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unfortunatebrainfarts · 1 year ago

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After working with your friendly neighborhood intergalactic space cowboy for quite some time, you've managed to become pretty damn good at understanding the gist of what he means to say

Boothill x reader

A/n: OK SO, first fanfic in like 6 years and it's for an intergalactic space cowboy

Tbh I have no idea why I wrote this, my ipad apps are constantly monitored by the teacher and I really have nothing better to do than go on my notes app and pretend I'm writing notes

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY = I HOPE YOU GET FUCKED BY THE IPC AND ROLL IN YOUR OWN DEBT AND SUFFERING (or something like that)

BLESS YOUR HEART = FUCK YOU

PRAY FOR ME = FUCK ME

LOVELY = FUCK

YOU WONDERFUL PERSON = YOU BITCH

Well ain't you just a sweetheart? = Well you're just a little bitchboy aren'tcha?

God love him = He was fuckin' underdeveloped as a fetus wasn't he (Something along the lines of 'he's dumb as shit')

"Hm. Seems about right."

To others, your furrowed brows, tense posture, and concentrated gaze at just one singular page of your notebook may make it seem as if whatever was on that page was something life changing. And honestly, they might as well have been right since you were one step closer to understanding what the hell Boothill was spitting out more than half the time.

You recall the first time you were assigned a mission with him — "BLESS YOUR HEART YOU WONDERFUL PERSON," cue you snapping your head towards the gruff voice seeing the cowboy in all his glory easily decimating the dozens of grunts in his vicinity with a toothy grin no less, which you note are very, very sharp.

His long, flowy hair caught your attention. How was it so white and clean even with all the fights you know gets into? Does it ever get yanked? What shampoo does he use?

"Now I don' mind some ooglin', but wouldn't ya say we should keep our eyes on our enemies darlin'?"

His voice snaps you out of your trance and you come to to a shovel nearing your head. You instinctively cover your face with your hands anticipating the pain, the pain which never came since when you put them down, you see that Boohill had already left a bullet in his head.

"Spacin' out at a space cowboy? Ain't that rich."

Ignoring the fact that he saved you from having to get facial reconstruction surgery, the reason you almost got a face full of shovel in the first place was because of the ridiculous curse on his synesthesia beacon.

That's why you've been devoted to trying to decode the albeit hilarious, rather inconvenient in a battle things he says. You've tried asking Boothill to write them down, but his handwriting could have him assigned as a doctor in no time so you gave up on that idea quite quickly.

"Whatcha starin' at so intently darlin'?

Your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the man of the hour mindlessly snatching your notebook right out of your hands. "Aren't you supposed to stop thieves, not act like one," you ask half heartedly. It was nothing less of what you'd expect from Boothill of all people — no, cyborgs??

"Heh, this ain't thievery 's sharin'! Er, what's that one sayin' again... share to care, care to share, sharin' to carin'? Eh whatever ya get what I mean don'tcha sugar?" He retorted, you roll your eyes mentally as he put his focus back onto the notebook. To be honest you were surprised he could even read considering his handwriting was that bad.

As Boothill read each and every one of your 'translations', his grin only grew wider and wider showing the spiky teeth you don't know how are natural but have grown accustomed to seeing. Just then, a burst of unhinged laughter randomly filled the entire lounge room you were sitting in. The weird glances and whispering were already starting but Boothill didn't care, he was Boothill.

Not wanting to be associated with the man at that very moment, you stand up to leave him comically rolling on the floor. However, you couldn't even do that because the moment you stood up, Boothill snatched your leg and dragged it so that you would fall back down. This time, onto the floor with him. "Well ain't you something sweetcheeks, ya got me alll figured out huh?" .

It's been two months. Ever since Boothill realized that you had actually tried to figure out the true meaning behind his words — and actually got them relatively right — he's been using you to spew out insults overtime. Honestly it was like you had become a pokemon, you could just picture it in your head.

BOOTHILL BROUGHT OUT ____

____ USED SWEAR! IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE

Either way, it wasn't that bad since though you might be imagining things, it feels as if you've grown ever so slightly closer to the eccentric space cowboy.

You continue to observe boothill and add more and more onto your list of translations, but apparently you fail to notice that he no longer uses any casual pet names like 'darling' or 'sweetcheeks' anymore. At least, not for anyone but you.

#I'm actually gonna krill myself😭#please ignore any mistakes or awkward parts I wrote this in 30 minutes #you can tell I can't write any southern stuff I literally had to search up 'cowboy insults' and 'how to speak like a cowboy'#li actually writes🤯#boothill x reader #hsr x reader #boothill hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail

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spiriteddreams · 2 years ago

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Your boxer!wriothesley got me melting ><

I'm rambling but HEAR ME OUTT

with the reader and wriothesley enjoying their little talk, dad!neuvillette is watching the whole scene. And the sneaky bastard wriothesley is, he saw neuvillette looking at them. I imagine wriothelesley then randomly asks you to hang out with him in order to risen neuvilette's dad instincts, "say, are you free this Saturday?" praying for wriothesley rn.

Neuvillette would immediately change the pace of the scenery by entering it, "unfortunately, my daughter is busy during weekends due to some other incoming shipments for the gym, may I ask why you're asking her?" with a hint of authority and suspicious voice.

imagine reader silently praying for both to stop

omg YES the little dynamic between the three and i just know wrio will take every opportunity to tease!! also sorry it's taken me a bit to respond i've been a bit busy and also needed to gather my thoughts!

boxer!wrio who turns to neuvillette with that signature grin of his, not backing down even when your father towers over him. it's a tone he's used on wrio many a times, one laced with the undertone of a threat. a threat that the boxer purposefully ignores in favour of looking away from your father and turning to you to ask, "there's a new cafe that opened up just recently. care to grab a drink with me?"

"again, she's busy," neuvillette glares at wrio as you swat at your father's arm. you know your father means well, and you know that if he truly did think that wrio was trouble, he would have put his foot down immediately. but that doesn't mean wrio's constant teasing was helping his case. because boy does wrio seem to get an adrenaline rush when he pulls something in front of your father. the cocky grin on his face is evident of that as he looks between you and your father.

"i'm not!" both men turn to look at you, one with a clearly gleeful expression, the other with one that is darkening with each second. this is perhaps the boldest wrio has been, asking you out so shamelessly in front of your father. and poor neuvillette, left to his own defenses, doesn't know about the little "dates" you've snuck away to since wrio first asked you out.

boxer!wrio, who despite his almost frightening aura, turns out to be a big teddy bear behind his bandaged hands. past his cocky attitude is someone still a little unsure if he's doing all of this right, and you don't tell him that you've caught him staring at you multiple times while you're together, almost as if he's checking to make sure that he's doing this right. at the gym he throws punches with such force that its second nature to him. those easy going grins and flirtatious remarks are made with ease in the comforts of the gym, much to neuvillette's dismay. but on these little dates you find yourself at, watching as he fumbles over his words when he tries to be sly, or jumps at any opportunity to show off, you begin to learn more about him.

in a world of boys he's a gentleman, trying to impress you with the smallest of things from surprising you with mini bouquets of flowers or offering to go fill your water when you're working out alongside him at the gym. there's still some insecurity that lingers in his eyes when he sees you hesitate at times, but the moment you accept his offers with a little smile, that teasing attitude returns.

it doesn't stop at the dates he takes you on. in the gym, he seems to grow bolder with each day and wrio's lingering touches and efforts to bend down to whisper something to you make neuvillette's eyes twitch, his voice and tone growing ever so slightly louder and more aggressive.

"wriothesley." the boxer snaps to attention when your father's voice cuts through the gym. he winks at you cheekily before answering the call of his name, leaving you either with warm cheeks and an effort to hide the growing smile on your face or a classic roll of the eyes.

and poor neuvillette bears witness to wrio's shameless flirting. some of the regulars pat him on the back, commenting on "young love" and "your daughter's found a good man." and while neuvillette may agree, not that he'd say that to you, that doesn't stop the scowl that spreads across his face when he hears wrio's flirtatious comments.

neuvillette's attempts to "prevent" you from going on these dates, he has a feeling you've been on more than you say you have, are half-hearted. he can attest to being a protective father, but he's well aware of your own capabilities. as long as wrio knows that the moment he does something stupid, neuvillette will rain down all hell on the boxer.

naturally, wrio knows his boundaries and he'll back off the moment he senses discomfort but for now, when you're choosing to indulge in his cheeky attitude, he just can't help it. it's just so easy to poke fun at you and see how far he can go without being literally tossed out by your father.

boxer!wrio, who knows he's playing the long game, but he'll wait. he has plenty of patience and more than enough confidence to know that sooner or later, he'll win you over with his charms. hopefully sooner than later.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact fluff #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

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legendary-falls-au · 3 months ago

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Chapter 1: The Journal 3 | Legendary Falls Au

IN ENGLISH:

When Stan found out that his brother was leaving for West Coast Tech, he realized that nothing would ever be the same again. Of course, it was a great opportunity for him, but leaving behind his dream of traveling the world, escaping from Glass Shard Beach together and becoming adventurers... that angered him.

Stanley was on the swings, feeling a knot in his throat. He wished things could go back to how they were before, that his brother would stay by his side. He didn't want to lose the only person who complemented him... he didn't want to be alone.

Since he has memory, he knows that he and his brother complement each other perfectly: Ford was the brains, and Stan, the charm and the strength. Together they were unstoppable... and only had each other when Pa made them feel like trash.

Then... what would be his life without his counterpart? What would he be without his brother? He would be half of a set, the flawed version of his brother... nothing... alone... nothing...

Suddenly, just when he was holding back some sweat drops, which were not tears, Stanley heard the sound of something falling onto the sand. When he looked up, he saw what seemed to be a red-colored book thrown on a sand pile. It seemed like someone had thrown it carelessly, but... where had that thing come from?

—What...? —whispered Stanley as he got up from his swing.

With some curiosity, he approached cautiously; indeed, it seemed like a book, and it caught his attention. On the cover there was no title, only a hand with six fingers with a number 3 drawn in the center.

Automatically he thought of Ford, and that made his heart ache.

When he took the book in his hands, he considered throwing it into the sea or getting rid of it in some way. The six fingers on the cover gave him a bitter feeling; moreover, it was just a regular book, perhaps because of that it had fallen there, as if it had been discarded, just like all of Stan's dreams and hopes.

However, when he looked at the book, he felt there was something trapped inside. Out of curiosity, he decided to flip through its pages.

When he opened it, the first page that welcomed him contained the words "property of...". It seemed like whoever wrote this did so by hand. His writing was elegant despite looking very, very old.

After passing that page, Stan found an introduction that said:

"June 18

It's hard to believe that six years have passed since I started investigating the strange and wonderful secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon.

In all my travels, I've never seen so many strange things! Gravity Falls is, without a doubt, a geographical oddity.

But the strangest thing about this town is the question: WHY? Why does this remote place host more paranormal, anomalous, and supernatural phenomena than any other place on Earth?

There must be a hidden law of nature, a 'Grand Unified Theory of Weirdness', that explains how everything in Gravity Falls is connected.

My benefactors trust that I will use the money from their grant to discover something amazing, and I believe this theory could be it."

—Paranormal phenomena? —thought Stan, intrigued.

"MY MISSION CONTINUES:

• Investigate the oddities of Gravity Falls

• Discover the GRAND UNIFIED THEORY OF WEIRDNESS

• Publish the theory and join the ranks of Newton, Tesla and Einstein in the pantheon of science!"

God, it almost sounded like Ford had written the last line... That made Stanley laugh. He liked this guy.

After that, Stanley returned home with the book in hand.

When he arrived, he ignored everyone except his mom, of course, and went to his room to read the rest of the book's content.

He started reading some pages randomly: fantastic creatures, monsters, anomalies. At first, he didn't let himself be carried away; it was clear that it sounded very unreal and silly, something that didn't excite him at all, not even enough to devour the whole book, something he never did with other books because he's not a nerd...

In the end, what was he after? Ah, yes, in the Scampfire section. ¡How cute! ¡Look at those feet! ¡How cute!

While he read each page, he remembered something he had kept with affection in his memory.

"I wonder if there's any place in the world where weirdos like me can fit in..."

Those had been Ford's words... and if this was what he was talking about? If this was what they had been waiting for for years? A place where the weird can gather and live in peace?

Stanley smiled at the idea; he was about to tell Ford... until he reached a special page.

"Unfortunately, my suspicions have been confirmed. I am being watched. I must hide this book before they find it. Remember: in Gravity Falls, no one can be trusted. The chances of one of their agents, possibly possessed, accessing my research are growing every day.

DO NOT TRUST ANYONE!

I fear time is running out. I am so tired..."

Suddenly, most of the following pages were missing, some torn violently and others carefully.

Stanley froze, processing the information he had just received.

Was someone watching the author? Who? Why? What did they want?

Stanley tried to get more information; he reviewed the previous pages, but there was nothing. The missing pages carried important information.

Some pages were erased or illegible; others had indecipherable codes for someone like him.

What the hell happened? Did the author disappear? Is he still alive?

Stan felt that his brain was working at full power; he had no more pages after the author's final warning. He had no information.

He had just found the coolest person on the planet and now it seemed that he had disappeared!

Stanley walked in circles, anxious. How could he sleep without answers?

He hadn't read all the pages, but it was obvious that a lot of information was missing, too much...

Stan fell onto the bed, frustrated. He had found a book that he really liked! And he didn't have all the information he needed...

Devils, it sounded just like his brother...

His brother... Sixer... maybe... maybe this was his work... a prank or something like that...

Stan looked at the book in his hands, almost hoping that it was really from Stanford and that, although it was all a lie, it was a kind of apology for breaking his dreams and desires.

But when he reviewed all the information again, he realized that this diary was too old to be possible... His brother wouldn't do something like that...

Stan sat on his bed with the book in his hands, staring at it, wishing it could suddenly speak and tell him all the secrets of that town and the author.

He wanted to read that stupid book from cover to cover; he was going to discover who that man was who was cool and... ah... why did he want to know him in the first place?

Well, not because he was an adventurer. He called himself an investigator...

And of course, Stanley didn't believe that he was someone who lived amazing adventures. He didn't believe he was very strong, or that he didn't have fear to hit monsters in the face...

He would never say that he was very smart, or that he was amazing and very intelligent, and that he would love to know him or be his right-hand man, or that he would want to go on adventures with him... or that he was like an incredible version of his brother, but even more cool.

No way! He would never say anything like that...

But... this book had something... something special...

Stanley looked at the book a little more and went back to reviewing the first page.

