#‘aren’t you that little bird my bosses love and i sometimes take care of?? the fuck is wrong with your face-‘

[valleynix]

How would the maids react to seeing lunny once they are finally able to physically be with reader?

AKDBAKDBS WAIT I LOVE THIS

imagine you’re a maid, right? you’re walking down a corridor by yourself, on your way to finish some tasks for one of the daughters. you can’t remember who asked it of you, but you continue, anyway

someone else is walking down the hallway on the opposite end, and you barely lift your head to glance at them. they’re tall, and it looks like they’ve got a big, dark cloak and a hood over their head? must be one of the daughters passing by, so you’d better keep your head down to be respectful, lest it’s Lady Cassandra in a bad mood

she hasn’t really had those in a while, but it’s better to be on the safer side. you really didn’t feel like losing a finger this evening

the person passes, and when they do, they let out a small chirp

confused by the noise and wondering if you heard it correctly, you pause and lift your head, your brows furrowing

another chirp, this time almost like it was made in delight

you’ve never heard that sound from any of your bosses before. purring, buzzing, growling, hissing? yeah, those were pretty normal. but this sounds like a bird-

your curiosity wins, and you glance over your shoulder, eyes wide when you see the other person has stopped with you, standing only a few paces away. they do wear a cloak and a hood is over their head, obscuring their features, but-

oh. oh.

who the fuck-

when the new person lifts their head, you would swear you see that little bird that has your bosses completely entranced. same skin tone, same golden eye (eye??), same hair, if only a little more ragged, same features-

what the fuck? what happened to them? weren’t they smaller and didn’t they most definitely not have wings when you saw them a few hours ago?

their head lifts further, their chin tilting up to reveal more of their features as they grin, showing off their sharp teeth. their arms are hidden beneath their dark cloak, but the large wings behind them start to spread and you see something black with multiple eyes nested on it on the right side of their face-

a voice calls out somewhere behind you, one you are, unfortunately, familiar with. you don’t know what they’re saying - always speaking in that language you’ve never really picked up on - but the way they smile at you as they approach-

no. no. you did not have a death wish. you’re a little more curious as to who-

wait. there are two of them.

there are two of them.

they speak with each other in that strange language as though they were mere siblings lightly arguing with each other as you stand near them, flabbergasted. one looks human, just as you’d suspected, but the other is monstrous-

you can’t really think any more on it. they both turn and walk down the hallway, already having forgotten your existence. you don’t move for several minutes as you wonder if you’d seen anything at all - you’d heard from the others that little bird had powers over one’s mind - but you know what you saw

or maybe you don’t

blinking several times to clear your head, you turn back around and continue down the hallway, brows furrowed deeply in thought. you reach your coworkers eventually, and when you ask if they’d seen another version of that person you all sometimes take care of, they all shake their head no

hm. maybe you’re just going crazy. oh, well

[scuttling]

Lean on Me

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Gender Neutral Reader Word Count: 4,717 Tags: SFW, Fluff, 5+1 Trope, Obliviousness, Mutual pining, Aaron Hotchner deserves good things, Canon typical injury Summary: Five times you want to kiss the frown off of your boss's face, and one time you actually do it. *Requested by Anon. Link to AO3 or read below! “It doesn’t make sense.”

You stick a tack in a photo of a murdered woman—unfortunately one of many you’ve stuck to this board—and turn to face Hotch, who is looking over your handiwork with a quizzical expression.

“What doesn’t?” He takes a few steps closer, crosses his arms in front of him.

“Why would the unsub leave his comfort zone? The first six abductions occurred within five miles of the college, so why did the seventh and eighth happen almost twelve miles away?” He reaches for the board, traces his finger along the circle Reid had colored in on the map. “We profiled that he’s disorganized and far from confident, so why would he do that?”

He looks over at you, frowns, and not for the first time your gaze is drawn to the little crease between his eyebrows that always forms when he is puzzled, worried, confused, stressed, or otherwise unhappy. In short, it’s there kind of all of the time.

For the first time, though, you think of how easy it would be to lean over, press your lips there, smooth it out, and maybe even get him to smile for a change. He has a great smile, when he lets people see it.

You shake the daydream, rewind back to the question he asked, and wrinkle your nose in thought.

“Maybe his circumstances changed? It's summer now, and there are still classes, but students aren’t living in the dorms. Maybe he moved back home or got an apartment off campus that’s within that area—or a job.” He sighs, runs a hand over the back of his head, nods.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. That’s good. I’ll mention it to the others.” He pulls out his phone, and you grab another photo, another thumbtack, but something stops you and you lay a gentle hand on his arm.

“You don’t have to think of everything, you know. That’s why you have us.” He exhales, his shoulders losing a little of their tension, and that forehead wrinkle gets a little less deep.

“Sometimes I forget that not everything needs to be done the hard way. Or by me.”

“What? You, Aaron Hotchner, doing things the hard way?” you tease, and you are gifted a glimpse of his rare, unfiltered smile.

“Okay, enough pointing out my flaws,” he says with a raised eyebrow, though he’s still smiling, and as he looks down to type out a text, you remember to pull back your hand.

“I would never.” He looks up from his phone at that—maybe at the conviction in your voice, which you hadn’t exactly intended—and his expression softens further.

“I know you wouldn’t.” You hold eye contact for a moment, and then turn to finish preparing the board, pinning up another photo of another woman and reminding yourself that they need you to focus on the task at hand. Two weeks later, you knock on Hotch’s office door, a stack of completed consults in your hand. He looks up, that familiar notch in between his brows, a scowl on his face; when he sees that it’s you, he tones it down a little.

“Draw the short straw?” he asks, and you figure that’s because everyone knows he is in a bad mood and they’ve been avoiding this office all day. You shrug.

“It was rock, paper, scissors, but yes.” He huffs a short laugh, and you smile, step toward his desk. “Anything I can do to lighten the load?”

“Technically you’re adding to it,” he says with a glance at the files in your hand, and you set them on one of the chairs with a purposefully loud thump and then take the other seat.

“Technically. But technically, you only need to review my consults; I can review theirs. Right?” He mulls it over a moment, like the thought never crossed his mind—of course Aaron I have to do everything myself Hotchner would never suggest such a thing, even as the team sits in the bullpen with nothing to do, seeing who can throw M&Ms into Spencer’s mouth from the furthest distance.

“Technically,” he agrees, and you pluck a pen out of his pen cup and take the first file off the pile, open it in front of yourself, careful not to cut into the workspace he’s occupying. You both smile softly down at your work, and you actively do not think about that wrinkle between his eyebrows.

About an hour later, he reaches for his mug out of habit but finds it empty; you stand, take it in your hand, and he makes a noise of protest.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” you say, and you walk toward the door. “I need some too. I’ll be right back.”

You pass through the bullpen—apparently the M&M contest led to a sugar crash, because Spencer is laying with his head on his desk—and grab your cup off your desk, take both to the break room to fill them.

Derek appears next to you as you’re stirring your sugar in.

“Coffee date with the boss?” he asks with a curious expression, and you shake your head.

“Of course not. I’m helping him with the overwhelming amount of paperwork on his desk so his mood improves, instead of just ignoring him.” You raise an eyebrow in challenge, and Derek scratches the back of his head.

“Never thought of that,” he admits, and you pat him on the arm and take your coffees back upstairs.

Hotch looks up at you as you set his mug down, says a soft thank you, and you grab the pile of files you brought up, separate them, and head back downstairs.

“You review mine,” you say to Derek, handing him a stack, “Emily take Spencer’s, Spencer take Derek’s, I’ll take Emily’s.” They look at you like they have no idea what to say, and you just smile, tap the top of Spencer’s head with a folder. “I’ll come back down and grab them in a little bit.”

“Yes, boss,” Emily says, and you grin on your way back upstairs. Hotch is standing when you arrive this time, looking out the window over the bullpen.

“What did you do?” he asks, turning to you, frowning again. You’re so close that kissing that wrinkle would be effortless. All you’d have to do is lean in.

You smile.

“I delegated, Hotch. You should try it some time.” You put your hands on his arms and guide him back to his desk. “Now what can I help you with?”

By the end of the day, his desk is clean and his bad mood is long gone. He closes the last of his files, sighs deeply, covers your hand with one of his, and says thank you.

The next morning when you come in, there is a steaming latte and a cookie on your desk, and you can’t stop smiling the rest of the day. Your next case is draining, children abducted and left for dead, and everyone is on edge, but no one more than Hotch. You’re fairly certain his face hasn’t relaxed since the initial briefing, and he’d be a prime candidate for the old ‘your face will get stuck like that’ joke, if anyone was up to joking.

The team catches the unsub, saves one child, but not until after three are dead; you take a late flight home because no one wants to stay another night in a town it feels like you’ve failed, and everyone curls up to get some rest except you and Hotch.

You try to read the book you brought along—a science fiction dystopian novel, something to get you out of your head and away from real life problems—but you’re a little distracted by Hotch’s sighing. It’s become an every-five-minutes thing, and while you’re definitely on board with sighing as a way to decompress, he’s not decompressing. He looks like he’s in pain mentally, exhausted physically; you’re not sure how everyone else was able to ignore it and go to sleep, but then you figure everyone else may not be as in tune with him as you are. As observant.

As in love.

Not that that matters: you know your issues, and some of his issues, and there’s the whole superior/subordinate thing which doesn’t really do anything for you except give you a stomach ache. It would never work out, even if he somehow, miraculously, were to love you back—and that’s a pretty big if in and of itself.

But still, you notice him, can’t help it, and the sighing is getting to be a little much. You sigh yourself, put your finger in between the pages of your book, and walk over to take the seat next to him; he looks over at you, frowning just like always, and you carefully close his file and set it aside.

Neither of you say anything to the other, just look each other over for a moment, and then you lean lightly against his shoulder and flip back to the beginning of your book.

“I still dream of the island. I sometimes approach it across water, but more often through air, like a bird, with a great wind under my wings. The shores rise rain-coloured on the horizon of sleep, and in their quiet circle the buildings: the houses grown along the canals, the workshops of inkmasters, the low-ceilinged taverns.”

You keep your voice low and soothing, and you are just turning to page fifteen when you feel the weight of his head drop onto your shoulder.

The crease between his eyes melts away in sleep.

You read until you make it home, and you wake him up with a gentle nudge before the rest of the team drifts back to consciousness. He looks at you, blinks slowly like he’s trying to remember where he is, and then gets a little sheepish when he puts two and two together, realizes he fell asleep on your shoulder.

You just shake your head, give his arm a squeeze, and head back to your seat to gather your things. You, Hotch, and Emily are catching the elevator to the parking garage—after staying two hours later to work on some rush consults straight from Strauss—when he looks at something on his phone that makes him groan aloud. You and Emily share a look, and you ask what’s wrong.

“I just remembered I’m supposed to have a treat for Jack to take to school tomorrow and it’s, what, seven thirty?”

“So just stop at the supermarket on your way home; no one can tell the difference anyway,” Emily says, but you and Hotch both shoot her a skeptical glance.

“It’s all about the treats at a school like Jack’s,” you supply, and Hotch looks over at you like he’s surprised by your comment. “If they’re not homemade, the parents talk. Plus there’s probably an allergen list a mile long: no nuts, no eggs, no soy, no dairy. You have to pick him up from Haley’s tonight, right?” You’re pretty sure, but when he nods he confirms it. “So pick him up, go home and get some dinner, put him to bed, and I’ll text you when I’m on my way over with the goods. I have a great recipe for vegan apple cinnamon muffins that will go over really well.”

“You really don’t have to do that; I’ll figure something out,” he says, but you just shake your head and pull up the recipe on your phone.

“Forget it, it’s already done. I have everything I need at home already; let me help,” you murmur softly, and when he looks at you with the furrowed brow that comes with accepting kindness from someone else, you almost forget it’s not just the two of you in the elevator. It’s only when Emily clears her throat that the eye contact breaks. He nods.

“Okay. Thank you; I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” The elevator dings and it stops at the parking garage; the three of you get off and head in separate directions for your cars. “I’ll text you.”

“Goodnight,” Emily says with a grin, and you wave at her, hop into your car, and head for home.

About two hours later, you show up at Hotch’s door with two dozen apple cinnamon muffins, and unbleached, whole wheat flour in your hair, and he has coffee brewing, a smile on his face.

“You don’t know how grateful I am,” he says as he ushers you into the kitchen, takes the boxes of muffins from your hands, and pours you a cup of dark, delicious coffee. You sip it slowly, savoring the taste—you should have known he’d have incredible coffee—even though it’s far too late for you to be indulging. Unless you’re working a case, you usually switch to decaf by three.

“I know you are. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think you’d appreciate the gesture.” You lean forward, open a box, and pull out two muffins, handing one to him. “I made a couple extra so we could taste test; if I accidentally put salt in instead of sugar, you’re on your own,” you joke, and you wait for him to taste it before taking your own bite.

“That’s delicious. There’s really nothing unapproved in here?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“Nope, it’s all healthy and allergen free, except for the flour, but that wasn’t on the list you sent.” He reaches a hand toward you, and you don’t realize, at first, that he’s brushing the flour out of your hair.

“Messy baker,” he teases, and your heart feels really full, being in his kitchen like this, warm muffins and fresh coffee, even if your hair is a mess. You smile, and he smiles back before dropping into that serious expression, eyebrow wrinkle and all. You think about brushing your lips there tonight, but this feels like two steps forward, and you don’t want to risk taking that step back. “Next time I’ll help you.”

“Oh, next time? You plan on needing my baking expertise again? Fair warning, this is the only recipe I know, so I hope you like apple cinnamon muffins.” You take a sip of your coffee, look up at him, and he takes another bite, nods his head.

“I do. Especially these.”

In a perfect world, what comes next would be a cinnamony, coffee flavored kiss, but the world’s not perfect, and you yawn instead. You look down at your mug like it’s betrayed you, and Hotch chuckles low.

“It’s decaf. I know you usually stop in the afternoon; I wouldn’t forgive myself if you were up all night because of me.” You have always been a person who falls in love with all the little details about someone, so the fact that he’s noticed this, remembers this, makes your heart beat a little faster. “I should let you go. You’ve done so much today, between staying late and baking for Jack—for me. You need to get some sleep.”

He’s right, it’s nearly ten, and you should be getting back home, but this is a moment you never want to end.

You just nod, though, and he reaches out to brush his hand over your back when he walks you to the door.

“Thank you again. I really appreciate that you did this for me,” he says, soft, like he still can’t imagine you would.

“You’re welcome, Hotch. Any time, really; I’m happy to help.”

You get home, clean your kitchen, and have a very late dinner, and the smell of good coffee and apples and cinnamon is still in your nose when you drift to sleep. “You didn’t hear what he said,” Hotch snaps almost a month later, with one hand splayed on his hip and the other on the table in front of him. The moment you saw him engaged in an argument with a member of the Sheriff’s department, fire in his eyes, you’d grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into a small conference room, shutting the door behind you. It took almost three minutes of staring at each other for him to say something instead of just glaring at you for interrupting the pissing contest.

“I don’t need to know what he said. I know you, and I know you handle people like that with a quick, sharp remark and then you wash your hands of it. You don’t argue back and forth, you don’t draw it out. You would have regretted it if you did that today, so I stopped you.”

“You think you know me so well, do you?” he asks in an unkind tone of voice you can’t identify, haven’t heard from him before; the expression on his face is familiar, though, a scowl that only puts emphasis on his handsome features—it’s unfair, really.

You exhale, cross your arms.

“Yes, and I know you well enough to know you’re irritated with him, not me, so cut the shit.”

It’s the first time you’ve ever been quite that direct with him, and certainly the first time you’ve ever sworn at him; your immediate instinct is to apologize, but he surprises you by huffing a laugh. The angry lines of his face smooth into something softer.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. He just—I can’t stand people like that.” He scrubs a hand through his hair in irritation. “We’re here to work—to do a job they couldn’t finish on their own. Not to be… objectified.” He mutters the last word, so low you almost don’t hear it, and then there’s a knock at the door. Derek enters.

“Sheriff wants a word, Hotch; do you have a sec?” With one last look at you, he nods, brushes past him to leave the room. Derek gives you the barest hint of a smile. “He was defending your honor, you know.”

You frown. You didn’t know.

“That jerk was talking about me?” you ask, clarifying, and he nods.

“Something about assuming you’re an athlete because he likes your ass. Set the boss man off.” You walk over to him and leave the room together, heading back to your workspace.

“Well Hotch is right, we’re here to work, not to be objectified. I can see how he would get angry.” Derek shoots you a flat, questioning glance.

“You think he’d be getting that worked up if it was my ass that guy was talking about? Or Emily’s?” The two of you stop outside the conference room, and you cross your arms, lean against the doorframe, frown.

“So what are you trying to say? That he sees me as being weak, thinks he needs to defend me? I'm as capable as either of you.” That may not be strictly true, because you’re a little more brains than brawn, like Spencer in that way, but you can hold your own and you thought Hotch knew that.

Derek just laughs, shakes his head, and ducks into the room. You follow, so confused.

“I thought you were just playing it close to the vest, but you’re oblivious, aren’t you?”

“Oblivious about what?” Emily asks, pen between her teeth, feet kicked up onto a chair, and you shrug.

“I’m still not sure. Hotch got into an argument with a deputy about me, and I asked Derek if Hotch thinks I’m weak and that’s why he felt like he had to defend me.” She smiles broadly around the pen, pulls it out of her mouth with a grin.

“Oh, honey. That’s not it. You know that’s not it, right?”

“I clearly don’t know what’s going on at all, so no, if you’d care to enlighten me,” you say, sinking into an empty chair. “I hate it when you guys are cryptic.” You love your team, but they have a habit of doing this all the time, saying things to each other with their eyes, or just a few words that don’t have any sensible meaning that you know of. It’s like they live to talk over your head, to say things without actually saying them.

“Okay. Hotch has a thing for you,” Emily says simply, and you blink.

Well that’s the very last thing you’d expected to hear.

“He absolutely does not.” You look at Derek, who’s making a face like you’re the one being crazy; you laugh out loud, can’t help it. “He does not. I’m pretty sure Hotch doesn’t have things, and if he did, he wouldn’t have a thing for me.”

“Why not? Because that would be too convenient, since you have a thing for him too?” Derek asks, taking the seat across from you, and you grab the nearest case file, flip it open and focus your attention on it.

“I care about him, the same way I care about all of you, and he maybe needs a little more care—but you guys are reading into things.”

Thankfully, you don’t have to say anything more, because Hotch, JJ, and Spencer return, and you all have a lead to work.

You can’t help but wonder if you’re being obvious about your feelings, though, especially later, when you get back to the hotel and the group decides to have a drink at the bar.

JJ and Emily hit the pool table while Derek and Spencer head up for drinks, and you are left sitting with Hotch at the table, pressed together in the inside corner of a booth.

“Tired?” you ask him, because he does look worn out, his tie a bit loose, his eyes a little red. You know he doesn’t get much sleep when you travel, and you can’t imagine he’ll go to bed even when this little detour is over.

“Always,” he sighs, but when he looks over at you, he smiles, just a little. “Just can’t wait to get out of this town.”

“Yeah, it gives Southern hospitality a whole new meaning, doesn’t it?” The people you’ve interviewed today are, on paper, quite respectable, but there’s a Desperate Housewives, ‘everyone is sleeping with someone else's spouse’ kind of thing going on, and it’s honestly exhausting. To your surprise, Hotch laughs.

“It really does. I don’t think I’ve ever missed the quiet solitude of my apartment quite this much.” You lean back against the vinyl of the booth, sigh.

“I miss my apartment, but it’s been too quiet lately. I prefer the sounds of someone else sharing space with me: the coffee maker percolating, the news in the background, the shower running, the sound of flipping the pages of a book or magazine.” You look down at your hands, because you’re getting a little more emotional than you usually let other people see. “Sorry. I’m not typically this open about being…”

You trail off, but Hotch looks over at you, concerned, the wrinkle between his eyebrows even more noticeable when you’re sitting this close. You think, just briefly, of running your thumb over it, but with your luck, Derek or Emily would see, and you’d never live it down.

“Lonely?” he finishes softly, and when you nod your head, he covers your hands with one of his own, bumps his shoulder against yours. “I get lonely too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You look up at him, feeling a little vulnerable, and his expression softens. “When we get back, maybe you could come over for dinner some night. Nothing fancy,” he clarifies, and you smile, “just two lonely people being a little less lonely.”

