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🍇 - fluff

🍎 - smut

🍊 - angst

🍋 - attempt at comedy

🫐 - stupid shit

my hange zoe headcanons 🍇🍋

naked in manhattan pt. 1 pt. 2 🍎

i want you 🍊🍇

hange zoe as a college student 🍇🍋

if hange zoe had social media 🍇🍋

hange zoe as your roommate 🫐

red wine supernova 🍎🍇

divider by @/saradika-graphics

Hange Zoe as your roommate

Showers at night

Their stuff is unorganized

Keeps their mess on their side of the room

Clothes are scattered on their bed

They're mostly quiet

Hunched at their computer 90% of the time

Always wearing headphones/earphones

When you wake up in the middle of the night, their desk lamp is still open and they're still on their computer

They have a collection of rocks

They probably display a figurine of some kind

A printed photo of their favorite fictional character is taped to the ceiling right above their bed. It's been there for months. They say it protects them from the monsters under their bed

Paces back and forth in the room when they're stressed

They snap out of it when they realize youre in the room

Every once in a while, you have to remind them to clean up

They bring you food sometimes

They wake up to alarms easily because they're sensitive to noise

They own two support plushies

another chemistry hange… they have me in a chokehold

oh and some more selfship bc i am feeling sad of late

another chemistry hange… they have me in a chokehold

oh and some more selfship bc i am feeling sad of late

i am missing this boy like a bitchhhhhh

thinking about horny drunk hange

amab rockstar hanji🫣

In The Eyes Of The Public

a/n: i've been meaning to write a male/amab! hanji fic the longest time and he has been stuck on my mind lately so lmao here you go.

warnings: nsfw, amab! hanji, he/him pronouns for hanji, rockstar! au, fem! reader, kissing, they swear a lot, fingering, licking, nipple play, semi-public sex, not beta read (we die like men <3) word count: 3k | ao3 version! | wattpad version!

"Rockstar Hanji Zoe, from the popular band No Name!, has been spotted around town with purple marks on his neck! At this time, he refuses to give a statement."

"No Name star has been spotted walking around with a Promise Ring on his finger. Fans and reports have been speculating who the lucky person might be that has been wearing the other half of said ring, but no leads were found at the time."

"After last night's concert, fans are claiming that Hanji Zoe, the guitarist of the hit "No Name" Rock Band, lifted his eye covers to wink at a random person in the audience. It is a known fact that the band members are not allowed to do such a thing, so rumors have it that he did it towards a... special someone."

"Alright! You guys have been an amazing crowd, but this is our last song of the night!" Levi says, his voice is hoarse from singing for the past three nights in a row, his face covered in sweat as he takes off his blazer. The fangirls in the crowd cry out his name desperately, their voices even more strained than his as they reach their hands up, desperately begging and hoping for a chance to touch him.

As Miche begins hitting the drums, another horde of fangirls' scream fills your ears. They hold posters with pictures of him surrounded by hearts, messages that range from "you're amazing" to "WE LOVE YOU!" to "(678) 999 - 8212" and you can't help but be a little concerned about this specific girl giving away her own personal phone number like this at a concert.

Finally, your eyes land on Hanji and your heart skip a beat. For the past three nights, you have been going to the concerts, enough for the security guards to nod at you once they notice your presence in the crowd. Unlike Levi and Miche's, Hanji's fangirls would usually be naked from the waist up, his name written across their chest as they cry out for his. You take a look around for a second and notice that more than a few girls were now wearing a version of Hanji's promise ring, fantasizing about being the lucky girl who gets to wear the real other half.

You analyze Hanji's every move, the way his fingers go through the guitar strings, the way his hair flows as he jerks his body forward, his energy never fading no matter how exhausted he is after such a long day. The way he bites his lip as he does the final jump of the night and the way he walks out of the stage carrying his guitar.

Tightly, you cling onto the lanyard of your VIP pass, a nervous sensation in your stomach as you try your best to make sure none of the fangirls catch you sneaking in. By the time you reach the big, metal doors, the security guard smiles playfully, the whole crew already aware of who you are and what exactly you are doing backstage. His reaction is enough to cause your face to heat up and you look down, avoiding his and everyone else's gaze.

It feels like all eyes are on you, like you are in the center of the stage, a massive spotlight lit directed on top of you and you are naked. Your hands tremble slightly and you can barely swallow the thick coating that rest on your throat. But all of your fear and nervousness slowly melts away as you spot him in the middle of the dressing room.