Even if it reveals itself, it needs to know everything...

No! The author of this diary is not incredible.

... Well, a little, yes...

EN ESPAÑOL:

Cuando Stan supo que su hermano se iría a West Coast Tech, comprendió que nada volvería a ser igual. Claro, era una oportunidad excelente para él, pero dejar atrás su sueño de viajar por el mundo, de escapar juntos de Glass Shard Beach y convertirse en aventureros... eso lo enfurecía.

Stanley estaba en los columpios, sintiendo un nudo en la garganta. Deseaba que las cosas fueran como antes, que su hermano se quedara a su lado. No quería perder a la única persona que lo complementaba... no quería estar solo.

Desde que tiene memoria, sabe que él y su hermano se complementan a la perfección: Ford era el cerebro, y Stan, el encanto y la fuerza. Juntos eran imparables... y solo se tenían el uno al otro cuando Pa los hacía sentir como basura.

Entonces... ¿qué sería de su vida sin su complemento? ¿Qué sería de él sin su hermano? Sería la mitad de un conjunto, la versión defectuosa de su hermano... nada... solo... nada...

De repente, justo cuando estaba aguantando unas gotas de sudor, que para nada eran lágrimas, Stanley escuchó el sonido de algo cayendo contra la arena. Al alzar la mirada, vio lo que parecía ser un libro de color rojizo tirado en un montículo de arena. De hecho, parecía que alguien lo había arrojado sin mucho esfuerzo, pero... ¿de dónde había salido esa cosa?

—¿Pero qué...? —susurró Stanley mientras se levantaba de su lugar en los columpios.

Con algo de intriga, se acercó con cautela; efectivamente, parecía un libro, y este le llamaba la atención. En la portada no había título, sino una mano de seis dedos con un número 3 dibujado en el centro.

Automáticamente pensó en Ford, y eso hizo que su corazón doliera.

Cuando tomó el libro entre sus manos, consideró tirarlo al mar o deshacerse de él de alguna manera. Los seis dedos en la portada le transmitían una sensación amarga; además, era solo un libro cualquiera, tal vez por eso había caído allí, como si lo hubieran desechado, al igual que todos los sueños y esperanzas de Stan.

Sin embargo, al mirar el libro, sintió que había algo atrapado dentro. Por curiosidad, decidió hojear sus páginas.

Al abrirlo, la primera página que le dio la bienvenida contenía las palabras "propiedad de...". Al parecer, quien escribió esto lo hizo a mano. Su letra era elegante a pesar de parecer muy, muy vieja.

Después de pasar esa página, Stan encontró una introducción que decía:

"18 de junio

Es difícil creer que han pasado seis años desde que comencé a investigar los extraños y maravillosos secretos de Gravity Falls, Oregón.

En todos mis viajes, ¡nunca había visto tantas cosas curiosas! Gravity Falls es, sin duda, una rareza geográfica.

Pero lo más extraño de este pueblo es la pregunta: ¿POR QUÉ? ¿Por qué este remoto lugar alberga más fenómenos paranormales, alterpromedio y supernormales que cualquier otro lugar de la Tierra?

Debe haber una ley oculta de la naturaleza, una 'Gran Teoría Unificada de la Extrañeza', que explique cómo todo en Gravity Falls está conectado.

Mis benefactores confían en que usaré el dinero de su subvención para descubrir algo increíble, y creo que esta teoría podría serlo."

—¿Fenómenos paranormales? —pensó Stan, intrigado.

"MI MISIÓN CONTINÚA:

• Investigar las rarezas de Gravity Falls

• Descubrir la GRAN TEORÍA UNIFICADORA DE LA RAREZA

• ¡Publicar la teoría y unirme a las filas de Newton, Tesla y Einstein en el panteón de la ciencia!"

Dios, casi sonaba como si Ford hubiera escrito la última línea... Eso le sacó una risa a Stanley. Le agradaba este tipo.

Después de eso, Stanley regresó a casa con el libro en mano.

Cuando llegó, ignoró a todos, excepto a su mamá, claro, y se marchó a su habitación para leer el resto del contenido del diario.

Comenzó a leer algunas páginas al azar: criaturas fantásticas, monstruos, anomalías. Al principio, no se dejó llevar; era claro que sonaba muy irreal y bobo, algo que no lo emocionaba en absoluto, ni siquiera lo suficiente como para devorar el libro entero, algo que nunca había hecho con otros libros porque él no es un nerd…

En fin, ¿en qué estaba? Ah, sí, en la sección de Scampfire. ¡Es tan lindo! ¡Miren esas patitas! ¡Es tan lindo!

Mientras leía cada página, recordó algo que había guardado con cariño en su memoria.

"Me pregunto si hay algún lugar en el mundo donde los bichos raros como yo quepamos..."

Esas habían sido las palabras de Ford... ¿y si esto era de lo que hablaba? ¿Y si esto era lo que habían estado esperando por años? ¿Un lugar donde los raros pueden reunirse y convivir en paz?

Stanley sonrió ante la idea; estaba por ir a contarle a Ford... hasta que llegó a una página en especial.

"Desafortunadamente, mis sospechas se han confirmado. Me vigilan. Debo esconder este libro antes de que lo encuentren. Recuerda: en Gravity Falls, no hay nadie en quien puedas confiar. Las probabilidades de que uno de sus agentes, quizás poseído, acceda a mi investigación son cada vez mayores.

¡NO CONFÍES EN NADIE!

Me temo que se me acaba el tiempo. Estoy tan cansado..."

De repente, la mayoría de las páginas siguientes estaban arrancadas, algunas con violencia y otras con cuidado.

Stanley se quedó congelado, procesando la información que acababa de obtener.

¿Alguien estaba vigilando al autor? ¿Quién? ¿Por qué? ¿Qué quería?

Stanley trató de recuperar más información; revisó las páginas anteriores, pero no había nada. Las páginas faltantes se llevaban muchos datos importantes.

Algunas páginas estaban tachadas o eran ilegibles; otras tenían códigos indecifrables para alguien como él.

¿Qué demonios pasó? ¿El autor desapareció? ¿Sigue con vida?

Stan sintió que su cerebro trabajaba a máxima potencia; no había más páginas después de la advertencia final del autor. No tenía información.

¡Acababa de encontrar al tipo más genial del planeta y ahora resulta que desapareció!

Stanley caminaba en círculos, ansioso. ¿Cómo podría dormir sin tener respuestas?

No había leído todas las páginas, pero era obvio que faltaba mucha información, demasiada...

Stan se derrumbó en la cama, frustrado. ¡Había encontrado un libro que realmente le encantó! Y no tenía toda la información necesaria...

Diablos, sonaba igual a su hermano...

Su hermano... Sixer... tal vez... tal vez esto era obra suya... una broma o algo así...

Stan miró el diario en sus manos, casi esperando que realmente fuera de Stanford y que, aunque fuera todo mentira, fuera una especie de disculpa por romper sus sueños y deseos.

Pero al repasar toda la información de nuevo, se daba cuenta de que ese diario era muy viejo para ser siquiera posible... Su hermano no haría algo así...

Stan se sentó en su cama con el libro en las manos, mirándolo fijamente, deseando que de repente pudiera hablar y contarle todos los secretos que aún no sabía de ese pueblo y del autor.

Quería leer ese estúpido libro de arriba a abajo; iba a descubrir quién era ese hombre que era genial y... ah... ¿por qué querría saberlo en primer lugar?

Bueno, no es porque fuera un aventurero. Se llamaba a sí mismo un investigador...

Y claro, Stanley no creía que fuera alguien que viviera aventuras asombrosas. No cree que sea muy fuerte, o que no le tenga miedo a golpear monstruos en la cara...

Jamás diría que es muy ingenioso o que es asombroso y muy inteligente, y que le encantaría conocerlo o ser su mano derecha, o que quisiera ir de aventuras con él... o que fuera como ver una versión increíble de su hermano, pero aún más genial.

¡Para nada! Puros disparates, jamás diría algo así...

Pero... ese libro tenía algo... algo especial...

Stanley miró el diario un poco más y volvió a revisar la primera página.

Incluso si se desvela, necesita saber todo...

¡Y no! El autor de este diario no es increíble.

... Bueno, un poco, sí...

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peachteal · 7 months ago

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so uhm this is kinda my first post!

I decided I was just going to post random scraps I like to write on my notes app. I actually get these ideas by spinning different roulettes; with character tropes, sceneries, and traits! also randomly picking the fandom and character I'm writing these about.

all of my work is going to be character x reader. I don't really specify the readers gender in this one even if i did base it around a female one, so be comfortable with whatever.

this came out VERY random, but I hope maybe you can enjoy it.

(English isn't my first language)

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629 words:)

co-worker!nanami x outsider!reader

The countless documents getting all dusty and old on the shelves of the office are a constant reminder of what this job feels like; old and crusty.

I know it's not different from what I like to do; sitting in front of a screen all day, except this is more of a.. monotonely tiring and dull activity, which I'd like to separate from the fun late nights I wrap myself into when I'm streaming in my dear online platforms. You see, I find absolutely no pleasure in the minimum wage that document filling brings to my life. I have no idea why I keep myself in this enclosed -and weirdly odorless space- when my streaming hobby has a better financial reward anyway.

but oh, I just lied. I know why I do.

It's all thanks to the captivating and amusingly elegant co-worker I have. Nanami Kento, aren't you such a delight for these lazy eyes?

Poised and tactful, but even more courteous than any man I've met before. We've spoken a few times, not that I'm great at chatting - oh god, not at all! - but I think he's caught my seek of belonging in this office.

it's not insane that I, as a human being, want to socialize outside of my twitch chat and discord groups to make some desperately needed friends, or even partners for life; it's just a little hard, yet respectful men like him try and surprisingly give me some space.

Keyboards clicking, coffee mugs cluttered on desks, and small chatter fill the office—a far cry from the sleek, professional vibe they sold me on when I took the job. It’s just another stereotypical sad workplace.

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-"..Suguru asks if you're done already." a low but strangely gentle tone behind me caught my attention. I look up, and meet some hazel nutty eyes.. they don't look much different than my own; sloppy and baggy, but I manage to get lost in them for a second more than I should.

I snap out of it and shake my head slightly as I let out a sigh.. closing my eyes for a second. I remember the papers due.. today. Right. I shouldn't forget Suguru gets along very very well with formality. Another thing to keep in mind, as if the higher-ups don't have weird rules to follow already. I truly am done with this job.

-"right, Suguru and his.. goddamn papers." I'm trying not to look like a mess right now, and more job-focussed in front of such a man. But the childish cat background on my computer doesn't help. "please tell him that uhm-.. Satoru messed with the computers again or something.." I’m pretty sure Suguru will believe anything bad about Satoru—he loves thinking that idiot is an actual idiot. But a gut feeling tells me it's more than that-.. anyways.

I dont really say anything else, holding my cofee mug and taking a sip.

Nanami does help me around, I bring him some coffee myself eventually - while I try to ignore nasty looks other co-workers give. as immature and juvenile as that feels for a workspace.

a second of a slightly long silence holds between us. -"I expected this," Nanami's usual stern face doesn't budge. Yeah, he's kind, but professional - I'm constantly messing up my work, and this leaves me more than embarrassed. "I already told Suguru something happened. Don't.. stress yourself out." I think his tone hesitated a little there; that last part wasn't like usual.

I choked on the coffee. Watching him turn away- stealing just the smallest glance in an expression that leaves me with nothing to analyze -and step to his desk. Just four words that just felt weirdly intimate in a way I can't seem to explain.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #satosugu #one shot #ao3

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hanmaitani · 1 year ago

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Symbols in Your Head

PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader WC - 1.3K GENRE - Fluff, Suggestive What You Missed - prompted by your best friend, semi eita, you realize that your interest in tendou satori was not one-sided like you thought and you enter a 'no feelings' casual fwb relationship with the red-head.

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There was a small tickle in your left ear. Something that you were struggling to ignore so as to not accidentally expose the earbud that was nestled there.

Music emanating from the device, quiet tunes to help you drown out the lecture you were in. A lecture that had nothing to do with your major but that was required by the university nonetheless. It was a familiar tune, one of your favorite albums playing to help you zone out as you traced your pencil around the paper.

You hadn’t really been paying attention, even to what your own hand was doing. Sketching up and down the margins of the page in your notebook, flipping it every now and then to give the illusion that you truly were taking notes. It wasn’t until the first zipper you heard that you finally looked up to the clock and realized that your professor had stopped speaking and classmates around the room were in different stages of packing and leaving.

Your notebook lay open on the table in front of you, your pencil now laying next to it. You finally had a moment, or gave yourself one, to inspect your little sketches.

The same symbol was traced over and over again. The same intricate twist of lines, each with different dimensions and shading than the last. You tilted your head in thought, lips pursing as you tried to think of where you’d seen the symbol before.

The buzz from your phone made you nearly jump as it sounded on the chair under you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Satori’s contact had lit up your phone and you caught your lips smiling against your will at his double text.

4:47pm from Miracle Boy: y/nnn 4:48pm from Miracle Boy: y/n oh y/n my sweet

It had been a few weeks now since your first night at Satori’s. He’d been nothing but sweet, taking it slow and at the pace you’d set as comfortable that night, and every night you’d been there since.

Well, every night and afternoon and morning you’d been there.

Satori and you tended to neglect having a set time to meet up, one of you randomly texting the other at any given point in a day. But you were sure you’d not gone a day without seeing him.

Even the days where you two weren’t hooking up, you were getting lunch in the courtyard between classes and he was chatting your ear off about something new with the team. Something you were always happy to listen to.

A third message buzzing onto your screen reminded you that you hadn’t moved yet. You jerked into motion, quickly packing up your things into your bag and heading for the door.

4:50pm from Miracle Boy: come over after class gets out?

You waited until you were outside and past the crowd of students who had filed out of the same building to fully open Satori’s message so that you could reply. You let out a short laugh at his words before starting your reply to him.

4:52pm from Y/N: hmm i dont know satori 4:52pm from Y/N: something in it for me? 4:53pm from Miracle Boy: is something in it for you? 4:53pm from Miracle Boy: oh sweets 4:54pm from Y/N: that a no? 4:54pm from Y/N: cheating out on me? 4:55pm from Y/N: tsk tsk and i thought we were getting somewhere 4:55pm from Miracle Boy: you know what... 4:56pm from Miracle Boy: now that i think of it... i think i brought some chocolates home from the shop

You nearly laughed out loud as you walked through the courtyard. You tapped on the gif search for your phone, looking for an image to display a batting of eyes for comedic effect.

