iridesky-the-writer

[iridesky-the-writer]

i never request so plz dont set me ablaze if i mess up- can you do medicine pocket x gn reader just like idk domestic fluff head cannons??? (even tho theyre mean and would probably beat me)

Yo! No worries, I love me some good domestic fluff, especially with the meanies ;0; Anyways, here ya go!

(Trying to make my headcanons more actually "headcanon set-like" than 4chan greentext storytime form shbsnshdhdhdbd 💀)

☆ Barking at the Moon ☆

|| Domestic Medpocket x G/N Reader: Fluffy Headcanons! ||

|| Contains: Swearing (because Medicine Pocket),, mentions of drugs and medication (but nothing serious like addiction, Just Meddy prescribing things),, slightly suggestive content but nothing serious (just a mention of suggestive things!),, potentially inaccurate brief depictions of the biological sciences, MedPoc-typical malpractice 👍🏽, and MedPoc being a blushy fool ||

☆ MedPoc's that kinda partner that isn't afraid to be kind of grumpy around you. It's not a slight against you; it's an act of love.

☆ When they come back from the foundation each day, when they pass through the doorway, they'd instantly make a beeline towards you. You're basically their medicine. And they act like an excited puppy when they see you.

☆ "Hey, you. How's crap going around here? Hope you didn't miss me. How're you, puppy? How're you?"

☆ And then they'd kiss you on your cheeks.

☆ If they're grumpy, they murmur muffled curses under their breath as they run over, cling to you, and start vaguely muttering something about work and ignorant dumbasses who never understand anything. But you're not a dumbass! Not to them! You're their's!! And that's perfect to them.

☆ Every morning they'd wake up and be curled up next to you. Doesn't matter if they fell asleep on the couch last night or not, whatever position they fell asleep in, they probably won't be in the same place when they wake up and instead near you somehow. Don't ask me how. And when they are near you, they usually flop themselves on top of you, all of their weight at once.

☆ They're just like a reeaaal cuddly dog...that's way too big to be a lapdog yet seems convinced they are one.

☆ Oh, forgot to mention! They're always giving you petnames like "puppy" and "fuzzball". Called you bitch at one point for the bit and then never did it again. You decide on whether you're into it or not...

☆ Pocky LOOOVES nuzzling into you. Doesn't matter if it's into your cheek, neck, or stomach. They love hearing you laugh when they rub their nose up against you. After they do it, you can usually hear them chuckle to themselves in sweet satisfaction.

☆ Definitely the type to give you cuddles from behind while you're working and try to distract you with kisses and nuzzles, or by yapping and making you laugh.

☆ "Who ya texting? ...new friend? Do they happen to be interested in investing in a handsome bio researcherrr...?"

☆ Speaking of texts, they'd probably send you pictures of the weird shit that goes on in their lab at work while they're gone, and the ethically questionable shit that they do. Only the funny stuff, though. Like that time they made a whole f1 generation of dogs fluffy puffballs.

☆ Speaking of which, they may or may not try to convince you to let them bring home one of the genetically engineered dogs. Your call on if you're fine with that.

☆ they're awful at sharing like a human being (probably skipped kindergarten (joking)), but they make an exception with you. Usually by sharing bread with you in the morning and tossing you a chunk or two. (They find it hard to express love in a gift giving way, but they do it in their own unique fashion)

☆ Physical is definitely a chief love language of theirs, just next to quality time. Meaning that they really like cuddles, as much as they absolutely loathe admitting it. Then again, when you two are alone together, you're one of the few people that can water them down enough to get some snuggles out of them.

☆ Biting is also a love language of theirs.

☆ Yooouuu'd probably end up coming out of a cuddle session with them with teethmarks on your neck and shoulders. And you're going to have to explain to anyone that happens to spot them that nothing "weird" happened back there. Good luck with that, they'll never stop doing it. It's like it's hardwired into their brain.

