#party inspired by the sleeping headcannons

[min4yu]

i could imagine • yoon jeonghan

husband!jeonghan x wife!reader - themes: family headcannons! this was inspired by a tiktok and i thought it was cute! - warnings: fluff, family themes, too cute :( - masterlist

a/n: the son is introduced to the third cannon, since he is younger than the daughter! enjoy >.<!

husband!jeonghan would definitely dress up with his daughter if she asked him too. you would come home from a long day at work to hear giggling from upstairs. walking up to the room, you're met with your daughter in a pretty blue dress and your husband in a pretty pink dress. "look mama! we're having a tea party! join please?" you couldn't help but giggle, looking at jeonghan's pleading eyes. "of course i'll join, baby."

husband!jeonghan would definitely want kisses when he comes home from work. you and your daughter are on the couch watching a children's show for her, waiting for jeonghan's arrival. hearing the keys in the door lock, your daughter jumps up and waits for the door to open, revealing her dad. "dada! missed you so much!" he couldn't help but smile, picking her up and giving her so many kisses on her little cheeks. you walked over, watching the whole thing before giving him a sweet kiss on the lips, before your daughter grumbled causing you two to bust into laughter.

husband!jeonghan would definitely teach your kids how to play sports. your son and daughter had taken an interest on playing soccer, after seeing kids at the daycare play. you guys were outside in your backyard, you lounging on the chair while jeonghan had the kids in the grass. "okay! s/n put the ball on the ground. you have to kick it to that net, okay?" your son followed his dad's instructions, making it to the goal before squealing. "i did it, daddy!" your daughter who was watching couldn't help but get impatient, "my turn! please?" you just laughed, watching jeonghan become a soccer coach to your kids.

husband!jeonghan would definitely pamper you after you've had a long day. it was late by the time you got home, the kids already in bed. unlocking the door and setting your stuff down, jeonghan comes and embraces you in a tight, yet warm hug. no words needed to be said, him feeling the exhaustion radiate off of you. he helped you upstairs to your shared bedroom before helping you undress from your work clothes, giving your body kisses with each part that was shown. he then walked you to the bathroom, running a warm bath with light bubbles to help relax you, before motioning you to step in. he took a seat behind you before reaching over to grab the shampoo, squeezing some in his hand, before watching your scalp delicately. you couldn't help the moan of contentment slip out, enjoying what your husband was doing for you.

husband!jeonghan would definitely hold you in his arms when you two sleep. after relaxing in the bath for a bit, he helps you get dressed into comfortable clothes before laying you both down, moving you to lay on his chest. he circles his arms around your body, legs tangling with yours. he kisses your forehead before moving to kiss your lips. "i love you, jeonghan and thank you," you whisper to him, tracing shapes on his chest. he kisses you once again before whispering back, "i love you too, y/n. get some rest, baby."

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[magicians-abode]

hii!! i first wanted to say that you're doing well and taking care of yourself :) could i request headcanons for chilchuck from delicious in dungeon where the reader is kind of like the bard of the party? and maybe they stay up late writing songs and chil ends up saying up with them? you can do what you like with it other than that but i like sharing ideas (and i love chilchuck :3) i hope you have a good day!! 💜💚

Hiii! I'm so happy to get a request, I forgot how exciting it was to open my askbox and read that someone wanted me to write them something (can you tell youre the first one yet?). I know you asked for headcannons, but I got carried away and ended up making it a fic I believe, by the way I wrote it. I still hope you like it! If not I'll try my best to specifically do headcannons next time if you ask 🌸✨️ (also have a good day too)

"Late Night Songs"

[Chilchuck Tims x Bard!reader]

Warnings: none - gn!bard!reader - fluff

Being the bard of the group was rather hard. Why? Well, writing songs and seeing if they ended up sounding good wasn't easy. (y/n) needed a lot of creativity for that. Luckily for them, they had a source for it: Chilchuck.

Yes, that guy in their group everyone treated like a child sometimes just because of his height. And while it was very adorable, yes, (y/n) saw a lot of depth in his personality.

Tonight they had decided to stay up, which many might say was not a good idea considering the fact they were exploring a dungeon. But they didn't care, they wanted to write, to compose something new.

And so they stared at the sheet of paper in front of them, their instrument by their side as they sat away from the fire so as to not bother or wake up the rest.

Entranced in their thoughts, they didn't notice when Chilchuck stirred in his bedroll to then wake up with a huff at the inability of going back to sleep, sitting up and looking at the fire that had not gone out yet.

That's when with his amplified hearing, he heard the sound of a pen writing down on a paper.

He looked behind him and found (y/n), sitting rather far from them. When had they woken up? Or had they not been able to sleep at all? What were they writing that was so important at this time?

All those questions filled his head as he got up slowly, trying to not make much noise for everyone's sake.

(y/n) raised their head at the sound of rustling and found their muse, standing up and looking at them, now approaching. He rubbed the sleep off of his eyes as he walked to them and sat by their side. —What are you doing up so late?— His groggy voice asked softly.

—I'm trying to write a song, or to at least think of a new melody, but I can't seem to come up with anything— they said as they looked at him, noticing a sleepy smile.

Chilchuck sighed, looking at the rest of the party, all in a deep sleep. —Well I can't seem to fall sleep anymore, I'm really not comfortable with how hard the floor feels today. Mind if I stay up with you?— He took a quick peek at the paper, but saw nothing written. They really had some artistic block, huh?

(y/n) smiled at their question, excited to finally have spend some peaceful time alone with him— Not at all, you might help inspire my new song in fact— they winked, and Chilchuck felt his heart leap in his chest at the gesture. He really hoped the darkness of the night helped hide the embarrassment in his face. It was a simple wink, what was wrong with him? he thought, shaking his head.

He chuckled softly, his gaze moving away from them for a moment in embarrassment— Don't say those things— he rubbed the back of his neck— thank you though, it's... flattering— he admitted with a sheepish smile.

—In fact, you've always been my inspiration. I'm not gonna lie to you— God his heart was about to stop. Had he heard them right? What did that even mean?

—I have?— He didn't know how to ask without looking too excited about it.

—Of course, you're practically my muse— they noticed him staring with slightly wide eyes at their sudden confession.— I don't know but– you just have something that always makes me stare and it makes the inspiration bubble up inside of me— okay today was definitely going to be his funeral. Chilchuck swallowed harshly, a blush definitely burning bright on his cheeks as he kept silent, his brain failing to come up with an answer.

He watched them suddenly gasp and start to write down something on the paper that rested on their thighs. (y/n) mumbled to themselves as they kept writing, a sudden urge of inspiration rushing through them.

They look up again quickly at him, a light in their eyes.— Ah– I almost forgot to thank you.— they smiled at him with sincerity and gave his hand a quick squeeze, at which he just nodded, humming in response as they watched them write down their ideas, praying to whatever deity was out there to make his blush go away.

He would've never guessed he was helpful in more ways than just picking locks and finding traps. But thanks to them, now he knows he is, for (y/n) at least, a source of inspiration. And their heart swelled with emotion and pride at that.

[murmiss]

Yandere Simulator.

(accordingly, inspired by the game Yandere Simulator)

Pairing: Ghost/You, Price/You, Gaz/You,Soap/You, Graves/You, Konig/You, Alejandro/You, Rudy/You, Horangi/You. Valeria/You. (I assume that this is not all, since the idea is taken from the Yandere Simulator, in the harem version).

Warning: College, city and certain places and people are fictitious, the education system is fictitious, OOC is possible,My personal headcannons and character vision.Different ages, mention yandere,mentioning mental problems, etc.there may be mistakes in words, English is not my first language.

Summary: Inspired by the game Yandere simulator, where you are the main character, a simple girl in in which different guys with different types and characters are interested, and of course, there is Yandere.

you can express your opinion :)

1 part.

You were born into a simple, extremely ordinary family. Your father was a banker, walking around in his favorite stereotypical outfit: a strict gray suit and a tie, as an indicator of masculinity. Every morning, Mrs. Attwoord, getting up early, cooked breakfast, her children's favorite scrambled eggs and sandwiches, collected breakfast and, like a loving housewife wife, escorted her husband to work, leaving an imperceptible trace of a kiss on his cheek, and carefully tying his tie with her elegant fingers. Next comes the younger brother, the "heir", as his grandmother affectionately calls him, although you sincerely do not understand it: what to inherit? Your father has no company, no business, no fancy house, what can the son of a simple bank employee inherit? But it's not the point that matters. Next, after her brother, the middle daughter Eliza wakes up- an exceptional beauty, with glossy wheat hair, a doll's face- almost a copy of her mother.Eliza was a promising dancer, but she was not a good singer, but she danced perfectly, performing a light bunch of moves to some loud song at every party. Then, at the very end, you woke up.

Usually, it was the last ring of the alarm clock, which you heard through the veil of sleep, not wanting to miss the outcome of the battle between Harry Potter and some fairies. But your mother's shriek, tired of trying to wake you up, let out a loud shriek, forcing you to jump up from your seat and rush to the bathroom, showering and washing up at speed.Standing at the mirror and looking at your exhausted eyes, your hands reached for a small cosmetic bag and your favorite concealer, which, as you hoped, would hide not only the sins, but also the dark bags under your eyes. Next was eyebrow gel and lip gloss - you didn't have much time to put on makeup, and you didn't see much point in it, because you weren't going on a date. In terms of clothing, your choice fell on a skirt-shorts in a large pleated dark blue color, beige T-shirt, which for convenience you tucked into the skirt, a light cardigan for warmth, and complemented the image of black capron tights, which at least somehow but added to the image of completeness. And on your feet you left comfortable sneakers.

After stuffing notebooks and stationery, house keys, lipstick, hairbrush, and perhaps a sketchbook into her backpack, the girl quickly went down to the first floor, grabbed a sandwich from the table, and hurried out of the house, to the excited cry of her mother: "Honey! You forgot your breakfast!"

But the bus, you know, won't wait for you to finish, so you sped up and headed for the bus stop, but when you saw the damn bus in the distance, you immediately broke into a sprint, running like a marathon runner and mentally cursing.

"If you leave now, asshole, I'll put a curse on you!"

And thank God, as if hearing your pleas (curses), the driver waited for the girl in distress. Almost jumping into the bus, skipping the steps, you plopped down on the only free seat and relaxed exhaled, leaning back on the back of the uncomfortable seat. A couple of stops later, leaving the packed bus, or rather, the mechanical inferno, the gates of the college appeared before your eyes. The college was a historic building that people had equipped as a "place of knowledge". Antique patterns, massive doors made of pure wood, high ceilings - all this looked really intimidating and mesmerizing. Passing the gate, you looked at the students with interest: here were girls in brightly colored dresses excitedly babbling about something, here was a group of guys, six people laughing, and here were just loners walking towards the building with headphones in their ears. There were huge trees growing on the college grounds: pine trees, mighty oaks, and even flowers. The place was indeed beautiful. But soon after you took your eyes off the beauty of the place, you noticed that there was already five minutes of class going on! As you rushed into the building, you slammed into someone's strong chest. When you looked up, trying to catch your breath from a short jog, you saw a guy, tall, sturdy, and wearing a half-face mask, which was a little weird, because it wasn't quarantine period or anything. Well, maybe it's an image of him, you thought. Realizing you've been staring at each other for a few moments, you mumble.

-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

You didn't? That's the stupidest excuse ever, to be honest, because it's hard not to notice a big guy like that. The guy nodded, but didn't answer, and, feeling rather awkward, you threw another "sorry" and rushed further into the classroom. And good thing the teacher was late. Entering the classroom, you noticed a guy who sat with an improvised slingshot in his hands, made of two pencils and a rubber band. Oh, yes, you know this jerk - John MacTavish, a Scottish guy, explosive in character, but at the same time the soul of the company and incredibly cute and dorky guy. Noticing you he waved his hand, removing his backpack from its place and beckoning you over. Shaking your head, you quickly climb up to the top and plop down on the seat next to him, pulling out a space-print notebook and a couple of pens.

-What have you got there? When did you start liking Cosmos?- John asked with interest.

-I borrowed a couple of notebooks from Eliza,-you said, sighing, and put your elbow on the table, propping your head on your hand and staring at John, who was fastening erasers and pens with little rubber bands.

-What are you doing?

-Sword-with a serious face John answered, causing you to raise an eyebrow and ask: "A sword?"

-Yeah, the guy pulled out a little man made of erasers from his pencil case and happily demonstrated it to you.

-God, John...-a slight laugh escaped your lips.

[live-laugh-legolas]

Oh, I really like your headcannons!!!! I would like to ask how do you think the members of the brotherhood (especially Gandalf) would react to the fact that the reader has wings and is also going on a journey (this was inspired by the valkyries, so I imagine how she would fight with these wings)

The fellowship x winged!reader

Aragorn:

-A huge weight is lifted from him knowing someone like you is on their side

-I also totally think he would be prone to motion sickness

-So if you ever have to fly him over a large gap or something he will need to sit down for a little

-“I’m never doing that again”

-He will help you preen your wings after battle to get the blood and dirt out of places you can’t reach

Legolas:

-He has absolutely heard about legends about your people

-He is so honored to get to meet you

-Watching you fight is so fascinating

-Will just take a moment to watch before almost getting beheaded in his distraction

-Calls you “birdie” in elvish

Gimli:

-You do literally anything with your wings and he is like “YEEESSSSS!”

