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Happy writer’s appreciation day! This piece of art work is based on the fic, “From Voe to Vai, We Shall Blind the Eyes” by Alyx_Aizawa on ao3! I love this fic and I come back to read it a lot!
Here’s the fic:
Here's my fic inspired by this post! Enjoy!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33244021
sometimes a comic can be an undefined au with your favorite characters and 5 lines of dialogue you think are funny at 2am
HELLO ALL AO3 USERS! IM LOOKING FOR A BNHA FIC WHERE KIRISHIMA CARRIES IZUKU THROUGH THE SEA OF REPORTERS. THERE WERE TWO OTHER PEOPLE WITH HIM. PLZ HELP ME FIND IT!
“and to all who guided me, thank you”
It wasn’t easy for Hanamichi to accept he was in rehab, after all he was the loose bolt of Shoukoku. He was the fiery red hair who caused trouble on first day; now he was stuck with a spinal injury and hopeless dreams of ever being more successful than ever.
but as Hanamichi played with his bland hospital food, he couldn’t resist but to think how far he has gotten. Hell, he didn’t even know shit about basketball in the first place until he met Haruko. Now he stands here, but did he do it all because of her?
No, he did it because he’s a basketball player.
He did it because there’s no other sport that will ever replace the adrenaline he feels when the crowd roars over because of a point. The sweat-drenched uniforms at the end of games and practices. And all of those tedious basics that he did before he could even attend a game. Would he do it again? Yes.
Hanamichi suddenly felt unhungry and bothered with his thoughts. He decided to go out and see the coast from his rehabilitation home.
The sea’s salinity reached his nose, and the slight sprinkles in the air slightly pecked his face. He still fell horrible, but remembered his train of thoughts. He did well, and he would come back on the court again. He would prove to all that even when he fell low, he is going to stand up again to prove them all.
Hanamichi didn’t even notice how long he’s been outside until a staff member came out to tell him it’s time. With a smirk to his face, he knew he’s going to prove them all wrong.
And to all of them who guided him, he will say thank you.
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Dawg
I have not been writing SHIT but i got earthshattering ideas for stories and fics. someone please give me the motivation to write
I've seen fics where character A tries to tell character B they're a werewolf, and B ends up thinking A is a furry.
But what about B thinking A is on their period? If A is afab, that works. But if A is amab, you could really get into some major hijinks with B ending up thinking A is trans.
It's that whole "that time of the month" thing. Peak cinema to me.
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Hey! If you don't mind, could you write some best friend group hcs with the Legion and a survivor reader?
Frank Morrison, Julie Kostenko, Susie Lavoie, Joey / The Legion:
Being the leader, Frank is often the one to try to get all of you out doing something fun. This “something fun” usually entails terrorizing survivors and vandalizing buildings and debris. If those kinds of things aren’t your cup of tea, you should still come to supervise them and make sure they don’t get into any serious sorts of trouble. While they tend to know what they’re doing, it’s important to have another set of eyes watching out for them.
Julie enjoys long conversations with everyone. About anything, everything. Everyone gets to put in their two cents about the topic, and you all can share good laughs and light jabs at each other. There’s a high chance these conversations will devolve into poking fun and hitting shoulders, but everyone always has fun, and that’s all Julie can ask for from all of you. Someone has to make sure everyone’s having a good time.
Susie is always finding some way to tie all of you together, picking up matching clothes and accessories for all of you. She is particularly fond of friendship bracelets and necklaces. Joey and Frank always complain that it cramps their styles — though they’ll usually wear whatever she gives them anyway, for her sake — and Julie doesn’t and neither do you, so Susie loves having another person to go out matching with. It’s one of her favorite things, because she gets to show off her best friends even when they aren’t with her.
Joey is always the first to step up to protect you from other killers. The rest of them will too, of course — Susie is especially feisty when it comes to your safety — but Joey is very aggressive about keeping you safe. He’ll shove his way to the front of the group when all of you are walking somewhere, and he’s been known to throw his arm around your shoulders to ensure everyone knows who you’re rolling with. A true member of the Legion deserves the protection of the rest.
Defenseless
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Pairing: [Gaz] Kyle G. x [Enemy] reader
Pronouns: he/him
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
Quote: “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”
Description: Gaz gets caught somewhere he shouldn’t be. He has nothing to defend himself with either. He’s running on pure adrenaline and fear.
Disclaimer: Shitty writing. Guns. Fear. Pain. Gaz gets hit a few times.
A/n: This is just a little thought I had. I’m very tempted to make a pt. 2 though.
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Word count: 751
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Get in and get out. Get in and get out. In then out. In then out. This was racing through Gaz’s mind as he frantically tore apart the room. He had no ammo. He had nothing to defend himself. He couldn’t afford to get caught.
“Don’t waste time! Find it and get the hell out of there!” He heard Soap yell from the comms.
“I’m trying!” Gaz whisper-yelled as he threw open a drawer. He needed a certain file. This file was needed to get the team too the next stage of the mission, but he couldn’t see to fucking find it.
“Where is it…” He whispered to himself.
He’s been in the stupid building longer than he’d like. He’d been at this for hours. He was so tired. He was running on pure adrenaline.