☆ Really likes showing you the new medicines and ideas they produce, even if you might not understand them. They adore rambling on about it. They might even try and give you some bio cultures from the lab as souvenirs...uuuh, maybe put those in the closet instead of keeping them out in the open where they can be easily knocked over.

☆ If you get hurt, they'd be the first to suggest something to help or try to care for you, even though they're not a licensed doctor. (Though if you're in your right mind, you probably shouldn't agree if the care involves any physical operation...)

☆ Their favorite place to go out with you is forests and hiking trails. They love running with you, and talking with you, and listening to your ideas. If you're Pocky's partner, then they probably hang on every single word you say. You're brain's an intellectual buffet for them.

☆ They don't look the type, but they love watching sunsets and moonrises with you. It's cheesy, it's dumb. But they like it. And they unashamedly enjoy it.

☆ Sometimes they'd try to make themselves less embarrassed about it by making offhand "cool" comments, though, during those rare occasions when they feel dumb for enjoying those kinda things.

☆ "Man. Moon looks like shit tonight."

☆ Either way, at the end of the day, no matter how much they pull at your cheeks, tease you, make fun of you, or playfully cuff you in the side, they'd send you off to bed with a kiss on the lips--even if they usually can't head to bed with you since they stay up busy with work.

☆ "I love ya, dumbass. Don't get yourself killed when I'm at work tomorrow, 'k?"

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[iridesky-the-writer]

just read ur yan france fic... never stop cooking..

Ahhh thank you!! ♡♡♡ Sorry if I cook slowly lolzies, I've got that adhd brain and have fluctuating motivation. That said, I love writing and I'm determined to make this work out. I love stuff like this!

[iridesky-the-writer]

aaa!!! Your writing is so good!! Can you do yandere Italy x reader who a yandere as well but in a more pathetic way. Like they give off wet cat energy and they're just trying their best but they're obsessed with him and very in love.

Headcanons plz, thanks (⁠≧v⁠≦⁠)

A/N: HEYHEYHEY! Sorry this took a while to answer. I've been busy with a lotta stuff, but I finally got time to write, so here ya go! Ciao ~ ♡ !

☆ Bella, Bella, Bella! ☆

|| Yandere! Pathetic! (Lololol) Feliciano x G/N! Reader headcanons ||

|| Contains: Feliciano being pathetic (of course)...ally in love with you,, kidnapping,, concussion mention,, Feliciano being insanely clingy and touchy,, a liiiiittle bit suggestive at the end if you squint (because c'mon, it's Feliciano) but could also be interpreted as just plain Yandere insanity or Feliciano's typical dumbassery,, speaking of which, Feliciano's usual dumbass activities,, and also implied murder. Which may or may not fall under the category of the previous content tag. ||

☆ So, so, SO CUTE!!!!

☆ Feliciano was always the type to fall in love at first sight--he usually follows his heart, not his head! And when he saw you, his heart just pumped faster right in your direction. He fell harder and farther than Alice down the Rabbit Hole.

☆ And so, naturally, he didn't even hesitate to run up to you without any regard for how he'd look doing it. His heart was rushing so fast-- you must be the one, right?? Right?????

☆ "Bella!!! Bella!!! Bella!!! Hellooo!! Can you hear me? Can we get dinner? Pleeeaaase?"

☆ He greeted you excitedly and tried to introduce himself, if not a bit awkwardly, though most definitely passionately. He wanted to get to know you so bad, even though he only knew you existed for less than a minute.

☆ You were probably a bit taken aback by his sudden request, though he'd be very relieved if you agree...

☆ ...Though, if you refuse, then he'd keep on pressing and pressing. It may get to the point where he starts quite literally begging on his knees.

☆ ...You're likely not cruel enough to make him go that far. Then again, it's Feliciano, who fell into deeply pathetic love with you the moment he saw you--he would probably drop to his knees the moment you say refuse a second time.

