#Stay awesome! ☽

[v-lustale]

[jasmines-library]

hello darling🤭i live here now, hope you don’t mind🤭🙏

I was wondering if you would mind writing smth with the batfamily having a danish sibling, or maybe jason or dick having a gf who knits/crochets a lot, and then the gf shows up with personalised gifts for everyone?

this is oddly specific and you don’t have to do either but i’m addicted to your writing😞🙏

love, ur robin <3 !!!

Arts and Crafts

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Note: Hello my lovely! sorry this took a hot minute...I have so much in my inbox right now it's insane, but you guys are awesome. I hope this is okay, I tried my best with the Danish words, there aren't many of them and I also had to use online sources so I hope they're correct. Please tell me if they're wrong. I hope you enjoy!

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“Move out of the way!” Dick barged past his brother who was clearing up the room much too slowly for his liking. He took the pile of books out of Damian’s hands and began placing them back on the shelf, making sure that each of the spines lined up perfectly.

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I really don’t think she's going to notice if the spines aren’t matched up, Grayson.”

“You don’t know that.” Dick practically snapped as he darted across the room to adjust the curtains for the fiftieth time that day. 

You were coming over for dinner, and Dick felt the need to make sure that everything was perfect. It's not like you hadn’t met his family before. In fact, you often asked after his brothers and had spent countless hours chatting away to them over a good book or a movie. However this was the first time you had been around: you had caught a rather nasty cold and so had decided to stay home. But, being the perfectionist he is, Dick felt the need to make everything perfect for you. It was overkill in Damian’s opinion, but he just shrugged and let him get on with it. 

The doorbell rang and was shortly followed by the sound of Dick’s shoes against the wooden floorboards as he raced to beat Alfred to open it. When he did open it he was greeted by the sight of you smiling. You were bundled up in a coat and a scarf that covered the lower half of your face as you sheltered from the biting cold, but as you gazed up at him, he could see the corners of your lips turned up in one of your smiles that he loved dearly. 

"Min elskede.” You greeted him as he removed and hung up your coat as you unwound your scarf to hand beside it. 

“Hi my lovely.” He placed a kiss on your forehead softly. “What’s all that?” He asked, gesturing to the neatly wrapped gift parcels that were poking out of your bag.

“Gifts.” 

Dick turned it head. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You shrugged, picking up the bag with one hand and lacing the fingers on your other with Dicks. “I know, but I wanted to. Besides, I had plenty of time to do it.”

He kissed you again as he led you into the living room. “You’re too good for me.”

“Y/N!” Tim called out from across the room, standing up to hug you. He had grown rather fond of you. “How have you been? It’s so nice to see you again. I was beginning to think that Dick was going to go mad if he had to go another day without constantly seeing your face.”

“Hej, Tim. It’s good to see you too.” You chuckled.

Deciding to take a seat next to Dick after he informed you that dinner would be a little wait, you settled the bag between your legs, propping it up with your feet so that it didn’t fall over. At your arrival, the rest of the Wayne’s slowly made their way to the living room to catch up.

You pulled out the first gift from the pile. It was oddly shaped, wrapped in brown paper and adorned with a silk ribbon tied into a large bow. The gifts caught the boy’s eyes and they leaned closer as you handed them out: First to Damian, then Jason, Dick and Tim. You even had one for Bruce and Alfred, who were both out of the room for the moment, so you made a mental note to make sure you gave them theirs later. 

Damian tore into his first, peeling away the paper to reveal a black scarf, neatly stitched together with rows of red and green in interlocking loops. He unravelled it to reveal its full length and grinned at the delicate handiwork. 

“You made this?!” Damian exclaimed, turning it over in his hands. 

“Yep.” You hummed “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” He ran over to embrace you in a hug.

Then came Jason who pulled out a red beanie you had crocheted, and Tim who you had crocheted a pair of fingerless gloves and a sleeve for his coffee cup to keep it warm. They were also both very appreciative and their smiles warmed your heart. 

Finally, Dick took time and care to untie the ribbon and peel open the wrapping paper. Inside was a black jumper that you had crocheted for him, on the top was his nightwing logo which you had surface crochet on the top of it. Along the sleeves, you had also added a strip of blue to add a pop of colour. You had been working on it for a little while now and had had a hard job trying to hide it from him whenever he came over. 

“You made this for me?” He asked.

“Of course.” You nodded. “I hope it fits-”

“It’s perfect.” he told you, slipping it on. It fit like a glove. “You didn’t need to do this, Y/n/n… you’ve outdone yourself.” he tugged you to his side tightly. 

“I’m so glad you like them.”

“We love anything you make. They’re amazing.”

“Tak.” You smiled, settling into his side, savouring the feeling of the soft wool against your cheek. He held you close, not quite believing how he had come so lucky to have a girlfriend quite like you.

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@aestheticdaisies @hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @mamapucket @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff

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[asmolfolk]

Boothill Romantic Headcanons.🍓☽。･:*:･

Just a quick heads up: This character had their history and dialogues leaked, if you haven't seen the leaks and don't to be spoiled by the character backstory: Please, save this to read for later! Stay safe! Also, as always: I will always try to make this as neutral as possible. Informations that could potentially be Canon x OC are NOT there (Such as your region, what you work with and etc.) And also, I use He/them for Boothill as I headcanon him as nbmasc!

Fandom: Honkai Star rail. Character: Boothill Idea: "How would the characters be as romantical partners?" TW: SPOILERS! 🍓☽。･:*:･

Boothill

Falling in Love.

Who fell in love first?

He fell first.

If you saw the leaks you know… This man can’t cry, this man lost everything that he once owned. His planet was considered uncivilized from the IPC, he lost everyone he cared about in one day. He became “Boothill”, a cyborg that hated the IPC… And, so, there’s the question: How did you fall for him? He can’t catch this. He doesn’t understand WHY or, better, HOW someone could ever love him. He wasn’t even HUMAN anymore, how could someone love “something” like that? Yet, you came. As a breeze in the summer, as a sweet taste in an unknown mix… You weren’t supposed to have his heart in your hands… But you have. Maybe it was the way you kept on talking to him, kept on helping him out whenever and anywhere. You two started to form some sort of alliance and have someone so pretty, such a pretty pal… Was not okay with his mechanical heart. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

How do they notice they have fallen in love?

He couldn’t understand WHY or HOW he fell in love. But, he realized that when he was talking to you and he started to feel some heat when he saw your smile, heard your laugh or just held your hand, he felt like he could combust. This was enough for him to realize that he liked you, but… Not that he was falling in love. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the details - he knew when he was in love with someone, even if he never felt it so deeply like this. But, even then, it was too early. You had known each other only for a few weeks, he decided to wait… And when he noticed some action on your part or even something that he could be delusional over you liking him back… ONLY THEN, he would confess. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Confession.

Who confessed first?

It depends.

Now, we came into a difficult subject. Even if I said that he would confess… If he never saw something that could clarify his head and to make sure you like him back, he wouldn’t confess. Now, the reasoning: He already lost so much. Somewhere in his head, being with another person can mean a lot of things… And one of them is feeling, he doesn’t know how he will handle not being able to cry, not being able to feel you with all his body. He doesn’t want to make you suffer… So, if he doesn’t see anything: He wouldn’t confess.

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And there he was, overthinking every single little thing that happened in those couple of weeks… And he couldn’t get his head in the problem that he built. Do you love him or not?

He was asking himself this question over every communication that you guys had, he would do anything to try to prove to himself that you don’t. Every action you take, everything that you do… Oh, those little things that he loved. Every single movement was put into his hard drive, his memory wouldn’t let him know how much he loves you… And, just like that…

You don’t know how surprised he was when those words came out of your mouth. He would ask you to repeat your confession, again, again and again… IF only he could cry while listening to you, pouring your heart out to him…. Oh, darling, he loves you way too much. He would immediately hold you and spin you around, he wants you to feel what he can’t… To feel his loving hands holding you just like the awesome, pretty and important lil’ thing.

“Hah, Doll… Didn’t expect ya’ to be so forward… Are my actions not enough answer? I want ya’ too. I love ya’… And I don’t think I will ever feel something like this again.” - He said, his words were sugarsweet and held a sincerity that no one could ever see before.

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Now… What if he confesses first? What could potentially happen if Boothill decides: “Fudge this! Let’s do it”?

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 You knew something was happening when Boothill was not looking directly at you. They seemed to be a bit off today, holding a box that he seemed to grip a bit too strongly while they guided you to a private place.

 It was one of the calmest day in your life… For once, you could enjoy their company happily. You two were alone, sitting close to the hill while looking at the sky… It was already night, but, somehow, you didn’t feel tired.

“Darlin’...” - They called, seemed to be thinking a bit too much before they let the box right in your lap - “Juss’ wanna make sure you… Understand it.”

 When you opened the box, it had everything you talked to them about. Every item you liked, every item you told them you would love to receive from a boyfriend… For a second, you thought they misunderstood you until you reached for a letter, it had their black lipstick and just a simple phrase: “Wanna be my partner forever?” with a silly doodle of them.

 They, seeing your reaction, would say; “Just to make sure: It’s romantical alright? I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for some friend… Just for you.”

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Language of Love.

What's their language of love?

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Quality of Time, Gifts and Words of Affirmation.

Now, HEAR. ME. OUT. This dude, this bro, this cowboy bebop!!!!! They want NOTHING but you to be happy, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT: YOU GET! THEY DON’T SEE REASONS OR ANY ARGUMENT FOR NOT MAKE YOU THEIR QUEENIE/KINGIE/ROYAL! The truth is: Boothill feels like his words, his time and gifts are the only thing that he can do to make things “better”. He can’t… Feel you the way he wants, he can’t cry for you, he can’t provide you with those things - so he provides you with things he can. He can tell you how pretty you are, how amazing you are, how everything you do is incredible. He can gift you - He can give you anything you want, he can go into an adventure and come back with so many gifts that your house gets flooded with them. He normally comes home with a lot of gifts, so: When you pull for him, remember that! He also makes sure to spend lots and lots of time with you. Always making sure for you to feel loved and unmatchable!

“Ma doll, didn’t expect you to be here so soon! Well, look at the goods I got ya. Hm, hm… Yeah, I know that it’s too much, but all of them remind me of ya’ pretty face. Especially those lil’ cat cakes thingies.” - They would chuckle as he saw your reaction… It was those moments that made him sure: He may have lost his family but he found a new one.

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Reaction of your language of love.

Lemme tell you one thing: He doesn’t care, he is gonna take all of your love like the greedy robocop he is. He says he doesn’t have a preference and he is going to love everything you give to him, but the truth is: NOTHING shows him more love than you just being yourself. Not you trying to make him feel loved or anything, just you being you. You doing things you love, you talking to people about your favorite things… All those little situations are enough for him. He loves it. But, being honest here… I think he loves the way you touch his face - THIS MAN IS TOUCH STARVED - it’s actually the only place he can feel. He feels like - for just a moment - you two could be a normal couple. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

As boyfriend/partner.

How do they treat you?

Do I need to repeat myself? HE LOOOVES YOU SO SO MUCH! He is 100% one to take you out to many different places just because he wants to see you smiling for a bit. When you two start dating, he seems to be on cloud 9 for the first time in forever… He is still asking you to repeat those three words that make his mechanical heart plump as if it was human's. He still asks you to accompany you instead of asking you for a date. Give him a bit of time, he’s still understanding that you truly accepted his confession and that you didn’t leave him behind. Sometimes, when you two sleep close or together he stops everything he’s doing just to observe you, to have every moment with you in his memory card. In those moments, he normally notices: “You are real, THIS is real.” You would receive double the care on those moments, being treated just like the sweet lil’ thing you are. He would say some corny shit, I will admit. He is the type to make jokes just to crack a smile on you, he is also always trying to make you feel lighter - feel like you have no such thing as a sad day and to make you… Feel like you could fly, be free for once.

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Jealous.

 I’ll tell you: I THINK HE’S A JELLY GUY!  Boothill gets jealous more to think: “You are going to leave him for someone that CAN feel you.” and he just can’t let that happen, right? He wants to be with you and he is scared that, maybe, you will come to the realization that you aren’t interested in this mess anymore.  He is a scared man, scared of losing the only family he has left.

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Resume.

As a boyfriend, Boothill is a sweet and loving one. Yeah, you guys can have REALLY nasty discussions that can only result in both of you getting hurt, but, HE IS ALWAYS THE ONE to come up to you - telling you that you two need to talk without fighting. He is also someone who will cherish you. As I’m married to him I can assure you: He is going to be a perfect hubby… You just need patience!

[banj0possum]

Hiii! Could you please do a scenario where the reader is gushing over a fictional character and saying stuff like how hot they are and that they (reader) want to marry them (fictional character). And then the reaction of your characters to all that (specifically darik and hallow I think were the names) thanks!!

When Their Darling Simps For A Fictional Character

My OCs x GN Reader

hey silly billys !! ill be on a little hiatus for a bit because ill be visiting family <3 thank you for all the love yall have given me and my characters!

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Adrian sees you on your phone and smiling at...a cartoon character??

Over the course of the week, he teases and makes fun of you for it, but quickly goes through the stages of grief over how he's not getting your attention as much as before.

At first, he denies that he's jealous of a fucking picture, but that denial is soon forgotten once he hears you comment about how hot they were and he's fuming.