“Someone’s headed your way, I won’t be able to see him from this point. You’re on your own.” Soap said.
Get in and get out. Get in and get out. “Get in and get out. Damn it!” Gaz’s frustration grew with every second.
He stood back, his hand on his head in a fit of stress. He frantically looked around the room. His eyes caught a small bit of yellow stuck under a keyboard. He ran up to the desk, throwing the keyboard to the side, grabbing the file. He opened it and smiled.
“Fuck yeah!”
His victory was quickly shut down when he felt something press into his back. His heartbeat quickened as he slowly realized what it was.
The stranger let out a small click as he shoved the gun further into the man’s back. “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”
Gaz tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
“The least you could do is leave the file.” The man said.
Gaz stayed silent, scared if he said anything he’d end up with a bullet in his back.
“Turn around.” The man ordered.
Gaz slowly turned around. From the outside, you would never be able to tell he was scared shitless. Get in and get out. More like get in and get caught.
“How are we lookin’, Gaz?” Soap asked, not being able to see the situation.
When Gaz reached to respond, the enemy took his gun and smashed it into Kyle’s hand. Kyle hissed in pain as he gripped his hand. The man then kneed him in the stomach, causing the soldier to choke and fall forward on his knees.
“Gaz?” Soap asked.
The man pressed the gun against Gaz’s head. “You want that file?”
“Yes.” Gaz said in a broken voice. His stomach is still aching.
“Tell your little friend you ran into trouble, but you’re fine.” Y/n said.
Gaz now looked up at him. He was frozen. When he made no move for the comms, y/n rose a brow.
He then slowly reached up to the comms.
“Gaz?! Are you al-”
“I’m good… I-... I found the file..” His breathing was heavy. “I.. I ran into a little trouble, but I’m fine! I’ll see you soon, S-... I’ll see you soon.” He didn’t want to say any names, even if Soap was only a codename.
“Good.” Y/n brought the gun up as if he was about to hit Gaz with it.
Gaz’s eyes were now screwed shut as he awaited for the impact. The gun hit the comm, breaking it. Gaz groaned as it still hit him.
Y/n put his gun back in its holster. He then grabbed his spinny chair, pulling it closer, gesturing to it. “Get up and sit down.”
Gaz slowly got up, taking a seat in the chair.
Y/n leaned against the table behind him and smiled. “You a bitch.” Gaz’s eyes widened in surprise. “Look, you can take the file, but you’re gonna tell me everything I need to know.”
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Big Brother Keegan | platonic!Keegan P Russ x m!reader
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “You’re a softie, really” keegan russ & familial m!reader pls
summary: Keegan hates your fucking guts, but he does love you… kind of.
tws: swearing, mentions of violence
Keegan loathed you. He absolutely despised and hated you with every fibre of his being, but if someone were to so much as look at you the wrong way, he wouldn’t hesitate to cause them such woe and agony and misery that it would make anyone wince and ask if it was a bit too much; he supposed, though, that’s why the other Ghosts teased him about being your adopted big brother. He loathed you so much that if you even hinted at being upset, he would immediately try to find out who had caused it, and make them suffer; only he was allowed to bully you, no one else, and he made that more than known. Even the other Ghosts didn’t try to so much as playfully bully you, as they didn’t want to face Keegan losing his temper with them. No matter what, big brother Keegan was always there to save you; whether you were too smart for your own good and had gotten yourself into shit, too ambitious and rambunctious and ending up in a situation you weren’t prepared for, or simply because you refused to slow down, refused to back down; big brother Keegan was always there to pull your ass out of the fire, with only mild complaints about it. Big brother Keegan, always there to pull his little SAS brother out of any shit that tried to coat him.
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Can you do Patrick bateman, harry warden and candyman with a shy male reader
ooo of course!! i havent done patrick bateman in a but, and this is my first harry warden request so ty🫶
requests are open, masterlist is up!
Slashers x Shy Male Reader Hcs!
Warnings: Murder/Violence Mentions, Fluff
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Patrick Bateman
he notices you first in the office, youre reserved yet hardworking, getting your work done while noticeably avoiding anybody else
patrick doesnt care in the beginning, just another face to pass by each day, but you begin to stand out even more as he sees you around town; at a bar, dorsias, in the park, you become a prominent face that hes being used to seeing
he takes interest that everywhere you are, you keep your same quiet nature, enjoying the peace of your company, and that intrigues him, he wants to dig deeper into you and corrupt you himself, show you things youve never dreamed, thats what brings him into you
he introduces himself at the office, making an appearance as an outgoing worked AND satisfying his needs to know you? win win
a hint of snark in his voice as he holds the conversation, may seem offended, but now that he started hes not letting up
"How about you and me at my place tonight? Get to know eachother a little better than now."
