#tanner x gender neutral reader

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Hi, I really love your writing! I wanted to ask if you could do a romantic head canons for Tanner and Treech because I really love those characters and the reader can be fem or gender neutral. Enjoy the rest of your day!

How pretty it is, I think I'm in love.

Treech/Tanner x Gender neutral reader (separate romantic headcanons) Summary: Romantic headcanons about Treech and Tanner and how they fell in love with gender neutral! Reader Warning: mention of animal death (Tanner's part), blood, before and after the Hunger Games Word count: 1.4k ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Treech:

It had been a warm October in District Seven, oddly enough since the weather was usually cold during this time. Treech kept his hands together as he swung down on the wood block in front of him. He glanced around, looking at the greenery around him, his eyes unconsciously going to you. He stared at you as you brought your ax down onto the block of wood.

He would never admit how he’d admire you from afar, how his face would grow warm when he saw you take on the harder work, or how you looked while you brought your ax down to continue your work. Treech didn’t fully understand his love for you but he would be yours if you asked him… you wouldn’t have to always ask.

The first couple times you both converse were very awkward. Treech would try making you laugh, but because of how nervous he would be, it would come off as really odd. It makes things a bit more difficult, especially breaking the ice, but it was slightly charming since he tried with his jokes (sometimes).

You would hang out with his friends and yours, having connections with each other, which makes

Just a couple hours before the reaping, Treech walked around the town, hoping to get even a sight of you.

When his name is called in the reaping, he doesn’t try finding you. He already accepted his end once he got to the stage in front of the kids of Seven. Treech’s eyes would find you in the crowd, the beauty of your soft eyes made him want to weep and ask you for a kiss before his inevitable death. But he bit his tongue and kept quiet.

The time spent waiting for the train with Lamina was mostly just sitting in silence, her occasional sob breaking the quiet. Treech could only sit with his thoughts, wondering what could have come if he actually ran to you. Perhaps you would have taken him into your arms. Or not. He didn’t want that answer for so long.

The isolation that followed while waiting for the train made everything worse, the knowledge that you could have gone home, without a thought for him or terrified about what could ensue in the arena made him worried.

After his victory in the arena, he’d finally come home to District Seven. But unlike Tanner, he wouldn’t seek you out after caring for himself for a bit. He wouldn’t show for a long while. It would mostly be because Treech couldn’t bring himself to go back to you without worrying you could have possibly seen his actions on the TV’s in the town electronics shop.

Three months, three long months was how long Treech spent trying to take care of himself after all that had happened in the arena. But he got the confidence to go out to see others, others that wouldn’t kill him, and he went to your home.

Treech spent the entire time explaining what had happened while he was in his house and how he held up in the arena, the arena explanation was the shortest since his mind hadn’t even fully recovered.

It was almost a natural instinct to confess how he had fallen in love with you, the softness of you as a whole and how you were kind. You were so special to him since you were willing to listen to him, and didn’t constantly view his victory as a real victory, just as he did. Treech couldn’t help blushing so brightly, his entire face was basically red.

“You’d like a kiss?” You asked with a breathful laugh. As much as it embarrassed, Treech couldn’t help accepting the offer, which you gave to him quickly.

Your hands held his vibrant red cheeks, brushing your thumb against his cheekbone as you pressed his lips to yours delicately. It wasn’t as amazing as Treech had imagined, far more incredible than he could have ever thought. It’s like he was getting a kiss from the heavens itself. His desperation for your lips caused him to pull you close, just close enough to put his hands on your back.

You didn’t pull away for a long while, several minutes even. Truthfully, who would want to leave Heaven?

Tanner:

Oh, how badly the pain in his stomach grew as he stared at you, the blood covering your fingers drew blood to his cheeks. You set the butcher's knife down before turning to leaving to the dressing rooms. Tanner swallowed thickly and wiped his face with his hands, hoping his face wasn't too red to the extent others would know.

It was so odd, how lovely you looked in a place filled with only death. He’d never understand that feeling he got when he’d see you, but Tanner couldn’t deny that he didn’t want it gone.

Tanner had met you in English class, maybe not have met you but he knew you existed, and you were lovely. You were so kind and hot and shit. What couldn't he like about you? And you worked in the same factory! So, he could see you outside school!

You were the most “magnificent piece of work” … as he would say, with the voice of a songbird that would keep him in place out of instinct.

Tanner would take any opportunity to talk to you and he wouldn’t try making it obvious that he liked when you were paired up together in class when your friends were gone. Maybe it was obvious to all, but he thought he was smooth enough (he wasn’t).

Reaping day was notorious throughout the district, all of Panem really. Tanner had spent his day with his friends or near the town square, hoping to find you around and possibly talk to you.

Nearly the entire conversation is trying to work you up enough to get a kiss, trying to butter you up before the reaping. Of course, Tanner would compliment you and your outfit and how nice you looked, jokingly saying you were trying to find him too.

You would spend parts of your time in the town square, walking with him and your friends. Your friends mainly talked about other things besides how Tanner was trying to flirt with you. He claimed they were being sad and stuff, but they were reacting like any other possible tribute, wishing their families would be fine without them. The same could be said for him too, but he hoped you would be fine without him.

When he was called for the reaping, obviously he was sad. Who wouldn't be in this situation? Maybe a murderer but that doesn't matter now. Tanner was going to walk to his death.

At the realization that he probably wouldn’t come home, he’d try finding his way to you. There wasn’t a distinct time when the new tributes could speak to their family before they left but he needed a little time to speak to you, admit he had felt a special fondness for you.

The entire time he was on the train was hoping you’d at least think of him while he was gone, hopefully positive thoughts.

But Tanner never got that, and he couldn’t get what could have come from it out of his mind. It was a partial comfort on the train ride to the Capital.

After the Hunger Games, he had gone home and slept, though his mind went to finding you. It was either your warm presence or the haunting nightmares that would seep back into his mind when he couldn’t think of anything new.

Tanner would find you again and finally give you that kiss that was meant long before the reaping. He wouldn’t try being nice about it, his feelings were intense, and that kiss will be too. He wouldn’t try pulling away for a long while, keeping you close and in his arms, where he wished you would stay forever.

Oddly enough, Tanner would confess his feelings to you after the kiss. He’d go on about how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you and later his lips.

At some point, he’d be asked about his time in the arena. Though Tanner had endless nightmares about the things he saw, the blood and the snakes, he would be boastful. He would claim he was never scared and try seeming stronger than he already was.

As time went on, you’d more likely see him stiffen and get scared at the sight or the smell of anything that reminded him of the arena. Tanner would never claim himself a victor, but he’d say he would.

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So sorry I haven't updated in a long while. Lowkey OOC but thank you for reading, nonetheless.

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yandere ex bully’s yandere alphabet!

i got the template from this post :)

(cws: violence, mentions of bullying, mention of dysfunctional/abusive family dynamics, stalking)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

starts out with verbal affection, praise and compliments- which are very intense off the bat, and he won't really scale it down. in his mind, you need to know exactly how he feels about you and why you are important to him. especially if you are not physically in his life... which is pretty likely. he'll also express his affection to you through acts of service- getting you glasses of water, food, etc. or, he'll try to "make you feel safe" by being around you so nobody dangerous can get to you.

to him, he can prove himself to you being nice to you and treating you well- so he's likely to come off as intense as he's very fervent in his effort. if he thinks his darling is more willing to be with him, he'll calm down a bit after a while.

he'll also express his affection to you physically with hugs, kisses, etc, but he'll keep that to when he thinks you are okay with it. he’s not good at reading his darling and he’s somewhat aware of that, so he’ll often mirror things you do to him to you thinking that you’ll be more likely to like it (like using the same pet names, kissing you in the same places, etc.)

Blood:How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he understands that practically speaking, his darling could very well get upset or afraid of him if he really hurts people like he wants to. so unlike other yanderes he won't kill anyone behind your back. he might snap and hit people/beat people up, but that's as far as it goes.

however if his darling requests it, he can get very messy! he doesn't really have care at all for anyone other than his darling. so, if you ask him to kill anyone- including his friends- he will do so, easily. his only limit is that he won't want to kill his brother, and he'll likely become emotionally distant from you for a while if you ask him to do so.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

i think tanner is much less likely to straight up kidnap you. once he's reached a certain breaking point, he's more likely to just break into your house and just... not leave.

he'll only kidnap you if your living situation makes it impossible for him to do this without him being caught (such as if you have a roommate) or if your living situation is physically unsafe in some way.

he wouldn't straight up mock you though, he's really trying to avoid doing so. he wants to show you how much he's changed and how nice he can be for you! but he might show his impatience and irritation that you still aren’t hearing him out. he wouldn’t yell at you, but he would be blunt and passive-aggressive in some circumstances.

he can come off as cruel and insensitive though as sometimes he can be rather blunt without thinking. like, "why did you date that guy? he's such a little bitch." this side of him comes out more often if he's jealous.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

not intentionally, but practically speaking that's often how it turns out (see "Affection" above- he's not good at reading or predicting his darling.) probably ends up hugging and kissing before his darling would prefer, as he genuinely thinks that his darling is likely ready for him to do so.

he's less cautious about this if he thinks his darling is willingly in a relationship with him of their own free will... which, likely isn't what's happening. but, he will quickly back off with physical contact if asked.

he's a lot more blunt about asking consent for anything sexual though, and will likely just wait until you bring it up of your own volition. he's too worried about messing up your first time with him to risk anything.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

one of his insecurities is being seen as "soft"- it's why he became a bully in his youth in the first place, due to his deep seated insecurities with himself. he wants to be seen as a tough guy, like your guard dog or something. he wants you to think he's strong, and someone to rely on.

he also wasn’t the best in school, and struggles sometimes with things. so he also doesn’t want you to think of him as “stupid.”

he doesn't really want to be vulnerable, to show you that he's upset if it's not to show you that he cares about you. he'll say things like "i missed you so much" or say "i'm hurt that you did that" for instance, but will try to hide anything like him crying, nightmares, etc. basically to him, if it's not related to you? you don't really need to know about it.

his darling probably can guess as to what is going on a lot of the time though, as he can often drop disturbing facts about his childhood in casual conversations without realizing (as he genuinely doesn't understand how bad his upbringing really is.)

he also may act weird about some things and not tell you why- like huffing a bit in frustration if you offer to pick up something heavy for him or to calculate the tip on a bill for him and not explain why, which probably signals to his darling that something is up.

he'll close himself off a bit if you try to talk to him about how he feels about his childhood or any insecurities though. it takes him a long time to actually be vulnerable with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

sad :,(

he'll be obviously visibly hurt but, to him this isn't very surprising. he expected this as a possibility. he lets you know that you can hurt him as much as you like if it helps you feel better! (this doesn't work the way he had hoped it would.)

he wouldn’t stand for being continuously hit over a long period of time though. then, he’d get impatient, as he wanted to get your trust in return the first few times. if he doesn’t get that, there’s no real point to it for him. it’s less that he’s concerned about his safety, moreso that he has his limits with his patience.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

not a game at all, he would not enjoy watching his darling escape. his goal is for you not to be afraid of him after all.

especially if he actually abducted you to his house or a secondary location- since he'd likely only go for that route if he deems your usual lifestyle too unsafe or something. do you really hate him so much that you'd go back to your previous life, even though he'd do anything for you??

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

well, the whole concept of his character is that he's his darlings former bully- so, it could very well be him bullying them as a child. he isolated them from getting friends when they were younger and made their school life unbearable.

aside from that, i think the worst case scenario would be a darling who already has a significant other. that would really cause him to snap out much faster than he would normally. possibly even before he really reconsidered what his relationship to his darling in the past was like, which would make him far less considerate to his darling.

tanner is a bit willfully deluded sometimes, and sees things in a certain light due to paranoia or jealousy- so he's likely to freak out from just minor signs that you are unhappy, and pin that on your partner mistreating you. he then used that as an excuse to threaten them and hit them.

even though he usually lets you go anywhere you please, he also might be more likely to kidnap and isolate you if you already have a long term partner you are living with. though just for a bit- his goal is that he wants you to forget about them.

to have a partner that the darling loves and feels safe with, only for that person to basically be terrorized by tanner enough for the partner to leave the relationship and then subsequently be forced to be around someone they fear and hate... that would probably be the worst experience for the darling.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

when he was younger, his older brother had given him little tips on what to do in a relationship- and it was geared towards him dating a woman. hold doors open for a date, carry your date’s bags, walk your date home... etc.

due to this, he has a specific view on how he wants a romantic relationship to be. he wants to take a typically masculine, provider type of role. he doesn't particularly care how his darling presents themself or what their gender is, he just wants to treat them a particular way, especially if they're in public.

(although, if your condition of being with him is that YOU take that role instead... he may be willing to reconsider his ideas ;))

does want to get married and live with you in a mutual, loving relationship where you feel protected and safe with him- that's his ultimate goal for the future.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

yes, he gets jealous. he'll often lash out against the person (not the darling.)

in very mild cases, he might just grumble and be blunt/passive aggressive with how he talks about that person around his darling.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

depends on the situation!

if he thinks you feel safe around him/are willingly choosing to be around him? very sweet, nice, and a bit flirty and affectionate.

if he thinks you dislike him? he's very desperate, clingy, trying to show you how good he can be for you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

literally, with letters lol. he wants to let you know just how much your mind, and is all too honest in how he expresses just how obsessed he is with you. phone calls too until you block his number.

likely keeps to sending you letters and stalking from afar- until he thinks that you are hinting at him that you want him to approach you. in which case, he'll try to arrange a meeting through the letters he sends you.

although, if he thinks that you may need him being around closer for one reason or another (generally if he believes your current lifestyle to be very unhealthy/unsafe) he will not wait that long and may just... break into your house and not leave, so he can be there to supervise you a little.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes, lol. due to a combination of what i said earlier re: his insecurities with being seen as "soft" and him just generally not caring about people other than his darling... he acts VERY different with his darling in private than he ever would around anyone else.

at his job he's not smiling, he's very straightforward and isn't really friendly with anyone. he keeps himself from straight up mocking others (so he doesn’t lose his employment) but he doesn’t reign in his expression or tone much. he'll be clearly annoyed if anyone wants help or asks questions. around you, he's bright and happy to spend time with you, doing whatever you ask him to do.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

not the type to punish his darling! he's more the submissive type. if he's upset with you he may be passive-aggressive or distance himself from his darling for a little bit. if it gets really bad he'll get a bit catty and talk to the guys he works with about you behind your back. but he wouldn’t punish you as he doesn't think it's his place to do so.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

generally he lets you do whatever you want! it's just that a lot of the time, whether you know it or not... he will also be there. lol.

if in the extreme circumstance he kidnaps you, he's already on edge and nervous that this will cause you to hate him. he's not likely to do much other than to not let you outside or talk to others. but that’s for practical reasons, so you won't alert anyone to your current situation.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

sometimes he gets impulsive and emotional and breaks some of his darling's boundaries. but otherwise he's pretty patient! he's trying to be, he just gets caught up in his own feelings sometimes.

