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amourlyns · 13 days

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HELLOOO! ALL GOOD?? I was impressed with your writing. It's just perfect <3 I'd like to request some Wooin dating headcanons! PLS

FIRST OFF, thank you so much for enjoying my writing!! It’s always nice to meet another windbreaker fan !! 💞💞. I’ve written wooin hcs before over here . But if you want a separate page for him I’ll make another one :)

#༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗’𝚜 ⸻ requests.#windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon

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amourlyns · 18 days

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AHAHWOWBWVAGAHAHAHHAHAHAWKWNSBWHSJWK

I LOVE IT🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WRITER!!! KEEP IT UP! AND ALSO LIKE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING MY SILLY LITTLE IDEA INTO A LITTLE ONE SHOT!!! I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH!!!!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

YOU ARE THE SWEETEST EVER!!!! IM SOOOOO GLAD U ENJOYED IT ): 💞💞. Feel free to request something in the future bae!!

#𝐼𝐼. ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗’𝚜 ‹ rambles.

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amourlyns · 18 days

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everytime i look at your theme it alters a part of my brain because 🛐🛐🛐

LITERALLY ME WITH YOURS RN!!!:!:!!2. I have to say these 2 themes of ours might be my fav… like this is REALLY an era

#༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗’𝚜 ⸻ mutuals.#ngl #im writing this #gojo fic #ts is scandalous #you need 2 see #a lil bit of it

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amourlyns · 19 days

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❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

𐙚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: in which batman visits crime alley, and the reader indulges the bat with sweet notes and baked goods.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

𐙚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: inspired by this post. thought it was the cutest thing ever and i wanted to write it out, something short n sweet !! dedicated to @armin-ocean-eyes

⟡ ⠀ | 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. Of course, The Bat doesn’t want to jinx his nightly patrol but (…) it’s been nice.

In all honestly, it finally felt like a break. A time to hunker down and take time to focus on his parents. A stroll through Crime Alley would do. Bruce never forgets about his parents, nor does he forget that night. He comes back to remind himself of what happened. How he couldn’t stop it. How he failed to protect them. It’s a constant reminder, a punishment.

Tension never leaves Bruce’s body. He’s always so high strung, constantly prepared for fight or flight. Shoulders are tense, brows are furries and teeth are gritted. This was his very being now.

Late nights, cold and oh, so lonely. The heavy bass of boots sloshing through rain water across the concrete street. Vengeance has filled the role of Gotham’s protector for long enough to know everything about the city he tirelessly protects. He knows this city better than anyone else.

But he still can’t stomach the alleyway.

Today, Bruce doesn’t bring flowers, but he brings himself. And hopefully, that’s enough for them.

From above the street, unbeknownst to the Bat. He has an angel, a watcher if you will. The city has swallowed him whole and spat him right back at out tonight. Senses are diminished, hazy from the beatings of tonight. Usually, he’s more attentive than this.

Funnily enough, you just moved into the city of Gotham three weeks ago. It’s a dreary, dull city. But at least it’s away from home. Right? Sure, the apartment you were currently living in definitely seemed haunted and it literally oversaw the alleyway the Waynes died in. Why did no one tell you they got mugged? (…) But what could you do? It’s shitty but the only thing you could afford in this damned economy.

And dude, it was definitely haunted.

You actually thought you were hallucinating the first time you laid your eyes on it. The fucking Bat, Vengeance. Gotham Cities actuals protector? It was odd and horrifying. You expected to see him raging through the alley in his moody glory. Big, defiant, and spooky!

But he actually seemed defeated? In a way? His strides were slow. Then, he knelt down onto the pavement and stayed there. It’s weird, this habitual routine of the Bat coming by and kneeling happened constantly. Well, to be fair he did patrol your building after that. Scouring the rooftops for any signs of peril within the area.

When he was done, he would come back to your building and linger on the fire escape. Sometimes you could hear his heavy footsteps on the rooftops or the iron steps.

Now, no one ever said you were the brightest in the bunch. You moved to Gotham for goodness sake. Anyways, you decided to actually make contact with the Bat. Which in theory, sounds like a good idea because who wouldn’t want a hero in their pocket? Well, a vigilante. But you digress (…) If coming near the alley brings him down, maybe he needs a lift?

The general idea was, leave a note or a gift for Vengeance and leave him be. So, that’s how it begun.

It was the third time Bruce visited the crime alley. This time, he had the intention to make his trip revolve only around his parents.

But then he saw you.

