#cellophane x gn!reader

[britany1997]

Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader who’s owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.

(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie…

AHHHHH Michael my love🥺 yes of course I can write this for you💕💕 hope you like it!

Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader

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A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, “I told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,” Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.

“If he doesn’t behave he’ll find himself on a different kind of leash.” Dwayne warned.

“Ooh Paul, hear that? you’re in trouble,” Marko singsonged.

“Yeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!” Paul yelled back as he ran.

Dwayne groaned.

David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michael’s neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.

“Stay close pet, don’t want you running off like those two,” David cooed at Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of David’s grip, “I’m not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,” he paused, “and I’m not your pet either.”

David chuckled to himself, “whatever you wanna tell yourself love,” he said as he slid his arm around Michael’s waist, pulling him against his side.

He leaned in to whisper in Michael’s ear, “but I know you don’t mind what I call you when we’re at home. Maybe you’re just a house pet huh baby?”

Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink

“Stop it,” he whispered back nervously.

David pouted in reply, “thought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.”

Michael’s blush deepened, “can’t you keep it in your pants till we get home?”

David smirked, “what can I say, you’re irresistible.”

Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.

“HEY GUYS,” Paul’s booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.

“This better be good,” David grumbled.

Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.

Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop they’d never seen before.

As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. He’d swear he could already taste them.

He turned back to his boyfriends, “please, please, please can we go in and get something? I’ve been so good lately!” he begged.

Dwayne scoffed, “no you haven’t.”

Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, “please please please please,” Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.

Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. “David, what do you think? We got time before morning?”

David checked his watch, his arm still around Michael’s waist, “yeah we got time.”

“Yes!” Paul whisper-cheered to himself.

“Not so fast blondie,” David raised an eyebrow, “you got bakery money?”

Paul’s demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. “Michael?” he asked sweetly.

Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, “yes Paul?”

Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.

Michael laughed, “ok fine,” he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.

Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.

“I love you Michael!” Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.

Michael smiled and blushed, “I love you too Paul.”

Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michael’s five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.

Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. “C’mon, they need constant supervision,” he reminded David.

“Been tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.” David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.

As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.

Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human he’d ever seen (besides Michael of course).

You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.

As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paul’s persistent flirting.

“All these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,” Paul winked, leaning over the counter.

You blushed, “that’s so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?”

“Yeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, I’m not real liquid right now…” he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, “you take kisses?”

You smirked and laughed, “I take money.”

He mock-pouted, “that’s ok sugar, I was gonna give ‘em to you for free anyway.”

Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. “Sorry about him,” he said blushing.

Michael swiped the money from Paul’s back pocket and handed it to you, “for the sugar cookies,” he said, flustered.

“I’ll bring them right out,” you smiled.

Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.

“What the hell man?” Paul asked, “I was about to seal the deal!”

“Paul,” Dwayne interjected, “what did we say about kissing strangers?”

“It’s fun?” Paul guessed.

“Don’t do it.” Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.

Paul pouted.

You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.

“You all are the first customers I’ve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,” you blushed.

You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.

He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he sighed.

You giggled, “I sure hope that’s not true, you’d think you’d wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.”

It was taking all of Paul’s self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.

You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, “I love Sfogliatella! I haven’t been able to find them anywhere,” he told you.

“My grandma’s recipe,” you smiled, “I love them too, I haven’t really seen ‘em anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.”

Marko melted.

You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “Dark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,” you told him.

“For a richer flavor?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Exactly!” you beamed, “thought you’d like it.”

His lips turned up into a half-smile, “thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.

He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, “these are my favorite, how’d you know?” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “call it baker’s intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.”

He blushed, “talk about a sixth sense,” he mumbled, “you really are the sweetest thing in here.”

Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had ‘stolen his line.’

David cleared his throat, “nothin for me love?” he raked his eyes over your form.

You laughed, “you just didn’t strike me as a sweets guy,” you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.

When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.

“Clever little thing aren’t you?” he flirted.

“I like to think so,” you winked.

David’s smile spread across his whole face, “well if you aren’t the cutest thing…” he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.

Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.

He frowned, “gotta get goin’ sweet but we’ll be back,” he promised, winking.

You bit your lip, “I hope so, I’m here every night.”

You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.

You couldn’t help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision you’d ever made.

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[luvfy0dor]

“He's Got So Much in His Heart, But He Doesn't Know What to Do ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Sigma

Warnings; barely proofread, maybe ooc

Description; BSD Men confessing to you

A/n; I promise I'm working on reqs! I think after I do two more I'm gonna open requests again ^^

⑅Chuuya Nakahara⑅

• Chuuyas palms get sweaty when he does confess to you- you've been a long time port mafia member and have been well acquainted for years, but he still gets all nervous. He asks around for your favorite snacks or chocolates and flowers. If you don't like flowers, he'll replace it with something else, but for the sake of the story, we'll use flowers.

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Chuuya eyed the flowers sitting on his desk from time to time. He has been stirring with his own feelings for too long and decided he would just admit everything to you today- how he felt his face heat up when you praised his work and the way his heart thumped in his chest when you smile at him in the hallways. He rubbed his face with his hands and groaned, contemplating all the outcomes of his situation. You could say you felt the same and agree to go on a date with him, or you could turn him down politely. He didn't think a rude rejection was a possibility from you, even if you're not the nicest person, he just couldn't imagine you being mean to him. Or maybe he just didn't want to imagine it.

He let out one final sigh before standing up from his desk and grabbing the flowers. The bouquet of roses was held together in red cellophane wrap and crinkled in his grasp. It was about time for him to leave for the day, and he knew you got out at the same time and didn't like to hang around, so he hurriedly headed to your office. His hair bounced on one of his shoulder while he walked and his hands sweat nervously under his gloves. He took a deep breath and headed to round a corner, but instead ran face first into you, making the both of you stumble backwards. "Jeez, Chuuya, you're fine, right?" You ask, regaining your balance and scanning over his appearance and seeing the roses. "Oh..! Who are the roses for?" You ask, feeling a little bit of jealousy form in the depths of your chest. It took a while for you to admit to yourself that you liked Chuuya because of your co-worker status, and now that you did you couldn't help but with for a good portion of his attention.

"Uh- yeah, no, I'm fine. You're okay too, that's good. They're, uhm, they're for-" He mutters, trying to stall a little to buy time to get his heart out of his throat. He just sighs and runs a hand through his bangs and holds out the flowers to you. "They're for you." He averts his eyes and visually becomes more red. Your eyes widen. "Chuuya, you don't have to give them to me because I asked, if they're for somebody else then go bring them to that person." You say with a small but slightly bitter laugh, not that he could tell because he was too busy worrying over whether or not this was your form of rejection. "No, they're really for you. They've been for you since I bought 'em." He tells you, holding them out towards you insistently. You feel your heart rate pick up and your breath hitches. "Chuuya.." you whisper his name and it's like music to his ears.

"Y/n, I would really like to take you on a date if you'd let me. I really like you, you're nothing less than enchanting to me." He says dead seriously, shoving the flowers towards you again. You take them and can't help but flash your teeth in a smile. "Yeah, I'd love to go on a date with you too. Let me give you my number so you can text me about it, can I just put it in your phone?" You ask, holding out your hand. He nod and fishes his phone out of one of his pockets. He opens the contacts app and creates a new one before giving it to you to add your phone number. You do so with a smile and hand it back to him. You can see him smile while looking down at his phone, and when he looks back up, you press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Chuuya, I really appreciate the flowers and your confession. I have to head home and make dinner, so text me, okay?" You grab his hand and give it a quick squeeze. He nods. "Yeah, you got it." The prideful grin on his face doesn't fade as he walks back to his office. He felt like a kid on Christmas after receiving their number one item on the wishlist, and his #1 item happened to be the chance to get to know you better.

⑅Dazai Osamu⑅

• Dazai is very confident. He'll let you know when he likes you, and you can tell it's different from his usual flirting.

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You work alongside Dazai at the ada and the both of you decided to take half of a day off to wander the city. You didn't really have a specific location in mind and just went wherever your feet took you. You ended up walking into a cafe with Dazai holding the door open for you. "Wow, isn't this nice! You know what else is nice?" He asks you with a smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow. "What else is nice?" He places his hands on his hips while the two of you wait in line. "When you partake in kindness. Kindness such as paying for my food." You scoff. "No." His shoulders slump a little bit he pulls out his wallet and counts up the money he has. He opts to buy himself a muffin and watches you think about which smoothie you want. You decide on strawberry and tell the man at the counter your choice. Dazai asks for a muffin to go along with it and you furrow your eyebrows. "I thought we were paying separate?" He shrugs and sits through his wallet again. "You can pay me back later." A little impressed by the usually out of character gesture, you smile and thank him.

You receive your smoothie and he gets his muffin, walking out of the cafe together. His mind fills with thoughts of holding your hand while walking down the street together and he hums at the meer idea of it. It would feel so right. "Where should we go now?" You ask, sipping on your drink. "In this instance, I'd say anywhere we could find a beautiful woman to end my life with, but who needs some random woman when I have you?" He says, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. Your cheeks heat up and you playfully swat at his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?" You say, a smile creeping into your face as well.

"Oh, nothing bad." He says. "I always want to die, but I wouldn't mind living in the moment with you right now." He says, looking straight ahead. "You know I like you, right?" He asks, turning his head towards you to see your stunned face. You stammer over your words but quickly blurt out an answer. "I-I mean, I had my suspicions but...I didn't wanna pin anything on you." You averted your eyes. You had been too wrapped up in your own feelings for him and subsiding them to realize that they were reciprocated this whole time. "You didn't." He says, his tone teasing and knowing. You roll your eyes. "I didn't have time to think about it." You say, grabbing his free hand in yours. "But I like you, too." He smiled and leaned over to bump his forehead against yours. "Good." You let out a breathy laugh and squeeze his hand before leaning your head on his shoulder. "Yeah..very good."

⑅Sigma⑅

• Sigma doesn't know how to deal with his feelings towards you. He knows it's more than friendship, but he's scared to lable it as romantic love.

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Sigma was one of your closest friends, and one night you were able to tear him away from his work to hang out. You were in the middle of braiding his hair and sharing random stories in your life, specifically one about an elementary school crush, when he got quiet. Your fingers paused their movements and rested on his shoulders instead. "You alright? You got all silent all of a sudden." You ask him, rubbing circles into his shoulder with your thumb. "Yeah. Uh, when you were younger, how did you know if you liked someone? Especially so young. It feels so complex." You hum in thought and return to braiding. "Well, it's real rare that you find true love so young. Even in highschool, if you stay together with someone past graduation it's pretty impressive. But I don't think there's one set way of knowing...you could say there's a lot of things that factor into it. Like wanting to be around someone more, giving your all for them, things like that." You say, pulling some hair from the top layer back.

He nods in understanding. "Oh. That makes sense." You hum in the affirmative and tie the braid together with a hair tie and crawl to face his front. "Or like...your heart might speed up, your body might heat up, stuff like that. Sweaty palms, etcetera, etcetera." You say with a smile, sitting cross legged. He stares into your eyes, his eyes full of color and his lips are drawn into a tight line. "My- uhm, my heart is definetly speeding up." He stammers, his hands holding onto his ankles. You raise an eyebrow and examine his appearance; he was blushing. "Are you thinking about someone in particular?" You ask, feeling your heart pick up. You couldn't help but hope that his next response would be your name. "Yeah." Was all that he whispered as he switched from sitting costs legged to on his knees. "Is it weird when people confess to you? You must get confessions a lot, don't you?" He asks, his fingers anxiously rubbing the fabric of his pajama pants- the pajama pants that matched yours.