4:57pm from Y/N: aw shucks... 4:58pm from Miracle Boy: oh did you want some? 4:58pm from Miracle Boy: i supposed i could spare some 4:59pm from Y/N: do i want some? uh they should be in my mouth already. c'mon now satori

You paused, steps faltering and processing how your words could be processed and quickly typed out another message to him.

4:59pm from Y/N: wait. 4:59pm from Y/N: don't say what i think you will 4:59pm from Miracle Boy: i mean... 5:00pm from Y/N: satori i swear to god i will turn around. it's not too late 5:01pm from Miracle Boy: so... you are coming? 5:01pm from Miracle Boy: am i that irresistible?

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and stopped in front of your dorm, instead turning towards his with an adjustment of your bag on your shoulder. You could almost see his smirk form on his lips from his message and it tugged the formation of your own.

5:02pm from Y/N: thin ice satori. thin. ice. 5:03pm from Miracle Boy: okay okay okay i'm sorry 5:03pm from Miracle Boy: forgive me :( 5:03pm from Y/N: hmm. maybe for some chocolates 5:04pm from Miracle Boy: deal lol 5:04pm from Miracle Boy: how close are you?

You looked up at his building and chuckled, slowing down your steps as you reached the end of yours.

5:05pm from Y/N: class got out somewhat-early 5:05pm from Y/N: so should be there in like 5 minutes maybe? 5:07pm from Miracle Boy: gasp 5:07pm from Miracle Boy: i dont know if i'll be cleaned up by then! what if my room is messy 5:08pm from Y/N: please satori shut. up. lmao 5:08pm from Y/N: come down and get me! i'm not walking up on my own again! 5:09pm from Miracle Boy: coming coming !!

You tucked your phone into your pocket and trained your eyes on the glass door, waiting for him to appear and lead you up.

You released a deep breath, your body still reeling from the phantom feelings of Satori's fingers and lips on your skin. You turned on your side and felt Satori's arm sling heavy over your torso like you'd gotten so used to.

You could feel the exhaustion seeping into your body, ready to close your eyes for a quick nap before a small glint caught your eye. You narrowed your gaze at the bedside lamp, fingers reaching out to grip onto the chain of the lamp. You turned the small charm hanging off the end in your fingers, blinking at it slowly.

"What's wrong?" Satori's voice was still gravelly, sleep coating it now as his grip tightened on your waist. He leaned up to look over your shoulder, to take in what you were seeing.

"This symbol..." you turned it over in your fingers one more time before turning your head to look up at where he was hovering above you, "have I ever seen it somewhere else?"

Satori tilted his head in thought for a second before shaking his head. "Not that I know of, I don't even think I've seen it somewhere else." He looked at the symbol as you tugged on the chain, turning off the light before letting it drop. "Why?"

You shook your head as you nestled back down into the pillow and his arms. "Nothing," you mumbled into the darkness, "just seems familiar." You tried to shake the thought out of your head.

You tried to shake the idea that tucked away in your bag across the room were pages of sketches of that symbol. All different dimensions and shadings. But all the same. All the same as that little symbol you stared at every time you fell asleep in Satori's bed.

a/n hoping it kinda comes off as him bleeding into her subconscious but idkkkk <3

TAGLIST - OPEN @faumpje

#tendo x reader #tendo satori x reader #tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendo fanfiction #tendou fanfiction #𓇻 SE

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captastrophe · 2 months ago

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Okay, so since my RP Partners KEEP getting harrassed and I know you and your friend(s) stalk my blog, complete with anons, IMs and even sending me links to that post you made with discord conversations between us and others you feel "slandred" by.

Ignoring the obvious block evsaion, violating wishes not to be contacted, you even went so far as to imply a victim of harrassment was the cause of everything, due to jealously. Since you want to talk about this PUBLICLY, let's fucking chat.

TW: Drama (This is how you properly tag things btw)

You think I have to slander you for you to get randomly blocked or unfollowed? Guess your forgot telling me how you dealt with that years before this incident and had no clue why it happened. Ettiqute was proably a motivator for a few, since you did things like turn every ask they answered from you into a fucking thread.

This behavior isn't doing shit to help you beat the clingy allegations. WHY they fuck would even want to CLING to people who BLOCKED you? Didn't believe your innocence and according to you scapegoated and FRAMED you for shit you didn't do?

Speaking on that, we both know you mentioned being jealous of the attention and post quality one of my Rp partners was getting from me over what I gave you. Sure you want stand by that accusation?

If we all blocked you, what could we POSSIBLY gain from scapegoating your ass? If anything, this behavior proves why the blocks were warranated because we can't seem to have PEACE.

As mentioned in point 2, until the anon hate drama started, we all had no issues with you. The fact this happened several times over the span of months showed we ALL gave you a chance even though the evidence and motivate all pointed towards YOU.

Blocking only happened when you got caught up on being IP banned via being blocked by your hate anon you sent. FYI, my partner had no clue you had another blog. They could only block it AFTER your attempt to send a anon failed. You can't send asks or anons on a blocked blog, yes. However, IP bans cover everything. Only using a VPN can get you around that, which is a bannable action by Tumblr btw.

Doubt me? Make a new blog entirely and try sending anons to them, me or anyone else who blocked you. Or have those friends of yours help test out that with your own blogs.

I have no patience so i'm telling you this bluntly: Cut your losses and move on. If ANY more of my RP partners gets messages from you or ANYONE on your behalf, I'm telling them to log it. responding isn't required. Since any future communication about this situation to ANYONE else but me, will be recorded as online harassment. If tumblr themselves don't deal with you- you really want to risk fucking around and fijding out if the actual laws in our countries will?

You're unblocked on Discord, if you have anything else to say, since like I said, messaging someone who nlocked you counts as fucking harassment. This SHOULD be the only other public post on this matter. Though again, if you want to risk your accounts and acess to tumblr all together over anons you sent, that's on you, not me or anyone else.

#tw: drama

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raleighcarrera · 5 years ago

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ride or die | colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler)

instead of trying to get a few hours of sleep after they get home from the rave in chapter 10, ellie and colt stay up all night. for @choicescocappreciationweek day 7 (ride or die)

~2.9k words | M (18+)

she was probably playing with fire. that much seemed pretty obvious, to both her and everyone else in the crew, ellie was sure. after all, ximena had called her out pretty blatantly at the club, and if she noticed the way colt stuck to her side like glue after their dance then everyone else probably had, too.

but there was no way anyone could know about the two kisses they’d shared. those were just for her.

despite the fact that it was dawn outside when they stumbled back to the shop, she was still bleary-eyed when they went inside, her jaw cracking with a wide yawn. the reminder that it was technically already monday was deeply unsettling and disappointing, to say the least. as everyone else slowly dispersed to go to bed, she waved logan off with a hand. “go ahead. i’m just going to stay up at this point or i’ll be a wreck -- or worse, sleep through my alarm.”

the break room would be empty, and with everyone asleep, it’d probably be pretty quiet. maybe she could sneak in a few hours of studying.

except that when everyone cleared out, colt was still standing there with her.

“aren’t you going to bed?” she questioned, surprised.

he shrugged, very obviously trying to appear nonchalant. if she were anybody else, he might’ve succeeded. “nah. i’m not tired. a job like that always fills me with adrenaline.” his eyes slid slowly down her body, and ellie remembered what she was wearing all at once. her cheeks flushed. “the way you were dancing didn’t help much, either.”

“i didn’t hear you complaining.” she would have to remember to get changed before school, though, once logan was awake. he’d probably just fallen asleep, and if she went up to the loft now, she was likely to disturb him. of course that -- and not the way colt couldn’t seem to stop looking at her -- was the reason she didn’t move.

colt had his hands in his pockets, and his posture, combined with the grin he sent her way, made him look boyishly adorable under the fluorescent lights of the garage. “probably ‘cause i don’t have any complaints,” he said. there was a pause, and then he offered, “i could stay up with you, if you want.”

her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she considered it. it probably wasn’t a good idea. she was definitely playing with fire, if she agreed. after so much overt affection sent his way today, the smart thing to do would be to put some distance between them, so that everyone else wouldn’t catch on to the way she felt -- so that the way she’d invited him onto the dance floor and indulged his little touches and sideways looks would eventually fade in everyone else’s memory.

but everyone else was asleep. so no one needed to know.

“that would be cool,” she smiled, following him to the break room. she dropped down onto the couch with a sigh. “you’re gonna have to help me stay up. i’m exhausted.”

“we could play a game,” he suggested, sitting down next to her and cutting a careful glance her way. colt still seemed to be pointedly avoiding looking at her too closely, but then his expression shifted into that irritating smirk he wore so well. “spin the bottle?”

ellie laughed. “why would we play spin the bottle with only two people?”

his shoulders rolled easily. “so we could make out.”

her face felt hot. somehow the way he flirted with her felt very different than the way anyone else did. “you don’t need an excuse to kiss me,” she said quietly, because it was true.

out of the corner of her eye, she saw his smirk widen dangerously. “then let’s make out.”

“someone could walk in.” that was definitely true. and would probably take ‘playing with fire’ up a notch, to ‘gambling with fire’ or even ‘juggling flaming torches.’

ellie’s eyes were drawn to where his fingers were tapping on his knee, over the fabric of his jeans. she thought back to what he’d said at the rave, about logan seeing them dancing. part of him wanted that -- maybe even a large part of him.

maybe part of her wanted someone to walk in, too.

even though it wasn’t a ‘no,’ colt still sighed and said, “okay. how about ‘never have i ever?’”

she laughed. “are you sure? it’s going to be really easy to beat you at that.”

they each turned their heads on the couch at the same time, so that their eyes met in the short distance between them. ellie very nearly felt her breath catch as she noted the intensity in his gaze. there weren’t words for the way he was staring at her.

“maybe,” he murmured, his voice low, “but it’s worth learning some of your secrets.”

his uncharacteristic seriousness had her falling quiet, too. every time she thought she understood him, colt somehow managed to throw her for a loop without even trying. she was slowly starting to realize that there was more to him than she’d thought, making what was happening between them more than just complicated or unwise.

it was a problem. because the way she felt...

ellie softly cleared her throat. “well, if you’re sure.” she swallowed, shifting on the couch to face him. her legs folded under herself like a pretzel and she pulled her shoulders back, holding up ten fingers. after a moment, colt mirrored her posture. “you go first.”

“okay.” his expression shifted into a familiar look of smugness. “never have i ever wore a thong.”

she rolled her eyes at him. “cheap shot.” the index finger on her right hand folded down. a beat of silence passed between them as colt seemed to consider the small shorts she was wearing and the fishnet stockings beneath them. ellie could feel her face flush again. “never have i ever... driven a motorcycle,” she rushed to say.

“if we keep playing like this, we’ll be done pretty soon.” his index finger folded down, too. one side of his mouth lifted in a lopsided smile. “never have i ever had sex outside.”

she didn’t move. thank god he’d used a qualifier -- she could skirt the topic of her virginity for at least a little longer, though the way his eyebrows arched at her made her embarrassment worsen.

“i should’ve known,” colt hummed, “you’re such a goody two-shoes. i bet you’ve only ever done it in bed, in missionary, with the lights off.”

ellie glared at him. “that’s not true,” she insisted. technically, it wasn’t.

"sure.” the look on his face left her itching to tell him the truth, just to shut him up. she bet it’d be a nasty shock to learn that logan had been her first kiss. after a moment of watching her seethe, he reminded her, “it’s your turn.”

she stared back at him blithely. “never have i ever used sarcasm as a defense mechanism.”

the laugh he gave was probably too loud for how late it was. colt obligingly folded his thumb in, but pointed his other hand at her accusingly. “you’d better put that down right now. you’re right behind me and mona on the most sarcastic list.”

well... he had a point. “it’s not a defense mechanism, though. i’m just giving you back what you give me.”

“oh, i’ll remember that,” he promised, his eyes locked on hers in a way that left ellie biting back a shiver. “never have i ever been in the running for valedictorian.”

“never have i ever dropped out of college.”

colt laughed. “you’re such a brat.” he looked almost fond, his lips quirked up into a little grin. ellie smiled helplessly back at him.

whether it was the quiet of the shop or the fact that they’d been out all night or how admirably she’d performed at the job, she was feeling pretty bold. “you like it,” she needled, because she was pretty sure he did, even if he’d told her just a few short hours ago that he didn’t actually like anyone.

colt shook his head, but he didn’t argue. despite his obvious efforts, ellie could see the corners of his mouth twitching. “okay,” he huffed, narrowing his eyes at her. “never have i ever kissed logan.”

ellie rolled her eyes at him, her pinky the last finger held aloft on her right hand. she felt... strange, about having been called out by colt -- like she’d done something wrong, somehow, by kissing logan before she’d ever known him, which was ridiculous but unsettling all the same. as thrilling as it was to know he was jealous -- that he wanted her -- she didn’t want to make him mad. or insecure. if he was even capable of feeling that way.

without thinking too much about it, she said, “never have i ever had a dirty thought about someone in this room.” then, she deliberately dropped her pinky down, clenching her hand into a fist. ellie held his gaze the whole time she spoke.

the silence stretched between them, heavy with tension. she felt unbelievably proud of herself, sitting there and watching a look of surprise start to take over his face. finally, she’d found a way to shut him up.

colt’s mouth worked for a moment as he doubtlessly tried to find something smart to say. then, he rolled his eyes at her. “you’re ridiculous,” he settled on simply, before he leaned in and kissed her, crowding her against the arm of the sofa.

ellie wound her arms around his neck, sighing into his mouth as he pressed in against her. colt’s hands immediately found the stretch of bare skin beneath the cropped hem of her shirt and the low rise of her shorts, gripping her waist tightly before very deliberately pressing their hips together. he took advantage of her parted lips to deepen their kiss forcefully, his mouth firm and insistent against hers. his kiss was hot and desperate, a perfectly satisfying resolution to the way his lips had brushed the shell of her ear when he’d breathed been waiting to get you to myself all day while they’d been dancing.

something that felt like it’d been coiled tightly within her all day was slowly starting to unwind, making her melt against him. she’d been waiting for this, too.

one of his hands slid over the side of her shorts and down to her thigh, the rough pads of his fingers catching in each loop of the fishnets she wore until he stopped them in their path and hitched her leg around his waist. ellie tugged at the collar of his shirt as he pushed in closer still, neatly slotting his hips into the space he’d created for himself and nudging in until she could feel him, even through the layers of fabric that kept them separated.

she gasped, pushing him away to catch her breath. colt tipped their foreheads together and stared at her silently, though she was starting to be able to read him well enough to locate the hint of a question in his eyes. “colt,” she murmured, fortified by the way the sound of his name made his eyes slip shut again, “i...”

