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Now before reading any of my stories, I only write female readers, aka Y/Ns, and fanfictions. I want to clarify that the reader, Y/N, will be given a nickname for each character she is paired with. The reader will also be described in some detail(s).
For example: Her hair is long and she have purple eyes.
Another thing too, the reader will most likely will be given a last name as well. I will be sometime give the reader a nationality/ethnicity. I am trying to be inclusive of making the reader different in a way. I want to write characters from different part of the world in my future original stories.
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The reason why I write in this way is because it is just easier for me to remember what the reader looks like and also in writing style as well.
Just in my personal opinion, I only see the reader, Y/N, as an OC and not a self insert. I don’t mind reading stories that have a descriptive Y/N, because I am already imagining her as my OC and not the Y/N that described in the story. All Y/Ns are different and they will not always be exactly like you if you are the type to self insert. But remember, this is my own opinion.
I forgot to mention that I will be writing some X OC stories as well.
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I’ll be writing some really dark, fuck up shit in the dark fandoms. Yandere, Dark AU, Creepypasta, etc. are the few things that I will be writing. You have to be 18+ or be mature enough to read. I will also be writing some smut (which will be bad, but I will keep on practicing writing smut).
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- Blood
- Gore
- Murder
- Suicide
- Self Harm
- Predator
- Sexual Harassment & Assault
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‘You used to work for the Leader of Onychinus for six years, building trust and sharing memories with each other. But when a misunderstanding takes place, Sylus gets rid of you without hesitation. Being the sole person to make money for the family, you end up losing the land and you family home
Two years later, you’re now trying to make ends meet. Working at a convenience store doesn’t do much, but thankfully being the lead singer in a punk band helps with the stress and gets you some cash.
One night after a performance, a strange man who looks similar to your old boss shows up at your apartment door. He says you’re his mate from a past life and that he’s traveled through time and space in hopes you can help him hatch his newborn egg.’
Hey Queen! I had a request for non-mc that I think would be funny. How would the lads men help take care of non mc's fat cat. Like FLUFFY FAT CAT!!!! Maybe she asks them to babysit her precious cat while she goes away for a family emergency or something 🤔
Operation Chonk Watch
Setup: When you have to leave town unexpectedly for a family emergency, you entrust your most precious treasure to the guys, your beloved, gloriously rotund, attitude-filled fluffball. She’s the kind of cat who looks like she swallowed a smaller cat and carries herself like a mafia boss, so the boys have a lot on their plates.
Pairing: LADs x Non-MC! reader
Genre: Fluff, Humour, slight Crack
Writer's notes: The moment I read this request, I instantly burst out laughing as I know Raf is going to have hell with the kitty. It also reminds me of one of bibbysstuff's more popular fanart, which I absolutely adore (so ur telling me....... this guy killed ppl.....??). So, make sure to give her some love whenever you can. Besides that, enjoy the read.
“Sylus, can you kitty-sit for me? Just a few days.”
“…It’s a cat. How much trouble could it be?”
At first, she’s skittish, tail puffed, ears back, watching from the doorway like she’s measuring him up. Sylus doesn’t chase her; instead, he leans against the wall, arms folded, that trademark smirk tugging at his lips like he knows she’ll break first.
He occasionally tilts his head in her direction, making a low clicking sound just to see her ears twitch.
By the end of day one, curiosity wins, and she’s sniffing his boots, tail cautiously lowered but no longer bristling.
Day two, she’s not only in his lap, she’s sprawled across it like a ruler claiming territory.
Sylus stares down the cat like it’s a high-level Onchinus threat. The cat stares back, unblinking.
“You’ve got some nerve, fluffball.”
He ends up typing one-handed, the other idly scratching under her chin while glaring at anyone who so much as glances at her.
During a strategy meeting, she hops onto the map table and plants herself squarely over the region they’re discussing, forcing him to shift documents around her fluff. When a subordinate tries to move her, Sylus stops them with a single raised brow.
“She’s fine there.”
By day three, she’s trailing him through the base, weaving between his legs with calculated precision that almost trips one of the twins.
By day four, she’s strolling by his side, swatting at anyone who comes too close. Sylus doesn’t scold her; if anything, he looks impressed. When she hisses at someone blocking their way, he murmurs,
“Good girl,” with the same tone he uses for his most trusted operatives.
During a call with you, when you ask how your precious cat was doing, he calmly replies:
“She’s fine. Ate half my dinner, but fine.”
