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#unordinary x reader
michixoxo · 6 days
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"𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤?"
how would unO main cast boys (arlo, john, blyke, isen) treat their s/o?
John
i don't think you know how much he loves you.
you are his whole WORLD and he'd give anything to be with you
he's definitely bordering on clingy, always wanting to be near you but understanding if that can't always happen (though he pouts and mopes)
then again, he also depends on you for a lot of his happiness and emotional stability.
his mood swings like a pendulum based on your every action. even more so during king John era. he tries not to make you worry but his anger is inevitable and he'd end up lashing out on you.
yet, in his heart, he wants the best for you. he holds you high up onto a pedestal and has a lot of respect for you.
during his cripple arc, many people would also target you by association based on if you were weaker than them, and the low tiers definitely mocked your relationship.
he put on a nonchalant face for you but became deeply insecure about how you felt about it. whether or not he was lying didn't matter if you thought it was true.
he contemplated if he should be honest with you. however, he stalls long enough that eventually, when you tell him that you're not bothered by it, all his anxiety washes away.
has he said how much he loves you?
overall, he'd never be the best boyfriend, but as long as his mentality is okay, then he strives to be.
Arlo
MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN
the students of Wellston joke and whisper about how different he is to you than everyone else.
"favoritism at its finest"
he doesn't think he's that much different really. all he does is walk you to class, help you do your homework, write notes for you, save you the triple chocolate cake-
okay, maybe he's a little different.
he definitely thinks that love is conditional. so, he tries to maintain his usefulness as a boyfriend by doing things for you. not like he minds, but its much less out of the goodness of his heart than you think it is.
still he tries! if you're weaker than him then everyone already knows that you're off limits with any type of bullying or violence against you. you're "his", and that makes his heart flutter more than he likes to admit.
not unsurprisingly, you're not immune to his negative traits.
there will be times where he'll lie to you for his best interest. you might ask him to be gentler to Wellston's opponents during turf wars and he'll say "okay", only for you to find out that all the opponents got hospitalized.
he doesn't lie to hurt you, in fact, he lies in order to keep from upsetting you. he isn't that emotionally in tune but he knows when something he does will impact you. so, isn't he just sparing you?
overall, he's very protective over you. not the best boyfriend, but investing in a lie detector might prove more useful than actually expecting him to communicate effectively.
Blyke
absolute cutie patootie
boy next door vibes straight away
you guys probably placed cutest couple in some not-so-secret school wide vote. and how could you not?
you guys are always next to each other, but not enough to be annoying to everyone else. the "conjoined at the hip" and "where's your other half" are everyone's first sentence once they notice you both aren't together.
and he's so soft towards you. like he'll look at you and just smile, basking in your presence. when he says he'll do anything for you, he means it, and you know he does.
he'd like to take you out to different places, all very casual. having a gym date or a picnic is one of the many activities you two do together.
that said, insecurity is an evil, ugly thing.
you know deep down that no matter how long you stay by his side, there's no way you'll ever be apart of "The Trio", four's a crowd if you couldn't already tell by the secret inside jokes they whisper around each other or how they disappear at night randomly and only are back in the dawn of the morning.
once you find out about the vigilante stuff, you are tempted to tell him to stop, that he's risking his life. but you know that it's only an ultimatum, "me, or them?". an ultimatum you're destined to lose.
so, you stay quiet. and he does too. because you know, he knows. and he knows, if it ever came down to it, what he'd chose.
overall, there isn't a fault to be found with this cutie pie. he's cute, you're cute, and together, you're the cutest. so, stay in your place, wouldn't want to ruin anything now would you?
Isen
look at him. look. LOOK AT HIM RIGHT NOW
yall are so annoying together its actually insane.
like you both compliment each other so well that its like having two isens all the time, always making sarcastic comments and unhelpful tidbits.
you know-it-alls are the schools worst nightmare. if you're in the press club as well then everyone is always on high alert. they never know when one of you might catch them red-handed and then plaster it on every wall of the school, ruining their reputation, getting them expelled, taking their health insurance away-
but when you're alone, you guys are each other's best friends. he'd be really comfortable being vulnerable with you and telling you secrets, he'd trust you a lot and you'd be his biggest confidant.
which is great until arlo wants to know something and diverts his wrath onto you instead
depending on how strong you are, you aren't really that afraid of arlo or john which leads to moments where he's hiding behind you while you stare up at the two god-tiers.
but, despite it all, you face the same struggles as blyke's s/o
no matter how much you mean to him, it will always pale in comparison to what they mean to him. he might tell you about the vigilante stuff first, though only after mounting pressure.
before you can even get a word out, he yells that he won't stop, that he can't leave them alone. you wonder, "you can't leave them but you can with me?"
maybe you argue, maybe you don't, but he's made his choice.
overall, you're both insufferable. but you're insufferable together, and that's all that matters right? he loves you, so don't give him a reason not to.
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venoti · 12 days
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UnOrdinary!?
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Im taking requests!!
Ive been wanting to write for unordinary but I have no ideas.. So here I am.
Willing to do any characters with a clear request! Either it be one shots, head-canons, etc.
Live, laugh, love, John <33
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kaili-writer · 8 months
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Coffee date
UnOrdinary Arlo x reader
gender neutral reader
Warnings
none
∿ ♡  🫖  ⋆  ࿔ ✳ ∿
Arlo
Hey Arlo! out for a date?
