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tokyo-revengers-writings · 2 years

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The Death of Me (Ran Haitani x GN!Reader)

A/n: I AM SO FUCKING PISSED!!! THIS IS MY SECOND TIME TRYING TO WRITE THIS BECAUSE TUMBLR DELETED IT WHEN I WAS ALMOST DONE WRITING THIS. Whatever, just enjoy the Haitani content.

Warnings: Cussing, Angst to fluff, Rindou

Ran’s a heavy sleeper; you became painfully aware of this your first few nights sleeping together. You got used to it after some time. Despite being a heavy sleeper, he never talked in his sleep.

Until one night.

You woke up at some strange hour in the night to Ran twisting and turning in bed; quite a normal occurrence. You were just about to head back to sleep when you heard the mumbling. It wasn’t the type of mumbling that could pass as sleep talk; it was frantic, desperate, and full of emotion.

“Ran?” You whispered, “Ran, baby, wake up.”

The only response that Ran gave was a tearful whimper.

You sat up quickly and brushed the loose hairs on Ran’s forehead aside, “Ran, it’s not real, honey.”

He didn’t budge.

You didn’t want to pour water over Ran, so you opted for the more relaxed alternative. You grabbed the glass of water off the nightstand and dipped Ran’s long fingers into the water.

Ran shot up in the bed, shaking, covered in sweat, and tears streaming down his cheeks. You set the cup down before giving him your full attention.

“Hey, Ran,” You reached for your boyfriend, “You’re safe; everything’s alright.”

“Baby?” Ran turned to face you, his voice trembling, “You’re here?”

“Yes, dear, I’m here.”

“Good, I thought,” Ran wiped his face, “I thought you were…”

Ran never cries in front of others, so when Ran broke down sobbing into his hands, you had no clue what you could do to help him.

“I’m here now, Ran,” You snaked your arm around his figure, “I’ll be with you forever, love. Shhh, it’s alright; I’ve got you now, everything’s fine.”

Ran nestled his face on your shoulder as he cried. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the oldest Haitani; it was clear that whatever happened in his dream must’ve been awful. Not even a minute after Ran began to cry, Rindou burst through the bedroom door.

“You two need to keep it down- oh, shit,” Rindou sat on the bed next to his brother, “You doing alright, big brother?”

Ran didn’t respond. Rindou looked to you for guidance, only to find that you were clueless as well.

Rindou softened his voice, “Whatever happened is over now; you’re safe. You’re with Y/n and me, and we won’t let anything happen to you.”

With a few minutes of Rindou’s soft words and your hand down his back, Ran calmed down.

“You guys can go,” Ran wiped his tears, “I’m fine.”

“‘Fine’ my ass! You’ve been sobbing for the past five minutes; you’re clearly not fine!” Rindou quickly noticed the harshness of his voice, “Shit, I didn’t mean to say it like that. I love you, Y/n loves you, and we want to know that you’re alright.”

You knew how Rindou struggled to express his emotions, so you knew that no matter how harsh his words sounded, he truly meant well for his older brother.

“Rin’s right, Ran,” You brushed more hair off of his face, “We both love you so much, and we both want to see you happy; so please, talk to us.”

Ran shook his head, “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

You looked over at Rindou, but the only response you got was a shrug.

“That’s alright, Ran,” You ran your fingers through his hair, “Think you can go back to sleep?”

Ran chuckled, “Not with 10,000 grams of melatonin.”

“Wanna watch a few movies or something?“ Rindou suggested, “I’ll make some popcorn and I’m sure we can fit a few moves in before we head to work.”

“You two have done enough already; just go back to sleep.”

“You think it’d bother me to watch movies with my family before work?” Rindou scoffed, “I don’t know about Y/n, but that doesn’t sound too bad.”

You shrugged, “I don’t have a problem with it, but if you two make me watch a shitty rom-com, I’m out.”

Rindou grinned, “Oh, I have just the movie for you.”

“If you make me watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days again, I’ll fuck you up for life.”

“Bet.”

“Both of you,” Ran put his arms out, “I get it, you two want me to watch something with you; just please don’t murder each other in the process.”

“You’ll watch some stuff with us?” You tilted his chin to look at you, “It’ll be fun!”

“If it’s the only way to prevent a murder, then sure.”

“Come on,” Rindou groaned, inspecting his brother’s face, “Smile, damnit!”

You reached your other hand over and forced Ran’s lips into a smile, “Look how happy he is, Rin!”

“You two are gonna be the death of me.”

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signedkoko · 3 months

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MMM OKAY OKAY OKAY the brainrot is getting to me and I adore you’re writing, so forgive me if this a bit all over the place!!

Might I order some headcanons (or a full oneshot, if you want ofc) for Alastor and Vox (separate) with a gn partner who is a martial art fiend and seems mostly powerless, but is sort of like a siren? As in, not only can they put subtle amount of power into their voice when talking to persuade or disorient someone, but they can also do a Banshee type scream!

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!

Alastor | Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which your powers aren't all that obvious to the naked eye, and is hidden in your voice. Reader is genderneutral.

You were just another face at the Hazbin Hotel

You helped with anything Charlie, asked, much like an assistant, and focused plenty on the decoration of the hotel

From what he saw, you really weren't much to be cornered about

That in itself concerned him

Every demon had their abilities, but according to you and the others, you were just a normal sinner

But no normal sinner would end up in a place like this for no reason

Alastor always pushed, joked, and teased you about being powerless, almost as if he were taunting you to reveal the truth—to reveal that all along you'd been lying

But you never broke

Not like he minded all that much; you were still lovely to be around, and you weren't as much of a mess as everyone else that wandered the dreary hotel

Even as the two of you grew closer than close, you never gave so much as a hint

He could tell you had something hidden, but at this point he was convinced it was your past or something else beyond your abilities

Until the day a group of demons attacked, looking for him

You'd never been overly protective of the overlord; Alastor could handle himself and hundreds of others at once if he needed to

But they were threatening the hotel, your friends, and your lover

So you stopped Alastor in his tracks, opening a window by the front door and shoving your front half out

The sound that ensued was nothing short of horrifying

Like thousands of layers of screaming voices begging to be released became unchained, and each individual in front of you collapsed

Some had bleeding ears; others were running in desperation as the chorus of voices continued to echo in their minds

Thankfully, you were a great target, because when you turned around, everyone in the hotel was fine

Well, fine in terms of hearing, but they did not look mentally well

Alastor laughs it off and claps, citing how he obviously knew all along that you were so powerful

You'll be in for a long night of explaining to him everything you were hiding

You didn't like to show off your ability that much

It was horrifying and could damage a lot of people if you didn't consider your words carefully enough

So you only sang; it held a bit of power behind it, but at the very least it didn't harm anyone

It just caught attention and helped you get through another day in hell

Singing is what led to you meeting Vox, who frequented the club where you sang on some evenings

He hired you to sing at the club the Vees owned, which meant you ran into him a lot more often and got along extremely well

You revealed your ability to him, but swore off ever using it against people unless necessary

What did he care? Ability or not, you did a great job on stage, and that was all he asked of you as a friend and partner

One evening, during one of your performances which he attended, someone broke into the club

They had guns, and they looked ready to shoot

What else could you have done when they beelined towards Vox?

" Die. "

Your voice came through the mic crystal clear, and in a moment everyone holding guns dropped straight to the floor

There was no pulse, and that evening Vox learned a lot more about you than he had previously

When you are finally private and he has the chance to say anything

" Listen, dear, light of my life—that was hot as fuck, but my patrons are scared shitless right now. "

Author's Note - I love these two, they are too cocky to have an s/o with cool powers but thats okay... Thank you so much for requesting, Damien!!! Love seeing you around 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #vox #vox x reader

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corpsekiller · 10 days

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𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠) — 𝐤.𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

PAIRING. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. hurt/comfort, overuse of quirk, mentions of burns

SYNOPSIS. after pushing himself beyond his limits during training, katsuki tries to deal with the consequences of his actions on his own.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. so, i'm finally back after taking a long break from writing! i honestly didn't plan to disappear without a word, but uni and work were keeping me really busy and i just didn't find the time to write. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little fic! <3

LENGTH. will be added later!