You leaned back on your arms. "Not particularly, but no, I don't think it's weird at all." You tell him. "So can I?" Your heart drops, even though you felt like the previous conversation was foreshadowing his confession. You nod and sit up, your full attention on the pale man. "Okay. I want to be in a relationship with you. I've never been in one before, so you'll have to bare with me, but I want nothing more than to be with you if you'll let me. You make me feel...at home." He says, his body closer to yours now as he hesitantly grabs your hand. Your heart felt touched and held in his hand because of his honest and sincere words and for a moment, you thought you were dreaming. You squeezed his hand caressed his knuckles your thumb. "You make me feel the same way..wow, you're gonna make me overheat.." You say, averting your eyes. He worriedly let's go of your hand and backs up.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fluster you." He says, a small frown on his face. You chuckle and take his hand back. "Don't worry about it, it's fine." You reassure him, interlocking your fingers with his and bringing his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles. He does the same to your knuckles, gazing up at you through his light colored eyelashes. Once his lips parted from your skin, he stared at the glistening skin. "This is all so new, but I want to get used to it for you." He says. You giddily smile and reach out to cup his cheek and push some hair behind his ear. "Me too, Sigma."

A/n; hi guys so basically I think I'm gonna do a q&a and try to get to know y'all a little more and make some writer friends because I wanna get more in touch with the writing community ^^

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[deartouya]

i like you a latte | denki kaminari.

denki kaminari's determined to make you fall in love with him, cheesy one-liners and all, even if it takes months and puts him in debt. little does he know he's already won you over, you just like watching him fumble.

pairing: denki kaminari x gn!barista!reader

word count: 1.3k

content: reader has a job!, mentions of food/eating, lots of fluff, denki's cheesy but it's fine bc he's cute

hehe do you like my very clever pun ?? i think writing this made me realize i'm a little in love with denki </3 he's a charming dork idk. written as part of @cup-of-fluff's time to shine collab !! ty so much for hosting ^-^ this was soso much fun to write,, im sorry for being a whole month late ;—;

You’re beginning to think Chargebolt doesn’t have any friends. At least, you would if you hadn’t seen him sitting at their crowded table—Red Riot, Alien Queen, Deku, Ingenium, Cellophane, even Dynamight makes the occasional, disgruntled, appearance—his elbows planted in their sides and smiles splitting their faces. Or a poorly hidden grin in Dynamight’s case. But, you reason, he must not like them very much with how much of his time is spent alone in the cafe. Always in the same spot, the same order, with the same barista: you.

So, he has friends. He’s just decided to spend all his precious free time drinking over-priced lattes and eating equally expensive cheese Danishes. Sometimes he brings a binder, thick with unorganized papers and what looks like incredibly important reports, but he never even opens it—too busy monopolizing your company and stretching over the little cafe table to get your attention. 

You can’t really complain, though. He always attracts a crowd, even with an incredibly inconspicuous cap pulled over his eyes, which means more orders and more tips and more money. You also can’t deny that you’re just the tiniest bit amused with him, all with his cheesy smiles and jokes and flattery. 

Which, he’s not nearly as skilled at as the press pretends. Pro Hero Chargebolt, with his bolstering reputation as a flirt with—reportedly—never-ending charm never fails to come up with the most nauseatingly cheesy café puns. Puns which have, regrettably, endeared you to the Pro.

“Just admit it, you’re in love with him! Y’know it’s healthy, everyone is in love with at least one member of class 1a,” Izumi’s wrought with faux consolation, “it’s human nature, inevitable even. And most people don’t have them sitting in the front of their shop every week.”  

“I’m not in love with him,” you huff, sounding too much like a petulant child for your liking. Izumi’s tease isn’t new either, ever since Denki first showed up during one of your shared shifts, she's been insufferable. 

“That’s not what your eyes say—they get all hazy and lovesick when he’s ordering,” Izumi says, voice high and sing-songy as she finishes clearing the last table, “and I think your chargebolt keychain says otherwise too.” 

“You bought me that.” She doesn’t falter under your glare, though, smile only widening as she perches on the counter, chin cradled in her palms. “And you’re just hoping if he keeps coming around, he’ll bring Ingenium with him.” 

A forlorn look suddenly passes over Izumi’s face as she remembers the one and only time he visited, a time she wasn’t even working, “and alas, it’s only happened once.” 

“I’m not in love with him. He’s a good Pro Hero and I respect the work that he does.” She scoffs a laugh, earning a very pointed stare, “now, back to work—if you burn my muffins, I'm making you re-bake them.”

It ends the conversation—Izumi disappearing back into the kitchen, palms raised and facing you with a grin—but it settles deep and heavy in your mind. Her words repeat themselves to you throughout the day and into the next. You’d gotten used to Denki being there, to all his cheesy flirts and smiles. So used to them you’re not sure what a week would be like without them. Some selfish part of you hopes you never find out.

“They’ll work on you someday,” Denki catches your eye as you pass, the rest of the cafe quiet and empty. He’d been there since his morning patrol, entertaining the same blueberry muffin and attempting to fold his napkins into paper cranes. He was getting better at it despite the little stack of lopsided and half-formed birds.

He smiles, as bright as the dying sun streaming in through the cafe’s open windows. He watches you clear the table next to him, eyes trailing the slope of your nose and the subtle curve of your smile. His grin broadens when you scoff to hide your grin. 

“Don’t you have t-shirts and headshots to sign, hero?” You can’t help the way you chew at your lip, fighting off the warmth bubbling there. He’s right, it’ll work on you, it is working on you. His voice calling you brew-tiful haunts you everytime you make a chai latte. He’s sunny and determined and you can’t help the way you relish the whole of his attention being focused on you. “You’ve had three tables staring at you the entire hour you’ve been here.”

“I’m not trying to woo them, I’m trying to woo you,” it’s a simple sentence, but it's the way he says it that gets to you. Sure and just a little exasperated—like it’s obvious he’d rather watch you clear tables for the next hour than anything else. “Is it working?”

Denki’s grinning again—wider, brighter, and utterly charmed by himself—from where his cheek is squished into his fist and you can feel the way your pulse stutters. He’s charming, disarmingly so, bundled in some obscure graphic t-shirt and bright pink puffer, jeans marked up with lightning bolts you’re pretty were done by him, he’s pretty. Prettier than you’d ever admit to his face, you think his ego’s plenty big enough.

“Maybe,” your voice is drawn out and teasy, hiding any nerves as you move to clear the last few tables of cups and pastry platters, “maybe not.”

Denki’s face warms just a bit in the way it always does when you tease, cheeks splitting with the force of his grin as he—somehow—leans closer. He watches you disappear behind the counter, picking through what's left of the muffins and danishes to reemerge with a square of cake—bright and citrusy in a way which always reminds you of him.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he fumbles with the words despite saying them every week, a stack of manilla folders and binders, the same ones he’d been using as an arm rest, decidedly not working, are stuffed under one arm. He smiles and you’re reminded of spring and the warmth of the sun on your face, “rain or shine.”

“I know. I can’t wait.” You return his grin, lifting the slice of cake, now nicely wrapped and ribboned, “for the road.” The road being his half a block walk back to his apartment, though you know he’ll probably still have the slice eaten before he gets there.

Denki’s fingers brush against yours as you hand off the box. A chill runs up your spine at the contact. His hands are always warm, he’s always warm and this close you can smell the familiar citrusy warmth of his cologne. The thought makes you want to hold his hands, wonder what they’d feel like laced with your own.

You shake the thought with a smile, ignoring the little hitch in your chest when he turns to leave, forcing yourself not to watch him and hoping he’d find your note once he got home.

The note, written neatly on a slip of construction paper a week ago, is tucked into the top of the box. You’d written it the day after Izumi had teased you, hiding it beneath the tip jar and hoping that you’d work up the courage to slip it to him. ‘ I like you a latte too, hero. just make sure to save some of those lines of yours for the date ;)  

xxx-xxx-xxxx 

You think he forgot how glass works, pausing in front of the shop's corner to pump a jittery fist, the one still clutching your napkin and number—full and happy. The sight startles a laugh out of you. Denki’s head whips up to find you—face flushed and beaming—and he makes a show of waving the notecard in his hand.

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

Master List Key: ✨ = fluff 🦇 = smut 🖤= angst

✶ Bang ✶

🦇 Hot Girl Mixtape: Bang Chan -boyfriend!bangchan x chubby!fem!reader 🦇🖤 Wanna Be Yours - bouncer!bang chan x stripper!chubby!fem!reader 🦇🖤 Before I'm Dead - vampire!bang chan x chubby!fem!reader ✨🖤🦇 Synestia - idol!bang chan! x curvy!fem!reader ✨🖤 Wild Horses - boyfriend! bang chan x reader ✨🦇 Black Sheep - boyfriend!bang chan x fem!reader

✶ Felix ✶

✨🦇 Little Dark Age - husband!felix x chubby!fem reader ✨ Loverboy - boyfriend!felix x chubby!fem!reader ✨🦇 Piece of My Heart - best friend!felix x chubby!fem!reader ✨ I Will Follow You Into The Dark - boyfriend!felix x fem!reader

✶ Hyunjin ✶

🦇 Hot Girl Mixtape: Hyunjin - boyfriend!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader ✨🦇 Hyunjin Loving Your Body - boyfriend!hyunjin x curvy!fem!reader 🦇 All Rounder - boyfriend!hyunjin x thick!fem!reader 🦇 Venus in Cyprus - boyfriend!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader 🦇 Like In A French Film - boyfriend!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader 🦇 Surprise Me - boyfriend!hyunjin x fem!reader 🖤 Ultra One - vampire!hyunjin x chubby!vampire!reader

✶ Changbin ✶

🦇 Hot Girl Mixtape: Changbin - boyfriend!changbin x chubby!fem!reader ✨ I Want You - boyfriend!changbin x curvy!fem!reader

✶ Lee Know ✶

✨🖤 Peanut Butter & Tears - idol!boyfriend!minho! x fem!reader ✨🖤🦇 7 Psychopaths: Lee Know - assassin!lee know x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

✶ Han ✶

✨ Beside You - boyfriend!jisung x chubby!fem!reader

✶ Poly ✶

✨🦇 All the Pretty Boys - poly!minsung x chubby!fem!reader ✨🖤 Once More, With Feeling - poly!hyunlix x gn!reader ✨🖤 Cellophane - model!hyunjin x model!chubby!fem!reader, model!minho x model!chubby!fem!reader ✨🖤 Pendulum - model!hyunjin x model!chubby!fem!reader, model!minho x model!chubby!fem!reader ✨🖤 Bliss - model!hyunjin x model!chubby!fem!reader, model!minho x model!chubby!fem!reader

✶ OT8/HC ✶

✨ Emotional Intimacy w/ Stray Kids - ot8 x reader ✨🦇 OT8 Reacting to Stretch Mark Insecurity - ot8!skz x plus size!fem!reader ✨ OT8 Reacting to Belly Piercing - ot8!skz x curvy!fem!reader ✨ OT8 Giving Booty Slaps - ot8!skz x reader ✨ Being Poly w/ Stray Kids -ot8!boyfriend!skz x chubby!fem!reader ✨ Being Poly w/ Minsung - poly!minsung X chubby!reader ✨ Being Poly w/ Chansung - boyfriend!chan x chubby!reader x boyfriend!jisung ✨ OT8 React to You Wearing Baggy Clothes -boyfriend!ot8!skz x chubby!fem!reader ✨🦇 SKZ React to Finding Out About Your Genital Piercing - ot8!skz x fem!afab!reader 🦇 SKZ React to Your Piercing {Spicy Edition} - ot8!skz x fem!afab!reader ✨ Christmas Evel w/ Stray Kids - ot8!boyfriend!skz x chubby!fem!reader ✨ SKZ Members Who'd Love Sleeping On Your Belly - felix/3racha x reader ✨ SKZ Romanticizing Your Stretch Marks - jisung/chan/hyunjin/felix/changbin x reader ✨ SKZ React to Burning Christmas Dinner - ot8!skz x reader

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Missed (Broadchurch Drabble)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Alec's been away for a while. It's safe to say he missed you

CW: fluff, you will need the dentists, mentions of murder

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @yeethaw13 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“God, darlin’,” Alec says, wrapping you in perhaps the tightest hug you’ve ever felt and breathing in the smell of your hair. “I fuckin’ missed you so much.” 