-He’s such a cheerleader

-We also know he loves the powerful girl bosses

-So you are a top tier in his opinion

-I imagine that a winged being wouldn’t like being underground so he tries to keep you distracted with stories while in Moria

Boromir:

-My first thought was that Boromir would be like Thor when he met the Valkyrie

-He’s such a fangirl

-Ngl, after seeing you fight he’s a little timid

-I mean everyone else saw that right? You just decapitated that orc with your wing

-So badly wants to show you to his brother who would be awed

Frodo:

-He doesn’t know much about your people but he’s adamant to learn everything

-He is so thankful you will be helping him on this journey

-When he gets exhausted from lack of sleep because of the ring you carry him on your back and he can hold onto your wings

-Have him help preen your wings to get his mind off of his troubles for a little

Sam:

-Thinks you must be an angel when he first sees you

-He’s a little intimidated

-Ok, maybe a lot intimidated

-But that’s only because he thinks you must be one of the most beautiful creatures to walk middle earth

-He is concerned what you will eat if what was caught for dinner was a bird

-Would it be weird if you ate chicken? It feels unethical

-Actually probably gives a stern talking to whoever caught the bird because what if it was upsetting for you

Merry:

-Take this hobbit for a flight

-He will be so excited

-He would absentmindedly pet your wings (if you were ok with it)

-Maybe just give him a feather to play with

-He also makes so many bird jokes

Pippin:

-He doesn’t want you to think he is disrespectful

-So he doesn’t ask

-But he really wants to pet your wings

-They just look so soft and silky

-Until they are dirty from battle; but would help you pick twigs and dirt out of them

-“so…um…do you take dirt baths?*

Gandalf:

-He probably knew you before the council, and probably is the one who invited you

-You have been friends for a while

-He is vague but smug when someone asks about you

-He likes to see people’s reactions to you

-You’re like his party trick; he’s like ✨tada!✨*jazz hands to your wings*

-It gets old, but not to him

-He rides on an eagle and you fly next to them

-He refuses to let you fly him anywhere unless absolutely necessary

-But will be a backseat driver even though there is nothing to backseat drive about

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I love a winged reader and I have my own little oc in my head that I regularly have in this scenario. I’m a sucker for winged characters ngl. I don’t really know the Valkyrie so idk how accurate this will be to them

Also I may update this at some point cuz I don’t think I did a good job with it especially considering how much I think about this just in my own time; so sorry

[boxkitkat]

Random post on some small ZSakuVA verse headcannons! <3

(Mainly for Isaac and Elias o(>ω<)o)

Isaac: Isaac probably has a habit of doing that little leg bounce whenever he’s anxious. Before he met the listener and got closer with them he probably smelled A LOT like coffee.

When he was probably 8-11 he took piano lessons for a while but simply didn’t feel like music was something he was interested in.

Isaac as a kid (like around 5-7 years old) would struggle with sleeping so his mom (maybe sometimes joined by his dad) would end up helping him go to sleep by playing with his hair, putting on a small puppet show for him while reading a bed time story with cute animal hand puppets.

His favorite bugs are blue butterflies and ladybugs because they would remind him of whenever he helped his mom in the gardens and little butterflies and ladybugs would show up near the flowers in the spring.

He finds hot chocolate or a warm tea comforting on cloudy or rainy days.

His houses garden would probably have like a miniature waterfalls here and there.

Isaac probably has a messenger for himself like Adriel did to communicate through his workers, or just emails them or calls them but never meets any of his workers in person face to face.

He would be a girl dad. Dressing up in frilly princess dresses with plastic tiaras and attending the finest tea parties with the most high quality and rich wooden biscuits and cookies all to make his daughter happy. Of course when he had the time to. He probably has a black silk robe. Wouldn’t be surprised. As well as a really high quality grey or navy blue kimono stashed away in his closet. Maybe a gift from one of his older clients who is aware of his ethnicity background.

He’s really ticklish behind his knee.

He definitely has a disappointed and judgmental Asian dad glare if you do anything stoopid in-front of him.

He would appreciate the listener helping him with taking care of orchids that he gotten, maybe hug the listener from behind with his arms around their waist while they gently watered the orchids and he gives em a small peck on the cheek :D

He’s got a whole bunch of fancy watches, some as gifts from his clients and some from a collection his grandpa probably had of watches.

Elias: He’s mixed with Mexican and Filipino background, the Hispanic side from his mom and the Filipino side from his dad. He likes Thai food a lot. Specially Pad Thai noodles.

Some of his fave desserts are Ube cookies, and concha’s (specifically the white ones).

He would like to hold a grill with his old friends from high school.

He would tackle an enemy down like a football player.

He definitely uses the word “opp” in an unironic way.

He wears compression shirts during a workout, or loose no sleeve shirts that show off his muscles.

Kinda random but he was taller than most of the other Saku verse boys during their tween years.

In middle school and high school he would get really dirty and hurt a lot (scratches, bruises, etc) due to playing sports with his friends.

(this head cannon is inspired off of another crumpets head cannon so credits to them for this idea!) His mom was religious (not crazy religious but yknow) catholic to be specific so he was raised with an upbringing of some religious faith. He isn’t super religious himself tho, not as much as him mom was. And also he probably has a cross necklace as well that he sometimes wears.

Elias wears mostly silver jewelry because it goes well with his skin complexion.

Listens to the reggaeton genre usually and rap too, he would definitely get jiggy with it to El Coco No.

Speaking of dancing, Elias is probably a pretty good dancer but insists that he’s okayish.

He’d make listener dance with him, especially if it’s a romantic song.

He likes some of Franks Sinatras music mainly because it makes him think of his listener probably or his mom due to Franks music (from what I’ve heard) being very sentimental.

He likes to make himself banana milkshakes sometimes in the mornings.

He’s got a sick belt collection and is very much proud of it and WILL show it off to anyone who asks. He’d wear them on special occasions tho or not at all cuz they are his precious babies.

His jaw can open oddly enough very widely without dislocating it somehow.

He’d probably do that thing where people lift up their eyelids inside out to mess with James because James finds it icky and recoils and cringes at it. (He’s done this ever since he was 10 when he discovered James didn’t like that.)

His go to late night snack is a PB&J sandwich or instantly noodles.

Luca: He has a high pitched scream.

He’d have a comfort pillow, he’d cuddle it incase whenever his listener isn’t home (like on a business trip or something)

He has flat hair so he tries to blow dry it to make it have more volume but it isn’t able to hold up for long after a while sometimes.

His hair is very shiny.

He brings a small lotion bottle with him wherever he goes to keep his hands and arms moisturized.

He’s sometimes tempted to eat things that aren’t edible but look edible.

Half of his twitter feed is cats and capybaras.

He might’ve been in a few clubs in high school, like chest or volunteering work.

Luca was a really energetic kid with the people he was closest with and his parents would sometimes struggle keeping up with that.

He liked sandwiches a lot as a kid, he still does and I think he would have a great appreciation for those little tea sandwiches. He’d absolutely adore those sandwiches.

Whenever he’s cooking he puts little hair clips on so his hair doesn’t get in the way of his face and distract him while cooking or getting any hair into the food he’s making. The hair clips probably have little animals on them.

Small head-cannons for the others!:

Andrew likes to wear a lot of gold jewelry, he stretches a lot from having bad seating posture making his body feel sore. Kayson definitely plays around with his brothers by picking them up and throwing them over his shoulder, he’d do this a few time with his listener as well if they are being bratty or playful. Dontis wears those Hawaiian shirts and has crazy bed head. Jonah likes to dye his hair a lot with a bunch of different bright colors, his hair is very dead, and he likes subtle vanilla scents. Rowan likes garlic bread and he gently rubs his listeners hand with his thumb whenever therye nervous or upset. Asirel owns a sick blood red sports car and sometimes sun tans next to his smancy fancy pool with a speedo on and some fancy sunglasses (gotta keep the tan up.)

Okayy thats all for now!! Hope you enjoyed reading and ty for listening to me share! And ofc pls feel free to say your own personal thoughts and feelings on my head cannons or your own personal head cannons! Ty Crumpet Nation! ☆ ～('▽^人)

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hi there! How are you? I hope your doing well! I wanted to send in a request if that’s alright with you, if your requests are closed feel free to ignore this—! Anyways, your writing is also really good as well ^-^ Also quick question but do you take matchups by chance? Anyways, 시작하자!

Could I request Alastor and Vox (together or separately if you like) with a Male! Or GN! Reader who’s was a really famous rapper back on earth but sadly died because they were shot outside after finishing a concert? also the reader raps about true stuff like king von did.

Thank you and have a great day! さようなら！

A/N: Hii! Thank you so much for requesting this & I’m so glad you like my work (i was in a writing slump & was afraid i fell off)!! As of right now I’m not currently doing match ups, but possibly in the future I might! As someone who doesn’t listen to rap all that often this was a bit of a challenge, but we got this 😝

(Inspired by several artists)

Warnings: Headcannon format, headcannoned male reader but can be read as GN, SFW all the way, mentions of shootings, mentions of smut but not in detail,

Songs you can listen too while reading: The World is Yours by Nas. Hail Mary by Tupac. Crazy Story 2.0 by King Von.

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!!

Vox is actually a fan of yours, that’s kind of how you two met

Valentino had been trying to get in contact with a girl on your security team, so he decided to take Vox to a show of yours, the show had just ended and you had been getting asked questions about your life and cameras were everywhere

Now, vox controls the media, television at least, so he decides what makes if on air and what doesn’t and this is how you two talk

you ask him to make a deal with you, nothing negative about your human life gets out into the media and when he asks you to clarify, you tell him

to say he was a bit more than shocked is an understatement

he was TOTALLY shocked to his core and in all honesty he felt bad

so he decides to help your friendship is short and sweet towards the beginning,

your team handling most of the contact the two of you shared so it was usually business talk

untilll he’s invited with valentino to go to a party of yours where the two of you get wasted and end up sleeping together

he’s embarrassed, not of you but of his emotions, is this even right?? did you care at all??

WELLLL turns out you did because the next day when he woke up still at your house you calmly told him of your feelings, and that despite only speaking about business you felt like you two could become more

he almost sheds a tear poor guy is SO OVERJOYED HE WASNT THE ONLY ONE, and from there you two develop a relationship 🫶

your biggest supporter, he is always at concerts and interviews with you to make sure everything goes smoothly ,

he’ll even talk to Velvet to make sure your socials are covered and no one posts anything online about you

want a day to yourself? paparazzi just got a report you’ll be somewhere you totally weren’t thanks to velvet

a crazy fan lied about you? valentino is already on it

you literally never have to worry with Vox around

trust whoever killed you while you were alive WILL be dealt with

Now, Alastor is a tricky man meaning

he hates anything that isnt Jazz or from his time

so he definitely didn’t like you at first

like he wouldn’t even care to listen to music let alone YOURS he’d just walk away or hum something to himself

Charlie is the one that actually gets him to listen, and she explains that your different from other artists, uniquely you

so he caves and decides to sit and give it a listen

ten seconds in and he’s stopping the music getting up and walking away claiming he still doesn’t like it but again,

Charlie is charlie and REFUSES to stop so she makes him restart the song and listen yet again

by the end of it he still doesn’t particularly like the music you make, and a part of him actually hurts your feelings

“Why share your issues to the world? Sharing that side of you makes you weak. Horrible taste!”

Cue Vaggie rolling her eyes and Husk just scoffing because what is this dude yapping about?

Doesn’t help this all happened before you left for a show so your nervous the entire time

Charlie gets upset and scolds him, telling him it’s wrong to say that and it is in fact your music so you can do what you want and he agrees, it is your music, but he’s not gonna listen to it

he’s definitely more personality based out of the two, he does think your a nice person, and after hearing you got shot he almost chokes, it triggers his memory

you catch him sitting in the library of the hotel reading and try talking to him

the conversation is light before you somehow land on the topic of your death and when you learn Alastor too was shot you feel a bit more connected to him

surprisingly enough alastor is the one to approach you about a potential relationship and you’re like extremely excited because how often is it the radio demon asks to date you?!?!?!

he does start going to your shows more often after you two begin seeing each other, and though he isn’t entirely too crazy about it, he goes to support you <3

[muffinsin]

So, in your immortal reader/Daniela request, you implied she had tea parties with her stuffed animals and I just 🥺🥺🥺!

Could you do a modern reader/Dani, where the s/o introduces Squishmallows to our beloved redheaded fruitfly? And Dani just becoming obsessed with these cuddly plushes and dedicating entire rooms in the castle to her growing collection.

