#make up your mind chickadee
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Part 4
Mister(s) Steal Your Girl is, somehow, now the official title. Congratulations you little shits (affectionate).
Content: Toxic Behavior, Brief Weight Shaming, Hurt/Comfort
You didn’t expect to see Johnny much after that one night - or possibly ever again. Kyle introduced you two, it was a lot of fun, but you figure that’ll be the end of it. Like introducing a new man to your girlfriends (not that you can really introduce Kyle to yours) you passed the vibe check and now Kyle will keep you and Johnny separate.
That’s how it’s been with Brandon’s friends. (Granted, you don’t really care for Brandon’s friends. And you figure it’s mutual based on the “uptight” comments they pretended to think you couldn’t hear.)
You’re starting to realize that Kyle is always going to subvert your expectations.
Johnny becomes a fixture - a welcome one. While you and Kyle still have your date nights and privacy, Johnny joins you two at least once a week for movies, drinks, dinner, or just silly adventures out and about.
You’re surprised that you don’t mind. Johnny is fantastic company, always respectful, funny, and friendly. Whenever the two of you are left alone, there’s no dead air. In fact, sometimes you could almost swear there’s electricity. Which is… well. It makes it hard to look him in the eye sometimes - and looking at Kyle even harder.
Guilt nips at your stomach until one of them distracts you with another story you’re 70% sure they shouldn’t tell you.
You and Johnny play a game with pub napkins, doodling something on one folded half, then passing it over for the other to scribble on the second half. The trick is not cheating and seeing the first half, then unfolding it to a complete (and usually silly) picture. Gaz always gets to name whatever monstrosity has been created.
You get a month of that good company. Then Kyle sighs at his phone one night.
“Shipping out again,” he explains when you glance at him.
“Will you be gone long?” you ask, shifting.
His brow furrows. “Not sure. They can’t tell us much over the phone.”
You hum in understanding. Still new to this whole military thing, the redacted danger of it all, but you think you’re getting the hang of it. At least, Kyle never seems annoyed when he can’t answer you, only apologetic.
“Is it gonna be the whole team?” you ask.
“Nah, just me and the cap.” He rubs his palm along your calf, a gesture that you suspect is self-soothing rather than for your benefit. “Probably not too dangerous, then.”
You make a noise of protest, nudging at his thigh with your foot. “Bad luck!”
“Sorry, sorry!” he chuckles, tapping his knuckles on the wooden end table. “You’re right.”
You crawl from your side of the couch to his, nuzzling up under his arm. He trails kisses along the side of your face as you snuggle in.
“I’ll miss you,” you mumble into his neck. Still a little embarrassed to be so needy, but you want him to feel appreciated.
“I’ll miss you too, chickadee. I’ll call if I can, yeah?”
You hum in agreement, squeezing an arm around his middle.
“While I’m gone, if you need anything - even some company - you ought to call Soap,” he adds.
The idea is tempting but… “I don’t want to bother him.”
“I promise you won’t,” he laughs. You don’t know what’s so funny, but hearing his voice rumble in his chest like this is always a treat.
“Maybe,” you allow.
“We’ll take it.” Before you can ask what that means, he loops an arm around your waist and scoops you into his lap. “Now then, about my send off.”
Your giggle turns into a moan as his mouth slants over yours.
Kyle’s only been gone three days. You’ve occupied yourself with cleaning up the flat you share with Brandon. Dust has been collecting since you’ve been out and about so much - and god knows Brandon hardly does more than load the dishwasher. Besides, a good bit of spring cleaning is a pleasant enough distraction, humming as you toss out old things to make more room for the new stuff you’ve been collecting.
“Good to see you getting back to normal,” Brandon says cheerfully. You glance up from the laundry you’re folding. He continues, “I was worried with how behind you got on things, but I knew you just needed some time. I told you this would be better for us both.”
You try not to let that sting. Even if things are better now, and continuing to get better, you can’t forget the pain that lingers from the beginning.
“Tell you what,” he adds, hands in his pockets. “When you finish cleaning up, I’ll take you out to the pub, yeah? Put on something pretty.”
You perk up, pleasantly surprised, though hesitant.
“We could leave earlier if you helped,” you point out, hoping for more than just dinner. “Maybe we could walk in the park or something before eating.”
He gives you a weak smile. One you recognize more than his real one by now. It’s almost apologetic, but not quite.
“I would but I’m bloody exhausted from this week, ya know? Big projects coming up at work.”
Your smile freezes. “And some late nights, I’m sure,” you try to joke.
He doesn’t laugh like you expect, but gives you an odd look. “Why would you say something like that?”
Baffled, you shrug. He shakes his head.
“I’m going to take a nap, come wake me up when you’re ready to go.”
You manage to finish the majority of your to-do list by 5. Shower, get dressed, do your hair and makeup with Brandon snoring in the background until 6. By then, he still hasn’t woken up from his nap, so you perch on the edge of the bed and gently nudge at him until he stirs.
“I’m ready to go, babe,” you murmur.
He scrunches up his face - you spare an affectionate thought for how cute it is. You’ve always found it cute.
“Five more minutes,” he grumbles.
You laugh a little. “It’s getting late, we should probably head out.”
He groans. “Five. Minutes.”
You huff in amusement and reach for his phone to set an alarm, but pause at all the notifications from dating apps crowding his screen. There are… a lot. And as you’re looking, a new message pops up, just labeled “blonde” with a peach emoji. Gross.
You set the alarm and slip away to the living room.
It takes him another half hour to finally rouse, shuffling into the living room with a groan.
“C’mon,” he yawns. “It’s going to be bloody crowded by now.”
You follow him quietly to the car, knowing he’s not chatty when he’s just woken up. Hunger only adds to his mood; you can practically see a cloud forming over his head. By the time he pulls up to the pub, he’s downright grumpy. He grumbles about shit parking, and the milling people outside. It looks busy.
“We could go somewhere else?” you suggest.
“This is fine,” he says.
He parks a block away and starts at a swift pace. You try to hold his hand, but halfway there, he pulls away to check his phone and doesn’t take it again.
Surprisingly, it’s only a twenty minute wait for a table - but Brandon sneers something like “of course it is” under his breath. You smile apologetically at the hostess and usher him away.
He doesn’t talk during the wait, at first. Until suddenly he blurts. “We wouldn’t have to wait if you’d woken me up.”
You blink at him. “I did. You asked for five more minutes.”
“Well, why didn’t you wake me up then?”
“I set an alarm?”
You don’t know why he’s so irritated, just that he seems tired and hungry.
“You know I don’t listen to alarms,” he complains, scowling at the sidewalk.
“Okay… I’ll wake you up next time,” you offer.
“Yeah, next time.”
Thankfully, the two of you are called a little early. The pub is indeed loud and crowded, and you’re definitely overdressed. But at least you know what you want - Brandon’s taken you here a million times before.
Wisely, you wait until he’s downed the texmex rolls before trying for conversation again. He hums along as you talk about work, about the books you’ve been reading, about the new movie you saw last week. You think it’s going pretty well, catching up on each other’s lives, when he interrupts you mid-sentence.
“Where was this?”
You frown. “At the grocery store…?”
“You’re still on that? Thought we moved on from that story.”
You don’t bother finishing it, just ask him about his work. It’s like pulling teeth. A lot of “good” and “busy” and “same as usual.” By the time your entree comes, you’ve given up, not sure if you want to cry or just walk away to see if he even notices. He keeps checking his phone. Your fingers twitch to text Kyle, but you don’t want to bother him while he’s working.
The end of dinner can’t come sooner. You decline dessert when the server asks.
“Probably for the better,” Brandon tells you lowly when they’re gone to get the check. “I think you’ve put on a bit of weight. You know how you get.”
You probably have - Kyle has a sweet tooth and practically begs you to split desserts with him. Johnny’s shares his food with you now too, grinning when you express approval for whatever high-protein dish he’s picked and shoving more at you.
As for “how you get”… Brandon’s mentioned in the past when you were heavier that you get mopey, aren’t much fun to be around.
(A small part of you wonders how that would even effect him at this point. He doesn’t spend enough time around you to notice if you’re mopey. Is that why tonight has been such a disaster…?)
You just collect your purse and lead the way out of the pub. It’s a quiet walk back to the car, even though Brandon seems to be in a better mood. He’s still texting, nearly bumps into an elderly couple along the way.
Back at the apartment, he runs his hand down your side, tugs at the lace hem of your shirt.
“Careful,” you chide.
He sucks his teeth and drops his hand. “I’m just trying to be playful.”
“I know, but I like this shirt.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’ve got three just like it.”
You don’t answer, know it’ll lead to more useless bickering. Just tug the stupid thing over your head, ready to go to bed.
“Hey now, that’s more like it,” he drawls, fingertips running down your spine.
You jump, surprised, but play it off that his hands are cold. He makes some crass comment about warming them up, reaching for your breasts, and your stomach churns.
“I-I think I ate something bad,” you lie, all but sprinting for the bathroom.
You close the door behind you - but don’t lock it. Just sit on the floor, the wall cold against your back, while you try to breathe through your spinning, conflicting thoughts.
He’s finally giving you attention, affection. Why aren’t you jumping at this opportunity to spend time with him? Not long ago, you would have been weeping with joy to have an iota of your normal relationship back. Maybe you really did eat something bad.
“Hey,” Brandon calls through the door, “I’m gonna stay somewhere else tonight.”
You stare at the blank white wood, aghast. “But I’m sick.”
“It’s not like I can do much, is there? Except listen to you be sick all night,” he reasons. “And who knows. Maybe it wasn’t something you ate. Maybe it’s contagious. I don’t want to spend the weekend ill.”
Your eyes burn. He didn’t even open the door to check. “Yeah,” you agree, voice robotic, “you’re right.”
Not even five minutes later, you hear the front door close. That almost, almost does you in. You manage to keep your lackluster dinner down, but not the tears.
You let yourself be pathetic for a few minutes, crying into your arms, folded over your knees. When you finally manage to get yourself together, it’s not Brandon you ache for. It’s Kyle. It’s not possible, you know. You just don’t want to be alone even though the nausea is dissipating.
Sighing, you remove your ruined makeup and wash your face, climb into one of Kyle’s jumpers. At least it still smells like him. It’s only as you’re trying to decide on a comfort show, huddled into a ball on the couch, that you remember his advice.
It takes all of fifteen seconds of debate before you scramble for your phone.
I know it’s late, but are you free, you text Johnny.
A response comes almost immediately.
Always for you, lass. You bite your lip on a tiny smile, already feeling better. Your phone buzzes again. What’s up?
Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment as you figure out what to ask - then how to ask it.
Would you want to come to mine for movies? I don’t feel good…
He answers instantly again. Ice cream not-good or Theraflu not-good?
You sniffle when you remember that being sick was a dealbreaker for your night with Brandon.
Ice cream not-good, you reply.
Say no more, hen. Be there in fifteen. Pick a good one.
You watch TikTok’s until there’s a knock at the door. Upon answering, you’re swept up in a bear hug that lifts you off your socked feet.
“Johnny!” you cry, laughing a bit in shock.
“There she is!” he crows, swinging you around. “Been missin’ my best girl!”
You tell yourself the thrill in your stomach is just from him setting you down. (It’s a harder sell when it happens again seeing his wide smile and warm blue eyes.)
“You're ridiculous,” you huff, “I’m not your best girl.”
He arches his eyebrows. “Oh, yer keepin’ track, are ye?”
“C’mon, you must have a partner or something?” you prod as you usher him inside.
“Kyle must’ve told ye, hen, it’s hard in this line of work,” he explains, shrugging. “Tried before but… usually they just end up feeling neglected, ya ken.”
You hum. That’s why Kyle said you and he would work so well with the open relationship - that you’d still have someone at home while he was out. That you wouldn’t be alone if something happened to him.