You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. You can smell the flowers he’s bought you by your ear, the crinkle of the cellophane almost hurts your ear drums.

“I missed you too, my love,” you reply, deflating with the relief that comes from having him back in your arms after all this time. He’d been gone for a month. A whole month! He’d been called off on some investigation that just kept dragging on. He’d caught the killer in the end, though. He always does. “How was it?” 

“Fuckin’ miserable. So dreary. Even the people were dreary.” 

You laugh as he nuzzles his face into your neck as if to escape the memories. 

“I mean, someone was murdered in their small town, Alec, dear. That would tend to make people a bit miserable.” 

Alec grunts in response. You know he’s glad to be home. He could have come home earlier if he’d wanted to, but he wouldn’t do that. Not when there were cases to be solved and justice to be served. Alec was just like that- no rest until it’s all sorted. It’s one of the things you love most about him. 

“Alright,” you say, reluctantly pulling away from him and taking his hand. He hands you the flowers with the other and you sniff them. They’re stunning, as usual. You give him a happy kiss. “Oh- thank you so much! Alec, they’re beautiful!” You clutch them close to you and drink in the way Alec’s looking at you. So full of love. You’d never get used to him looking at you like that.

“Come on, let’s get you home, huh? I got you your favourite for dinner.” 

Alec squeezes your hand and gestures for you to take the lead. After all, you know where the car is. 

“Did you just?” Alec asks, looking more excited by the moment. “Y’always ken just what I need, don’t you?”

You give him a wink before sniffing the bouquet in your hand. 

“I sure do.”

#broadchurch s3 #broadchurch s2 #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy #broadchurch #david tennant #alec hardy fanfiction #alec hardy one shot #alec hardy imagine #alec hardy x you #alec hardy broadchurch #alec hardy fic #broadchurch fanfic #broadchurch alec hardy #broadchurch fanfiction #di alec hardy #alec hardy imagines #alec hardy drabble #alec hardy x reader insert #inside man #david tennant fanfiction #david tennant x reader #david tennant imagines #alec hardy x yn #alec hardy x gn!reader #alec hardy oneshot #bbc broadchurch #broadchurch show

[access--granted]

Too Slow

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Anon asked: how about a drabble with reader x luis in another apocalypse universe of your choice? they're just regular, run-of-the-mill people trying to survive a sudden outbreak of some kind, scavenging in a crumbling grocery/convenience store. maybe something angsty happens at the end? idk i just think it'd be interesting to see luis in a different zombie apocalypse universe xD A/N: Hoo boy, anon, do I have something for you 😂 you asked for angsty, and I think I delivered on that pretty well 🤭 I hope you like it because it hurt to write and they're thrown right into the thick of it 🥹 I didn't choose a specific zombie apocalypse universe for this, they're just out here trying to survive. Also, since no gender was specified, I've gone with gender-neutral and friendship rather than romance. I hope that's okay! :) TW: Angst, Implied major character death, mentions of blood and mild gore, use of guns. Pairing: Luis Serra x GN!Reader (Friendship) WC: 1,169

“Luis, can’t you at least try looking for something useful?” You poke your head over the counter, watching the Spaniard rifle through the cigarette kiosk, throwing empty cartons on the floor, his search for an untouched box, so far, unsuccessful. 

“I don’t know what you’re trying to get at,” Luis responds, turning his head to look at you with a playful smile. “Cigarettes are vital. Without them, I might lose my mind.”

You scoff, leaving it at that as you return to what you were doing just a second before. You’re on the floor, searching all the bottom shelves in this tiny convenience store. The area had been quiet when you first arrived, and it had felt like a miracle you’d even come across this place after several days on the road, passing nothing but abandoned homes and stripped cars. It’s clear this place has already been scavenged and gutted of its stock at least a dozen times before, but you and Luis are willing to take your chances, having gone hours without food.

So far, all you’ve found are a few expired cereal bars, some painkillers from the medicine section and a bottle of lukewarm mineral water. It’s not much, but it’ll do just fine until you find somewhere else to raid. You stuff your findings into your satchel, running the back of your hand across your forehead to wipe away the sweat beading from your pores. The air is humid; a storm is coming as thick grey clouds sit stagnant in the sky outside.

“A-ha!” A triumphant Luis draws your attention back to him, and you scramble to your knees before standing up, patting the dust off your knees. When you look his way, he’s holding up a carton of cigarettes like they’re a goddamn medal of honour. They’re perfectly unopened– still in their cellophane wrapping, even. “It seems the universe is on my side,” he remarks, looking so proud of himself. It makes you laugh, shaking your head.

“How do you always manage to get exactly what you want?” Swinging your satchel over your shoulder, you watch him. He’s already torn the cellophane off and popped a cigarette between his lips.

“I guess I’m just lucky–” 

It all happens so fast. One second, Luis is proudly showing off his found treasure, about to relish in his first smoke since a few days ago, and the next, he’s grappling with an infected that came out of nowhere. Turns out the corpse hunched over in the far corner hadn’t been dead when you checked upon arrival.  

You scramble to your back pocket for your pistol– knife, anything. A blood-curdling scream bounces through the store, a chunk of flesh ripped from Luis’ shoulder, your eyes wide and pupils quivering as you watch, mindlessly taking shots at the monster, blood splattering out of bullet holes in rotting flesh until you focus enough to aim for the head. Bang. Thud.

The walking corpse crumples to the floor, and Luis staggers and falls on his backside, blood flowing consistently from the wound in his shoulder. Somehow, that cigarette is still perching perfectly between his lips. You’re too stunned to speak, to move. Instead, you stand frozen in place and watch your friend bleed out, cussing under his breath. He doesn’t seem scared, though, at least not to the naked eye. 

Luis clutches his bleeding shoulder, using his free hand to dig his lighter out of his pocket. You’re still standing across from him, the realisation of what just happened dawning on you, hitting you like a truck hurtling down the highway.

Luis lights his cigarette, taking a long drag while he rests his head against the side of the counter. His face gets lost momentarily in a plume of smoke as it exits his lungs. His eyes meet yours, his voice pulling you out of your stun.

“Well… shit,” he says, voice strained and face twitching with pain, “I guess I ran out of luck– too slow.” He grits his teeth before bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Tears start spilling from your eyes just as the rain begins to fall outside; the first sound coming out of your mouth is nothing but a sob while you stutter towards Luis and kneel at his side. Your trembling hand rests on his leg. 

“This– it’s my fault,” your voice gets stuck halfway up your throat, “I should’ve put a bullet in its head before. I should’ve–”

“Don’t.”

“But–”

“Don’t. This isn’t your fault, my friend. It wasn’t moving. You weren’t to know.” Luis looks at you, keeping the cigarette between his lips. He reaches up to ruffle your hair and sweep the tears away from your cheeks. “Sneaky little bastard, eh?”

You choke on a sob– and a bit of a laugh, and you hate it. You and Luis have been surviving together for months. The idea of having to carry on alone terrifies you. The fact that he won’t be around anymore utterly shatters you.

Noises arise from the surrounding area, bringing your and Luis’ attention to the door at the front, then the one at the back. Trash cans clatter, and feet start dragging. The screaming and gunfire likely drew attention. You need to get out of here.

“Come on, we’ve gotta go,” you sniff, moving to bring Luis to his feet again, but he pulls away and gives you that look. The look you’ve been given far too many times by too many people you’d grown fond of throughout this whole fucked up apocalypse. With Luis, though, it hurts a million times more.

His smile is genuine, yet so sad, as he says, “We both know I’m not going anywhere. I’m a dead man walking.” You shake your head, about to protest. You’re not having any of this– “Y/N, I mean it. You need to get out of here. Now.”

A door handle starts rattling in the back of the store, out of sight, but the clock is ticking. Moans of the infected start multiplying, filling the air that had been silent moments ago. Your eyes meet with Luis’ again. You’re pleading with him silently, but his fingers are curling around the grip of his handgun, easing it out of his belt, his cigarette having already burned down to the butt.

He has accepted his fate.

“Go. Run, and don’t look back.”

Thorns squeeze around your heart, piercing it, tearing it to shreds. Lips quivering, you lean in to press a single, lingering kiss on his forehead. For a second, you think you hear Luis’ breath shake as he leans into your lips.

You stagger to your feet, pistol in hand, and turn to the entrance. ‘Run, and don’t look back.’ Quaking legs carry you forward, gaining speed clumsily as you burst through the door, cold rain hitting your skin as a gunshot resonates from inside the store, and your blood runs cold.

Oh, how one moment of misjudgement can turn into such agony.

#resident evil #x reader #luis serra #luis serra navarro #luis sera x reader #luis x reader #re4 luis #luis re4 #re4 remake #luis resident evil #reader insert #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake

[alienaiver]

Heart-shaped Narutomaki

Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader

warnings: light mentions of detoriating mental health, poor self esteem but not a main theme wordcount: 2k content: fluff, valentines day special!, sfw, gender neutral reader, poc and body type friendly reader, established relationship, soft love, affirmations, surprises, giving men flowers is important to me, no use of y/n, timeskip, pro hero shinsou, canon compliant with few canon divergences (shinsous acquired a scar that isnt canon), time to treat the male on valentine i think!, reader is bff with midoriya, COMFORT, reader is described to wear jewelry but not which kind, not beta'd

notes: hewwo! :3 another shinsou fic straight from my shinsou-obsessed brain juices. in this universe it's a rather new relationship, albeit established! reader is best friend with midoriya and who helps with the elaborate shenanigan. happy valentines day yall ily!!!!1 im smooching you and giving you a bouquet of flowers i found in the wild<!!!!3333333

You turn the corner of the hallway with a bright smile, giddiness giving way to the spring in your step. The cellophane wrapper of the bouquet in your hands make a crinkling sound as you pass it around in your arms, being as gentle as you’re able. Midoriya spots you from the end of the hall and waves excitedly before signaling with a pointer the location of your boyfriend. He’s in his office to the left, writing up a report with a false deadline. He thinks he needs to turn it in before his patrol tonight, but it’s not due until tomorrow. There’s perks to being best friends with the number one hero, after all, and you’ve been given permission to utilize them to the fullest tonight.