The eye bandages coming right off once the three are out of the view of the public. A water bottle in one of his hands while the other holds a towel that he uses to wipe the sweat of his forehead, the earpiece hanging around his neck as he laughs at something stupid Miche said.

"Did you see the girl with the phone number?" Miche says, pouring his own water bottle on the back of his neck, the drumsticks hanging from his back pocket, "I definitely saved that poster, she was cute as fuck."

"Dude, that is so weird," Levi comments, his voice strained as he uses a nebulizer, his voice strained and he knows he isn't supposed to talk but the idea of making fun of Miche is just too tempting to resist. "Did you see my girls? They were reaching for me, like I was some sort of God or something."

"Shut the fuck up, please," your lover says. The light from the dressing room shining on your promise ring as you walk towards the three men. A bright smile immediately forms on Hanji's face the moment he sees you, his arms rapidly wrapping around your waist as he lifts you off the ground, spinning you in his arms, "my princess is here!"

You can't help but giggle, your eyes traveling towards the other two people who stand in the vicinity of your hug. Levi playfully shoves his finger down his throat while Miche laughs, they always have the exact same reaction, to the point where you can't even be mad or embarrassed anymore. Maybe a tiny bit annoyed.

Hanji hooks his fingers on the edge of his shirt, immediately pulling the cloth over his head and throwing it on the ground. The piece of clothing is so wet that it makes a splash sound as soon as it hits the ground, a few drops splattering around and you can hear Levi grunting.

"Could you be any more fucking disgusting?" He rolls his eyes, pointing directly at the shirt. Hanji looks at him for exactly three seconds before clearing his throat and pretending to get ready to spit on it, "NO! DON'T FUCKING DARE!"

You and Miche find yourselves laughing at the scene, the blonde man handing you a bottle of blue gatorade and you thank him silently. The two of you never really talked all that much, but have always looked out for each other. So as you silently enjoy each other's presence in what is supposed to be a calm environment, Hanji and Levi continue to bicker in the background.

"It's just a shirt, why are you so pissy about it?" Your boyfriend asks as he searches the dressing room for a new shirt, your eyes fixated on his abs and the tattoos on his arms and chest, to the point where Miche has to snap his fingers before your eyes to get you out of your trance. Your face heats up for a second as he winks in response, gently nudging your ribs.

"Because you're fucking gross, dude," Levi's strained voice cracks as he continues to complain, his fingers gently rubbing the sides of his throat. Hanji can't help but roll his eyes as he finishes putting a clean shirt on and grabbing a water bottle from the mini-fridge before making his way back to you. By the way he is being followed, both you and Miche can tell that Levi wants to keep arguing, so the two of you rush to action.

"C'mon, bro, let's go see what today's girls had in stock for us," the taller man says, wrapping his arm around the shorter one's shoulders and quickly nudging him away from Hanji before things escalate even more.

On your end, your voice is soft and your hand rests on his chest, "Sunshine, how about we go back to the hotel?" You suggest, desperately trying to get him out of this situation before him and Levi ended up getting physical. You know all too well how the two of them can be. He sighs.

"We're gonna start heading back to the hotel, we'll meet you guys there?" Hanji says, using another towel to dry off the sweat off of his hair. At this point, his band members aren't exactly paying attention to him anymore, so the two of them just nod, going through the hundreds, if not thousands of gifts that were thrown onto the stage during tonight's show.

With an arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you begin making your way towards the subterranean parking garage where a black, bulletproof car would be waiting. There are three bodyguards in front of you in the elevator, two that you have met before and a new one in training. You want to focus on getting into the vehicle as quickly as possible but your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Hanji's hand sliding up your skirt and squeezing your ass.

A silent yelp escapes your lips and you glare at him, only to find an amused expression on his face. With his free hand, he places his index finger in front of his lips, shushing you and making sure you wouldn't even think about making any sort of noise.

As you reach the ground level, your heart is racing in your chest like a cheetah after its prey. When Hanji pulls his hand away from your ass, you nearly whine in disappointment and hope he didn't notice, but by the look in his eyes, you can clearly tell he knows exactly the effect he has on you.