not a question, youre going
he gives you his address and youre all flustered in your chair, this random and overly confident man just walked into your life and asserted himself into your schedule? guess hes staying
he loves to see you flustered or nervous at the sight of him, really takes pride in it
when you arrive at his place, hes there in nice clothing to meet you, eyeing you up and down to see what youve out together
you two sit down and he begins on his music tangent, teaching you every little thing about any band your eyes find, and in a way its comforting, hes not afraid to fill the silence and wait, he wants to open you up and be the impatient man he is, but the way that you fidget with your hands and try your best to do eye contact makes him feel something inside, and hes worried if he'll be sick
that night is the confirming night he falls for you, what turned into an intentioned killing forms into a burning love, and he decides that he needs to have you as his, because thats the only reasonable thing for you
he talks to you more and more each day, subtly trying to impress you, asking you out to eat more often and even bringing you music he thinks youd like
tries his damn best to be charming, because if he really loves you, he'll have you
he admires how shy you are, not only will he take advantage of it, but he thinks its great, like a confirmation that youre his of how open and comfortable you are around him and not anyone else
if he gets touchy, snaking a hand around your waist, or a finger tilting your chin to look at him, he likes to feel your body getting warmer and your breathing getting heavier slightly, things only he would notice
youre more reserved, but when you two have conversations he feels like heaven, your voice makes him smile and he could listen to you for days, of course he would never say that
is always complaining about how you should open up to him more, craves your ungiven thoughts alot
overall he will tease you and love you, a very protective and arrogant man who puts some of it to rest for you, but may seema little pushy
"Darling, your voice is like honey, if I could choke on it I'd want to, why don't you say a little more?"
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Harry Warden
im sure being on the run from everyone in town doesnt help, but the moment he lays his eyes on you, the first human contact hes had in a while, hes enveloped
youre quiet, not like most people who come in search of him, you are minding your own business, not invading his, and he finds it odd, yet gratefully accepts it
the respectful nature you preserve vs the rowdy teenagers he gets makes him take a liking to you, beginning to follow you around through town to see you more often
of course he cant do it all the time, due to him being harry warden, but he tries to pick up on your favorite things & your routines; flowers, chocolates, what time you go to bed
will he sneak into your house to protect you? maybe
for the greater good
one night you were forced into the mines with your friends, who were already drunk, leaving you the only one slightly tipsy, sitting in an abandoned mineshaft where a killer is rumored to live
you are freaked out
the longer you stay, you cant help but get the feeling you have eyes on you, no matter whee you look you cant see anything, but you know theyre there
that is, until you feel a hand grasp your shoulder firmly, and what feels like a gloved hand only adds to your heightened fear
"Don't scream, I needed to see you."
what a way with words hm
again, he hasnt had human contact in a bit, so he holds you a lot in your first encounters
after you in fact did not scream, but just gave him a silent horrified look, he sighed out in relief and admired you up close
"Just as gorgeous as I observed."
give him a bit with compliments, his ways are outfashioned and a little rusty
he likes your silence, he thinks its interesting how someone, after finding the infamous warden, could be so reserved while enjoying his company, but he doesnt question it, after all these years hes happy with company
he may talk to you a bit, easily filling in the silence with his spoken thoughts, or he would be happy with the comfortable silence, rather taking you out and shoeing you places you mayve never seen than talk
he knows his way around town, as well as the mines, so he takes you on *safe* tours, hes too afraid to get you injured and have you leaving
gift making & giving is like arts and crafts for him, give him a day and hell have a cardboard heart with flowers in it, pray it wont be a real heart and the day goes by faster
hes very crafty, so if you make him things hes destined to keep it, silently excited under his mask
he loves you all the same, thinks your deeper than what you give out and he wants to spend time picking away at it, how sweet
"You made this for me? It looks exquisite."
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Candyman
he is one to lavish in your nature, thinking of how you shy away from him and your keen eye to things is intriguing and smart
he pays close attention to your behavior around others, picking up on what your boundaries may be and seeing the way you perform in your life
he decides to introduce himself into your life slowly, yet easily, appearing in places you frequent, putting on his kind and calm demeanor
he gives you sweet waves and nods, trying to pry you open more and more, until you two are acquaintances, and then as more time passes he becomes a part of your life
he knows how fragile relationships can be, so he takes his time with revealing his identity, trying not to scare off the hard work hes already done
he takes your feelings and emotions into account, if youre getting overwhelmed he follows what youd say to do, and will make a mental note of it
if you want a private date, hes all for it, he may even prefer it since you two will get more out if it
he loves to bring out an outgoing side of the two of you at times, its a nice wave of newness that maybe you both needed
he loves you for you, and hes grateful you love him for him 🫶
"My Dearest Love, your silence is compassionate. Your thoughts, while guarded, serenade me."
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literally so late with this one but i hope u like it!! i had sm fun eith it
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Defender | König x trans!m!reader
anonymous asked: Hi! This is my first request but I think the prompts "walk the fuck away" and "are you scared of me now" with könig, where someone is being transphobic to trans!m!reader and konig deals with it but is scared he may have frightened reader ending with "the world will never know a man as amazing as you" from reader <3
summary: König loves you, there's no doubt about that, and he will always fight your corner.
tws: transphobia, swearing, some violence (not super graphic)
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König had heard it from the moment that he had stepped onto base; the amount of self righteous, stupid and cruel, cunts spewing bullshit about you as they always did. He despised it, and although he knew that you took care of it yourself more often than not, he was also well aware that not many people stuck up for you, either.
