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angel-of-the-moons · 2 months

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I'm back again since it's been about a month since I last requested. I hope you don't mind me asking another story. So I was thinking of another Hobie one. There is honestly not enough stories about him and I love the way you write him. I was thinking of a more fluff type thing or possibly head cannons. You decide. Regardless about living with Hobie or just spending some downtime with him. Just a chill little thing I wanted to put out there. Thank you. I love your works and appreciate you 😘

Ilysm!!! I am sorry these asks have been rotting in my inbox! I'm finally working on them!!!

Ice Cream

Hobie Brown x Reader

TW/CW: Marijuana usage

Hobie is obviously aged-up in this

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• When Hobie isn't rocking out with his band at pubs, or fighting the regime™ or working to save the multiverse with the Old Man, he's at home with you.

• He often slips into the window because he refuses to use the front door like a normal person (even if you live on the fifth floor)

• Hobie would find you wherever you were, on the couch, in the kitchen, in bed or in the bathroom; and would immediately wrap his lanky arms around you and breathe deep and relax every muscle in his body

• "Where've you been?" You tease, easing his spiked vest off his stiffened shoulders.

• "Dealin' with the Old Man and his nonstop bitchin'." Hobie said, clicking his tongue, leaning over to rest his chin on the top of your head, holding you against him once more as you carefully ease the rest of his punk paraphernalia off of his person.

• You lead him to the bed, and pull him down on top of you, using your remote to turn on the sound system, playing some of his favorite music tracks on a low volume for background noise

• "You're a goddamn angel, y'know that, luv?" Hobie sighed, closing his eyes as he listens to the soft patter of your heartbeat

• "Mmh, I try." You chuckle, your fingers idly fluffing his wicks and toying with them as you feel his breathing even out

• And in no time, he's out like a light, sprawled out over you like a lanky starfish

• Forget moving this man, despite his thin physique he somehow finds the magic in him to weigh as much as his old, beat-up van

• You're stuck in bed, so the only thing left to do is give in and join him for a nap

• When you two wake up, you work on your usual routine.

• Hobie helps cook, making homemade chips while you batter and bake some fresh chicken

• Once your lunch/dinner is finished, you both cuddle on the sofa and watch some shitty movie on your telly

• He 100% has gutter humor, as well as a perverted sense of one

• Is also very big into physical humor. I'm talking shoving tissues into his nose and pretending to be a walrus kind of physical humor. Whatever it takes to hear you laugh

• Totally plays his guitar for you, singing punk versions of almost any kind of song (except American country. That shite is a travesty upon the music industry!)

• Will often split his pot with you, either rolling joints or using a bong, he'll always offer you a hit if you need or want it

• If you can't handle it, he'll FaceTime you while he smokes on the roof. That way, you're still together and he isn't negatively affecting your health/personal preferences with his smoking

• If you're sick, Hobie will full on hit the breaks to whatever he's doing to take care of you (provided it's a possibility that he can do that)

• This includes sending a selfie with a middle finger to Miguel telling him to not bug him til you're better

• 100% a master at making simple comfort foods when you're sick. Cheese toasties, chicken noodle soup, vegetable soup, even homemade ice cream. He does it all for you

• Runs you a nice hot bath with some eucalyptus and Epsom salts to help your sore muscles and clear sinuses

• If you're nauseous, he'll put peppermint oil in the water with you and run to the market for some ginger pop to ease your stomach, maybe some ginger root tea while he's at it

• Will also buy you some of your favorite digestives just to make sure you get something solid in your tummy

• Will totally fake threaten you about blabbing to anyone about his "secret soft side" and "ruining his image"

• Everyone already knows, he's just blind as hell and doesn't notice lmao

• This man is 100% loyal. If any gal/pal/guy flirts with him, he will flat out shoot em down

• "Nah, mate. I already got the best partner in crime a guy like me could ever ask for. Nobody c'n compare to that!"

• Always makes sure he never worries you (or at least tries to)

• If Hobie is sick or hurt, positions are reversed and you become his personal nurse

• Totally doesn't pretend to be sick sometimes just so you'll spoil him

• You know he's full of shit when he does though, but you just humor him because he's cute about it

• Yeah, you both put up with each other's shit, but you'd never have it any other way

• However... Hobie definitely knows when he's in trouble.

• "Hobart Brown!" You'd shout.

• Yeah, Hobie could easily feel his blood chill when you use his government name

#🌙 answered #hobie brown #hoboe brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader #hobie x you #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you

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the-atlas-sister · 9 months

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If other please let me know

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brightbertalt · 11 months

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Could I request a hobie brown x famous reader? Weather they’re a model or singer

thank u for requesting!!! omg I love this ask sm,,,,

warnings - injuries

hobie brown x famous model! reader

as a model, you were famous for your down to earth statements on the government and politics

“you do realize the government’s not here to work for you right? they don’t care about their people.” is one of your most televised moments ever

you were often on the front lines, fighting with everyone else

that’s where you met him, hobie

you were in the midst of a fight between ten different people, and you managed to crawl away

you definitely were hurt, and you managed to crawl away and prop yourself up on a wall

“you need some bandages.”

is all he said, before he started with the rubbing alcohol against your cheek

it wasn’t actually rubbing alcohol, just some cheap whiskey he found but he’s good at first aid

“i’ve seen you on the tv. you’re one of them models, right?”

you nodded, smirking a little to yourself; even though you just got your head knocked around, you still appreciated getting recognized

“yeah, I am. why does it matter?”

“you say all that shit about the government, yeah? respect you, sayin’ all of that on tv.”

it shocked you.

this hardcore punk rocker dude saying he respected you?

you felt a little in over your head.

“now get the hell up, we got shit to do, don’t we?”

after that, you guys stuck together like two peas in a pod

small little hangouts, like going to shows together

he found it hilarious how you went out in an undercover celebrity outfit; like hoodie and sunglasses and all

“i think we should let ‘em see. what’s it to them, yeah?”

one time you did, and it was all over the tabloids

‘SUPERMODEL Y/N SPOTTED WITH HOBO BOYFRIEND?!’

that one really got a kick out of both of you

“they called me a damn hobo! i’d be pissed if it weren’t funny.”

after that, you didn’t care about being seen in public together

you were like the it couple of earth 138

flipping off paparazzi together <3

effortlessly perfect couple <3

#fanfic #fanfiction #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman headcanon #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown

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powderblueblood · 2 months

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THE BOY IS MINE (POWDER'S VERSION)

delighted to be involved in @carolmunson's eddie challenge because when do i not want to write about the boy! looping in @vvitchwords and @howdidyouallgetinmyroom for no pressure funsies, and you if you're reading this and want to do it. tag me! cw: here you'll find eddie x fem!reader in almost an implied situationship... a little bit angsty, a little bit cosmic, a little bit meta. ambiguous ending! mentions of dick and horniness but no outright smut. wc: 2k

“Ding dong.”