☆ And once he finally starts to get emotionally close to you (or, at least, you exchange names or at least make plans--to Feli, that's close enough), then that's when he gets clingy.

☆ Yes, Feliciano is the clingiest boy alive. Whether it's holding your hand and swinging it back and forth a bit as you walk or wrapping his arm around your waist from the side and placing his head on your shoulder, after you two officially become friends Feliciano will never let go of you--at least, if he can help it.

☆ Tearing Feliciano off of you is the equivalent of pushing away a sleepy cat from your lap; you'd need to push him off of you have plans and things to do, though you'll likely feel rather guilty doing it--then again, he's incredibly persistent in staying right where he is, and in the end, you might just let him stay either way. After all, how could you say no to that cute little face?

☆ Feliciano would try his best to court you in the best way he can--or, at the very least, knows. He tries to figure out everything about you, while also trying to get closer and closer...he just really, really wants to be close to you, you know.

☆ If you had dinner with him that night you met, then probably wouldn't stop talking and asking questions--he'd blabber on and stumble over his words, leaving him with cheeks painted a darker shade of red than before. He'd only stop to listen to you, during which he'd sport the biggest, dumbest smile possible.

☆ "Bella?? Where's your favorite place to go during the day? It wouldn't happen to be anywhere in my place, would it...?? Oh! No, no!! I meant Italy, me--my country! The place on the Earth!!"

☆ And once the dinner is over, Feliciano would steel himself, a sheepish smile on his face. This is it!! Now he can hug you or kiss you!! That's what he can do once the date is over, right? Oh, Feliciano has had lots of lovers, though he always gets scatterbrained around the end of the usual routine...

☆ As the two of you get up to leave the restaurant ( Feliciano paid for the whole -- with a complete disregard for what that might do to his savings... ) Feliciano gently taps you on the shoulder with a trembling hand, fluttering his long eyelashes in order to dry his treacle eyes.

☆ "...a-ah...Bella...can I have a kiss? Just one!! Pleeeaaaase!!"

☆ Before you know it, his lips are on yours--it's a very shy kiss, very brief, and when he pulls away again he's as red as a tomato.

☆ "I'm sorry!!! I'm sorry!!! I'm sorry!! Ahhhh, I can't go on like this!"

☆ And with that he dashes away.

☆ He forgot that he didn't get your number in the first place.

☆ And so, Feliciano, being the hot mess that he is, decided that the best course of action to see you again was stand out in the place where he first saw you and wait there until he happens to catch sight of you again.

☆ For days on end.

☆ You know, Feliciano can be airheaded, but when he puts his mind to finding the Bella of his dreams again he's more focused than a brain surgeon.

☆ Doesn't matter how long he has to wait. He will stand out in the cold until he spots you again.

☆ And about a week or so later, he sees you again and is practically euphoric.

☆ You'd be minding your own business when a pair of very familiar arms squeeze around your waist.

☆ "Bella!! I found you again! Never ever leave me again!!"

☆ And from then on he was clingier than ever. He was holding on to your for dear life--no matter how much you could try to shake him off, he just wouldn't budge.

☆ And that's when you were thrown to the ground, your head hit the pavement, and you got knocked out.

☆ You know, you've really got some bad luck here...

☆ You wake up in his little house, morning sunlight streaming through an open window. You're laid out on his couch. Thank goodness you were visiting Italy at the time...poor Feliciano would've had to answer so many questions at the airport to get you back to Italy...

☆ You hear the sound of clanging pots and pans from outside of the room-- you assume it's in the kitchen.

☆ One of Feli's love languages is cooking. He may not look the type, but he's good at it. Just...disorganized.

☆ Another clatter from the kitchen--and a scream that you've definitely heard before. You'd get up to see the commotion, but your head is killing you. You might have a concussion...

☆ If you have a concussion, you really shouldn't close your eyes again... you try your best to lay down and hope that you won't be alone for too long.