“i know.” she watched him clench his jaw. “it’s complicated, right?”

“that’s not what i was going to say.” though her other points seemed unimportant, now that she could see the tension he carried in his face from up close. she lifted one hand to his cheek, waiting until he opened his eyes again to smile. “you know... you’re a really good kisser.”

that seemed to bring him back to himself. colt smirked at her. “i know.” his eyes dropped back to her lips. “you’re not so bad yourself.”

“really?” her expression twisted into one of disbelief. “you’re only the second person i’ve ever kissed.”

ellie froze as he pulled away, pushing himself back with the hand he had on the couch. “seriously?”

“um,” she started awkwardly, feeling her face flame red, “well --”

“now that’s a crime.” colt shook his head. “you’re so goddamn gorgeous. you should be kissed every day.”

she blinked. before she could say another word, he leaned in and caught her lips again, moving closer until they were back to being pressed together. she could still feel every inch of him against her, but she wasn’t as nervous as she’d been just a moment ago.

he was pretty good at that, ellie realized abruptly, her mouth moving against his seemingly entirely on instinct. colt set her at ease in a way no one else she knew could seem to replicate. even her closest friends were hard to connect with lately, but colt seemed to trigger something within her that she didn’t have to force; he could get her to open up and be honest with just a look.

she really liked the person she was when she was with him. she liked having a role that fit so neatly into his life. his driver. there was something equally thrilling and alluring about the thought of the both of them putting plans together, side-by-side.

colt’s hands wandered along her body, but he didn’t push her for more than she was comfortable with. ellie relaxed against the sofa as he lazily continued to kiss her, the occasional roll of his hips against hers starting to feel welcoming and bizarrely hot rather than the frightening uncharted territory it’d seemed to be before. emboldened by his obvious reaction to kissing her, she tentatively rocked her hips forward, too.

colt made a noise into her mouth that tripped a shiver down her spine in response. ellie bit down gently on his bottom lip and he pressed forward harder, breaking their mouths apart only to trail kisses over her jaw and down her neck instead. he caught the way her breath hitched when his lips slid over a particularly sensitive spot on her throat, and she groaned as his mouth stayed fixated there, working a mark into her skin.

her head swam with desire, making her feel dizzy. there was an ache between her legs that she could only recall feeling a few times before -- something she’d never had the guts to act on but now suddenly wanted desperately.

when she used the hand she had cupping his cheek to pull his face away from hers, colt’s eyes were wide and dark. the wet line of his red mouth made her wonder what she must look like, to him, especially since she could feel the way her lips were swollen from kissing, tender and sore where his teeth had dug in. “colt, i --”

her phone went off in her pocket, blaring her alarm. ellie groaned as she struggled to pull it out, immediately slamming her thumb on the ‘snooze.’ it’d finally dawned seven o’clock in the morning, the time she’d usually need to get up and start getting ready to go to school.

ellie sighed. “i have to go upstairs and get changed.”

he scoffed, snapping the waistband of mona’s fishnets against her skin. “what, you’re not going in this? you’d give those honor roll dorks a stroke.”

she laughed despite herself, pushing his hands away. “shut up.”

“you shut up.” before she could argue further, he leaned in and kissed her again. ellie sighed, winding her arms back around his neck.

in what felt like the blink of an eye, the time between snoozes had passed. her phone lit up between them, its alarm blaring again.

“colt,” she murmured between kisses, close enough that her lips brushed his with every syllable, “i’m going to be late.”

“who cares,” he returned, in an answering low tone of voice that sounded incredibly tempting, from where she was sitting, “just be late.”

“i can’t just --”

someone cleared their throat from the doorway. she couldn’t see who it was with colt spread out on top of her, but she shoved him away nonetheless, scrambling to sit up as she dragged the back of her hand over her mouth guiltily.

colt sighed heavily as he rolled to stand, pushing up off the couch. when he moved out of the way, she saw that it was only mona, and relaxed. mona eyed the both of them blankly. “logan’s awake.”

crap. ellie stood, too, shifting around on her feet, cutting her eyes first to colt, then to mona and back again. “i’m going to go get dressed,” she said awkwardly, rushing up the stairs toward the loft as quickly as possible.

this was such a mess. she knew she couldn’t avoid addressing it forever -- sooner or later, she’d have to talk to logan. she’d have to tell him everything.

at least we don’t have to talk about it today, ellie said to herself, feeling relieved. she was too exhausted for that conversation.

she brushed her teeth and slipped into the familiar comfort of her langston sweater, bouncing down the stairs with her backpack. if she didn’t hit any red lights on the way to school she’d probably be right on time.

except that the sound of fighting drew her attention, and when she stepped into the garage, she saw logan and colt going at it, scrambling to get hits on one another.

so much for not talking about it today, she sighed, setting her backpack down and planting her hands on her hips. exhausted as she was, it looked like she was going to be late -- and not for a reason as pleasant as the one she’d been hoping for.

#colt kaneko #ride or die #colt kaneko x mc #ellie wheeler #choicescocaw #colt kaneko x ellie wheeler #myfic #long post #will i ever take a break from writing this pairing? no #i have 2 ideas for rodaw that i know are so involved and going to take me a long ass time to write #but am i working on those? also no #literally on my to write list i had 'why would we play spin the bottle with only 2 people? colt x ellie' for 6 weeks #ignoring it for other things and then it randomly caught my attention again and i sat down and wrote this #so i hope u all like it #anyway you know what happens next #in the story #sad :( but also good for those of us who love drama which is me

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years ago

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Hi! Could I request the gang with a S/O who loves animals (cats, dogs, etc.) You can ignore this request if you want to! Have a good day/ night!

A/N: Thanks for the request! I love animals, I had fun with this!

DARRY CURTIS

Every week, Darry’s telling you that you can’t bring home another animal, that he’s barely able to put food on the table for his brothers and you, the last thing he needs is another mouth to feed

But when you look at him like that, clutching whatever small, helpless animal has caught your attention this time, Darry has a hard time saying no sometimes

I firmly believe that you could convince him to leave out a dish of milk for all the neighborhood stray cats, maybe even some food

Darry loves how compassionate you are, and it shows especially through your love for the animals you find yourself involved with all the time

He comes home often to you trying to bring in a stray or a lost animal, begging him to just keep for a few days, at least until you can find it’s real home or a new place for the animal to stay

Please, for the love of god, bat your eyelashes and plead all you can, find and dog and keep it with this man, I promise you, he’s such a dog guy, I have many feelings about raising a dog with him

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop thinks your affinity for animals is cute, he definitely calls you a dog or cat whisperer, really a [insert whatever animal you get along with best] whisperer

If you manage to tame some of the stray cats wandering around the DX, Sodapop will literally be so impressed, I swear, he thinks you’re the coolest thing ever

Argues with Darry sometimes because he wants to keep some of the animals you find and care for them because he just think they’re super cute

He’s the one who comes up with the names for whatever animals you find, it’s his way of being involved in your things and as someone named Sodapop, I think he’d have a few good name suggestions, don’t you?

If you’re good with horses? That’s probably why the two of you clicked to begin with and got along so well, you probably met him while he had Mickey Mouse still

Speaking of Mickey Mouse, I have a feeling he talks about him a lot with you, and I think, if you tried hard enough, you two could start spending more time out at the stables with the rodeo, being around the horses together again <3

PONYBOY CURTIS

I speak as one of them, but if you’re one of those people who have like all sorts of animal facts memorized? I can guarantee Ponyboy is going to love you

He’s got that bookish, nerdy personality, and I think if you had a new fact or something every time you saw him, I just think it would be really cute!

I either see him as that guy who absolutely loves animals, or is totally thrown off by big dogs

I can’t figure out which one I like more but I hope you all know those are the two options I’ve got in my noggin

So I think he’d be amused by your love of animals, thinking it’s just as cute as you are, and definitely part of your charm <3

I can definitely see him encountering an animal out on the town and just randomly spouting off something about them that you told him and all the greasers just turning and looking at him like ???

DALLAS WINSTON

If anything, Dallas is a dog person, which is ironic because he’s got such a catty personality, but just trust me, the cats know he’s one of them

If you befriend the stray cats in the streets, expect some comments about how Dally isn’t afraid to kick your cats if they get too close to him, which they definitely will because y’know, they’re cats

He’s an asshole, okay? You know this, I know this, he’s not the perfect person, he’s just a kid who’s had a rough life and takes it out on other people and things sometimes

That being said, Dallas won’t hurt animals. Partially because of your affinity for them, partially because he isn’t that much of an asshole, he’s only mean to people

You might even catch him fooling around with the stray cats if you’re lucky, squatting down and scratching the ones who bravely step out to face him behind the ears

He doesn’t really have an opinion about your love of animals though? That’s just the way you are, and he really kind of digs you so he just kinda has to dig the love of animals too, y’know?

JOHNNY CADE

I think Johnny would be an animal person too, he would much rather deal with animals than with other people

I think you guys would bond over that? The preference of animals? I just think it’s kind of cute, I can definitely see the two of you running into each other while you’re trying to keep up with a stray dog or something

If you work at a shelter or something, or if you have your own pet, Johnny always wants to come and hang out with you, he loves being around your animals

Let’s just say, if Johnny comes to spend some time at your house, and you have a dog or a cat or something, he takes a solid ten minutes to spend time with your pet before he even spares you a second glance

It’s not that he doesn’t love you! It’s just that he also really loves your pet and he believes that he should shower your dog/cat/whatever with love and affection before he spends time with you

He would really want to have a dog or something with you, I think. He’d treat that pup like it was a baby, spoiling it rotten

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

All I can see when I sit down and try to write this, is Two-Bit trying to flirt with you, saying he’s really great with animals, that animals really love him, and then him getting bit by whatever animals he’s messing with

Hence, leading you to take care of him, chastising him for whatever he did wrong and teaching him what he should have done all while he stares at you with hearts in his eyes

Two-Bit’s a sweetheart, and I have no doubt that animals really do love him! But sometimes, mistakes and accidents happen

Also, expect him to show up with random orphaned animals he found in the street, asking for you to help him take care of them

For example, he found a kitten in the street, just a little baby all alone in the cold world, and who else is he going to go to for help other than you?

The two of you take care of the cat, you fall for each other, Two-Bit gives the cat to his little sister and takes you out on a date, everyone ends up happy!

STEVE RANDLE

Steve has his cars, you have your animals, two things you’re both very passionate about, even if the other isn’t as into the topic!

Steve can tell you all about the parts of an engine and about paint jobs and the chrome, every single piece of the car and what it does or why it’s important; he thinks it’s cool that you’re the same way with animals

Now that doesn’t mean he’s too keen on allowing your animals into his garage, but I think he’d be okay with walking around town with you, walking whatever pet you have or looking for whatever animal has caught your attention

I think he’d be a dog person too, preferring them over cats but not disliking cats, y’know? He just thinks dogs are better to have because you can play with him

Your dog/cat/whatever animals are not allowed in his car unless it’s an absolute emergency because heaven forbid Steve get dog/cat/whatever hair all over his interior

He’ll throw such a fit and then you’ll get in a fight and it’s just easier for everyone if you don’t bring the animals along on your dates

TIM SHEPARD

If you need a place to keep an animal you’ve taken under your wing, Tim can maybe be convinced to take something in for you

You’ve gotta be the one to take care of it though, Tim’s more than fine with having you over all the time if it means that you’re the one feeding whatever animal you’ve got living in a crate in his kitchen

Tim like having you around, he likes having you in the house, and he’ll tell you so, mumbling about how the house seems happier when you’re hanging around

If anything, he’s a dog person, so he’ll be a little more lenient if you show up on his front step one day, maybe soaking wet from a storm with a little puppy shivering underneath your coat

Tim’s happy that you have your thing? That you love animals? But I don’t see him as a huge animal lover-

Not because he’s a bad person or anything, just because he’s barely taking care of his siblings sometimes, animals are just another mouth to feed that he probably won’t be able to take care of

CURLY SHEPARD

Arguably, one of the best boys for you to be with when you’ve got an animal obsession, Curly’s cool with your animals

He’ll argue with Tim till he’s blue in the face if you need a home for whatever animal you’ve found yourself with, he’s content to argue on your behalf

I can totally see him losing his mind if you find a little kitten or something, I think he doesn’t have a preference between dogs or cats, but just liking animals

Humor me for a moment and just picture Curly standing and cradling a tiny little kitten while it’s mewing in his scarred hands-

Tell me you wouldn’t fall in love with him right then and there and I’m gonna call you a big fat liar-

He really does think it cool, your love for animals and your big heart, he thinks you’re sweet, y’know? Curly just really loves it, I don’t know what else to say <3

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xkseii · 2 years ago

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HEYYYY SO I've got a request not sure if it's open or not just ignore it if not! Don't really wanna bother you but I thought you could write this since I love your writing really! So may I request a blind male reader x genshin boys. Just a simple request really, a reminder FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!! or maybe you could also add spicy things they would do. IT IS UP TO YOU!! HAPPY late late NEW YEAR TO YOU, MY DEAR!!

⎮Blinding Love⎮

⏤ Characters: Aether⎮Diluc⎮Gorou⎮Kaeya

⏤ Including: mention of injuries, minor possessive behaviour, soft nsfw, mention of heat

⏤ 3.200 words

♣︎ Aether

✷ You were born with congenital blindness. Your vision has always been poor and growing up with this particular trait, you learned how to live without being affected by it.

✷ Living in Mondstadt was rather easy to go around, the alleys were clean and taken care of properly most of the time, and despite the few sets of stairs leading to the Church that was your only problem, the rest was fine. You didn't need anyone's help as you were doing just fine on your own, though you would let Amber or Barbara guide you sometimes, knowing it was reassuring them.

✷ Being born in the city of freedom and living there since forever, people knew about your disability and would be kind enough to not stand in your way, some of them sometimes telling you when a land degradation has been noticed or anything that could be problematic.

✷ In other words, you were living just fine there. With your friends, and family by your side, you weren't less happy than anyone else because of your blindness.

✷ When Aether showed up to Mondstadt for the first time, you didn't get the opportunity to meet, and it didn't really matter. You only grew curious about him when you heard about his won battle against Dvalin. But it was rather awkward to ask about him randomly, so you didn't try to.