Also, I headcannon Alcina blaming s/o for Dani's obsession and pretending to be upset at the Squishmallow infestation in her castle, but secretly has a collection of her own (the super tiny 5 inch egg-shaped ones, because the thought of this giant woman holding these tiny plushes has me rolling).

Of course! Setting’s still at the castle though with only the reader having access to modern things :) precious Dani time🫶 fruitfly lmao- I love it!

Masterlists

You know, Daniela loves stuffed animals

She has a vast collection-

knitted ones gifted to her, ones she has practically begged her sisters to make her, some she has stolen from the village

Daniela seems to love them all, and cuddle them all equally, sometimes even in a big pile

She has countless in her bed alone, ones you must rearrange every time you attempt sleeping or cuddling there

Still, somehow, you’re always still laying on one

And in youthful fashion, Daniela gasps and “rescues” the ones you’re on top of and “squishing”

The thought inspires you:

Swuishmallows

You save the surprise for a rainy, cold day. You know, you won’t need to wait long

Daniela is lounging in her bed as usual, her head hanging off the side and her hands busying themselves with her stuffed giraffe

She beams at you, her face upside down, when you enter her room

“Hello my love! Will you play with me?”, she asks, hopeful

You barely have a moment to brace yourself as Daniela throws a unicorn stuffed animal your way, now sitting fully on the bed again with her legs crossed

You smile at her; it seems not even a rainy day can make the energy and sunshine in your girlfriend go away

Nonetheless, you decide to surprise her today

“I’ve brought you something”, you announce, a smile on your face and a large grin on hers

You’re lucky she hasn’t tackled you yet; Daniela loves surprises

With wide, golden eyes staring up at you, she demands to know what it is

Naturally, you cave in

Her eyes widen and golden eyes become nearly fully black as her iris widens at what you pull from your back

A stuffed animal! A duck! From her ugly duckling story? Maybe!

The animal’s top part is a beautiful green, with only a yellow beak and black eyes visible. Split by a white line, the bottom part is brown

She squeals all too happily, immediately grabbing it

Upon doing so, she gasps

It’s softer than any stuffed animal she has ever had

Daniela squishes it, eyes wide

What is this thing? She doesn’t understand. Never has she had a stuffed animal so perfect!

She smudges it against her face, uncaring of the blood that clings to it. You don’t bother reminding her. Everything can be washed, after all

You watch her for a moment, the second surprise still behind your back, smiling as she admires it

It’s a surprise she hasn’t broken it yet, rea-

Daniela shrieks as she bites into it, her sharp fangs stuck in the soft fabric of the duck squishmallow

She can barely see you with the stuffed animal in her face

It’s a sight enough to make you laugh, your precious lover tying to pull her sharp, fang-like teeth back out of the soft fabric she was bound to bite into

“Let me, sweet girl”, you coo, setting the second squishmallow on the floor where she cannot see it yet

She stays relatively still for you as you untangle her, a wide grin persisting on her lips once you take the stuffed animal from her

She whines, reaching for it yet again, and when you take too long, her swarm eagerly retrieves it from you

“Will you play with me now?!”, she asks eagerly, swarming from her bed with the duck clutched tightly to her chest

Her eyes widen at the second squishmallow on the floor, though

A cow! With adorable little horns!

Immediately she reaches for it too, whining only when you lift it and hold it out of her reach

“I thought you wanted to play, buttercup”, you reason, a toothy grin on your lips as her eyes widen and a large smile widens on her lips

Immediately, you’re yanked to the table for a tea party with her new additions!

Upon finding out there are multiple different squishmallows, Daniela nearly goes into a frenzy

She wants them all! She needs them all!

Being the spoiled, youngest daughter she is, she immediately swarms off to find Alcina once you tell her of the many squishmallows existing

You don’t need to be present to know Daniela is unrelenting

“Mother? Mother? Mother, please! Mother we need it!”, she whines. Although “we” truly just means Daniela needs it

Alcina sighs. She knows, this will become a new obsession for her daughter- a pricy one at that

Daniela plays dirty, and is very well aware of the weapons in her holster

She immediately grasps her most powerful one, and Alcina has trouble tearing her gaze away from the golden, perfectly trained puppy eyes that stare up at her

“Please, mama?”

“I suppose, what are a few ones, my dove?…”

Daniela grins triumphantly

Of course, it is not only a few

With your IPad in Daniela’s hand and your hand clasped in hers, she practically shoves it in her mother’s face

“We need these!”, she reasons. “We already put them in the basket, Mother!”, she says, bouncing in place in excitement, so much so Alcina needs to take the strange, glowing IPad from her

18 squishmallows?!

Upon looking down, scolding words turn into mush when Alcina once again looks into Daniela’s wide, golden eyes

“It’s so lonely at the castle, mama. We can’t even go outside now”, Daniela whines

She knows, this is a battle she has won yet again. Her mother can never truly say no to her

And so, the eager woman waits day and night at the window

At last! At last they arrive!

When you enter her room, you see only her face and the tip of her head poking out of a large pile of stuffed animals- her squishmallows

A yellow lion that she has adorned with a small hat!

A pink butterfly, the wings glittery, a panda, a green dinosaur, a red crab, a pink unicorn, with a ring slung over the horn, a koala, a mouse in grey and with pink ears

8 so far, but there’s more hidden in the pile!

A bee, yellow with black stripes, a clownfish she has named, of course, Nemo. You don’t even need to ask her to know this. You know her

A red and purple octopus, a raccoon, a grey cat, a pink, and a grey bunny

Lastly, a leopard, and a fly she holds close to her

You smile. How fitting

She giggles as she rolls around in her not so little pile, marking them all with her scent and giggling at the softness

Her laughter and giggles only increase in volume when you too join her, your arms around her in the soft pile

Daniela, unsurprisingly, becomes obsessed with the squishmallows

She wants them all! She wants to collect them!

And so, she asks her mother for a room yet again

Technically, all three sisters were given rooms just for themselves: Bela a study, Cassandra a laboratory in the dungeons, and Daniela a warm, cozy room at the library to cuddle in and pile books

But she just ran out of space!

And Bela reaaaaally had her feathers ruffled when she attempted to pile her stuffed animals in her study

Why?, Daniela still doesn’t understand. It’s not like they’re doing anything!

With her sisters supporting her wish of a room for her stuffed animals- if only to have their rooms not infested with them- Daniela grins when Alcina grants her one near her room

Immediately, she wants to have shelves and cuddle corners everywhere for her stuffed animals

You eagerly support her, smiling as she, with a lot of care, places them everywhere with a toothy grin

She’s so happy, you can’t help but spoil her a little bit

And so, you indulge her

Daniela is head over heels when she is given minis, keychain sized squishmallows, as well as rare ones

A cat with a hat?! She must have it!

Alcina does put a stop to it once the room is full, much to Daniela’s dismay

Even her puppy eyes won’t do the trick!

Instead she is scolded by her mother! Daniela doesn’t mind. She knows the countess can never stay mad or disappointed with her for long

She’s her precious youngest, after all! A card you know Daniela loves to play

According to Alcina, she can only have as many as fit in the room

Naturally, Daniela attempts to hide some in her sisters’s rooms. With no luck, only glares and scoldings coming her way

You remember a particular day on which a very grumpy and moody Daniela returned to her room, three squishmallows she had attempted to hide in her arms, having just came back from a three hour scolding of Bela

As usual, her unhappiness doesn’t persist, though

Instead you find yourself tackled as she shows you her collection for what must’ve been the 24th time already

She’s frowning, however, upon noticing 4 are missing

Big, wide eyes stare at you. You almost smile at her adorably confused expression

Where’s her mini egg? The beautiful Easter one?

Where’s her tiny bat? With the pretty, golden eyes?

Where’s her frog?! She already named her Layla the Frog-Princess!

Where’s her avocado mini?

As she whines against your neck and you stroke her back, you become more aware of the avocado mini in your pocket

So what? You’re granted to have one too, and, just as expected, Daniela soon forgets about her missing squishmallows

And so, unbeknownst to everybody

Bela works with a tiny frog squishmallow staring at her as she edits the paperwork

Cassandra has a small bat she sleeps with and hides under her pillow

And Alcina fiddles with a tiny, far too small for her, egg until it sits perfectly on her drawer. A little decoration never hurt nobody

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Elliot Masterlist 2 ♥️

This is strictly my Elliot Masterlist.

Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!

This is where you'll find all of my Elliot blurbs since this list is too long to add into the regular Masterlists.

Overwhelmed:

Summary/Request: "Please i need some fluffy Elliot rn, i’m so stressed; Elliot takes care of the reader."

Sound Asleep:

Summary/Request: "elliot x femreader imagine where the reader is having trouble sleeping and Elliot helps her like fucks her to sleep, but it’s rlly sweet bc he’s so gentle with her"

Last Dance:

Summary/Request: "Can I request Elliott x reader where reader does the whole dance scene rue did in ep. 3 and Elliot catches her when he comes to pick her up for school?"

Rough Day:

Summary/Request: "Elliot comforts reader while she’s sad?"

Spa Night:

Summary/Request: "This is based off of a request for Elliot and the reader doing facemasks together. Super cute idea."

Period:

Summary/Request: "could i please request a blurb or headcannons on elliot babying and taking care of fem!reader when she's on her period?"

Middle of The Night:

Summary/Request: "This is a request based on Elliot finding out that the reader used to self harm when they were younger. So, trigger warning here."

Singing In The Rain:

Summary/Request: "Elliot shares a cute moment with his girlfriend out in the rain one night after walking home from a party."

Knuckle Deep:

Summary/Request: "smutty blurb with Elliot where reader keeps denying that she's into him even though he's currently giving her the time of her life?"

Dumb:

Summary/Request: "dumbification is basically fucking someone till they’re dumb LMAOAOAOA, so like they can barely form word and they’re just babbling"

Further Into You:

Summary/Request: "elliot and reader looking into each other's eyes while lying next to each other and they're stroking each other's cheeks."

Skins:

Summary/Request: "smutty elliot blurb based off of skins by mac miller?"

Migraine:

Summary/Request: "i was wondering if you could do a little blurb with fez or elliot where the reader has a migraine and they comfort her :)"

Make Me:

Summary/Request: "hey love could you write hate fucking elliot"

Pleading:

Summary/Request: "sub elliot blurb pls?"

I've Got You:

Summary/Request: "Comforting Elliot after a nightmare?"

Panic:

Summary/Request: "elliot helping reader calm down from a panic attack?"

Be Nice:

Summary/Request: "super sweet tooth rotting pillow talk fluff with elliot?"

Sleep Deprivation:

Summary/Request: "elliott fluff where reader is sleep deprived because of finals and he reminds reader that a break is good?"

Love To Make Love:

Summary/Request: "but can we get more love making type elliot smut?"

Raw:

Summary/Request: "What about Elliot having a Breeding Kink?"

Shut Up and Kiss Me:

Summary/Request: "dom blowing your back out in the bathroom of a party"

Dumb Virgin:

Summary/Request: "Playful interaction of Elliot finding out the readers a virgin?"

Cameras:

Summary/Request: "Anyway do you think you can write an Elliot smut inspired by the song “cameras” by Mac Miller 😝✌️"

Suffocating:

Summary/Request: "elliot fluff pls it's been a rough week :("

Got High:

Summary/Request: "can i get a blurb of just like getting high with elliot, just cute shit idk i get cuddly asf when im high"

Breath Against Glass:

Summary/Request: "shower s$x with elliot???"

Hyperventilate:

Summary/Request: "can i get a blurb of elliot comforting reader while she’s like hyperventilating"

Fucked Dumb:

Summary/Request: "I remember reading the dumbification blurb with Elliot what if he fucked reader dumb instead of the other way around???"

Sorry:

Summary/Request: "Sorry if these is too cheesy 😭 but could you do elliot x reader with the “sorry” “you say sorry a lot” trope"

Gouge:

Summary/Request: "Hiii could I get a fluffy protective Elliot blurb? 💞"

Don't Get Shy:

Summary/Request: "gentle elliot smut (it could be a headcanon, blurb, preference or full on one shot whatever tickles your fancy :)) where reader is scared to make noise and elliot sorta urges her too"

Drunk:

Summary/Request: "can I please get an elliot taking care of drunk reader and it's just straight up soft!elliot please<3"

Green Light:

Summary/Request: "heyy i love your work i was wondering if you could write some more sub elliot or dom smut please"

Sleeping Beauty:

Summary/Request: "This is self indulgent but I would love for you to write sick reader x Elliot - with him being so sweet and caring"

Camping:

Summary/Request: "request where Elliot takes you camping?? maybe a little smutty:))"

Small:

Summary/Request: "hi I was wondering if you could do a smut prompt where elliot has a size kink and manhandles the reader during the do?"

