#gended neutral reader

[thedemises]

. . .  SOMETHING TO SAVOUR! featuring the straw hats!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, one piece, luffy being luffy, bad writing for a fighting scene 💀, pretty much a oneshot inspired by the live action episode where opla!sanji is introduced, but reader is the waiter, some dialogue lines are somewhat changed as well as those two guys who attempted to kill each other, the reader is called [name] so feel free to imagine that as your own name, bad flirting; brought to you by the waiter! reader. crossposted on ao3. notes! . . .  AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- hello :D, hope everyone's doing alright cuz I'm not! but don't you worry about that, I think I'll handle everything just ok 👍👍

sniff... sniff sniff-... sniff...

“hmmm... i smell...”

a familiar young man's nostrils flare as he sniffs the air like a dog seeking for a mere piece of meat, tilting his face upwards to get a whiff of the savour scented air coming from a nearby restaurant a few miles away. he held on to his straw hat by a hand that's placed on the top, just so it wouldn't slip off.

“...MEAT!”

as it were an instinct, monkey d. luffy bounced off the thousand sunny the moment it docked as he went off towards the direction where the smell was coming off from, drooling as he imagined the meat he'll get to eat today. meanwhile, both god usopp & tony tony chopper decides to jump off and followed after to catch up to luffy as well as call out to him.

as the other crewmembers were getting ready to get off the ship (excluding cyborg franky, he was in charge to look after the thousand sunny and was busy with something he urgently needed to fix), most of which watched as their captain, sharpshooter, & doctor headed towards the nearest village ahead through the thick forest.

“we haven't even gotten off and that idiot is already going after food everytime we dock at a new island...”

the navigator, cat burglar nami jutted out her hip as she places a slim hand over her forehead and the other on her hip, seemingly unamused as she closes her eyes shut at her captain's usual antics. but knowing him though, she couldn't name a thing could prevent this—after all, that is luffy's natural nature.

“we only docked here to have restock our suppiles after a month of sailing on the sea and the first thing he does is look for food.”

an amused chuckle erupts from nico robin's throat (including soul king brookwho laughed heartedly to himself), as the lady crossed an arm over her chest while her other arm positions itself to have her chin rest on her hand. robin wore a carefree and calm face, the opposite of what the ginger woman felt.

“it's amusing” her voice was as fruity and pleasant as it always is whenever she spoke, the dark-haired woman calmly walks past the other girl who eventually followed after.

it didn't take long for luffy to search for a restaurant nearby, savory symphony was the name, already dashing towards the place with no signs of stopping—luffy usually listens to his guts than his brain after all, hunger overtaking his mind.

standing in front of the restaurant, he takes a good look at the place overall—the strong scent of food wafting from the entrance to persuade and attract customers, the warm and cozy color scheme of the building; splashing of carefully selected colors going well together with the others, the creative design of the arch way and sign that displays the restaurant's sole name—before luffy heads on in without a second thought, approaching the direction of the hostess who was greeting people coming in or out, while subconsciously licking his lips when imagining the food he'll eat.

eventually, afterwards, the whole crew (not really) got themselves seated at a table by the kind hostess (also, nami had to hit both black-leg sanji and brook for attempting to flirt with the woman +trying to ask what color her underwear was) and waited for a waiter to come and serve them after skimming the menu.

“luffy, stop trying to eat the table,” nami speaks, gazing at her captain gnawing at the table with furrowed brows after smacking him on the head. then she sighed when the impatient luffy whined back. “but i'm hungry!!! the food's taking too long...”

“just wait. the waiter isn't here to take our order yet.”

nami turned her attention to the other crewmembers, glancing at roronoa zoro's direction specifically who hadn't finished ordering yet. as in—if he did. “okay, so is everyone ready to order?”

zoro, still looking at the menu with a squinted eye, said while staring down at the menu, “not yet,”

“did ya even read the thing?” sanji spoke while he eyes the grass-haired swordsman with a pointed gaze, holding his lit cigar between two fingers. usopp added along with a raised eyebrow, noticing the swordsman's mannerisms, “yeah, sanji's right. you've been staring at the menu for a while now, not even touching it either.”

then, after a bit of thinking and internal decision-making, zoro handed the menu to sanji who perked up at that as his curled eyebrows raised up.

“oi, you're the cook. pick something i would like.”

“huh? again?”

nevertheless, the crew's cook took the menu without further complaints and began skimming through the choices of varied beverages and meals, thinking to himself which suitable dish to select for the green-haired man (who was grinning smugly to himself for a some reason but, somehow, nobody took notice—too busy with something they're focused on—perhaps, except the observant archeologist).

“yohohohohoho!”

a heartedly laugh erupts from brook's moving jaw (but how would he be laughing in such manner when brook doesn't have a esophagus or vocal cords anymore?) while he examines every inch of the restaurant's interior, feeling intrigued and amazed at the exquisite designing (noticeable inspiration coming from music sheets; the musical symbols, clefs, lines, breaks, key signatures, etc.); after all, he is a musician and that is his passion for his whole life.

just witnessing people appreciate music in a kind way, even if it's only through creating a musical theme for a restaurant, brings him joy.

“the place is quite lovely. i assume the owner has quite a love for music, no?” the tall skeletal man rotates his skull to face the intrigued archeologist, who was also studying the place with an attentive gaze.

robin glanced and nodded with a soft, yet uncanny, smile. “it is indeed. it's no wonder the restaurant's called the savory symphony. It's a musical term, isn't it?”

“oi! listening to what i am saying: this here is my table. close to the kitchen so I can smell the beef.”

a loud voice of a man can be heard out throughout the restaurant, coming from a few tables away from the strawhats—his gruff voice that bounced off the walls made every person in the restaurant to turn and focus their attention on him and the other guy he was arguing with, listening clearly. luffy only stopped chomping on the table to look over at the scene that the others were paying attention to.

“maybe you ought to try a table outside,” the other man begins, jabbing with a thumb over his shoulder to where the exit is, while he casually sits in one of the seats in a relaxed manner. he wears dark glasses and has bubblegum pink hair pulled back in a half-up ponytail. despite his soft features, the sword by his side and his wrist resting on the hilt indicate that he probably is not one to play around.

“hah?”

the red-haired man, who had earlier called out for everyone to hear, got up right at once and tried to frighten the pink-haired man by sizing him up, but the latter remained composed and showed no signs of fear.