Shinsou has an evening patrol that he absolutely cannot dodge and the apologies he spouted a month ago when he found out still makes you ache. The date itself isn’t important to you, you’ve always thought you could celebrate any other day of the month and it’d still be as romantic. But at the same time you and the people around him have noticed the burn-out he’s close to reaching, and decided he needs to be treated.

And then the planning came into play. It helps that Shinsou works at Midoriya’s agency, giving you full opportunity to utilize aforementioned perks.

Midoriya hurries to disappear as to not seem obviously complicit as you reach the entrance and hide the flowers behind your back, leaning against the door frame in what you hope is an attractive pose. Your outfit’s inspired by his hero costume, complimenting the black and grays with purple jewelry and accessories sprinkled in.

If Shinsou notice you, no movement betrays it, face glued to the screen in front of him as he scrolls rather aggressively with the mouse in his hand. You clear your throat and wiggle the flowers to get the crinkles to catch his attention. He looks up unhurried with confusion laced onto his face before he realizes who’s standing by his door. His expression immediately softens as a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Hey,” he says gently, leaning back in his chair and clears his throat, “what brings you here?”

If you wanted to keep it cool, you’re unable to with how bright you’re smiling, shoulders tensed from the excitement of the surprise. You giggle as you enter his office, revealing the bouquet of flowers from behind you, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

His eyes widen for a split second before he laughs, “aw, you came with these for me?” he hurries to get up and greet you, a hand to your hip and a chaste kiss to your lips, “lemme go see if there’s a vase in the kitchen.”

He accepts the bouquet from your hands with the utmost care, eyes twinkling in a way you hadn’t expected. He looks like a child on Christmas Eve who sees Santa Claus putting presents under the tree. The magic seems to be shining through his every being.

As he exits the office you take stock of the surroundings; it’s usually abundantly clear how he’s doing based on the tidiness of his work space, but there’s no glaring pointers when you look around. You circle the desk to see the picture he has of you framed; a candid shot taking at Eri’s 18th birthday party and next to it the picture of him and his dads from his U.A. graduation.

You smile as your fingers trace absentmindedly over the desk, hoisting up the bag on your shoulders. He comes back with a laugh, “there was a vase that fits the color scheme of his bouquet perfectly, isn’t that amazing, babe?”

You pretend to be surprised and not reveal to him the part about Midoriya planting it in the office kitchen specifically for Shinsou to find it after your arrival, “what? No way!” you smile, watching him put it gently at the desk, sighing out almost wistfully.

“It’s the first time I’ve gotten flowers.”

You circle the desk again to reach him and wrap your arms around his neck to give him a kiss on the cheek before he turns his face to get one on the lips. It feels meaningful and deep. After you pull away, you see that his eyes are still closed, chasing the feeling. You smile and whisper again, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

Shinsou leans his forehead against yours and smiles, huffs out a small laugh, “thank you.”

You let the moment linger, basking in this point in time of being with him, feeling his warmth on your waist where he’s holding you, listening to his breathing. When he pulls away slowly to, presumably and regrettably, kick you out you hurry to interrupt him with a playful pat to his shoulders, “I brought you a change of clothes. The reservation’s in 15 minutes so you better hurry.”

Shinsou’s brow raises at you and he shakes his head, “can’t, babe. I know my patrol’s not for another hour but I have a report to finish.”

You smile,”your patrol’s not for another two hours. Starting when you sit your ass down at the restaurant. That’s a bargain I made,” you wink and hand him the bag of clothes. Puzzled but complying, Shinsou takes the bag and looks into it. The dress shirt he once confessed he feels the most handsome in is there, folded and pressed, together with his favorite pair of ripped, black jeans. He looks up at you with wide eyes and the excitement you’re exuding is warming him from the deepest part. With a disbelieving laugh he pushes the bag back towards you, “still have that report, though.”

You sigh theatrically with your shoulders poised before you push the bag against him again, the game of reverse tug a little fun. Your hands travel over his arms back to his shoulders, “you know I love your work ethic,” you catch his eyes, “but trust me when I say I have this planned out, okay?”

You peck him on the lips and let your arms fall back to your sides, “this is the thing I’ve been planning for weeks,” you wink and Shinsou laughs. It’s more a huff of breath out of the nose, but the smile indicates that he’s finally processed what’s going on. You’ve planned a Valentine’s surprise for him.

The restaurant isn’t fancy or typical of Valentine’s. Your friends all recommended all kinds of cliche spots that would be sure to blow your boyfriend away, but you know him and his preferences. He likes when it’s personal and home-y. His obsession with having a home only started to make sense to you in the recent months of your relationship. You hadn’t known of his past or his life at the orphanages until very recently.

So you decided that this, the first place he took you on a date would be perfect. When he realizes where you’re headed, he keeps squeezing your hand in barely contained excitement and laughs bashfully whenever your eye catches his. It’s absolutely adorable and your own butterflies are soaring at the unmistakable happiness and love he emanates towards you.

When you arrive at the local ramen shop hand in hand, the local owner, an uncle type of man greets you excitedly, giving you a not-so-subtle wink as he maneuvers you to your regular seat at the back. When you’d come down a few days ago to reveal your plans to him, he’d gushed about how honored he was to host such a thing and even suggested to make you a special ramen, which only made you all the more sure that this had to be the special spot.

The owner waits on you as if you’re at a real restaurant, bringing you the chopsticks and the glasses from the counter where it’s normally a self-serve kind of function. Shinsou can barely look the man in the eye, embarrassed to be treated with such high regard at his local eatery.

You talk about his day, of the coming patrol tonight, the report he needs to finish and you tell him of the cats at home. How you made sure to feed them before leaving and how long you’ve been planning this date. He reaches for your hand as you start to tell him of the trip to the florist for purple flowers, of the chats with Midoriya on how to make this work. It’s all very relaxed and comfortable, smiles and glances exchanged between sentences.

When the food arrives, you both gasp. His more silent than yours but no less surprised. You know there’s a style to prepare ramen bowls, but he’s taken it to the next level. Not only has he taken his time to cut the narutomakis into small hearts, he’s also cut your nori seaweed into heart shapes too. It is so beautiful and endearing that you can’t help but bow your thanks excessively at him. He sheepishly scratches his neck as he announces how it wasn’t a big deal and that his two favorite customers only deserve the best on such a special night before he retreats to his kitchen.

After he’s gone, you fish out your phone from your bag to catch a picture. Shinsou starts pushing his bowl gently towards yours so that you can get a picture of them both but you push it back towards him to indicate you want a picture of him with the bowl. He looks at anything but you for a moment, a shy smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head, “I’d ruin the picture,” he admits sadly and you lower the phone to look at him properly. The scar that he’s attained on the left side of his face from a particularly nasty fight with a villain has yet to heal or completely disappear, and ever since then he’s been reluctant to be in pictures.

You try not to sound condescending as you coo at him, “you are the most handsome man I know. You would compliment this beautiful bowl and I promise you can check and approve the picture afterwards, okay?”

He sighs and lets his shoulders fall before he complies. You smile at him and raises the phone anew, angling the camera perfectly. The light falls on his right side, making the scar less visible in the low light of the room.

“Say cheese.”

The picture comes out absolutely wonderful and you’re unable to hold back a squeal of excitement as you grip the phone close to your chest, letting the love you have for the man in front of you rush through you. He patiently waits for you to show him the picture and when he does, your heart aches at the way he visibly relaxes, eyes softening at the way you caught him looking naturally relaxed and handsome despite how tense he felt. He nods approvingly before you both get ready to eat.

“I almost don’t wanna ruin it,” you whine and Shinsou laughs, “me too.”

Full of both the deepest broth, noodles and love, you walk back towards the agency hand in hand. The silence is comfortable between you, the hum of the town surrounding you.

Before you reach the agency, Shinsou stops in his tracks and retracts his arm, scratching his head. “I… I’m not sure how to properly thank you. I’ve never… uh, never had a proper Valentine’s date before.”

You smile mischievously as you lean in to catch his eyes, “I’m amazing, right? But really, there’s no need to thank me – seeing you enjoy the night is way more thanks.”

He rolls his eyes before he pulls you in close, “I mean it, thank you. You make me feel so many good things and I’m so terrible at voicing them. Thank you for planning this.”

You snuggle your cheek into his chest with a warm sigh, “you’re welcome. I love you.”

He kisses the crown of your head and squeezes your hip, “I love you, too. So much.”

#taking a break from con crunch to spit this out #but now i have to continue sewingbye <33333 #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #shinsou hitoshi fluff #bnha fluff #reader insert #mha x you #shinsou x you #nohr.writing #nohr.bnha

[always-andromeda]

Trick or Treat || Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Word Count || 2,336

Summary || When Edward tells you that he never went trick or treating as a child, you take the chance to help him heal his inner child.

Author’s Note || happy riddler: year one release day!! today we celebrate with our favorite little serial killer and terrorist!! this fic kicks off my next week of Halloween content and I hope y'all are excited!! I can't wait for you all to see what's to come!! Also, I apologize in advance for my obvious love for the Halloween franchise in this fic, I love all of the movies even though almost all of them are actually so terrible <3

Warnings || spoilers for Halloween (1978) and Halloween II (1981), some heated kissing, Edward and his Tragic Past™, sliiiiight mask kink if you squint, nothing else I can think of!!

"Remember, Eddie, it's Halloween. Everyone's entitled to one good scare." You tease with a light tickle to Edward's side. He squirms away from you in response. 

Edward proposes uncertainly, "Isn't Halloween supposed to be for kids?"

The grimace he throws at the packaged costume on the shelf before you makes you chuckle. "Do you not understand the reference?"

"The reference?" He spares one more look to the folded boiler suit and the mask. He doesn't see it through the plastic, but the paper label says there's a plastic knife inside to complete the ensemble. How people fantasize about being such a character, Edward doesn't know. 

You say, "The quote? Everyone's entitled to one good scare."

Edward turns back to you. "That's a reference?"

Your expression is aghast, eyes wide and mouth already open and ready to protest, "You're telling me you haven't seen one of the most classic slasher films of all time?"

Edward rolls his eyes and mutters, "There's plenty of things that I haven't seen."

You guess that he's probably telling you the truth based on the directness of his words. But you can never be quite sure. Edward isn't always the most forthcoming with his life experiences. You figured it out the hard way when you brought up your parents during a date. It was only natural. Everybody has parents, right?

Apparently not. Of course the tall and adorable nerd from accounting you had begun dating just happened to be an orphan. And of course he was so nervous to mention it that you’d gushed all about your parents and your childhood dozens of times before he said something. You’d asked him what type of toys his parents had gotten him when he was little and he hesitantly muttered that he hadn’t had any of either in the first place. The conversation promptly sunk like a rock to the bottom of your stomach. How you hadn’t noticed his blank stare every time you talked about your childhood, you didn’t know. 

His childhood often provided for some...interesting conversations. Especially over the holidays. The orphanage didn't have the money nor the desire to treat the children under their care to something other than the constant poverty and paucity that plagued their lives.

While you got to shop for a brand new Halloween costume every year, Edward had stayed in the repurposed Wayne manor, looking out over the city. With every year it passed, the building and the children were more and more neglected. Gotham was just as dangerous during Halloween; possibly even more so. But deep down inside he knew that the children outside had to be having fun in some way.

For some reason, life decided that children like Edward Nashton didn't need candies wrapped in colored cellophane and fun costumes. Halloween was something that he hadn't ever been able to properly revel in. Tricks weren't nearly as fun when there was never a promise of a treat. Life had already played a horror movie for Edward to live. To find joy in the holiday seemed to be a privilege to one and he tries not to hold it against you.

