#This one turned out horribly but I'm too tired to redo it
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no longer counting without you || hanako x reader headcannons(?)/oneshot || Part two bc I can't with that cliffhanger I literally made
God I literally hate myself- after those hc's I really wanted to do a oneshot follow up because I'd end up feeling really bad afterwards
Also I just watched the last video of Stampy's lovely world and I'm crying
Like seriously I'm not even kidding
ANYWAYSSS
Below will include; Angst, Fluff, slightly funny moments, horrible writing lmao
Maybe Hanako made a mistake.
Maybe he should've continued hesitating. If not for just a little bit longer.
Sitting on the windowsill in his bathroom, Yashiro mopping around the floor, staring out the window.
It felt.. increasingly nostalgic. Both the good and bad type.
"Hanako-Kun?" 'Amane?'
He blinked, freezing up. It was just Yashiro. It was just Nene. He turned to her, giving her a confused look.
"...Can I leave for the day?"
He snorted, finding it ironic that he was so tense, like she was about to turn into you or something.
Would she?
"Why do you wanna go home so early on in cleaning? What, another boy asking for a rendezvous in an empty classroom, organizing papers?~" He teased, Yashiro huffed.
"I didn't even go! You threatened me, Hanako-Kun!" She flicked her hair over her shoulder sassily, turning away with the mop in her hand, holding it to her chest and looking up like she was fantasizing.. something.
"I'm going to be meeting up with a new spirit! It's a little white kitty, and they said they were my protector! Uwaa~, I wonder if they can transform into a hot guy and we can fall in love, ehehe~" Yashiro giggled dreamily.
Hanako was.. not amused, to say the least. He jumped down from his place at the windowsill, turning her to face him. "You're going to have to tell me where this 'white kitty' is."
She happily complied. "They said they'd be waiting for me at the entrance of the scho- Hanako-Kun?" And just like that, he was gone.
Blush colored petals falling between an apparition and a cat, gracefully threading through the air like dancers desperate to be seen.
"The cherry blossoms are beautiful, are they not?" The cat would ask calmly, in that all too familiar voice. But he can't be too sure yet. He needs to know whether this milk white feline has overstayed their welcome. They could cause trouble. However harsh he was planning to treat the spirit in front of him, however, died down a bit with just the sound of a voice. He was weak, and he knew exactly why.
'God damnit.'
"You know, I don't think letting yourself in is a good idea, Yōkai. What if you were a Yakubyō gami, hm?" "I am not a Yakubyō gami, nor do I intend to act like one." It politely shut him down. Okay.. Alright. Maybe assuming a Yōkai was a Yakubyō gami was a bit offensive. Next apparition name, then.
"So you're just an apparition then." It nodded. "My job is to protect those who summon me. I do not mean to cause harm in any way by associating with that girl of yours." He couldn't help but perk up at that. There was a tone beneath their words. He just couldn't tell what it was. "Girl of mine? She's simply my assistant." This might be more interesting than he'd ever hoped for.
"And what about you? Do you not have some sort of a human form, or are you too embarrassed to change into it? You seem quite stoic, though.." Does it look like they're laughing? He certainly is. "I.. do. Would you feel more comfortable if I was in it?" He didn't care, really. He talked to Yako on the daily, but.. He was kind of curious.
"I guess so."
He was surprised, to say the least.
Of course it was you. It had to be you.
What did you even do to end up like him?
Why didn't you come by sooner?
He was lost for words, how could he not be? You were standing right in front of him.
His hand twitched.
His leg moved forward.
But he didn't move. He couldn't.
This isn't the first time this has happened. Both as dreams and hallucinations. How can he be so sure? How can you blame him?
He regrets a lot of things. But he has to admit, one of the things he regrets most is leaving you behind.
You're still here though. Your not disappearing, he's not waking up, Yashiro talked about you for heavens sake.
A sob escaped him, taking off in a sprint and tackling you to the ground. God, it's been so long since he's even shed a tear.
Maybe he wasn't alone anymore. No, he wasn't.
He was no longer counting without you.