“Anyway, this is no kinda talk for a cozy night in, now is it?” Johnny says, cutting your melancholy musing short. “Come look at what I brought ya!”
You only notice then the two grocery bags in one hand. He herds you to the couch and sets them on the coffee table for you to root through.
“My favorite!” You exclaim when you extract the tub of ice cream.
The grin Johnny shoots you is proud. “Kyle said so.”
“You two,” you sigh happily.
He’s also brought a squishy stuffed animal, crisps, popcorn, soda, candy, and a small collection of self-care items. You hold the face-masks up with a questioning smile.
“Heard somewhere that it’s good for ye, when yer feelin’ down.” You try not to giggle when the last word comes out sounding like “doon.” He continues, blissfully ignorant. “Hope that’s the right shite, there was a lot to choose from.”
You throw your arms around him, chest warm. “Thank you, this is perfect, Johnny.”
He circles his arm around your waist, holding you close. “Anytime, bonnie,” he murmurs into your hair.
You squeeze his shoulders as you pull away, waving one of the mask packets with a wicked little smile.
“Wanna try this ‘shite’ with me?” you tease.
You expect a resounding and masculine-heavy no. Instead, Johnny tilts his head consideringly for a moment, then shrugs.
“Eh, why the hell not?”
You wake up the next morning to a mess of candy wrappers, discarded moisturizers, and an empty carton of ice cream. And the smell of eggs. Cartoons are playing quietly on the telly. When you yawn and sit up, you’re greeted by a cheerful Johnny at the stove, wearing your pink apron.
“Mornin’, sunshine,” he calls.
You flush and smile back, glad that you called him. “Mornin’!”
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Like Idiots.
includes— hawks x reader. fluff. minors dni.
warnings— gn!reader. pining like idiots. keigo is a pain in the ass. the reader is worse. i had fun with this. <3
There is zero need for Keigo to make a confession when it comes to his crush. It would be entirely redundant to confess.
Your sigh at the thought is palpable. It really is quite a shame.
Part of you yearns for that passionate drama of an ending, where in some novela-inspired twist of fate, your adoring knight is forced to spill his love at your feet. In your daydreams— the ones dreadfully reminiscent of some lovelorn teenager's— a faceless villain from fuck-all-nowhere nearly ends the life of his beloved hero partner.
And the words spill from his throat like his lovesick sobs, clutching you close to his chest while you do your best to pretend you're not biting back a smile at the attention.
"I love you! I've always loved you," he'd cry.
Or something like that.
And you'd kiss, and sparks would fly, or whatever.
End scene.
You're not getting that confession, though.
It figures your love life would turn out to be a comedy. Par for the course of your life, you suppose.
Instead of a scrawled letter sealed with wax or a poem whispered under the imposing moonlight, your confession is written all over Keigo's face— well, not all over, exactly. Every centimeter of his face conceals his emotions meticulously, flawlessly.
Every portion of his face is perfectly practiced and impeccably controlled; except for two measly little points.
You prod at your food again with your fork in hand, all frowns as you sit across from your work partner in a booth at the diner he likes to drag you to on your lunch breaks.
And you stare uncomfortably into the most cartoonishly blown pupils you've ever seen.
"Um. Hawks?"
"Yeah? What's up, chickadee," he asks sincerely before chomping down messily on a battered chicken drum, moaning and letting his eyes fall shut as he does with every meal— typically an obstacle for your focus, this accidentally whorish display is actually a welcome reprieve from your racing thoughts.
When his eyes flutter open once more, you're faced once again with black saucers and the sound of reckless chewing. His pupils are still dilated like a cat tripping balls on the dealer's finest catnip.
"Hawks, I really think I should tell you that—"
Your intervention is rudely interrupted by a waitress in a 50's style apron and folded paper hat combo, likely rushing over notepad in hand to get first dibs on serving a celebrity.
You would prefer to be unfair. It'd be easier to displace your frustration for your lot in life onto this poor woman, to tell her that her hat looks stupid and pink isn't her color, that she should really just stop trying.
You decide to be an adult.
Keigo, on the other hand, does not. Like a child given free reign to order for himself at a restaurant for the first time, he explains that she should really heap on the sugar for his coffee.
"No, no, no. More than that. Like syrup. I want it to taste like it's gonna put me in an early grave and— wait, where are you going?"
The debacle brings to attention another phenomenon that you've grown accustomed to seeing:
The second his gaze meets her's, Keigo's pupils shrink to points once more, constricting to tight dots before bouncing back to their natural size. And predictably, once again, they expand like blown glass when you catch his attention.
"Hawks!"
"Yeah, what?"
His chewing ceases obnoxiously, chicken drum in his right hand and half-chewed remains in his left cheek.
You might as well rip it off like a bandaid. You let out a puff of air.
"Your eyes," you attempt to gently point out.
"Mm?" Keigo's head tilts to the side, pondering your observation for a moment.
"My eyes? Ohh," he drags his words as if in realization, treating himself to another chomp into the drumstick. "You gettin' lost in them, huh? Happens, dove. You can stare, I don't mind."
"No!" You squeak out your denial before smoothing down your shirt and tipping your chin high.
You have the upper hand here. Remember that.
"I mean," you correct your course, staring down and poking at your plate while a smile creeps up your lips. "It's kinda hard not to when your pupils look like they're gonna swallow your goddamn irises."
The silence that follows is deafening.
"Kei'?" You flick your gaze up toward him, worried now.
Under normal circumstances, it's an established habit for Keigo to slot one palm over his mouth when called out.
But this time, that hand bypasses his lips, crawling upward to reach his visor and wordlessly drag it down over the source of his shame.
A stronger person than you would hold back their laughter. They would take pity on the flush rising over his cheeks and neck like sunsets. Perhaps they would coo praises to soothe him, or even take it all back to ease the shame and discomfort that makes him feel utterly naked.
They would take pity on the man who, under the fluorescent high beams bolted to the diner's ceiling, looks just like a clown tripping on stage with the spotlight shined on his face.
You are not a strong person.
In your hysterics, you reach over to pry the barrier off his eyes, climbing into his lap and over him like tussling teenagers.
"Keigo, I didn't say it was a bad thing—"
"You're laughing," he laments like a kicked puppy, prying your face an arm's length from his with a single palm.
It's over. This is it for him. His life is over, he's going to have to change his identity.
He can start fresh with a new hero name, one not centered around red-tailed hawks— he'll need to rebrand as another bird, most likely. Preferably one with the same signature red feathers so as not to make a fuss for the merch department.
Maybe a parrot.
Winged-Hero Parrots.
"You're laughing at me!"
"I'm not laughing at—" another uncontrollable wheeze. His wings flap in indignance once, slamming against the cushions of the pink diner seat before drooping down like a dog's tail between its legs. You pluck the visor and raise it above your head out of arm's reach, one hand planted against his chest for stability.
"Not laughing at you! Baby, I promise—"
"Baby?" He repeats.
The silence is worse the second time around— but luckily for you, Keigo is a stronger person than you are. No laughter erupts from his chest, no smirk settles on his face.
If anything, your slip up seems to elevate his heart rate more than yours.
"We really should—"
"I think we need to—"
Both sentences collide in the small space between you, his lips completely still and mere inches away from yours.
You're reminded of the feeling of your fingertips about to touch metal after being charged with static, the skin crackling with the air's tension as you contemplate whether to just get it over with and touch.
And slowly, as if suddenly cognizant of your bodies and environment, you both crawl off each other and scoot toward the furthest edges of the booth seat.
Your knees make their way toward your chest for comfort, while Keigo's wings drape over his shoulders like a cocoon.
"We should talk."
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🌸If You Give Them Your Hand BNHA🌸
Characters: Sero, Bakugou, Denki, Hawk, Shoto, Shinso, Izuku {GenderNeutral Reader}
What happens when you give the Boys of BNHA your hand? Some are you just straight up give them your hand, others are scenario. As always feel free to leave a request and thank you all so much for the support! ❤️🥺
Warning: Swearing and there are some suggestive parts.
◾️🟨Sero 🟨◾️
Sero was working in the kitchen, putting dishes away while making something for lunch for the both of you. Music swayed in the air as you approached. Your hand, and arm, outstretched waiting for his reaction. Sero seemed a tad bit startled by your sudden presence and then at your action. Like you just walked into the kitchen with your arm in front of you… what is happening? He looked at you, puzzled for a moment before smiling. The confusion in his eyes was gone.
He grabbed your hand, kissed your knuckles first, then wrist, then made his way up your arm. He kissed your cheek, nose, then lips. His eyes met yours, the red blush evident on your face as you stared at him.
“Entertained Amor?”
💥Katsuki Bakugou💥
Bakugou is sitting on the couch with your dog watching TV. Some old American movie about a superhero is playing, and Bakugou seems both hypnotized and confused. “Rip off ALL MIGHT” he mutters. You walk over to him, standing at his side as you place your arm/hand out, waiting.
“What are you doing Dumbass?”
You don’t answer, just smirk at him. He glanced back at the movie, pausing it and turning his full attention onto you. Wtf are you doing? He carefully grabs your hand, wondering if you have some stupid trick shocker in it. But nothing- nothing except your reaction. You smile, and it clicks. It's that stupid TikTok thing.
He gives you this sweet smile and brings your hand to his lips. He turns your palm to face him, before licking your entire hands and wrist. His snarky smile comes through as you see his sharp  canines.
“Kat that's so gross!” You try to yank your hand away but he won’t let you.
“Aw come on Teddy Bear, we've done a lot grosser.”
“Kat-”
“Like last night we-”
“KAT STOP!”
⚡️Denki⚡️
Denki had just stepped back into the house, sweaty from the gym and hazy. His eyes land on you, your arm and hand outstretched and he just stares. He’s both tired and a bit out of it so it takes him a good couple of seconds to realize what the hell is happening. Then he does He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. He then, of course, does his little flirty wink and smile, gazing up at you through his bands and eyelashes.
“I thought you wanted me to pull your finger for a moment” he laughs, your hand still in his as he weaves them together, standing up straight.
You can't help that laugh that leaves your chest at the confession. He chuckles too, more so at your bubbly laugh.
🪶Keigo (HAWKS)🪶
Hawks had just left the bathroom from showering when he saw you. Standing there with your arm outstretched towards him. Your hair is mused and you're dressed for bed. Usually, he’d take that as an invitation but today, he just needed to be close to you. Something happened today, something that’s weighing heavy on his heart and mind. And he just needs you. Needs you close. Keigo gives you a soft smile before moving towards you, hand holding yours as his other cups your back. One of his feathers departs and goes towards the record player in the corner, flicking the record over and putting it on. The two of you just dance, both slowly stepping to the beat of the music as the sun fully sets. At some point, his wings cave around the both of you, protecting you from everything outside.
“I love you chickadee”
🌿 Izuku Midoriya🌿
Izuku takes it as a hint to pull you to him since you were sitting down. Laying down actually, you both had just woken up but
Another lovely morning in bed was ruined by Izuku’s alarm. Hero work. You grumbled and groaned as you felt Izuku try to unweave himself from you. Trying his best to not wake you, but it didn’t matter. You had become somewhat used to his work schedule at this point, being able to wake up even without his alarm going off. But that doesn't mean you were happy about it.
“ZooZoo come back.”
You groaned as you peeked open your eyes to see your boyfriend shut the bathroom door; trying to stop the bathroom light from hitting you. Time passed by and you found yourself more awake, now in the kitchen making coffee for the two of you, sitting on the counter as you waited. You could hear Izuku moving around, putting on his hero uniform. You hummed as you saw his familiar head of hair enter. You reached your arms out to him, wanting a hug because I mean- you didn’t get to have your peaceful morning with him. But, he thought you need him to pull you down. Why? Because he usually has to pull you out of bed. And his un-caffeinated, tired mind processed you as still being in bed. (Man had a hard week, cut him some slack.) But unlike those times, when he’d tug you out from the covers, you weren’t prepared for the jank off the counter. So you go pretty much flying from the counter and crumble to the ground since you had no balance. Izuku reacted fast, thanks to constantly training his reflexes, and catches you, his arms going under yours
“Well, that didn't go as planned.”