You whine, "Oh, c'mon, you can't just play along? At least for my sake?" Edward offers little more response aside from another eye roll at your theatrics. He doesn't expect any less coming from you.

Pretending to be someone else didn't seem all that appealing. Maybe pretending to not be Edward Nashton would help him feel a little more comforted, at least until the autumn chill crept in through the poorly insulated walls and made him wish that it was summer. It made him wish that the rot inside would take over and consume him entirely. It made him more conscious of the simple fact that no matter how hard he tried, he would always be Edward Nashton, the wishy washy forensic accountant who was practically invisible.

Well, invisible to everyone except you, for some reason. Why you insist upon sharing these traditions of yours with him, he'll never know.  The rudimentary animatronics that jump out at him every time he steps on a button make him want to snort more than anything else. He would admit though that he quite liked some of the masks. Though he had no clue what movies they referenced, he gathered that they were villains. Only villains covered their faces like that and wore oversized cloaks or boiler suits. Only the villains kept in the dark; kept themselves masked and too afraid to confess to the world their sins.

As he stares into the dark voids of the eyeholes in the plastic mask in the package, he nudges you with his shoulder. "I'll play along," he starts quietly, "Tell me about this movie of yours."

Your eyes light up immediately. "Really? You don't care about spoilers?"

"I don't think so." he chuckles, "Besides, if I'm going to be wearing this thing for Halloween...I think I'll have to know what the guy does. "

As you continue to wander up and down the aisles of the Halloween store, Edward listens intently as you describe the tale of Michael Myers. A child who who murders his sister then spends fifteen years in a sanitarium, only to break out and finish the job with his secret sister and all of her teenage friends. Edward is sure that he's seen the events play out the same way in about a dozen different slasher movies before. He holds back the urge to scoff at all the cheesy tropes; a couple that has sex and is subsequently brutally murdered, a jammed doorknob, cut phone lines, and a helpless babysitter. However, there is one bit that Edward gets.

"So...this Michael Myers...why does he kill everyone?"

"He's out to get his family and Laurie is his sister. He's there to clean house."

"No, no, no, I get that. But why everyone else? Why her friends and everyone else at the hospital? Why does he even have to murder his family? What's his motive?"

That question is more important to him than anything. What's the point in anything if there isn't a why? There must be a reason for violence. A focus. Some sort of angle to make the ends justify the means.

You stop dead on your feet in the aisle and slowly turn on your heel, tilting your head when you finally face him. The move confuses him until you raise your hands conspiratorially. 

"That's the thing, Eddie. He almost doesn't even have a motive. He doesn't understand right from wrong or good from bad. All he knows is evil. That's it. And that motivation is what keeps him going every single time he's put out of commission."

Edward raises an eyebrow and asks monotonously, "Evil keeps him from dying?"

"Exactly! Because at the end of the day...Michael always finds a way to come home."

Though he's sure an antagonist from a 70s horror film wasn't meant to be analyzed outside the simple parameters of shock value and blood just for the sake of blood, something about that idea intrigues Eddie. He is dormant. Lying in wait. Counting down the days until the next opportunity; the next Halloween. Now that thought--more than heavy breathing on the other end of a phone--sends a shiver down his spine.

But this Halloween...this one isn't home for thoughts of vengeance and appeasing the intrusive voices that tell him he should hate the world. This Halloween is just for you and him. And the home he will now always yearn to come back to is this; you and him on the couch of his apartment, candy wrappers scattered about.

Even during the best of times, Edward isn't a fan of sweets. As he'd gotten older, the craving for them had simply faded. But this is one of those nights where he's willing to indulge. The blended aftertaste of caramel, nougat, peanuts, and chocolate makes his throat ache with richness. He pats his protruding belly, feeling like a child who's been allowed to have their bucket of candy for dinner.

If this is what Halloween had been for you during your childhood, he understands why you enjoy it. There's a sort of control and escapism in constructing your own fear and soothing it with a nostalgic film and sugary treats by the warmth of a lit fireplace. He can almost forget the real pain that lingers just below the surface of his skin. At the very least, he can quiet it down just enough to where he can let himself feel normal. He's a normal man with a normal childhood and this is a normal Halloween. And there's you, his actually normal partner rested on his chest and spreading the lazy haze that overtakes his senses.

The polyester boiler suit feels smooth against his skin, nothing like what he guesses the real thing is like as he watches Michael Myers on the television screen in front of the couch. Right at that moment, Michael kills the truck driver whom he eventually takes the jumpsuit from. For some reason, he has to admire the resourcefulness.

You look up at his face, transfixed on the screen, and giggle. "Are you getting scared yet, Eddie?"

His attention broken from the movie, Edward spares a small glance at you before grabbing the iconic mask he had tucked between his thigh and the couch and taking off his glasses. With a little bit of an awkward struggle to stretch the rubber over his round face--which only makes you laugh more--Edward finally gets the iconic mask of Michael himself on. He looks to you once more. The stoically molded expression of the mask stares back almost blankly.

Voice deep and unsettlingly even, Edward asks you this time, "Are you getting scared yet?" To add to the drama of the whole act, he begins to breathe heavily. So heavy that you're sure the inside of that mask is quickly heating up. Probably making his skin flush and form a thin layer of sweat. And what begins as stone cold fear in your core slowly warms as you remember that your chubby cheeked and kind eyed Edward is underneath there. And no mask can completely kill the comfort you feel with him.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm actually into that." you cup the cheeks of the mask and press a small kiss to the lips. Behind the rubber, you can practically feel him scowl. 

Edward says incredulously, "You're into this?" Based on his inflection alone, you know he's skeptical and a slight bit horrified. It's a skepticism that you plan to completely smother.

You give a little pout, peer through the dark eyeholes, and answer, "Well, actually there's one thing I'm not into about this." You reach for the edge of the mask at his neck and pull it back over his head. Lacing your fingers through his real hair, now slightly damp and disheveled, his face looks just as red as you imagined. His brows turned, he waits for some sort of explanation as you admire his soft features. Maybe his normal partner isn't quite as normal as he expected of them.

Brushing a bit of his hair off of his forehead, you assert, "If you're going to get into wearing these, you should really get one where I can see your eyes better. I like seeing them."

Eddie rarely believes in the world telling him the truth in such stark terms. Even the grandest gestures could always be a lie. But your fingertips stroking his bare cheek and your body pressed against his in a way that tells him that you need him...that can't be faked. You'd have to be completely insane to look at him with such reverence and mean none of it. And he decides that with the safety you surround him with as proof, you're being honest. You'd never trick him. Despite the half full bag of store-bought candies that now lays discarded on the floor and his full stomach, he concludes that you're his favorite treat during this conflicting season. You're saccharine and filling but you never make him feel sick and full of regret.

This time, he kisses you. Hungry and feral, he displays a confidence you don't see in him often when his hands run up the back of your thighs and pull him up onto his lap.

You feel his teeth graze your lips and your skin flutters. "B-but what about...the movie...don't you want to...finish it?" you manage to utter between every fervid kiss that Edward lays on you.

He pulls back just long enough to give you a fond look, similar to how you'd been observing him. There's something a little deeper to it though, something possessive in how his grip on you tightens. It makes your breath catch in a tight pocket of your throat.

He finally replies, "You already told me all about how it ends. The killer gets away. I don't think I need to hear it twice." Before you can let yourself get embarrassed for spoiling the entire movie for him earlier on in the day, Edward goes in for the kill, inflicting a ravenous kiss on your neck that succeeds in making you breath once more; puncturing the pocket your air supply had been trapped in and driving you just as wild as he needs you to be for him now. He engulfs you in his arms and makes you simply bleed with a want for more of him.

It doesn't unsettle Edward; being dressed like a serial killer, that is. There were worse creatures that he'd seen in Gotham. For now, though, he can pretend that tonight is forever. You are his haunted house; the keeper of his hopes and dreams and desires and all his brokenness. You are the window that he looks through and sees himself in. Only in this reflection, he's home and he doesn't need bloodshed to get there.

#danonation #paul dano #danocel #the batman #the batman 2022 #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x y/n #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler x you #dano!riddler x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[mdnghtfae]

halloween special

characters: jade leech x gn! reader wc: 2.1k warnings: none? i dont think so anyway a/n: i meant to post this on halloween but it wasn’t finished so you get this for jade’s bday 🥰 this might be ooc idk…i also used a halloween prompt for this so i’ll link it

Halloween night at Ramshackle dorm is quiet, well…it was quiet. It had been quiet for a total of 3 minutes and 27 seconds before Grim burst through the door and into the living room. He skids to a stop in front of where you’re seated on the couch. He jumps up and yells, bragging about the desserts he managed to sneak out from the Halloween festival that the school was hosting.

“Why’d ya leave the party so early anyway? You left before the the party got good!” Grim hops up onto the couch, making you clutch your legs closer beneath the blanket you’re curled under. Your arm rests on the armrest of the couch, cheek in your palm as you watch Grim scarf down the contraband.

“I was tired, Grim. While you may have been a fan of the clout you received from all the magicam freaks, I am definitely drained.”

He yawns and sinks into the couch, continuing to stuff his face with the sweets. “Either way, you missed a good party and even better food.” He pauses as he notices you’re in your pjs. “Hey, where’s your costume?”

“Oh, I took it off as soon as I got back to the dorm. Grim, like I said…I’m tired. Now please, leave me alone will you?”

Grim scowls but hops off the couch. “Yeesh, it’s Halloween…lighten up!” He takes a swipe at your blanket as you throw a pillow at him and pull the blanket toward you. Grim races to his room, clearly in a rush to eat the delicacies by himself. God, he’s so stingy.

“So annoying,” you whisper to yourself as you try to find the comfortable position you were in before Grim so rudely interrupted your peace and quiet. And as you scrolled through the scary movies playing on the TV to see which one appealed to you, a knock rang on your door.

“Grim! Are you expecting anyone?!” Of course, no response. You sigh, kicking the blanket off and walking toward the door. Three knocks are heard once more after a brief pause. The knock almost sounds polite, yet demanding that the door be opened. You look through the peephole and see Jade Leech standing while holding a cellophane bag between his clasped hands. True to the knocking, he looks like a gentleman.

You open the door and give a small smile. “Hey, Jade. Were we expecting you?”

Jade steps forward and pauses, a silent plea for you to allow him in. He looks at you as he waits for you to decide. Almost instantly you step back, letting him walk into the foyer of the dorm. He smiles graciously, courteous smile never leaving his face as you lead him toward the living room.

“No, you were not expecting me. I came on my own will.” He tails behind you as you maneuver your way to the couch. His proximity made you a little nervous, not because you were afraid of him, but because you and Jade had a bit of a…situation. You weren’t exactly sure if you were reading too much into the comments he made when he was with you, but you felt like he was trying to tell you something!

“I didn’t mean to come off as rude, by the way, I just wasn’t expecting to see you at this hour.” You motion for him to sit beside you on the couch, moving the blanket aside so he’s not uncomfortable.

He chuckles, and that little polite laugh of his makes the butterflies in your stomach swirl like crazy. “No need to worry, I didn’t take it that way. I’m here because I have something for you.” He shifts in his spot so he faces you completely and extends the hand that was holding the bag toward you. “I noticed you left the event early and that you probably didn’t get the chance to taste the dessert, so I thought I’d bring some for you.”