Arlo didn't know how he ended up in the cafe with y/n. Like, this was his first ever date. But he kept his cool while sipping on his coffee and listening to every word y/n says while making comments from time to time.
On the other hand, y/n was smoothing away chittering and chattering, excited the whole time.
Of course since y/n was pretty, many people were staring at them and Arlo shot all of them dirty looks.
"HEYYY ARLOOOO ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION????"
"Yes, yes I am paying attention you were saying that the project was harder than expected right? But luckily Seraphina was your partner" Arlo chuckled playfully.
"HEY! STOP YELLING SO LOUDLY" A familiar voice was heard.
Y/n turned around and saw Blyke, Isen and Remi sitting together.
"Ohhhh so you were the people talking about being souperheros and stuff. I wish ya'll luck~ I'm interested but don't wanna cause trouble. Maybeeee I can be your sidekick, well mainly Remi cause we are besties~ okok I'm joking, I'm joking" Y/n said as fast as they can.
"Arlo? I can barely understand this person, how can you even listen to them talk for an hour straight and understand EVERY SINGLE LETTER. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Isen reasoned.
"I HAVE A NAME YOU KNO-"
"Well, I love them afterall, I would be a horrible partner if I can't understand what they're talking" Arlo cut y/n off.
"Awwww thank you love~" y/n cooed
"lovebirds" the three mumbled
"SHUT YOUR MOUTHS UPPPP"
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cephei-ea · 2 years
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Helllooo!! hope you’re doing well :) I was wondering if you could write a reader x arlo angst? i feel like a main flaw abt him is his tendency to expect too much while also being too “lecture-y” or condescending even when talking to ppl close to him. so maybe reader is his gf and couldn’t finish some responsibilities cause she had a rough week and his flaws pop out before he realizes she’s having a hard time? thank you!!
Answer: Hi anonnie!! I'm doing well, I hope you are as well! Thank you for being my first request <33 (And I am so so so sorry for answering late, forgive me) So, I am not super familiar with his character, as it's been a while since I caught up with UO, but I did my best to interpret your request and did my research; I really really hope this is what you were looking for! Again, I’m unaware of their daily lives so I didn’t include any details about school…
Genre: angst to comfort
Warnings: argument, cursing, Arlo says some mean stuff, (I rushed this, I’m sorry, I usually don’t :( I wanted to finish asap)
Synopsis: Arlo treats you poorly when you're having a bad week, seeing your tears fall because of him seems to flip a switch in his mind.
Word Count: 1.7k
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It'd been cruel how the universe truly believed in how much you could handle. It's not like you were a god, after all, a few exams and plenty of expectations from everyone around you piling up was enough to wear you out. It would anyone. It felt as though you hadn't seen your boyfriend properly for days and getting back home, all you were hoping for was to fall into his embrace and sleep until your issues were forgotten, even if it were fleeting. Your bag was heavy, your belongings weighing down your arm as you dragged yourself through the door and shut it behind you with a foot. You immediately dropped your bag to the ground and slipped off your heels. You really hated that pair, but you had to wear them for a meeting with a few higher ups and now your feet screamed at you for rest.
"Arlo? Love, where are you?" You heard a gentle hum resound from the bedroom down the hall and quietly made your way down; the walk torturously long. "What are you doing here all alone? How's your work going?"
"Could be better." He answered curtly. You could tell he was irritated just by his attitude and the tone of his voice, but the way he stood staring at the basket of unfolded laundry on the floor made you feel like you should just focus on something else. You wandered over to the closet to grab a change of clothes and began to slip out of the uncomfortable clothes of the day. It was late, you noticed, eyeing the clock on the adjacent wall.
"Can I help you feel better?" You smiled softly, your eyes full of sleep as you reached behind you to unclasp your bra. Arlo turned suddenly and a perpetual frown seemed to stain his features. You quickly grabbed your night shirt and covered your half exposed chest, feeling shy under his intense gaze. "W, why are you staring?" You tried to laugh off the confusion in your voice, instead it came out as scratchy and cornered.
"You didn't do the laundry." He stated as though he wanted a yes or no answer, despite clearly seeing it hadn't been done.
"No, I haven't had time to, I've been really busy with school work, I'm sorry!"
"We're you half asleep when you put the dishes away? They're all in the wrong spots, did you truly not notice?"
"O...oh. I'm sorry, I'll get them done tomorrow if that makes you hap-" you sighed, finally realizing he was having a little tantrum of his. Arlo and his systems.
Though, you had to give it to him, he was persistent. He wanted every dish in a specific spot behind another specific dish in the right cabinet or in the right drawer. It came with the package that was him, you were fully willing to work along his schedule, it just got a bit overwhelming sometimes.
"-Forget it. You can't seem to do it the way it's meant to be done, so I'll do it." He grumbled, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "I mean, come on. I've told you countless times how it has to be, can you really not even accomplish something as simple as chores?" You clutched your shirt to your chest, feeling small; smaller than you should. Vulnerable with nothing but a pair of underwear firmly on your body. But his eyes that burned into you had made you feel as though you couldn't move. The gaze that looked down on you and made you feel like a useless child.
"Arlo, I don't think it's a big deal, I mean all the cups are going in the same place anyways. Why should it matter which-" his voice suddenly boomed over yours.