He did, and so did Horangi, but nobody else. Often, you were told to shut up and take it, be glad that they were only joking, stop being so fucking whiny, it's not their fault - he couldn't stand it. He knew you couldn't do anything about it, you had tried a thousand and one times, so he knew he had to step in.
It wasn't hard to find you, looking down at the floor and chewing at the inside of your lip as a group of people surrounded you; König heard everything. The way that they called you a girl, a woman; the way they poked fun at your body and told you that you would never be a real man; it was enough to make anyone sick, the way they spoke such bullshit with such cruelty.
König was light enough on his feet, sneaking up behind you and glaring at them. "Entschuldigung."
The leader of the pack glared at him. "What? Can't you see we're busy here making sure that this... I don't even know what this fucking abomination is, knows it's not welcome to be around us in the changing rooms."
Slowly, König brought himself between them and you, folding his arms across his chest and staring down at the leader of the pack. "How about you pick on someone your own size, hmm? Or are you scared?"
They tried to punch him, to get him out of the way, but he caught their fist, and with little effort, started to squeeze down; they howled, starting to sob as they fell to their knees before him. He squeezed down harder, and they howled louder, begging for him to let go.
"If you wish to say anything to my boyfriend again," he growled, "them you will have to go through me... is that clear?"
"Fuck... you..."
König tutted, letting go of their fist and grabbing them by the hair, nearly tearing it out of the scalp as he grasped the back of their head; he knew he could crush their skull, he had done it before, but he needed a little control - high command wouldn't take kindly to a fellow soldier being murdered on base, after all.
"Apologise to him," König demanded quietly. "Or ich tu dir weh... badly."
They squirmed, begging for mercy that would not come. "Put me down, brute."
"Hmm... nein," he shook his head. "Apologise to the man. Now."
The apologies came out hurried and panicked, but König didn't care, waiting for you to gently tug at his shirt before he let them go at last, huffing. "Walk the fuck away, cunt."
They did as they were told, retreating with their tails between their legs and saying that they would contact high command about the incident, about König's behaviour and your existence; he would have a word with Price in the morning to make sure that the record was straight.
But then you sniffled, and König frowned, suddenly backing away as he held up his hands, showing you his palms as he shook his head. "I'm sorry... are you scared of me now?"
"No," you looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears that threatened to fall quickly and harshly, voice shaky and a bloodied lip. "Just... thank you."
König shook his head, slow and cautious movements as he made his way back over, sinking to his knees in front of you; he gently brought his hand to your face, thumb tracing over the cut on your lip. "Did they do this?"
You nodded.
"I'll kill them," he growled, accidentally smearing your blood on his skin as he clenched his jaw ever so tightly. "I'll kill all of them."
"Don't," you said softly. "They deserve it, but... they'd punish you, and you don't deserve that."
"Did I scare you?"
"Never," you breathed out, pulling his hand from your face so that you could hold it tightly. "I'd never be scared of you... not you."
He hummed quietly, resting his free hand on your knee as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy; if there was anyone on the planet he didn't want to be cruel to, didn't want to hurt or scare away, it was you. He loved you, he looked forward to the day he would stand under the chuppah with you and finally be able to call you his husband; he never wanted to hurt you.
"You don't..." you sighed, shaking your head. "You don't think I'm not a real man, do you?"
"I know you're a real man," König told you. "A few dumm cunts won't change that. Ever. You're a real man, mein Mann, and there's nothing any stupid bastard could say to make me walk away... are you feeling better?"
You nodded. "Thank you... I... I can't thank you enough, Mein Prinz."
König grinned, nodding. "It's my job, isn't it? You stand up for me all the time, mein Bärchen - it's what boyfriends do."
You wanted to agree, pushing yourself down and straddling his waist as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face against the side of his neck, a final sniffle leaving you. Blocked nose from crying too much yet somehow too little. You adored König at the best of times, you loved him more than you had ever loved another man, and you couldn't deny that any time he came to your aid, you fell in love with him a little bit more.
No one stood up for you, Horangi did when he was around but it was rare, whenever someone came to your defence you were more than thankful for it; but as König held you so closely, rubbing your back softly, you knew that there was no one else like him, and your gratitude wasn't just because he had stood up for you.
"The world will know another man as amazing as you," you muttered. "You know that, don't you?"
"You remind me every day," he said softly. "But... danke... are you hungry?"
You nodded.
"Come on," he coaxed gently. "We'll go to that little café in town. I'll pay."
Chainsaw Man x Short/Shy! Reader
Characters: Aki Hayakawa, Angel Devil, Kishibe, Denji and Yoshida Hirofumi
Tags: Fluff, teasing, established relationships, fluff, tolerance training, did I mention fluff?
Warnings: None. SFW.
A/N: It should have not taken me this long to make this. *slaps self on the wrist*. One of my favorites!
Aki Hayakawa
“Huh? I was laughing? Sorry. I just realized something about how short you are?… I’m not making fun of you. It’s just- Nevermind.”
Aki finds you to be kind of cute, but he would never say that in public, he has a reputation to keep of course. One thing he really loves about you is how short you are compared to him, finding it cute when you look up at him to ask questions or when you want a kiss.