You look down at his extended hand and grab the bag, your fingers brushing against his. You both smile, eyes lifting to gaze at each other momentarily before looking away. “You know sneaking out the food wasn’t allowed right?” You peek into the goodie bag and honestly, you’re glad he snuck some of the food out for you. It smells delicious.

He smiles, one that shows all of his teeth in their pointy glory. “I’m aware, but I could not let you go without tasting these.” Jade begins to stand, clearly feeling like he’s overstaying the visit. You reach out a hand to stop him while glancing over at a clock on the wall.

“Hey, Jade?”

He stands before you and waits for you to continue. “Yes?”

“It’s not that late…do you wanna stay and watch a movie or something??”

He gives a sly smile and quirks an eyebrow. “Or something?” Your cheeks burn as you look down, the ground suddenly very intriguing.

“I mean- well I was looking for a movie before you got here. And you brought me so many snacks that I think it’d be best if we share while watching something.”

He moves the blanket so that he can sit beside you. “I agree with that sentiment, prefect.” He takes his seat beside you, seemingly unfazed.

While you try to look for a movie, Jade’s presence is very much in your face. Well, it feels that way. He’s calmly sitting beside you, holding the sweets that you handed back to him so you could find a movie. Jade points at one of the titles of a horror movie that had come out earlier this year. “What about that one? I have heard it is good.”

“Oh really?” You turned to look at him, his physical proximity making you nervous. He’s so close to you, my god he’s pretty. His arm is brushing against yours and you swear he can feel you shaking. Jade nods in response to your question, so you click on the movie, not actually caring whether the movie is good or not.

“Care for a dessert?” Jade holds his hand out, goodie bag in his palm.

“The movie hasn’t started yet, let’s give it a few minutes.” You leave the living room to grab beverages and return in record time. After setting the drinks on the end table, you sit beside Jade. While you’re trying to give him his personal space, he doesn’t mind leaning in close. If anything, he keeps scooting closer while you try to keep a sliver of space between the two of you.

You can feel the warmth radiating off his skin, how his arm brushes against yours, how his hand slowly inches your way. The movie keeps rolling in the background, and Grim’s annoying snores can be heard down the hall-he’s definitely under a food coma. Jade looks in the direction of the hall, slyly smirking at Grim’s snores. “That will be a joy to sleep with.”

You groan, rolling your eyes as you sink into the couch and further under the blanket you crawled under at the start of the movie. “Don’t remind me.”

Jade peers down at you, playful remark on the tip of his tongue. “Okay, I will not.” Once again, he holds out the bagged sweets, seemingly wanting to change topics.

“Why are you so persistent?”

He raises an eyebrow. “About?”

You motion toward the bag with your eyes, looking at the bag for a brief second before meeting his gaze again. “About that.”

He clears his throat and sits up. “Ah, about this.” Jade holds the bag open as you reach in to grab one of the desserts, both of you staring intently at each other until you lean back once you’ve grabbed the delicacy.

He takes in a breath, holding it as he watches you take a bite. “I made them.”

Your eyes widen for a split second, until you recall that he’s a skilled chef, despite him denying his talent. “Why am I not surprised-but wait…”

Jade waits for you to continue, eyeing you intently. “I thought the school was preparing the food for the Halloween festival, not the students?”

He sinks into the couch, leaning in closer. “You are correct.” You wait for him to continue since it sounds like he’s only halfway through an explanation, but the latter half is never said.

“You made these for me specifically, didn’t you? You definitely didn’t snag these from the party like you said earlier.”

He turns his body so he’s facing you more directly. He’s about to open his mouth when another knock is heard at the door, this one sounding a little harsher, desperate. Your eyes dart from the TV to the door, the knocking only increasing in volume.

Jade looks at you expectantly. “Are you not going to open the door?” He tilts his head, making him look innocent. Not that he looks guilty, but Jade’s polite attitude seems a little excessive sometimes.

You shake your head, feeling the slightest bit uneasy as the knocks on the door seem to be timed perfectly to the current scene on the TV. “Nah, whoever is at the door can come back tomorrow.”

The music is picking up, clearly indicating there’s about to be a jump scare in the movie. It’s just your luck that you suddenly feel like you’re in a real life scary movie. Another knock is heard, this time on the window.

“I believe you should check who’s at the door, prefect.” Jade pauses the movie, fully expecting you to stand up from the couch.

You lean away so that you can get a good look at his face. “Are you crazy?! I’m not answering that door! That’s exactly what happens at the start of all of those movies, right before the killer gets in and-”

You’re stopped mid sentence when Floyd bursts into a fit of laughter. When Floyd managed to sneak into your dorm, you’ve no idea, but he definitely was not accompanying Jade when you let him inside.

Floyd stands up from behind the couch you and Jade are seated in, clutching his sides as he laughs. “You scare so easily, Shrimpy!”

You stand up and glare at the tweels, Floyd laughing unashamedly while Jade hides his small smile behind his hand. “You were in on this, weren’t you?”

Jade stands up, hand splayed on his chest. “Are you accusing me, prefect? Are you accusing me after all I did was bring you homemade sweets?”

Floyd frowns. “You’ve hurt my poor brother’s feelings Shrimpy, this is bad.”

You roll your eyes, not in the mood to deal with the twins’ antics. “And I thought I was the dramatic one.”

Jade drops his hand to his side, stepping closer to you. “May I apologize?”

It’s your turn to raise an eyebrow questioningly. “You’re not one to apologize, Jade Leech. Now can the both of you leave?” You point toward your door.

Jade is somewhat annoyed because while he did enjoy the prank Floyd pulled, he’s not happy that it ruined the intimate moment you and he were sharing. He’d have to speak to Floyd once they’d returned to their own dorm, but for now he’ll pretend like he was in on the prank the whole time. Jade was not one to be made a fool of nor was he a fan of being interrupted. At least he knows how to get back on your good side.

Like the gentleman he is, he stayed behind to help you clean after having sent Floyd to the dorm. You’re standing in the foyer while Jade stands outside your door. “Thank you for inviting me into your home.”

You snort. “And thank you for ruining the mood with your silly little prank. How did Floyd even get in?”

He shrugs, hands clasped together in the usual Jade Leech fashion. “As I asked before, may I apologize?”

“You’re asking me if you can apologize? Why would you need my permission?”

Stepping into the foyer upon your short interrogation, he bursts your bubble as he, once again, invades your personal space. He tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek with his knuckles as he smiles.

“I will only ask once more. May I apologize?”

He’s knocked the breath out of you, and all you can do is nod. His smile widens for a brief second, his sharp teeth on display for a moment before he presses a tantalizing kiss to the corner of your lips. Damned the way he toys with you.

He steps outside so quick you’re not sure if he actually kissed you or if you imagined it. In the blink of an eye, his hands are clasped once again and is standing up straight as he smiles his usual, polite smile.

“Happy Halloween, prefect. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night.”

And with that, he walks away, leaving you questioning what happened between the two of you on Halloween night in the Ramshackle dorm.

#idk how i feel about this but 🤪 whatever yk #happy birthday jade leech ur so cute #jade leech my bbygirl #jade leech #jade leech fluff #jade leech x yn #jade leech x reader #jade leech x mc #twst jade #floyd leech #twst floyd #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #twst #twst fluff

[gglitch1dd]

Bored of you

Denki x GN! Reader

Hey there everyone, this is a fic based off of THIS request. It was really nice to write and comforted me too in a sense. Anon, who ever you are, I hope you enjoy it and that it comforts you in this time that you need it <3

Context: You've never been fully commited to something and now that you realize that you have something you want to keep forever, you start withdrawing. But your lovely ProHero Boyfriend Denki won't let you.

Note: This fic contains some self-doubt and talks of getting bored of a relationship. Reader is gender neutral (As far as I have seen of what I have written)

Comfort

Your whole life you never really were fixated on a single thing. Constantly having a new thing to love every few months. It effected everything in your life, from your favourite foods, to sports even to places. You could never love something for long.

You parents used to get more than just angry when you were younger. You would beg them for whatever you needed, for a sport, extra mural, hobby, interest. Whatever it was. And at first they always delivered. For months you would work so hard at it or advocate for it. Whether it was swimming, knitting, watching Minecraft Youtubers. Whatever you were hyper fixated on you would surround your life with it.

Till… well… it didn’t shine as bright to you anymore. It seemed almost like a chore to continue with it. Watching it just didn’t seem as appealing. You would gag at the thought of eating it again. Suddenly you would practise tomorrow. For the past two weeks.

You never knew why you couldn’t stick to it. Why you couldn’t just keep to it. It often negatively affected your relationship with multiple people. You were often so afraid of getting bored of your friends and partners that it often ended with you two or three buckets into ice-cream, take out and binge watching. Not a good combination but highly effective in forgetting for a while.

But that was all before you met him. A Prohero who shocked your world.

Literally.

He electrocuted you.

You were walking down the sidewalk listening to music on your earphones. You were minding your own business and enjoying your time listening to your favourite artist (of the month most probably). You noticed people around you started running but you didn’t know why. At first you thought it was a marathon so you just shrugged it off. Till you quiet literally were in the blast zone of a particular hero.

Chargebolt had aimed at the villain, successfully (surprisingly), but sadly you were right behind said villain. Just when you walked past, the electrocuted villain rammed into you, shocking you and knocking you unconscious.

The rest of the heroes took care of the rest of the other villains and criminals while Chargebolt frantically made he’s way over to you. “OH SHIT! I hit a civilian!” He shouted.

“You had one job, Chargebolt.” ProHero Cellophane said back into his earpiece as he swung overhead like spider man.

Dynamight scoffed. “Fucking dunce.”

Chargebolt quickly moved the villain off of you and checked on you. Of course he was first shocked that you were such a cutie but then focused on actually helping you. “Hey are you okay.” He shook you awake.

You opened your eyes disorientated. You giggled. “WeeeeeeeEEEE!” You cheered before passing out. Lets just say, Chargebolt was afraid he had just zapped all your braincells out of you.

After the fight, he made sure you were okay, taking you to the hospital himself. He had wanted to make sure you were alright, since he was the reason you were zapped out of your mind. After introductions and finding out you would be fine, the two of you hit it off immediately.

Denki Kaminari was cute, an attractive young prohero who as much as he was all flirtatious and charming was caring and really sweet. He was very genuine and a loving person. He loved spending his time with you. Loved being around you and just being with you. He was so absorbed with you that he just couldn’t think of anything else.

“But guys, they are sooo amazing!” He gushed about you at his lunch break with the squad on their patrol around their area of the city. He was drinking his electrolyte filled drink with a smile on his face.

Kirishima had a smile on his face at the look of his friend being in love. “Aww why don’t you ask them out Denks?” He asked.

Bakugou dragged his gloved hands down his face. “Please for the love of my sanity do. If I have to hear about this person one more time, I’ll throw up.”

So he had asked you out in the most corniest yet sweetest way ever. And since then the two of you had been practically inseparable. It had been a good half a year together and things were going great. Smoothly and happy.

Until the doubts started filling your head. You didn’t want them too but you were so scared. What if you got bored of him like you did of everything else? He was the greatest thing in your life. He filled your life with so much happiness. So much life and yet you felt in your heart that you weren’t worthy of him. That you would hurt him and it would be back to square one for you.

It had consumed you, your doubts. You weren’t smiling as much and you visibly looked like something was weighing you down. Life became filled with anxiety of when it would hit you. When those feelings for him would start to fade and as a result you started shutting him out.