he can be a little easily agitated, though, even with his darling. he more or less is expecting you to have a grudge against him, but you repeatedly insulting him or yelling at him would make him a little irritated. he’d feel like you aren’t giving him a chance to redeem himself. he’s more soft when it comes to his darling being afraid of him, though.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

absolutely distraught and devastated if his darling died... he would be in a state of regret thinking he could have done something different for a long time, likely not doing anything to move past the situation for basically the rest of his life.

if his darling escaped though, his reaction would be much less drastic. he's upset, and he's going to put as much effort as he can to try and find you again, but he's not nearly as depressed.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

if he realizes that you are scared of him?? VERY guilty, deep regret. he doesn't like doing things that make you upset!

there really isn't any circumstance where he would willingly cut contact with you all together, though. is he aware that that would be for the best? sure. but he's way too far gone for that. to him, you're the only reason he has to be happy.

closest thing he'll do to that you space for a week or so (like, if you brought it up as an ultimatum.) after the week ends he’ll go back to you immediately afterwards acting needier than he was before.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

poor childhood upbringing, mostly. his parents were neglectful to the point of being abusive, and he was basically raised by his older brother, who was also a troubled teen himself and treated him poorly.

since he never really had a place to feel safe or appreciated, he wanted to be seen as the "toughest" guy in school as a kid. he wanted to feel powerful. this is what caused him to become a bully and fixate on you strongly- you likely seemed to be an easy target.

his lack of a proper upbringing also caused his yandere qualities later in life when he realized he wants you as a lover. he has a very black and white thinking due to a poor childhood- it's either you, or no one else. and, since he often feels like what he cares about has often left or been taken away from him- he is very obsessive over you, as you are one of the few things in his life that make him feel things this strongly. he generally feels like he has to "earn" a persons respect that is important to him, because that's how it was with his older brother.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

upset :( he doesn't like seeing you like that! it's a little unnerving watching you break down like that, he's going to try to be desperate to get on your good side.

if it's just isolating themself, though, he's not as worried. he just thinks that the darling needs some time alone and doesn't really think much of it. unless the darling is missing meals or something, he's not going to say anything.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

yep! he's pretty carefree about what his darling does, more just wanting to be around his darling rather than control them. you can have a job and a regular life for the most part.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

well, he can be impulsive if he's caught up with his emotions- this causes him to make some obvious mistakes that his darling can then use to their advantage.

for instance, it's pretty clear that he's stalking you through the letters he sends you, and he's honest about many things if you just ask him. he also offers to kill people for you... which, if you play your cards right, could lead him to going to jail.

also: very easy to manipulate. it’s really not that hard to engineer opportunities for you to be left alone so you can prepare for an escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

he's really trying hard not to, especially physically. he doesn't want to risk scaring or upsetting you at this point. the only thing i could see him doing is grabbing his darling's wrist too hard if he's pulling them- but he would have to be very caught up in his emotions for him to do that.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he very much worships his darling and puts them on a pedestal. to him, you are kind, mature, and well-adjusted... regardless if you really are those things.

he's willing to do ANYTHING to win his darling over- and he's very insistent they give him the chance to do so.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on a few factors. if the darling is already in a relationship? very quickly, maybe after just a month of stalking and seeing what the dynamic is between the darling and their significant other.

if the darling is in an unsafe environment or is extremely neglectful of their health, it would take even less time. maybe even less than two weeks- which isn't good for the darling, because he hasn't fully processed how he feels about the darling at that point, and will likely be much less patient or kind with them as a result.

but, generally speaking, it takes about about a year or so of him stalking you to get to the point where he feels like he needs to send the letters to you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

pretty unlikely, actually. they might have breakdowns and definitely don't appreciate him being around, especially at first. but he's not likely to emotionally break them to the point where they don't act anything like themself, he’s not a cruel type of yandere to his darling. if they are so upset that it's extremely obvious to him, he will try to be nicer to them in some way or another.

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Hurt (Robby Keene x GN!Reader)

Requested by @skyel0ve: Hey, if you are doing a Cobra Kai fic at the moment could you do a seriously hurt Robby one? Where either Miguel or Johnny hurts him at the school/dojo? It's been on my mind a lot, especially with all the apologies going around.

Author's Note: I've never really written for Robby (I prefer his dad any day) but I hope that this is good and that you enjoy it! Thank you for the request!!!!!

Warnings: SPOILERS for Cobra Kai season 5, blood, dislocated shoulder, cuts, bruises

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Robby thought that he and Miguel had buried the hatch. He thought that he and Miguel could get along again, but no matter how hard either tried, the slightest thing would light the short fuse that held their tentative relationship together. Robby had considered going to his dad’s apartment, but with Johnny living next door to Miguel and having a new born baby, Robby decided to go to the only place where he would feel safe.

A single knock of the door alerts you to a newcomer as you eye the wooden frame in speculation. It’s 5 pm and you really aren’t expecting any visitors, but nevertheless, you tiptoe to the door, reaching up to look through the peephole only to find a familiar mop of dirty blonde hair. “Robby?” You swing the door open as your eyes widen. It is indeed Robby, but it’s not the Robby you remember. No, this Robby is broken and beaten. Blood stains in different areas of his shirt and pants, a fresh bruise making home on his chin, his eye swollen shut, his lip split, and most notably, his arm in a weird position.  “Robby? What the hell happened to you?” He smiles softly, attempting to raise his arm to wave at you but flinches instead as he looks past you and into your apartment.

“Hey (Y/N). Anybody home?”

“No? I live by myse-” before you could finish, he pushes past you and all but collapses on your couch, blood dripping down from his arm and onto your rug. “Robby, you look hurt. We need to get you to the hospital,” you move to grab your keys and purse but a groan stops you as you look over to where he lays.

“No! Don’t. They’ll call my dad. I don’t need him,” he comments, clutching onto his dislocated arm while you reluctantly set your bag down and kneel at his side. 

“Don’t you think we should probably call him? Or even your mom? Let them know what’s going on?”

“Not like either would care. Mom is too busy with rehab, dad is too busy with his stupid baby,” Robby comments causing your eyes to widen in shock.

“Johnny has a baby now? He can’t even take care of you, let alone a newborn? What the hell? I haven’t seen you in over a year and here you are seriously hurt and on my couch.” Robby looks up at you, green eyes meeting yours before letting his head rest against the arm of the couch. 

“Look, I know it’s been a while, but you are the only person I can trust right now. I didn’t know where else to go,” he admits as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, absorbing the last 6 minutes. Nodding your head, you disappear out of the room only to reemerge with a first aid kit and some ibuprofen.

“Ok, I don’t know how to fix a dislocated shoulder, but I can put it in a sling. I can also fix up your cuts, but you owe me an explanation as to what happened.” Robby hisses when you pour peroxide onto his wound as he takes the medicine with his good hand, well his better hand despite it still being bruised.

“Miguel and I got into another fight. I thought we hashed it out, but I guess some things can just never die,” he muses as you look at him through your lashes, applying some ointment to his wounds. “I honestly don’t even know what set it off. I didn’t say anything to him before he just started swinging.”

“Is the baby his sibling? If so maybe he’s just frustrated and taking it out on whoever,” Robby rolls his eyes, nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah, it's probably that. I just think he’s jealous that he’s not the apple of dad’s eye anymore,” you hum in agreement, placing the last bandaid on his skin before sitting back. 

“Maybe. I mean you know they’re super close,” the comment brings a look of disdain to Robby’s eyes before they flutter shut, almost as if releasing the anger from his body. A quietness stills over the two of you before you lean back, gathering the mess and throwing it away. “Either way, you need to go see a doctor, get your shoulder put back into place, and soon or else it’ll make recovery time worse. So how about I take you?” Robby sighs but swings his aching legs off the couch and stands up, using you as a crutch as you guys walk out the door.  “Robby?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, make sure to kick Miguel’s ass because I do not wanna have to do this again.” He offers you a small smile as he leans into you.

“I’ll remember that.”

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Author's note: Thanks again for the request. I hope you enjoy!!!

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OMG pls tell me ur gonna make a part two for “where i told you to run” THE CLIFFHANGER GOT ME SHAKING 😭 i hope reader wins so coryo can stop losing his shit lmao😭

paragraphs in italics are coriolanus's 'pov'! ♡ big warning for death!!! as well as violence, blood, and typical hunger games child endangerment. this is heavy, please do not read this if you don't feel you're in the right headspace. this is a part two for where i told you to run but can be read as a standalone!

❄ so we'd both be free ㅤ⠀coriolanus snow x reader ㅤ⠀↳ 3.4k ↳ angst ↳ gender neutral

desperation takes over as your feet skid around the corners towards wovey. up until the moment she'd called back out to you, your mind had been consumed by the possibilities of what could have happened to her — of the stronger tributes killing her, mercilessly plunging a spear through her chest, or even just the possibility that hunger and dehydration could have taken her already.

but none of that matters now, as amidst the thunder of your heavy footsteps her whistling grows louder and louder.

your heart is in your throat with relief, half your mind trying to remember each corner you turn in case you need to come back through here, but the other half is on autopilot, it's only goal being to lead you to the girl you can now protect.

the whistling finally pierces your ears as if it's coming from just beside you, and you turn the final corner swiftly.

a relieved smile had been growing on your face during your approach, displaying your teeth and crinkling your eyes — but the moment you whip around the corner, it drops.

before you, instead of the little girl you'd sworn to look after, stands an alliance of three tributes armed with weapons and deadly grins.

all of a sudden, you're overly aware of the lack of anything that you could defend yourself with in your hands — having earlier forgone the bloodbath and any possibility of weaponry, in favour of running for your life and hoping for the best. now, you can't say you regret it, but you'd be a fool to admit it wouldn't be nice to have even just a blunt knife in hand right now.

their leader smirks, "looking for someone?"

time seems to slow in the moment it takes for you to identify coral mizzen and tanner in front of you, and the world grants you the split second of a chance at escape — shaking you out of your wide eyes and rigid breaths, and shoving you back the direction you came, with steps so quick you're scared you'll slip.

immediately, the footsteps of the alliance chasing after you pound through the underground, and as your breath grows heavier you realise you can't outrun the three of them like this; you need to lose them in the tunnels.

you regret not paying closer attention to your surroundings when you had the chance, but your legs carry your through the maze from muscle memory, and you're almost certain that you're nearing what would otherwise be a dead end; but had an unlocked door right after the turn that — if you're agile and just far enough ahead — you could trick them with.

you're so concentrated on planning ahead, that when something snags on your clothes — a hand clawing at you — you stutter, your legs almost tripping from beneath you.

you don't dare to look back at the grunts and yells behind you, but from the dull thud you hear just as you regain your footing and double your speed, you hope that means someone's fallen over and slown everyone else down.

but you can't risk dwelling on that, all you can do is try your best to recognise the tunnels your turn down and hope your breath doesn't run out.

you twist through the halls and enter the 'dead end' you'd been searching for — but just as you reach for the heavy door to make your escape, something sharp rips right through your coat and meets your skin.

the initial shock comes first — running now forgotten, in favour of kicking out until you hit something that grunts — swiftly followed by an unforgiving sting and the wet feeling of blood flowing down your arm.

your scream sounds more like a gasp for air as you lash out blindly, all-encompassing pain flashing through you when the blade meets your skin for a second time; not as deeply as the first, but the slice through skin followed by even more blood spilling is undeniable.

your mind clouds as you run at the adversary, arms unfurling to crash into them and knock them down.

you fall with them roughly, but when you hear the clatter of what must've been their knife hitting the ground, your vision starts to clear.

you land on top of tanner, coming face-to-face with bloodshot eyes and a scowl that shows off teeth that would rip through your throat if they could.

it's messy, as he thrashes and tries to push you off, scratching at your face and intermittently searching with his hands to find the discarded knife. you too try to search for the knife — the upper hand that could save you — the the more pressing issue becomes his hands grabbing at you looking for any way to hurt you or free himself.

in the unsteadiness, you try to sit up with your knees on either side of him and try to pull his arms away from you — but it's in vain, save for the slightest scratches that barely start to protrude his skin, as he always breaks free and reaches out once again.

in frustration and terror, you land a closed fist to his nose — drawing blood — and another against his head.

he's yelling at you as you finally reach for his neck, you can't make a single word he's saying or if they're even directed at you, but he sounds furious, like he's going to kill you — and it terrifies you. your blood burns and you claw your grimy nails into the skin of his neck, as you rest all your body weight on your bleeding hand around his throat, while the other fumbles, unsure of where to land; until it meets his eyes and pushes.

his own sharp nails attack your forearm, your shoulders, your hands, anywhere he can reach — but even as he tries to choke you back, he cannot reach your neck.

your hand that attempts to dig into his eye sockets now tries to push his arms away from where they grip to your other wrist, but flies above and past his paling face when the glimmer of a blade ahead of you catches your eyes.

you fumble to grab the weapon without a second thought, but just as it slips into your grasp, tanner is tugging at your coat and your heads crash together.

your feel like you're spinning as you push yourself up again, the world of his growls and your own gasps feeling far away — like if you were to simply let go right now it might not be so bad; if only for a chance to feel what it's like to be calm, and safe, again.

but the illusion of serenity shatters as tanner's fingers claw at the wound running down your arm; the sharp spike of pain at the contact draws you back in and kicks your body into action.

"get off!" tanner wheezes a yell as you push harder on his airways.

instinctually, your hand flies to cover his mouth in case his allies hear and come running — then you'd be as good as dead — and despite the ringing in your ears and thumping of your blood pounding like hail, you whisper.