He also loves how shy you can be, though sometimes he would prefer it if you weren’t so careful with what you want to say or do. At home, your nature was perfectly fine, but at work? He could tell it was something that could get you killed or force you to partake in missions you shouldn’t be participating in.
Aki can put up a front, but everyone knows that he cares deeply about you even if he doesn’t display PDA as much compared to his colleagues. Even Himeno makes fun of the fact that he’s so in love with you! All in all, he thinks you are the cutest and sweetest thing he’s ever met. But he won’t say that out loud. Nope. Never… But behind closed doors-
Angel Devil
“Wanna get ice cream after this mission?… Huh? Speak up. I can’t hear you… Still can’t hear you.”
Angel Devil loves your shy nature, but he’s also someone who wants you to grow out of it. He feels that due to you being so bashful you could be taken advantage of by the Public Safety, including Makima. And if it isn’t by your coworkers, it will definitely be by the world around you. So he loves to ask you questions and hear you give him an answer loud and proud, even if that is a rarity.
When he isn’t trying to gracefully mold you out of love, Angel finds your height to be a bit comforting due to being one of the shortest males in his group of colleagues. He doesn’t make fun of your height or is the kind of person to say you’re cute when you get mad because of your figure. Instead, he treats you with a higher respect compared to everyone in Public Safety, viewing you not just as his lover and co-worker, but also as his friend.
Outside of your personality possibly being a target for foes, Angel Devil loves everything about you.
Kishibe
“… Yeah. I’m gonna keep you.”
Kishibe is a bit of a weird man, usually keeping his emotions on lockdown and focusing mainly on his missions at hand in Public Safety. He seems like the kind of man who doesn’t have time for romance and lives deeply in the past, meaning his heart might still be hung on Quanxi.
But actually? He’s a bit of a sweetheart.
Though he’s a man of action, not a man of words. He doesn’t put his relationship with you in front of the world unless he feels threatened by someone in his Division. But even then, he knows how you can be around people and even himself, so he treads lightly in hopes of not scaring you off. It doesn’t make it any better that you are significantly shorter than him. So he just feels himself taken aback by your height difference and sometimes sees you not as a toy, but a plush that should be protected and kept at all costs.
Even if his communication skills could use a bit of tweaking along with his advances, he adores you and wants to protect you no matter what.
Denji
“Hey, uh, wanna cuddle again?… No, work was fine, I just uh, wanna hold you again. I like how I can easily wrap my arms around you and how you fit against me and… Stuff.”
Short, tall, loud or quiet, Denji does not give a damn as long as he’s getting some love! And boy do you give him love!
He’s like a big puppy when it comes to you, loving you in any way shape or form. He adores how bashful you are, even if sometimes it makes him think he’s said or done something wrong. It doesn’t make it better that when you are affectionate with him, he just. Melts. He stares at you like you are the creator of the world around him, like a divine entity that must be loved and respected for eternity.
When it comes to being short, Denji finds this to be his favorite trait about you since he can easily do things he’s seen in movies, tv and manga he wants to try out on you. He’ll twirl you around when he’s happy. He’ll help you reach for objects to grab without ridiculing you. He’ll bend down eagerly to kiss you on your lips. And he will definitely hold you so close and tight to his body when you sleep together.
You are so precious to him. Words just can’t describe how much he loves you…
Yoshida Hirofumi
“Can I get a kiss?… You missed… Oh, you missed again. Missed. Hey, what’s going on with your aim?”
Yoshida can be a bit of a goofball dating you. He thinks you are cute as a shy soft bean in his eyes, but he will try to push you out of your comfort zone gently with his actions.
He can be playful, pushing you to initiate some moments between you two and even forcing you to speak up. But trust me when I say he’s not just getting off to you having to take the first step. If he wants to hold and kiss you and partake in cute activities with you, he will.
Though he can be a comedian of sorts, he makes sure that you are safe away from his job. He knows because of your personality that if you were to get in the middle of his work you could get hurt. And if you ever got hurt? He wouldn’t know what to do with himself… As his lover, you mean so much to him even if he gives off casual dating energy. Just ask him. And he’ll tell you how special you are.
He loves you. Don’t forget that.
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⇢ users 。✑ denji × m!reader.
⇢ synopsis 。✑ it could no longer be simply considered a coincidence; with how denji always seemed to pop up at the same time, at the same little store, just to see you.
⇢ wordcount 。✑ 1,586.
⇢ contents&warnings 。✑ fluff, possible ooc here we go, simp denji, trio stuff in the beginning, this is probably unnecessarily long lmao. i used they/them for the reader for one line, btw.
“Aw crap, we’re out of cereal and milk again! I’ma head out to the store to get some more!” Denji shouted as he zipped past two lazy bodies to the front door, snatching his hoodie off the rack with poorly disguised eagerness.
Aki sighed, looking up from the creased daily newspaper. “Again? That’s the third time this month.” His orbs followed Denji’s haste movements to shrug on the clothing.
The blond barely spared him a glance as he tried to fix his bedhead, “Yeah, yeah, I know, right? It’s bogus how Power keeps eating it all.” He feigned understanding just as said girl squawked at the blame now delivered to her shoulders. “What the fuck? I haven’t even touched the cereal since two weeks ago!” She yelled, mouth full of her breakfast, unfortunately it was just amalgamation of bacon and eggs.
