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synopsis â you just really love shy, nerdy, awkward armin arlert. not to mention how much you adore his tongue piercing.
wc â 5.4k
warnings â oral (f receiving), brief m receiving oral, unprotected sex, dom! kinda reader? armin is a loser virgin, tongue piercing fixation, mentions of drinking and getting high.
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hi! may i please request a levi ackerman x reader, fluff or crack, canon-compliant, where he realises he is in love with you? thank you! - cherry
in which levi ackerman is actually the last person to find out he's in love with you. written for my 1k event âĄ
âoh, leviâŠâ hange sings, poking her head around the door of his study. a crumpled piece of paper promptly smacks her full in the face.
âno,â deadpans levi from his desk without looking up.
hange steps inside and shuts the door firmly behind her, completely unfazed. âokay, no. thatâs it. we definitely need to talk.â
âuhuh.âÂ
âlevi, iâm serious.â
the scratching of his pen ceases momentarily. âis something actually wrong, or is this another one of your, uh⊠time-wasters?â
hange dramatically throws herself into the seat opposite levi, long limbs dangling over the back of the chair. âsee, there it is again. you havenât cussed me out. you haven't emotionally blackmailed me in an attempt to get me to leave. you haven't physically thrown me out of your room. something is terribly, terribly wrong.â
the poor man heaves an agonised sigh. âmaybe iâm justââ
âin love with yn? thatâs exactly what i was going to say!â
a pause. a long pause. a really, really long pause.
âhange, what the actual fââ
âdonât,â she snaps, finger in his face, âeven try to deny it. youâre pissing me offââ
he bats her hand away. âget the hell out of myââ
hange counts them off on her fingers. âmaking her tea, pouting when she doesnât drink itââ
âpouting? i donât poutââ
âstaring at her during briefings like sheâs the only person in the roomââ
âgod forbid i make eye contact with the person iâm speaking toââ
hange raises her voice. âalways finding an excuse to get erwin to assign you together, letting her off the hook when her roomâs a mess while you terrorise everyone else, doing up her odm harnesses for herââ
âsafety!â levi says, but his ears are bright red.
âbullcrap,â hange retorts. âi come on behalf of probably everyone to ask you to get yourself together andââ
âhangeââ
ââask her out, or marry her, or whatever the hell, because do you understand how painfulââ
âhange. you've made your point. get out.â
oh dear. hange jumps to her feet like she was burned, raising her hands in mock defeat. she doesn't need to be told twice.Â
ânice chat, captain.â
when the door finally closes behind her, levi slackens, head falling into his hands.
âwhat the hell...â
he's got a stack of reports to get through, a throbbing headache, and you on his mind. your smile, and the way you lean against a wall when you talk to him, and the easy camaraderie you've built with everyone, and the way he always finds himself wishing thatâyou and himâyou'd have something more...
...
so, hange was right. upsetting.Â
oh, god, she better keep quiet about this.Â
(two minutes later, a knock on his door, and your voice: âhey, levi, hange said you needed me for something?â)
i have two opposing thoughts on levi about this. first he is very emotionally intelligent so he'd be pretty aware of his feelings from the beginning, denial notwithstanding. second, he is genuinely clueless and will NOT realise until every in the walls is aware and hange says it to his face to spare everyone the second hand embarrassment
i am doing this thing called Actually writing my requests is everyone proud of me
i missed writing crack ! i feel free. hope you liked this one anon :3
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various texts, no specific plot or topic, just trying something out!
cw: cussing, language, minor sexual references
characters: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, f. toji, r. sukuna, k. choso, h. higuruma, o. yuta, t. inumaki, f. megumi, i. yuuji
a/n: just trying a little something new for fun and because school is kicking my ass so i likely won't be writing a whole bunch for a while (still gonna try though!)
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Loser
Tamsy Caines x gn!reader
Tags: tamsy caines/gn!reader, no use of y/n, manga spoilers!!, fluff, spice, implied/referenced sexual themes, tension, shitty writing
a/n will be at the bottom :)
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Lunch was always such a hassle for you. Nothing wrong with the lunchroom or the other Cleaners, or the concept in general, it just felt like a whole lot of effort most of the time, given that when you were off, other Cleaners and Supporters seemed to always be on missions, but whenever you were on missions, everyone else seemed to be off. How unlucky.Â
Semiu thought that you were lucky having so much alone time, and that you were deemed skilled enough to be sent out on missions alone, to which her words hold a truth to them, but that didnât make you any less bored of the silent halls and stale air between you and the empty seat across from you.Â
Man, youâre a loser.Â
âYou look like a bit of a loser at the momentâ a familiar voice pulls you from your self-pity and you glance up from the sandwich sitting on your plate to see whoâs speaking. Tamsy Caines stands before you, an amused smirk sitting on his annoyingly pretty face. Youâre surprised to see him here, usually heâs on missions or generally just not around you.Â
Unfortunately you had developed a little thing for the mysterious man.