Timing:

Summary/Request: "can i request like something sweet where the reader was there with Jules, Rue, and Elliot when they were doing there dares and there is one dare that Jules and/or Rue dare Elliot or the reader to kiss each other,"

Alone Together:

Summary/Request: "can I request prompts 8,14 and 16 with elliot and can you make it fluffy and flirty please <3"

Wrong Time:

Summary/Request: "hi honey! would you be able to do lies/unrequited love situations with the prompts “you’re being mean” and “i hate the way that i don’t hate you and i so desperately want to'"

24 Hour Watch:

Summary/Request: "Like reader is just going through some shit and is feeling supes angry all the time and their bf notices and maybe they just have a cuddle sesh."

Shy:

Summary/Request: "prompt: “you’re addicting” “they can probably hear you” “oh, now you’re shy”"

Fix This:

Summary/Request: "prompts: It would be better if you stayed away from me, How many times am i supposed to forgive you, You didn’t just break promises, you broke me."

Booty Call:

Summary/Request: "friends w/ benefits to lovers where everyone thinks they’re dating because they’re always seen all up on each other and kissy and cuddly with each other but then they eventually start dating with elliot"

You Cry, I Cry:

Summary/Request: "hello again! this is a heavy topic but can i request reader and elliot having a conversation after he relapses with the prompts “hey, look at me. i’m not going anywhere.” and “if you cry, i’ll cry - that won’t be fun for anyone” please?"

Take It So Well:

Summary/Request: "Could you please do elliot (euphoria), “eyes on me,” “why are you such a tease?”, “tell me what you want” and the situation is one bed?"

R U Mine:

Summary/Request: "Elliot doing a cover of Arctic Monkeys’s “R U Mine?” 😩"

On The Table:

Summary/Request: "elliot and the reader are at a party and the reader spills their drink on their outfit. Elliot helps the reader clean up and gives the reader his sweatshirt or something."

Inconspicuous:

Summary/Request: "I REQUEST ELLIOT SMUT NEOW."

Drugs and Sex:

Summary/Request: "hii can you do a 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.' kinda flirty with elliot? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏽"

You Called, I Came:

Summary/Request: "Can I request prompts 6 and 18 for Elliot please <3"

The Tub:

Summary/Request: "elliot euphoria, prompt 10 please? tysm :)"

Not Your Friend:

Summary/Request: "can you please do a one about Elliot from Euphoria with prompt 20 and like the trope of sexual tension/jealousy pls?"

Gift Giving:

Summary/Request: "hi hi! could you do a Christmas with Elliot (euphoria)? He and the reader are hanging out in Elliot’s room opening gifts and they kiss under the mistletoe 🤭🫶🏽"

His Fault:

Summary/Request: "I was wondering if I could request another one with Elliot but with Prompts 13, 16 and 17?"

Unworthy:

Summary/Request: "I was wondering if you could write angst/fluff where Elliot overhears the guys in the locker room talking badly about him which ends up making him feel insecure, and then he tells reader about how he feels unworthy of her?"

Fuck With Eachother:

Summary/Request: "i have a elliot request cuz he’s my comfort character atm: could it be like platonic soulmates with prompt 16 where they’re just a bit flirty but like in a sarcastic way"

The Same Way:

Summary/Request: "Hey, can you do when the reader and Elliot are besties and he’s is in love with her but is scared to tell her bc he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. But then he tells her and she feels the same way"

Fawning and Falling:

Summary/Request: "Hi friend, can you write an Elliot x vaughn!reader? Maybe some angst once Jules realizes the guy that her younger sister has been sneaking around with is actually her sort-of-ex boyfriend?"

Birthday Boy:

Summary/Request: "how about Elliot (euphoria) celebrating his birthday? maybe just with the reader? and a drop of smut (idk if that makes sense?)you have full reigns on the creativity of it! happy belated birthday to your blog, liz <3"

Joking:

Summary/Request: "can you please do prompt 25 and 26 where he’s trying to apologize for something stupid he did (flirt with her friend or something)"

Implied:

Summary/Request: "Elliot with enemies to lovers?? And with the prompt 14?"

Stupid Perfect:

Summary/Request: "Rue and Jules introduce Elliot to the reader at a party and they slowly go from enemies to lovers when one night, they're alone and things get spicy. Prompts 15 & 19."

Clean Sheets:

Summary/Request: "can I pls request a fic of Elliot from Euphoria in honour of Valentine’s Day? maybe use the prompt 'See I was gonna cover myself in whip cream and chocolate syrup but then I remembered I like my clean sheets'."

[jenyifer]

Mew doesn’t deserve Boston as a friend

**Talking about Mew not Book. Book has done a wonderful job with his acting deserves big hugs I can’t imagine how difficult this role was for him. **

So last week I said Boston deserves Mew as a friend and the post was mainly about how Boston has been a good friend to Mew the reverse is not true. First let me get my own headcannon’ s out of the way no I haven’t read the book or read spoilers so don’t tell me. I believe Mew and Cheum have been friends for a longer amount of time and we found out from episode 10 Cheum met Boston their first year of university that’s why Mew and Cheum’s bond seems closer than the others.

Mew and Top were not dating when Boston and Top cheated. Mew and Top are official at the end of ep4 and Mew says infront of Boston 3 times he’s not dating Top. Yes it still shitty however not Murder Blackmail someone who is your “friend”. Also hypocrisy here with Mew kissing fucking Boeing back. So mew isn’t dating top now so it’s okay? Sure Jan.

All of the friends rely on Boston and he provides what the they ask of him. Mew tells Boston to help care for Ray. We KNOW he does. Boston wakes ray up in class. He drives him home. He stays with Ray when he asks. Cheum relies on Boston to talk to her brother when he won’t talk to any one else. Mew asks Boston to find them a designer. He does. Mew asks Boston for his opinion on Top and Boston tells him that Top dumps people after 3 months which we know from Boeing that’s true.

All of that is true but Boston is just a heartless slut for Mew to feel morally superior to when the only time I have seen Mew do something for another character was Ray’s attempt on his own life. What else? Nothing. But no Boston is the heartless one.

Mew knows how special Nick is. He’s well aware Boston doesn’t sleep with the same person regularly. That’s why Mew assumes Boston and Nick are seeing eachother at the pool. Something that I think ✨inspired✨ Mew to become official with Top then have his own pool date because Mew has to be better than Boston. Despite knowing how important Nick is Mew sure is quick to remind Nick of his place just hired help. Useful tool. Don’t get any ideas that you are more than that. Mean girl energy. Mew can’t even pretend to be civil to Boston’s person. Oh maybe it’s because they weren’t dating… Humm… double standard again….

Mew immediately manipulates Nick into telling Mew about Gap by playing on Nick’s insecurity. Nick was never important to Boston by Mew’s telling. Even though we know Mew is aware this is a fucking lie. Mew and Cheum have been gossiping about BostonNick developments for a while. Mew does this just to be fucking nasty. Boston doesn’t need a friend who can’t see the value he puts on Nick as a person. Not as a tool or sex toy.

Mew steals the vid from gaps computer doesn’t delete it from the computer. Then he tried to show Boston’s dad the video (so the vid is on the laptop too) and he shows Boston the clip on his phone. Mew has the audacity to think outing Boston and getting him sent to America would be proper punishment? Mew was going to do it. Murder his friend’s future. Seriously fantasize about Drowning his friend. Then to keep Boston in line he keeps the clip? Fucking sick and he has the audacity to call Boston filthy?

Boston after this event stays quiet he continued to help with the project mind you he’s already contributed Top who designed everything and Nick who installed security system and made the website. He is a tamed dog. And yet Mew didn’t invite him to the Halloween party. He fucking insults him though insisting that Boston and Top are still fucking. Yeah right Boston seems sooooo into that pathetic desperate sad rich boy.

Let’s get on to ep 10 my final fucking straw

But Mew has the audacity to storm into Bostons house see the wall of lock boxes where Boston keeps his photos (not digital) and has the balls to say oh of course Boston would black mail someone to sleep with him. Really? Mew is the one with blackmail on Boston. Mew is the one who manipulated Boston’s person into saying that Boston’s closest guarded secret was a guy had taken video of him having sex. Mew is the one with two copies of the video to dangle over his head so he plays the silent friend the butt of your jokes.

Boston had every right to look at Mew like he might slap him. But Boston just takes it because he did actually love his friends at one point and there is no use arguing with them. Boston believes he is the monster they claim him to be even with Nicks assurances that “Bostons friends love him for who he is”

Mew never loved Boston. Boston was just a person to make Mew look better. Mew doesn’t deserve to have someone like Boston in his life. Mew can’t appreciate anything beyond his nose and that’s always up in the air because he’s SOOOOOO much better than anyone else. Literally there is no reason Boston should ever forgive him or see him again.

Maybe Mew liked the idea of found family from his fantasy books that are in the shelves of his home. As a closeted queer child I think that’s what drew me to the genre lots of people from different walks of life and species coming together to go on an adventure. Often the found family aspect was more captivating than any romance the book had to offer. I longed to have a group of people to feel as close to me as my siblings who would accept me. Maybe that’s why Mew tried to assemble a found family of his own with a hunter, drunkard, table holder, and a dancer. But when Top came into the picture Mew let that fly out of the window. So he superficially held onto Boston hoping by blackmailing him Mew would eventually be able to play paddy cake with him again. But Mew should never be forgiven for what he’s did to Boston episode 10.

Can’t wait to see that smug smile slip from his face

[aloneditee]

Sephiran the Strange

I thought of some more dumb headcannons for Sephiran. and also was inspired by the absolute geniuses in the reblog tags of my previous post which u can read here. And also read the reblog comments and tags for more sephiran shenanigans.

WARNING: This installment has spoilers and also mentions of violence.

Sephiran is a chronic info dumper to anyone that will listen (almost always Zelgius btw). One time I doodled Sephiran rambling to Zelgius about his discovery of normal lizards and how much they resemble dragons except lizards are adorable and (relatively) harmless little guys. This guy would have a blast when he discovers the absolute creatures that reside Australia (lots of lizards and snakes lol). Becuase he is old and travels a lot he will have lots of stories to talk your ear off about.

Adding onto this he is particularly fond of talking about Sanaki and her strange behaviour to anyone that will listen and I know this because of that one feh event. The BK winter festival party thing. you know the one.

Along the same vein he also tells Sanaki a story that he makes up himself before she goes to sleep. The story is based off real events probably but he changes up the lore a bit to make it way cooler or less scary.

He has to come up with creative ways to get out of going to dinner with duke Tanas (Oliver is a freak but that dialogue in RD made him sound like he was trying to flirt with Sephiran and understandably Sephiran responded with "judgement cannot come soon enough"). The excuses get less and less believable and more unhinged as time goes on but Oliver is none the wiser.

A lot of people mentioned Sephiran being a vegetarian. I would like to add during group dinners (and dates) he gives his meat servings to Zelgius.

There have probably been a few attempts to assassinate the Prime Minister during his time (and probably during RD when he got kicked out of the Senate too). Everyone in the Senate is really fucking confused on how he keeps surviving these near-death experiences as if he literally revives (spoilers: he is immortal).

He also messes with his assassins too. When he wakes back up he would politely greet them and ask them how their day was and they're just standing there like. fuck. what the fuck. how.

He can play the harp and piano. This isn't peculiar behaviour but I need you all to know he plays instruments.

He can't hold in his laughter especially if he's laughing at you not with you. Not everyone can have perfect social etiquette. Yous remember the ending of PoR right...

I am not the first nor the last to mention the fact that Sephiran ended up in jail twice throughout the duology. I have a feeling the first time in PoR was not his first rodeo either.

[chronically-enthusiastic]

Okay I am definately normal about this /sarcasm so I wrote an thing of the parallels between Good Omens and Last Kiss by Taylor Swift (I was not expecting there to be this many....)

Inspired by @seaphineart 's one of SOS by ABBA.

I still remember the look on your face //Lit through the darkness at 1:58

Im headcannoning that 1.58 is actually 158 AD

The words that you whispered for just us to know

All of the times they met through history and discussed things that humans woukdnt understand, the words of the ineffable divorce. And also you can't tell me that they never whispered to each other at a theatre/other entertainment thing.

You told me you loved me // So why did you go away? // Away

Do I really need to explain? Really? [For those who do need an explanation: Crowley confessed his love to Aziraphale, and in Aziraphale's eyes Crowley left him.]

I do recall now, the smell of the rain // Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane

Crowley's desctiption of getting people wet makes them fall in love, this is Aziraphale reflecting on them, and how they were (probably) in the rain and he wanted to kiss crowley. Also ran off the plane could be a metaphor for aziraphale running away from crowley when this happens because hes scared of his feelings.

That July ninth, the beat of your heart // It jumps through your shirt

Errrrmmmmm...... Remember when Aziraphale slid his hand over Crowley's heart in the pub?

I can still feel your arms

And this is Crowley remembering it. And both of the remembering the kiss....

But now I'll go // Sit on the floor wearing your clothes

Crowley probably did this when Aziraphale went to Edinburgh, maybe not wearing them but at least holding them.....