“Ya can’t fool me, Powy, I know you sneak around in the middle of night, scarfing that shit down.” The gobsmacked look on blonde’s face was one Denji could remember for centuries.
“You bi一” as she was prepared to scream her indignation, she was stopped in her tracks by Aki’s agitated groan, followed by Denji’s so-called reassurance.
“Don’t worry, though,” the boy flicked the lock open, stepping an inch outside the apartment with every syllable. “I’ll make sure to replenish your stash, so don’t wait up!” Denji grinned at that last part, officially saying his leave to the both of them, the door narrowly missing his behind with how fast he tried to shut it.
With the boy off and out, Aki’s eyes lingered on the door. But they began to narrow in suspicion, prompting him to rise from the coach and walk into the kitchen for further investigation.
However, his investigation ended as soon as it started. The man found not just one, but several boxes of cereal, moderately filled. As well as the milk, as far back in fridge as it was, half full. This made his face scrunch up in confusion as he shut the fridge and leaned against it to turn his attention to Power一who now had a lap full of Meowy, clearly had to have been ruffled by the morning ruckus and sauntered out of their bedroom.
“Power,” Aki started. She nodded in his direction, still stuffing her face. “We’re still good on breakfast一he’s not just ‘going to the store,’ is he?” He wondered aloud, sighing at the thought of Denji pulling some shit.
“Yes, see!” she jabbed a finger in the air, “He’s up to something. Something... I can assume is very stupid.” Then Power just pets a purring Meowy as Aki shakes his head at it all.
Geez, that was close, Denji thought as he strolled down the sidewalk. It was getting real tiring having to think excuses pertaining to various foods they did or didn’t have. Many apologies and more to his family, but he couldn’t let them know the reason why he had those excuses for where he was going一especially not Power, god, he’d probably never hear the end of it.
Oh, what was the reason exactly?
He has a crush.
That’s right, the reason why he began waking up early in the morning and trying to make sure not a single hair was out of place一well, in his own unique way一was because someone is after Denji’s heart. And he’d so let them take it if they pleased.
One day when it was actually his duty to do some shopping, at this little grocery store a few blocks down from his apartment, is where he met you.
He was only there to gather the items on the short list that Aki handed over to him that morning, but when you stepped up next to him while he was eying two freaky looking fish, and the shy offer for assistance flew out of your mouth, he found himself a bit touched.
“But you don’t even work here, though?” was what he said back then, now eying you.
“Do I have to work here in order to help out some clearly indecisive guy?” The little chuckle that you ended your rebuttal with was unfortunately cute enough that it made his heart jump in his chest. When you leaned over to help him pick the better fish, his heart was absolutely drumming at how close you were and how easily his hand could slip into yours.
He didn’t say a single word of complaint when you offered to help him finish up his shopping; he just let his cheeks burn a bright pink while he trailed behind you with two baskets and hearts for eyes.
After that day, every other week or so he’d pop up at the store, yearning to see you, while also juggling his best attempts to make his appearances look normal and coincidental.
It was a flawless plan in his mind. Every day you two seemed to be getting closer and closer; then soon, he couldn’t deny the hope that lingered.
Even if it should’ve been embarrassing一considering how easily he fell for you after only meeting a handful of times. But he couldn’t really find it in himself to give a fuck.
Denji smiled proudly, maybe he could finally get to do all the things couples do with you.
Meanwhile the blond was gushing, it didn't occur to him that had already arrived at the store until he heard that familiar bell’s jingle giving him the signal.
Then he let his eyes wander, searching the store trying to pick you out of the bustling crowd of shoppers. He stumbled upon right when he almost missed you; you were crouched down by a vending machine, mashing away at the buttons.
With a little bit of pep in his step, he made a b-line for you.
“Good morning, [name].” Denji jostled the keys in his pocket when he tried to wave. You looked up at the approach and softly smiled at him. “Hi there, Denji. You doing some shopping again?” you made casual conversation as you were inserting money into the slot. Pink dusted his cheeks as he immediately responded with no, in his head. But in real life he stuck with a shy confirmation and told you that he just needed some cereal.
But as you were prepared to say something else, you were interrupted by two bags of chips spilling out of the bottom.
“Holy shit, what did you do?” Denji was cackling at the surprise you exuded.
“I don’t even fucking know,” you chuckled, pushing yourself up from the ground. “But how perfect is this?” the smile on your face was too warm, too soft, he almost ignored the next words that came out of your mouth.
“One for me, and one for you, Denji.”
You held out a bag for him and he stared in disbelief.
“You’re... gonna share with me?” He hesitantly reached for the bag, awaiting your next answer.
Still smiling you told him exactly what he wanted to hear, “I’ll always split stuff with people I like. Obviously.”
Obviously, you said. You also said that he’s one of the people you like. Obviously.
He was so glad it was obvious to you because he clearly missed a chapter or two一but he didn’t care, this was what he was hoping for the entire time. Maybe he’s got it.
“[Name]...” Denji called as you were already munching on your bag of chips. You immediately caught his eye, humming as you wait for the moment the boy was ready to speak.