âI feel like a bit of a loser at the momentâ You chuckle lightly, glancing away from him when he makes eye contact with you, focusing back on your sandwich. To your surprise, he sits at the seat across from you, resting his arms on the table and glancing around the empty lunchroom.Â
âI canât exactly blame you, this place is just depressingâ He murmurs, gazing around once more before his eyes land on the sandwich you have. âMind if I have the other half?â He asks casually, as if this is a common occurrence. Youâre very briefly dumbfounded until you remember people talking about similar things that happened to them. Thatâs just Tamsy â apparently.
You blink at him before sliding your plate towards him. âOh, yeah. Go aheadâ you say, your voice slightly too nervous and shaky for your liking. Stupid nerves.Â
Tamsy takes the untouched half of your sandwich with a grateful nod, watching as you avoid eye contact with him and shift nervously in your seat. Cute. He finds your nerves entertaining, even if it is just your natural demeanour. Heâs surprised he hasnât talked to you outside of group settings before, you seem like someone he wouldnât mind conversing with.Â
Not that he really has any use for you, which is likely why heâs never spoken to you.Â
âPray tellâ Tamsy begins, his voice causing you to focus on him instead of your usual fleeting gaze. âWhy are you not⊠on a mission, or something of the sort? I understand I am not either, but you seem⊠accustomed to this routineâ he observes thoughtfully, wiping some dressing from his bottom lip with his thumb. Your eyes follow his movements carefully. Are you just observant like himself, or is there more to it?Â
âI get missions almost every dayâ you tell him easily, shrugging as you finish the last of your food, resting your folded arms on the table. âIâm just always finished by lunch. They only send me, sometimes one or two Supporters if needed but only for the difficult or sketchy missions.â Â
The air hangs quiet for a moment as Tamsy takes in your words. You speak so easily, despite your skittish demeanour, as if youâre just waiting to be talked to. Needing to be talked to. Youâre a lot more interesting than he initially thought.Â
âSo youâre quite skilled with your Vital Instrument then?â He asks, eyes fixed on your face in that intentionally unnerving way, however, the way your eyes light up when he asks his question completely cancels out the way his gaze pierces into your soul.Â
You begin talking about your Vital Instrument, explaining its technique and relation to you, enjoying the attention somebody is actually putting into you and the genuine look of interest in his eyes. You ramble for a while too long, eventually catching yourself when you notice the clock on the wall. âOh lord⊠have I really been talking for almost an hour? Iâm so sorry! You shouldâve said something!â You begin to apologize profusely, quickly adapting that timid persona again, shoulders slumping as if you are trying to shrink yourself.Â
Tamsy shakes his head, holding up his hands in a placating way, chuckling smoothly. âNonsense, I was quite enjoying the passion behind your words. I have a fondness for passionate people like myself and you seem to fit that description perfectlyâ he soothes, a smile sitting gently on his face, eyes staring deeply into your own. âIf anything, I should apologize for not realising such a fact sooner! Iâm embarrassed by my own lack of perception.âÂ
His words work exactly as he needed them to, and he is being truthful in them. Heâd wished he had seen what an interesting person you seem to be sooner, but later is better than never, right? And with such an interesting and powerful Vital Instrument, too? You prove to be more and more useful to him by the second.Â
You sigh heavily, scratching the back of your neck with a sheepish chuckle, a slightly flustered haze in the way you glance around. Adorable. âIâm glad I didnât completely bore you, thenâ You say, unsure with your response but not wanting to leave the room silent.Â
Tamsy just smiles, eyes closing with the expression, his head tilting slightly. âWe should chat more oftenâ he stands from the table, voice light and cheery. âDonât be afraid to come find me, by the way. I'd hate to always come searching for you, nowâ he teases lightheartedly, offering a friendly wave through the oversized sleeve of his Cleaners uniform before turning and departing the lunchroom, leaving you more than a little confused, and slightly flustered.Â
You had completely misjudged Tamsy! Heâs so nice and friendly! And here you were intimidated by his mysterious nature, how silly of you!Â
You leave the lunchroom and head to your bedroom, almost giddy after the encounter. Finally, somebody who seems to want to be your friend. You canât stop grinning.Â
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Some pessimistic part of you thought that Tamsy was just being nice, and that you werenât actually going to talk again, but this wasnât the case. In fact, you guys ended up talking much more than Tamsy himself had initially assumed.Â
You gained confidence in the friendship rather quickly, and he only had to seek you out a mere few times before you started finding him first. How perfect. You were following the steps of his plan so perfectly he could almost cry.