“cause’ right now, the only thing I smell is you.” the male with pink hair concluded his statement with a smirk on his face; one may infer from that that he is quite prideful.

of course, the other doesn't take this too calmly.

“RAHHH!” crashing of glasses and plates rang out after the man with messy red hair forcibly knocked off the fragile tableware in rage, frustrated of the guy who sat in front of him so casually—sitting in his chair of his table that he paid for.

the other patrons at the other tables start beginning to feel nervous of the situation escalating before them, yet no one took the place to prevent the two men from making their argument grow into a full physical fight inside the restaurant.

in the background while the duo were arguing as their voices (really, mostly the red-haired) go increasingly louder, there was rustling of clothing—it was faint and quick; like the thing or individual was in a rush to put on the unspecified clothing.

“now, now, gentlemen,” with footsteps that sound a lot like metal clanking against the wooden floor, the two men focus their attention on to the approaching figure instead of themselves—and saw a friendly-looking pretty individual in a formal black suit while holding a platter of fresh bread in one hand

now that he's focused on the person—are they a woman or a man? he doesn't know, but it's rude to assume when you don't know what something, or someone, truly is. plus, the waiter is really pretty—his perceptive gaze becomes lovelorn; if someone were to look a little closer, his pupils would appear to have changed into pumping hearts, and a light blush appears on his cheeks as he admires the attractive waiter from head to toe, almost shamelessly (gaining the cook a side-eye from thr green-haired swordsman, which he chooses to ignore).

however when he looks down at the person's legs, sanji briefly loses that loving expression and replaces it with one of confusion and curiosity. for a second he catches a shiny glint, as if the light bounced off something reflective, but the dark shadows obscure whatever he's trying to see, so nonetheless he made up his mind, shaking his head and assumes he's just seeing things.

“just so you know the rules here: we do not waste food, and there is no fighting at the symphony.”

the redhead doesn't back down and disregards the waiter's mere words with a brush off his shoulder, having an eager expression on his face. “no. this ain’t gonna be a fight. I’m just going to kill him-”

the other lets out a scoff, smirking a bit more as if to challenge the man. “i'd like to see you try.”

before the argument could escalate any further for the two angered men, the worker promptly takes a step forward to interfere and raises a straight hand in a stop motion, the smile (though stiff) never dropping off their face. “i’d like to pour you each a glass of ithürzburger stein,”

glancing between the two men with an expectant gaze, they added with a short bob of their head, “on the house.”

for once, the red-haired man considers this offer as his tense shoulders relax, then he nods and calms down from the anger he previously felt.

“okay, I’ll have that drink,”

this pleases the waiter for a moment, glad to not be dealing with not one, but two nuisances in the first few minutes into their shift. however, they changed their mind when the man's calmness completely gets washed away by a wave of bloodlust as his hand slowly reaches over to grab the handle of his axe attached on to his back.

“only after he apologizes for his bad manners.”

“over my dead body.”

the bubblegum-haired male abruptly stands up and goes to unsheath his blade as the other man takes out his double-bladed axe, both reeked in bloodlust and battle hungry gazes as they glared at one another. none of them were backing down from this fight (even if it were petty).

the waiter, however, wasn't letting this happen before their very eyes and interferes the fight from happening—tossing the plate up into the air beforehand—and attacked the two men by sending harsh blows using their legs.

“argh!”

“ugh!”

the red-shaded men let out grunts of pain in unison, the unnamed waiter hitting at least one of their weak spots as the individual knocks both of them down before one of them could slice a hair of theirs. the plate of bread fell down from the air and the waitperson, perfectly on time, impressively caught the plate and each single piece of bread onto its surface.

some people there were impressed by the employee's skills and reaction time, and  from the other table where most the strawhat pirates sat; usopp, chopper, and luffy looked amazed at the waiter's fighting skills.

“that waiter's a good fighter,” luffy offhandedly says, with the captain's lips upturn into an iconic grin as tilts his face to the others; that most came to a silent shared agreement.

though, sanji seems to be focused on his thoughts when he got a quick look at the waiter's legs more properly as they lifted a leg to kick the two men. his expression was unreadable so no one wasn't able to tell what he'd been thinking about.

taking a breath, the waiter looks down and kicks the knocked-out swordsman to the head to make sure to themselves that he's completely unconscious for a sometime. a deep, weary sigh escapes their lips as they stepped past the unconscious bodies.

with a hand inside the pocket of their pants as they walk over to the next table, the individual clears their throat and acts quite like as if nothing happened.

“alright everybody, no cause for alarm, folks! please, enjoy your meals!” their voice was loud enough for all of the restaurant's people to hear audibly and clear as they smoothly pass by table after table towards a certain one, meanwhile the staff proceeds to go on doing their jobs like normal and the customers remain back to minding their own business either eating and/or talking to their friends and family.

though some, more likely new customers, were whispers towards another about the scene that just happened. meanwhile, the customers that came frequently and were familiar with the place and all the employees weren't as disturbed or the least bit surprised.

as soon as the unnamed worker approaches the strawhat crew, they place the plate of bread on to the table's surface—instantly, the rubber boy noticed and stretches over to grab almost of the baked goods, though chopper and usopp were luckly enough to have had grabbed some before their captain could get it all—and briefly fixed up their patterned necktie before promptedly speaking.

“hi,” they began, with firmness and exasperation—possibly from the previous scene that recently occured—but yet they still wanted to appear friendly as they put on a front of excellent customer service. one may notice they're vaguely confrontational.

“welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance—”

the waiter looks away from the strawhats' table to another table where some laughing punks were seated and having a good time; thankfully, they weren't making any noise that would disturb other patrons. As they settle into a stance after previously shifting their weight from right to left, the waiter reluctantly turned to face the pirate group.

“—is the food. my name is [name], what can I get for you?” the waiter stood with their head cocked slightly, their gaze blinked off sideways as if in thinking something else.

“one of everything!”

luffy proudly said that without a trace of hesitation, even as he was stuffing his face with the tasty bread. his voice was muffled as he happily chewed, relishing the taste—the waiter just remained mostly unfazed by his boisterous commentary.

the worker doesn't miss a beat when they added, “so, any drinks? perhaps one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

nami raises an eyebrow in response to the waiter named [name]'s veiled passive-aggression. the ginger woman crosses her arms and legs to make herself more comfortable, as she speaks up with indifference.

