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Song Lyric Prompts

Some prompts may be altered slightly to sound better/fit the request (e.g. prompt may be turned into several different phrases, changed wording, etc.) Ye have been warned.

1. “If your gonna be the death of me that’s how I wanna go.” –Collar Full, Panic! At The Disco

2. “Drugs every corner this is Gotham City / Killer Croc came to kidnap you then cut out your kidney.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

3. “All the boys and I / All the boys and I / Love her madly.” –All The Boys, Panic! At The Disco

4. “Can’t do this to me baby.” –Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

5. “I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out / Cause that’s what young love is all about.” –Bubblegum Bitch, Marina and the Diamonds

6. “Sometimes quiet is violent.” –Car Radio, Twenty Øne Piløts

7. “What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.” –Build God, Then We’ll Talk, Panic! At The Disco

8. “Choke this love till the veins start to shiver.” –River, BISHOP

9. “I’m scared to get close / And I hate being alone.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

10. “Holy hands / Well they make me a sinner.” –River, BISHOP

11. “And all the kids cry out / Please stop you’re scaring me / I can’t help this awful energy / God damn right you should be scared of me / Who is in control?” –Control, Halsey

12. “Are you insane like me / Been in pain like me?” –Gasoline, Halsey

13. “If crazy equals genius / I’m a fucking arsonist / I’m a rocket scientist.” –Crazy = Genius, Panic! At The Disco

14. “Why don’t you show me a little bit of spine / You’ve been saving for his mattress, love.” –Dance, Dance, Fall Out Boy

15. “I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt / But I make these high heels work.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

16. “The higher I get the lower I’ll sink / I can’t drown my demons they know how to swim.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

17. “This just ain’t livin’.” –Cancer, My Chemical Romance

18. “The normals / They make me afraid / The crazies / They make me feel sane.” –Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez

19. “I’m fairly local / I’ve been around / I’ve seen the streets / You’re walking down.” –Fairly Local, Twenty Øne Piløts

20. “Our brains are sick but that’s okay.” –Fake You Out, Twenty Øne Piløts

21. “I need a gangsta / To love me better / Than all the others do.” –Gangsta, Kehlani

22. “I’m mean it, I’m okay (trust me) / I’m not okay.” –I’m Not Okay, My Chemical Romance

23. “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

24. “Help our souls tonight / We’re losing / Losing this fight.” –Help Our Souls, Nihils

23. “To hang me up now / By my neck / Cause I’m a fate worse than death.” –Sarcasm, Get Scared

24. “I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best.” -Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

25. “Could you imagine that / If we were gay?” –If We Were Gay, Ninja Sex Party

26. “Glory and gore goes hand in hand / That’s why we’re making headlines.” –Glory and Gore, Lorde

27. “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.” –Colors, Halsey

28. “You never know the psychopath sitting next to you / You never know the murderer sitting next to you.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

29. “Can you save my heavy, dirty, soul?” –HeavyDirtySoul, Twenty Øne Piløts

30. “Those thoughts of past lovers / They’ll always haunt me.” –House of Memories, Panic! At The Disco

31. “When the city goes silent / The ringing in my ears gets violent.” –Jet Pack Blues, Fall Out Boy

32. “You got two black eyes from loving too hard / And a black heart that matches your blackest soul.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

33. “I wanna make you shiver / Make your backbone quiver.” –Mercenary, Panic! At The Disco

34. “I do not have writers block / My writer just hates the clock.” –Migraine, Twenty Øne Piløts

35. “Don’t do love / Don’t do friends / I’m only after success.” –Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

36. “Make me / Make me impressed / Make me / Make me obsessed.” Pretty Little Psycho, Porcelain Black

37. “I’ve been thinking too much / Help me.” –Ride, Twenty Øne Piløts

38. “My shadow’s the only one who walks beside me.” –Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day

39. “You don’t love me / Big fucking deal.” –Starring Role, Marina and the Diamonds

40. “Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?” –Tennis Court, Lorde

41. “Whether near or far / I am always yours.” –The End of All Things, Panic! At The Disco

42. “Am I more than you bargained for yet?” –Sugar We’re Going Down, Fall Out Boy

43. “And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame.” –Twin Skeletons, Fall Out Boy

44. “If wanna start a fight you better throw the first punch.” –The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty, Panic! At The Disco

