

(Not proofread, sorry I don't write for Idia and Azul)

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- Malleus finds it amusing you turned into a goose running run around the place makes his heart melt he coos at you when you sit on his lap as he pets your feathers.

- When you feel sleepy you sit on his lap, and when you shake your head before sleeping he has a whole heart attack right then and there, and when I say heart attack I'm not exaggerating, he may have a stoic face and not react as much to things but when it comes to you it's different.

- He has you sitting on his head his horns acting as a support so you won't fall of his head while Sebek is throwing a temper tantrum as Silver tries to calm im down while Lilia is cooing and gushing about you guys saying how it you guys are together while taking pictures and Malleus is just standing there like that standing man emoji while you on top of his head is just watching all of this shit go down as you try not to laugh.

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- Once Rook finds out you turned into a goose he's swooping in to get you and once you guys are alone he starts spewing all his fancy french words to you, that you dont even understand.

- He brings you to Pomfiore and gets students there to treat you like royalty but honestly your not complaining at all like free food? Count me in! Wouldn't wanna miss free food.

- I feel like he would get blush and put it on you, then would go on to give you instructions on what to do so he could take pictures and post on magicam, he literally acts as Cater for a day before having to find a position to turn out back.

- Once he finds the potion he's a bit sad you can't stay a goose forever but he's happy your out of the form cause now he can kiss you all he likes.

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- Jade look down at you as you look back up at him, you get scared of his stare thinking he was planning on eating you and putting on the menu of Octavinelle but he picks you up and tries to feed you a mushroom.

- Ok but seriously though I feel like he would try to put you in babys clothing I don't know just a hunch. Or he would just put u in a pond and watch you swim around it's a bit stressful for you since your literally being watched while swimming.

- But in the end he finds the potion to turn you back into your human self

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- Floyd is chaotic wish the bed of luck to you cause bro will give you the most tight crushing hug he's ever given you while you make goose noises struggling to breath and he lets go laughing really hard as you run your little goose legs away from him.(You don't make it far before you her steps getting closer and being picked up to eye level with Floyd)

- When he gets bored he closes your break with his hand and you try to escape but then his other hand holds you down and you just sit there so done with life.

- He definitely is to lazy to find a potion for you so he makes Azul and Jade do the work, and once your back to our human self he give you a bone crushing hug again and laughs manically but it's ok you love him either way.

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[angel-ixily]

Tickle Me Silly

pairing: Kit Connor x Non Binary!Reader

Pronouns: I/They/Them/Me

Fandom: Heartstopper

Warnings: Mentions of death

Summary: Y/n finds out that their lover Kit Connor is ticklish.

A/N: It's been months since angel-ixily has posted because her account got terminated and as soon as she got it back, she had some really bad stuff happen to her! But now she's back with this amazing request from this very patient anon! Thank you all for being patient with me! It's been a crazy few months! But expect a whole buncha more fanfics coming your way!! Enjoy

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Kit tensed as he watched Max’s body start to float in front of Billy’s gravesite. Lucas, Steve, and Dustin surrounding her as she began to rise into the air.

“If Max dies, I am literally going to cry.” He said with anticipation. He was now breathing at a much faster, and more excited rate. I mean, the producers did say that this season would keep you on your feet.

“I will too. But if Steve dies, oh that will be the end of me! I swear I will lay down right here and die.” I replied. Kit quickly glanced over to me, a smile on his face.

“I love Steve too, but that’s a bit extreme Y/N.” Kit chuckled as he threw popcorn at me. I slowly turned my head over to him, picking up one of the pieces of popcorn that he had thrown over at me.

“You know what’s extreme?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

I threw the piece of popcorn back at him. “Abusing your partner.” I stated, a sly smirk on my face as Kit put his hands up to defend himself.

“Oh my god! You’re such a hypocrite!” He yelled, uncovering his face, which was red from the joyful smile that was covering his face. The sight of it made my smirk form into a smile.

“And how am I a hypocrite? You started it!” I giggled, sitting up so I was sitting on my legs, facing him.

“You called me abusive for throwing popcorn at you, and then you continued to throw it back at me! That would make you abusive as well!” I shook my head in disagreement.

“Oh no, no, no. You have it all wrong.” I bat my eyelashes at him as if that would be convincing enough for him not to question me. Instead, he raised a brow, the smirk that was on my face currently sitting on his.

“Oh really? I have it wrong, eh?” He asked. I nodded, crossing my arms stubbornly.

“You always do.” I agreed. He opened his mouth and an offended gasp slipped through his lips. I read his face really quick to see if it was serious, but even though he was a good actor, I could see a slight smile leaking through his expression. I decided to continue to play along, my worry slipping away.

“I always do? Now that is just preposterous! If I remember correctly, you have it wrong!” He stated. Now it was my turn to gasp. I placed a hand over my heart. I tried to hide my smile that was trying to seep through, but I failed miserably. I obviously wasn’t as good of an actor as Kit.

“Me?! You have to be insane to blame me! I’m perfect! You on the other hand are yes, perfect! But on a lower scale of perfect! You obviously haven’t remembered correctly because you’re wrong!” I faced away from him; my head held up high as I closed my eyes stubbornly. I was expecting Kit to give in as he always does before, I apologize, we kiss, and continue redoing what we were doing, but this time was different. He stayed quiet. A quick flash of fear zoomed through my body as I got nervous that I had offended him. I went to check if he was okay, but I felt a heavy body leap onto mine, touching every funny bone I had.

“Kit! No! Get off! Stop!” I managed through my delight. His fingers playing with my sides, tickling me.

“You think I’m the crazy one, huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who’s crazy now?” He asked, a smile on his face as he continued to tickle the living hell outta me.