“That would be really nice.” You can see Derek and Spencer approaching out of the corner of your eye, and Hotch must too, because he removes his hand, slips back into the slight, persistent frown you have come to know and love. Derek looks at you, raises an eyebrow, and hands you your beer. You try to tell him to shut up with your face, plan to follow up later to see if that actually worked. “We have an agent down on the second floor,” Spencer says into his comms, and you immediately want to slap him in the back of the head.

“Don’t say agent down, kid; I’m like, slightly wounded at best.” You hold a hand against the stab wound on your side—the unsub honestly just grazed you, and you’d knocked him out with a single punch, which made you feel pretty awesome—and reach out the other so he can help pull you to your feet. Your hand comes up to your own walkie button. “I’m not down, I’m fine—just slightly stabbed,” you add, and Spencer is getting his cuffs on the unsub when Hotch and JJ burst through the doors.

Well, Hotch bursts. JJ follows behind looking strangely winded for one of the most naturally athletic people you know.

“What happened? Are you alright?” he asks, and you lift your shirt to show him the sluggishly bleeding gash.

“I’m fine, see? It’s not even deep. Spencer saw blood and got a little ahead of himself.” You turn to Spencer, who sticks out his tongue, then back to Hotch, who looks haunted and pale, with that goddamn wrinkle between his eyebrows again. He’s bent down, looking over your wound seriously—you’ve had worse, so much worse, that you don’t understand why he’s so worried about it—and then he leans up, presses a hand to your cheek, and pulls you close for a soft, tender kiss.

If this were a movie, right about now a camera would be panning around you in a circle, as you wrap your free hand around his neck, pull him closer, melt against his body like it’s all you’ve been dreaming of for months, and the two of you would break apart smiling, maybe even kiss again.

It’s not a movie, though, so you just bleed out against your hand and freeze, because Hotch is kissing you at a crime scene and you almost got filleted, so you’re not sure if this is a you got hurt, so I’d better kiss you kiss or an I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever, and you got hurt so I have to kiss you kiss.

When he breaks the kiss, you’re both breathing a bit heavily, and you don’t know what to do, so you just lean in and press your lips to that wrinkle between his eyebrows that you’ve been thinking about so frequently since the first time you noticed it. You brush a hand through his hair, and when you pull back, he’s smiling.

“What was that?” He covers your hand on your side with his own and helps get you toward the elevator so you can be patched up by the EMTs; JJ and Spencer are left staring, open-mouthed in your wake, with an unconscious unsub at their feet, but neither of you are concerned about that.

“I’ve been thinking of doing that for months now: to kiss that spot between your eyes so you’ll stop frowning for a change. Since I couldn’t, I decided to find other ways to help you stop frowning so much. It kind of became my life’s mission.” He sighs, puts his arm around you and holds you close while you wait for the elevator to bring you to the ground floor.

“I stop frowning when you’re around because you’re around, not just because of the things you do for me,” he tells you, and he presses his lips to yours for another warm, soft, perfect kiss. “I’ve been thinking of doing that for months now.” You tilt your head, make a sound of contemplation, and he chuckles softly. “What is it?”

“I think those cryptic idiots we work with might be onto something,” you say with a grin, and when the elevator lets you off and Hotch helps you toward the ambulance to be patched up, Derek and Emily are waiting with concerned looks on their faces. They must be pretty confused to see you’re grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, you guys were right; Hotch does have a thing for me!” you call as you walk past them, and when your wound is properly dressed and wrapped, you put your arms around his neck and let him kiss you until the frown and accompanying wrinkle are nothing but distant memories.

*The novel excerpt is from The Weaver by Emmi Itäranta.

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Finally cleaned up this draft based on @/popcornbee’s art and it is now officially on AO3 as well, so I hope all of you enjoy!

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There were numerous pathways for a sparrow to travel. Following their migration patterns, they'd travel down to warmer lands, typically somewhere protected for the nights. In doing so, they'd rest in the winter and return back all new. Refreshed for the upcoming springs and summers.

For American Tree Sparrows, these patterns were necessary to survive.

For Joe Sparrow, the true information depended. 

He liked to flit about on rapid wing beats. He preferred curdled mealworms due to previous battles hurting his digestive system. For migration, he remained stubborn on whether he liked the warmer breezes or if the Newtopian stables were of true home than anything else.

Newtopia had a history of domestic birds. Joe Sparrow was the mixed case when he grew all-natural, got captured and owned by one or more owners who called him previous names, and then found Marcy in the middle of sweltering rain. Where a mission lead to something new and surprising, bold and unorthodox, and the moment Joe saved her — chose her hand of all people — Marcy promised to keep him safe. Safe, protected, cared for.

And nothing had pulled these two away from each other. Not even the fleeting concept of gravity. Or the fact winter threatened his nests.

Anne asked about him before. On one occasion, where Marcy groomed him under Plantar barn shade, Anne looked at his big, round, puffy belly and wondered out loud where the scar above his eye fit in out of all things.

Of course, Marcy had the answer.

“Oh, you know Joe,” she sighed. “He keeps pushing his limits. You won’t believe how many scars this bad boy got during his old career. For the eye one, he actually got that scar back when he was just a fledgling, but this was during the morally ethical times where amphibians didn’t really care for mounts unless they were battle resistant.”

Her hand parsed through his plume, giggling when Joe tweeted pleasantly against her skin. “But now he’s in a morally ethical place, aren’t you, boy? Yes, you are.”

Anne snorted. She ruffled Joe’s feathers too, and the two giggled quietly when the sparrow seemed to lean into the touch. Almost as if the sparrow connected immediately to Anne.

And Anne teared up over the thought. “It’s just like mother nature intended.”

The week afterward reminded Marcy of her sparring days, but instead of swords and smoke bombs, she had worms and patience. Lots of patience as Anne attempted to feed some mesh into Joe’s beak — and ultimately got stuck when she leaned too hard into his mouth.

It was funny how all this bonding time left her blind to anything else on the schedule. Marcy could instruct Anne to direct the mealworms to Joe for hours and still find Anne’s laughter to be the highlight of her day. Maybe Joe would sit on Anne, and leave her yelling and laughing under floof-fulls of bird, and Marcy would sketch that scene than the typical mission schematics Lady Olivia instructed her to look through.

Marcy hypothesized that Joe's love for attention spurned her focus. It made sense for birds to tease if they didn’t get the proper reaction out of people. It made sense for a bird such as Joe to find affection in someone who exuded goodness from their heart. But then Marcy would remember Anne. For Anne had Joe’s affection at the palm of her hands but irritated the bird enough to prefer dipping her into a nearby pond just for the sake of playfighting. And that enough had gotten her intrigued.

Was it another phenomenon she needed to analyze? To understand fully until the cusp of discovery?

Perhaps. Not right now though.

Marcy had found a breakthrough. A breakthrough in Animal-Human Sociology. But her focus lingered elsewhere, came down to how she rested next to a bucket load of dirty feathers — snoring into her best friend’s shoulder until the moon rose high above the Amphibian mountains.

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When Marcy stared through the sky, and the act alone reminded her so much of Kid Icarus. If she ignored the wings branching out from the corners of her eyes, and only focused on the colors then she thought of herself as flying. Flying through skies that bled yellows and reds like Aivazovsky, framed so well against the crisp horizons that Marcy could almost paint the perfectest picture in her mind.

And when wind buffered her hair, parted the clouds with her hands, she swore that the taste on her tongue was of fresh saltwater.

Navigation. Freedom. The fades from orange to blue to maroon. Marcy loved riding for a reason. She held onto Joe’s reins with the utmost quickness, spelled out her name with short dives and leaps through cumulus tufts. And in the aftermath, she wrung her coat dry of moisture.

At least, until Anne became a priority.

Anne Boonchuy. Friend of ten years. Friends since the term friends became part of the Merriam Webster. Now, the latter sounded silly, but friendship could be a frank concept at times, it was something Marcy had no clue how to navigate, and yet Anne found her and decided Marcy was worth her time.

So they were here now: One readying an avian saddle, the other petting Joe’s tufts with the heaviest affection. And aw, Joe seemed to like it, what with the amount of cooing he’d been doing for the past hour.

Not like Marcy didn’t want to get in on that action. She just needed to finish clipping on the latches — and when she did that, it would be go-time, her a-game.

“Anne, can you push me that satchel?”

“Sure thing, Marce.” With ease, Anne somehow lugged a chair-sized bag over to where Marcy was, and they remained silent afterward as she finished the remainder of preparations.

What preparations? Well, the kind that remained out of her league.

“Sooo, where are ya’ going, exactly?” Anne asked. She had the same perturbed look to her ever since she whiffed the scents from the bag itself.

Marcy couldn’t help but rub her neck, not knowing how well to respond. “Well, I’ve been planning to scout an area somewhere high up in the Southern sect of Amphibia. I got wind that some bandits plan to use a route to jump ambassadors from here and there on the pathways, and I just wanted to make sure that doesn’t happen again, you know?"

“For sure, dude. I mean, you are the boss after all. That stuff’s gotta be pretty important if you’re getting loads of homework for it.”

“Well,” Marcy puckered her lips. She was right in some sense. Chief rangers plopped themselves into some high category up in the Newtopian ranks. It made sense. “Correct, kinda. I don’t really call it a boss position, more so a job. A very fun job, actually. You’d be surprised at how many prefer office desks to infantry, it’s nuts.”

Although, the more she thought about it, being able to stay safe in a big ole’ cube than getting skewered by bandits did sound appealing. Less probability for harm, sure. But Marcy loved the hunt way too much for her own good.

If Andrias gave her another objective, she might as well do a little dance at this point; there was always something exciting to partake in.

And with Joe, the fun always doubled with him.

At least, until she remembered that Anne had been staring at her, snapping her fingers in front of Marcy’s nose. “Marbles, you good? Another zone-out moment again?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. Thanks, I was about to get worried, the internal dialogue I had was getting way too extensive for my taste."

"Well, now that you’re out of your internal dialogue stuff, I got to ask.” Anne peered at Joe again. “Can I get on your bird?”

Marcy blinked at her. “Oh. Of course. You don’t really need to ask me if you’re curious about riding him.”

“I know, but he’s a big softie, really wanted to make sure I got your permission before anything else.” She coughed. “Plus I’m not gonna take any vehicles without permission. Tried that once. Didn’t go so hot.”

Somehow, Marcy found herself giggling. She couldn’t pinpoint why; Anne’s honesty must’ve just been that funny. “Well, if you want to jump on the SS Joe Sparrow, I’d be happy to show you around and get you a front-row ticket to some action.”

“For real?” Anne beamed, only for her expression to melt into a frown, scratching her chin at the thought. “Aren’t you on ranger duty though?”

Okay, she had a point there. “I mean, yeah, but I’ve mainly done this stuff solo. Sure I’ve got Joe to accompany me but it’ll be interesting to have a second person on board for the ride.” Without a skip in her beat. “And why wouldn’t I have you go with me? Of course, I would. You’re always the best on road trips.”

And with that, Anne’s smile grew tenfold. Oddly beautiful. Oddly hard to describe. Weirder to even have herself think those things in the first place. “Count me in, then. Let’s go, Marbles!”

Oh well. She’d think about that later.

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Joe softened his landings in-between. And at certain points, when the mountains dipped to valleys he rocketed around and buffeted the gales just for the heck of it. He had the heart of a little kid sometimes, every moment he swooped through some current or plummet forward if he got the chance. He liked to make himself seem so grand when he cheeped. And Marcy confided in the idea that no matter how aged this sparrow would become, he’d still be the softest avian around.

Always there. Always playful. Always…eager for potential mates. He was the total package for best mount in all of Amphibia, and Marcy didn’t want it any other way.

So with Anne, Marcy became delighted when Joe kept that same kindness. It wasn’t just Marcy doing rough landings against solid ground or her zipping through the air. There were two people, two people to consider on the back of his saddle.

And Joe never disappointed her. He pivoted, swerved on command, and coaxed giggles from the girl behind her, whose arms pressed tightly to her waist until their hair puffed out from the wind.

“Keep your arms locked in, Annie B!”

Marcy’s hands whipped the reins, whooping at the top of her lungs when the dive pushed oceans of air into their faces.

The straps and belts dug into their laps when Joe pulled up, braced them in a loop-de-loop that had their eyes rolling when they finally exited out to a steady level.

And Marcy could hear the laughter behind her.

The laughter spoke of so much joy and happiness, of a symphony that Marcy had heard so many times before, and Marcy leaned into her warmth when they passed from the hallowed groves to the shimmering Newtingale creaks.

All throughout the Southern sect, all throughout the faint rattle of Marcy’s heart.

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The ride home had been a lot darker than Marcy expected. For most of her trips in and out of the valleys, a lot of her path-finding culminated in something one could describe as an adventure. If one described her and Anne beating up an entire bandit group disguised as a clown posse to be an adventure, then yes. That was what happened.

They went head-to-head, toe-to-toe. All while decked out in white makeup and smelly rotten clown noses. This all sounded ridiculous, but out in Amphibia, one should never ever underestimate a theatre group.

For entertainment was their cruelest weapon.

Anne had been the first to ambush the bandits during the mission. With the agile reflexes of a cat, she deflected each oncoming slash with ease while Marcy took aim, calculated her crossbow trajectory until the enemies all knocked unconscious in the mud.

If one ignored the clown get-up, then what she talked about seemed like a typical day for Marcy. Always saving someone. Always doing her best. Always making sure no newts got chewed up by some toad or frog dressed up in rogue wear.

But the difference today was that she had someone to accompany her. Or how that same someone jumped onto Joe and gave that feisty bird a few scratches to his feathers, trying to wash her face in the water bucket they stored earlier today.

It all seemed domestic-like. The kind that Marcy dreamed about in fantasy stories, where the protag had a close ally to travel the world until their dying breaths.

And gosh, it was so cool that Anne became that friend.

She seemed to enjoy it too, what with the close embrace when they finally took off for the night, her chin propped on her cloaked shoulder, or the fact her exhales drifted in crisp Amphibian air.

A sign that she was enjoying everything. Everything from the swoop of Joe’s wings, the purple haze of the night, or how the moon cloaked their forms in red lighting — masking the landscape in darkness like a blanket over bedding.

Anne sighed contently. Her face nestled close to Marcy’s neck. She didn’t show that she regretted being here.

Not one bit.

“I’ve never been this high up before,” she mumbled. “The only times I did were when some creature flung me up into the middle of nowhere.”

Marcy hummed to that. Anne's fingers ghosted the triceps of Marcy's arms, left goosebumps to form and bristle in the cold, it made everything feel weird. Comfortable. Safe. “So is this less traumatizing and more exciting then?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Her voice rang, all charmed and sweet. “By a long shot.”

And Marcy was glad about that. Ever since she found Joe, a lot of her adventures had gotten easier to deal with. From zooming over to the Dry Swamp to the many forests hidden deep underneath solid canopies, one of the many pros of having a steed like Joe was of the view.

A view that made scouting ten times easier. The kind that entangled her in clouds, the song of avians, and the dance of the breeze. The kind that chilled her nose, left cumulus droplets on her thumbs, and when she settled down from grazing the upper layers of oxygen her body’s equilibrium warmed her up like it always intended to.

To have Anne feel that same experiences — the same elation — made the trip all the more worth it. Especially when Marcy’s skin grew warmer under non-equilibrium circumstances. All due to the cuddly contact.

Oh, Anne.

“If you want, I know a froggy pitstop nearby that sells slushies twenty-four-seven,” Marcy said softly. Joe went into a descent, already maneuvered by Marcy’s quick hands at the reins. They weren’t going to land yet. At least until Anne said so. “Wouldn’t hurt to take in the view on a full stomach.”

“That sounds amazing.” Anne pressed closer, and Marcy tried not to think about the murmur, how low it rumbled against Marcy’s ear. Gosh, she must be really relaxed by now. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m ready for some grub.”

“Well, they aren’t really grubs more like a mish-mash of every insect on the palette.”

“I try not to think about it.”

With laughter escaping them, Marcy directed Joe into the forest space below, her heart synced with the beat of sparrow wings.

[dragonsruby]

Aladdin (animated series) Incorrect Quotes:

Because my obsessive phase has lasted years and it's time to do something with it.

Feel free to add on, if you want! This was a lot of fun!

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Aladdin: "People have asked me how I get the 'Natural and earthy' look to my body. I've told them that it's the Essence of Agrabah."

*Monster of the week smashes a cart in the background, causing splinters and sand to fly everywhere*

Aladdin: "It's literally just sand."

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Cassim: "The son I raised is a strong and responsible man."

Genie: "Did you perhaps raise a son that we are unaware of?"

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Nefir: "My one and only dream, which was to obtain money, has come true!"

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Abis Mal, adressing his crew: "Today, I'm going to show you how to face your fears! Now the first step to facing your fears is-"

*Abu falls off of wall behind Mal and Mal screams loudly*

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Haroud: "Every time you feel like yelling at your boss, put a shred of gold in your 'No yelling' sack, and soon you'll have a wEAPON TO BEAT-"

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Ambassador: "I've brought you frankincense."

Jasmine: "Thank you."

Ambassador: "And I've brought you myrrh!"

Jasmine: "Thank y-"

Ambassador, flinging off his cloak to reveal Abis Mal with his latest magical doomsday artifact: "Myrrh-DER!!!"

Jasmine, sighing: "Abis Mal, this is the eigth time."

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Fasir, looking at Agrabah: "When will you learn-"

Fasir, looking at Mirage: "WHEN WILL YOU LEARN-"

Fasir, screaming at the globe: "THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?!!?!!"

(Also applies to the Etherial)

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Iago: "ARE YOU-"

*Abu screeches*

Iago: "-KIDDING ME I WILL PERSONALLY-"

*Abu screeches*

"-END YOU ON A-"

Aladdin: "What in the name of-"

Jasmine: "I told Iago that he shouldn't use council-inappropriate words while we have guests over. Abu is saying them for him."

(Side note, you can't convince me that Abu wouldn't have the worst potty-mouth in the series next to Iago)

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Mirage: "Ya know, I really love dressing up for the occassion and looking proper and taking a knife and STABBING PEOPLE ON THE WEEKENDS!"

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Mirage: "Now, we shall all make our move to destroy Agrabah!"

Etherial: "There is no need. The people are doing that just as well on their own."

Chaos: "It's really boring! They don't even need us to do anything!"

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Mechanicles: "WHY AREN'T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!"

Scooter: "...?"

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Arbutus: "I never wish to leave my garden. However-"

*Aladdin waters a fake plant in Agrabah*

Arbutus: "Some time in prison will be worth the actions that I shall take."

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Iago: "Nah, I can't ever be with a bird of the fairer breed. I am all the fair this bird needs!"

Thundra, flying across the globe at the speed of light: "WHO THE BLIGHT PUT THE ROBOT-SLEEZE IN MI SELVA?!?!?! MAY ROOTS GROW WITHIN SUS ÓRGANOS FOR THE NEXT ONE THOUSAND YEARS- Ah, Ramone, mi amore! Ever shall you join me!"

Iago: "...My worldview has been expanded for two."

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Iago: "Sometimes I think..."

Iago: "...and then I end up in federal prison."

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Genie: "Whatever you have heard about me isn't true. I don't know where people get the idea that I like it safe (watch your step, loose tile,) it's ridiculous (careful, hanging plant.) You wear a helmet to an ambasador meeting one time, and you're labeled for life (watch out, broken glass). Frankly, I like taking risks and would welcome a little danger in my life."

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Genie: "Dhandi, kid, dear Eden and I have decided to have a child together!"

Dhandi: "Oh, congratulations! I didn't know that you could have-"

Eden, producing adoption papers from the air: "And that child is YOU!!!!!"

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Genie: "As your prisoner, I'm not going to associate, I'm not going to conversate with you-"

Mozenrath: "I think it's 'converse.'"

Genie: "...Wh-"

Mozenrath: "Just say 'talk.'"

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Abu: Jailed for Monke Crimes (and also repeated attempts at robbery)

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Mozenrath: "GET THE DOG-"

Aladdin, casually holding the Thirdac's chain: "It don't bite!"

Mozenrath, halfway up the nearest wall: "YES IT DO, BI-"

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Aladdin: "And another hit! Better start waving your white flag, Mozenrath!"