☆ Your prayers are answered by Feliciano passing through the doorway. And he looks messy and lightly...burnt?

☆ His expression is neutral until he sees your eyes open, and suddenly, he's all smiles. He skips over to you and leans down to hug you tight--when you wince, he tentatively lowers the pressure.

☆ "Bella!! You're alive!!! I was so so scared!! I told you not to leave me again!!! I was scared I would have to explain another dead body..."

☆ Another?

☆ "Oh, uh-huh-ha... let's not think about that!! All it was was just one less thing to worry about!! You know, you getting a concussion and all, some people shouldn't see, uhhhhh, someone may have gotten pushed off a pier...no matter! Don't ask questions!!!"

☆ He hugged you tighter and buried his face into the crook of your neck, tiny kisses fluttering across your skin like the rain of summer showers before you could argue.

☆ "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorryyy..." He whined. Auburn hair tickled your cheek, and wobbly hands toyed with the back of your shirt's collar.

☆ When he finally pulled away, his face was flushed, but also carried a confident smile.

☆ "Anyway, Bella! You must be hurt, buuut I know just how to fix that! Uncle Rome taught me all about it, I have something cooking in the kitchennn~! You won't even want to leave!! I promise!"

☆ It was then that you noticed that your wrists were bound at your front. Feliciano's eyes follow the path of your own, his face flushed. His hand still is gripping on to your shoulder, though it's now started to shake.

☆ "Uuuuh... you'll never want to leave! ...r-right, Bella?"

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[iridesky-the-writer]

Is there any limit on characters, like ones you won't write about or how many we can ask about per request? Will we get fewer headcanons if we ask about more characters? For Persona 5, will you be willing to write about any of the confidants or characters from the side games/expansions? Thanks for answering!

hi! Of course! That's my plan anyway. I'm not exactly sure how many headcanons you can expect per character for multi-character ones, though I'd say about 10-16.

As for a character limit, I would say 20. For example, I wouldn't really be comfortable with someone asking, say, for every single character in reverse 1999! That said, there may be exceptions if I feel like it. Though, I'm only human!

[iridesky-the-writer]

hey hi! Can you do yandere hetalia France x gn reader who's like Nikolai gogol from bsd? Headcanons plz. Thanks ^o^

OOH! This is a cool first request! I'm interested :) thanks for requesting ~ Francis and Nikolai are actually some of my favorite characters! Anyway, order up!

☆ Triboulet ☆

|| yandere!Francis Bonnefoy x G/N ! Nikolai Gogol-like! Reader ||

|| Contains: potentially inaccurate depictions of French pet names (I do not speak French), doting Francis (we love to see it),, stalking,, Francis lowkey spiraling,, lightly suggestive material (because c'mon, it's Francis),, a reader that definitely matches yan!Francis' freak,, a bit soft at the end!?,, Francis spoiling you rotten,,and reader who is most certainly a curious critter (so much so that it pushes Francis beyond his limit) + one (1) goofy Arthur Kirkland cameo ||

☆ Why, what a bundle of laughs you were! That was the first thing that caught his interest about you. He hadn't seen anything like it.

☆ ...well, he has, though it was more exclusive to those days he first came around. He hadn't seen anything like it since the fools back in the 1500s, 1600s... How remarkable!

☆ But those fools usually had the ugliest mugs and melancholy miens. You, on the other hand, were positively stunning to him, with a certain...je nais se quois to boot. That just drew him in further.

☆ And when you to finally got to spend time together for the first time, well, you never seemed to stop talking. It was a bit odd to him--he was used to talking and talking without anyone challenging his dominance in the conversation, but...well, he couldn't help but listen to you.

☆ Your ramblings seemed to be endless, and you always managed to surprise him. One minute you were absentmindedly remarking about the state of the weather, and the next you were animatedly raving about your adoration of birds...

