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Congrats :)

- Shatter

Aahh thank you!! Congrats to all of us!! I wouldn't be here without all of you :)

#lovely anons <33

[mouschiwrites]

ahem, let me redo this... (i think I did it wrong the first time) CONGRATULATIONS!!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!! 500 FOLLOWERS!!?!?!?!?! star struck <3

here's the board (again...) the character i had in mind was Cole from Ninjago

(I LOVE YOU 💜💜💜💜💜💜)

AUGH OMG you're too sweet 😭😭 I love you too!!! Also.. I'm totally starstruck as well! I'm so pleased to have you all here :,)

(note: f/a = favorite (music) artist)

Word count: 1.4k

Ninjago - The Concert (Cole) (500 follower event)

“Come on Y/n, we’re going to be late!”

“You can’t be late to being early,” you protested, jogging through the halls urgently. “Where is it?”

You were looking for your jacket; it was a brand new jean jacket Cole had bought just for this concert, and you’d be darned if you left without it.

“What are you looking for?”

“The jacket… you…” You rounded a corner and came face to face with Cole, who was holding the very jacket you were looking for. Though you almost didn’t recognize it, as it had a rather radical new addition; the back was painted with f/a’s logo (or album cover, if they don’t have a logo ^^).

You slapped a hand over your mouth, partly because you were shocked, partly to stop yourself from screaming. You jumped at Cole, throwing your arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his middle.

“Woah there!” He chuckled, fumbling with the jacket for a second before securing his arms around you. “I’ll take that as an ‘I like it’.”

“Like it?! I love it!” You gushed, squeezing him tighter. Then you let yourself drop to your feet so you could have a better look at the jacket, which Cole handed to you at last.

“Did you paint this?”

“Can you tell?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, running your fingers over the imperfect lines, “but that’s why I love it.”

Cole threw an arm around you and pulled you in to plant a quick kiss atop your head. “I’m glad. Now, we really should get going.”

“Right,” you assented, almost sad to put the jacket on because that meant you had to stop staring at it.

Cole was a seasoned concert-goer. He knew that it was best to arrive earlier than early, if not only to avoid traffic (both human and automotive), then to secure your place in the crowd. And to buy merch if the stands are open, of course.

The stadium was even bigger than you’d imagined, but as more people crowded in it seemed smaller and smaller. Soon you felt like a little brick in a huge Lego set, packed in between so many others and secured in one spot. Luckily the little brick next to you was Cole, someone you didn’t mind being this close to. You clung together, shoulder-to-shoulder, to avoid the other people surrounding you both.

The openers were pretty good, but deep down you were anxious to see your band. To be fair, you did buy the tickets to see them specifically. 

And then they finally came. The sky was quite dark by then, and the stadium lights began flashing different colors. At that moment you were certain that they were about to come out. And sure enough, there they were, rocking their best clothes for the occasion on stage.

Your hand tightened into a crushing grip around Cole’s; he was doing the same, but neither of you really noticed. You shared an overexcited glance at each other that read oh my goodness it’s them!! Are you seeing this?

Bouncing eagerly on your heels, you waited in anticipation for the music to start. The speakers blared with f/a shouting a welcome to the crowd, which you and everyone around you responded to with enthusiastic yelling. It was quite noisy, but the speakers easily overpowered the noise with the first note of a song.

Time passed way too quickly. With each new song you silently wished that the moment would last forever, only to be disappointed when it ended but to have the feeling rekindled when the next song started. Suddenly they were all your favorites; though of course you went especially wild when your actual favorite number was played. 

Dancing, screaming lyrics, waving your arms—it all came naturally to you, as if you were an animal transformed in the multicolored lights. Maybe there was something in the fog waterfalling off the stage; everyone else seemed to be affected in the same way. You often bumped shoulders with Cole as you both moved around, and sent endless innocent smiles to each other when you stepped on the other’s toes.

F/a ended up doing an encore of your absolute favorite song, earning a little squeal of delight from you. You hopped in the air, but instead of connecting back with the ground, your feet remained dangling in the air. You looked at Cole quizzically, hoping your question was obvious because there was no way he’d hear you talk above all the shouting and music. What are you doing?

Cole just gave you a reassuring smile, heaving you higher into the air and then onto his shoulders with a little “Hup!” that you could barely hear.

You squeezed one of his hands, which were holding your legs in place, in a thank-you gesture, but also in sheer excitement. You could see f/a better than ever from up there, and any guilt you had about blocking someone’s view was eased by the people subtly shifting around you so that they could still see. If the huge smiles on their faces were anything to go by, they were too excited themselves to even notice you. You could also see a number of other people sitting on their companions’ shoulders.

This time, when the song ended, you were in tears. You shouted the most affectionate farewell you could muster when f/a finally left the stage, and then the tears really started pouring.

Cole just held your hand while you walked to your ride, letting you get your feels out. He knew full well what it was like to lose it over music, and he actually cried a little during the concert, too.

Eventually you sniffed sharply, wiping your tears away for the last time. “That was amazing,” you laughed.

“I know! My voice is going to be so hoarse tomorrow.”

“Ugh, mine too… but it was worth it.”

“Totally.”

You hugged your jacket around you, defending yourself against the chilly night air that you were finally becoming aware of. A little smile came to your lips when you remembered what was painted on the back, and you stepped closer so that you and Cole were walking shoulder-to-shoulder.

“I’m so glad they did an encore,” you sighed dreamily, “and I’m glad you let me sit on your shoulders for it.”

Cole wrapped an arm around you, his hand coming to a comfortable rest on your upper arm. “Don’t mention it; I just knew you had to see better if they were doing an encore of that song. I know it’s your favorite.”

You smiled, putting one of your hands over Cole’s.

You two gushed about the concert the whole way home, adrenaline still running too high for either of you to be remotely tired. The sugary ice cream you made a pit stop for certainly didn’t help.

You particularly liked listening to Cole’s gushing; while you could express your joy through fast talking and blushing cheeks, he had an artistic way of describing the things he experienced through other experiences. He likened the colored lights to the taste of sour candy, compared the roaring crowd to the feeling of cannonballing into a surging, lukewarm ocean. Your eyes sparkled at each description he offered, and you found yourself agreeing with almost everything he said.

Single digits were on the microwave clock by the time either of you even started to wind down, but once the sleepiness found you, it hit hard. One minute you were drumming your fingers on the table trying to re-create your favorite bits, and the next you were fighting to keep your eyes open. 

“I’m sleepy,” you yawned. “But I don’t wanna sleep yet.”

“Me neither. Let’s just chill on the couch.”

“Good idea,” you smirked, lumbering over to the couch and cozying up with Cole. You planned on gushing a little more, but the feeling of his arms around you and his warm body beneath you were like a sedative. You opened your mouth to speak, but only soft breathing came out, and suddenly all went dark.

The last thing you were aware of was the feeling of lips being pressed to the top of your head. “Love you,” Cole murmured sleepily.

“Love you too,” you slurred automatically, smiling when you remembered that your jacket was still on, still looking fabulous, still holding f/a close to you. It was just you, Cole, and f/a, drifting away to sleepy bliss together.

Tysm for taking part in our event!! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago fanfiction #cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader #cole x reader

[mouschiwrites]

HEYYY CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!!! CAN I REQ A ROYAL AU! WITH LLOYD PLSPLSPLS ( https://pin.it/70wi1S4JA ) - pinterest board, THANKS AND CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!