“Heh yeah sorry.”
“What happens?”
“I think my mind processed you as still being in bed.”
“Izu…baby… I think you need a day off. Just some rest. It’s been months.” Your hands cupped his face.
“Yeah, maybe your right…alright let’s go back to bed. I’ll grab us some coffee and call the commission.”
He then pushes your body up, pretty much throwing you in the air slightly till he's holding your thigh, your hands rest on his shoulders.
🧊Shoto Todoroki🔥
It was right after he did a meet and greet, you had been hanging out on the side watching. Ensuring that everything worked and went smoothly. Thankfully this one had been only two hours, not eight. Yet it came right after a rather intense interview with the press. You watched with grated TEETH as they poked and prodded Shoto for information about his family. Fucking bastards.
And the minute it ended, when both the interview and meet and greet were done, you could see the toil it took on Shoto. How his shoulders slouched a bit and his back caved. He was emotionally tired and done with socializing for the day. You walked up to him, arm outstretched ready to give him a side hug, your other arm holding fan mail and whatever esle. Yet out of the corner of his eye, he only saw a hand. His back became straighter and his shoulders rolled back. He turned to you, and you watched as Shoto enter into ‘Hero Greet’ mode. He grabbed your hand. His grip was firm and gentle as he shook it. He gave you that award-winning smile, the one you see every fan post about when they meet him. He’s about to open his mouth, about to greet you with his robotic lines until he realizes it's you. His grip doesn't loosen and instead, he pulls you into his chest. His other arm wraps around your waist as he kisses your forehead.
“Ready to head home?” You ask
“Hm”
🧠Hitoshi Shinso 🧠
You had been sitting on the couch, Shinso’s head rested in your lap as he watched the Tv. The evening had been uneventful, a nice change to the chaotic week that had perused earlier. To say the least, both of you were grateful for this slow night. Your fingers weaved in and out of his hair, and your other hand rested lax against his shoulder. To be honest, you were both zoned out to the film. Your fingers stopped momentarily brushing his hair which broke Shinso from his haze and drowsiness. His eyes shifted up towards you, he could see the sleepiness in your eyes and your struggle to stay awake. You always tried to stay awake with him, keep him company on the night his insomnia was really bad.
His hand reaches up, grabbing your free hand on his shoulder. He lightly pulled your hand to his face, brought your palms to his lips, and kissed it.
“Go to sleep kitty. It’s been a long day.”
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El Viaje | Sam Kerr x Reader
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Summary: Sam’s done her ACL and the journey proves to be tough
“Sam? It’s 12:30 in the morning, what’s wrong?” my voice is groggy and hoarse as I pick up the phone.
Nothing is said in reply but a small shuttering gasp trickles through the speaker. I was very familiar with that sound. The one of Sam trying not to cry. It alarms me, so I scurry to sit up against the hotel headboard and turn on the lamp, as if it will make me concentrate better on the conversation.
“Chicka? What happened? Shouldn’t you be in training?” the Chelsea team had travelled to Morocco for some hot weather training, leaving them only 1 hour ahead of London but 9 hours behind Brisbane, so the timing was odd.
“I-” she chokes on her words and my heart clenches, as if I could feel whatever pain and sadness she was feeling.
“I won’t be going back to training. Not for a while.” my fiancé’s usual candour isn’t anywhere to be seen as she drags out the admission.
“Sam what are you going on about?”
Another one of those almost silent cries escapes her mouth.
“Sam please telling me what the fuck is going on or I’ll call Emma.” I grow even more worried as I flick through all the possibilities of what could have happened in my mind.
“Can we facetime? I want to see your face, it’ll make me feel better.” I’m requesting the facetime call before she can even finish, and it takes no time at all for me to be met with her face.
Her solemn, tear stained, lip quivering face. I nearly start crying just looking at her. I’ve only seen her look so defeated a small number of times, but it never gets easier. I desperately want to magically transport to Morocco and just hold her.
“Oh Sam, please tell me what’s wrong.”
“I did my ACL.” The words don’t process in my head for a moment. She can’t possibly have said what I think she said.
“What?” it’s a whisper of disbelief but her face shows me everything I need to know. I feel sick as I stare into her eyes. Eyes that are usually so full of light and joy, dark and sullen in pain.
“I’m flying to Morocco. Next flight out.”
“No, we leave the day after tomorrow, it’d be a waste.”
“Sam-”
“You’re spending time with Sharn and Tameka, I’ll be okay.” The mention of my best friend and our Matildas teammate nearly makes me want to laugh.
“I’ve been here for 5 days; I went to their game last night, they’ll understand. Sharn’s coming to England in a couple months anyway. Say the word and I’ll fly out, whenever you want.” I can see the fight on her face.
“Please fly home, to England. I need you.” Tears well up in her eyes and I can feel them fighting on my waterline as well.
“Of course chicka.”
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My flight gets in an hour before the team’s is supposed to. I sit in the secluded hallway I know they’ll eventually make their way down, leg bouncing non-stop and hands sweating. I’ve seen Sam injured, I’ve nursed her back to health, I’ve done everything you can imagine, but an ACL is different. Worse in every way.
Soon I begin to hear the chatter and footsteps often associated with the Chelsea team and rapidly stand up to greet them. Emma is the first one around the corner, closely followed by Jessie and Zećira. Each of them greet me and pass on a sorrowful smile before continuing down the hall.
It takes a little longer for Sam to make her way around, surrounded by Millie, Guro, and Erin; all of them are laughing and smiling at something Erin said. It takes me a few seconds but I’m taking off down the hall to meet the group who don’t notice me until I’m right in front of them. Where I usually would pick Sam up and spin her around, I have to stop myself, the crutches serving as a reminder to why I’m back early.
“Chickadee!” she smiles at me with that beautiful, joyful smile I’m used to, and I can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to both her cheeks. Eventually she presses her own lips to mine, clearly sick of waiting.
“How’re you feeling?” Sam rolls her eyes, knowing I’m going to start fussing over her, and the girls around us laugh.
“I’m good. Millie’s been nursing me.” The friendly giant blonde grins proudly at us at the comment.
“Good, but now you have an actual nurse to look after you.” I grab Sam’s bag that Erin has a hold of, and the backpack that’s in Guro’s hand.
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When we get home, I heave both lots of our bags through the house before cautiously trailing behind Sam who makes her way to our bedroom. She drops down onto the bed and I get nervous at the way her leg bounces as it absorbs the shock. I kneel down to start untying her shoes as she peels off her Chelsea travel jacket.
“I can do it you know?” Sam was ever the stubborn individual, and rarely wanted to accept help.
“Let me look after you.” I press a soft kiss to her injured knee before I continue taking off her shoes and socks.
I grab one of her oversized sweaters and shorts for her to slip into then head into our bathroom, running the warm water into the tub. I light some candles and turn off the lights, knowing she prefers the mellow light in times like these, before I hear her making her way on her crutches. It takes a little adjusting but I eventually help her slip into to sudsy water, then leave her to relax as I order some food for dinner.
Not long after I exit the room, I hear a splash and a groan of frustration, and race to see what’s happened. Sam’s body is still deep beneath the surface of the water but there’s a large puddle that slowly disperses at the base of the tub.
“What happened?” I pull my towel off the rack and begin to clean up the mess.
“I tried to get out.” the defeat is clear on Sam’s face, and it helps dampen the flame of anger that bubbled in my chest.
“Sammy-”
“I can’t do that, I know. I just… I don’t want to rely on you for everything.”
“Darl, I know it’s hard, and it will be hard for the next 9 months, but I’m here for you. I want to help you. You’re not alone.” Gently, I run a hand through her drying hair, occasionally massaging her scalp.
I can see the cogs turning in her head as I wait for an answer. The only thing I get is her leaning over and resting her head on my shoulder. It’s not comfortable for either of us but it’s the gesture that matters.
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A few days later Sam has to go in for surgery. I have a shift at the hospital, so I drive her in, and take a goofy photo of her before she gets prepped, before I start my rounds. I find it hard, lacking my usual charm and overly-kind demeaner as I visit Carl, a 63 year old Irish man who came to spend a few years in England after retiring from teaching history in Australia, before going home to Ireland. He doesn’t stop talking. I don’t mind though; his stories never disappoint. He came in for a hip surgery but due to some complications he’s had to stay a little longer, and come in for regular stays every few months.
“You’re worried about something.” He likes to study me as I move around.
“Not when I’ve got you, hey Carl?”
“You’re pouring yourself a cup of tea. You don’t like tea. Which is appalling by the way.” I relax my shoulders and take in a deep breath. He knows me too well.
“It’s my fiancé-”
“Sam! Oh how is she!? I love young love.” A warm and reminiscent smile flitters across his face.
“Yes, well, she tore her ACL during training in Morocco. She has surgery today.”
“Bloody hell the poor thing! She’ll be okay love.” Carl pats my arm in reassurance, and I hate to admit I feel much more at peace.
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Around 4 hours into my shift, I get called to take over a new patient for one of the other nurses who had to leave after their surgery. I walk down the fluorescently lit hallways, my shoes squeaking against the linoleum. Sam should just about be finished surgery too.
I pushed open the dark wood door but come to a stop when I see who’s snoring in the bed. My fiancé, ever so peaceful and beautiful, yet still looking so tired. There are band-aids over different points of her knee, barely propped up with a roll of cloth.
I check her vitals, not yet giving her more pain meds, and take a seat beside her. I take her hand in mine, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the dark vein, and admire her. Despite the hospital attire and the ruffled hair that falls out of her hair-tie, she looks so handsome.
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I get paged to visit a few other patients before Sam gets the chance to wake up, but by the time I get back, basically the whole Chelsea team is sitting around her room or in the hall.
Jessie’s the one talking Sam when I walk back through the door, vials and food in hand.
“Time for lunch and meds!” I scoot in beside Emma and LJ to have access to her IV after she finishes the food, the girls around us greeting me.
“Chickadee! You’re here.” Sam reaches a hand out for me and puckers her lips but I stand back.
“Nuh uh. Here we’re nurse and patient, not fiancés. Now I need you to eat some food so I can give you your medication.” I can see her desire to fight back on her face, but I know she won’t ignore the orders when I’m actually on the clock.
When she finishes the horrid food, I put clean gloves on and fill the new needle with morphine, then turn back to her. I have to fiddle with the IV for a moment but eventually manage to inject the medicine.
“You might get sleepy; I’ll be back soon to see how you’re doing and adjust the dose if need be, okay? There’s the emergency button if you need me sooner.” I bid her and the team adieu.
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I don’t get to take Sam home with me after my shift, instead having to pick her up the next day.
While she’s wheeled out to the car, crutches resting on her lap, I carry her brace and compression bands and whatever else she’s been given. Sam sits across the backseat, making sure to keep her knee elevated, and I make sure to drive as safely as possible.
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When we get home, we find ourselves in bed, Sam’s head resting on my chest as I play with her hair, Derry Girls playing on the TV.
“I love you so much, thank you for being my nurse.” A kiss is pressed lightly to my collar bone and I smile.
“I’ll always look after you, my beautiful girl.” She looks up at me with those big chocolate brown eyes and I think I fall in love with her all over again.
I lean down and attach my lips to her’s but as we pull away, she turns serious.
“You owe me a lot of kisses for refusing to kiss me in the hospital.”
“Of course darling.” I simply kiss her again. Anything for my beautiful girl.
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“You don’t have to baby me Y/N for fuck sake!” so much for ‘thanks for looking after me’.