“I... I just want ya to know that I really, really like you.” The blond laid his heart out on the table. “And I wanna date you and一nd take you out someday...?” He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the chatter of civilians the longer you kept quiet. And he was actually so ready to bolt out of the store right about now if this goes down a road he hadn’t hoped for.
But there you go, exceeding his expectations again.
“I know,” is what you said.
Denji’s eyes snapped open at that and you laughed at the shock written all over his face.
“You know? Wha一Whaddya mean you knew?” Because of the shock, Denji’s voice also was getting louder so you took his hand and led him outside to avoid any suspicious eyes. Though you were laughing along the way, Denji was angry pouting as he tried to shush you.
Calming down a bit, you stuttered out apologies before confessing. “I’m sorry, Denji, but it’s not like you tried to hide it or anything一” his mouth fell open. “I coulda sworn I was being subtle!” That was one of his most natural build ups for a confession, like, ever.
“You have the subtlety of a puppy,” you covered your face as you snort. “But that’s okay because it’s one of the things I like about you.” He flushed red underneath your teasing gaze.
“So... ya really do like me then?” Denji didn’t take his eyes off of you this time. This new smile of yours formed cute little crinkles around your eyes and he thinks it’s one of his favorites.
“If I say yes, would you be my boyfriend?” The sly question had Denji’s heart doing flips. He’d love nothing more than to wear the title of your boyfriend and to have you as his.
So he answered with a kiss.
꒰♡꒱ : i actually completed this holy mf shit i did not have hope. i still think it’s literally too long for my original plan but whatever i’m kinda happy with what i came up with.
Male Reader x 141 Boys
Male reader is introduced to the 141 but is younger than them and has the rank of a General...
pairing: professional/platonic!141 x m!reader
warnings: swearing
note: i chose to do this as hcs as opposed to an actual fic bc I couldn't actually think of a plot or anything
it's E Squadron of the SAS who bring you over to the one four one base; you used to be one of them, and they've never been prouder and they do kind of want to show off that one of their own had climbed so far up the ladder at such a young age
Price is the first to meet you, a little shocked that someone so young is so far up the food chain; but he's polite, and he doesn't act as if you're any different just because you're young. he also doesn't treat you any differently because of your rank, either; but if anyone gets gobby or tries to be mean to you based on your age, he'll stand up for you
Ghost is the same, although he's not as polite; he's still nice, still offers to show you around and everything. he doesn't really care that you're young, especially for a general - sure he's a bit shocked at first but he soon shrugs it off, it's not really a big deal; he might wonder how you got so high up the chain of command so young, but he won't ask
Soap, however, does ask. at length. he doesn't make it a secret that he's impressed, or that he's curious; he tries his best to be on his best behaviour, but he's not going to hold back any questions that he's got at all. but if you ask him to back off, he will - if he's asking a lot of personal questions (which he will), and you ask him to be a bit more distant, he'll crack a joke to show there's no ill will and he'll try to calm it down a notch, try being the key word
Gaz is a mix, he might ask you how you achieved the rank of general at your age, but only if he can get you alone for a couple of minutes; he doesn't want to pry, although he will make it known that it's kind of really impressive and cool that someone so young managed to get that high up - he'll joke around with you more, though, as it's nice to have someone around who would understand certain things like Lizzy the daily star lettuce and Rishi Sunak sounding like Will from The Inbetweeners (briefcase wanker)
they do try their best to make you feel welcome, though, and to make you feel like one of them - you might be a general, but because of your previous experience as SAS, especially as E Squadron, they're more trusting of you. besides, you're young, and you seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders anyway
whenever you're out of the room, though, it'll Price who speaks up
"that (y/n), he's a nice lad, ain't he?"
to which Ghost will nod
Soap will pipe up with a "yeah, he seems alright, actually"
Gaz will nod in agreement. "you sure we can't ask to be under his command?"
can we have more hcs w young!reader :o they were so cute, do u think you could write like sparring w them or something, ty!!
✎ of course omggg <3 i love this concept whenever i see anyone else write this kind of thing with platonic young reader i eat that shit up !!! also merry christmas and happy last day of hannukah to all who celebrate!!
✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, written with 19 y/o reader in mind, all platonic relationships, fluff, young!reader is stereotypical gen z kinda, this is probably the most light-hearted thing i've ever written but there's separate angst at the end because i can't stop myself, as usual it's not really proofread
♡ so of course it takes awhile for you to come out of your shell around the rest of the 141. the previously youngest one of the group, kyle, is 7 whole years older than you, so it's a bit awkward at first.
♡ but once you're comfortable around them, you let your guard down a little and start letting your "regular" personality show instead of the "work" one. this involves bouncing-off-the-walls levels of energy and constant jokes and references that only kyle gets, and that's only sometimes. the other three guys just exchange a look and move on.
♡ you're constantly doing little dances and just fidgeting around, playing with anything you can get your hands on and always bouncing a leg (also never actually sitting like a normal person, price doesn't understand how you're comfortable most of the time). once, when it was just you and soap, you taught him a dance he thought looked fun, but made you promise to never tell anyone else. you told ghost as soon as you saw him next, and that was the first time you ever saw ghost smile (under the mask, of course, but you could tell).