Granted, you were definitely not expecting to see anyone or someone like the Batman at this time of night. So you scrambled off of your balcony and dropped some sort of post-it note on the way out. There were three things on Bruce’s mind. How many times have you seen him and did you know his habits or who he was? Paranoia gnaws away at his guts and creates a nasty hole in his stomach.

He was a master of overthinking.

The Bat was quick to snatch up the post-it note you dropped, taking the time to read and analyze your penmanship. Was it lined with some sort of poison? Was it a tracking device? He waits for a moment. Grunting at the words etched into the paper.

〞I don't know what you're going through but I know you'll get through it. Xoxo. 〞

Huh.

Alfred would tease him for this.

An admirer? He was stumped.

It’s been about a week since you’ve seen Vengeance, your gifts of food and ever abundant notes never stopped though. You were starting to think he changed his route ever since that night he caught you on the railing.

First off, he was terrifying up close (the man was ten feet away) and second off, how was he able to catch you. Some part of you expected the man to interrogate you or something.

He didn’t, thank goodness. But you kind of missed seeing the cryptic Bat.

On the other hand, Bruce decided to do some research on you. A through background check would never hurt and who knows if you wanted to kill him? It could all be a facade. Each baked good and beverage you left out for the Bat was analyzed and tested. It could’ve been poisoned, laced, or worst, set to detonate. He was taking precautions. But Alfred insisted it was a good gesture.

Whatever it was, you never stopped. Bruce changed his route of course, there was no reason to let his guard down. But, he did appreciate the notes. To an extent. He just couldn’t help but think of the uncertainty.

The latest one he was holding onto was nothing short of thoughtful.

〞I hope you're having a good day :) (Btw, I haven’t seen you around!〞

So for the most part you were attentive. So he could commend you for that.

Despite all of the alarms in his brain telling him to stick to the new route, he returns to the old route for your sake. The very least he could do was thank you for the messages and treats. At least, that’s what Alfred said. For once, he didn’t feel like being stubborn and listened. The first thing he saw was your silhouette against the glass of your sliding door. Then, your emergence.

Bruce is frozen in place. But you’re waving frantically and running down the steps to greet him. Should he turn away? Just leave and never show up again? What if ⸻

❛ OHMYGOSH, OH MY GOSH. YOU’RE REAL! YOU’RE HERE! I WAS STARTING TO THINK I WAS BEING DELUSIONAL AND SEEING THINGS. WHOA, YOU’RE TALLER IN PERSON. AND LIKE SCARY. SORRY, SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN THAT. WOW. ❜

You’re realizing how that sounded; Bruce notices how you cower in fear. Despite his own anxiety driving him up a wall. The least he could do was say thank you, or show his appreciation. It takes him a few moments to say anything. He can hardly hold eye contact, but it eventually comes out.

❛ I (…) I APPRECIATE IT. ❜

Well. You definitely didn’t expect him to sound like that. His response was so soft you couldn’t even tell if he was directing that towards you. It was so quiet he might as well been talking to himself⸻ and before you could even ask him another question, he’s gone by the time you look up.

Introvert much?

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amourlyns · 25 days

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This is extremely romantic.. should we have our own ship name…. 🫦

ven. you never. fail to. impress me. with. your. themes. BECAUSE WOW THIS ONE REALLY HAD MY JAW DROPPING

So what are you gonna do when I make out passionately with you .. then what???

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amourlyns · 27 days

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who else blushed @ this !

What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut. interesting question tho anon 😵‍💫

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel / @luvmequmi ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@milyz ⌇ mila

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@okkalo ⌇ kalo

bubblegum and cotton candies! you actually remind me of very sugary treats that either melts in your mouth or will have an enjoyable time chewing.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@steleir ⌇ vegas

penthouse night parties. along with some cool fruit punches, party music, a pool, disco lights, vice versa. all the cool fun stuff during the night because you're a cool and fun person!!

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@saturvue ⌇ nyyra

gold jewelry. very specifically gold bangles. those really detailed ones worn by southern asian princesses. your name kind of sounds like a goddess' name too.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

ok that's all. i think i missed a few people but these are all i got LOLOLOL i love all my moots and friends and sennies and senation

#senny ily #my pookie wookie

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amourlyns · 1 month

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this website was made by actual palestinians. it debunks myths, answers faqs and it also explains the history of palestine in detail for those who want to learn more. spread this instead of spreading carrds!!!!

decolonizepalestine.com

#save palestine #free palestine #palestine #resources #raise awareness

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amourlyns · 2 months

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❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: you and ellie end up stuck in a snow storm. you take those few days to analyze and tear her apart.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mentions of character death, depression.