During your conversations, Tamsy couldnât help but notice the smaller details in your mannerisms, the flutter of your eyelashes when you got confused, the crinkle in your brow when you were annoyed, or the way you twisted the ring around your middle finger with your thumb. He found these things intriguing, and a part of him wanted to figure out why you did these things. Was it a habit? Restlessness? General unease?Â
Wanting to figure out what made you tick was crucial to his great plan, and he would do anything he could to figure these things out, even if it meant leading you on. Which wasnât preferred, but possible if necessary.Â
âI wonder if people on the Sphere ever feel like thisâ You sigh heavily during one of your conversations one day. The both of you are seated in the library, reading your own respectable books. Being in the presence of one another but not engaging in overt conversation was a favoured activity by the both of you.Â
âDo you intend on indulging me in the feelings you are referring to or am I supposed to guess?â Tamsy responds in his usual teasing way, glancing up from his own book in your direction, watching the way you slump against the couch and exhale with a kind of defeat.Â
âBoredomâ You reply, resting the open book on your chest and rubbing your face with one hand. âBut like⊠extreme boredom. Like the realisation that all Iâm going to do for the rest of my life is fight trash beasts, maybe raiders, eat lunch alone, and grow old and eventually die one day kind of boredomâ you explain, throwing your hands up in exasperation. âUnless I get killed earlier, of course.âÂ
Tamsy is actually kind of taken back by this sudden comment, hesitating on his next words momentarily before speaking up. âExistentialism? Iâd imagine everyone experiences that in one way or another, even people on the Sphere,â he replies, his tone rather lacking in sarcasm for once. âI didnât really think you were one for existentialism, my dear.âÂ
The nickname youâve gained never fails to fluster you a bit, but youâve learned to play it off quite well. âNeither did Iâ you grumble in response, closing your book and resting it on the coffee table in front of the couch. âMaybe I need to find something to spice up my life or just something out of this dreadful routine I've gotten used to.âÂ
Tamsy just hums, flipping the page of his book, one of his legs crossed over the other as he leans against the armrest of the couch.Â
âI wish dating was easierâ You exhale heavily, picking at the chipped nail polish, chipping at it even further. Your words make Tamsy perk up a little, an unusual distaste setting on his tongue as his brows furrow slightly.Â
âDate?â He chuckles lowly, glancing from the book briefly to watch you sulk. âYour thought process never fails to astonish me. How does one go from nearing an existential crisis to complaining about the Grounds terrible dating pool?âÂ
You roll your eyes, sinking into the couch. âIt makes sense to meâ! Actually, yâknow what? Nevermind, itâs nothing.â Waving your hand dismissively, huffing a stray bit of hair out of your face.Â
Tamsy reciprocates with an eyeroll of his own, snickering at your display of exasperation. âOh, come on now. You know what I meant to say,â He nudges your knee with his own, prompting you to keep complaining in your annoyingly endearing way. He looks down towards your pathetically slumped figure, his milky saturn eyes travel the expanse of your body, leaving you feeling like youâre being examined on a petri-dish.Â
âSit up, itâs bad for your back.â He grumbles, eyes narrowing in on your face, focusing very intensely to avoid his gaze falling back to your thighs in such an obvious matter. That would be very unlike him, and he canât afford any slip ups. âItâd be a shame for you to die because your back was tweaked during a mission. Certainly not something memorable.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you adjust your seating to keep him from making another comment. With a satisfied hum, he turns his gaze away from you, clasping his hands together. âIf youâre lonely in a romantic sense, why donât you go out with me?â Tamsy asks, though it comes across more as an obvious statement. Like heâs confused on why you didnât think of him as an option yet.Â
The bluntness flusters you, cheeks warming uncomfortably. Why hadnât you thought of him? Was it because you thought he wouldnât be interested? Likely. Heâs never seemed to be the romantically inclined type, honestly.Â
âUhâŠâ You stammer, staring at him dumbly. Is this a joke? You really canât tell yet.Â
As if reading your mind, he cuts your stupid stammering off. âIâm being serious. If that is what is causing you to gape your mouth at me.â He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
Finally finding some words, you speak up again. âIâm not.. Completely against that idea.â You murmur, staring at the space between you both on the couch, the creases of leather suddenly very fascinating.Â