What he doesn’t say: she has her own chair in his office, and he now consults her during briefings.
Her opinion seems to carry weight, judging by how seriously he nods when she meows mid-meeting.
“Raf, I need you to watch my cat.”
He visibly pales before your very eyes
“Darling, I am a man of refined tastes. I absolutely refuse to lower myself to babysitting a four-legged predator masquerading as a pet.”
At first, she keeps her distance, glaring down from the top of the fridge like a queen surveying an unworthy subject. Rafayel glares back, chin high, as if refusing to be intimidated by ten pounds of fur.
Hour two: She shadows him from afar, her glowing eyes following his every step with an unnerving patience. When he turns, she freezes like a statue. He mutters under his breath,
“Clever little spy.”
Day two: She dares to brush against his leg. He startles so badly he nearly drops a delicate porcelain teacup, then spends five minutes inspecting his trousers for stray hairs.
He swore she smirked at him.
By day three, she’s napping near him, tail flicking in subtle warning, while he feeds her from a ladle at maximum arm’s length.
He narrates the feeding process as though hosting a cooking show, because “surely this counts as performance art.”
Day four: She jumps onto the windowsill of his studio, watching him paint with a piercing gaze.
He pretends not to care, but his brushstrokes slow, and his posture subtly adjusts so as not to disturb her.
By day five, she’s actively seeking him out, curling up on the arm of his chair while he works.
He sighs in defeat when she rests her chin on his wrist, forcing him to angle his palette awkwardly.
The second you get back, he shoves the cat into your arms:
“Never. Again. She watched me paint. Judged me. I felt... inferior. And I don’t need that kind of humiliation in my own home.”
“Caleb, can you watch her? She’s an easy cat.”
“…We’ll see about that.”
The first day, she assesses him like a new recruit under review, eyes narrowed and tail flicking as she takes her time to approach. Caleb crouches to her level, patient, letting her sniff his hand before retreating to a safe distance.
He doesn’t push; he simply goes about his business in precise, measured movements so she can observe him without feeling cornered.
By day two, she’s brushing against his leg as he preps her food, the faintest of purrs vibrating in her throat.
Caleb treats this assignment like a full-scale mission:
Step one: Analyze behaviour patterns in detail, making mental notes about her feeding habits and rest cycles.
Step two: Optimize feeding schedule for maximum nutrition.
Step three: Enforce an exercise routine.
Exercise, however, lasts exactly three minutes before she collapses in a heap of dramatic defeat.
The laser pointer? She follows it once, then fixes him with a flat, unimpressed stare, as though telling him his tactics need work.
By day three, he’s experimenting with alternative enrichment, rolling treat balls, dangling feather toys at calculated angles, and even creating obstacle paths from furniture.
She completes each one at her own slow pace, then sits like a champion awaiting praise.
By day four, he’s carrying her around like a toddler, briefing her on Fleet protocol and upcoming tactical drills. He swears she listens, occasionally punctuating his reports with a questioning meow.
“She’s safe. She also needs a cardio plan.”
Two days later, you catch him researching cat treadmills, military-grade scratching posts, and feline obstacle courses.
You’re almost certain you hear him mutter something about ‘training the perfect co-pilot.’
“Xav, would you mind keeping her company for me while I'm gone?”
“It’d be my honour.”
She’s cautious at first, watching from the corner with those calculating eyes, tail tucked neatly around her paws. Xavier simply sits nearby, speaking in his calm, melodic voice as he reads aloud from whatever book he has in hand. He doesn’t attempt to touch her, only letting his presence speak for itself.
By evening, her curiosity overcomes her reserve, and she curls beside him, chin resting on her paws, eyes half-closed in contentment.
Day one: Gentle brushing sessions paired with soft classical music, followed by sunlit naps on the windowsill while Xavier works quietly nearby.
Day two: More reading aloud, but now she edges closer, her purring audible even from across the room.
Day three: He spends an hour curating an “emotional enrichment” playlist, telling you over text that certain songs seem to make her tail flick in approval.
By day four, he’s in the kitchen baking cat treats from a recipe he found online, measuring ingredients with the precision of a chemist, chuckling when she hops onto a stool to observe his work.
Day five: He’s constructed an elaborate cardboard castle complete with arched doorways and paper flag banners, ceremoniously dubbing her “Your Highness” as he presents it to her.
She accepts the gift with the dignified grace of royalty.
You get a photo that night: she’s sprawled across his pillow, her fur blending with the soft blankets, while he sleeps diagonally to give her more space.