Denki was more than confused about this. He was sure he was in love with you and had no plans of letting you go. He wasn’t entirely sure if you felt the same but he knew he wouldn’t let you go without a fight. So when you started pulling away he knew something was wrong. You always used to be so transparent with each other. The two of you were like two Duracell Batteries working with each other, feeding and giving off each other. Yet now it seemed as if you were running flat and he didn’t know why.

So Denki decided to talk to you, mostly because you weren’t answering your texts or calls today and it was freaking him the hell out.

He stood at your door anxiously. He knocked on the door. “Hey Charge! Are you there?” He asked from where he stood outside your door. He waited a few moments but you didn’t answer. “Charge?” He asked worried. He wondered if you were home. It was the weekend and you weren’t supposed to be anywhere else. “Hey, Y/N. Open up. It’s me! Your beautiful and super useful boyfriend who misses you.” He stated. Still you didn’t answer. Denki opened your door and to his surprise found it unlocked. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. More anxiety filled him as he entered your home. “Charge.” He called into your home. He closed the door behind him and went through your home looking for you. He stopped once he found you in a blanket cuddled on your bed in a little lump. Soft cries coming from it. “Charge?” He asked. You stopped crying once you heard his voice. “A-are you okay?” He asked worried. He knew you weren’t. It was as plain as day.

You let out a few sniffles. “Please leave, Denki.” You whispered.

At first he was going to obey your wishes. If you wanted to be left alone, you wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t change that. But then he stopped himself. He slapped his forehead with his palm. He was your boyfriend. He should be a bit more persistent especially if it involves you crying. “Babe.” He turns around serious. He stalks over to your bed. “You are not okay and therefore I am not going.”

“You can’t put two conjunctions next to each other.” You grumbled under the covers.

He rolled his eyes. “Alright but my point is I am not going anywhere.” You didn’t answer him. He sighed and sat down next to you on the mattress. He covered his eyes with his hands. “Charge, you had me so worried. I don’t know what’s wrong and you just shut me out. Is… is it me? Do you… do you not want to go out anymore?” He asked his voice growing quieter at the end. “If you don’t want to, I completely respect your decision, but I-”

“I still want to go out with you Denks.” You answer him.

His electric yellow eyebrows furrowed as he threw his arms up. “Then why are you avoiding me!”

“Cause I don’t want to lose you!” You shout as you pulled the blankets off you. You looked at him with tear marks on your cheeks. Your eyes were red and your face puffy. You sniffed.

Denki dropped his shoulders at the look of you. “Charge…”

You looked away from his beautiful golden sun eyes. “All my life I could never stay committed to one thing. I could never truly love it forever in the same capacity as I would start. You are one of the best things in my life.” You clutched your shirt by your chest as your eyebrows furrowed. “I would be damned then hurt you and lose that beautiful feeling I feel whenever I’m with you.” You revealed.

“Oi, darling. Please look at me.” He placed a hand on your shoulder. It wasn’t harsh or stern. He was genuinely asking you to. You turned your heard around to look at him. He smiled, “Hey there, Charge.” He moved his hands to cup your face in his. His thumb rubbed away the tear by your eyes. “You’ll never lose me, Charge. I… I love you. I really do.” His face was pink but he tried to keep his expression serious. Your eyes widened in shock because the last thing you expected was that. “I do know that whatever happens, whatever feelings there are, we will face through it together. Plus,” He pointed to himself. “I am so loveable even if you did lose feelings for me, you would fall for me just the same again.”

You giggled softly. “You weirdo.” You teased with a light push of his arm. “I love you too.” You smiled.

He opened his arms wide for you. He gave you a ‘come here’ motion with both his hands. “Come on.” He closed his eyes waiting for you to fling yourself in his arms. “You’re hero is waiting.” You laughed but throw your arms around him. He laughed loudly as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you. He pulled you back down on your bed, keeping you cuddled in his arms. “This calls for a cuddle sesh.” He said proudly. He nodded your head, keeping it buried in his chest. The smell of citrus and sweets made you smile. “By the way, you really need to learn to lock your door. I could have been like an evil villain and totally would have kidnapped you.”

“Why the hell would you kidnap me though?” You asked. “I do all my taxes.”

“An evil villain sweetheart, not the government.” He teased you, tapping your nose. “Plus, have you seen how hot you are. I would take you all for myself and tickle you to death.” Then you saw the flash of electricity behind his eyes. His smile turned mischievous and suddenly, anxiety filled your body.

“Babe, no.”

…

“Babe.”

…

“Denki Kaminari, I will-”

“TICKLE PARTY!” He suddenly flipped the both of you and started to tickle your sides. You laughed as your body tensed at the action. Denki laughed and smiled at your reactions. Your home was filled with laughs and giggles.

-Glitch1d

#denki fluff #bnha #mha #mha x y/n #denki x reader #kaminari #mha denki #denki x gender neutral reader #denki comfort #chargebolt #denki kaminari #denki imagine

[kattsukki]

may i request a music soulmate au with tsukki and a gender neutral reader?

Music to my Ears

Tsukishima Kei x gn!Reader

Warnings: Just one swear but that's it.

Sypnosis: Whatever song you listen to, your soulmate hears but slightly muffled. But the louder amd more clear the song gets, the closer you are.

Kat: Thank you for requesting, hope you liked it! Mwah ♡ Ps. Hope the song choice was alright

Song: UWU by chevy

Every single day, cheesy love songs echo in his mind. The sickly sweet tunes play all day and all night long. Drowning it out with his own playlist didn't help either. It was frustrating.

Every song was upbeat, the somewhat lovey-dovey mushy kind, didn't really match his personality and taste nor was it his cup of tea either.

He kept asking himself if there was some meaning behind these songs or if he was just overthinking, because it always seemed like you were listening to the same kinds of music all the time.

Were you in love with someone else? Were you trying to send him a sign? Do you actually just like these bubbly songs? He couldn't help but rack his brain with these constant questions.

He walks around before practice to maybe clear his head, then it starts.

I'm startin' to feel some sort of way, You give me goosebumps every day

'Again? He thinks, 'I get you're my soulmate, but can't you just shut up for o-' He pauses. And stops walking.

The song...

And when you look at me and smile I wanna say "I think you're okay"

It's getting louder. The once, almost muffled songs he hears become clear.

'Could they actually be near?' He thinks, suddenly his legs seem as if they won't listen to him "Fuck practice. I need to find them..." he starts bolting. Running, desperate to find you.

He follows the sound of the song you're currently listening to.

Your stupid face makes me insane. My heart feels like it's trapped up in cellophane.

And everytime I try to unwrap the pain. I feel so ashamed.

Running, running. Constantly checking if he went through the right path or street.

He doesn't stop. And he won't. Not until he sees your face.

Oh but you don't know how I feel, mm~ Its like everyday I'm runnin' uphill.

He finally stops. Legs tired, He sees a figure just walking on the opposite street. Looking around, just like him.

Oh, why can't I just spit it out and tell you right now. That you're the one I want out loud?...

He catches your eye.

As soon as you see him, you freeze. Not knowing what to do. Your soulmate is infront of you and you're speechless.

I guess I'll stop here and not hint at all...

You give a small wave, too anxious to say a word. And he does the same, but the look of absolute dumbfoundment evident on his face. He's just as suprised as you.

You break the silence. "Can you hear it? Are you really my?-" your sentence drags. He nods and a small gasp escapes you.

That you're one I've fallen for.

You run to him, and he catches you in an embrace, wrapping both arms around you.

"Guess I found you huh?" He smirks. But not all snarky-like as his other ones, his expression completely softened.

But if you ever think of me as anything more,

"Yeah, I guess you did" you giggle, till you felt a pair of lips touch yours. He smiles into the kiss.

I'll be here at your call.

He knows he'll absolutely cherish this very moment for years to come.

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[taiyakiiwrites]

— angsttober day #7: bloody

pairing(s): tenya iida x gn!reader

wc: 0.8k+ words

summary: an alternate timeline where stain attacks without manual around, everyone is 3rd years (letting them patrol alone), the reader is with iida, and things turn out for the worst

content: reader death, gore warning, blood warning, mentions of helplessness, iida is even more emotional than in the canon timeline 😀

notes: i hope i gave iida’s character justice 🤞🤞 some characters i really have to sit dow and think how they’d react in situations, verbally and physically—this was one of those times ;-; also secret-not-so-secret note at the end ;)

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bloodshed, among other things, was bound to be something the students of UA had to get acquainted with—it’s something all heroes had to get acquainted with. society demanded them to be. it wasn’t the best thing to learn how to accept, but when push comes to shove, there’s only so much they can do.

they’re only so much iida can do.

“i’m so tired, iida kun,” you whined, dragging your feet along the sidewalk and barely keeping up with your patrolling partner. as you shrugged down the street, he still held his head up high, even after the hours you two had spent without breaks.

he chuckled. “well, we still have another hour until we go back to the dorms. we must push forward and continue looking out for the citizens of this city!” his hand gestures were as exaggerated as always, hand chops in every direction. this brought a smile to your weary face.

“you’re too heroic sometimes,” you mentioned. he quirked an eyebrow.

“there’s such a thing as ‘being too heroic’?” he asked.

shrugging your shoulders, you let out a small laugh. “i mean, yeah! like…” you searched for an example. “you push yourself too far for people who don’t deserve it, or you wear yourself out to exhaustion.”

if you did have anything to continue with, you would’ve kept talking. however, iida’s gaze made you think twice. he was listening so intently into what you were saying that you got shook up. you shuddered.

he’s had his moments, whether in class or out,where his desire to learn and improve shone much brighter than usual. it was almost scary at times. it was admirable too. “sorry,” you chuckled. “just don’t burn yourself out.”

he hummed, then nodded his head. “why, of course! i can’t work myself to the brink. otherwise, who will take care of the class?”

you groaned lightheartedly. “another example: you’re too selfless.”

iida retorted: “why is that so bad?”

you found yourself pressing your tongue into the inside of your cheek. were you contradicting yourself in any way? “listen: i just care about you and i don’t want you going too far. you may not be aware of it, but you rarely do put yourself first.”

blood rushed to your cheeks, and if you weren’t too cuaght up in trying to hide that, you would’ve seen that iida was dealing with the same predicament. he cleared his throat after an odd beat of silence and processing what you just annouced.

“well…” he turned to you. you looked back at him curiously, and he smiled. “i’ll do my best. i can’t go disappointing you, now can i?”

you were caught off guard, your eyebrows raising slightly and your mouth agape. you tried to utter a response, but simply laughed nervously instead. “…i—”

static hit your ears like a wave crashing down. “jesus!” you shouted, picking up your walkie talkie. you held down the button and spoke. “what’s going on? over.”

a familiar voice was on the other side. “dude! cellophane here! we’re getting some signals of a suspicious character near your area!” sero warned. “be careful of alleyways and largely crowded areas!”

you nodded, taking a breath. “got it, cellophane. keep your walkie talkie on you—we may need back up if something happens.” you really didn’t expect anything to happen today, but you couldn’t ignore the sightings reported. you looked to iida, and seeing your off put expression, he put a hand on your shoulder.

“hey, it’s going to be okay. we’re prepared if anything does happen,” he reminded, concern in his eyes. reluctantly, you nodded again.