Hey, it’s you! Eddie grins under the flickering porchlight, crossing his arms as he leans against the door frame, paint chips falling.

“Howdy, little hobo.”

“Tch– what a deeply unflattering and libelous nickname. Can I come in?”

“I don't know, it’s been a while…” he says, smacking his tongue against his teeth, “How do I know you haven’t caught something?”

“Look, can we dispense with the cleverness and give me a ‘y’ or an ‘n’ here? I've had a day.” You prop up the brown grocery bag like an infant against the dip of your hip. “and I brought libations.”

“Booze?!” Eddie's mouth bounces around the ‘b’ and he ushers you inside with a flourish. “Well, why didn’t ya say so? M’lady, right this way…”

And he’s right, by the way. It'd been a while, just the two of you. He'd been here doing god knows what with god knows who and you’d been up the walls doing a whole lot of nothing. But coming back together, it always felt like putting on an old shoe. Comfortable, reliable, broken in. Eddie watches you breathe in a lungful of the Munson trailer’s fragrant air, top notes of stale cigarette smoke and Beefaroni sparkling alongside Eddie's dark eyes as he hops up on the counter. Barefoot, beatific, lovely as all hell.

You wag your finger in warning.

“Don’t get comfortable, chicken. I have a very romantic meal planned.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Yeah!” you chirp, digging a bottle of horrible merlot out of the brown paper bag. Thunk. “I brought dessert…” followed by a tub of vanilla frosting. Thunk. “...followed by dessert.”

Eddie, from where he perches, tries to peer further into the bag. “Where's the rest of it?”

“There’s– what? that’s it.”

“Wine and frosting?”

“I cut to the chase,” you tell him, popping open the can and stepping into the living room, “Whose favourite part of the cupcake is the cake part? Get real.”

“You’re nothin’ if not pragmatic,” Eddie sighs wistfully, slipping back off the counter and casting a glance to the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. He swallows and tacks on, “and that is why I like you so bad.”

Eddie shuffles around the kitchen, looking around for appropriate receptacles with absolutely none in sight. Shouldn’t matter, right? But even after all this time, he’s still trying to impress you. even with how… low maintenance this thing between you is.

“I ran out of, like, nice cups. Is this okay?”

You stare at the novelty mug he’s holding out to you. Like, really stare at it.

“I'll bring you my ten dollar-est bottle of wine and you’re gonna make me drink out of the haunted bear chalice?”

That thing is really fucking awful. It’s shaped in a convincing enough impression of a teddy bear, but pockmarked like a peanut shell and staring at you with the milky, demonic eyes of an ancient evil. Where does Wayne find this shit?

“Well, I never know when you’re gonna show up so I never know when I oughta, like, polish the crystal!”

“You’re too busy polishing something else in my absence, I'm guessing.”

Eddie's eyelids lower, his brows quirk, his lips curl over all Don Juan-like. “What happens between me and my buffering rag is none of your business.”

“How come you get the Garfield one?” you poke, gesturing to the bright orange cat shaped thing in his opposite hand.

“Because it’s my trailer and it’s my party and I'll Garf if I want to.”

“What if I wanna Garf?”

“Tough break, sweetheart.”

“I'm the guest, I should be allowed to Garf.”

“Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Garf me!”

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” Eddie says, all-mock glowery and stern. “Take your fugly little bear and pass the frosting.”

You brought red wine because you know how docile and touchy it makes him, and he knows that you know. Eddie relishes in it, that faint berry buzz staining his lips and the outer edges of his brain. He digs another fingerful of frosting out of the container and sucks it right down his gullet, so noisily that it makes you clear your throat. You look up from your end of the couch, from that notebook you’re always scribbling in. He wonders how you can even see, since the only real light source in the living room is from the television blaring Headbangers Ball.

“Oh shit. Am I distracting you?” he says, all mock-coquette, and sucks his finger right down to the hog’s head ring with an exaggerated slurp. “From your investigative journalism or whatever?”

You note something down, pointedly, and shove him in the thigh with your socked foot.

“Stop trying to seduce me. It’s not gonna work.”

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Robinson.” Eddie's voice is a smooth sing-song with some grumble under the surface, his bared, smiling teeth catching the light of the TV. Jeez.

“I'm writing the biography of some graceless idiot,” you prod a little further, scribbling on the page just to scribble.

Eddie hikes up in his seat, wine almost sloshing over Garfield's open cranium.

“I fucking knew it!” he cackles, jabbing a triumphant finger into your calf, “I'm your muse. I'm the reason for which your artistic heart beats. I’m your bottomless well of inspiration–”

“You have frosting on your nose.”

Eddie leans toward you, hand still on your leg. His tongue pokes out and swipes nowhere near his nose. “Did I get it?”

“No.”

Another attempt. “How ‘bout now?”

“Mm-mm.”

His dark eyes round out, pout very much pouting. He's a great pouter. That could be what you miss most about him, when you’re away.

“I think I need help,” Eddie whines.

You scoff, setting down the bear mug and the notebook on the ground.

“You’re fuckin’ relentless, you know that?”

With a couple of shuffles, you plant your thighs on either side of Eddie's lap and cup the back of his head. He's got a smug little look splashed across his face now, one that you know just how to wipe off. Your tongue licks a smidge of frosting from the tip of his characterful, unforgettable, rideable nose and Eddie's breath hitches. His hands, his fingers cuffed up in silver, dig into your thighs. Your faces, inches apart and his lashes falling as his hips ever-so-gently kick into yours.

“Shit,” he breathes, teeth pressing into his lower lip as his face tilts you-ward. “I’m at your mercy, you know that?”

You wind a couple of his curls around your fingers and Eddie presses his forehead to yours with a hum. He’s so sweet. so eager, even at the first touch. teasing his way into it but immediately losing the fight, already begging for more.