His hand rests lightly on her back, as if ensuring she feels secure even in dreams.
You swear he looks happier than in any official portrait.
“She’s family now. She’s coming with me.”
It takes all your strength to pry her from his arms, and you suspect she left with one of his sweaters tucked into her new castle.
“Zayne, can you watch my cat?”
smiles “Sure. How hard could it be? You know I’m a bit of a cat person, right?”
On day one, she eyes him warily, surprising, since cats usually avoid him entirely. He doesn’t push, instead sitting cross-legged on the floor, speaking in a low, steady tone, his hand resting palm-up nearby in invitation.
She circles him twice, tail flicking, before finally settling just close enough that her fur brushes his knee.
By nightfall, she’s beside him, accepting slow, measured pets without bolting. The quiet delight in his expression is impossible to miss.
That night, she claims his bed, sprawling across the center like a queen. Zayne doesn’t have the heart to move her, so he grabs a blanket and sleeps on the couch without complaint.
Day two: She meows at 2 a.m., and he’s up instantly, making her a fresh bowl of water with exactly three ice cubes, crouching beside her dish to make sure she drinks.
Day three: He stands in the pet aisle for twenty minutes, carefully selecting gourmet wet food “because she deserves it,” comparing ingredient lists like he’s prepping a medical prescription.
By day four, he’s gone all in, a custom feeding station with her name engraved, puzzle feeders for “mental stimulation,” and a climbing tower taller than you are now decorate your living room.
She follows him from room to room, curling up on the back of the couch while he works or stretching out on the floor beside his chair.
He talks to her in a low voice, occasionally letting out a soft laugh when she headbutts his arm.
“She’s low-maintenance. We understand each other.”
Your fridge looks like it now belongs to a luxury cat hotel.
She ignores you entirely, following him to the door like she’s choosing him over you, and from the satisfied, almost smug look on his face, he’s not about to argue.
I'm just a background character! Leave me the FUCK out of this!
Chapter 4 — A Mysterious Paw...
❤︎Synopsis— A suspiciously fierce and adorable conversation being made as they stop when a hunter finally comes back home from a mission. Needing to see their mother, the eldest calls in for back while also scratching his finances with minimum effort, unfortunately not hurt.
★Content may include; FemaleNonMC!, LADS characters being friends Au!, Fluff, Comedy/Crack, And obviously NOT CANON!!!
C/N: Meow🫶🏻(No I'm not a furry🕴️shout out to furies though!🔥 Not talking about the ones who likes animals though) Previous chapter could last like 5 chapters max lol. 11k is crazy🕴️ Yes I'm still proud about it😩. Anyways what CATastrophe is about to happen in this one? Let us WALK through it shall we...get it? Cause cats and dogs like to walk? And like...Man I don't even know🕴️ it was bad...yea🔥
“Meow…Meow meow meow…” A certain cat spoke, perched up on the windowsill inside an apartment—somewhat alone with her younger brother for now, stared at a different cat who let out a dragged soft noise in response. “Meeeeoow~..." The other cat inside the apartment could only sigh before looking away as she glared at the cat outside who licked his paw before placing it on the window, tapping it thrice making her nod with approval. Suddenly, a voice called out through the apartment making the two cats perk up.
"Valor~! Where are you? I'm back! Sorry that I got home late! The mission was too dangerous to go all out in one go…” The woman spoke as she closed and locked the front door behind her, taking off her shoes before putting on her slippers. Meanwhile, Valor glanced at the door, she was currently inside of the human’s bedroom before her eyes slowly went to the side where her baby brother was, Goliath was laying on his back spread out and about without a care in the world— worry free knowing Valor was on watch duty.
Valor lets out a loud meow, letting the human know where she was at as footsteps from behind the door start to sound more clearer, getting closer with each step on the way. She looked towards the window, at the cat who was licking himself clean. “Meow….Meow…Meow.” She spoke as the last one sounded more firm and stern, the orange cat glance at her while he purrs. “Meow~" Pleased by his response, Valor looked back at the door. The handle being turned as a familiar human comes in.
"Ahh there you are…I was a bit worried you were injured or something with how quiet it was inside…” MC grins slightly, seemingly very worried at first but after seeing that Valor was fine— ease instantly was felt and shown all over her face and body language. Valor’s tail swayed, very amused as she began to lick her paw. Her claws were slightly shown, they were sharp and fierce. There was no way Valor could be injured that easily, human nor…wanderer.