YAAY thank you!! Also… Royal au!! One of my favorites :D You’ve got good taste my friend!

Word count: 1.3k

Ninjago - The Ball (Lloyd) (500 follower event)

You could hear the music starting up again in the ballroom. It was a faint noise, but in the massive, silent corridors of the castle it seemed much louder.

You glanced over your shoulder in the direction of the ballroom, considering heading back for a moment before sighing and continuing to walk away from the room.

It had only been a few hours, but you’d had quite enough of the ball. Maybe it was the fact that it was the third one that month, maybe it was the way those old generals never stopped blabbing about war and fighting, maybe it was the pretentious smiles of every lord and lady in your presence; whatever it was, you couldn’t stand it.

And so here you were, wandering the halls of your castle in your luxurious ball gown, all alone, lost in thought.

You clasped your hands behind you, enjoying the feeling of your smooth skirt against your wrists. It was a rather nice gown, the kind that truly belonged out on the dance floor, swishing and swaying with movement. You had to admit it was a shame you wouldn’t be dancing tonight, but not enough of a shame to make you turn back.

You came to a door that led out to a balcony, and you pushed it open to enjoy the breeze. You found yourself drawn out into the night, tempted by the refreshing scent of the outdoors and by the stars freckling the night sky.

You closed your eyes, walking slowly until you felt the stone railing against your waist. Taking a deep breath, filling your lungs with that cool, sweet air, you felt yourself relaxing more than you ever could in the presence of anyone in that ballroom.

“Princess Y/n?”

You nearly toppled over at the sound of the voice, and your eyes flew open to see someone lunging at you.

You took a quick step back; a foolish move, since you’d turned around and your back was partially facing the edge of the balcony.

Your back folded over the stone railing, and for a moment you were horrified at the realization that you were about to tumble over it.

That was, until a firm hand gripped your forearm and yanked you forward into an embroidered tunic.

Your face was smushed into the stranger’s shoulder, but you didn’t move, still in shock at what had just happened.

“Are you alright, Princess Y/n?”

You finally pulled away, looking up at your savior. An angular face softened with concern stared back at you with eyes so green that you could see their hue even in the darkness.

“Y-yes, quite,” you murmured, looking over your shoulder to make sure there was room to step back before carefully doing so.

The stranger was still holding your wrist. You both seemed to notice this at the same time, and your hands darted behind your backs bashfully.

“Thank you,” you said more clearly, attempting to compose yourself.

The stranger smiled. For some reason you felt that you recognized that smile, and you cocked your head while you thought about it.

Oh, I know! But… he can’t be… can he?

“Emperor Garmadon?”

The stranger gave a chuckle, cheeks coloring while he shook his head, making his blonde locks sway.

“He’s my father.”

That… makes more sense. It had been a very long time since you’d seen the emperor, but from your memory he was rather old, even way back when you met the man. But this was undoubtedly his son; the shape of his eyes, the smile, the regal, angular face…

“I didn’t know he had a son.” You weren’t sure why you said that. Maybe it was to distract yourself from examining him too closely.

“Not many people do. Lloyd Garmadon, at your service,” he bowed respectfully, taking your hand and planting a kiss on your knuckle.

“Might I ask, if it’s not too invasive,” he continued once standing straight again, “what you’re doing away from the ball? It is your party, after all.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You offered a wan smile, which Lloyd returned awkwardly. You both seemed to understand what the other was doing, since you were both doing the same thing: escaping the party.

Lloyd shook his head. “My father can be… overbearing at times. Especially when he’s in a room with people to impress. He’s gotten better about it, but… he’s still him.”

You couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Oh, I know all about that. It’s not just Emperor Garmadon. You should meet some of those generals in there—they could talk about themselves for eons.”

Now it was Lloyd’s turn to laugh. “It’s a shame, though. Missing the party, I mean. I don’t mind the other things—the food, the music, the dancing… it’s just my father that’s… difficult.”

“You can still hear the music in the corridors,” you offered helpfully, tilting your head towards the door. “Shall we?”

You both went inside, at first disappointed by the silence but then satisfied by the starting up of a new song.

“Oh, this one’s my favorite,” Lloyd sighed wistfully. “The first dance I ever learned.”

“I haven’t done this one in ages,” you admitted.

“I can lead.”

You blinked at him, taken completely by surprise. But the way he was smiling at you with those vivid green eyes… you were enchanted, and suddenly your hand was in his, and he was guiding you through the steps.

The soft sounds of your shoes clicking and clothes rustling were almost enough to overpower the quiet music, but it gave the moment an intimate charm that neither of you minded one bit.

You stared into those green depths, falling deep into some kind of spell. Little did you know he was falling into a spell, too, by looking into your e/c eyes.

When the song came to an end, it felt at once as though an eternity had passed and as though no time had passed at all. You were both breathing heavily from the movement, but now you stood still as ice, huffing, still staring into each others’ eyes above flushed cheeks.

“You’re very beautiful,” Lloyd said. It was more of an observation than a compliment. It was genuine. You figured that’s why it made your heart flutter in a way that no praise from the lords and ladies of the court could.

“Your eyes are enchantingly green,” you said in turn, just as objectively.

You smiled at each other, still not realizing how intimately you were standing. You hadn’t moved since the dance ended, so you were still mere inches from his chest, and his hand was still on the small of your back, and his other hand still held yours.

“My Lady!” Someone gasped, making you both jump. You practically flew away from each other, turning red as beets.

It was your personal maid. She carried a basket of laundry on her hip, and with the other hand she was hiding a smile. “Oh my,” she muttered.

“I was just heading back to the ball!” You blurted, striding towards the ballroom with sheer embarrassment fueling your steps.

“As was I,” Lloyd mimicked you.

“I won’t tell,” you heard her whisper as you whisked past, and you sent her a brief look of gratitude.

As determined as you had been to hide your embarrassment by returning to the ball, you still found yourself hesitating at the edge of the open door.

Lloyd came up behind you, standing close enough that your shoulders brushed.

“I’ll go if you go.”

“We’ll go together,” you suggested, smiling innocently.

Lloyd returned the smile, offering his arm. “Perhaps the rest of the ball won’t be so bad.”

“Perhaps,” you giggled, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow and venturing back into the crowd.

Thank you so much for participating in our event!! And thanks for reading, take care loves <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #ninjago x reader #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader #ninjago fanfiction

[mouschiwrites]

500 follower event!!

GUYS!!! We’ve reached FIVE HUNDRED followers!! What!!!

I literally can’t express how much I love you all, you’re all so kind to me and I seriously wouldn’t be doing what I do if I didn’t have such lovely supporters :) honestly when I get in a creative funk I just think of you all and my fingers start flying!!

Okay, I’ll cut the sappy stuff…… but I do love you my sweet duckies 🥹

Alright, now onto the event itself!!

Rules/How to request!

Check my pinned post for fandoms/other rules!

Send me the link to a Pinterest board! (can be yours or someone else’s)

Give me a fandom and a character (I’m trying to branch out more from Ninjago, but Ninjago requests will still be accepted!)

Give me any extra details you’d like if there are any!

I will write a oneshot (~1k words) based on the vibe of the board!