"Because it just matters okay!?" He actually began raising his voice, and you weren't nearly in the mood for an argument. But this was outright ridiculous. He picked up the basket of laundry and carelessly dropped it onto the bed, allowing the laundry to spill all over the sheets and the basket to fall to the floor at your feet. Your eyes followed, jaw working with frustration. He thought you incompetent. "A child could do this better than you, do I seriously need to remind you everytime-" the rest of his speech about 'the way things must be done' because 'there is an order to everything' that must not be looked past, went in one ear and damn straight through the other. He still had the mindset he did when he was infatuated with the hierarchy. "-Are you even listening to me!!??" He yelled, eyes piercing through you as he let his emotions rip through your resolve. "You can't do anything right; all I want is to come home to the place in order and this is what I-" he paused suddenly, when you made your way promptly out of the room with your clothes and a pillow in tow. "Where are you going!? Are you seriously walking away from me right now!!?" His eyebrows furrowed deep into the crevice between them, his irritation gaining. Quickly, you slipped into your shirt and slid a pair of shorts on, feeling tears drip down your cheeks and a slight dizziness prompted behind your eyes. Arlo was fast in catching your wrist, halfway down the hall to your living room and he was, to say the least, shocked to see the tears that stained your beautiful face. "Are-..."
Was he the cause?
Of the one thing he hated most?
He swore to never hurt you and yet you stood in your own home, crying because of him.
His entire mood switched up like a light switch.
"Are you...?" He began, his voice now soft as he took in your pained expression. "...crying?"
"I tried!! I'm trying, damn it!! Arlo, I can't do it all, everything is piling up, it feels like the world is on my shoulders, how can you try to argue with me right now!!??" You sniffled, trying to tug away from his grip. "How can you put so much on me!!?? Have you even noticed that I've been stressed out of my mind or that I've been coming home later every night or that I'm touch starved or that I miss you!!?? Why are the dishes and laundry more important!!?? I'm sorry I can't do it right but I'm... I'm-!!!" He pulled you into his strong arms, heart heavy in the cavity of his chest. Arlo placed his chin atop your head, any issues he'd had a mere minutes ago been completely forgotten. He was too upset with himself to care about the damn dishes anymore. He let his frustrations get the better of him and his emotions cloud his judgement. "How can you be so condescending!?" Your voice cracked horribly, nose squished against his firm chest as you cried into his shirt. "How can you treat me like a toddler!? I'm your girlfriend, Arlo, not your employee or your inferior or your-" he hushed you softly, sitting you both down onto the couch, he shut his eyes, wishing he had a reason to justify the way he spoke to you. Alas, he did not and his stomach merely churned fit the idea that this could have been the last straw for you. "I'm your girlfriend..." you barely whispered, frustration lacing your tone with sadness. Arlo couldn't find his words, for once. You were the one and only person that could render him desperate and speechless at the same time.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know... I don't know why I said those things, I,I didn't mean them-"he paused, pulling you away to wipe the tears gently from below your eyes, his fingers grazing your soft skin and holding your face like you were a jewel he couldn't drop. "I was just taking my anger out on you, I would never say anything like that in my right mind- I... I'm sorry." He kissed away your last tears and met your eyes. "I don't care about the chores, I don't." You sniffled a time or two and Arlo felt his heart break in half. He never would have made you cry had he been himself and not allowed his feelings take control of him. "I love you. I can't lose you. Forgive me. Please, love; I will never speak to you that way again. I was frustrated, I’m sorry I didn’t think about your issues as well. I would never say those things to you of all fucking people in my right mind, I know it’s not that important, of course I do… I miss you so much and I haven’t seen you all week— and it’s making me anxious, I just handle it the wrong way... It will not happen again, I can asure you.” He chanted out in hopes you would believe him. “I don’t know what came over me…” he whispered to himself. He treated people like his inferiors in the past, it was no secret. But you? Of all people, he lashed out at you? It’d never really happened before and for a second, Arlo realized he could have single handedly pushed you away for good. His blue eyes bore into yours and the gentle blonde locked from his head fell against your temple as he stared at you. “I love you. I apologize.”And despite the anger and frustration and sadness you'd been feeling mere minutes ago, it all felt washed away when your boyfriend lifted your head between his hands and hesitantly leaned down to meet your lips in a soft, deep kiss. He felt unsure as to whether you were still too mad to want to touch him, but with the way you leaned into the kiss as if you didn't want to part, told him otherwise. In fact, Arlo began getting worried for your oxygen supply or lack thereof when you wouldn't take a break, even as he leaned away to part...
However when he did manage to break away (for both of your sakes), and you told him that, "It's okay." And that, “I forgive you.” Arlo felt as though he was the one who had lost his air. He smiled wide and crushed you against him, leaving himself a mental note to finish the house chores for you today, so that you could sleep.