âDo we have to talk about this right here though? I know itâs late, but Iâd rather go somewhere more privateâ You add, casting a nervous glance over your shoulder. Tamsy nods in agreement, standing up quickly and offering you a hand, which you take gratefully. You follow beside him to his quarters silently, stewing over the conversation you just had.Â
Looking over at him, you see him once again in the light you did when he first arrived, the nervous and unsure excitement that comes with a crush rushes back as you witness him for the first time all over again. Long, two-toned hair, half clipped up messily, as it normally is when he isnât on missions, caramel coloured eyelashes framing his deep, swirling eyes, a flurry of beige and white, his lips beautifully accented with the silver ball of the piercing below his bottom lip. Even the scar that runs along the side of his face seems to be perfectly tailored to him, just as the rest of his features are. His skin seems so soft and the constant waft of gourmand sweetness only adds to his gentle allure.Â
The fluorescent lights of the HQ hallways even manage to fall along his figure perfectly, casting an almost angelic image to the man before you.Â
âCome now,â His gentle voice pulls you from your transfixed haze. Blinking quickly, you follow him into his room, ignoring the quiet chuckle he gives towards your previous staring. âMake yourself comfortable,â Tamsy nods towards his neatly made bed, gesturing for you to sit.Â
Sitting down, you take in the clean, neat organisation of his room. You had expected nothing less. The room, rather empty for someone who has been working with the Cleaners for so long, still manages to capture his persona effortlessly.Â
âUhm..â You clear your throat, adjusting your seating to face him a little better. âAs I said, Iâm not against the idea⊠Iâm just..â Your eyes dart around the room, struggling to keep eye contact with him.Â
You donât even really notice him getting closer to you until the scent of salted caramel overwhelms your senses, eyes focusing on his slowly approaching face. âYouâre just what..?â He whispers, voice taking on a slight raspiness as he looks at you through half-lidded, predatory eyes.Â
It suddenly becomes very clear what sort of tension has been building between the both of you all these weeks spent together, and the fact you had been oblivious to it until this very second.Â
Breath hitching in your throat, the room grows thicker with an increasing heat emanating off the both of you. Heart beating loudly in your ears, any words you had been hoping to say dissolve on your tongue, replaced by the sticky sweetness of the desire you feel.Â
Sensing this realisation youâve come to, Tamsy gives your arm a small tug, bringing your mouth against his, reveling in the warmth it brings and the quick inhale of surprise you make the second your lips brush.Â
Eyes closing, your hand slides up to the back of his head, gently grasping onto the silky strands, holding his mouth against yours while his hand slides up to your waist pulling you closer than before.Â
His tongue slides along the seam of your lips until they part enough for him to go further, resisting the urge to shudder at the small sound of pleasure you make in response. He knows heâs enjoying this far more than he should, but heâs more than happy to indulge in this feeling for a while longer.Â
Feeling your hands start to explore a little more, he gently pulls from you, eyes searching your own for a moment while you pant, out of breath.Â
âGetting rather bold, are we?â Tamsy teases you between his own heavy breaths, smirking as your face flushes. âDo you really want to go further, my dear?â He asks, thumb brushing under the skin of your shirt slowly, testing the waters.Â
You nod, holding his gaze with a confident look of your own. âI want to.âÂ
Satisfied with this response, he leans in again, kissing you again but with more intention behind it. He knows where he wants this to lead and he will ensure it gets there.
a/n: woah holy shit im alive guys! i got a rq for something tamsy related a while ago and im sosososososo sorry i havent been able to respond, lifes been kicking my ass lately and i havent had the energy or motivation to write at all.
nonetheless, i have not abandoned this blog!
also, idk if you can tell but i started writing towards smut at the end, then realised i cant write smut to save my life, so i cut it a bit early. if i somehow manage to write sum ill repost the story :p
reqs are back open lovelies !! still allow a bit of time for me to respond but ill do my best to get to everyones requests eventually :)
Somebody PLEASE write a fanfic or one shot of something like this I need it so bad
pirate!gojo who is feared across the seas, or revered, or both. rumours spread, glasses clink, tongues loosen; for all the mugginess of the air inside this seaside tavern, words travel quick and light.