“You’re missing your show,” you inform him uselessly as his hands move up your thighs.

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie tells you, with a hairline crack running through his voice, “It’s only fucking Mötley Crüe. I wanna run Vince Neil over with a ride on lawnmower. This is quelling my rage.”

You pull your head back a little and shake it. “You wait all week for The Ball, Eddie.”

“I wait—…” he nearly chases you as you move from him, neck going stiff. A grin masks the earnestness teeming out of him, but the wine has made it a little more obvious. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, but strong is all Eddie knows. “I wait all week for you.”

Your tongue clucks against your teeth and he kind of can’t stand that pitying way you’re looking at him, and it’s kind of all he ever wants to see again ever forever in his whole life ever.

“Baby,” you mumble, like it’s stupid, and he knows it.

Eddie’s slowly losing the last fuck he has to give. He chuckles, lightly, desperately.

“But I do!” he tells you, hands sure on your hips, “I do. I wrote you into a campaign this week, y’know—even though I knew you’d hate it.”

“Mm. Even though I told you not to.”

“Yeah, even though,” he shrugs, defiant. “She's great, though—she’s a creature of the fae that’ll bewitch you on sight. And she bends around the light, appearing and disappearing at will, but you can always kinda feel her there.”

“Like psoriasis.”

“Tchyeah. her flare ups are a bitch to handle.”

“Scabby and painful, just how you like your women.” You sit back a little. He registers.

“Aw. Don’t be like that. That’s not even—...” he runs a thumb along your cheek, more for him than for you. “She just needs some soothing and she’ll be okay.“

“Eddie,” you say, and your tone’s not dark, but it could be, “do me a favour. Don’t immortalise me.”

“Huh?” his brows knit.

“It's not good for you. It’s gonna make you think I'm something that I'm not.”

“But…”

“But but.”

“But what if that’s the only way I can get close to you?” Again, that facetious look on his face, that sardonic smile that’s masking everything except the spellbound look in his eyes. Dark stars dancing in his irises from the twilight of the TV. “And I really wanna be close to you?”

“Making up stories about me? Living in your own head?” It’s something he’s heard his whole life, but you phrase it soft. But he knows what you mean. “And you like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie insists. because it’s something worth protecting, actually. “Have you been outside lately? It sucks.”

You give a little. “Salient point.”

“Besides. You write about me, how is it any different?”

“Well, I write the facts. So I can remember you. You write fantasies, so you can enjoy me.”

Eddie shakes his shaggy haired head. you’re not winning this one.

“Sorry, smartass, but there’s no way you’re writing objective facts in there. It’’s all gonna be tainted from your point of view,” his clutch on you moves to your waist and he sits up a little straighter, “which, I don’t mind. I like your point of view.” A beat. “I like that you’re seeing me at all.”

“Oh. Eddie.” It’s not as if people don’t, it’s not as if… you know, he has nobody, but the way you dig him is special. The way you dice him up.

“God,” he groans, his forehead sinking into your chest, “How can someone make me so emotional and horny. Not right. Feels like a spy tactic. You workin’ for the opposition, trying to take me down?”

“Yeah, because you’re such hot patriotic property,” your hand pets at the crown of his head, “Who died and made you America's sweetheart?”

“This boner is a betrayal of my countrymen.”

“Try a couple of bars of the national anthem and maybe you’ll calm down.”

Eddie's head pulls back so he can look at you, trying to pull focus from the way his dick is straining in his flannel pants. But, tough shit, crapshoot. He wants to press you into this sofa and rut into you slow, feel the suction of you surrounding him.

“Why aren’t we doing this again?” he asks, bleary-kinda.

“Because you get too sad when I have to leave,” you say into his curls, “and sometimes I have to leave.”

“So why do you still come here?” and when he asks you this, he doesn’t feel sad. doesn’t feel a cold shock, an empty feeling like you’ve described before. Eddie just wants to know, now, while he’s in the warmth of you.

“Because… well… no one else is worth writing about right now.”

That's okay. It’ll do. He'll take what he can get from you, even if it isn’t everything. Because what he can get is great. you smile at each other, wineskinned and a little lopsided, and you ease yourself off to cuddle into his side while The Ball plays on.

“God, those pants really leave nothing to the imagination, do they?”

“What’s that?” Eddie or Vince Neil?

“I can see the full outline of your penis head.”

“And what a glorious sight, you ungrateful degenerate.”

“Never said it wasn’t. It’s a nice shape. But.”

You push a throw pillow into Eddie's lap and he hisses a little. “If you don’t stop…”

“You’re gonna hump that pillow and think of me?”

Eddie's brain staggers alongside the beat of Ride My Rocket by Pantera as it blares from the set, looking at you with a cocked open mouth. “Yes! Obviously!”

#published by powder #e. munson by powder #eddie munson x reader

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marice23top · 11 months

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Chapter 1- Hobie Brown X Deadpool(fem) Reader

Taglist: @leothesquishy @notbluees @shslsimpette @feverish-dove @lauryn2theelectricboogaloo

“Helloooo readers, how are you guys doing… I'm hoping you said good if not well then I hope that this little monologue from me will make feel better.”

“ So I have to tell my story well. It's pretty simple. First, my dad worked at Oscorp and basically worked under the president,President Osborn. What he didn't know was that the president was a psychopath who wanted to make super soldiers and well lets just say it didn't end well on bring your daughter work day.”

“ The next thing I know is I'm being thrown out of a very tall building. I'm not kidding, the building was like 1000 feet tall cause I was falling for some time then I black out.

I awoke meeting my bestie,Hobo. Get it cause he’s an orphan and homeless.

Oh and we both found out that I can heal super fast and basically can't die. Don’t question how we figured it out or maybe question that, probably the only reason was I was still alive after being physically thrown out of a very large building.

But I continue and me and my bestie Hobo live our lives. Yknow him and I both know being orphans and all that …

Cause I don't really know where my dad went and kinda don't care.

But it didn't matter until one day while me and Hobster were going to steal a few things from some bad people. But he got bit by one of these like crazy spiders Oscorp made then BAMMM!

He has superpowers like me even though he tells me not to call what we have superpowers. But they are.

Anyways after that me and him got this brilliant idea to use these superpowers we have and to get rid of all those dirty cops and Get rid of many things that Hobo told me that are important. But I really didn’t care too much about it ,but I still help.