✷ Meanwhile, you caught Aether's interest as he often saw you with Amber, Kaeya or Barbara, but never coming towards him or greeting him. Though, you were just unaware that the presence in your back was him, and not just a passer-by.

✷ He discovered that you were blind by accident, as Paimon flew into your back while she wasn't paying attention, and Kaeya scolded her for it. Aether felt extremely embarrassed by his and Paimon's mistake, and also for thinking that you were rude for ignoring them.

✷ To make up for his misconception, which you weren't even aware of, he started to accompany you everywhere. It became quickly annoying, as he was treating you like a baby, even though you could take care of yourself perfectly fine. At some point, it really started to get on your nerves and politely told him what you were thinking.

✷ He made efforts to understand you more, and slowly, you became much closer. Before he left again to find his sister, he promised to come back as regularly as he could, and he did. Only holding your hand when the ground was damaged or telling you if someone was coming your way rapidly, he was always paying attention for the both of you.

✷ After a few months, he finally asked you out. Now being officially boyfriends, he suggested taking you with him on his journey, uncaring if it could slow him down in the search for his sister, he just wanted to spend more time with you. Undeniably, it has been the best days of his life, sharing everything and helping you discover Teyvat.

✷ On a more spicy note, despite being blind, you were the one with the more temper and confidence, and so, would take most of the decisions or verbally defend Aether. Your hearing was extremely sensitive, which was extremely useful to avoid a surprise attack, which saved you many times.

✷ In bed, it was the same case, with your strong confidence, you would either be a top or a power bottom. Knowing Aether's body by heart, you didn't need your eyes at all to drive him insane, and he was always quick to submit to you. He never cared about giving all the control to you, as he knew he would be rewarded with a mind-blowing orgasm.

✷ By the end of the night, Aether would often end up chained to the bed, enduring the overwhelming pleasure until you were satisfied. The way your hands touch him, and your lips collided with his, was enough to show him how much you loved or cared for him.

✷ No one could give him as much love and pleasure as you were, and that's why he will always protect you from everything. Keeping you by his side was his priority, even if it meant threatening someone through his actions instead of his words, so you couldn't catch on.

��︎ Diluc

✷ You were born with a rare condition, which was to be completely blind. You couldn't see or detect light at all, the world has always been pure darkness for you.

✷ After living in Liyue all your life, you chose to sojourn in Mondstadt for an unknown amount of time. Your condition remained a secret for most, if not all the citizens of Mondstadt. With your brother by your side all the time, he was the only one who knew about it, and would guide you everywhere.

✷ Even though you hated needing him most of the time, you couldn't do anything without his assistance, so you swallowed your pride and accept the harsh reality. The only place where you didn't need help was your house, as you knew every corner of it, and as long as no one touch anything, you could live just fine.

✷ You met Diluc while walking in the street, with your brother by your side. As you were strolling around, listening to him describing verbally the city as well as he could, a man bumped into you, almost making you fall.

✷ Your brother didn't have the time to react when the man was grabbed strongly by the shoulder and forced to apologize, the Master of the Dawn Winery not allowing such rudeness in front of him.

✷ He was a bit confused about why you weren't looking at him or in his direction, until it clicked, understanding why you had always your brother holding you or whispering things in your ear. As newcomers were rapidly known around the city, gossips were inevitable, and he was rather surprised that you managed to keep this condition hidden from everyone.

✷ As the good man that he was, he never spoke about it to anyone. And to who would he say it anyway?-

✷ Curious, he would often check on you during his free time, or send gifts from the Winery, as you avoid crowded places like the Tavern. Diluc isn't good with feelings or expressing himself, so it took him a long time before directly interacting with you.

✷ Slowly but surely, he took your brother's place as your guide whenever he was free, walking around the city with you and even bringing you to the Winery. The time you spent together was extremely precious, and he even mentioned you to Kaeya a few times when he was drunk, sharing something with him for the first time in years.

✷ Diluc loved to write letters, but since you couldn't read them, he gave up. Until, he learned about braille, and finally, he gathers the courage to write you a letter expressing his deeper feelings, knowing almost nobody expects you could read it.

✷ With the help of your brother, who didn't question the content of the letter, wrote a reply. Which was positive, as the same afternoon, Diluc was knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers. You shared the softest kiss of your life, both your first one, as it was your first and last romantic relationship.

✷ Since then, you moved to the Winery with him, the maids taking care of most things for you. Absolutely adore you for bringing a smile to Diluc's face, and they became your closest confidants. You even convinced Diluc to introduce you to Kaeya, wanting to know more about his past, and consciously making them grow closer again, during the diner you invited Kaeya to every Sunday.

✷ With a good amount of money, Diluc paid to make the city more accessible for everyone, wanting you to be able to live in the easiest and most comfortable way.

✷ Diluc was extremely soft and conscientious with you, always making sure that you were alright with being touched or kissed. Your first time together was delicate and full of love, slow as you were both inexperienced, and your only goal was to show how much you cared about the other.

✷ As time went on, it didn't change much. Diluc was always focused on pleasing you, hearing your moans and praises, as it was enough for him to cum. He was devoted to you, set on serving you until his last breath. He was yours, and all your wishes will always be granted, whatever they were.

✷ Making love wasn't one of your priorities, as most touches were gentle and without any second thoughts. Still, when it does happen that one of you is particularly needy, the other is always here to dedicate himself.

✷ Diluc was the one who often ended up on his knee for you, mouth wide open as he gave you mind-numbing pleasure until all your worries washed away and only your love for him was remaining.

✷ You are the gentlest and most in love couple, already engaged, and that would do anything for the other.

♣︎ Gorou

✷ You became partially blind during the war, and you started suffering from blurry vision, eye pain and high sensitivity to light. Enabling you to continue fighting for the resistance.

✷ Gorou has always been a close friend of yours, even before the start of the war. When he became general of the Watatsumi Army, you followed him without thinking, wanting to support and protect your friend.

✷ During one of the numerous battles that took place, you went there under Gorou's command, jumping into the fight. It lasted for some long days, enduring a few minor injuries, but nothing important enough to make you leave the battlefield. Until an enemy took you by surprise and inflicted you with a wound that will never heal.

✷ You were transported out of the battlefield as soon as possible, but it was a lost cause. The damages done to your head and eyes were irreparable, and you had to accept that your life would never be the same again.

✷ Maybe it was shame or guilt, but you weren't able to face Gorou until the end of the war.

✷ You did your best to avoid him, and get busy in one way or another, even if you weren't physically able to go out yet. The light was causing you a violent headache, and you couldn't stay with your eyes open for too long. That's why you wore bandages around your head for some long days until it wasn't as painful.

✷ Successfully never crossing paths with Gorou, you felt yourself get better. Unfortunately, your luck couldn't do miracles for so long, as you get woken up by someone knocking at your door, and you open it without thinking. To your surprise, it wasn't one of the doctors that was standing there, but Gorou as you heard him stop breathing for a few seconds, whispering your name in shock.

✷ He went to find you, so he could announce the news himself, that the war was over. And instead, he found his closest friend with a bandaged head and grey eyes, void of emotions or profoundness.

✷ Just as shocked as him, you slammed the door shut, not knowing how to deal with this guilt except hiding away. Despite Gorou knocking at the door, and calling your name, you never opened the door, sitting on the ground in silence.

✷ He learned the truth from one of the men that were in your battalion, explaining what happened exactly and the extent of your injuries. Due to the sudden horrible information, Gorou had trouble processing the truth, blaming himself for your pain.

✷ After a long conversation with Kokomi, he concluded that he couldn't let your friendship end this way, and rushed to talk to you, even if he had to beg for hours until you open the door. But you gave up after a few minutes and witnessed a teary Gorou, that was apologizing over and over. This afternoon was filled with tears and pain, finally opening up to one another.

✷ Since then, Gorou was at your side day and night, doing everything that you couldn't do, checking on your injuries and making sure everything was fine. He strongly refused to leave your side, even when you went back home, as he begged until you accepted to let him sleep in your guest room.

✷ Maybe it was the constant closeness, or Gorou's need to protect you. But he ended up sleeping in your bed at one point, and then, using your clothes, hugging you suddenly, caressing your face the same way a lover would. And finally, on a drunken night, he kissed you, deeply and lovingly.

✷ You never talked about this night, you were close enough to understand the meaning of it. Accepting easily the change of relationship and status, now introducing the other as a boyfriend instead of a friend. It happened so easily, that you never questioned it. Gorou soon moved in with you, and stayed by your side, despite your ability to fully take care of yourself.

✷ After months of living together and sleeping on the same bed, everything happened naturally. One second, you were both kissing, your hands cradling his face and his griping your neck, and then, you were both naked, with Gorou moaning under you. Nails digging into your back and creating dark marks, not letting you go until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

✷ Rapidly, you noticed how Gorou was constantly needy, holding onto you and begging for a bit of attention. This behaviour was even worse when he was in heat, tempting you in the lewdest way to get you to destroy his body. So many nights were spent with Gorou's legs on your shoulders as you pound into him, filling him up to the brim.

✷ Gorou and you became inseparable, one was never seen without the other. Everyone was aware of how possessive and protective he was of you, no one daring to get too close or for too long. If his behaviour wasn't enough to tell that you were off limits, the numerous marks left on you were an even clearer message.

✷ Now, he was determined to keep you safe, protect you and love you. Becoming blind wasn't even a big deal anymore, as he was always by your side to do everything you weren't able to. Losing your eyes, you gained a devoted lover.

♣︎ Kaeya

✷ You became partially blind partly because of Khaenri'ah. Just like the few descendants and survivors of the ultimate destruction, you earned something from it, as it affected either your face or eyes. For you, it was your eyes only, which always reminded you of where you were from.

✷ Unlike a certain Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, this star in both your eyes caused your blindness. Forced to hide those rare and considered dangerous traits, you would wear a blindfold, telling curious people that you got badly injured in a fight and refusing to show the damages. And usually, it would make everyone uncomfortable enough to drop the topic.

✷ Travelling from city to city, you discovered the world without a set goal, only wishing to feel free and happy. You stayed for a little while at Snezhnaya, passed by Natlan and Fontaine rather quickly, and fell in love with Sumeru. Until you had to leave, travelling through Inazuma and Liyue, to finally reach Mondstadt.

✷ There, you met with someone who seemed weirdly familiar, something about him drawing you closer.

✷ Sitting at the bar alone, you stood out because of your different kinds of clothes and blindfold, catching the eyes of some curious adventurers or even some knights' attention that were taking a break. You could easily feel the numerous eyes staring at you, not even trying to hide it.

✷ Drinking one glass after another, the bartender kept a close eye on you, softly tapping his fingertips beside the glass to tell you where he put it. The kind gesture brought a smile to your face, thanking him for being so observant, as he dismissed the appreciation, and put it on doing his job well.

✷ As you discussed with the bartender, you failed to notice the man sitting down next to you, only the sudden annoyed tone of your new acquaintance made you realize the unknown presence. Slowly turning your head towards them, acting as if you could see them, you offered to pay for their drink.

✷ The offer was met with a deep laugh, and the man's right hand, who introduced himself as Kaeya, was placed on your thigh. You could sense his inquiring eyes on you as he asked more about your journey, soft grip tightening when you mentioned your studies and the pride of humankind.

✷ You both drink until getting slowly sick of the taste, and in his kindness, Kaeya suggested helping you walk back home. Even though you were perfectly able to walk alone, using your geo vision to feel through the ground if someone was near or walking towards you. You kept quiet, and let him guide you, thanking him after sensing him walk away silently.

✷ For the following days, you would learn more about the city and its surroundings during the day, and drink with Kaeya every evening until the middle of the night. You were still wary of each other, but you found an unknown comfort while talking to him, sharing harmless information that wouldn't put you in a difficult position.

✷ One night, after Kaeya guided you back home, you went to take a shower immediately, hating the smell of alcohol sticking to you, overwhelming your senses. Perhaps it was the remannings of alcohol that numbed your brain, but you opened the door without thinking, blessing the familiar man with a full view of your bare torso and uncovered eyes.

✷ Everything happened too quickly, his hands were on your shoulders and then the door was slammed shut, his lips pressed against yours as he asked where your bedroom was. Your first night shared together was on impulse, just a sudden urge to possess the other.

✷ There was no explanation for it, no reason to act this way, as it just happened. Embracing the other, pouring out all your frustrations as moans and groans filled up the silence of the room. Growing more frantic, rough and lustful, you lost yourselves in the pleasure of enlaced bodies and minds.

✷ Sooner or later, the eyepatch was discarded, and your eyes ended up wide open, the rushed pace came to a stop. His hands cradled your face, confused, but understanding words were exchanged, and you proposed to talk about it when you'll both sober.

✷ The next day, hidden by the blanket, Kaeya was holding onto you tightly, memories rushing back to him. It was as if he found another piece of himself, something or someone that he lost a long time ago. With hushed words, you promised to keep it a secret, so this shared history could remain a safe haven.

✷ And until now, your paths never diverged from the other, staying close and not letting anything stop you. Accepting your future, as long as you remained together, Kaeya endured his fate.

✷ Your relationship was never defined, but everyone's opinion was the same, you were soulmates who finally found their promised one.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

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partyanimal167 · 2 years ago

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Be Careful, She Bites- Nico x F! Twilight! Reader

Idk why, but I randomly got into a Gangsta. kick again, and gosh, I really miss this anime. I've read some fics on AO3 and know some people here who are in the fandom. I don't think I've ever written anything for the fandom, so I might as well try while I'm on this plane. I need to remember to add this anime to my pinned post.

I hope this is good. Thanks for reading!!!

CW: canon-typical violence, language, slightly unhinged fem reader lol

You weren't interested in being on your best behavior while trying to settle in a new town. Someone needed to make things interesting.

"You need to act right." That was the order you continued to repeat to yourself as your trailed behind your employer into a bland abandoned warehouse that could have been easily confused with the tens that surrounded it. You didn't really care what business was being carried out right now. The boss only needed you as protection which was a smart decision. The two of you were still new in town and while you had the blessings of the big heads' across the country, their protection from money alone could only do so much with the distance.

You easily ignored the lecherous stares shot your way from some low totem pole men. You continued to roll that sour hard candy in your mouth as you leaned against a stack of crates. The weather was sweltering, so you were happy you decided to don a cropped hoodie and capris. One guy kept staring, so you flicked him off. "Y/N," Damn you could never have any fun.

Negotiations were wrapping up when yelling and gun shots could be heard nearby. A window crashed from the side of the building, and two men stood casually. One had a gun out, long white blonde hair, and an eye patch. The other looked a little more rugged. He had black hair, a permanent scowl, and hand rested on the sword resting on his side.