pirate!gojo who defeated the king of curses with a blindfold tied around his eyesâno, itâs the same blindfold he never takes offâno, he only takes it off at his final strike; if you see the eyes of the pirate gojo, know it will be the last thing you ever do.
pirate!gojo who has scars slicing thinly over his body as if he walked through a rain of glass, but theyâre actually from a surprise encounter with a dragon, or an ambush by sirens in the violent dusk as the ocean beat his shipwreck against an island shore, or was it a pirate who had turned to black magic to defeat him, yet could only imprison him for two days and three nights?âfor no one can hold him down; he is the wind, a song, the sun; he burns forever.
pirate!gojo is elusive as a creature of myth. to pin him down is to take him from his pedestal; to speak of him is a prayer; to meet him is inevitable as Death, and equally dreaded.
pirate!gojo revels in mercy and bloodshed alike. when he passes through a port or a town they hail him as a hero, and dance and drink and kill in his name; and when he recedes in the distance like a stormfront blown over, their stomachs turn cold and they whisper of the murder in his gait, the ruthless melody of his voice, the sharp edge of his long, wicked blade glinting in the winter sun.
they whisper, too, of the one by his side, for whom wars have been fought and ballads have been sung; yet no one knows who she is or where she came from: except wherever one goes the other follows like a shadow, and none can spare a life except a single word falling from her lips, and when she lays her hand on his arm he becomes pliable in her graspâher weapon she has forged for herself, and she wields him with acuity, and he surges forward where she pointsâyet no one dare speak her name for, like a vengeful spirit, he will appear at their most joyous hour to collect his due; for she belongs to him, and he to her, and anything else is sacrilege.Â
pirate!gojo who kisses down your neck when he dresses it with stolen jewels, and whispers that he will tear down the mountains if they blight your view and bring to heel the ocean if it so pleases you; but you desire nothing of this world, only himâthe weight of his gaze and his trust, and the rhythm of his breathing in the deep night as he curls against your shoulder, and the attentive lean of his body always gravitated towards you, caught in your orbitâand the seven seas may be his, but he belongs to you.
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practice-kissing with your bsf, teen!nanami . . . what could go wrong ?!
âwhat do you mean youâve never kissed someone?â
with a sigh, you roll over to face nanami kento whoâs sprawled across the other end of the mattress, chin propped up on his arm and staring at you incredulously. the fan is not doing much to alleviate the humidity, weak breezes slipping through the muggy air, sending wisps of kentoâs hair fluttering against his brow and cooling the sweat on your skin.
âwhen exactly do you think iâve had the opportunity?â you return, though youâre too tired to have much bite. âiâve been a little busy spending the peak of my youth trying to not die a gruesome death.â
âhuh. i dunno, i just thought you would've.â
you toss your arm over your face. âyeah, right.â
ââcause you're really pretty.â
you can't help it; you laugh. maybe he's joking, maybe he's not, but either way, it sounds damn funny to you.
âthat's what everyone says,â he says defensively, sitting upright.
uhuh, and who's âeveryone.â
you mirror him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and leaning back on your hands. yeah, you'll bite. âsure. and what do you think?â
he looks incredibly apprehensive all of a sudden. you're just teasing, but he doesn't need to know that. despite his great sense of humour, he has a tendency to take things too seriously.
man, he really needs to lighten up.
âi...â
something clicks. âi have an idea,â you announce.
âoh, no.â
âshut up. it's a good one.â
âgiven your track record, i've gotta be honest, the likelihood of thatââ
âthe quicker you shut up is the quicker i kiss you, by the way.â
fun in the sun
ordered by: anon order summary: kyojuro fluff hcs + beach warnings: none return to processing list
kyojuro loves escaping to the beach. He loves sweeping you away from the difficult lives you lead as demon slayers and watching you unwind.
He packs everything you need, carrying it all with a bright smile on his face. He lets you pick out the spot you want to set everything up at and happily lays out the towels and sets up the little canopy he brought.
He loves playing in the water with you, swimming around and splashing each other. He gets so playful when he doesn't have to worry about missions and protecting everyone all the time. He especially loves picking you up and dunking you in the water.
He doesn't burn, thankfully. His skin takes on a beautiful golden tone the longer he spends in the sun, and it looks stunning paired with his hair and eyes. He'll always watch over you, though, and make sure you're taking enough breaks and not getting overheated.