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: listen to fiona apple & king princess’ 〞 i’ll know 〞 for immersion . this is one year after the events of tlou2, i imagine ellie living in solitude after j.j and dina left. ellie still lives in the house because she can’t find it in herself to leave. this is part one of three.

⟡ ⠀ | What was supposed to be a quick stop at a cabin became an absolute nightmare, one day turned into six days holed up in a cabin. Your schedule with Ellie was completely out of wack now. And being left alone with her was nerving.

You were never close to Ellie, in fact she was like a stranger to you. A ghost, even. There was really nothing that connected you two together, she was just Ellie.. and you were you. Simple as that.

The only thing you did know about her, was how close she was to Jackson at some point in time. But now? Not so much, Tommy was surprised that she even took this up. Ellie spent most of her days in isolation, apparently some unnamed event made her like this.

You didn’t really want to know what.

Not now, not here. In fact, not ever. Because what it was left her scarred, physically and mentally. You could see the jagged design of flesh mending itself, still pink and fresh, as opposed to freckled, tanned skin.

There was an unshakable grief in her eyes, accompanied by mile long stares and unexpected pauses. Eventually, the night terrors would come, then cold sweats followed with an erratic heart rate.

She thought she was discreet about it, and she was for the most part. But being pent up alone didn’t really allow her the privacy she deserved of course. The privacy and solitude she craved. Instead, the days slowly reveal the layers of Ellie Willams.

On the first day, you realized Ellie had a habit of tapping her fingers on any near by surface. It sounded like a distance tune she once knew. It felt slow and somber. Sometimes her fingers would ache and come to a stop, you never knew if it was the muscles cramping due to strain or, if the memory was too painful to bare.

(So she was better off letting it die and fade).

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when you realized this, but it was either on a Sunday or Friday morning. The snowfall was particularly severe on this day, settling on the fauna below. Trees are iced over and the worlds is covered in frost.

The perfect weather for a hot beverage.

There’s still some items held up in the cabinets, a teapot and a few scattered pans. You’re not too keen on the thought of making Ellie a cup, who knows if she even likes tea—

But you could try ?

This was your first attempt of getting closer to her. And it certainly wouldn’t be your last.

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amourlyns · 2 months

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❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: in which john price and simon riley discuss the past, present and future over a late night smoke.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mentions of war, death, body horror, mental illness, child death.

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: inspired by this post. enjoy some angsty, but soft john and si. added my own personal touches, so i like to think john went through something similar and that’s why he’s so greatly effected. + he has 2 kids, mac n rosie with his ex—wife clara. dedicated to @whittywhitty and @mawvax ‘s comic.

⟡ ⠀ | Words are never exchanged during these kinds of nights. Instead, smoke fills the space where words would lay.

There’s a bitter chill in the air that settles into John’s bones. Making a home in his marrow. Tonight, he’s accompanied by Ghost. Of course, Simon Riley would always be more than a phantom. John actively told him that— yet.

Yet it doesn’t click.

Because phantoms do not desire eulogies from their Captain, and phantoms do not seek absolution. They simply be. Somehow, Simon Riley does this all at once. Despite the façade, he’s still a man. A man who feels, a man of flesh and blood. There’s a twinge of guilt that spikes through John’s veins, he already knows that it’s too late to speak on such matters— too late for apologies on events he could not stop.

But he speaks anyways.

Some part of John really believes that Simon, not (Ghost) could read him like a book. Or at least try to. Before John can utter an apology, Simon’s gaze already settles on his superior. He’s expecting something, either words or actions. John realizes this, and speaks at once.

❛❛ I’M SORRY.. ❜❜

John shifts his weight, leaning into one leg. Simon glances towards John for a total of three grand seconds. He notices these three things. One, John Price’s brows furrow inwards when he’s contemplating something. Two, he gnaws on his beloved Clara Villa cigar when he’s stretched too far. Three, John Price loves too much.

It’s still profound to Riley, having someone apologize to him. Some nasty, ugly part of his mind tells him to be apathetic. To play dumb. John does not mean it, nor does Simon deserve such a thing. An apology, empathy, or some kind of grand understanding.

He cracks anyways.

❛❛ (…) WHAT FOR ? ❜❜

John is obviously at a loss, his cigar burns out. Ash settles on the tray, glinting in the moonlight. He lights another, gnaws, and smokes. Notes of leather and light maple stains John’s lungs. A bitter char wafts in the air. The stars seem to illuminate the hazy night.