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Everything fuckin' hurts.

His skin is reddened and the palms are blistered, aching and tender to the touch as he fumbles with the first-aid kit, rummaging through the small bag for some bandages to cover his open wounds. The cold water he ran over his sore fingers did little to soothe the pain and Bakugou swallows a broken sob when he finds nothing to stop the cuts from bleeding, tries to blink away the tears that begin to blur his vision as he tosses the first-aid kit across the room and slides down the wall to his knees.

"Katsu, are you in there?"

Your voice makes him flinch. It's muffled behind the closed door, barely audible, but he can still hear the honest concern laced in every word as you call out his name a second time. His heart stumbles in his chest, a treacherous rhythm behind his ribs that begs for help and yet, he can't bring himself to reply no matter how hard he tries — his lips part, but instead of words he finds stones in the hollow of his mouth.

No sound leaves his throat.

You're so pathetic, a voice whispers. It sounds strangely like his own.

For a second, Katsuki stares at the sickeningly white tiles beneath his feet, now stained with the remnants of his blood still oozing from his hand. Deep crimson glints tauntingly back at him, the bitter affirmation of his failure to control his explosive quirk reflecting in each little drop and fuck, he feels another sob shatter his body before he can clasp his bruised hands over his mouth — it makes him want to claw right through his chest, to grab his weakness right by the fuckin' throat and twist its brittle neck to silence it for the rest of his life.

He can't.

"Fuck off," he manages to bark around the stones and buries his face in the crook of his elbow, presses his nose into the sleeve of his of his shirt to suffocate this awful desperation that threatens to climb out his throat. "I'm fine, okay? I don't need your fuckin' help."

It's dreadfully quiet on the other side of the door.

Katsuki's breath hitches in his chest and he listens, counts the seconds — one, two, three, four — but besides the sound of his own thoughts roaring in his head, he can't hear anything else and the realization that tumbles down with this observation feels like a knife being pushed slowly into his flesh.

You left, he thinks bitterly, he finally pushed you away like everyone else. And look, he gets it — for the longest time, that's all he's ever done; shoving people away and hiding behind a carefully constructed facade of unbridled anger. He's only every held out his hands to destroy, to crush and win and maybe now, his actions finally return to haunt him in his weakest moment.

It doesn't matter that he caught a glimpse of hope when he first met you, that he thought he finally found someone who'd only laugh at his harsh comments and tell him to calm down, I know you don't mean it with an amused smile—

You left anyway, he reminds himself. It's probably for the best.

Then, a sigh.

"You're so stupid," you retort on the other side of the door, though there's no bite in your insult. "I know you can handle yourself, but I'm not leaving you in this state, even if I have to sit here all night."

Your voice cracks and his name lingers on the tip of your tongue, sweet and soft, never falling from your lips. "C'mon, let me in."

Instinctively, he gives in.

"Alright," Bakugou replies hesitantly. "Come in, but don't... Just don't fuckin' laugh at me, alright." It's a pathetic attempt to hide the pain behind a mask of unjustified anger, he knows, but he can't let you see him like this without putting up a miserable fight. It feels like he's been stripped of any dignity he's been feigning to hold on the span of his broad shoulders, like he's been reduced to nothing but an incurable ache that clings to his broad shoulders like a shadow under the scorching midday sun.

He's not even sure you heard him, words barely above a whisper, but then the door opens and you enter. With careful steps, you come closer and crouch down, your knees hitting the cold tiles with a soft thud. Immediately, Katsuki slumps against the wall, caving his shoulders into himself to escape your eyes studying his face, gaze wandering over his features as your brows crease in worry.

He hates it.

And yet, he doesn't move when you wordlessly wrap your hands around his wrists and gently turn them to observe the burns littering his bruised skin. There's a certain kind of caution in the way you touch him, something so utterly gentle, as if you're fuckin' scared of hurting him and Bakugou curses your stupid display of affection — no one ever handled him with such care before.

So, he grits his teeth and tears his gaze away from you. It's just too much, the way you look at him.

"Y'know, you shouldn't push yourself like that."

He almost barks out a laugh. The sharpness of a cynical retort burns on the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to spit it out, but you're quick to cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up for a second, 'kay?" It's almost as if you expected him to argue. "Listen, I get it. I really do. I know why you always push yourself in every training session until you're about to pass about, why you always strive for perfection and overexert your quirk, but this... on the long run, this will only lead you to your early grave."

"You don't know shit," he snarls. Like a wounded animal, he fears kindness, yet he craves it. Touching you makes him want to pull away and yet, he stays frozen, unable to move, because the moment you let go he's sure the pain of his burns will pull him back into the abyss he's been fighting his way out of for what feels like an eternity and he—

He can't give up now.

So instead, he just studies your expression — thoughtful, gentle, concerned. He feels his face heat up as his fingers tremble in your gentle grasp, itching with the urge to fumble with something, anything in means of distraction. He doesn't mind the lack of space — in fact, he finds it almost soothing to feel how close you are, but he's so vulnerable beneath your eyes that his mind screams at him to run if it means you won't look at him in this way again.

"I'm not judging you, Katsu," you mumble, sensing his unease. Your thumb draws small circles on the inside of his wrist, right where his pulse flutters beneath his skin. "But even the best of us need a break every once in a while. It's not a sign of weakness to ask for help, really."

Somehow, his shoulders relax.

"No one will judge you, I promise. So why don't we head to the nurse and let her take a look at your burns?"

It is almost instinctively that he desires to lean into your gentle touch, and remember this fragile feeling for the rest of his life — Katsuki finds a different kind of healing, now that he lets his walls crumble down in your embrace.

"Okay," he whispers and shakily pushes himself to hid feet.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou imagine #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x fem!reader #boku no hero academia #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n

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hcuyk · 9 months

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SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

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sosobunnyw · 23 days

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can you do rindou with a reader who has adhd?? tyy

ᥫ᭡. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

HIS LOVE FOR YOU

rindou x reader, OOC RINDOU, what does it feel like to be rin’s partner, genderneutral reader, sorry i don’t have adhd, so might not the best representation. SHORT

•Being in couple with rindou was great, and funny. you had a rather special relationship, you argued often but it was all sarcasm. Both of you didn’t mean you words. It felt like a frenemies trope, the first time being friend.

•He treat you, like normal and decent person, he didn’t mind your adhd depise your hyperactivity, and even if you couldn’t stay still or do task he sometimes asked. Well, you can be stubborn often ‘cause you interrupt conversation and others.

•Also, he doesn’t really care about PDA. when he wants to give you affection in private, he does it in private. We can say it depends on his mood. But if he wants to show who you belong to, or if you get too close to someone he will show pda.

•he didn’t want you to get in any gang, but it’s too late. You often injures yourself in fight against your oppenent. Not because you’re unable to stay still but because you don’t think before acting and you being careless. You always, rushed headlong.

• "I don’t want you dead, by the end of the night." sarcasms was in his voice, he stared down at you with arrogance, a smirk across his lips. You bited your upperlips "help me instead !" you spoke, unable to keep your voice in your throat, you know he was joking with you.

• he does comments on your adhd, with sarcasm.

• If you get along with his twin brother, he would mind both of you building a friendship but dont he doesn’t want you to get yourself too close to his brother.

• Depise your adhd, he likes you truly and genuiely (??)

A/N; It feels like It looks like more ran than rindou Help ???

#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #rindou x reader #rindou x male reader #rindou haitani

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cinnamon-galaxies · 5 months

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Jealousy and Principles (Obi-Wan x reader)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Jealousy, light swearing, dispute

Summary: The reader is a former Jedi who's left the order many years ago! You and Obi-Wan are on a mission to obtain information from a high-ranking Separatist. In a cantina, which according to rumors is supposed to be his retreat, you decide to use advantage of your flirty skills which awakes jealousy in Obi-Wan.