He'll try any way to get you to pay attention to him, slap your phone out of your hand, throw balls of paper at you, anything to make you stop ogling over that dumb character and be with him!!

"Stop looking at that stupid fanfiction and pay attention to me!"

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Brandon is not hiding the fact that he's jealous.

I mean he's trying, but you can clearly see he has beef with your fictional husbando.

He goes home and does research on the character, asking you all casual sounding what you like about them and change a bit of his style depending on your answer.

If you like how masc they are, he's gonna show off his muscles more during training, take off his shirt drenched with sweat in front of you, anything he can think of to make you think he's more manly and therefore more worthy of your love and attention.

"Hey (Y/N)! Check out my new haircut! You know, it kinda reminds me of that character you like right?...right?"

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Valeth brought you a few books to read and he notices you taking a liking to a certain character in one of them.

You tell him how dreamy and attractive the character is and how awesome they are, and he's trying not to grab your little book and throw it in the fire.

He would never want you to hate him for destroying something you love but goddAMN would it be satisfying.

He makes sure to note what characteristics you like about them and see if he can display them himself.

The big orc would even try to hide your book in a high shelf so you can't read it and pay attention to this fictional character instead of him :(

"Duckling? How about you put down that book and we prepare dinner together? I've missed spending time with my love~"

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Bo hates it. But he stays quiet about it, there's no way he can tear apart something that doesn't exist...

He's really salty and a bit whiny about it, begging you to compliment and love on him instead.

"Why settle for some fake when ya got the real thing right 'ere darlin'?"

Ribs is tearing apart anything that depicts the character. Say goodbye to your comic books or magazines.

He just throws a little pouty tantrum because you love someone that isn't the horde.

"You're our mate! Now please come here so I can hug you!" >:I

Soda is sitting across from you as you ramble about how cool this character is and he's not listening at the slightest. Fuck this guy, who even are they???

After you're done, he crawls up to you and pulls you into a tight cuddle.

"Thats nice...can we go back to kissing now?"

Screw just thinks you like the merch and not the character so he collects anything with your favorite character on it.

However, the others get mad at him for it and explain. Screw then takes it all away and hides it somewhere you'll never find.

"mmm I think we're cooler.."

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Wolfie isn't happy. He takes whatever thing you have of your character, and he rips it to pieces.

You run after him as he has your treasured item in his mouth and you hear his muffled laughing as he shakes his head around, ruining it..

He makes it his mission to jump in your lap whenever he sees you gushing about your little character, or pawing your face so you can look at him and love him now. It's been 5 minutes (Y/N)! It's his turn!

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Dorik's eye twitches as he watches you smiling and giggling over some picture. What's so good about it anyway?

He tries to get your attention on him by being extra obedient, making your favorite food, turning on your favorite movie for the both of you to watch, running you a hot bath, anything to make you praise him and not that stupid little image!

He almost settles to whining and begging for your attention, asking why and how you like this drawing and not him! He's your loyal servant after all!

"Master! They don't deserve someone as wonderful and perfect as you! Let's just eat dinner together and forget about them!"

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Kalva is a bit like screw and supports your interest in the character, but only if you praise him for finding little trinkets and stuff of them.

He loves seeing you happy, even though he hates the fact that you talk about them like they're your mate or something, but that's nonsense, he's your mate!

There will not be anything of that character in your shared bed/nest. You have a personal space for them, but your bed is special to only you and him.

He coos to sleep next to you, mumbling about you possessively while he huddles close to your warmth.

"Cute mate, my little mate, you're my mate! My happy little darling!"

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Jasper wouldn't really care unless you directly tell him you like them better than him then he's committing a war crime.

If he hears you saying you want to marry them, he's stealing all your merch of the character and burning them.

He might distract you with Jonesy like pushing a glass off a table and framing it on the cat so you could stop paying attention to your fanfics or whatever.

"H-hey, Jonesy's on the table again...maybe you should switch apps...take some pictures.."

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Viktor tries to stay cool but deep down, he's very very jealous of how much you like this character.

He's one of the only ones to actually confront you about it and he's adorable whilst doing so.

"M-my dear, maybe you should read some other books? I-I know how much you love that one but maybe uhm..we could read one together?"

Garrick doesn't even hide his hatred towards them, he insults and belittles them every chance his gets.

Why be interested in someone like them when you got 3 supernatural men hopelessly in love with you?

"Oh they're strong? Bet I could beat em in a fight. Can they turn into a bat? Probably not..I can though!"

Silas ignores it, he's sure it's just a little interest that will go away sooner or later.

But if he hears you talking about wanting to marry them, he's sitting you down and asking you why you'd want to do that. He hints a lot about him being a better pick.

"Darling I'm sure you can do better than them..I mean..you sure theres no other..attractive..intelligent and interesting people in your life?.."

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Baron has to keep his cold exterior from breaking every time you ramble to him about your favorite character. He's read the books you've read because he's a creep because he wanted to know you better and he can't help but find some similarities between him and that character of yours.

He wants to speak up about it but he's scared what he might imply. A bit of him is a bit flattered that you find people like him hot, maybe he should show off those characteristics more often around you.

"They're uhm..interesting, Boss..sounds a lot like someone I know..."

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Caspian is a whiny bitch when he finds out your liking to that character, he'll try to guilt trip you into dropping your interest in them because 'he should be your only love!'

He'll try his best to get you to look at him instead of that ugly little book.

"You love them more than me don't you? You're so very mean sometimes my treasure!"

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Hallow is hiding the book, no ifs, ands or buts. He's not letting some big strong hero protagonist person take up your attention. If you try finding it, he's ripping it up and disappearing for days.

He'll be extra cuddly to you from then. He'll make sure he's the one who makes you happy, not your other little friend.

"I'll give it back to you doll, if you give me a kiss~"

[happysparklingshadows]

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘 + 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 (’96)

Warnings: Gore, Drug use, Being high and having sex, Smut, Mentions of threats of suicides and self hard, Cannibalism, and mature themes.

Note: So sexy and so hard to write for lol! I hope you like this! @zhivaxo​ @g1rlsriot

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Natalie is such a simp. They will hug you randomly, hold your hand while walking, kiss you when you aren’t paying attention, and draw shapes into your arm while you go to bed. Natalie will do anything for you if it would make you happy and make you stay. Natalie is very intense when she wants to be. Nat doesn’t care if it’s too much, she knows you understand her as she understands you, and she doesn’t care if it scares you. Nat whispers sweet nothings in your ears while you cuddle or when she holds you while you want the hunt beside her. Natalie is a huntress and will fight for you and with you to understand that she is your protector and provider. I just want you not to get worried if Natalie comes to you with wide manic eyes and tells you how much she loves you, how pure you indeed are, and how good you are. You are her purpose. 

Blood: How messy are they willing to get regarding their darling?

Natalie isn’t afraid to do anything to protect and keep her favorite person. But Natalie wouldn’t want you to see her like this, violent and ruthless, so she does any fights or killing behind your back. Nat is more willing to control the situation to keep you than to kill someone. Natalie is the one who comes up with the tiger pits and how they will hunt each other in the wilderness, she doesn’t mind if you are fed and full. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Fuck no. Natalie wouldn’t kidnap you but keep you in an invisible cage beside her. You can’t leave her. She doesn’t mock you because she doesn’t want you to leave her. She doesn’t want to give you a reason. 

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She would pressure her into having drugs with her. I can see her making you take acid and have a wonderful time and telling you in a vulnerable state that you two were born for each other and were meant to be together now. And you would believe it wholeheartedly, and it would lead to having some awesome high sex. 

“You’re so beautiful…” You sigh as you run a finger down her nose to her lips. An aura shines off of Natalie that is like a rainbow of love radiating off of her. Her baby blue eyes stare into your face with a soft fondness. “God, princess, you are so fucking gorgeous.” 

She rolls on top of you on the bed, and you giggle as you wrap your arms around her neck to kiss her lips. It felt like heaven to touch her. It tingled your fingertips to feel her; it felt like you were in the best place in the world in her arms. Natalie kisses you and lays her body weight onto yours, her pelvis against yours. 

She rolls her hips against yours and sighs; she looks into your blown-out eyes and says as she rubs against yours deliciously, “You were born for me, do you feel it? We were meant to be here.” 

“Yes,” You moan and kiss her lips sloppily as your hand claws into her shirt to let you feel her skin against your lips. 

“Fuck, yes.” Natalie whimpers as she rocks her hips and hitches when you roll back against her. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Teen Natalie would expose her whole heart to you, and she would just love you seriously as she does with Travis. Because Travis isn’t messing with her heart, Natalie feels safe with you and lets you express everything. Everything in the relationship is codependent, and every thought, feeling, and sense is shared. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

I feel like Natalie is not pretty in a fight. I feel like Teen Natalie has an extremely anxious attachment style and will do anything to keep you by her in a fight. If you leave for air, you are abandoning her. If you sigh, you don’t care anymore. If you look away, you don’t want her. She will say some evil shit in a fight to keep you in front of her fight because at least you are still engaging with her. I see Natalie have tears in her eyes, wrapping her arms around you to stop you from leaving and begging you to stop, begging the world to stop. 

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, she is very deadass about everything with you. You are her world, and she doesn’t think you even moving an inch is a funny matter. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

She will export her mental illness and threaten to harm herself to various degrees to keep with her. She knows it's fuck up, but it doesn’t fucking matter if you are still with her. 

Lies to you about where the meat came from. It came from your best friend, and she fed it to you in the eyes of it being deer meat, that it was nothing to worry about. You were losing too much weight. You would learn in the morning the truth, and it breaks something inside of you.

 “Get the fuck away from me!” 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! Please, listen to me!” 

“NO! HOW DARE YOU!” You sobbed violently out in the winter air. The scraps of your best friend on top of a pile of burnt wood and a dead fire. She was cooked. The one who braided your hair, let you cry on her shoulder, talked to you about boys and gossiped about girls with, laughed with, grieved with, the girl you went to pre-school with, and survived a plane crash together. She is gone. You told her goodnight, and now she is dead and gone in the morning like she was nothing but a deer in the woods. 

Gone into your stomach and is digested. You broke her down in your stomach and carried her life inside you. 

“Please! You were starving, and you were going to die!” 

“I WOULD HAVE RATHER DIED!” You cried hysterically as the other girls circled the porch, watching as you died inside. 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Natalie doesn’t have a clean-cut plan because she doesn’t have one for herself, let alone her life with you. I see her getting with you in the wilderness, it allows her to be gay and let go of a lot of her comfort, so she just wants to live to see the next day. She doesn’t want to live without you, but it is too painful for Natalie to think about a life IF they get rescued, which is getting bleaker by the minute. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Natalie gets jealous, but she copes pretty well. I think Natalie would just try harder to get your attention because, of course, others want you. You are you. It doesn’t feel well, and she wants to fucking cut them open, but she just moves on from it quickly because it’s her that you sleep with at night. 

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Being with Natalie is like that puppy dog “us against the world” love; she treats you like this precious person. You are her favorite person and her only comfort. I believe Natalie has Bpd and would put her partner on a pedestal, always returning to them repeatedly. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You and Natalie were always friends on the team, and you were friends with Shauna and Jackie more than her. And when the crash happened, and you two were the best shots in the team, you two naturally become closer when you are hunting together. You smoke some pot, and things just happen from there. 

Sitting in the plane that almost killed you doesn’t seem to have the dreading and glooming aura it usually does, all because of the girl in front of you rolling a joint. 

You giggle as you watch her lip the paper. You watch her twist the paper gently to close it up for you both to smoke it. She lifts and places the joint to your lips and smirks slightly.

“Okay, pretty princess, take it easy and suck in slowly.” She rasped to you as she lit the end with her lighter, her eyes flicked back up to your eyes. 

As she said, you suck in the joint with your eyes looking down at hers. You wanted to kiss her and have her eyes on you constantly.  

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from how they act around everyone else?

No, Natalie is just Natalie. She doesn't like masking and acting “formal” or “professional” because it is just not her vibe. Natalie is straight up with her feelings, and Nat would never act out of line. She just does her own thing. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Natalie is into spanking her partners, and she wouldn’t be above tying you up if you were very rotten. But if it was something small, she just rolls her eyes and makes a snarky comment but gets over it. 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

None, except your free will to leave the relationship. She will do anything and threaten anyone to keep you. 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Natalie usually needs to be more patient, but she tries her hardest with you. She gives you time to figure out her instructions, or when you're lining up a shot, or you try to figure out how to grab the antler of a buck you have killed together. Inside Natalie, it feels like a little kid stomping their feet, begging you to hurry up with things in your relationship. She wants to say I love you in the first few days, she wants to have sex very soon, and she wants to have some proof of devotion to your relationship very early. But she understands, and it happens when you are ready to do anything like that with her. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I believe you and Natalie made a pact to never kill yourselves no matter what happens because you two must live together and keep going on. If you die, she would have to move on because of the pact, but she would never find someone again because of all the trauma of losing you and probably eating you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Natalie would feel bad for how she acts sometimes because she can’t control herself. She feels like a fucking weird imperfect freak that can only fuck things up. That said, Natalie will never let you go because of that. You are the only thing she hasn’t fucked up. 