Mozenrath: "THE ONLY THING I WILL BE WAVING IS YOUR HEAD ON A SPEAR IN FRONT OF YOUR WEEPING MOTHER."

Aladdin: "...Only one problem with that, but besides the point-"

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Aladdin, at the end of the 1992 film: "Man, things are going pretty well for me! I'm off the streets, I have a family who loves me, and none of my enemies can touch me anymore! Things are finally looking up!"

The Return of Jafar, the 1994 series and The King of Thieves: *Jaws theme*

I will cherish the chaos of this series forever.

[patt-writes-stuff]

Pink (Hawks x gn!Reader)

Pairing: Hawks/Takami Keigo x gn! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: cursing but that’s about it!

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, Romantic/Relationship

Tags/Aus: boss x secretary, pining, slow burn, slight cannon divergence probably

Summary: 5 times your boss, Hawks, made you flustered + the one time you made him flustered

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! This is my fic for the Attack on Academia server’s Secret Santa Event!! This is for @sugacookiies​ !! and I really hope you like it!!! 

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Event No. 1

“Thank you so much for coming today, we’ll be sure to get back to you soon,” the lady who had been interviewing you said, smiling at you. You bowed your head slightly, thanking her for her time with a small smile on your face.

After exiting the room and closing the door, you took a deep breath, as if to calm your still very present nerves. You had been up for a job as a secretary at pro hero Hawk’s agency, something you were more than thrilled about.  

Growing up, you’d always been immensely intrigued with the world of pro heroes. Your room had been decked out in hero figurines and posters, the whole nine yards. Hell, even your comforter was hero themed at a certain point in time. It had just always fascinated you how these people would use their quirks for the good of humanity and to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves.

Sadly, your quirk, MoodLocks, wasn’t very useful in crime-fighting. All it did was allow your hair to change colors depending on your mood. It was pretty, of course, but you had a hard time controlling it and it could never help you beat an opponent. If anything, it would give the villain an insight into your thoughts and put you at a clear disadvantage.

So, as time passed, your childish fantasies of becoming a hero did as well. It didn’t bother you anymore, as you were more than happy with the career you’d chosen. Your love of heroes was still very much present, hence why you were so nervous about today’s interview. If you got the job, not only would the pay be incredible, but you’d also get the chance to help an actual hero. Maybe you’d even get the chance to meet more of them!

You were pretty sure you had made a fairly good impression so hopefully, you would indeed get a call from the agency soon.

Walking out of the agency, you couldn’t help but let out a yawn. You’d stayed up far too late last night googling commonly asked job interview questions so you wanted nothing more than to get back to your apartment and catch up on some much-needed rest. Maybe you and your roommate could order in.

“Oh God, I am so sorry that was my fault. I just finished this super stressful interview and I’m super tired so I was not watching where I was going-” your babbling came to a sudden halt as you looked up, brain losing all ability to form coherent thoughts.

Right before your very eyes was the man who’s “a bit too fast” in all his red-winged glory. You’d seen him in interviews online, of course, you kept up with most pro hero interviews, so you knew he was handsome. However, the cameras most certainly did not do the man justice. His yellow glasses were resting on his forehead, pushing his messy (and very soft looking) blond hair back. His gold eyes seemed to be looking right into your soul, calculating yet calm.

God, you wished you could make your eyeliner look remotely similar to his.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and you realized that you’d been staring for what you could only describe as an uncomfortably long amount of time.

Before you could embarrass yourself further, the winged hero placed a gloved hand on your shoulder. He looked at the top of your head, an intrigued expression adorning his face before morphing into an easy smile, he spoke, “‘S no problem, chickadee. Good luck with your interview.”

And just like that, the hero went along his merry way.

Curious what he’d been staring at, not to mention the nickname, you looked up at your hair, which had previously been a bright shade of orange due to being anxious, was now very pink. You blanched at the thought of having lost control of your quirk so easily, in front of a cute guy pro hero who might be your future boss no less.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘at least I can say I met Japan’s #2 hero even if I don’t get this job.’

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Event No. 2

Much to your surprise, and pleasure, you had indeed received a call from Hawks’ agency about a week later. After several follow up interviews (much more than you were expecting, honestly, but you suppose it made since he’s such a high ranking hero) a very thorough background check, you had gotten the job.

When you had gotten the job, you had been hoping that the blond would have forgotten your first encounter, since you had literally malfunctioned right before his very eyes. The chances of him forgetting weren’t exactly small, after all. You were sure he met plenty of people every day and your interaction had been incredibly brief.

A month into your job as his secretary, you seemed to be in the clear. Sure, he knew about your quirk, since he was your employer and the ever-changing array of colors in your hair aren’t exactly subtle, but seeing as he hadn’t mentioned it so he’d probably forgotten.

You’d stayed at the agency long after your shift was overdue to a couple of low-ranking villains attempting to rob a bank. It had been an easy win for Hawks, he was in and out of there long before his sidekicks had even gotten there, but the villains had caused a lot of unnecessary damage to the building, so there was a ridiculous amount of paperwork.

You couldn’t wait to get home and change out of your stuffy work clothes and into the comfiest pair of PJs you owned. Your roommate, always a sweetheart, had been kind enough to save you some leftovers from her dinner so all you had to do was warm it up, eat, shower, and crash on your bed.

Whilst you were getting ready to head home, your boss had decided that it was only fair to walk you home, seeing as it was late. You had insisted that he didn’t need to do that, even showing him the can of pepper spray you carried around your person at all times. Still, he’d insisted, and who were you to say no?

The winged hero had originally offered to fly you home, but you’d profusely told him it wasn’t necessary. So, the two of you ended up taking the train. The two of you got a couple of weird stares from your fellow passengers, seeing as the flying hero was taking a train instead of y’know… flying and his wings took a significantly large part of the seat the two of you were occupying (it seemed uncomfortable but he didn’t mention it). Hawks seemed to either not notice or not care, opting instead to have an animated conversation with you about the best fried chicken places in Fukuoka. It was mostly him talking, but you’d add to the conversation every once in a while, and sometimes people would interrupt and ask for an autograph, which he’d sign with a carefree smile on his face.

“You don’t have to walk me home, sir,” you told him after the two of you had exited the station closest to your apartment.

“What kind of hero would I be if I let a civilian walk alone across the dark streets of Japan?” He asked you, tone light and teasing. “Also, didn’t I tell you to call me Hawks? Sir makes me feel old.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his words, turning to the left towards your apartment. You’d get there soon and a small part of you wanted to keep the banter going for as long as possible.

“I don’t think that would be very professional of me, sir,” you said playfully. He laughed and the two of you settled into a comfortable silence while you walked.

After a moment, he shoved his hands into his coat pockets and he spoke up, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, how exactly does your quirk work?”

“Oh well, y’know, it changes color depending on my mood, so red means I’m angry, blue can mean I’m sad or calm, pink means I’m flustered or embarrassed, purple means I’m scared, etc.”

“So your hair went pink the first time we met because you were starstruck by my devilishly good looks?” He asked in a faux haughty tone. “Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.”

The asshole remembered your first encounter.

Your hair turned pink and you celebrated inwardly as you approached your apartment. As you opened the glass door to the complex, Hawks laughed at your hurry.

“Good night,” you stated, tone indignant at his laughter, as you made your way inside.”

“‘Night, Pinky.”

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Event No. 3

Working for the red-winged hero himself was both everything you were expecting it to be and completely the opposite of it at the same time.

The hours were crazy, something you were anticipating considering villain activity had been increasing and your boss was a busy public figure. What you were certainly not anticipating, however, was that Hawks would be such a teasing little shit.

Not only had the man remembered your first encounter, but after you had explained your quirk to him (he’d asked you about it despite it being in the agency’s records since you had applied for the position, you guessed he’d done it as a way to break the ice) he’d taken it upon himself to fluster you to get your hair to go that embarrassingly bright shade of pink.

He’d call you all sorts of nicknames ranging from pinky to songbird (your favorite was by far Pinky since it feels so personal. Not that you’d ever tell him that). He’d also gotten into the habit of trying out all sorts of ridiculous pick up lines on you. The greater majority of them were bird-related, of course. Those never really got you but they did make you laugh.

The one that probably got you the most was when he’d bring you your favorite drink or lunch from a place you’d mentioned you’d like offhandedly, saying he had just been “flying by” and remembered your conversation.

You didn’t mind his flirtatious banter in the slightest. He never crossed any boundaries and kept things professional when it came to business. It was pretty fun to see what nicknames or pickup lines he had up his sleeves.

The only downside was that you’d begun to develop a slight crush on the red-winged hero. It would never lead to anything, you were well aware of that. He was not only a famous hero who was constantly under public scrutiny, but he was also your boss.

It can’t hurt to dream though.

“What’s got you so distracted?” An all too familiar broke your very him-centric train of thought. You looked up from the paperwork you’d been blankly staring at. You’d been trying to multitask between eating and doing paperwork so you wouldn’t have to take any work home. After much insistence from your roommate, who was well aware of your crush on Your boss (she’d teasingly gifted you a pair of Hawks themed PJs on your birthday), you had finally given in and agreed to let her set you up on a date with a former schoolmate of hers.

“Nothing, just thinking about a date I have tonight,” you lied, looking up from your desk to meet those lovely honey-colored eyes you spent more hours than you’d care to admit thinking about. You scanned his body language, trying to gauge his reaction. Not that you could ever get a read on him. More often than not, it was impossible to get a read on him under the visage of carefree indifference he was so well known for. In the almost half a year you’d known him you’d never once seen the hero lose his cool or show any emotion other than the ones he wanted to portray. It was kind of unfair seeing as he could get a picture-perfect look into your thoughts and emotions just by looking at the color of your hair and here you were, left grasping at straws.

He seemed to have no outward reaction other than his shoulders tensing and his eyebrows scrunching up a bit in mild distaste. It was gone so fast you were sure you must have just imagined it.

“Pinky’s got themselves a date?” he said after a moment, a slightly forced teasing tilt to his voice. He crossed his hands and placed them on the taller part of your desk and leaned his weight on them, staring down at you with a cheeky grin.

“I guess so,” you said, fiddling with your chopsticks as you continued, “I’m kind of nervous though. I haven’t got on any dates since I started working here, I’m a little rusty.”

“How come you haven’t gone on any dates?” he asked, staring at you with an intensity you weren’t quite expecting from him. “Had a special someone in mind?”

The roots of your hair went white in surprise before you managed to school them into going back to your natural hair color. It was brief but he had surely noticed.

“I’d go on lots of dates if my boss gave me more days off,” you said, pushing past the momentary lull in the conversation and giving him a pointed look.

He let out a laugh, a real and genuine one, unlike the ones he’d let out during interviews or out in public. The thought made your face heat up. It made you feel special. Even if he didn’t see you in the same way you saw him, he at least trusted you enough to be real around you. That was enough for you.

“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about, kid, any person would be lucky to land a date with someone as beautiful as you,” He stated, looking at you with a certain emotion behind his gaze that you couldn’t quite decipher. “If your date happens to go south, just give me a call and I’ll pick you up. After all, what kind of hero would I be if I didn’t look out for my secretary?”

You looked at his retreating form, your hair as pink as bubble gum and heart threatening to beat out of your rib cage. He’d just called you beautiful. He’d also said that anyone would be lucky to date you. Did that include him? Did he like you?

“Hey Hawks,” you called out, surprising both him and yourself. Despite him telling you to just call him Hawks instead of ‘sir’, you’d stuck to calling him sir for the sake of professionality. “Thanks for the offer.”

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Event No. 4

You let out a tired sigh as you watched the number of floors go up on the tiny screen atop the doors of the elevator you were currently in.

When you had signed your contract to work at Hawks’ agency, you were aware that you would need to be accessible 24/7, however, you thought that if he did contact you at an ungodly hour, it’d be for something important, perhaps something along the lines of a press scandal or a massive villain attack that you’d need to start filing paperwork promptly so that the agency could report the casualties or cost of the destruction. You had highly doubted Hawks, Japan’s literal #2 hero would call his secretary at 3:00 a.m. in the goddamn morning and order them to bring him a bucket of fried chicken from fucking KFC.

You clearly hadn’t known the man at the time, you thought as you stared at the red and white bucket in your arms.

The elevator dinged, alerting you that you had arrived at your destination. Making your way through the hallway, you tried to figure out why your boss would be so cruel as to make you get him fast food when he had two perfectly capable wings that could take him to and from the nearest KFC faster than you ever could. You bet it’d even be warmer.

You’d need to download UberEats on his phone.

Before your fist could make contact with the door, it was swung open, surprising your half-asleep brain. Before your eyes there was a very awake looking Hawks, his eyes zeroed in on the bucket you were holding

“Hey there, chickadee,” he said in a teasing tone, resting his arm on the door frame in a very attractive manner. God, if you were just a bit more coherent and a little less sleep-deprived, your hair would be the most embarrassingly bright pink color imaginable.

Thankfully, you weren’t and you could hear your bed calling your name from across the city, so without bothering to answer, you shoved the bucket of chicken into his arms before turning around to speed your way back to your at this point cold bed.

Before you could get very far, however, Hawks had grabbed your wrist with your free hand.

“You’re not leaving already, are you?” He asked you, letting go of your wrist.

“It’s 3 in the goddamn morning, Hawks,” was your deadpan answer.

“C’mon, you wouldn’t let your poor boss eat all alone would you,” you could tell his tone was meant to be light and playful but it was lacking his usual flare.

Your concern for the overgrown pigeon won out, and with a defeated sigh, you walked into his apartment, Hawks trailing behind you, visibly pleased that you stayed.

Despite all your time working for Hawks, you’d never actually been inside of his apartment. You had come here several times before to drop off documents he needed to sign or a new schedule (because the Hero Commission apparently couldn’t send emails directly to him) but you had always left the things at his building's front desk.

Hawks’ apartment was… emptier than you had expected it to be. It was nice, the furniture was obviously high quality, not that it was surprising considering he was a high ranking hero, but it lacked a personal touch. It had no pictures or knick-knacks in sight. It felt more like a house instead of an actual home.

“So, how’d your date go?” Hawks inquired once the two of you settled in his living room, him on the couch and you in the armchair next to it. He picked up a piece of chicken, offering it to you. However, it was far too early to even think about consuming food, so you politely declined.

“It was fine. He was nice,” you answered.

To be honest the date had gone well. He’d been nice, a complete gentleman. He’d taken you to a nice restaurant, he was great in conversation, he’d even walked you home but at the end of the night, the two of you had agreed that there was just no chemistry between the two of you whatsoever. You had decided to just stay friends.

“There won’t be a second one, though,” you added after a beat of silence.

“Good,” your eyes widened at his words and suddenly you had an epiphany.

Hawks had been jealous. He was jealous because he liked you. That’s why he had asked you to come here.

Before you could voice your thoughts, he spoke again, a sly smirk on his face, “By the way, I love your pajamas. I wasn’t aware you were such a fan.”

Your hair turned pink, as it often did whenever Hawks was around when you looked down at your clothes. In your haste to get Hawks his food so you could go back to bed, you had forgone changing clothes. You hadn’t realized you were wearing the Hawks themed PJs your roommate had gotten you as a gag gift. They were mustard-colored with lots of cute red feathers and tiny Hawks chibi heads scattered around the fabric.

He would never let you live this down.

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Event No. 5

Following the KFC event, the two of you hadn’t spoken about the situation further. At this point, you were well aware of his feelings for you, and you hadn’t exactly been subtle about liking him. The two of you just hadn’t spoken about it. You weren’t official but there was an unspoken rule that neither of you would go on dates with other people.

You were fine with it. Really, you were.

Except that you were definitely not okay with it and you were very much upset that he had just answered that he was single when the lady that had interviewed him had asked him if he was seeing anyone.

Rationally, you understood why he said no. You weren’t official and saying yes would just throw the media into a frenzy while they speculated who he was seeing. You remember how crazy everyone went a couple of months ago when pictures of Mirko and Hawks in their street clothes hanging out started circulating on Twitter. They were trending for weeks, and you had had to answer call after call, explaining that no, they are not dating and no, they don’t have time to go on the 8:00 a.m. news to answer questions about what it was like to date as pro heroes.

On the other hand, you were tired of dancing around each other. You were aware that dating a pro hero would come with hectic schedules and even some danger, but you didn’t care.

“So I was thinking you could come over and we can watch that hero documentary you told me to watch- hey are you mad at me?” Hawks asked, brows furrowed as in confusion.

“No, I’m not angry at you,” you answered, putting your stuff away and heading to the agency’s doors. You were more than ready to go back to your apartment and there was a pint of your favorite ice cream waiting for you in the freezer with your name on it.

“You totally are,” he scoffed, following after you.

“No, I'm not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I am not.”

“Yes, you are.” Your overgrown pigeon of a boss insisted, mimicking your tone, “If you’re not angry then why is your hair red?”

With a sigh, you spoke, failing to hide the snarky tone to your voice “So what if I am angry? Why do you care? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.” You walked out onto the sidewalk.

“Oh, that’s what you're upset about?” He asked, realization dawning upon his features. When you didn’t answer he kept talking, “You of all people know why I didn’t say anything.”

“I know. It’s just- nothing, never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You told him, looking away with a defeated sigh.

You were about to walk away before he stopped you by placing his glove cladded hand  

“At least let me take you home,” it wasn’t much of a question, but you nodded anyways.

All of a sudden, you let out a shrill scream when he picked you up bridal style, hands instinctively clasping on to his coat to assure you wouldn’t fall.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you home,” he explained as if it were obvious. Before you had a chance to argue he set off into the sky.

You couldn’t hear anything but the wind in your ears and his heartbeat, but you finally understood why he loved flying so much. Exhilarating was the only word you could use to describe it. And cold. It was also really cold. You understood why he walked around with such a heavy coat now. You snuggled more into him, trying to get some more warmth, which caused Hawks to tighten his hold on you. The affectionate gesture alone had your hair going a shade of pink.

You got to your apartment building much faster than you ever would by taking the train, something that you regretted a bit since it meant he’d let go of you.

“Look, Hawks,” you started, “maybe we should-“

“Keigo,” he said, effectively cutting you off,

“W-what?” You spluttered, caught off guard.

“I want you to call me Keigo,” he said with a sense of finality, looking into your eyes with an emotion you couldn’t quite read, or at least one that you were just choosing to ignore. It’d just make what you were about to suggest harder.

“Look, Hawks,” you started, opening the door that led to the stairs, “I really like you, hell, maybe even more than that, and I want to be with you but I don’t want to be whatever we are right now forever.”

Ignoring the way his wings physically dropped at your words, you closed the door behind you and headed to your apartment.

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Event No. 1

Once you got home, you immediately stripped out of your work clothes and into your Hawks-themed pajamas (because they're the comfiest, not because they remind you of him, obviously) and you’d taken out your ice cream and went to town on it. Your roommate had noticed the dark blue that had taken over your hair but you’d brushed her off, saying it was nothing to worry about. She’d been doubtful, but she had a night shift so she left, but not before making you promise to call her if you needed to.

You’d spent the rest of the evening eating your ice cream and watching tv before deciding to get some sleep so you would feel at least a little less sorry for yourself tomorrow.

You were currently in your room, scrolling through your phone on your bed before calling it a day when you started to hear a tapping sound. You’d ruled it out to be some tree branch knocking against your window due to the wind. However, the longer you ignored it the more incessant it became.

You nearly fell out of your bed when you realized it was Hawks, your boss, the #2 pro hero of Japan, tapping on your window while squatting on your fire escape.

You got up, heading towards your window and unlocking it before pushing it up.  You helped him in before sitting down on the bed and motioning for him to do the same. An awkward silence filled the air, neither of you was quite sure of what you should say.

“Hawks, what are-“ you started before being cut off by him.

“Look, Pinky, I love you so much it scares the shit out of me,” he declared. Your hair went the brightest shade of pink it had ever been at his words.

He played with the embroidered design of the throw blanket you kept in your bed. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the red-winged hero so vulnerable in all your time knowing him.

“But there’s a lot of crap that comes with my job and I could never forgive myself if I brought you into it and you got hurt. So-“ before he could finish speaking, you grabbed onto his coat’s collar with both of your hands and crashed your lips against his.

You’d waited almost an entire year for this. One thing was for certain, it was well worth the wait. You loved every single thing about him. And he loved you. That was all you needed.