Words: 1.4k

A/n: This is my first Obi-Wan x reader one shot. English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any possible grammar or spelling mistakes! But I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you're interested in a part two!

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Thick, hot air hit you as you and Obi-Wan entered the cantina. The noise of loud voices talking over one another, laughing, and loudly clinking drinks was a stark contrast to the quiet outside on the near-empty streets of the small town on the Outer Rim planet you visited. You and Obi-Wan had a mission to complete, as there were rumors that this cantina was the home retreat of a high-ranking Separatist who was hiding information useful to the Republic.

“I think we should order a drink,” you said as you and Obi-Wan sat down at a table in one of the corners of the room.

Obi-Wan's eyebrows furrowed critically. But before he could say anything, you continued. "To blend in with the other guests."

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. He didn't seem too keen on the idea because he knew you were someone who was likely to take a look too deeply into the glass. But after all, you were undercover. Disguised in civilian clothing, you might look like ordinary citizens but anyone who sat in a cantina without drinking anything gave a questionable impression—at least to the staff.

You looked around and raised your hand as you made eye contact with one of the waiter droids. His cylindrical form rolled towards your table and made a loud beeping noise.

“Two of those blue drinks, please,” you ordered and the droid beeped again and then rolled away.

"That guy over there with the gray jacket and the beard. That must be him," Obi-Wan stated, pointing with his chin at a small group of humans and aliens chatting and enjoying their drinks.

You followed his nod and located the group he was talking about. Your eyes scanned every single face, not only to identify the target, but also to check out his companions. They seemed inconspicuous. Like normal civilians. It was the same disguise you and Obi-Wan wore. But since you and Obi-Wan had both saved an image of the Separatist on your data pads, you knew exactly that this man, sitting in a group like a normal person, was unmistakably the target you were looking for.

"He looks much more attractive in real life than in the photo," you said jokingly, your eyes not leaving your target's frame. Tob be honest, he was surprisingly handsome. What a shame he was one of the bad guys, you thought.

By staring at the strange man, you didn't notice Obi-Wan grimacing. "I don't think that-" he started, but was interrupted by the arrival of the beeping waiter droid that brought your drinks.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the little droid as you took your drinks from his tray. They were way bigger than expected. Not as usual as in a small glass, but more like a whole cocktail. With a shallow smile on your lips, you toasted Obi-Wan and took the first sip. Your throat immediately burned as the strong liquid ran down your esophagus and you immediately felt even warmer than you already were in the hot canteen. Then your gaze slid back to the separatist and his handsome face. And that's exactly what gave you an idea. "I know how we can get information out if him," you stated.

Obi-Wan took his glass to his mouth as he listened.

“I’m going to seduce him,” you explained.

Obi-Wan paused his sip, on the verge of choking. “Excuse me?” he asked incredulously, feeling his heart beat going faster.

"You heard me right. If there's one thing that can influence a man, it's a charismatic, stupidly-faithful Y/G."

Obi-Wan, far from enthusiastic about the idea, didn't respond. The tension in him was obvious, but you didn't notice. You were far too convinced that your plan would be successful.

"Y/N-," Obi-Wan began, but by then you were already standing up, pushing the empty chair to the table and walking over to the Separatist.

Obi-Wan sighed. Clutching his drink tightly, he took a sip and watched you on the way to that man. He couldn't quite explain what he was feeling as he observed from a distance as you sat down next to the target and engaged in a flirtatious conversation. He struggled to reconcile the mission's necessity with the unsettling feeling that gnawed at his core. All of this felt so wrong to him. In many ways. Of course he was aware of the fact that you weren't a Jedi and haven't been for many years. So the rules of the order didn't apply to you. But the uncharted territory of your alliance collided with the principles deeply ingrained in his Jedi upbringing and his jaw tightened.

The melody of your hauntingly enchanting voice reached Obi-Wan's ears. He wasn't able to understand a single word you said from his distance so his mind made up it's own conversation between you and the separatist that was both exaggerated and also not very unlikely to happen. After all, Obi-Wan knew who you were and what you were capable of.

His chest hurt in a way it never hurt before as a feeling of jealousy covered his senses. Shocked by his own thought he took nother sip from his drink, his hand trembling as he reached for the glass. He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be. His inner conflict definitely had to have something to do with his Jedi principles and your inappropriate behavior.

Obi-Wan watched you lean far towards the target. A seductive smile on your face underlined the shimmer of excitement in your eyes. You seemed to be truly interested in the separatist's narration, in a way that exceeded the whole idea of the mission and your attempt to seduce information out of him. And the Jedi fcking hated it.

It felt like the whole night has passed when you finally stood up from your seat next to the separatist and strolled back to Obi-Wan.

"I was successful," you said with a slight smile on your face, your cheeks still red from the flirty conversation.

Obi-Wan, who still suffered from the echo of that awful wrenching feeling in his guts, didn't give any attention to what you just said. Instead he took a deep breath and shot his blue eyes to yours. "Was that really necessary?" he asked with a bitter tone underlining his voice.

"What do you mean?" you replied confused not understanding what was wrong with your success.

Obi-Wan stared at you with a cold expression and a feeling of discomfort and concern awoke deep inside your chest. "The flirting."

You blinked twice as you stated at him with confusion and before you were able to open your mouth Obi-Wan continued his examination. "This was not the Jedi way. You just broke the code in one of the most inappropriate ways possible and went against the most important of my Jedi principles."

The moment his words entered your brain the feeling of concern turned into anger. "Are you kidding me?" you replied harshly. "I just degraded myself by flirting with one of our biggest enemies and you're sitting here being displeased by my practices instead of being satisfied with the outcome? I'm not a Jedi, Obi-Wan!"

"But you've been a Jedi before," Obi-Wan stated.

You took s sharp breath, furious because of his absolutely dim-witted stubbornness. "And?What's the point of your arguments? I've left the order years ago and you, out of everyone, should know best that I don't give a damn shit about neither the code nor the Jedi principles!"

"And that's exactly the problem!" Obi-Wan replied, his voice becoming louder. You saw a flash of anger in his eyes and felt even more offended by his audacity to criticize you for breaking a code you don't follow while he, in the exact same minute, did the same by letting himself be guided by his emotions.

You took a deep breath before calming your voice to a level that reflected both your weariness towards this conversation and your feeling of disappointment because of the ungratefulness the Jedi confronted you with. "You knew exactly what I am when we started our alliance."

With those words you left the cantina ans entered the darkness of a starless night. You felt like even talking to a wall would have a more productive outcome than this conversation. Obi-Wan was supposed to be a good friend of yours but right now your efforts don't seem to be appreciated. And it also doesn't seem like he truly accepts you for who you are.

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zyonsay · 8 months

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Tired as hell

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Warnings: Being a Line cook sucks, Smoking, Intimacy, Eeby Jeebies

Reader: Genderneutral

Song i listened to while writing: "Lost soul down x Lost soul" by NBSPLV

AN: Hi theree :] Y'all voted for Hobie, y'all get Hobie! I will probably also post a Ghost fic soon, since i already have an idea about what i wanna write! But for now i hope y'all can enjoy this one! Also Fun Fact: The part where i write reader washing salad, that was me today. I was so friggen annoyed by this green piece of shit. Anyways darlings, love y'all! <3

You were washing some salad as your last task for your shift. You kept glancing over to the cheap clock hanging on the kitchen wall above the vacuum sealer. Your shift had already ended, but you wanted to get this stuff done so the others wouldn’t have to finish your work. You worked as a line cook in an 80s Themed diner and were stressed whenever entered the establishment. You loved your colleagues, but the constant nagging of the servers and the regular verbal abuse of your executive chef Jerry really annoyed you.