☆ You were clingy, too. You'd embrace him like you were old friends every time you met, excitedly greeting him, holding both of his hands in your own as you told him of the latest happenings of your life...

☆ ...you know, you were prettiest when you talked.

☆ It wasn't long before he turned on the charm. The usual smile, the coy touches, quiet compliments in the language of love... Flirting was his speciality, and he knew it. Though you always responded in ways that continued to perplex him.

☆ "Oh, Francis! You make me blush ~ ! I have you know today's outfit took a loooong time to put together! Say, you don't happen to own a brooch like this, do you? I do! I got it from--ah, why would I tell you! It's more fun when you get to guess~"

☆ You...baffled him, to say the least. He couldn't tell if you were actually responding to his advances or if you were just plain too oblivious to notice. Or worse yet; ignoring them altogether.

☆ The idea of you ignoring them made his blood boil.

☆ You may have started to notice how he started to excuse himself during conversations, notably almost every time that he complimented you and you changed the subject--each time he put on a charming grin, called you some French pet name you may or may have understood, and scampered away to the bathroom to grip the sink like some adult drama protagonist who was caught in a gunfight and cheer himself up.

☆ "ALRIGHT, MON AMOR! You've done it before, you can do it again...why must it be so difficult!? I'm right as rain! Yes...yes I am!"

☆ He didn't really take into account how you may have been able to hear him from the other room...

☆ Either way, the more time went on, the more he started to excuse himself during your interactions. Eventually he'd stop chickening out and start laying on the compliments even thicker.

☆ "Oh, your eyes are like the sea at sunset, mon ange...such beautiful lips, such wonderful words that fall from them..."

☆ He had started doting over you. And clearly, you were starting to get the message.

☆ Good...good, it was working! That must mean he must continue like this! Doting...you MUST know how he loves you!

☆ You'd start getting roses at your doorstep, then pastries, then glass birds...all of which with gift tags or letters that were directly stated from Francis himself.

☆ That begged the question of how he even got to know your address in the first place.

☆ Speaking of which, how did he happen to know that this was your favorite dessert? You never told him...did you?

☆ You were just eating it last week in your favorite cafe...

☆ Come to think of it, you texted him while you were in there and heard someone else's phone buzz almost as soon as you sent the message... you chose not to think of it much then, though it definitely was whirling around in your mind for a while. Now you'll kept on alert.

☆ The gifts only increased in number and frequency as time went on. At first it was just a Bouquet of flowers a week, but then it became a new gift every single morning or evening. You were an attentive soul, but you couldn't fathom how Francis was able to get all those gifts to you...

☆ You couldn't help but giggle a little bit about it.

☆ Meanwhile, he was obsessed with you.

☆ He wasn't really sure how it happened. It started with the usual feelings he felt when he was in love--something he had experienced many, many times over the course of his long life--but the more he got to know you, the more he found it hard to crack you. Harder to flirt with than you looked and a paradoxical mind he couldn't find a way to hack into so he could get to your heart.

☆ So he had started stalking you. He's done it before, he can do it again. He's got all the time in the world for it, why not? He watches you as you left the house every morning, he watches you move from place to place, he watches you...move...merde, you were lovely.

☆ Soon enough he had memorized your routines, the places you've frequented the most, your favorite pasttimes...

☆ It was all laid out in a series of notes he had made in his room, all written in pompous cursive that grew more harried and almost crazed over time.

☆ When you meet in person now, he'd suggest going out drinking more often. Not only does love come easier under the haze of alcohol, though he can hear much more from you, as you somehow managed to be even more talkative when you were drunk--and even clingier.

☆ He himself was a bit scared by his behavior. You had him wrapped around your finger...putain! You were supposed to wrapped around his finger! It was supposed to be the other way around! But alas... things were just not meant to that way. He was positively losing it over you and those strange, strange ways you went about things.