After a beat, you pulled away, choosing instead to cup his cheek in an adoring manner. The two of you looked at each other with nothing short of pure unadulterated adoration.

“I love you Keigo,” you spoke his name for the first time, “as long as you’re by my side I don’t care about what happens.”

His reaction was, for lack of a better word, cute. His honey eyes were wide in shock, his face as red as his wings, and his aforementioned wings were puffed up in shock. Now you understood why he loved teasing you so much.

“So, do you wanna watch the documentary?” You asked him, walking out of your room and into the living room with a victorious smirk.

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[imgoingtohellsofuckit]

But Baby Bird

Cheating!Hawks x Reader 

Warning - Cheating! Toxic ass behavior. 

Summary - You catch Hawks cheating on you - and you decide to take him down a peg

Apparently cheating Hawks is a trend right now? And like I’m down... But in my way. Also listen to the glee version of Bust your windows and it 100% fueled this.

Today was a normal day for you. You got off at work, went to pick up something for dinner, and headed home for the night. Work had been stressful. All the heroes at your agency seemed to need a hundred things. And running the behind the scenes of the agency was already hard enough. So you were longing to be home. In the arms of your fiancé. He’s always great with helping you recover from a bad day. 

As you walk into the penthouse you notice a distinct lack of Hawks. Normally he greats you at the door- a drink and hand and a sweet kiss. However he was no where to be found. You don’t think too much on it. You’ve been at the office extra late the last couple weeks and with his hero work you know it brings natural conflicts in your schedules. However the pros boots at the door reveal he’s here. Still he could be asleep. He is one for laying around in his free time. 

“Hawks baby?” You call “I’ve got us dinner.” 

He doesn’t reply. You roll your eyes setting down the takeout bag on the kitchen counter. Starting to set it up. Knowing he’d be grateful to wake up to the meal. You move to grab some paper towels only to catch site of two wineglasses in the sink.

“The fact he can’t just reuse a dish-” You groan lightly.

“Baby bird-” You hear a distant groan. You move looking down the hall to the bedroom. “Oh Baby Bird.”

“He couldn’t fucking wait for me,” You growl, “what a tool.” You move marching towards the bedroom. Clearly annoyed that your boyfriend started with out you. ”Hawks I’m sure I’m better than your hand-”

The scene in front of you isn’t that of catching your partner jerking it off... No instead it’s Hawks balls deep in on of the interns from his agency.

“No fucking way,” You say harshly. Hawk looks over at you. Eyes wide. Guilt filling his expression.

“Love Bird-” Hawks start pulling away from the girl. The intern moving to grab the blankets from your bed to cover herself. Hawks standing and pulling his boxers from the ground as you stared at the scene. 

The emotions flooding over you weren’t deafening. The anger. The sadness. The helplessness. The shock. All blending into an overwhelming mess. You just walked in on your fiancé fucking his intern. The man everyone warned you about proving their point. 

For a moment you don’t do anything. Then you just start to laugh.

“This isn’t- let me jus explain.”

“Explain what?” You ask him laughing lightly, “that you’re fucking some bimbo from your office?”

“Y/n-”

“Fuck off Keigo,” You say harshly, “I’m done. I hope you and your little slut over there have fun...” 

“Babe-” 

You pull away harshly. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” You spit back. 

You left. Wanting to be anywhere but there. So you ended up over at Rumi’s. Your friend giving you the usual break up kit. The pajama, ice cream. The whole nine yards. She tried to cheer you up as you sobbed. You wanted to understand why the hell he’d do that. Why he’d risk your relationship of 4 years all for a girl who’s barely legal. You wonder how long he’s been letting this happen? If she’s the only girl?

“Fuck Keigo,” Rumi says harshly.

“I tried that- didn’t work out so well in the end,” You say slightly amused. She laughs lightly.

“That’s the spirit babe,” She says, “he sucks- but he’s a learning exprience. Now you can go find a guy who treats you right-”

“Or I can burn his apartment down,” You say harshly.

“That’s an option,” She says, “I’m sure you’re dad will love that one. Mr. Hero Commission watching his sweet daughter burn her fiancé’s house to the ground.”

“You think he’d let that get out?” You ask her slightly amused, “man would have that covered up in a heart beat.”

“Well as much as I love the arson- let’s think smaller,” Rumi says, “like moving on... Show him what he lost.... And he lost the hottest bitch he’ll ever see.” You chuckle through the light tears. Moving to wipe them away. “Now no tears- pretty bitches down cry over fuck boys.” I laugh lightly. “Step one to cheering up is get under some hot guy- how’s Zawa sounding?”

“As much as I’d love to tread that wave of daddy issues- I can’t even think about that right now,” You say sadly, “Hawks and I were supposed to get married! I spent our entire relationship defending him from people telling me it would end up this way. I feel stupid.”

“That’s not your fault,” Rumi says, “you love him... Besides you aren’t the only girl who’s ever gotten hurt this way... Heroes fucking suck. Whores... All of them. They’ll stick it in anything that has a pulse- and even that’s not stopping them sometimes.”

“Ew,” You chuckle sadly. She starts to laugh. 

“Bird man sucks- and you deserve so much more,” She tells you, “I promise you that this will only bring you closer to the guy who’s gonna treat you right.”

“Thanks Rumi,” You tell her. She moves pulling you into a hug.

“Any time song bird,” She says. When she pulls back she gives you a firm look. “Now go to bed- we’ve got moving out to do tomorrow.”

“Fine,” You tell her. 

You try to head to sleep. You really do. But you barely get a wink when the sun starts shining through the large windows in Rumi’s living room. Outside you can hear birds chirping. The sound fills you to your core with anger. Stupid birds... Stupid Hawks. You toss a shoe at the window. The birds immediately flee. 

“I know the man with wings fuck you over but don’t take it out on the birds,” Rumi says chuckling lightly. You look back to see her in the kitchen. She’s in her hero costume. Her bunny ears standing tall. “Morning song bird.”

“Ew” You groan, “I don’t want to hear that nickname ever again.”

“Oh come on I called you that before he who shall not be named ever did,” Rumi says, “your mother gave you that nickname. Don’t let him ruin it.”

“Too late,” You say as you stand from the couch. Moving over to grab a cup of coffee. Rumi rolls her eyes lightly at your comment. “I’m going to get my stuff- you still gonna be able to do that?”

“Sorry Y/n I got called in for patrols if you wanna wait here-”

“No I’m gonna go get a head start,” You tell her, “It’ll go faster that way anyways. You got any boxes?”

“No but Aizawa does- and he’s meeting us at yours to help move your stuff,” She says, “I’m giving you another chance to fuck him.” You roll your eyes roughly. “Come on! He’s hot- and before Hawks you would of killed to get under that man.”

“There was a lot I’d do pre hawks - but a lot of thats changed,” You tell her, “so I guess I’ll meet you there?” 

She heads out for work. And you go through the basics of getting ready. You had called your boss to tell them you needed the day for a family emergency. This was kinda a emergency. Honestly you just couldn’t handle needing to run around for everyone else after all of that.

The penthouse isn’t too far from Rumi’s house. It’s a ten minute taxi ride. You stand out in front of the door for a minute. Anger slowly filling you as your mind replays the events of last night. You shove it away and finally open the door. The light of the morning reveals what you didn’t notice last night. Napkins with lipstick on the table. A few spare feathers on the couch. Small signs of the build up. You scoff loudly. Marching back to your room. You’re thankful that the intern isn’t there. Even more thankful Hawks isn’t. You start in the closet first. Grabbing your clothes in armfuls and tossing them onto the floor of the bedroom. Next you move to the dresser. Pulling the drawers out to dump your belongings out. You can hear the soft moans fill your ears on repeat. Keigo calling her baby bird. Something he’s called you a million times. You growl lightly. Trying to focus on getting your things. As your grabbing the picture of you and your late mother you notice a picture of you and Keigo the night he proposed. You were so happy. He promised it would be you two for the rest of you life. You move grabbing the frame. You don’t even know why. But it doesn’t stay in your hands long. In a split second your slamming it against the wall. Then you move tossing the other ones of you and Keigo on the floor. Glass is everywhere. You don’t care. You rip the frames off the wall letting them smash as well. 

You calm down a bit. Moving to the bathroom to grab your stuff. However you catch yourself in the reflection. Smirking lightly as you catch the tube of lipstick on the counter. You uncap it and lean forward. Writing the word ‘Cheater’ across the glass in large red letters. Satisfied you toss the lipstick in your makeup bag then grab it to move it with the rest of your stuff. Next you move into the office. More pictures in frames around the room. You pull the down tossing them at the wall. Not caring about the scattering glass or the memories your destroying. You grab one of the markers from your desk to keep up with the redecoration. Scribbling ‘Whore’ ‘Player’ and other insults across the wall. You don’t care about what your doing. All you care about is the inconvence he’ll have cleaning this all up. 

You move dragging the marker along the walls as you head out to the kitchen. Opening the shelves to toss plates and bowls on the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

You turn to see Keigo. He seems to be just walking in. He’s got his costume on. You smirk lightly as you drop a stack of plates on the ground. “Oops.”

“Y/n what the hell?!”

“You don’t like the redecoration? That’s a shame,” You say.

“Are you still mad?” 

You don’t answer. Instead you let the teapot you toss at his head answer for you. He barely ducks it.

“Listen what happened-”

You move throwing a mug at him. He steps out of the way and it smacks the floor behind him.

“It was an accident.”

“You accidentally fucked her?” You ask harshly, “oh that’s the dumbest excuse I’ve ever fucking heard.”

“I meant it was a mistake- I messed up.”

“Oh shut the fuck up Keigo,” You growl, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

“We need to talk about this- like adults not throw a tantrum!”

You angrily toss the toaster at him. He smacks it away from him. 

“You’re acting like a child!”

“You cheated on me!” You shout, “don’t give me that acting like a child shit.”

“I’m trying to talk to you and you’re throwing shit- so yeah you’re acting like a child,” He shouts back.

“Fine Keigo - what’s you’re excuse?” You ask him, “what lead you to this mistake?”

“You’re never around and I felt so alone-”

You don’t let him finish. You’re tossing the silverware drawer at him.

“You’re blaming you fucking your intern on me!” You scream, “oh my fucking god! You’re a joke.”

“Let me explain-”

“I- don’t- want- to - hear - it!” You scream in between tossing wine glasses at him. You’ve made a terrible mess of your kitchen. You couldn’t care less though. All you can think about is Keigo standing in front of you trying to blame him cheating all on you.  

“Stop throwing shit!”

“Keep your dick in your pants!” You scream back.

“Did this little tantrum make you feel better?”

“No!” You scream, “you broke my heart Keigo! You cheated on me! I can’t believe you don’t understand why I’m so upset-”

“I’m trying to explain-”

“You’re trying to blame me!”

“Just let me talk!”

“No!” I scream, “I don’t care! I don’t want to hear your stupid reason!”

“Baby bird I love you-”

“HOW DARE YOU CALM ME WHAT YOU CALLED HER!” I scream on the top of my lungs. Anger radiating off of me. “You stupid- fucking- asshole!” More of the kitchenware goes flying. He’s dodging them. Mumbling explanations. You stop. Laughing lightly. He watches you clearly confused. You grab the lamp from the table and toss it straight into the middle of the TV.

“Babe oh my god!”

“Shut the fuck up! I’m done! I’m done letting you walk all over me! Defending you when you clearly don’t deserve it! And I’m done trying to love you when you clearly don’t love me!”

You yank the ring off your finger and toss it at him.

“We’re done.” I say firmly. He looks at me. Tears starting to well in his eyes. Suddenly the anger fades. You just felt numb. Over it all.

“Hey Y/n- Oh my god.” 

You see Rumi and Shota at the door. Looking over the disaster of an apartment. Concern covering their faces.

“Are you okay?” Shota asks, “did he hurt you?”

You chuckle lightly.

“You think he did this?” You ask him, “I’m fine- Let’s get my shit and go... I don’t want to be here for another second.” You move past Hawks over to your friends. 

“But Baby Bird,” Hawks says lightly. You look back to the man. 

“Maybe next time you’ll think before you cheat-” You tell him, “see ya Bird Man.”

[tennessoui]

Hey so I was rewatching birds of prey, as you do while procrastinating, and I’m like obsessed with the scene where Black Mask sees Dinah fight, and I really want to write a fic where Anakin is a singer at Mobi-wan’s club, and Obi-Wan considers Anakin his in the way he considers all of his employees his some way or another, and Anakin is pretty and Obi definitely enjoys his voice, but then one night Cody gets attacked and Anakin just bears the guy bloody, licks the blood off his split knuckles and Obi-wan is like *fanning himself* oh I’m keeping him forever, he’s mine, mine now, who knew the little song bird had it in him but Anakin doesn’t actually know who *Obi-Wan* is beyond his boss because let’s be real this boy is head empty, no thoughts, only Ashoka, fighting and school on the brain, an unhinged himbo if you will, and I’m definitely very much inspired by Pretty Bird and the Mob Boss (it’s currently my favorite series!! I’m obsessed with your writing and obikin dynamics), so a lot of it would definitely be in a similar vein, a fic of a fic if you will, and I wanted to know if you would be okay with me writing? It’s totally okay if you aren’t! I’d credit you, of course but I wanted to see if you’d be okay with it first before I do anything since I can’t claim in the slightest that you did not spark me rewatching birds of prey or the idea of this au!

Hey! So I think the line is really tricky for me as the author to walk because, to be very fair and very honest, yep, Pretty Bird and the Mob Boss is absolutely taken from Birds of Prey and specifically many facets of Ewan Mcgregor's role there. And there are things I didn't include or change in order to make it feel like my own (Anakin isn't a singer, Obi-Wan isn't Black Mask level of unhinged, etc etc). It informed me in the setting of the club, the suit Obi-Wan wears in the first fic, etc etc but I think it's, you, know, it's still very different.

I absolutely do not own Birds of Prey or that fight scene you're talking about inspiring you! (And obviously, since it's fanfic, I don't own any of it lol)

But I think, the other side of that line is....I think you'd have a much more interesting and fun time of it if you stepped more outside of the Mobi-Wan verse. My mob fic is absolutely not the only way to write a mob fic. It's not even the only way to write a Birds of Prey fic. It's probably just something you've read a lot and interacted with a lot (and thank you for that!!! i'm so glad you liked it!!!) but it's absolutely not even like the best way to tell a story!!

Why does Cody have to be in the mob (and i'm assuming Obi-Wan's right hand)? Why does Ahsoka have to be Anakin's sister? Why does he have to even be in school? Why does he have to be an unhinged, bloodthirsty himbo? These aren't things I feel comfortable telling you not to include, because I don't own them and they're all popular tropes, but I think you could write a brilliant mob fic where Obi-Wan sees Anakin fighting from the window, and Anakin seems to know that eyes are on him so he turns and waves in a idk sultry manner and it makes Obi-Wan intrigued at his backstory. Anakin could have the twins to take care of instead of Ahsoka. Anakin could be hard to get, Anakin could be sometimes working for other clubs, Anakin could be approached by a detective and offered a lot of money to spy on Obi-Wan. If he takes the deal, there could be a story there about giving up his honor because he can't give up Obi-Wan by the time he's gotten close to him. Or if he doesn't take the deal, there could be a story there where he goes to Obi-Wan immediately to tell him and Obi-Wan rewards him with a higher position in the mob or something.

I think, bottom line is. You can do better than Pretty Bird. That story, as much as I love it to death, is already told. I would love to see you do something with the same characters in the same sort of setting, with a gentle reminder that nothing is actually pinned down or set in place. Don't put Cody in at all. Use the Jedi as members of the mob instead. Involve detectives.

The Birds of Prey movie is a big production and part of a huge universe, the same as Star Wars. There's going to be more crossover than the iterations of the characters that are Mobi-Wan and Pretty Bird, and I think it would be much more fun for me at least to see what else someone has done with the similar concepts!

[alderaani]

Embers

summary: After Umbara, Boil learns how to endure, and how to reclaim pieces of his brothers marching on | AO3 | series

warnings: canonical character death, grief, animal injury + mentions of animal death (completely not explicit, on the level of canon-typical violence).

a/n: finally another part of my 100 clone prompts - the rest of the series is linked above! i know there’s not much in canon to support Waxer being an animal lover, but i wanted to give Gree a friend to nerd out with and it’s cute. also gotta pay homage to @nibeul’s wonderful art here - while I wasn’t consciously inspired by it, it hits on v similar themes and is just beautiful like...that image of waxer holding up numa lives in my head rent free.

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Insects swirled in a halo around his helmet. They swarmed around the seams of his blacks, too, attracted to the small beads of sweat there, to the tiny strips of flesh he couldn’t quite cover. The rising bites itched, rubbing where the edge of his vambraces met fabric, and the buzzing was enough to drive a man mad. Boil sighed, brushing them off half-heartedly and watching them billow angrily away. They’d be back. They always were.

In the reprieve, he fumbled at his belt for the viewfinders hooked there and brought them to his visor. As he spun the dial to within half a klik so that he could search the undergrowth, his thumb settled in the comforting groove where Waxer had dropped them and chipped the plastoid. He worried at it with his nail while he scanned, frowning.

It was too still.

Too quiet.

Had been in his head for weeks now, verging on a month, and he was still waiting to feel something other than crippling emptiness. There weren’t any dreams any more, none except for the oldest one they all pretended not to have; levelling a blaster against Kenobi’s head and pulling the trigger. Even that didn’t feel like the nightmare it used to.

Eventually he lowered the viewfinder, feeling the hair stand up on the back of his neck at the stifled sound of his own breath in the dense air. A faint, humid breeze stirred the leaves, sending a cloud of thick yellow pollen up towards the canopy. Boil blinked to bring up the filter diagnostic on his HUD, keeping his belly low to the ground to avoid the stuff as it drifted lazily overhead.

“Kid, you doin’ alright out there?”

He listened to the static hum of the comm line for a few moments, biting back the panic that crawled up the back of his throat when it dragged on just a beat too long.

“Apart from gettin’ gnawed on by the bugs? Just grand, Sir.”

Potshot sounded a little winded, but that was probably just the heat. Blacks self-regulated temperature, but only to the extent that they made sure you sweated evenly. It never used to be quite so bad; that had been the one thing Phase 1 armour had going for it, for all it was bulkier and less adaptable to varied terrain. He supposed the Republic had had to cut costs somewhere. Waxer would’ve been whining by now that his ass was so hot they could light a flare off it. Potshot was young enough that he’d never known any different.

“Good, you see anything?” Boil grunted, pinging his location anyway. There was no real reason for it; Potshot might’ve still been green but he wasn’t stupid, and he’d done well to keep up so far. Boil could stand being self aware enough to acknowledge that he hadn’t been the most welcoming, or the most patient with the new partner he’d never wanted. He wouldn’t have had any right to be overbearing now, but it was for his own comfort, however small and bittersweet.

“Nothin’ at all. That seem odd to you too?” Potshot said, as the surveillance holos he’d taken popped up. Boil flipped through them, earmarking a couple to show him how to improve the angle later. The important shit was all there - enough to confirm what he’d already suspected. No birds, no creatures, no fresh droppings.

Just the bugs, and the trees, and them.

“Yeah, it’s odd alright. Think we’ve found what the general’s looking for.”

Boil felt pressure around his right boot and turned, vibroblade in hand, to stab into the fleshy vine knotting round it. It writhed and retreated, leaving behind pitted, smoking trails where acid had started eating into the plastoid. He registered the damage with a dull sort of annoyance. It was something else to take care of later, a way to look busy and shape the silence. It would fend off the others and their offers of company, made out of pity he couldn’t bear to look at.

“Really? What’re you seein’, boss?” Potshot asked.

Boil glanced upwards to track the position of the sun; high, almost directly overhead. At the peak of the day this place should have been teeming. Instead the only tracks he’d found had been baked solid, and this wasn’t the shocked quiet that followed a stampede. It was stagnant, aging.

“This forest is in the centre of an old super-volcanic crater, right?” he asked, not waiting for a response. It had been in the mission dossier, alongside profiles of the flesh eating plants, the deadly pollen and the venomous creatures, all of it fenced into the sloped, unforgiving bowl of the terrain. It was the kind of forest that stuck in the mind. “And we know that something has driven the wildlife away.”

