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beautifulchris · 2 years ago

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O students

pairing: kim seungmin x gn!reader

wc: 3,4k

featuring: han jisung, loona’s chaewon, the boyz’s eric, pentagon’s shinwon, sf9’s chani

summary: for two years, you considered seungmin as a rival, until his best efforts to befriend you didn't go unnoticed anymore

genres: hogwarts!au, rivals to friends to lovers!au, ravenclaw!seungmin, ravenclaw!reader, fluff

tw: swearing, a kiss

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

tag list: @badwithten @soobin-chois @raethethey send ask/dm/cmment to be added!

It was common knowledge that Seungmin was an O student, and you weren’t so far behind. In the beginning of first year up until the end of second year, you were rivals. You were competitive and Seungmin was a pain. He wasn’t competitive as much, but he was better than you, and you couldn’t tolerate it. Fortunately, he asked if he could talk to you on the train to your third year and you’ve been a better person ever since; less competitive, more open and definitely more livable. Bonus, you became friends with him.

Your parents had pressured you into being the best student and it made you do and say things you regret, but Seungmin understood, which you were thankful for. They also wanted you to be a Slytherin, like them, but perhaps the Sorting Hat knew deep down who you really were.

Hogwarts had always been a second home to you. At all times, you felt cozy and relaxed despite the amount of noise and homework. Making peace with yourself made the whole experience ten times better.

The librarian came out of nowhere with an unpleasant look —the usual— and hissed to the whole library before storming out: “Pray that I won’t find out who damaged our copy of Important modern magic discoveries.”

You looked at Seungmin at the other side of the table and laughed quietly while he shook his head. You knew who it was, but you wouldn’t snitch on a fellow Ravenclaw. Especially not when he cost too much house points already.

Seungmin didn’t like studying in the Great Hall because it was too loud compared to the library, where the librarian never accepted any sound (whispers were worse than speaking out loud for her). The common room was okay, sometimes, but it was mostly a place to chill and read.

Moreover, he knew every inch of the library like the back of his hand, so he often helped restock and find books for other students if they looked lost. You found that admirable, knowing the librarian’s temperament. He didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, she seemed to respect your friend, value even.

“I can’t believe Jisung’s scared of acromantulas,” you blurted out of the blue, the last class of defense against the dark arts still fresh on your mind.

“Me neither. He does have one fear, after all,” he shrugged. As desperate as he was, never would he use this fear to ‘tame’ his friend.

You nodded, refocusing on your task at hand, when a tired-looking Chaewon sat next to you with a light thud. She sighed, pinching her nose bridge in annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice laced with worry.

“I just tutored Heejin for transfiguration but she’s not making any effort.”

“She asked the professor herself, though?”

“Exactly! Ugh, why did it have to be me?”

“Ask the professor to change tutor,” proposed Seungmin.

“Already did, but she said I was the second best choice, the first being Hyunjin, and he’s already tutoring a Gryffindor.”

“Wait. You don’t have to actually meet up, right?” You were not going to let your friend have a hard time for basically nothing.

“I guess not…”

“Then just don’t. I’m sure she doesn’t even need the help.”

“You’re right, she looked jealous over the person that genuinely needed it,” recalled Seungmin.

“I guess she likes Hyunjin or something,” Chaewon shrugged.

“Poor girl. He’s never going to see her that way,” you shook your head.

“Shhh!” hissed the librarian behind you, making you all flinch. No one saw her coming back and it put an end to your conversation.

A few days later, in history of magic class shared between Ravenclaws and Slytherins, the professor monotonously recited his 14th century’s witch hunt lesson while some classmates were playing exploding snap at the back. Seungmin was, as usual, immersed in the lecture while you were trying your best not to fall asleep. Chaewon was diligently writing down notes two rows back, next to Hyunjin who gave up on staying awake a long time ago. You’ve never spent time with the Slytherin girl, but she was close to Chaewon. You could hear mini explosions and laughter from behind you, and if you weren’t so drowsy right now, you would’ve gone to see how the game was going.

After the class, you went to the courtyard during recess with Seungmin.

“I just don’t get why flying carpets are illegal, you know? They look so much steadier than brooms,” you sighed, sitting on the low wall surrounding the courtyard, your friend following you.

“I’d tell you the reason, but you know it already.”

“Yes, they have been defined as a ‘muggle artifact’ by the registry of proscribed charmable objects, so now they’re banned. But so are brooms! I guess the ministry had to choose, and made a huge mistake.”

“Why don’t you send them an owl to make a change?” Seungmin proposed, amused by your beliefs.

“Are you out of your mind? My dad works at the ministry, I don’t fancy receiving a howler during breakfast for my ‘disrespect of the wizarding law’, thank you very much.”

You visibly shivered at the thought.

“Would be fun to—” Seungmin started, but your attention drifted off to a guy standing on the edge of the fountain.

“Anyone want to do my history homework? I can pay,” proposed a fourth year Gryffindor, Eric if you weren’t mistaken.

Seeing you were about to get up to walk in the direction of the guy, Seungmin stopped you by tugging on your robe. “You’re not seriously considering it?”

“Why not? If he pays well, I can buy some books at Fleury and Bott this weekend,” you shrugged.

“I’ll buy you every book you want but please. Don’t do it, you already have a lot on your plate.”

“Aww. Do I detect worry? You’re so cute. Every book I want, huh? You can’t back down now!”

Seungmin grimaced a bit as he watched you excitedly walking to your next class. He sighed tiredly before joining you, considering Eric’s offer for a brief moment to buy those books. That would’ve been hypocritical of him to do that, so he kept walking.

He never regretted it because he could spend more quality time with you. His wallet though, it was another story.

Out of the books you acquired, there was the ‘Quintessence: A Quest’ charm book destined for the sixth year students.

Back to Ravenclaw’s common room that Sunday, you browsed through it while Seungmin was, no big surprise, working on assignments. Chaewon was with you two for a few hours, then decided to go outside, quoting her: ‘to enjoy the first warm day of the year.’

As you were turning the pages, a spell caught your eye. It was the bubble-head charm.

“I can’t believe that spell is too advanced for me,” you whispered to yourself.

Seungmin took a quick look at your interest and shrugged, saying, “it never stopped me.”

“Me neither. I’m just saying that it’s a cool spell that we should’ve learned already! How cool would it be to swim in the black lake for hours, meet the merpeople and the giant squid?”

“Y/N, let me stop you right there,” he said seriously, bringing a hand up. “The black lake is forbidden, please don’t do anything stupid. Jisung is already a pain for losing house points daily,” he requested, his eyes pleading.

“Contrary to what you may think, I didn’t get sorted into Ravenclaw simply because I like the color blue. I know how to stay out of trouble.” Seungmin gave you an unimpressed look. “Okay. Okay, I won’t enter the black lake. Promise.”

“Thank you,” he let out a relieved sigh.

“I’m still learning that spell, though.”

“Y/N!”

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“The library is like a second Ravenclaw common room at this point,” Chaewon pointed out, sitting next to you at a table attached to one of many narrow rows. “I’ve seen a majority of blue robes since I entered.”

“Can’t deny it,” you shrugged, amused, finishing a transfiguration assignment.

Your friend chuckled lightly, stopped abruptly when she heard a ‘shh’ from the end of the row —the librarian, no doubt— and sighed quietly. “I have five minutes to cry over my potions essay.”

“Already?”

Lunch time was about to end. Passing your own potions essay to your friend under her thanks, you packed up your things and waited for her to rectify a few facts on her parchment.

“I’m forever grateful,” the Ravenclaw girl said on your way to the dungeons, where you joined Seungmin and the Hufflepuffs.

“Come on Chae, we’re friends. I would lend you my essays anytime.”

“You’re the best Y/N!” Chaewon exclaimed, a pretty eye smile adorning her soft features, as she put her arms around one of yours.

Seungmin stood there, smiling to himself at the exchange, his eyes lingering on your face, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jisung. As you all entered the classroom, he nudged his friend.

“Is this a one-sided enemies to lovers au?”

He friendly slapped his shoulder and told him to shut up. Everyone around you both knew your past. It was quite the show.

“It’s so frustrating! He’s always ahead of me, no matter how hard I try to be the best,” you told your cousin.

It was about April of your second year. You had a cousin who was in his 7th year at that time. A Slytherin, too.

“You’re being too hard on yourself, Y/N,” he smiled as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Shinwon was always supportive and cheerful, despite your family motto (‘be the best in everything’). At seventeen, he already chose his path, his parents accepting it or not. Indeed, he wanted to become a healer at St Mungo’s and save lives. It was admirable, and you wished you were more like him.

“I know your parents are putting a lot of pressure on you, but you’re only twelve. Enjoy your school years, forge your own path, make friends and, more importantly, be happy.”

Those words actually helped you get through the end of your second year. Your cousin was now a healer at St Mungo’s as he dreamed of, and to honor his kind words, you were enjoying your school days as much as you could.

After potions, you got to herbology.

You’ve spent the two last classes learning the herbivicus charm, and Seungmin particularly loved it. All week, he practiced on the few plants in the common room, or the ones outside.

Herbology was one of your friend’s favorite subjects, he loved to take care of the plants, even outside of class. The professor let him water every plant in the greenhouses on weekends— to his request.

At lunch, you were eating with Seungmin, Chaewon, Jisung, his partner in crime and Chani. The latter looked around the table, stopped for a few seconds, then offered his hand over the table for Chaewon to shake. She confusedly did.

“Looks like we’re likely to end up together, this feels like a triple date.” Chaewon removed her hand from his under the protests and indignation of the five persons concerned. Chani put his hands up in fake surrender, “That was a joke, jeez.”

“Not very funny,” muttered Jisung before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” Chaewon glared at Chani, gently rubbing the hand that touched his own under the table.

He sent her an apologetic smile, and you were so immersed in their conversation that —you caught Chani’s red ears and how your friend’s features didn’t match her actions— you weren’t aware of Seungmin gazing at you, his brain going blank.

No thoughts, just your pretty eyes, cute smile and soft skin.

He snapped out of it when Jisung flicked his fingers in front of him. “You okay there, mate? Looks like you were daydreaming.”

Seungmin kicked him under the table —making him dramatically yelp in pain— and resumed eating his lunch in silence, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

Actually, he had harbored feelings for you for quite some time, a few months before you talked out your rivalry. He never said anything, of course, by fear you would reject him or worse, end your friendship with him. He always did his best to hide his secret from everyone; that was until Jisung caught up.