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood. I think that Natalie growing up in an abusive low-income home, with parents beating each other and being the worst versions of themselves, really affected Natalie’s idea of love. She always knew her parents were horrible to each other. She would watch princess movies with her parents' screams echoing in the kitchen. Nat always wanted to find an escape, someone to save her, some kind of Prince to come by and save her. As she grew up, she grew bitter at the idea and didn’t even like men if they were anything like her dad. Most are like her dad in her eyes. It became more significant; Nat needed something bigger and more consuming than just being together. Marriage meant nothing to her, but being stuck and interconnected with someone else was all she wanted—someone who couldn’t leave her and someone who would love her. 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Horrible. Terrible. Natalie would start to cry and try desperately to fix the issue, explain herself, anything. If it were just out of a need to release a feeling, she would be beside you, letting you vent anything you need with a hand on your back. She loves you so much, and it hurts her to see you cry. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic Yandere?

I think that Natalie is not all that uncommon, and her tendencies seem more like a more extreme relationship with someone with Bpd (as someone with bpd), and it would be something that Natalie would try to suppress as much as possible. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit to escape?

Boozes, weed, and her fear of abandonment. She would fold to what you wanted her to do if you mentioned or implied any of them. You can leave her if you need to “escape” from her, but she will always find her way back to you and her together. 

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Emotionally, never physically. Natalie would though some things from her past, how you don’t love her enough, and she would just though things you would never want to hear from someone you love. She has terrible impulse control.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

The ends of the fucking earth. She would do anything for you and fucking hurt, burn, stab, and destroy whatever has to do for you. Nothing will stop her. No morals, laws, or ethics could make her slow down with her goal. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It takes a couple of days to realize and then act on her urges. 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Co-dependence and drug use. I feel like weed and alcohol, and more profound drugs to exploit your vulnerability and love. The events of the wilderness make it impossible for you two not to build a codependent relationship because it is us against the world. 

Yandere Level

 8/10 (You are very aware that you are in a codependent relationship that leads to the toxic side sometimes, but you don’t know how far Natalie will actually go for you) 

Freedom Level

8/10 (You have your own life but Natalie would like to be not that far behind. She doesn’t overstay her welcome but is always at a arms length distance for you to have her)

Lottie  ✿  Misty  ✿

[ghostblade-official]

Who Are You?

(Made by moi, inspired by @serenastark-official ‘s super awesome mood board!)

(Apologies in advance for the sheer length of this! I’m unsure how to link things so this is the only way I could get it done <3)

A/N: Also apologies if this changes, OCs are always changing! (Also my name is Casey! Rp is open in DMs as well. No minor/adult ships, no pro ship. Fighting and stuff is allowed. Love you all!)

Finnian’s Character Playlist!

☾ 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ☽

╰┈☆ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 ☆┈╯

⟾ Finnian “Finn” Holloway Barnes

⟾ 14

⟾ HYDRA controlled experiment

⟾ “Ghost Blade”

╰┈☆ ℍ𝕐𝔻ℝ𝔸 ☆┈╯

⟾ Codename: Ghost Blade

⟾ Cryogenic sleep victim

⟾conditioned/programmed

⟾ attempting to break free

⟾ Trigger words: Shadow, Silence, Eclipse, Revenant, Null, Vanish, Oblivion, Hollow

╰┈☆ 𝔸𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤/𝔼𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 ☆┈╯

⟾ Invisibility

↳ He can render himself mostly invisible to the naked eye, essentially “phasing” out of sight. His body, clothes, and anything he is touching will disappear, leaving no visible trace.

↳Mechanics: Infrared sensors and advanced tracking tech can locate him. He becomes invisible on instinct rather than on will— when feeling anxious, threatened, or overwhelmed, his body will often flicker or phase out. This lack of control causes further isolation.

↳Side effects: Staying in his invisible form for extended periods leaves him drained both physically and mentally. After some time, he will become dizzy and it will get worse the more he tries to sustain the invisibility.

↳Experimental Procedures and its side effects: Hydra exposed Finn to biochemical and enhancements that were aimed to alter his DNA structure. These “treatments” allowed him to disperse or phase his molecules on will. The experimental cocktail included gene-editing viruses combined with advanced nanotechnology injected into his bloodstream. It altered him and allowed him to manipulate his intangibility and visibility.

➢ The repeated treatments left his body in a constant state of flux, causing him to feel detached and “unreal.” The modifications weren’t perfected, which is why his powers sometimes activate involuntarily, and he suffers from exhaustion and mental strain when using them.

⟾ Retractable Arm Blades

 ↳ Finn has two razor-sharp blades embedded in his forearms, which he can extend and retract by flexing certain muscles in his arms. These blades are a little over a foot in length and made from a reinforced, near-indestructible alloy.

↳ Mechanics:  The blades are housed within Finn’s forearms, embedded beneath the muscle and aligned along the bones. When activated, they extend outward, emerging just past his wrists. This design offers better stability and control, as the forearm placement allows the blades to be longer and more durable without compromising his wrist flexibility.

↳ Side effects: they add weight to his arms, causing fatigue after prolonged use. Finn is also sensitive to cold weather, as the metal affects circulation around the forearm area. The installation of the blades left visible scars on his forearms, making them a constant reminder of Hydra’s hold on him. Repeated usage causes strain on his arms, resulting in soreness and occasional bleeding from the incision points. He tries to use the blades sparingly, both because of the physical toll and his resentment toward the violent purpose Hydra had designed them for.

↳Experimental Procedures and Side Effects: Hydra surgically implanted retractable blades into Finn’s forearms. The blades are made of a high-strength alloy, specifically engineered for durability and ease of deployment. To make them functional, Hydra installed mechanisms in his arms, with nerve links that allow him to control the blades with specific muscle contractions.

➢ The surgery was traumatic, involving significant tissue damage and painful rehabilitation to ensure the blades functioned as intended. The scars remain visible reminders of Hydra’s control over him, and Finn often feels phantom pain from the nerve-dense areas around the implants.

⟾Enhanced Senses

↳ Hydra enhanced Finn’s sensory perception, particularly his vision and hearing, to support his role as a stealth operative. His vision is sharper than average, allowing him to see with clarity at both great distances and in low light. His hearing is similarly acute, capable of picking up subtle sounds from a distance.

↳ Mechanics: His senses operate like a heightened state of alertness, constantly absorbing details in his surroundings. This makes him exceptionally skilled at observing environments and detecting movement, even in near silence. His enhanced hearing is especially useful, allowing him to pick up on whispered conversations or approaching footsteps.

↳ Side Effects: His hypersensitivity often makes crowded or noisy spaces overwhelming, as he struggles to tune out background noise. This sensory overload can lead to headaches or anxiety, forcing him to withdraw. He’s also prone to sensory “burnout” if he has to remain focused for too long, which leaves him temporarily dulled and disoriented.

↳Experimental Procedures and Side Effects: Hydra enhanced Finn’s senses using a combination of gene therapy and sensory implants that amplify the nerves connected to his eyes and ears. This treatment pushed his body beyond natural limits, making his vision sharper and his hearing extremely sensitive.

➢ The heightened senses are a double-edged sword, as Finn is often overwhelmed by his surroundings and finds himself unable to tune out background noise or visual stimuli. Hydra conditioned him to use these senses as tools, but in normal life, they make it challenging to relax or feel at ease.

⟾Combat Skills

↳ Finn was rigorously trained in hand-to-hand combat, stealth, and evasion techniques. His training was intended to make him an infiltrator and silent eliminator—skills that make him a formidable fighter despite his young age.

↳Mechanics: Hydra focused on agility and precision rather than brute strength, so his style relies on quick movements, accuracy, and evasion. He uses his small size to his advantage, weaving in and out of attacks, striking at weak points, and utilizing his blades with precision.

↳Side Effects: His combat training involved psychological conditioning, which sometimes resurfaces as flashes of instinctual aggression or muscle memory. These impulses unsettle him, as he fears they are remnants of Hydra’s control rather than his own choices.

↳Experimental Procedures and Side Effects: Hydra trained Finn extensively in hand-to-hand combat, infiltration tactics, and evasive maneuvers. The training was brutal and relentless, aimed at breaking down his will and rebuilding him as an obedient soldier. He endured rigorous drills, simulations, and mock combat against other captives. To ensure compliance, Hydra utilized a regimen of psychological and physical abuse, forcing him to suppress emotions and prioritize efficiency over empathy. The training created instinctual reflexes and muscle memory that he sometimes taps into unconsciously, especially in high-stress situations.

╰┈☆𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘/ℍ𝕐𝔻ℝ𝔸 ☆┈╯

Finnian “Finn” Holloway’s conditioning was brutal and meticulously engineered to forge a weapon devoid of individuality and emotional connections. Hydra’s experiments with Finn began when he was a young child, having been forcibly taken from his family in the early 1940s. This is a breakdown of how Hydra severed his ties to his past and molded him into a ghostly operative they could control.

⟾ Timeline

↳ The Abduction: Finnian was taken from his family in New York during the 1940s. Hydra operatives targeted him due to who his biological father was. Initially they targeted his step-father and mother who were remarkable scientists, but they ended up with Finn due to his… sacrificial tendencies.

↳ Cryogenic Suspension: Hydra lacked the ability to keep such young children consistently trained and operational, so they subjected Finn to cryogenic sleep, only waking him when they needed his skills for a specific mission or for reconditioning. This extended his life unnaturally, as he was preserved for decades, occasionally awakened, reconditioned, and deployed, then returned to cryo. This periodic “hibernation” dulled his perception of time, making it impossible for him to understand how much of his life had slipped away in fragments. Each time he woke, he was briefly disoriented, forced to reorient himself to whatever time or place Hydra needed him in.

↳ Surgical Trauma: Hydra conditioned Finn’s body through invasive surgeries and modifications that began shortly after his abduction. As a child, he was subjected to painful procedures to alter his skeletal and muscular structures to accommodate the retractable blades. His body was pushed to its limits through intense physical regimens designed to optimize his movements for stealth and close-quarters combat, transforming his small frame into a highly efficient weapon.

↳ Pain Threshold Conditioning: Finn was trained to withstand pain, and Hydra used this as a method to desensitize him. They subjected him to controlled injuries, testing his reactions and pushing him to disconnect from physical discomfort. By the time he was in his teens, his pain tolerance was unnaturally high, with Hydra successfully numbing his response to physical suffering.

↳ Isolation and Deprivation: In between cryo cycles, Hydra used extended periods of isolation to condition him further. They stripped him of any comfort, human contact, or even familiarity, forcing him into a constant state of disorientation. Hunger, sleep deprivation, and extreme sensory deprivation were also used to break his spirit and reprogram his sense of reality, weakening any attachment to his former self.

↳ Identity Erosion: Hydra purposefully erased any remnants of his former life, stripping him of his name and calling him only by assigned aliases or numbers. They burned photographs of his family in front of him, calling them “illusions” and “fabrications” until Finn began to question his own memories. They rewrote his identity as their ghost operative, telling him his only purpose was to serve Hydra.

↳ Emotional Suppression: Hydra used shock therapy and psychoactive drugs to force Finn to suppress emotions. Any display of fear, empathy, or resistance was met with painful repercussions, conditioning him to view emotions as weaknesses. Hydra also exposed him to horrifying images and missions that desensitized him to violence, making him detached and numb to human suffering.

↳ Hypnosis and Brainwashing: To reinforce Hydra’s control over Finn, scientists would place him under hypnosis, repeating phrases and implanting commands that would override his natural instincts. These sessions often took place after missions or during cryo-wake cycles to refresh his obedience. Under hypnosis, Finn was made to repeat mantras about loyalty to Hydra and his “purpose” as their weapon, embedding these ideas deeply into his psyche.

⟾ Long-Term Effects and Psychological Toll

↳ The psychological effects of Hydra’s conditioning on Finn were profound. His fragmented life—marked by alternating cryo-sleep and forced missions—made it impossible for him to develop a sense of continuity or self. Each waking was marked by disorientation, confusion, and loneliness, which left him feeling like a specter drifting between worlds.

↳ Detachment: Finn became emotionally detached, struggling to connect with others and unable to relate to even his own memories. His mind was haunted by fragmented images of his family and Hydra’s brainwashing, creating an unshakable feeling of emptiness.

↳ Nightmares and Trauma Responses: Finn suffers from intense nightmares and flashes of the conditioning sessions, and the trauma triggers extreme responses. He’s haunted by the cries of other children taken by Hydra, the blinding lights of surgical rooms, and the echoes of his own screams during training.

↳ Difficulty with Autonomy: Even after breaking free, Finn’s conditioning makes him prone to moments of confusion and compliance. The ingrained obedience runs deep, and he sometimes follows commands automatically before realizing he’s no longer under Hydra’s control.

╰┈☆ 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 ☆┈╯

⟾ Physical Build and Posture

↳ Build: Finn has a lean, wiry build with muscle definition that suggests both agility and strength, honed through years of intense physical conditioning by Hydra. He is built less for brute force and more for speed, balance, and stealth, making him seem almost weightless in his movements, as if he’s a shadow flitting across a room.

↳ Height: Standing at about 5’10”, his height is average, allowing him to blend in with crowds and remain inconspicuous. However, his posture and movements give him a presence that’s hard to ignore.

↳ Posture: Finn holds himself with a careful, restrained posture—back straight, shoulders slightly rounded, and limbs relaxed but ready to spring into action. His stance and the way he carries himself reflect years of conditioning, always appearing alert and prepared to either attack or fade into the background.