45. “You’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away / But tonight I need you to stay.” -The Run and Go, Twenty Øne Piløts

46. “Drinking white wine in the blushing light.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

47. “That shit is my jam.” –Samurai Abstinence Patrol, Ninja Sex Party

48. “Build a palace out in Paris just to fill with bitches.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

49. “Your lips / They got me goin’.” –Lips, Marian Hill

50. “You don’t know the half of the abuse.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

51. “God, I wish I never spoke.” –Soap, Melanie Martinez

52. “So what are you waiting for / Cause someone could love you more.” –LOST BOY, Troye Sivan

53. “In the Vegas lights / Where feelings spend the weekend.” –Vegas Lights, Panic! At The Disco

54. “Wow, I probably should’ve stayed inside my house.” –The Judge, Twenty Øne Piløts

55. “The windowsill looks really nice, right? / You think twice about your life / It probably happens at night, right?” –Holding Onto You, Twenty Øne Piløts

Feel free to add more or request your own lyrics!

The ladies love a man who’s good with kids

Request: #10, please, if it’s not a bother?

Are you still doing the drabbles? If so, can you do 10? With peter (obviously I guess) Thanks!!!! -I LOVE your writing btw-

Summary: Peter and Aunt May have been babysitting their neighbors daughter. Aunt May leaves Peter to babysit her while she goes to work.

Originally posted by stallingdemons

“Y/n! Y/n I need your help, like right now!”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sound of your frantic boyfriend panting through the phone line, “Peter what is it?” you asked,

“I’m all alone with a little 2 year old girl, and she’s speaking, but I don’t understand her, and she’s on my bed, and I don’t know what to do!”

“Peter what are you doing with a 2 year old?”

“Can you just get here? Quickly would be the most preferable way!”

“Alright, relax Peter I’ll be there soon,” You hung up and started making your way to Peters apartment.

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Missed Kisses (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: None

Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends since they were children and as kids, used to kiss one another on the cheek all the time until one day, Peter stopped. Y/N doesn’t realize it until one day looking through old photos with Aunt May.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a fluffy little fic I thought up. I hope you like it!

Masterlist Request Any Of These

“Aw, look at this one!” May sighed happily, showing you the photo of you and Peter at the age of three, with your little matching outfits.

“May, I don’t know why you want to get rid of this stuff, it brings back such good memories.” You said, looking through more photos.

“We don’t have enough room for it all and some of this stuff are just things I kept because I was too lazy to get rid of it.”

You picked up a photo of you and Peter and smiled. You both looked about five in the photo, Peter was on the ground, holding his knee and crying as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I can’t believe you have a picture of this.” You thought aloud, holding the photo tightly.

May looked over your shoulder and smiled.

“I had to.” She explained, “You and Peter were just so cute when you were younger, kissing one another until you felt better. Like parents with their children.”

You gazed at her with a smile before looking at the next photo, this time it was you, at age eight, your bike on the ground and you on the ground. You noticed the large scrapes on your leg and Peter, his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your head.

You could remember that day clearly, how Peter and his uncle had tried to teach you how to ride a bike and the way you toppled over and skid across the pavement.

The next photo you passed was that of you and Peter, both around thirteen, grinning as he had his arm draped over your shoulders because Aunt May had told him to, and in both your hands were blue ribbons.

You remembered that day clearly, how you and Peter slaved over your science fair project to win hands down. You remembered how when you kissed Peter’s cheek, just as you always did, he froze up and didn’t give you one in return.

That was the last time you had ever kissed Peter.

You hadn’t fully realized the lack of affection like that between you and Peter until now, at sixteen, looking through old photos with his aunt.

It was in the midst of your thinking that May announced that she would be going to the store as Peter walked into the room, taking a seat next to you on the couch as he picked up a few photos.

Your gaze fell from the photos in your hands to Peter’s face as you studied every bit of it, your lip between your teeth as you wondered if it would be too weird to ask for a kiss.

“Peter?” You said his name softly, your courage thin.

He looked up at you, his chocolate brown eyes gazing into yours as you feared that he knew what you were going to ask him.

“What’s up, bug?” His nickname for you rolled off his tongue, making you want to let your request go.