“I’m not babying you Sam! I’m making sure you don’t push yourself too far!”
“I can lift things without you hovering over me!”
“You were trying to lift boxes that I can barely lift at full health!” she was really getting on my last nerve.
“I just want you to leave me alone for 5 fucking minutes! God I’m so sick of you!” that makes me pause, pain encapsulates my heart and tears floor my waterline.
My mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. What am I supposed to say to that? So I turn around, picking Helen up on my way, and head to our bedroom. The door slams shut behind me, rattling the walls, the artwork threatening to drop and shatter to the floor. Not dissimilar to my heart.
I hear Sam groan but nothing else echoes down the hall for a while. Until I hear a crash. Without a thought I’m opening the door and rushing across the wood floors to find the girl I’m angry at.
All I find is her sitting on the ground, surrounded by piles of wood. She’s untouched.
“Sam…” it’s more of a sigh of relief than anything else.
“I just- I wanted to make it myself to apologise. And also to prove myself right.”
“You don’t need to make a whole fucking bookshelf for me. You shouldn’t. Your words hurt, but I don’t want you hurt.” I slowly help her get up, although it’s a struggle.
“I’m really really sorry. I didn’t mean it, that I’m sick of you. I could never be sick of you. You’re too kind.” A kiss is pressed to my cheek.
“And pretty.” Another to my opposite cheek.
“And perfect.” She kisses my lips, love flowing between us as I kiss back.
“I don’t deserve you. You’ve done nothing but take care of me and I’ve been all ‘Oscar the Grouch’ on you.” I lead her over to the couch and pull her against me.
“You could turn into Oscar the Grouch and I’d still love and take care of you. I will find you in every lifetime, and love you endlessly.”
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Hi! Can you do a yandere hawks please?
My first request for Hawks~ Of course Nonnie~♡
Yandere Keigo Takami x GN! Darling
For Your Safety
cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Abuse of power • Gaslighting • Stalking/Breaking & Entering • Noncon/Forced relationship • Pet names • Delusional Themes • Sub! Reader
You shouldn’t have answered the door.
You opened it without even checking through the peephole, to find no one else but the infamous pro-hero Hawks standing on your door step.
“Hello~ Ya know, sorry to bother you so late but…,” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, eyes closed in a harmless sign as he raises his free hand up sheepishly, “I got a call for a health and wellness check for you.”
Those sharp yellow orbs were like a predators as he opened his eyes.
“You wouldn’t be in any danger…would you?” His voice drops an octave, and you immediately feel the danger you’re in the second pieces of a puzzle begin falling together.
The feathers you’d find in your home. The feeling of being watched constantly. The strange and delusional love letters.
You weren’t anything special. So why was this happening to you?
“N-no… I’m okay, th-thank you though—,” you can’t close the door, his foot wedged between the little opening.
“You sure? You seem a little nervous~ you wouldn’t mind if I came in and just checked around right?” That smile is anything but harmless, lips angled up in a grin that doesn’t reach his hard and calculating eyes.
Boxes of unfinished packing rests in your nearly empty living room. The last moving truck gone for the day, back tomorrow morning for the last few loads to your new apartment in a different city.
“I’m fine, really, I don’t think—,” then you’re on your ass and the door is opening. He’s not a big man, in fact, his stature is average at best, but the complete lack of strength used by Hawks proves he’s more than meets the eye.
“I really wasn’t asking chickadee~” then your door is closing and the deadbolt locking in place.
He appreciates the view you’re offering him, sat on your butt on the floor and looking up at him with tears brimming in your depths.
“Aww~ don’t worry baby, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.” He coos at your fear, even placing his hands on his knees and bending down like one might to a toddler. “See, I just got worried when I saw you were making such a big move, all by yourself, you know?” He’s following you as you shuffle back on your hands, hands in his pockets casually and he looks at all the quick work you’d put in to getting out of town as quickly as possible.
“Really hurts my feelings, ya know? Man, it’s a pain too, calling up the moving company and having them change addresses. They overcharge these days.” Not that money was even a problem for him, he just enjoyed the terrified realization dawning on you. He loves the attention, the focus you give him now, as if a bomb could go off but you wouldn’t notice with how centered you were on him.
“It’s okay baby, I know change can make us do stupid things, it seems scary now, huh?” He’s got you backed against a wall, crouching down to your level on his haunches as he gives you what seems like a reassuring smile. “I’m a forgiving guy, so I won’t hold this time against you.”
“Why…?” His head tilts in amusement as you ask the one question driving you crazy.
“Why what, chickadee? You’ll need to be more specific for me.”
“Why this… why me…?” He’s smiling genuinely this time, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. Then he’s closing in on you, cool thin lips pressed against your warm tear soaked cheeks as he speaks lowly.
“You’re just so pathetic, how can I leave you alone? Always so clumsy, never paying attention to your surroundings, so weak. You’d be dead without my supervision. I like you though, even if you’re incapable of existing without me, so sweet and cute.” It doesn’t matter that you’re sobbing, he’s merely hushing you and dragging you to your bedroom, mattress on the floor without your bed frame.
“It’s okay, chickadee~ you’re good for something at least!” He chirps happily, tossing you on the bed with a smile as he goes for his pants. “I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful mate, staying home and safely inside is the best for you anyway.” He’s crazy, truly delusional as he strips shamelessly before you, stroking his hard cock with a wild gleam in his eyes.
Red feathers dust the ground as he grabs you before you can escape, easily tearing off your clothing as you beg and sob for this to stop.
“Shh, it’s okay now, I’ve got you, you don’t need to scared anymore~♡” Not even for a second considering what you fear is him.
Even as he tears multiple orgasms from you, fingering your hole and licking you wet and sloppy, you still cry.
“Look at this chickadee, look how full you are!” He’s elated when he stuffs his thick cock inside you, stretching your poor hole out around his girth while he moans above you. All you can do is muffle your own pleasured moans into the sheet, shame washing you as your body so easily gives in to his touch despite your begging for him to stop.
“Please, Hawks, no more—!” Your pleas only spur him on, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you clamp down tight on his cock. “Just like that baby, gonna fill you up, make you mine.” He’s fucking you hard and fast, going as deeply as possible each thrust like he’s trying to imprint the shape of it inside you.
He laughs at your tears, huffing against your pudgy swollen cheeks and licking a strip up your face to taste the salty bitter liquid. “You need to cum again baby? That what you need?” He doesn’t notice or doesn’t care when you shake your head, shifting to sandwich his hand between you and working you over into another harsh orgasm that makes you see white.
“Fuck—that’s it chickadee, milk my cock, so fucking tight—,” his balls slap against your ass as he feels his orgasm approach, sticky with your cum and fluids as he finally settles deep and releases thick spurts of cum inside you.
“No!” You whine, trying to pull away.
“Yes!” He hisses, panting and sweating as his wings spread wide and cover your form like a protective blanket as he collapses on you, pinning you down.
He’s happy to kiss and fuck any lingering tears away until you’re pliant and doughy. Easily movable as he works to get you dressed again for the trip to your new home. He sleeps good that night knowing you’re tucked safe in his nest.
Dividers by the lovely @benkeibear
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Hawks - P - 3 🪶
Come on Out, Chickadee
Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug
Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, Predator/Prey dynamic, possessive tendencies, fire, injuries/flesh wounds by burning
Master List here.
Yandere Prompt here.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”
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You hold your breath, a tight pang in your chest as you move boards and boxes aside in the abandoned warehouse. He’s slow to get here yet so hot on your tail.
As if he’s playing with you.
He loves these games, loves the way you run like you actually have a chance. Loves the way you build yourself up with hope.
Just for him to strip it away.
Always stripping you of something. Hope, choices, clothes, basic rights, privileges. Anything he can think of, he takes it from you as if it’s his own to covet.
Because you are his to covet. His pretty little thing. His pretty girl.
His. Just his. Only his.
You hear the clunk of his boots land in the warehouse, and you stiffen in your hiding place. You see nothing, yet you can hear everything. One sense stripped amplifies all of the others.
He walks around, whistling. “I know you’re in here. Why don’t you just make things easier on yourself and come out? I won’t bite. Promise, chickadee.”
He promises. Promises not to bite you, not to hurt you.
You know it’s all fake. He’ll just find a different way to torment you. A fucking loophole in his fucked up system of dictatorship.
You have to clasp a hand over your mouth as you hear him draw further in, his boots growing nearer to where you’re settled behind boxes and wooden boards.
And then they pass you. You can tell he’s meagerly looking around, but not at all tearing the place apart. No, he has something else in mind.
And then you hear something else. Splashing. The splashing of liquid against items, beams, the floor, the walls. What is that? What is he doing?
A terrible smell infiltrates your nostrils. It’s familiar. The same smell when you’re at a gas station, pumping your car with fuel.
Gasoline…
Oh, God, you’re going to die in here!
You hear something else now. Rustling, more rustling from a distance, but not so far that you can barely make it out.
“I’m telling you now, little bird, if you come out, make things easier for me, I won’t be too hard on you. You gonna be good and come out?”
Silence. You don’t dare speak. You don’t dare move. You barely even breathe through your nose with a hand clasped over your mouth.
“Huh. Guess not.”
There’s a striking sound, and then heat everywhere. So much heat. You begin to sweat, you don’t know what to do.
Should you move, or should you let the fire consume you? Is being with Keigo worse or better than being burned to death?
You feel the fire encroaching your space, it seeps and burns up the cardboard boxes you’re buried behind.
Your fight or flight takes over, and you fight the fire off of you, smacking at your arm where it singes your hair and bubbles your skin. You kick at the wooden beams around you, knocking them away as flames lick and dance at them. Tiny embers falling onto you, burning your legs and the tops of your bare feet.
You cry out, scampering from what you thought would be your refuge.
Everything is fuzzy with smoke and orange hues. You’re caught in a daze of panic, and you look for the exit. You run as fast as your bare feet can carry you, and when you finally make it out of the burning building, there he is to catch you around your waist.
He pulls you into a hug, pressing your back up against the brick wall. His nose nuzzles into your neck, and you sob with a gut wrenching pain in your stomach.
His smile is lopsided, very close to his everyday charismatic nature, but his eyes…those golden orbs stare into you with the heat of the sun. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”
Your breathing is so irregular, you feel like you could pass out right in his arms.
“Please, Keigo, I’m sorry! Please! I just want to go home!”
“Oh, chickadee, my sweet little song bird.” His tone isn’t laced with anything malicious. In fact, he sounds much too pleased with everything that’s happening. “I’m your home. I’m the only one you’ll ever need. Don’t worry. You’ll learn that soon enough.” He caresses your filthy and tear stained cheek. “I’ll help you learn.”
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Accustomed To You (Revali x Reader)
Based on this idea by @dorayakimanjiro where Revali uses the string of his Great Eagle bow to make you an engagement ring. Thanks for such a delightful and beautiful idea!
Reader is gender neutral. ☺
The customs of the Rito were unorthodox in some ways due to their flighted anatomy and avian instincts - and in some ways they were shared amongst other every race present in Hyrule. Love, and being in love, was no strange concept to Revali. Though most were sure the too proud Rito would ever find companionship that suited his tastes, you proved them all wrong. In your eyes was a kindness he’d never experienced from anyone, a depth of selflessness and joy that was infectious. It made him soft - the unbreakable Revali becoming pliant from your genteel gestures and willing companionship. Even surprising him when you took up his bow on your own accord to nail a Bokoblin that had intended to get the jump on him (a mistake on his part, as he was so peacefully distracted by your humming while you both were enjoying the spring breeze).
It was then that Revali knew he could not simply see you as just a friend or a traveling partner. No, you’d earned his respect entirely - and even moreso, his heart.