During defense against the dark arts this afternoon, as Ravenclaws and Slytherins were practicing the twitchy-ears hex —and, therefore, the shield charm—, Jisung and his partner in crime were half-heartedly training, preferring taking their time to chat, glancing at Seungmin and you from time to time from the other side of the room. You were diligently practicing with Chaewon while Chani was with Seungmin.

The latter wasn’t fully concentrated though, often having the overwhelming feeling of eyes boring into him. He didn’t like that. It even made him mess up his shield charm, resulting in him feeling his ear twitch. He groaned, congratulated Chani and pointed his wand at his ear, whispering: “Finite.” Then, he hexed Jisung across the room when he wasn’t looking, his partner being confused because they wasn’t the one to hex him.

Meanwhile, Chaewon and you were pretty good at this so everytime one of you casted a spell, there was no difference. Both your shield charms were perfect.

“Almost would’ve liked to know how the hex feels,” Chaewon laughed during recess.

You were at the library, working on the herbology essay you got that morning, with Seungmin and Chaewon. Without a word, you put your wand out of your robe pocket, pointing it at your friend. She raised her hands to her ears, an unpleasant look on her face.

“I said almost! It’s quite irksome, actually.” You released her from the hex and she relaxed, quickly rubbing her ears, “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Seungmin was lost in thought, thinking about how smart and talented you were. He had a stupid smile on his face until he shook his head and realized Chaewon was staring at him suspiciously. He coughed and got back to his assignment, not being able to fully focus.

He was losing control of his emotions.

That night in the common room, as you three were still working —uh, boringgg— on your assignments before dinner, Chaewon decided she had enough and preferred reading a romance book on her bed. She packed her stuff and went to her dorm, leaving Seungmin and you in a comfortable silence. Until Jisung entered the room, sneakily walking behind your backs at a safe distance.

He pointed his wand at your sleeves —they were a few inches apart— and whispered: “Epoximise.” He then fled out of the room like he was never here, excitedly thinking how his plan was working perfectly.

You didn’t notice for like twenty seconds, but when you moved your hand to write on your parchment, Seungmin’s left arm followed. You looked at each other in disbelief, raising your arms to see what could’ve happened.

Seungmin’s robe sleeve somehow merged with yours.

The sudden proximity —your pinky fingers touched a few times— embarrassed you for some reason, while Seungmin was a blushing mess.

“We should probably do something about that,” you finally say, gesturing to your hands.

“Right.”

“You should do it.”

“Yeah,” he murmured as he took his wand, “finite.”

“I wonder who did this.”

“I have an idea.” Seungmin looked upset, but you didn’t pry. “I’ll be back,” he said, getting up and leaving the common room in a hurry.

You took this time alone —well, almost, there were other Ravenclaws around— to think about why your cheeks burned as much as they did when your hands were touching.

You didn’t like him like that, right?

He was just a good friend you disliked before, who’s been nothing but sweet and understanding. A truly smart guy who, despite his gigantic love for academics and books, could always make time to help others whenever they needed. You loved that in him— wait.

No, no, no.

While you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t ‘love’ you were feeling, Seungmin was out for Jisung’s head. He found him on the spiral staircase leading to their common room, walking up in his direction.

“Jisung,” he shouted from a few stairs above him, startling not only the concerned, but a few paintings too.

“Oh, Seung, hey, how’re you doing?” he asked as he stopped in his tracks.

“What were you THINKING?”

Slowly walking backwards, Jisung started sweating, his friend’s anger intimidating him a little. “It wasn’t—”

“I know it was you, don’t deny it. I’ve felt you staring at me for hours today, I knew you were planning something.”

“I was going to say that it wasn’t meant to hurt you in any way, more like bring you two closer with a little push. I’m sorry.”

“I should hex you right now,” Seungmin huffed.

“Didn’t you already do in dada?” he raised a brow, crossing his arms.

“True. I guess we’re even, then.”

Jisung let out a relieved breath, “how did it go?”

“It was awkward,” he explained as they came back to the common room together, “and I won’t discuss this matter further with you. You’ve done your part,” he stopped to give the eagle knocker an answer to his riddle, “please don’t do anything else.”

Jisung nodded as he saw you were alone at the table, your hands in your hair like you were having a crisis. He excused himself before going to his dorm, while Seungmin sat next to you. “You okay?”

You shot your head up, using your hands to fix your hair. “Of course. Yeah. Totally.”

It looked like you were freaking out, which worried Seungmin, but he kept his mouth shut, gazing at your face. You finally looked at him and it was weird, your heart was still beating fast but you felt at ease. You managed to smile, losing yourself in his soft brown eyes.

“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered to himself but you heard it.

You blushed, your smile growing wider. “You’re beautiful, too.”

His eyes widened, his ears got red as he hid his face behind his hands.

Giggling, you gently took his hands in yours and brought them down, leaning towards him. You looked in each other’s eyes with adoration.

He slowly closed the gap between you in a chaste kiss. It didn’t last long, but it was sweet and made you all fuzzy inside. The euphoria ended immediately after a couple Ravenclaws cheered for you, though, but it was a nice feeling.

At dinner, Seungmin, Chaewon, Jisung, his partner in crime, Chani and you were all eating together, and you two lovebirds were holding hands under the table.

Jisung raised his glass out of nowhere, “I’d like to make a toast.”

“We’re fourteen,” Chani interrupted.

“Shut up and raise your damn pumpkin juice,” he cursed in a whisper, before smiling at his friends raising their own glasses —reluctantly or not. “To the new couple I helped”—Seungmin scoffed—“make happen today,” he announced as he glanced at you two, “next is your turn, buddies,” he added to the attention of Chaewon and Chani, who blushed hard.

“Cheers,” his partner in crime jovially said, before drinking.

“And when’s your turn?” Seungmin asked Jisung, murmuring over the table so he’d be the only one hearing.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he murmured back.

After dinner, Seungmin and you were walking around the courtyard, holding hands and making heart eyes at each other.

“Remember when I decided to learn the bubble-head charm?”

“I don’t think I like what you’re implying…” he softly answered, already feeling anxious about your next words.

“It’s not that bad, I promise,” you giggled, “I learned how to make blue sparks too.”

You put your wand out and pointed to the night sky. Making the right hand movement, jets of blue sparks came out of the tip of your wand, illuminating the sky. “Vermillious,” you enunciated, adding jets of red sparks into the mini fireworks, creating purple sparks in the process.

Seungmin was amazed, it was such a mesmerizing view. His eyes fell on your face, and, at that exact moment, intently watching as your eyes shone and your smile held pure gratification, he knew why he loved you.

You were full of life, always by his side, a good friend and so, so beautiful under the multicolored lights.

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norel-ravenclaw · 6 months ago

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Aro/Ace Spec x Helluva Boss

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Featured characters: All x aro/ace spec reader

Rating: 18

Genre: FLUFFIEST OF FLUFF and aro/ace SOUL HEALING romance

Word count: 560

Description: Dating the Helluvas as an aro/ace. These are based on my personal experience, what friends and the internet have told me, and I tried to keep things generic and up to interpretation - whether you want to see it as 100% non sexual or otherwise is up to you.

WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | suggestive content that can be interpreted in mutiple ways | language |

Blitzø -

It may be tough to break it to him, but at the end of the day, he knows he loves you, damn it, and he’ll make it work. He’s not the most romantic guy, so that works out if you aren’t either. All he knows is you’re the one who makes him feel like life is worth something.

Loona -

She definitely knew from the start, so it’s neither a surprise or a problem, she’s super chill about it. All she’s wondering is if you’d be okey with her using her vibe around you? Your relationship is pretty chill with no drama, as long as you know she’s sensitive and have her back, she’ll want you with her 24/7.

Moxie -

Your Prince Charming wouldn’t dream of doing anything to make you uncomfortable. All he wants is to see you happy and safe. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. Just let him be a little sappy every now and then, he has a romantic heart.

Millie -

When you grow closer, she’s quick to say ‘let’s fuck shit up instead of fucking’. She’s your ride or die no matter what your relationship looks like. Matching engraved guns? For sure.

Stolas -

You are everything to him, his salvation after years of trying to bury himself. Sure he has needs, but there are other ways of getting what he needs. Your love is constant and calm, he loves it.

Octavia -

AroAce alliance dream couple. Like bffs that have sleepovers forever and get married for tax purposes. Watch the stars together and hold hands, taking life at your own pace.

Asmodeus -

Ironic huh? But it’s a relief for him, honestly. There’s no pressure with you for sex or romantic performing. Of course he’d be the perfect one to take care of you if you have physical needs, knowing better than literally anyone alive what you actually want.

Fizzaroli -

He loves u bitch, no matter what you’re into or not. As long as you’re into him, you’re his lifeline and favourite person. He’d be so sweet and cuddly if you like. Garlic bread? Garlic bread.

Beelzebub -

Cotton candy and honey is all you need (and maybe weed and drinks). She just wants someone to party with forever (and cuddle, pls!)

Verosika -

A succubus and an ace? Unlikely as it seems, after having her heart broken and being used for so long, you’re freedom to her. You love her for her without asking anything more - and she’s not about to give you up for anything.

Vortex (wolf) -

He’s chill with you, which is such a break from his job of being on guard every second. The last of his walls come down and he can just let go - either being crazier or softer than he can with anyone else, matching your energy loyally.

Striker -

Partners in crime? Partners in crime. He’s a bastard, he’s a killer, he’s a cowboy, he’s unapologetic, and he’s yours. Would he like to fuck? Of course, but you get him focused on other things, like learning how to actually love. He’d do anything to not fuck this up.

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sadnightforus · 2 days ago

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PARTY 4 U (HVC)

party-goer!vernon x party-thrower-gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: What's a better way to catch the attention of the man that you’ve been silently (or not so silently) pining for since your first year of college? Throw a party of course, or go to the same party that he attends. You chose the former, throwing the party, as you only have a semester left until you both graduate. Your prayer was answered when he showed up, but will he return your feelings too?

WORD COUNT: 4.3K

WARNINGS: alcohol, marijuana and drugs usage, yearning, implied suggestive content, a little misunderstandings, a few cuss words, insecurities. The reader is sort of implied to be AFAB with outfits and such but I’m writing mc to be as neutrally gendered as I can. mentioned of yves from loona (ha sooyoung the goat). I try to keep the hair color out of the picture so it’ll only mention the hairstyle!