“Stop! Stop! I’ll answer! I’ll answer! Just stop!” I laugh, repeating my words. Kit slowly stopped, his hands laying at my sides as he hovered over me.

I laid there for a moment just catching my breath. Once my lungs began to work again, I stared directly at him, trying to find a way out. “Still you.” I answered, quickly trying to escape by sliding up and away from him. Be grabbed my sides again and pulled me back to him.

“No! Please no!” I gasped as he began tickling me again.

Kit laughed too. “When you tell me the right answer is when I’ll stop. Until then,” he continued to tickle me harder, “you’re gonna be tickled to death!”

I put my hands onto his chest in an attempt to push him away, but there was no way, even if I tried to, I could push this gym buff away. My hands slid down his chest in my weakened state, and I gripped onto his stomach. He yelped, pulling away. He jumped off of the couch and landed with a thud.

Surprised, I looked at my hands, then back at him, and smirked. “Oh Kit dear, I didn’t know you were ticklish.” Kit sighed.

“I’m not! I’m not ticklish at all! I’m just super sensitive in that spot!” He tried to use an excuse, but that’s the exact same thing I said the first time he found out I was ticklish. I got off of the couch and sat on his legs.

“So, if I do this,” I began to poke at the spot around his stomach. He jumped and made another yelp sound. I smiled. I sat there for a moment just staring at him before I began to attack him. My hands began tickling his stomach as he laid on the ground laughing. He tried pulling my hands away, which he normally could if he wasn’t weak right now.

“This is called Karma, Kit!” I yelled. My hands were moving as fast as they could in an attempt to make him feel the pain that I had felt. Payback was especially needed in these times.

Kit couldn’t escape me. Even when he tried to slide up and crawl away, I grabbed onto his back and continued tickling him.

He gained his balance and stood up, but I was stubborn. Like a monkey, I gripped into his back, but I could no longer tickle him because all my strength was being used to hold on. Kit turned to look at me.

“Hi.” I said shyly. He rolled his eyes playfully as he slowly heads over to the couch, where I fell back onto. He sat next to me, wrapping an arm around me.

“Truce?” He asked, placing out a pinky. I looked at him before looking at his adoring eyes.

“Truce.” I interlocked fingers, leaning in to kiss him. He gladly kissed me, smiling in between. When we pulled away, we stared at the screen continuing to play Stranger Things.

“Damn we missed a lot.” Kit commented, grabbing the remote off the coffee table so that he could rewind it.

“That’s your fault.” I replied stubbornly, laying on his chest as I wrapped my arms around his torso.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.” He warned. I poked his stomach and he harshly breathed in.

“Don’t worry! This time I’m prepared”. I grinned into his chest.

“We called a truce!” He exclaimed. I looked up to him.

“Don’t threaten me, then.” I warned back at him, a loving smile on my face. He returned that smile until he pressed play on the show.

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[emocxnteddie]

Markiplier x non-binary reader fluff? Like they have a sibling kind of relationship! Platonic obviously<3

!! Siblings From Different Mothers !!

Pair; Markiplier x NB!Reader. [They/Them Pronouns]

Genre; Platonic Fluff.

Warnings; Swearing.

A/N; BTW I decided to make the reader also a streamer in this.

Y/N was streaming on their Twitch, playing the Last of Us games. Y/N had gotten into streaming and YouTube because of their friend Mark who is very popular.

They had known each other for years and were close. They usually joked about being siblings from different mothers. Nothing could break their bond

That was when Y/N noticed their phone go off, they saw Mark was calling them. "Hold on chat, a phone call from the big guy is incoming," Y/N said into their mic, and answered the call, putting Mark on speaker.

"You on speaker, Mark," Y/N informed Mark on the other end of the phone. "Okay, hi Y/N's stream," Mark said, and Y/N laughed. "What did you need? Anything important?" Y/n asked. "Yes, well, no, actually, you think you'd be up to play phasmophobia?" Mark said through the phone, and Y/N could tell that Mark was grinning on the other end.

"Sure, I assume Bob & Wade are gonna be with us?" Y/N asked, and Mark chuckled. "Yup!" Mark said, then cleared his throat. "I'll inform the boys, see you on discord!" Mark said, and hung up.

Ed was chuckling, then turned off their phone. They logged off last of us, and paused the stream.

They soon got added into a groupchat on discord with Mark, Bob & Wade. "Hey N/N! You ready to scream on stream!" Bob said into his mic while using voice changers. "I just played the last of us so i think i can handle some more." Y/N said, and got onto phasmophobia, starting stream again.

The group had been playing phasmophobia for about two hours now, screaming, laughing and dying. "OH FUCK OFF! THIS GHOST ISN'T BEING FAIR!" Wade yelled into his microphone, groaning and frustrated. The others were laughing at his death.

"Bye Wade!" the others said in halfly-done synch as they left in the phasmophobia van. The four were just laughing and complaining, having a good time.

"Wade, how do you have the most levels yet you died the most?" Y/N snickered and looked at Wade's character. "That's a good question, but I will not answer it because I don't fucking know!" Wade exclaimed, and the others giggled.

"Hey you guys up to playing phasmophobia tomorrow?" Bob asked, and the others nodded. "Yeah, sounds good!" Wade said. "How late is it even?" Mark asked, and Y/N reached to grab their phone. "It is.. 3 am, holy shit!" Y/N laughed, and Mark groaned. "Damn, we had fun, well, goodnight my dudes!" Mark said, and the others said goodnight.

Everyone left the call, and Y/N ended the stream. They loved playing with Mark & his friends, it felt like family bonding.

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