So here he was, engaging in a tradition that all peoples of Hyrule were familiar with: intention of courtship. It took him a few weeks to be able to whittle the circular thing to the size of your ring finger. It was made from the finest wood Rito Village had to offer - where he would carve the tiniest intricate holes and patterns that represented him. He polished and shined it to the point of gleaming in the light of the sun; it was almost perfect. Almost.
With careful precision, Revali unfurled the string of his Great Eagle bow - worn with heroic use - a string you’d more times than you could count; a string that that was basically an extension of himself and all that encompassed. He threaded the bow string through the small holes of your ring, weaving it through in a herringbone pattern until it was complete and knotted at the end. A proud feat for the Rito, whose labor could be classified as nothing less than eternal devotion. Each moment spent sculpting, polishing, and weaving until it was the perfect piece was spent with you at the forefront of his mind. Your laughter, your warmth, your love...all things Revali decided long ago he wanted at his side for eternity. His tailfeathers chuffed at the brilliance of your ring.
Now it was perfect.
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“Revali, it’s marvelous!” you say with a waver in your voice, your bright eyes brimming with tears as you scanned the woven ring. His chuckle was light, “I made it...for you.”
In his feathered fingers he took your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger. His voice softened, emerald hues holding your gaze with all the love he could muster,
“For as long as I’ve known you, you have always felt familiar to me...One day I realized, being with you feels like the sun on my wings when I fly,” he looks down at your hand, heart full at how right it feels to see his ring on your finger, “And just like that warmth, I will always cherish you. Marry me, chickadee...”
His nickname for you. A passing tease from many many months ago now turned an affectionate endearment, nurtured by the love you two both shared. Without thought, you threw your arms around him, joyful tears falling freely now. Your heart threatened to spill over from how overfilled with adoration it was. A quick pullback from his returned embrace allowed you connect your eyes once more,
“Yes! Oh Revali, I would love nothing more!” and your pressed a loving kiss to his beak. He held you closer now, his tailfeathers puffing up from happiness.
Eternity with you made his skies feel so much warmer.
#tloz#tloz: botw#the legend of zelda#the legend of zelda: breath of the wild#breath of the wild#revali#champion revali#rito champion#revali x reader#fluff#marriage proposal#zelda imagines#the legend of zelda imagines#drabble#revali imagines#zelda fanfiction
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Fight Fire with Fire
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Summary: Reader and Jason Carver get into a fist fight. Eddie is absolutely enthralled by the reader
Warnings: mentions of blood and fighting, some swearing
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It was surpirse to Eddie when he walked into school for the day and he saw you and Jason Carver in the front office sitting one chair apart from one another. The front office lady was on the phone and glaring at you both, obviously calling someone with a speck of authority to come deal with you two.
From the context clues that laid themselves out in front of Eddie, you and Jason had gotten into a fight.
Jason sat there, a bloody tissue stuffed up one of his nostrils and an icepack wrapped in a flimsy paper towel held over the basketball player's left ice. A couple drips of blood stained his white t-shirt and his hair was jostled.
You sat just a chair away, arms crossed and eyebrows scrunched. You looked much better than Carver, only a couple bloody and bruised knuckles, as well as some blood splattered on your thick rings. But nothing else seemed out of place on your person.
Movement caught Eddie's attention and he looked away from both of his classmates. The front office lady was pointing down the hall, phone still held up to her ear. She was ordering him away, demanding that he stop soliciting and go to class. Eddie obeyed, continuing on his way to his first period.
During the morning, you weren't in Eddie's shared chemistry or math class. He presumed you were still being punished for getting in a fight with Hawkins' golden basketball player. But you did pop up during lunch, walking in with Jane Hopper glued to your side, and a line of yapping sheep (his sheep, mind you) following you both.
Eddie watched as you conversed with the children for a couple minutes before the boys broke away from the group and you, Max, and Jane made your way to a separate lunch table. The boys were a group of chittering chickadees as they settled into their unassigned-assigned seats at Eddie's table. The metalhead watched the boys before speaking up.
"What was that about?"
Mike spoke up first, "Y/n beat up Jason Carver this morning!"
Before Eddie could press for more information Dustin added, "Cause he was being like a super dick to Jane, you know Jane? And, y'know, that hurt Jane's feelings and Y/n heard and totally came over and stood up for Jane! And Jason one hundred percent threw the first punch. So, Y/n just defended herself!!"
"Yeah, whatever she did to Jason does not fall under 'self defense'," Lucas cut in.
"Yeah yeah! Whatever!" Dustin waved him off. "But it was totally badass to see Y/n kick his ass anyway!"
Eddie looked at the older guys, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. They seemed intrigued by Y/n as well, as they've never heard nor really paid attention to her all that much after she rejected their proposal on joining Hellfire. The guys all shrugged, and Eddie barely listened as the kiddos continued debating on whether your actions fall under self defense or not. Self defense or not, Eddie thought you were totally metal, times two, for standing up to Carver.
During the last class period, Eddie shared english with you, and he was giddy with excitement and hoped you wouldn't be too grumpy from this morning to talk to him. And thank god his assigned seat was right next to you.
He plopped down in the plastic seat, practically dropping his metal lunchbox on his desk. He sat sideways, facing you with shiny eyes. The boy awaited for you to notice him so he could ask like a million questions about what happened.
You do notice him, turning your head to look at the excited puppy sitting next to you. It hurts a bit to turn your head, maybe cause Jason managed to get one punch in before you gave him a bloody nose.
Eddie lights up more when you two make eye contact, “Man! You must’ve really knocked him on his ass!! I mean,” Eddie paused for a moment. “I haven’t seen him all day! Jason really must be butthurt!”
You nodded, turning your body so the strain on your neck wasn’t too bad, “He got a few in on me though.”
“But that was like totally metal though!” Eddie praised. “He came out all bloody and shit, and you’re fine!”
“Yeah, but my hands hurt a bit,” You shake your hand limply from side to side. “Guess that’s what I get for picking a fight with a basketball player.”
“Yeah true,” Eddie shrugged, leaning back in his seat once Mrs. O’Donnell walked in. “I’ve been in that boat a few times. But I know Jane’s happy to have an upperclassman on her side in this godforsaken school.”
You nod, eyeing the teacher, who glares back. Mrs. O’Donnell’s obviously heard the news and it looks like you’ve been adding to her mental list of trouble makers.
O’Donnell starts class as soon as she sets her cup of afternoon coffee down. She paces the front of class, as if antsy for the class to end.
You don’t really pay attention, not in the mood today after this morning’s fiasco. Eddie don’t pay attention either, too busy stealing glances at you and planning the next steps in his campaign, but mostly stealing glances at you.
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Mystery Date
Summary: ? X gn!reader. The prefect is dating someone, and Ace and Deuce have to get to the bottom of it.
"The prefect is dating someone, and not telling us."
"What!"
"See! That's the reaction I've been looking for!" Ace said. "Jack told me to mind my own business, Epel told me I was being stupid, and Sebek couldn't care less. You're the only one who has reacted rationally!"
"This is horrible!" Deuce exclaimed.
"That's the spirit! But I've got a plan!" Ace assured him. "They're supposed to meet up with him at seven tonight."
"But I had plans with them at seven!"
Ace patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Sorry buddy, they're standing you up for some boy toy that they feel like they can't tell us about. But that's where we come in! There must be a reason they can't tell us about him right? And we're the only family they have in this world, so we gotta stand up for them, right?"
. ….
It was now 7:15. Deuce and Ace were hiding in the bushes at Ramshackle, watching you sit on the porch. You were all dolled up, and waiting for your date to arrive.
"I don't understand! Their date was supposed to be here at 7 sharp." Ace whispered to Deuce.
Suddenly, Deuce had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Um, Ace?"
"How can he stand them up like this?"
"Ace…"
"Oh look, I bet they're calling him right now."
Deuce looked over at you. You had indeed pulled out your phone to make a call. He winced as his phone rang. Ace stared at him, confused, as he picked up.
"Hey babe, are you alright? Did something happen?"
Ace's jaw dropped in shock.
"Sorry, Y/N," Deuce responded in a quiet tone so that you wouldn't hear him from his hiding spot. "Something came up with Ace, and I forgot to cancel our date."
"Okay," you sounded so worried, Deuce felt bad. "Well if there's anything I can do to help…."
"No it's alright, I'll see you later chickadee."
"Chickadee?" Ace mouthed in mild disgust and total confusion.
"Love you!" You said then hung up. You sighed and walked back into Ramshackle.
Ace immediately punched Deuce's shoulder.
"Dude! You're the boyfriend? Why didn't you just say that?"
"I thought you were talking about someone else, and maybe Y/N was cheating on me!"
"Chickadee? What are you, a 90 year old?"
"Shut up, Ace. You're just jealous cause you're single and I'm not."
"Why didn't you two tell me?" Ace was losing it now.
"Cause we knew you'd freak out!"
"I'M NOT FREAKING OUT!"
And that's how you found your boyfriend and your shared best friend wrestling in the bushes outside of your dorm.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#adeuce#deuce spade#ace trapolla#deuce spade x reader
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Personality Ratings Of The Birds That Visit My Bird Feeders
I have the beginnings of a little bird/pollinator garden outside of my bedroom window. It's nothing to show off yet, but I have a pretty big variety of regulars. And, like any bartender, I've come to silently judge them all from afar. Here are my ratings of my local Seed Bastards:
Dark-Eyed Junco:
Bastard Rating: 4/10 They take no shit and don't mind continuing to eat within about 10' of me when I'm actively working outside. Mostly bogart the feeders through numbers rather than actual bastardy. They go berserk for sunflower seeds and shelled peanuts. Don't scare easy but also aren't terribly interested in getting into it with the other birds.
House Finch:
Bastard Rating: 7/10 Refuses to share feeders. Chases other birds except their wives from the feeders, and will fully "nest" on tray feeders so their fat asses block the other birds from getting any from the feeder. I vaguely suspect they're racist toward the other birds because they'll only allow other house finches to eat from the feeders they're squatting in. At the same time, I've seen males feeding other males. Possible problematic queer icons. More review needed.
Chestnut-Backed Chickadee:
Bastard Rating: 5/10 Too tiny to really pose much of a territorial issue, but kinda remind me of flying chihuahuas. They mind their own business when they can, but will not hesitate to throw hands with other birds over either the sunflower feeder or suet cake. Generally don't hold grudges and stay in their lanes, until it comes to suet cakes.
Golden-Crowned Sparrow:
Bastard Rating: 2/10 Hang out in pretty big numbers, but otherwise mind their own business and eat when the other birds aren't taking up the feeders. They prefer the ground feeders. They're generally pretty chill. Their only true crimes are their systematic massacres of my supplies of black oil sunflower seeds.
Varied Thrush:
Bastard Rating: 0/10 Competes with Spotted Towhees in terms of raw cunt-serving power, both my cat and I get all kinds of tingly when this thot shows up. Yeah, he knows you're staring. He knows how good he looks. He's the flashiest bitch on the block. Robins? Dowdy Catholic school kids. Goldfinches? All color, no drama. This magnificent slut is here to slay.
Spotted Towhee:
Bastard Rating: 4/10 The hot goth vampire kid in high school you're 99% has their own OF account. Professionally Round. Uses his phat ass to own the runway (and my feeders) next to his frumpy competition. Is secretly a complete nerd. Basically if Laszlo Cravensworth was a bird.
Pine Siskin:
Bastard Rating: 9/10 This barely-there wannabe-goldfinch would apply lube to the bottom of your heels on Drag Night. The Heelies of the bird world; never truly cool but grasping at any legitimacy he can get. Nobody appreciates plagiarism. And ugh, he couldn't even be bothered to finish blending. What a rank slag. Get off my stage and learn how to work, bitch.