And that's when I became the one and only, yours trullyyyyy… wait for……wait for it……

DEADPOOLLLLLL!!!!

Yea that felt good.

Oh and Hobiey became some spiderhero. The people call him Spiderpunk but you know hobby is, he hates labels. That's why me and him aren’t even friends. I don't know what we are sometimes but most of the time were usually buddies.

Oh and after a few years of our gigs together and Hobster finally killing Ozzy Osborn. My little Hobster joined basically a mafia of other spider people.

And of course I get to sometimes join his missions, against Miguel's wishes. And the most fun part is going to other dimensions and l finding other me’s out there too. I am so cool, we Deadpools even have our own little academy full of us. Heard it from another Deadpool.

Woah! I’ve been talking for so long you probably want to see Hobby. But don’t worry you’ll see him in the next chapter. So that means you have to come back to see me if you want to see Hobo got it.Cool .

Well then see you guys lateeerrr and you'll see mister Hobo later as well. I guess.

Bye Bye.

#spider punk x reader #spider-man: across the spider verse x reader #into the spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk x reader #deadpool!reader #hobie brown x reader

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scarletevening · 3 months

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j a teaser/ test for the enxt chapter in my ghost x medic! reader.

please give me some insight/ critique cause im really in a ditch rn.

simon riley x medic! reader, chap 3 teaser, simons perspective.

Apparently, medical files were just as easily tricked by pretty brown eyes as you were. Because last time you checked, which was definitely not two or three minutes ago, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was not stated to have any tattoos.

Blinking in surprise, you watched as the hunk of muscle dashed at the other figure across the sand, white mask reflecting the light of the sun as he moves.

Eyes sharp, shoulders relaxed, lunging forward, I meet Johnny’s eyes as I grapple his shoulders and shove him to the ground, a laugh sounding from the man below me,

“Unfair, L.T.!”

My lips tease a smile, growling back,

“Don’t think so, Sargent,”

He laughs when I release him, helping him back up to his feet. Usually, I wasn’t one to skimp out on training, but I’d much rather waste my time listening to Johnny ramble on about the dog he’s been thinking of getting than doing any more combative training.

His eyes fall behind my face, his elbow coming to nudge my arm as he grins,

“Y’know L.T. I think me and that medic—”

“Quiet, Johnny.”

I warn, watching as his eyes go wide, the devil’s smile gracing his lips as he raises his arm and waves at her. I take a sharp breath, groaning as my hand tightens into a fist.

“Hi Soap, Ghost.”

She smiles. I can feel it, even though my back was facing her. I sigh, hopefully she didn’t take it the wrong way as I glance over my shoulder, turning slowly,

“Mornin’, Doc.”

“Heya, Bonnie.”

Johnny grins, standing closer than he needs to before you. He knows, he just won’t say it. I glare to my side, staring down at his half-shaved head. It was impossible to keep my eyes away from her, her damn brilliant smile, eyes curving into half crescents as they look up to meet mine.

My eyes shift back to hers, my stomach turning at the way she giggles and smiles at Johnny, at fucking Soap. How her hands rest on her hips, her hair springing out from around her face, she was clearly mid-shift. He didn’t notice.

I did.

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uhm.... thats all so lmk if i should keep it like this or burn it!! taglist: @141trash, @thriving-n-jiving, @agorophobicreader, @murder-hobo @strawberrygato idk if this is something taglist worthy, sorry if it isnt.

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 2 years

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hello! I hope you're doing good, anyways...

Can i request Chrollo x child!Reader? (Hunter x Hunter)

Chrollo is the reader's brother and the reader is like 12-13 (they're friends with Gon and Killua)

i really need fluff Chrollo istg...

Omg anon, I haven't seen hxh in such a long time so forgive me if I get something wrong 💔, also I don't know if you're asking for scenarios or drabbles or whatever, so I'll use hc's *blinks aesthetically*

Big brother chrollo x child/younger sibling reader

He'll want to give you a life he mostly never had, like giving you high quality products and foods and bombarding you with small gifts after a mission if he's gone too long for yours or his liking.

Protective big brother energy fr. 💪💪

Also for the love of God please keep nobunaga away from gon and Or killua. He's going to pester them definitely.

"Y/n! Keep that scrawny long greasy ass haired hobo away from us."

Chrollo would convince him to stop though. (Well for a while.)

He doesn't really mind your friends but if one of them brings kurapika and chrollo sees him-

If you ask to go join the troupe or go on missions with him he'll just smile and say "you're too young, maybe when you're older." Maybe. If you keep trying to convince him to he'll regret ever telling you about the troupe.

He has lost some of his fellow members and he knows what danger in being related to it brings, and he doesn't want to lose you even if the chances are low. <\3

Talking about troupes, he'll rarely ever let you near them if you keep talking about it. 💀

And if anyone messes with you may God give them mercy because chrollo won't.

He's gonna be very sweet to you. Definitely.

But I also feel like he's going to use your age as an excuse for almost everything, like-

"Can I buy these shorts?" *The shorts being a little over your knees*

"Too short. You're too young, 12 year olds shouldn't be wearing those kind."

"Can I hang out with my friends?"

"It's 7 pm, 13 year olds shouldn't to go out so late."

"Can I go to a part-"

"You're too young."

Overall he's a very sweet and caring big brother, ask for anything and he'll give it to you in 10 minutes or less.

"Chrollo?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Can I order, two big macs with a large slushie, hash browns and chocolate mint coffee with two large fries on the side?"

"...."

"One second dear."

*three minutes later.*

"Here." *Comes back with EVERYTHING you said*

"How did you get that so fast??"

"I have my ways. 😇"

Would also pat your head 24/7, if you come to him to show some unique rock you found on the ground he'll pat your head. "That's wonderful y/n." He says as he smiles and talks to you so lovingly. Jealous of you fr 😭💔

#chrollo imagine #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x reader #x child reader #x you #anime x you #x you fluff #flufftober2022 #help help help #chrollo lucifer x reader #chrollo lucilfer #hxh #hxh 2011 #hunter x hunter

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gothicgender · 3 months

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Hannah

Luna x Rolf

George x Angelina

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

#hazbin hotel #creepypasta #harry potter #monster high #teen titans #writing

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twogyuu · 1 year

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We Were Destined to Fall (But I'll Catch You) || Seven: 1923 A.D., NYC

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which he traded the fate of humanity for your love.