They sit in silence for a few moments. John eventually starts up again, and Simon listens closely.

❛❛ I WASN’T THERE, SI. I WASN’T THERE WHEN YOU LOST (…) YOU. WHEN YOU DIED. WHEN YOU LOST EVERYTHING. ❜❜

Price’s words echo into the endless night, accompanied by cicadas and their hymns, the chirp of crickets follow moments after. Then, there’s silence. Is it really silence? There’s so many unspoken words that burn like an uproarious flame between the pair.

So many apologies John could say, so many stories he could say and tell. John wants to tell Simon that no one should ever experience such a thing, and how he’s a good kid. John wants to tell Simon that it’s not his fault.

And if John could, he’d explain how the soil of your own grave never leaves the ridges of your fingertips. And how you can never scrub the grime off, no matter how hard you try. How silence is the most jarring thing to a man, yet, the most peaceful. How being a living, walking, deadman changes you.

To be a living, breathing body. Rotting away like a real corpse. John thinks, and he wonders. What kind of man has the stomach to rip a jaw, and dig his way out?

Simon has his own thoughts. He ponders on his next words, and what to say to get his Captain out of this whump. It’s uncharacteristic, to see a man of John’s status and stature oh, so defeated. His shoulders are slumped, eyes are set on the view below. Obscured by the dark night, but undoubtedly somber and solemn.

Simon knows that Price’s life revolves around humans. He knows the Captain has seen terrors no man should lay his eyes upon. Simon has heard the stories and he’s seen John’s scars. Small glimpses into the window of his life. Simon knows John is lucky enough to have a family, two kids. Mac and Rosie. A loving, supportive woman in his life— his ex—wife Clara.

And yet, despite this. Simon could sense that John Price could never be a gentle man, because he never had a gentle man in his life. He only knows how to chew on marrow and sink his canines into everything and everyone.

Simon only knew this because they were two of a kind. They aren’t unfamiliar with the sight of blood spilling from orifices of a cadaver, decomposing and becoming one with the earth. Or, the gore of a body festering in puss. The corroding of flesh, and necrosis of the limbs due to an untreated infection on the field. Simon and Price have laid their eyes on parts that are meant to be hidden away by flesh and muscles.

These parts, the innermost parts, are always shocking when displayed in such raw, open spaces, like the battlefields and deserts, where bodies are picked apart by vultures and crows, but Price and Simon no longer flinches at twisted body parts and decaying flesh. They have seen far too much of it to be upset by it anymore.

But, Simon does not know how the rawness of all it washes over John, despite the disfigurement of each of these bodies (was) a living, breathing, person. Whether or not they were civilians, enemies or enemies.

John’s sense of mortality is never numbed, or dismissed. Instead, he weighs on it much, much, more. Death within his field of work is something he knows will happen. There’s no point of price diminishing these feelings.

John Price has children, he has a family. He’s ready for his own death, but are they?

Of course he’s no saint, he knows this and refuses to be called such. He has the blood of mothers, fathers, and children in his hands. He suffers each day for it. Flashing visions of gaunt faces and vacant eyes staring back at him each night. Spindly fingers that wrap around him in the night.

John is a man of war. A man who chooses the lesser evil.

The sensation of Simon’s arm on his shoulder brings him back to earth, a sense of reassurance. A silent apology.

❛❛ PRICE. YOU PUT TOO MUCH ON YOUR SHOULDERS. YOU WERE THERE WHEN I CAME BACK. YOU NEVER LEFT (…) WHEN EVERYONE THOUGHT OF ME AS A LOST CAUSE, TOO ANGRY, TOO INSANE. YOU GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE IN THE ONE FOUR ONE. ❜❜

❛❛ YOU COULD EVEN SAY— IT WAS A (PRICE)LESS GIFT ❜❜

Simon faces John now. Stubbing out his cigarette, to grace John with a timid smile. John blinks once, then twice, then thrice. A smile, a smile from Simon Riley. John could cry, really. Granted, his eyes are already watering up from Simon’s speech. He fights the urge to laugh at that horrible pun. Maintaining a brave face for Simon.

❛❛ THAT (…) THAT WAS SO BAD. ❜❜

John chokes out, the feeling of Simon’s hand on his shoulder remains. He’s rooted now, feeling as bit lighter than before.

❛❛ AH, NOT MY BEST. ❜❜

Simon chortles, a retort dies on his tongue. For once, Simon feels lighter too. He’s ran out of smokes now. The only thing they could do was watch the sun rise back up in the horizon for tonight. And exchange a few stories, or accept the silence.