There will be 7 slots, and I’ll be sure to make an announcement when those are filled, so please keep an eye out for that! (And I’m so sorry if your request comes in after those slots are filled!! :( )

NOTE: I’m only opening requests for this event right now. Requests outside of this event are not currently being accepted!! Sorry!!

Alright, I think that’s it!! Happy 500 followers everybody!!!! <33

#writing event #luv y’all <33

[mouschiwrites]

A little short but you all deserve hugs x

Creepypasta/MH - How They Hug You

Characters: Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, “Ticci” Toby, Tim/Masky

Nina the Killer

She uses hugs mostly as a greeting

She'll run to you at full with arms wide open, a wild grin on her lips

She practically crashes into you, throwing her arms around you tightly

Depending on whether you opened your arms too as she was running to you, she's either got you in a python grip with your arms pinned to your side, or a bear hug that makes her giggle when you squeeze back

With her cheek pressed firmly against your shoulder, she rocks side to side a little while giving a muffled verbal greeting

She might purposefully stand on your feet if she's feeling mischievous (which she usually is)

And when you tell her to get off your toes she just goes "no 😌"

She holds you for a solid few seconds before pulling away with a grin

Her arms will still be around you, she just leans away a little so she can see your face

She'll stare at you with that lovesick grin for a second before actually stepping off your toes away

Then, knowing her, she'll probably take hold of your hand while you guys do whatever it is you met up to do, even if it was just to unwind at the end of a long day

Jane the Killer

Her hugs are a little more reserved

She doesn't give them out to. anyone really.

But you're an exception :)

She'll give one to you whenever you need it, or just whenever she feels like giving you one

Which is surprisingly often, considering the fact that she doesn't hug anyone else

While she does give the occasional quick side-hug, she prefers a soft and warm embrace with her chin on the top of your head

Even in public—if the girl wants a hug, she’s getting one, she doesn’t care who’s watching

She likes to feel your warmth against her, your heartbeat, your soft breathing...

And she'll tuck her nose close to your scalp, breathing in your scent

It's always a very tender moment when you guys hug

She'll plant a kiss atop your head as a signal that she's about to let go

But she won't let go if you don't ;)

“Ticci” Toby

His hugs are a little bit random when it comes to timing

Sometimes he does it on impulse, sometimes he’s just overwhelmed with affection for you…

No matter the case, his method is pretty consistent

He’ll throw one arm around you, pulling you in first before wrapping the other around your back

He buries his nose in your shoulder, holding your head to his shoulder as well

He’ll take in a deep breath, inhaling your scent

Then he’ll sigh, relaxing against you and loosening his muscles

He’ll stay like that for a moment, eyes closed, just totally relaxed

He might rub your back absentmindedly while he does it too :)

Then he’ll take another deep breath, pulling away as he sniffs

He won’t even acknowledge that the hug just happened, he’ll just proceed with whatever he was doing

Even if the thing he was doing was showing affection for you, he’ll just continue on as if the hug hadn’t even happened

He’s definitely tried to gaslight you about it before: “what? A hug?? I think I’d know if we hugged”

Tim/Masky

I feel like he’d only really hug you when he needed comfort

But he does give quick side-hugs more frequently

Like, you’ll be looking absolutely gorgeous (as usual) and he’ll just have to pull you in for a little side-squeeze and a kiss on the temple

And ofc he’ll tell you that you look nice while he’s at it 😌

But as for real hugs, they usually happen late at night when his thoughts are getting to him

He’ll seek you out, a deep frown on his face as he approaches you

He won’t open his arms to signal he’s going in for a hug, he’ll just get as close as possible and press his forehead against you

He’ll feebly bring his hands to hold your upper arms, and it’s only when you put your arms around his neck that he coils his grip under your arms

He doesn’t squeeze tight; he’s too emotionally tired for that :(

He’ll just hold you gently, trying to lose himself in your scent and the feeling of your heartbeat against him

He won’t pull away for a really long time

Honestly he’ll probably find a way to walk over to the sofa while still hugging

And then you guys fall asleep in each other’s arms :,)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care lovelies <33

(divider by saradika)

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #marble hornets x reader #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #jane the killer #jane the killer x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #tobias rogers x reader #tim wright #tim wright x reader #masky #masky x reader

[mouschiwrites]

yoyo!! not really a current request unless ur up for it but when your requests open again!! Wallace wells platonic comfort w a reader who is having a massive meltdown since that's been my life lately (help me lord) anyways ty pooks stay safe!! xx

YES MA'AM!! o7 Coming right up for a friend in need!! i hope you feel better sweets ♡(｡´• w •`｡)

Word count: 895

Scott Pilgrim - Some Comfort From Wallace Wells

Heart racing. Hands shaking. Tears blurring your vision. You weren’t even sure what you were doing—your every action was driven by sheer panic and stress. The sound of your own cries was the only thing in your ears.

That was, until you heard something else:

“Y/n?”

And suddenly there was something on your arm, the pressure of it increasing until you were being forced to turn around. 

“Wallace? What are you—” you shook your head, still not quite thinking clearly. You let out a sob, wiping frustratedly at your tears.

“It’s all just—!” You weren’t quite sure what you had intended to say; you were really just using shouting as an outlet for some of your overwhelming emotions right now. “Gah!”

“Y/n,” the sound came again, still not really registering in your mind. The pressure on your arm had moved to your forearm, and there was an identical feeling on your other forearm. Your hands were pulled away from your face, and you were forced to look at the man in front of you.

“Slow down,” he said, and for the first time your mind understood that those were Wallace’s words, and that noise was coming from him. 

You sniffled sharply, clenching your eyelids shut to squeeze out a few more teardrops. 

As much as you wanted to rampage, to flail your limbs and destroy something, it felt strangely good to stand still for a moment. But the moment passed quickly, and soon you were faced with the strong urge to crumple to the ground and start wailing again.

But your friend seemed to pick up on the urge as soon as it came, and in a moment his arms were around you, pulling your weight against him. Your head rested heavily on his shoulder as you brought heavy arms around his neck, sniffling and weeping all the while.

Still embracing, you waddled somewhat awkwardly as one to the couch. You sank down on the cushions with an audible whump. A shaky sigh escaped your lips at the lethargic feeling of sitting; all the remaining tension in you was gone, replaced with an even more burdensome weight. It was as if your limbs had gone from being made of wood to being made of sandbags.

Your shoulders still shook while you cried. Wallace’s tight supportive grip loosened into a more comforting one, his hands rubbing your back slowly.

He waited for you to stop convulsing with sobs to pull away. You couldn’t meet his gaze, but you knew he was looking at you.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

A deep frown contorted your face. You opened your mouth, but a sudden tightening in your throat made you question whether you really did want to tell him. Your mouth almost closed, but your lips remained parted, as if you couldn’t decide whether to speak or be silent. 

After a few moments, Wallace shrugged. “You don’t have to. I just thought you might like to.”

“I do,” you said suddenly, surprising him and yourself. Your frown twitched at your own rasping voice. “I just… It’s so much..!”

“Hey, hey,” Wallace put his hand on your arm, stroking it. “Don’t get yourself all worked up again.”

You nodded, biting your lip and forcing yourself to take a deep breath.

“Not a bad idea. You know, I once heard that deep breathing actually makes you hotter.”