And technically she's inside a safe space, an apartment. Getting in would be hard with all the security, cameras, and stuff she'd seen from wandering all over and if a wanderer suddenly appeared out of by pure chance and bad luck— then she will immediately alert Goliath as they run through the small crevices they found while venturing and looking around this apartment complex from just out of pure curiosity and a little safety measure.
Valor gazed at MC who begins to murmur about how strong the wanderer she fought was, she needed to get help from at least 2 other hunters named Tara and Simone which Valor could careless about but still listened, just for information in case needed. “Wooof…” Goliath whined quietly, making Valor's ears perk up while she glanced down at the pup who rolled over to lay on his belly and looked around in a daze. Clearly just waking up from his nap.
“Meow…” Valor called out to him as she moved and jumped down the windowsill, MC’s rambles being a background noise as Valor walked towards Goliath. Her tail swaying down curiously and a bit worried— letting out a purr, Goliath whimpered and nudged his head towards the feline who rubs her head against his, trying to comfort her baby brother.
“...Woof…” Goliath whimpered, making Valor purr more louder to soothe away his stress or whatever it is that's making him agitated/sad. Hearing footsteps just right in front of them making Valor look up to see a worried human who changed into some casual clothes. "Goliath? Is something wrong? Why are you crying?” MC asked as she crouched down, reaching out for him and gently patting his head— Goliath could only whimper and move away. Nudging his head towards Valor who caught on immediately, MC tilted her head to the side in confusion as she looked down at Valor who caught her eye before looking at the door with her tail thumping on the floor.
MC slowly turned her head at where Valor was looking at and seeing the door as she immediately knew what the poor pup wanted. MC sighed before turning back at them, hearing Goliath wail even more so— he must be crying. Valor seemed agitated that her baby brother was crying, thumping her tail louder which made MC smile faintly reaching out once more to try and pat Goliath's head gently again which he accepted this time, the crying got quieter but the sadness was still evidently there.
“Oh I see…You must be missing your mama huh... I'm sorry for coming home late…” She spoke softly towards the pup who whined, nuzzling his head against her as if trying to tell her ‘it's okay, I understand’. Valor watched, stretching out her paw, showing her claws and all that. MC eyed Valor who stared menacingly at her, seeing the cat showing her claws before retracting them back as if a warning to be gentle. MC sweatdrops, knowing she's fucked if she says or do anything wrong. Glancing back at the puppy as she speaks.
“Say…What if we go there right now?” Immediately Goliath perked up at her words, letting out a soft ‘woof’. Somewhat a bit more energized now that they were given hope to come and see you again. Valor seemed pleased with that statement as she stopped showing her claws briefly. Licking her fur, making sure she's clean and presentable for her mama. Considering you weren't here to give them a bath, Valor and Goliath had to improvise by licking themselves clean which isn't bad but they know you would prefer if they'd been given or helped with taking a bath instead.
Besides that no one can technically touch them like that even if it's for cleaning anyways, Mama always gives the best baths for them. Some scented shampoo—animal friendly, some treats that they love, some rubber duckies or any type of toy that was water proof, massages, hair treatment, paw treatment, etc... They were always given special treatment, Valor doubts anyone could give them the same and even if they did— they wouldn't have the same soothing baby voice you'd used while speaking as you give them a bath, talking about how good they were being, asking about their day and all that kinds of stuff.
You were just unbeatable.
The one force that truly can take care of two animals who were very…very much aware.
MC slowly stood up as she grins at them with her hands on her hips. “Okay then…Let's go. Let me just pack some stuff and call someone to help me bring you two in…” MC cooed while she grabs her phone, wanting to text someone before she starts packing for some stuff. Now thinking about it, you probably need clothes, MC walked to her closet as she opened it. Valor’s watchful eyes never stopped following her as she walked towards her closet. Eyes darted at MC one last time before glancing at her closet, she huffed at the sight. Hearing a huff as MC looked down, seeing a displeased expression on Valor’s face at the clothes in front of them— the expression made MC pout, nevertheless being in total agreement to Valor's reaction.