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amourlyns · 2 months

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batman vengeance, im obsessed with takeda kaneshiro. so can i get some hcs/scenarios of her having a friend that's weak? like they're besties and she'll want to protect her friend at all times. thank u in advance batman 🔥🦇

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: best friends head canons with kaneshiro

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: HI SENNY?!! shiro is so fine, i physically feel ill.

⭒. Literally devoted to you, her loyalty is soooo ferocious I’m telling you. I think she’s also scared of losing you, so expect her to always follow you.

⭒. The intensity depends on whether or not you knew her before or after her brothers death!!

⭒. You could compare her drive and loyalty to Dom Kang’s. FOR SUREEEE.

⭒. Already knows about the things you need help with, like carrying heavy stuff, opening jars etc.

⭒. Remembers all of your little interests, she’s soooo thoughtful!!! It’s the little things, like niche interests, favorite foods.

⭒. I like to think she’s a big sweetheart, once again she does simple subtle tasks for you.

⭒. SHE HATES IT WHEN PEOPLE CALL YOU WEAK!!! Her biggest pet peeve, even if you don’t mind it that much. She doesn’t even use the word on you.

⭒. If you’re weak physically, she urges you to go on rides with her and workout at the gym. She accompanies you of course, she’ll ask you to eat more like a mom too 😭

⭒. If it’s more a mental thing, she’s your support. Forever and always.

⭒. Always a step behind you, literally. She’s always watching. When I tell you she’s like a whole body guard…

⭒. Always keeping you out of trouble!! She’s keeping her eyes on you! You guys have a group life 360 LMAOOOOO

⭒. friendship rings.. friendship bracelets … some sort of jewelry to connect you guys together!!!!

#༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 ⸻ requests.#༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 ⸻ mutuals.#windbreaker #spirithub #windbreaker webtoon #oneshots #oneshot #wind breaker #windbreaker x reader #kaneshiro #kaneshiro x reader #gn #x gn!reader #x gn reader #gn reader

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amourlyns · 2 months

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❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: anahardt, and their own dance. reminiscing on the years before.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: you can also find this on ao3. this was a request, enjoy (:

⟡ ⠀ | ANA WAS STILL AS BEAUTIFUL AS HE REMEMBERED. And if course she was, it was Ana, she would always have an unforgettable air of grace to her.

So when he sees her like this, with her face towards the window gazing at the water droplets that race to the end of window. He smiles. It was a habit of hers that hasn’t changed, and he liked that.

He could watch Ana’s back all day. Well, he could watch her all day. The world seems to get a little quiet when his eyes were set on her. So quiet in fact, he couldn’t even hear Pharah sneaking up on him.

❛ Seeing you two yearn for each other like this kills me inside ❜ She whispers softly, a warm palm squeezes the elders shoulder. It’s comforting in a way, maybe he did need that.

❛ Take her to Hawaii. She’s been talking about it for the longest, you guys can finally go dancing. ❜ A short scoff of disbelief escapes Reinhardt’s scarred lips. As if to say, what Hawaii? Pshh…

The familiar sound of Reinhardt causes Ana to snap out of her trance, weary hues would set their gaze on her daughter and beloved companion. A sweet smile creeps onto her lips.

❛ Gossiping about me I see? ❜ Pharah takes this as a queue to take her leave, she throws an expectant gaze towards Reinhardt and gives her goodbyes to each of them. ❛ Ah, no… She mentioned something about… Hawaii. ❜

Ana could only chuckle lowly. Pharah was a smart girl, she knew. That was her daughter after all… and she was a persistent one. Stubborn even. And she could practically sense the matter of the conversation that conspired between the two. So she nods on, expecting more from him, a better explanation even.

But he doesn’t, instead… he grabs a hold of her palms. A stark contrast to his, mind you, Ana’s complexion was olive, scattered with some freckles from this summer. Smooth, so smooth. Her hands practically dwarfed his.

While his hands engulfed hers, pale (although a bit tanner from the summer.) Weather—beaten and calloused from the elements, as well as his vigorous workout routine. And much more rough.

Despite these differences, they fit like a puzzle piece. Reinhardt takes the lead, a palm cradles the small of her back. Swaying in unison, ❛ It’s not Hawaii— but it is a dance… I— ❜ She shushes him before he can even continue. ❛ This is just perfect. We’ll make do, we always have. Always will. ❜

And she’s right, she knows it and he knows it.