Genre: Angst, betrayal, greed, fallen angel!jeonghan, sinner!reader, blacksmith!seokjin, F2E!seokmin, one-sided pining, angel!joshua, mafia!au for this chapter

Warnings: Gang activity, alcohol/smoking, mildly suggestive, inaccuracies regarding the 1920s, implied unhappy ending in this life too

WC: ~1.5k

Taglist: @yoozuku @sleeplessdawn @listxn @paintedstarres @knucklesdeepmingi @nanamioo @bibinnieposts

A/N: This was sitting in the WIP for months, but I was able to finish it after being inspired by Time After Time :') We'll be traveling back to the origins of this whole dilemma in the next chapter . . . Though admittedly, I really don't know where I'm going with this fic series LOL

I didn't tag my usual permanent taglist crew for the sake of this being a terribly old series and it's kinda dark, so I didn't know if most of you wanted to read it or not! Pls lmk if you do - I'll be excluding this series from the usual tagging.

six || masterlist || next

Jeonghan leaned against the edge of the bar counter, an amber glass of whiskey and ice held loosely in his hands. He had no intention of finishing it; rather, it was a decoration for him in an effort to blend in with the drunk and dazed crowd. A black fedora hid his watchful eyes scanning through the smoke and haze. Men and women alike littered the dimly lit parlor at the corner of Main Street tonight; most held a lost glaze in their eyes, their loud laughter accompanied by puffs of smoke. Despite their jubilant grins that crinkled the corners of their eyes and the hearty chuckles at the littlest things, it didn’t quite match the emptiness in their hearts that the sounds echoed off of.

Living for centuries now, Jeonghan would never understand why some humans chose to shorten their already abbreviated lives with those thick brown sticks of death. He, himself, an immortal being, refused to set one aflame in between his lips. Perhaps if he didn’t have something to lose, something to live for, someone to look for, someone to hold onto, he’d understand.

Some humans walked this earth like ghosts: Aimlessly and without a destination. It was an unfortunate fate, but it was hard to say Jeonghan was lucky either. He was not human nor successful. He only found you once every few centuries and you’d slip through his fingers in a blink of an eye.

However, unlike most times, in this life, you found him. An orphan raised by the leader of the Mafia, himself, you were a woman before your time. You wore suits though most women fancied those sparkly, beaded flapper dresses. Martial arts was second nature to you – no man dared to let their fingers linger too long in a handshake in a business deal. Your words were clip and blunt, not superfluous and flowery like the messages hidden in the poetry of other people’s words.

This was perhaps Jeonghan's favorite version of you.

The catch, however? It made you harder to catch.

Seemingly a lost hobo by the sea ports when you first found him, Jeonghan obtained a position as a messenger and earned the trust of your father rather quickly. His words captivated your father and his stealth was unmatched. You didn’t want to admit it and your harsh remarks said otherwise, but Jeonghan knew he had your attention.

Tonight, you asked him to meet you here, yet there was nearly no trace of your oversized and overwashed suit coat. The atmosphere was absent of the usual smack of your bubblegum that always chewed at the headquarters. The only clue was the slightest whiff of your citrus sandalwood perfume when a woman in a form-fitting strapless lace navy blue dress passed by. Amidst smelly and sweaty gangsters in the less nice part of town, the smell was unique to you.

He followed the woman towards the back. Her features were shrouded by the shadows of the room, making it difficult to make out if it was you or someone else. Her black, gloved fingers lingering on the chipped door frame a minute too long, he caught a glint of her shining eyes before she disappeared into the night.

He knew that glimmer anywhere.

Jeonghan jogged after you. He fumbled with the brass doorknob, nearly breaking it from its rusty hinges in all his haste, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he was afraid to lose this one possible moment alone with you. Other than the pile of money that your father sat on, you were perhaps his second most prized possession. Not related through blood, but related through bond, you were destined for the throne in this underground, Though capable of taking care of yourself, you were always accompanied by bodyguards.

It was raining when he made it out the other side, a heavy fog clouding his view as Jeonghan turned his head side to side, squinting in search of you in the side alley. He could make out the sound of flirting and laughter from a couple – as if to mock him what could be his reality, your arm hooked with his roaming the nights together giggles and banter filling your conversation, but wasn’t. His heart had already started to sink that maybe you were more clever than he expected in this life and he messed up, missed his chance.

“I’m surprised you took me up on the invitation, Mr. Yoon,” you called.

He whipped his head in the direction of your voice. Squinting through the fog, he could make out the silhouette of your figure pressed against the wall. You weren’t looking at him though, your eyes concentrated on the cracked concrete in front of your heels.

You caught him off-guard, but Jeonghan did his best to hide it. He corrected his posture, rolling his shoulders back and straightening his spine. He cleared his throat and made his way towards you – with enough haste to show that he was intrigued, but enough nonchalance to make you curious.

He’s had a hard enough time trying with you this lifetime, a little teasing in return shouldn’t hurt. His breath hitched as you came into view. It was a garment unlike anything he’d ever seen before. It was a deep hue of navy blue, but the fabric shone under the dim lighting of the streetlamp. It hugged your body, emphasizing your best assets. The slit up to the thigh was especially breath-taking.

“Aren’t you cold, doll?” Jeonghan asked in an attempt to tease you. He gestured at your leg sticking out of the dress before slipping it back into the pocket of his slacks. He tilted his head back behind him, “We could’ve chatted inside where it’s warm.”

“What’s the fun in that?” you finally looked up, cocking a curious eyebrow at him. You scanned his body up and down, the corner of your red painted lips curling into a smirk. “There are other ways to be warm.”

Jeonghan stopped a foot in front of you, the toes of your heels and his leather shoes nearly touching if he took a step further. His dark orbs bored into your own, he slowly dragged his tongue at his bottom lip.

“What are you suggesting here?” Jeonghan asked in return, his voice dropping in an octave. He waited a beat before shuffling towards you, pressing his hand into the wall by your head.

Most women would’ve been flustered, blushing a little at this point, but you weren’t “most women” of this era.

“You intrigue me, Mr. Yoon,” you crossed your arms over your chest, staring him down.

“Do I, now?” he asked, flattered. “In what way?”

“I’ve seen your skill – the way you fight, how you save your fellow messengers,” you narrowed your eyes, “You could easily move up the ranks and become a sector officer – even an undercover cop if you wanted like Mingyu, perhaps be re-located in a better location in the city instead of this shithole,” you sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled deeply. “Yet you stay here. Why?”