All that I know is I don't know // How to be something you miss

Crowley about Aziraphale C: but the bookshop? A: oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever. CROWLEY MEANT HIMSELF WHEN HE SAID BOOKSHOP AND HE NOW THINKS THAT AZIRAPHALE WONT MISS HIM!

I never thought we'd have a last kiss

They never thought theyd actually have a first kiss, let alone a last kiss.....

I never imagined we'd end like this

And they definately never imagined it would end like this. Who couldve imagined Aziraphale would go back to heaven???? Definately not Crowley - his certainty that Aziraphale said no. ("And you told them exactly where they could stick it?")

Your name, forever the name on my lips

Aziraphale touching his lips.......

I do remember the swing of your step

Whatever we call Crowley's walk is definately a swing.......

The life of the party, you're showing off again

The ball, anyone?

And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in // I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did

THIS LITERALLY HAPPENED!!!!

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father

(They like holding hands...........)

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

Crowley does this...!!!!!!

How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something

Again...... This is kind of what happened on the final scene.....

There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

[Chorus has already been analysed]

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

Crowley certainly looks at the picture of them from 1941 fairly frequently now Aziraphales gone...

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

Okay this could be a reference to the magic trick theory where the metatron is editing their (or just aziraphale's) memories.....

And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

Crowley and muriel??

Hope it's nice where you are // And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day // And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed

If Aziraphales entire time in heaven is not this then I will be shocked

You can plan for a change in the weather and time // But I never planned on you changing your mind

CROWLEY NEVER PLANNED ON AZIRAPHALE CHANGING HIS MIND ABOUT HEAVEN

[circuscarnage]

Stormy Night.

Bluh okay so vent writing is a thing now. We’ve had some dreadful weather over here. Hail, rain, high winds, storms. It was so bad part of the kitchen was covered in water, leaking in through the windows. I’ve spent my time either shaking in the class or cowering in my room. And let’s not even get started on me having a breakdown whilst giving a presentation. So I wrote this to vent.

Words: 2280.

The dark wood doors of the Diasomnia dorm flung open, a massive gust of wind entered the common area, causing some of the candles to flicker wildly on their stands. A student managed to pull themselves in from the harsh weather outside, stumbling over their own feet from the shift in amplitude. Outside the weather worsened. Dark clouds hung heavy in the air, already thrashing down heavy pleats of rain. She leaned against the door, pushing it back into place, fighting a one-sided battle against mother nature herself. It slammed shut, causing the student to fall over onto the tiled floor. 

She laid there for a moment, finally being able to breathe after practically drowning in the rain storm outside. She wasn't suppose to be here. Her white uniform against the dark colour scheme was enough of an indication. In all honesty, she didn't have much of a choice. The Diasomnia dorm was the closest, and the storm was only growing worse by the second. If she had spent anymore time out there, she would have drowned. With limited options, she decided that this was her best choice. Perhaps Ali or Blue would take pity on this poor soul and allow her to have a change of clothes, maybe even a blanket. She would get sick if she stayed in this damp uniform.

With the intention of getting warm in mind, she picked herself off the floor and looked around. Not a single soul in sight. Entering the warm common room did little to ease her shivers. It was here that she was finally able to get a good look at herself. The black mirror beside the entrance displayed a picture of a stowaway that had been lost at sea. Her hair was completely soaked, sticking to her face at odd angles, creating an amalgamation of thick strands to grasp at her head. The Heartslabyul jacket looked like it had been dipped in a lake, dripping water off every seam and clinging to her body for dear life. Socks see-through and only just able to keep themselves up. If Vil saw the state she was in, he would surly faint. She didn't even need to look at her shoes to know they left a wet footprint wherever she stepped. Maybe she should take the shoes off? No. Her socks were also in terrible shape. It wouldn't help much. Promptly she turned on her heels and headed towards the fireplace. 

Luckily for her, it was already lit, roaring with heated intensity. The green flames flickered at her presence, leaning towards the stranger that settled in the dorm. All she needed to do was make it to her friends room and ask for a change of clothes. Perhaps even an invitation to stay, depending on whether or not the storm was going to pass. Looking at the rain lashing harshly against the tall window, it didn't seem likely. She turned her attention to the large grandfather clock that was seated off to the right. 11:46pm. The perfect time to be sneaking into another dorm for some warmth. Not that it was going to do her any good. Riddle would surely have her head if he knew she was out past curfew-

"Anna?"

Startled at the sudden voice, she snapped out of her daze. Standing at the top of the stairs was a figure she knew all too well. One of Malleus's esteemed guards, Sebek Zigvolt, stood positioned and poised, staring down at her. He still held the same authoritative aura, even after hours. She had to admit, that was some dedication. "I was just finishing my patrol when I heard someone enter. What are you doing here at this dreadful hour? And in such a state?" He began to walk down the steps, his concern only growing as he got closer. He could see the bags that hung under her eyes, even though her smudged makeup was trying to cover it.

"Studying." She said blankly.

He raised a brow. "In the rain?"

"In the library. Just let me use the fireplace to warm up as the storm blows over. I'm sure it'll leave soon." As soon as that sentence left her mouth, another wave of rain started to bat against the glass, this one more aggressive than before. It was accompanied by the howling wind, seeming to amplify the storms reluctance to leave. He watched as she started to cower at the noise, every shiver followed by a small whimper. Storms were not common at Night Raven, but when they appeared, it was expected some damage would be done. Last time Crowley had to spend the entire day trying to repair the west wing of the Savanaclaw dorm after the wall had been completely demolished. And lets not get started at how mad Riddle was when he found out how many rosebushes had been uprooted.

"You're not going back outside." Sebek decided. It was far too dangerous. One step outside and she would be swept away. 

"Alright, fine. I'll go and see if my friends are awake." She went to take a step forward, before a hand stopped her.

"I would advise against that. Most students have already retired for the night. It would be unwise to disturb them."

"Well then, what do I do?" 

Sebek retained his position. The school rules did not permit students to trespass on other dorms after curfew. It was an offence that Leona knew too well. Things like that would leave a permanent mark on your report. All of the rules stated that she should be returned to her own dorm. However, with the state she was in, he couldn't bring himself to simply send her away. There was another option, but it was a tad risky.

He cleared his throat. "As a member of Diasomnia, it would reflect badly on our reputation if I did not assist a fellow student in need." He adverted his gaze for a moment, instead focusing his eyes elsewhere. Checking around to see if anyone else was awake. It seemed they were the only ones there. With furrowed brows and a slight pout, she looked back at the fire. Green flames reflecting in her glassy orbs. "You always say that." Whenever he wanted to help, it was always because of that prestigious reputation Diasomnia held. Was he using it as an excuse, or was he genuinely concerned about it? "I'm sorry for always dragging their reputation down. Didn't realise I was so much of a burden."

Sebek blinked. "That's not what I..." He paused. It was never his intention to make her feel worse. "...Never mind. Just come with me." He turned on his heels and started to head back up the stairs, ushering her to follow. With one last glance back at the storm outside, she complied.

It would be a lie if Anna said she didn't feel a tad awkward right now. After trailing after the guard upstairs, she was ushered into his room, given a change of clothes, and told she would be spending the night here until the storm passed. Now she was sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing an oversized pair of spare pyjamas, and waiting in uncertain silence. The storm continued it's destructive dance, bashing against the window with hostility. She winced away from the sight. Although not high on her list of fears, storms were still frightening enough. It wasn't long before he reentered the room, having himself changed from his uniform. At first, she didn't recognise him. Almost believing a stranger had walked in. His hair, which was usually slicked back, was now hanging down. Some loose strands dropping down in front of his eyes. She quickly adverted her gaze, once she realised she had been caught staring. 

There was a trace of uncertainty in the air. Both seemed to be waiting for a signal from the other, but the affirmation was unknown. Determined not to be stuck in an awkward silence, Sebek cleared his throat. "I hope you realise how much trouble you are," He turned his back and started to shift through the paper on his desk. "Maybe then you would stop being so reckless..." 

"I know, I know. You told me the same thing last week." She let out a disgruntled breath as she rested her chin in her hand. "I appreciate that you're looking out for me though." If he did let out a response, she didn't catch it. There was a pause. "Where are you sleeping?" She questioned. Suddenly being very aware that there was only one bed. He gestured to a high back chair sitting next to the desk before flopping down into it, the purple satin shifting under his weight.

Anna frowned. He didn't actually expect her to sleep in his bed, did he? This was his room, after all. If anyone had the right to sleep there, it was him. He had already helped her enough, this just seemed excessive. "Sebek you are not sleeping in a chair, it's bad for you posture." She stood up and walked over to him, gesturing with her hands for him to move. After receiving no reaction, she held onto his wrists, dug her heels into the floor, and tried to pull him up. He didn't even budge. Only watching her efforts in vain with an invisible soft smile. When she saw that no progress was being made, she let out a disgruntled breath and crossed her arms. "I'm suppose to be the difficult one, not the other way around." 

"After being out in a storm, you're not sleeping in a chair."

"But-" She stopped as soon as his gaze met hers. Stern eyes that told her not to argue back. Something told her she wouldn't get a chance like this again. So stop being difficult and just accept it. "Fine." She grumbled. "But a fair warning. You can't get a good nights sleep in a chair."

She was right. No matter how hard the boy tried, he was never able to get comfortable enough to drift off. He tried everything. From sitting upright to slouching down, even adjusting the cushion in several different positions, it didn't help. Grumbling to himself, he took another glance out the window. The intensity of the storm seemed to have increased, thunder was starting to bellow outside. The reckless sound echoing within the castle walls. It felt like no one was going to sleep tonight.

The flash of light that illuminated the room every few seconds was becoming more erratic, outlining the objects in his room with a bleak light. Giving up on the idea of sleep, he started to walk around the room, his mind starting to wonder. What the hell was he doing? Letting a student outside of the Diasomnia dorm stay the night. If anyone found out, there would surely be talk. Would Malleus mind? Oh god he hoped Malleus wouldn't scold his actions. He had always pried himself on being a strict rule follower, never faulting for anyone. But rules always seemed to be bent whenever she was around. He cast a glance in her direction, surprised to find that she wasn't sleeping as peacefully as he hoped.

Even though she was wrapped tightly in the covers, it did not stop the rapid shaking that convulsed through her body. The storm outside continued on. Every strike against the window only burred her deeper into the duvet. He stood at her side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, shaking gently. Without warning she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and clinging on tight to the fabric of his shirt. Her uneven breathing spilled out of her lungs, unable to contain the panic that was coursing through her heart. Sebek froze up, not exactly processing what was happening. His hands instinctively went up in defence as he studied the person clutching onto him for dear life. Her delightful aura was gone, replaced with fear. 

"Sebey..." She started. Voice in silent whispers, hollow and void. Her already shaking hands gripped deeper into the fabric, threatening to cause a tear. "P-please..." Her sentence trailed off, unable to form words. Too much was going on. Too many sounds. Too many lights. Too many emotions begging to seep out. It was all so overwhelming. She just wanted it to stop.

He had seen this before. Humans cowering in fear. Scared and skittish, hiding from the dangers in the world. Their eyes pleading to be safe. They would try and distance themselves as far away from him as possible, creating a display of timid distress. But this time was different. Instead of shrinking away from him, she was taking solace in his presence, reluctant to let go. Her eyes, though still pleading, were begging him to stay. 

Once he realised the situation he was in, he could only breathe out a small sigh, before being replaced by a slight chuckle. His hands wrapped around her shivering form as he sat down beside her, pulling her in close. "You humans always get so worked up over the simplest of things." He rested his chin on top of her head, trying his best to comfort her. It never occurred to him that he would be in a position like this. His intimidating stature and stern gaze was enough to urge students away. It worked in his favour when guarding Malleus, not so much when comforting students. But if there was one person who felt genuinely safe around him, he wouldn't want it to be anyone else. 

"I'll stay with you until the storm passes. Don't worry. I'm here."

[bokutosmochi]

random akaashi keiji headcannons chapter II

what's it? general

allergen warning/s? n/a

sugar level? 0.6k

regulars? @hanayanetwork​

♧ journals a lot, but especially when he's stressed. there's something about the ripping of the paper and the gluing of the photos that makes him so relaxed. he thinks it's the asmr, or maybe it's the feeling of doing the process, or maybe it's the way he's writing his feelings down and not bottling it inside him, or maybe it's all of it.

♧ idk if it's not obvious enough, but he is the mom friend. if his friends are going out drinking, he's the one who's going to stay sober for the night -- the designated driver. also he has everything one might need when going out -- tissues, lipbalm, bandaids, alcohol, paracetamols, even pads/tampons if he's with his girlfriend.

♧ likes flower pressing. he puts some of his work on his journal to decorate them, and some are on frames hung up in his apartment.

♧ if he was on tiktok, he would 100% be on booktok or anything similar to that. despite being on the app for a longer time than what he cares to admit, he's a little clueless when it comes to those tiktok text pranks because of that.

♧ worked at a coffee shop once when he was fresh from graduating college and looking for a job. he honestly really enjoyed it and if money wasn't an issue, he probably would have stayed a barista for a long, long time.