“I’m out guys!”, you yelled over the loud sizzling of the Beef patty on the grill. You laid the salad into the metal bowl next to you. “Bye darlin’!”, hollered one of the workers.

You left through the back, stepping into the cool Londoner night air. A chill ran down your spine, you’ve been standing in that unbearably hot kitchen for too many hours. You lit a cigarette and started walking home. All you wanted to do now is to flop on your bed and sleep. But you urgently needed to shower first and there was a big possibility that your bed was covered in dirty clothes, so you’d have to move those out of sight too. You suddenly felt someone grab your shoulders and in fear of being shanked by a drunk Brexit geezer you immediately spun around and punched the person right into their stomach.

“FUCKIN’ HELL, Y/N- “, you now saw that you punched your boyfriend Hobie and immediately spilled thousand and thousands of apologies. “Oh my god I’m so sorry sweetheart!”, you put your hand on the hunched over figure, trying to comfort him about the pain you inflicted. “You pack a real good punch mate”, Hobie chuckled with a pain-stricken face. He straightens his posture, seemingly recovered from the pain. You both start walking again, Hobie stealing a cig from you since he always forgets to take any along. And obviously he also forgot to bring a lighter, so you gave him yours with a small grin. He then shot you a toothy smile. “Thanks!”

You were fiddling with your keys, desperately wanting to go sleep. Your partner was standing behind you, pressing a small kiss to your neck. “I’m sweaty.”, you stated as you scrunched your nose. “We’ll shower and then go to bed dear.” Hobie gave you a quick peck to the cheek. You finally found the right key and opened the door of your apartment. You threw your bag on the floor and stripped your boots off, Hobie doing the same.

Hobie began walking towards the bathroom, you followed him in a sleepy manner. You both got rid of your clothes, dumping them in a corner of the room, as you cannot be asked to deal with them now. You tell yourself that you’ll put them aside tomorrow, knowing damn well you won’t. You and your boyfriend hop in the shower and begin lathering up your bodies with showering gel that smells way too yummy. Hobie lets his hands wander, giving you gentle squeezes on your hips, shoulders, and ass. You jokingly roll your eyes at his cheeky actions, allowing your head to lean against his shoulder. He pulls you into a gentle kiss, caressing your face softly. “Your shoulders feel tense.”, he mumbled quietly. He slowly spun you around and began massaging your shoulders, earning groans from his beloved boyfriend.

After you both rinsed off the soap, you stepped out of the shower, reaching desperately for the towel. You got sleepier by the minute and struggled to keep your eyes open. Hobie gently led you to the bedroom, disposing of all the clothes lying on your bed. He brought you one of his T shirts and a pair of underpants, handing them to your tired self. You dropped the towel and got dressed. Then you flopped into the patterned sheets, burying yourself in them. Your boyfriend let out a quiet chuckle and laid down, pulling you into his arms. He began caressing your back, knowing you love his soft touches. Hobie then nuzzled into the creek of your neck, getting all cozy and comfy. Your breathing fell into a peaceful rhythm as you finally fell asleep in your boyfriends’ arms.

“Love you.”

#gay #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x gn!reader #atsv

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their-love · 1 year

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Nightmare on the train

First chapter in a long story I'm working on over the summer (along with the requests)

For this chapter it's genderneutral!reader x Fred Weasley

Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Fred, George, Harry, Ron

Summary: Reader has a nightmare, freaks out, panic attack / anxiety attack, comfort from the Weasley's

Warning: use of "love" towards reader, nightmare, (short) mention of abuse, panic attack

Words: 1302

See end for A/N

“Get back here you useless little…” a man yelled at the top of his lungs. He had his arm raised above his head, ready to strike the second the young girl was within reach.

“Yes, father,” the young child said in a whisper. They stood tall and kept their face neutral even though they knew what awaited them. Without warning he struck their cheek, making them fall to the ground with sheer force.

“You useless little half-breed!” he yelled, standing above their small figure.

”All you had to do was follow my directions and this could had been avoided,” the man whispered in a creepy tone. Slowly he undid his belt, watching as his child's eyes widened in fear.

With one quick movement, they awoke and sat up. Their body shook with the intensity of their ragged breathing. The blood pounded in their ears. Their heart thudded too harshly in their chest, feet and hands tingled. They needed to get out of the compartment. They had to breathe.

“Are you alright?” a voice asked. Not having realised they weren't alone, they crawled into the corner of the room. Their breathing momentarily stopped.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” the young boy said raising his hands up, palms out in surrender. The young child, with dark coloured eyes, took a long, slow breath. They eyed the door and then the boy. Without a word, without taking another breath, they went for the door. As it slammed shut behind them, they rounded the corner out of sight.

Left in the compartment were three concerned looking Gryffindors. Two young boys with red hair, obviously twins, shared a look. The last girl, with gorgeous black hair, stared at the door with a longing expression.

“Think it’s best to give them some space. If they're not back in ten, I’ll go check on them,” one of the twins said in a sombre tone, letting his head lean back against the wall. The others murmured in agreement before sitting back as well.

As the small bathroom door slammed shut behind them, they fell to the ground, still shaking as if soaking wet in the winter weather. Heart wrenching sobs escaped their body as they held their cramping stomach. They might as well had been drowning in the ocean with the feeling of being under water, rather than laying on the cold floor of the train towards another year at school. As their hands began to spasm and the walls seemed to close in on them, they hastily pushed themselves out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

The loud sound of the door slamming open and then shut caught the attention of students in the nearby compartments. One young boy with jet black hair stuck his head out and looked around. As his eyes caught the sight of the child sitting on the floor, clutching their abdomen, and wheezing he immediately walked towards them.

“Are you alright?” he asked, internally kicking himself for asking that when they were quite obviously not. The child only reacted by scrambling further away from him, their eyes blinded with unshed tears.

“Harry? What’s going… Y/N?” a young red head said as he walked out of the same compartment as the black haired boy. A liquorice wand fell out of his mouth as he realised what was going on.

“FRED! GEORGE!” he yelled in panic. Within seconds more curious heads looked out of the various compartments on the train. Two familiar red heads ran down the hallway at the mention of their names. Both stopped dead in their tracks at the horrid sound of shallow, frantic breaths.

“Right. Everyone back into your compartments. NOW!” George said in a tone of authority despite being a third-year student.

“You too, Ron,” he added spinning around to look at his younger brother. Most other students followed his orders and retreated, giving them some privacy. Ron took hold of Harry’s shirt and dragged him into the compartment without a word.

Fred had in the meantime kneeled next to his friend. In a gently tone he informed them of him putting his hand on their shoulder. At first, they recoiled, but soon after relaxed a bit, using his gentle touch as an anchor.

“Y/N, love. Listen to my voice, alright. You are on the train towards Hogwarts. You are not there, trust me,” Fred said as he watched them take in short rapid breaths while fidgeting with the jewellery around their neck.

“You are surrounded by me, your Fred - and George. You’ll be ‘right. Just take a deep breaths, please,” he said, trying his best to sound like his mother last time something similar had happened when they had visited the Burrows.

Shortly after he took hold of their hand and placed it on his chest after explaining his actions. “Follow my breathing, love,” he whispered.

They let their hair fall out of the braid with shaky fingers. It shadowed over their face, hiding the pained expression and tears as they tried their best to follow his steady rhythm of breathing. In and out, in and out.

After a while, Fred felt their body shift all its weight onto him. He slumped against the wall and pulled them in for a hug. Y/N melted into his side and let the last few tears fall before closing their eyes.

“They're asleep,” Fred informed his brother, who was standing a few feet away, trying his best to be supportive without smothering any of them. George simply nodded, turned around and left. Fred let out a long shaky breath. His specialty was fun and pranks, not pain and sorrow. Befriending the young (YOUR HOUSE) in their second year had turned his world upside down. Not only did he have to deal with the bashing there came with a YOU HOUSE/Gryffindor friendship, but he also had to deal with the broken side of the young (BADGER/RAVEN/SNAKE/LION). All the good moments outweighed the bad, no doubt. The broken moments still left him hollow and sad on their behalf.