No matter how many lifetimes he has met you, no matter how many different bodies you took on, there was something about you that never changed.

Even if your tongue didn’t speak the truth, your eyes did: Happiness, sadness, frustration, flattery, mistrust. If someone knew you well enough, they would know to look to your eyes for the truth.

People thought you wore sunglasses to hide your identity.

Jeonghan knew better.

Right now, it was curiosity – perhaps, desire almost.

“I think the answer is right in front of me,” Jeonghan replied.

“Those corny lines don’t work on me, Yoon,” you were quick to shoot back.

“But it’s the truth.”

“It’s not good to be close to me in this industry, Jeonghan.”

“You’ve been watching me for a long time,” Jeonghan ignored your comment. “You’re just as curious about me as I am about you – you wouldn’t have asked me to come out here otherwise.” He closed the space in between the two of you, his lips hovering centimeters away from you. Had it not been for the rough shove of your palm against his chest, Jeonghan might not have been able to restrain himself.

“If you know what’s good for you, Yoon –”

“You want to be close to me, but our ranks and the world we live in don’t allow it – ever,” Jeonghan cut you off. The blue flash across his eyes startled you, though you looked away to hide the fact. Harshly gulping down the lump in your throat, you delivered a more forceful shove; yet, he didn’t budge.

“If we can’t be in this lifetime too,” his hand gently caressed your jaw, “Just this once . . . let me show you.”

Slowly, you turned your head in his hold, fearful, yet forcing yourself to meet his icy blue gaze. Though his eyes were glowing, his expression had softened – yet it was almost . . . hypnotic. It drew you in closer, willing you to put your trust in his hands when you grew up being told to do the opposite.

“Can I?” Jeonghan asked one more time.

The way your lips molded against his own was more than enough of an answer.

Oh, how you regretted falling into temptation and learning the truth of what had been and what could've been. To have him so close, yet so far out of your reach - this was your punishment for all your sins in this life and your first.

Your beloved fallen angel who traded the heavens for you, but you couldn't do the same in return.

His life was as sorrowful as the lost and ghostly humans who wondered this world aimlessly.

In the next life, perhaps you will take matters into your own hands and take reigns on yours and his intertwined fate once and for all.

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan angst #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios

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voguescapes · 2 years

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timothee cheating on reader and she basically goes crazy? if you want to you can make it a song fic with the song we belong together by ritchie valens? take your time and i love your writing so much ❤️

traitor | t. chalamet

pairings. timothée chalamet x reader (no gender mentioned)

about. timothée cheats on (y/n), leading to unexpected consequences.

warnings. reader is kind of crazy, character death, mentions of cheating, not my gif, unedited work, let me know if i missed something.

note: i’m sorry that my writings have been short but i’m going to start making longer ones soon! also, thanks for 55 followers! i’ll make a celebration at 60!! i’m sorry for the ending it went with the song 😢 this is supposed to be angsty but it’s actually funny so sorry about that

he cheated. if i can't have him, no one can. he didn't know that i caught him yet. he thought that he was going to get away with it. after timothée fell asleep, i went over the plan.

i got dressed, and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. i grabbed a rohypnol that was in the bottom drawer of my nightstand and slipped into his water.

i shake timothée awake and tell him to drink the water.

you're mine, your lips belong to me yes, they belong to only me for eternity

"why?" he said yawning. "your voice sounded a bit sore this morning." i said smiling at him. he looked up at me and smiled a little. those brown eyes, i was going to miss looking at them when i woke up. those perfectly plump lips, i was going to miss kissing them. and those curls that always would fall to his face, i was going to miss tangling my hands in them. most of all, i was going to miss him, but cheaters get what they deserve.

after about 5 minutes of talking, he slowly falls unconscious. the hardest thing was dragging him to the car. once i finally managed to get him to the car, i put him in the backseat of the car and tie his arms and legs up with ropes and put a gag in his mouth. i start driving to a remote location and when i got there, i parked on the side walk.

you're my, my baby and you'll always be i swear by everything i own you'll always, always be mine

i drag him by his arms inside of a gate leading to an abandoned cabin. i drag his body into the empty cabin and tie him up into the wooden chair that's sitting directly in the middle of the cabin.

i make myself comfortable for the next twenty minutes or so until i finally see him wake up. "ugh, finally you're awake, you hobo!" i say as i position myself up straight. i walk up to him and take the gag out of his mouth.

"(y/n), where are we? what are you doing? hobo?" timothèe asked with the most confused look on his face.

"you cheated on me!" i walked over to him and sat on his lap looking at him directly in his eyes. he was starting to cry.

“wait, let’s talk about this!” he pleaded.

i only smiled at his request. “there’s not enough time to talk, timmy.”

i kissed him and stood up. he sat there; head down and crying. i lit a cigarette and grabbed the tank filled with gasoline, pouring it around the shed. “i love you, timmy.” i whispered for the last time ever.

you're mine and we belong together yes, we belong together for eternity

i step out of the cabin and flick the still-lit cigarette onto the cabin floor. "i love you timmy, you’ll always be mine, and only mine. for eternity." i say as i walk away hearing his screams.

it was 7 in the morning when i heard a knock on the door. i immediately knew who it was. i got up and was ready to get away with murder. i walked downstairs and opened the door seeing a police officer at the front door.

"did you find him yet?" i questioned, sounding worried. i told the cops i haven't seen him in two days and they've been searching for him ever since.

"can i come in?" he asked. i opened the door more wider to let him in. i directed him to the living room to have a seat.

"we… we found his remains in an isolated location, about 50 miles away from here.." i put my hand on my chest and started crying; staying in character.

traitor.

#request #timothee fanfic #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #angst #gender neutral reader #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #imagines

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freaky-munson · 2 years

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Little Vixen - E.Munson

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Domestic vibes that is cute, little stories based on simple seemingly not big life events ✨🫶

stories will not be connected to each other; steve/eddie/billy/robin x reader

Words: 742

Warning: fem!reader, some light dirty talk

the one where Y/n dyes her hair

From the same beginning deep inside Y/n knew it wasn’t good idea. This stupid fight she had with Eddie, that she didn’t even remember its reason, probably the D&D debate ending little bit later than expected or again renting out the horror movie even when he knew she despised those.