Black-Capped Chickadee:
Bastard Rating: 11/10 DO NOT BE DECEIVED BY THEIR ROUND CUTENESS. These little fuckers are the gangbangers of the forest. Subsist on raw suet cake and spite. They're consistently possessed with the rage of a lust-addled Klingon woman. What the fuck are you doing at their suet cake? God help you, if you're at their suet cake, they will c u t y o u.
Song Sparrow:
Bastard Rating: -1/10 Babygirl. Precious. Just wants to sit on the edge of the gutters or the top of the feeders and make it as independent folk singers. Probably resort to posting hole from time to time to make end's meet. Always eat last because it's all love, my brothers in Christ.
Anna's Hummingbird:
Bastard Rating: 9/10 While they may have cool optical illusions when it comes to their holographic feathers, they verbally abuse me every time I refill the feeder and it hurts my feelings :(
Rufous Hummingbird:
Bastard Rating: 1/10 Shy bois. They stay out of the way until they're sure I've gone back inside before they'll visit the feeders. Generally loners.
Ruby-Throated Hummingbird:
Bastard Rating: 3/10 Generally the It Girls of the bird world. You know your garden is officially making it when these start showing up. They know they're the most popular but generally try to stay grounded about it. Will sometimes hang out and chat while the hummingbird feeder is being refilled. Used to scare me as a kid because my sister convinced me they'd try to stab their beaks into acne spots. While untrue, they don't have much of a sense of personal space.
Mourning Dove:
Bastard Rating: 1/10 Generally only bother the other birds because they're fat and eat in groups big enough to make it hard for the other birds to get at the seed on the ground. Sing beautifully. Makes Hatoful Boyfriend kind of make sense. Ngl kinda wanna befriend one. Confuse me a little bit whenever I see them because I live in a swamp and didn't expect to find any doves out here.
Stellar's goddamned Jay:
Bastard Rating: WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?!/FUCK I KNOW THE SUNFLOWER DISPENSER JIGGLES WHEN YOU TRY TO FLY YOUR FAT ASS INTO IT. NO, I CANNOT MAKE THE FEEDER POLE STOP WIGGLING WHEN YOU PARK YOUR WIDE LOAD ON TOP OF IT. GDI I BOUGHT PEANUTS FOR YOU. STOP IMITATING A SHRIEKING HAWK TO SCARE AWAY THE OTHER BIRDS AND LEARN TO SHARE YOU ABSOLUTE TWAT.
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{Good Times Roll, The Cars}
Program: Eddie is the type of boyfriend who will do absolutely everything for you in order to make you happy. But he's also a little shit who can't get enough of you.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Couple of swears, Eddie oogles reader, cheeky bum grab, lil make out if you can even call it that, Pet name (dove)
Length: 1137w
Counselor Notes: I hiked St. Sauveur in Acadia! Eddie would definitely grab your bum when he gets comfy with you in a relationship, and I couldn't stop thinking about that. Pictures below :)
Patches of hot sunlight break through the tree canopy and bake the bed of sheetrock. A concerto of Chickadees features a Mourning Dove’s solo. Twigs snap from little critters dashing to their homes and underneath your stumbling feet.
“Are you sure this is the right way, Eddie?” you pant. Beads of sweat trail down your temple and trickle onto your tongue leaving a salty taste.
“Course I do! I told you that I would handle planning this vacation,” he calls back in confidence. Eddie’s figure always somewhere in your line of sight.
An amused chuckle pushes past your dry lips while watching your boyfriend dancing between trees. This whole hike, Eddie wouldn’t share your target location, but his excitement bounces as he skips over roots and quickly scales boulder formations. He looks so at home in the lush pine forest, your woodland prince.
Turning to face you and shielding her eyes, Eddie’s throat dries at the sight of your glowing figure. Unabashedly, his eyes trail down your body following the droplets of sweat glide across your skin. He wets his lips and bites his tongue. Lost in his thoughts, Eddie can’t help but let his mind wander. How you would react if he stole a little taste.
The sudden sound of a cleared throat startles him out of his daze. His heart racing and slightly flushed, Eddie’s slightly guilty eyes meet your teasing gaze. Chuckling, he presses an apologetic peck to your cheek while uncomfortably adjusting the cooler backpack strap.
“Just up these rocks and we’re there. How about I help you up?” Eddie winks. A dramatic flourish of his arms and bow invites you to take the lead.
“Why do I get the sense that you’re up to no good, Munson,” you mumble, keeping a wary eye on him.
Eddie gasps, “How dare you question my integrity?”
“Oh, very easily,” you throw back while grasping onto the first notch in the rock, “Need I remind you of the PDA ban instilled back in Hawkins?” A searing heat hits your ankle from the jarring angle it twists.
“I don’t get the big deal,” Eddie’ voice much closer than a second ago. “If I want to show my love and affection, I should be able to. Not my fault Harrington’s hurt that he can only look but not touch”. His hands firmly grasp the back of your thigh when he notices your ankle jerk from the loose rock.
You snap your head to look back at him shooting a suspicious stare. “The hell about Steve? And, careful with those,” you warn.
A mischievous spirit hums through Eddie as he responds with his sweetheart smile, “Get your mind out of the gutter and get climbing, dove”.
Slowly turning away from Eddie’s foux-innocent look, you refocus on the boulders blocking your way.
Before you can even move your hand, two quick squeezes to your bum shoot a surprised jolt through you. A tiny squeal squeaks itself free from your lips. Whipping your head around to peer at Eddie’s crouched form, hunched in uncontrollable laughter. “You little shit,” you hiss, “This is exactly why that ban is in place around our friends!” Giggles soon tickle your chest and betray your serious glower, “Telling me to get my mind out of the gutter when you steal cheeky grabs and pulling me into closets”.
“I’m sorry,” he wheezes and raises his hands in mock surrender, “Fuck, I’m sorry”. Eddie tries to catch his breath and provide some relief to his burning lungs. Tears stream down his face mixing with sweat as he wipes his eye, “But I’m really not. I’m obsessed with you, dove. Just want to keep you in my arms all day”.
“Your sweet words reek with testosterone,” you shake your head and pull yourself further up the boulder. Fingertips searing with pain from holding onto the ledge for so long. Your knees wobble in relief from the release of pressure. So close, nearly there.
“There you go, dove. Just a little further, and then you’ll see why I suggested this hell trail,” Eddie pushes your leg up and over the top. Giddiness bubbles inside him as you reach the summit. All the late nights planning. The little bickers loading the car. All worth it for your happiness.
Awes washes over you, head to toe, while you take in the mountain top view. “Holy shit, Eddie,” you breathe out. You watch the tiny sailboats float on top of the vass ocean harbor with little wakes trailing after the motorboats. The tall pine trees frame the scenic picture and share their well hidden secret.
An arm wraps itself around your waist, a welcoming warmth tingles through you as Eddie pulls you close. His other hand presses a cool can of beer to the back of your neck. “I was really hoping you would like it after all the death valleys and ass cliff climbs we did to get here,” he mumbles into your hair. “Told ya, I knew where I was leading us,” he jokes with a final kiss to your crown. Taking your hand, Eddie walks over to the cliff side, and he shrugs off the cooler and grabs a beer for himself, putting it off to the side. With cautious ease, seats himself on the ledge and safely guides you to join his side.
As one arm secures you to his side, the other reaches for his beer. The crack of metal and hiss of carbonation already make it feel as if the temperature has dropped a few degrees. “To our first couple’s vacation,” Eddie cheers.
“And to many more to come,” you promise, clinking your can against his. Your shared laughter mixes with the refreshing reward of cheap beer.
Stealing a kiss, the savory taste of beer and his tender touch make you dizzy. Nipping at his lip, the vibration and sound of his groans cause your heart to race. You press yourself further into his embrace and relish in how he so easily pulls you closer. Pulling away, you press rapid pecks to his smiling lips. “Thank you, honey. This is amazing,” you lean your head on his shoulder, feeling how heavy his breath has slightly become.
“Anything for you, you know that,” Eddie takes another sip of beer trying to wash away the growing need beginning to burn in his stomach.
A lone drop of beer dangles from the corner of his mouth that catches your attention from the corner of your eye. As you press yourself even closer, you feel Eddie’s breath hitch. Licking away the teasing, amber droplet, you laugh darkly from how still Eddie’s become. You settle back into his hold and take in the gorgeous view while Eddie tries to remember how to function once more.
The PDA ban wasn’t just Eddie’s fault.
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A good friend of mine @spectrum-spectre had a plot bunny and I had to write a lil sumthin
If it was anyone else, Steve would've questioned why they were going all the way to New Jersey for an amusement park. But he figured Eddie had his reasons. Maybe he wanted some distance. Or maybe there was some sort of nerd lore with the park or something in the area. Either way....
"It was really nice of you to plan out this whole getaway", Steve said. "And responsible....Who are you and what have you done with my man-child bitch of a boyfriend?"
"Careful, I might revert back to my bitchiness and leave you in this hotel room."
"I'm just saying, I don't see this side of you often. This side that makes plans and takes care of things."
Eddie looked to his Stevie, who was lounging on the mattress of a less-than-luxurious hotel bed. "You'd know if you ever let me be your dungeon master." He kneeled onto the bed, hovering above Steve. "You like when I take care of you?"
Steve nodded. "Yeah."
Eddie leaned in for a little mornin' love when someone knocked on their door.
"Dudes, let's go. You had time to christen your honeymoon suite last night", Argyle said from the other side of the door.
"He's right." Steve had mercy and gave him a quick peck before pushing him off.
Summer of 87 and Eddie had taken it upon himself to plan a short vacation for him, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle. A no chicks or kids holiday. A few dissenting voices complained, but here they were. No responsibilities other than themselves.
They arrived to the park and Eddie was practically buzzing as they got in the moving line to get in to Action Park. Now that was the boyfriend Steve knew.
"Ohhh, it's this park. Interesting choice dude", Argyle said.
"Why?", Jonathan asked.
"You didn't hear? Like a bunch of people have died here, man."
Steve's eyes slid over to Eddie. He was about to ask if he knew about this but already knew the answer. Knew his boyfriend was already intimately familiar with the morbid details.
"Stevie, before you say anything, this is to celebrate our survival-"
Steve cut him off with just a raised brow. "By coming to a park where people have died? Explain that logic."
"We're just doing the waterpark today, right?", Jonathan clarified. "How bad could it be?"
They got inside and Steve watched in horror as Eddie jumped off a 20 foot cliff with multiple other people and a single, slightly frazzled lifeguard on duty.
"Five jumps is enough", Steve pulled Eddie out of the water, determined to get him somewhere with a bit more supervision.
The four of them went to the wave pool, which Steve had a fine time with. Until he saw Eddie's head go under one too many times and he was reminded of Lover's Lake and dragged him out of that too.
"Steve, you don't need to smother me. I'm not one of your lil chickadees."
"No, you're just gonna be my chicken kabob when you get skewered on a ride."
"You guys are making me hungry", Argyle said.
"One more thing, then lunch?", Eddie suggested.
Eddie led the group over to something that made Steve's heart stop right in its tracks. Even Jonathan had sobered up enough to give it a quizzical look.
"Is that a water slide....with a loop?"
"Nope! Nope, no way. No way you're breaking your back on that thing", Steve started to push Eddie away.
"I'm not gonna break my back", Eddie rolled his eyes.
Argyle nodded sagely. "Ride like that is more likely to take your head off. Or get you stuck."
"I rest my case", Steve said.
Eddie pouted but allowed himself to be pulled along. He'd just have to do something more convincing than puppy dog eyes. Meanwhile, Steve tried to keep Eddie occupied with the other, seemingly less dangerous attractions, trying not to get a heart attack any time something seemed off.
At least it was normal kind of off and not Upside Down type. Eventually, Steve knew what he had to do to get Eddie's mind off that death trap of a ride known as Cannonball Loop.