“giving us the hard shell right off the bat, huh?”

the instant nami spoke, [name] focuses their gaze and full attention on to the young lady. the waiter's attitude turns a 180° angle with their attention given to the bright ginger-haired pirate—this makes zoro involuntarily scoff in the background.

“ah, apologies, miss, I.. didn’t see you there.” the server chuckles a bit at their mistake, though it wasn't exactly neccesary, “would you care for an apéritif to start? we have several rare micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps, you’d like a glass of umeshu?”

with a smirk formed on their face, the corner of their mouth having smile wrinkles that formed over the years from merely cracking a smile or frown, [name] briefly blinks one of their eyes while still staring at nami—basically, winking at her. “you know, something sweet for someone sweet.”

nami reacts to this odd behavior with her face scrunched up into a grimacing expression. “is something wrong with your eye?”

“just blinded by your beauty.” is what the waiter replies with a dazed, dreamy look in their half-lidded eyes. this makes nami cringe slightly more for a brief second but she attempts to maintain a polite face. somewhat.

meanwhile, the other members—excluding luffy, who was looking out for the food from the entrance where the other waiters come out with a tray of food ready to be served to their perspective customers—appeared baffled, curious, intrigued, amused, and smug at the display before them.

sanji, staring flabbergasted, gets a jab to his side; causing him to grunt in pain as he looks at who nudged him—zoro. and that bastard had a smug, smirking face that made the blonde want to personally kick it off himself.

“that waiter acts a lot like you,” the swordman comments, letting out a brief scoff at the exchange between their navigator and the waiter serving them as he turns his head to properly face the cook, “like a carbon copy of you. but possibly, better.”

at that, the black-leg pirate fumes but he internally calms himself down to avoid causing a scene—why does it awfully irk him to have a want to tell off the waiter named [name] to knock it off and away from his dear nami-swan? while simultaneously having a connection with that server even though he probably hasn't met this person yet?

having nothing else to say to spit a remark at the stupid mosshead, sanji stays seated in his place while he watched the scene before unfold.

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[fairykazu]

hi pookie !!!!!!! congrats on 500 u deserve it frfr 🫶 for the event, can u have a bouquet of petunias with dan heng? thank you and congratulations again teehee :3

petunias with dan heng prompt: realizing feelings side note: oh mu god i think i brainrotted and then forgot my train of thought. this isn't exactly the prompt but he does realize it i swear. i might write a follow up afterwards because i hate the way i ended this. event masterlist 𝜗𝜚 hsr masterlist

nervous was a feeling that dan heng never allowed himself to feel, he only let it fleetingly pass by like the winter breeze. but he doesn’t understand how he began to feel anxious around you, just simply on edge just by being near you. he could just sweat pure bullets from the amount of sweat he could feel, making his palms sweaty. 

when the both of you went on an assignment for collecting extinguished cores, he nearly left mid-fight, not that he’d leave you in the middle of a fight, but your hand briefly touched his and he died within that moment. after that, he zoned out the entire mission, just focusing on the touch between his thumb and your index finger. his and yours, and his and yours- 

frankly, he doesn’t understand this feeling. if he asked someone on the express, surely, they would know why he’s acting this way. but he doesn’t want to seem like a bother to them. maybe he’d resort to them after a good dive into the archives. 

there was a gentle knock against his door but he didn’t hear it, head too deep in various books that were wide open. stacks of books and stacks of books littered the archives’ floors, it was like a maze to even just travel to dan heng. there were books like feelings and how to understand them and are you anxious? there are reasons why in the shelves. although, he was confused how they got there, maybe when march got them to read for fun, he was thankful. 

did he get the answers he needed? no. but they were helpful regardless yet he was in a dead end. well, it’s time to ask the express, maybe they’d know and surely, they would tell him. but when he tried to seek out answers from himeko and welt, they exchanged a look and laughed with each other. 

welt cleared his throat. “okay, himeko, let’s not laugh too much, maybe he knows why.” 

himeko wiped a tear from her face from laughing too much, catching her breath, “welt, c’mon, just look at him. he doesn’t know anything!” 

“dan heng isn’t clueless.” they were talking about him as if he didn’t even exist. until both of them looked at dan heng as if there was something he was supposed to know.  “is there something im missing?” dan heng asked, confused. 

“no…” 

“okay?” 

. ❀

back to the drawing board, he walked into his room, seeing march and stelle sitting in there. march raised a brow, “dan heng, your room’s a mess, even messier than stelle’s!” it was true, despite the silver haired girl protesting against the so-called “allegations” march is painting on her, his room was messy. there was post it notes on the walls, books on the floor, mattress and even the fan? was he really that deep into researching this feeling, if it is even real? 

“i was curious about something, that’s all.” 

“about what?” 

“name, something about name. they’re confusing me.” 

stelle quipped back, “what? that you like them?” the girl in pink gasped, march slapped stelle’s shoulder, “stelle!” she continued in a whisper-yell, “you weren’t supposed to tell him, he was supposed to figure this out himself.”  

dan heng tilted his head, deep in thought, ignoring the commotion the couple was making in front of him. 

what? no, no, he doesn’t like name like that. 

“look what you did, stelle! you broke him.”  march said, tapping on dan heng’s shoulder as if he was a buzzer in a game show. 

sure, sometimes, dan heng imagines a world where the two of you are together. tranquil hours spent in the park, just looking at each other. or cooking with each other, have a cat or a dog and rest together until the end of time or he’d pray to an aeon for eternity to exist forever just to see you as you both grow old.

but that’s because this is how friends act, right? 

[lxvebun]

buns notes : Hanma makes me a little feral in general but something about him calling you doll/sweetheart?! Nnnngggh

content:soft!Hanma Shuji x Gender neutral reader. Drabble. So soft and fluffy you may get a toothache. Forehead kisses. Reader is described as pretty and adorable, because you are!>:)

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Maybe it's the way it so naturally rolls off his tongue, maybe it's because the nickname is paired with his pretty golden, lovesick eyes looking at you like you've hung the stars or perhaps it's the way that nickname is always paired with physical touch. Hands gently wrapping around your waist or his thumb smoothing over your cheek. But you melt at the way he calls you doll and sweetheart. At this point, he probably uses it more than your name and just thinking about the first time he chose the nicknames over your actual name never fails to make you flustered.