Once the three bodyguards make sure you are all settled in the car and nothing is wrong, they gently pat the hood of the vehicle, letting the driver know you are all settled and ready to begin your ride back to the hotel. There is a tinted window divider separating the two of you and the driver, and a few bottles of liquor sitting on the small compartments next to you. You look around mesmerized, almost as if it is the first time you have ever been in a car like this.

You are pulled away from your thoughts when you feel your boyfriend's arm wrapping around your shoulder, "an innocent and caring action," you think to yourself, but it doesn't last long. Before you notice, Hanji's hand is already taking hold of your left breast over the shirt, the action alone earns a small moan out of you.

"H-Hanji..." His name falls from your lips with ease, leaving behind a sweet taste that could only be compared to your favorite candy. He smirks.

"Can't wait, princess," he whimpers softly, his fingers slowly but firmly traveling down your body and finding their way inside your panties, that devilish smile stamped on his face like he just struck gold, "you're already so wet for me."

You cry out softly, your body instinctively moving closer to his, his hand grabbing hold of your right thigh and placing it on top of his legs before returning to your breast, freely showing your most private parts to anyone who might see. Luckly for the two of you, the windows are completely blacked out, so privacy is not an issue at the moment, but it's not as if the two of you are even paying attention to it.

He starts off slow, only one finger at first and only up to the second knuckle. His gaze is hungry, like he is ready to devour you whole, but he takes it slow, wanting to make sure you are ok with what he is doing. You nod, giving him permission to continue, to do more, oh so much more, but he doesn't change his pace.

"I... I need to hear you say it," he whispers, almost a nervous edge to his voice. You smile softly, nuzzling your face against his neck and whimpering, your hips moving forward slightly as you grind yourself against his finger.

"More... Please, Hanji," you whimper, desperately calling out to him, giving him the permission he has been desperately craving. Those three words are all that it takes for him to pick up his pace, adding a second finger as he continues to move them around inside of you, making sure you can clearly feel how thoroughly he is touching you.

You cry out for him, whimpering his name like it's a prayer. The hand that isn't busy with your pussy has now found its way inside your shirt, pulling it up slightly and revealing your nipples to him. With his index and middle finger, Hanji pinches the small bud, twisting it around ever so gently while his dominant hand continues to focus on making you feel good.

His lips hungrily meet yours, trying to keep your moans contained. You can see his cock twitching inside of his pants, how desperately he needs to be inside of you, but you also know how much he is enjoying this, so you keep your hands to yourself.

You look down for a second and you can clearly see his fingers moving, his promise ring nearly disappearing inside of you now that he has added a third finger as the very tip of his digits makes contact with your cervix. Desperately, you try not to cry out, you try not to get the driver's attention as Hanji continues to fuck you with his hand. Your eyes are closed shut, to the point that it nearly hurts but, even then, you can tell he is pleased with himself, that stupid smirk is still on his lips.

"You sound beautiful, baby," he whispers, his fingers pulling out from inside of you before they come back inside deeper than before, earning a yelp out of you, "shhh, shh baby, be a little quieter for me, ok?" He whispers and you want to curse him, knowing damn well he is doing all of this on purpose.

"F-fuck you," you whimper, your head leaning back onto the seat as you close your eyes shut, "you want be to be quiet or do you want to h-hear me?"

Hanji snorts slightly, his fingers picking up in speed, curling and spreading inside of you in a desperate attempt to hear you crying out his name. He purrs for a second before responding, "call for me, but do it quietly."

You nod, your body already beginning to tighten around his fingers. While his digits work inside of you, he brings his thumb up to your aching clit, adding an additional layer of pleasure. His free hand continues to squeeze and twirl your nipples as his lips continue their attack on your neck. You look like a mess, coming undone beneath his touch while a few flashes from paparazzi's cameras come from outside.

"They can't see us," he whispers, knowing you are worried about it, "I made sure of it. So, let yourself go for me, my princess."

With those simple words, the simple calling you of that pet name, it's like a wave of pleasure washes over you. Your hips buck upwards towards his fingers and your back arches against the seat, you can't help but cry out his name, no matter how quiet you try to be, you are certain the driver and any other cars around you are able to hear the desperation in your voice as you come.

"Hanji!!!!!" His name is like a lifeline, you cling to it as if it is the only thing keeping you afloat. Your voice nearly shatters as the waves of pleasure wash over all of your senses. His grip on you is tight, holding you in place as he is afraid you might actually collapse to the ground, his fingers still working inside of you, fighting a battle against your body as it tightens so desperately that it nearly pushes him out against your will.