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uno-writing · 2 years
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HELLLOOOOO😍😍😍😍😍
So I was on tik tok because its my favourite way to procrastinate and I saw this marvel react thingy (i have a lot of those cause some of my mutuals do them so sndjsnjsnsjs) anyways🤩🤩🤩🤩
How would the main cast react to your ex ✨slapping✨ you😏😏😏😏
And am i like the only anon that likes requesting drama😭😭😭
Pardon me if I'm wrong but i havent seen any other anons requesting drama ( i was the one requesting all the arlo x yn - elaine drama lmaooo) 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡
-Candy Anon🍭🍬🍫
HEY HEY🥰😘
Omfg I love those. Some of them are so good awefdapihlk
Lmao you and the anon that likes toxic Y/N ig-🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖📦🌻🥀🥒🧃🍰🌮
*also i completely believe each of these darlings would throw down without hesitation so sorry if these are similar-*
Seraphina:
*Would probably kick their ass before they even made contact
*As soon as she sees them raise their hand towards you she'd be on it
*If they do manage to hit you tho, it'd probs be the angriest you've ever seen her
*She's still probs keep herself under control for the most part, but she does make sure that she makes it clear she won't tolerate you being hurt
John:
*Is your ex an idiot with a death wish? Bc I think they might be
*Either that or they somehow don't know that John's mentally unstable, crazy protective and quite ruthless
*Your ex is getting their ass just absolutely handed to them
*Yk what? John also might not go into a panic attack over kicking their ass
Arlo:
*Again, is your ex an idiot with a death wish?
*Like they ballsy as hell to slap you when your 6'3 body guard is close by
*Arlo might even break out the Pre-Arc! way of dealing with things
*Such special treatment, just for your ex :3
Remi:
*Darling lady
*Would probs try to handle it without violence
*But if someone needs an ass kicking, they need an ass kicking
*And even Remi has her limits
Blyke:
*Immediately chews out your ex
*If your ex continues to act all big an bad then it might escalate
*Dont worry Blyke's got it handled tho
*Would probs try to cheer you up afterwards or let you talk things over if you wanted
Isen:
*Badass Isen badass isen badass isen-
*He's a big dork but he's still not tolerant when it comes to people he cares about
*Would probs hit them back and then try to handle the situation verbally but he can still take care of it if things escalate more
*Shit talks so much afterwards and has you make fun of your ex with him (if youre comfy with it, of course)
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lychee-drinks · 1 year
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Can you do some fluff Seraphina x R? It can be just like R coming home after a bad day or something am d them just cuddling or smt cute like that lmao byeee
Seraphina x Reader scenario where Seraphina and Reader are home after a rough day at work
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Word Count: 407
Tags: Cuddling, a bit short, domestic fic
(A/N): Been awhile since I last wrote for UnOrdinary. Thanks for requesting!
You sighed as you laid on the couch. It’d been two hours since you came home from work and slumped on the couch. You were still in your work clothes along with your work bag sitting right below you. The most you did since you came home was kick off your shoes as you got inside, but that was it.
You soon heard the front door unlocked and looked up. Your partner, Seraphina was home from her work. You saw her push open the door, absolutely tired from her day too.
“Rough day at work?” You asked. She stared at you, and figured you were in the same boat as her.
“Yeah, the CEO came by today and yelled at everyone in the office. But of course, I ended up getting most of the blame,” Seraphina sighed. She kicked her heels off and walked towards you. “Now why do you have to hog the couch, I wanted to get home and lay here, but I guess I can’t.”
“You can just lay with me,” You smiled. Seraphina put her hands around her hips questioning if she should, but eventually she tossed her bag next to yours and joined you in.
She laid herself on your chest with your arm around her side. She moved herself up, and gave you a kiss on your cheek.
“So what happened to you today?” Seraphina asked. You came home hours before she did, but here you were flopped on the couch and still in your work clothes.
“Had an investor turn us down. We were set on getting them to invest in our company, but it didn’t work out in the end,” You sighed and let out a yawn. “We should just quit our jobs.”
“Maybe we should huh—“ Seraphina sighed. You looked at Seraphina to see that her eyes were starting to blink, about to sleep any moment now. “We should get changed and actually head to bed.”
She was right. The two of you should, but you were already so comfortable in this position that you didn’t wanna leave.
“Why don’t we just stay like this a little longer,” You replied. You looked down at Seraphina. She was out cold already. You laughed to yourself at the sight. She ended up falling asleep first. You didn’t really want to move and wake her up so, you remained just as you were and fell asleep with Seraphina in your arms.
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their-dearest · 2 years
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TWW!! Cigarettes!!
I'm not rlly into ppl smoking, but thanks to @uno-writing 's hcs, I willing to make an exception for this blondie
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This is loosely based off her hcs where Arlo's s/o founds out he smokes
Srsly go check her blog out esp if ur a UNO cast simp!
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Pairing: John Doe x Reader
Genre: Fluff, established friendship
Warnings: None
Word count: 149
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➜ {1:35pm} - You were engrossed in your new book, finger pricking at the corner of the page as you flipped it to the next chapter. It wasn't every day your favorite author hands you a signed limited edition copy just out of the kindness of their heart.
You had your playlist curated to fit the scene spilling from the pages when something nudged your ankle getting your attention.
"I had a feeling I'd bump into here. New book, I'm guessing?" John showed curiosity sliding into the seat across from you in the booth.
"Yeah, it's even better than the last one."
He lifts he straw to his lips, propping his chin in his palm. "You can tell me about it so far, I've got time."
Your eyes twinkle as you begin filling him in on your new hardcover. His legs slide further till they're touching yours under the table in assurance.
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A/N - HAPPY NATIONAL BOBA DAY 🧋🧋🧋
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monowritestoomuch · 16 days
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I’m gonna start doing prompts for how characters would act/react
At this point, bc I can’t find someone to do it I’ll do it myself.