It took very little persuasion to lead Eddie away from Jonathan and Argyle. It took even less convincing to get him into an Employees Only area. And it took nothing to get him on board once he removed his wet t-shirt.
When they finished, Eddie was properly dazed and distracted. They met back up with the others, one now much tanner than when they'd left, all parked out for the day.
Eddie gave a wistful sigh as they walked out of the park. "I guess I should be happy I have someone who cares soooo much about my wellbeing."
"You're damn right", Steve grinned.
Argyle put an arm around Steve and Jonathan's shoulders on the way to the rental car. "This was a perfectly packaged day, my friends. Sun, water, corndogs, a bit of danger. Somebody got laid."
"Wait, what?", Jonathan choked out.
"That's where they went while you were nappin'", Argyle jerked his head towards Eddie and Steve.
"How can you nap in an amusement park?", Eddie cackled as he unlocked the car.
Jonathan shrugged. "I'm just lucky Argyle put the lotion on me before I conked out."
Eddie started the car before a realization came to him and his head whipped to Steve. "You told Argyle what we were doing?"
"Always let people know your whereabouts", Steve said.
"We gotta bring the kiddos some time", Argyle said.
"Not in this lifetime, Cali", Steve pointed a very stern finger at him. It was hard enough corralling Eddie. He couldn't imagine having to deal with the kids too. Never mind the thrill junkie Max, or the always experimental Dustin. All of them were just different enough to pull in different directions and drive him insane.
"Maybe Disneyland, then", Eddie suggested. "We've got plenty of government hush money left. And there's this one ride-"
"I'm gonna take a page out of Nancy's book and actually do some research before I let you plan the next trip", Steve decided.
#apo writes#stranger things#steddie#jargyle#on the side#i get all my research like other intellectuals#from defunctland
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No, I’m Not Leaving🪶
Keigo Takami x GN! Reader
Hi everyone! Here’s the result from the poll! I think I may have gone a bit off from my own prompt but it should be okay. There is reference to a recent Hawks post I made in this!
Warning: maybe an implication of sex(depends on how you take it), swearing
Spoiler but warning?: Hawks does almost get forced into a relationship with a woman. So if that’s triggering, I wouldn’t read
“We just think you should display more affection to your fans. Like you did 3 years ago.”
Hawks paused, thoughts twirled in his mind as he tried his hardest to understand what was being asked. They didn’t mean the flirty way he acted before he started to date you? Right? But the way you looked at him, soft eyes filled with concern only clarified his thoughts…The phone, which was on speaker, kept going.
“Like before you found it”
“Ha I’m sorry wanna remind me what it is? Because Endeavor isn't here.” Hawks joked, but tension lay in his eyebrows. Your hand reached over to his, squeezing his fingers in your palm. This wasn't going to go well…. Anyone could see it.
“Your ‘chickadee’, is what we mean Hawks. They’re becoming a problem.” Hawks tensed slightly and you could sense the shift in his feathers. Things that usually were overlooked by the public, but not you. You could see the slight change in his eyes. How they oh so subtly became sharper. More pointed and slanted.
“I don’t see a problem with them. Quite far from it actually.”
“They’ve changed you, you don’t act the same!” They were guilt-tripping him- trying to at least.
“Yeah for the better.”
“You don’t interact with fans the same-“
“You mean I don’t flirt constantly? I think if I did my image would take a heavy toll considering almost everyone in Japan knows I’m in a committed relationship.”
It took a while to get to his current behaviors, IE his current level of flirty-ness. He couldn’t go cold turkey with his flirty ways, it would be suspicious. And thankfully, you understood that. You actually told him it would be smarter to ease off slowly so it wouldn’t be to noticeable. That being said, it did still make moments in those past years tense, when a fan would get too handsy at the ‘Single’ and ‘Eligible’ Hero. But Keigo always made sure afterward to show you you’re his one and only.
But when word broke a year and a half in, shit got crazy. Some fan excepted it and others revolted. They hadn’t even seen your face, just you in a giant coat walking with the pro hero on a fall day. Your finger intertwined. The commission tried to persuade him and subtly weaken your relationship. In one instance they sent him on a 5-month mission with minimal contact. But you were still here.
There was silence over the phone.
“They don’t look right with your image.” Of fucking course. “ They look shabby! And they’re not even a hero, far from it, they’re a civilian.” Hawk's fingers weaved into yours, squeezing them tight, trying to ground himself. “Need I remind you you aren't supposed to even be dating? You have one person on your arm for the main hero event and that’s it.” There was a pause, “but since you feel so inclined to need a relationship-“ You let a silent hiss of anger leave your lips at the audacity. “we’ve contacted the agency in America, and they’re sending over one of their top heroes for you. Her name is Moon Light and she’s a lot fitter-“
“No”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said no.”
Moon Light: some stuck-up hero he met once during a recruiting event. Her image evolved around money and fame. Yeah, she was pretty-  gorgeous really, and she was fit. But she was a hero so it was expected. She trained to endure the worst and be the best. But fuck that, you were the best. Your beauty topped hers. Your kindness and honesty could drown the little bit of humanity that woman had.
“I’m not leaving them for her”
“Hawks I don’t think you realize that you don’t have a choice.”
“No, I do.” You stared at Keigo, your mouth agape. He hadn’t ever used the tone of voice before, at least not in front of you and especially not when talking to the commission. “Because I’ll make my relationship TRUELY public if I have to. And I’ll have fans support it to a point of god-like status.” You heard a sharp inhale on the other line.
You’re eyes scanned his, there was no hint of a lie. You may just become a public figure soon. And that’s okay. At least you’d still be with him.
“Hawks-“
“And if our relationship then ‘comes apart’ due to you- I will quickly bring into spotlight Miss Moon Light, And I will watch with glee as my support tanks”
“You wouldn’t”
“Trust me, they mean more to me than this.”
Silence. “We’ll get back to you… but consider our-“
“No” He hung up.
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Hi, talented author! Could you write a OS of Lexi having a nightmare and crawling into bed with her mamas for the first time and of course Lena and Kara end up a mess after consoling their daughter? Because I totally head-canon them as being the crying for every milestone moms. I love your work. Lexi has become an obsession, really. They are going to be the cutest family.
Okay, it's officially been too long since I've written toddler! Lexi because I had to go back through old fics to remember Lena's pet name for Lexi (oops). I'm going back through my prompts for inspiration so if you see something you sent me a long time ago, I'm sorry for the wait! (But better late than never?) Hope y'all enjoy! Forgot how much I love writing this family!
Nightbears
It's an odd sixth sense that one develops when you've been the victim of too many assassination attempts. A sort of constant awareness, (well, fear, really), that's always on alert, even when Lena is asleep. Amazing what having a homicidal brother could do for your reflexes.
At one time, Lena would have called it a useful talent, because it had indeed saved her life on several occasions. Now, however - with Lex in jail and her security systems being top of the line; and you know, sleeping next to an actual super hero - now it was mostly annoying.
There were a lot of false alarms - like when she thought the chef at Kara's favorite hibachi place was trying to poison her but it turned out the "special ingredient" was just hoisin sauce.
Or it could be helpful but misleading; like when she thought the person hiding in the bushes to take pictures of her was a contract killer but it turns out they were just trying to get footage of Lena and Kara making out for a tabloid.
One such consequence was that she could just feel when someone was watching her.
It was unsettling really.
And mostly unnecessary.
She usually ignored the feeling to be honest.
But sometimes, sometimes the feeling was just too creepy to pass off.
Like when it woke her up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night in her and Kara's penthouse National City apartment.
She kept her eyes closed at first, using the guise of sleeping to take in the sounds around her - Kara's soft snoring, the air conditioner, the soft sloshing of waves from the sound machine in Lexi's room -
"Mama."
Compared to the other sounds, the harsh whisper in her ear is loud and grating; and the breath on her face sets every one of Lena's internal emergency alert detectors off.
Her heart immediately starts racing and her eyes fly open to find blue eyes inches away and a tiny nose almost brushing her own.
"Holy shiitake mushrooms and fudge crackers!"
Somewhere amidst the warning bells going off, the back of her mind is pleased with her language censorship, and she makes a note to gloat to Kara - if she survives whatever sort of attack this is.
Lena jerks backwards, one hand slapping at the covers to wake Kara, and the other reaching for the bedside lamp switch and her glasses.
She feels Kara stirring behind her as she fumbles the glasses onto her face, almost taking an eye out in the process.
"Mama."
The voice is less startling this time, and Lena's heart slows with recognition as she blinks into the lamplight.
"Lexi?"
"Mama, I had a bad dream."
Lexi's dark hair is tousled straight up in a cowlick, and her glasses are askew on her troubled face, hands gripping tightly at her stuffed dog.
"Wha's goin' on?" Kara's voice rumbles behind Lena.
"You had a bad dream?" Lena asks.
Lexi nods as Kara speaks up again.
"Who had a bad dream?"
"Lexi had a bad dream." Lena blinks slowly, the excitement of the moment quickly fading into sleepiness.
"Lexi?" Kara repeats.
"Mommy, there was bears chasing us."
"This is what happens when you let her watch nature documentaries before bed." Kara grumbles into Lena's shoulder.
"Mama, can I sleep with you?"
"Mmm, of course; come on up, Chickadee.
Lena's eyes open just enough to reach out a hand and tug the little girl towards her. She tries to help leverage Lexi onto the bed; but despite her training with Alex, her upper body strength leaves something to be desired. That is, until Kara reaches over and grabs the back of Lexi's shirt, hauling her onto the bed between them .
Lena sets her glasses on the bedside table and turns off the light, and by the time she rolls over to face her girls, both of them are breathing deep with sleep.
Carefully, she pulls the quilt up around the three of them before settling in herself, quickly returning to her own dreamworld - thankfully one sans bears.
- - - - - - - - -
The first thing Lena notices as she wakes is that she's freezing - which is saying something considering her wife is usually a person sized space heater.
The second is the dull ache in her ribs.
She slowly props herself up on her elbows, blinking as she takes in the scene around her.
The quilt and top sheet have been kicked mostly off the bed, and the pain in her ribs is quickly determined to be due to the red socked foot jabbing into her side.
Lexi is splayed out diagonally across the middle of the king sized bed; her feet relegating Lena to a small sliver of the mattress. The hand that isn't clutching Krypto the stuffed dog is pressed against Kara's face, pinky almost in her mouth and index finger dangerously close to picking her nose.
Lena can't help but laugh at the sight. It was definitely a frightful middle of the night wake up, but she would suffer through a thousand of those jump scares to be able to wake up like this.
Once again, she pulls the quilt up to tuck them all in, barely getting settled before Lexi's foot finds its way back to her ribcage.
Despite her awkward positioning, she'll take a terrified toddler over a heavily armed hit man any day - although maybe Kara's right and she should lay off the late night nature docs; or at least the ones with bears.