#god this one took a while-#I don't like it that much lmao#I love him but like#tbhk#jshk#hanako x reader#toilet bound hanako kun#jibaku shounen hanako kun#Oh my fucking god pls just kill me#This one turned out horribly but I'm too tired to redo it#God I hate it
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the beauty of a scar
this is a plasma scene I'm never going to use and/or a fic I'm never going to continue.
@tornoleander @kunshokunsho there you go!!
/!\ TW /!\ : a bit of blood and talk about a scar
(and uh mistakes and all since I didn't really pay attention when writing sorry)
He tried again.
With shaky fingers, he brought the tissue reeking of alcohol to his brow and cheek, hissing when it made contact with the wound. It had already been patched up, but it seemed like it had decided to be unreasonable tonight, forcing him to wake up to a burning sort of pain around his eye. Only to find it bleeding again, some stitches undone.
He knew he should’ve at least waken Zane up to help him out, but he couldn’t.
Not when he was a mess taking care of this one thing.
It was supposed to be a scar already. Why was it opening again?!
He had hoped this rage would’ve been stronger then the sadness inside, but the way his throat tightened, and the salty tears that kept flooding out proved him it wasn’t the case. Therefore, he had decided to take care of it in the kitchen, away and sort of hidden from the others. Since, if had chosen the bathroom, anyone could’ve seen him cry for this stupid wound.
But he couldn’t help it.
It was ugly. And it was made to stay with him forever.
He cared about his appearance. And this? This was just the worst that could’ve happened.
A wound on his face. On his eye. Cutting his eyebrow in half, and letting him with the worst reflection that could’ve ever been. With a sort of pink flesh that revealed through the cut, almost pulsing to his eyes as if to mock him of his incompetence at protecting the most important part of his body.
He had never minded scars, when they were on the rest of his body.
But this?
It was…
Horrible.
He let go of the cloth again, his hands too unstable to do the job, and he sobbed, passing the back of his hand under his runny nose. He hated that. He hated everything.
How was he supposed to look at himself in a mirror after that?
“Kai?”
He jumped out of his skin, and swore, turning around to see who found him.
It was Jay, standing in the doorway with a controller in his hand. He was wearing some kinds of ugly blue and purple pants, and a big sweatshirt, keeping him away from the cold’s harm.
The fire ninja winced; he had completely forgotten it was his favorite game’s tournament lately, forcing him to stay awake late at night to train for the next day. His hair were a mess, and bags under his eyes he was pretty sure he had never even seen Nya with.
Quickly, he wiped the traces of tears under his eyes, biting the inside of his mouth when he passed his palm on his stitches.
“J- Jay.” He cleared his throat. “What do you need-”
“What’s wrong?”
He frowned, looking away from the blue ninja. “Nothing. I’m just redoing some of my stitches.”
“You’re a bad liar when you cry.”
The voice sounded closer, which helped him diminish his surprise when Jay was already next to him, taking in how he looked. He looked tired himself, but concern was clearly visible on his features. He took a stool, and sat next to Kai, determined this time to make him talk.
“What’s actually going on?”
Kai’s lower lip shook, in front of those blue eyes, before he crumbled, and spilled everything out. “It’s horrible.” He didn’t fight the tears that fell down, showing the still bleeding mark with his fingers. “It’s another ugly ass mark that’s never going to leave, and I fucking hate it-”
He was interrupted by the other passing his thumbs under his eyes, getting rid of the tears there, effectively turning his noises into some sort of quiet sniffles with that gentle touch.
Suddenly, Jay’s face was inches from his, blue eyes watching him in an intensity he had only seen him with when it came to video games before. One would think the bags under his eyes would’ve made it look worst, but here, it only added to something close to what Kai felt when it came to witnessing natural beauty from celebrities.
Before he could ask any question, or wonder if the scar was that bad, Jay kissed his eyebrow.
The red ninja’s face suddenly lived up to his color, as the careful lips tried to share with him reassurance, as much as he could. He didn’t move all the while, too scared to suddenly break this moment Jay had created to make him feel comfortable- among other things.
Not that the lightning ninja realized that, obviously.