It wasn't even said in a flustering setting but oh did it make your breath hitch and your heart beat a little faster.

It took place on an early morning, after your first night at his place. Your body was still warm from sleep, not fully awake when Shuji walked in, sat down beside you, softly stroked his thumb over your cheek, and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead to wake you gently. Then, as soon as he saw you were conscious enough to listen, leaning down to whisper in your ear

"Morning, sweetheart,"

"hmmm"

"What would you like for breakfast, doll?

There it is, the combo that makes your head a little dizzy, makes your heart flutter in your chest and your face warm up. And he KNOWS. That's the worst (or best) thing, he knows exactly what he's doing and at times like these when you're swatting his hands off of you and opt to hide your face from him, A little chuckle cannot help but escape his lips.. He's a menace<3 it's what he does best. If you really want him to stop, he would, but seeing as you haven't outright told him to, and you keep giving him these adorable reactions every time, he's not stopping anytime soon. You're his sweetheart, his pretty doll and you will be until you decide not to be anymore.

Thank you for reading angels <3

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[kingofspadescos]

Dean Winchester x Reader - Ballroom Blitz

Right- sp I've gotten myself hyperfixated on Supernatural and well- I'm only on season 5 but I had an idea- so here we go

Reader is Gended Neutral

Anything in () - is unimportant parts of the song, not plot dependent

Song - Ballroom Blitz : By - Sweet (YouTube video at the bottom)

So imagine-

Dean and Sam were on another case, chasing what they presumed to be demons. A string of murders had been traced back to a bar in fucktown nowhere Pennsylvania, and the brothers had immediately swung by the bar once they made the connection.

(Are you ready, Steve? Uh-huh.

Andy? Yeah.

Mick? Okay.

Alright, fellas, let's go!)

As soon as they entered the bar, they were hit in the face by loud music, the stench of alcohol, and the overall buzz as a hoard of people gathered on the dance floor. Dean looked around with a smirk. This was something he could get used to.

"Hey Sammy, why don't-"

"Oh, it's been getting so hard. Living with the things you do to me"

Dean was cut off by the band that was currently providing entertainment for the customers at the bar. His eyes swept across the makeshift stage of the joint, and up to the singer, who was already looking directly at him. He tilted his head in question, but the singer only smirked and averted their eyes to his brother.

"My dreams are getting so strangeI'd like to tell you everything I see" they sang, looking directly at Sam before grinning and looking to the back of the bar.

"OH!" They practically yelled, causing Dean to spin around to see what they were looking at, thinking something was wrong.

"I see a man in the back as a matter of fact. His eyes was as red as the sun."

He turned back around with a roll of his eyes, now realizing it was only part of the song. When he looked back at the stage you were looking at him again, with a shit eating grin.

"And the girl in the corner that no one ignores 'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one" You said, and even though it was only a lyric, Dean could tell by the glint in your eye and the way you nodded your head in his direction, you were aiming the line at him.

(Oh yeah! It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you preformed. It's like God had made you the headlight and Dean the deer, unable to move a muscle, to entranced.

"And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack", And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang, making a pointed glance to the back of the bar again, but Dean didn't pay much mind to it, a stupid boyish grin still present from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You only rolled your eyes once they were trained back on him. "And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you", It'll turn into a ballroom blitz" You continued, crossing one foot over the other and spinning around with a wide grin. He couldn't lie, you had a captivating stage presence.

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

Once you finished the chorus you spun back around, locking eyes with Dean again, before sinking to the stage floor on one knee.

"Oh reaching out for something. Touching nothing's all I ever do" You sang, stretching out a hand to the middle of the crowd. "Oh I softly call you over" you said, moving you arm so your hand was reaching out towards Dean, before beckoning him over with one of your fingers. "Then you appear there's nothing left of you."

Dean almost without hesitation began walking closer to you, only being stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Dean no. You promised you would help me investigate" Sam protested, but Dean shrugged his hand off. "I am helping" Dean insisted with a smirk before walking over to you, moving so there wasn't more than a few feet between the two of you.

"And the man in the back is ready to crack. As he raises his hands to the sky" You continued, your eyes stareing into the shorter brother, as if you were trying to tell him something. "And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner. She could kill you with a wink of her eye." Then with a very pointed wink, you were standing up again, dancing across the stage, returning to give your audience your full attention.

(Oh yeah!

It was electric

So frantically hectic

And the band started leaving

'Cause they all stopped breathing

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

As soon as the bridge was over you once again sunk to your knees, seeing as Dean hadn't move from his spot. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang again, and looked to the back of the bar once more, and this time Dean looked back catching a glimpse of a man who looked to have black eyes.

Realization flashed in his eyes as the song lyrics finally sunck in. However, he didn't have enough time to react as he felt fingers grasp his chin and turn his head back towards you.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you"It'll turn into a ballroom blitz. Ballroom blitz." You repeated, emphasizing your words, keeping your firm grasp on his chin to make sure he understood what you were saying before letting him go.

Than everything seemed to happen at once, a scream from the back of the room and then chaos. Dean turned hand immediately on his gun, making his way to the bar. Sam who was already several steps ahead of the other, was already fighting off two demons, stabbing one through the cheek with the demon-killing knife.

(Oh yeah!

It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

You continued to sing even as you jumped down from the stage and followed Dean, your own gun in hand. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You said, coming up behind Dean, turning so your back was to his, making it so you didn't have any blind spots.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you" It's turned into a ballroom blitz."

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

A few minutes and injuries later, four bodies laid dead at your feet. "Who are you?" Sam questioned, still on edge, knife ready in hand.

"Sammy c'mon-" Dean protested, even though he couldn't help the curiosity that had been buidling up ever since he saw you.

"Dean don't" Sam said "who are you?"

You huffed, walking back to your stage to grab a half a day old bottle of water.

"Y/n, my name is y/n" you introduced yourself "I'm a hunter, like you, had a dream about the two of you coming to this shit town but couldn't do anything about it since the demons had us on lock down."

You took a much needed drink of water to cool your dry throat before explaining more. "Luckily most of them like to have fun, and what's more fun than a little show?" You grinned "had to get you two to notice them somehow, thought the song was fitting."