You crunched your candy and grinned wildly. This looked like the good type of trouble to be in.

"Yoohoo, the Monroe family sends their regards." The blonde says before shooting a weaker pawn. The men instantly move to attack before other individuals join the intruders' side.

"What the fuck is going on?" the man who was talking to your boss exclaims before starting to run away.

You wanted in on the action, but you knew your priority was to get to safety. You leapt to your boss' side and started to run towards an exit.

You were cut off by that dark-haired fellow who crouched down and seemed ready to pull out that sword on you. You grinned and held out your arm in front of your boss. "I'm really in a playful mood, but I suggest you get out of my way." He didn't say anything to you, but your reflexes kicked in and tossed a knife behind him--knocking down a man who had a gun in his hand and aiming at you.

"We're not with them. Just candidates for a business relationship." the boss explained. The man didn't seem to care at all, but he looked passed you two towards his partner.

"Let them be. We don't need more work." his friend called out. In an instant, he was over by him; the light breeze passing by you.

You chuckled and continued to run off. "Hope to catch you soon!"

~~~

Your boss was adaptable if anything. That attack led to that group being absorbed and now business wanting to be done with the notorious Monroe family. You caught some of the details when your partner droned on the phone with the big bosses. You wish you paid more attention though because now you were being shuffled around a too nice-looking banquet room filled with overly dressed individuals and you in your finest pair of slacks and dress shirt. Against your better judgement, your top buttons were undone with the chain of your tags peeking at the right angle.

It was insisted that the venue and Monroes would be a safe space for your kind, but in your experience, there was no such thing. You grumbled when greeted by Daniel Monroe and properly chastised afterwards (though he didn't seem to mind much).

The only thing that kept you from running off was the arrival of those two men from before. Since the meeting, you did a little research and got quite a variety of information on the Handymen duo. They seemed like a good type of trouble to keep close for backup, and you expressed that to the boss. They seemed to agree with you for once.

The one named Worick smiled nicely to the boss and yourself--even kissing their hand. You thought the gesture to be corny yet kinda hot all the same. Your boss was not amused. Worick went on to introduce Nicolas to you. Your suspicions about your similarities were confirmed from your research, and you didn't mind peering down at the man. "Hey cuite," you chuckled. He only glared at you. You straightened up and held out your hands. No need to be mean, I don't bite. He showed more emotion with your hands being used to communicate.

"Stop being a brat. Yes you do." your boss scolded. They turned their attention back to Worick. "Excuse her, if I give her an inch, she takes a mile. Can never be to cautious."

That seemed to be enough for a laugh. "Well that's what makes working with our partners so exciting."

~~~

Nicolas knew trouble miles away, and you were trouble. He didn't often come across Twilights that were similar in strength to him, and he didn't need to see your tags to know.

He had been trailing your duo for a few hours at the request of Cristiano family who knew that you were from some distant family of powerful people. They just wanted to make sure you weren't trying to upset the city's power balance. It was boring work truthfully, but there were perks to being quiet and knowing how to hide.

Right now, the two of you were in some shitty restaurant, so Nicolas sat in a narrow alley bored. There were probably a lot of things going on during this busy time of day that he couldn't hear or cared to.

However a whoosh passed his face could definitely be felt.

He looked up to see your form standing at the alley entrance and turned to see one of your knifes stuck in the brick wall a few feet away. He reached out for his sword.

"Wow wow," you held out your hands in defense, "no need to get all violent on me." You laughed. "Can't I play with you a bit? After all, you've been on my ass all day."

Nicolas shouldn't be too surprised hearing that you knew he was lurking. He grunted and relaxed slightly on his crate. He glared at you.

"Shame we're on the same side right now," you leaned against a wall, "I wanna know how look in a fight. You one of those pill poppers?"

He knew what you were suggesting. Nicolas grunted. We all pop pills. Gonna die either way.

You grinned then shrugged. "Got a point there." You walked towards him. Nicolas was ready for an attack, but you passed him to retrieve your knife. "So what fun is there to do in this godforsaken city?"

There is no fun for us. We're here to kill and follow orders.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "What a killjoy." you still had a mischievous look in your eyes. Nicolas didn't jerk away when you reached out your hand and cupped his chin. You ran a thumb across the bottom of his lip and licked your own. "Lucky for you, I still think we can show each other a good time. There's always that at least." you grinned madly when your thumb entered the man's mouth and was held tightly between his teeth.