⟾ Face and Expression

↳ Face Shape: Finn’s face is angular and sharp, with high cheekbones and a strong, defined jawline. His bone structure gives his face an almost haunting quality, like he’s a relic from another era, frozen in time by Hydra’s cryogenic cycles.

↳ Eyes: His eyes are a striking gray, with a hint of cold steel that seems to pierce through people. They are intense yet distant, as if he’s looking past or through his surroundings rather than at them. Dark circles rest permanently beneath his eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights and trauma he’s endured. His gaze often holds an unsettling, almost haunted quality, with moments where his pupils seem to dilate ever so slightly, reacting to unseen stimuli—a lingering effect of his programming.

↳ Eyebrows: His brows are dark and thick, with a natural arch that gives his gaze a permanently intense expression, even when he’s relaxed. They can shift quickly from a guarded, calculating look to one of detached indifference, reflecting his struggle to feel or express true emotion.

↳ Mouth: Finn’s lips are thin and often pressed into a firm, neutral line. Smiles are rare and fleeting, and when they do appear, they carry a tinge of bitterness or irony. His mouth can settle into a grim expression, as if he’s carrying the weight of his past with him in every moment.

⟾ Hair

↳ Color: His hair is a dark, deep brown, almost black, with a few lighter strands that catch the light subtly. Hydra didn’t maintain or care for the appearances of their experiments beyond practical grooming, so Finn’s hair has an unrefined, slightly messy quality.

↳ Style: Finn keeps his hair at shoulder length, with a slightly uneven cut that he trims himself. It has a natural wave, which falls messily around his face, often casting shadows across his sharp features. He wears it half-up or fully down depending on his level of alertness or need for disguise. The longer length and unruly style give him a haunted, nomadic look, like someone who exists outside conventional society.

⟾ Skin and Scars

↳ Skin Tone: His skin is a pale, cool-toned complexion, made more ghostly by the years spent in cryogenic suspension. His pallor almost gives him an otherworldly glow in low light, as if he’s both present and not.

↳ Scars: Finn’s body is riddled with scars from Hydra’s surgeries, training, and combat missions.

➢ Forearms: Two thin, linear scars run along his forearms, where Hydra embedded his retractable blades. These scars are raised slightly, a permanent mark of his enhancements.

➢ Torso and Back: He has surgical scars across his chest and back from various modifications and conditioning implants. The scars form a patchwork on his torso, mostly faded but occasionally red or irritated, especially around scar tissue that didn’t heal properly due to the lack of post-surgical care.

➢ Hands and Knuckles: His hands bear small scars and calluses from years of combat training. His knuckles, especially, have rough skin and faint scars from close-combat conditioning.

⟾ Clothing Style

↳ Preferred Attire: Finn favors dark, functional clothing—simple, unadorned pieces that let him move freely and blend in. He often wears a worn, long-sleeve black hoodie or jacket, layered over a fitted T-shirt or thermal, with reinforced cargo pants that allow for flexibility.

↳ Gloves: He wears fingerless gloves most of the time, concealing the scars on his knuckles and forearms while keeping his fingers free for precise movements.

↳ Boots: His boots are sturdy, lightweight combat boots, weathered from use. They have reinforced soles and ankle support, ideal for running, climbing, and stealth.

↳ Accessories: Finn doesn’t wear any accessories that could be used to identify him or hint at his past. However, he occasionally wraps his forearms in dark cloth or leather to protect his scars and reduce the strain on his embedded blades.

[thatstonedwriter]

Better Love Story than Twilight

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Content; vampirism, romantic relationships, gender neutral, references to blood, some suggestive themes

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There's so much Loona loves about you. The vampirism is a fun perk, though~

First and foremost: Fangs. They're undeniably attractive and in Loona's eyes, you are undeniably attractive. So for her, its like a biblical experience every time she sees you.

You one for carnage and wanna help I.M.P with assassinations? Even better. Not only does Loona get to admire you all day, she gets to see you absolutely eviscerate your enemies

Loona is big on aesthetics, and no matter what yours is, she's going all out. Not to the point where it's too much work or draws too much attention, though. She just wants to be a badass power couple

Due to your aversion to sunlight (no matter how severe), it's likely you'll be spending nights together. Personally, I think Loona is a bit nocturnal. She seems like the kind of person who enjoys the solitude, quietness, and privacy that comes with staying up when everyone else has gone to sleep. If you go to bed early, Loona's happy to allow you to sleep on the bed or on her lap/shoulder while she scrolls on her phone. She just really enjoys the quality time with you.

Do you need blood? If you do, Loona has her ways of acquiring it.. just don't concern yourself with the details. Or the ethics. If you already have your own or happen to not need it as often, that's okay too. It just means the stuff Loona got is your emergency supply.

Loona will always be concerned about your safety, especially if you go out during the day. Everything you could need to keep yourself safe and comfortable has been provided. Loona always carries a change of clothes (that include long sleeves and pants), an extra umbrella, and pain meds, vitamins and water in case you get anemic or have headaches. Safe to say, she carries a backpack with everything you could need... just in case.

Of course, as awesome as vampirism can be, there are definite drawbacks. Loona loves helping you pick outfits.. but because you don't show up in photos or the mirror, Loona can't show you how amazing you look. To make up for it, she tells you. Constantly, so that you never forget it.

As an homage to the platonic version of this post: Blitzo can't really stalk/keep track of yall because you both have heightened senses. It's pretty frustrating for him, but oh well.

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'*•.¸♡ Akito Shinonome x Reader: Late Night HC's!♡¸.•*'

➳ Part - Idk off the top of my head, I'll come back and change this later when I remember

➳ Another thanks to @noverenia for the motivation and the wonderful prompt!

➳ Prompt - A Sleepover with Vivid Bad Squad

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It had been about 5 pm and you were sitting on the couch when you had gotten a notification from An, but instead of it being just a regular text it was in a new group chat?

hyperANtive : Heyyyy

Loves Pancakes More Than Me?? : What do you want.

Kohammy : Yes, An?

Cold Todoroki : What’s up An?

hyperANtive : I was gonna ask if you wanted to sleep over, but nevermind Akito I’ll invite just [Name] instead-

Loves Pancakes More Than Me?? : Fine, whatever. I’ll be there soon.

Kohammy : 😄😅

Kohammy : I’ll be there too, An!

Cold Todoroki : Yes, I’ll also be there soon.

hyperANtive : Okay Awesome!

Even though you haven't chatted in the group you had sent An a separate text asking if it was still okay if you were to come over which she replied almost instantly with a “Yes!!” 

Now it was around 5:15ish when you had made it to An’s house and when you knocked it was actually Kohane who had answered the door as An and Akito were butting heads about something upstairs and Toya was upstairs trying to calm them down. So you put your stuff down where everybody else's stuff was set up and you followed Kohane upstairs and that’s when you saw what Kohane was just talking about. One of your best friends working up your boyfriend with comments about how you wouldn’t show up because you didn’t text back even though she knew full well that you were gonna be there. Akito was still retaliating about how if you knew that he was coming that you were most likely also to come. That’s when Kohane knocked on the door frame of An’s room and that's when they both turned to see you standing with her. Akito immediately cleared his throat and then got up off the ground to give you a hug. Once Toya also came back into the room, that's when he stopped and just stayed to the side of you. The 5 of you stood there for a minute when An suddenly piped up about instead of just standing around how about watching a movie, you all agreed since again what else was there to do, and nobody wanted to stand around this much. So she all led you back downstairs and to the living room where everybody's stuff was also set up. Y’all found a seat on the couch and An picked up the remote and started scrolling through different movies that y’all could watch. Akito was sitting near the corner of the couch and invited you to sit next to him, and as soon as you did he pulled you closer to him which made Kohane giggle a little bit, as Akito was normally not this affectionate with you. Toya sat kinda in the middle of where you were with Akito and Kohane on the ¾ panel of the couch, and with that An sat on the other corner of the couch opposite of you and Akito. The movie started after a couple of trailers but you were to busy messing with your boyfriend and his hair while you were sitting so close to him to realize that it was a really freaking scary horror movie (like any fucking thing you can thing of as scary this shit has it). You had made it maybe the first 15-20 minutes before you started to cling to Akito like he was a life raft about to save your life. He noticed this about the second time you did it and instead of you pulling your head away he just kept it back down on where you had it on his chest. Then he would only let you pick your head up when he said it was okay, trying to make sure that you didn’t see the super scary parts and that you were only getting parts of the movie that you could handle. At the end of the movie you were already so done and just wanted to head to sleep, but An had another idea, but on another movie- luckily this one was a romance and so you could probably just sleep right through it, and about halfway through the movie you did. What you didn’t know is that after you fell asleep Akito put you in a much more comfortable position (for the both of you to sleep in) and then ended up passing out a little after you did. He wasn’t really there for the actual “sleepover” part, he just really wanted to be with you.<3

(Bonus - You found out a couple days later from An the whole reason that Akito and Her were fighting when you walked in, it’s because Akito had already been there and An had left her phone on her bed and suddenly the text from you popped up and he responded before she had even made it back up the stairs, and that's when she realized that Akito had her phone in his hand, and then push comes to shove and they started fighting over that. So as you thought over it again, An never texted you saying to come, It was Akito!)

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Poppy had barely been outside for the past few weeks, she’d ghosted most of her responsibilities outside of the Council and the coven. Unfortunately though life had to resume at some point, she knew that she couldn’t stay cooped up in Altan’s house the whole time, despite her attempts. As she made her way back towards Starlight she saw Jasmine, she gave an awkward wave when she noticed the people with her. “Oh really? How awesome.” Letting some excitement slip out of her voice, she offered her hand to Jasmine’s parents. “I’m Poppy. Poppy Reed.” She greeted. “If you want some help Jas, I have some time?” Offering up incase Jasmine wanted some help showing them around. “I know where all the secret best spots are in town.” She teased. “I’ve lived here most of my life so you get familiar with a place like this.”

@lunarcovestarters

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"Whoa, hey," Leyla stumbled over as one of the patrons of the Daily Drip rammed into her shoulder on their way out. Her hands reached out to catch herself, gripping onto a nearby table to prevent herself from falling flat on her face. Though in doing so, the table shook, spilling the person beside her's coffee over. "Shoot, I am so sorry. Let me get some napkins for you and a free refill on the house," She promised them, sending them an apologetic look as she pulled herself back onto her feet, trying to ignore the slight wince of pain as she did. She had finally recovered from what had happened to her at the Emerald Hotel to the point where she could walk on her own two feet again. But, that didn't mean that she walking well and, as she reached the counter to grab some napkins, she found herself leaning against the counter top to catch her breath.

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"And this is the Seen it Route, or well, uh, the office where people can buy tickets before going on one of our many tours that you are getting for free and as a private one at that," Jas explained. A bright smile breaking across her lips as she turned back towards her dads who seemed to be overwhelmed with pride at the fact that their daughter had started her own business in the town one of them had grown up in. An awkward blush finding its way across her cheeks as her dad told her that she was the spitting image of her mother. "Moving on," She let out a low whistle as she turned to walk them across the Town Green only to bump into yet another face she knew. Her smile tightening as she gave the other an awkward shrug. "Oh, uh, hey. This is, uh, my parents. I'm, uh, showing them around."

[katebishopsbow]

SOMETHING UNHOLY • NEYMAR JR (part i)

pairing: neymar jr x reader (18+)

summary: while babysitting davi, you went up to neymar’s room to get something for the two of you to play with. it turns out that the room wasn’t empty, and you ended up catching neymar doing something unholy.

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), voyeurism, jerking off, choking, praise kink, sir kink, age gap, dirty talking, finger sucking, dom!neymar, babysitter!reader, no mentions of y/n

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An excited squeal was heard before the front door flew open, revealing an ecstatic Davi sprinting toward you to greet you with a crushing hug. “You’re finally here!” he giggled with his face burrowed in your shirt, and you patted the back of his head comfortingly as you told him with a smile, “It’s great to see you too, buddy!”

Upon entering the house, Davi began bombarding you with everything that had happened in his life for the past few weeks, from the science fair he won with his exploding slime experiment, the pretty girl who confessed to him at school, the new video game he received from his mom, to the luxurious fishing trip his dad had taken him over the weekend. 

Being the babysitter of Neymar’s kid had its benefits - one of which was the high-paying salary. It paid relatively well compared to the other babysitting jobs you were offered, in fact, it paid so well that this single part-time job was enough to support all your daily expenses and cover part of your tuition fee. And while you initially accepted the job because of the money, you eventually decided to stay because of Davi.

And also because of Neymar - but that’s beside the point.

“Then Dad belly-flopped into the lake! It was awesome!” Davi’s smile is infectious, his genuine excitement about all the little things in life would always fill you with a sense of serene happiness, and sometimes it felt like he was more of a friend than a kid you babysat for. “Well, your dad’s always been awesome,” you chuckled quietly while switching on the TV, surfing through the channels until Davi’s favorite program was on.

Though the boy was quick to interject. “I don’t want to watch TV today… Let's play football together!” he suggested, his voice laced with so much glee and excitement that you didn’t have the heart to say no to him, even though you had absolutely zero agility and were terrible at football. “Alright, I’ll get the football for us…” you pretended to sound unimpressed, but soon broke out into a wide smile when Davi jumped up from his seat with a victorious chant.

“There’s a football in my dad’s bedroom, he said I could play with it if I want.” You contemplated for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to enter Neymar’s bedroom. While he should have been at practice at this hour, meaning that his room was probably empty, the thought of entering his room just seemed like a violation of his privacy.