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Master List Part Two
Updated 11/29/2023
***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.
<Master List Part One
Master List Part Three>
Key:
💙 = Platonic Yandere
💜 = SFW Yandere
🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)
💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion
🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)
🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking
My Hero Academia
Katsuki Bakugou:
Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here 💙
Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here Part Two 💙
Sharing is Caring Headcanons 🖤
SFW Bakugou Sharing Headcanons 💜
Dirty Mouth 💙
Yandere Drunk Bakugou (NSFW) 🖤
Hole in the Wall 🖤
Daily Reminder #1 🖤
EAT, DAMNIT! 🖤
The Barbarian King and His Queen 🖤
The Ultimatum 🖤
Keigo Takami:
Daily Reminder #1 💜
Baby Bird Part Two 💙
Come on Out, Chickadee 💜
Helplessly Trapped 💜
Eijiro Kirishima:
Yandere Big Brother Kirishima Headcanons 💙
A Night Out 💜
Dabi:
Your Big Brother is Here 💙
My Big Brother, My Hero 💙
Gentle Dabi Headcanons 💜
Playing with Fire 💙
Death, Sweet Death 🖤
Reaching into the Fire 💙
You’re Pissing Me Off 🖤
Body Mods 🖤
Tamaki Amajiki:
Daily Reminder #1 🖤
Shoto Todoroki:
Daily Reminder #1 🖤
Daily Reminder #2 💙
Skin and Bones 💜
Izuku Midoriya:
You’re My Everything 🖤
Shigaraki Tomura:
Yandere Shigaraki Headcanons 💜
Stockholm with Shiggy HCs 💜
Shouta Aizawa:
A Stressful Punishment 🖤
Kai Chisaki:
The Infection 🖤
Big Brother Overhaul Headcanons 💙
Overhaul HCs 🖤
Hitoshi Shinso:
Mind Jack’s Late Night Catch 💜
TodoBakuDeku:
Don’t Get Your Hopes Up 💜
Dabi!Hawks:
A Little Tied Up Right Now 🖤
Guardian Angel 🖤
EraserMic:
Dating Rules 💙
Platonic Yan!Dads EraserMic Drabbles 💙
KiriBaku:
Tag Team (NSFW) 🖤
Naruto Shippuden
Kakashi Hatake:
What Happened to Your Tag? Part Two 💜
Mud Puddles Aren’t Fun 🖤
His Little Leaf 💙
Horny Blurb 🖤
Itachi Uchiha:
Difficult Times Call for Drastic Measures 💜
Shikamaru Nara:
You Have Friends? 💜
Sasuke Uchiha:
Yandere Sasuke Pregnancy Headcanons 🖤
My Dearest Friend 💙
Naruto Uzumaki:
Daily Reminder #1 💜
Kurama:
Yandere NSFW Alphabet: Kurama (Pre & Post Redemption) 🖤
Multiple Characters:
Punishment no Jutsu 🖤
Yan!Rock Lee & Yan!Shikamaru Nara + Chubby Reader Headcanons 🖤
Yandere Team 7 💙 & 🖤
Attack on Titan
Levi Ackerman:
The Favorite 🖤
Promise Me (AU of A Tonic for Jealousy) 🖤
If the Boot Fits 🖤
A Good Cadet Follows Orders 🖤
The Captain and the Duchess Part Two 🖤
Platonic Yan!Dad Levi Headcanons 🩵
Daily Reminder #1 🖤
Best Husband Ever 🖤
My Stone Cold Husband 🖤
The Captain and the Duchess Part Three 🖤
Levi x Broken Reader Headcanons 💜
Midnight Walks 🖤
A Good Cadet Follows Orders Part Two 🖤
That Fateful Night 🖤
Little Pet (Prequel to The Favorite) 🖤
Runaway Soldier 🖤
A Rough Punishment 🖤
A Token of Appreciation 🖤
Safe Word Denial HCs 🖤
You Look Handsome Today 🖤
The Proud Marleyan Soldier 🖤
A Happy Little Family 💜&💙🩵
Years Later… 💜
Big Brother is in Charge 🩵
Be Quiet 🖤
Easy Way or Hard Way 🖤
Where Rebellion Leads You 🖤
Armin Arlert:
The Art of Manipulation 💜
Erwin & Levi:
Working Together 🖤
Fairy Tail
Natsu Dragneel:
Parties and Punishments 💙
Period Pains Headcanons 💜
Daily Reminder #1 💜
Happy:
Daily Reminder #1 💜
Demon Slayer
Muzan Kibutsuji:
To Obey, to Service, and to Kneel 🖤
Horny Blurb 🖤
Giyu Tomioka:
The Choice 💜
True Adoration 🖤
Inosuke Hashibira:
Yandere Inosuke Headcanons 🖤
Sanemi Shinazugawa:
Daily Reminder #1 💜
Tengen Uzui:
Daily Reminder #1 🖤
Tanjiro Kamado:
Tanjiro Big Brother Headcanons 💙🩵
#yandere#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x darling#triggering themes#triggering content#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#naruto#naruto shippuden#attack on titan#fairy tail
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Day two - ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ’ꜱ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ: ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ; ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ❤︎
List prompts <3 ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ❤︎ , ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ★?
Pro hero hawks chooses : ❤︎
Warning! : Grammar errors, Not proofread,
A/n: hello 👋 sooo I’m late 😭 pt2 was supposed to be yesterday update, but it’s okay, I suppose I’ll be uploading two specials today, the other might be short though 🥺, I hope that’s okay 🙌
[February 13, 2023 __ 2:45 AM ]
It was yet another day for the number two hero, Hawks. He was currently patrolling certain areas in Japan and to be specific; a small café.
There, in the little warm and cozy café; worked an employee that was just the sweetest and certainly the sassiest of employees around.
She was certainly serving an excited customer, as the said customer happily ate their snack in peace. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to visit.’ Hawks thought and processed to fly down to the door.
You went to your next consumer, “Hello sir and madam, what can I get for you today?” You kindly smiled, with your notepads in hand; ready to order.
They ordered two drinks and their snacks for the day. You hummed and smiled as you took their orders, “Alrighty then, I’ll be back with your orders.”
As you went back to the kitchen, you hadn’t noticed a certain red feather smoothly following after you; it neatly placed itself on your hair bun. Making it look sort of stylish. “Here are orders madam and mister, I hope you enjoy!” You, softy, place their drinks and snacks on the table-
“Uh, Ms… (Ln), you have something on your hair,” The woman points towards your hair. You pat your hair embarrassedly, thinking you had bedhead, and forgot to brush it down. To your surprise, you pat a certain soft… feather?
It was red-wait. A red feather, you looked at your surroundings and spotted a certain red-winged hero. He was happily minding his own business, until he looked towards you and waved his gloved hand, with an ever-so-charming smile.
His smile slowly turned into a smirk, as he leaned into the palm of his hand. You were confused until slowly felt his feather slithering down to your neck.
‘What’s going on??!!’
You apologize to the couple and excused yourself, not before asking your co-workers to take your place. You looked towards Hawks, questionably glaring at him. You walked to the kitchen and towards the back of the alley door.
“Hey, kido! I see your on break now, how bout we go on a date now; what do you say?” Hawks suddenly appear. He smirks; thinking he’s got you; although, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“Hawks! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be patrolling with your sidekicks. Not goofing off!” You sighed in utter disbelief, although; it warmed your heart. He flew across Japan, just to see you.
“But I wanted to see my chickadee first! My little ray of hope, my baby bird!” You chuckled, flattered at his compliments. That Includes, him wanting to see you again. It felt nice being thought of,
“Okay, okay, but couldn’t you do it after I get out of work.” You sigh, shaking your head.
“Of course,” Hawks replies. You smiled kindly, “Okay thank you, honey, I appreciate It-“
“Not,” You rolled your eyes at your ‘charming’ boyfriend; and just prosed to turn back, walking towards the door. Well tried to at least, you felt a hand taking hold of your wrist; softy backing you up to the building wall. “Hawks! Be careful, someone might see-“
“Then let them see songbird,” Hawks sternly states, but there was still a gentleness in his tone. You could have even mistaken it for a desperate  plea if you heard close enough.
You were aware of how desperate; Hawks wanted to announce his relationship status, with you. Even though he was smart enough to know that, it’ll only endanger both you and him. You, because of possibly being a target, and him; having you as his weakness.
“Don’t worry songbird, when you're ready to announce; I’ll be here. I’ll wait for you, I’ll hold you as close as I possibly can.” He kisses the top of your head; as he softly smoothes out your hair. Even though he so desperately wants to embrace your small figure, he couldn’t risk the possibility of being found out.
“And I’ll be here, to comfort you when you need me. My silly bird brain.” He chuckles at his given nickname.
“I’ll be waiting Dove.”
[February 14, 2023 __ 3:23 AM ]
You woke to a gentle feeling in the back of your neck. It was light and soft against it, but it was also ticklish as it went down to your side.
You sleepily smile, eyes closed; soon you felt that same soft feeling on your back. You turned your head, only to be met with a cute red feather. The said red feather; flew towards your face and gently caresses your cheek.
You giggled, “Good morning my love,” you greeted, knowing Hawks can hear your greeting through the feather. The feather tickles your skin and letting out a soft giggle, you try to chase it as it just flows away from you, although; you were met with a weird feeling beneath your toes.
You look down and saw small little rose petals, all over your little space. Your eyes trail where the petals were leading to, it was outside your door. You happily jumped in excitement, knowing what day it was.
You follow the rose petals and found an item on the floor, a box to be exact. You opened the said box and found a beautiful little charm inside. You noticed that there weren’t any other roses in front of you; you were slightly disappointed.
That was until you looked towards your side and noticed there was a certain red feather in front of your face. Oh!
“Thank you, love,” you thanked it and proceeded to continue to open the door, but the door was opened for you; it was your little lovely feather, it open it.
You were well aware of how strong Hawks feathers were in battle but, you didn’t think they were THAT strong. “Maybe I should give these little cuties more credit, for their hard work huh~” You coo as you open the door.
“You indeed should, baby bird~” you smiled up at your little cute surprise. Hawks held flowers, chocolate, and your favorite stuffed animal; with a  ribbon attached to it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Dove,” You excitedly jumped into his arms, almost knocking your gifts, but hey! no worries; his feather caught it.
“I’m guesses you like your surprise?”
“I love you!” You corrected him, he happily chirps at your excitement. You grabbed your items and thanked him for the said items. As you were about to kiss him, he stops you and told you, he held yet another surprise; although, he looked… nervous.
You happily smiled and placed your other items on a nearby table. You turned to face him and he inhaled and shakily exhaled, as he face you, with his hands on his back.
“...(Yn),” Hawks calls out, grabbing your attention,
“Hawks,” You happily smiled.
Hawks feather caresses your check softy, as some of them pushed you towards him. You giggled. “Why are you nervous baby?” You asked slightly concerned,
“Hawks-“
“(Yn),”
“Yes?” You looked at him confusedly but, waited patiently for what he had to say. Course you would, your the kind of person he needed in life; and that’s why it’s time.
“Everyday I become more sure that you’re the one,” He fiddles his thumbs nervously but continues ,nonetheless; “and of course you’re still the one, you’ll always be the one.”
You were swooned by his confession and were about to say something, but Hawks softy chuckled.
“I’m not done sweetheart,”
“Oh! I’m sorry, please; processed,” You embarrassedly place your hand on your checks, a slightly blush forming on your features.
“Ah, you know what; screw tradition,” He says as he walks towards you, he was so dame nervous to even process with what he was trying to do.
You were confused, and profoundly apologize for interrupting him, but he stoped you by pulling you into a breathtaking kiss. Then pulls away, to kiss your neck in oder to distract you….
“There,” he states, caressing your face as he twirls, and plays with you hair. You hummed confusedly, Hawks take ahold of your right hand and kisses… A DIAMOND RING!!!!
You shed happy tears, and quickly embrace him; placing kisses on his face and lips multiple times. Hawks kisses your neck softy and pulls you up to spin you around.
You noticed his feathers circling around the both of you’s, happily twirling here and there. You kisses his check once more. He coos and kisses the crown of your head,
“Happy Valentine’s Day angel bride~”
“Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. bird brain,”
#-ˏ𝕮𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘ˊˎ#(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 14 days of passion? or possession? short series• • •#hispanic reader#fluff hawks#hawks x reader#fluff#bnha x reader#reader x keigo#bnha fluff#reader x hawks#boku no hero academia#mha x reader#takami keigo#hawks x hispanic reader#keigo x reader#hawks fluff#Cupid hawks#hawks Cupid#valentines specials#mha fluff#mha hawks#bnha hawks#Cupid#keigo takami x reader#reader x keigo takami#cupid x reader#reader x Cupid#reader x cupid hawks#cupid hawks x reader#keigo Cupid
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