Potshot hummed, the comm muffling for a second as he shifted. It took a moment of bitter disappointment coiling in Boil’s belly for him to realise that he’d been waiting for a sharp quip that wasn’t coming. He swallowed thickly, wondering how it was possible to feel so wrongfooted while lying down. If he’d ever find his balance again. If he ever wanted to feel whole now that such a fundamental piece was missing.

Potshot groaned suddenly. “Kriff it, the factories we’re looking for are underground, aren’t they?”

Boil forced a chuckle, choking past the self hatred clawing up through his lungs. The kid deserved better, deserved a superior who didn’t constantly treat him like a ghost.

“That’s it, kid. Just like the simulations, eh?”

Potshot laughed, the easy sound making Boil’s throat seize in longing so strong his teeth ached. Waxer would’ve loved him, and that made it all the worse.

“Hardly. What do we do next?”

“Alright,” Boil said, lifting the viewfinder for one last look at where he could see slight fog rising through the trees. “You get your ass back to forward command and debrief the General, I’m heading in for a closer look.”

“ What? But - Sir! We’re supposed to be working as a team. I can’t leave you -”

“Sometimes working as a team means you do your duty and trust the others to do theirs.” He cut in, keeping his voice steady by force of will. Sometimes, it meant carrying on alone. Boil clipped the viewfinder back into place and prepared to move, even as Potshot continued protesting. Boil didn’t answer for long enough that silence fell on the line.

“...am I not performing to the standard expected, Sir?”

Potshot’s voice was soft, all vulnerable underbelly. Still so shiny, and Boil remembered feeling like that, like there was still a scorecard constantly on his forehead.

“No - kid -” Boil sighed, dropping his head forward. He’d never learned how to be gentle - it hadn’t ever come naturally, and there had been no reason to lose his sharp edges when Waxer had always been there to foil them for him. He felt sharper now than ever, full of shards that didn’t sit right, and fished among the pieces for something his brother might have said. “I trust you to have my back. You’re doing everything right. But...sometimes we’ve gotta think of the mission. We need more proof before we can move in, but the two of us get caught, command loses what we already know.”

“Can’t we just send a comm?” Potshot asked, his voice still tight and hurt sounding and he was fucking this up, shouldn’t have been trusted to try to fix himself without breaking everyone else wide open in the process.

“Don’t trust it not to get intercepted,” Boil said, which was only half a lie, and would have made Cody scoff at the back to front over-caution. “And it don’t all fit in a comm. They’ll need everything you can remember to plan the advance.”

Potshot sighed, but when he spoke again his voice was looser. “...Yes, Sir. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t,” Boil said, feeling his own chest lighten. “If you don’t hear from me by 1100 then raise me on the priority channel.”

He listened until Potshot had stated a reluctant affirmative and clicked off the line, then bellied out of the undergrowth and headed further in, to the epicentre of the unnatural quiet. He liked the way his mind went silent on recon, how everything else fell away. It wasn’t quite the same, tilted just a little off axis, but similar enough to when it had been Waxer at his six that if he didn’t think about it, he could almost trick himself into believing nothing had changed.

Plus, the space was good, just for a few minutes, where he didn't have to pretend for anyone.

It was a quiet journey, for the most part, punctuated only by the steps he couldn’t quite muffle. His thoughts were broken some time later when he suddenly heard it; the distant mechanical boom of something deep underground. He quickened his pace, following the vibrations until the earth under his feet grew hot, the air shimmering unnaturally in front of him. It had been like this at Point Rain, when the sand baked and glinted, glass-like, under the blaze of the overhead sun. If he hadn’t known the super-volcano was very thoroughly extinct, he could have kidded himself that it was just the geothermal energy of magma moving close to the surface. A clever disguise. But not clever enough.

The ground sloped ever downwards the further into the bowl he got. He watched where he placed his feet as it grew rockier, stones and small craters acting like pitfall traps concealed by the moss. Boil pinged his scanner every minute, searching for Seppie probes as the terrain tapered, falling away into a green-rimmed yawning abyss. Set into the centre of it was a huge grate, the source of the searing air. Here were the factories they’d been looking for, exactly where he’d suspected. It was a muted sort of satisfaction.

He crouched at the edge of the drop, taking holos and transmitting them directly to the Commander’s HUD. Then he checked his chrono and sent an unapologetic follow up that he’d be late to rendezvous, seeing that 1100 was about to come and go. Then he minimised the comms on his HUD to flash for priority only; he’d get bollocked for being late sooner or later, but he figured it would be novel to have it fully in person.

Finally he turned, ready to start the rapid scale back towards the 212th's forward camp, when he registered a low, keening whine.

His blaster was in his hands within a moment, trained at the knee-high leaves. The sound came again, higher this time, followed by laboured panting.

He gently brushed aside some of the foliage with his blaster barrel. Dark eyes stared at him from between the leaves. They both froze. It was some sort of animal, obviously; a mammal, probably a predator. It was small too, with paws too large for its scrawny body and a dark, downy fur that rippled with every laboured breath.

Sharp teeth. A narrow muzzle. A long, whip-like tail.

A vornskr, Boil thought, and hated how readily the identification came, how readily he tensed in anticipation of the inevitable Boil can you see - do you know how rare -

He shook the memories away, of Waxer leaning precariously over the top bunk to wave some manual Commander Gree had sent him in his face, bleating about some animal or species that Boil couldn’t pronounce. In the present the vornskr pup cowered away from him, pushing backwards on thin, spindly legs. Deceptively powerful though, he’d bet.

The creature let out another whine and stumbled, an odd abortive movement. Boil pressed more of the leaves away to get a better look and swore when he saw the brutal metal trap closed around one of its small hind legs, paring down to bone. His blaster was up and trained on the thing before he thought much about it. Better to shoot it, put it out of its misery, than prolong its suffering. It was what they did as part of the cleanup sometimes; wildlife was usually pretty good at getting out of the active battlefronts, but there were always stragglers. The too old or the too young, mostly.

Creatures like this one.

The vornskr stilled, staring at him with those big, wide eyes as if it knew exactly what he was thinking. Boil swallowed. Waxer wouldn’t have let him shoot it. Waxer also wasn’t here now to stop him, but Boil felt his arm lower all the same, just a few inches before he pulled the trigger. The vornskr yelped as the trap hinges came apart in two neat halves and immediately tried to run. It didn’t get very far before it collapsed, panting again.

Boil sighed and shook his head, holstering his blaster across his back.

“That was a stupid thing to do,” he tsked, shuffling closer.

He kept half an eye on the tail, remembering something about it being venomous. While being high off his ass on some unknown substance had the potential to make Cody’s dressing down more interesting, it might also kill him before he got there.

The vornskr growled as he leaned over it, baring needle sharp teeth, and made a snap at him when Boil reached out.

“Ah, give over,” he muttered, batting the attempt away. The little body was light in his hands as he lifted it, careful to let the injured leg hang out as he folded it into his chest. The vornskr made an odd, throaty sound and shifted, almost experimental. Then it huffed, and after a pause laid its head across his vambrace.

Boil rolled his eyes at the display, setting off towards forward command as soon as he was halfway sure he wasn’t in danger of losing a finger.

It was...nice, to have that little body cradled to him, reminiscent of better occasions when Waxer just had to stick his nose into every curious happening and inevitably adopted some struggling lifeform. However much Boil had complained, it had never steered them wrong.

When he got back to command it was to find Cody pacing the perimeter, Potshot perched on a crate nearby. The Commander’s bucket was under his arm. Boil winced. With Cody that was never an accident - usually so he could get the full weight of a glare in, the excavating kind he’d learned from Kenobi and then weaponised so that it pierced straight down to bone.

“Boss!” Potshot exclaimed, pushing off his seat. “You made it!”

“What time d’you call this?” Cody demanded, stalking over. “I was about to -”

Cody stopped short, gaze dropping to the furry bundle against Boil’s breastplate. Something in his expression softened and Boil felt in his heart, panicking as a lump rose in his throat.

“What’s that?” Cody asked.

Boil let his gaze slide downwards to a point far beyond, where two troopers were fighting over a tarp.

“Found it in a trap,” he said, his voice ragged. “Couldn’t - couldn’t let it die.”

He flicked his eyes back to Cody’s face and breathed through the grief and understanding he found there. Cody stepped forward and clasped Boil’s elbow.

“I’m sure Tranq will be able to do something for it.” A little upturn crept into the line of Cody’s lips. “Debrief in fifteen.”

Boil nodded and broke away, tipping his head to Potshot before clearing his throat roughly and popping his bucket off one-handed as he made his way to the medtent. The sun was warm on his face here, the air lighter. A butterfly flew lazily past and the vornskr lifted its head, tracking the motion with large, interested eyes.

Boil smiled, hoisting his bucket under one arm and daring to touch the creature's head with his freed hand. It wouldn’t ever bring Waxer back, but it meant something that this little life continued, because of the choices his brother would have made and all that he had been. Like the phantom touch of the sun still lingering in cooling earth.

It wouldn’t ever be enough. But, perhaps, it was just the right amount to cling onto.

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Hey hey! Can I get some relationship hc with Matsui Gou, Sanchoumou and Daihannya (separate)? ^^

Thank you for your hard work!

Matsui Gou, Sanchoumou, and Daihannya Relationship Headcanons (GN!Reader)

♡  Getting into a relationship with Matsui will be the hardest thing you have ever done. Matsui is a very distant guy when it comes to intimate emotions. He refuses to open up about his past and how he truly feels inside so when he starts to notice he is developing feelings for you, he will force it down with all his might.

♡  He will likely avoid you and try to find any excuse to not be around you. He does not like the idea of letting another person in. He barely opens up to Buzen with how he feels.

♡  You will have to be patient with him and reassure him a lot. You will be the one to make the first moves and confess first for him to even consider letting you in.

♡  Even after you confess, he isn't going to agree to date you right away. It will be very slowburn with him. Be patient and give him plenty of affection. He will feel unworthy of your love and feel like you deserve better than be with someone like him.

♡  It will take time for him to slowly open up to you and actually express why he is so scared to let you in. It will be in that moment he will finally drop the façade and express how much you mean to him. He may even break down in tears.

♡  "Being around you makes me feel like I deserve happiness and love when I know I don't. I have done terrible things and I will only bring you down but I can't stop my heart from wanting to hold you close and cherish you. I am selfish and the only thing I am good at is spilling blood... I have no right to be in the same room as you. Yet I long to hold your hand and give you all the love I have in my heart."

♡  If you agree you still want to date him, he will finally agree to try. He will constantly tell you that you can leave him anytime because your happiness is the most important. Even if he is scared of you leaving.

♡  Please praise him. He may be really insecure but hearing you compliment him will bring a small smile to his face, even when he is denying the compliments. It will take a while before he is able to fully accept all your love and praise but with work he will try.

♡  He will constantly praise you though! He will brush your hair behind your ear as he compliments how attractive you are.

♡  Speaking of that! He would love to buy clothes for you, do your makeup, paint your nails, and style your hair! Anything like that and he will be so excited you asked him to do it! Pampering you is something he dreams about doing. He wants you to feel as beautiful as he sees you. All the while, giving you so many compliments.

♡  He would love to do skin care together with you. You both just relaxing with masks on and talking about small things that you both did throughout the day. He also enjoys the silence with just you both holding hands.

♡  Matsui will always touch you super gently. He is really scared of hurting you on accident. So don't be surprised if you barely feel him touch your skin at first.

♡  Speaking of skin, he will always come back from battle with blood covering him. Most times you are unsure if it's his blood or the enemies. He will not want you to touch him because he doesn't want to stain you but if you treat his wounds, don't be surprised if he hides his face from blushing.

♡  When he gets excited, his nose will bleed. So sometimes you will give him a small kiss and he won't react but then you will see blood coming down. Please try to take care of him the best you can!

♡  Matsui won't like PDA all that much because he feels unworthy being around you, but will give you the softest kisses in private.

♡  He also gets jealous rather easily but more so will feel dejected and then angry. Not at you but at the other person.

♡  Matsui will probably not open up about his past for a long time but will drop small hints about it here and there. He doesn't want you to look at him like a monster. He cares about how you see him the most.

♡  He has a really hard time expressing how much he loves you but he does. He wishes he was better at it but will still do small things to prove he loves and adores you.

♡  Sanchoumou is very affectionate to you. Even before you both start dating. He will flirt with you subtly and make you as flustered as he can.

♡  Even before dating, all the swords knew that you two were very close and no one would try to mess with you while he is around. Even when both of you go out, bypassers will assume that you two are together and listen to whatever you have to say. Sanchoumou is very intimidating.

♡  Although he is flirty, he doesn't ask you out right away. He actually puts it off for a long time. Even if both of you aren't official, it sure feels like you are.

♡  If anything, he asks you out after he get jealous over you spending more time with others than him. He is all for you having your own time and not being with him constantly! But when others are looking at you with interest? Oh no sir.

♡  He will tell you how much you mean to him and how he always wants to protect you. You are the gem to his eye and wants to see you first thing when he wakes up. You are his song. His muse. The reason he gets up in the morning.

♡  He will call you nicknames ALL the time. Don't be surprised if he never uses your actual name. "Little Bird", "My Dove", "My Song", "Diamond", "My Treasure"... To name a few.

♡  He loves PDA. Sanchoumou will pull you onto his lap all the time. He loves seeing your flustered face. He does not care what others think, as long as they know that you are his. He will kiss and carry you everywhere. He seems you reaching for something too high for you(if you are shorter than him)? Suddenly his arms are around your waist and he is lifting you up.

♡  ... Might also not let you down until you give him a small kiss.

♡  He loves holding you! Especially if you are smaller than him. Your hands and his fit perfectly together, he thinks.

♡  Sanchoumou loves cuddling with you. He will wrap his arms around you and keep you safe every night. He is super warm as well so you have a personal heater at night with him.

♡  Loves talking with you alone. Both of you in the night air with some tea and just talking about life and experiences. He will even tell you playful stories that will make you sit at the edge of your seat.

♡  As much as he likes talking, he adores your voice. You are his muse after all. He will go completely silent when you are talking. He wants to hear every word you have to say. Especially if you are talking about something personal or if you are upset. He wants to be there for you and help.

♡  He doesn't like fancy dates that much! On special occasions he will take you to a fancy restaurant to make you feel very special. He much prefers going on walks with you! Just the two of you. He will hold your hand the whole way as you both admire the nature around you.

♡  Don't be surprised if he nuzzles into your neck. He will like to hold your close with his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck. Expect kisses to follow.

♡  Norimune, Nikkou, and Nansen already listen to you but hold a lot of respect for you. Any order you give, they will follow. Norimune is still pretty much a free spirit but the rest will do anything without second questions. They are really happy you are making their boss so happy.

♡  Sanchoumou will learn about marriage and will ask you later on to marry him. Expect the wedding to be big and fancy because he wants to make sure it's something to remember for the both of you if you say yes.

♡  Daihannya is very much a gentleman, through and through. As soon as Daihannya realizes that he has actual feelings for you, he will try to court and woo you.

♡  He is very honest with how he is feeling! He will flirt with you and try to have alone time with him, even if it's just over one cup of tea.

♡  He will send you love letters and poems, expressing how much he actually loves you and how serious he is about wanting to court you. Of course, if you are uncomfortable with it or don't like him the same way, he would quickly stop and let you go.

♡  When you do tell Daihannya that you like him back, he is ecstatic. He will be smiling so much and hugging you for returning his feelings.

♡  He will still send you love letters/poems even after you two become official! He will often leave them behind when he goes on a long missions. He makes sure he writes one everyday he is suppose to be gone so you can open it up everyday and know he is thinking about you the whole time he is away. He may not be with you but his love remains there!

♡  Hand kisses are his favorite type of kisses! Other than a simple peck on the lips.

♡  Daihannya also loves slow dancing and will ask you to dance with him at night when the stars are high in the sky. If you don't know how to dance, he will teach you! Would love if you both got dressed up once and a while to slow dance together.

♡  Speaking of things he loves, artwork. He loves all types of artwork and even does art himself! He will ask you to model for him. He wants to capture your beauty as best he can! As long as you accept his offer! If not, that's okay! He will still compliment you daily on your looks.

♡  Daihannya will often try to find accessories that would match you! He will be so happy if he sees you wearing what he got you.

♡  He has somewhat long hair and wouldn't mind you playing with it! Do whatever you want and he is pleased!

♡  He doesn't mind PDA! Though he is more subtle. He won't kiss you in front of everyone to see but he will hold your hand and slow dance with you. As well as making comments like, "Isn't my lover the most magnificent being to exist?"

♡  Will take you fancy restaurants often for dates. He wants to spoil you so much!!

♡  Another date would be horseback riding with you!! He doesn’t mind if you two share a horse or ride apart, he just wants to be with you and watch you smile as you two have some time alone riding!

♡  He is there to support you with all his power. He wants to be the shoulder you can lean on and make you feel loved every moment you are with him.

♡  He is another sword that would want to marry you in the future. If your parents are still around/in the picture, he will go to them and ask for permission before asking you. He may be a little old fashioned but he wants to court you the best way he can.

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Hawks SFW Alphabet

No warnings! Just fluff! Enjoy! :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Hawks is very affectionate, he’s literally glued to you whenever he can be. If he has a day off he’ll hug you from behind while you cook randomly talking about nothing while you listen. Hawks can talk A LOT. He will also show affection by giving you some of his fallen feathers. It’s sweet. He’ll also bring you flowers and give you extra chicken occasionally. It’s a big deal for him to give you some of his chicken.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Hawks as a best friend would constantly tease you and beg you to take him out to get chicken. He’ll drag you around everywhere and talk on and on and on about random stuff. He’s just glad to have someone to talk to and listen to him. Sometimes you don’t listen to him because most times it’s nonsense, but you do listen 9/10. He’ll also fish for praises from you since you mean so much to him. Praises from you make his day. The friendship started when he noticed you eating Yakitori on a bench looking irritated. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing over here looking so gloomy?” You give the bland answer a bad day at work. He smiles. “Well the brave number two hero is here to help! You just ate your last Yakitori! Let’s go get some more!”