But before you could ask Davi if he could get the football himself, he had already sprinted off toward the backyard, leaving you all alone in the living room as he yelled out eagerly, “I’ll wait for you outside!” Not wanting to rain on the kid’s parade, you let out a defeated sigh and got up from the couch.

 “I’ll just go in and out. I’ll not touch anything or look at anything inside,” you mumbled under your breath as you made your way up the stairs, trying to convince yourself that this was no big deal. You were only going into Neymar’s room to get the football for Davi - a fully justified reason. And just like Steve Harrington once said, “I’m stealthy, like a ninja.” You’ll go inside, grab the football, and leave - nobody would even notice you were there.

It was all going to be fine.

Walking down the hallway until you reached the room at the very end, you twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

It was not going to be fine.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw in that room. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach when your eyes landed on Neymar, sitting shirtless on his bed with his trousers unzipped, hands wrapped around his length as he pumped himself at a steady pace. The way his face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together like he was nearing his release, and then the next second his eyes flew open and he was looking at you in utter shock.

Everything was happening so fast that your brain literally short-circuited, like your entire body had shut down and rebooted itself. Every muscle within you screamed at you to flee the room, to get the heck out after walking in on such an intimate moment of his - but almost as if your legs had stopped working, you couldn’t bring yourself to move an inch.

All you could do was stare at him, eyes wide and mouth hung open like a deer caught in headlights. Neymar’s hand came to a halt, his facial expression just as dumbstruck as yours, and you had to force yourself not to glance down at the fingers still wrapping around his hardened length.

You blinked once, twice, and finally were able to collect yourself the best that you could manage. “Sir, I’m so sorry for coming inside your room unannounced. I was just here to get something, and I— I didn’t know that you were going to be in here— normally you’d be at practice so…” you began to ramble, strings of words spilling out of your mouth as you frantically tried to apologize.

“I’m just really really sorry, sir,” you apologized one last time, shoulders slumped and head hanging low from the unbelievable amount of embarrassment you were feeling, and also because you wanted to avoid looking at him and his exposed body. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for Neymar to say something, anything. 

You expected him to scream at you to get out, to lash out at you for entering his room without knocking, to kick you out of the house for violating his privacy like this. But when he stayed silent, not uttering a single word or exploding in anger like you expected him to, confusion began to gnaw at your mind and the silence became unsettling.

Your name suddenly fell from his lips in a hushed whisper, his voice raspy and laced with a strange, unexplainable tone. The call of your name made you glance up, and what was once a look of surprise and puzzlement on his face was now replaced with one of desire - his lips pulled up in a slanted grin, half-lidded eyes gazing into you like he had something sinister in mind, and you could feel your insides stirring when his hands began stroking up and down again.

“Lock the door and come over here,” Neymar whispered in a hushed voice, and while his words were soft and gentle, underneath them all was hiding a sense of authority, so firm and unmoving that you couldn’t help but comply. His piercing gaze never once left you as you turned to shut the door, clicked the lock shut, and slowly walked over to his bed. “Sit.” One word was enough to make you listen, taking a seat on the corner of his bed as if your body was on autopilot.

The rational side of you would’ve made you leave the room ages ago, but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, not when he’s looking at you with unbridled hunger. All you could do was follow his orders and do exactly what he said, like a girl possessed, hypnotized by all that he had, blinded by the need to find out what would happen if you stayed.

Feeling the tension in the air, you swallowed nervously as you desperately tried to figure out what exactly was happening, eyes flickering between his face and the slow pumping of his hand. “Fuck…” he hissed out through gritted teeth, his piercing green eyes now distant and cloudy with lust. “Now watch.”

Every passing second made it harder for you to breathe, to sit still when Neymar’s pleasuring himself right in front of you, and it was damn near impossible to comprehend the fact that he had asked you to stay and watch. Tightening his fingers around his length, he squeezed his throbbing cock as he thumbed his slit in teasing strokes, gathering the precum that had spilled out.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of bending you over and fucking you inside this house,” he exhaled a shaky breath, smirking at the way your breath hitched as the sinful confession fell from his lips. “I’m a sick piece of shit, right? For thinking of my son’s babysitter this way,” he chuckled, but the way his voice sounded didn’t seem like he was at all guilty. 

Words didn’t need to be said for the two of you to know that this was wrong. From the fact that he was jerking off in front of you, the unholy thoughts that he always had whenever you come over, to how you were enjoying all of this no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise. 

Neymar was years older than you. He was in his thirties and you were still in college. He was a world-class football player and you were an ordinary college student still trying to navigate life. Most importantly, he was a father, and you were his son’s babysitter. Your relationship never should have exceeded that, but it did, with him splayed out in his bed, admitting all the filthy thoughts he had of you while you watched him. 

This was wrong - all of this - but neither of you wanted this to stop.

“But you like this shit, don’t you?” he asked you with a knowing glint in his eyes, and the smirk on his lips only seemed to grow wider. You couldn’t find the words to answer him, any sort of coherent thoughts had longed become muddled up inside your head. Though you didn’t have to, because he already knew your answer from the way your breathing picked up and your thighs clenched together. 

“I bet…” he choked out as his head tipped backward, letting out a deep groan while speeding up his hand. “I bet you’d let me fuck you if I asked.” A little gasp escaped your lips, bright eyes flickering with a lustful gleam he had only imagined in the darkest hours of the night. You stayed quiet, nibbling on your lips to prevent the whine lodged in your throat from coming, and that’s all it took for Neymar to know that your answer was a definite yes.

“You’ll let me come inside like a good fucking girl too, won’t you?” The thought alone was enough to make you whimper, clenching your thighs together needily as arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach. Your eyes fluttered closed, allowing the sinful images to plague your mind - god, how you wished those thoughts were reality instead.

You wondered how his lips would taste like, what his reaction would be if he could feel how soaked you were right now, if he would feel as good as you imagined it to be when he finally slid himself inside you, and how he would look when he finally reached his release, emptying himself deep inside you until you milked him of his very last drop. There was nothing you wouldn’t give for all of this to come true, for him to just touch you where you needed.

Fingers suddenly clasped around your throat, pulling you out of your erotic trance and dragging you back to reality - even though the reality you were in seemed more like a fever dream. “Use your words. Yes or no?” he demanded, and he couldn’t help but admire how good you looked with his hands around you - so good for him, so sweet and breedable.

“Yes, sir,” you answer with a soft whimper, head nodding urgently at his previous question while you relish the firm grip on your neck. “Good girl,” he praised you with a smile before releasing his hold on you. There was a warmth that lingered on your skin even after he had let go, and a part of you wished he had kept his hands there longer, that he had squeezed tighter.

“I bet you’d feel so good wrapped around me… and you’ll let me do whatever I want to you…” He continued to pump himself, cock twitching at the sight of you before him - rosy cheeks and glassy eyes, so worked up and so desperate for him to just touch you. “Please…” you huffed out a pathetic plea, hands gripping tightly on the sheets below you, praying that he would do something to ease the aching need between your thighs.

He smiled - not a friendly one, but the same damned teasing grin he always had on - and had the audacity to coo at you as if he thought you were the cutest thing on earth. “Be patient, baby…” You tried to be patient, you really did, but your patience was running low and you were genuinely going to cry if he didn’t touch you soon. 

A few more rough tugs on his cock and he knew he was nearing his orgasm. “Fuck… gonna come…” he grunted out, rocking his hips up unrhythmically to meet his fist as the bed started to shake. All that could be heard inside his bedroom was the wet squelching of him jerking his cock, the quick and shallow breaths of you both, and the broken moans that rumbled in his throat with each frenzied stroke.

“Sir, please.” That simple sentence was enough to shatter him into a million pieces. A pleasured groan pushed past his teeth as his hips thrust up one last time, body seizing up as jolts of electricity coursed through him in waves of pure ecstasy. You weren’t even touching him, but all he could feel was you - everything else faded into darkness.

White ropes of come spilled from his cock, getting all over his skin and dirtying the white sheets below him. His mouth fell agape, throwing his head back as your name fell from his lips like a mantra, calling you again and again until he completely emptied himself into his fist.

You watched as he fell apart in front of you, refusing to take your eyes off him even for just a second while he drowned in the endless sea of pleasure. “Fuck… that felt so good,” he spoke in a soft murmur, stroking his cock lazily as he collected some of the come splattered on him with his fingers.

Leaning closer to you, he lifted his hand to your lips and pushed his fingers inside your mouth, groaning with satisfaction at the sinful sight - your lips wrapped around him, so good for him, so eager to please. “There you go, my good little girl…” You moaned at the praising nickname he had for you, twirling your tongue around him and enjoying the taste of him.

A strange silence fell upon both of you after he pulled out his fingers, neither of you was saying anything and all you could hear was your own heartbeat drumming in your ears and the ragged breath of Neymar. You could feel his stare on you, dragging his gaze down to your lips, and you wondered if he was going to kiss you.

He leaned in, so close to you that you could almost feel his hot breath fanning against your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut instinctively, but instead, he tilted his head and placed a chaste kiss on your left cheek. 

“I’m off to practice now,” he whispered into your ear, voice low and raspy, and proceeded to get up from his bed. You looked at him with utter confusion, the gears in your head still turning as you struggled to process what exactly had just happened. Was he seriously going to leave? Right now? What about you? 

The ache between your legs only seemed to grow, and the frustration building in your chest was beginning to grow as well, really quickly. “But… Sir…” you tried to think of something, but had no idea what you were even supposed to say in a situation like this.

The smirk evident on his face meant that he knew exactly what he was doing, and was well aware of how mean he was being to you, but he was doing it nonetheless. “Keep being a good girl for me, and maybe next time I’ll give you a little reward.” Sending you a wink, he pulled on his jersey and exited the room.

This motherfucker.

[sainzfilm]

💌 christmas cards - lewis hamilton 💌

summary: spending christmas in the hamilton household was always fun, especially when it comes to planning surprises for your children. but, what if you have a surprise for him under the tree?

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Looking over at your shoulder, you smiled to yourself as you watched your husband fix the gifts under the tree, “I’m surprised the twins and Lucas didn’t have wishlists this year.”

“I bet because we’re awesome parents,” Lewis teased, walking over to you and kissing your temple, “I’m sure they’ll like the Disneyland tickets we’re getting them.”

“You know Amelia and Jamie are probably going to beg for a puppy,” You replied, pulling the cookies out of the oven, “Then you’re going to have a hard time saying no.”

Sitting on the kitchen island, Lewis scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, “Me? Tsk, I can say no to them easily.”

“Oh really now, Mr. Hamilton?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing a plate off the rack and transferring the cookies on it, “How about…all the instances they asked for something and you caved?”

Shrugging, Lewis grinned and reached over to snatch a cookie and munching on it, “Okay fine, maybe I do have a weak spot for my girls.”

“Now go wake the kids up,” You dusted your hands off, setting the food on the table, “It’s nearly midnight, keeping up traditions.”

Lewis nodded, jumping off the island and jogging up the stairs to wake the kids in their room. Letting out a deep breath, you sat on the couch and stared at the pictures hanging on the wall. Perfect husband, perfect life, perfect family – how could you ever ask for more?

As the children ran down the stairs, Amelia squealed and climbed on your lap, “Are we going to open presents now, mommy?”

“Not yet, love,” You laughed, wrapping your arms around her, “It’s only 11:45 pm.”

Lucas sat on the floor, cuddling Roscoe and frowned, “That’s only 15 minutes to go! Can’t we open our presents now?”

“What mommy says, we do,” Lewis chuckled, walking in with Jamie in his arms and sitting down on the couch across you, “Plus, I’m sure it’s worth the wait.”

“What’d you get us?” Amelia asked, playing with your fingers, “Did we get a puppy?”

“That’s for me and daddy to know,” You teased, side-eyeing Lewis and turning back to your 3-year-old, “Plus, we already have Roscoe, love.”

Roscoe barked, walking over to you and nuzzling your hand. As the clock chimed midnight, Lewis gave the four of you a big hug, “Merry Christmas, Hamiltons.”

“Merry Christmas, honey,” You smiled, giving him a quick peck and kissing the top of your children’s heads, “Merry Christmas, my darlings!”

Lewis laughed as the children immediately ran to the tree, scavenging for the presents that had their names on it. You stood beside your husband, leaning to his side and hummed happily, “We’re so lucky, aren’t we?”

“Luckiest man in the world to have you and our kids,” Lewis mumbled, resting his chin on the top of your head, “Best present I could ever get.”

Amelia gasped as she opened a present beside Jamie, taking out a pair of Mickey ears, “We’re going to Disneyland?!”

“Mhm, we’re also staying at the hotel,” You smiled, sitting amongst your children, “Are you guys happy?”

Lucas nodded eagerly, wearing the Darth Vader helmet, “I wanna go on all the Star Wars rides!”

“Me too, Lucas!” Jamie exclaimed, opening more presents and gasping, “A squishmallow!”

As Lewis and Lucas pretended to be Jedis with their lightsabers, Amelia tilted her head to the side and crawled under the tree and pulled out a white envelope with her father’s name scribbled on it.

“Daddy, look at this,” She muttered, standing up and tugging at her father’s pajamas, “It has your name on it!”

Lewis looked down at his youngest child and saw the white envelope in her hands, he set the lightsaber down and kneeled to her height, “What’s that, sweetpea?”