“Can I have a kiss?” The question fell from your mouth before you could second guess yourself.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know.” You said with a shrug, feeling embarrassed for asking. “I just miss the times you used to do it. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“No, no. It’s okay, bug. I’ll do it if you want me to.” Peter stammered, not sure if he wanted to do it, but he’d do anything for you, he knew that.

Peter pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, hiding his face so you couldn’t see the red on his face.

But, you didn’t notice because you too, were hiding your face from sight as you tried to shake off the shock of what you felt in Peter’s kiss.

Two weeks later, you sat on Peter’s bed, a bag of peas on your eye as Peter walked into the room and took a seat beside you.

You had gotten in a fight to stand up for Peter, a fight you had won, but that didn’t mean you were always going to walk out scratch free.

“You didn’t have to do that, bug.” Peter explained. “I can fight my own fights.”

“Peter, you can’t handle your powers very well yet and who knows what would’ve happened?” You explained with a wince. “You could’ve webbed someone or something. Plus, I just have a black eye, nothing time can’t heal.”

Peter smiled at you and brushed the hair from your face for you as you moved the bag on your eye.

“Still. Let me handle the fights.”

You bit your lip, feeling greedy as you opened your mouth. “Can I get a kiss?”

Peter moved close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, just under the bag as his eyes fluttered closed. He was starting to feel silly for giving you kisses and never asking for one in return when he wanted them too.

A few months passed after your scuffle, your eye had healed and Peter figured out how to control his powers.

But, that didn’t mean he didn’t come to you to get patched up or just to kiss you.

It didn’t occur to you that some of those kisses he’d give you in the dead of night after you patched him up were not requested by you until one night at three in the morning, you sat on your bed, Peter in between your legs as you patched up the cuts on his back.

Peter had never asked you for a kiss, not one on the cheek or on the lips, though he desperately wanted to. He was much shier than you were about being affectionate.

But, as you placed the last bandage on Peter’s shoulder, you heard his soft voice.

“Can I have a kiss, bug?”

You smiled a smile unseen by Peter and pressed a kiss to his shoulder right above where you had bandaged it before he rose from his spot on the bed and got his suit back on, his back to you.

He turned around and faced you, his suit now on and held his mask in his hands as he walked toward you and bent over, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he climbed out the window and disappeared into the night.

It was then that you realized that you hadn’t asked for that kiss.

A few weeks had passed and you forgot about the kisses you shared that night.

But, when Peter had come home, with bruises and cuts worse than you’d ever seen on him, after Civil War, the request for kisses seemed less silly than you would have originally thought.

Between bandages, the request would fall from Peter’s mouth and at times. Without your asking, Peter would take your hand in his or your face and press a kiss upon it like a silent thank you.

It wasn’t until the final bandages were applied that you sat beside Peter and gained some courage.

You placed a steady hand onto his face and leaned in close before you felt Peter’s breath hitch and his lips brushed yours. Your eyes fluttered closed along with his as your lips connected in a passionate kiss.

His hands found their way to your hips and pulled you onto his lap as you pressed a final kiss to his cheek. His smile after you looked into his eyes had melted you more than you ever thought it could as you whispered softly to him.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Dear Peter. (Peter Parker.)

Requested – No.

Prompt – Peter Parker receives a letter from the love of his life but things take an unexpected turn.

Warning – Tears may be shed. Not comic book accurate, like at all.

Words – 1,807.


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Who is This Guy?

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

Peter Parker x Reader

Written by Danielle

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1,713

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is just a little something I wrote and I hope you like it! It is not my favorite, but I love their conversation. :) For those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you all have a good holiday!
Christina and I are still open to taking any requests you guys may have (just as long as there is no smut involved) so feel free to message us suggestions you may have! Thank  you! :) 

You wake up to the sound of your alarm which is way too loud for your liking. Since the seasons have been changing and it’s becoming colder and colder, there is no way you want to get up from the warm cocoon you’ve made in your bed. You groan when you look outside and see it is pitch black. All of these factors add up to absolutely no motivation to get up. You didn’t get much sleep last night and don’t really want to go to your morning art class. You aren’t a huge fan of art, but you were taking it to get elective credits, and it was better than some of the other options. The only reason you really enjoyed the class was because it meant you got to see him.