A/N: Nobody knew but I'm Charli's biggest fan (the Jaehyun’s fic next life was based on her demo). Also wrote this cause Vernon is a huge Charli’s fan. In honor of the mv to this song finally dropping, I dedicate this song to him <3 (also why is this au so long???)

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

“Are you sure that he’s coming?” Your friend asks, her arms crossing as she looks at you with skepticism.

“I’m sure. The news is all over the campus.” You say, masking your own fear behind the confident and nonchalant persona that you think you have mastered over the years.

“Well…” She trails off, before slowly stepping out of the kitchen and she picks up one of the lighters to do god knows what.

As the neon lights that are installed from every corner of the room flashes across everybody’s faces, making them look alluring like stars under the spotlight and the sounds of people talking pass by your ears, you are reminded of how you got here.

Let’s start at the very beginning.

You recalled, the second semester in your first year of university, where you thought that your regular life would proceed with the usual boring, mundane and predictable routines, becomes much spicier.

As you sat in your seat for your first lecture of the day, and only had 7 minutes left until the professor entered the classroom, you saw a man who walked into the lecture hall with confidence and his head held high, headphones covering both of his ears, as his washed denim jacket and the white plain shirt tucked loosely and ragged against his skin in a way that suggests that he knows a thing or two about dressing up. You were face to face with the most beautiful man you’ve seen, who will be your classmate. Your first impression of him was that he must’ve been a confident person, maybe even someone who socializes and interacts with others quite often, a friendly person.

You hoped to get to know him better.

By the second year, as you continued to share classes with him, and being in the same class as him for many months made you realize that your first impression was the opposite of him. Sure, he was kind, but he keeps to himself a lot, and he hangs with a circle of people, who are all popular. This made you distressed, actually. You might’ve had some excuses to get close to him if he was more outgoing, but he wasn’t.

So you spent the next two years silently admiring him from afar, even actually went as far to change your ways. Although you are quiet, also remain in the background at first and never quite fond of parties, as you prefer to do real night outs like at abstract places or places buzzing with extreme energy, you slowly find yourself going to parties that his friends throw.

Then, there was an incident in the 3rd year of college, where you recalled that it was your second party of the school year, where you also smoked weed for the first time. Lame. You know. But you typically don’t ever indulge in them, mainly only alcohol and cigarettes on the side. But he tasted like marijuana and the love that you’ve harbored for him all this time as your tongue slipped down his throat in the dingling bathroom that shone of bright blue neon lights, inside Chan’s house.

It never went further than that.

You both kissed. And kissed. You both did this when the opportunities arose, which is whenever the conversation took a different direction, and occasionally hung out where he was the one to call first. It’s quite impressive that you both go this long without getting physical.

It’s a routine that you never get used to, but always looking forward to. You both hardly made out, but you both talked to each other quite a lot, for people who had no affiliations and thread on the lines of strangers, friendship and romantic relationship. You’d notice— sometimes, he showed up at the parties, sometimes, he didn’t. Admittedly, you were disappointed, as you put on the prettiest dress and so much effort was wasted just for it to not be seen by him.

You felt like you were being played, and even your friend tried to knock some sense into you.

“I told you a million times. He’s playing with your feelings.” Your friend, Sooyoung, reminded you again as you did your makeup for a party that you heard that he’d attend.

“I know.” You muttered in annoyance, even though your friend was right about it. In your head, you’d

“And you do the same thing, every time.” She complained as she watched you repeat the process of dolling up, it wasn’t surprising to her at all, but like normal human’s nature, she herself got exhausted as she watched you stuck in a cycle of unreciprocated love.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” You questioned, rolling your eyes as the brushes stroked against your skin. Sooyoung looked at you with her judgmental stare, her tongue spelled it out, loud and clear.

“Sort of.”

That was the conversation that you had with her. It’s a mantra at this point.

And every time that she was right, each time after the party ended, you went home and wallowed in self pity and inferiority. And Sooyoung watched you being pathetic and hopeless like that, but you just wouldn’t listen.

You’re determined to change it today.

That’s why you managed to convince Sooyoung to help you with the party preparations. And she swore up and down that this is the only time she’d ever help you if you did something for Vernon to notice you.

Your parents’ house, now left empty for days now, has transformed from a living space into a place for entertainment, void of treasures and valuables that could be stolen or broken, as you locked them away.

How… pathetic you are, throwing a party for a guy who you’re in this weird talking stage with.

You put on the shortest dress, one that makes even the less-than-holier you feel uncomfortable. But really, for the sake of him, you’re willing to endure the discomfort. And your lipstick was carefully applied and curated in a way that makes your lips kissable, in hope that he would find it hard to not be kissing you until nothing around you both mattered.

The sound of kisses, laughter and music fill your ear, but you tune it out as you stand in the kitchen, directly facing the front door, even from the very back away. With this place, you can effectively monitor the event and also see the newcomers of the party firsthand, as quickly as you can. You have nothing on you, not even the drink, because you wanted to be sober enough to see his face. You can’t afford to be so drunk that you’ll be throwing yourself at a guy because he looks just like Vernon, or you made it all up.

Time passes by quick, as quick as the time that it took for you to realize that you harbored more than a feeling of admiration for that boy you saw in your first year of college, as quick as your impulsivity to throw this party, just to have him come to your house. 10, 20, 30, 40, and 57 minutes passed by since it started, yet you can hardly spot even his friends walking through that door first.

60, 70, 80 passed and there’s anybody but him passing through that door. You start to get impatient and anxious. You try so hard to not bite on your now manicured nails, you want Vernon to notice all those pretty little charms on your nails, in hope to be appealing to him.

There’s a nagging in at the back of your head that goes;

What if he doesn’t show up?

Then it would mean nothing, would it?

What do you even call him? He’s not your friend with benefits. And certainly not your boyfriend, far from an acquaintance or just merely a classmate. But are you friends with him?

99 Minutes has passed, you let out a sigh as the night grows older.

You remember today that it was a full moon, and even if you don’t believe in anything like manifesting, you make a prayer. You close your eyes and make a wish for every second that counts.

May he show up. May he return your feelings.

If only he shows up exactly on the 100th minute.

You open your eyes, and you’re met with the striking figure that has stolen your breath 4 years ago. At the same time, it has been 100 minutes since you’ve waited for him. Just as you wish.

He came through that door like a star, shining bright in the sky, out of your reach, only letting you admire his beauty before he walked out again.

His hair has been dyed back to brown, after a period of him bleaching it in a dark blonde. This hair color makes him look even more unattainable, to you. It highlights his beauty and his deep set eyes so beautifully that you’re left to stare at the universe's creation, who knows your name, and exists in the same time as you, but not your heart.

That’s what love does. It breaks your heart but you can’t stop wanting him.

He comes with a few friends, you think you see Wonwoo, the most introverted person ever, comes out of his hibernation. There is probably something in the stars, but you don’t want to overthink things. You also spot Soonyoung, the most introverted person, tags along. It’s like they’re there to balance Vernon tonight, seeing the polar opposites of them both.

The metal necklace around his neck, which you instantly recognize that it’s from a brand that he has been wanting to get for quite awhile, as you remember this fact from one of the talks with him, the washed, rough looking denim jacket and jeans, and a tank top that has texts written all over, which you couldn’t be bothered to read, as you are distracted by the man that you’re at least 20 feet away from. Vernon greets the people who greet back to him, but keeps the interaction short and almost professional, as if it wasn’t his intention to get to know new people.

“So, are you going to talk to him?”

“Jesus, you can’t warn me beforehand?” You lose your balance and stumble backward as Sooyoung’s voice snaps you out of your daze when looking at the man who is in your vision. You feel like an invisible wall has been built just for you both to act like nothing has happened. You don’t know when she will even come back.

“You throw a party for him but you won't even talk to him? Really?” She looks at you like a disappointed mother, and honestly, she probably is. “You know this is your last chance.”

Right, it’s so goddamn close to the graduation period. And nobody, including him, will attend parties by then. They’ll be too busy studying.

You roll your eyes, fed up by her, but you just lack the courage, as you fear rejection more than silence. But it also kills you to not know what he is thinking about, or his opinion on you. He’s too calm and stoic, while you're an open book of an emotional mess.

“Give me a blunt or alcohol first, maybe I’ll find it in me to go and finally say it.” You say it as a joke, but Sooyooung doesn’t take it so lightly. She just silently opens the cabinet and reaches for a plastic cup, then fills it with some soju, while her face shows that she reaches her breaking point.

You can only stare at her in horror. She means business.

“You can’t complain that you’re nervous now, here.” You got handed a drink and like a grateful friend you are, you just sadly thank her, and then gulp down, finishing the first cup after a while.

After 3 cups of it, as served by your friend, you finally find it in you to go and walk around to Vernon, who is seemingly standing in the corner, on his phone and keeping an eye out for Hoshi and apparently, also Seokmin, who you have no idea when did he get here. Nonetheless, you pick a place, standing not too close to him, leaning against the wall, trying to not show the significance of his presence in your brain.

“Hi.” You smile awkwardly as Vernon seems to finally snap out of his daydream or train of thoughts. “Sorry I’m late to greet you. As a host, that’s impolite.”

You try to insinuate subtly that this party is not just any party, it’s yours, one that you threw it in hope for him to come.

Surprisingly, Vernon smiles back, he didn't seem disappointed, and he seems to be in quite a friendly mood.

“I know, that’s why I came.”

You swear that you’re delusional but that’s… crazy to hear it. It makes it sound like he came to this party because you throw it.

“Really? I guess the rumors go around as intended.” You chuckle, trying to extend the time you have with him. “Is the party to your liking? I throw it for the first time, so I’m quite nervous.”

You're lying, you’re more nervous about your crush right here, you’re not worried that the party isn't good, but you want the party to be good for him,

“No. The party is really fun.” He reassures you and you can tell that it comes from his heart, so the tension from your body slowly eases out little by little. “But I don’t feel like doing anything, so I’ll sit and watch.”

Your smile subtly drops. Should you celebrate the fact that he isn’t so drunk by now that he most likely will kiss someone or upset that he doesn’t think it’s cool enough to let loose? You put on that plastered, perfect subtle smile to hide that growing ugly feeling of disappointment that attempts to eat you.

You almost ask him why he even bothered to come to your party then.

“I guess I’ll do the same then.” You shrug it off, biting the inside of your tongue lightly, preventing yourself from utter more words that would ruin the mood.

“Hmm.” He nods, then he looks at you, like he always has been. You just never notice it, but he sneaks glances at you. “Did you do something to your hair?”