“You're right…she wouldn't like these types of clothes…she'd want something more comfortable and cozy right now…” MC smiled while Valor placed her paw on the closet door and gently pushed it— slightly closing it but not fully, Valor turned around to jump on the bed. MC grumbled as she closed both the doors of her closet fully while thinking because she was wondering how she'd get in your apartment to get you those preferably comfortable clothes you loved putting on. She didn't have any keys nor a keycard, Valor glanced at MC’s phone as she spoke. “Meoooow…”
The human glanced at her with a raised brow— Walking closer before bending down as Valor reached out to swat her phone in a tapping manner, making MC blink in confusion before turning it on without question while the Valor looked at it— seeing the contacts listed. She poked on one contact number making the phone ring, dumbfounded as MC looked at who it was before she scoffed with an annoyed smile on her face.
“Sylus? Really? I didn't know you were fond of him, Valor…” MC grumbled, feeling a flutter in her heart to see Sylus being picked although brushing it off as excitement that she deemed was very much platonic. She's in denial. MC sat down on the edge of her bed beside Valor— Goliath looked up at both the girls before slowly standing up, walking towards the bed. Tail wagging while he barked softly, he was clearly waiting for them and wanting to know what they were doing. Valor glanced down at him happily, letting out meows’ understandably communicating with the puppy who beamed even more so, tail thumping the floor while he barked happily.
Meanwhile, MC talked with Sylus about something— like helping with the cat and puppy situation. Valor looked back at her before she reached out to gently tug MC’s sleeves with her claw, making the human glance at her as she showed the cat her phone again with Sylus on sight this time.
Sylus who was very much more than happy to talk with MC after days of being in no contact— raised a brow when he sees the cat now being on the other side of the screen. Despite the feeling of slight annoyance that his conversation is being cut by some feline, he smirks while deciding to greet this somewhat in need cat. “Hello there, little one…It's been awhile huh? How are you?”
Sylus didn't know how he knew that Valor needed something because frankly, he didn't know Valor enough to know its quirks but something in him— just knew. Although he didn't question it right away, it would be rather rude.
Valor just lets out a meow before she reaches out and starts tapping on the screen. Sylus thought she's just being a curious cat like the rest until he saw the sight being shown which made him confused at first, his curiosity peaked once he realized. Truly he was right that Valor needed something but he didn't expect for her to need clothes, human clothes to be exact. Probably for her mother. “Oh? I didn't know your friend’s cat was able to do such things…” Sylus uttered while glancing at MC who peeked from the side, she grins awkwardly while mumbling. "Me neither but I learned not to question it…Their mama doesn't know how they do it either…"
Upon hearing what MC said made Sylus's curiosity about you and especially your pets rise— he wonders what you all truly are, because this? It wasn't normal. The cat continued pressing stuff until she tapped on a specific type of clothes that he notes were comfortable and loose. Briefly ignoring he saw MC’s wallpaper being herself, —which he would like to get a copy of but didn't say it— with almost all of her icons being of you two, along with Valor and Goliath at some. Squinting his eyes when he sees the screen shows a comfy sweater that would rather look cozy, Valor stops as she lets out a meow while looking at Sylus who glanced back at her. Their eyes staring deeply into each other before Sylus lets out a chuckle, now understanding what the cat wanted.
“You want me to buy clothes for your caretaker?…” Sylus asked while Valor lets out another ‘meow’ to confirm it. MC just looked shocked at the cat, bewildered that Valor even knew that her mama needed new clothes, apart from that— MC was surprised to know that Valor knows Sylus had the big guns, meaning big money and more. “How amusing…” Sylus smirked while he looked at Valor who stared at him firmly, not afraid or anything. Firm and unwavering like a true tiger but make it domesticated and smaller.
“Now why should I buy her clothes? She's not even someone I'm remotely close enough to do such things for, kitty." Sylus asked with a slight teasing tone— wanting to test how far this cat was gonna go through with her plans while also stating that he had rights to oppose and all that but Valor was not having it.
“Meow."
She spoke before reaching out and ending the call. MC stared in disbelief while Valor leaned back and licked the back of her paw, seemingly waiting for something— like she knew that Sylus was gonna give in anyways. Sylus who was on the other side of the screen looked shocked before letting out an amused laugh as he grinned— giving in like what Valor expected as he pressed onto MC’s contact number again making it ring on MC’s and Valor's side. Valor looked at the screen while she rolled her eyes, a slight faint smug look on her face as she pressed the answer button.
“I didn't expect a response like that. How adorable, Valor.” Sylus’s gaze narrowed, glinting with delight. Valor just blinks slowly, as if growing tired of his nonsense— like Sylus was the one wasting her time. He was. But technically Sylus was the one who was doing something important until MC called and then Valor came to disrupt them both, with both topics being about you. He had no connections nor bonds with you, so he didn't care as much— a bit bewildered on why it was him of all people that they both had to call for but he didn't question it especially if it meant spending more time with MC even if it's not about her.