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An Unlikely Trio

You (Kylo Ren’s new apprentice) have been captured by Resistance fighters (well, Finn and Rey). They handle you with caution, although you are not as dark as they had imagined. They plan to hand you over to the General, but little do they know that Kylo has already started pursuing them, determined to get back his student (who he may or may not have fallen in love with).

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1815

Warnings: violence, etc.

A/n: I have no idea what this is, but I loved writing it. Hope you all enjoy! 
P.S. I know that this is long but I’m just so obsessed with the idea of Kylo being like Anakin in the sense that he’d do anything for his gal. + I was itching to write something super light-hearted.

“Come on.” Rey muttered, pulling on your restraints.

“I don’t know why we’re even bothering keeping her alive.” Finn growled, giving you the side eye.

“She’s important. The general will want to keep her as a bargaining chip. Or maybe to set a trap for Kylo Ren.” Rey replied, trying to keep a clear mind. Luke had only just begun training her, but she had already started to take his lessons seriously.

“Wow, I’m truly flattered to hear that you think I’m so significant.” You teased.

“Shut up you First Order scum.” Finn spat, digging the barrel of his blaster into your back.

“Hey, there’s no reason we can’t be civil about this. Stop pointing your weapon at me.” You waved your hand swiftly, and an entranced Finn obeyed.

“Stop using your mind tricks on me!” He shouted.

“Only if you promise you’ll stop being so rough. I am a lady after all.”


The three walked in silence for a while through the thick jungle of Onderon. Their ship had crashed some ways off from the Resistance outpost due to your attempts to escape the two. Now they were walking back through the deep jungle, hoping to not encounter any local wildlife.

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Dating Gabriel Would Include

Requested by anon

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

  • Constant flirting, teasing and joking. You give the Winchesters hell with all your jokes and pranks together
  • Almost constant contact. His hand on your lower back, pinkies linked, Gabriel holding your hand, his lips on your neck, anything
  • Waking up and as soon as you do hearing loud music and Gabe pressing his lips to yours and maybe your neck. He’s been waiting pretty impatiently for you to wake up. (This may or may not have involved him pissing off the Winchesters while he waited.)
  • Lots of innuendos but also lots of flowers and chocolate and stuff so the Winchesters think he’s a “good boyfriend” and worthy of you
  • Sam and Dean getting annoyed when Gabriel pops in and takes you half way across the world when you’re in the middle of a hunt
  • Them also complaining that he’s annoying and an asshole to which Gabe pops in and takes you away with a salute at them and starts to plot with you how you can get them back
    -”This isn’t going to stop them thinking you’re an asshole.” 
    “And? It’s fun!”

  • Him finding your smile absolutley gorgeous so him doing anything to see all your little smiles. The shy one, the trying not to laugh one, the sexy one, the smirk one, the flirty one, etc. He names them all and pretends to jot them in a little notebook each time he discovers a new one.
  • Him pouting and whining when you deny him kisses during an arguement:
  • Sam and Dean having to carry you away from the hotel when Lucifer comes. Gabriel kisses you one last time before he presses his fingers to your temples and knocks you into a gentle sleep. Lucifer teases Gabriel a little bit but knows it’s a touchy subject.
  • Waking up in the impala and screaming when you realise he’s gone, screaming so much and banging on the windows that they stop the car and Sam goes to sit in the back with you and you just lie in his arms and cry
  • Thinking you hear shards of his voice on the radio and in your music all the time but telling yourself it’s nothing until one day you hear, “Miss me, sugar lips?” on the radio and Dean gives you a look and you know you weren’t the only one to hear it

Request: there was none lol i just wanted to write a chanyeol fluff fluffy scenario when chanyeol’s s/o is on her period and he helps out however he can :))

admin k: this may or may not have been inspired by real life struggles :’)

Originally posted by yeolhighness

genre: fluff

word count: 2427

pairing: chanyeol x reader

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Summary: When things go wrong on a dangerous mission, your relationship with Bruce Banner toes a fine line between love and disaster.

Word Count: 8,383

Warnings: Some violence, swearing, angst

Based on a request: (anon)  Can you write something really fluffy and angsty with Bruce Banner? Maybe he tries to push the reader away but she pushed back just as hard.

A/N: Okay, so I started this thinking it would end up being two, maybe three thousand words. Eight thousand words later…Sometimes I really just don’t know when to shut up. The last act may or may not have been influenced by a certain Celine Dion song. High fives to anyone who guesses which one.