You can’t hide your expression that goes from stunned to one filled with happiness. So he notices that your hair has been dyed as you needed a new change in appearance and even completed with slight curls.

“Oh yeah I did. The color fades away so I dyed it.”

The last time he saw you properly (and last time you both kissed) was at least a month ago. Since then, Vernon appeared less and less in your line of sight and you thought that you lost him for good, but he still shows up to his classes, just that he barely goes to parties for unknown reasons.

You both fall into a comfortable silence, from outsiders’ perspective. From your perspective, it’s as awkward as it comes, but you have to pretend that you don’t enjoy being near him, even if the atmosphere was nothing short of platonic. If only they know the history that you both share together.

You inch yourself closer to him, doing ever so subtly, by pretending that it’s all accidental, but you might've been too eager, and he can probably tell that you faked your nonchalance around him.

Something about him tonight seems different– he talks less, and he lingers his stares to spaces that you can only imagine, or hope it involves you. You missed the taste of cannabis, the liquor whether it’s cheap or highly sought after because it’s the finest drink on earth, nicotine, or soda; anything really, as long as it sits on his lips, and his tongue allows yours to intertwine like he’ll never let this go. But with the way the silence seems to be stilling everything around you both, even if your own party turns obnoxious and chaotic, you still yearn for the excitement that he can give you.

The pink balloons start float around, and you don’t remember setting it up at all, in fact, you don’t remember seeing this many balloons in your life in a single space, but when you see Sooyoung just keeps bringing them more and more, and the sound of music and music goes from a mild to extreme joy and recklessly wild, you know that it’s getting out of control. You do nothing to stop it.

Vernon suddenly nudges you, then you only by then notices that he took sips of champagne, and you have no idea who provided him that. But as his lips are pressed to the glass, you are reminded of how his kisses usually taste like, and it has you wondering, wanting to know what it feels like if you kiss him right now. You wonder, would it taste sweet, or would the champagne taste like a sour heartbreak that you only can swallow it down with every will that you have?

“Can we talk somewhere private for a bit?”

Is he finally addressing the tension and the weird relationship that you have going on?

You feel like you need another drink, but the alcohol finally hits a little after a long while, so it washes some of your doubts away. It really boosts that confidence, while you’re less than completely sober.

“Oh sure.”

You follow his lead, and it was really somewhere, so goddamn quiet and secluded, in fact, nobody would’ve come to check the available spot here at all. The fact that it was upstairs made your mind run with wild thoughts but you calmed yourself down, not wanting to get your hopes up, just to be let down.

“You look like you’ll be cold.” He says, inspecting you as he takes off his jacket, and it drapes all over your figure, providing an additional warmth to your body– and maybe even heart.

You don’t understand why he’s so nice all of the sudden. You both barely talk, what was the last meaningful conversation you had with him again?

“Why-”

“I-”

You both speak at the same time, interrupting each other. Vernon, the man that he is, speaks up, his voice is deep, husky and brings this weird emotional feeling to you.

“You go first.”

You sigh, searching for the look in his eyes that he somehow feels the same as you do. You’re met with the familiar warmth, which makes it hard to read. Why does he look at you like this? You hate that he isn’t an open book, unlike you.

“Why are you so nice to me?” You question him, voice wavers from the underlying vulnerability that threatens to surface and spills over any time soon, if you don’t have a hold of it. “You’re so confusing, I don’t understand you.” You bite your lips, trying to hold back from becoming an unpleasant memory to him.

For the first time ever, his eyes flicker with an emotion– there’s confusion and almost… affection, but also hurt. You both have been walking on this weird line that blurs between a normal and intimate relationship, one that doesn’t hold any value or title but so much substance yet with no filling. It’s like chasing a high that never stops. And you hate chasing it, you want a definite answer now.

“Because…” He looks at your face, observing how there is an expression of melancholy, regret and shame. “You have always been there, you have always been someone to me.”

Your face drops, again, but he is quick to clarify.

“I came to this party because you threw it.” He gulps, and you see the facade that he works so hard to build starts to crack, little by little. “Because it is you, it has always been.”

He inches closer to you, and the tears now are filling your visions as you finally hear the confirmation, which he cups your face gently and wipes it away.

You cry as you feel his gentle touch, this is what you were dying to hear, but the ‘I love you’ hangs in the air like a ghost, even as the pink balloons and the DJ mixes fly around to accompany this newly changed atmosphere between the two of you. You close your eyes, and then re-open, confessing it to him. No more games, no more pretense.

“I threw this party, just for you. I was hoping that you would come and see me.”

He looks at you like you just hung him the moon, and his hands gently fall to caress your soft lips now. You know what he wants, you both want it, but there is too much to talk about.

“I have always loved you. You helped me out in Mr. Song’s class once. I knew it was silly, but it was the first time we properly talked, and my crush for you snowballed since then.”

You remember that it was the first semester, that one time he got sick and he ended up reaching out to you through a friend of a friend to send over the class’ materials that he greatly missed. The interaction was short lived and so insignificant to you that you blocked it from your memory. You feel like shit for not remembering it.

“You probably don’t remember…” Vernon mutters, looking disappointed and you just pout in his hold. All his moodiness disappears, he can’t ever be mad at you.

“I make excuses to see you, and kiss you every time. I feel sorry that I took advantage of our friendship… like that.”

“Friends don’t kiss.” You state, your eyelashes batting so prettily as your heart beats wildly, syncing with his. “And I’d like to kiss you again.”

This time, he pulls you closer, and then you feel it– the kiss you have been waiting for. Your eyes are closed in contentment, feeling like jello. You finally know what is the taste and flavor that sits on his tongue– the finest champagne there is out there, and it tastes like addiction and the future with him that you hope will become a reality as you wake up next to him onward.

As the neon lights cast a shadow, changing colors constantly from blue, pink, purple, and everything in between, so are your swirling thoughts, but they only involve him, and the same goes to the man who can’t get enough of the taste on your tongue, which mirrors his, despite you drinking a pretty cheap alcohol that slowly fades away as his tongue acts as a cleanser, attempting to vacuum it away.

Once the oxygen runs out and the unbearable urge to breathe consumes you both again, you pull away, your body trembles slightly in exhaustion due to prolonged makeout session. The intense high you try to chase through kissing seems too far out of reach now, but at least you have your answer now.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You don’t have to say it back, you never have to, as you reach over to kiss him on the lips, now incoherent and too drunk on the taste of his tongue.

And the neon lights switch to pink, celebrating the new relationship changes and a now clear definition between you both.

BONUS

“Hey, where did Vernon go?” Soonyoung asks Wonwoo, who’s lost in his own reality of god knows what. He didn’t even want to come, but Vernon bribes them with favors to pay for their lunch and that’s how the man himself got Wonwoo to come to this place.

“How would I know?” Wonwoo groans, and then a presence of an unfamiliar girl walks to them, she looks like she is looking for them both personally.

“Are you Soonyoung and Wonwoo?”

“Yeah. But who are you?” Soonyoung is quick, and Wonwoo’s soul already leaves his body, his exhaustion catches up to him.

“I’m Y/N’s friend, Sooyoung. Does that ring any bells?”

Soonyoung sits up, yes. Now he remembers why Vernon begs them to come to this fucking party. Sooyoung smiles at the flicker of the recognition in his eyes. He knows how you look, and you, but not the girl in front of him.

“Look over there.” She points to their right, which is the direction of the staircase, and Wonwoo, who wasn’t interested at first, follows her command, and then sees something unbelievable.

Vernon, his arm slings around you, and even the jacket wraps around you. He knows, they know instantly that it has to be Vernon’s– nobody wears that DIY-stitched up jacket and the denim that got abused to the point it almost becomes white.

“Is that what I think it is?” Wonwoo questions, he looks like he couldn’t believe his eyes. He thinks to himself that Vernon would definitely get more annoying now that you both make it official. He definitely didn’t sign up for that.

“Yep.” Sooyoung’s voice confirms their suspicion– and the cherry on top? Vernon kisses your hand and cheeks, you both laugh as the purple light shines on you both, making you both look like the romantic leads in a play. The act that is too intimate for two people who sometimes hang out with each other.

“I’m going to kill him if they both start kissing now.” Is the last thing Soonyoung said before he turns away, ignoring the sight of you both. But they’re all happy for the both of you, even if it comes in the form of annoyance.

Now both men just need to make sure that Vernon can pay their lunch fees now. After all, Vernon dug his own grave for suggesting the deal that he’ll totally get them expensive takeouts if you do happen to like him back.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2025

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #svt fic #svt x reader #svt angst #vernon x reader #vernon svt #vernon au #kpop angst #ha sooyoung #loona #svt x y/n #svt x you #vernon chwe #vernon angst #vernon fluff

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bones4thecats · 1 year ago

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Can you please do Loona x Short Nerdy Male Reader? Like his walls are covered various collectibles and things. Thanks for your time!

Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Name: Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O Characters: Loona Buckzo Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This ended up being nearly three pages long and around 950 words! I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've written so far, lmao. Anyways, I hope you male and gender-neutral readers love this thing with our favorite gothy-hellhound!

⚠️ TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, stillborns, miscarriages, and neonatal-deaths ⚠️

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Male-Envy-Ring-Hellborn! Reader ; How You Both Met (Seeing Stars Episode)

🐺 You were the heir of one of the most powerful families in the Envy Ring, but despite the pressure to become the perfect sadist, you were far from it

🐺 Unlike your constantly flowing stillborn/miscarriages/neonatal-death caused younger siblings, who produced from both your father and mother’s infidelities, you were far from interested in the power that comes from the corrupt system of Hell's, you were more interested in human things such as comics

🐺 When your parents were sent to the Greed Ring for a meeting with the Knolastname family leader and were found deceased mere weeks later, you decided to stay with one of your godfathers, Stolas Goetia and his wife, Stella, and daughter, Octavia

🐺 Eventually, Stolas had come to keep you in the home with his family, much to Stella’s annoyance. But, at least Octavia had someone to rant with!

🐺 The Goetia male was now dragging both you and Octavia throughout the ordeal of his and Stella's divorce, and only you and her seemed to realize just how desperate she was to see these stars in the human world

🐺 You were there when Stolas burst into the room in an anger because Octavia had gone missing with the grimoire, and seeing Stolas' and your demon forms almost made the three imps and the hellhound piss their pants in both fear and shock

🐺 Loona was not happy to be in the human world, and when you just offered her a hand and pulled her up, she saw just how you really looked. Your hair looked like it was made out of the fins of a fishes' and your skin had littered amounts of scaled

🐺 You really were from the Envy Ring, weren't you?