A few minutes after the twin had left, he returned with a blanket and a water bottle. Without a word he draped the fuzzy red blanket around their young friend and left the bottle next to his brother. The twins shared a comforting look before George left them alone again. Fred rubbed his hands up and down the length of their arm in a soothing motion, feeling how even in their sleep they relaxed more.

They woke to someone nudging an elbow into their side. Annoyed, they groaned into the sweater of the boy holding them. The body shook as a gently laugh filled their ears. Slowly, looking up, they stared into the eyes of no other than their best friend. He smiled warmly down at them.

“We need to get our robes on, or Minnie will have our heads,” he said in his usual happy tone. Mumbling bad words, Y/N got up from the floor, stretched their aching body and extended a hand to their friend. Fred happily took the offered hand and once standing pulled them into a hug.

“Let’s have a good year, love,” he whispered into their hair as they rested their arms around his waist. To them, he had the perfect height. A head taller than them made him the perfect hugger as their head would fall to his chest. That way they could feel the steady beating of a healthy heart. Something that had always made them calmer.

“As long as the pranks don’t suffer, I wouldn’t mind a quit year,” they mumbled into his chest, causing him to laugh again.

“The pranks will never go away, my little one. George and I will make sure of it,” he said as he dragged them towards their compartment again.

A/N: This is actually chapter one of an old story I'm planning on continuing at some point this year (hopefully this summer). It's just been adapted to being genderneutral reader instead of a female as its originally intended.

SO, if I accidentally missed anything that makes it gendered, PLEASE, let me know and I'll immediately try to right the wrong!

Or any other mistakes. I LOVE to learn and won't get offended if explained nicely and in a useful way. Hate won't be tolerated here!

Let me know what you think?

#Fred Weasley x reader #Fred x reader #Weasley x reader #Harry Potter #Panic attack #nightmare #fanfic #fanfic writing #reader #hurt/comfort

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megumifushigurooo · 5 months

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boyfriend!mingi x genderneutral!reader

*disclaimer: this is my first tumblr story, bare with me here 💔*

Mingi was your famous boyfriend of 3 years. He was an energetic person, always making sure you felt loved.

He ran up to you before he went on tour, hugging you super tightly and burying his face into the crook of your neck. On day's like these, he'd miss you incredibly since he'd be gone for so long. Planting kisses all over your face and whining like a child.

On tour, he called you so frequently whenever he could, and would tell you all about what happened and everything he saw and experienced. Watching his eyes light up as he talked to you about these special things to you, you were in a trance. He was so beautiful.

But what you never told him, was that you actually planned a week before his tour actually began, and got tickets to one of his concerts.

Mingi and all other members did their part in the show, every movement and vocal Mingi made was so dazzling. He was so flexible, his voice smooth as honey. How did you ever get so lucky?

After performance, while he was resting in a deep trance, calling your phone then hearing it ring behind him.

He called out your name, getting up to his feet and hugging you tightly, asking you lots of questions like "Did you like it?" "Did I do good?" "Aren't I handsome?" Etc, etc.

After his glamorous tour, he finally went back home and collapsed onto his bed, practically crushing you from how tightly he hugged you and kissed your face.

His face bright red, he muttered out;

"I love you."

#mingi x you #ateez mingi #song mingi #song #mingi #mingi x y/n #mingi x reader #gender neutral reader #boyfriend #ateez #ateez fanfic #mingi fanfic #i love you

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tokyo-revengers-writings · 2 years

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Sweet Still Silence (Ran Haitani x GN!Reader Oneshot)

A/n: This was fun to write. It's kinda short, but I think you'll like it.

Warnings: Overall angst

A small flicker of light entered your room from your slightly ajar door. It danced upon the wall in such a way where you couldn’t help but ask yourself,

“What the fuck is going on out there?”

You slipped out of bed and peeked your head ut the door, only to find something you least expected. Ran was slumped forward on the couch, his head buried in his hands as shaky breaths left his soft lips.

“Ran?” You mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes, “Why are you up this late.”

Ran quickly stood, “Shit! Did I wake you up or something?”

You shook your head, “No, no, it wasn’t you. You okay?”

“I’m alright, darling,” Ran flashed a small smile, “No need to worry; go back to sleep.”

“Ran, honey, you’re pale,” You stepped forward and cupped his face in your hands, “You’re sweating too; did something happen?”

Ran chuckled and put his hands over yours, “I’m alright, dear. Stop worrying about me so much.”

You closed your eyes and enveloped yourself in Ran’s senses. The heat radiating off his hands onto yours, the scent of his cologne that lingered on his neck; it was all too real.

When you opened your eyes, Ran was gone. You were alone, cold, in your bed, and that same flicker of light loomed outside your door, taunting you with the thought of Ran. You got out of bed slowly, feeling the floor sink beneath your feet.

“Ran?” You called, opening the bedroom door, “You here?”

Before the question escaped your lips, you knew the answer.

Ran was gone.

“No,” You mumbled, making your way to the candles you lit that night, “no, no no, he was just here; he has to be!”

There it was. Ran’s picture on the shrine, surrounded by flickering candlelight,

“No! Ran was right here!” You fell to the floor, screaming through your tears, “Why, damnit! He was so young! I loved him!”

His warmth still lingered on your fists as you pounded the floor below and screamed until you couldn’t. Your hot tears pooled onto the tile beneath you; a sentiment to your pain.

“Ran,” your voice was hoarse from screaming, “I love you so much; you know that, right?”

Silence. Just as you expected.

“It’s been months, but I still think about you every single day. I know you’re watching over me, but you don’t need to worry.”

Silence.

“Everything’s been going fine, sure there are days, but it’s nothing I can’t manage,” You leaned against the wall and smiled, “The one you need to worry about is Rin.”

Silence.

“He’s been distraught ever since the accident. He needs you more than ever, Ran.”

Silence.

“I miss you more than ever, love,” You closed your eyes, “I know we’ll see each other again someday; it’s my reward for living so long without you.”

Silence..

“I’ll go see you tomorrow, Ran. I bought something that I think you’ll like.”