You couldn’t help snorting at that. For all your misery, for all your overwhelming stress, Wallace could still get at least a giggle out of you. And giggle you did, much to his relief.

“It’s working already!”

“Shut up,” you managed between giggles, your voice still strained from crying. But now there was a smile on your face, and you lifted your head to actually look at your friend.

Your smile faded, and your eyes flicked away for a second before you spoke again. “Okay, I think I’m ready to talk about it.”

“Then I’m ready to listen.” Wallace reclined a little on the couch—his signal that he was ready for a long story, should this prove to be one. A long story, or a long vent. 

You finished speaking several seconds ago, and now silence filled the room. Wallace sat up to put his arm around you.

“Thanks for telling me. If I can ever help, please don’t be afraid to let me know.”

“...yeah, okay,” you murmured, feeling glum after recounting everything. Wallace took the balled-up tissue from your hand and replaced it with a dry one.

“I just hate seeing you like that.”

“I hate feeling like that.”

“I hate seeing you like this, too,” you could hear the sardonic smile on his lips, and you let out a sharp exhale in a halfhearted laugh.

“That bad?” You sighed, cringing as you imagined your own puffy eyes and red nose.

“Come on,” he said, his voice straining as he stood up. “To the bathroom!”

“The bathroom?”

“We need to fix… this.”

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna take a while, but…” he let out a sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head, “I’ll do it. I know, I know, I’m so kind and awesome and selfless and—”

“Pfff—shut up!”

You both burst into laughter, and you made sure to step on Wallace’s toe when you stood up to follow him to the bathroom.

Thank you for requesting, love!! I really hope you do feel better,, hugs and kisses <33

#scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim x reader #wallace wells #wallace wells x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader

[mouschiwrites]

POOKIEE HOW HAVE YOU BEEN LATELY???🫶🫶

OMG ITS YOUUU!!! HI HI!!! Good to hear from you again :3

I’ve been good my friend! I hope you are even better though!! 😼💕💕

#lovely anons <33

[mouschiwrites]

I don't do this often but I wanna express how much I appreciate how kindly you treat all your requests and how hard you try on all of them. I've made a few myself: specifically the

Two Morro oneshots

Creepypasta PTSD headcanons

and I'm sure a few others I just don't remember off the top of my head

But hi hello!! I'm sure in less parasocial-esque situations I'd love to call you a genuine online friend

- Shatter

This is a name I use across multiple platforms so maybe we can inadvertently meet again sometime soon, haha! I hope that doesn't sound creepy though. Have some cake

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Omg…. Hi there!!! I always love to hear from people who follow my works!! Literally always makes my day <33

I’m so glad you like my stuff, and I’m even more happy to hear you liked the requests you sent!!

I would actually love to be your friend honestly, you have a beautiful mind with beautiful ideas,,, 🥺 plus it seems we’re interested in similar things!!

But regardless TYSM <333 have some ice cream in return :]🍦

Fr though, hmu if you ever wanna actually be friends,, I would love that :)

#lovely anons <33

[mouschiwrites]

i'm curious if there's CHARACTERS you specifically wont write for? asking so i know before i request anyone you might have an ick with! 🙏🏻 after all my favorites might be your least favorites and that's okay because you're doing this for free and your writing is amazing and i appreciate you

The primary characters I'm comfortable writing for are the ones already featured in the works I have :) mainly because I feel like I have a good grip of what they're like and how to portray them-

But if you're thinking about asking for a character that I haven't written for yet, go ahead! I don't really have any characters that make me uncomfortable, and even if I did I like to step out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing.

If I ever get a request for a character that I find myself uncomfortable to write, I'll be sure to make a post about it! I doubt that will happen though ^^

Thank you for this question!! (but just a reminder that requests are not open as of the time I'm making this post ^^" sorry!!)

#asks

[mouschiwrites]

I wish I could go on a date with Nina :( but I might make a part 2 of this if you guys want :3

Creepypasta/MH - Dates With Them

Characters: Nina the Killer, Jeff the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Nina the Killer

I feel like you have a good mix of types of dates with Nina

Some of them are super impromptu; like she'll pop her head in your room and tell you to be ready to leave soon

And then you'll head out for ice cream or to the mall or smth :)

But she also likes to plan things sometimes, particularly romantic things

Like picnics or romantic walks at night

Or, if you're also crazy, midnight murder sprees <3

She always seems to have the perfect outfit for whatever occasion though

And, if you're dating her, so will you

She would have showered you with enough gifts (and taken you to the mall enough times) that you also have like. the PERFECT outfit for a specific occasion

So neither of you really have to worry about what to wear

But Nina still does; specifically when it comes to planned dates

She'll fret over what to wear for at least a day, having long private fashion shows in her room until she finds the perfect one

She's always super confident in whatever she wears, practically beaming when you meet up to get going :)

And she will combust if you mention her outfit; she knows she looks great, but to hear it from you is just <33

Ofc she always compliments you too!!

But for more casual dates sometimes she will stop you like "ok you are NOT leaving the house like that. come on, I'll help you pick something that actually suits your stunning beauty."

No you don't have a choice when that happens ^

Dw though, she'll pick something nice that you both like and that fits your aesthetic :3

Jeff the Killer

Dates with him are always a surprise

In many ways...

There's no way to know what he's planning or when he's planning it or if it's even planned at all

Like, sometimes you'll just be out for a walk and he'll say:

"This is a date btw."

"What?! You could've told me beforehand, I would've worn something nice..." >:/

And he just laughs, because he thinks you're still gorgeous in your hoodie and jeans :)

But another way that his dates are a surprise is because his concept of a "date" is so broad and obscure

One time he literally just took you to look at this old truck that crashed in a creek

That was it. That was the date. You walked a short distance and just looked at the truck for like 45 minutes

Jeff rarely plans his dates ahead of time

The most of a head's up you're going to get is a text saying "dinner at 8"

(you got the text at 6)

("dinner" is most definitely either McDonald's or some trashy two-star hole-in-the-wall buffet)

Needless to say, Jeff isn't very romantic in the traditional sense

But for all his weirdness and un-romantic date planning, he still loves every second he gets to spend with you

He loves that you're beautiful in whatever you're wearing, he loves that you laugh at whatever lame joke he makes...

Maybe that's why he doesn't feel the need to do something showy... you're already perfect when you're casual :)

But he's also just lazy and kind of a dirtbag

Tim/Masky

Dates with him are rare

Unless you're the one planning them; he's not going to be the one initiating them in most cases

He just doesn't know how to plan a date

And he's nervous he'll get it wrong :(

But at the same time, sometimes he just really wants to go out and do something with you

So sometimes he'll ask you out for a meal, or for a drive

Something pretty quick and casual; something easy that's hard to screw up

It'll seem impromptu, but in reality he would've been planning to ask you for days at least

You guys definitely have a few favorite diners, or some scenic routes to drive

Honestly that just makes it even easier for him; he'll just shoot you a text:

"Dino’s tonight?"