He'd love to build sandcastles with you! He'll bring you as many buckets of wet sand as you like, helping you meticulously build a sandcastle. Of course, he'll be sad when the tide shifts and washes it away, but he'll just kiss your temple and ask if you want to make another before the sun sets.
Kyojuro just adores any private time he gets to spend with you, and he always makes sure you have a good time together regardless of where you are or what you're doing.
mmmm Iâm gonna eat him
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hii, um, I'm kinda new to this blog but can you write Tamsy x aggressive, rebellious, and highly ambitious reader if that's okay?,, ,
heyyyyy, sorry i took so long to respond to ur rq!! i really like this idea but i don't think i did it justice as well as i could have :'(
still, hope you enjoy!
Tamsy x gn!reader
cw - none!
à»ê± Whether you joined the Cleaners after or before Tamsy , he noticed you immediately. You had the type of energy that unintentionally drew the attention of everyone around you.
à»ê± This fact did make you quite a bit intimidating, though. Your teammates tended to shy away from you outside of missions, and only a select few would start conversations with you.
à»ê± You werenât disliked by others necessarily, just a bit rough around the edges.
à»ê± Tamsy saw this when you first met, and was drawn to you, despite your fraying edges. His first conversation with you quickly scaled to a heated discussion about the Sphere and the excessive culture of waste produced by them. Other members around HQ thought you guys were arguing, but it was actually flirting.
à»ê± You start dating not long afterwards, and Tamsy is very receptive to your⊠aggressive way of life. Tamsy is very calm and collected, everybody knows that, so itâs always a little amusing to see him with somebody like yourself, as if you sort of complete each other in a way.
à»ê± Your displaying of emotions also tends to be a little aggressive, no matter how positive the feeling may be. Tamsy gets the brunt of your cuteness aggression, having to wear little bruises on his neck, face and arms around every few days. It doesnât help that he bruises like a damn peach.
à»ê± Your conversations tend to go a little something like this
You, practically buzzing with energy: âMan I just LOVE this song!âÂ
Tamsy : âYou said that about the last three songs, hun.âÂ
You: âOkay? And? I LOVE, LOVE this song!âÂ
Or something along those lines.
à»ê± As for your more rebellious side? Tamsy happens to have a tendency for rule breaking, too. Even if itâs just the smaller things. Maybe a sneaky kiss in public or two.Â
à»ê± Admires your ambition like crazyyyy, takes a lot of advice you give him in training sessions very, very seriously and you can always count to see him use your advice in real-time during missions.
a/n: ik this isn't much but ive been strugglinggggg for ideas oh my days. i also had the worst migraine today it was shitty
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can you perchance..... write zanka x reader hcs for a reader with autism like may perhaps..... (fem reader if that makes any difference...) thank you so so so much!!!!!!!111!!!!!1!!!!1!!!! :D
hihi so glad you like my writings, that makes me so happy eheheudeh tysm for your rq!
also before you guys read, i just wanna preface this by saying I myself am autistic, so I am writing from my own experiences as somebody with ASD. However, autism is a spectrum and people can have many different experiences, symptoms and/or struggles, so I apologize if this may not align with your own experiences. thank you for understanding!
zanka nijiku x autistic!fem!reader
cw - none :p
â Zanka doesnât really pinpoint that youâre autistic, just notices you have âabnormalâ mannerisms. But he doesnât find these mannerisms off-putting, just different. These mannerisms of yours are what make you stand out to him.
â He very easily caters for any extra needs you may need, whether it just be quickly learning all the subtle cues you make in different situations or always having some earplugs on hand, Zanka is highly attentive when it comes to your extra or alternative needs.
â Not much of a talker? Heâs gotchu. Zanka doesnât mind the occasional ramble when you want to be the one to listen and not speak. If you wanna nerd out? Zanka âs right there listening attentively and remembering all the little facts about your favourite things to bring up later. You want complete silence? Oh absolutely! Zanka loves just sitting in silence with his girl, you can cuddle or have your own respective space, heâs pretty chill. (Though he does prefer the cuddle after a long day:)
â If you have specific food habits, Zanka is always down to cook you something more your speed, or order your food if you are a bit shy/unsure of ordering. Though he will tease you about it every so often. Do not fret, it's all loving.
â Zanka is aware he does have a tendency to be sarcastic more often than not, but he tries to give you a little wink if he thinks youâre unsure if heâs being serious or not. His sarcasm is also very, very rarely directed towards you. He just wants you to feel included in the joke.