Originally posted by petils

The alarm buzzed obnoxiously, and your hand flew out and slammed again the alarm clock wildly. The noise finally stopped, and you rolled over with a groan. A pair of arms pulled you into a warm chest, and you sighed as you nuzzled your face against his body.

“I don’t wanna get up,” you whined, your voice muffled.

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Turns out the boyfriend is BRENDAN so ofc Archie couldn’t be happier for his little girl because he’s so nice and has been with her since they were kids 

but Maxie is like

arceus have mercy on the boy


For anon who requested 34 and 41 with Rossi “I had this weird dream last night, you may or may not have been in it.” “You first?”

“Alright, why are you avoiding me?” The voice came from just behind you, where you were standing at the counter doctoring your tea. You jumped slightly, and turned around, glancing quickly before averting your eyes and going back to your tea.

“I’m obviously not.” You shrugged, tossing your extra sugar packets back into the drawer and knocking it shut, eyes down as you quickly made to leave the small kitchenette and return to a more populated part of the building.  

Rossi’s arm darted out and grabbed you, stopping your quick beeline. He raised his eyebrows at you, causing you to raise your own in return.

“Yes?” You asked, feeling the blood rising in your face.

“What’s up?”

“Rossi… I’ve got paperwork…” You muttered pulling away from him and quickly making your way to your way to your desk, cheeks red and eyes down. You got through about an hours worth of work, and you were dreading having to get up and get a new tea soon. A door opened above you and you closed the file you were currently working on, rubbing your face.

“(Y/N)” Your hands paused and you glanced up at the row of offices to catch Rossi standing in front of his open door, “Come here.” You bit your lip and sighed nodding. You could do this. You got up and took the short walk to your demise.

“What’s up?” You asked coming just inside his office.

“Shut the door and sit.” He gestured to the chair in front of the desk he was leaning on. You groaned internally and did as he asked. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

“Are you gonna tell me why you can’t just… drop it?” You asked, crossing your legs and looking down at your hands.

“You first.” He smirked slightly and you shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

“I had this weird dream last night, you may or may not have been in it.” You muttered, glancing up quickly before going double as red and fixing your gaze over his shoulder. No way you could possibly look him in the eyes right now.

“Oh?” Rossi chuckled, “What kind of dream?”

“Are you getting off on torturing me?” You huffed and Rossi’s smirk doubled.

“That kind of dream, hm?” He teased and you realized what you said, blushing the deepest you ever had in your entire life.

“N-No! No, it’s not like that!” You squeaked.

“I was teasing you but the squeak gave it away.” He smirked, leaning forward in his seat perched on the desk.

“Stop profiling me!” You huffed, turning your head away and trying not to give too much away.

“I’m not profiling you, (Y/N). You’re being incredibly obvious.” You merely huffed again, shaking your head slightly. Rossi shuffled around slightly and you did a relatively good job completely ignoring his existence. “(Y/N)” He murmured voice much closer than you remembered him being.

“Hm?” You asked, turning your head slightly. Rossi’s face was close to yours and he seemed to be regarding you curiously. After a moment of silence he leaned in pressing a kiss to your  cheek, smiling. You frowned confused, “What was that for?”

“Well, for one. You’re pretty when you blush.” Rossi laughed, and you on cue, blushed again. “For two. I like you.”


“Yeah, and I’ve had my fair share of (Y/N) dreams if you ever wanna swap stories.” One more blush. One more smirk.

“Yeah alright.”

I Wanna Hold Your Hand-LeafyIsHere Imagine

Anon: ‘can you please write something where Calvin tries to hold your hand for the first time and it’s super awk and fluffy?’

Originally posted by nayeli-winchester

A/N: My first request :D This turned out to be a little shorter than what I had imagined it to be, but I hope this is somewhat what you asked for anon! 

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Happy New Year everyone! I hope you have been well! Due to my financial situation I am still offering a special on bust sketch/line art commissions! Chibi commissions, while not on sale, are still available! I am also offering sketch/line waist/full body commissions at normal price. Currently not offering full color as I do not have the time to focus on it at this moment!

You may have noticed that the price for my Chibi Art has gone up slightly. Now that I have had a chance to do a few pieces I have been able to judge the amount of time and work it takes to do them so that I may properly price them. Thank you so much for your understanding!