"be quiet, it's okay, it's okay, just— shhh," you ramble almost incoherently, barely loud enough for tanner to hear; so perhaps more of an effort to reassure yourself than anyone else.

before you can think another thought — before tanner gets another chance to gain the upper hand — your wounded hand relieves the pressure on his throat only to block his breathing with a blood-drenched palm covering his mouth and nose. within the blink of an eye, your hand that grips the knife rises, and then falls; planting itself right through his neck.

tanner's hands fall from their assault on you as if all the life has just been drained from him — but you know better, as his eyes widen in the first moment of fear you've seen from him, he is still dying.

your eyes meet his silently, your gaze locked with the dying boy as you find yourself frozen.

he sputters against your palm, a wet feeling bursting upwards that can only be his own blood joining yours. you don't think it can be called breathing anymore, but he tries to get his chest to move, to keep the air running through him, to keep the blood pumping.

you just keep watching as this boy can't even writhe in pain with his neck skewered to the cold ground, the boy who could have killed you — who might still, if you don't pay attention to your wounds soon — now just lying beneath you, with a face painted in blood you cannot discern the owner of amongst both of your losses.

tears drip down the sides of his cheeks, and it flips something inside you.

you twist the knife roughly, and finally, he droops; lifeless.

now, all there is left to hear are your uneven breaths that still flow in and out of your lungs, your heart that is still beating, and—

and the echo of something heavy hitting the ground. the feeling of a vibration running through the tunnels, shaking the metal walls around you and rattling your bones.

your head looks up at the roof as dust falls, then whips to look around you. you realise you're still stuck in a dead end, with the sounds of what must be coral and mizzen approaching growing louder.

with your knife still in hand, you spring up without a second thought for tanner, and shove the door to your right open — closing it and leaning against it securely once you're safely on the other side.

your eyes slam shut as you try to re-orient yourself with deep breaths and arms tangled together in an attempt to put pressure on your gaping wounds. but as the throbbing in your ears beings to dissipate, you start to hear new noises travelling through the underground.

you pry your eyes open, only to be met with more sunlight than you've grown accustomed to since the games begun. it peers down at you from the cavernous opening just a few feet away, and you finally realise you're just below the hole that the bombing had blown open — and there are yells coming from above.

you're contemplating if it would be safe to venture back into the tunnels that you're vaguely familiar with but know coriolanus could never get donations to reach you in there, or if you should risk putting yourself out in the open arena and crossing your fingers — when you hear a deep voice call out wovey's name.

you're scrambling to the rubble before you can even remember your original plans.

rusty metal digs into your cut-open hand as you climb, but you can't bring yourself to care enough to overpower the panic running through your veins, as the deep voice starts to yell warnings to wovey; begging her to stop, that whatever threat is up there can't be trusted.

your hands slip unsteadily in the rush, and you're painfully aware of the fact this rubble could crumble beneath your feet at every moment, but you persist — and for the first time in days, you emerge from the underground.

the broadcast hadn't shown you since the air-carrier with the tank had arrived, after you'd killed tanner, and right as your eyes had widened in recognition of people nearing. then, just like that, the cameras had switched to the surface of the arena — leaving coriolanus stiff in his seat and left unknowing of your fate.

it feels like someone orchestrating the broadcast must hate him, must want him to suffer, must be doing all this just to make him sick with worry. he knows that can't be true, and that in the eyes of the capitol your fate pales in comparison to the intrigue of the opaque tank now in the middle of the arena. but none of that quells his anxieties over your survival.

as if someone has chosen to be gracious with him, as the stupid little district eight girl approaches her demise no matter how loud the district eleven boy tries to warn her, coriolanus catches sight of you emerging from the underground — and feels his heart start to beat again.

he takes a shallow breath, relief at having his eyes back on you — not any more hurt than when he'd last seen you — and armed with the knowledge that all you need to do is wait out the reptiles that will soon emerge; he smiles.

but then, your eyes sweep the arena, landing on wovey and immediately running to her. coriolanus's smile grows to a bitter scowl; he should have known you'd be foolish enough to still risk your life for that girl — in his opinion, one of your only worse qualities.

your yells join that of whose you now know to be reaper's, running as fast as you can — which now, is all but a pathetic stumble — as wovey keeps nearing the tank, simply begging to go home.

"wovey, it's not safe!" you scream through your raw throat, "stop, please!"

but she keeps walking closer, until she's so close to the centre of the arena, that with a few steps more she could reach out and touch whatever it is the capitol has dropped in here — you can't begin to guess what sort of bomb it could be or some other sort of manmade horror, but all you know is that you don't trust the capitol, especially not with wovey's life.

"wovey—!" you call out as she gets too close, when a clean click is heard.

coriolanus stands eerily still as the the cage falls open to reveal the metallic snakes.

you're still a good distance from wovey, and he hopes you have enough sense to run the other way once you see what they will do to the girl.

you gasp, freezing where you stand as a wave of colourful snakes burst out, rolling down the rubble and outwards in every direction, faster than you've been able to run since your blood started to drain.

they reach wovey in the blink of an eye, swallowing her whole without struggle, and a screamed, "no!" rips from your throat just as tears begin to water your eyes.

but still, something hopeful in you refuses to give in, and you begin again to drag your feet towards where she'd just been stood.

coriolanus's fellow mentors that still stand beside him are far too engrossed in watching their own tributes, but for those who do not have the same personal investment, he can feel the stares burning holes through his back; people silently questioning why his tribute is so stupid.

"run," he whispers, so quiet he cannot even hear himself say it above the broadcast's speakers, but embarrassingly desperate enough to hope you hear it in the hisses of the snakes and the screams of coral and mizzen — in the hopes that you will listen just this once, to save your life.

the fog in your head as you wobble across the arena is overwhelming, your hands are coated in red as a second skin — having given up on tending to the wounds — now letting your blood run freely. you hold only one priority in mind — an albeit unclear one, now that wovey is undeniably dead, just as reaper and mizzen are — but despite this all, you need to pretend wovey could still be alive; you need to hope.

your legs give in a few feet away from where the snakes had surrounded wovey's body, and you almost thank the blurriness growing in your eyes now that it means you don't have to see the girl's corpse.

you hear a scream, and all of a sudden you're the little kid who was forced to watch the hunger games every year, who covered their eyes and cried from the nightmares. your hands fly up to muffle your ears, and you can't find it in yourself — barely even half conscious, and bleeding out — to try to put effort into your laboured breaths anymore.

through the clouds in your eyes, a rainbow approaches you, slithering through the dust and rubble. you fall backwards when your arms can't hold you back anymore, and lie on the ground as you wait for the snakes to drown you.

as soon as coral falls and festus bitterly steps away from his desk, coriolanus's eyes widen.

he turns to look at dr. gaul, who still solemn as ever watches the cameras as they zoom in on your collapsing form, only to find her not saying a word.

it escapes from his mouth before he can think it over, when coriolanus yells expectantly to the silent heavensbee hall, "they've won!"

dr. gaul's ice cold eyes glide to watch him, still not a single facial expression betrays what she might be thinking — whether this is just another game for her own amusement, or if she truly plans to let you die. this only encourages coriolanus to push further, to fight for your life.

"it's over, they've won! get them out of there!"

you feel them climb up your legs first, sliding over cuts and bruises with a foreign coldness that almost feels numbingly comforting. through the ringing in your ears you're not sure whether they're truly silent or not, but to you they glide across the ground with a noiseless elegance — one that despite it all, calms you.

when they reach the tips of your fingers to the palms of your hands, you groan a the contact of scales against the cuts, but find the feeling grows to be bearable when one of the reptiles curls around your hand like a tender bandage.

they climb your body, still, and the heaviness they bring as they travel atop your chest feels like a warm blanket — a weight that quiets your groans and makes you wonder if tanner felt this encompassing warm feeling the moment before the light left his eyes.

coriolanus tries not to display just how frantic he truly feels as the snakes continue to surround you, but feels a slowly building sense of accomplishment at winning — but he knows, truly, he'll only feel victorious once you're rescued from that wretched arena and back in his arms.

"they've won, dr. gaul, let them out!" he wills his voice to not plead, and not quite command — that would get him nowhere against the person who actually has all the power — but to speak firmly, with a serious tone that exemplifies he will not let up.

a singular snake reaches your chest, curling along your collarbone and slowing it's movement, and you wonder if it's decided to rest with you.

these snakes remind you of the strays back home, of the wily cats burrowed under houses that you'd leave any food you could spare out for. or the dogs thinned to the bone that would bark at you when you got too close, but after a few weeks would learn that they could trust you, and would let you clean their wounds.

they remind you of tentative creatures thrown into unfamiliar places where they don't know if they'll live to see the next sunrise. you wonder if they're just as scared as you.

dr. gaul's chin raises slightly, remaining uncooperative for a moment more, until her eyes give coriolanus a look that he cannot begin to understand right now; but speaks to her near respect she holds for him.

her lips begin to part, when a gasp bursts from the speakers.

when the desperate breath escapes your lungs, you know this will be your last. the dog in the alley bit at your hand; the snake sat upon your chest hissed, and sunk it's teeth into your skin.

it's like a lightning strike that courses through you, your fingers immediately numbing just as you lose feeling up through your legs. a new bite is lodged in your wrist, as well as another near the first, lodging itself in your neck and rendering your airways entirely useless.

your mouth falls open, an apology to coriolanus for failing him on the tip of your tongue. but as the snakes lick venomously at your open wounds and lull you to sleep, the wheeze that leaves your lips to join the whispers of the dead; is an apology to wovey.

coriolanus pales — as though he's the one having the life drained right out of him and not you — as dr. gaul's mouth shuts the moment the bite meets your skin.

with the blood loss already having half killed you, you find that this final twist of the knife doesn't hurt as much as you might've once feared.

he can't help but watch as you die, as the breath of someone he might have loved runs out; as you leave him all alone, and drag the only warmth in his heart he had left, down to the grave with you.

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a/n. .....i know people wanted a happy ending but i just couldn't help it... if you need something to comfort you after reading this i also have this coryo fic that's purely fluff + i have some lucy gray & sejanus fluff fics on my blog ♡

though putting it out there, if people want an alternative ending where reader lives i'm willing to write that too ♡♡ (there's a good chance i might do that anyway since even just writing this made me sad!)

@alohastitch0626, tagging you because you also asked for a part two!

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg x reader #❤︎ — the mockingjay sings

[hp-hcs]

(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 9 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

wanna get a coffee? — post-war! theodore nott x male! reader

technically gender neutral, but goddamnit i never get any mlm theo nott shit and i n e e d

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after the war, everyone tried to go back to some sense of normalcy

obviously that doesn’t work perfectly

the former junior death eaters are ostracized by the wizarding world

like, getting hexed in the middle of diagon alley and sent howler death threats kind of ostracized

they all have their trials

the jury is decidedly not impartial

harry and crew™ manage to talk down all of their sentences

neither pansy nor blaise took the mark, so their sentences are six weeks in azkaban, loss of their wands for five years, and exile from the wizarding world for the same amount of time

draco and theo both took the mark, but it was deemed that it was taken under pressure and with threats against their loved ones

theodore nott received two years in azkaban, and a loss of both his wand and access to the wizarding world for five years

draco malfoy received five years in azkaban, but was released on parole after just a year and a half. his wand was confiscated indefinitely, and he was barred from the wizarding world for…..you guessed it, five years

for you as well, the war sent your life into upheaval

you had wanted to be an auror for most of your childhood, but that dream died with the war

now you work at florean fortescue’s ice cream parlor

you actually really enjoy it, although florean jr.—the owner and son of the original florean—is quite the jumpy and skittish man

nobody knows the details of what happened to him nor his father during the war, and nobody wants to ask

you love talking to the kids that come in, and they absolutely adore you

you patiently answer all their questions. everything from how you got a certain scar to why witches and wizards no longer use quills

you help some of the older kids who’ve come down from hogwarts for a weekend trip with their homework

your old classmates sometimes stop in, and whenever you make eye contact, you both always nod your head towards each other in acknowledgment. it’s a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes

you’d been serving up ice cream to fleur weasley’s three (!!! when had that happened??) children when a familiar group walked in

you can confidently say that you’d never seen that group of slytherins ever look like that

draco malfoy was tanner now, with a sunburnt nose and washed-out blue hair. he wore a muggle wife-beater and patterned swim trunks, and looked like he nowadays spent more time outside than not. he still walked with his shoulders hunched forward, like he was trying to make himself shorter, but his eyes were bright and he no longer had that pinched, anxious look that he’d always had at hogwarts

blaise zabini now has his (their?) ears pierced with large, shiny diamond studs. he (they?) wore sparkly eyeshadow, which seemed to lessen the ever-present severely stern look that seemed permanently etched into his (their?) face

pansy parkinson! pansy looked like a goddamn model now (as if she didn’t already), with that eye for designer wear that she’s always had. she actually smiled now, and looked more relaxed than you’d ever seen her before

but theodore nott must’ve been the biggest change

the first thing you noticed was that he’d grown out his hair, long enough now that he kept it up in a messy bun

then you noticed that his fingers and nails were no longer stained black with tobacco the way they always had been when you’d gone to school together

fleur’s voice brought you back from your reverie, and you hurriedly gave her back her change, apologizing profusely

your cheeks burned when florean jr. chastised you for not paying attention while on the clock

you kept your gaze down, reorganizing an already perfectly fine display, just so you wouldn’t have to look up and embarrass yourself further

“oh, hey y/n. i didn’t know you worked here”

well so much for that plan

“yeah. how’s it going, theo?”

“eh, y’know. perpetually tormented with nightmares and memories”

you laugh. acerbic humor is always objectively funny

“do you wanna like, go get a coffee or something, y/n? catch up, and all that? when your shift’s over, of course”

“sure! my shift actually just ended like ten minutes ago. have you been to the new coffeehouse right next to honeydukes?”

“nah, i was a little too busy, being in prison and all”

“you’ll love it. bertie bott expanded his company to make it. the shop’s called ‘bertie bott’s every flavor coffee bean’”

“that feels a little on the nose”

“it does, doesn’t it? c’mon though, let’s go get coffee”

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #these bitches gay good for them #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x male reader #he’s just so silly i love him

[aurora-starwars]

I just read your Ahsoka fic "actions speak louder then words" and I'm screaming I loved it sm omg

Anyway tho, could I request an Ahsoka x gender neutral or fem reader where they go out together or sum and someone's all over the reader and Ahsoka gets jealous and they end up confessing 🙏🙏

I’m so down bad for her 😭

Jealousy Is The Fear Of Comparison

Ahsoka x fem!reader

Word Count: 2281

Summary: Ahsoka gets jealous and ends ups confessing to reader

Warnings: Jealously? Men?

A/n: I absolutely love this request! Thank you so much! And thank you for requesting! <3333

Master-list

“I didn’t know how truly beautiful it was here.”

Ahsoka looked out in awe of the tall city surrounded by even taller snowy mountains. Ahsoka had never been on Alderaan, not knowing what to expect, she was more than pleasantly surprised.

“Oh yes, I love when stone reaches out of the ground, how unique!” [Name] teased, earning a weak elbow in her side.

“Shush. I’ve never been here before, and honestly I would like to be here more. Nice people, beautiful setting, sign me up.” Ahsoka smiled out at the mountains again before turning back to her best friend, [Name].

“We should go. Gotta make sure those supplies get delivered!”

[Name] only nodded and smiled in agreement before racing off with Ahsoka. The two were on Alderaan to deliver supplies to the people, a job of which was getting more and more dangerous as the war waned on. As the separatists got stronger and consequently, more annoying, they favoured getting in the way of Republic business, which unfortunately including moving necessary supplies to planets in the Republic. [Name] and Ahsoka were sent to overlook the shipments in place of a Jedi Knight.

“How is the delivery going General?” [Name] asked.

“All is as it should be. Great work, you two!” General Organa smiled, looking over the two girls.

From just behind General Bail Organa came a man and what appeared to be his son. The boy appeared to be their age, and had a friendly, inviting smile on his face. The two smiled warmly at the general and two girls.

“General.” The man and the boy nodded at General Organa.

“Ah yes. Ahsoka and [Name], this is Lieutenant Khoan Brimen,” He gestured to the man.