And maybe he's also eager to know more about these pets that you own and how you'd come to tame such…odd pets.
“Very well then…I suppose I can buy her a few things…I do need to give gifts since I didn't at the first meeting now did I?” Sylus hummed while Valor seemed satisfied, only a little bit though. MC just looked speechless as she didn't say a single thing after the exchange….
While MC was busy gawking and being speechless, Valor had tapped on multiple clothes that were high quality and with overall great fabrics that would help you be distracted for a bit, feeling it against your skin while you get lost in the satisfaction of its stimulation whenever you caress it for some sort of relief. Sylus just complies and puts it in the cart— not like it would put a scratch on his finances anyways.
C/N:.... MY MAN IS COMING HOME AGAIN! ANOTHER FREE CARD FROM DEAREST😭🫶🏻 RAFAYELLLLL🎉 HE'S SO FUCKING GORGEOUS UGHH I LOVE MY HUSWIFE🤧. Update on mwah— I'm sick🕴️ I ate too much spicy stuff and now I have a stuffy nose and a sore throat😒.... BUT THAT WONT STOP ME FROM SUCKING HIS DI-.... Probably not a good idea but whatevs😹 Also I see the asks y'all give buuuut I won't say anything just yet😳
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𝐜𝐰: mentions of groping, swearing, violence, and a confession! (not proof read!)
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The Thunder Legion and Team Natsu were on their way to a nearby hot spring, looking forward to finally relaxing and unwinding after a long and stressful week. Coincidentally, you, Mira, Wendy, and Cana happened to pass by the two groups, also hoping to relax. Luckily, the hot spring had separate sections for men and women to avoid any embarrassment while being vulnerable. As you prepared to head to the hot spring, you bumped into Evergreen, who had the biggest smirk on her face.
"Is there something wrong, Ever?" You asked, genuinely curious about why she was grinning like a complete idiot.
"Oh, it's nothing really! I'm just waiting for all the girls to arrive so I can share what I've just found out!" She smiled menacingly as she walked away toward the spring.
Once all of you ladies were in, Ever started giggling, leaving you anxious yet excited to know what the big fuss was about.
"Ladies, gather round! You're all about to be shocked by this story," Evergreen declared, prompting all the ladies to gather around to hear what she had to say.
"A little birdie told me about what happened last week between Laxus and y/n-chan. Apparently, y/n's top got torn, leaving her 'jubbiles' on display, and Laxus used his hands to cover them." You were taken aback. Who the hell told her what happened? The only people who knew about it were you and Laxus—no one else. So, who told her?
"Oh my God?! y/n, is this true?!" Lucy gasped in surprise, displaying the most shocked expression among the entire group.
"It is true, but it's not like that at all! He was just trying to cover me!" You held out your hands in defense of both him and yourself.
"Oh really? Well, I can't blame him for grabbing these! Just look at them—they're so huge and way softer than Lucy's," Cana exclaimed, grabbing and playing with your chest while you tried your best to get her to stop.
"Please stop! That tickles!" you squeaked in embarrassment.
Wendy and Mira smiled as the two of you goofed around, while Erza had an extremely red face. You didn't mind Cana grabbing you like that; you trusted her a lot. Besides, she had done this many times before, and if she ever felt she had gone too far, she would apologize for her actions and behavior.
Meanwhile, on the men's side of the hot spring, they overheard everything being said. To say that Freed and Bickslow were shocked would be an understatement.
"Laxus, this can't be true!" Freed exclaimed, looking at the man in front of him who remained calm despite having just grabbed your breasts as if it were nothing.
"Yeah, it's true. But I was just helping her out," Laxus said, tilting his head back to stretch his neck. Bickslow approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Tell me, Laxus... How did they feel?! Or what?! You gotta be honest with me, come on, man!" The blue-haired male was now shaking Laxus, eager to hear the details about what happened.
"Just chill out, man. Then maybe I'll tell you," the blonde said, attempting to get the other man to stop shaking him so forcefully. Bickslow ceased his actions and leaned in closer to hear what the blonde had to say.
"I guess they felt soft. I don't know, I didn't get the chance to squeeze them," Laxus said, looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Dang, Laxus, never thought I'd hear that from you," Gray said, looking at the man with a smirk.