"Be careful. I bite too."

~~~

I miss this show/manga so much!!! I hope Kohske is doing okay. Her wellbeing is more important.

I liked writing for this fandom. The world is such an interesting setting and how things work in it. Maybe I'll try some more later.

Thank you for reading!!!

#gangsta #gangsta fanfiction #nicolas brown #nico brown #benriya #gangsta manga #gangtsa x reader #nicolas x reader #black fem reader #twilight reader #mine #stewie writes #partyanimal167

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your-fave-adopted-you · 3 years ago

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Hello! I would like to make a request with Crowley reacting to a Father's Day gift 👀

MC are too tired of the irresponsible behavior of their guardian and the chaos that is happening in the NRC, so all they can do is passive aggression

okay this is hilarious.

Guardian! Crowley reacts to a passive-agressive father's day gift

Characters : Crowley

Gn pronouns were used.

TW : none.

Context : It's been some time since you randomly appeared at NRC. It's principal, Crowley, had quickly grown very fond of you and decided to be your guardian.

However, as odd as it sounds, most of the time it felt like you were the one responsible for him, and not the other way around.

Everyone tells you how hard it is to get accepted there, that it's a very professional and organized institution.

Yeah, you're not buying that. Just some days after you were brought here, a dorm leader literally overblotted, and a while after, yet another one did, and so on.

This institution seems to be home for chaos but is your guardian, self proclaimed bestest father, and the one in charge of the whole place doing anything about it?

Nah, he leaves his precious non-magical kid to be (the extreme and dangerous version of) a therapist for literally everyone.

You were fed up with this, but knowing Crowley, complaining wouldn't do much.

Today's father's day.

You had thought about not gifting Crowley anything, as a way of saying "Act more like a father and maybe next year you'll get one"

But that idea made you feel like you were still the parent of this dinamic, scolding the childish one in hopes of correcting his behavior.

Isn't that exactly what you want to stop?

anyways, what should an actual young adult do in this situation?

Yeah, being petty as hell sounds about right.

You were (again) texting your best friend about your frustrations regarding Crowley.

"hey, y/n, would you give me permission to roast your dad?"

"yeah sure."

he had. so many memes prepared for this occasion.

Most he made himself after listening to you complain about the crowdad almost daily. Yep, they were mostly inside jokes.

There was one, however, that caught your attention.

"Pfff i think I may have his father's day gift figured out"

"naaah you're not going to do that, right?"

"😈😈😈"

"RIGHT?"

all of a sudden this is an arts and crafts montage.

You printed the text and stuff and glued it to the thinnest piece of cardboard you could find.

You also told Idia about your idea and he let you use his 3D printer, for the sake of shitpost.

Once it was done, it looked so professional, like if you had bought it for like, 2$ at the gas station.

"5minutes b4 disaster" was the caption of an (intentionally) slightly blurry pic you posted, that showed your magnum opus.

You finally go to the principal's office.

There he is, playing some annoying mobile game that typically pops up as an ad for a relatively better game way too often.

you give him your beautifully wrapped gift.

"OH! MY PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL Y/N!!! I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T FORGET!"

why. does he always have to yell.

as he unwraps your gift, the smile in his faces just gets wider.

"YOU-"

oh my god.

"YOU MADE AN ACTION FIGURE OF YOUR BELOVED DAD?? WHY! I TOTALLY DESERVE THIS!! my sweet, sweet y/n, i know see how you may feel about HAVING THE BEST DAD EVER!!"

yeah he's totally ignoring the package.

the worst part is- you're convinced he read the whole thing, but he's just delusional.

your mission has been a total failure.

The next time you go to his office, you notice the figure on his desk, next to a post-it drawing of you, looking up to the it and smiling.

there's also multiple printed pictures of you (some taken from your social media and a couple paparazzi style)

he's ... actually working on some paperwork, wow. he seems very content.

for just this time. you can let him win.

#twst x mc #twst x reader #dire crowley

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beeindaclouds · 3 years ago

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Hii! Hope you’re having a great day!

So I had this in my mind for quite a while, how about a Karl x a reader who’s always sleepy? I can already imagine how clingy it’d be when they sleep w/ each other or reader randomly falling asleep on him lol— Feel free to ignore this request if you’re not comfy writing it! Thanks a lot! <3

(Maybe with a damned sleep schedule also if you don’t mind adding, bc I’ve been staying up constantly to like, idk, 1 or 2 in the morning lately? Thanks again!:D)

Hallo, thank you for the request!

I've been staying up late to in these past few days, because my cat always seems to annou me at exactly 1AM and them I have to stay awake until he falls asleep or he'll jump everywhere like a frikin bunny :')

Hope you enjoy<3

Karl Jacobs × Sleepy!Reader

Click Here before requesting, please <3

Why are you two the perfect couple, wtf-

You are sleepy most of the day, so during the night you have to let out all the accumulated energy

And Karl is made of 70% Monsters so he almost never sleeps

You two are like two owls lol

During the day you get so sleepy that you tend to subconsciously cling to Karl, who absolutely doesn't mind the extra affection

And Karl adores to see you waddling around the house, in one of his hoodies, as you try to get things done but are to drowsy to do so

And then at night all hell breaks lose

The amout of 2AM streams you have done togheter are uncountable

Chat has now started to questioning your health as Karl drinks his 5th monster of the day and you seemed to have eaten so much sugar that you could not stay still

I imagine that you were once invited to participate in a MrBeast video, something like hide and seek, and you ended up falling asleep as you waited to be found

Luckily for you Karl, who has already been found, was the one to find you snoring away in your little hiding place

He had to carry you back to the starting point since you were too tired and needles to say that that clip went viral

You are known in Karl's chat as "Sleeping Beauty" and people have made bets over who slept more between you and George

Another clip that went viral between you two was when you fell asleep on Karls shoulder on stream, while he was talking with friends

He turned off his camera to give you privacy, which caught his friends attention

"Karl, you good?"

"Yeah, Y/N just fell asleep and I don't want to move them from here"

"Aww, love's disgusting :D"

Idk who to put as the friend so just imagine who yourself :')

And to end everything in a cute way, cuddles. You two spend most of your time cuddling, and you will even hold onto him whenever he has to leave

If you want to take the clinginess to another level, you hold onto him like a koala as he moves around the house to do stuff lol

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamsmpblurb #dsmpblurb #mcytblurb #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #beeblurbs

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bakuvantea · 4 years ago

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HEY BESTIE I HOPE YOUR HAVING AN AMAZING DAY

CAN I GET SOME GENERAL HEADCANONS WITH SUNG JIN-WOO WITH A FEMALE S/O

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE BUT REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

>:)

general relationship headcanons of sung jin-woo with his beloved s/o

- warnings: none! just a tad bit of nsfw implications

- audience: I made this gender neutral, i do hope that’s okay!!

- a/n: hello >:) anonnn (may i call u that? lmao-) here’s your request love!! thank you for your kind words <33 stay heathy, stay hydrated, and always rest up okay? hope you have an amazing day ahead too!!

also idk who jacob is-

-•-

: pre-awakened jin-woo (before entering the carthenon temple)

> he was always cautious, he didn't want [you] to hear the whispers going around about how you could've chosen someone better, about how you could've loved someone that was not him. thus, he was very shy and timid, always on edge when he feels the piercing stares from his batchmates -most especially when you try to initiate physical contact with him in your school or in public, you'd see him uncomfortable and so you'd immediately stop (because you respect him, ily). behind closed doors though he would always go above and beyond in pleasing you and making you feel loved, although he always doubts himself so you always make sure to give him praises and assure him that he is the one you love (not that jerk jacob from the class next door).

> he always wears spare hair ties or hair pins around his wrists in case you forget or lose yours. in fact when its weekends -and when he's not out infiltrating dungeons and positively offering his life on a silver platter- he always tries to study new hairdos and hairstyles so he can have more variations and choices when he ties or pins your hair for you. he'd always kiss the top of your head after and you'd feel his smile as he nuzzles your hair, smelling your shampoo. since his hair is also long, you'd also return the favor and tie his hair for him. his favorite would have to be the classic apple look with a pointy lock of hair erect in the middle -he really looks like a shih tzu, adorable-

> he.blushes.so.easily !!! he is very weak to praises and your lil kisses that pepper his face. you can see him glow and you even see his smile evidently becoming wider despite him shying away from you, looking downwards to avoid your loving gaze.

> he may be sht but he is also very playful towards you, teasing you and throwing pillows at you when you’re in his room, what a baby.

> often during dates he'd always need to leave early because he really needs to earn money and g to the dungeons. although you try to offer him some of your savings or your help during the dungeon raids, he'd always reject your offer, thinking of how it may burden you or the dungeon raids may possibly hurt you. you don't listen to him though, you give some of your savings to his sister when you cross paths in your school, and you'd always register after him in raids or call up someone you know to have you join in.

"(name) why are you here?!"

"angel face, i can handle myself just fine. it's my choice to help you and whether you like it or not, i've also been called for this raid. come love, we're going in."

> you'd always take his blue hoodie and wear it. he gets so shy when you smell it.

he gets frantic when you take his hoodie and start sniffing it, exclaiming; "stop! i smell weird."

you raise an eyebrow at him, "woo, you smell fine. i like it."

he tries to stutter a remark but was silenced by your smile.

> you always try to visit his mother with him and his sister, jinah. you always talk to their mother out loud and you'd see jinah smile gently at you and jin-woo trying to stop sniffles from escaping his lips by biting them and covering his face with his hoodie.

jinah: u simp

jin-woo: shut it

> he loved cuddles! but he really likes kissing your cheeks. he loves how soft they are and he loves feeling your cheeks move when you smile or laugh at his cute antics.

> he loves you so so dear

: post-awakened jin-woo (after the events of the carthenon temple)

> oh, dear it's the monarch-

> you weren't with him when he raided the "d-rank" dungeon that then turned out to be,, well pretty much a bloodbath, so you were very worried when you heard word of the news. you and jinah basically ran to the hospital and when you caught sight of him you almost fell down from relief and pure shock in seeing the state he's in. well, not long after though suddenly he's all buff and you were really trying to make sense of what's happening.

you: hello there good sir, what in the name of fck are you doing in my boyfriend’s room all sweaty and half-naked😀

jin-woo: (name) it’s me

you: haha yes, sir ‘it’s me’ that’s a pretty weird name but i don't judge, anyways my baby boy is not here uhm haha please get out of my boyfriend’s room

jin-woo: (name) it’s really me!

you: no sir, my woo radiates baby energy, you on the other hand radiates big dilf energy, haha i do not like what i am sensing so please for the life of me leave-

(jinah had to convince you that it is indeed jin-woo, you had her stop you from trying to hold his tiddies)

> you were very happy in seeing how confident he’s become, and you were even more proud with how he still says so humble despite his new accomplishments and title.

> it was obvious that he has become distant with others and have set a boundary between him and other hunters, you accept that part of him though since you know just how much he has gone through. he may act aloof towards others but he’s still very playful and comfortable with you.

> you have also noticed another thing though, he has become a bit possessive or much protective over you and jinah. he’d always have you bring a shadow with you to guard you when he can’t be with you. also, when someone stares at you for far too long, he’d step in and go, “hey there pal” and oh gosh was that enough to get the guy running (pretty damn hot)

> you still visit his mom with him, he doesn’t cry now though.

> when he trains, you’d insist on lying down below him when he does push-ups. you’d kiss him every time he swoops down and you’d hear him laugh which then makes you giggle as you hold his cheeks between your hands

> jinah is sick of the two you, always screaming about how on earth did her brother get an s/o before her, the audacity!

> his shadows adore you, of they’d always try to impress you or get head pats when you tell jin-woo to summon them for you. you live them to bits and always thanks them for a job well done in helping jin-woo with his raids. on the first time you accompanied him for a raid -you had to bribe him with more cuddles- and you were shocked with how his sweet adorable shadows turned a full 180, becoming ruthless towards the enemies. quite a show you’d say. after though, they’re back to flocking over you, even dismissing jin-woo lmao

jin-woo, watching you give each shadows head pats: i hate it here

you: get in line then

> it may be due to his newly acquired talents and his current mental and physical prowess but he has become more perceptive towards you. he can always read you and know just what your mood is and he always tries to make you feel better by giving his whole attention to you.

> of but of course, since dear jin-woo has become quite the looker, you also notice how girls flock over to him. and especially miss hae-in (she’s very sweet yes, but hey that’s your man so like—). the moment you discovered that she left her guild to join jin-woo’s, and then confessed (well basically she did) to your man, well you were upset but really who could blame her? instead of taking your frustrations out on her and your boyfriend, you decided to just talk it out with jin-woo and ask him about how it went. the two of you cleared it out and you got kisses and maybe even more after that ;))

> you and jin-ho are menaces to society when you are together, he hates how endearing and annoying you two can be. i mean, does he really hate it? nope, he absolutely loves seeing you two interact, although his head always throbs when you two start screaming to britney, gaga, and doja.

> a tease, he has become the master of being a tease, you hate it and love it at the same time. he’d trail kisses down your neck to your thighs and leave some marks then he’d suddenly walk away while asking you what take-out you want. rude, that’s what he is. ofc he always finished what he starts tho oop-

> he always randomly bites you now, you don’t know why but it’s really cute when he starts nibbling so you let him be.

> so extra when he tells you that he loves you. he professes it in such weird but adorable ways. one time he had printed out ‘i love you so much’ on a big-ass tarpaulin and had his shadows hold it for him while he’s kneeling down smoldering at you. you hate him so much (you don’t-). or that one time he bought a bouquet basket and had a ring tied to one of the flowers, you had to take the bouquet apart since the damn ring fell to the very bottom.

> sometimes when he gets back to the agency after his dungeon raids you and jin-ho would see him all grumpy and you immediately know that either he wasn’t able to make the enemy his soldier or his coat got ruined.

jin-woo: *sad noises*

jin-ho: that’s okay, you can kill and slaughter the others and take their souls next time

you: jin-ho couldn’t you have worded that better-

over-all, he’s the bestest boyfriend, such a sweet and handsome pretty boy much strong and reliable we love him<333

-•-

- a/n: i can add more to this if you’d like!! just hit me up again lmao it’s too long now so-

#sung jin woo x reader #sung jin woo #solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #manhwa #jin woo #jinwoo #sung jinwoo #winamikobabbles #sung jinwoo x reader

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lilac-5ky · 3 years ago

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Takasugi reacting to his gf working at a maid cafe

A/N: I just had the weirdest idea ever. It’s late and I don’t even know what I’m thinking about anymore. I guess this is more on the crack side of things, but not an AU.

Warning: HEAVILY Inappropriate, but no actual smut. NSFW THOUGH! oh and no proofread, wrote this on my tablet whoops, you never know when random inspiration hits.

Due to the nature of his “occupation”, Takasugi spends the majority of his time away from Edo. You know that you are welcome to join him on his cause, but honestly, there wasn’t much you could offer. Unlike him, you weren’t a skilled fighter nor a bright strategist. You were just plain old you who constantly fluctuated between all sorts of jobs in an attempt to make a living.

It wasn't as if Takasugi wouldn't offer you a helping hand if asked. In reality, it was more of a "you striving to be independent" kinda thing. You didn't want to be the girl who relies on their partner for every single thing. Your pride wouldn't allow it, and so, to make ends meet, you stumbled upon your current part time job; a maid cafe waitress.

Other than the costume, serving drinks at such place wasn't much different than your previous jobs at bars or restaurants. All you had to do was live up to your customers' fantasies by smiling coyly and addressing them as master. It was that easy, and if you were being honest, the whole roleplay aspect rather excited you.

Fun work, flexible schedule, solid pay, nice environment and getting to bring home delicious snacks. There were only advantages to the whole thing, or so you thought until one day, Takasugi randomly showed at your doorstep. Somehow, informing of your new occupation had completely slipped your mind. Not just that, but he chose to visit minutes before your next shift began, leaving you with no other choice than to greet him dressed in your work outfit, a maid custom that consisted of a frilly skirt, tight corset, cat-ear headpiece, and, of course, thigh stockings.

Confused didn't even begin to explain his current expression. He simply stood idle by the frame, eyeing you from head to toes and then repeating it from the start. Takasugi was never big on pop culture and did nothing to keep up with the times, so naturally, seeing you dressed like that caught him off guard.

"Were you cleaning?", was the only logical explanation he could come up with.

"N-no, I was about to head out to work."

"You work as a maid?"

Once you sat him down and properly got to explain the nature of your job as well as the whole maid cafe concept, Takasugi seemed more puzzled than before. Holding onto the glass of water you offered him, he tipped it between his fingers, setting it onto the kitchen counter with a huff.

"Maid cafe… what's become of this country." He pondered with a scoff.

"Don't be so grumpy, Shinsuke. I bet there are far worse things plaguing the country that have nothing to do with maids or coffee." You said, standing by the stool he was sitting at.

"Fair point, though few things surpass the concept in stupidity."

"You know, business is blooming, meaning that there are many who'd disagree with you." You argued, placing both hands onto your waist.

"Don't compare me to those flabby nerds."

There was no point in keeping this conversation up. He was adamant on there being no meaning to the existences of such places and you couldn't convince him otherwise.

Unless, rather than telling, you showed him.

Before he could react, you took a seat upon his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. He was taken aback, though he didn't reject your advances. If anything, you could tell he was rather intrigued by your sudden embrace.

"Welcome home, master. I missed you."

Takasugi sighed once again, ignoring your comment along with your welcoming smile, choosing to redirect his attention to the ceiling. He always acted like that, though it was too early to tell whether this was beyond him or not.

Chuckling at his reaction, you squeezed him closer, resting your head against his own.

"How can I be of service today, master?" You whispered in his ear without letting go.

"By shutting the hell up." He exclaimed in a gentle tone that contradicted his words, though soon enough, you were able to address the reason behind his hostility, or rather feel it poking at your thighs.

"Are you sure you don't find the concept exciting in the slightest?" You asked, purposely rubbing yourself against his hard on.

You could feel him tense up even more, with his one hand trailing down the small of your back to hug you back. Four months was a long time to be apart from him, and whether he admitted it or not, he'd also missed you. Even when he was annoyed at your comments, his body reacted to yours perfectly as if not a single day had gone by.

"Not even by a little bit?"

"Are you deaf? I told you, I have no interest in such things."

"Someone seems to be in disagreement though." You pulled away from him, gesturing at the tent in his yukata with your eyes.

"This…" Takasugi paused, clicking his tongue. "This definitely has nothing to do with your stupid maid job." As he said those words, a faint yet noticeable blush spread upon his cheeks, one he seemed to be completely unaware of.

The way he acted certainly tempted you to skip work. If it wasn't for your shift, you'd have no issue spending the rest of the afternoon like this, doting over his endearing expressions. Stupid maid job indeed.

"Y/N, if you have the time to fool around with sleazy middle aged men and horny brats, then why not spend that time fooling around with me?” Takasugi suggested as if he’d peered into your thoughts.

Without awaiting your answer, his hand dropped lower onto your back, joined by his second had around your bum. The hem of your skirt was lifted all the way up for his fingers to slide across your bare skin, tugging at the string of your garter lightly. You didn’t expect him to go this far considering his initial reaction, though you couldn’t complain about the attention you received.

“Four months has been too long, has it not?” He continued with a smirk, the kind that made you question who was seducing whom.

Except of, this wasn’t part of your original plans. All you wanted to do was prove him wrong, yet you’d found yourselves one step away from humping one another against the kitchen counter. Screw being late, if he kept this up, you wouldn’t make it to work at all!

“If someone heard you, they’d think you are jealous of said sleazy middle aged men and horns brats.” You teased, attempting to alleviate some of the tension between you.

In an instant, a dark look clouded his green eye as he shoot you one of his deadliest glares.

“Oi, when did I ever say I was jealous? Stop misreading my w-”