" Now! First things first if we're gonna do this the old fashioned way, we're gonna need disguises. "

🐺 The next thing you knew, you were staring at a humanoid Stolas and Loona while the three imps stood out like sore thumbs

🐺 Staring at Loona made you flustered and look away shyly, causing her to chuckle when she caught sight of you. You looked just as cute in this form as you did in your demon one

🐺 As you walked through this city Loona called LA, you had noticed that Moxxie and Millie had randomly disappeared while Blitzo and Stolas were kicked into a van and drove off after the head of I.M.P. gave you and Loona the order to find Octavia, making her and you flip him off

🐺 Okay, maybe this was getting out of hand…

" Hey. Ya' want one? " " Sure- uh, what're you listening to? " " Eh, the norm'. Blistering Skulls and whatnot. " " Oh! That's nice… I guess. " " Heh, you sound a lot like Stolas when he’s around my da- I mean Blitz. "

🐺 Loona and you were getting tired. You've been running around the city trying to find Octavia by her posts on Sinstagram, much to no avail, as she always was one location ahead of you all

🐺 Now you were here, at some random building that you couldn't remember the name of, but they way it looked out and onto the city reminded you of the old hellborn-comic series, Inked Blood, which had gone out years prior to your birth

🐺 Looking around slightly, you both came to see Octavia. And you looked and Loona and slightly bowed, allowing her to go in first, after all, females get females better

🐺 You just sat behind the building's large curve as Loona and the young Goetia female spoke, and your heart warmed at hearing her words. Dads really did have issues, like yours did back when he was alive…

" If he cares, where is he? " " He's somewhere down there. " " He’s here? " " Looking for you. I mean… try to cut your dad some slack. He may not always get it right, but he's trying. That's more important than you think. " " Ain't that the truth? " " Y/N? " " I agree with Loona here. Dads aren't always gonna be the best, but, despite the either minor or major flaws they have, the fact that yours is actually actively trying to connect with you before it's too late is something you need to hold dearer than now. "

🐺 Loona stared at you as you spoke, despite you looking silly wearing a demon-version of a Hatsune Miku shirt, the way you looked so lovingly and soft at the one you viewed as your sister made the hellhound flush slightly

🐺 As the smog and clouds cleared to allow the moon to shine, Loona stood and held a hand out to Octavia, making her drop the magical book into her hand as she stood and readied herself before smiling at you

🐺 All of a sudden, Octavia tackled you and Loona into a hug, making you wrap your webbed hands around the two, landing your left on Octavia's shoulder blades while your right laid on Loona's side

🐺 Why was your touch making her flustered so much?!

🐺 Seeing Stolas and Octavia finally discuss things was heartwarming for you. Now that that disgusting bitchy cunt Stella was out of the picture somewhat, they could finally connect like a father and daughter should

🐺 Looking up for a second as you stood beside Loona, you saw the fireworks that burst in the sky in multiple colors, and the sight of your eyes opening widely in admiration of the effect caused Loona to smile gently and sneak a photo of you, saving it to her camera roll in a folder she named to remember this day for a while

Y/N L/N - the best nerd i’ve ever met <3

#Helluva Boss #I.M.P.#Pride Ring #Helluva Boss x Reader #I.M.P. x Reader #Pride Ring x Reader #S/O! Reader #M! Reader #GN! Reader #Demon! Reader #Loona Buckzo #Loona Buckzo x Reader

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sixsixtwenty · 6 months ago

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Requests and rules

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About my "Reader" i write.

The reader does NOT have a specific race, not black, not white or anything they're just them. nor have a specific gender. Most fics will just have reader be identified as They/Them. if you want a specific reader gender just ask! but about race i tend to keep that neutral. also bc i personally do not know how a black reader would make me write differently than a white reader or a reader of any other race.

Rules

From the Fandoms i write for, i especially do NOT write any minor characters for Smut such as in the MHA fandom, i will only write smut for the ADULTS. otherwise the reader is around the age of the mha kiddos. and for Sanrio characters it's only Platonic and friendship bc the whole Sanrio franchise is only very comforting.

I do not write for these things:

any R@pe (yes im aware of what happened to Anya in Mouthwashing. but I won't be writing about the action that has happened between jimmy and Anya, but there will lbe breef mentions of it possibly.)

non-con, gross fetishes l personally dislike such as watersports etcetc, Minor x Adult.

Minors should NOT Read my Smut fics, i cannot control who sees it. read for ur own record.

Who can send requests?

You can only send requests if your age is in your bio, and NOT an anonymous ask. if ur found under the age of 18 and following me i will block you.

Fandoms i write for!

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Scp Foundation

Mouthwashing

My hero academia

Sanrio

Castlevania (Netflix)

What kind of Requests/posts i will do via fandoms character and how well i can.

🔞 = Will Write smut for that Character

🌺 = Will write romance for that Character

🧸 = Will write Platonic / only platonic for that Character

🗑️ = Inexperienced writng for that Character (will be out of chatacter possibly)

Characters

Hazbin hotel

Lucifer 🔞🌺🧸

Alastor 🌺🧸

Angel Dust 🔞🌺🧸

Nifty 🧸🗑️

God 🌺🧸

Helluva Boss

Stolas 🔞🌺🧸

Stella 🔞🌺

Satan 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Octavia 🧸🗑️

Loona 🌺🧸

Asmodeus 🔞🌺🧸

Scp Foundation

Scp 076-2 🔞🌺🧸

Scp 073 🔞🌺🧸

Scp 682 🌺🧸🗑️

Scp 001 (Scarlet king) 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Scp 343 🌺🧸

Scp 053 🧸

Scp 049 🌺

Mouthwashing

Pre-crash Curly 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Post-Crash Curly 🌺🧸

Jimmy 🔞🌺🧸🗑️ (i personally don't like him but eh some ppl do)

Anya 🌺🧸🗑️

Swansea 🌺🧸🗑️

Daisuke 🌺🧸🗑️

My hero Academia

Shota Aizawa 🔞🌺🧸

Toshinori Yagi (all might, both forms) 🔞🌺🧸

Star and Stripes 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Izuku Midoriya 🌺🧸

Shoto todoroki 🌺🧸

Katzuki Bakugou 🌺🧸

Hitoshi Shinsou 🌺🧸

Mina Ashido 🌺🧸

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) 🔞🌺🧸

Sanrio

Cinnamoroll 🧸

Hello Kitty 🧸

My Melody 🧸

Kuromi 🧸

Keroppi 🧸

Gudetama 🧸

Castlevania

Dracula 🔞🌺🧸

Alucard 🔞🌺🧸

Lisa 🔞🌺🧸

Death 🔞🌺🧸

Isaac 🔞🌺🧸

Hector 🔞🌺🧸

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel god #hazbin hotel god x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #scp #scp foundation #scp x reader #castlevania dracula x reader #castlevania x reader #Sanrio x reader #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing x you #mha all might x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #scp 076 2 #scp 073 x reader

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midmourn · 2 years ago

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good 4 u

title good 4 u

pairing lee donghyuck x gender neutral!reader

characters lee donghyuck, mark lee [nct] yoo jimin/karina, uchinaga aeri/giselle [aespa], kim seungmin [stray kids], jeon heejin [artms, ex-loona],

summary it’s all thanks to you that haechan is doing so great.

warnings angst

word count 1640

a/n last fic to the sour series!! next is guts series ;) if you have a song in mind for a dream member, lmk!!

“Egoistical.”

“Jerk.”

“Fuckboy.”

“You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you?” Seungmin hummed as he took a bite of his sandwich. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him and turning back to Giselle and Karina.

“Ignore him,” Giselle scoffed, side-eyeing him before saying, “OK. Continue. What else?”

Karina snapped her fingers, getting an idea, “Name his icks!”

“Oh, God,” you sighed, putting your head in your hands. “How he’s a fucking gamer. He would be on that game twenty-four-seven!”

“Immediate red flag,” Karina said, patting your shoulder as you groaned, slumping over the table. “Are you sure you're not colorblind, Y/N?”

“More like just dumb,” Seungmin pushed your bowl of salad closer to you, bumping it into your head. “Eat.”

“I don’t think I can,” you huffed, “I see him next period. I’m afraid I’ll throw up.”

“Ooh, throw up on him!” Giselle said excitedly with Karina nodding in agreement.

You threw a look at her, “I will not! No matter how funny it would be, I’d be so embarrassed.” Seungmin stiffened next to you, making you glance his way and see that he was glaring at something in the distance. You follow his gaze and feel your mouth dry, blinking as you stare at the scene in front of you.

Here was your ex-boyfriend, only being broken up for two weeks, throwing his arm over some girl you vaguely recognized from your English literature class. Heejin, you thought her name was. He looked good, way too good for someone just broke up with someone who they supposedly wanted to give the world to.

You thought for a split second, that maybe, just maybe, they were just friends. And then his head turned to plant a kiss right on her lips and every hope you had left shattered.

“Two-timer,” Karina added bitterly to your conversation from earlier. You swallowed roughly, tearing your eyes away from the scene. You briefly registered the feeling of Seungmin’s hand resting on your knee, squeezing once in comfort. You don’t know if your eyes teared up from the sight of Haechan and Heejin, or from the once-in-a-lifetime kindness from Seungmin.

“There’s no way he wasn’t,” Giselle gaped at the sight. “In a couple of weeks? Cheater.”

“Fuckboy,” Seungmin repeated, stressing the word. He stood up, shoving the last bite of his sandwich in his mouth and pulled you up with him. “C’mon, we’re skipping class. He better hope we don’t see each other off campus.”

Your head perked up slightly at the sound of a familiar voice, watching Haechan and Mark Lee walk around the corner, neither noticing you in your corner of the library. You were surrounded by your textbooks, studying for your upcoming test in literature.

“—But yeah, this therapist I’ve been seeing, I can totally hook you up with her,” Haechan was saying, patting Mark on the shoulder as they went to a bookshelf. “She’s great, helping me work on myself to be better. For Heejin.”

You were the one who got him in touch with the therapist. Your fists clenched.

“Cool. Wait, dude, what? I thought you couldn’t refer me,” Mark said in confusion, scanning through the titles of the books.

“No, Mark!” Haechan shook his head, adding an unnecessary whine to his voice, “I think that only applies when you’re the therapist, can’t have any patients with, like, personal ties.”

“Oh,” Mark dragged out the second letter, nodding his head and coming to a stop on a book. “Hey, found it. Let’s go check it out.”