So she was sad, moreover she was extremely bored, due to banning her boyfriend’s visits for few days to calm down; so when this crazy thought came up in her mind, she thought ‘why not?’, without any sign of hesitation.

That’s how she ended up with her bathroom, firstly standing confidently in front of her mirror holding in her hand container with dye.

She always thought about darkening her slightly lighter hair. And spending a lot of money, when only she had shitty job at video renting store, to go to hairdresser wasn’t the best idea. In her weird mind doing it all by herself seemed to be that best idea.

Yet, her confidence worsened with each passing minute; the mess was only enlarging, she stained her face and hands and the hair ended up looking not exactly as she wanted - the warm chocolate brunette, only black as coal.

Eddie sensed something was wrong-ish. He knew that he fucked up a little when he didn’t call her to inform her about getting late from the campaign, making his girl worried about him. But this stupid silent treatment usually lasted few hours, excluding phone calls, cause even when they were mad at each other they never wanted to make themselves concerned, overthinking that something bad may happen to them.

That’s why, when she didn’t pick up the phone 3 times, he didn’t waste much time and got out his trailer and quickly decided to pay Y/n a little visit.

Having the spare key he didn’t bothered with knocking, just went inside.

“Y/n? Baby? Where are you?”

The girl’s eyes widened; she wasn’t ready to see anybody. Her hair were up in the bun, still wet from all of the maintenance after dye treatment, the bathroom was even bigger mess and apart her face and hands all of her clothes were dirty. She looked like certified hobo.

“Eddie! Wait! Stay downstairs, on no account go into the bathroom! Cause, I’m naked!”

“You know baby girl, if that was meant to discourage me, it worked quite opposite” Y/n could hear the cocky smirk that for sure painted his face and also could imagine his dirty thoughts. “What the hell happened here? And why aren’t you naked?”

“Don’t be a baby and stop with that whining. Well I might have been quite bored without your presence, and I thought, you know, that maybe changing my appearance would do me good. It turns out it slightly backfired”

“You could even go bald and you still would be the prettiest girl in my eyes. And the black hair? Damn, that’s so metal baby. I think I’m already hard for you” she rolled her eyes and started to clean up a little bit.

“Have you seen me? How is that arousing you? Besides, it won’t be black. I just need to wash it out a little bit more and we will get this pretty chocolate brown they promised”

“You sure will princess. Even when it won’t happen, the black hair is gorgeous. Baby, right now you look so beautiful. So hot. So sexy. Whatever you’re wearing, however your hair looks like you never stop turning me on, you little vixen” the curly haired boy came closer to his girlfriend and wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her closer

“Stop fooling around. You’re just horny. As always. And as you might forgot I’m still mad at you”

“Maybe within this overdue apology, for worrying you so much, instead we will worry your neighbours when you will be screaming under me, begging for making you cum after all the pleasure I’m planning on giving you.”

Eddie kissed her neck, sucking harder under the girl’s left ear making her shudder “So want do you say, is my long fingers, skilled tongue and fat cock enough for you to finally forgive me?” he whispered seductively, making Y/n extremely aroused.

She clenched her thighs holding in the sinful moan and dragged her man to her bedroom

“If I knew that you would jump my bones as soon as I dyed my hair, I would do it long time ago.”

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domestic vibes

@nightthou @dessmxsworld @thxliaaa @screambih

eddie munson

@dessmxsworld @nightthou @thxliaaa @angelina0191 @brxkenartt

#stranger things imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut

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forcecaptainnoceda · 2 years

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Not my gif

🩸🔪Saber🔪🩸

Warnings: Light swearing, reader being a gay bitch, cannon typical violence, SLOW BURN

Fennec x nb!reader (no pronouns stated)

This is my first fic so sorry if it is horrible

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I know this is my job, but it doesn’t mean I hate doing it any less. Also, before you mention it, I know that I choose to do my job this way. Well enough complaining, I have to get this done.

As soon as I enter the room in my maroon ball gown all eyes are on me. As I walk directly over to my target I noticed a table with a big man that almost looked like a body guard. This was my target, well sort of. This is the part I hate, I go to sit on his lap and his eyes get this sinister glint. I introduce myself, like he cares. He looks at me with such entitlement that is makes me want to off myself or him. I push my thoughts out of the way as I begrudgingly plant our mouths together in a kiss. Saying I hate it would be an understatement. This is my chance. Because he is so involved with the kiss he doesn’t even notice me turn my ring into a dagger. In one quick motion I slit his throat. Surprisingly no one had noticed till his heavy ass body hit the floor. This sound caused everyone in the whole bar to look over and see what happened. Most people started screaming and running. So I took my opportunity’s. “Sweetheart do you want to go back to your parents?” I ask my target. I don’t get a response in words, just by them shaking their head yes. Right when I pick them up people start shooting at me. I am not endangering my target, so I turn my back to shield them. Luckily they have a storm troopers aim. I run to safety and check to see if I had gotten shot. “Are you okay?” My target seemed to be about 6 years old so I could be honest, instead I just said, “yes sweet pea. Are you okay? What’s your name?” They shook their head then confidently said, “My name’s Kona and I’m six and half!” Displaying their age on their fingers. I giggled slightly cause how could you not? I picked them up and started walking to my ship. About half way there I decide it would probably be a good idea to take my heels off before I utterly obliterate my ankles.

Once I get back I escort them to their parents. As soon as we are insight of Kona’s parents I let them down so they can run to them. It was so sweet I am pretty sure my teeth were rotting. They give me my money and leave. I get called into my bosses office, oh fun. “You know you can’t ask questions right? That is the rule, you get employment so you don’t ask questions.” My boss seemed to be annoyed with not only my behavior, but the fact that I actually completed the job and got payed in full. Instead of replying with sass or something else that won’t get me very far, I just simply sate, “I knew that this target was a kid. I draw the line at murdering kids or giving them to people so that they can be leverage. So, I asked questions.” “I don’t care where your lines are drawn we have a no questions policy!” She has always hated me and it all seemed to be coming out right now. I nod my head so that I would seem as though I am just dismissing her. “I am going to give you another chance because Even though I hate to say it, you are the best bounty hunter we have. Your next job will be shared. You are going to be partnered with a legendary bounty hunter, so don’t embarrass yourself. I will give you more info later. Oh and put some shoes on!” After this very one sided conversation I turn around as fast as possible so that she doesn’t seeing me rolling my eyes.