☆ "ARHUR, I NEED HELP." "...oh, so were finally figuring it out, now?" "ARTHUR! I MEANT I NEED SPIES!!!"

☆ That was it. He had to do something about this.

☆ And thus, one Friday evening, you were strolling home, a bright smile on your face, only to swept away into a nearby alley.

☆ You instinctively started to scream, though a familiarly rough, albeit manicured hand had covered your mouth, muffling the sound.

☆ "Easy, easy, easyyy mon amour, it's only me ~ !"

☆ You feel warm, delicate lips pressed against your forehead. You tremble, but Francis' other hand threads through your hair.

☆ "Finally, finally, ma columbe, I have you all to myself..."

☆ As he pressed a kiss to your cheek, he was surprised to feel a smile quirking at your lips behind his palm. And another one of your trademark laughs.

☆ Francis' face filled with crimson as he ripped both of his hands away, holding both of them to his chest, sapphire eyes wide in shock.

☆ Francis really has a difficult time turning on that charm of his when he's dumb in love...

☆ "mo-mon crevette! I! Ah...what's with the face...?"

☆ "Weeell, I like it when you kiss me!"

☆ Francis blushes harder than he would like to admit.

☆ It's funny, because you knew he'd do that. And you also knew he'd probably come along tonight-- it was a bit of a surprise that it was this way, though surprises were fun to you, no?

☆ You started talking about how you had a feeling he was watching you for weeks as you held the side of his face and talked and talked, and halfway through Francis caught you in a very hungry kiss on the lips.

☆ Thankfully, you reciprocated.

☆ Francis was satisfied. Finally, he had you. Though, weirdly he found himself no less obsessed... it wasn't going away. Dammit...

☆ Maybe he should take you home and keep you there. Maybe that would help.

☆ Oh, wait now, your tongue was in his mouth--he couldn't possibly think now. All he could focus on was you, now. You laughed between kisses; my, you're excited, aren't you?

《 fin 》

Thank you for reading~

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[iridesky-the-writer]

☆ This one's for the nerds! ☆

hi! I'm Iri! Welcome to my blog!

I go by any pronouns, so go nuts!

I'm an aspiring writer who hopes to improve my work-- and, in order to do so, I've decided to start this blog! What better way to get better at something you love than tying it with something else you love--fandoms and pop culture? Which is where you guys come in!

The Basics

What I'll be writing:

• X Reader stories / headcanons

• general headcanons

• shortfics / one-shots

❤️Specific things I will write: readers of all genders, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, crack, poly, some darker topics [feel free to ask if you're unsure!] such as yandere, yumeships, "x-like reader", and more! If you want me to write it, just ask.

💔Things I won't write: smut, pregnancy (sorry, I just feel like it'd be a bit of a sticky topic to write), rpf, incest/stepcest, and excessively disturbing/triggering content (e.g., rape).

Please respect my boundaries here! If you're unsure if it's okay to request something, just ask. I'll be more than happy to answer! I can't possibly list all the things I'd like to write, so what you're seeing here is just to start.

Fandoms

I'm in dozens of fandoms, so I can't possibly list them all! However, here's all the ones I'll write for the most; if you're unsure if I know some other fandom or not (or feel comfortable writing it), feel free to ask!

Bungou Stray Dogs, Reverse 1999, Milgram, Alien Stage, Chainsaw Man, Vocaloid (if that counts!), My Hero Academia, Hetalia, Gravity Falls, Persona 5, Twisted Wonderland, Jujutsu Kaisen, The Legend of Zelda, Studio Investigrave, Wuthering Waves.

These are the ones I'm most comfortable with writing for because I'm the most familiar with all the characters. :) In terms of specific characters, I don't really have any boundaries in terms of which ones I'll write. I'd like writing for anybody!

IMPORTANT!

Please do not copy, repost, rewrite my work without my own permission. Plagiarism is a serious offense and I'd rather not see my own hard work get claimed by someone else. Thank you, the management.