There was a slight sting, as well, that came with a touched wound barely starting to scar, yet nothing too big. In any other circumstances, he knew he would’ve done something to whine or blame Jay for hurting him too much when there was barely any touch shared. But it wasn’t the case here.
And he enjoyed that. He could feel his muscles relaxing, and quickly enough, his eyes closing for the brief second this eternal moment happened.
All too soon, Jay backed up a bit, probably unaware of how intimate that kiss had felt to Kai. Some of the blood from the reopening had been smeared, he could both feel it on his brow, and see it on the brunet’s lips, almost comically painting the middle of his lips.
The moment was suddenly brought back when Jay smiled, smug of his initiative.
“Does it feel better?”
Kai strangled himself with his words. Was Jay aware?! Was he just playing with Kai?! Or was he on another plane of existence, dozing off and probably thinking he was imagining to himself this very situation with the fire ninja?
Slowly, he tried to come back to himself and answer the question, but with the ability to find words stolen from him, he merely nodded. Jay snickered, like the asshole that he was, earning some sort of groan from the other.
“I think your scar is beautiful.”
And with that, he straightened up, walking away and leaving a very flustered fire ninja to sit alone in the kitchen, with a wound barely patched up.
He tentatively brought shaky fingers up, touching the wound. He hissed when his burning fingers made contact, yet that pleasant tingle seemingly stayed, as if the other had gifted him some kinds of sparkles to make it feel better.
And at the very least, it seemed like it wasn’t bleeding anymore.
#plasmashipping#ninjago plasma#ninjago#ninjago jay#ninjago kai#hat's fics#hat's words#this is poorly written but there you go#I really like those two I'm just bad at writing them sigh#but yeah Jay's the top in this relationship- PFFT#tw blood#tw scar
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Professor! Zayn X reader
(Just an idea that came up in my mind. Warning, this is my first one-shot or whatever they call it, it's gonna be filthy just putting this out there)
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It was another day in uni boring and long. I was tired and moody I couldn't bare anyone bullshit today. my project was broken because of some douche bag who couldn't aim the ball well to his friend and the humiliation I had to go through when I couldn't submit my project.
I head to my art history class last class of the day I usually enjoy it since i like learning about art and the professor is a hottie to be honest i take my seat and the class starts soon after everyone starts to come.
honestly, I wasn't focusing today the Professor was explaining, my body might be in class but it's somewhere else this project I have to rebuild from scratch.
I forgot I was in class until the professor asked me a question.
"Miss Y/L/N are with us?"
I snap out of my daydream "Yes professor what was your question?"
"Who painted the Whistler's Mother?"
"I don't know," I replied with a rude tone I wasn't up to dealing with his ego today.
"if you focused in class maybe you would know," he said mockingly
"maybe next time ask someone who raised their hands I mean that's why we raise them when we know the answer"
okay, I might have taken it too far here I wouldn't be surprised if he kicked me out.
"Miss Y/L/N I need to see you after class."
oh great!
After the class was over, I stayed behind to see why this guy needed me. everyone started leaving till it was empty. I approached his desk, crossing my arms.
"Miss Y/N let's talk in my office so I can show you your grades."
we head to his office that's in the hall I head inside as he closes the door.
"Take a seat darling." he gestures his hands to the seat in front of the desk.
I sit down "Why am I here?"
"I don't know what happened to you Y/N your grades are falling and your attitude is horrible I can fail you for the stunt you pulled today and you won't be able to do anything about it since your grades have been excusing my language absolutely shitty."
Well, this convo isn't what I expected. I know I was falling behind after my break-up with my ex. I was too sad to do my work right, and I fell off the wagon in my studies for a while.
"How bad is it?" I ask feeling guilty I'm this close to finishing my degree and I messing it up for a man with a small dick who couldn't make me finish.
"Your paper on Monalisa was horrible a first year could write better than it, you got a D on it."
he pulled the paper from his drawer putting it in front of me.
"you being disrespectful to me isn't helping it your fate lies on me I could've asked you to redo it to improve it but I will not anymore."
Fucking hell why didn't I just shut my mouth.