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He’s a cuddle-bird. On the couch? He has his arm around you and his wing holding you close and protectively. In bed? He’ll lay on his side and drape a wing over you and throw his leg over your hip and fall asleep snoring lightly towards your face. Arrive at his hero agency? Everyone who’s worked there for a long time will immediately move out of the way of Hawks while he flies down quickly and picks you up spinning you around in the air happy to see you. Those who are new, are in danger of getting ran over by the winged hero. He’ll hug you and keep you right by his side the whole time he’s working at the office.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He definitely wants to settle down with you. He’s obsessed with having little chicks and finally “mate” with you as he always says. But because of his undercover work, he knows he’s going to be away for a long time, and when he proposes he wants to spend as much time with you as he can. He can kinda cook, and uses his feathers to clean. He usually just orders delivery or take out and picks it up. You usually have to cook before he gets home so he doesn’t order fast food.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He doesn’t want to break up with you ever. You are his light. But if he had to for hero work, he would probably cry a little and tell you how much he loves you and that he’s sorry and he’ll always love you and then he’ll have to fly away because it’s too hard for him. But it’s for your own safety. And he’d rather die than let you get hurt. If you had to end it with him, it would be because he’s distracted from his hero work, and you don’t see him that often. He’ll try and persuade you otherwise and beg you to stay and promise he’ll be home more often, but that’s the problem. You don’t want to ruin his whole career for you. You smile and just say goodbye and give him one last kiss.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) if he could, he would marry you right now. If you mentioned something about settling down he’d immediately rush off to buy a ring and then act very flustered until he embarrassingly proposes to you. “Will you be my mate, dove? Forever?” How cute!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) If you’re in an upset mood, he’ll come to you and protectively wrap his wings around you to hide yourself to give you a sense of security. He will embrace you and ask you what’s wrong and just stroke your back while you cry. If you don’t wanna talk about it, he’ll respect it and cuddle you, with a few failed attempts to be special and cook for you, eventually he’ll get something right. He usually ends up burning whatever he makes. Physically? When he hugs you it’s always warm and tight.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves hugs. He’s practically on you all the time. Cooking? He’s hugging you from behind and looking over your shoulder. On the couch, arm around you and pulling you close. In bed, he can’t sleep without hugging you close to him. You love when he hugs you with his wings. It always makes you feel safe and comfortable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) All the time. He said I love you first. It actually happened as a joke. “Baby! You came to visit!” This is the part where he picks you up and hugs you in his office. “I love you so much! I love you. I knew you’d come visit me! How did you ever get so lucky to have me as your loving boyfriend?” A sheepish cheeky grin will be on his face. Cue staring at you and then pressing his lips against yours in front of everyone he works with, his interns, potential side kicks, everyone. He doesn’t care.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He gets jealous a little easily. It’s usually not super possessive, but it still gets his blood boiling. When you go to talk to some of the people at his office as a nice greeting and ask them how their day is just because you’re nice, he’ll whine and pout and mutter that you aren’t paying attention to him. Now when some hits on you, he tries to be subtle about it. If he notices he’ll fly right beside you and spin you around to give you a peck on the lips acting innocent. “Hey, dove. I figured you’d miss me so I came to see you~” he looks up almost daring the guy to say another word to you, his feathers ready to threaten him. His wings are also spread wide to assert his dominance. “Who’s this?” Hell ask without a usual cheeky curious smile. Later he’ll want extra cuddles and demand you tell him how much you love him with a pout and a whine.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He’s a very fast guy, and that means his kisses are usually quick too. When he’s late for hero work he’ll give you a quick peck and leave quickly. In the mornings when he’s got a day off though, your morning is full of soft and deep kisses. He will kiss you all over. Sometimes when you’re making breakfast, he’ll smile and kiss up your neck and shoulder. His favorite place to kiss you is your head. He finds it the most affectionate. He loves when you kiss his cheeks and chest. It makes him embarrassed. When you’re alone in bed, you’ll usually kiss his chest and rub circles into his abs with your finger. Those are his all time favorite.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) he’s very good with children. He loves to meet his fans, especially when they’re kids. He wants a little chick one day, maybe a couple, but you’re the boss when it comes to how many kids. When kids call him cool and such, he can’t help but get cocky after that, especially around other pro-heroes. He still remembers the day Endeavor made one of his fans cry because he was being nice. He felt prideful he was more popular than the pro, even though he’s a literal fanboy of the man.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) mornings with him are almost nonexistent sometimes. His hero work usually tires him out and he sleeps until about 10 or 11, so the morning is practically almost gone by then. He gets upset when you don’t wake him up, and will pout because that was precious time wasted while he was sleeping. You know he loves to sleep, and kinda underestimate his love for you. He loves food and sleep almost as much as you. You always roll your eyes and hand him a plate of pancakes or a bowl of cereal, and he instantly perks up and thanks you happily. If he does wake up on time, you’ll both go and chill on the balcony if it’s nice out with some coffee and then sit on the couch for awhile while Hawks looks through his social media bragging about his compliments and happily showing all the people who comment on photos of you and him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) usually he’ll come back from his patrols and you guys will, ahem, do some stuff, and then you’ll both lay and cuddle. Nights when you work late and he’s on patrol, he’ll come and pick you up and walk around on his patrols with you, telling you how his day was and all the things he did. Then he’ll either ditch his patrol cause it’s boring or he’s hungry and he’ll take you to get carry out from his favorite restaurant.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) hawks likes to talk, so once he’s become comfortable with you, he’s gonna let it all go at once. Of course, there are a lot of things he can’t tell you. You’re probably the only person he’s ever told his real name to, but you only do it in the comfort of your home. If he’s a bit distant, and you question him, he’ll frown and give you the look meaning he can’t tell you for your own safety, or it’s too secret and no one can know. Of course you understand, and it bothers him he can’t tell you, but when it’s over, he’ll tell you everything.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) he’s not angered easily, it actually all depends on the situation. If you’re having an argument he’ll just crack some jokes to try and get you to calm down. Soon enough if you walk away, he won’t bother you and let you cool off. If you’re over working yourself, he’ll get irritated and be a stubborn bastard and call your boss. This angers you, but it lets you know he cares. Now if someone hurt you, he’s pissed. If someone pushes you or even hits you playfully, he’s right beside you glaring at them and squeezing your arm tightly. “Hey, keep your hands to yourself. It would be horrible if I were to kick your ass right here and humiliate you.”

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) he always listens intently when you talk about yourself. He wants to know everything. Sometimes if he notices a scar he’ll ask about it and remember exactly how you got it. He doesn’t remember absolutely everything, but he tries to remember the important stuff. Sometimes he remembers too much and ends up embarrassing you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) his favorite moment with you is when you went with him to the hero billboard event where he was deemed the number two hero. He got to talk to a lot of other pros and show you off to everyone. He bragged about you all night long, and then took you to meet Endeavor. The tall man was very nice to you, and Hawks couldn’t have been any happier that his idol met the love of his life. Seeing the two most important people In his life interact filled his heart with happiness. Then, he took you home and made passionate love to you all night long.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) he’s very protective of you. When you go to work, he either sends a feather with you in your back pocket or in your purse to keep tabs on you or follows you there himself to make sure you get there ok. He protects you from potential perverts and villains if any were to arise. He wants you to protect his heart. He’s had a hard life, and is still currently living one. He has to do a lot of things he doesn’t want to, and can’t even tell you even though he wants to talk to someone about it and get it off his chest. Just letting him know you love him and that you’re there to stay is enough for him to feel safe and secure.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) he puts actual effort into anything concerning you. Sure he’s lazy when it comes to patrols and is very leisurely in general, but when it comes to you, all he wants to do is impress you and make you smile. Dates? Unexpected and loving. Anniversaries? Goes all out to make you feel special and basically posts like hundreds of pictures of you on his social media. Gifts? Always expensive and high quality, he’ll spend a lot of money on stuff you don’t need or particularly want, but it’s a way he shows love. So you always accept with a small and short scolding of how you don’t need the gifts. Daily tasks? He’s... lazy here, but if you’re exceptionally tired, he’ll clean and do some laundry for you. Get you a drink, buy you flowers, etc. most of the time though, he just accompanies you while you do the house work.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Molting his feathers and never cleaning them up. When he’s had a full set of feathers for a while, they eventually fall out and are replaced with stronger ones with a brighter color. He doesn’t shed his feathers a lot, but the four times a year he does it annoys you a bit. He plans things without checking your schedule or if you have things planned, and expects you to cancel your plans for him. If you don’t, he’ll pout and sulk for the rest of the day.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) he knows he looks good, so he’s not too worried about his appearance around you. He doesn’t care what others think of him appearance wise or anything. He’s cocky, he’s handsome, young, and popular. As long as you think he’s handsome, he’s happy.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) yes. He usually feels a bit down when you aren’t around. If he’s away on a mission he’s always thinking about you. What you’re doing, who you’re with, and how people could potentially be hitting on you. If you took a break for whatever reason, all he’d be doing is thinking what he did wrong and trying to fix it before he comes and tells you how he feels and that he’s sorry.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) hawks was once harassed by a fangirl asking for touch his butt. He laughed it off and told her his butt would burn her hand off cause it was so hot. She then offered him a piece of Yakitori and he let her get one squeeze and flew away with the chicken skewer. He snap chatted you in the air holding his favorite food and was laughing his ass off. You were jealous, and teased him about it. “You know my ass is all yours, dove. If you wanna touch, all you gotta do is reach down and- hey!” He’ll blush and get super embarrassed when you start touching his booty. You would have to explain you’re a bit jealous and then smack his ass before walking away. He’ll be happy you’re jealous and hug you telling you he’ll never do it again. A couple weeks later it happened again. “Sorry, but one booty touch for chicken is always going to be a yes.” He’s always prepared for you to grope him when he gets home for free. “Don’t worry dove, no Yakitori could ever buy my love. You’ve got my heart! You stole it! Oh... and can you make me some Yakitori tonight? Yours always tastes like love.” Cheesy bird.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) he isn’t fond of vegetables, he’s a raptor and loves meat. He is very grossed out by watching people do extreme PDA, even though he partakes in PDA with you all the time. Things he wouldn’t like about a partner is if they were selfish, or got angry easily and didn’t like his jokes. He also wouldn’t like a partner that mothered him, even though you have to sometimes since he’s too fast, and when he’s late he sometimes forgets to brush his teeth. He also doesn’t like a partner who cakes on make-up, it makes him think that they’re fake.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) he usually sleeps on his stomach and has his wings spread out widely draping over the sides of the bed. He’s knocked over multiple things before and it wakes you up, but he’s never phased. You had to stop putting water on the nightstands. He also snores lightly and whines a bit when he’s uncomfortable or not getting cuddles from you. Just be beside him and make sure to always clear the nightstands.

[untaemedqueen]

The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chapter 19.

Warnings: Excessive Cursing, Angst, Cunnilingus

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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"1320." Jimin whispers as you eat your toast. You nod to him as you sit back in your chair at the breakfast nook. He sips his screwdriver before sighing. 

"You aren't healed yet, you shouldn't go in there yet." You pick up your tea before raising an eyebrow at your husband. 

"Mhm." You mumble as Jimin gives you an eye roll. 

"Kitten, we have to go to see Doctor Song today. Can't you wait until you're fully healed?" You stand up before leaning over the table and pecking his lips. He eyes your bare stomach wearily as you smile at him before walking to the closet. 

"My little brat." Jimim mutters before slinging back the rest of his screwdriver.

You open the chamber door before wrinkling your nose. 

"Hi, Four." You say with a sweet smile as you step into the large room. Four is chained to the wall, arms spread out as well as legs as she lifts her head. 

"I brought you food." You say putting the tray down on the floor and kicking it towards her. 

She lifts her head as Jimin steps into the room behind you. You fix your black dress before sitting down on the chair next to the door. You look over at the table of clean torturing devices as the sterling silver sparkles in the bright light of the room. 

"How are you?" You ask putting your fist under your chin as you cross your legs. 

"Fuck you, bitch." You hum in agreement as Jimin closes the door putting his leg up against it as he leans back. Four spits at the tray of food before meeting your eyes. 

"I'm terrified." Jimin smirks as he sips his glass of whisky before looking at his watch. 

"Listen, Four. Just do me a favor and tell me what the Jungs want? Hmm? And then this will all be over." Four stands and as she does the chains through the wall get pulled tighter to restrain her. Interesting technology to have, you look up at Jimin impressed who simply shrugs with a wink. 

"I'm not telling you a fucking thing. You little cunt." You smile before tying your hair up in a ponytail. 

"You will. I'm sure. Make sure you eat. Gotta keep up your strength to keep fighting the good fight." You stand up and Jimin goes to open the door. 

"I hope Kim Shin kills your sister and rapes her dead body." Jimin takes in a deep breath as you still. 

"What did you just say?" Your vision going red, your neck turning at a frightening speed that makes Four blink quickly. 

"Kitten." Jimin calls as you grab the bread off of the tray. 

"Say what you just said." You step over the tray before stepping in front of Four as the restraints press her up against the wall uncomfortably. You grab her face, your nails digging into her skin making her flinch. You slap her cheek hard before pulling at her chin. 

"Open your mouth." She spits in your face and you scoff stepping back and wiping your face with your sleeve. 

"Hey, baby!" Jimin says quickly as he rushes towards you, you elbow Four in the stomach making her mouth drop open in pain. You shove the bread into her mouth before pushing her jaw closed. 

"Choke on it, you bitch." You spit in her face before Jimin grabs your arm and pulling you back towards the door. 

"Think of the baby, hmm? Think of our baby." Jimin whispers in your ear as you keep your eyes locked on Four. 

"They're going to get you!" She yells, spitting the bread out onto the floor. 

"Not before I get you first, you little bitch." Jimin rips open the door before pulling you out into the hallway.

You stare out the car window, watching as the Seoul streets pass you by. The beautiful trees lining the sidewalks dotted with bright green leaves. Jimin side eyes you as you put your hand on your stomach. The car ride was silent, not uncomfortably, just silent. 

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" Jimin asks, trying to break the silence, you turn your head to him with a smirk as he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. 

"I'm not sure. What do you want?" 

"A boy." Jimin says absentmindedly as he pulls into the hospital parking lot. 

"Boy first then a girl. So he takes care of his little sister." You raise an eyebrow, 

"Oh so you had plans for this to happen?" Jimin snorts before pulling into the VIP parking space. 

"No, but I've been thinking about it a lot more lately. Sometimes I lay in bed awake at night, rubbing your stomach just thinking." Jimin shuts the car off before putting on his sunglasses. 

"Thinking what?" He looks in the mirror before fixing his hair. 

"Thinking how lucky I am that I have you, how lucky we are to be having a baby. The future, how miserable I was before you. That shit." He says as you unbuckle your seat belt. You hum to him as he opens up the glove compartment and grabbing his gun. As he leans over he kisses your cheek making you smile. 

"You definitely bring a joy to my life I didn't have before." He opens his car door before hopping out, you stare at the hospital through the windshield as Jimin opens your door. 

"Okay, let's go see our little bean." He says slinging his arm over your shoulders as you step out of the Bentley.

You lay down on the table, legs up in the stirrups as Doctor Song sits in front of you squirting cold gel onto the end of what you could only describe as an alien probe. 

"So you can do everything then? Heal people, be an ob/gyn, do surgery." You say impressed, making Jimin smile as he fixes his suit jacket before sitting down in the chair next to you. 

"Yes, I've been doing this a long time." You hum to him as he looks up at you taking off his glasses. 

"You might feel some discomfort, just take some deep breaths." You nod as the sonogram machine invades you. You grip on to Jimin's hand at the awkward feeling. Jimin stares at the screen, his lips to the back of your hand as he waits with bated breath to see his child. 

"Have you had any morning sickness?" You nod fervently,

"A lot but I've never thrown up, just queasiness. And, I'm always tired." Doctor Song nods.

"Yeah, that can happen. That's good though, means your body is changing for your child." Jimin smiles kissing your hand again. 

"Breast tenderness?" Jimin nods thinking of his advances on you yesterday that were fought off by your tender pain. You roll your eyes, shoving him with your elbow. 

"That's good too. Your body is getting ready to make milk." Jimin's eyes begin to light up as the screen goes from black to being dotted with light grey. You cringe uncomfortable as the probe reaches your cervix. Doctor Song clears his throat before looking at the screen as he angles the probe. Appearing on the screen was a small body, incredibly tiny that makes Jimin gasp. 

"That's your baby." Doctor Song says and you smile. He begins to take measurements as Jimin's eyes begin to water. 

"Wow." He whispers, kissing your hand. 

"The baby is seven weeks and two days, roughly. This is what will make you cry." Doctor Song tells Jimin as he pushes a button. 

The sound of a heartbeat comes on and it comes out strong. The noise filling your ears as Jimin does indeed cry. His eyes screwing shut as he puts his forehead to your hand. You giggle before leaning over and kissing the top of his head. 

"What do you think Mrs. Park?" Doctor Song asks with a smile.

"I think the baby looks like a worm." Jimin clicks his teeth before narrowing his tear filled eyes at you. 

"A cute worm." You clarify making Doctor Song laugh. 

"Is the baby healthy? Is it safe?" Jimin asks, wiping at his face. Doctor Song nods looking at the screen. 

"Strong heart beat, the baby is the right size for its age. Everything looks normal so far. In a month you can come back and we'll do another sonogram." Jimin nods before standing up and kissing you. 

"Thank you, for giving me a child." After seeing his child Jimin was sure, he could never love anything more in his entire life. He would do everything and anything for his family. No matter what. Doctor Song prints out a few pictures before handing them to Jimin. Jimin bows his head before pulling money out of his pocket and handing it to the doctor. 

"Thank you so much." Doctor Song bows to him and then to you. 

"See you in a month." You bow your head to him before closing your legs. With the help of your husband your feet find the floor as you groan at the tenderness of your back. 

"Take it easy, when we go home you two can take a nap, okay? You and little bean can sleep." It was odd to hear the sweet nickname coming from him but you couldn't help but smile.

You lay down on the bed as Two hands you a tea. Jimin takes off his suit jacket before throwing it on the chair. 

"Thanks Two." She gives you a gentle smile as you groan sitting up against the headboard. Jimin pulls the pictures of your child out of his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed, his thumb running over the picture. 

"Amazing, isn't it?" He asks before looking at you, you tilt your head and give him a smile. He smirks before turning his head back down to the picture. 

"Seven months and the baby will be here. Wah. So crazy." He mumbles as Two leaves the bedroom. 

You sip your tea as Jimin throws himself back on to the bed, the picture held high above his face as he stares at it. His dress shirt rises to show his abs as he smiles at the picture. 

"I wish my parents were here to see this." He mumbles before clearing his throat and furrowing his eyebrows. He rarely talks about them, it was nice to hear him voice his thoughts freely. 

"They would love you." He presses the picture to his heart before caressing your calf. You hum in appreciation before giggling. 

"Big bad mafia bosses have hearts then, huh?" He snorts before turning on to his side putting his hand underneath his head. 

"Only for their loved ones, I'm sure." You chuckle before setting your tea aside. He puts his hand on your stomach before laying his head down on his arm. 

"You know... Last year... I tried to kill myself." You freeze at his words before sitting up straighter. Jimin hums at your surprise. 

"Yeah, I know. The all powerful lion tries to off himself. But, I did. I did try. Jeongguk found me, saved my life as per usual." 

"Why?" You find yourself asking as Jimin puts his cheek on your stomach. 

"Because I felt like I had no purpose. I was supposed to just sell guns and kill people without anything of my own for the rest of my life? No family, no love in my heart. I had nothing." You nod to him before sniffling. A world without Jimin would be no better off. Although he does what he does, he deserves to be happy too. 

"Now I have a wife, y'know? A child coming." 

"An escort business." You say making him laugh. He sighs before kissing your stomach and sitting up. "It's all coming together. Everything is falling into place."

You stare at the chamber door, the house was silent. Jimin sleeping soundly as you enter the code into the door pad. You open the door before stepping inside and sitting down crossing your legs. Your eyes on Four as she sleeps on the cold ground. You turn the lights on blinking at the brightness before clearing your throat as you close the door behind you. 

"Good morning Four." You say loudly looking at the tray from this morning. She stirs from her sleep and you put your fingers to your lips whistling loudly. She lifts her head with a groan and you fold your arms before smiling at her. 

"Hi there." She sits up cringing as she puts her head back to the wall. She looks filthy, her hair becoming a rats nest of tangles as you smirk. 

"Did you miss me for the past month?" She spits in your direction and you nod. 

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Your hormones were raging, just one mishap on Four's part and you would tear her apart like an animal without any remorse. 

"Fuck you, bitch." You hum to her before standing up. 

"It's not...uncommon to have anger towards someone who deserves it. But, I haven't done anything to you." She narrows her eyes at you, sleep encrusting the corners of her eyes as you crouch down a few feet away from her. 

"You have no idea what you've done." She says with venom in her voice. You snap your fingers before pointing at her. 

"Exactly! You're right. So why is it that you cut me? I don't even know you." You sit on the floor cross legged and she does the same. 

"I don't hate you Four, I thought you were pretty and a nice girl and look, you almost killed me and my child." You say with a shrug, her face pales at your sentence. 

"Y-You're pregnant?" You nod to her before tilting your head. 

"I promise you, anything that the Jungs said to you, promised you. Will no longer come true. Ever. I mean you live in here now." You point at the steel walls. She swallows before looking at the floor.

There was silence for a short while. Four looking at the floor and then back up at you countless times. You groan standing back up. 

"I didn't know you were pregnant." 

"Neither did I." She clears her throat as you walk back to the chair. Four stares at the large pink scar she caused before sighing. 

"I'm not a violent person." She promises you.

"What did they promise you?" She goes quiet again as you sit back down on the chair. 

"I love him." She says quickly, you lean forward as her comment peaks your interest. 

"Who?" She opens her mouth to answer as the door is shoved open. Jimin stands wide eyed before sighing.

"Who?" You ask again louder annoyed that he came in. Four looks up at Jimin before laying back down on the floor without a word. 

"You should be sleeping! What are you doing in here? The baby needs rest!" Jimin says loudly, you sigh putting your hands to your face. 

"Four, just tell me who." You beg of her before shoving Jimin's chest. 

"Get to bed." He whispers, shoving the door open wider. You yell out in anger towards him.

"Four!" She looks up at you through her dirty hair and you sigh. 

"Go, Kitten. Both of you need your rest." You stand up before shoving him as you walk out of the room. He sighs loudly.