Silence…

“Goodnight, Ran. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Sweet, still silence.

~~~

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signedkoko · 3 months

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Orders Up!

Looks like someone requested a.. squints eyes at notepad Vox xReader who’s VERY out of touch with technology! They BARELY know what a ‘phone’ is, and have absolutely no idea what his head could be other than an oddly shaped box. Maybe they lived in the Forrest in their past life?

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which you don't get what this whole fuss about technology is, but you'll try it for Vox. Reader is genderneutral.

When you first arrived in hell, a lot came as a surprise

Going from the snowy mountains of solitudal living to the middle of the first city you'd ever been to was a lot to handle

Overwhelming, really

You know about the world and what's outside; you've seen photos in books, but you were never interested in it

So here you were, surrounded by the humming of electricity and the loudness of cars—music blasting at every corner

It was a lot

You and Vox met many years later, though you'd found yourself a quieter place to settle, you were still close enough to the bustle to run into people, and run into people you did

Well, he kind of forced it- Vox thought you were just the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, so he ran straight into you and played it off as 'clumsiness' when he caught you

You'd seen a lot of things in hell, but whatever he was wearing on his head was just strange

He'd meet with you frequently outside of his work hours, and he's probably blown away at how you don't know him or anything about the Vees!

" I mean, not to brag or anything, but I kind of run all of television. "

" Tele...vision? "

" No fucking way. "

Hes then asking what you thought his head was, and hes almost crying from how hard hes laughing when you can only answer with shapes

Though I think he enjoys the refreshing feeling of meeting someone with no expectations about what or who he is

Even when he tries to give you his personal number, he's surprised when you say you don't have a phone

Jesus, you really weren't kidding.

He will set you up with everything you need—I mean, who better to give you tech assistance than the very CEO himself?

You get only the newest, the best, although you don't really get how to make use of it, which kills him at least a bit inside

Probably makes custom shortcuts for you so you don't have to navigate too much because, Jesus, are you ever bad at it?

God forbid you ever move in, Vox is actually stressing so hard on how you'd cope with all the smart home features his building has.

Author's Note - You may be dumb but he love syou so very much...to be fair he couldn't survive a day without tech so thank god you're adapting to him!

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #vox #vox x reader

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hcuyk · 9 months

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SYNOPSIS : changmin loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!changmin x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features the boyz as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : @stealanity @yourjaylaks @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @armysantiny @changminurheart @moonieric @sunfics @deputyjuyeon @simpforsunwoo @nyujjan @i6swoo @karsohn @nilesig @twentysixofmays @changmin-wrlds @mavericsohn @lisori @nanamioo @enhacolor @kyswoo @sunwoahkim @jaerisdiction @yunkiwii @ja4hyvn @choielyssa @crazywittysassy @yenart @sleepymoon27 @st1ngrayz — lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : to all the patient people who stuck with me for two years and waited for this very moment. i never thought this was going to happen, but here we are. jeonghan's teaser will release twelve hours from now

K. COLLECTION [J.CM] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Changmin missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Changmin, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Changmin! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Jichang. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

it isn't a vae fic if there isn't angst Y'ALL AREN'T ESCAPING 👹👹 if i take longer than a week with this fic, i'll post a second (happier) teaser

it's been two years guys!! i'll be surprised if anyone sees this at all. if you do, please reblog and share, or even give me some support/hype in the comments. i want everyone who wanted a happy ending to see this <3

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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Could you do the gift series for Shinso?

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! 🤍 I would love to do this one, he’s actually one of my favorites! 🤭🤍I did take this in a different direction from my past ones. It’s more so a concept then gift but I do like it. Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted tho. OH the reader also their ears pierced - if you don’t just imagine them(the earrings) as being magnet ones! Feel free to leave request!

💝Gifts To and From🐈‍⬛

Hitoshi Shinso x GenderNeutral Reader

Part 4, 3, 2, 1 FLUFFF

I feel like he would buy you mittens. They would be soft, thick, and warm. Like you can tell they’re expensive by just the look of them. They're wool, with soft insides. They’re indigo, that beautiful dark purple-blue with black stitching..

Shinso is an underground hero, he takes night patrols quite often and notices you on those nights. You’ll walk his route, stopping by a certain bus stop to see him. He’s scared you a few times, his capture weapon wrapping around your mid section before you’re enclosed in his arms.

There was one instance he tried to pull the spider man kiss thing- yeah no that didn’t work out well. His scarf, which was wrapped around his leg and arm- unraveled. You heard an ‘oof’ and then saw him on the ground, sitting with his scarf around him.

He realized then, when your icey hands touched his face, that he needed to get youmittens

Shinso also likes to get big- like huge - sweatshirts. It’s an inside joke- one you're still kinda embarrassed at. It was back when you both were still at UA. You hadn’t slept in days and where so dazed that you didn’t notice your boyfriend wasn't under a huge blanket, no- it was an oversized sweatshirt. (The one you order him- in the wrong size) Shinso, to his credit, did put his hands on your shoulder to try and push you off, saying:

“Kitten I don’t think-“

“Herg!” You had protested,m.

You only realize your mistake when you could get your head threw the top of the blanket... but you had been to exhausted to care at that moment. You just collapsed on his toned chest, your cheek pressing into his pec. His hands ran over your back. “Huh, tired kitten? Don’t worry, you can stay there. Actually, it's kind of comfortable.” Your arms wrapped around his toned body as you fell asleep.

Nowadays though, with the size of his body(specifically his chest and arms in this case) it’s frickin HARD to find a sweatshirt that can fit both of you. With either you laying on him or the other way around. So when he does find one, it’s exciting.

You make his heart beat so fast when you lay against him like that.

You’re so close.

You trust him- you talk to him

His Lock Screen, to your horror, is a picture of you inside his hoodie. Your face smushed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you sleep. He took the picture from the top, having to angle his phone in the neck hole to get it. He knows you don’t exactly like it- but you stopped saying anything when he told you why he had it as his Lock Screen.

“I like seeing you every time I check my phone. No matter what message I get, I get to see your pretty face kitten. It makes it better.”

Shinso also has a thing for jewelry. It's a way to express himself more. He hid his style and personality a lot in his early days at UA. A powerful fear and disgust about being called a villain… especially since his style is less then bright and pastel-y he never really learned his likes and dislikes in fashion and self-expression.

It started with rings: you watched him pick them up and try them before leaving the booth that was selling them. You got him those.

He didn’t take them off.

You also got him a shiny obsidian ring as well. The words ‘I Love You’ engraved on it.

You smiled at him, the sweet, bright smile when he bought himself his first set of string bracelet. You grabbed his wrist later on that night when: “They look really nice on you Shin.” You had said, kissing his inner wrist. Yeah, he turned beat red- but damn he felt… confident? Good?

You motivated him- and kinda forced him to go through with it when he told you he wanted to get his ears pierced. He had wavered a bit at the door to the pricing place.

He and you have a matching set of clay cat earrings you got him. They’re orange tabby cats with little googly eyes. Your Home Screen is of you, hanging on his shoulders. Your faces are pushed together so the camera can get your matching earrings.

You asked him a couple of months about what he wanted for his birthday… he told nothing. You got him the best gift- you gave him was your support and love. Without that…. He never would have grown.

#bnha shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x y/n #bnha headcannons #shinso fluff #bnha fluff #bnha fanfiction #💝gifts to and from💝#💝#fluff #bnha x reader #bnha requests #request #🪴request/ questions🪴

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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The Beginning of Something Big

Viktor x genderneutral!reader

Word count:1.0k

Warnings:none basically, it's fluff

Summary: You find a strange note written by Viktor, that says you should come immediately...

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Come immediately.

That's what his note said. Along with a location. It was the giant bridge, that connected Piltover with the Undercity. I was wondering what the hell, he wanted there. I hope, he didn't plan to pay the Undercity a visit again, anytime soon. The last time, he went there, alone I might add, it ended in a disaster, the entire bridge had been closed off.

So naturally, I was worrying about him. I always worried about Viktor. He had a talent for getting himself into trouble. Intentional or not.

So, as I was making my way through the empty streets of Piltover, only occasionally encountering a cop or a pedestrian, my mind was racing. I almost slipped and fell multible times, before I finally reached the bridge.