And ofc you'll say yes; you both love Dino's :) (or whatever little diner)

If and when he does do something romantic, it’s rarely as big as a whole date

Like he’ll get you flowers or smth, but it’s super rare that he’ll take you on a really romantic date

But sometimes he will :o

And he’ll dress up and act a perfect gentleman, complimenting you, getting you little gifts, holding your hand…

It’s like he’s trying to make up for all his un-romanticness in one night

And maybe he is tbh :(

“Ticci” Toby

Toby just likes spending time with you; it doesn’t really matter what you’re doing :)

As long as it’s at least vaguely interesting to him, he’s cool doing whatever

So oftentimes he’ll be the one asking you what you want to do for dates

He doesn’t really have a set “date night” for you two, but he tries to have one every now and again

It’s usually when he has an idea that he decides it’s time for a date night

(Or just when he feels like going on a date with you)

Sometimes he’ll see a cute date in a movie (or when stalking “people watching”) and decide he wants to try it with you

Especially if it looks like fun, like a paintball game or trying a crazy new restaurant

But he also likes the sappy stuff, like a home movie night or stargazing

It ends up being pretty boring for him, but the way his heart races when you hold his hand is more than enough to keep him on board :)

Toby likes to do romantic gestures, no matter what kind of date you’re on

At first it was only because “it’s what people who date do” (stuff he saw in movies)

But he found himself actually enjoying your reactions, so he made a habit of doing those kinds of things

Getting you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, kissing your hand, pulling out your chair for you…

(grinning wildly at your subtle reactions all the while)

It almost makes him seem like a gentleman

But then he’ll spend the date yapping about the most unhinged shit and you’ll be reminded that he’s. Like that

But hopefully that’s what you’re really into if you’re dating him :)

Thank you so much for reading! Take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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[mouschiwrites]

Would you guys be interested if I started writing for Danganronpa?

I’ve fallen back into the fandom and I might want to try writing for it! :3 (just the first three games though ^^”)

Let me know what you guys think/if you have ideas!! Might not open requests just yet but just lmk if you do have smth you might wanna request if I do open them😼

#danganronpa #danganronpa fanfiction

[mouschiwrites]

I have never in my life done any kind of suggestion thingy like this so uh, yea

Lloyd x Trans male reader headcanons? bonus points if the reader is also a ninja

I am not a trans male so I'm super sorry if this is inaccurate!! This is just based on what I know from others' experiences ^^" but as always please correct me if I've gotten anything wrong!

Ninjago - Lloyd With a Transmasc s/o

He instantly becomes your #1 supporter when you come out to him

Probably buys like. at least 10 trans flag pins to put on various items he owns

(he asks you if it's okay first ofc, and he never tells anyone that you're trans unless you've given him permission)

When people ask if he's trans, he's just like "no :3" *doesn't elaborate*

Because he doesn't go spilling your business to strangers 😤 (unless you're cool with it)

When you're struggling with feeling masculine, he comes up with little plans of "guy-ish" stuff to do

Unfortunately he's not the manliest man himself, so sometimes these activities are kind of weird

One time he literally just took you to chop wood with a huge ax 💀

And ofc he asks about your boundaries regarding your gender

Like how comfortable you are with femininity, if at all

I suppose what I mean here is that he's going to communicate with you so that he doesn't say anything that might trigger some gender dysphoria

Because he doesn't want that :(

But when you are feeling dysphoric, he busts out the MAN HANGOUTS (see above)

Or cuddles if you prefer :)

If you wear a binder, he always asks at the end of the day if you've taken it off yet

He doesn't want you hurting yourself (make sure to bind safely guys <3)

And if you take HRT, he'll help you remember to take that too

He'll even bring it to you and help you take it if you want!

Unless you use needles, then he's just going to squeeze your hand and look away while you do it... he is afraid of needles :(

But ofc he totally accepts you if you can't/don't use any of those things!!

To him, you're a guy. Period. No matter what you look or sound or act like, you are a dude.

And he gets so irked when anyone says otherwise

He's just like: dude. that's my boyfriend. wtf are you on about. you're just so wrong. you don't even know how wrong you are.

(^ same attitude he gets when he meets a transphobe in general tbh)

But, as much as he'd like to get all protective and educate this fool, he won't if you tell him to stop

But he will send them a snarky look and, while walking away with you hand-in-hand, say:

"Come on, Y/n. Let's get out of here."

Extra emphasis on the "Y/n" if someone dared to deadname you

OH and if you're a ninja, if any enemy tries to get transphobic with you, he totally abandons his restrained "peacekeeper" fighting style

He DESTROYS them

And when he's done he's just like "that's for being transphobic, loser >:("

Not like they can hear him... they are unconscious

Aaah I hope this was okay!! ^^" Thank you for this request, and thanks so much for reading!! Take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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[mouschiwrites]

hello!

hopefully requests are open rn, but just in case...

Can I request the Ninjas with a shy reader? Like someone who gets flustered really easily, doesn't know how to properly ask for affection, can't order for themselves at a restaurant, ect.

I think this is a really cute trope and I love seeing it in writing!

Oh I totally agree!! As a shy person myself I never get tired of seeing this trope hehe <3

Ninjago - Ninjas With a Shy s/o

Jay

I don't think you'll have to worry about asking for affection with him

If anything, you'll have to worry about asking for some space

Jay's super affectionate when it comes to romance, and he gets so lost in his loverboy haze that he won't see your "stop" signs unless you express them explicitly

But he does love seeing you all flustered

For him it's a sign that his love is getting to you (in a good way!)

He gets the biggest grin when he can make you blush, and he practically melts when you avert your gaze bashfully

"Aww, look at you being all shy. You're adorable."

Probably pinches your cheek too, that corny dude (we still love him though <3)

Jay can also be pretty anxious when it comes to social situations, but that goes out the window when it comes to you

Definitely will do the "excuse me they asked for no pickles!! >:(" thing, just for you <33

And he does NOT tolerate other people making you shy

As soon as he notices you're blushing or looking away because of someone else, he's at your side in an instant helping you escape the situation

totally not because he's jealous

Zane

He thinks it's cute that you're shy :)

He loves the way your cheeks turn pink when he complements you, or the way you fiddle nervously when you don't know what to say

You're so adorable to him

Whenever he manages to fluster you a bit, he gets a little grin and does an internal happy dance

But if he flusters you too much he feels bad

He doesn't want to actually breach any boundaries with you

But he's usually careful about that, keeping the affection pretty light so you don't get embarrassed (but he still gives you enough that you know he loves you <3)

Unfortunately that means that you're going to have to work up some real courage if you want something more

I feel like he's got this duality when it comes to social situations...

On the one hand, he has no trouble standing up for the ones he loves (you) when they need it

He'll totally step up for you when the time comes

But at the same time he's a little shy himself, and he's not going to do anything too drastic

Like if someone is making you uncomfortable, he'll just tug your sleeve and give you the "let's get out of here" look

Kai

He also thinks it's super cute that you're shy

But I feel like he'd also encourage you to stand up for yourself more often

He LOVES making you flustered though

It's just so easy

One wink and you're red as a firetruck... but he likes to get more creative than that

Compliments and pda galore man,,, someone stop this fiend

He does it because yes, it does make you all shy and that's adorable, but also because he wants you to build a tolerance to it (if that makes sense)

He wants you to become at least a little less shy, only for your own benefit

He's happy to stand up for you, or ask you what you need instead of you having to bring it up yourself, but what he'd really love is for you to have some initiative

The first time you compliment him back, or order your own food, he is OVER THE MOON

You thought he was affectionate before? Be prepared for a whole new level of love when he gets all proud like that

He still thinks it's cute when you get shy though, so he's not going to change you completely

Mans just wants you to have a bit more confidence!