Dean had followed you back to the stage, his signature flirtacious smirk gracing his features "well I quite enjoyed it" he said with a wink, moving to stand infront of you.

"Oh I know you did, took you forever to realize that I was trying to warn you and not just flirt with you" you replied with your own smirk.

A chuckle erupted from his lips "so you were flirting with me?" He asked, ignoring every other part of your sentence, opting to get step closer to you.

You shrugged, taking your own step towards him, your hand curling into his collar to bring him closer, Dean immediately biting his lip in response.

"And if I was?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Then I think I owe you a thank you, a date, a bit more"

( It's, it's a ballroom blitz

It's, it's a ballroom blitzIt's,

it's a ballroom blitz

Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz)

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Writing Rules:

1. No Rape, Underage Age shit, Scat, Incest, gore, or anything else that sounds disgusting

I WILL NOT DO IT

2. SMUT IS allowed (to an extent)

3. Only X Male Reader or Gende Neutral stories NO FEMALE READERS

4. I will keep things short sometimes because I am not free all the time to write stuff + I'll post something to let yall know if I'm not feeling good to write something as well

5. Mostly doing COD stuff right now or you can even request stuff with the C.L.A.W.S

6. Now if you are Female but perfectly chill with Male Reader only stuff, I don't mind you being in here, otherwise, haters can get the fuck out...

Follow these rules and I'm fine with you...

Sup!

I'm Guard-Key Wolf but call me Guards!

As you can see I'm a big fan of the color purple so you're gonna see a lot of that around here.

I liked to post video games stuff sometimes, mostly COD tiktoks as you can see as well!

Plus, I like to draw and write about my OCs the C.L.A.W.S!

So please enjoy!!!

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Newest Fics: Getting Answers the Hard Way (smut)

Demon!Male Reader + 141 feat. Alejandro + König

The 141 Boys/Los Vaqueros/ KorTac + SpecGru X Male Reader with Big Wolf 2

The C.L.A.W.S in the CODVerse

The COD Boys Fics

[edithlovesyou]

SLASHER HEADCANNONS!!!

alright, so first off, i have NEVER don't this before lol i am trying my best with wording and i try to keep everything gender neutral lol (I fixed this up, older writing update- almost a year later)

THOMAS HEWITT

he tries his best to be gentle

he canonically has the emotions of a child so he probably has a lot of moments

he has Messy handwriting, barely legible

he Tries to give you gifts after being accepted into the family

He loves flowersss, I would like to think sunflowers in specific but change it if you feel different lol

He has a favorite chainsaw, he would never tell though because his family is full of a bunch of jerks

he has extreme attachment issues, his family taught him that family is all that matters. if you're family, you cant leave

JASON VORHEES

A very kind soul, i feel he would love animals. humans are a different story.

he Also loves flowers, possibly allergic tho? idk I just vibes from him that say no pollen near him.

he Loves to draw in a kiddish style, I feel like sometimes being a kid makes him feel a bit better about what happened

he Really likes collecting souvenirs from victims, like what he did with his mother in a way, just a memory

You hear the occasional waterboarded gurgling sound, he can still push water through and around his lungs I can imagine, so the sounds are basically his version of clearing his throat lol

DANNY JOHNSON (jed olson, dbd ghostface)

That camera is his life

he's Not really perverted, but sometimes says things and realizes it sounds dirty

Nasty gloves, never cleaned. Ever.

Weird southern accent but not really a southern accent??? idk Every fanart image I've seen of him he looks like one of those people you never know what they are saying or what their accent is or if it's even real

A crooked smile, again with the fanart, he looks like the type to be a bit more southern

A shit ton of acne probably, sweaty mask things

RZ!MICHEAL MYERS

he probably has Stretch marks, that is a BIG man. no way this man doesn't have them

he Loves all his masks and if he ever broke one you can expect a memorial, they are like his version of people

he probably Cringes around clowns because of the old mask, bad memories

he Prefers loose clothes, this isn't really shown but he seems like the type

he is a Nature lover, not to animals tho. just the scenery

He understands emotions he just doesn't care, like a cat

BO SINCLAIR

toothpick in his mouth for no reason, and I'm sure Lester has asked why

he Can go from laughing to pure evil in seconds, we've seen it

he HATES animals with a passion

He feels very safe in his work overalls, just comforting to be in his element

Just saying, he is probably old fashioned. he could probably pick up on modern things if people tried to teach him, will he care? no

LESTER SINCLAIR

he has a Crooked smile but thinks it fits him, again with the southern things, only this time he is self aware and like how he looks

he Finds comfort in the smell of dead animals, let's be real. that man goes to that pit because he knows nobody will try to find him.

he makes Crude jokes but in a good way? (If that makes sense??)- like he fully understands what he's saying but he knows how to word it and make it not as bad. you can still tell what he's saying tho

Eyebags to hell and back, stays up around the pit

he Loves old country, especially on his truck radio

Probably likes the game sorry for the popping sound, I see him as the type to like random sounds

VINCENT SINCLAIR

sculpting helps him when he's anxious about anything

he Loves the wax house dog more than anyone, since his brother isn't really comforting for him, why not a dog?

he tried many masks before settling on one face shape, too picky

he loves sweaters

piano music is his life

he might Make the occasional sound that startles people, other than that, no words from this man

ALRIGHT, hello i am edith! This is my first time writing but i plan on improving and taking requests for readers, i plan on doing any gender, body type, features people want added, anything! That's all <3- - - updated ver lol- I'm dallas or dahlia depending on the day, and I fixed this up! if others have seen it before and wonder why it's different, that's why lol I don't really have time to do fresh writing right now, so I'm doing this

[a-write-for-soreeyes]

Making Bets | Seo-Joon [True Beauty] x Gender Neutral!Reader

summary: making bets with your boyfriend Seo-Joon was NEVER a good idea, but when a no kiss bet with a promise of a week of dates comes up, how could you refuse?

word count: 2280

a/n: sorry i’ve been so absent! it’s been really hard to finish writing anything i’ve started recently but i’ve got something in the works i hope you all enjoy! :D <3

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Making bets with Han Seo-joon was never a good idea. But, when the prize was a full week where the winner gets to choose a week of dates… how could I say no.