“I don’t know, daddy,” She shrugged, “I saw it under the tree! It must be from Santa!”

Pulling Jamie in your lap, you smiled to yourself and opened more presents with your daughter, “Looks like you aren’t too old for Santa, honey.”

“Oh please, I might be his favorite,” Lewis teased and sat down beside Amelia, taking the envelope from her hands, “I wonder what this is.”

As Lewis opened the envelope, he raised an eyebrow in confusion and pulled out a Christmas card from it, “Santa’s running low on gifts.”

“Maybe, it’s a gift card, daddy,” Lucas suggested, unboxing his Mercedes LEGO set, “Or sports coupons! Maybe we can play tennis then!”

Lewis chuckled, ruffling up his son’s hair, “You know I’ll take you to play tennis anytime you want to, bud.”

Turning his attention back to the card in his hand, Lewis opened it and whispered, “Merry Christmas to the best dad in the world. Honey, I think got a mistake here…six stockings, but we’re only five?”

You shrugged, handing him another card with a small smile, “Santa forgot to place this inside that envelope.”

Lewis chuckled softly, taking it from you and opening it to see an ultrasound picture attached in the middle, reading it softly, “We’re having a baby?”

“A baby girl,” You smiled brightly, nodding in response, “You’re going to be a dad again.”

As Lewis couldn’t help the big smile spreading on his face, he pulled you in for a hug and kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, “You don’t know how happy this makes me.”

“I’m surprised Toto didn’t even spill the beans,” You chuckled, hugging him back tightly, “Susie accompanied me to the check-ups.”

“Daddy, what’d you get!” Jamie exclaimed, squeezing in between the two of you, “What’s in your hand!”

“It’s a present for all of us, baby,” Lewis pulled away from you, smiling down at his daughter, “You’re going to be a big sister.”

Eliciting gasps from Lucas and Amelia, they immediately dropped their presents and cheered, jumping up and down with Roscoe barking alongside them, “A baby sister! We’re going to have a baby sister!”

Lewis sighed happily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple, “Best Christmas ever.”

Hugging him tightly, you smiled and admired the way your children were giggling happily with Roscoe joining in with them, “You mean best family ever?”

“Best in the absolute planet,” Lewis replied with a bright smile on his face, “I definitely won in life.”

[grippingbeskar]

Aaaah! So happy that you take fic requests!

Could I possibly get an Obi Wan x Fem!Jedi Reader based on the song As the World Caves in and it’s super fluffy and angsty with maybe some smut if you’re comfortable with that?

Thanks so much for taking this request you’re awesome and I love love love your stories!

May the force be with you ✨

as the world caves in | obi-wan kenobi

obi wan x fem!jedi reader

word count: 4.5k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (mxf intercourse, inappropriate use of the force sort of?) swearing, mentions of death and violence, canon typical violence, slight allusions to ptsd themes and mental illness.

a/n: okay PLSSS forgive me with how long this took but i absolutely adore this idea and this song. i made it a little bit darker in the beginning bc i just get those vibes from the song BUT i promise it gets fluffy after. also ignore canon for anything after order 66 because we are all happy and thriving in my world!!!! thank you so much for your request i hope you like it!! also i’m not entirely sure if this was ‘angsty’ enough, please forgive me i tried.

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"Get to the bridge." Obi-Wan's hand comes to your face, a desperate look in his eye. Blaster shots and screams surrounded you, and you could feel the pure terror from the younglings behind you. It was overwhelming, but you tried your best to concentrate on what he was saying. "Don't wait for me. Get out, and go as far from here as you can."

"I won't leave you. I won't! I-" Shaking your head, you could feel the tears falling down, scalding your cheeks, and Obi-Wan's thumb brushed over, catching them like he always did. Breathing out, you tried to collect your mind. "What is happening?"

"Anakin. I need to get to him." Was all he said, but you could feel it. The young boy, Obi-Wan's padawan, had come back different this time. The last mission had changed him, somehow, but you could never imagine that this would be the result. "You must go. Take the younglings and go."

"I'll come back for you." He went to argue, but you were already moving, igniting your lightsaber and ushering the small group of children you had with you to the door. "I will come back."

Charging ahead, you could still hear the intense blaring of alarms coming from the speakers of the Jedi temple. There were flashes of lights, but you didn’t know what it meant, just that Obi-Wan told you to leave, and you trusted him. Troopers were shooting left and right, and you had no time to dwell on what was lost, on how many bodies you and the children passed by. You kept them behind you, striking out to take down three troopers guarding the next door. The children screamed, and you tried to calm them. They were only babies - the youngest could only just keep up on his own, stumbling his way through the middle of the group.

"I need you all to be very, very brave for the next fifteen minutes. Can you do that?" You had them standing off to the side, taking cover behind a wall and half blown off door.

"We can do it, Master." The oldest, only nine, stands at the front, arms protectively held in front of the younger ones. Another tear streams down your cheek at the sight.

"Of course you can. I know you can. We are going to get to the jet, the one we all used to watch the clones on perimeter check last week. Do you remember where that is?" All eight little faces nodded in understanding. Even at this age, you knew they would become great Jedi. "Okay, good. You stay here, and I will clear a path. Keep your minds open, and I will tell you when to run. The door will be unlocked. You go in and press the big red button, and it will take you to the safe base off-world. Now, when you get there-"

"But Master, you have to come with us!" A small boy calls from behind the arms of the oldest, his face bright red.

"I will try my very best, but Master Kenobi needs help, and I-" Swallowing the lump in your throat, you heard the blaster shots getting closer. "Get to that ship, press the red button, and go to the safe base. There will be people there that will help you."

"Yes, Master." They say in unison, and you reach out, squeezing them all in a short hug.

"You will all be amazing Jedi Knights one day, I know it. I am so proud to be one of your teachers." You turn and sprint down the hall, and feel your sadness turn to anger.

Red blaster shots sizzle and shatter against your blue saber, and you send them soaring straight back into their attackers. You swing and slice, using all that expert control you have honed over the past few years to cut the invaders into pieces. Your mind was full of screams, you could hear them even if you didn't know where they were coming from. Connections you had formed over decades were being ripped away, the Force running through your body feeling emptier by the second.

There was only one connection you were really focused on. You could still feel Obi-Wan; feel his heart racing as he ran through the halls on the other side of the temple. He hadn't told you everything, but he didn't need to. You could feel his genuine fear and guilt, and you knew it had to do with Anakin. That, and the way he gripped his lightsaber as he ran off, made you know this was serious.

The smell of death and burnt armour filled your senses, but you came up on the last trooper, not blinking as you took him down, and sent the strongest message you could to the kids, hoping they would run straight across the bridge and into the jet. From your position, you would be able to cover them with a blaster and watch them clear the bridge.

As eight little heads darted out and ran towards the jet, you saw three troopers come out the side door and start shooting immediately. Straight away, they shot at the children, without a second of hesitation. With your free hand, you froze the bullets in the air and sent them backwards, all the while laying out cover fire. The kids never stopped once, the perfect students they are, and disappeared into the jet. The sound of the engine roaring to life had you breathing a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging as you watched the jet disappear into the galaxy, getting far, far away from here. You had to trust the people they met on the other side would take care of them.

With the children out and safe, you only had one thing on your mind. You used the Force to fly yourself up a few levels, and you stopped when you felt him. He was fighting, and losing. You could tell, you could feel the way he was backing up, almost hitting a wall as troopers surrounded him. You had never moved faster in your life.

Not sparing a second you threw yourself into the fight, slashing at white armor and hearing the moans of pain of the troopers you didn't completely finish off. Blaster shots rang in your ears, and you felt Obi-Wan's hand yank your forearm down, saving your life as you ducked out of the way.

"I told you to leave." He shouted, his eyes looking at you with soft adoration. Even with the harsh words, nothing about his tone says he wanted you to listen.

"When have I ever done what you told me to do?" Spinning around, you fought the troopers back to back, blue and red lights filling your vision. Having him at your back, solid and still fighting, took your breath away. With all the death and destruction that had erupted, either of you could have easily been lost, but he was here, still fighting for the light.

As the troopers numbers thinned, you both took the opportunity to gain ground. You knew you couldn't stay here, there would be nothing left of the temple in a few hours. Fire was burning somewhere down the hall, and if you didn't get to a ship soon, the hope you were letting simmer in your chest would be flattened, and you would both die here.

Obi-Wan took down the last trooper in eye sight, and he turned to where you were looking. The entire temple was on fire. Everything you had worked for, everyone you knew was dead or dying, every personal affect, every night spent alone meditating, or falling asleep in Obi-Wan's arms; it had all happened here. Your life was being set ablaze, and you watched as a giant panel of wall finally gave in, cracking and falling through to the ground below.

Obi-Wan's hand linked into yours, fingers threading together. He stood in front of you, the bright orange fire to his back. He was a mess, ash and blood over his face. It was horrific, to look at him like that, but you realised in that moment how lucky you were. As everything burnt around you, as your world caved in, Obi-Wan stood in front of it all, prepared to shield you.

You leant in and kissed him. You could taste the salt of his tears mixed with your own, but he kissed you back anyways. It was desperate and pleading, begging for forgiveness from each other for whatever atrocities you had committed. He pulls away just for a second.

"I have to kill him." He sobs, and slams back into you, this time his head tucking into the crook of your neck. There were a thousand things you needed to do right now, but being here with him, holding him was about the only thing you wanted to do. You know he means Anakin, you can hear it in his mind, and you cry with him, standing as the sounds of crackling metal echo all around you.

If he never pulled away, you would have stayed right there. In his moment, where his mind was completely open to you, showing you just how much he needed you, you would have stood there and burnt to the ground with him. But this was Obi-Wan, and he would never give up.

"We should-" You nod, knowing, and take his hand again, both of you sprinting to the maintenance hull. The screaming has stopped completely, which was almost worse than before, because you might be the only two people still alive in the temple. “My ship. Up there.”

“It’s all nearly gone.” You say, breathless and heartbroken, giving one last look to the Jedi temple you called home.

“My love… we- Stars. We have to go.” He’s tugging on your arm, and he is about the only person in the entire galaxy that could get you to move. So you do, climbing into the cockpit, and when you finally pull away from the temple, you burst into tears, Obi-Wan still clinging to your hand.

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[three weeks later]

“Anything?” Obi-Wan shakes his head, banging the holo device on his hand.

“It must be the connection on this planet. We would know if they were...”

“We would know.” You had been trying to reach the off-world base for the past few weeks, but since landing on this small Outer Rim planet that neither of you even knew the name of, there had been no word of the younglings reaching them. You knew they had to lay low, stay off the grid as much as possible, so this is where you would wait. Stay safe, out of sight, and wait for word from the base.

“I fixed the compressor in the ship last night.” He puts the holo device down and stands, coming around the other side of the small fire you had made to sit next to you. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I know. I couldn’t either. I listened to you cursing the transmission wires for half an hour.” He cracks a smile, the sight making you feel warmer than the fire is.

“You could have helped.” He nudges into you playfully with his arm, but doesn’t pull away, keeping himself as close to you as possible on the log seats.

“I was hoping you would come back to bed.” He stops breathing for a second beside you, swallowing hard. You love that even after all the years you have spent together in secret, you still have this effect over him. “You know, I was thinking...”

“Oh dear.”

“Shut up. I was thinking about how we always talked about doing this.” He cocks his head, an arm wrapping around the small of your back.

“Landing on a planet we have never heard of and listening to me fix compressors?” This time, you are the one to shove him, but your hand grabs the one of his snaked around your waist, and pulls him back.

“You are such a smart-ass. No, I mean getting away. Being alone. I always said you needed a holiday.”

“You did.” His head falls onto your shoulder, and you can’t help but press a kiss to his forehead.

“I always pictured us like this, spending hours doing nothing but being together. Not worrying who was watching, how we would look.” You drift into silence, realising that now there really wasn’t anyone who would reprimand you. Nothing of the Jedi order you knew was left, except for the man in front of you. This is what the last three weeks have been like. Both of you were so used to hiding what you held between you, you had never experienced being able to just be together. 

The looming fear and devastation was more prevalent in the first two weeks, both of you just simply holding each other while you mourned the loss of everything you had ever known, but as this last week closes out, you have almost fallen into a new routine. Training, trying to make contact with the base, and touching each other in every spare moment, no prying eyes to shelter from. Back in the temple, you had never even spent a full night together. Usually, Obi-Wan would sneak into your quarters in the dead of night, hands sliding around your body, pulling you from sleep and driving you insane again and again, and just as you had gotten comfortable to sleep again, he would have to disappear, not able to risk being caught leaving in the morning.

  Here, on this desolate, bright green planet, there was none of that. He laid next to you the entire night, and was there in the morning when you woke, watching as the sun rose and lit up his face. The only time he really slept was just when the sun was rising, like he knew he wouldn’t have time to dream.

“We need to go for water tomorrow. I saw a lake overhead when we were landing. We will have to check the traps from yesterday as well, the ones near the mountain.” His head had turned so his nose was lightly touching the crook of your neck, his words kissing their way across the sensitive skin. It made you shiver, and Obi-Wan looked up slightly, his lips just an inch from your neck. “Are you cold?”

“If I say yes, will you come closer?” You feel him laugh against you, and his other arm comes across him to touch your waist.

“I don’t think I could get any closer, my love.”