I take fandom requests
HERES WHAT I WILL NOT BE WRITING ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌
-anything smut is a no no
-anything 18+
-rape/non-con
-anything non-consensual
-anything inappropriate in any adult content way
-slurs
-Underage
THERE WILL BE MORE ADDED TO THE LIST AS TIME GOES ON!!!
Im also not going to write any fandom, however I do take requests, so here are the fandoms I will be doing so far:
Marvel/MCU
bg3
Spiderverse
The Glass Scientists (TGS)
ACOTAR(I may read the books and be in the fandom but no spice, I mean it)
Harry Potter
Marauders
PJO
KOTLC
Witch Boy(yes the comic series)
MAZM!Jekyll and Hyde
Hazbin Hotel
Helluva Boss
TOH
Just Add Magic
Good Omens
Cursed Princess Club
Jackson’s Diary
DreamWorks Trolls(all three movies , not the show)
Octonauts
Encanto
Generation Loss
The Renegades -Marissa Meyer
The Vampire Librarian (it’s on webtoon go read it and support the author they deserve all the support y’all)
Suitor Armor
High Class Homos
UnOrdianry
ATLA
Big Hero Six
I WILL ADD TO THIS I DO TAKE REQUESTS BUT I MIGHT BOT GET TO ALL OF THEM
ALSO
I will write x y/n but it has to be appropriate, you hear me?
I will write cuddling, snuggling, hugs, (maybe kissing), visits to amusement parks and more!
AGAIN I TAKE REQUESTS IN BOTH FANDOMS AND WRITING PROMPTS FOR SAID FANDOMS :D
Have a good day YALL! Stay safe! Stay bright!
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pinkforwinter · 1 year
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may i request yandere John with a reader who is socially awkward but wants to connect with people? if not, maybe a reader who has chronic stress (or anything in general, I’m starvedddd of yan!uno)
also, not a req, but i think you might like Code Adam by Atterozen on webtoon, it’s one of my favs 💞
Ask and you shall receive, anon. ❤
This is a slightly different writing style then the last post but I'm trying to experiment to see what feels right.
Also, it's funny you recommend that to me. I actually subscribed to Code Adam but never got around to reading it. I'll have to remember to start reading it soon!
This took a lot longer then it should have so have an longer response in return.
Warnings: Yandere
Yandere!John falling for an SO that is socially awkward.
John is definitely going to be the delusional and manipulative type of yandere.
Worst part about all of this is that when you're socially awkward you might struggle to see signs other people might easily catch. That's going to come back and bite you very quickly with John.
As we've all seen, John is a very good actor. He had everyone fooled he was a helpless cripple for a very long time. That being said, there are some subtle signs that you can look out for at the beginning. Read: subtle.
You witnessed him getting beaten down one day and walk away absolutely pissed off and think to yourself "that dude needs a friend and so do I." And so you conjured up the will to not completely put your foot in your mouth and began to seek him out.
At the beginning, John didn't even notice you. You were quiet and unassuming, though you stumbled over your own words a lot and got nervous very easily around other people. You were just another student that didn't matter to him. He rebuffed your attempts to talk to him far too many times.
Ironically, Seraphina was the one to point out how you were trying to befriend him. At first, he doesn't believe her as nobody would willingly try to become friends with the cripple, right?? Then he saw you, sitting alone in the corner, quietly watching a group of friends pass you by with a look of longing in your eyes and was immediately intrigued. Especially so when he approached you and your face lit up when he invited you to sit with him and Seraphina.
It didn't take long for him to start noticing you after that. His eyes would immediately seek you out whether he wanted them to or not. He began to take notice how hard you were trying to make friends- and how easily they rebuked you. Just like he did.
John began to grow protective of you after that realization. You were so kind, so good, so perfect. You might be a little slow socially but just made you all the cuter in his opinion. His intrigue quickly morphed into infatuation and from there he began to notice things that he never noticed before.
The way your smile would soften just for him- the way your eyes would glitter whenever he would go out of his way to approach you- rushing after him when he left his books on the rooftop by accident...
You liked him, too, right? All the signs pointed that you did. You were always so sweet to him. You just had to be into him- there was no other explanation.
From there, things began to spiral. Johns mask began to slip as he began to lash out at the other students for even daring to look at you weird. It probably won't take long for you to begin to notice something was very wrong at that point.
But it only grows worse from there. As John begins to grow more obsessive, he starts to stalk walk you home from a distance. He wouldn't want you getting hurt when he could've been there to stop it, after all.
Confronting him at that point will be an instant loss. You'll be gaslit and lied to so hard, he'll have you sure you're going insane. And he's so efficient at keeping up his lies that there'll be next to no chance to catch him in the act of doing so.
Slowly, he isolates you. Any friends you may have had are chased off or beaten down at the first opportunity. Oh, he won't kill anyone; maybe put them so deep in a coma they might never wake up but hey, theres always a risk when getting into fights, right? Seraphina may try to convene at this point but John easily wards her off and by the time she realizes she was right, it'll be too late.
Then, when you're left all alone and so lonely, John will move in and sweep you off your feet. He'll worship you so completely you won't be able to think of anybody but him. He wouldn't want his goddess to feel like she needs anybody else after all. He's all you need- he's always known that and now you do, too.