“y/n I don’t get why you said yes to this bet, we all know you can’t even last through first period without a kiss from Seo-joon.” Soo-a said as she cuddled further into Tae-hoon’ side on the bench across the lunch table, “yah, we all know you guys are all over each other whenever possible,” Tae-hoon groaned out leaning his head on Soo-a’, “speak of the devil.” looking up from shuffling food around my tray I saw Seo-joon approaching the table trailing just behind Ju-kyung and Soo-ho’s linked arm forms looking a little more than disgruntled at the couple walking in front of him.

“Hello love birds, how nice of you to grace us with your presence on this fine monday morning.” Tae-hoon teased as the other couple sat next to me, Seo-joon taking the last spot to the right of Soo-a, across from me.

“What Seo-joon, not going to kiss your partner hello?” Soo-ho joked as he kissed Ju-Kyung’ cheek before picking food up from his plate and feeding her.

“Morning.” Seo-joon whispered, barely sparing me a glance before looking back at his tray. “Morning babe.” I whispered back.

“So y/n...I heard you and Seo-joon made a bet over the weekend. What’s up with that?” Ju-Kyung asked pushing her hair over her shoulder and turning my way, “oh,” clearing my throat, “Well, Seo-joon's friends were complaining over the weekend about how much we kiss each other in front of them, so we decided to make a bet on how long we could go without kissing each other, and whoever caves in first loses. But, the winner gets to decide a full week of dates the loser has to pay for.” I stated.

“OOO! That sounds fun! We both know you guys though, and we know you both wont last 3 days!” Soo-a joked, causing the rest of the table to laugh, “what plans do you have to win?” she continued.

“Well, I’m not sure to be honest,” I chuckled running a stressed hand through my hair, “I think I’m just going to try and focus on something else other than kissing him, even though that’s going to be hard.” I said laughing a little, sticking my tongue out at Seo-joon just to tease him.

“Well if you need any help y/n just let us know, Ju-kyung and I would be happy to help!” Soo-a said, as everyone returned to their lunches.

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“y/n it’s been 2 days and you’re already starting to annoy us with all your whining about missing your ‘sweet precious Seo-joon’” Soo-jin joked, making a silly whiny voice at the end causing the other girls around the table with us to laugh at her terrible impression of me.

“Ya Soo-ho has been telling me about how annoying Seon-joon has been about this whole bet thing and he’s just about ready to kill him.” Ju-kyung laughed.

Sighing I took a sip of my milkshake, “I know, we’re so annoying but I don’t know what to do, I really miss him, but I don’t want to have to pay for all the dates we’d be going on.”

“Well why don’t you try to seduce him?” Soo-jin started, “I mean you’re closing at your work tomorrow right? Why don’t you invite him over for a late night swim after you close? I mean your boss shouldn’t mind if you don’t tell them right?”

“That’s,,,that’s not a bad idea Soo-jin.”

“Ya! And you can ask him tomorrow at school in front of all his friends! He’d be crazy to say no in front of them! especially to a makeout session in a pool!” Ju-Kyung reasoned, Soo-a shaking her head in agreement at our master plan.

“Alright then! Tomorrow at school.” I stated, taking the last sip of my milkshake.

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“Hey baby.” I said walking right up to Seo-joon in the hallway, effectively stopping Seo-joon and his posse in their tracks.

“Oh, uhh, hey honey, how’s it going?” Seo-joon said, startled by my sudden appearance in front of him.

“Hey y/n!” one of Seo-joons friends said cheerfully. Paying his friend no mind I started to lean in closer to Seo-joon, causing him to lean his head back to avoid mine.

“So listen, I was thinking about going swimming at my work later? My boss is letting me close alone tonight since I’ve got the late shift?” I said leaning in closer with each sentence. Looking into Seo-joon's widened eyes at my statement.

Hearing his friends muffled laughing from behind him, he cleared his throat composing himself, “thanks for the offer baby but uh- i'm busy tonight.” he said hurriedly, before pushing past me and making his way into the classroom behind us, sitting at his desk hiding his flushed face and trying to ignore his friends teasing.

Looking over to Soo-a and Ju-Kyung I shook my head. Soo-a's expression turned to one of disappointment and Ju-Kyung letting out a hufft that our plan hadn’t worked.

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“Soo-aaaaaa, our plan didn’t wooorrrrkk.” I whined, placing my head on my hand and leaning against the lunch table, “I don’t know what I'm supposed to do anymore, it’s been 6 days and I miss him.”

“y/n dude we know you miss him but you gotta stop talking about how much you miss him, it’s all you’ve been talking about since this whole bet started.” Tae-hoon complained.

“Listen, it’s not my fault that he’s so perfect and that every time I see him I just wanna kiss his perfect lips.” I whined my head slipping down my arm as I stared at Seo-joon from across the lunch room.

“Well if I were you and I wanted to avoid kissing my boyfriend I would just ignore him until he gives in.” Ju-kyung said between mouthfuls of rice and meat off of her lunch tray, “thanks babe.” Soo-ho said sarcastically as he looked at Ju-kyung blank faced, “no problem honey, only telling you the truth.” She joked before giving him a quick kiss on the lips, which he gladly accepted.

“I hate you guys and your cute-and-able-to-kiss-each-other, relationships.” I sighed, “well I guess ignoring him until he gives in isn’t such a bad idea.”

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“Hey baby.” Seo-joon whispered as he placed his arm above me on the wall leaning in. “h-hey Seo-joon, how-how’s your day been?” I stuttered out trying to look him in the eyes, “My day’s better now that I've seen you.” He stated, gently lifting my face to properly look him in the eyes. “Listen honey, I have to get going to class but how about after school I take you to that book store you’ve been begging me to take you to”,

“Y-yeah, that would be nice thanks.”

“Good.” He leaned in to kiss me, feeling his warm breath fan across my face, causing me to flush. Closing my eyes I waited for the final push of his lips against mine, but instead felt the cold take the place of his warm breath as he suddenly pulled away his light laughter mixing with the small snickers of his friends watching the interaction, “see ya later baby.” he stated walking off down the hallway, his friends chasing after him, congratulation him on the little stunt he pulled on me. Seeing Ju-kyung, Soo-a and Soo-jin shaking their heads out of the corner of my eye, Soo-jin tutted “using your own tactic against you, that’s evil. but, man, you’ve got it bad for that boy. Good luck paying for all those dates.”