â Zanka reminds you to eat/drink whenever youâre super focused on a task as if it's second nature. Plus, the way he reminds you doesnât make eating/drinking feel like a chore or command.
â Similar to the eating/drinking thing, if Zanka needs you to do something for him or the team, his requests never feel as commanding or condescending as other peoples can feel to be, making you a lot more responsive to them.
â If youâre ever nonverbal around a big group (who donât know whatâs going on), Zanka will never outright say; âOh, sheâs autistic and nonverbal right nowâ, instead just either subtly keeping any attention or questions away from your direct conversation.
â If that isnât possible, Zanka will never speak for you, just offering vague reasoning to the other person. Sum like; âDo you mind asking her another time?â
â Zanka genuinely finds your sense of humour hilarious, and finds your blunt responses or observations so funny, he almost doubles over every time. (Never in a way that makes you feel like the butt of the joke, though!)
â Keeps up with all your special interests as quickly (or slowly) as they come and go. Enjin once gave him a pop quiz on your latest hyperfixation and Zanka got 90% right. He messed up one question because you had yet to update him that day.
â If you enjoy visually expressing yourself through clothes, makeup, hair, etc, Zanka compliments any small detail without fail, and loves to see what you do with your style every day. If heâs not a big fan of something, heâll let you know, but encourages you to keep trying things out.
â Zanka admires your commitment to your Vital Instrument and is always pushing your boundaries in strength and skill when it comes to training with him.
â Zanka never lets you even think your diagnosis is something negative, immediately proving you wrong when he points out every wonderful thing about yourself, always saying itâs âsociety that needs to change its strained views, not youâ and means it with ferocious passion.
â Zanka will always accept any little trinkets you give him, no matter how âblandâ or âuselessâ they may seem to other people, he keeps all of them on a shelf in his room.
â ! (lil bonus hc kinda unrelated) both of you cried when you watch Fantastic Mr. Fox for the first time with Zanka , you cried for different reasons but it created a sort of mutual understanding.
a/n: i planned to get this out yesterday sorry for late response anon :( i hope you like this!
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Fandoms/Characters I write for
âą Devil May Cry (games & both animes)
‷ ââč Vergil Sparda
ââč Dante Sparda
ââč Nero Sparda
âą Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba
‷ ââč Kyojuro Rengoku
ââč Giyuu Tomioka
ââč Tengen Uzui
ââč Mitsuri Kanroji
ââč Sanemi Shinazugawa
ââč Obanai Iguro
ââč Shinobu Kocho
ââč Gyomei Himejima
ââč Muichiro Tokito
ââč Tanjiro Kamado
ââč Zenitsu Agatsuma
ââč Inosuke Hashibira
âą Jujutsu Kaisen
‷ ââč Satoru Gojo
ââč Suguru Geto
ââč Ryomen Sukuna
ââč Kento Nanami
ââč Choso Kamo
ââč Megumi Fushiguro
ââč Yuji Itadori
âą Gachiakuta
‷ ââč Tamsy Caines
ââč August Stilza
ââč Follo Tunito
ââč Zanka Nijiku
ââč Rudo Surebrec
(ill write for more gachiakuta characters! i just am more confident/have written for these ones before :) dont hesitate to ask for others!)
heeeeyyyâŠits me againâŠ.not telling you whoâŠsooâŠrequestâŠzanka with an s/o or crush whoâs lowkirkenuinely kinda offputtingâŠlike nothings actually wrong with them and theyâre cool but theyâre kinda eeryâŠand oddâŠmaybe they are once again..stronger than himâŠand they are fully confident about it tooâŠk byeËâ§âââá·àș»àœœâËÌźââá·àș»àœœââșËłâ§àŒ
hello again!! i love this idea and i tried my best but i was struggling to come up with a decent oneshot plot so i just wrote sum hcs + drabbles, i hope thats okay! <3
zanka x gn!reader
cw - none!