"I'm sorry Professor I was just mad when I came to your class some dick ruined my 3-month project and I have to redo it before the deadline which is soo soon and my ex-boyfriend broke up with me because apparently I'm not pretty enough for him and who is he to say that with his small dick he doesn't even take my major seriously which made me mad because art is beautiful and unique and i just didn't have the energy to put my thoughts on the paper and thought submitting anything was better than not doing it at all, I'm sorry can i please just redo it," i say in one breath i can't fail this I cannot I'm gonna have a mental breakdown if he doesn't let me fix this.
"I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do to help you, anymore," he said coldly.
I was about to give up until it hit me nothing but makes men weak like tits and lucky for me my dress was showing enough I just need to bend forward.
I turn my chair to face him and get closer to the table bending down my upper body.
"Please professor, I'll do anything."
I could see his eyes falling on my boobs. He stares at them for a good amount of time, making me get up from my seat, bending my body on the table, getting so close to him. he shifts a couple of times, trying to hide the fact his dick is getting harder.
"Come on professor you won't regret it," I whisper, making my voice seductive. his focus shifts to my face as I bite my lips making it more aware of it.
I grab his hand, taking his index and middle finger into my mouth to suck on, as he holds eye contact. I knew this was definitely working when he moaned my name.
I pull his fingers out "This could be your cock if you want to."
he inhales sharply, looking a bit mad
he grabs my face aggressively, forcing my face up when he stands
"You have no idea what game you're playing here Y/N."
"I think I do, I let you fuck me into oblivion and you give me a good grade."
He lowers his body for his face to be at my level.
"When I fuck you it's gonna be because you beg me too and not because you seek good grades by sucking me off."
"I learned that no man gives orgasms to the woman they only care about their own so I don't think I will ever beg you to fuck me." I chuckle dryly, I stand back up when he lets go of my face. I walk to him behind the desk and grab his tie
"I say take my offer you won't regret it I promise," I smirk at him.
he turns me to my back facing his chest lowers his face to his ears
"I don't think you get it, love," he lowers his hands to the hem of my dress, going past it to touch my inner thighs with his fingertips. his fingers brush through my underwear so close to my clit. I nearly moan when he slides his hand through the side of my underwear, brushing softly through my folds, wetting his fingers with my arousal, and rubbing my clit in circles.
Damn his good
"You will be begging for me."
I couldn't hold back the moan when his digits slipped inside my pussy his fingers curls hitting that spot that no person ever reached not even myself did.
"Zayn." I whimper
"I'm so close." my eyes roll back from the pleasure building up in my stomach.
and just then he stops "Why did you stop!" I let out a frustrated moan
"Beg me first and I will let you finish." could feel His smile through my neck
I hesitate for a bit "Come on love I know you want it." he kissed my neck softly, first making me lean back towards him.
"Please..." I moan
"Please what? I need to know what you want me to do." He sucks my neck.
"I want you to fuck me with your fingers and then bend me over on the table where you take me so hard from behind pulling my hair." i moan at the end, causing a grunt from the details. I most certainly didn't hold back
"Good girl." he kissed my cheeks.
he starts fucking me again with his fingers hitting that sweet spot over and over till my legs shake from the build-up in my lower region I lost my sense of awareness when his thumb circles my clit. I let out a pornographic moan. his so good at it that I will faint.
"Fuck please don't stop." he nods against my neck, in response he starts sucking on my neck marking me.
I lost it when he picked the pace making my legs tremble, causing me to lose my balance. That's when his hands go from my breasts to my waist, making sure I don't fall by pressing me against him.
"Come on let it go I can barely move my fingers your squeezing me so hard, I wonder how that will feel on my cock." He whispers in my hearts biting my ear lobs
I finally reached the peak I'd been dying for and when I let go I started coming down from my high slowly.
my legs eventually gave out
"You tired darling? I'm not done with you yet sweetheart."
he knew that what he was doing was wrong Y/N was his student but he couldn't resist her after her boobs practically spilled out of her dress and the way she whispered and sucked on his fingers made him weak, weak enough to fuck his student.
#zayn malik#zayn 1d#harry styles#zayn imagine#harry styles smut#hs3#louis tomlinson#niall james horan#niall imagine#liam payne#1d fandom#one direction
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