“I’m gonna have to try a lot harder to ignore him if he’s going to keep pulling stunts like that.” I sighed.

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It’s been 8 days since the bet had started, and it hadn’t gotten any easier to not kiss him. We’ve been effectively avoiding each other, this afternoon at school being the first time we’ve spoken since last thursday.

“Thanks for paying my bus fee. You didn’t have to do that” I thanked Seo-joon awkwardly as we took a seat at the very back of the bus.

“Of course, you’re my partner, you think I'd make you pay your own bus fee?” he laughed lightly, reaching out for my hand. Quickly yanking my hand away from his grasp I cleared my throat fixing my uniform shirt, looking away before I could get drawn back in by him.

“How was your day? You know besides great because now you’re seeing me.” he joked trying to drag my gaze away from the window to my left, “it was fine thanks, boring but you know how it is, stressed for the test on friday though.” I tried to joke, switching my gaze from the window to my fingers, playing with the hem of my dressshirt.

Sitting in awkward silence for the rest of the bus ride, we finally arrived at the small corner bookstore Ju-kyung recommended I check out.

“You know I could have just driven us here on my motorcycle right?”

“Well yeah but you know how I feel about your motorcycle, you’re gonna get killed on that think Seo-joon.” I joked, knocking his shoulder lightly, trying to lighten the mood from the tense bus right here. “Here let me get that for you.” Seo-joon said softly as he grabbed the door handle pulling it open for me to enter the warmth of the small store.

“Ah welcome!” the man at the front desk said as he pulled his headphones up from his neck to cover his ears, “FEEL FREE TO LOOK AROUND.” he yelled over the blasting rock music coming from his headphones.

Seo-joon and I quickly thanked him before walking further into the winding stacks of manga, making sure to be well out of earshot before bursting into fits of giggles over the yelling of the man at the front desk, calming down slightly before hearing him knock over a drink and letting out a few loud curses, throwing us back into our fits of giggles, leaning in Seo-joon's warmth trying to calm down.

Pulling away from him I cleared my throat before making my way further into the store fixing my uniform sweater to try and calm my warming face. Hearing Seo-joon clear his own throat before following a few steps behind me.

Running my fingers softly over the spines of manga looking for a title that grabbed me, I scanned the bookshelf spotting a title I recognized. “Seo-joon look!” I spoke excitedly pointing to the book I recognized on the top shelf, “My sister and I used to read them when we were younger, we would fight over our single copy for hours trying to read it before the other was able to.” I laughed lightly at the memory, not noticing Seo-joon's soft gaze watching me ramble about my childhood. Reaching up to try and grab the book I switched to standing on my tiptoes stretching my arm up as far as possible mumbling to myself, cursing my parents for making me so short. Just as I felt my finger tips brush the cracked spine of the manga a large hand came out of my right field vision grabbing the book off the shelf for me. “Ah thank you baby.” I thanked Seo-joon turning to him, reaching out for the book he still held in his much larger hands, however being slightly startled at how close he was actually standing to me.

Standing still for a few moments just looking at each other I broke the silence, “thanks for grabbing that for me. Could I please have the book now?” my voice coming out in barely a whisper. Not getting any sort of response from Seo-joon I asked him, “Seo-joon? What’s wrong ba-” not being able to get through the full sentence before feeling the breath knocked out of me as Seo-joon pressed his lips against mine, effectively ending the bet in one, beautiful, breathtaking, sweet kiss.

Pulling back after a few moments to catch out breath I looked up at him, eyes slightly closed still relishing in the feeling of the kiss we shared, a soft warm light coming from the shop's eclectic lighting fixtures, haloing him making him look more ethereal than I have ever seen him. “Sorry I didn’t ask you if I could kiss you, but I just saw you rambling about the book you were passionate about, and you look so cute with your hair falling in front of your face like it is,” he whispered lovingly pushing a strand of hair out of my sight, “and I just realized. I love you.” he stated, taking a deep breath in waiting for my reaction to his first confession.

Looking at me worriedly waiting for my reaction. “I love you too Seo-joon” I whispered, standing on my tiptoes, burying my face in his neck embarrassed at the first proper confession of our love for each other. Feeling Seo-joon smile into my neck he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer into his warm body, standing back, flat on my feet he buried me further into his chest, the both of us relishing in the warmth the others love provided.

“You know, I think our first date this week should be the movies tomorrow.” I started to laugh, feeling his chest rumble beneath my head he sighed lightly,

“You’re going to drain my bank account dry this week with these dates aren’t you?”

“Hahaha! Maybe I am. It’s only because I love you though.”

“I love you too”

[anxious2dsimp]

Helping a socially anxious s/o | Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Osamu & Kuroo

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Pairings: Atsumu x Reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Osamu x Reader, Kuroo x Reader.

Reader: Gende Neutral and socially anxious!

Format: Drabbles

Warnings: Talks about social anxiety and anxiety symptoms in general (at least from my experience), cursing, but other than that comfort and fluff!

A/N: This is sooo self indulgent!😅 but since I had no request I figured I’d write something for myself bc I lowkey needed the comfort & I imagine this scenarios in my head whenever I’m struggling with my anxiety :) probably gonna check this tmrw bc I’m sleepy

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Atsumu:

Your personal hype squad.

Will try to make you feel as comfortable in your own skin as he can before you head out to anything social bc he knows how draining it can be

“Baby yer so stunning ya know that? ‘Am so happy a’ get to go to this thing with ya,” Atsumu says with his signature smirk once you step out of the bathroom in your party outfit. However, he can instantly see the doubt in your eyes. You barely manage to smile back with a wobbly grin, the blonde taking it as his cue to walk over to you, retrieving his hands from his pockets. “We’re gon’ have a great time, gorgeous, a’ promise ya that much. We’ll get to have a nice night out,” he says, his eyes softer and genuine as he takes your hands in his, and moves them to loosen you up, “get to dance a bit, relax, and we can come back when ya get tired.” You sigh, a giggle escaping your lips at him wiggling your arms as if you were dancing. You’d ask if it was a promise, but you already knew it was, so instead you tug him closer and press your lips against his. “Thanks, ‘tsum,” you say, your heart more at ease with his kind words as an inevitable smile tugs at the corners in your mouth. He hums happily in response, and as he pulls you into an energizing hug before heading out, you wonder how you got so lucky. Little did you know that despite everything, Atsumu’s always wondering the same thing.