Because you're amazing and you deserve that much at least 😤

Cole

He's chill with you being shy

Yes, he thinks it's cute, but he also recognizes it as a potential problem in your relationship

Not in a "something we might break up over" way though!! I must emphasize this!!

More in a "something I need to be conscious about" way

Like, he knows that you struggle sometimes, so he'll try to compensate :)

He'll ask you if you want affection, or just give it to you when he thinks you need it

He's already walking in front of you when you approach the fast food counter, ready to order for you

And in social situations he offers his hand for you to hold, not only for anxiety but so that you don't get separated

He doesn't mind doing any of this one bit btw :)

If anything, he sees it as a way to prove his love for you

But he's also not going to make a big deal about it or hold it over your head or anything

He does all of it as if it's the most casual thing in the world, and the longer you're together, that only becomes more true

Ofc he'd love to see you gain some confidence, but he's also totally fine being your social shield and advocate :)

Lloyd

Definitely teases you about how shy you are (specifically about how you get so cute when you're shy)

Never mind that he is also pretty shy

Literally all you have to do when he's teasing you is say "you're one to talk" and he's just like:

But on a different note, he does like making you blush :)

He thinks it's cute when you get a little shy, but like Kai he also wants to see you gain a little confidence

His method is different though... prepare for a shower of affection and hype work

Always spends at least two minutes gushing about how gorgeous you are before going out

Dw, he waits for you to stop blushing before you actually go in public

But he makes you agree with him

"You're gorgeous!! Look in the mirror! No, seriously, look. Look how stunning you are!"

And you'll just get a shy grin, giving a little nod

Insecurity? not on his watch

And when you need to confront someone he'll do it, but he makes you come along

He'll hold your hand if you like though :)

Nya

NYA LOVES HER SHY S/O!!!

no im not just saying this because im shy and i want her to love me

She loves being able to stand up for you, being your big strong gf <3

She practically jumps at the opportunity to protect you in social situations

Not to the point that she's overprotective, but you'll definitely feel her eyes on you when you get separated

And she also tries to stay in tune with your implied feelings, since you struggle to express them explicitly

She'll test the waters with remarks like "anything... frustrating happen today?" when she thinks you're mad, or "man, I don't know about you, but I could really use some cuddles..." when she thinks you need affection

She tries to open up opportunities like that for you; whether you take them or not is up to you

But she might get pushy if she's convinced about something, asking more direct questions like "okay, be serious with me: what's wrong?"

She'll make you look at her when you reply

She'll always understand your feelings, but what she doesn't understand is you hiding them from her

You'll have to learn to be a lot more candid and upfront (at least with her) when you date her

She's fine when you're shy in public, and even when you're shy in private to an extent, but what she won't tolerate is you closing yourself off from her

She just wants to know how you're feeling so she knows how to help :(

Thank you so much for this request, I had a lot of fun with this one hehe! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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[mouschiwrites]

Thinking thoughts about these guys again

Creepypasta/MH - Things That Make Them Think of You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Jeff the Killer

Violence. Specifically, committing it

I know that sounds bad, but he gets so high off of that stuff

The adrenaline rushing through his veins, the wild smile that comes to his face, the noise, the sights... it's euphoria for him

And when he reaches his peak, endorphins at maximum saturation, that's when he thinks of you

It's almost like he subconsciously asks himself if there's anything in the world that could make him happy like this, and his subconscious responds by conjuring an image of you

As if he couldn't get any happier, thinking of you just pushes him higher

This happens a lot...

He'll be killing someone, already over the moon, then he'll blast to Mars when he thinks of you

And he starts associating you with violence; even if you're the gentlest person in the world

It's the happiness it brings him that links it to you

Though if you're a psycho (affectionate) like him, there might be another reason he associates it with you lol

It just gets worse over time; eventually he can't even see other people committing violent acts without thinking of you

He'll be watching a horror movie, and blood will splatter the screen and he'll be like: Nice. Y/n's nice too. Y/n... <3

Jane the Killer

Quite the opposite of Jeff; it's the quiet moments that get her thinking of you

(my reasoning is confusing but I'll try my best to explain T-T)

And there are two reasons for this

One, because whenever she gets a moment to think to herself, her brain always wants to think of you first

Maybe it's just hunting that hit of dopamine it gets when she imagines your smile, or the way your hands feel in hers...

Or maybe it's just that it's become a habit for her to think of you so often, so it's second-nature that she does so when she gets the chance

But the second reason is that she loves peace, and you are her peace :)

She's a vengeful person with a lot of turmoil inside, so when her environment is peaceful, she tries to follow suit

She's just taking what she can get before she has to go back to hate and obsession

So she imagines the peaceful things in her life

Namely, you

Even if you're not a very peaceful person, she feels at ease when she's with you

So, when it's quiet, she thinks of you to quiet herself

Memories of forehead touches and holding hands are more than enough to fill the silence :)

Clockwork

Literally everything.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but Clockwork will find the most random things that remind her of you

She’s got a very creative mind; she can find the subtlest of things that make her think of you

Oftentimes they’ll be disturbing things…. Like a dead animal or smth

But she gets a little smile when she thinks of you anyway :)

She’ll probably send you a picture of whatever it was that reminded her of you

So you’ll just get a text out of nowhere like:

[picture of a dead wasp] “thought of you <3”

After a while you’ll learn to just not ask

Because you’ll definitely get one of these texts AT LEAST every other day, if not every day

Sometimes they’re actually nice things though! Like a song or a pretty sunset :)

Or something she saw while shopping that made her think of you; she always makes sure to steal …obtain those things

And ofc she gifts them to you 😌

Nina the Killer

I think it depends on your aesthetic

To me, Nina is someone who’s very in tune with aesthetics

Even if yours is super niche, or it doesn’t fit under a specific category like “emo” or “butch” or even “clowncore,” she’s got it DOWN

And so it’s always things that fit your aesthetic that make her think of you

Maybe it’s a view: a dark forest, a bright sunset in your favorite color, a sunny park, an eerily empty sidewalk…

Maybe it’s clothing: pants, shirts, dresses, jackets… always the exact kind of thing you’d wear :)

Maybe it’s music: she listens to music like. All the time. So she’s definitely at least dipped her toes into a genre that’s so totally you

Or maybe it’s something miscellaneous: a pop tart flavor, a blanket, a picture, the color on a soda dispenser…

No matter what it is, you’re guaranteed to love it

She always manages to surprise you with yet another random thing perfectly suited to your aesthetic

And she’s always on the hunt for more >;)

If it’s something she can physically bring to you, you best believe she will though

And if you decide you hate it (you won’t, but maybe later when your aesthetic changes), you guys light a bonfire and burn it together :)

Tim/Masky

It’s a Polaroid picture of you

He’s not in the picture; it’s just you

The flash is on, illuminating you and leaving the background in dark obscurity

He took it himself one night when he was just enamored with the way you looked

He did it casually, just telling you to look at the camera

The rest was all you; maybe you smiled, maybe you threw up a peace sign…

Whatever you did, he felt it captured your essence perfectly

He stared at the photo for a long time after it came out, and he still stares at it frequently