"Kitten!" He says as he closes the door shut behind him as you barrel towards the bedroom before slamming the door behind you. 

You could have had it. The answer was right there, she could have told you if Jimin hadn't come in. You pace the room putting your hands to your hair grabbing fistfuls. Jimin enters before leaning against the doorpost. 

"Baby-" 

"I could have had it! She was talking to me!" He watches you running his fingers through his hair. 

"You need to sleep. You're obsessing over this." He says as you narrow your eyes at him. 

"I COULD HAVE HAD IT. SHE WAS GOING TO GIVE ME A NAME." You scream at the top of your lungs before closing your eyes out of frustration. Jimin licks his lips.

"I don't care, you're more important that a name! You need to take care of yourself!" You scoff before putting your hands over your face. 

"They could have killed our fucking baby. I want answers and I want them now. I COULD HAVE HAD MY FUCKING ANSWER. RIGHT THERE!" Jimin nods before pressing his hands together. 

"Kitten, I'm sorry but you're more important to me than finding out a name. Okay? You need to calm down, it's not good for the baby." He steps inside the room, closing the door behind him. 

"Are you taking this seriously? Are you taking any of this seriously? Your retribution for the Jungs, do you even fucking care? What if they killed me, if they killed our baby?" Jimin groans out in frustration. 

"Of course I fucking care! I've been killing off every Jung I see that looks at us the wrong way." 

"WELL IF I HAD THAT NAME YOU COULD JUST GO FOR ONE PERSON!" Jimin walks towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"That may be true, but I will not have you losing sleep over this. We will find out the name, we will figure this out." His touch makes you calm down, against your own will which is frustrating. He rubs your lower back soothingly, kissing your cheek and your neck. 

"I promise, we'll find out the name. But, if you don't lay the fuck down and sleep every night from now on, I'm making her a warehouse body." You put your forehead to his chest before punching his arm. 

"Go ahead. Take your frustration out on me. Hit me, punch me. But, I won't apologize for coming and getting you. I want what's best for the both of you. And, the best thing at night is to sleep." You sigh, he's right. Your rage is unrelenting towards her, you can't stop thinking about it when you lay in bed at night. 

"Okay." You whisper as he pulls back. 

"Okay?" You nod to him and he kisses your lips gently. 

"Lay down." He tells you nodding to the bed as he pours himself a shot of whisky. You pad over to the bed before laying down as he shoots back the shot. 

"Don't you ever fucking ask me if I care about you and the baby, again. You must be out of your fucking mind to ask me something like that." He says slamming the glass on to the table. You sigh, putting your face into the pillow as he walks over towards you. 

"You know you're my world, so is our baby. You are really something else." Jimin scoffs as he kneels down in between your legs. 

"You hear me?" He asks loudly and you look up at him and nod. He lifts up your nightgown before kissing your stomach. You pick your head up confused as his lips begin to trail lower. 

"Nu-uh!" You say shoving at his head as he pushes your thong away from your core. 

"Lay down and shut up." He tells you, looking up at you with narrowed eyes. You swallow before doing as told as Jimin pushes your legs open wider. 

"Daddy will make you forget about everything outside of this room." He pulls your thong off of you and you take in a deep breath. He kisses at your pussy lips, spreading them open with his fingers to lewdly look at your cunt. 

"Jimin I-" He looks up at you again and you shut your mouth. 

"Who am I?" You whimper out as you close your eyes. His tongue runs a flat lick over you that has you panting within seconds. Jimin begins to give kitten licks to your clit, your thighs squeezing around his head. 

"Fuck!" Jimin pulls away making you whine. You hadn't had something between you in a long while and this was overdue. 

"Answer me. Who am I?" His fingers begin to tease your opening picking up your wetness as your pussy becomes swollen for him. 

"Daddy!" You whine out pulling at his hair. 

"Good girl." His lips find purchase against you once more, sucking at your swelling clit as he enters a finger into you. You open your eyes to watch him eat you out. His cheeks beginning to become coated in you arousal. 

"Daddy, fuck. Yes!" Jimin hums in agreement before adding another finger. 

His fingers pumping in and out of you at a steady pace as you moan loudly. Your stomach tightening and feeling as if it is swelling as you grab fistfuls of Jimins hair. He begins to moan himself as he feels your cunt beginning to throb for him. 

"Oh shit, Daddy!" Your eyes rolling back as your mouth goes dry. 

Just a few more harsh suckles and the curling of his fingers on the rough patch within you has you orgasming your husbands name loudly. Jimin pulls back watching you as you ride out your high. His fingers going at a slower pace as he smirks before licking his lips. You open your eyes before whimpering out and opening your arms making him chuckle. 

"That's my good little kitty." He wipes his mouth before laying down next to you. 

"I don't want you going to that door after 8 o'clock, you hear me, baby?" You nod tiredly as you put your face into his chest. 

"That's my good girl." He whispers putting his hand on your stomach.

[doc-pickles]

i saw mommy kissin’ santa claus

Hello! And welcome to “Festive Fridays with Two Dumb Bitches So Dumb They Can’t Stick to the Schedule They Make for Themselves” featuring me and @odd-birds-and-booksellers We wanted to find a day of the week for December to post our Christmas fics on and decided on Thursdays (this was originally titled ‘Two Dumb Bitches Thursday’ but we are both terrible procrastinators so now we have that fancy new title up there)

Will you get posts on Thursdays? Fridays? Who knows! But we’ve both committed to posting once a week every week of December with a fun festive fic! (Please don’t come to our inboxes and hound us about them, we yell at each other enough as it is and Lay is mean.....)

Anyways this is my first fluffy fic entry of the month and it’s definitely not inspired by real life events. Hope you enjoy! :) 

(also this is not my best work because i’m sleep deprived and also my pregnancy brain is not letting me write how i normally do soooo cut me some slack please and thanks)

“Karev!”

Both Jo and Alex turned at the sound of Bailey’s voice behind them, the woman looking expectantly at Alex. Now that he wasn’t a young resident, Bailey rarely evoked a feeling of fear in him but today her stern voice had him racking his brain for anything he’d done wrong recently.

“What can I do for you, Chief?”

“Doctor Peterson retired earlier this year,” Bailey waited for either Jo or Alex to make a connection from her words, but both stared blankly at her instead. “Doctor Peterson used to dress up as Santa every year for the Peds Ward Christmas party. Since he’s no longer available, I need a replacement.” 

Jo’s eyes lit up in delight as she turned to Alex who wore an unamused expression, “Absolutely not, I am not putting on that ridiculous costume.”

“Oh c’mon! It’s for sick kids Alex,” Jo settled a hand onto her husband's arm as she batted her eyelashes at him. “It’ll be fun! You should do it!”

Alex looked between his wife and his boss, Jo smiling excitedly at him while Bailey fixed him with a glare. A groan left him as he realized he didn’t have a say in the matter, “Fine I'll do it. But I’m not happy about it.” 

Jo let out an excited squeal as Bailey thanked him, walking away with a satisfied smirk. Turning to his giddy wife, Alex wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You better make this worth my damn while.”

“What, do you want me to come and sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what I want for Christmas,” Jo rolled her eyes, but Alex kept his gaze fixed on her. “You’re serious? You really are a pervy old man sometimes I swear.” Alex swatted at Jo’s ass playfully as she walked away from him. If she hadn’t happened to be standing next to him when Bailey asked he wouldn’t have caved so easily. His eyes narrowed at the thought, knowing that at least one of the women had planned that out. 

“Stupid freakin’ Santa costume…” 

+

There was a reason that he’d avoided the Christmas party for the Peds ward all these years and he finally realized why. Alex was surrounded by dozens of sugar high children who hadn’t seen outside of the hospital walls in weeks. He loved his job and working with kids, but he rarely had to deal with them when they were running around and screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Well you look like you’re having a great time,” Meredith sidled up to Alex, chuckling as she pulled on his fake beard. “The white doesn’t look so bad on you, maybe by next Christmas you won’t even need the fake beard.” “Oh shut up, I’m only here because Jo made me come. And she hasn’t even bothered to show up and make things around here more enjoyable,” Alex grumbled as he swatted away Meredith’s hand. He’d been sitting with kids on his lap for almost an hour and a half now, asking them what they wanted for Christmas and listening to their lists. “I’ve got fifteen minutes left before I can go home and drink beer and I can’t wait.”

“I’ve gotta go find my kids in this madness, but it looks like you have another visitor,” Meredith gestured to the little girl patiently waiting to meet Santa, bright blue eyes staring up at Alex in awe. “Have fun Santa!”

As soon as she was gone, the little girl bounded up to Alex and settled herself onto his lap, a gap toothed grin appearing on her face. Alex recognized her as one of his own patients, five year old Lauren who had a gastrointestinal problem that kept her in the hospital for weeks at a time, “Hi Santa!”

“Hi Lauren,” Alex almost chuckled at Lauren’s wide eyed expression when she realized that ‘Santa’ knew her name. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“I want a Barbie dream house and a pink glitter ballerina Barbie too,” Lauren was full of giggles as she relayed her wish list to Alex. Her expression softened however and she leaned in close to him, whispering her next words. “And I want my tummy to feel all better so I can go home and have a real Christmas. Christmas in the hospital is no fun.” Alex’s heart broke at the little girls words, realizing just how much of a toll being here was taking on such a young girl, “You know what, I think your doctors will do their very best to get you home for Christmas so you can play with all your new Barbies. How does that sound?” Lauren’s face lit up at Alex’s words, her arms wrapping around his neck as she giggled in delight. A string of thank yous left her as she hopped off Alex’s lap and reunited with her mother, who sent an appreciative wave in his direction. 

“Well aren’t you the best Santa in the world,” Alex turned at the sound of Jo’s voice, holding back an eye roll as she lifted her camera to snap a photo of him. “See, I told you it wouldn’t be that bad! Your mom is going to love that photo, I hope she puts it on the mantle.” “Did you come here for any reason besides to mock me,” Alex grumbled. “I’m almost done with this and then I’m never doing it again no matter how much you beg.” Alex couldn’t help but smirk at Jo’s amused expression. She looked so happy that he was doing this, like it had made her whole year. If nothing else, Jo’s excitement made the stupid gig worth it.

“Well I came here to tell Santa what I want for Christmas but if he’s too grumpy…,” Alex reached for Jo’s hand, pulling her into his lap as she laughed at his antics. 

“Now what do you want for Christmas,” Alex pressed his face into Jo’s neck, more laughter coming from her at the feel of the fake beard against her skin. “I’m sure Santa would be more than happy to oblige.”

“You realize you’re trying to talk dirty to me at a children’s party right,” Alex pinched Jo’s leg at her remark, a squeal leaving her as she jumped. “Okay okay, what I want for Christmas is… a baby.”

“A baby?”

“Yes a baby,” Jo grinned widely, leaning in close to Alex with a twinkle in her eyes. “I want you to knock me up. Preferably not wearing the Santa costume.” 

Alex stared dumbly up at his wife for a moment, her grin never fading as she watched him process what she’d said. A baby… Jo wanted to have kids. Kids with him.

“You know there’s easier ways to say that you want to try for a baby,” Alex chuckled as he leaned up to kiss Jo, his fake beard getting in the way of his attempt. “C’mon let’s go home, I finished my duty for the day. Maybe if you’ve make it on the nice list I’ll put in a good word for you with Santa.” A string of giggles left Jo as she watched Alex try and sneak out of the room, instead getting ambushed by almost all of the kids that were running around. After a quick goodbye and a promise to work hard on their wishes, the pair finally made it out of the room, Alex turning to Jo with a grin, “You want one of those? You sure?”

“More than anything. Now kiss me,” Jo pointed upwards to the doorway where a sprig of mistletoe hung. “It’s tradition.”

+

“I can’t believe you volunteered to do this this year,” Meredith stared dumbfoundedly at Alex, who sat in his chair with a smirk peeking through his fake beard. “Seriously, are you feeling okay? You couldn’t stop complaining last year.” “Would you pipe down, it’s different this year,” Alex shrugged, waving at one of the kids that ran by. “I wanted to spread some Christmas cheer to sick kids, is that so wrong?” “Don’t listen to him, he didn’t want some ‘germy mall Santa’ to hold Peyton for photos,” Meredith turned at the sound of Jo’s voice, a grin lighting up her face as she took in the sight of the small baby cradled in the baby sling across Jo’s chest. “Although the peds ward of a hospital can’t be much better.”

“Stop whining and come over here,” Alex held his arms out, expecting Jo to hand the baby to him but instead having her sit across his lap. “Really? You’re gonna sit on my lap again?”

Jo shrugged, pressing a kiss against his cheek as Alex reached up to uncover the baby’s face, “I figured my Christmas wish came true last year, might as well go again.” “Listen I love you but this one barely sleeps through the night as it is,” Alex gestured to Meredith, who was smiling at the happy family with her phone in hand. “Now would you smile so we can have a semi decent first Christmas photo for our daughter.” Jo and Alex both wore bright smiles as they looked at Meredith, the two month old between them not even batting an eyelash as she slept soundly on her mom’s chest. The warm feeling in Jo’s chest almost made her tear up, thinking to just the year before when her husband had begrudgingly put on a Santa costume to please her. This year he had eagerly gone through the motions, excited to create memories with their daughter without a care about all of the patients that came with the deal.

“What’s on your mind? You have that blissed out look on your face,” Alex’s fingers on her cheek snapped Jo out of her daze, her lips coming down to press against his briefly.

“Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I am and how much I love you.” “I love you too, but you can’t just kiss me like that,” Jo’s brows furrowed as she took in Alex’s serious expression. “The kids are watching! What are they gonna think when they see you kissing Santa like that? I’ll get a bunch of angry letters.” “You’re the worst, Karev.”

[satoshi-mochida]

Some thoughts on my last Gamefly rental, Neptunia Virtual Stars.

I know it was from having to pay for all the Guest Vtubers, but I was mildly disappointed that there wasn’t a dub this time around; the VAs fit the Four CPUs really well now, especially Neptune’s.

The many V-Tubers in the game need to be saved from specific Antis that hold their V-Cubes captive. While it seems to be random which Vtuber the enemy has, there does to be a high chance of it being a new one. Or maybe I just got lucky. Before areas with said enemies, there’ll usually be a large monitor of the one there asking for help, so you can see if they a new one or not. You don’t actually need to rescue all of the Vtubers to finish the game, or all of the trophies, but you do need at least 25 to finish the game, and 30 for a Trophy.

 The V-Cubes themselves can be equipped to increase everyone’s stats. Some you find may have various effects added to them that either further increase, or possibly decrease, some stats, and add special abilities to them, like increased item drop rate. 

The playable characters are the four CPUs, Neptune, Noire, Blanc and Vert, and eventually four(original) Vtubers that are each in a team of two(Me and You, Vice and Licht). The two groups have some differences in their gameplay and stats:

The Vtubers have a normal health bar, and fight enemies like in an action RPG. While both groups can double jump, only they can dash in the air, and only twice before hitting the ground again.

An ability exclusive to the Vtubers is, if an attack is dodged at the last moment, they gain infinite MP for a couple seconds.

The CPUs use guns this time around, play like a third person shooter, and they can also skate around quickly for a few seconds if you hit Circle on the ground, which is pretty fun.

The CPUs have units of health, starting out at 10, and can be maxed out to 30 from V-Cubes. They also have no defense stat, and only take 1 unit of damage from most enemies.

A stat exclusive to the CPUs is TKMK, which is for their ‘Tokimeki Flash’ ability. After shooting an enemy enough times without purifying it, as a purple circle bar fills up, they enemy will get stunned. This is actually required for the final boss, so near the end, try and raise the TKMK stat of one of them with V-Cubes, preferably on Neptune.

Be careful going into back into older areas to train; after beating a main boss, they’ll get replaced by a much stronger version(for example, Waru Waru Duga, the first boss, is replaced by one that’s level 33). You’ll need to beat them for trophies, though.

There’s a fairly easy music rhythm minigame you can do for money and items, though it’s very simplistic, and I think the input might be a bit off. You can get the characters to dance around in whatever ridiculous accessories you equip them with, though. XD

There’s also a few side stuff you can do for items, but aren’t completely needed for the Platinum: doing randomly given requests from ingame fans(that can be very vague about what they want you to so, sometimes), requests from Vtubers you’ve rescued(which have all have short little videos from the characters asking for your help and thanking you afterwards), and two different card collections to complete(one just of the ingame Vtubers, and another of Compile Heart characters). 

Like pretty much all Neptunia games, there’s some commentary and fourth wall breaking. 

The main enemies being called Antis, which have become quite the real world problem(some call certain groups of them by differing names), and it has effected some Vtubers. too. Coco Kiryu and Akai Haato/Haachama from Hololive are ones that comes to mind, since after a certain incident from last year, they’ve been after Coco relentlessly, though mostly stopped bugging Haachama after a while. Though how awful Antis can be, especially as of late, isn’t fully explored(that might be a bit much for a mostly light-hearted series like Neptunia), they’re behavior is touched upon.

A later enemy that resembles the Twitter bird fires a very annoying and damaging bazooka, and they usually appear with several others(and are the only enemies that can do more than 1 unit of damage to the CPUs). Admittedly, it might just be because they’re later-game enemies that they’re more difficult and annoying, but still.

There’s a really good moment, imo, in the story about making Content out of love vs. just for money. There’s more to it in Kado’s backstory, also regarding stuff with content management and distribution I believe, but I’m not sure how best to put it into words; best to see things for yourself.

And probably more I missed.

On the loading screens between areas, a short video from the Vtubers that you’ve rescued will play. They can be skipped after a couple seconds, but letting them fully play out gets you an item. Also, similar videos play in the Neotube Plaza, as well as a few of Hololive’s Holo Graffiti shorts videos, and possibly others, too.

I actually do watch some Vtubers myself. Mostly just clips, though. The main ones I watch are from Hololive, Hana Macchia from Nijisanji, and both Pikamee and Tomoshika from VOMS Project(Jitomi Monoe was unfortunately let go earlier this year). Here’s a list of all the Guest Vtubers appearing in this game(most of whom I have never heard of, though it seems a couple actually aren’t around anymore).

Apparently, the original Vtubers Me and You will be making an official debut at some point.

Though the gameplay did grow on me after a while, if I had to choose between this or Cyberdimension Neptunia, I’d probably choose the latter; it’s action just felt better, but this is still worth a playthrough. The start of the game feels kind of rough, but I started liking it more as it went on, once everyone starts getting better skills, and the characters and their interactions are always fun in Neptunia.

Next game being sent is: Hollow Knight.

Mild spoilers: 

There seems to be a few things that are left unresolved in the game(one unknown Vtuber getting taken by the Antis near the beginning but never showing up again, and one Villain just escapes with no fight against them), hopefully meaning that they’ll be another game likes this.

[thoushallnotfall]

Hi there! I'm new to The Lost Boys community (I saw the movie about three days ago and I deep dived in XD) and I really admire your works and posts. I'm a little shy about talking to everyone but I hope to eventually start writing and join the fandom on here. You're a wonderful writer and I was wondering if you, or any other writers you know, had any key points/tips for writing the boys?

Well first of all welcome! We're super happy to have you! ❤️

While I saw the movie for the first time YEARS ago, I actually only joined the fandom here on Tumblr a few weeks ago myself, and it's been a really wonderful experience so far! I think you'll really enjoy it once you get settled in; everyone I've interacted with has been nothing but kind and supportive, and that's the kind of energy I'm trying to put back out into the community. ☺️

Thank you so much for the compliment! I appreciate so much that you think I'm worth asking for advice! 🥺

I can't speak for how anyone else writes them/how others in the fandom view the boy's or their personalities, but I can give you some tips for each of the boys when I write them.

This is written more like a general headcanon list (I hope that's okay!), but hopefully it helps you for writing! ☺️

Paul

Paul is the biggest flirt of the group. The other boys do flirt of course, but Paul is always flirting. This also makes Paul the horniest of the four. The boy is handsy. He likes to touch you however he possibly can.

Despite being a flirt, Paul is also very sweet. He's go a sort of childlike sincerity buried underneath the top layer of horny teenager. So once he's in love, he's in love. An absolute sap. A lost puppy that will follow you everywhere and whine when you're gone or not paying enough attention to him.

I'm going to be 100% real; he's the dumbest of the four, but it just makes him cuter in my opinion. Doesn't always get things unless they're spelled out for him (or he's already in on the joke).