“I can think of a few ways.” You expect a gasp of surprise, like you so usually got from him. Even after all your time together, he was still almost shocked when you came on to him. Instead, though, he presses a kiss to your collarbone, and you almost melt into the floor.

“I will never be able to thank you enough, for coming back for me.” He kisses you again, a little higher up this time, and your brain buzzes. It was the first time since you landed that he had brought the night up.

“It- Obi-Wan. Of course I would come for you, I couldn’t-” His teeth graze against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You are the only person I could focus on. The only one I tried to hear.” His hands tightened on your waist, and he pulled you into his lap in one movement. Your shins were slightly digging into the wood on either side of his body, but his mouth on you had you forgetting all about it.

“You are all I can think about. I needed to know you were safe, and then you came back and I thought-”

“If you say you thought I would die, I’ll hit you.” He nips at the most sensitive spot of your neck in reprimand, and you moan as he kisses and sucks, leaving marks in a way that has you squirming.

  “My sweet girl.” You hear him murmur against your skin, and you thread your fingers in his hair. You rock your hips just once, and he moans loudly against your neck.

“Obi, if you want to talk about it-”

“I don’t want-” He kisses your jaw “to talk. What I want-” He switches sides “-is” kissing slightly higher, nearly on your cheek “-to hear you say my name. How you do when I-”

“Oh, fuck Obi-Wan.” His hand had slipped right in between your bodies, fingers lightly brushing along your core, already finding you soaking for him.

“When I do that.” Your mind was putty in his hands, and he applied a little more pressure as his lips found yours. He kissed you deeply, with the kind of force that reminds you just how long it’s been since he’s done so. You give him everything you have, needing to tell him so much, but not having the words. He stands and steps over the log, a squeal of surprise making you break the kiss, and he laughs. The sound is soft behind the crackling of the fire, and you tuck your head into his neck, the smell of fire, wood and him filling your senses.

“Walk faster.” Your hands grab his jacket harshly and pull, and he stops halfway up the ramp to the ship.

“I could just drop you.” He’s still not moving, so you move your hands off his jacket and grab his face, pulling him into a kiss. Your tongue moves with his, easily taking control in his surprised state, and soon you feel him moving so fast you could swear he was sprinting, nearly slamming you both into the rear wall. You can’t stop the smile that breaks the kiss, and his teeth bite down softly on your bottom lip, snapping your attention back.

  He snakes a hand up behind your head to duck you down as you walk through the doorway to your shared room. This ship was Obi-Wan’s, so there was only one bed, but considering how you have been sneaking into each others rooms like teenagers for two years, the sight is a welcomed one.

He lays you down gently, slotting himself between your legs and crawling back up to your mouth, kissing you slow and sweet. You moan into him, his hips rolling against you, and the kiss breaks when he opens his mouth to say your name.

“I-” His eyes were wide, almost like he was panicking, pupils flitting all over your face. “You need- I love you. You know that I love you, yes?”

“Of course. I love you, too.” Your eyebrows furrow at his worry, and he squeezes his eyes shut to kiss you before pulling away abruptly. “What’s wrong?”

“If I were here with anyone else, I would be lost. Everything is gone, and nothing would be- nothing would make sense. Being a Jedi is all that I am. Without it, I had nothing. Until you.” You nearly cry at his words, but he rolls his hips again and it makes you see stars. He begins to take his jacket off. “You are everything to me. I want you to know that. You are the reason I am able to think, to think of something after all of this. To even think of living a life after so much…” He fades off, struggling to focus with how your hand is tugging at the hem of his pants.

“I know, Obi-Wan.” You did. Through the Force, you could feel everything. His grief at losing Anakin, his grief at losing everyone, losing the life he has known. The anger at the Sith, the dark side, at himself. You could feel his sadness, the waves of it as it came and went, but most of all, you could feel his heart, and how it beat for you, and only you.

  Everything he was, everything you both were has been taken, but the one thing they could not take is this. You let him feel your energy, how you understand him, understand all that he is feeling and mirror it in your own heart, and he begins to take your shirt over your head.  

“You are gorgeous, my love.” He looms over you, taking his time drinking in the sight below him, but denies himself from running his hands over you. He wants to wait, wants you desperate and whining for him. You can read his mind now, you always could like this, just as he could read yours.

There must be something about being with another Jedi, especially ones as connected as you and Obi-Wan, but it was like the doors to your minds were pulled down, and you became one. It had always been like that between you, even from the first time.

  Rough fingertips scrape just barely along the skin above your jeans, and he undoes the buttons and slides them down painfully slow, all the while he has you fidgeting, trying to hurry the process. He sits back on his knees to take his own shirt off, and as soon as he leans down on his forearms to kiss you again, you take the chance and run your hands down his back, almost massaging with long strokes.

“My sweet girl. So good to me.” He was rolling his hips harder, having you arching your back to meet him while he moved his mouth down your neck.

“Anything you want, Obi. I’m here.” He sighs and leans most of his body weight on top of you, and you can feel him finally start to relax. You know you both should be concentrating on a million other things right now, dealing with your grief and confronting the hazy path of your futures, but right now all you wanted was to be with him, and you could hear in his mind how very badly he echoed the same thought.

He laughed as you fidgeted below him, a sound you were worried for a while would be lost forever, and it warmed every part of your bare skin. Hands tangled in hair, his body pressing into yours, your minds bleeding into one space neither of you had full control over. You were both completely at each other’s mercy, the ultimate equals in this moment.

“Please.” You breathed into him, and although he loved nothing more than taking the utmost time with you, you were both just as desperate to be close to each other. This fragile thing was the life raft you clung to in the darkness of the Force, and he was what drove you back to the light.

He kisses you again, and you feel his hand trailing softly down your tummy, over each ridge and curve like he wants to feel every part of you, remind himself you were here, warm and alive and practically panting for him. He guided himself into you slowly, as he always did, eyes never leaving yours. You both sigh in relief and ecstasy as he hits the deepest part of you, and you can see how Obi-Wan's eyebrows knit together, how his mouth opens just slightly to breathe your name before attaching to your neck. He leaves a trail of proof he was there down to your breasts, sliding out of you and setting a slow, earth shattering pace.

One of his hands comes back up your body to lock his fingers in your own, and he plants a soft kiss on your brow before catching your eye.

“I love you.” He gasps and thrusts into you again, getting a little faster when he hears your desperate sounds.

“Stars- I love you. Always.” The hand not holding yours slips underneath your arched back, forearm bracing you as he increases his speed.

“Does this feel good, love?” Your lip between your teeth muffled your response, a strained ‘mhmm’ ending off in a moan of his name. He kisses you again, the hand locked with your own squeezing gently, making your eyes open. “Fuck. That’s it.”

“S’huh?” You were so blissed out, you had no idea what he was saying or what he wanted you to do, but your eyes nearly crossed when he picked up the pace again, the sound of him hitting you impossibly deeper almost drowned out in the sound of you screaming his name.

“Kee-eep. Keep saying my name.” He groans into your ear, body tightening against yours.

“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan.” It’s the only word you can say, all you can think of as he sets your body alight, each drag of his cock making every nerve ending stand on the edge. You weren’t going to last much longer, and managed to say his name one final time before you toppled into your release.

With a gasp he cums straight after you, the feeling of your warmth squeezing tight around him mixed with the euphoria you projected through the Force all too consuming. He knew he sounded desperate, the way he moaned out your name, but you stroked his hair and held him, rocking your hips in time with his as you both rode through your highs at the same time. It was as close to being on spice as Obi-Wan would ever get, and he doubted anything but you would make him feel this good.

“You are truly the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” Obi-Wan whispers in your ear, and you can see his eyes caressing down your body, liquid heat spreading through your veins under his gaze even in the darkness. He kisses your collarbone, and you know there are hickeys there, but you were on a desolate planet with no one to see you, and you would wear them with pride anyways.

“I love you, Obi-Wan. We will figure this out. You and me. I promise.” He lays down beside you, and you tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“With you, I have no doubt.” His face disappears from view as he tucks himself into you, head buried under your chin. He’s saying something but you can no longer hear it, just the feeling of his words, the vibration of it against the base of your throat, and knowing he was there is enough to send you to sleep. You wake before him, to the holo device beeping rapidly. It’s a message, confirming all eight children had made it safely to the base, and they would wait for your reply on their next move.

When Obi-Wan woke, there was more messages on the holo device than you could keep up with. Scattered Jedi and allies all over the galaxy, confirming their position, and waiting for orders. You looked at Obi-Wan, face framed by the morning sunlight, and smiled.

“Well, what do we tell them?” You asked, and watched as that stern, council like look fell over his face. A mountain of ideas poured from his chest, like he had been saving them up, and the smile never left your face as he pulled the ship into space, speeding you into the light.

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Simple Complications

Hawks x Hyena!Hybrid!Male!Reader

Summary: M!Reader is a pro hero with a hyena hybrid quirk and has a laughing disorder. But, because of his disorder, it makes people uncomfortable around him and avoid him. Hawks takes pity on him and befriends him, then falls for him.

★☽A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST AND I WAS JUMPING WITH JOY FROM IT!! I’m so glad for the request! I don’t know what to write for the disorder part but I’ll try, I think it’s a nice little detail to someone, it’s unique but can be a bother.

ENJOYYYY!! <33

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- To be completely honest, some people see hyenas as an ugly animal and some even hate them to the point they would make rude comments about them.

- Since you have a hyena hybrid quirk, there are awesome fans who love your hero work and how cool you look! But there are also haters who doesn’t just hate you because of your work but because of your quirk

There was one thing that fueled the haters.. Your disorder.

You have a disorder, where you laugh uncontrollably at random times. There are hundreds of people who feel uncomfortable and when you go on patrol, there are a lot of civilians who would just avoid you or even look at you weird, not only for your looks but for your sudden bursts of laughter. Your laugh is rather different, your laugh sounds like a hyena cackling which would make people even more uncomfortable and bothered by you.

There is this one time that you are completely embarrassed about. It was during an interview, you were getting interviewed by a fan of an interviewer. You were explaining how you stayed brave during the battle and when you were in the middle of it, you started laughing. “And so I– Hah- hAH- HAHAHHAHA,” you laughed and laughed like a hyena and you wanted to stop but you couldn’t, the interviewer looked at you uncomfortably and chuckled nervously. When you stopped, the interviewer looked rather uncomfortable and hesitated to ask the rest of the questions.

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It was a usual patrol with one of your interns. It was a Saturday night so it was a bit crowded. As you walk along the streets, you hear a BANG! Even if it was far away, you could hear it perfectly, you ran across the streets with your interns behind you. You jump at the scene and fight off the villains. Your interns fought the sidekicks and you fought off the leader. The leader grabbed two long katanas and swung them right at you, you swung right to left with your fists up and punched her when you saw an opening, you aimed right on her face and she almost tripped as blood shot out of her nose, making a nosebleed. She dropped her weapons to the ground and one of your interns used their quirk to blast them away. She tried grabbing them but you were fast enough to block her from doing so. “YOU!” she yelled and she panted and stood steadily before charging right at you with a pocket knife.

You quickly charged right at her, making her shocked and stood frozen at that moment, you grabbed her pocket knife and pinned her hands to the ground. She kept on crying and whining like a child. “It’s not fair!! You’re bullying me!! GUYS!!!~” and gosh she was annoying, so you grabbed a cloth and tied it around her mouth, making her whining muffled and she soon stopped whining like a bitch.

Finally, you and the interns managed to defeat them all. Turns out they were quirkless so the interns were glad they were easier than any other villains but it didn’t mean they were weak.

“OH LOOK, IT’S THE LAUGHING FREAK!” and that was heard from across the street, you look over to see a 14 year old girl laughing at you which triggered your disorder. You kept on cackling while your interns tried to help you, while one of the strict interns (kinda like Tenya Iida) walked up to the young girl and scolded her which made her stop laughing at you.

Luckily, you managed to stop laughing and calmed yourself down, “I’m alright kid, relax.” You patted the short intern and he blushed by the gesture.

The wind flows forward, feeling a nice cool breeze come across you as your hair moves towards that direction. A red winged bird rests along the building’s rooftop, looking at the people below. A H/C haired hero caught the bird’s eye, giving his pity to the hero.

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H/N (Hero Name) and the interns walked back to the agency, “ahh~ hey H/N?” He turned his head towards the intern, “hm?” “could we maybe~ celebrate this win by going to a restaurant?~” the other interns shook their heads in agreement and H/N wanted to make their day better and so he agreed, the interns were in joy as they high fived which made you chuckle. Everyone got cleaned up with their wounds and scars from the weapons the villains had and after they finished, they all went ahead and went out to find a place to eat.

It was rather amusing how they would fight like siblings on where they were gonna eat. After all, they were just 1st and 2nd years at high school. There were 5 of them, 3 of them are from Shiketsu while the 2 were U.A students from the first year’s support course and the second year’s hero course. Finally you all found a place to eat, you booked a table that was given to you on the spot and you all sat down, the waiter went in moments later to give the menu. You scanned over the listing of food, the interns found what they wanted and so you called a waiter nearby. The waiter walked over and grabbed their little notebook and pen.

“I want soba, and I want it cold!”

“Can I get the spicy curry?”

“I’ll have the soba too but make it warm.”

“I’ll have the normal curry?”

“Ugh~ you guys are so not original, I’ll like katsudon.”