"Yeah, Laxus, didn't know you were that much of a perv," Natsu said with a smile as he approached Laxus and slapped him on the back.
"Watch it, Pinkie," he said, glaring at the boy as he walked out of the spring to cool off.
"Don't go running away, you coward! Fight me like a real man!" the pink-haired boy exclaimed, with fire coming out of his mouth.
"Don't go picking fights you can't win, you slimy lizard."
"Oh yeah, ice princess?! You wanna go right now?!"
"Yeah, you fire-breathing loser!"
Both the fire and ice wizards were now throwing punches in the bath, causing the other men to get out to avoid being dragged into their fight.
"So immature," Freed sighed as he left to dry off and change.
"Wait up, Freed!" Bickslow yelled, following the green-haired man.
Laxus was about to join the two till he heard screaming from the women’s side. Normally, he would ignore such drama, but he turned around and noticed a large whole in the fence separating the male and female baths. Curious, he went back to check on Natsu and Gray, only to see Natsu’s face buried into your chest.
Your face was extremely pale, and you were making noises, completely speechless and stiff.
Natsu exclaimed, "Wow, that hurt! Good thing these pillows were here to catch me," as he grabbed your breasts and buried his face deeper into you chest.
“GET OFF HER, YOU IDIOT!” Lucy grabs him around the waist and attempts to pull him away.
"You heard her, Natsu. Get off now; you're making y/n feel extremely uncomfortable," Erza said, glaring at the boy who remained unfazed.
"Aw, come on, Erza. I was just getting comfortable here," the male whined as he returned to bury his face in your chest once more.
Wendy and Erza blushed as they watched everything unfold within a matter of minutes. Fortunately, Gray had landed between Cana and Mira, so he didn’t have to endure an earful from the ladies.
"Please get off, Natsu. It's... embarrassing," you said, looking down at the dragon slayer with pink cheeks and glossy eyes.
"Oh, sorry about that, y/n! I had no idea I landed on ya!" Natsu said, smiling and rubbing the back of his head.
"But wow, these things sure are soft!" he replied.
"Ah, please stop!" You tried to pull his hands away, but they didn’t budge, so you responded by smacking him into the water.
"WAIT! NO! I'M SORRY, NATSU!" You grabbed Natsu, who is now unconscious and has a bump growing on his cheek.
"No, he definitely deserved it," all the girls chimed in, their faces displaying disappointment.
You all heard a cough from the now destroyed wall that separated you. Laxus glanced at the ground, trying not to make anyone uncomfortable, and grabbed Gray and Natsu by the hair to pull them out. Once he reached the other side, he apologized and walked away.
"That was interesting," Wendy nervously said, trying to clear the awkward tension in the air.
"Oh my, y/n, I sure didn’t expect that to happen," Mira Jane giggled, looking at you.
"I know, right? These boys are going to be the end of me," Evergreen sighed as she headed out of the bath, followed by the rest of you shortly after.
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𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩
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All of you had changed into robes and headed towards your respective rooms. You bumped into Natsu, who looked much worse than when you last saw him.
"Are you alright, Natsu? You look worse than before." You grabbed his hand and examined his face; it was bruised and his hands had cuts on them.
"I'm so sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to upset you back there," Natsu slurred, with several teeth missing and his lip busted.
"It's fine, Natsu. I already forgave you earlier. Let's go find Wendy so she can fix you up, okay?" You grabbed his arm to lead him towards the girls' room, aware that he couldn't see well through his swollen black eyes.
"You're too kind to us, y/n. Makes me feel worse."
"Now, mind telling me what happened to you? Whoever beat you up seemed intent on hurting you badly." You asked softly, concerned about his condition. He could barely walk properly, limping and visibly battered.
"It was Laxus. He said I shouldn't have upset you like that. Something about backing off, but I don't get it. It's not like you and I are a thing," he replied through slurs and tears. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Natsu was like a little brother to you, and you had always sworn to protect him since you first met.
Little did you know, Laxus was behind you and overheard your conversation. Fortunately, you reached Wendy's room to update her on the situation and asked for her help with Natsu.
As you left Wendy's room, your eyes met Laxus' gray ones, causing you to let out a choked gasp; you hadn't expected him to be there.
"You startled me, you big goof!" You lightly slapped his chest.
"Sorry about that."
"Why did you beat up Natsu? He didn't deserve that. He looks like he's been through hell," you said, guiding him out of the hallway toward your room, which was two doors down.