“-and his son, Tannor Brimen.”

Tanner reached his hand out to shake, a soft smile on his face.

“Hello, Ahsoka.” He said as he shook her hand, she smiled and nodded back.

“And hello to you too, [Name].” He said with a smile, but instead of shaking her hand like he did with Ahsoka, he grasped her hand and brought it up to his lips looking right in [Name]’s eyes.

A crimson blush spread quickly over [Name]’s cheeks. Shaking her head to hide, she smiled and said a quick hello back, a wave of embarrassment and discomfort washing over her. Ahsoka didn’t miss a thing, watching the whole endeavour she didn’t know what to do with herself, nor of what just happened.

“Alright,” General Organa smiled. “Why don’t you three go inside and get some food, it’s been a long day.”

As the three walked to the dining room, it became quickly apparent to Ahsoka the order of which they were walking. [Name] was sandwiched between Ahsoka and Tanner, leaving room for both parties to interact with [Name] easily.

“How long have you been here?” Tanner asked, looking directly at [Name].

“We haven’t been here very long, only a few hours.” [Name] smiled in Tanners direction quickly before looking forwards again.

“We shouldn’t be here very long, we have important Jedi things to attend to back on Coruscant.” Ahsoka stated shortly, not sparing a glance towards the boy on [Name]’s right.

“Well, you two are welcome to stay as long as you would like.” He said before looking at [Name] again, “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more.” He winked the continued forwards. It was only a few moments more before they had made it to the dining room.

It was an open room with plenty of space for all that would visit on business. They had an open bar and what looks to be a buffet. [Name] and Ahsoka made eye contact before making a beeline to the buffet. They tried to have some casualty as they made their way there, but ultimately failed.

The buffet, as they found, had a range from bubbling soup bowls to rare meats native to Alderaan. Ahsoka and [Name] tried to get a little bit of everything, a challenging feat due to the sheer amount of food there was in front of them.

They soon had their plates and were about to find a table when Tanner waved them over.

“Hungry?” Tanner laughed, he’d never seen such an eagerness to the food on his home planet, they were not known for their food.

“Not particularly, we’ve just never had this many options.” [Name] answered politely.

It was true, at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant they had majority of the same thing every day. Though it was for the most part enjoyable, many of the Jedi Padawans were anxious to try something new. [Name] and Ahsoka included.

“[Name], I have to say, “ Tanner started before looking down at the table as if he was shy.

“You really caught my eye when you landed.” Tanner finished looking directly in [Name]’s eyes, catching her off guard.

“Oh, was it the lightsaber? I didn’t really think they were that on display. If they were intimidating, I really do apologize. That was never my intent.”

“You could never intimidate me. Fear your beauty? Maybe. But you, no. You’re too kind.” He smiled, a taken look in his eye as he rested his hand over [Name]’s.

All Ahsoka could do was roll her eyes as he openly flirted with her best friend. Ahsoka hadn’t thought too much about it, being that it was [Name], how could one willingly look away from her. But all of the longing looks, continuous touches and blatant flirting was proof enough that this was a more than a small crush for Tanner. Tanner was truly taken with [Name]. Something about him didn’t sit right with Ahsoka, didn’t like the way he was flirting with her best friend.

“You are too kind, but thank you, really. Tell me, what do you do with your free time?” [Name] replied.

It took all of Ahsoka to keep from clenching her fist. Why was [Name] buying into it? Why was his hand still on [Name]’s?

“That’s a good question,” Tanner’s mouth moved into a toothy grin that made Ahsoka uncomfortable. Why did he look like [Name] just fell into his trap?

“-well, you see, I do a lot of volunteer work here on Alderaan, I like helping the people. And since my dad is a lieutenant, it makes it easy for me to help in many places. But I suppose in my free time I like to play Sabacc with my dad.” Tanner smiled what seemed to be a genuine smile, looking right at [Name] again.

“My favourite thing to do though, is hike.” Tanner smiled rather wide.

“I can imagine the hiking trails around here are quite nice.” [Name] commented, seemingly missing the emotion in the look Tanner was giving her.

Ahsoka, on the other hand, did not. In fact, from the moment that they sat down at the table, she had been noticing every look and touch that would pass between the two. And although mostly one-sided, she didn’t miss the smiles [Name] was giving. What was happening? Why were they so close all of a sudden? It seemed like it was only a few years ago that Ahsoka and [Name] were younglings training together every day. Eat, sleep, train; all in the same group. The two were inseparable. Sharing a cot, trading lightsabers every few days to mess with the Jedi Masters, holding hands as they walked. It all seems so long ago.

As Ahsoka watches the two converse, an unpleasant emotion bubbles in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that causes Ahsoka to lose her appetite. Pushing her plate away, she rests her head in the palm of her hand as she looks out on Alderaan, still listening to the two behind her.

“Yeah, that was the best hiking trip yet!” Tanner laughed as he finished his story.

“Seems like it! I don’t think I have ever had even close to that much fun on a hiking trip!” [Name] laughed, holding her belly from the pain.

“You should come on a hike with me sometime!” Tanner proposed.

“I might have too! From your stories, they sound like fun!” [Name] smiled again before turning to Ahsoka, consequently moving her hand from under Tanner’s, wondering where she had been in the last few conversations.

As [Name] was about to say something, Tanner started, pulling [Name]’s attention from Ahsoka back on to him.

“Your hair is very beautiful, could I touch it?” Before she could answer, Tanner was already running his hands through [Name]’s beautiful [H/c] hair.

Although Ahsoka was still looking away, she could hear everything perfectly. The sound of Tanners question to the sound of his hands in [Name]’s hair. At this point, she was fed up with his forwardness and fondness with [Name]. How dare he put his hands in [Name]’s hair. Hair that she was all too familiar with. From as long as she could remember to now, Ahsoka has always been the one to braid her hair, apart from maybe Master Kenobi. In the morning and at night, Ahsoka would run her hands through [Name]’s hair at her request before carefully braiding it. Ahsoka felt as if her heart hurt from this wave of nostalgia. Ahsoka was lucky when she heard from both her and [Name]’s com-links that it was time for them to leave.

Ahsoka looked up at [Name] to find her already looking back, the look on her face unclear. They both quickly shared a look of understanding before quickly replying to the com.

On the way back, Tanner was making small talk with what seemed to be the two of them, although Ahsoka was uninterested in conversing with him. As they made it to the ship they started on their goodbyes. General Organa thanking them dearly, sharing a hug with [Name] before they started up the ramp.

“Wait!” Tanner quickly called out.

“Tanner? What is it?” [Name] asked, concerned.

“Just this.” Tanner answered before pulling her in for a really quick kiss on the cheek. He looked down and smiled before turning around and practically skipped back to his dad. [Name] stood there stunned. They all waved as they started to take off. It wasn’t until they were several klicks from the ground that [Name] came out of her apparent trance.

She walked around the small cargo ship until she found Ahsoka, which wasn’t hard as her presence in the force was overwhelming at the moment. Ahsoka was sat in the passenger seat practically seething. Her eyebrows knit tight, her shoulders tense and slumped, and her head facing the floor, seemingly in a staring contest with the ground.

“Hey Ahsoka? Are you alright? You seem upset and you were awfully quiet while we were in Alderaan.” [Name] eyebrows were knit in concentration as she tried to work out what was happening in her head, the feeling of Ahsoka’s frustration in the force was troubling.

Ahsoka took a deep breath through her nose, and tried to breathe out slowly but it came out as more of a huff. In a calm voice, Ahsoka spoke: “I am fine, [Name]. Don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I will worry about it! You’re my best friend!” [Name] argued, albeit weakly. Ahsoka was silent for a moment so [Name] took that as an opportunity to speak.

“Ahsoka, whatever is troubling you, I just want to help. I-” [Name] stopped herself, as if coming to a realization.

“Oh my force. You like him! I am so sorry Ahsoka!” [Name] paced in front of Ahsoka anxiously.

Ahsoka looked up quickly. “What, no.”

“Oh and he was talking to me the whole time.”

“[Name], stop.”

“I am such a horrible friend! How could I do this to you!”

Ahsoka grabbed [Name]’s shoulders, forcing [Name] to look in Ahsoka’s eyes.

“[Name], I don’t like Tanner. I like you.” [Name] went completely still. That was all it took. That was all it took to make [Name]’s world flip on itself. Ahsoka likes her. Ahsoka likes her. Ahsoka who she has been in love with since they were younglings. Ahsoka who would braid her hair everyday she could. Ahsoka who would hold her hand at meals and spend nights together talking under the stars. A warm feeling bubbled in [Name]’s stomach; not an unfamiliar one, but welcomed all the same.

“You like me?” That was all [Name] could manage out.

“Of course I like you, love you even.” That was all she had to say before [Name] was grinning from ear to ear.

“You like me!” [Name] exclaimed before pulling her best friend of forever into a kiss. A kiss that lasted a beat, but meant the universe to the two padawans. A kiss filled with unspoken words and promises. When they separated, the two were grinning like mad men.

“I am guessing you like me too?” Ahsoka asked sheepishly.

“Like you?” [Name] grasped Ahsoka’s hands into her own.

“Ahsoka, I love you. I have loved you since we were younglings.”

“But you and Tanner?”

“Tanner? Oh, Force, no. Never. We are just friends.”

“He didn’t seem to think so.” Ahsoka huffed, an amused look on her face, although a stroke of jealously flashed across her face.

“Oh yeah, like at the end where he played with my hair and then kissed my cheek.” [Name] shivered. “Yeah, I didn’t love that.”

“[N/N], he was flirting with you from the moment you two were introduced.”

“Oh.” [Name] grimaced.

“Also, what was that about him kissing your cheek?” Ahsoka glared at what [Name] could only imagine was where she thought Alderaan was.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You can kiss my cheek now, if you want. To replace it.” [Name] smirked. Ahsoka rolled her eyes before fulfilling her request and planting a soft kiss on [Name]’s cheek.

A/n: I hope you liked it! Feel free to request!<33333

Master-list

#ahsoka x reader #ahsoka needs a hug #i love ahsoka #ahsoka tano #star wars ahsoka #star wars fanfiction #star wars characters #clone wars ahsoka #clone wars #clone wars fanfiction #wlw #wlw fanfic #x reader #rebels ahsoka #obi wan and anakin #obi wan padawan #padawan #ahsoka x anakin #obi wan x reader #fluff #jealousy #sapphic #lesbian #x fem!reader #gay girls #ahsoka show #mandalorian ahsoka #tales of the jedi #tales of the jedi ahsoka #star wars x reader

[opalsrose]

The Ionian Mage

??? x gn! reader

Summary: In an attempt to return to your home, you escape from your captors, only to end up in Piltover, where you are requested to help two scientists improve their magic oriented inventions.

a/n: this has been a year in the making sjdbdjsj. i watched arcane last year and absolutely fell in love with the characters (minus silco) and have been reading up on league of legends lore. a shit ton of research has gone into this, which somehow made this a lot more fun. i hope you enjoy!

cw: mage reader, reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns, reader is not described with any gender specific language and (most) physical characteristics are kept vague, reader will be described with tanner/darker skin in future chapters, mentions of violence, slight canon divergence, potential suggestive content (i haven’t decided yet), slight discrimination (not necessarily racism but definitely some bigotry), let me know if there’s anything i missed

C.1- Sentencing

Piltover was a suffocating place. The concrete and metal of its buildings and streets were daunting and stuffy, lacking the life and passion that you were used to.

“Keep moving,” the enforcer commanded, yanking the robe covering your body.

You huffed through your nose, the sound quiet as you continued shuffling along with the group of guards guiding you through the city, the cuffs on your wrist clinking with every step. Still, you proceeded to take in your surroundings, observing the near mechanical city that you were traveling through. The cement of the street felt hot under your feet as you walked, the sun beaming down particularly hard at this time of day. Your eyes traveled along to gaze at the people on the sidewalk, looking on at you with either curious or distasteful eyes.

‘How stuffy they look,’ you thought, your orbs falling onto the tight clothing adorning each of their bodies. ‘It must be difficult to breathe in that.’

Your attention was brought elsewhere upon the enforcer in front of you stopping abruptly, your head turning to gawk at the large building in front of you. It looked regal, the golden accents and door glowing in the sunlight. The walls were a creamy white, like many of the other buildings there, but the building itself seemed to have an air of professionalism and reeked of politics.

Your wonder didn’t last for long however, as you were once again pulled forward, your captors not quite the patient types. You stumbled up the stairs, your feet scrambling to catch yourself from the fall you surely would’ve suffered. You were led into the building, the halls silent save for the soft sound of your feet smacking the ground as you padded through the building and the chains of your cuffs bumping against each other. After a series of twists and turns, you're faced with two large doors, accented with gold and painted white, much like the rest of the facility. On either side of the entrance stood two enforcers, their eyes regarding you with cold, calculating eyes. From the other side of the doors you could hear individuals talking, seemingly discussing something. Suddenly, a call sounded from inside the room, signaling the enforcers to open the doors, revealing nine people sitting at a long surface, curved in a crescent shape.

The enforcers that escorted you here pushed you in, causing you to trip over yourself as you moved further into the room. Once you stilled, the doors closed, a resounding thud echoing through the lofty space. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the windows scattered around the room.

“Mage of Ionia,” a nasally voice called out, your gaze turning to the owner of it. Your eyes met those of a small creature– a yordle, you realized–, his body covered in fur and most of his face being obscured by a comically oversized mustache with eyebrows to match. His eyes, crinkled with age, regarded you with kindness but held caution underneath. “I am Heimerdinger and this is the council. Please state your name so that we may proceed with your hearing,” he demanded.

“Are we even sure they can understand us? Seeing as Ionia separated itself from the rest of the world,” another council member called. His frame was long and skinny, blond hair slicked back as he peered at you with an unimpressed frown. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t even receive a proper education, what with the Ionians and their hippie-flower-magic nonsense–”

“I can understand you just fine,” you cut him off, your statement making him freeze in his seat, “And my people’s teachings are not to be mocked by those who lack the intelligence to comprehend them.”

His eyebrow twitched as he opened his mouth to retort when he was stopped by a different council member. “Stop it Salo. We have no time for your childish remarks,” a woman voiced. Her skin was fair and she had short, dark hair with a streak of white in the front.

Salo cleared his throat, straightening his coat and sitting back in his chair, but not before throwing a bitter glare your way.

“I apologize for my comrade’s comment, he is quite nervous seeing as you are a mage,” Heimerdinger stated, a tinge of hesitancy in his voice. That left a sour taste in your mouth. You forced yourself to hold back the angry comment that lied at the tip of your tongue, swallowing down the bitter frustration. “Now, your name please,” Heimerdinger asked once again.

“I am Y/N,” you voiced, your tone firm as you stared at the small yordle.