♡ you don't really respect the more "arbitrary" boundaries; you would randomly take food off of the other guy's plates without asking and you always had to be invading someone's personal space. after lots of scolding and you acting like they were denying you a fundamental human right, they learned that it really was easier to just accept it and give up. you don't take food from ghost's plate, because you may be a little dumb sometimes but you aren't stupid. sometimes he shoves his leftovers in your direction if he notices you aren't eating as much that day.
♡ when you aren't terrorizing one of the 141 members, they keep an eye on you while you focus on whatever your latest interest is with an intensity that they'd only expect from you on actual life-or-death missions. it always causes soap some actual concern for you, but you just think it's because he can't sit still, ever.
♡ once, after you had all returned from a mission, you went into your room to shower, came out, got something to eat, then went into your room and proceeded to spend the next 3 days completing the newest pokemon game. full pokedex, awesome outfit, full level 100 team, you had it all, and you proudly shoved the switch screen in their faces to show them your achievements once you deemed yourself done. they learned you were a perfectionist pretty early on, while they took turns checking on you every few hours.
♡ you'll do the thing of casually dropping something horrible that happened to you into a conversation, as if it was just some silly thing that happened the other day. they all just kind of do a double take, because none of them actually talk about that stuff. you just look up from whatever app you were absently fiddling with on your phone and wonder why everyone went quiet; they just move on, as usual.
૮ ’• ˕ •` ა here, have some sparring headcanons now!
♡ when you and ghost sparred for the first time, you swore up and down he was out to break every bone in your body. he told price that it was the easiest he'd went on a recruit in years (he did also say you did much better than he expected). despite your complaints, you got back up every single time he knocked you on your ass, and you quickly adapted to the way ghost fought. you still didn't win a single round, but that was more of a him-being-really-big thing.
♡ soap only goes easy enough on you to not break any bones, but it doesn't take much to get him fired up, and sparring is no exception. you spend the entire session on the defensive, just trying to keep yourself all intact. you always lecture him that you aren't the actual goddamn enemy before you spar with him now while he rolls his eyes and says you're being dramatic.
♡ kyle claims he isn't going easy on you but everyone knows he is. he can't help it; usually he doesn't care that much when he accidentally actually hurts someone when sparring, but the thought of leaving a scar on you rubs him the wrong way. he doesn't ever tell anyone this, but everyone sees how he always acts like an older brother to you.
♡ you only actually spar with price once, mostly as a joke, after you're all more acquainted. you're acting all cocky, basically just saying he's old and you'll put him in the retirement home a couple years early. you're on your back in less than five seconds with him looking down at you, a loud laugh booming out of his chest.
♡ one time, ghost must have been sick or something, because the match ended with you making what would have been the killing blow in a real fight. you had stared in amazement at your achievement, then started yelling at the other guys to ask if they had seen what you had done. ghost let you have your victory, finding your astronomical excitement funny (on the inside, of course).
♡ kyle is your easiest target. usually he doesn't even want to spar with you anymore, because he knows you'll probably end up throwing him to the ground with your full strength and saying you don't need to go easy on him, he's a grown ass man. you've mastered how to use his weight against him, and he knows it. he also knows the look you get when you're walking up to him to ask to spar, and at this point he just points you to soap or ghost and shoos you away. one time he actually said "go on, git!" to you; his british accent made it much more funny than he had intended.
♡ fighting against soap kind of has 50-50 odds of you winning. if you're not afraid to start bleeding in multiple areas that day, you'll most likely be able to pin him. if you don't feel really like it, then you pretty much just have to run away. your before-sparring lecture for him eventually gets accompanied by an after-sparring lecture from you while he helps you put band-aids on the new cuts and scrapes.
₍ᐢ.᎔.ᐢ₎ okay a couple angsty ones because i can't help it,,,
♡ price knows how young you are, and you know he does without him having to tell you, because sometimes you catch him looking at you with sad eyes that see a lot more than you do. usually, if the conditions are just right, you're all for attempting to get the team members to open up to you, but this is what you and price don't talk about. instead, you tell him not to worry, that you'll at least outlive him.
♡ they're all waiting for that one day that, on one of their missions, you'll see something or have to do something that you won't come back from, because it's inevitable in this line of work. but you find a way to smile, even after the worst days, and you always say it's because someone has to.
Dad | platonic!John Price x m!reader
Anonymous asked: hello, I was hoping you could do a price and m!reader ,with the reader being a young soldier in the 141 who price personally trained so there’s that sort of father son bond , with the prompt “this is the sixth fight I’ve had to stop you getting into, what’s going on?”. I kinda have an ideas that the reader keeps getting in fights with the older soldiers cause they don’t think the reader is deserving of being in the 141 but you don’t have to do specifically that. Thank you:)))
summary: Price’s treatment of you does result in some tension between you and the other soldiers.
tws: swearing, violence, smoking
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@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “You’re a softie, really” keegan russ & familial m!reader pls
summary: Keegan hates your fucking guts, but he does love you… kind of.
tws: swearing, mentions of violence
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tws: hallucinations, paranoia, swearing, war/death mentions
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