“alright… alright!” you patted the hand on your shoulder. “you’re right. we’re going to be fine—”

iida’s eyes darted over to something behind you, his reassuring smile dropping. you whipped around. whatever he saw behind you, it wasn’t anything good. exchanging one quick look, you two crossed the street carefully, looking around.

you did your best to keep your breathing under control, making sure you were ready to use your Quirk. iida walked in front of you—you let him. neither of you dared to say anything, and you kept your walkie talkie in hand.

the sunlight shining down on the city didn’t reach the alleyway you two walked into; you were now surrounded by darkness and an awful scent of trash. there was one more thing, but it took you a minute to identify. after all, it was an odd scent of… iron—

a shadow suddenly dropped down from above you a good meter away. it crouched down on the cold concrete, what looked like a scarf blowing… in the wind…

iida spoke up before you could. “stain.”

he was enveloped in rage. he couldn’t recall what happened in that alleyway even now. his mind was blank during the whole encounter.

the only thing he could remember was horribly vivid: your scraped up and bruised body.

laying lifelessly on the ground.

drenched in a puddle of your own blood.

—

a/n: PART TWO TOMORROW: “recovery status — failed”

(because i can)

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #bnha angst #mha angst #iida x reader #tenya iida x reader #iida tenya x reader

[etherrreal]

“sweet on you”

Pairing: osamu x gn!reader Genre: fluff WC: 1,168 Summary: you’re on a mission to confess to osamu and you’re hoping that he’ll get the hint with some tasty homemade desserts Warning: there are like 2 puns that are the worst, im so sorry. A/N: sooo, this came out longer than intended lol hope you don’t mind that I can’t write a drabble! but this idea just inspired me to much that I couldn’t help myself! -Luna

Mission "Confess-to-Osamu" began the day after the Inarizaki volleyball team won an intense game, the final set ending in a 32-30 win.

You had to stay up all night to do it, but you managed to make and decorate a dozen cookies shaped like volleyballs and one special cookie that resembled his jersey, the number 11 written carefully in chocolate-flavored icing. You wrapped them up in a cellophane bag, complete with a black ribbon tied into a neat bow.

You arrived at homeroom as early as possible, wanting to place the cookies on his desk and sit down to calm your nervous heart. From the back of the room, you watched as he strolled in 20 minutes later, sending you a wave and a tired smile. He dumped his bag on the floor before picking up the note you tucked under the bag of cookies that read:

'congratulations on your win! you played an amazing game, wish I could've celebrated with you :)'

His eyebrows scrunched as he racked his brain to try to figure out whose handwriting it could be. He shrugged when nothing came to mind, figuring it was just another gift from one of those fangirls who frequented his team’s volleyball matches. At the very least, it gave him something to rub in Atsumu’s face later.

He sat down, munching on one of the volleyball-shaped cookies, which he found delicious enough to eat two more of. You slapped your forehead, more annoyed at yourself rather than Osamu.

Okay, time to try something else.

You made a single-serve raspberry tart this time after you heard Osamu mention to his friends one day that he had a strong craving for one. Again, you arrived early to school, placing the note face down under the treat and spoon so none of your nosy classmates could read it as they walked by.

This time, you made sure to sign your initials at the end of the note, figuring that was the reason why it didn't click for him last time. However, knowing that he would immediately figure out that it was you had your palms sweaty and knees weak.

Osamu walked into homeroom, barely awake, but when he saw the dessert on his desk, his eyes shot open, face lighting up with interest. He looked up to greet you, but you were busy staring blankly at your textbook. The cookies from last time had been devoured before he even left school, though he did save the jersey cookie because he appreciated the effort put into it.

He lifted the tart to grab the note that was stuck underneath. It read:

'hope you liked the cookies from last time! I made a raspberry tart because you're just so sweet ♥'

When you peeked over to look at him, you noticed that there was confusion written all over his face, not knowing what the hell the letters at the bottom stood for. You heard him repeating word combinations that began with your initials to try to figure it out.

Your forehead hit the desk, baffled by how a man could be so cute but so stupid.

This was going to be it. You would place the slice of apple pie on his desk, he would read the note–with your whole name on it this time–and he would finally understand how much you liked him.

So, you went through the same process as before, setting it neatly on his desk with a folded note underneath.  There was no way that he could misconstrue anything this time.

Osamu was suspicious when he saw the sweet treat on his desk that morning. He reached for the note first, like always, to examine it.

'I hope you're not occu-pied this weekend ; want to go on a date with me?'

He knew that you would never be so blatant with your confession, not with your shy nature. Not when all it took was a simple wave from him to make you blush and look away. You'd most likely approach him in a less public setting to ask him out, or text him privately.

Which is why he assumed that this entire thing was just his brother pranking him with some store-bought pie. ‘Tsumu had teased him recently when he’d gushed about how cute you were before. He didn't put it past his brother to mess with him just because he kicked his ass in practice yesterday.

He sat down at his desk with a loud 'humph,' angrily digging into his pie that tasted just as good as the rest of his desserts he had received before.

Meanwhile, you were so frustrated that you swore you felt your soul leave your body.

You'd had enough. The stress of leaving Osamu desserts and waiting for him to figure out how much you liked him was too much. You were just going to have to be blunt and in his face with your confession.

Storming into class with a packaged cupcake in hand, you stopped right in front of his desk. He was taken aback by your sudden appearance.

"Oh, hey, (Y/N)," he greeted. "That's a good lookin' cupcake ya got there. Who's it for?"

You froze. You knew your newfound confidence could only last so long. Actually standing in front of his desk and looking into his eyes was very different from staring at yourself in the mirror as you rehearsed your lines.

Osamu watched as your mouth flapped open and closed, thinking about how you resembled a goldfish at that moment. Suddenly, you shoved the cupcake towards him, looking away shyly.

He barely heard you squeak out the words, "I like you."

He had never felt more stupid than he did in that moment. It finally dawned on him that it had been you the whole time, leaving him the edible gifts and little notes. It actually was your attempt at asking him out.

Osamu gently took the plastic container out of your hands, fingers brushing against yours. "I can't believe it was actually you. Thought it was my stupid brother prankin' me."

You failed to make eye contact with him despite chuckling at his assumption, instead toying with the buttons of your blazer.

They’re so adorable. He had to put you out of your misery. "Do ya still wanna go on that date with me? It's the least I can do for all the trouble I caused. Maybe I can cook for you this time?"

You nodded in response, feeling like you were going to combust at any moment.

"Great! We can walk home together, and I'll whip ya up something good to eat."

"Sounds good," you said once you found your voice. 

Your cheeks were no doubt on fire as you sat at your desk. You assumed that at any moment, you'd be waking up from this wonderful dream. There was no way you could predict that he'd reciprocate your feelings but now that you knew, you didn't think you'd ever stop smiling.

Written by: Luna

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #osamu imagine #osamu x you #luna writes #our writing #osamu fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu #hq osamu #haikyuu osamu

[whats-her-quirk]

May I please get angst prompt 5 with best tape boi Sero? Thank you! ( also can it be fem reader? Or gn if u want)

a/n: My pure, sweet Sero would NEVER, and that’s why this hurts so much GOODBYE

"I can explain." x hanta sero

When Sero answered the door, he didn’t recognize the girl on the other side. It was his day off, and he was spending it home alone while you were at work, just trying to relax and make the most of his downtime. He wore a baggy tee and joggers, nothing to be excited about, but the stranger on your porch looked at him like he was made of sunshine.

“Uh, hi. Can I help you?” he asked. The girl responded by squealing, unable to keep her cool, and Sero put a hand to his forehead. Great, a fangirl. He knew, for the sake of his hero image, he had to be nice to fans, but sometimes, being fawned over made him feel uncomfy, like he was some object to be ogled.

“I can’t believe it’s really you!” She jumped up and down before forcing herself to take a deep breath. “It’s just, you’re really Cellophane!”

Sero scratched the back of his head bashfully. “Uh yep. But um, how do you know where I live?” He worried that he’d been doxxed online somehow, or that this girl had been stalking him for who knows how long. That kind of thing happened to Kirishima and Bakugou all the time, but this was a first for Sero.

But the girl shook her head, her long pigtails twirling around her like ribbons. She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope. “I live on the other side of town, but my address seems to be the same as yours, just Northeast instead of Northwest. This letter got delivered to my place by mistake, but I recognized the name on it. Hanta Sero, that’s you, right?”

Ah, so it was just an unfortunate mistake. Sero reached out to accept the letter. It was just junk mail, nothing important, but he shoved it into the pocket of his shorts. “That’s me. Thanks for this, you didn’t have to come all this way.”

The girl took a step closer, biting her lips as she looked Sero in the eye. “But I did! I thought, this could be my only chance to meet my favorite hero.”

Sero blushed. “Aw, you’re too kind. It’s just my job.”

The girl lurched forward, grabbing Sero by the shoulders and almost knocking him off balance. “But it’s not! You’re the greatest hero in the city! You saved all of those people when the train came uncoupled the other day. That was amazing!”

Sero leaned back, trying to politely slide out of her grip. People could be so handy with him, pulling him around like a doll, and he hated it. “I was just glad I could help. But I’m kind of in the middle of something, if you don’t mind-” He pointed his thumb back into the house, where his video game was paused. Not that it was that important, but he really wanted to get out of this situation.

But the girl in the pigtails didn’t back down. Instead, she pulled out her phone. “Can I take a pic? Please?”

If it would get her off the porch, Sero would do just about anything. Besides, he didn’t mind being in pictures with fans. Usually, he actually enjoyed smiling for the camera, just not when he was standing at his own front door. Sero crouched down a little, bringing his face more level to the fan’s so she could get both of them in the frame of her selfie. He smiled his best smile and held up a peace sign, making sure no details of the house were visible in the background of the picture. Before snapping the picture, the girl slung her arm around his waist, pulling him close against her, making him blush again.

“Thank you!” she cried, looking at the image on her screen. Her other arm snaked around his waist, pulling Sero into a full hug. Awkwardly, he patted her on the back, just waiting for the hug to end, but something came over her. It was just enough encouragement for his fan to grab two handfuls of the collar of his shirt and pull him down to her waiting lips faster than he could get his hands off of her.

Sero pulled back quickly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Hey-”

“Hanta?”

Sero’s breath caught in his throat at the sound of your voice. He hadn’t seen you coming up the sidewalk, but there you stood, at the end of your front walk, right as he pulled his lips away from the girl whose name he didn’t even know.

“Y/n, hold on.” He said, panicked. "I can explain."

But you were already gritting your teeth together and swiping tears from your eyes. With an angry growl, you rushed up the front walk and pushed past him into the house, casting your eyes down and away from him. He heard your bedroom door slam, your sobs still echoing through it. Sero slipped out of the fan’s grasp and closed the door without another word.

He didn’t care if she doxxed him, took pictures of the house and posted them online, or whatever she was going to do. He could get a new townhouse. All Sero cared about was comforting you, but with the door locked behind you, he couldn’t get to you. “Y/n! Please! She kissed me, not the other way around!” Still, you refused to answer the door, and Sero sunk to his knees on the carpet outside the room.

With some explaining, maybe you’d come to believe him. He hoped, he prayed to whoever was listening that you would, because he couldn’t lose you. Regardless, he blamed himself. If he wasn’t a hero, if he’d chosen another life, you wouldn’t be hurting right now. Sero hated being an object, of lust or otherwise. He rubbed his teary eyes, cursing what he’d become. This was the worst part about being a hero.

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