“Y/N,” he nodded, reaching forward to open a file that was sitting in front of him, “You were found on the outskirts of Piltover, performing magic, which is an illegal offense,” he droned on, any kindness within his eyes gone, having been replaced by disappointment and fear.

Your eyes narrowed at him, barely concealing your annoyance. “I performed magic when your guards attacked me. I was defending myself,” you grunted, eyeing the enforcer in the corner who had moved for the baton on their hip. You gulped. “Surely, you can see that I have done nothing wrong–”

“Nothing wro–! Three enforcers are in critical condition because of your uncontrollable Ionian blasphemy!” an old man with a thick, bushy beard shouted, “Magic is illegal for this exact reason! It’s too dangerous to be harnessed.”

You fingers twitched from within your bindings, wanting to shut the old man up. You refrained, however, giving him a menacing glare instead. It seemed to have worked, seeing as his face morphed from anger to fearful.

“Hoskel, please. Let’s at least be civilized and calm enough to come to a rational decision,” another woman spoke.

Your gaze darted to her, your breath catching in your throat. She was stunning, dark skin, telling of her Noxii heritage, accented by her gold makeup and jewelry. Her hair was a mass of twists held together with gold cuffs, pulled into an intricate bun at the top of her head. Her eyes met your own, a warm smile pulling at her plump lips as she regarded you. You quickly dropped your eyes to the floor, the cool tile suddenly much more interesting.

“Now, now,” Heimerdinger chimed, “This is a trial, everyone. Let us treat it as such,” he chastised. “While I am sure you are much more used to openly using your magic in Ionia, we in Piltover find it far too volatile to allow it to be used so freely without proper consequences.” His eyes were trained on your form, watching as you shook with what he assumed to be fury.

“He is right,” a muffled voice added. You turned your head to look at the owner, only to be met with the holes of some kind of mechanical person. “My people were nearly destroyed because of arcane magic. We cannot become lax with our laws because of an Ionian stowaway.”

“I say we put them in Stillwater with the rest of the miscreants,” Salo declared, a smug grin sweeping across his face.

“Now let’s not be too hasty. We still haven’t heard from our newly minted council member,” the Noxii council member spoke, her gaze turned to the young man sitting next to her.

His olive skin shone with sweat, his expression nervous as he surveyed you with curious eyes. He cleared his throat, fidgeting with his fingers before finally speaking. “I think it would be beneficial to the Hextech Project if we were to have a mage to advise us about arcane magic.”

Your gaze shot up at him as your orbs widened. A cacophony of disapproval rang throughout the room.

“You can’t possibly be serious–”

“They’re too dangerous to be walking around the city freely–”

“You’ve gotten on fine without a mage! Why would you need one now–”

“Enough!” the Noxii councilor shouted, her face stern. “We will hear Jayce out, seeing as Hextech has been what’s making our city thrive in recent years.” That seemed to have gotten the rest of the council to simmer down, most of them begrudgingly shutting their mouths.

“If we were to have a mage advising us, we could finally figure out the Hex Core. As well as, properly decipher the runes. We could improve Hextech immensely!” Jayce exclaimed, a bright smile on his face.

“While that is very brilliant, we must think of the safety of the people of Piltover. In my hundreds of years of life, I have seen the destruction magic has caused. It isn’t something to be played with,” Heimerdinger lamented, a deep frown painting his features. “We mustn’t let the want for progress blind us to the real dangers of the arcane–”

“You fail to see that magic is a natural order,” you grunted, lifting your head to face the yordle. “The reason you believe the arcane is dangerous is because people like you seek to control it. I have seen the wonders magic has done for me, for my people. All because we have chosen to live with it, not fight it or use it. You wish to punish me for being a mage, when you yourselves are wielding it for your own gain,” you asserted, your eyes catching the way Heimerdinger looked down in shame. “People like you are the reason why magic is seen as a threat,” you concluded bitterly.

“That’s exactly why we’re creating Hextech,” Jayce proclaimed, looking to you with a hopeful gaze, “We want to show people that magic isn’t evil, and that it could be extremely helpful in the lives of common folk.”

“Allowing those who have not been blessed by the arcane themselves to wield it is exactly why the “dangers” of magic exist. If the arcane wanted to gift magic to all, then it would have,” you vetoed.

“Y/N,” your focus on Jayce is broken when you turn to the Noxii councilor, “I understand your concerns about civilians using magic—,”

“No, you do not—,” you combat swiftly.

“But,” she stressed, her eyes narrowing, daring you to cut her off again. “Times have changed. And you would agree that change is a natural order, yes,” she smiled, her brown orbs holding a sly glint when she saw your gaze turn to the floor. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continued, “We are in the middle of an age of progress. The incorporation of arcane magic into people’s everyday lives might be exactly what we need to rid any fear of mages.” You looked to her, your eyes searching for anything insincere, anything untrustworthy, but you found nothing. She grinned hopefully, her eyes bright. “If you help us, we’ll be a step closer to making the world a better place for everyone. Including mages.”

You pondered on her words, letting them circle your brain as you searched for an answer.

Seeing your hesitancy, Jayce spoke up. “You’ll receive a full pardon if you agree to help us!” he rushed out, inciting another round of chaos amongst the council.

“Quiet!” shouted the yordle from the head of the table, effectively silencing everyone.

He turned to Jayce. “If you truly believe that they will be of great service to Hextech, then I am willing to put aside my beliefs to pursue this new age of science you’ve brought about.”

Jayce’s grin lit up the room, his excitement palpable. The rest of the council had reactions of varying types, most of which were anger and disappointment.

Your jaw was clenched as your eyes scanned the room before landing on the woman who put you in this position. Her own gaze met yours as a smirk spread across her lips.

Great.

#gender neutral reader #arcane fic #mel medarda x reader #jayce talis x reader #ekko x reader #viktor x reader #arcane x reader #x gender neutral reader

[tqmies]

Note to fanfic writers!

Hi, I just felt the need to talk about this because I’ve seen other POC mention it, but as a hispanic I wanted to give some thoughts too. 

I try to make my work as inclusive as possible, and I’m coming up a little short gender neutral readers, but I’m working on that so much! I always admit to my own faults, and I will try to be more gender inclusive from now on, as I know there is a lack of X gn reader out there.

The case in point that i wanted to bring up today though is race exclusivity. I’m a tanner skinned latina and when reading ff, I’m always thrown off by it saying that my face turned red? i always try to make sure i avoid key words like that, or saying that your hair blew in the wind, because not everyone has a thin long hair texture. 

i just can’t immerse myself when mc is complimented on her ‘pale skin’ or that their friend helps them simply ‘curl their hair’ like most of the time they’re deeming you with white people traits. 

I just think if you want readers to be more immersed, maybe don’t put things they can’t relate to in? keep it vague, because at some point it’s no longer a X Reader, that’s just an OC.

And this it not just a thing i’ve encountered in the k-writing community, it was present in the anime-ff community, and when i used to read book au’s. it’s all the same, everywhere. i just don’t see the fucking need to say i have blue eyes LMAOOO

#am i ranting for no reason #do other people care #AHHHHHHHH #i just can't relate half of the time #also im going to start doing all gn i think bc #i want ANYONE to be able to read it #i think thats important but some people probably dont gaf so

[make-me-imagine]

30 Day Writing Challenge Masterlist (September 2021)

Below are the links to all of the Days of my 30 Day Writing Challenge from September 2021.

*Words/Phrases next to the Day# is what the 'theme' of that day was.

**All are Gender Neutral Reader Inserts

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Day 1: Whump Evan Buckley x Reader Whump/Hurt/Comfort; Angst/Fluff

Day 2: Hand-Holding Newt Scamander x Reader Fluff

Day 3: Cloud/Stargazing Peter Hale x Reader Bit of Fluff, Bit of Angst/Comfort

Day 4: Nightmare Eliot Spencer x Reader Headcanons

Day 5: Soulmate AU Din Djarin x Reader Action, Angst, Fluff

Day 6: Picnic Goodnight Robicheaux x Reader Fluff/Cute

Day 7: "You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied." BJ Hunnicutt x Reader Fluff/Angst

Day 8: Fake Date/Partner Jack Daniels "Whiskey" x Reader Romance/Flirting/Jealousy/General *Part Two Coming soon

Day 9: Love Letter Steve Rogers x Reader Angst/Romance

Day 10: Flowers Mr. Darcy; Mr. Bingley; Edmund Bertram; Captain Frederick Wentworth x Reader Fluff Headcanons

Day 11: Stormy Night Poe Dameron x Reader Fluff/Comfort + Little Angst

Day 12: Childhood Sweethearts to Strangers to Lovers Leonard "Bones" McCoy x Reader Angst/Fluffish/Romance

Day 13: Secret Admirer Thorin Oakeshield x Reader Fluff/Romance

Day 14: Proposal John Sheppard x Reader Angst/Fluff

Day 15: Admission Chris Larabee x Reader; Vin Tanner x Reader; Ezra Standish x Reader; Buck Wilmington x Reader; Nathan Jackson x Reader; Josiah Sanchez x Reader; JD Dunne x Reader Headanons+Drabbles; fluff/romance/bit of angst.

Day 16: Bounty Din Djarin x Reader Action/Fluffish

Day 17: Huddles together to keep warm Eddie Brock x Reader Fluff/Cute

Day 18: "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see if you were okay." Spike x Reader Angst/Bit of whump/Comfort/Fluffish

Day 19: 'Flashback' Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Little Angst/General *Part Two Coming Soon

Day 20: 'Rescue' Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader Action/Angst/Fluff

Day 21: 'Meet-Cute' Cpt. Jonathan Archer x Reader Fluff *Part Two Coming Soon

Day 22: 'Ghost/Haunted' Dean Winchester x Reader Action/Angst

Day 23: 'Jealousy' Benjamin "Hawkeye" Pierce x Reader Angst/Fluff

Day 24: 'Lovers to Enemies/or/Enemies to Lovers Warren Worthington III "Angel" x Reader Angst/Action/Comfort/Fluff

Day 25: 'First Kiss' Headcanons: Merlin x Reader; Arthur x Reader; Gwaine x Reader; Lancelot x Reader; Percival x Reader. Fluff/Romance

Day 26: 'Oh my God there's only one bed' Napoleon Solo x Reader Fluff

Day 27: "I think I'm in love with you" Joshua Faraday x Reader Bit of Angst/Fluff

Day 28: 'Forbidden Love' Thranduil x Reader Romance/Bit of angst/General

Day 29: 'Hair playing/Braiding Thor x Reader Bit of angst/fluff/comfort

Day 30: Cinderella Malcolm Bright x Reader Action/Angst/Romance

#writing challenge masterlist #masterlist #evan buckley #newt scamander #peter hale #eliot spencer #din djarin #goodnight robicheaux #bj hunnicutt #jack daniels #agent whiskey #steve rogers #mr darcy #poe dameron #charles bingley #frederick wentworth #leonard mccoy #thorin #dean winchester #jonathan archer #elijah mikaelson #jack sparrow #eddie brock #hawkeye pierce #Warren Worthington #merlin #napoleon solo #joshua faraday #thor #malcolm bright

[sometimesiwritebadly]

Paintbrush (Spencer Reid x Artist!Reader)

Summary: You’re an artist in DC, and a serial killer has started using your artwork as inspiration for his murders.

Warnings: Mentions murder (duh) but doesn’t go into detail

Notes: This is way longer than I planned lol. I based the chaotic-artist vibe that the reader has going on the tiktoker @/artistkatiesmall so y’all can watch her tik toks if you like chaotic energy and paint as much as i do. Oh also I tried to keep this gender-neutral but if there are any pronouns in here that shouldn’t be let me know and I’ll fix it!! I use she/her so sometimes it just comes naturally and i don’t notice. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Masterlist

You were in your studio, listening to music as loud as physically possible. Your art studio is like a safe haven; the only place you feel completely yourself. Right now you’re working on your latest piece. Your art style is very “splattered paint that ends up looking like something”, which your mother had told you on multiple occasions. She had meant it as an insult, but you ended up taking the term and making it your own. She’s not wrong; you typically start your pieces by throwing some paint on a canvas and letting it take you somewhere. So here you are, slapping paint on a canvas and screaming the lyrics to your favorite song.

As the painting began to take form - you hadn’t decided what it would be yet, but you’re excited with what you have - you heard some pounding that didn’t match the beat of the song. Grabbing your phone, you turned down the music, and the pounding could be heard much more clearly now. “Y/N Y/L/N! FBI!” You quickly paused the music and rushed to the door. As you opened the door, your paintbrush (still covered in paint...oops) was tucked behind your ear. At your entrance was two men, one tall and skinny, and the other older with graying hair. “Y/N?” The younger of the two asked, his voice considerably softer than when he’d yelled through your door. You only nodded, and each of the men showed you their badges before the older of the two spoke.

“I’m SSA Rossi, and this is Dr. Reid, we’re with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Can we come in? We need to ask you a few questions.”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You opened the door wider now, allowing them both to step inside your small studio. “Um, sorry about the mess, I’m not exactly the most conventional artist.” You apologized. You would've offered them a seat, but you only had two chairs in the place, and they were both occupied by piles of your various art supplies. “What is this about?”

Dr. Reid held a file in his hands, which he passed over to you as he spoke. “Do you recognize any of these paintings?” You open the file to find 4 pictures of your own artwork; portraits of various different people. One short blonde woman, one ginger man with an impressive beard, and a hispanic woman with a pixie cut. 

“Yeah, I painted these a while back...Why does the FBI care about some random commission artwork?”

“Someone commissioned you to do these?” Dr. Reid spoke quickly, causing you to look away from the pictures and back towards him. “Uh, yeah. He calls me every once in a while and asks for weirdly specific portraits.”

“What do you mean, weirdly specific? You don’t base your work off of pictures?” SSA Rossi asked you.

“No, he’s never given me pictures to work from. He just describes the person he wants me to paint. Like about two weeks ago,” You paused as you walked over to your cluttered desk, and grabbed your notepad, which was still open to the page you’d jotted down your notes on, “He asked for a portrait of a short, Asian man with bleach blonde hair, dark eyes, and one pierced ear.” You handed the notepad to Dr. Reid, who scanned it quickly. 

“What’s his name?” He asked, before handing the notepad to his partner.

“Tanner. I don’t know his last name, he always pays with cash. What’d he do?”

The two men looked at each other briefly, before Dr. Reid spoke again, “We believe Tanner has been killing the people that you paint. He left the paintings at the crime scene.”

Your heart dropped. Not only had you been in constant contact with this psychopath, but you felt like you’d inadvertently helped him. You took his money, and he killed the people who looked like your paintings. 

“I know this is shocking, but have you painted anyone else for him?”

“Uh, no, this was the most rece-” You cut yourself off, remembering something from the last time you’d spoken with Tanner. “He bought a painting of me.”

“When?” Dr. Reid asked.

“When, uh, when he picked up the last painting. I had a self-portrait sitting over there that I'd done for fun. He asked if he could have it along with the other one, he paid me extra for it-”

“What day, Y/N?” Dr. Reid placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. You felt like you might pass out.