"I don't really know. I guess I was just upset," Laxus replied, avoiding your gaze. You gently lifted his chin to make him face you and smiled softly at him.
"Well, I just wanted to say thank you for thinking of me! But we should tone down the violence; I don’t think Natsu can handle that much anger directed at him," you chuckled at the lightning mage's expression.
"I also have something else to ask, if you don’t mind, Laxus. What was Natsu talking about when you told him to 'back off'?" You added air quotes at the end of your sentence. Laxus blushed and looked away again, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"It’s nothing..."
"Are you sure? Because I might have something else to tell you if you come clean."
"Really?" You nodded as you leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "I like you," giggling as the blonde's dumbfounded look crossed his face. He grabbed you by the waist, pulled you closer to his chest, and rested his head on top of yours.
"I'm glad you do. So now that we've confessed how we feel, how about we make it official?" He asked as he pulled back and gently lifted your face to meet his.
"Y/n, will you do me the honor of becoming my woman?"
"Of course, I would love to be yours! As long as you promise to be mine." You squealed and hugged him, causing the two of you to tumble back onto the bed.
"Anything for you, gorgeous," he winked at your flushed face as he pulled you in for a tender kiss — a kiss you wished could last forever.
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aw so cute! too bad you guys will never know who told evergreen that story!!♡︎ hope you all enjoyed this!
Not all of the people reading your x reader fics have white skin
Just a gentle reminder before you write characteristics that assume whiteness and exclude your black/indigenous/poc supporters-specifically in 'x reader' works.
I love and appreciate writers, but this is a recurring avoidable issue (going on for decades now).
"your dusky pink nipples" "your face turned just as red as his" "he could see the blush on your face" “your cheeks furiously blushed” “your ears burn bright red” “The look in your reddened face” “your knuckles white with effort” “bruised purple against your light skin”
Describing the physical feeling instead of the visual change helps include your readers while also elevating your writing IMO.
Anyone can say "Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment" or "Your face flushed" but wouldn't you rather say "A burning heat rushed across your face, from your neck to the tip of your nose, prickling right underneath the surface. You look anywhere but him, hoping your newfound interest in the buildings ceiling tiles will ease the fire tightening beneath your skin" And instead of the other character pointing out that the readers face is red, they can point out the obvious flustered facial expression/body language.
If you want your reader insert to have white/fairskin, then just label them white!reader or put the mention in the warnings/summary.
↪I have reached out to writers I favored/supported before and sometimes I have been met with severe hostility and defensiveness. I often wonder if people are doing this purposefully or for some reason think only white people read their fanfics (?)-if that's the case then be upfront and label your reader inserts as white!reader or something PLEASE. It’s gotten to the point where I feel like black women and other POC aren’t wanted or considered in these fandoms because it comes off like that in your writing. If you need a different motivation, just know you're missing out on more interactions, reblogs, and a bigger reader base. I don’t know why white is the default for so many writers in unspecified x reader/reader insert fics-the people on your blog following, reading, and supporting you aren’t all white and fair-skinned.
I am not talking about OC fics or fics where race/skintone is x specified in summary or warnings. This is specifically about unspecified "x reader" where whiteness is assumed as the default
Put in the comments good replacements for writers to use!
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Edit: this got more attention then I thought lol if you wanna redraw this just reblog this with your redraw to credit me or put my @ (idk how tumblr works ngl)
Zayne frowns at you, gaze flicking between your face and the photo album you're holding, currently open to a page of him as a baby.
"I believe I was an average size at this age." He notes, flipping to the next page. Sure enough, there's another picture of his chubby cheeked toddler face smiling toothily at the camera. Immediately, you coo.
"You were such a fat baby! I could just eat you up." As if to satisfy said urge, you squeeze his hand tightly, eagerly flipping to the next page.
This photo is one of his earliest, only a few months old in his crib. He can admit that he does look quite chubby in this one. Apparently, he was a large baby. You make an odd noise, practically squealing as you suddenly grab his face, squeezing his no-longer-chubby cheeks.
"Look how cute you were! I hope our babies are this cute." You sigh, pulling away from him to once again admire the photos.
Zayne however, is thinking at a mile a minute.
You had said "our" babies. Did you want children with him? Of course, he knew the two of you were in a moderately serious relationship and having children was likely going to be a topic of conversation eventually but still...
"I hope they look like you." He murmurs, leaning closer to smell your sweet perfume. You smile softly, mirroring his actions to rest closer to him.
"For the sake of their cheeks, that would probably be best."
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