Things he really loves: his look, rock music, and pot.

He's BFFs with Marko and if the four of them aren't together the two are usually hanging out as a pair. Paul is not really the kind of person to enjoy the pleasure of his own company (unless he's doing something *personal*...if you get my meaning)

If he messes up and upsets you/you have a fight he's not the best at apologies. He'll pout, and stubbornly maintain it wasn't his fault regardless of whose fault it actually was. Eventually though, he'll miss you enough that his need to see you will win out over his need to be right, and he'll come find you. He probably still won't apologize unless the fight was really bad, but he'll pout at you and shoot you sad, puppy dog eyes until you you give in and let him grab you for a huge hug and a flurry of make-up kisses.

Will kiss you anywhere anytime with anyone watching. Will start making out in front of the guys and just, try to go all the way with them all right there. He doesn't care if he has an audience.

Marko

Marko kind of has these duel personalities, and I think that's why he's so chaotic.

On the one hand you've got this wild child, chaos incarnate, ball of pure energy that will literally fight anyone. Then on the other you've got this deceptively smart, sweet, sensitive boy who keeps pigeons. (No, I'm serious)

Marko is a little shit though. Facts.

Loves to fight. When he's out on the boardwalk just loves a good scrape. As a vampire gets a sadistic thrill out of killing. He has no qualms about what he is and won't apologize for it.

He's incredibly sarcastic and enjoys teasing. If he wasn't being sarcastic he would physically die. Making you blush from teasing you is one of his greatest joys in life.

Marko is smart. He's always watching everything that's happening, taking mental notes. Doesn't mean he won't run into situations without thinking like a huge dumbass sometimes, but he has the capacity for higher thought.

Because he's smart, David trusts him with more responsibility, making him a sort of defacto second. (We actually see some of this in the movie, I swear I'm not pulling this from nowhere...)

While he is a little shit, he doesn't actually want to hurt the people he cares for. He is fiercely loyal, and cares deeply about those close to him. He would never want to take his teasing too far, and if he did he would make up for it by making himself look like a fool or by performing some grand gesture.

Marko doesn't have much of a temper when it comes to his s/o(other people, oh yes, you, no), but if you do get into a fight and he knows it's his fault he'll own up to it and apologize. He doesn't want to leave things messed up between the two of you. If it's not his fault, he'll give you a chance to apologize, but even if you don't he'll probably just let it go unless the fight was really serious because he just wants you around again.

Marko is more sensitive then he lets on. He enjoys time to himself to just listen to music and pet his birds. It's his time to unwind and be alone when you normally spend every waking moment with three other guys.

Marko is totally fine with PDA. He likes to pull you into his lap and kiss you, and doesn't care who's there to see it. That said, he won't go as far as Paul. He's got some standards.

Dwayne

Stoic. The strong, silent type--but we all pretty much know that, right?

Dwayne is a tired single mother of three and he needs a vacation.

Constantly having to pull Marko out of fights and pull Paul away from girls they're not actively hunting.

If you're in a relationship with all of them and the two of them gang up on you to tease you Dwayne is the one who will keep an eye on you and make sure they don't take things too far. He'll even rescue you from David if he thinks he's being too mean to you, though he'll catch hell for it later.

Dwayne is very protective of you. If you're out in public he wants keep you close by unless you go off with one of the others. If anyone tries to hit on you he will stare them down so threateningly that they piss themselves.

Dwayne isn't really a fan of PDA. He likes to hold your hand when you're out, but he doesn't usually go in for too many kisses in public. He'll accept any you give him though, and if you try and sit in his lap or hold onto him it's not like he'll push you away. He's just not going to initiate anything like that himself while you're out.

When you're in private, Dwayne is very affectionate. He loves holding you in his arms. Just, all the time. Anytime. Enjoys small, sensual moments rather than wild make-out sessions.

Is a very good listener. Doesn't usually give advice, but he's great at just listening to everyone else's problems. The other boys always go to him when they need to vent.

You literaly never get in fights. Like, if you have a "fight" it's 100% some sort of misunderstanding on your part, and Dwanye will try and calm you down and bend over backwards to try and make you feel better.

Likes to spend time on his own reading. It's one of his ways of decompressing.

Just because he is kind, doesn't mean he isn't still one of the guys. If they're playing some sort of game or prank, he'll 100% join in, and have fun doing it. He is a teenage vampire.

David

David is an asshole. That's it. That's the list.

Genuinely though, he likes being a bit of a jerk; teasing you until he takes it just a little too far, then enjoying the process of making you forgive him.

He's always the one in control of every situation he's in. Period. When he's with the boy's? He's the leader. He decides what they're doing. When it's just the two of you? He's the boss. He's in charge. He's got all the authority.

David isn't opposed to PDA per say; if you're out in public he'll usually keep his hands to himself, or just keep it light, like have his arm around you. If he really wants to be affectionate or tease you, he'll pull you into an ally or under an overpass so less people will see.

If you don't go along with everything he says you'll fight. A lot. They'll probably get bad at times, depending on how stubborn you are. He'll be furious; of all the boys, David is the only one who really gets angry. He's never going to admit he's wrong, you'll never get an apology. He'll say really hurtful things if it's a bad fight, and if you don't come back after awhile he'll eventually come looking for you. He'll say the boys miss you, and that's the closest thing you'll get to an invitation.

David has a lot on his shoulders as the leader, and that kind of isolates him front the other boys at times. Sometimes it feels like the three of them plus David. He enjoys the power he gets as the leader, but he also doesn't get to be as part of the group as much because he has more responsibility.

He's genuinely got a lot of love and affection in him. Both for you and for the boys. But he's also probably the most jaded of the boys, so his real feelings are usually buried under layers of sarcasm and ice. It's very rare that you will get him to open up about his real feelings. If you do, it's usually just a quick glimpse before his wall is back up.

I hope you liked this/it was helpful! I tried to throw in a variety of things to catch a decent amount of their personality traits, plus just some fun little stuff. 😅

Again, welcome to the fandom! If you ever have any questions feel free to reach out to me! ❤️

-Rachel

[theorangestar]

So Skyward Sword!

Overall, I really liked it! The world is so beautiful to look at. Each area is so colorful and bright (with the exception of the Lanayru Mining Facility, but that changes when you use the timeshift stones). I enjoyed all the characters, and I liked all the different tools needed to solve puzzles and obstacles. The story was beautiful. Link’s smile is the best thing in the world. Groose’s character development, Sweet Hylia! Zelda’s genuine care for Link and Impa, and even Groose by the end. I love how the Gorons are scholars in this game, that’s so refreshing. Kikwis and the little robots are soooo cute. I teared up saying goodbye to Fi. THE MUSIC!!!

There are a few things that bugged me though. There’s a lot of “Your princess is in another castle!” stuff going on chasing Zelda. It was mentally exhausting constantly going back and forth from each section of the map back to Skyloft, back to another section, back to Skyloft, etc etc. It does feel sometimes like the story keeps stopping and starting because you have to keep restocking potions or find a Goddess Chest or fulfill a side quest every time you go to Skyloft. Also, I kept getting dragged everywhere for all these little pieces to find. Find Zelda. Find the three sacred fires. Find all these missing song pieces. No, we won’t actually answer any questions directly, why would we do that? There was a point I completely forgot my goal of finding the location of the Triforce. Like, you’re so focused on finding the pieces you lose focus as to why you need them in the first place. Also, time travel is confusing. Is this a time loop? Did we actually change history? I’m still not sure. Please, no more time travel. It’s too complicated and no one is consistent with their rules.

AND OF COURSE, the same thing I’ve been complaining about since the beginning, the motion controls. I was partially right in my very first post, in that a lot of it is something you just get used to. Yes, you do frequently have to “Reset Gyro” to get them working right, but it’s not usually too much of a problem. Flying got way better the more I did it. The biggest problems I had were with the bow & arrow and Skyward Strike. I felt like the bow & arrow shifted when you needed it most (the gust bellows did this to me a lot too, but rarely was it a time sensitive issue). And I always need to reset before a Skyward Strike. This wasn’t a problem when finding Goddess Cubes or sacred symbols or whatever. But when you have to rely on it in a boss battle, this gets super frustrating super fast. Granted, there are only two boss battles you need the Skyward Strike for, but it’s so exhausting. You really work up a sweat with those battles. And that last battle with Demise is a Doozy because of that Skyward Strike (don’t get me started on the fatal blow thing, just don’t). It took me two days to beat him (that’s probably  more of a sign of how bad I am at video games than anything else) but my arm was really in pain by the end, and even the next day my shoulder is still sore. I don’t know if anyone else had the problem or if I just suck, but it did make it hard to bask in the glory when I finally did beat him.

But would I play this game again? Absolutely! But next time, I think I’ll try using the normal controllers instead of the motion controls. Will it be easier? I don’t know, but it will at least be less painful.

Other things to note:

- I was right about Karane and Pipit, I was right! >:D I did look up online about the toilet ghost choice after I gave Cawlin’s letter to Karane, and I’m glad I didn’t. As funny as the toilet ghost falling in love with Cawlin is, I’d feel bad for cursing him with nightmares forever, even if I don’t like him.

- So apparently the remlits aren’t evil? I only found this out after I finished the game, because according to the internet, it’s finishing the Batreaux side quest that stops the evil influence, but since finishing that quest was the last thing I did before I went to get the Triforce, I didn’t see the remlits become good again.

- I gave Fledge his self-esteem!! Mission accomplished!!... And then he uses that self-esteem to scam me out of money with that pumpkin shot game with that dreaded bow & arrow, and then passive-aggressively criticize my marksmanship. Excuse you, I made you!!

- UNPOPULAR OPINION!!! I kind of ship Link with Peatrice. I think her crush on him is really cute, but he’s just a little dense to get it. (Also her dad is a little creepy to me. Just a little). Of course, Link and Zelda in this game are clearly meant to be, and they absolutely love each other, but Peatrice is still cute, and she never used me as a tool against a god of evil. So you know, she’s got that going for her.

- In the end credits, we do get to see snippets from Zelda’s part of the journey. No dialogue, but it was really nice to see. She looks so nervous and scared, but also determined, carrying her harp into the wilderness. But seriously, did Old Lady Impa not think to give her a weapon of some kind on her journey? The girl’s all alone and Ghirahim is after her, some means of defense would have been appreciated, I’m sure!

- Zelda’s loftwing just abandons her, by the way. We see it fall with her below the clouds, but it doesn’t come back until the after credit scene. Coward.

- Speaking of the loftwings, I was surprised at how under utilized they are. In the beginning, they talk about how loftwings are the other half of your soul, and how important your bond is with your loftwing, but after Zelda falls through the clouds, the loftwings are basically just glorified horses. They don’t hold any weight within the story. There’s lots of bird statues and engravings EVERYWHERE, so culturally they did hold importance even before the war, but they have no direct influence on the story except as transportation. Missed opportunity.

- The Lanayru Desert fascinates me. It’s never explained how the timeshift stones actually power things, but it’s such a cool game mechanic to hit a stone and suddenly you’re in the past. It also makes me wonder what happened between the war and Link and Zelda’s era. How long was it between these two places in time, because it would take a lot of time and some major events to change a grassland and a sea into a desert. And this means all those little robots are still there after all this time, it just makes me so sad! :’( I really want to know all that history of what was before the war and the time between the war and Link and Zelda. Also, the Lanayru dungeons have that same piano tinkle as when you chase Vah Rudania with Yunobo in BOTW, and that music. Stresses. Me. Out.

- So of all the different species and peoples of Hyrule, the only ones that survive through all 10,000+ years of the timeline are the Hylians, Sheikah (I’m not sure if they count as a separate species from hylians, or they’re just a different tribe), and the Gorons. The kikwis, the mogma, the robots, and the parellas never show up in any other game, so I guess they all just died out before the next Hero rises. That’s really sad!! (I don’t know if the parellas eventually evolve into zora, but the rest are still sad).

- The Imprisoned looked so much scarier in Link’s vision. But when he first emerges and he has no arms, he lost all that intimidation. Even when he grew arms and started flying, he wasn’t that scary. A pain in the butt to deal with all three times, but not scary. Then we just dropped a building on him Wizard of Oz style. Wow, Demise, you suck. If it wasn’t for Ghirahim’s stupid dance ritual, he really wouldn’t have been a threat.

So yeah, there are my thoughts!

[pettrichore]

dunno if i’ll be able to finish this. but so like dabihawks au where like. dabi does his research aka when he was touya he was with his dad once during the whole takami thief thing and met keigo. flash forward he doesnt believe a thing about this hero hawks. sees him for the fabricated person he has become. and eventually hawks sees dabi for who he really is and was and like vigilante-ish dabihawks. bits about the au and the snippet i wrote under the cut.

cause this shit gets LONG af

hawks feels fake. doesnt rlly know who he has even become

the commission kinda forced a lotta habits out of him and completely molded him into who they want him to be

he barely even finds his name to be anything more than a stranger’s name at this point. 

anyway so dabi p much knows who he is. does his own digging. and kinda puts some pieces together and sees how fake hawks is

hawks barely even knows if he shows any genuine emotions at this point. he’s kinda at a breaking point where he cant recognize himself and separate keigo from hawks. feeling like hawks has just swallowed him whole

he does show genuine things though. sometimes says or does shit out of line but he tends to have obedience beat into him even if he sometimes has a bit of a mouth on him. it’s mild tho

at the start of dabi working w hawks, hawks was very careful

it kinda progressed into keigo coming out more around dabi even though it was in bits and pieces

anyway dabi puts two and two together and realizes him and hawks are pretty similar and instead of seeing him as a traitor (though he’s sure that he’s not 100% on their side) he sees him as someone who can fit in with the misfits and he can p much fully convince hawks to ditch the bs

so the confrontation happens (see ending snippet) and hawks is like wtf just happened

and p much eventually there’s some tender moments between dabi and hawks and hawks ends up explaining how used he’s felt

he has been molded into the perfect obedient soldier; maybe sorta kinda explains that the commission is having him do double agent duties and instead of reacting badly dabi is p receptive and doesnt just try to kill him. instead he can see how badly hawks wants to break out of his cage and fly free and he deeply feels for that and knows how that can feel and is like aight well fuck them

so hawks kinda double agents on the commission?? 

and he does end up meeting the LoV and like sees how human they are

but also he’s like damn son but okay i dont agree w everything

and dabi is like yeahhh same ??? idk they are a means to an ends for me but also not lmao 

and then there’s some dabi spilling his guts as they get closer and get more intimate and very much boyfriends

and hawks is so livid and he cant help but fuck around with endeavor the next time he sees him. and like he’s just so much more distant to him. he can’t begin to wrap his head around it. and he’s so broken that like.. the one person that he saw as his true hero. that “saved him” is a horrible person behind closed doors

the one person who he was inspired by and agreed to join the commission’s forces for is just horrible

there’s just a lotta solidarity between hawks and dabi and a lotta shared anger and hurt

and they’re boyfriends and it’s great but also like hawks isn’t a horrible person

neither is dabi ??? i mean listen they’ve both killed ppl. they probs will continue to kinda do it. but it’s always just horrible ppl

like listen killing ?? not great folks??? but also like idk man.. 

they also def leave kids outta this 10000% 

anyway p much they end up ditching the LoV too. try to get some of them outta that shit. like toga who has become like a sorta lil sister for dabi in a way

they both just feel so horrible and gross seeing kids get into that shit

also like the girl needs some HELP. some therapy and rehabilitation idk

idk i love the morality shit with the LoV but might not play with it too much here

anyway they end up doing their own thing and the commission is quick to denounce him and just ruin his image

and try to kill him lmao they made him a perfect hero which could be a perfect villain and if he isn’t working for them he’s working against them (i mean he is) and needs to be Stopped Permanently

anyway here’s the snippet. my single brain cell that helped write this has left my body:

At this point, Hawks wasn’t so sure he was even real. His existence felt fabricated. Each smile or joke carefully placed. Each movement was calculated. He didn’t act out of line. His interviews were carefully thought out months in advance if not lies that he himself began to believe after years of telling them. His penthouse had just enough “personal” touches that when he had a spare moment to invite someone over it actually seemed like it could be a home. Hawks’ original motivations were squashed and were pushed aside unless they created an interesting story. His natural mannerisms that came with his mutation quirk were learned to be suppressed. Hell his own name sounded like a stranger’s to his ears. That is if anyone even knew it. 

“Is there anything real about you, hero,” Dabi spoke. His back wasn’t fully to Hawks, left side presented to him as he set a framed graduation photo down and fully faced the winged hero. Dabi stuffed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to the side some, waiting for an answer. Hawks snorted and gave him an unamused look.

“I’m as real as they get, hot stuff.” He kept a casual air about his words, hands spreading out in surrender. “Not sure what else you expect.”

Hawks was on edge, but he wouldn’t let the villain know it. They were supposed to be meeting soon, but once again the villain pulled something unexpected and had been waiting for Hawks in his own apartment. Hawks’ feathers twitched slightly, sharpened edges ready for the command if it came. Dabi leveled him with an unimpressed stare. There was a moment where their gazes met in an intense battle, though Dabi’s look softened as he broke out in a lazy grin.

“Y’know... You might be just as much of a mystery as I am, Pretty Bird.”

“I think I’m a pretty open book myself.”

“I think you like to let people think that.”

“And I think you’re just trying to fuck with me. Can we just get to what you came here for? I had a looong day and kinda wanna get some food and some sleep.” Hawks punctuated his words by stretching his arms up high before shedding off his coat, goggles, and headphones. He tossed the coat over the back of his couch and dropped the gear onto the end table. He hoped Dabi would just drop this whole line of thought, take this as some sort of submission, and be satisfied enough to leave. 

Wrong.

“Oh, we can get to that later… You, on the other hand, are much more interesting.” He moved closer, hands coming out of his pockets as he crossed the room to stand a few feet from Hawks. 

“I’d love to be a great host and entertain you, but unfortunately I wasn’t expecting any guests today.” Hawks crossed his arms and watched Dabi carefully, eyes narrowing some in challenge. 

“That’s too bad. You know, I’ve been doing some research on you. I don’t quite think you are who you say you are, Hawks.” The winged-hero tensed just ever so slightly before forcing his muscles to relax some. He didn’t like the way things were going. While Dabi’s fire was his ultimate weakness, he’s sure that he’s fast enough to put a sharpened feather to his throat and end this all here and now than Dabi would be if he wanted to put the spy to an end.

“And who do you think I am then, Dabi?” He raised an unruly eyebrow. His primaries ached to shoot out and end this, poised at the ready.

Dabi blinked slowly, bright turquoise eyes disappearing for a moment before shining under heavily lidded eyes. His grin stretched a bit wider, tugging on where healthy skin met the grafts. 

“I think you aren’t the hero you put out there… Or the person you say you are. You like to say a lotta nothin’ don’t you?” Dabi stepped closer and Hawks’ fingers twitched but his arms remained crossed.

“I think you like to pretend to be this airhead bird. Like to use that name. Like to look like you’re the perfect little hero... You’re good at it, too. You aren’t though, are you… Takami Keigo.” 

Hawks had a primary feather in each hand, on pressed to Dabi’s throat. It pressed in just enough to draw some blood from the marred skin grafts. He could feel the heat radiating from Dabi’s skin and particularly from the small flames in each of his palms, but the villain made no move to use it against him. He just continued to grin. 

“What’s the look of surprise there, Birdie?” Dabi purred. 

“How do you know that name?” He demanded, crowding further into Dabi’s space. 

“Like I said, I did my research. Now unless you want to end up on the crispy side of cooked, I’d ease the fuck up,” Dabi’s voice took on a slight bite towards the end and his grin lessened. “And here I was going to tell you that you can meet the boss finally. Thought you might be real League material.”

Hawks instincts and mind screamed to press the sharp feather further or at least hold his position, demand answers. His judgment told him to ease off and soften the feathers once more. Hawks didn’t move too far from Dabi, though the primary feathers in his hands softened and returned to his wings. The heat radiating off Dabi died down along with the flames in his hands. Steam left his skin as he killed the flames. 

“Much better… We don’t want any incidents like that when you get to meet the boss, right? You’re lucky I’m a lot more patient.” Hawks wasn’t sure what this was all about but didn’t argue with him on that point.

“Glad to see your fake little hero persona is starting to crack.”