“3 days ago.”

Again, the two agents looked at each other, and their faces didn’t make you feel any better.

“Y/N, why don’t you come with us to the police station, you’ll be safe there.” You could only nod in response letting them lead you out of the studio. Before you exited, Dr. Reid grabbed the paintbrush from behind your ear, placing it on a table before you made your way out to the car.

~~~

Sitting in the police station was like torture. First of all, you were wearing your normal painting outfit: a paint-stained t-shirt an ex had left at your place, jeans that were so ripped up you could barely call them jeans anymore, and of course, socks and sandals. The cops were either completely ignoring your presence, or asking you the same questions you’d already answered dozens of times. One top of all that, they wouldn’t let you do anything besides sit and wait. You had managed to find a paper pad and a pen, so at least your doodling could help pass the time.

You’d been at the station for over an hour already, which meant your doodle was nearly perfect; you ended up drawing one of the agents, Dr. Reid. From where you were sitting, he was in clear sight, and one of the only people who was actually sitting still enough for you to draw. And, y’know, he’s the only person you want to look at long enough for you to draw. 

“Is that me?” His voice startled you; you’d been looking down at the paper and didn’t notice Dr. Reid coming towards you. You dropped the pen immediately, and moved the paper out of his sight.

“I’m sorry Doctor, I was just, y’know, bored and-” You tried to put together a sentence, but your embarrassment was getting the best of you.

“I don’t mind, I, um, think it’s kind of flattering. Can I see it?” Dr. Reid asked, and you reluctantly handed the paper over. You’d been an artist for so long, you were almost never nervous for people to see your work anymore; you have a very “if they like it, great! If they don’t, I don’t care,” kind of attitude when it comes to your artwork. But Dr. Reid was making you nervous. “You don’t have to call me Doctor by the way. Reid is fine. Or, uh, Spencer. You can call me Spencer.” He had a light blush on his face as he spoke, which calmed you a little bit. At least he’s just as nervous as you. Suddenly, as if he was snapped out of his train of thought, Spencer handed the paper back to you and cleared his throat before speaking. “We used the phone number you gave us to find Tanner, but he doesn’t have any listed addresses. Did you ever deliver paintings to him?” Behind him, another one of the agents who’d talked to you, Hotch, walked up.

“Um, no. I’d just call him whenever I finished a painting and he’d come to me.”

“Would you be willing to call him again?” Hotch asked. Your eyes widened at the idea. You’re already terrified at the notion that you may be a target for a serial killer, but calling him? Hotch must have noticed your fear, as he began to explain further, “We can track his location with a phone call, but we need some time to do it. If you’re the one speaking, he’ll probably stay on the line long enough for our technical analyst to find him.” 

You took a deep breath, before nodding slowly. “Y-yeah. I can do that. Can you guys give me a minute first? I need some air.” You didn’t wait for an answer before walking out of the police station. Once you got outside, walked to the end of the building and leaned against the side wall. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply. You couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility over those people’s deaths. Tanner had taken your artwork, your passion, and ruined it.

“Are you ok?” You looked up to find Spencer standing in front of you, hands in his pockets.

“Not really.” You played with your hands as you spoke, not making eye contact.

“You feel guilty, don’t you?” He asked, as he moved to lean against the wall next to you. 

“Shouldn’t you be inside? Y’know, you’ve got a serial killer to catch.”

“You know there are a lot of signs that someone feels guilty. Avoiding eye contact, changing the subject, lack of an appetite...I noticed you didn’t eat the snacks JJ got for you.” He was right, Agent Jareau had gotten you some snacks that you left untouched back in the station. When you didn’t say anything, Spencer continued, “Usually when I see people acting like this, they have good reason to be guilty. You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N.”

“I inspired him.” When you looked up at Spencer, he gave you a confused look. “When I saw him last, when he wanted to buy that painting of me, I asked him why. He said that my artwork inspires him. If...If I hadn’t painted those people, they could still be alive.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But there’s a possibility, isn’t there? You can’t say for sure that he would’ve killed them anyways, can you?”

Spencer was silent for a moment, confirming your fears. Eventually, he spoke up. “He may not have killed those exact people, He would’ve killed someone. He’s already killed before.” Your eyebrows shot up at this, so Spencer kept talking, “We think we can connect him to two murders from a few years ago. If he had never used your art as part of his signature, it would’ve taken us a lot longer to find him. He may have even gotten away with it all together.” Spencer’s words did give you a little relief. You still felt bad for the way your art had been used, but it was a good reminder that you weren’t the murderer. That Tanner’s actions had nothing to do with yours.

“Thank you.” Spencer nodded in response, giving you a small smile. “I guess I have a phone call to make.”

~~~ a week later ~~~

You were back in your studio, getting ready for a new painting. Just as you placed your canvas on the easel, there was a knock on the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to find Spencer Reid on the other side. “Spencer?”

“Hi.” There was an awkward moment of silence before Spencer spoke again. “I, uh, saw your mural. It’s beautiful.” A small smile formed on your face at the mention of the mural. After you helped the BAU catch Tanner, you reached out to the family of the victims. With their permission, you painted a mural that was put up at the memorial down the road. The mural had been featured on local DC news channels, which is probably how Spencer had seen it.

“Thank you. I probably wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for you.” As you spoke, you moved over so that Spencer could enter the studio space. “Back at the police station, I wanted to quit art. Figured I’d finally put that communications degree to use or something.” Spencer lightly laughed as you continued, “But you made me realize that I can still do something good with my art.”

“I’m glad.” Spencer paused, and took a deep breath, and a step towards you, “Do you, uh, think we could go get coffee sometime? I mean, it doesn’t have to be coffee, we could get tea, or um, lemonade, we could get lemon-”

“Spencer!” You cut him off, with a light laugh. You found his nerves to be both flattering and cute. “I’d love to get any beverage you’d like, as long as you’re there with me.” You ran your hands through your pockets, looking for the sharpie you’d had in your hand before you’d opened the door. “Where is…” you mumbled, looking down at your pockets. Suddenly, you felt Spencer’s hand at your ear, where he pulled down the sharpie you’d placed there.

“Looking for this?” He was now standing close enough to you that he only had to whisper. 

“Yeah” You responded, at the same volume he’d used. You took the sharpie from his hand, but before he could pull it away, you grabbed it and wrote down your phone number. When you finished, you looked up to Spencer’s face, which had turned pink. “Call me whenever.”

Neither you or Spencer said a word, you just stood there, staring at each other. You couldn’t help but try to memorize every feature of his face. Your staring contest was interrupted by Spencer’s phone dinging. He took a step back, much to your disappointment, and looked down at the text. “I, uh, I have to get to work. We have a new case.” You could tell he was disappointed too.

“Ok.” You whispered. Spencer looked at you for one more moment before he did what you least expected; before you even realized what was happening, his hand was wrapped around your waist and his lips were on yours. Your hands found their way to his collar, pulling him even closer to you.

You two didn’t pull apart until Spencer’s phone went off again. “You better call me.” You said, finally letting go of him.