It seemed rather empty. Not a single soul was to be seen. I could only make out a few cargo ships, making their way out into the open sea or towards the save haven of Piltover.

My head shot up as I heard a scream, that suspiciously sounded like Viktor. I promptly made my way across the bridge, looking for everything and anything. My heart stopped for a second, as I saw a figure standing a few meters away from the passage to the Undercity. At first, I thought it was Viktor, but that was impossible. The Person had no cane and they were leaning down on their knee's, panting like they had run a marathon just minutes ago.

"Excuse me?", I mumbled and stepped forward,"Have you seen my friend? He is rather lanky, but tall. And he walks with a cane."

I heard the Person chuckle, as they got up. It sounded familiar, but that couldn't be, could it?

"I won't need that cane anymore", he mumbled and stepped out of the shadow. I gasped, as I finally realized, that it was indeed Viktor, who was standing in front of me. Now that he was able to fully stand up straight, his form hovered over me, as he stepped closer.

"Viktor!", I gasped,"How did you-"

I was at loss of words. I still wasn't fully understanding, how Viktor was able to stand here right in front of me, without his cane, when mere days ago, he fainted in the lab and woke up in the hospital, with a final diagnose.

"Hextech", Viktor mumbled and pointed at his leg. I kneeled down, as he kept on explaining.

"I used the runes and spells to create what we had always dreamed about", he smiled.

I carefully eyed his leg. In contrast to his usually very pale skin, his leg glimmered in a dark purple, his veines poking out of his skin. I noticed the Runes he was talking about. They were carved into his prosthesis. I lifted my hand and softly ran my fingers over them. They started glowing under my touch. I stared at his work in awe, until Viktor's hand grabbed mine and he pulled me to my feet again.

"I finally did it, Y/N", he smiled shyly,"All those years of work, all those countless hours at the lab, trying over and over to solve this, all for this moment"

I reciprocated his smile and raised my hand to caress his cheek. Viktor closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"I'm proud of you, Viktor. So incredibly proud. You put so much work into this, you deserve it. And the people you're going to save. This is the beginning of something big!"

"Thank you", Viktor replied and opened his eyes.

"So!", I grinned,"Show me what you can do with that new leg!"

Viktor shyly smiled at me, before throwing his arms around my waist, pulling me up into the air.

I laughed, as he twirled me around. It felt a litle bit weird to see Viktor so strong, stronger then he had ever been.

As he carefully lowered me back down, I couldn't help myself and threw my arms around him in delight, a grin still big on my face. I felt how Viktor gently returned my hug, his arms encircling my waist, as a low chuckle left his lips.

After a few seconds, I reluctantly pulled back to look at Viktor. He looked even more beautiful with such a big smile on his face. He looked so happy, happier than he had been in years.

"It suits you", I said, after a few seconds of us just looking at each other.

"The leg?", Viktor asked curiously.

"No, silly", I giggled,"Your smile! I missed it"

I saw how a deep blush crept up Viktor's neck, as he looked down to hide his embarressment.

I felt bold in that moment, so I leaned forward and softly kissed his cheek, my lips lingering on his skin for a second, before I pulled back.

Viktor blushed even more and I giggled at him. He was cute, when he was nervous.

"Thank you, Y/N",Viktor finally said. I could feel his hands tremble on my waist,"Thank you f-for always supporting me and being t-there for me"

And then he did something, neither of us expected. He leaned forward and sheepishly pressed his lips to mine. It was a short and gentle kiss, but I still felt, what he was trying to say. I sensed his gratefullness, his passion.

"Thank you for letting me be a part of it, Viktor", I smiled, as I pulled back. I leaned my forehead against his and closed my eyes, my hands still around his neck.

"I can't wait for Jayce to see this, he's not gonna believe it", I mumbled.

I heard Viktor chuckle and he nodded:"No, no he won't"

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Sink or Swim [Billy Hargrove x GenderNeutral!reader] Ch. 1

Summary: Working at the local Snack Shack at Hawkins Pool wasn’t your dream but it’s a decent summer job before college. It did come with a perk of being in proximity to the recent California transfer and resident asshole, Billy Hargrove. Having a nice view of the handsome blond was good enough, but when circumstances lead you to an encounter with Billy and then a chance to become friends, perhaps even more, you can’t stay away. Maybe Billy Hargrove isn’t such an asshole after all. [Canon with a variation]

Warnings: eventual mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol, sexual themes.

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: I’m so freaking excited to finally be sharing this story! Please let me know your thoughts! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. :) I will also be adding each chapter to AO3 and Wattpad shortly after this posts, if you prefer to read over there. I’ll be posting under the username @avengerofyourheart , which is also my main blog here on tumblr. Love you!!

Part One Part Two>>>

Sink or Swim Series Masterlist

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The first official encounter you had with Billy Hargrove was unexpected, brief and…surprisingly sweet. Every one after that seemed to be moronic (on your part) and…embarrassing.

Naturally.

Getting a job at the Snack Shack at Hawkins Community Pool wasn’t your first choice, but it was just for the summer. In the fall, you were headed to college and would get to leave your small town behind. In the mean time, you would be selling junk food to your former classmates and their younger siblings every day. Awesome.

Billy got a job as one of the lifeguards, which wasn’t much of a surprise. From what you could collect through gossip floating around the high school, the mullet-wearing, muscled, Camaro-driving asshole was a former surfer from California, so the position fit him. And despite confirmation of his prickly personality, you weren’t mad about the sight of Billy in nothing but a pair of red swim trunks, sunglasses, and a whistle around his neck.

Hot damn.

Billy never knew you existed in school, since you were less than popular and ran in different circles. Not surprising. You saw him around, though, even sharing a few classes together. He seemed bored with school and didn’t really try but somehow still got passing grades. Billy was the athletic type, enjoying gym class but especially basketball. Or maybe it was just fun for him to mess with King Steve Harrington, and it was enjoyable for you to witness at times as well. Knowing Steve all your life, you agreed that he could stand to be taken down a peg or two. The bigger the hair, the bigger the ego and Steve’s had grown exponentially the past few years in both regards.

Then there was graduation and the idea of freedom and new beginnings. But first, you had to survive the summer.

During employee orientation just after school let out, you were there and Billy showed up late as one could expect. A few days of training followed with you learning all the equipment in the Snack Shack and which scoop was the correct portion for every item. Not exactly rocket science. At the same time, the lifeguards were getting CPR certification and practicing rescue drills. Looked like more fun than you what you were doing.

Billy tended to hang back from the group during the vocal instructions, sometimes smoking a cigarette when he probably shouldn’t be. But when it came to the practical learning, he was all in, practicing CPR on dummies and “rescuing” his co-workers during drills. His swimming was strong and for timed rescues he did the best. Huh. Perhaps he’s not so apathetic about everything as it would seem.

Once the pool opened, you were given morning shifts at first, which was fine but the Snack Shack was not that busy until kids started begging their parents for lunch. Time crawled when there wasn’t anything to do, but it did give you a chance to peek at the happenings at the pool. Swimming classes were early, before the pool opened to the public. Most of the time you were just setting up so hearing the gaggle of six-year-olds arriving had you glancing over to see what was up.

Billy Hargrove was quite the enigma. Given his reputation, yes, he could be an asshole at times. During public hours when he was in the chair, he had a tendency to blow his whistle and yell across the pool at the supposed offender, often threatening a permanent ban. Well, that’s one approach. It did seem to do the trick, though. At least they knew he was serious and it could be said that personal safety was a serious matter that justified a heavier-handed method.

During those early mornings twice a week, though, when Billy was surrounded by tiny kids in water wings and swim suits with little skirts attached, he almost…transformed. He spoke softer and smiled more than you thought him capable of. It was really sweet, watching him explain what he wanted the kids to do while on dry land before even getting in the pool. He forced the parents to stay across the way and out of ear reach, knowing that he could still get their attention should one of their precious little ones need to go to the bathroom or something. Billy didn’t seem to want the parents hovering, otherwise. Makes sense.

The little ones adored him, surprisingly. Listening to his softer, gentle instructions when one of them was crying or lifting them up to sit on the side for a short break. Being small and learning a lot of new, scary things at once could be overwhelming, you assumed. Billy gave each one of them a high-five at the end of lessons and a few even gave him a hug.

One morning, you had just opened the metal gate at the counter and turned around to grab some tongs when you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey.”

Turning to the sound, you were surprised to see Billy on the other side of your counter.

“…hi?” you replied, startled.

“So, I’m sure you’re not open yet but could I trouble you for a popsicle? I got a little girl with a skinned knee and parents on their way. I promised her one if she’d quit crying. I can’t handle crying kids,” Billy said gruffly. Although you had seen evidence to the contrary, you just nodded.