♧ always sleeps with a nightlight on. though the night in general does unsettle him to a degree, it's not really the reason for it. the actual reason is because sometimes, he'll wake up randomly at four am and get a random idea for the poetry book he's currently writing. it's there so there'll always be some light in his room whenever he finds himself reaching for the notebook and pen on his bedside table before the idea and inspiration disappears.

♧ has an eye for interior design and fashion, he just chose to not pursue it.

♧ an overachiever. definitely an overachiever. experienced burnout a lot, but like how he used to help bokuto whenever he got into his emo mode, the former captain of fukurodani's boys volleyball team is able to get him out of a funk as well.

♧ really bad at flirting with people he doesn't like, but people get crushes on him often -- especially girls because of him being respectful and educated. he's the cute, quiet, smart person at the back of the class who always smells good and is ready for everything -- pop quiz? aced it. the girl beside him snapped her hair tie? he knew buying that pack in the discount bin of the hundred yen store would come in handy. someone scraped their knee? of course he has bandaids.

♧ doesn't get crushes on people often. however, when he does, he ends up falling head over heels for them. often times, his crushes are they even just crushes at this point? lasts for years.

♧ overthinks questions a lot, especially if it's some kind of important social issue. he likes discussing multiple sides of the story, looking at each's pros and cons, if one outweighs the other.

♧ related to the last headcannon, he doesn't make an opinion about said important societal issue if he's not educated about it. he's very confused as to why people do so.

♧ doesn't exactly think he's smarter than other people, he just thinks other people don't think enough -- they make decisions and voice out their opinion without actually thinking it through logically.

♧ a minimalist. his apartment's walls are just a plain white color with some gold-colored decoration here and there. he has quite a few succulents though, and most of his lighting there is natural, giving it a very home-y feel.

♧ really doesn't like going to college parties. it makes him really uncomfortable and usually just overwhelms him because of all the flashing lights and people around him and the obnoxious music playing and what is that smell? he'd rather stay at home and read a book, maybe get a head start on his creative writing paper due next month.

i get: reblog

you get: a book of poems

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗻 𝗔 𝗛𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀.

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Hey so like I’ve only seen 2 seasons so idk the other 2 pretty setters pls don’t kill me for not doing them ❤︎

Inspired by me going on vacation

Can you tell that these headcannons are so sporadic??

X3 anyways

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Tobio Kageyama:

Doesn’t think you should carry ANYTHING, so he insists on carrying all of the luggage.

First thing this baby does is go to the little gift shop and pick out some kind of snack

It’s usually frozen

Gets sad if he learns the room lacks a freezer

Second thing he does is unpack whatever luggage he brought.

It doesn’t matter how long he’s there, he’s unpacking.

Neatly places all of his clothing in the top drawer and leaves the other two empty for when you’re ready to unpack,

Except his uniform gets hung up in the closet.

He orders dinner that night, of course your favorite food.

So for a thank you, you would iron his uniform the next morning right before his matches.

He’d then go into the bathroom to “brush his hair” and spray a lil of your perfume/cologne on it. 🥺

Nice and warm and it reminds him of you. :,)

He 100% is going to go swimming

Doesn’t matter if you’re with him or not.

If you are, you’re acting like children. Doing little flips in and out of the water, chicken fighting random people you met, splashing each other vigorously.

You force him to stay away from any heavy equipment in the weight room.

Late night crime show binging 100%

“Tobio, baby, you need to sleep for your match tomorrow.

“Babe we’re on ‘vacation’. Let’s at least try to enjoy ourselves, yeah?”

Of course you sleep in the same bed ✨❤️

He’s a blanket hogger though.

Definitely not so he can get you to cuddle him haha

But you have to cuddle him to get any warmth.

Hotel breakfasts gross him out so you find a little hole in the wall diner.

I hc that bestie really likes French toast :)

Stays up late to repack both of your luggages so that you can get as much sleep as possible.

He either loves or hates flying, no in between?

Like I feel like he loves traveling and going on planes but he like genuinely has a fear of them.

But yeah. Good luck carrying any luggage, you won’t take a single bag.

TLDR: Hotel trips with Kageyama would be very entertaining.

—— ☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾ ——

Koushi Sugawara:

Is a firm believer in luggage carts.

He will happily push you around so you can fulfill your dream of riding on one.

But then he wants a turn

Just as Kageyama, he takes time to neatly unpack all of his luggage.

But being the sweet boy he is, he unpacks your stuff along with his.

Organizes the drawers??

Top drawer is for undergarments, night shirts, PJs etc, middle for tops, bottom for bottoms (lol)

He hangs up important clothing, like formal wear and uniforms.

Is going to take you swimming. You have no choice.

Just like Kags, you act like absolute children at that pool.

You may or may not have gotten kicked out for an hour after being too loud.

This big dork goes to grab extra pillows and returns with multiple pamphlets on stuff to do.

Takes you to dinner at one of the places he found from the pamphlet.

When you both return, he disappears to the lobby again. Then returns with two ice cream pints and a Redbox movie.

It’s gonna be either the newest cartoon or a really stupid and cheesy romcom.

Late night movie and snuggle party.

When one of you falls asleep on the couch, whoever is awake will carry the groggy partner to bed and you both just sleep in each others’ embrace.

He adores hotel breakfasts. Is a sucker for the build your own waffle bar.

You both have a waffle face making competition for each other.

He makes you a cute little rabbit out of blueberries and chocolate chips.

You try to reciprocate by making a bear out of bananas and whipped cream, but it’s a fucking disaster of epic proportions.

Waffles get cold because you both are just giggling your asses of in the lobby.

He will do all of the driving!! Loves to be behind the wheel and steal a glance at your pretty face as you sing along to the playlist he made you.

TLDR: hotel trips with Suga would be so therapeutic

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Kenma Kozume:

Such a sweet, suspicious, boy.

Refuses to unpack his suitcase because he just doesn’t trust hotels with his possessions.

Presses his finger to the mirror to ensure it isn’t a double sided one, uses his phone camera to see if there’s any hidden cameras.

When settled, he lays in between your thighs on the bed, using them as a pillow, and plays games on his switch.

You have to pluck the switch from his hands for him to even consider doing anything else.

He would sigh but give in and do things with you.

You grabbed a shit ton of the little pamphlets, spreading them over the bed in front of you.

He genuinely really likes mini golf. So whenever you travel, you make sure to find a mini golf place.

Makes a blanket cocoon with you and you both spend the evening with a junk food dinner and whatever movie the two of you pick.

Not a big swimmer, but if you want to go, he would sit down at a table with his switch.

Of course he wouldn’t be playing it too much, given he was staring at how your swimsuit hugged your body the right way.

If you splash him it’s over

He will throw you in the pool over and over

The second you get out, sploosh.

This goes on for about five minutes before you start barking verbal threats at him

When you get back to the room, he turns on a nice shower for you to warm up from the cold pool water.

Dinner is something fast, like a cheeseburger or really bad tacos.

No meal is complete without ice cream/milkshake.

As like Kags, is suspicious of hotel breakfasts heavily.

You both made the mistake to go to a greasy spoon diner.

Checkout time got delayed by an hour because you both were just so sick.

If you want to get this boy on a plane, you’ll have to drug him.

INSISTS on driving everywhere, he has to be the one to do so because he gets carsick without the support of the wheel.

TLDR: Hotel trips with Kenma would be full of “adventures”

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Tooru Oikawa:

Boy oh boy you can bet what I’m gonna say for this one.

The VERY FIRST thing he does when he gets to the room, is unpack his heavily overpacked luggage.

He hangs up all of his clothes, regardless of value.

His hair and skincare products are either sprawled out across the bathroom sink, or neatly organized into their respective corners by height of the bottles.

It all depends on how much of a rush he’s in.

Once unpacked, he kicks off his shoes and socks and starfishes on the bed.

He’s a sucker for a simple hotel atmosphere, so he puts a movie on in the background and does a crossword puzzle

THIS MANS HAS TO DO CROSSWORD PUZZLES. H A S TO!! YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE!

Isn’t big on swimming for amusement, so he goes to swim laps on his own.

But if you were to ask him to swim? Oh it’s on.

He’ll let you stand on his shoulders so you can get more height for a flip

When you go underwater and come back up, brushing water and hair from your face, he 100% will kiss you

You just look so fucking hot like that.

Dinner is a whole ass l a v i s h restaurant. Like, steakhouse, sushi, Italian, whatever you’re feeling.

Gets some nice to-go desserts so that you can enjoy them later that night.

Puts on a movie musical like Mary Poppins or Coco

He really likes to sing along in stupid little voices to try and make you laugh.

He’s actually a hella accurate singer??

He 100% steals the little lotions and towelettes to put in the center console of your car. Just for emergencies of course.

Not a big breakfast guy. But he’ll have a bagel or some fruit and oatmeal from the breakfast area.

Helps you make the most intricate waffle if you want to tho.

You wouldn’t have to ask his ass twice to get in a plane.

He LOVES flying. Like LOVES IT

He loves the little pretzels, the feeling in his stomach during the takeoff, the way the world looks above the clouds, the way you look while asleep next to him

TLDR: Hotel trips with Oikawa will be very lavish and very relaxing.

—— ☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☀︎︎☽☀︎︎☾ ——

Keiji Akaashi:

I HC that he really likes to be indoors.

Akaashi is the type of guy to text you if you’re laying right next to him, just to get a chuckle out of you.

He unpacks both of your luggages, making sure that every article of clothing is neatly folded and placed in a drawer.

Board game and card game tournaments? Uh yes.

Nothing would really be luxurious.

Straight to the hot tub for you two.

He’s not a big swimmer.

Dinner would be something SO simple like room service, Chinese or subs.

Anything he touches is 100% tidied after he’s done.

The couch? Throw pillows put back neatly, cushions tucked in nicely. The bed? Pristinely made, like, hotel service pristine. The shower? Your hair pulled off of the shower walls, the gobs of soap cleaned off the floor.

“I like to leave things better than I found them.”

Loves hotel breakfast. Finds it super cute, but he likes to eat in his room and not in public.

So here you two are, tiny plates upon tiny plates, upon small bowls and silverware in hand, trying to slip off one of your shoes to press the elevator buttons with your toe

It’s over if you have to scan your key to use the elevator.

I say he prefers driving over flying.

It’s just more personal and fun for him

Plus it’s fun to just scream/sing songs with you.

TLDR: Hotel trips with Akaashi would be uneventful, but just as fun as any other person would have!

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[ac3id]

Hawk’s eye| 18+

pairings: hawks [keigo tamaki] x female! reader

summary: hawks is in his rut, desperate for some relief. his annoying secretary won’t stop irritating him so he decides to take his pent up frustrations on her.       ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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anonymous said:

hi!! so while the requests are still open, could you write some headcannons for Hawks x reader when he's in rut? maybe the reader is a bit clueless and doesn't even know he goes through stuff like that? dirty details are welcome 👀❤️

this was high-key inspired by @tainted-wine​‘s this fic. (i hope u like my take on it !! 💓) 

a/n: aaaa this took so much longer than i thought it would take 😭, also thanks @the-grimm-writer  for proof reading this! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) also this is porn w plot so if u just was to skip to da porn. skip to this ‘◌’ bhai 

ALSO THANKYOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS LMAO WTF FOR REAL 😭

tagging: @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa​, @koiibito​, @reinawritesbnha​, @shorkbrian​

warnings: noncon, hate fucking, one slap, she bites his dick at some point, scumbag hawks.

word count:  5862

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The sound of your phone buzzing on the side table with a loud, irritating noise jolts you awake. You roll around on the bed, your fingers reaching to turn the vibrating device off. Groaning, you sit up straight. The warm mattress under you threatens to lull you back to sleep but you shove the thought away instead choosing to stretch your arms over your head and yawn endlessly. You were tired, so goddamn tired. Rubbing your temples lazily you start thinking about the dreadful day you have ahead of yourself. You think about your boss: Hawks, the man who makes you hate your life and job. He has trapped you into a never-ending nightmare which starts the second you open your eyes till the moment you fall asleep and even then he still manages to haunt you in your dreams. 

Cleaning up after his messes, obeying his ever so pliantly. He has turned you into his little pet slave. He says that it’s your job as you are his assistant, his little helper there to make his job a little less hectic. You must listen to his needs and wants and to some degree, you do agree with him: it is your job, it’s what you signed up for after all but you can also sense him misusing his title when he is with you. He never listens to your suggestions which results in him calling you late after work hours to help with his problems knowing damn well you had already warned him beforehand. And, oh his flirty, suggestive comments which borderline sexual harassment. Hawks is a difficult man to work with and you often find yourself wondering how much calmer your life would be if you never worked for him but you do not have that luxury of leaving the job. It pays ridiculously well and you have bills to pay, your family to support. No, you cannot afford to lose this job. So you sit through his torment and hope for the best.

Seconds later after you have gathered your will to live you start scrolling through your phone, skimming through the morning news lazily. Your eyebrows furrow and eyes turn into angry slits as you glance upon a displeasing, astonishing article.