“I will, promise.” Was the last thing he said to you before rushing off to work. When the door closed behind him, you turned to your blank canvas with a clear idea in mind. So you turned up the music, grabbed your paints, and began to put every detail of Spencer you could remember onto the canvas.

~~~

Notes: i’ll be honest idk how i feel about this ending lmao but i hope y’all liked it

Tags: @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @la-vie-en-amour1 @peculiarinsomniac

#spencer reid #spencer reid angst #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x gender neutral reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fic #david rossi #aaron hotchner

[kaetiesmindpalace]

Hey uhh if you’re still doing fic requests could you maybe do a tanner x gender neutral reader fic where the reader falls ill (maybe after the Fort Knox investigation 👀) and tanner gets really worried and takes care of them?? Only if you’re comfortable with the idea tho!!

OMG Yes I am still doing fic requests! I would love to do this one!

I'm currently working on a request someone sent in my messages, but once that is done I will get to work on this one!!!

#kaetie answers #destination fear #anon #tanner wiseman/reader #tanner wiseman #requests

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

My Tbosas fanfic masterlist!!

My requests are open!!!

Of course, my request list/rules:

Request rules and list

Coriolanus Snow:

Romantic headcanons with Gender neutral reader

Coriolanus comforts gender neutral reader who is a tribute

Crush headcanon with Plinth! Female reader

Coriolanus looking through District Twelve for female! reader

Spending time with gender neutral! reader at the lake near District Twelve

Hurt comfort headcanons with male! Victor! Reader

Fluff to hurt/comfort headcanons with male! Reader

Lucy Gray:

Comfort fic in the arena with gender neutral reader

Romantic headcanons with female reader

Romantic poly headcanons with shy! Gender neutral! reader (ft. Billy Taupe)

Romantic headcanons of Lucy Gray exploring the woods with female! reader

If you were a boy - Lucy Gray x Fem! Reader fic

I'll hide you in my poetry - Lucy Gray x Fem! Covey Member! Reader headcanon & small oneshot

Sejanus:

Basic romantic headcanon with female reader

Female reader comforts Sejanus while he's in District Twelve

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Snow! Reader romantic headcanons

Gender neutral reader angst with Sejanus after he's caught

Making peace with my inevitable death - Sejanus Plinth x fem! Reader romantic oneshot

Billy Taupe:

Romantic poly headcanons with shy! Gender neutral! reader (ft. Lucy Gray)

Mayfair:

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Jessup:

Jessup Diggs x Fem! Affectionate! Reader x Reaper Ash separate romantic headcanons

Reaper:

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Reader x Reaper Ash separate romantic headcanons

Jessup Diggs x Fem! Affectionate! Reader x Reaper Ash separate romantic headcanons

Basic romantic headcanons with gender neutral! reader

Fluff headcanons at a party with gender neutral! victor! reader

Are you sick of me? Would you like to be? - Reaper Ash x Fem! Crush Reader romantic crush headcanons

Dill:

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Coral:

Coral x Gender neutral! Reader romantic headcanons

Intermixed romantic headcanons with gender neutral! Reader within District Four and in the arena

Mizzen:

Platonic headcanons with Male! Reader

Treech:

Romantic headcanons with friendly! Gender neutral! Reader

Won't you stay with me, my darling? - Treech x Fem! Tribute! Reader romantic hurt comfort fic

How pretty it is, I think I'm in love - Treech/Tanner x gn! Reader separate romantic headcanons

Lamina

Romantic headcanons with friendly! Gender neutral! Reader

Clemensia:

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Tigris:

Basic romantic headcanons with female! reader

Dr. Gaul:

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Brandy

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Tanner

How pretty it is, I think I'm in love - Treech/Tanner x gn! Reader separate romantic headcanons

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This is all at the moment, there will be more added later when I get through the eight requests I have going already!!

Thank you all for your support, it's been very fun writing for this fandom!!

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[bakugous-abs]

My Love {Kirishima Eijirou x Reader}

Just a little thing I decided to get out because a really cute post I saw. Legit my uwu’s… were owoing. It was so cute. It was about how this man only called his wife 'My Love' even around their kid to the point the child was even calling their mother 'My Love'. This will be really short or super long I have no idea lol (Super long with 1919 words). The reader is gender neutral! -Bomb

At first, it was a forced friendship

The cute shark toothed spikey red-haired boy getting in everyone's business in class 1-a, determination glowing from his crimson eyes to be friends with everyone he stumbles upon. He succeeded in befriending the fiery hedgehog, and it was only a matter of time before he got you too

    It wasn’t to say that you were actively avoiding befriending your classmates, it was just the fact that you didn’t see a point in it all. Sure, having friends seemed like a good idea; being able to go out and hang out with close mutuals. But when it really came down to it, was it gonna be worth it?

    In almost every instance I could recall from my middle school and elementary years, once you moved schools or grew out of your childish antics with destroying figurines and Barbie dolls with your mother's lipstick or caking yourselves with mud fights till dawn, people moved on from you. They found new friends with new hobbies, as so did I. But after it happens so many times, it begins to seem like that’s all friendship gives you. Temporary relations with each other until one or the other gets bored and finds new people to pester and befriend

    It left me hurt. Thinking that was all I was gonna be offered when I bonded with the strangers I only knew as classmates. But after seeing Kirishima and Mina, finding out that they had been friends since middle schools and then Deku and Bakugou since elementary school, things changed

    It was a silent change that I dwelled on internally for nearly weeks before I finally started agreeing to go with Kirishima instead of allowing him to drag me wherever he pleased. A silent change that I slowly grew accustomed to when his smile would prod my own lips to curl ever so slightly. A silent change that I hardly knew would change my life forever

    Then, it was friendship

It started off slow, only being asked to hang out in the dorms occasionally with a few of his friends. Then it was hanging out outside of school. Partnering up to do projects. Making vine and meme filled group chats. Pestering Bakugou. Teaming up for hero work. And before I knew what hit me, I had found a family of dipshit weirdos I could call my own

And then feelings got involved…

Kirishima and I began to hang out on our own. Helping each other with work that the other didn’t understanding. Helping each other through problems neither of us understood. We started looking out for each other even more than we did for the others, able to just automatically tell when something was off with the other

We watched movies together in his room, throwing popcorn at the screen from across the main dorm room floor, leaving small smudges of butter sticking to it we would be forced by Aizawa-Sensei to clean off later, sending each other sheepish smiles to cover up our embarrassment that would leave my cheeks dusted with a rosy pink hue

But then the rosy pink hue started showing up more often. Whenever he smiled, it would appear in the lightest shade possible, leaving my palms sweaty. Whenever I saw him shirtless during training, watching his muscles ripple and move as they glossed over in a layer of sweat, glistening in the daytime light and evening sunset, I couldn’t but stare and feel the rosiness of my cheeks and nose worsen to a dark crimson, my entire body heating up

I began to notice the little things about him I'm sure other people never noticed. Like the way his teeth only seemed to get sharper as the years in Yuuei went by. The way his hair slowly grew longer in the back and his black roots began to pop out before they disappeared again the next day with his hands stained a light red. The way he only got broader and tanner that would make my palms sweaty. And how his B.O. took on a different scent…

And then it hit me like dump truck full of bricks. The rosy cheeks. The heated body and sweaty palms. The increased interest in everything that changed about him

I liked Kirishima Eijirou

I fell for Kirishima Eijirou… hard and without notice

And I was too oblivious to know that he did the same

Until the night of our graduation

The kids of 3-A, 3-B, General Studies, and the Support Department partied in the 3-A dorm till we were exhausted and peeling our clothes off from sweat, having a blast as we sipped punch from our solo cups, not allowed to have alcohol on school property. We broke down and danced on the homemade dance floor to childhood songs and new songs we played on the whim that they might be good. We played party games like we were elementary kids again before we were shoved right into the adult world. It was a great night… Great for everyone else anyway

My mind had nothing on it other than Kirishima. How he slipped away between classmates, hanging out with everyone else as it seemed like he was actively avoiding me. And to be honest I couldn’t complain, it’d be hypocritical of me as I had been ignoring him and avoiding him for nearly a week now when I couldn’t help but crave him a bit too much for my liking

He probably didn’t feel the same, is what I told myself. I avoided him to protect myself from being hurt unintentionally by something neither of us could control. And then once we get out of here within the following week I could avoid him for the rest of my life

But he had other plans once the party came to an end

He finally caught up to me and asked me if I was ok. I only said yes as to avoid him from worrying, but he kept pestering, wondering why I was avoiding him. I couldn’t avoid having him worry about me because he already was, wondering if he had done something wrong that made me want to separate myself from him

Our proximity only worsened the situation, as my bottled feelings and attraction to the male swam back to the top of my subconscious, and I cried

    I cried my eyes out, holding my hand over my mouth as I tried to hold in my sobs. His arms immediately found their way around my body as I apologized profusely, feeling bad for just avoiding him like that at the drop of a hat. I rested my forehead on his shoulder, letting the tears slide down my face as he cooed in my ear that it's going to be ok

    It took me nearly a whole five minutes to calm down enough to be coherent in my speech and to organize my thoughts. I relished myself in his scent as I let go of myself, curling my arms around his waist

    “Now can you tell me what’s wrong? Why you're crying?... Why you’ve been avoiding me?” His voice almost seemed to crack towards the end, like he might start crying too

    I immediately panicked, unable to stop myself before I blurted three words that would either get me made fun of, laughed at, loved for, or ignored for

    “I like you”

    I was surprised to feel him begin to laugh. My heart sunk in my chest as I just tightened my grip, feeling my body wanting to shake with sobs once more before he asked if that was all it was. I hesitantly nodded, explaining to him my fears and doubts about how I thought he wouldn’t like me back, considering all his options throughout the rest of the upperclassmen and even some of the older lowerclassmen. He sighed as a response

    I panicked once more when I was being pulled apart from him before I was swiftly kissed on the lips, feeling their rough texture against my own soft ones. I was so surprised I didn’t even react. But it wasn’t like I was given any time to when they were pulled away from me

    I was confused, giddy, and felt a bit silly all at once as he explained to me how he liked me as well, and how we both probably should have seen the signs earlier since it now seemed pretty obvious we liked each other when we thought about it

    He took my hand in his, leading me back toward the kitchen. “Now come, my love, let's get you some cold water to splash over your face to reduce your puffy eyes”

    And from then on, we were lovers

    It wasn’t long after when we shared our first ‘I love you’s’ on our 6th date to a nice fairy lit picnic spot in the park. And then, just four years later, we were engaged and married within six months

    He’s called my ‘My Love’ since that very first night when we both confessed our feelings and became each other’s. And he still calls me it now, with an adopted year and a half old child happy smiling while playing on the floor with his pro-hero father and I made dinner

    “My love, how much longer till dinner’s ready?” Eijirou called out to me, our son stopping his playing and staring at us curiously, looking back and forth between us

    “Not long Eiji. We just gotta wait for the Enchiladas to cool down. Promise.” I took the Enchiladas out of the oven and set them on the stove, smiling as I felt his body press against my back while taking off my oven mit and closing the oven door

    “I love you, (s/o).” he put his hands over my stomach and kissed my cheek, eyes closed as he filled it with love

    “I love you too Eiji.”

    “Mah wuv…” We both heard a gurgle and stopped what we were doing on the spot, wide eyes and open-mouthed as we stared at our son. We looked to each other before looking back to him

    “My love?” Eiji repeated him, an eyebrow quirked as his grip loosened around my body

    “Mah wuv!” He giggled, grabbing the toys in his hands and waving them around while looking right at us

    “Oh-Oh my god. HIS FIRST WORDS!” I screeched out, chortling and hopping up and down and covering my mouth my hands

    “I-I thought babies first words were supposed to be mama or dada?! He called you my love!” Eijirou was both confused yet happy at the same time, scooping up our son in his hands and smiling broadly, he giggled in his father’s arms

    “He never even heard mama or dada in his life. He’s only heard you call me ‘My Love’ and I call you Eiji. He’s heard you say it so many times he must have wanted to try it out himself”

    “He did a pretty damn good job with it too! My love!” He shouted your nickname, the baby repeating it the best he could

    The sight made you smile, happy tears brimming your eyes as you pressed your hand lightly over your mouth watching the sight. Hearing two of your most loved people in the damn universe calling you ‘My Love’ filling your heart with an overwhelming euphoria

    I couldn’t believe this. I was gonna have two people running around just calling me My Love. And I couldn't wait

#boku no hero #boku no hero academia #my academia #my hero #my hero academia #bnh #bnha #mha #bakugou #izuku #todoroki #kaminari #kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro #eijiro #eijiro x reader #red riot #red riot x reader #admin bomb

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Hello everyone I am ballad-of-birdy-lamb but you can call me Birdy! I used to be @Mystic-bumble but I accidentally deleted my account. 😭

I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Brave New World, 1984, and To Kill a Mockingbird!!!

The Hunger Games:

Katniss

Peeta

Johanna

Finnick

Annie

Cato

Clove

Thresh

Gale

Haymitch

Effie

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus

Lucy Gray

Sejanus

Billy Taupe

Mayfair

Jessup

Reaper

Dill (nothing romantic)

Coral

Mizzen (nothing romantic)

Treech

Lamina

Clemensia

Tigris

Dr. Gaul

Tanner

Brandy

Band of Brothers:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters in the show, not of the actual people. Also, please recommend more characters if I haven't already put them here)

Eugene Roe

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Richard Winters

Babe Heffron

Joe Liebgott

Bull Randleman

Joe Toye

Donald Malarkey

George Luz

William Guarnere

Wayne Sisk

Henry Jones

The Pacific:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters from the show, not the real people. Also please send in other names if they aren't already on the list, I forgot some of the characters)

Eugene Sledge

Snafu Shelton

Robert Leckie

Sidney Phillips

Chuckler Juergens

Hoosier Smith

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:

Ted

Ellen

Gorrister

AM

Brave New World:

John Savage

Lenina Crowne

Bernard Marx

1984:

Winston Smith

Julia

To Kill a Mockingbird:

Atticus Finch

Rules for asks:

You can do:

1-4 characters

Specify gender (I will choose gender neutral if I'm not given one)

Specify if platonic or romantic

Male reader

Female reader

Gender neutral reader

POC reader

Plus sized reader

LGBT reader

Disabled reader

Platonic

Romantic

X reader

Vs. Reader

Angst

Fluff

Hurt comfort

Yandere content

Polyamory

Headcanons

Oneshots

You cannot:

Ask for NSFW

No aged-up character scenarios (usually weird)

No adult x child (reader being either)

No extreme themes (r4pe, self-harm, pedophilia, zoophilia, etc.)

Ask for over four characters

Extreme gore (unless it is referenced in the fic)

character x character

Rules for following:

You can be:

POC

Disabled

LGBT

A minor

An adult (kinda iffy)

A lady

A man

Anything inbetween

Vegan

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Pro-palestine

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A ped0

A n4zi

Zoophile

Terf

Homophobic

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Racist

Misogynist

RCTA (race change to another. Y’all are broke Oli London 💀)

Proshipper

Pro-Israel

antisemitic

true crime enjoyer

Zionist

Etc (will add more as time goes on)

You can ask to add characters to the list if they are not already on here!

I will be trying to get my old fanbase back, so if you see any posts that seem copied that you have seen from @mystic-bumble, please know, that was my dumbass.

Thank you so much for reading this! Please ask in my inbox! I will be posting just shortly!

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[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons + Drabbles: How each of the Seven would admit their feelings to you

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 15 - 'Admission'

Pairings: Chris Larabee x Reader; Vin Tanner x Reader; Ezra Standish x Reader; Buck Wilmington x Reader; Nathan Jackson x Reader; Josiah Sanchez x Reader; and JD Dunne x Reader. <All Gender Neutral Reader Inserts.

Warnings: Brief mentions of drinking/alcohol; and brief mentions of blood/wound, gunfire.

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000 Requested Taglist: @techssexythighs, @hybrid-omegaverse, @spuffyfan394

*All gifs were made by me on giphy

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Chris Larabee:

Chris was stubborn. He knew he had feelings for you, but he fought against it.

He was too afraid to love again, to move on, to possibly lose you, just like he lost his family.

But no matter how often he tried to ignore these feelings, they would always climb back up.

He convinced himself that he would live with it forever. That he would suffer with it, and never tell you.

Until one day, when he had to watch as a small spark seemed to rekindle between you and an old flame.

He had returned to town, the man you had dated when you were younger.

As Chris watched you walk around with him, smiling and laughing, he couldn’t stop the jealousy and anger that rose through him.

The scowl on his face was more prominent than usual, that even the others couldn’t fail to notice.

And the way Chris scoffed as you laughed at one of the mans stupid jokes told them all they needed to know.

Buck could see the war raging on inside Chris, and was the only one brave enough to confront him about it.

“We can all see how you feel about Y/n, Chris. And no matter what you tell yourself, it’s not wrong. You have every right to be happy again. But, you might just lose them to another man if you don’t speak up. And I can promise you, that that will feel a hell of a lot worse than just ignoring it forever.”

Chris would tell Buck to stay out of it, but the usual bite behind his words failed to come through, and Buck could see that he got to him.

The boys weren’t the only ones to notice Chris’s change in behavior. You did too. And when you asked him about it, he brushed you off. A little more rudely than he meant too.

After finally getting fed up with himself, he would find you later in the evening, sitting out in the field where he often spotted you.

“I thought I might find you out here.” He said as he walked over to you. You smiled up at him in greeting, as he sat down on the grass beside you “I wanted to say sorry, about how I acted before. I know you were just checking on me.” He spoke with a soft voice, one people didn’t hear too often.

“It’s alright Chris.” You said with a soft smile, before looking off into the distance again.

Chris could tell that it was you who had something weighing heavily on your mind now “What’s wrong Y/n?” He’d ask as he watched you closely.

You stayed quiet for a moment before speaking softly “He asked me to leave with him.”

Chris felt his gut clench as you said this and tried to fight back the anger and jealousy. He looked down at his hands as he played with a piece of grass “And? Are you gonna go?”

You could hear the strain behind his voice, the unspoken feelings peaking though, and you couldn’t help but feel hope that he felt as you did. “I don’t know. Should I?” You asked.

Chris looked up and met your eyes, somewhat surprised by your question. As you looked at him, he saw it behind your eyes. You knew how he felt. And you were asking him to tell you to stay.

A soft smile fell across his face, almost shy in a way “No. You shouldn’t.” He shook his head lightly.

“Then what should I do?” You asked softly, cautiously.

Chris almost hesitated, but the hope behind your eyes stopped him. Told him what he needed to do, for both of you.

“You should stay here...You should stay with me.” He said, finally admitting what he really wanted.

A soft small was now forming on your face, and Chris paired it with his own “Is that what you really want Chris?” You asked once more.

He nodded his head as he brought up his hand, moving a stray piece of hair from your face, his eyes meeting yours once more “Yes. It's all I want.”

- - -

Vin Tanner:

Vin is on the shyer, more reserved side.