Also! Please keep in mind that I am open to taking OC charterer designs and toons from other games! Don’t be afraid to ask! FFXIV is my main focus but I am happy to try new things! Even with the chibis!

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Hi… Uhm.. I have been admiring your stories for a while and I love nearly everything you create.. I was wondering if I may request something? May a request a Reader/Spencer story? Reader is a ballroom dancer and meets Spencer somewhere that isn’t the BAU? He finds out she is asexual and they continue to have an amazing friendship and they are both happy? Thank you regardless if you do the thing or not!

Oh my word, bless you.  I am so honored that you are enjoying everything!  I hope that you enjoy this story, because here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!

Spencer was just strolling by one evening.  He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, and he didn’t have his nose in a book.

But the music flowing from the walls of a shop caught his attention as he stopped beside the window and turned his head.

And that’s when he first saw you.

Spinning around in your beautiful orange dress, gliding around the floor as your hair whipped around your cheeks and your smile covered half of your face.

He watched you dance number after number with you never even knowing he was there.

He made it a habit.  Every Friday night, he would get some food at the eatery beside the studio, and he would leave when he heard the music cue up promptly at 8 PM.

And he would watch you dance.

He never had any intentions of approaching you.  He never had any wishes to introduce himself, or know your name.  You were like a secret, a piece of a jewelry box that was all his as he watched you whirl around that floor.

But one Friday, you turned your head.

And you smiled at him.

The two of you stared at each other for a while.  Just…watching.


And then you moved towards the door.

He watched you disappear behind it only for the doorknob to jiggle, and as the door swung open, there you emerged.

In your orange dress.

“Hi,” you say lightly as you stare at him.

He analyzed your every move.  He saw your back straight and your legs strong.  He saw your kind features and your resting eyes.  He saw that, when you looked at him, it was with nothing but kindness.

No curiosity to pry.

No attraction to suppress.

No expectations to disappoint.

“Wanna come in?” you ask as you nod your head.

And for the first time, he cleared his throat and spoke to you.

“Oh-…oh oh oh, no.  I don’t dance,” he says.

“You don’t need to know how to dance here,” you smile kindly.

“Do you uh, do you teach here?” he asks.

And all you did was lightly nod your head.

He did think you were striking.  You may not be curious about him, but he most definitely was about you.

So, he followed you inside.

And he learned so many beautiful things.

He learned how to waltz, and how to shag.  He learned that he was never going to be good at the salsa, but that he could be very good at the tango.  He learned that he enjoyed your laugh, and that you were comfortable.

He learned that you were asexual, and for some reason that brought him some relief.

“I’ve never really had a friend outside of my work,” he said one evening before the dance party.

“So, me being asexual doesn’t bother you?” you ask meekly.

“Not at all,” he smiles as he takes a stab at his pasta.

“Besides, I believe that people of the opposing gender can be friends without it ever breaching a sexual aspect,” Spencer says.

“That’s a relief,” you breathe.

The two of you had frequent conversations about it.  You could tell that he had never actually known someone who was asexual, and you welcomed the questions.  He never judged you, or belittled you, or attempted to challenge you in any way about how you felt.

And it was such a relief for you.

He would talk about his work if the case was especially hard, and sometimes he wouldn’t want to talk at all.  He would just want to go to that little eatery beside your work, sit in your presence, and eat.

And you would always take him next door, after enough of the silence had been indulged, and you would open the studio just for the two of you.

And you both would dance.

INTJ Capricorn Slytherin - requested by @maricykesquill

“You rarely have time for everything you want in this life, so you need to make choices. And hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are.”

–Fred Rogers

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Full-control manifesto

As of now, for 3 days per week I will give Sir full control over me, with the following rules taking place. For the remaining 4 days per week, rules may still generally be followed but their application will be more flexible and relaxed.

On full-control days, Sir will decide:

  1. Whether or not I’m allowed to go out (excluding for family reasons or events)
  2. When and whether I am allowed to use the toilet, with specific rules in case Sir is unavailable at the time of request (yet to be decided)
  3. Whether or not I will wear my chastity cage
  4. When and whether I may shower
  5. What I may wear during the day and also at night (within agreed reason)
  6. When, whether and for what length of time I wear single pairs of socks and underwear
  7. When I may sleep (or, under the same ruling, when I must be awake)
  8. What and when I eat and drink
  9. Who and whether I can/must talk to on social apps such as, but not limited to, Grindr and Kik

Currently, full-control days have been set as Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday of every week. This arrangement including the rules and structure are open to amendments and alterations as Sir sees fit.