Before he had the chance to finish his sentence, you dived forward, shutting his mouth with a kiss. Groaning against your lips was the only objection Takasugi brought up as he reciprocated your affections. Pressing you harder against him, you could tell he wanted more than what you could offer him at the moment, with his teeth tugging at your bottom lip and his tongue ushering you to deepen the kiss, yet you knew that going as far would be dangerous. For now, all you could do was pepper the corner of his lips with small pecks and then pulling away.

“I’ll see if I can cut my shift short, so please wait here till I’m back. After all, I promise to save my special treatment just for you… my master.”

“You should know better than making me wait for too long, Y/N.”

His expression softened ever so softly as he relaxed his grasp, involuntarily letting go.

“Expect to lose the outfit the minute you get home.”

#gintama #gintama fanfiction #gintama imagine #gintama headcanons #gintama oneshot #gintama x reader #takasugi imagine #takasugi shinsuke x reader #Takasugi x reader #Takasugi Shinsuke #takasugi hcs #takasugi headcanons

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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sibling hybrid!creeper reader headcannons/one-shot for SBI ( + ranboo? 🧍‍♀️ ) hurt/comfort. like maybe the reader struggles with emotions and doesn't know how to deal w/ them healthily, so they end up bottling them up and kinda explode at times.

sorry if this is too specific, i just really like your writing :) congrats on 1k!! <3

and one last thing,.. can i be 🫂 anon?

(A/N): I had a lot of fun with this one, and thank you : ) I hope you don’t mind that I added Tubbo. Also one more thing, I imagine the explosion is kinda like a Bakugou situation but uncontrollable

Warnings: anti-hybrid rhetoric/slurs (speciesism???), swearing, blood (not much, just mentions of a nose bleed)

It was completely an accident this time, it all just came so fast. You were standing in front of a store window when you felt something rub against your leg. When you looked down, panic engulfed your entire being when you saw an orange cat rubbing and nuzzling against your leg, letting out deep purrs. You had no clue why this cat wasn’t chasing you like all other cats usually did, but you didn’t want to ponder. You felt the familiar pressure building up inside of you as a startled hiss left your mouth and you jumped away from the creature. Your skin was sparking and popping as your freckles lit up in a glowing green light.

Finally, explosions left your skin as the glass shattered next to you and gravel was turned up and thrown about. You fell to your knees and rubbed at your burning eyes and wiped the blood from your nose. Exploding like that had always taken a lot out of you and made your nose bleed. You suspected that it was because of the sudden build up and release of pressure and energy.

The back of your shirt was grabbed and you were yanked off from the ground. There staring at you was the owner of the shop that you accidentally blew up. His green eyes were ablaze as he gritted his teeth and looked into your eyes.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?! You blew up my window!”

Small hisses left your mouth, “I-I’m sorry sir I swear I didn’t mean t-”

“Like hell you didn’t! Your kind always destroys everything!”

You stopped struggling and narrowed your eyes at him, “my kind?”

“Yes, hybrids! Filthy mutts, all you do is destroy! You’re a bunch of freaks.”

You could feel another explosion coming about and this time you did not even attempt to hold this one back. You stared him dead in the eyes with the harshest glare you could muster. As soon as the hisses started to leave your mouth and the freckles once again glowed green, the man’s eyes widened before he threw you into the street away from the building. Another explosion left you and disassembled the neat cobblestone of the road. A single stone flew and shattered what was left of the store window. Another flew and hit the store owner in the head knocking him out.

And here you were now; hisses left your mouth as you ran down the beaten path of the village towards the exit. The iron golem following you was hot on your tail, it’s booming footsteps picking up dust clouds from the gravel. Villagers around you scattered and started to whisper fearfully amongst themselves. You could feel their fearful and angry stares burning holes through you. After you got out of the village and the iron golem was still chasing you, you ducked into the forest where you knew it wouldn’t follow you. You climbed up a tree and watched as the golem angrily smacked the foliage out of the way before it gave up and hobbled back into the village.

You dragged your feet tiredly back home, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed. Your senses were on overdrive as you were hyper aware of everything around you. You’ve never exploded twice within the span of ten minutes before, and it wore you out. Small exhausted hisses left your mouth as you trudged along the path.

After getting home you walked past a confused and concerned Wilbur, dodging his hands that were trying to grab you so he could get a better look at you. You walked up the stairs ignoring his questions and walked past Tommy.

“Hey sparky, what’s got you lookin like shit?” He asked you before he started to laugh to himself at the nickname he knew you hated. You winced at the volume of his voice before you hissed angrily and stomped off into your room before you passed out immediately in your bed the second you threw yourself onto it.

You didn’t wake up until a hand shook you awake firmly. You peeled open your eyes to see Tommy hovering over you looking slightly scared. When you fully opened your eyes, he sighed in relief.

“Oh my fucking Ender, I thought you died for a second.”

You only groaned and covered your head with the covers trying to block out the morning light streaming into your room and Tommy’s voice. He shook you more, your entire bed shaking with it. “Get up. Dad wants you downstairs for breakfast cuz you skipped lunch and dinner.”

You said nothing as he ripped the covers off from you eventually and pulled you out of your bed. You landed on the floor with a thump and hissed a little in frustration. You stood up and pushed him out of your room and slammed the door behind him. The locked door handle jimmied before it stopped and everything was silent. You prayed that he went away, but alas he didn’t. You rubbed your forehead when he started to knock at your door in multiples of two.

Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock kno-

“I’ll be down in a minute fuckface. I’m gonna get dressed.”

“If you aren’t down in five minutes I’m getting Techno. He’ll carry your ass down.”

Downstairs, you shambled into the kitchen past the table and poured yourself a cup of coffee. Your family silently watched you before the conversation started back up again. You plopped down next to Wilbur and sipped at your coffee deliriously. He eyed you in concern, “you okay?” You hummed and poked at your eggs. You didn’t feel hungry at all. “You su-”

“Yes, I’m sure Wilbur.” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and returned to your coffee. After your fourth cup of coffee you were cut off by a concerned Philza. Even after four cups of coffee, you still felt slightly physically drained and it showed in your sluggish movements. Your day went by with you holding in your frustration and anger from everybody constantly asking if you were okay. Days of holding in explosions passed with them finally leaving you alone. However, that did nothing to alleviate your bottled up frustrations.

Techno was sitting on the couch reading a book while Wilbur was sitting in the chair across the room trying to find the lyrics of his next song. Philza was in the kitchen doing who knows what. You were currently walking up to Tommy’s room to say hi to your old friends Tubbo and Ranboo after getting home from a trip to another village.

That trip was rough for you but not as rough as the one a few days prior; you could only stand so much fear filled and hateful staring after all. Your creeper features consisting of pitch black irises and dark gray sclera, a mop of dark green hair, and green freckles sprayed randomly across your skin was definitely an attention grabber for anyone. A few of the kids even threw rotten tomatoes and stones at you, it was so hard holding in explosions by the time you left that you just felt very overwhelmed. Hanging out around the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ always enough to calm you down from a rough day. Mellohi’s muffled relaxed beat makes the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile.

However just as you opened the door to Tommy’s room, you could hear their conversation end. “Hey guys, how’re-”

A yelp left your throat as something very cold drenched your body. An iron bucket came tumbling down and hit your head before falling to the floor with a clank. The pressure that has been building up in your chest increased tenfold, but you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to walk to your room for a change of clothes. Behind you, you heard Tommy laughing hysterically while Tubbo tried to apologize between his own laughter. You didn’t even have to look at Ranboo to know that he was guiltily fiddling with his sleeves as his tail flicked back and forth sharply.

After you went into your room, you grabbed your pillow and screamed as loud as you could into it to blow off some steam. After that didn’t work, you tried punching the pillow relentlessly but that didn’t work. You could still feel pressure and energy inside your chest lingering and threatening to burst.

You sighed and made your way downstairs walking past Tommy’s door. You could now hear Ranboo laughing with them, and that just made you even more angry than you were before.

Everything around you was pissing you off. Philza’s wings fluttering behind him subconsciously, Technoblade’s little ‘heh’’s as he read something that caught him off guard in his book, Wilbur’s humming and mumbling to himself as he composed his next song, Tommy’s, Ranboo’s, and Tubbo’s loud laughter echoing from Tommy’s room. Every little sound was enough to send you over the edge. Just as you were about to leave the house to calm down again, a knock sounded at the door.

Philza gently pushed you behind him with furrowed brows and a hand on the sword hung around his hip. Techno’s book snapped shut as he stood up to grab his axe while Wilbur walked over to you and put a protective hand on your shoulder. You understood why they were cautious; you didn’t normally get visitors and the last time the house did, it was someone that decided to try and attack Technoblade on sight when he opened the door screaming about how hybrids aren’t natural. Keyword: tried. Techno absolutely would’ve killed him if it wasn’t for Philza holding him back.

You felt anxiety creep up inside you as you fought against the small hisses trying to escape your mouth. The door opened slowly to reveal the store owner from a few days ago. His eyes hardened when he saw the wings sprouting from Philza’s back before his eyes flicked to you. He did not look happy to see you behind your dad’s massive wings. Without another word, you turned and ran up to your room when you felt the pressure become almost unbearable.

You ran past Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo who were leaving Tommy’s room with hesitance. You didn’t respond when they tried to stop you. Slamming your door closed, you sat on your bed with your head clutched in your hands desperately trying to fight against the pressure building up. Small pops sounded on your skin as you grit your teeth in concentration. You could hear knocking at your door, thank god you locked it behind you. You had no idea how long you were sitting there trying to hold it back.

When the pressure became too much and you felt yourself losing grip on your control, you knew you needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. This was going to be a huge explosion, probably the biggest one you were going to do. The loud continuous hiss that left your throat was something you weren’t actively doing, another telltale sign that you were about to explode. You ripped open the door, pulled yourself from Tommy’s grasp, and ran as fast as you could downstairs. Philza followed you with a furious expression when he saw you, the store owner seemingly having left.

“(Y/n), what in the hell did you do?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the living room. You tried your hardest to pull out of his grasp, but he was holding on too tight. The hissing had gotten slightly louder, but you moved a hand up to your mouth to try and muffle it. He sat you down on the couch and started pacing in front of you, his feathers puffed up angrily. Wilbur and Techno were eyeing you warily from across the room.

“What were you thinking, blowing up his store like that? Were you even thinking? Cuz that was stupid (y/n). Hybrids get enough bad rap, and you go and pull this?!”

“Dad-”

“Not now Wilbur. As I was saying, you could’ve killed someone! What would you do then-”

“Dad,” Techno’s assertive tone stopped Philza in his tracks as he ran a hand down his face. “What could you possibly want right now, boys?”

“(Y/n)’s gonna explode soon.” Wilbur hurried over to you and helped you up. You could hear the three younger boys’ steps thundering down the stairs. By now, you were visibly shaking and sweating with the effort of holding explosions back. You could see the glowing of your freckles through the reflection of Wilbur’s glasses.

“Shit,” Philza sounded panicked in that moment as Wilbur ushered you out of the house and into the forest. You pushed him away and stumbled your way deeper into the forest. You heard them attempting to follow you, but you gestured for them to get back. You had no idea how big this one was going to be, but it was definitely going to be large.

You ran deeper into the forest until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Leaning against a tree, you finally let yourself explode. This one was painful; your skin burned with every pop that emanated from your freckles, the burning making your free nerve endings scream at you. The last thing you saw was a wave of dirt splashing up before you blacked out.

You were in and out of consciousness for the next week or so. Whenever you would wake up slightly, it would only be for a couple moments before you would pass out again. It was in those moments that the pain and the lack of energy hit you at full force. You supposed being unconscious was better than the mental and physical fog and the pain.

By the time you fully woke up, your senses were slightly hyperactive, but nowhere near how you felt when you blew up that store. You reached up with a heavy hand to wipe at your crusty eyes before you heard rustling next to you. You looked over to see Philza standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand. When he saw that you were awake, he rushed to your side and helped you sit up. You took the water gratefully and drank it, the liquid refreshed your dry throat.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Tired and a little sore. How long was I out for?”

“About a week, you really worried us. That was a really big one. Do you know why it was so big?”

You nodded and looked down at the water in your hands, swirling it around the glass. You didn’t want to tell him about feeling angry and overwhelmed at every little thing around you the past few days. You felt guilty at that, they were just trying to live their lives while you were cursing them for merely existing. A finger under your chin made you look up at Philza. His eyes were full of gentleness and empathy, “c’mon, you can tell me. I want to help you.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Start wherever you feel comfortable. Take as much time as you need.” He sat on the edge of your bed and looked around your room while he waited. You took a second to gather your thoughts before you took a deep breath. Philza perked up and diverted his full attention to you.

“It started when I first blew up that guy’s store. I swear it was an accident that time, a cat snuck up on me and rubbed on me,” you shuddered, small hisses leaving your mouth. “The guy came out and picked me up by my shirt. He called us some names so I kinda got mad and blew up on purpose.”

“‘Us’?”

You nodded, “hybrids. He said that ‘our kind’ destroys everything.” You glared at the glass in your hands, hissing in contempt and watching the freckles dully glow green. “He called us ‘filthy mutts’ and freaks, Dad.” Philza looked slightly peeved at the name calling, “still, you shouldn’t’ve blown up on him. You could’ve killed him, (y/n).”

“So you’re saying that it’s okay for him to call us slurs? Should we just let people slander us?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He shook his head, his medium length blond hair swaying with the movement. “Hell no, I’m not saying that at all. You should never let someone call you things, but violence is never the answer.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, “frankly, he deserved what was coming to him. I just wish he didn’t throw me before I could blow up.”

“Hold on, he fucking threw you?” You nodded and watched his eyes darken and anger flash across his face, “violence is sometimes the answer then. Did he hurt you?”

“No, but I just felt so… so drained. But so overwhelmed at the same time. I’ve never exploded twice in the same day before.”

He hummed in realization, “so that’s why you slept through most of the day. Sorry, go on.”

“After Tommy woke me up everything just felt worse. It was like everything around me was amplified. It was hell, the last few days I was just hyper aware of everything and it was pissing me off. Every little thing drove me crazy, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to exploding but I held it back until I couldn’t anymore.”

“(Y/n), you know that’s not healthy… I talked to Sam, you remember right?” You shook your head, “well, he was an old friend of Wilbur’s. He used to come here all the time before he had to move away. He’s a creeper hybrid like you,” he chuckled when you perked up, “he gave me some advice on your anatomy when you were growing up. Anyways, he told me that sensory overload is common when you explode. He said that it’s normal to feel drained afterwards and to definitely get plenty of sleep. The sensory issues apparently get worse if your rest is interrupted, so that was probably why you felt overwhelmed in the past few days… He also told me that it really isn’t healthy to explode more than once a day or to hold it in for longer than necessary. Please just come to me if you’re feeling overwhelmed again or if you need to rest after exploding. I can even build you an obsidian building where you could go and not blow up anything.”

“...I’d like that. What- what else did he tell you?” Philza chuckled and started to tell you more about what Sam told him about his anatomy. He even gave you Sam’s comms contact so you could contact him if you had any questions or wanted some advice. He was a nice man when you talked to him, always having an answer for your questions. You even found old pictures of you as a baby following him around. Apparently you could tell that he was part creeper; wherever he was in the house, you were bound to be near him.

The rest of the day, you hung out with the rest of your family and the bench trio.

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Techno wasn’t one for open affection, being the type to give you little trinkets and giving you suggestions on what to read next. Every time you woke up, you would find small objects ranging from gold to emeralds and books on your nightstand. He would vehemently deny being the one that gave you the items, but you and the rest of the family knew better. Sometimes, he would drop into your room to ask you what you thought of the book and have a thorough discussion about it with you while you were recovering.

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You leaned against Wilbur’s side with his arm wrapped around you. The hand that was around you was rubbing circles into your shoulder. After he scolded you for bottling up your emotions, he climbed into your bed and pulled you to his side. Small hums left his throat.

“(Y/n)?” You hummed, your eyes half lidded and almost about to fall asleep. “Would you mind if I wrote a song about you? It would fit with the next album’s theme.”

“Knock yourself out.” Your words were slightly slurred as you nuzzled closer to him. He laughed a bit, the sound being muffled and reverberating his chest. “Get some sleep. I’ll brainstorm some ideas to run by you before you wake up.”

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Hanging out with the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ was always fun, even if you were on strict orders to stay in bed by Dadza. Nobody argues with a concerned Dadza, but they found other ways to hang out with you. Tommy had moved his jukebox into your room and was playing cat, the music soothing you immensely and putting an end to your worries. However, what didn’t soothe you was the card game in front of you.

You were watching in horror as everybody put down a plus two card stacking the amount the victim would have to draw. So far, the plus two streak had already gone around the circle once and is now going around once more. It was nearing your turn and it was with great horror that you realized you didn’t have a color changing card or a plus two card. The two cards in your hand felt heavy as you watched Ranboo pull out another card.

“Please Ranboo, I’ll do anything. Don’t put that card down.” You watched as his ears twitched before he smiled innocently at you, putting the card down and laughing at you when you started the long process of drawing fourteen cards and sorting them.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.”

“Get fucked (y/n)!” Tommy cackled at you. You flipped him off before you went back to sorting the cards. Tubbo put down a plus four color changing card and smiled at Tommy.

“Sorry Tommy, but uno and the color is now red!”

“Goddamnit Tubbo! That’s the one color I don’t have,” he grumbled and drew four cards. Ranboo smiled triumphantly and put down his last card before showing you his empty hands. “What?! You didn’t even say uno!” You eyed his smug smile with disbelief.

“You guys didn’t call me on it though.”

“That’s not the rules, Ranboo! You have to say uno!” Tommy argued. Long story short, the rules had to be looked up and the family had to be consulted before your group came to the conclusion that you in fact do not have to call out uno and the other players could call them out on it. Eventually after a few tense games, the three were sitting on your bed. Ranboo had some difficulty with it due to his height, but he managed with his legs crossed.

“(Y/n) do you reckon you could become charged if you were hit by lightning?”

“Tubbo, you’re a genius,” Tommy breathed out, “let’s go see!”

“No, you will not go see. Sit back down.” Wilbur called out as he passed your room. The group slumped slightly. “We’ll see when I get better. Mark my words, the next thunderstorm that happens I will see if I can be charged.” You whispered to them, your eyes glinting with mischief.

“I don’t really think that’s a good idea.”

“Of course it is, Ranboo. It probably won’t kill them.”

“Probably?” Ranboo raised an eyebrow at Tommy’s nonchalant answer. “Yes, probably.”

“I still have three lives left. If I die, I die.” You wove a hand in the air as you spoke and watched as Tubbo nodded in agreement. “Do it for science, (y/n).”

“Oh I will. For science!” You raised your water glass in the air and Tommy and Tubbo followed suit with wide smiles. “For science!”

You three turned to stare at a deadpanning Ranboo. He sighed before he raised his glass of milk and let out a monotone “for science.” You, Tommy, and Tubbo cheered as you clanked your glasses together. You could see a hint of a fond smile on Ranboo’s face as he watched you three chug your waters before he downed his milk in one swallow.

You smirked at them and leaned close, talking lowly so that anyone passing by wouldn’t overhear you. “So, what’s our plan?”

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