The waiter noted all of their orders, “H/N? C’mon! Order!” you were still finding a meal and decided on the [F/N] (it means food name!), “I’ll just get the F/N,” the waiter noted that down and bowed to excuse themself to leave the table. The interns went ahead and talked about school and some places they should go to after school while M/N just grabbed his phone and paid attention to that ‘till the food arrived.

After waiting for a while. The food finally came in nice and hot, well– except for the intern who ordered his soba cold and one ordered hers warm. “Itadakimasu!” they all said before eating the meal. The interns kept on chatting and chatting while eating and after they finished, the students went ahead while H/N paid for the meals they had.

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“Bye H/N!” the interns shouted goodbye to H/N as he waved back goodbye. H/N walked along the streets while others gave him an disgusted or awkward look as they went by him. Eventually, he stopped and looked at the starry night as the moon shines in the streets. A sudden tap on his shoulder made him look back to see a rather shorter/taller hero with huge red wings, “you seem to be alone, H/N.” The taller/shorter hero sighed, “and what exactly do you want, Hawks?” Hawks chuckled, “I hoped to keep you company. After all, us heroes should stick together.” H/N hesitates on his words, “you should ask some citizens, they think otherwise,” H/N mumbled. “Ah– You’re not exactly the one with many fans,” “oh! No, hah– I do have fans but I don’t often see them in person, I often see my haters during my patrols. I know I have fans, mainly because I saw them praise me on social media all around the world,” the H/C hero explained to the blonde hero.

“Oh.. You must have it hard, huh?” the blonde mumbled to the H/C. He chuckled and patted the taller/shorter’s shoulder, “I ain’t letting them affect my hero work so don’t sweat it Hawks.” Now Hawks had a tint of blush by H/N’s soft smile and smiled back. Hawks grabbed H/N by the shoulder while smiling, “how about we hang out sometime during our patrols?” Hawks suggested and H/N nodded in agreement.

It was rather simple on how the two of them met.

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- You both probably have been friends for about 2-3 years perhaps? Hawks was around his 20’s and yet, he was up in the top 10 rankings! So you both are rather close and would suggest the other for some missions. Maybe even lucky if you both were assigned to the same mission!

- I would see Hawks as someone who seems relaxed and carefree but really, he’s just a very aware man who is a bit anxious at times. But when he met you, he became more calm and less anxious. Of course, he’s still as aware as before.

- Hawks wouldn’t give a flying fuck about your disorder, he finds it as just a trait of yours and he shouldn’t be uncomfortable about it.

- There was this one time when you and Hawks were on a collaboration patrol. You started cackling and he literally started to panic! He was so worried your outburst of laughter was hurting you which actually is hurting you but he thought you would die from it–

The poor man was panicking, going: “you okay?!” , “SOMEONE GET HELP!” , “a-are you dying?!”

- He doesn’t know much about your disorder so he would do research on it. Not only that, he would ask you a bunch of questions.

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“H/N!!” was the thing that drew you into this mess.

The battleground.

Everything was a mess. There were heroes and a lot of villains, some used to be in the LOV who joined that group. H/N was trying his best to stand his grounds and survive that disaster. A sudden building broke to pieces in mere seconds, falling along the grounds. H/N was about to be hit by a huge piece but a ton of feathers prevented the accident from happening. He looked to the side where it came from and found Hawks by the end of the side.

"Are you alright?” Hawks asked, H/N nodded in reply and ran off to fend off some villains coming his way. H/N was about to strike a kick towards the villain’s head but a hand blocked the side of his face and knocked your leg down. H/N jumped back and ran towards him with his hands ready to take a hit on him. A sudden gust of wind knocked H/N from behind, feelling the air from his lungs shot out. "AH!" was what he gasped before he fell to the ground, already gasping for air. "That was one of my weakest moves! And yet, here you are already gasping for air! How pathetic.." a female voice insulted Him. He felt a sudden force pull him by the hair, making him wince in pain.

A chuckle turned into a sudden eruption of laughter from his throat, “huh?” the voice spoke. She stayed silent as she listened to the hero’s cackle. “What a freak!-- Wow..! I never thought a hero would laugh at a time like this?” She chuckled as she pulled his hair even harder and pushed the male’s head to the ground, feeling the dirt and rubble in his face and some in his eyes. She continues smashing H/N’s head to the ground like a rag doll, already tasting the disgusting ground in his mouth.

“What the fuck?- SHIT!-” a scream was heard behind him as her scream became distant and soon stopped. The hyena hero lifted his head with his now messy hair and his face busted and dirty with dirt and rubble along with tears from laughter from the outbreak from before, to see Hawks! “Are you alright?” H/N sat up and standed up with his help and hugged him tight quickly before pulling back, “I’m alright, thank you.” He did a quick bow out of respect. The hero looked around to see police cars and ambulances with police putting away the villains while the medical helped the wounded. “You should go get yourself treated, you might have a concussion from the constant smashing,” the pro hero suggested and the other pro nodded and walked up to the ambulance near him, he looked at the other hero within a distance and gave a small smile, “thank goodness he’s alright,” he said softly with a sigh.

He realised something and he blushed, “why would I care this much about him?” It was odd for him to care a bit too much about H/N. He covered his mouth with his palm and blushed more, “could I?- Like him??” he mentally questioned himself. He brushed the feeling off as he walked off to check on the villains and the civilians who had gotten hurt during the battle.

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- Ever since he felt that after that mission? He is confused. Does he like you or does he not? The answer is: He doesn’t know. :DD

- He always thought of that feeling and whenever you were near him, he would question why he was blushing a dark red.

- Maybe he would be more flirtatious and more carefree around you.

- It did make you uncomfortable and confused but you got used to his flirts.

- He doesn’t panic that much anymore whenever you have your sudden outbursts. He just asks if you’re okay and if you need anything, which it’s honestly sweet!

[Gosh- I suck at writing the sudden realisation of love for another person-]

- I think he would cling to you more often during the first week of realising his feelings for you.

- If you’re someone who people like to call  “oblivious,” then you would probably be oblivious to his obvious flirts and how he clings onto you during the first week.

- If you’re someone who isn’t oblivious, then you would’ve already figured out the changes in his personality around you.

- Maybe some of you can catch on to something easily and you have already figured it out but just played along.

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The two heroes hung out often during their patrols. For, it may be good for their teamwork and their interns and sidekicks could get along well. But the two became a bit too close- Too close to the point they have an entire ship fandom.

You: (You can think of another reaction you would have) You are honestly surprised and a bit embarrassed. It’s kinda common to ship two people, one being straight and one being S/L (Sexuality Label). Though- You THINK Hawks is gay- Right?

Hawks: HE IS BLUSHING. I AM SAYING that he blushes each time he sees fanart or little edits, just anything that involves you both being shipped. He is all in with being bisexual (I headcanon him as bisexual, shhshsh) but he doesn’t know your sexuality so he’s worried.

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"Hm?" A sudden notification alarmed the hero who was having his day off. He looked over to see a text from his contacts.

[Birdbrain]

Heyyyy wannaa hang out? I know a great place 👀

[You]

Suree

Wait- rn?

[Birdbrain]

NOT RN-

How about an hour from now?-

We can meet up at 8:35?

‘Ah, so an hour later,’ M/n thought to himself.

[You]

Ohhhh, kk

Location?

[Birdbrain]

*Insert Location Link*

[You]

Tyy

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M/n turned off his phone and relaxed while deciding whether or not he should get ready now or later. ‘Hmmmm, later~’ he decided in his head.

Minutes later, he was panicking because he waited too long and the time was 8:22 which means he only got 13 minutes left and the ride would be 7 minutes long. It took mere seconds for him to get ready, just a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants with a red flannel.

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Keigo was outside the place, looking around to try to spot his ‘friend’ who’s more of his crush. He finally saw his crush’s figure and started to wave over to him. “Ah! Haw-” Keigo immediately slammed his hand over M/n’s mouth, stopping him from finishing his sentence. “Please don’t call me that, I’m undercover because of the media,” Keigo muttered out as he took his hand off M/n. “So that’s why your wings are small?” Keigo nodded, “yes.”

There was a long pause before M/n asked, “what do I call you then?-” Keigo thought it over back in his apartment before he headed out, “Keigo..” he mumbled, “sorry?” “Keigo Takami, that’s my real name,” he muttered loud enough for M/n to hear. “Alright! So, shall we go inside, Takami?” M/n suggested. “Sure,” Takami said with a smile.

[Yeah so I’m not gonna write about the little hangout they did, let’s just say that you guys had a little cafe date, sorryy!]

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“You alright?” M/n nudged over to Takami, “hm? Oh! Y-Yeah- I’m alright.” “You sure?” Keigo nodded, “yes, don’t worry about it,” he chuckled.

The walk was silent for a while but Keigo finally broke the silence, “can I- Erm- Tell you something?” “Sure.” Hawks took a deep breath before saying, “I may have a crush on you.”

“....”

“M/n..?”

“Why? Someone with a disadvantage? Just- Why?”

The walk was at a stop as M/n turned to look Keigo in his eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck about your disorder and neither should you! It’s unique and it may be a bother but it’s just you- Your personality, you have ambitions and I admire that and I’m sure others admire that as well about you. Your quirk is amazing and you have amazing skills that not a lot of heroes have, you are respected by a lot of heroes and fans and you shouldn’t give a fuck about your haters. I just really love you for the way you are and how you’re kind and also strong and brave. I love your fighting style and it’s unique just like you-” Keigo was stopped in his rant as a pair of lips pressed against his. Keigo’s eyes widened as he saw his own crush kissing him. Keigo closed his eyes and enjoyed the short yet passionate kiss.

M/n was the first to pull back from the kiss. “Sorry- You were ranting,” M/n apologised, “ah- No no! It’s fine-” M/n grabbed both of Keigo’s hands and held them in his hands, “to your confession. I also like you a lot, you’re smart, strong, and funny and well, handsome as well,” M/n confessed with a smile. “You can call me Keigo since- We’re now dating, you know? Though, don’t call me that when we’re on duty,” Keigo exclaimed, “of course, and you can just call me M/n when we’re off duty,” M/n softly spoke.

Keigo hugged M/n tight. Finally, he’s dating the man of his dreams.

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★☽A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I honestly was laughing while writing the last few paragraphs since I never exactly wrote something romantic- Oh! And, thank you all for the 100+ notes on Hawks Headcanons! Notes/Likes are always appreciated and please do follow me if you ever want to support my work or know whenever I post something new! <33

[harvardhaugland]

hi!!! i love ur writing sm 🥴 is it possible if you could write a blitz x reader where he teases the reader in a playful way maybe by "pranking" them (harmless pranks) before admitting his liking towards them? thank you ily <333

˗ˏˋ just a prank! ˎˊ˗

blitz (gn reader. as always.)

a/n: haiiii SORRY FOR GETTING SOOO LATE ON REQUESTS. ive been busy w/ work </3333 facckkkk.. apologizes for any spelling mistakes. writing quite late v_v ily tho stay awesome

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elias ♡

ever since you met him, elias has always targeted you with pranks. harmless, yet they get on your nerves. so much so, you both had an all-out prank war. (spoiler alert: he won!)

you never really understood why he did it? everyday, you see atleast 1 fake cockroach or spider taped to your wall, or maybe a whoopee cushion under your chair and it gets you everytime— he often teases you and you only wonder if it’s an attempt to get under your skin.

all his pranks are something only a child would think of, harmless and dumb.

surprisingly, this time there was no dumb gag pranks around you, not even a fake stick of gum or even a package with a fake spider in it.. on your way to work, everything was normal for once. even when you got there it was normal.

when you sit down at your desk, there’s a small slip of paper poking out from under your keyboard. you would normally assume it’s trash, but this time. it’s strange.

you pull it from under and read the words,

“look behind you.”

you take in a deep breath. slowly turning to look behind yourself, you can hear the screeching of a violin in your head, like a scene from a horror movie. you know who it is already, but you still decide to entertain him.

when you turn around, elias is there holding a bouquet of flowers, he shoves it closer to your face as you jump in your seat, clasping at your shirt.

at first, he looks confused. he analyzes your expression then starts to snort— then snicker, then giggle, until he lets out a snarky laugh. he wipes away a fake tear from the corner of his eye as he looks down at you, still processing what you’re looking at.

“pfft— helllllllloooooooo…? did i scare you so bad you froze?“ he chuckles, “i have never seen you so surprised!”

“what.. what are the flowers for?” you ask, calming down. elias looks at you, smug.

“for you, did i forget to mention that i like you?” elias’ smile grows wide as he sets the bouquet down on your lap. you freeze. again. trying to process what he just said, elias? elias?? he likes you? the guy who constantly pranks youuu.. and also teases you.. the guy who kind of annoys you?

elias shoves his hands in his pockets, whistling, “if you trust me enough, i’d also love to take you out. on your lunch break, maybe?” he says, “and i promise, no gag gifts or anything— just a date.”

you aren’t convinced at first. you raise your brow and huff, crossing your arms. you stare up at him. he stares right back at you, the longer you look the more sadder his eyes get, he looks like a rejected puppy by the time you break eye contact. he just.. sounds so genuine, you don’t know what to believe. in your head, you reconsider for a moment.

you let out a defeated sigh and giggle, “okay, okay! you got me.” there’s a smile creeping it’s way on your face as you notice a shimmer in his eyes once you accept.

“i like you. i like you so much.” he repeats, looking head over heels.