(f) = fluff

(a) = angst

(m) = mature


  • Untrue *Slight Trigger Warning*  (a) (f)



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D R A B B L E S / M I N I - S C E N A R I O S

Regarding writings on sensitive issues (eg. self-harm, eating disorders, abuse):

I understand that these issues are sensitive, and some people may not like or are uncomfortable reading them. Thus, I will always make sure to give you all a warning. However, although some people may disapprove of writing about these issues, that will not deter me from writing about them when requested to. I am not intending to “romanticize” such issues in the scenarios, but I have been through some of these issues before and I know how it feels like for others feeling the same way. Sometimes reading about it might make someone feel better, or it could be someone’s escape. I just want to make people happy with the scenarios I write and I really hope that you all will stay strong and positive. If you ever need to, just talk to me or ask me anything through the ask box and I will be glad to respond. Love you all.


Reqested by @runing-with-wolves:  Hi love can you do a Lucifer imagine reader wants to go to the club and dance Lucifer doesn’t allow it but reader still goes and dances with guys and Lucifer gets jealous and you can make up the rest. (:

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A/N: So terribly sorry this took so long to post! I’ve been quite busy lately and I also have had some writer’s block :/. Sorry if this his character is OOC. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (Also I may or may not have been listening to the Lucifer soundtrack while writing this.)


“Oh, come on, Lucifer, what’s one night out going to hurt?” you asked your friend. After you suggested going to a new club you had heard about, he was being extremely stubborn about letting you go.

“One night? A lot can happen in one night, dear, trust me, I know,” he replied in his usual sassy tone, that smirk on his lips that never seemed to leave.

You scoffed. “Yeah, I know, Luci. What I don’t know is, is why you’re being so protective all of a sudden? I can take care of myself.”

He furrowed his brows. “I’m not, darling, why would you think that?” You rolled your eyes and shook your head before leaving Lux.


With music blaring in your ears, you danced your heart out to the beat, the people surrounding you doing the same. There were lights flashing everywhere in all directions and colors. You were having a great time, all your worries seemed to fade away as you moved your body to the rhythm - or so you thought, anyway. You were dancing with some guy near you when it happened. The man was grabbed and was pushed aside and before you knew it Lucifer was in his place, looking angry as hell (no pun intended). Lucifer took your arm and led you to the side where it was a bit quieter.

“What are you doing here? And why were you dancing with that man?” He immediately asked when you two were away from the crowd. 

“It’s none of your business and let go of me,” you exclaimed tugging your arm out of his grip.

“Darling, I’m the king of Hell, it’s my business to know things,” he replied smoothly.

You sighed. “Look, Lucifer, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but-” you stopped yourself before you could go any further. You realized why he was doing all of these things - not letting you go out to the club, ignoring your questions about being protective, pushing the guy you were dancing with. 

“But what, dear?”

You smirked as you looked up at him. “You are so jealous.”

He knitted his brows. “Why makes you think that me, the devil, is jealous?”

You gave him a small smile. “Being overprotective-”

“I’m being a good friend.”

“Pushing that guy away from me-”

“He was getting way too close and personal with you.”

“Not letting me go to the club,” you finished.

“Again, being a good friend. I’m not jealous, (Y/N),” he insisted.

You chuckled. “Whatever, let’s just go back to the Lux, this club isn’t too great anyway. Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” you told him. You walked towards the exit, Lucifer following you, the two of you weaving through the many people. 

After driving down the highway a few minutes in silence, the only noise being the low hum of the car and the quiet mumbling on the radio, Lucifer finally spoke, “(Y/N).” You hummed to let him know you were listening. “If I were… jealous as you said I was, what would you do?”

You snorted then thought about it for a moment. You glanced at him for a second before replying, “I would ask you if you would want to go out for a drink. But you aren’t jealous, like you said, so I guess that drink will have to wait for another time, won’t it?”

He sighed. “I suppose so, darling.”