 ‘No. 2 Hero Hawks spotted partying with strippers–’

Your heart stops for a moment.

What the fuck was this? 

You hesitantly read through the article, your heartbeat increasing every second that your eyes focus on the led screen, reading the details of the damned article. Eyes widening as panic settles in your nerves, you realize the gravity of the situation you had found yourself under as Hawks’ manager. Hawks had been spotted partying with strippers in a nightclub with a bunch of celebrities. The crazy stalker who had managed to follow him succeeded in capturing exclusive pictures of Hawks dressed in an expensive suit, his hair styled to perfection dancing under the dim lights of the club with women in basically their underwear shamelessly grinding upon him. You honestly couldn’t have given a single fuck about what Hawks did in his free time but since he had managed to get a paparazzi to tail him and now that his career was at risk; it became your problem. Your first and foremost instinct was to call Hawks and ask him what the hell he was thinking. Not being careful enough, he had managed to taint his entire reputation. The people of Japan now probably viewed him as a reckless party animal rather than the No. 2 Hero! 

Before you could call him, your phone’s screen lights up illuminating a contact you dread. ‘Hero Commission’ it’s written in bold letters, your face drops. Your fingers shake, filled with anxiety as you accept the call. Inhaling and exhaling, you try to calm your nerves. If it is a call from the Commission, you know it’s bad. Bad. 

You pick up the phone and instantly regret it, “What were you doing?” an angry, masculine voice snarls through the screen. You open your mouth to answer but are not given a chance too. “How did you let him go to a strip club during patrol hours?” you bite your lip thinking of an acceptable excuse, “He had to go there for work! It’s a misunderstanding. He went down to the strip club undercover to meet up with a crook to get some intel– that’s what he told me. This is a misunderstanding, I–” your explanation was cut short as the person on the other end of the call deemed it enough. “Whatever it is, fix it and never let this happen again.” he sneers a warning before cutting the call. It wasn’t a complete lie, Hawks did tell you that he was investigating a case on his own and that he would be gaining information from shady people but you did not expect him to go to a strip club out of all places. The worst part: he never even told you in detail anything about this case neither did he notice the paparazzi tailing his back. You sigh in frustration, rubbing your forehead, you quickly ring up his number only for it be sent right to voicemail. You almost scream. Where the fuck was this bastard?

Managing Hawks was not a walk in the park. The hero commission had sent you down especially to be Hawks’ secretary. You had a reputation: you were known to be responsible, diligent, and punctual. You were one of their best, entrusted with the responsibility to manage Hawks and you did a good job but it was Hawks who just made the job so hard. 

Creating problems he could never solve by himself; on lucky days you would get a call from him at three in the morning, him begging you to come to help him. You want to say no, deny him any help. Let him suffer by himself but you cannot do that. If he screws up and you are not there to fix it. You lose your job, you can’t afford that. You give your 100%, you do but it’s Hawks. He has a problem with you, well, he has a problem with everyone in the commission but projects it mainly at you. He does not respect you. 

He chooses to ignore your decisions and suggestions, diminishing them with a cruel chuckle, “Look, I need you but just not now.” He would say with an apologetic smile, “just let me work at my own pace, I will call when I will need you. After all, I love seeing your cute face.” You would always have to force yourself from not slapping his smug face before he took off into the bright, blue sky.

The truth untold, it wasn’t his fault completely either. He was just so fast. It was hard for anyone to keep up with him and since he did his job right; bringing peace to the nation you could not deem him worthless. But it still was a bother at times like this when you were left completely in the dark while Hawks ruined his hard-earned reputation. 

You got into the building earlier that morning to wait for Hawks in his office, you needed to talk to him. This was not his first mishap. Not long ago, another article about him shamelessly flirting with a fan had been published. It had said the fan was visibly uncomfortable with him but Hawks didn’t seem to care, he kept presting. You had managed to cover it up as the two being close friends who were publicly joking around, there was no real harm done. It was a lie though, you had to pay the fan a large check to keep her mouth shut. She accepted the money and the story was lost and forgotten but you had no idea how you were going to cover this hell up.

The clock struck nine as the day began, people rushing into the building all tensed but there was no sign of Hawks. You tried calling him on his number but the call directed to voicemail yet again. You were growing impatient, did something happen to him? Sure Hawks fucked things over sometimes but he never disappeared like this. It got you genuinely worried. Something horrible could have happened to him. After all, he was on a case. 

You waited for another thirty minutes and there was yet no sign of him. His sidekicks came knocking on his office door only to be surprised to see you there instead of their boss. You told them to continue with their day and not worry about Hawks, he was just awfully late. Not a big deal, he will be here soon. Soon. 

Another hour passed by, no sign of Hawks and about now your phone was blowing up with angry calls from his sponsors and business partners, screaming at the top of their lungs frowning upon the scandal. Heck, even Endeavor called you after he couldn’t reach Hawks himself. The call made you nervous as anxiety crept in yet again. Hawks wasn’t answering to Endeavour something bad must have happened. Getting tired of the wait, you make up your mind to drop by his penthouse and to go see him for yourself. His silence was driving you crazy and worried at the same time, you just hoped he would be there well and safe. You could not imagine the ruckus that would create if something were to happen to him. 

You walked out of his office after waiting for an hour. Rushing down to the basement you got into your car and before driving away to his house. Just before leaving, you decided to test your luck by calling him. Hoping, praying he would answer this time and luckily he did .

“Hawks!” you cried, a wave of relief washing over you, “Where are you? What are you doing?” you began pestering him with questions, not letting him answer even once. Hawks, tired of waiting,  interrupted your monologue of questions with a chuckle. “Aw, you’re worried about me, baby?” his tone was low and mischievous, the sentence slurring almost into a moan at the last word. You rolled your eyes and clenched your fists in irritation, you weren’t new to his teasing. Hawks thought it was appropriate for him to casually flirt with his secretary. Send unasked comments about your figure, perverted implications about what he would do to a ‘cute little thing like you’ which made you very uncomfortable being around him at times. But it wasn’t that what made him get on your last nerves. It was the fact that he could even think about joking at a time like this which made you furious. 

You screamed into the phone, giving him a piece of your mind. Degrading him for not taking care of himself, complaining about how he had managed to put you in such a tight spot. 

“Once again I am asking, where the fuck are you. Hawks?” you ended your speech with spite in your words. Hawks sighed, “I am in the office,” he says your name with an edge in his voice, instantly shutting you down, “Where the hell are you?” The smugness in his tone remains and you can tell he is smirking on the other side of the screen as if he’s won. You hang up abruptly before walking out of your car and into the building, hurriedly making your way towards Hawk’s office. 

You slam the door open glaring upon hawks as he sits behind his table. Dirty boots resting pliantly on the shiny, polished wood. His wings out, stretched to their fullest, filling up the room standing on high alert. They have a deeper hue to them, they look darker– a darker red. How did that happen? You find yourself wondering. Is he on drugs? His face is tilted upwards, facing the ceiling. Eyes screwed shut. They open as he hears you enter and walk towards him, his wings falling back behind him calm and collected. 

“You’re late,” he says with a smirk, you bang your fist on the table beside where his feet rest, making him flinch and bring them down instinctively. His eyes widened in shock, he was not expecting you to be this furious. Sure, he knew he knew he had gotten you mad but he was not expecting you to be this angry. Without any hesitation, you start scolding him again. He watches you ramble in ominous glee. A poker face masking his expression, he watches you trot about how much trouble he is in. His job is to protect meek and weak citizens who cannot fight for themselves, what he was doing in a strip in the name of business is something you cannot grasp your head around. You repeat your lecture which you had already tortured him over the phone while the entire time Hawks drums his fingers underneath the table, waiting for you to get over with your dumb speech. His eyes trail on your lips, watching it move. Plump, pillow-like features tinted dark red ramble on about how much of an irresponsible person he was. Complaining about how much trouble he puts you through daily. Honestly, he doesn’t quite catch what you were saying. His mind busy imaging you shutting the fuck and letting him get through the day– or better yet how pathetic you would look underneath him while he shoves his dick down your throat. The thought makes his cock throb. His eyes change from an unbothered, bored look to something sinister as they start trailing all over your body. His eyebrows slightly furrow as he catches up on the few degrading terms you throw at him. 

You talked too much. Way too much, do you realize how much better you would look if you keep your pretty, little mouth shut? The entire time, it’s always: Hawks don’t do this, Hawks don’t do that. Don’t you ever get tired? He wonders whether your dumb little brain had any thoughts other than the ones which tell you to irritate him all the time. You should shut up, really stop talking. He might do something bad, he’s already stressed enough as it is being in his rut and having no way to relieve himself, he is going through a rough time here. The other night he escaped to a strip club in hopes of relieving some stress and it had worked but it had also brought along a mind splitting scandal.

The entire morning, Hawks was busy avoiding people. Whether it be his fans, reporters, or even someone he knew; he paid no mind to them trying to get to the office as soon as possible to deal with the mess he had created.

It wasn’t his fault entirely, he was in his rut and needed sexual relief which he was finding very hard to receive. With his work piling up and you breathing down his neck, he couldn’t even take represents as they slowed him down. He couldn’t risk falling asleep on duty. A stupid, little headline about what he does in his free time was much more favorable than a failed mission in which he would let countless innocent lives slip by his fingers. 

He watches you ramble, his eyes trailing over your body locking on your tits. He stares at them intensely, watching them bounce slowly every time you huff out of irritation and frustration. Your work shirt works him favors, the white almost translucent material shows off the slightest shadow of your black, lacy bra. It’s enough to get him going- imaging how your soft mounds would feel in his hands. How you would whimper under his touch as he tugs and pulls on your perky nipples, you probably wouldn’t sound as monstrous as you do right now. Your moans would be girlish, small whimpers would leave your lips as you would try your best to cover them up. You would try to hide your face under his assault but he wouldn’t let you, pinning you down instead and forcing himself on you while you cried for him to stop. Beg for his mercy. 

He can feel his jeans tighten. 

“So please, Hawks. Just be a little more responsible.” you finish, your voice turning into a plea. He hums and apologizes for his impulsive thinking, like always, he is not sorry. “Let's fix this mess, what do you say?” he asks with an apologetic grin, trying to be polite. You on the other hand don’t even spare him a glance, walking right out the door instead. It leaves him very offended. 

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“Ah! What a troublesome day it was,” Hawks chimes in walking into his office with you closely following behind, “It was all your fault.” you spit making hawks chuckle, “Whatever happens, happens for the good.” he says, a scoff leaves your lips, “What was good about that?” you ask annoyed. “I get to have you alone with me now~” Hawks winks at you making you roll your eyes dramatically. Both of you stand together in Hawks’ office after hours. The day is done, everyone in the agency building has taken their leave excluding the two of you. It had been a long day fixing up after Hawks. You were tired and all you wanted was a warm bath and some sleep. 

“Do you want to know why it happened?” Hawks asks out of the blue, “What happened?” you question, “Why was I at the strip club?” you sigh, “I don’t give two shits about your personal life, Hawks.” replying sternly. A look of disappointment arises on his face, “It’s actually more than that, really, I u-uh have this condition- it gets very hard to work during these times-”

 “What are you even talking about?” You interject confused and clueless. You turn to him, a glare evident on your face you stare at him sheepishly. What was he on about now?

“I am serious, I went into my rut, and that's why I went to the strip club-” “Into a what?” Hawks’ eyes widened, were you really that clueless? “A rut, [y/n],” he says like it is a matter of fact, something everybody is aware of. “A rut. You know like how some animals go into heat and they-” your face scrunches as he explains his rut to you, you visibly grow more and more repulsed. Hawks studies you face, his heart genuinely breaking at your expressions. “Why are you telling me this?” you screech, “jeez Hawks, I did not need to know any of that!” you continue. 

Hawks is hurt, he accepted a reaction which showed more concern. Maybe he went a bit too far imagining that you would offer him help but seeing you so disgusted by him shattered his heart and made him lose all his respect for you. You were a terrible human being, no different from those villains he put behind the bars every day. “I am telling you all of this because- this actually happens!  Many- fuck- millions of people like me actually suffer from this shit! You should be a little more emphatic.” he reasons. He accepts you to understand at least now but you gloriously manage to disappoint him yet again. A rude snarl leaves your lips followed by a scoff, “What are you really trying to tell me Hawks? That you don’t want to do your job and to justify your laziness; you are making lame excuses now?” you shove a finger to his chest, it pushes him off the edge. 

Something in his snaps, he looks down where your fingertip touches his chest. You are smaller than him, he’s at least a foot bigger than you. Where does your bratty, puny self get all this confidence from? His eyes darken as something sinister floats within him. He stares down at your finger, wanting to rip it off. He wants to see you cry. He wants to see you in pain and misery, suffering a great deal while nobody comes to help you. 