He carries it deep in his wallet where no one can find it

He’ll pull it out when he needs to think of you, usually when he’s especially down

Which is pretty often, my boy is troubled :(

He’ll trace his fingers around the edges, remembering that night

Your voice fills his ears, your scent fills his nose, and suddenly he’s aching to see you in person again

And he will; he’ll probably call or text you soon :)

“Ticci” Toby

Honestly? Probably something super obscure related to some kind of inside joke between you two

I’ll paint an example

Maybe you two were in the kitchen together, and you wanted him to get out the milk for you

But you ended up calling it a “mug of jilk” instead of a “jug of milk”

Toby, of course, bursts into laughter

He teases you for ages afterwards, calling milk “jilk” and always pointing out jugs of milk with a knowing grin

You’re in on it too though

You always snicker whenever he does those things

Maybe that’s why it becomes so special to him; it amuses the both of you

He gets to laugh and hear you laugh :D

So (in this case) he’ll think of you whenever he sees a mug of j (oh gosh oh no you guys got me too) jug of milk

And he probably takes pictures to send you too

You’ll just get a text that says “jilk mugs spotted ‼️” and a picture of the milk aisle at the grocery store

He likes to imagine your laugh when he sends texts like those :)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my lovey doves <33

(divider by saradika)

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[mouschiwrites]

Ninjas x reader with a pixiecut?

I went threw a bad slump and didn't brush my hair for months and now it's so matted I have to cut it all off if I can't get it done by Monday 😭 I just really love your writing and i wanna see how the ninjas would react to a reader with long hair chopping it all off into a pixiecut ♡♡♡

I'm so sorry friend; but I know you'll look gorgeous no matter what you do with your hair! And the ninjas think so too ;)

Ninjago - Ninjas' Reaction to You Cutting Your Hair

Kai

I am a "Kai the hair expert" truther

So of course he's always concerned about your hair and its health

When you had long hair, he was always reminding you to take good care of it, but he never really enforced his reminders

So when you turn up one day with cropped hair, he's just like :O

"What happened?? Did you not take good care of it? Was it matted?"

He runs over to you and starts feeling your hair for himself, probably deducing exactly what went wrong in his little head

He just runs his hands through your hair for a while, and he finds himself already getting used to the new cut

He tells you that it doesn't look bad; no, it looks pretty great actually!

But if he suspects that you cut it for hair health reasons, he's going to start cracking down on you taking care of your hair

Don't worry, he has an arsenal of tips and product recommendations

And styling tips, now that it's shorter like his :D

Hair care night becomes a weekly ritual for you guys, and Kai always looks forward to it

Even if/when your hair grows out again, you keep this tradition going because you both love it so much

If not for the fabulous hair that results from these nights, then for the intimate feeling of applying products to each other's hair and brushing it out and stuff :)

Jay

I feel like Jay's the type of guy to be enchanted by big changes

He was absolutely enamored by you when you had long hair, but when you turn up with short hair...

It's the night he first saw you all over again: love at first sight

That's not to say that he loves you any more now, he just falls in love with another side of you (if that makes sense)

He asks why you cut it, more excited than condescending or anything

Whatever you say he just nods (was he even listening??), telling you how amazing you look

Get ready for him to be staring at you nonstop for the next..... forever probably

And he loves each new style you try as it grows out again (if you let it grow out)

He just adores seeing you in different styles; it's like having a whole array of Y/ns to love

He definitely surprises you with new accessories and clothes that he thinks will look nice with your current style

And he's always on the hunt for more.....

He can't pass by one clothing store without looking at the mannequins like "hmmm, Y/n would look good in that!" or "that would really complement Y/n's eyes when they do [x hairstyle]"

Even if he doesn't buy it, he'll take a picture so he can send it to you imagine you in it

Cole

Okay this is going to sound bad but. I don't think Cole would notice right away

He's not so much a "looks" guy

Don't get me wrong, he thinks you're gorgeous, but he's more holistic in his love for you

He loves your personality, your voice, the way you carry yourself... your appearance is just another item on a very long list of reasons he loves you

So when you turn up with short hair one day, he just smiles at you and asks if you did anything interesting today

"Pfff—Cole. Look at me and ask that question again."

"Oh.. OH!! Your hair!!"

He tells you it looks great :)

I don't think he'll say much beyond that; like I said, your appearance is just one reason he loves you

And he always thinks you look fantastic anyway

He always tells you you're beautiful, and he's not going to stop just because you got a haircut

He'll be pretty oblivious if you grow it out again, too, though

One day he'll just be like "hmm hang on... Oh! You've grown out your hair again!! Looks great babe :) <3"

Zane

He'd notice right away

And in the most non-judgemental, completely unbiased, solely curious voice, he'd ask:

"Why did you cut your hair?"

He's not disappointed or excited or anything, just genuinely curious

And he listens quite intently while you explain, nodding along agreeably

He liked it when it was long; he loved to play with it and try intricate styles

Just to keep his hands busy, y'know?

But that doesn't mean he was sad to see it short

If anything he just sees it as a challenge to try new hairstyles!

He LOVES playing with your hair, long or short

Be prepared to try out like 50 different styles within the first month

It's usually late at night when he tries them out, so you don't have to wear them in public if you don't want to

But he thinks you're beautiful in every style, and he will be very proud if you actually sport one of his styles out in the world

Though he likes the way you style it better; he thinks that it's just so... you

And it doesn't need saying that he can't get enough of you <3

Lloyd

It takes him about two seconds to notice, then he just freezes like a deer in headlights

And he's not subtle about it either, if you don't see him staring, you can definitely feel it

He won't say anything—you'll have to break the silence

"So, uh... what do you think?"

He blubbers for a moment, words failing him

He was just so surprised, and he didn't know what to make of it

He doesn't actually even have an opinion at first, he's too shocked

But he comes around to the new look pretty quickly

He decides that you're so gorgeous that you can rock any hairstyle

So he'll just look back on your long-haired days like "huh. they killed it back then, too. dang."

If anything the change has made him more conscious about the fact that you literally always look beautiful, and he starts reminding you more often

Especially when you try out a new way of styling it

Get ready to be called beautiful 100x more often, even as your hair grows out again

Nya

She is ECSTATIC when she sees your hair

Literally squeals:

"Oh my—! YOUR HAIR!!"

She runs over to you and immediately starts messing with it

She loves it!!

She loved you with long hair, too, she's just so surprised that you'd do something so radical and have it look THAT GOOD

She was, like... smacked in the face with beauty

She jokingly asks why you don't do such drastic changes more often

But then when the excitement wears off a bit, she'll ask if there was a reason you cut it

She'll be understanding no matter what you say, but if there was a problem she's going to help you fix it 😤

She's a do-er like that

I also think that she, like Kai, knows a thing or two about hair

Maybe not to the same extent, but she'll know how to help you if you need it :)

And she knows all the little tips and tricks for dealing with short hair, which she's more than glad to share with you

I also think that she'd be able to give you a little trim every now and again if you want to keep it short :)

Thank you for this request! And thanks for reading, take care doves <33

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[mouschiwrites]

HIIII!!!

I recently found your page and I must say, I freaking LOVE your writing!!! :D Can I request Cole x f!reader who's a musician? I am a proud cello player and I thought this would be TOO CUTE!!

Thanks <3

You're so right, this is adorable!!