But it's the way your hair is now glues to your face, a tear of pleasure streaming down your cheeks that does him in. His grip on you in nearly painfully tight and he is scared it might leave a mark, but he can't control himself. Seeing you in this messy state, for and because of him, is enough to send him over the edge as well, painting the inside of his tight jeans.

"Fuck..." He curses under his breath, his face buried against the side of your neck, "oh, you did so good, princess."

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, leaving an empty sensation behind. You want him again. You want more. You want to feel his fingers grabbing your breasts, his lips peppering your skin with kisses and his cock throbbing inside of you. You want him, all of him. Desperately, ardently, urgently.

As he is about to wipe your essence away on his shirt, you grab his wrist. He shoots you a confused look, which slowly morphs into desire and finally lands on a look of surprise, a small whimper exiting his throat as his eyes can't seem to focus on anything that isn't you.

You part your lips, taking his digits into your mouth. Your warm tongue swirls around them, your face burns as you taste yourself against his skin but your eyes remain focused on his nevertheless. The way he blushes and cries out softly, or the way he is already hardening in his wet pants once more. You don't stop until there is no amount of your essence left on him, only your saliva.

The two of you cling to each other, panting for what feels like forever but couldn't have been longer than a minute or two. Before either of you are ready, you arrive at the hotel the band has been staying, the entrance surrounded by paparazzies who already attempt to get a small peak inside the car.

Hanji sighs, pulling away from you as the two of you fix your clothing. He looks down at the area between his legs, analyzing just how much of a mess he's made. "Can I borrow your jacket?"

You chuckle and hand him the clothing item, "make sure the knot of the sleeves is covering perfectly what you need to keep hidden." In response, Hanji rolls his eyes, a muffle "yeah, yeah" coming out of his mouth.

Once the two of you are settled, he takes your hand, "I will never ask you to come out in public with me. Not until you are ready."

You immediately shake your head, smiling gently as his free hand touches the knob, "Let's do this."

"No Name Guitarist finally spotted with new girlfriend. How long have they been together? Who is she? Here's everything you need to know!"

"Fans torn in half between being heartbroken and happy as new girlfriend of Hanji Zoe finally shows her face."

"Mystery Girl who stole the heart of rockstar Hanji Zoe finally revealed, and she is just as pretty as you would think!"

heey can u write hange x reader? in which hange is riding her bike and reader almost runs into her (a meet cute)

It Was An Accident I Swear!!

synopsis: the ask

rating: family friendly

warnings: none

A/N: This was actually really fun to write!! I don't write stuff like this usually so feedback is appreciated!!

“I swear I’m quitting this god forsaken job today,” you muttered, turning up the music in your car to drown out the impending responsibility of going to work today. 

It was your one day off in the week. ONE. But Debby had to call you in because, “Victoria isn’t feeling well, she thinks it’s the flu.” It’s not even fucking flu season, Victoria’s just off on vacation and forgot to take the weekend off. Should’ve ratted her out. Instagram is as much evidence as actually being there.

Just as you were about to turn the corner of your suburban street, a figure seemed to pass in front of your car. Your breaks come to a screeching halt as you step on them hard. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you freeze. Time seems to slow as you realize what’s happening.

“This cannot be happening right now.” 

You peer through your window and see a bike with a wheel still rolling and a person lying on the concrete. Shit!

You unbuckle your belt and practically fall out of your seat to get out of the car. “Oh my god! I am so sorry are you okay?” You practically shout before making your way to what you assume is a woman about your age. 

They groan slightly with the palm of their hand to one side of their face with the other hand looking around on the ground. Their hazelnut hair cascading over their eyes weren’t helping. “My glasses…” they said, their voice surprisingly gruff.

You spot glasses on the ground and reach down to help them out, assuming they can’t see. “Here,” you crouched closer to them, took their hand and placed the glasses in their free hand. “I am so sorry about this, I was rushing to work and-”

They look up with a stare that’s so intense that it makes you shut up but her gaze softens as soon as her eyes meet yours. 

“It’s alright, it’s honestly my fault for not looking both ways.” She laughs and scratches the back of her neck.