“Ms. Jang loves you more than she loves me, you do it—”

“Because I don’t defile her sacred place with all your sins—”

“Sins! What else is the library meant for? Studying?”

“Definitely not making out and going to third base—”

Their loud voices faded away the further they got. Your pencil lead broke, making you blink in surprise and turn to it, seeing you had been gripping the pencil so hard onto your paper that it made a harsh mark on it and broke. You unclench your jaw and look back down at your paper as a drop of liquid hits it, staining it.

The feeling of wetness on your cheeks made you inhale and exhale unevenly, trying to calm your breathing. You blinked away an onset of tears, thinking back to last night when Seungmin finally left your dorm. As soon as you reassured him that you were OK, he reluctantly left and when you were sure he was gone, you burst into tears.

Instead of bothering your roommate with your crying, you hid in the bathroom for almost the entire night. Being pathetic, looking at your gallery full of Haechan and crying.

You swiftly wiped under your eyes as Giselle and Karina entered the back of the library, beelining to your corner. They didn’t need to know.

“Woah,” a classmate from Linguistics gaped as Haechan pulled into his parking spot, in his shiny, bright, new Tesla. “A Tesla! That shit’s crazy.” He turned to his friends to either talk shit about Haechan or praise him. You hoped it was the former.

“Where the hell did he get money for that?” You spat under your breath to Seungmin, who crossed his arms and shook his head in reply.

“I heard he got accepted at that internship,” Giselle crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the boy as he stepped out of the car. “That one he’s—”

The one that you helped him study for?

“He got money from that?” You scoffed, glaring even harder as Heejin stepped out of the passenger side. The two joined hands, walking off without even a glance your way. You were seething by now. You wanted to strangle him so bad. “No way. He’s gotta be, like, in the mafia.”

“He’d die in seconds because of that mouth of his,” Seungmin snickered.

“I hate him,” you huffed, storming off into the opposite direction. Your friends followed dutifully as you rambled on about your ex-boyfriend. “He doesn’t even look my way! It’s like we weren’t in a relationship for a whole fucking year! And I’m the reason he’s doing so better; that internship? I helped him with it! What the fuck?”

Haechan discarded you like he was bored of you, even after an entire year of dating. That was partly the reason why it hurt so much; did you really mean nothing to him?

His sweet words, touches that seemed to burn you everywhere. He left a mark on you like no other. You didn’t know if it would ever fade away.

You were back in your spot in the corner of the library, far away from the librarian, Ms. Jang. Your books were closed, put away. You just needed some space to think, and then it turned into a silent crying session after getting too far into your memories with Haechan. You were just lucky that no one had come to the back yet.

It was only a moment later that giggling filled your ears and you rolled your eyes so hard you thought they were going to fall out. Of course, you had to jinx yourself. There was no way you were staying to witness a happy couple make out in what they thought was an empty corner. Groaning under your breath, you go to collect your textbooks and folders, only to stop midway once you recognize one of the giggles.

Despite not wanting to, you slowly looked up to confirm your thoughts. Right in front of you was Haechan and Heejin, the boy peppering kisses all over her face with a lovestruck grin on his face.

There was a loud crack, but it seemed like you were the only one to hear it. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, chest tightening as it got harder to breathe and see. Tears clouded your vision, but you could hear Haechan’s next words loud and clear.

“I swear, you’re like the only one that gets me,” he whispered seriously. He said that same fucking sentence to you.

Your eye twitched. That was the last straw. You stood up, chair screeching as it slid back against the marble floor and shoved your books in your bag clumsily. You could barely see, but you knew that they were looking at you.

You wiped under your eyes harshly, blinking back the tears as you sniffled. God, you hoped he couldn’t tell you were crying. That would be so embarrassing.

“Y/N,” Haechan said your name softly, almost in an apologetic way but you knew he wasn’t truly sorry. Instead of acknowledging him, you shoulder your bag and swiftly turn to walk past the couple quickly. Your hopes die as he grabbed your arm as you went to walk by him.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I—I didn’t know you were here or—”

You turned to him so swiftly it startled him, glaring straight at him and ignoring Heejin, “Oh, yes you did. You know that this is usually my spot. You came here on purpose to try and make me jealous. It’s pathetic, really. Having a new relationship yet here you are, basically chasing after your ex, trying to get my attention.” You turn to Heejin, who looks at you wide-eyed, and a bit of hurt at your words, “I truly do feel sorry for you, Heejin. He isn’t the boy,” you spat the word out, “—you think he is. He’s a liar, and I bet you he was talking to you when he was still dating me.” Your head turned to him slightly, “People don’t change. Especially people like him.”

“But, you know what,” you chuckled breathily, “Congratulations, Haechan. You seem to be getting everything you want. Good for you. But you should really be thanking me, because I’m the fucking reason you’re doing so well. Fuck you.”

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Alastor [Platonic or romantic] [romance-wise I headcanon him as an Demiromantic ace and that's what I tend to write him as, reader for the fics with him romantically are ace even if I don't outright say it]

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Leah [Platonic or romantic]

Shane [platonic or romantic]

Maru [Platonic or romantic)

Robin [platonic]

Evelyn & George [Platonic]

Krobus [platonic]

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Ragatha [Platonic]

Zooble [Platonic]

Caine [Platonic]

Jax [Platonic]

Gangle [Platonic]

Kinger [Platonic]

Gummigoo [Platonic]

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Millie [Platonic]

Moxie [Platonic]

Loona [Platonic or romantic]

Stolas [Platonic or romantic]

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fr4nkie0stein · 2 years ago

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Loona x reader???

I just did general dating headcanons, I hope that's alright ♡

Loona dating headcanons (gender neutral)

Content warning(s): none that I'm aware of

Dating Loona is basically like having permanent scary dog privileges

No one wants to do or say anything that might upset you or otherwise accidentally piss her off because most people are smart enough to realize not to make her mad

The two of you as a couple also follows along the lines of the "I hate everyone but you" trope

Loona will snap at anyone who so much as looks at her wrong, but with you?

Literally a huge, overgrown puppy

If you're ever mad at her or have a fight she's a lot more rude than usual while simultaneously pouting that you're avoiding her

Doesn't always apologize first, but when she does you can tell she really means it

Likes when you pet her, even if she refuses to admit it </3

Will let you braid/style her hair to your hearts content as long as you ask first

Same thing with her makeup

Just don't make her look like a clown, intentionally or otherwise, because it's likely you won't be allowed to touch her face with any sort of makeup product ever again

She isn't the big or little spoon because she doesn't really like to cuddle or sleep real close (unless either one of you is upset)

Actually, you might not want to share a bed with her at all because she a) hogs the covers, b) flails around a lot in her sleep, and c) snores really, really loud

The only time those things won't happen is if you've fallen asleep on her accidentally

Loona will refuse to move even an inch, afraid she might wake you up

When she's certain you're definitely asleep, she'll be surprisingly gentle as she picks you up and carries you to bed

Really over protective when it comes to you

She knows just how awful hell can be, and she doesn't want you to get hurt

She also gets jealous really easily, which stems from her abandonment issues

If you spend so much time with someone else, you might realize how much happier you are with them and end up leaving her

Of course that would never happen, but she can't help worrying all the same

Shares her earbuds with you when you're listening to music together

Also shares her clothes, her makeup, her magazines... anything, really

You're the only person who has that privilege, by the way, so don't take it lightly

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stay-prideful · 1 month ago

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Helluva Boss x Reader (OL2)

Overlord x Loona Part 2

You braced yourself, half-expecting her to stop. To just leave you alone. That she would tell you this was a joke, or that she was just scaring you for the Hell of it. It was clear she was still mad about you had done. A healthier person had every right to be mad, and might’ve had a conversation with you. They would’ve expressed their concerns.

Loona wasn’t one to talk about her feelings.

She tackled you, as if there was nothing better to do than to go to blows; to release her anger through violence. You had been caught off guard in your futile hope that she would stop. You crashed to the floor, and Loona took no time in pinning you there. Not a second had gone by before she started furiously clawing at your chest, tearing through your clothes and leaving deep gashes, drawing blood, and practically carving you open. You were filled with terrible, agonizing pain.

It was then that a familiar sensation started to occur. An overwhelming of the senses, where you could smell and hear everything in the small space around you. The iron of your blood, Loona’s grunted efforts to inflict pain on you, even the hum of electricity and the flow of plumbing within the walls. Your anger hadn’t faded from your experience on the street, and it had probably contributed to what you were feeling now, hopelessly grasping onto thoughts while everything seemed simultaneously crisp and fuzzy; you were starting to lose consciousness. Your brain was filled with fear.

Not that Loona would kill you, no. You were filled with the fear that in a state of heightened emotion and danger, you would enter your “true demon form” and harm or even kill her.

You had seen it happen with other sinners. Sometimes they sprouted extra limbs, sometimes they grew bigger, or their bodies became hardened or sharp. All of them had one thing in common. When they were feeling truly endangered or sadistic, that form would come out, and they would have trouble stopping themselves from hurting anyone and everyone around them. You had felt something similar once, in that alley with the arrogant sinner. An overwhelming of the senses. You had torn his arm off in your terrible fury. You were terrified you would lose control again and do something horrible to Loona.

However, as she continued to physically punish you, you never felt any response. I mean, you sure felt a fuck-ton of pain from her clawing at you, and a sensory overload was still occurring, but you never transformed, or lost control. The untamable rage that had resurfaced when walking home was still there, but it…wasn’t doing anything to you. Neither was the fear. With what little consciousness you were grasping onto as Loona tore into you, you realized why.

Loona was a major source of that rage. Your fear was for her, not of her. You didn’t enter your “true demon form” because you couldn’t. You could never harm her. Even at I.M.P., when she had clawed your face, you hadn’t retaliated physically. And so it was, that you were rendered helpless. You stopped struggling against Loona’s pin, and simply let her…take it out on you. You went limp.

Loona noticed almost immediately. Angry that you had just given up, she fought harder, digging her claws into your ribs, trying to elicit any kind of response from you. You yelled, almost screamed in pain, but you didn’t fight. Loona dug deeper, but when that didn’t work, she started to slow down. Her clawing became a pounding on your chest, then punching. She got slower and slower, exhausting herself. Her blows began to lose their force, until she eventually came to a complete stop. She was breathing heavily, and visibly shaking. She took in sharp breaths, and her eyes began to water. Her face, which had been in a snarl before, had relaxed, but only a little, and only because she was exhausted, and emotionally distraught. She looked down at you, then at the blood covering her claws. She became aware she was leaking tears, and she quickly wiped her with the back of her forearm before you could see.