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yandereskiss · 1 year
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Im going to need someone to write a yandere fic about this fine ass mf or im gonna loose my goddamn mind.
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UGH HE IS SO HOT WHEN HE IS MAD FJSJSJHDJAKSNDNS
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jennxzzx · 3 months
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Arlo x Reader
Advertencias: nada, solo es un one shot suave de Arlo.
Resumen: siempre que Arlo y tu están a punto de besarse alguien los interrumpe.
Arlo era paciente, de verdad que lo era, pero eran estas situaciones las que lo ponían de los nervios.
Ninguno de los dos sabe cuando ni como pasó pero tendrían esta tensión entre ustedes.
Ahora que Arlo ya no era rey, no tenía que preocuparse mucho por su imagen y su reputación, sin embargo parecía que todos se habían puesto de acuerdo para separarlos cada vez que estaban cerca.
Como cuando el y tu estaban viendo los horarios del refugio e inevitablemente sus rostros estarían demasiado cerca y Arlo estaría demasiado ansioso por besarte hasta que Remi entra al salón y avisa con una pila de libros en sus brazos, "Oigan ayúdenme un poco".
De mala gana Arlo agarra un par de libros de sus brazos y pasa por al lado tuyo susurrando dulcemente, algo que solo contigo haría, "Cuando estés libre ve a la azotea".
Remi pareció no darse cuenta de la molestia de Arlo ni del momento íntimo y privado que acababa de interrumpir así que siguió ordenando los libros en las estanterías del club.
Llega la hora libre y tu vas a la azotea como Arlo solicitó. No mucha gente va a la azotea y menos cuando ve a dos altos rangos allí.
Tu sonríes y dices su nombre.
Arlo te mira con alivio al ver que tal vez esta vez no los interrumpirian.
Claro, hasta que Seraphina entra con John.
"Dios..", Arlo murmura con irritación.
"Ey, no sabía que venían aquí", Seraphina dice con simpleza sin saber que dos de sus mejores amigos estaban a punto de por fin tener un tiempo a solas.
Y así siguieron los días. Arlo intenta atraparte sola un momento pero siempre alguien los busca a ambos y el confiaba firmemente que lo hacían apropósito.
Podrían haberse juntado afuera de la escuela solos, si, pero Arlo no haría tal audacia.
Tu notaste la molestia y la impaciencia de Arlo ya que tu estabas igual.
Los pasillos están vacíos, todos en clases y Arlo yendo al baño hasta que una mano lo empuja a un aula vacía, Arlo se da vuelta con gran enojo y preparado para golpear a alguien hasta que te ve y su rostro se suaviza.
"Sólo besame rápido antes de que alguien venga" solicitas con impaciencia justo cuando Blyke entra al aula.
"Oigan chi-", "Jódete", Arlo lo mira con desagrado antes de agarrar tu barbilla y besarte por fin.
Arlo era paciente, demasiado paciente hasta que lo jodian demasiado.
"No me mates Arlo", Blyke ruega mientras sostiene su teléfono en alto con una foto de ustedes dos para mostrarle a Remi y a Isen quienes no le creerían sin evidencia.
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lexxiie · 2 years
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Hiii! Can i request the nightmare comfort too, except for UnO boys? Thank you in advance <3
—🌙 anon!
Of course anon! Sorry for the wait. Here it is!
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uno-writing · 2 years
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can i get a john sickfic
Sure thing!! 🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖📦🌻🥀🥒🧃🍰🌮🔫
"Y/NNNNNNN." John whines, coughing as he reaches for Y/N.
"Nope! I'll sit with you but I don't want to get sick." Y/N moves away from John and he grumbles.
"But I don't feel good and want cuddles." John whines and lays back down, curling on his side.
"I'll give you plenty of cuddles when you get better. Do you want me to get you anything?" Y/N asks and John shakes his head, a pout stuck on his face.
"You're such a big baby." Y/N teases and John grunts, flipping them a middle finger. Y/N sighs and reaches over, lightly petting his hair. John relaxes and sniffles as he settles against his pillows.
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astralnymphh · 7 months
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kneeling for her ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons
༺ ellie x fem!reader sucking her strap hcs/scenario! ༻ ☽𖤐☾
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(ellie image from kittaeria on pinterest)
✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!
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AN: had the most random scenario blossom in my head yesterday so i wrote it per usual, went a lil more risqué with this one 😜at least to my standards
cw/tags: NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! ellies a lil goofy in the beginning, blunt/straightforward-ish reader, not a fully wrote out fic, small time skips, sitting on lap, cursing, takes place in jackson but not specified to be before seattle (readers choice) soft-dom leaning ellie (except maybe less soft in one instance, nothing rough tho), guiding you verbally and with hands, praises, petnames; (good girl, baby, slut) sucking/choking on strap, clit stim (giving) strap-vag insertion, flatiron position, rewarding, gripping head/hair, deepthroating.
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setting the scene
༻⛧one dusty orange sunset, cooped up in ellie's makeshift 'garage house' relishing a simple meal she whipped up for the both of you, albeit can you really classify her attempts at the art of culinary as five-star cuisine? regardless, the two of you slumped into the gray sofas' sufficient padding and dined like kings; in apocalyptic standards. no conversation had been rustling the space between you until a rather, interesting, unordinary, dare say- scandalous? scenario had implanted its peculiar self into your thoughts.