You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You shook your head and held out a hand to help them get up. “No, I should’ve been paying attention and my music was way too loud…” you trail off as they took your hand and stood up. As they dusted themselves off you gave them a once over quickly noticing how tall they were, the clothes they wore, the small but noticeable glint in their eyes, and the shape of their nose,

“Hey, I don’t blame you at all. You didn’t hit me, I’m not injured so you’re fine.” There was an emphasis on the fine that didn’t go unnoticed by you and you smiled a bit. 

“Well I still feel bad so if there’s anything I can do-”

“You could give me your number.” They said a little playfully.

You were slightly taken aback but agreed quickly. You took their phone and typed your number in. You typed in your name and a heart as the contact name and handed it back.

“Cute name, I’m Hange by the way,” she got her bike back up, making sure everything was still intact. “I’ll call you later ok?”

You smile and wave them off as you go back to your car. Debby can figure her own shit out.

If Hange Zoe had social media

Solely uses instagram to repost stories that they were tagged in. If they do post, I imagine them being:

Photos of them at a wedding wearing a suit

Selfies and photos after a successful experiment 

Photos during a fieldwork

A single photo of an interesting leaf/rock

Posts a bunch of lame jokes and shower thoughts they had on twitter (X). They also retweet important news. 

Sometimes they would browse on reddit, tumblr, and facebook for science puns and relatable science shit. They also like to read random theories.

I feel like they’d enjoy watching tiktok. Their fyp would be those galvanized square steel room design stuff, silly cat, dog, whatever animal videos, wood soup asmr, and satisfying videos.

On youtube they would watch conspiracy theories, more cat videos, world history, and aqualife/national geographic documentaries. I bet they would’ve also loved buzzfeed.

her armpits would NOT be clean shaven

lara tybur is cool

If Hange Zoe was a college student

Studies biology or chemistry

The worst outfits ever™️ look at this i beg

Is always on time for classes but arrives sweaty and panting

You will catch them riding a bike or scooter around campus with a helmet. They look silly but #safetyfirst i guess

Alone most of the time. Whenever you see them with other people, it's usually the same group of friends

Stays at the library during vacant periods because they prefer quiet places

They dont like studying at cafes because they get distracted easily (they find cafes noisy, the smell of different drinks is distracting, and someone is always moving at the corner of their eye)

Backpack or satchel user

Sometimes, you'll see grass stains on their pants because they like to rest under a tree. They also like to eat their sandwiches and drink fruit juice there.

Doesn't go to parties. It's overstimulating!!!

26546515 pins on their bag and ID lanyard

Fucking nerd (endearing)

The best partner for projects because they give good ideas and actually help

Doesn't take studying seriously, but they're also very scared of failing

They don't have a solid daily routine, but they have to be productive/accomplish something every day or they will start to tweak

Their sleep sched is fuuuucked

Only asks the professor questions when they find the class interesting

Sometimes, professors pick a random student to answer their question. Whenever Hange falls victim, they answer the question right most of the time. Even if they don't, they're still pretty close to the answer the professor is looking for

They only volunteer to answer when the class is dead silent because they want to move on

Takes physical notes

Do not ask for notes though. They've got BAD handwriting that only they can understand

Grows attached to classmates/professors when the semester is about to end

They're a part of an organization that feeds the cats and dogs of the campus.

They're pretty confident and laid back, but you have to approach them first if u want to be friends

Likes to think that they look presentable, but their fashion sense is just...

Despite their silly outfits, lots of girls like them because Hange is just so smart and charming

They're completely oblivious about it though

are these headcanons or me projecting? we'll never know

very much inspired by this and this

the galaxy leggings god help me

more ugly silly outfits + self ship ⬇️

gonna post my hange college student headcanons tmrw

yipee

bauklotze is such a good song idc

i wish i was a titan or a titan shifter so hange can experiment on me id let them do anything faaawkkk

daily i miss hange zoe

good night hangenation

save me chemistry teacher hange.... chemistry teacher hange save me.....

this whole art dump was inspired by this ONE photo of hange holding a big ass toothbrush

🧪…

and these were inspired by this manga panel

*wife in question is my self insert AND/OR viewer!

if hange has no fans then i am dead

save me chemistry teacher hange.... chemistry teacher hange save me.....

this whole art dump was inspired by this ONE photo of hange holding a big ass toothbrush

🧪…

and these were inspired by this manga panel

*wife in question is my self insert AND/OR viewer!

this whole art dump was inspired by this ONE photo of hange holding a big ass toothbrush

🧪…

and these were inspired by this manga panel

*wife in question is my self insert AND/OR viewer!