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Iwaizumi

Will be constantly checking on you and keeping you grounded when you’re in a social setting.

He knows how overwhelming it can all get, so he’ll always let you know he’s there :)

You couldn’t tell at what point the group conversation you were in had become overwhelming, the conversation and laughter echoing in your mind louder each time. You started looking around, desperate to find something to focus on to bring you back, but every little thing seemed to make the feeling worse. It felt like you were spiraling, rolling down a hill faster and faster, a knot forming in your throat knowing that if you didn’t hold on to anything soon you’d crash. Suddenly, a warm hand squeezing yours snapped you back to reality from your panic, your head turning quickly to meet a pair of worried olive eyes. He shot you a soft, knowing smile, immediately aware of what was wrong. Without exchanging a word he hugged your waist from behind, leaning his head on the crook on your neck. “I gotchu,” he whispered as his scent filled your nostrils and his embrace started pulling you back to reality. You just smiled, leaning into his touch and kissing his cheek. To the others it was just a mindless gesture of affection from your boyfriend, but you both knew, he was your anchor. Whether it was a hand on your back or an arm around your shoulder, he made it so you always knew he was there, so you wouldn’t have to bear the storm alone.

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Osamu

Uses food to encourage you. Pavlov’s quaking.

Gets you out of social situations when they’re too much & embarrasses Atsumu while he’s at it lmao

You shot your boyfriend a pleading look from your seat beside him. You were out on a dinner with work friends but it drained you so quickly you just wanted out. He gave you a knowing look before staring at his phone quizzically, excusing himself from the table. When he returned he grabbed his jacket and put down enough money to cover your orders. “Sorry everyone, we gotta go. Atsumu shat his pants and he needs me bring him clean ones,” he said with his usual unbothered expression, only you noticing the amused sparkle in his eye, “let’s go love.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at the excuse, holding the hand he offered. You quickly said goodbye to everyone, who still looked slightly appalled, and left. Once outside you looked at Osamu with your best puppy eyes. “I know we left early, but can I still get the special onigiri you promised to make me?” He sighed in return, a lazy smile adorning his face as he lightly kissed your knuckles. “Ya gave it a good effort, so yeah,” he complied as you smiled giddily. “You know ‘Samu, Atsumu is gonna kill you if you keep making stuff like this up,” you told him, earning a shrug from the grey haired male. “It makes ya laugh though don’t it? As long as it makes ya feel less bad about yer limits a’ won’t stop, he can bear it,” he confessed. He’d do anything to make you as happy as you make him.

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Kuroo

This guy has trained for this his entire life by being friends with Kenma.

Reads you like a book, & is great at negotiating to get you to come out of your shell the right amount.

“2 hours,” Kuroo said, his unwavering gaze locked on yours. “That’s so long though,” you whined, your stomach twisting just at the thought of having to socialize with strangers for so long. “You can sit through my ‘lame’ movies, you’ll be fine,” he says using air quotes to refer to the lame part, a confident smile on his face from his sound argument. “But the movies don’t make me anxious or stressed,” you pouted, trying to convince your bf to stay in instead of going to the event. “Fine, hour and a half and I promise I’ll cuddle you till you feel better when we come back,” he offers, stretching his hand out for a handshake to close the deal. You sigh, shaking his hand as you agreed to the conditions, he always managed to do it. “Thank you babe, it means a lot that you always make the effort,” he says with a dashing smile, his hand coming up to cup your face. “I’m sorry you always have to be persuading me, maybe you should just leave me behind,” you say truthfully, suddenly feeling defeated. “Don’t say dumb stuff like that (y/n), if anything it’s part of the fun,” he confessed with a cheesy grin, earning a light chuckle from you. “But seriously, I love you, so I’m doing this for your sake and mine. Going out wouldn’t be the same without you,” he said truthfully as he gently pulled your face towards him, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. You were grateful for him, he knew your limits, and just how much to push you for your own sake.

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[itstittycitybaby]

Masterlist Baby!

click down below for the rules/guidelines if you’re thinking of sending a request in:

*Rules/Guidelines*

V for Vendetta:

From the Ashes we are Born series: (Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4), (Part 5) , (Part 6), (Part 7), (Part 8),(Part 9), (Part 10), (Part 11), (Part 12), (Part 13).

V taking care of his so/ while they’re having a depressive episode/breakdown hcs

V taking care of his s/o while on their period hcs

V with a s/o who has anxiety hcs

V with a s/o who has ADHD hcs

V NSFW 18+ Alphabet headcanons

V x reader: Candy Corn teeth

Legend of Korra:

Lin Beifong Fics:

Flirty Series: Flirty’s Character Sheet / (Part1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4), 

(Part 5), (Part 6), (Part 7), (Part ?).

Lin Beifong x gender neutral reader: Naivety is Enduring

Lin Beifong x Fem! reader: Let’s go wlw!

Lin Beifong x Fem! reader: You’re Such a Fucking Hoe (I love It) NSFW 18+

Lin Beifong x Fem! reader: What is Lost is Once Found Again (ANGST)

Lin Beifong x Fem! reader: Spooky Lips (slight smut 18+)

Lin Beifong x Fem! reader: Age Gap (lil angsty)

Lin Beifong Being Jealous hcs (nsfw at the end 18+)

Lin Beifong Post sex hcs nsfw 18+)

Amon

Amon x reader: Please don’t shut me out

The Good Place:

Micheal x platonic! reader: Stay Here, Please (light angst)

Outlast:

Val x Fem! reader: Run, Rabbit, Run Rabbit, Run Run Run (READ TWS!):

(Part 1)

HLVRAI:

Benrey/Gordon Freeman: May Death do us Part (HEAVY ANGST. READ TWS!)

John Wick:

John Wick x reader: Seven Years

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I WAS LITERALLYABOUT TO PRESS SAVE ON A BOLIN X GENDE NEUTRAL reADER AND THEN EVEYRTHING CRASHED AND IT WAS OVER 2,800 WORDS IM ACTUALLY ABOUT TO CRY

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if i wanted to request something can i decided the gender of the reader or is it always gende neutral ??

Of course!  We just prefer to remain neutral when there isn’t a specification to be fair to all the fans out there, but yes, absolutely!  It is your request after all so feel free to tailor it to your personal preference!  ♥