So they dance that whole day, their music is the rain. The rain that patters against smooth glass. Nature paints a picture of them, against the water colored aquamarines, the muted greys and the blotted turquoises.

Dark storm clouds begin to roll in, filling their music with the low howl of wind with the reverberation of thunder. The sound of Reinhardt’s heart keeps her at bay, their breath mingles together… it’s beginning to feel like the night in Gibraltar, in the command center.

Maybe he was right, maybe they were still foolish. Because the way Ana’s chest beats in her chest feels foolish, the way they spare each other longing glances felt foolish. Yet, they still dance.

Farah watches from afar, she snaps a quick picture. Something to show her mother later on of course, she would love it.

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CONTENTS. rural japan! au. forbidden love. rayne is a powerful mountain god, and reader is a surviving warrior of a war. this is a super short series of romance && angst. inspired by chase atlantic's moonlight and the korean drama, tale of the nine tailed.

NOTES. happy ( early ) valentine's! this series is written for all the rayne girlies. dedicated + written for @anqelically && @kyoghurts !! this is valentines gift from me to you, angel & kenji my luvlies.

TAGLIST. @kyoghurts @anqelically @caelivir @bbladie @ansbobcar @rjasmin2021 (it's open to anyone! just send me an ask to be in this series' updates)

一 the aftermath of the great war.

二 blades that cannot cut through.

三 running in the moonlight.

四 dancing in the open waves.

五 a forgotten warrior that lives.

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I LOVE YOU

blushes softly …. I LOVE UUUUU!!!

#༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 ⸻ mutuals.#mutual #HRUYU..#why are u still up #++ ur ask shall be posted #SUPA SOON

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hey. I already made a request, but if you have a limit you can scrap that one.

My cat has been gone for 3 days (shes never been gone this long, shes an in door cat). We just got a ton of snow and I just overheard my parents saying they think the neighbor did something to her. I've had her since I was 11 and she means so much to me. I've been having a hard time having any sort of fun with my family for the holiday season and if you could I could really use any windbreaker characters of your choice comforting reader about that scenario?

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: a jealous owen, reminding you that you’re his forever and always. after hearing a fan compliment you after one of his races.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: owen uses a lot of praise, but he’s also getting his ego fed bc he’s a brat. insane by summer walker was on repeat ngl + imagine that one video of asap hearing riri’s laugh. 😭i’m sorry to hear about your cat!! i hope yall found her in the end. hopefully this fic helps.

⟡ ⠀ | Owen Knight is not insane, you know that and he knows that. So, why is he hearing your voice ? And why does it ring out so clearly in the stadium ? You’re supposed to be in the UK.

Korea wasn’t going to work with you schedule, he knew that and begrudgingly accepted it. So who the fuck is making you laugh and giggle like that? Yeah, he won the race but at what cost ? Where is his baby at—

There you are.

Now you don’t see him, but you could definitely feel his gaze on you, he knows you can. So why aren’t you looking at him? The race was over— and you came to Korea just for him.

So why was another man hogging your attention ? You didn’t even seem remotely interested. Your eyes eventually meet with Owen’s, a smile graces your lips. You’re already making hasty strides in his direction.

Even though all of your attention is on Owen now, his stare still lingers on the man you were talking to moments ago. Owen was always transparent about his feelings, you could read him like a book. He was vocal, and if he was thrown off by something? He would make it known.

He starts it off slow, discussing your appearance in Korea and what a lovely surprise it is, it really was of course. So there was no lie there, but he does mention the man you were talking to before.

❛ Why did you sit closer, baby? ❜ Owen pouts, jutting out his lower lip. You place a quick peck on his lips, cupping his cheeks and chuckling at his own behavior. He’s such a drama king, you’re not quite sure how you manage, especially with him.

❛ Owen, sweetheart I’m only here for you. And you only, so why are you worried? Hm? ❜ He flushes at this, maintaining eye contact. A hand reached out towards your wrist, sending soft kisses around your finger tips. ❛ I deserve all your attention, you know it. ❜

Your practically beats out of your chest, it takes you a moment to remember you two are in a very public space. And he didn’t mind the PDA at all? ❛ Owen, slow down. ❜ It comes out much more softer than intended, he stops. Looking at you with wide expecting eyes. What’s next?

❛ Did he say anything? ❜ Owen huffs, pushing further into your personal space. A smiles graced your lips at his intensity, he is so in love. Isn’t he? ❛ The guy complimented my shirt, he knew I was supporting you. ❜ You’ve obviously struck a nerve.