At some point during all of this, your eyes had glazed over, and your consciousness was only occupied by pain. Loona watched as your body slowly stitched itself back together. She honestly hadn’t even done that much damage, at least compared to what she had done to you in training. Here, it had been a wild exertion. Claw marks, sure, but only a few were truly deep, and the only puncture wound you had was from her attack on your ribs. It was only a few minutes until you had healed, and your mind returned. You came to, seeing Loona straddling your torso, looking at her hands, breathing just as heavily as you were. She looked horrified at herself. Sensing a need to reassure her, you did the first thing that came to mind, even if it sounded stupid. That was probably because of the pain.

“If you wanted to see my apartment, you could’ve just asked,” you groaned.

Loona stared down at you incredulously. She was silent. A look passed over her face, as if her mind had returned to her. She gave a little gasp-cry, smiling with an open mouth before closing her mouth shut, her eyes watering again. Perhaps you saying something so ridiculous in such a horrifying situation had done that for her. She stopped staring at you, or her claws, and looked around your place for the first time, truly realizing where she was.

Your apartment was basically empty, and it was small. It was a one-bedroom apartment with a bathroom, a small kitchen, and a small open area that you had put a table and 2 chairs in, but not much else. You hadn’t decorated it with any other furniture besides your mattress, and every sheet, towel, and piece of clothing you had was hanging or folded in your closet or their areas of use, not contained in a dresser. You had no personal items, except for maybe in your kitchen.

Because of your low income before the influx of clients, it had been worth it to invest in how to cook here in Hell. It was much cheaper than eating out, so whatever you saved went back into making good food, like purchasing better quality ingredients and utensils. It was practical. You also hadn’t had the money to afford hobbies, and the rest of Hell still treated you like shit because you looked like a Hellhound, and was violent 24/7, so you never really did anything outside. Your time had gone into perfecting your craft in that small kitchen.

Once she had taken in her surroundings, Loona looked down at you again. She was an embodiment of confusion, lowering her eyebrows while clutching your tattered shirt beneath her, though her eyes still shimmered with tears that she no longer claimed as hers. She wiped her eyes again, and gave a small sniffle as she did. You understood why she was confused. Despite having gotten a raise from the newfound opportunities you had brought to I.M.P. via your contacts with freshly murdered sinners, you hadn’t gotten a better apartment, or even purchased any furniture. You had chosen to stay humble, for fear of becoming arrogant or ungrateful in your path to becoming an Overlord. You hadn’t even gotten a better mattress, and that thing was basically a rock.

Loona continued to say nothing. You noticed that she hadn’t even said a single word since she had made her presence known. You started to shift underneath her trying to get up. Startled, Loona responded by quickly getting to her feet, standing above you. She stepped to the side, and looked down at you, still on the floor. She looked conflicted. Like she was unbelievably sorry, but she didn’t want to help you. You got up on your own, though were cautious in case she decided to push you back down.

Once you were standing, you looked at her curiously. She seemed embarrassed, but still irrefutably mad. You looked at her hands, her claws and fur stained with your blood. Slowly, you reached for her hands that she held close to her chest with one of your own. Loona flinched, yanking her hands away and growling, but through your actions alone, insisted that she should give you one of them. There was some silent struggling, but she inevitably relented, and you took her hand, sticky with your own blood, leading her into the kitchen.

Once there, you brought her to the sink. You cleaned off your own hand with the soap that was there. The thought to wash her hand first occurred to you, but doing that for her would be condescending, and you needed to wash your own. It would’ve been awkward to just stand there while she washed her own, as they would take longer than yours, so, even if it seemed somewhat rude, you cleaned your own hands first. After that you left her to it. Once your back was turned, you heard the sound of metal turning, and a stream of liquid hitting the metal surface of the sink, followed by the drain and the scrubbing of fur.

Moving through your now unbearably quiet apartment, save for running water and soap, you sat down at the small table that lay between the space between the kitchen and bedroom; a sad excuse for a dining/living room. You waited patiently, until you heard the water stop. Loona appeared before you soon after, looking at you and the table, uncertain.

You gestured for her to sit across from you. Your heart was still pounding from her violent attack, but since you had realized she was a pillar of your motivations, you had moved past it. At least, that’s what you wanted to do. You were honestly still freaked out by what she had done.

You knew why Loona was mad at you, and why she had come here. So you decided you needed to explain it to her. It wouldn’t come from Blitzø’s mouth this time; it would come from yours. You hoped that would ease her, at least somewhat. Her attacking you was an indicator of unspoken emotions and an unhealthy way of her dealing with them. You were worried about her.

She followed your gesture, pulling out the chair, its high-pitched sound of being dragged across the floor interrupting the quiet, though it only served to make things more tense. Loona sat down. She shifted uncomfortably, staring at the torn and bloody remains of your shirt. You ignored it, opting to finally break the silence between you two.

“Loona. My dream to become an Overlord… I wouldn’t dare try to achieve it at the expense of the people I cared about it. I took precautions.”

Loona continued to stare at you, silent. Then her shoulders relaxed, and you realized she had been tensing the entire time since she had gotten off of you.

“The deal and method I developed…I haven’t even told Blitzø what it is. The very nature of them is designed to protect everyone at I.M.P., I swear.”

You looked to Loona for a response. Any kind, really, but you hoped for acceptance. After a while, she nodded. You gave a small smile, then took a deep breath, recalling your deal from memory. It had been ingrained in you after having made it with over a hundred sinners at this point.

“I, (Y/N), will take your soul. In exchange, I will give you ultimate freedom. I cannot enslave you; I relieve all control I have over you, and you will be free from any power I may gain over you from taking said soul, except to be bound by the following clauses:

You will be unable to speak of the details of this deal to anyone, nor will you be able to harm a member of I.M.P., nor a Hellhound, should you be made aware of their presence and/or status. You will treat them with respect. If you ever meet or see a Hellhound in trouble, you must help them in a way that you deem appropriate.”

You took another breath, sharper this time. You had made yourself vulnerable.

“…And now you’re the only one who can speak freely of this, besides me,” you finished. “The only other people who’ve heard that deal are the ones who’ve been silenced by it.”

Loona’s eyes widened. You had just told her what you hadn’t even told her father; the exact wording of the deal that you made. She was now the only other person in Hell privy to this knowledge.. You continued to confess everything to her. Listing things off, going faster and almost more frantic as you did.

“I don’t make deals with my face revealed. I wear a hood to hide it. I give this false name, Kerberos. I refuse to be corrupted by the power I’ve gathered, and the Hellhound clause is a way for me to help, even at this stage. And remember the promise I made to you? That I would give up all of the souls if I lost sight of my dream? I added that as a clause to the first deal I made. There’s another precaution in case I ever become a threat to I.M.P.: Blitzø promised to purchase an angelic bullet to kill me.”

It was a lot of information. You could see Loona look into your eyes, trying to see if there was any indication you were deceiving her. You weren’t. Loona’s gaze then fell to her slightly damp claws, and she fiddled with them. It was clear she wanted to say something, but was having trouble doing so. A few minutes passed, and you waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts and courage. She spoke quietly.

“It’s…a lot. All of this.” Loona gestured towards you, then around her, referring to the entire situation she now was aware of. “But I’m…okay with it, I guess.”

You could tell from her voice that she was extremely reluctant to admit that. She wasn’t really okay with it, but she felt there was nothing she could do to stop you. You had made it clear long ago to her that becoming an Overlord was your plan, your dream in order to change how Hellhounds were treated. There was no stopping it now; you were already well underway. You opened your mouth to try and reassure her, but she continued speaking, still avoiding meeting your eyes.

“Why did I have to hear it from Blitzø? Loona asked, exasperated. She started to talk faster. “Why couldn’t you just tell me?” How could you tell him and not me? I’m your…” Loona cut herself off there. “You betrayed me.”

At those words, you felt a pain in your chest, like a stab to the heart. You inhaled quickly, as if it had been a physical wound. She had said it. There had been a betrayal, and now she even prevented herself from calling you her friend anymore. You took another breath, and your heart began to feel cold.

“I’m sorry. Truly, I am. Blitzø told me to keep it a secret. But even if he hadn’t… could you honestly say to me that you wouldn’t try and stop me?”

Loona now looked pained. You kept going.

“More importantly, more than the risk of being impeded, or having being told to keep it a secret…the reason I didn’t tell you was because I was worried how it would affect our friendship.”

Loona’s pained expression worsened.

“I came here to fight you, not talk.” Loona said, brushing off your explanation. It was apparent she felt uncomfortable.

“How were you planning on doing that?” you chuckled, trying to alleviate the tension in the room. “I’ve surpassed you in strength, right? I’ve got over a hundred souls inside me."

Loona snickered, showing that your attempt had worked.

“Inside you?”

Oh. That wasn’t what you had wanted her to notice. At least you made her laugh? You were relieved Loona was starting to relax. You were too, heart finally slowing to its regular rhythm.

“I didn’t mean to say it like that,” you chuckled back. “I just mean…how did you expect to fight me, when you knew I’d almost certainly be more powerful than you?”

Loona rolled her eyes.

“I just needed to let off some steam. You’re an excellent punching bag, stitching yourself back up when I’m done with you.”

You were about to press further, as that hadn’t really answered your question, when you noticed that her gaze had once again dropped to her claws, and her head had slightly bowed. Upon further inspection, you noticed that her face had gone red.

“You…expected me to just take it, didn’t you?” you voiced, realizing it as you spoke. “Because you knew…I wouldn’t hurt you. You attacked me, out of some hope that I would retaliate. You were mad, believing I somehow think less of you know. Well, I don’t.”

Loona’s head dipped further, until her hair obscured her face completely. Her claws clutched each other tightly. When she spoke, her voice was quiet again.

“You haven’t given up on your dream to destroy or change the system for Hellhounds…” she remarked, obviously trying to change the subject. “You aren’t corrupt.”

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. That had been one of her major worries when you had first talked to her about becoming an Overlord, before you had made a plan, and kept your actions from her.

“Yeah…I still get angry sometimes though. The rage that I feel at Hell…it’s always there. I need to do something. One time I…” you swallowed, fearful of what you were about to admit. “One time I lost my temper, and I did something terrible to a sinner. He treated me like I was just inferior, like how other sinners treat Hellhounds…and he hadn’t even been in Hell long enough to know that’s how things work down here. I was so pissed. I…I just…I tore his arm off!” you grimaced and clenched your fists as you remembered the event.