Ninjago - Cole with a Musician s/o

A dancer and a musician? DELECTABLE

You're both definitely music nerds to some extent

Cole's into a broader spectrum of music (rock mainly, but he likes jazz and classical and R&B and.... okay he just loves all music)

But if anything that means he just helps you explore more genres!

For him he likes different kinds of music because they give him unique feelings, which makes him dance differently

And he assumes it's the same for you when you play :)

So he'll suggest new songs or genres to you

He won't directly request you to try and play them, he just shares music that inspires him and lets you do what you will with it, even if you just listen to it

But when you do try to play a new song, he is ALL OVER IT

Like, a song that inspires him played by the person he loves? A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF INSPIRATION

You really do inspire him a lot :)

Not just because you're beautiful and amazing and talented and so so special and *gets pulled off the stage with a shepherd's crook*

But because you make music that is all of those things too!!

And we all know how much Cole loves music

When he's feeling uninspired, sometimes he'll ask you to play something

Always gets him out of whatever creative rut he's in :]

Or it just calms him after a tiring day; he'll also ask you to play then

If you do live performances, you can BET he's first in line for tickets

Always gazes at you from the audience, love practically seeping from his eyes (along with tears)

He literally jumps up for a standing ovation when you're finished

And he always showers you with gifts after; a huge bouquet, chocolates, a sweet card, plushies...

And of course he takes you out for a treat after, too; whether that be a full fancy dinner or just some ice cream

He's your biggest fan, and you're his beloved muse <3

Thank you for this request! And thanks for reading, take care doves <33

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[mouschiwrites]

I think you might enjoy Stay by The People's Thieves for whoever you think best fits

Oof, this one came out pretty angsty.... be warned my loves </3

Word count: 1.1k

South Park - Stay (Stan) (400 follower event)

He was in a haze, a blurry state of confusion and nauseating images surging around him like a stormy sea. And like a sailor he was sick, gripping something he couldn’t quite register but feeling no more stabilized.

Then he was on the ground, and he stared up at the black sky with half-lidded eyes. Not even the stars seemed to stay still, and they crawled around like insects on the black fabric of space. 

Stan took a deep breath, vague memories coming to him at last. The feeling of a bottle against his lips, one after the other, and the gradual loss of all sense. The taste of alcohol—the taste he hated but craved constantly. He could taste it on his own breath when he exhaled, sending a cloud of breath into the chilly air.

He closed his eyes, tired of the swaying images. Tired in general, really. Sleepy. The cold definitely wasn’t helping; the lethargy one feels in freezing weather was only exacerbating his helpless state on the ground.

There was a frown on his lips as he drifted away, and the last thing he was aware of was the deep regret in his gut that always managed to find him when he did this exact thing, time and time again:

Well, you’ve done it again, Stan. You useless animal.

When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that his head was angled as if something were under it. He reached a hand up to pull it out, but he found the thing to be a warm mass too large to budge. Not that he could’ve, anyway; there was little feeling in his limbs, let alone energy.

He opened his eyes expecting to see the black sky, but instead it was a blurry face that he struggled to focus on in the darkness. His vision was no longer swaying, but he was still quite confused and slow-witted.

“Stan!”

He furrowed his brow, staring at the face. “Wh…”

“Stan,” the voice said, wavering and anguished. “I thought you were..!” A sob cut the sentence short.

Stan squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his eyes with numb fingers. “Don’t cry,” he murmured, “Y/n.” The name seemed to come to him on its own.

“You…” The voice wavered as it continued, clearly suppressing more sobs. “Can you stand?”

“Don’t want to.”

“Please, Stan. You’re freezing.”

“Okay,” he said at last, heaving himself into a sitting position. 

An arm hooked in his armpit helped him to his feet, and it shifted across his back to support him while he walked. He leaned heavily on his supporter, slowly coming to the realization of who this was.

“Y/n,” he said with sudden urgency. “Y/n, it’s you!”

“Yes, Stan, it’s me.”

“Oh. Guh… good…”

“Up the steps now. One, two, three. Just like that.”

The warmth of the indoors assaulted Stan like lava, burning his nose and fingers. He dropped down onto a couch heavily, draping his arm across his eyes to shield himself when a lamp turned on.

“Ow… the light,” he groaned.

“I’ll get you some water.”

Good, he thought to himself. I’m so thirsty. He hadn’t noticed before. He was overwhelmed with gratitude for this angel, though he didn’t think to voice these feelings. He just clenched his jaw while his fingers burned and his head throbbed and his tongue stuck to his icy teeth dryly.

He felt a warm hand on the back of his neck prompting him to sit up, and a cup of water was placed in his hands. Its coolness eased the assault of heat on his fingers, and he relished the feeling.

“Drink it, my love.”

He obeyed, quenching his thirst by downing the whole thing. He dropped the cup lazily into his lap, bringing his hands to his face and pressing hard as if he could squeeze the headache away.

“I feel like shit.”

“I would expect so. There was a twelve-pack of beer in the garage a few hours ago, and now it’s gone.”

“It’s not just the alcohol. I feel guilty.”

A gentle hand met his shoulder, and he could feel a sympathetic gaze on him. He didn’t dare meet those soft eyes, though. He couldn’t bring himself to face you, not as he was.

“I’m such a scumbag. Drinking all the time, wasting away in the cold. I don’t even know where I went. I don’t remember walking there, and I hardly remember walking back.”

“You were just on the front lawn,” you said helpfully, hoping to calm him a little.

“It doesn’t matter where I was,” Stan lamented bitterly. “I was drunk. Absolutely gone. Damn it, I’m just like my father, aren’t I?” He shook his head. “Don’t answer that.”

“But you’re not like your father, Stan. You’re just not.”

“Then why do I do this? Why do I hurt myself and… and you?”

You didn’t have an answer to that. Instead you offered what you could in a meek voice: “You don’t hurt me. Not physically… you’re not violent.”

Stan finally looked at you, tears in his dry eyes. You were kneeling on the ground beside the couch, one hand resting reassuringly on his shoulder. You wrapped him in a hug, squeezing tight and pressing his head into your shoulder. You felt his chest start to heave as he cried.

“I love you,” he repeated between sobs. “I love you so, so much.”

“I know. I love you too.”

“No, you don’t—you don’t know. You can’t ever know how much I love you.” Stan took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I love you because… I know that you’ll always save me. When I’m gone like that, I always find my way back to your arms. And you… you pull me up. You save me. Every time.”

You listened to him speak, grateful that you were hugging so he couldn’t see the tears brimming your own eyes. “I’ll always be here for you, Stan.”

Stan finally wrapped his arms around you, too, returning the hug. He squeezed tight, as he always did when he was overwhelmed with love for you. “Thank you, Y/n. Thank you.”

You just nodded, rubbing his back and watching the ragged breathing smooth out. 

His head was growing heavier on your shoulders. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” You asked, voice scarcely above a whisper.

“I want to stay with you.”

“You can do both, silly.”

Stan let out a sharp exhale in a half-hearted laugh. “You’re right.”

He tightened his grip on you and pulled you on top of him, burying his face in the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” he said one last time, almost drifting off while he said it.

You were quite sure he was asleep when you said: “I love you, too.”

Last request for our 400 follower event!! Thank you for taking part!! And thanks for reading, love you all <33

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