“Sure. Flavor preference?” you croaked out through a suddenly dry throat.

“Nah. Whatever you have. I don’t have my wallet with me but I can swing by later and—“

“Don’t worry about it,” you interrupted, handing him the frozen treat. “Emergency popsicles are on the house.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”

Billy offered a tight smile and walked away to a tiny girl seated on a lounge chair wrapped in a towel, the saddest expression on her face. She was trying to be brave but her body was still shaken by a sob every few moments. Billy crouched down to her level and handed her popsicle, now distracted enough for him to disinfect and bandage the skinned knee. Huh. So Billy did have a soft side, if maybe not for anyone his own size. Interesting.

A week or two later it was abundantly clear that whoever was closing up the Snack Shack was doing a shit job and it just made your job harder in the mornings. Nothing was properly cleaned and ingredients weren’t prepped like they should be. After a gentle mention to your supervisor, somehow the solution was that you would be switching to the late shift so the job would be done right. Because properly training and disciplining your co-workers was little too much work. Great.

You mourned the loss of the slow mornings and peeks of Swim Instructor Billy for a moment, but you got over it. Afternoon shifts were crazy busy and at least the time passed quickly. You hadn’t seen Billy come by since that first morning, but that was to be expected. Since then, you had your duties and he had his. Interaction with him just never really happened.

Until it did.

One night after the pool closed, you had pulled down the metal gate at the snack shack counter and were finishing the last of your clean up. Suddenly, music began to play from the direction of the pool. Peeking out the side door in curiosity, you spotted Billy with a boom box, music now blaring from the lifeguard tower. He climbed down and went about his evening checklist as the sun began to set.

Once the pool closed, the last lifeguard was in charge of cleaning the pool, properly arranging the lounge chairs even though they would be shifted within minutes tomorrow morning, and sweeping leaves off the deck. While many of the other lifeguards often bitched about the responsibility and would do a half-assed job, Billy seemed okay with it. Oddly enough, he did it well and without complaint. The music probably made the tasks more bearable.

Returning to your own closing tasks, you finished wiping down all the counters, washed the dishes to let them air dry, and the last item on your list was taking out the trash. You could dump it on the way out so you gathered your backpack and stowed away your apron and visor. So stylish.

Backpack slung over one shoulder, you tried to carry a rather heavy trash bag in each hand while also opening the side door and making sure it was locked. Once you stepped outside, though, a peculiar sight quickly distracted you.

To your surprise, the supposed asshole and lifeguard extraordinaire, Billy Hargrove, was currently lip-synching while using a push-broom as a microphone stand. Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” blasted from the speakers as the other Billy before you head-banged to the beat and pumped a fist into the air as the words “More. More. More…more, more more!” rang out across the empty pool deck. As the chorus ended, Billy raised his face to the sky and jumped in place, his handsome features sharpened by the blue light emitting from the pool. A wide smile stretched across Billy’s face as the makeshift mic stand became an electric guitar in his hands.

Entranced by the sight, you unconsciously shifted the weight of one of the trash bags and lost your grip, knocking over a stack of empty buckets. Smooth.

The sound caused Billy’s head to whip toward you and his posture stiffened, eyes shifting around for other witnesses. Gathering your senses, you finally let the door close behind you and raised your free hand in an awkward greeting.

“Sorry, I—“

But nothing else came out.

Dammit. Giving up at an attempt in human communication, you picked up the trash and hauled ass toward the parking lot. The short glance backward that you allowed yourself showed that Billy was back to sweeping, his head down. Your heart sank. For a split second you got to see another side of Billy. Maybe what everyone else has said was a ruse. What was Billy like when no one else was around? You sure felt free enough to be yourself in the safety of an empty space. Or that you thought was empty. Unintentionally, you had intruded on that and ruined Billy’s moment.

Sigh.

Maybe you could make up for it…

Tossing the trash bags in the parking lot dumpster, you walked over to your nearby bike, unlocked it, and rode home with the evening’s exchange running on rotation the whole way home.

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A few days later, you got a chance to act on your plan when it was just the two of you closing up again. If your intruding on Billy’s post-work jams made him uncomfortable, then it was time to even the playing field.

By humiliating yourself.

Finishing up your inside projects first, you then headed outside to place the patio chairs on top the tables in preparation of sweeping your own area. Billy spared you a glance upon your appearance but quickly returned to his attention to ridding the pool of leaves and dead bugs. His boombox blared music once again, playing songs from the local rock station.

Heart pounding, you started to sweep and waited until a familiar sang came on. Soon the band Foreigner blasted from the stereo. Perfect. Abandoning your task, you bobbed your head to the beat as the first lyrics began.

“Well, I’m hot-blooded, check it to see

I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three

Come on, baby, do you do more than dance?

I’m hot-blooded, hot-blooded.”

Lip-synching in an exaggerated manner, you spun around with the broom in your hands and taking a page out of Billy’s book, chose to use it as a microphone. You jerked your limbs about, perhaps to be taken as dancing, and dove into the second verse.

“You don’t have to read my mind,

to know what I have in mind.

Honey, you ought to know.

Yeah, you move so fine,

let me lay it on the line.

I wanna know what you’re

doing after the show.”

Having gotten lost in the moment, you finally took a glance in the pool’s direction to see Billy standing in place, the pool net loose in his grip. Was that a smile you could see on his face? Bingo. You finished out the song with some air guitar and a windmill or two, leaning against a table to catch your breath as the last notes of Foreigner ended.

To your surprise, you heard clapping and you whirled around to see the sound coming from Billy. Now feeling the humiliation of your little show, you weren’t sure what to do now. Finally settling on an awkward bow in reply, you then ran back inside the Snack Shack to stow away your apron and grab your bag. Aiming to reach the parking lot and be gone by the time Billy appeared, you thankfully succeeded. You rode your bike down the street and around the corner just in time to hear the easily identifiable Camaro roar to life.

Perhaps your next encounter with Billy wouldn’t involve personal embarrassment. The possibility was unlikely at this point, but one could dream.

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The next week, you were having one of the worst days ever at your job so far. Some kid spilled a soda all over your counter and down onto the floor and the most you could do in the moment was throw down some towels. By the time you got a break in customers, you were left with a solid, sticky mess. Your manager also hadn’t staffed enough people for the weekend so you had to fend for yourself once again.

No one else had taken out the trash and had instead piled up bags by the side door so you were taking one of multiple trips out to the parking lot long after closing. Lifting the dumpster lid with one hand, you chucked one bag inside with the other but as you raised the second bag, a sharp metal edge caught the plastic and ripped. Of course it did. The 6 inch hole began to spill out its contents of half-empty soda cups and chip bags. At least it wasn’t the bag full of food scraps.

“God-fucking-DAMMIT!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, dropping the bag to the pavement.

“Oh, shit,” you heard from you behind you.

Turning swiftly to the sound, you spotted Billy Hargrove with car keys in hand, fresh from a shower.

Perfect. It had to be him who was still around.

Once again embarrassed, you glanced at the mess around you, including a half-full lukewarm soda cup that was open and now soaking into your shoe.

“Sorry, I—“

Nothing else came out. Once again, you couldn’t progress in communication any further in his presence. Picking up the bag but upside down, you finally got it inside the dumpster and started collecting the trash that had fallen out. From your crouched position, you suddenly saw another pair of hands helping.

“You don’t have to do that,” you managed to squeak out.

“It’s no big deal,” Billy replied, tossing a few items in the dumpster and then holding the lid for you to throw in the last of it.

“Thank you.”

Finding the courage to meet his eye, you discovered you were only a few feet from Billy. You’d never seen him that closely. Damp curls framed his face with bright blue eyes catching yours and a cautious smile on his lips. Damn, he was cute.

“I’m Billy,” he said, offering his hand.

“Hargrove,” you finished his name. “I know. We had two classes together last year.” You almost accepted his shake but remembered what you had just touched and pulled away.

“Right,” Billy replied, sheepish. “Remind me?”

Catching on, you shared your name.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Of course. Nice visor.”

The blond flicked the bill with one finger, unsettling the visor on your head.

You huffed out a laugh, tugging it back on. “Yeah, well. Not everyone can pull off the look. I consider myself lucky.”

Billy burst out a genuine chuckle, causing a warm, happy flip in your stomach.

“Well. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he said, walking backward toward his car.

“Yup. Bye.”

You received the gift of watching Billy’s backside in motion for a few moments before you had the sense to stop staring. Time to finally finish this hellish workday and go home.

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Part Two>>>

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