Pre-relationship:
Zanka's crush on you develops through a few interactions with you during missions, moments where your strength and confidence shines through the most, making you super reliable during a mission if something werenât to go exactly as expected.Â
He doesnât really talk to you outside of missions at first, so when your personality seems to shift completely, he is a little confused.Â
He brings it up to Enjin, who assures Zanka its not just him. Youâre just generally an off-putting person. Â
âOh them? Yeah, they just get like that outside of missions. No one knows why.â Enjin shrugs, turning back to his card game. After a moment, something seems to click into place, though. âWhy do you ask? Do you⊠like them?âÂ
Zanka immediately splutters a response, despite the red on his cheeks that gives his true feelings away. âWhat?! No! That is not it at allâ He argues, glancing towards the wall behind Enjin. âIâm just curious as to our fellow Cleaners⊠personality.âÂ
âUh huh, sure kidâ Enjin snorts, throwing down a card onto the growing pile. Zanka rolls his eyes and walks off. In the hallway, he bumps into you unexpectedly.Â
âOh-shit, sorryâ Zanka says quickly when he bumps into you, pausing momentarily when he realises who it is, eyes widening in surprise. âOh! Uh, heyâ He greets, trying to play off his visible surprise.Â
You smile a little, responding with a small âhelloâ of your own, looking to the side of Zanka instead of directly at him. A habit that tends to result in confusion on the end of the person in front of you. This doesnât change in Zankaâs case, though he is less offended by it than most would be.Â
There's a silence between you both for a while, a silence you donât feel compelled to fill. You never really are compelled to fill silences, it's always other people who prefer to fill them in. Why? Who knows.Â
âI thought you were on a missionâ Zanka eventually says, leaning against the wall in the hallway you two were conversing in. âI finished early. It was pretty easyâ You respond with a dismissive shrug.Â
Zanka raises a brow at this, not surprised, he knows your strength, both physically and the power of your Vital Instrument, but the dismissive tone you have regarding it makes you sound so sure of yourself. He canât help but like you even more because of it.
âI should go, I got something to doâ You offer a friendly smile before leaving. Zanka is intrigued by you, your tone or actions are never malicious or rude, but rather blunt and straightforward. You donât speak unless spoken to and donât stick around conversations that donât interest you. He admires this greatly.Â
Zanka finds you very interesting, and begins to observe your actions and mannerisms more and more, attempting to cater to your personality more whenever you two would talk, which ends up resulting in a lot more conversations with you.Â
His attentiveness and effort allow you to eventually fall for him too.
Relationship:Â
Your guard falls down rather quickly into the relationship, and Zanka discovers that youâre genuinely just an odd person. (in the most loving way possible) You prefer to just linger in the corner of crowded rooms and observe, you enjoy sitting in silence with people rather than talking, you hate small talk with a passion and will tell people when you donât want to engage in a conversation, you make heavy eye contact with people too much sometimes and then barely any other times, your voice stays very flat and blunt, which tends to leave others a little confused on how you feel.Â
Still, Zanka loves and welcomes these traits with open arms, supporting and defending you whenever he needs to.Â
âWhy do they always stand in the furthest corner from anyone else? Iâm under the impression they hate all of us or theyâre plotting something evilâ Rudo comments during a conversation with Zanka while at a get-together one evening, eyes trailing towards where youâre standing with a drink, your own eyes scanning the room.Â
âTheyâre not plotting anythingâ Zanka chuckles lightly, glancing over his shoulder towards you and offering a small smile, which you return in a way nobody else would be able to tell. âAnd they donât hate anyone. Theyâre just not super fond of chatting. Assuming such things wonât get you very far in life, Rudo.âÂ
âDonât diss someone whoâs just doing their own thing in life, theyâre some of the best people aroundâ Zanka adds with an unmistakable fondness in his tone, which makes Rudo roll his eyes.Â
Rudo gets smacked up the back of the head for rolling his eyes at Zanka.Â
BONUS!Â
You had been standing in the hallway beside Zanka for almost twenty minutes while he talked to Enjin about god knows what. You werenât listening, you were tired and wanted to decompress with your boyfriend in your room, but Enjin, as much as you didnât mind the guy, was talking too much. You didnât want to cut in, too much effort and you didnât feel like talking.Â
Pursing your lips, you come up with an idea, a slightly mischievous grin spreading on your face. An expression both Enjin and Zanka know far too well, but before either of them can say anything, Zanka has been thrown over your shoulder.Â
âWait!--â He begins to protest, surprise evident in his voice. Enjinâs laugh echoes down the hall. âSorry, love, I didnât think we had been talking so long you felt the need to do thisâ Zanka grumbles, giving up on protesting and just letting you drag him off. âPick up Enjin next time, thoughâ He adds after a moment, to which you just respond with a small âOkayâ and a thumbs up.
a/n: okay so the bonus drabble ended terribly i actually have no clue how to smoothly wrap it up so its whateva. im actually supposed to be working on my gachiakuta oc rn but... :p
on another note im fw these rqs guys genuinely they make my day