Owen scowls, pursing his lips at the thought of some stranger complimenting you. Despite the shirt and all. ❛ And that was seriously it? But he was staring at you for so long— ❜ Lips find purchase on his. Quickly silencing Owen in the most effective way.

He’s already asking for another by the time you’re backing up. Trailing you like a lost puppy dog. You let him, of course. Telling him to pack up so you can cuddle at home and enjoy each others company. He’s already agreeing—

#𝐼 . ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 : writings.#༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 ⸻ requests.#reader x owen knight #spirithub #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #oneshots #oneshot #wind breaker #windbreaker x reader

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❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: In which Price comforts Farah while Alex is in the hospital.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Imagery of war, gore and death.

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Dedicated to Dil.

⟡ ⠀ | STERILE, COOL AND BLEAK. There is the familiar sound of an IV drip. Complimented by a dreary, dull environment. A clock ticks somewhere in the distance. John takes in his surroundings. Sterile, clean, and pristine.

John Price does not belong here. He knows that.

John Price belongs somewhere in the dirt, with a set of shattered bones and bloodied knuckles.

Where his joints ache and cry out, and his ears are ringing because of the sound of explosions. He should be awoken from his slumber because of the sound of gunfire and shrapnel ripping through flesh.

Why is he here? Sitting down and relaxing? There is a war to be fought. There always is.

John Price couldn’t stay put.

In reality, there’s a silent storm building happening right in front of him. And here he is, thinking about the world around him. The anxiety should settle in his stomach.

‘Will Alex wake up?’ It’s what Farah has been asking for the last forty five minutes. John has never heard nor seen Farah in such a state. She’s still somewhat composed, shifting within her seat in short increments.

Good God, Farah hasn’t been like this since Hadir’s death. She was a solid woman, stronger than anyone should be. And if Price could do anything to less the burden Farah felt upon her shoulders. He would. A heavy arm wraps around Farah’s shoulders.

They keep silent for a moment, she’s stiff in his embrace. Touch (…) would be the bane of Farah’s existence. A touch she’s been avoiding since she was a child. Eventually, she gives. Letting the flood gates open.

A few tears cascade down thick lashes, staining her flushed cheeks. John reached for a handkerchief in his pocket, offering the cloth to the Commander. She graciously accepts, excusing herself from John’s side and leaving to Alex’s.

John would stay up the whole night watching them if he had to. He would swear it. And so, he does.

Farah protests against this, but she can not dissolve John’s steely resolve.

Farah Karim falls asleep by Alex Keller’s side that night, under the watchful eye of John Price. There are blankets adorning her frame, placed by the Captain.

Pillows are tactically placed against the back of her neck. John does not sleep that night, but he lets the chill of the hospital room nip at him.

The warmth he feels is within his heart, the sight of Farah’s hand on Alex’s chest. John Price would’ve frozen himself to death if it meant Farah could feel at peace by Alex’s side. He meant it. Whole heartedly.

John is restless that night, roaming through halls. Patrolling the premises, memorizing escape routes.

John needed something to do.

He was already restless as is. His mind keeps him awake most nights, and he was having night terrors more often than not. So, he smoked. And that’s just what he did. Being outside gave John a peace of mind.

Things seemed much clearer. Each inhale sends a fuzzy, euphoric buzz through his lungs. And a sharp bite in his throat. Being outside like this, watching the stars on the horizon. Reminds him of Pripyat.

A door clicks somewhere in the distance, Farah. Her footsteps resonate somewhere in Johns heart. One, two, three, one, two, three, stop. Light, mindful, steps make their way to John’s side. She brought his lighter, she lights his cigar. Silence.

❛ I’d never let anything happen to you or Alex. ❜ Farah knows that already, but she can’t find it in her to speak back. She lets John inhale and relish his cigar for two seconds. ❛ You stayed all night. ❜ Farah muses.

John Price never breaks his promises. He stubs out the cigar, heading inside with a new found grief. A guilt. Farah watches the Captain, and she watches how his shoulders seem to sag. How his stride slows, and how exhaustion seems to seep into every pore of his.

This was the morning Farah Karim realized John Price was a broken man pretending to be something he was not. Now, did she know what he was doing? No. But then again, some days (…) She didn’t know her own purpose. Farah would watch John’s figure, hovering around Alex’s body. Pale and moon—laden. He would pace, patrolling the premises once more. John Price was a man of repetition, pattern and habits that would follow him to his grave.