“Hawks, you know what? I am so done with your bullshit. I am leaving.” You turn away from him, heading to the door but before you could move a step. Hawks grabs you by writs, caging your delicate hand into a bone-crushing death grip, “What the fuck?” you question, “Hawks?” you continue. You wait for his response, turning to him. He is facing the floor, his hair scanning over his eyes making it impossible for you to read his expression, not that you could read what was going on with him normally but now; it’s even harder. “Are you going to let go?” you ask again only to be met by him squeezing your wrists even tighter. You bring your other hand over him to pry yourself free from his clutches but he doesn’t want to let go. 

“Hawks wha-” you don’t get to complete your statement as Hawks pushes you down on the floor making you fall on your butt. You let out a loud hiss. You frown, yelling out “What is wrong with you!?” You try to stand back up but his hands settle on your shoulder pushing you back down. You try fighting but it’s to no use. Did you forget he is the no. 2 Pro- Hero? He is much stronger than you, he brings down villains twice his size daily. What makes you think your weak kicks and punches will be enough to beat him? 

You keep struggling under him, screaming how you were going to report him and ruin his career, how he is going to be sorry for messing with you.

 “Shut. Up.” he finally speaks, he brings his gloved hand to your perfectly styled hair. Pulling tightly on your roots he stretches your face upwards, making it easier for him to look down on you while you cry in agony, “Stop crying.'' His voice is deep and raspy, much different from how he usually talks. You look up at him, fear swimming in your eyes as tears prick at the corners of your sockets, lips trembling. If you already weren’t terrified enough, your horror becomes tenth fold when you see his boner raging in his pants, “Come, on. Hawks..” your voice is small and weak, it's a broken cry. You know what he is going to make you do. He was going to violate you, break you beyond repair. 

This was so wrong. As much you hated Hawks, you never would have thought he would do something like this. Hawks was a hero. He is meant to fight for justice, punish evil. Why is he doing this? “Hawks no. Please. Was it something I said? I take it back I didn’t mean it-” 

“You know, y/n, you are not so different from those villains yourself,” if looks could kill, you would be dead. The pure, anger, and hatred he looks at you with bothers you. It makes you hate yourself, there is something sinister in his eyes which makes you sure about the fact that he is not afraid of hurting you. He has given up on you, after all, his polite gestures, generosity you always ignored- he’s fed up with your sheer ignorance and your ego. He hates you. He does and heck if he wasn’t in his rut; he would never bring his dick anywhere near you. He does not respect you as a human and in no way does he have any romantical attachment to you. All he ever saw was a walking alarm clock, bugging him every second, and now all he is going to see you as is his cocksleeve whom he can stuff his fat cock into whenever and however he seems fine. To him you are just a walking hole he can ruin whenever he wants to, you have managed to get on his bad side and he is going to show you his bad side.

He undoes his belt, his pants falling to his thighs displaying his expensive boxers and his growing hardness. His cock is throbbing within its confines, fighting desperately to come free. His free hand pulls his boxers down and his cock springs free, hitting his abdomen. It stands long and hard, the tip blushed red and angry, tiniest bit of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit. He pumps his cock in his hand before forcing it against your mouth, pressing it to your lips smearing his pre all over your lips. You whimper in protest, moving your head the littlest you can under his tight grip. “Bitch open up. You had this coming for a long time,” his dick slaps your cheek while his fingers try to pry open your mouth. Pushing his gloved digits forcefully into your mouth, the rough fabric feels disgusting on your tongue. His fingers capture the lower part of your jaw, tearing your mouth apart with deranged strength. A loud cry escapes from you as he stuffs your empty mouth full of his cock, “Yeah, that’s more like it. Fuck.” he bottoms out into your throat, his shaft hitting the back of your throat making you gag, “get on with it. A slut like you would have the experience, right?” he taunts you. You do as he says, puckering your lips firmly around his length, your hands resting on his exposed thighs while you stroke him with your tongue. You feel his chiseled thigh muscles flex under your fingers as he melts in pleasure, tiny moans leaving his lips shamelessly. 

As Hawks drowns in overwhelming pleasure, a criminal idea crosses your mind. Your eyes trail up to his face. His eyes are screwed close, he bites his lower lip softly. Carefully and slowly, you graze your teeth over his cock. Clamping down on it lightly, you hold your position. Your heart beats faster when Hawks stiffens and in a quick flash, he pushes you off his cock throwing you into the ground before backing up, squealing in pain.

 “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he screams, you sprint to the door. Trembling fingers try to unlock the doorknob while Hawks cries in agony behind you. You can feel him loom behind you, ready to come for your neck. A part of you tells you that you will not make it but the adrenaline rushing in your veins calls to be hopeful. Just open the door and just run. 

Your cold, quivering fingers almost unlock the heavy wooden door but before you can push it open. Hawks appears right behind you, pushing his body onto your back. You feel his cock poking at your ass, his hand grabs your head pulling you, prying you off the door. You scream and cry trying to break free, grabbing his hand clawing on it to let you free. Hawks chooses to show no mercy as he drags you by your hair to his desk, your scalp hurts from his grip. You can feel tiny strands breakaway. He turns you around and slams your back to his wooden desk, you whimper at the contact. He stands in front of you, pressing his knee between your thighs. His hand reaches out to pull at your collar, forcing you to look at him. 

He is livid, eyebrows furrowed with a death glare his jaw clenched, and his eyes darker than you have ever seen before. He looks at you with murderous intent, you think he might as well kill you with his wings flared open. The feathers turning into knives, you beg for your life. 

Hawks observes your face. Broken, scared for your life your eyes are glassy, ridden in fear your makeup smeared all over your face. He thinks it's beautiful, he has finally got you begging for mercy, finally thinking of him as the man he is. He appreciates your submission but it does not erase the fact that you just bite oh his dick. You beg for mercy, your voice is small and broken. It comes barely above a whisper, “I am so sorry hawks, please don’t do this.” He doesn’t listen, staring at you head-on with his jaw clenched. He brings his free hand to the air, keeping it steady for a second before bringing it down with a horrendous force. You feel it before it happens; white, hot flashing pain erupts through your cheek stinging you hard. You cry out in agony as your face drops to the other side. The strike was powerful, it left you sore, you can still feel it sting your face. It leaves you swollen, you try to bring your hand up to your face lightly to carcasses you paining cheek but Hawks pushes your face on the wooden desk before you could, trapping your arms behind your back holding it with one hand. “You don’t realize your position, do you? You know what? I was going- planning to be gentle with you. I thought I would at least make you cum but now,” he pulls a feather out his wings preceding to tear open your pencil skirt with the sharp end. The ripped fabric falls to the ground leaving you in your panties and the pantyhose you always wear under your skirts, “There we go. I hope you are a pain slut, otherwise you would really not enjoy this.” he says with a small chuckle before ripping you out of your bottoms, leaving you in your panties completely vulnerable to him. He abandons his gloves, rubbing his fingers on your clothed cunt roughly trying to gather slickness from your dry hole. Pleasure shoots down your body as his digits find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the little pearl, “Does this feel good? You are getting wet.” a smirk scars his face, “Who gets off to being raped?” he says sharply. Your face scrunches up in disgust and embarrassment. A heavy lump forms in your throat and the waterworks that you had been holding off burst open. Big, fat tears roll down your cheeks as you cry for mercy. You didn't know why this was happening to you, for your entire life you had been a nice person: always helpful, sensitive, and kind. At least, that was what you thought yourself to be. Never in a million years could you- or anyone, in fact, could have ever thought that you would be crying pathetically while your boss: a person known to all as a Hero, the truest, most honest person to exist ever would be the one defiling you, tearing you down to nothing just for his pleasure. 

“Shut up, you like this.” He snarls at you, so sick of your loud wails he even shoves two fingers inside your mouth plunging them to the back of her throat, “Don’t you dare bite now, slut.” he warns. His fingers stop prodding at your clit when he notices the wet spot forming on your panties, he wastes no time shimming them down to your ankles, whistling when he sees your glistening pussy. You only wail louder pleading him not proceed any further. Hawks turns a blind eye to all your begging, “I should just shove it in, right?” he asks petting his finger over your hole, “but that won’t be fun,” he snickers. You feel his move away from your cunt and move higher. Panic settles, he couldn't be serious, “Hawks. Please no. Please don’t. I don-” finger rims along your asshole, inching to dip in, “What? Don’t want me to fuck your ass?” he spanks your ass hard making you flinch, “Please I’ve never-” you cry out hoping he would understand, “No one’s ever fucked you in the ass before?” you whine at the lewd words which shamelessly fall from his lips, “Guess there’s a first for everything.” he says with a scoff. 

His digits bury into your hole, stretching you out in a way you’ve never felt before. The stretch burns, filling a fresh set of tears rolling down your eyes, smudging your mascara and eyeliner You looked like a whore. He keeps hammering his fingers inside you without mercy, a loud whine leaves your lips as you feel a tingle of pleasure from him hitting the right spot. “Do you like that? Too bad, this isn’t for you.” he moves his fingers from you before lining his fat cock to your almost too tiny hole, “How will this fit?” he laughs to himself, pressing his engorged tip in slowly, “Will be a tight fit,” he continues to shove his cock into your hole, his face turns off one to ecstasy as your walls take him inch by inch. You scream in pain, his cock was much bigger than his fingers. It was stretching you out, numbing your mind and soul, you did not know how much more you could take. Salty tears fell from your eyes as Hawks bottomed himself in you, he waited for a moment before starting to thrust into you unforgivingly. Dragging his fat cock out and your walls pulling him right back in. As he kept ramming into you. Slowly, you start to pleasure tingle up your spine as his tip smashed against the right spots. Your cries of pain turn to pleasurable moans. Hawks wastes no time in teasing you, “Look at you moaning like a slut,” he spanks your ass with swift force sending your rear to sting. You feel unbearable pleasure starting to build up in your abdomen, a straining coil wanting to burst which each of Hawks’ strong thrusts yet it is left unfilled as the simulation is not enough to make you cum from all alone. Hawks notices this, the pitiful crying for him to touch your swollen little clit which was begging to be played with. He almost thought he would give it to you, after all, he was a good person. Almost. 

Hawks just snicker, his cruel, sadistic laugh echoing in the room, “No, no, no.” he teases, “no matter how much you cry, baby. I am not letting you cum. This is your punishment, you deserve this. You’ve been a bad girl.” Hawks couldn’t formulate how he was able to form complete sentences. The moment he had caught you, he had let himself go feral. Dragging you down like a predator, he finally had you under him. He kept grunting and breathing profanity down your ear along with shameful praises about how well your slutty ass takes him. He is glad he is finally getting his much-deserved relief but he is not done yet. He won’t be done until he is filling your vulnerable womb with his seed, he won’t be done until he hears you asking him to give you his children. He is not going to leave you be until he has destroyed you, balls deep in your tiny pussy. He is going to keep you here all night fucking you, he is going to stay there all night fucking you with hate which he has buried within himself for you over the years. He is going to melt you in his hand, break you until only he can build you up, and maybe he will not let you go even after that. Maybe he will keep you after all hawks mate for life. 

Just hope he lets you cum the next time. 

[koolkat9]

Spooky Halloween headcannons for the face family

-Francis loves making caramel apples every Halloween while Arthur makes popcorn balls

-At first Alfred and Matthew used to dress up as pair things (like salt and pepper) but overtime they got their own interests and dressed up as different things

-after trick or treating, they put the candy in a big bowl which Arthur says it will last them till next year’s Halloween (which it probably never does)

-they had one family costume one year and they did The Wizard of Oz (Arthur being the wicked witch of the west, Francis being Dorothy, Matthew being Toto, and Alfred being a flying monkey) (this is inspired by my own family doing a family costume before my brother was born, I was Dorothy, Mom was the wicked witch of the west, and Dad was the scarecrow)

-Francis always throws a Halloween party the day before Halloween

-Matthew doesn’t like haunted houses and hates it when Alfred drags him into them, he also hates the scary stuff in the Halloween store and would rather have Francis make his costume then go in the store and pick one out

-if the boys can’t find a certain costume, Francis makes the costume

-when it comes time to get ready to go out trick or treating, Arthur takes care of the makeup (if there’s any needed) and Francis helps the boys get their costumes on

Oooh nice! Here’s some of mine:

- See I actually see Francis taking care of the makeup and Arthur doing the costumes (though Francis would probably help since I do see them both being good at sewing and making clothes)

- I like to think they did a lot of family costumes when the boys are young and Arthur is surprised by how much he enjoyed it 

- When you mentioned the haunted house it made me think of something when maybe the boys are teenagers. Matthew, over his fear of Haunted Houses but still not caring for them is dragged along by Alfred and Alfred, though he tries to be brave ends up screaming and hiding behind Matt

- First time Alfred watches a horror movie is when he’s like 10 or so and on the eve of Halloween (Matthew taps out knowing he doesn’t do good with these things). Let’s just say he doesn’t sleep well that night and crawls into Francis and Arthur’s bed.

- Arthur really likes Halloween so he always goes all out with decorations

And yeah...these are the first that come to mind!