"hey babe?" you quell the silence, tone arching in curiosity.
"mhm?" ellie garbled through shut lips, chowing down her food.
"you know.. we should- try something new-"
"ooh~ like what?" she instantaneously hunches her back closer to you and tosses her barren plate aside, avid to hear your words go from mind to mouth. she invariably dotes on your ideas.
"uh- it's like.. related to.. bed stuff."
"like sleepin- wait! can we pleaaasee build a display shelf for my comic books above my bed-"
"ellie." 
"sorry." ellie, even being an adult, is still crazy about her long-kept hobbies.
"uh- anyways. I'm talking 'bout like.. sex." you impenitently tell.
her eyelids dim, sloping her head to the side in adorned interest, "sex? that's one way to ask."
"no ..seriously, I have an idea.." you stow the plate atop a stubby heap of books, conveying a genuineness in your stare.
ellie sails her tongue briskly through her lips, anchoring her torso back onto the sofas' arm, lengthening her legs out with a faint bend at the knees. her palm drops to her thigh, patting it twice.
 "c'm over here." she coaxes sweetly with an alluring gaze, imbued with a pip of power in her vowels.
a suffuse of blush overlies your midface, crawling your body towards her beckon.
her hands steady your hips down on her lap, finding refuge on the back of your thighs thereupon settling.
"what's the idea, then?" the moods' been shifted, emanating one of sensuality.
you nestle near her headspace, whispering, "y'know ur' strap?"
"yeah.." ellie likes where this is leading, clearly by her rapt smirk and tune of chords rising in tempt.
"what if I sucked it?"
⛧ oh boy, that set off a night she wouldn't be forgetting for the inbound days ahead. immediately you found yourself levitating up from the couch by her arms and bouncing on the mattress. a makeout session leads to fated stripping and now, your kneeling in front of her at groin-level and a hunter green mass protruding towards your nose bridge.
her optics glare down at you, the sight of you so keen and willing to do this. sure, it's not the real thing but the sight should and will be fucking exhilarating. 
"c'mon, what're you staring at?" ellie's hand gently smacks your cheek and splinters your blurry-minded trance.
you deduct a reply from your mouth, instead, taking a solid grasp of the strap and wrapping your lips round' the tip, all while preserving unwavering eye contact.
"shit.." 
her hands ease and twine the locks on each margin of your head, massaging the pads of her fingertips tenderly. her arousals' climbing new peaks every second at this rate. she presses her pelvis further upon your lip, steering you to open up.
your lips part and welcome the rotund tip in, stroking along your front teeth. the weak grasp on your head pushes the strap languidly to a greater extent that bounds it to the back wall of your throat.
"ach-" you jab out a cough.
"good girl, take that shit in.." 
⛧she's one to be in control, but it's nothing rough. her hands guiding you back n forth gently as the strap summons spurts of tickles in your throat each time it prods the back of it. it'd be far enough to chafe the hilt against her clit, per usual any time she wears the contraption, so you'd always hear quaint whimpers, curses, groans, etcetera, from above.
"mhh~ fuuhhhhckkkk.." ellie draws out a long euphoric groan, straining her neck back and exposing the mild protrusion of her adam's apple.
catching up with the motion, you begin bobbing your head on your own accord. her hands dull their hold and hover above, letting you work your utter sorcery, mouth wide open and drooling for her.
her head recoils down, "such a slut- oohh~ fuck.." 
⛧again, she's not rough without consent and a special occasion, but she'll clutch your hair firmly enough. to you, it's like her non-verbal sign that says 'go faster'.
thrusting your head faster, her own moans begin to burgeon and crowd the room over your sucking and popping noises. she looks so fucking hot from your angle, a clement sweat, fucked out face, leaning slightly back so her pelvis projects closer to you, a solo hand supporting on the back of her thigh, the other latched onto the apex of your head and knotting strands of hair around her fingers. it's all getting to you. 
"oh- baby, fuck- keep goin'n.. uhn- shit!" the climax augmenting within her hips jitters the shit out of her knees, begging to just buckle underneath her and collapse on the bed.
"gh- hn.." your words fumble around ellie's cock, still putting your all into pleasing her. adding a grip on the strap and stroking it was endgame for her, the adjoined knocking against her swelling bud ruined her.
⛧ellie's definitely more of a groaner and a huffer when she comes, it's not growling level but it's certainly not fake exaggerated ones.
⛧i think she's also the type who'd want you to come as well, like, there is not a single night where she's the only one getting pleased, she has to see you unravel and lose your shit under her.
"stop, baby- stop.." ellie hastily hushes through heaves of breath, pulling your head from the strap to which it springs off your lips.
"huh..?"
"m'not cummin' without you- fuck.." her fingers take a grapple at your jaw, guiding you up onto your feet.
you give her a blank stare until it's washed away with a surprised one as you're cast onto the bed, stomach down, ass up. she shambles over you and flattens you out till your hips settle in the cloudy mattress.
she mounts your thighs and inclines her crotch to yours, slowly inserting into your cunt from the back. her nails chisel into your plush hips, thumbs notably indenting on your ass.
"oh-my gmm.. ellie.." 
"god damn-" she mumbles to herself, cuffing out a quick chuckle, "you earned this.." positively rewarding you for your work.
insert a loooong night spent railing.