Unfortunately, this was instilled within her too. And she was still waiting for the day she too, could find her habits admirable like John Price. She assumed they were anyways. John Price, the man who saved her.

John Price, the man who carried himself with a sense of pride, confidence and grace you could only compare to the grand heroes her baba used to tell her about.

All heroes fall.

Bile rises into her throat, she ignores it. But images of Hadir, her father and Alex’s face appear in her mind. Farah is so consumed with fear she even pictures herself. John Price does not appear when she thinks of death, the idea of the man dying feels like a myth.

Truth be told, the stories Price unraveled over the years of their friendship only seem like tall tales a hero could survive. He was Achilles in this world.

Did he really have a heel?

She doesn’t want to find out.

The movement of his chest rising and falling seems to lull her to sleep once more. Farah is used to early mornings but Price insists on her sleeping. Claiming she deserved it. She hears John, shuffling to get her another blanket. Embracing her with a touch only a father could possess she craves this.

But it’s a fleeting, flimsy thought. He’s nothing more than a mentor to many. An inspiration to all. John leans in, muttering something off in the distance. It’s barely audible. Like a secret he was telling to himself.

❛ I’d stay all over again. ❜ Farah’s breathing shifts, John can tell. It hitches, inching to a stop. Why would the old man continue you this now? ❛ It’s not about saving everyone, I know that. But if I can, and if I could (…) just give everyone my all. My whole being. I would. ❜ And he does. Every day

Farah can sleep soundly at that.

#𝐼 . ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗��𝚎’𝚜 : writings.#spirithub #oneshot #oneshots #cod modern warfare #cod #john price cod #john price #farah karim #farah cod #faralex #alex keller #alex cod #call of duty mwii #call of duty #captain price cod #farahalex

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amourlyns · 3 months

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Oh my gosh

This is pure evil. They say 12 employees participated in Oct 7th so they have to stop feeding the entire population????

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for windbreaker can I request either Dom or Vinny with and s/o has haphephobia (not from abuse, just a fear that formed around when s/o was in middle school) and their reaction to s/o not wanting to be touched by them and then their reaction to s/o (after a while of dating) finally being comfortable with physical contact?

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: GN!reader + dom kang | vinny hong

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: currently getting to your other request as well, i decided to do vinny & dom with different scenarios.

⟡ ⠀ | Dom’s love language is definitely physical touch, so imagine his shock when you some how avoid and deflect his touch every single time.

Honestly you don’t have the heart to tell him. Besides, you’d get over it anyways. (Correction, you never did.)

Communication is a big thing Dom, so he eventually pulls out the truth from you. After a deep discussion with him you guys decided to take slowly, by step step.

❝ D, we don’t have to do this. In telling you I’ll get over it by myself. ❜ Dom’s eyes squint at your comment, he’s already protesting about you hesitance and now you should do everything together. You don’t really have anymore energy to disagree, besides. There’s no point in denying Dom. He’s a stubborn man.

❝ See baby? We can start with the sleeves. I’ll hold em while we walk together. We can take slow. ❜ You nod in agreement, handing him your arm. Fingers intertwine with the soft fabric.

You guys kept this up for two weeks, Dom’s fingers would inch closer and closer to your pinky. That would be the next form of skinship. It takes you a few moments to adjust, there’s all kinds of alarms going off in your head telling you to move away— you stay.

Dom removes his pinky from yours and showers you in praise. It takes you three weeks before you can actually intwine your hands with his for a long period of time. But it’s so worth it.

⟡ ⠀ | Now when it comes to Vinny, he hardly notices, his love language is quality time. And it’s hard for him to engage in physical touch anyways.

It’s not that he dislikes it, but he’s shy about it— it feels foreign to him. And because of this, he doesn’t notice your aversion to touch until later on.

He’s not too concerned about it, but if you insist on fixing your phobia he does help. He just doesn’t know what to do—

You definitely have to guide him through it, instead of him guiding you it’s the other way around 😭 , the process actually helps you guys understand each other a whole lot more. It’s almost like a bonding exercise. There’s a lot of trust that goes between the two of you.

Vinny decides to bond through biking, subtle touches on the back and the occasional nod of support. Sometimes you guys would cook together too, hand would reach out for seasoning at the same time. Finger tips touch.

It definitely comes more naturally than Dom.

#𝐼 . ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 : writings.#༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 ⸻ requests.#spirithub #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #oneshots #oneshot #wind breaker #windbreaker x reader #dom kang x reader #vinny x gn reader #vinny hong x gn!reader #vinny hong x reader #vinny windbreaker #dom kang #dom

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