Loona looked up at you at that, her hair flying back.

“You what?!” she exclaimed, though her expression was somewhere between a grin and a slackjaw. That was not the response you were expecting.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I’m ashamed of it though. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I did some serious damage. However, Loona…” you looked at her intensely. “The reason I won’t ever lose sight of my dream, why I’m not corrupt, and why I could never hurt you…it’s because you’re the source of my rage. I’m still doing this for all Hellhounds, and for you.”

Loona had gotten excited when you told her about the arm thing. She had remembered how she first heard of you, before you came to I.M.P. You had kicked your boss across his own establishment for mistreating you, because you looked like and had been under a false Hellhound identity. She admired you, because you were the first one she had known about who actually took action against people like that. The first one to act like her, to rage at the underworld. To hear you do it again, even if it was while you were trying to become an Overlord…Loona had lowered her guard when she had heard this second story of your vengeance. She had been unprepared for you to admit she was the source of your anger. That It was for her you fought.

You saw Loona’s face become red again, though a much deeper shade this time. You heard what sounded like someone sweeping your floor, and you looked down and around the table to see what the source of the noise was.

Loona was wagging her tail.

Her physical response to your admission made you suddenly very aware of the situation you were in. You glanced at the clock on your oven; 9:45 pm. The work day had long been over, and it was almost certainly dark outside. You looked at Loona, who was now trying to hide her tail. She was far from home. In your apartment. You started to panic, realizing it would be dangerous for her to walk home alone, especially in your neighborhood. You knew she could handle herself, but still you worried.

“Do you have a way home?”

Loona froze. She stopped trying to hide her tail, and her face suddenly turned very serious. After an agonizingly long few seconds, her head slowly turned towards you, and she looked into your red and pale blue eyes with her own red and white ones. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still mad at you,” she said, not quite growling, but with a serious overtone of frustration. “I don’t have a way home, but you’re letting me stay the night. I don’t care that you can cast portals wherever and whenever the fuck you want now. I’m not leaving.”

You looked at her, confused, and somewhat startled.

“I don’t have a spare—”

“You’re sleeping on the floor.”

You gave her another look, incredulous. You glanced over at your bed. It was basically a slab of concrete, but at least it was softer than the actual floor beneath it. You looked back at Loona. Her eyes flicked from one of your eyes to the other, as if searching for something, but her expression remained serious. Loona was an adamant woman. If she wanted something, she took it. If someone wasn’t going to tell her something, she would pester and drill them until they did. You were not fighting her.

“Fine,” you grumbled. You weren’t going to like this. You would wake up with aches and bruises, and work would be Hell in the morning. Even though you were already in Hell. Whatever, you thought. I know what I mean.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud growl coming from Loona. You looked at her confused; you had accepted that you would be sleeping on the floor. Why was she mad?

Loona’s expression was not one of anger. It was one of surprise. Her eyes widened, and you heard the sound again. The growl was not coming from her throat. It was coming from her stomach. Relieved, you chuckled.

“Have you eaten? Or did you spend all day waiting to follow me home?” you teased, a smug grin on your face. Then your stomach growled too.

Loona started laughing at you. Shit. Neither of you had eaten since you had left work. You both had just went to your home, fought, and talked. Too much time had been spent traveling and interacting for you to actually cook yourself dinner. Though, now that you knew Loona was staying over…

“Do you have any preferences for what you want to eat?” you asked her.

Loona gave you a strange expression. She hadn’t expected you to offer to feed her. Though she supposed she did deserve it for what you had put her through…

“The only places I know are open this late are bars. Maybe we could order a pizza?” she offered.

It was your turn to give a strange expression. Then it dawned on you that she probably wasn’t used to home-cooked meals. Blitzø seemed to be the kind of person who ordered out often. And Loona’s lunches in the break room were always leftovers from fast food places…

“No, I mean…do you have a preference for what food you like to eat? I don’t order takeout. I cook here. But you said you wanted pizza?”

You weren’t worried about your meal plans for the week, or even the month. I mean sure, you would lose some ingredients for a meal down the line, but with the raise you received due to the business you had brought to I.M.P.? It wasn’t that big of a worry.

Loona’s strange expression turned to one of confusion, then realization, then finally, excitement. She rested her elbows on the table, then rested her head in turn in her closed hands. It squished her face, and it seemed she was looking at you in adoration. Her tail started to wag again, and she didn’t even bother to hide it this time. The smile that stretched across Loona’s face made your heart skip a beat. Had she always been this cute?

“Yeah! I didn’t know you could cook! Yeah, pizza sounds great!”

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kaisntbreathing · 1 year ago

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Hello, I'm Kai I'm a writer and this blog was made for all my Hazbin Hotel, SBG, and Stranger Things enjoyers which are the main fandoms I write for on here but I do write for others.

I'm currently hyperfixated on a few characters *cough* Adam *cough* Lucifer *cough* Vox *cough* Eddie *cough* *cough* Aiden Clark *cough* anyways enjoy.

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[Guide]

→ REQUESTING RULES

→ MY BOUNDARIES

→ WHAT I DO/DONT WRITE

→ LIST OF FANDOMS

→ "TO DO LIST"

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→ I DON'T WRITE OC X CANON OR CANON X CANON .

→ PLEASE ADD PRONOUNS FOR THE READER IF YOU DONT I'LL AUTOMATICALLY USE GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS.

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★ My boundaries ★

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→ PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL OF EVERYONE

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★ What I write ★

(List of fandoms at the bottom of the list)

→ I DO WRITE NSFW (NOT SAFE FOR WORK) BUT NOTHING TOO EXTREME

→ XREADER (You) SCENARIOS, ONE SHOTS, AND HEADCANONS

→ I LOVE WRITTING BOTH ANGST AND FLUFF AND SOMETIMES SOME SMUT

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★ What I don't write ★

→ I REFUSE TO WRITE ANYTHING TO DO WITH INCEST, SUICIDE, VORE, FETISHES (UNREASONABLE ONES), PEDOPHILIA, RAPE, OR EXTREMELY DARK TOPICS

→ I WILL NOT WRITE NSFW FOR ANY CANONICALLY UNDERAGED CHARACTERS EVEN IF THEYRE AGED UP I WILL NOT WRITE THAT

→ I WON'T WRITE ANY OC X CANON OR CANON X CANON UNLESS I'M INTERESTED IN IT, BUT I DEFINITELY WON'T WRITE OC X CANON

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★ List of Fandoms & Characters ★

→ HAZBIN HOTEL

✦ ADAM

✦ ALASTOR

✦ ANGEL DUST

✦ CHARLIE

✦ LUCIFER

✦ LUTE

✦ LILITH

✦ HUSK

✦ NIFFTY

✦ VALENTINO

✦ VOX

✦ VELVETTE

✦ VAGGIE

→ STRANGER THINGS

✦ Eddie Munson

✦ Billy Hargrove

✦ Steve Harrington

✦ Johnathan Byers

✦ Jim Hopper

✦ Nancy Wheeler

→ HELLUVA BOSS

✦ BLITZØ

✦ MOXXIE

✦ MILLY

✦ LOONA

✦ STOLAS

✦ FIZZAROLLI

✦ ASMODEUS

→ OBEY ME

✦ LUCIFER

✦ MAMMON

✦ LEVIATHAN

✦ SATAN

✦ ASMODEUS

✦ BEELZEBUB

✦ BELPHEGOR

✦ DAIVOLO

✦ BARBATOS

✦ LUKE (PLATONIC)

✦ SIMON

✦ SOLOMON

✦ THIRTEEN

DIGITAL CIRCUS

✦ JAX

✦ RAGATHA

✦ POMNI

✦ CAINE

✦ ZOOBLE

✦ KINGER

→ CODMW3

✦ SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

✦ JOHN PRICE

✦ JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

✦ KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

✦ KONIG

✦ ROACH SANDERSON

✦ ALEJANDRO VARGAS

✦ ROMANOV MAKAROV

✦ KEEGAN .P. RUSS

✦ KATE LASWELL

→ DEMON SLAYER

✦ TANJIRO KAMADO

✦ NEZUKO KAMADO

✦ ZENISTU AGATSUMA

✦ INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

✦ RENGOKU KYOJURO

✦ UZUI TENGAN

✦ SENEMI SHINAGIZAWA

✦ GIYU TOMIOKA

✦ SHINOBU KOCHO

✦ MISTURI KANROJI

✦ GIYOMEI HIJIMA

✦ OBANI IGURO

✦ MUZAN KIBUSTUJI

✦ AKAZA

✦ DOUMA

✦ KOKOSHIBO

✦ GYUTARO

✦ DAKI

✦ RUI

✦ TAMAYO

✦ YUSHIRO

→ MY HERO ACADEMIA

→ FNAF SB / SAMS

✦ SUNRISE

✦ Moondrop

✦ Montgomery Gator

✦ Eclipse

✦ Bloodmoon

✦ Lunar

✦ Gemini

✦ Earth

✦ Solar

✦ Freddy

✦ Roxanne

✦ Chica

→ CREEPYPASTA

✦ eyeless jack

✦ Ben drowned

✦ Ticci toby

✦ Jeff the killer

✦ Masky

✦ Hoodie

✦ Clockwork

✦ Jane the killer

✦ slenderman

✦ splendorman

✦ Laughing jack

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School bus graveyard

Aiden Clark

Taylor

Ben

Ashlyn

Tyler

Logan

★ To-Do List ★

[✓= done]

[Italics= Unfinished]

[Bold = In progress]

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wolfgang-woof-woof · 2 months ago

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hello! welcome to my sideblog :]

my name is arson, i’ve been a stay for a very, very long time, and a fanfic writer for even longer. there’s still somehow a severe lack of skz x male reader content on here so i’ve decided to throw my gay little hat into the ring.

more in depth info about me and what i will and won’t write is under the cut but tl;dr, i only write stray kids x male/masc and gender neutral reader, cis, trans, nonbinary, whatever, sfw and nsfw, so minors dni. i am a gay trans man myself, i use he/they pronouns, and if you can’t tell my bias is chan lmao.

requests are currently open! make sure you read the specifics of what i will and won’t write before you do!

what i will write:

trans man/transmasc reader (i am most comfortable with this! i like to write what i know lmao)

cis male reader

gender neutral reader

cis, trans man/transmasc and nonbinary skz

please include reader pronouns and pronouns for your non-cis skz member of choice in your request!!!