⛧random conclusion hc but I feel like in this position where she's behind you she'll litter you with kisses and bites on your shoulder-neck region, especially for being so good and disposed for her. 
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bruisedboys · 10 months
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❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜ may i request baker reader who teases miguel by giving him a sweet kiss after trying what they made :)
thank you baby for the ask! I had heaps of fun writing this :) also I cheated and changed the dialogue a little bit oops
miguel o’hara x fem!reader, fluff, spoiler free!!! (also not proofread very well)
Miguel’s not an overly affectionate guy. He likes you, sure, but he keeps the physical affection to a minimum — he kisses you and touches you minimally when there are others around. He’ll hug you if you ask for it, he’ll hold your hand too, but only when it’s just the two of you alone. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, because he does, a lot, it’s just not his thing. Neither of you mind.
When it comes to your affections, however, Miguel is practically bombarded with them every waking second. And he says this in a very affectionate way, mind you. You’re always telling him he looks handsome. Always touching his chest or his arm, putting your hand in his hair (when he’s low enough that you can reach it). You’re not afraid of letting him know just how much you like him. It makes him weak in the knees, if he’s being honest.
You appear in Miguel’s lab slash office with the air of someone who’s excited and can barely hold it in. You’re bouncing on your feet and you’ve got your hands behind your back, hiding something.
“Hi, handsome,” you say, a happy lilt in your voice as you skip towards him.
Miguel bites back a smile. If he smiles, you’ll tease him for it, for sure. He tries not to sound too lovelorn when he says, “Hi,” back.
It doesn’t work. It’s probably the sappiest he’s ever sounded saying one single word. It’s hardly his fault. You’ve caught him at a bad time — he’d just been thinking about you and then you’d appeared. Very inconsiderate of you.
You stop a little way’s away from him and then make a show of pushing whatever you’ve got behind your back further out of sight. Miguel raises a brow.
“What are you doing here?” He asks.
You roll your eyes. “Am I not allowed to visit my boyfriend at work?”
The way you say ‘boyfriend’ makes Miguel’s heart feel funny. You’ve only just started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Before that it was coworkers, then acquaintances. then friends, then friends who kiss. Now he’s your boyfriend. It’s a new feeling. Not bad, just new.
��You’re allowed,” he says. “Of course you are.”
You beam then. It makes you look even prettier than you already are when you’re neutral-faced, your cheeks appled and plump, your eyes all crinkled at the corners. Happy you is his favourite you.
“Good,” you say. “‘Cos I brought you something.”
You take another step forwards and finally pull out the thing you’re hiding behind your back. It’s a Tupperware container with a blue lid. It’s decidedly ordinary, in Miguel’s totally unordinary work place. You step closer still and curl your fingers around the lid, pulling it up gently to reveal its contents.
Inside are a dozen or so chocolate chip cookies. Miguel looks at them, and then looks at you. You’re smiling shyly.
“I made them,” you explain, a shyness to your words that Miguel thinks is awfully adorable. “Thought you might be hungry.”
Miguel gets a very clear picture in his head of you in the kitchen, scooping cookie dough onto a tray, and thinks that maybe next time he’ll have to be there when you bake so he can kiss you stupid.
“Here,” you say , reaching for a cookie and breaking it in half. “Try this and tell me what you think.”
You hold out the cookie half to Miguel and he’d be an asshole if he said no to that. Plus, he can smell the sugar and the butter, and you’re right, he is hungry.
“Thank you,” he says, taking the cookie from your, his fingers brushing the back of your hand. You’ve got unbelievably nice hands. He thinks about it as he takes a bite of the cookie. Then he thinks about how good the cookie tastes. It’s caramel-y like you put a lot of butter in it, but he can taste salt too, and the chocolate is just dark enough that it’s not too sweet but still totally delicious.
“Good?” You ask, looking up at him hopefully.
Miguel swallows, then takes another bite pointedly. You giggle.
“It’s good?” You say excitedly. “I didn’t know if you liked dark chocolate, but it was all I could find.”
Miguel shakes his head. “It’s good,” he says. “Really good.”
You beam, looking like you can’t contain your glee. “Really? You like it?”
Miguel smiles at you. He’s feeling very fond right about now. And there’s no one around, so he reaches for your face and cups your cheek in his big hand. He stands over you and smiles in a way that Peter B. would definitely make fun of.
“Thank you,” he says, taking a step closer to you. “You don’t have to be so nice to me all the time, you know. Have you tried one?”
You shake your head. You’re decidedly silent, like you’re thinking about something but not saying what it is. You shuffle closer to him, the Tupperware container squished between your bodies.
“Lean down, would you, handsome?” You ask, a playful undertone to your soft request.
Miguel obliges. He’s pretty sure he knows where this is going. He leans down to a point where he knows you can reach and waits.
You look up at him for a moment. Then you push yourself onto your toes and kiss him, your hand pushing up against his chest to anchor yourself. Miguel’s hand latches onto your waist, fingers curling, subconsciously pulling you in. It’s a sweet kiss and Miguel wishes it would go on longer but you’re pulling away after only a few moments, smiling like a fool.
“What?” He asks, and your smile has caught on his lips, too.
“You taste good,” you say, giggling. “I think I did a pretty good job with the cookies.”
Miguel grins. “Really?” He drawls in a low voice, his tone borderline teasing, and your giggling subsides as he inches his face closer to yours. “Want another taste?”
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