My time alone seemed to pass in an instant, but now I had to look like my life wasn’t falling apart at the seems. “I wonder who this legendary bounty hunter is?” I thought to myself. I pulled the closest thing I could find on which happened to be a brown, one sleeved, skin tight, turtle neck and some navy blue baggy almost sweat pants. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked like a hobo. I wanted this super serious amazing bounty hunter to take me seriously, so I grabbed a black over the top corset and put it on. Not moments later I left with my shoes in hand. Walking through the streets of Batu was interesting to say the least, but I was trying to get where I needed to go. So, instead of dealing with all the people I took the roof route. It is faster, less distracting, you are less likely to get killed, and just over all a better option. Plus, I found it so fun.

Once I got to my agency I made my way inside and into my bosses office. Once I enter I see a woman in the office with me, “this might be the incredible bounty hunter” I thought to myself. As if reading my mind she turned around and revealed her face. It took my a minute to notice her, but this was Fennec fucking Shand! She was known as one of the most bad ass bounty hunters out there. I immediately drop my shoes in shock. She nods in my direction cause me to blush because Jesus she is pretty! Trying not to embarrass myself anymore than I already have I nodded back and walked past her to greet my boss. She looks at me and laughs at my fluster. She formerly introduces us, saying, “I figure you guys already know who the other one is, but this is legendary bounty hunter Fennec Shand and this is Y/n.” Fennec then states, “I have heard a lot about you, it’s good to finally put a face to the name.” As if I wasn’t already dying she made me turn into a tomato. I some how chocked out, “It is a pleasure meeting you.” She laughed at my struggling. Feeling the tension in the air Shirley started telling us about our target, but I didn’t really pay attention to it, I was just staring at Fennec.

“So do you want to lure the target and I kill?” Fennec started talking and in all honesty I was dozing off because I had a long ass day. She then nudged me and smiled saying something along the lines of, “what, are you already sick of me dagger?” I was honestly so out of it that I just stumbled a little bit and said sorry to whoever I hit. “Oh wow, are you okay?” Fennec asked bending down a little bit to ask me that question. I looked at her and started apologizing. She told me that I am okay and everyone has rough days. She is incredibly soft for a universe class bounty hunter. “Can I go back to your place and talk about strategy?” She was so kind it astounded me. In the middle of that thought, other bounty hunters started shooting at us and trying to take us hostage. I took a dagger from my hair threw it at one of them and killed the rest with my lightsaber. Fennec looks at me with something that says both, “wow that was amazing” and “stupid bitch I could’ve done that by myself.” I wonder which one it was, cause I am so nervous I made a bad choice, but whatever. To get some of my feelings out I turn and wink at her before walking again.

We secure our target smoothly. So in celebration I brought her some spotchka and offered a high-five. Of course she accepted and said, “nice work saber.” That nickname is so annoying, but also amazing. I started giggling at the attention and returned the compliment. The thought of being with her returns to my mind. So naturally I tell myself, “SHUT UP! NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR EXISTENCE, LET ALONE HER.” Apparently I showed it on my face cause fennec shoved me and asked, “saber, you okay?” I absentmindedly nod yes. My brain decided to betray me by making me blurt, “Do you want to stay partners? Like always be paired up on missions?” Fennec stares in a blank, unreadable face and then states that, “I’ll have to think about it.” My face falls thinking that I ruined something else, but fennec messes up my hair and says, “well I thought about it and my answer is yes.” I looked at her in the face, you could tell she thought that this was hilarious. I started screaming, “FENNEC I SWEAR TO THE MAKER IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN I WILL MURDER YOU!” She just pushes me and says in a very cocky tone, “you know you love me.” I roll my eyes in return. This earns a fake hurt face from fennec. “Okay, your right, I do.” It has been 10 years…

#running with the lgbt #lesbians #they are gay #fennec shand #reader x Fennec Shand #fennec x reader #fennec x nb!reader

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bloodymiso · 6 days

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oh my god the porn accs are addinf hoboe brown x reader to their list of false tags😭

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In the Bleak Midwinter (Various Cillian Murphy Characters One Shots)

Yes, hi. Welcome. Did I make a one shot book dedicated to the characters Cillian Murphy has played? (MASTERLIST HERE)

Yes.

Why?

I have no clue. Maybe because I love him so much. I don't know.

So let's get started.

RULES:

No 18+ please! NO SPICE EITHER. This all makes me uncomfortable.

You can request for any character. I haven't seen all his movies yet so the characters might not be written just like they really are. But that doesn't mean I won't look up the character.

I won't do the actual Cillian. This again makes me uncomfortable. This is DEDICATED to his characters, not him.

I'll try to do OCs but that's usually not my style. I mostly do x readers. But don't let that stop you.

INFO

I'm gonna say it now and I'm gonna say it again like I do in every one shot book I create: READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL, unless specified. I do angst and fluff (NO SMUT).

I'm willing to do all his characters. EVEN though I've only seen few of his films and shows. But here's the ones I've seen:

Batman Begins (Cillian as Jonathan Crane is my favorite)

Red Eye (I fell asleep halfway, I don't remember much)

Inception (we need more Robert Fischer fics out there)

Dunkirk (I might be hesitant about writing for his character in that film, only because he wasn't given a proper name)

Breakfast on Pluto (I saw a photo and nearly died from his beauty in that film)

In the Heart of the Sea (I call it Tale of a Whale even though the whale had little screen time. I also cried in this)

Tron Legacy (He was only in it for a brief moment. GO LOOK IT UP, I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS IN THAT!)

The ones I know too much (It means I've seen clips of it):

Peaky Blinders (I've seen a few clips on YouTube)

Oppenheimer (I MIGHT NOT WRITE FOR THIS GUY)

28 Days Later (Does this take place in February?)

Watching the Detectives (I don't know why, but I have a grudge against Neil....I think....)

In Time (All I know his that his name is Raymond and he deserved better)

The ones I've heard of but haven't seen:

Red Lights (I thought it was the sequel to Red Eye)

On the Edge (I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT)

Anthropoid (I heard he smoked a lot in this film)

Peacock (From Patricia to Emma. He looks pretty with brown eyes)

A Quiet Place 2 (I call him Hobo Cillian in that)

If there's any film or show I missed out on, let me know. I'll write for that character.

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sanderberg44 · 2 years

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