So though he is entirely aware that he has feelings for you, he is just unsure of how to express them in the way he wants to.

Part of it, of course, is the fear that you might reject him.

Though he is a smart man, he is a bit oblivious to your feelings for him; which are obvious to the other boys.

But, to Vin’s credit; you were a bit oblivious to his feelings towards you too.

Vin kept trying to plan different ways to confess to you how he felt, but every time the moment came up, he panicked and kept quiet.

Planning again, he invited you out with him when he was going scouting around the area.

He knew how much you liked to go riding.

You walked barefoot through the small stream you had come across in the shady area of trees. The horses drank nearby as Vin sat at the edge of the stream watching you, a fond smile on his face as you splashed around, cooling off.

Turning around, you caught him watching you and smiled at him. His heart fluttered as you did so. You walked a bit closer to him “Don’t you want to cool off too? It’s hot today.”

Vin shook his head “Nah, I’m alright out here.”

“Come on Vin.” You began, amusement lingering in your voice “You’re wearing like four layers of clothes.” Vin chuckled as you playfully ridiculed him. “You should cool down before you get heat stroke.” You said as you kicked some water at him playfully, barely splashing him.

“Hey now.” Vin said as he jumped back a bit, laughing as you did so “Don’t threaten me.” He said as he pointed at you, a grin on his face.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You asked with a grin.

Vin stood up as he looked at the water and then at you, you kicked the water again and splashed him, a laugh bubbling out as you did so.

“Okay, you-” He began as he stepped into the water, making his way towards you.

You stepped back in surprise having not expected him to react so quickly. You moved to run from him as he reached down and splashed water at you, making you let out a gasp. Getting to you before you could escape, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him with a laugh.

You splashed more water at him before he could grab your arms and stop you, but as he did so, he pulled you closer to him. You locked eyes as your faces were barely an inch apart, and as you let out a small giggle, your noses brushed.

You both went silent and nearly still as you realized how close you were to one another. Vin couldn’t stop himself from gazing at your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. You smiled lightly at him and he felt his chest tighten.

“You’re beautiful.” He suddenly muttered out, catching himself by surprise.

You were surprised as well, but didn’t show it as much as you showed the delight you felt. Your mouth widening into a smile. Vin let out a nervous chuckle before he decided that this was finally the moment, whether he expected it or not.

His eyes flicked to your lips again, and this time he leaned a little closer. Glancing back at you eyes for a moment, he found nothing but acceptance and happiness, which he was sure matched his own.

Leaning the rest of the way in, he pressed his lips to yours, his hands leaving your arms and wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him.

You planted one of your hands on his chest, and brought the other to his face as you leaned into the kiss. Relieved that your feelings for one another were finally expressed.

- - -

Ezra Standish:

The second Ezra realized he had feelings for you, he had a moment of 'Wait a second.'

He wasn’t opposed to it, nor entirely surprised.

You challenged him in every way and he admired you for that, and found it quite attractive.

He was also grateful for your ability to call him out on his crap. The others did this as well, but it always felt different coming from you.

So no, he wasn’t really that surprised at all.

Ezra and you always had sarcastic banter with each other, so as soon as he really figured out he liked you as more than a friend, he amped it up a bit.

But much to his chagrin, you didn’t really seem to notice the change from friendly sarcasm, to flirting.

He wasn’t really sure how to just come right out and say it; even after the not so helpful tips from Buck.

So he wallowed in his annoyance towards himself with a drink or two.

But, when he saw you enter the saloon, followed quite closely by a man he did not recognize, he perked up in his seat.

You were clearly annoyed by the man's presence, similar to that of a mosquito buzzing around your head.

So, he watched for a few moments before choosing the right time to come to your rescue, so to speak.

You tapped your fingers rhythmically on the bar as the man continued to talk about himself. He was just passing through town, but wanted to stop for the night. And unfortunately for you, he spotted you as you walked through town, and has been following you ever since.

The man sat at the bench next to you, chattering about who knows what. Just as he began to make some flirty remark and lean a bit closer to you, you were surprised by a figure pushing in between you, blocking you from the man’s view.

“There you are darling, I’ve been wondering where you got to.” Ezra’s smooth voice said as he interrupted the man.

As you met Ezra’s eyes you saw the small smirk on his lips as he turned his head back towards the man “Oh, excuse me sir, was I interrupting? “

The man looked at Ezra, and was about to say something, but seeing something behind Ezra's eyes he backed off a bit “Uh, no, just-” The man stopped before looking around him and at you “Just wanted to thank you for your kindness.”

You gave him a curt nod “Don’t mention it.” Your voice was stale as the man nodded once more and left, sparing a couple more glances back at the two of you as he did so.

“Weasel” Ezra muttered under his breath as he watched the man go. And as he looked back at you, seeing the smile on your face he gave you an innocent look “What?”

You giggled slightly, making a proud smile cross his face. “Thank you.” You said “I was a few moments away from shooting him.” You said with a joke, making Ezra chuckle lightly.

“Don’t mention it. I was surprised at first to see you enter with him, but, after seeing the scowl on your face I figured his attention was unwanted.”

“I was hoping it was obvious to him.” You said matter-of-factly. You thought about what he said for a moment before looking back at him “Why were you surprised?” The man was not unattractive in any aspect, but his personality is what made him unappealing. So you were curious as to why Ezra would be surprised.

Ezra opened and closed his mouth a few times as he thought to himself “Well, I just had never seen the man before. And it’s not as if you often...go around with..other gentlemen.”

‘“Other gentlemen? You mean other people than you?” You asked somewhat amused.

Ezra felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips before shrugging a bit “Perhaps.”

You thought he might be joking, but something behind his eyes told you differently. But Ezra noticed the smile on your face falter a bit, and he wondered what he had done.

“You should be careful Ezra, you might make me think you were jealous.” You said with a small smile, though, he saw it falter again for a moment.

Did you think he was toying with you? He felt his chest clench a bit before he leaned just a little closer “What if I was?”

Your eyes snapped to meet his, and you expected to see amusement behind them, as he made another joke. But all you found was a sincere gaze as he looked at you.

You almost didn’t believe it. “Are you saying you were jealous, Ezra?”

“Well...for the moment I thought you were with him, rather than trying to run from him...Yes, I was.” he admitted, a smile forming on his face “Why are you surprised? I thought my feelings and intentions might be obvious to you at this point, but…” He trailed off for a moment. “But, you always thought I was joking, didn't you?”

You almost felt guilty, nodding slightly “I never thought you were being serious.” You admitted.

Ezra nodded again, letting out a dry chuckle “Maybe that was my fault. But I have felt myself, adoring you, quite ardently recently. But, I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.”

You smiled at him, making his eyes gleam a little brighter. “Well, you’re not doing that bad of a job right now.”

Ezra smiled at you as he leaned a bit closer “Then I suppose I should continue.”

- - -

Buck Wilmington:

Buck is as straightforward as they come.

But, this works against him at times, especially since he has flirted with you since the moment you met.

And at first, once he got past the initial flirting, you became good friends.

Since Buck flirts with a majority of the people he meets, you never took him seriously.

So, When Buck developed honest-to-God feelings for you, you couldn’t tell the difference, except that maybe he flirted more often.

This annoyed Buck to no end, and he knew it was entirely his fault.

So he decided to change it up a bit and be more romantic in his flirting, more sincere.

But this backfired tremendously.

For he had not realized you took it the wrong way.

“Y/n, looking as lovely as ever.” He said as he pulled out a small bundle of flowers and handed them to you.

Your heart fluttered in your chest when he did this, but it was replaced by suspicion immediately. “What is it?” You asked, your voice full of suspicion and annoyance.

Buck seemed to malfunction for a moment as his face went blank before his eyes flicked between the flower and your face a few times. “It’s...they're flowers?” He said slowly, unsure of exactly why you were confused.

The genuine confusion on his face made you let out a sharp laugh “No, Buck, I’m asking what you want.”

“Oh-” He let out a laugh “Well what do you mean? I’m just saying hello.”

You squinted at him clearly unconvinced “You've never just brought me a flower and told me I was lovely, so really Buck, what is it you want?”

Buck was almost hurt by your sheer refusal to believe him, but he knew it was his fault. So, playing on it, he took a step closer to you “Alright, I’ll tell you what I want.” He paused for a moment before smiling “I’d like to take you on a date.”

You blinked a few times, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. You wanted him to be serious, you wanted the flirting to be genuine, but you honestly just did not know with him, and it had really begun to play with your heart.

Handing the flowers back to him he took them reluctantly, giving you a confused and almost hurt look “Try again when you’re serious Buck.” You said before walking away from him.

You really thought he was just toying with you, setting you up with flirting and jokes just to let you down. Buck felt his heart clench at the thought, but he knew he couldn’t give up. Moving quickly, he caught up to you, stepping in front of you and stopping you. He placed his hands on your arms and stared down at you “Y/n.”

The seriousness in his tone made you stop “I understand why you don’t think I am being honest with you. But I can assure you, I have never been more serious. I have not looked, flirted, or been with anyone since I came to the realization that I am absolutely head over heels for you.” He could see the surprise and realization come over your face as he smiled warmly down at you “I promise you Y/n. Anything I have said to you over the last few weeks has been true, every word. I’m not playin’ any games with you.”

It took you a moment to find your voice again, the sheer amount of emotion in Bucks eyes as he stared down at you leaving you speechless. Swallowing, you spoke, your voice quiet “Promise?” You asked, almost shyly.

Buck’s smile widened a bit as he nodded, handing you back the flower “I promise.”

Taking the flowers from him again, a smile spread across your face. Buck moved to stand behind you, putting his arm out for you to take “Now how ‘bout that date?” You smiled up at him before looping your arm around his and nodding your head a bit, letting him lead you.

- - -

Nathan Jackson:

Nathan was aware of his feelings for you from the beginning.

And the sweetheart that he is, is hopeless when it comes to confessing.

From the fear of you rejecting him, or explaining himself poorly, to the fear of other people possibly disapproving of your relationship, he was hopeless.

The other’s tried to give him tips, but none of the things they told him to do, were “him”.

He wanted it to be natural, not scripted, but he was never quite sure of the right moment.

For some time, he was afraid the right moment might never come.

Buuut, luckily for him it did. Just not in the way he necessarily wanted it to start.

“Nathan!” Chris yelled, trying to get his attention as he held you up.

After some men came into town causing trouble, the seven, along with your help got rid of them. But as most things, it turned into a big firefight, and you got caught in some of the crossfire, and now had a bullet in your shoulder.

As Nathan ran over to Chris, his eyes landed on you. Your face was screwed up into a pained scowl, and he felt his heart drop. “Y/n!” He said as he ran over to you.

“Hey Nathan.” You said as he started to look at your shoulder.

“That bullet’s still in there. Come on.” Before you knew it, he was taking you from Chris and carrying you in his arms towards his office.

His heart was beating rapidly as he panicked, his mind running through everything he needed to do to make sure you were gonna be alright. And the entire time he was getting the bullet out and cleaning your wound, his heart never stopped racing. Not until you were completely bandaged up and sitting up with a smile on your face. You were still tired from the blood-loss, but you were going to be alright.

“Here you go.” Nathan said as he handed you some water.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile, taking it gratefully. “I didn’t give you too much trouble did I?” You asked with a hint of amusement.

He smiled at you and shook his head “I have to admit it’s always harder when it’s someone you care about.” He admitted.

“But you always work a lot harder.” You countered.

He chuckled. “That is true. But I much prefer not having to do it, sooo.”

“Sooo.” You continued.

He leaned forward and placed his hand on yours “So. Please don’t do it again. I hated seeing you hurt like that.”

You smiled softly at him, your heart racing a bit faster as his hand gripped your own “I promise.”

You had feelings for Nathan for a while now, and part of you was sure he felt the same, but you never knew why he wouldn’t express it. Though, you had to criticize yourself too, you never did anything about it either.

But as his hand sat on yours you felt as though he was, in his own way, trying to show you. So, giving him a bit of a hand, so to speak. You turned your hand over so your palm was up, and linked your fingers through his.

Nathan glanced down at your hand as you did this, and he smiled before meeting your eyes again. Closing his fingers so he would be holding your hand in his he kept his eyes locked on yours. And as you smiled at each other, you both knew now, in your own silent confession, how you both felt.

- - -

Josiah Sanchez:

Josiah is a man who often thinks himself unworthy of things like love and affection; redemption and happiness.

So, when he felt himself falling for someone like you, he thought he was not worthy of such a connection.

So he buried it down, and tried to ignore it. You surely deserved so much better than him,

And when Buck and Nathan both told him that you clearly felt the same, he refused to take their word for it. Not believing you could ever come to love him.

But ever since they told him, he couldn’t help the thought in the back of his mind that spoke up every time you smiled at him, that said, 'What if?'

And the longer he was around you, and the more you showed care for him, the harder it came for him to find reasons not to embrace it.

It became especially hard when you seemed to always know when he was in need of help.

After another visit with his sister, Josiah had come back to Four Corners in a foul mood. It wasn’t as bad as it usually was, but he always felt a heavy guilt hanging over him each time.

You knew about his sister and what had happened to her, Josiah had told you the last time he visited her. And this time, when he came back and didn’t even bother to check in, you knew it had been rough.

Josiah was sitting on an old rock wall behind the church, staring up at the darkening sky. And as he heard someone come around the corner, he was prepared to tell them to leave him alone. But when he looked over and saw you peeking around the corner with a cautious, but kind look, he felt the annoyance disappear.

You smiled softly at him as you came around the corner entirely, and in your hands was a cup and a plate of food. Seeing what you had brought him, he felt his heart swell a bit as his mood got a bit better.

“I thought you might want something to eat. Since I didn’t see you get anything since you’ve come back.”

“That’s too kind of you Y/n.” He said as you handed the food and drink to him.

“Actually I think it’s about the usual amount.” You said with light amusement, to which you were glad he smiled at. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” You asked.

He smiled at you “I’d be honored.” He said curtly, making you smile as you sat beside him.

You looked up at the sky as well, as Josiah took a few bites out of the sandwich you had made him. After he took a drink, you dared to speak again. Your voice soft “How was she?”

Josiah glanced at you and saw the caution behind your eyes, unsure if he really wanted to talk about it. He smiled at you “A bit better than before, but..” He trailed off, and as you nodded, he knew he need not continue. “Thank you Y/n.” He said after a few more moments of silence as he finished eating his meal.

“Don’t mention it.” You smiled as he set down the plate.

“Thank you for checking on me.” He continued as he looked over at you “Thank you for caring.”

You smiled at him, and he saw a bit of surprise behind it as you shook your head lightly “You don’t have to thank me for caring Josiah.” You said with a hint of disbelief “It’s not a chore. It’s something I do needlessly, naturally.” You added on.

He smiled at you again “And I am grateful that you are so naturally kind, and beautiful inside and out.”

You felt your face heat up at his comment as you smiled a bit shyly, you looked out at the sky again before speaking “You always seem to think you don’t deserve it you know.” You began before looking back over at him. “But you do, Josiah. You deserve someone who cares about you, naturally, and genuinely.”

Josiah stared at you, adoration taking over his features as you spoke “And you deserve the same Y/n.” He responded. He stared at you softly for a moment, before speaking again, cautiously “Do you-” He began, but paused for a moment, unsure of himself. But seeing how you stared at him, he felt no need to hide it anymore “Do you think, I could be that. For you?”

For a moment Josiah thought you might turn him down, turn away and leave. But instead your smile widened at his words as you nodded your head “I don’t think I’d want anyone else to.”

Josiah felt his chest swell with almost overwhelming feelings as you said this, and though he was unsure of what to do now. He took your hand in his, and brought it up to his face, planting a kiss on the back of your hand. Smiling at you, he felt more happiness than he could truly express.

- - -

John "J.D." Dunne:

JD is a mess when it comes to anything romantic.

He is an awkward and rambling mess, and often says the wrong thing.

JD was a bit flirty when you first met, but the second you responded in kind with a sarcastic comment, he was thrown off.

And just like that, he was in trouble.

He admired you greatly and thought you the most amazing person he knew.

He wanted to tell you how he felt, and ask you out on a proper date, but was clueless as to how he should go about it.

He would try to get advice from Buck, but would regret it immediately.

Asking the others, he didn’t get much further, so decided he would just try his best to be himself, and not mess it up for the sixth time.

He had hand-picked some flowers from the field around the town, and also stole a couple from a nearby garden. Reciting to himself over and over what he was going to say to you as he paced around outside of your room.

From inside, you could hear something going on, and finally walked over and pulled the door open. And as soon as you did, a stunned JD looked at you with surprise and quickly placed his hands behind his back.

“Y/n!” He’d exclaim, as if surprised to see you at all.

“J.D.?” You responded.

“Uh, I - uh, I was just about to knock.” He said with an awkward laugh.

You smiled at him, a bit amused at his behavior and at how cute he was being. ‘Typical JD’ you mused to yourself. “Do you want something?”

“Huh? No, no, well yeah actually.” He admitted with an awkward nod.

He stayed silent and you blinked a few times “So, what is it?”

“Oh right, uh.” He cleared his throat a bit before bringing his hand out from behind his back, presenting you with a poorly put together and mismatched bouquet of flowers.

Taking the flowers from his hand, you couldn’t help but smile, your heart fluttering. You let out a soft chuckle “Thank you JD, what are they for?” You asked as you looked back at him, bringing the flowers to your nose.

JD remained quiet as he watched your response. You smiled, took them, laughed a bit, but it wasn’t in ridicule. This was good.

Realizing you asked him a question he shook himself from his thoughts “Well they’re for you.” He said quickly before realizing how stupid he sounded. Shaking his head a bit he let out a dry chuckle “I mean, well I came to ask if you, by chance, and if you don’t have other plans, wanted to go to the concert with me? You know, the one being held by the singer who came in yesterday? It’s alright if you don’t want to go, I just really like you and thought it might be fun, and I mean-”

“JD.” You said, stepping his rambling.

“Yeah?” He asked innocently.

You smiled at him, amused by his adorable rambling “I don’t have any other plans. I’d love to go to the concert with you, and I like you too.” You responded.

JD blinked a couple times as he processed what you had said before a smile spread across his face “Yeah?”

You laughed. “Yeah, JD.”

“Oh, good, great!” He chuckled again “Okay, uhm, I’ll come get you at eight?”

You nodded your head “Eight it is.”

He nodded again as he smiled brightly, turning he waved a bit before he began to walk down the hall. And as soon as you closed your door behind you, you heard a distant cheer as footsteps pounded down the stairs. Letting out a laugh, you smiled at the messy flowers once more before thinking about what you should wear.

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