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boyfhee · 2 months

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박성훈 、SECRET NEVER KEPT

sunghoon likes getting detentions.

featuring ⋆ rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader, highschool au

contents ⋆ kissing, suggestive i mean you can say this went out of hand a little...sunghoon is crazy guys don't try this at school ( 0.78k )

notes ⋆ another rich boy hoon bc it's always on my mind. they should cast him in a drama and make him third gen chaebol heir idk. btw this one is for @atrirose

sunghoon’s lips curl into a subtle smile when he heard footsteps coming towards the classroom. he knows it’s you, he knows your pace, way too familiar with you to not even recognise the faint humming echoing in the hallways.

he chuckles, his smile growing wider as he pushes one of the desks aside. he shakes his head at how easily you make him smile, and you aren’t even in the room. the melody you’re humming gets a bit clearer, and he turns towards the door as you slide it open.

“detention again?” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. it’s unfathomable how giddy he looks after getting detention. “it’s pleasing to watch the mayor’s son sweeping the tiles,”

“just a little charity work for school,” he hums jokingly with a shrug, and then he looks up at you, his eyes are soft and just a tad bit crinkled at the edges and his smile is sweet as if an invitation to come and kiss him.

not a whiff of what happens at school reaches his parents because he knows his dad will have anyone who dares point fingers at him lose their job. while his mother is more inclined towards him trying to lay low and mixing into the general public, sunghoon can’t help but stand out.

he likes attention.

he likes it when people talk about him when he walks down the hallways, or when you wink at him from across the room. he liked it when you visited him when he had gotten detention for the very first time, and it’s a routine now. you stay after school for extra lessons and he hates not being able to sneak in a few kisses with you in the storage after school ends. fortunately, detention gives him the perfect excuse to stay.

“charity is nice but this—” you say, pointing at the mop and bucket, walking towards him as he carefully holds your hand so that you don’t slip over the wet tiles. “— doesn’t suit your pretty face.”

and sunghoon laughs, sitting on one of the chairs around, pulling you on his lap. your arms wrap around his shoulders out of habit, and he can’t help but swoon at the way your gaze rests on his lips for a fraction of a second before going back to his eyes. “well you win some and you lose some,”

and he doesn’t really care, honestly. with hands that are made to caress your cheeks and hold you close, he doesn’t really mind if they’re occupied with mopping the floors. just the same way he doesn’t care if his father hears about you and him. with elections ‘round the corner, he will be furious to see his dear son dating the daughter of the opposition.

but when has sunghoon ever cared about what others have to say about you?

“you know, anyone could walk in right now,” you warn quietly, although your actions are contradicting your words as you tilt your head a little, giving him an easier access as he presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of slow kisses down and then to your jaw.

he pulls away slightly, taking in the fragrance of your perfume— it’s the one he had gifted you on your birthday, and he likes how irresistible it makes you, as if you aren’t already. “the whole building’s empty,”

“the guards take rounds after school,”

“well, no one will come. and if they do,” he gently tucks your hair behind your ear, fingers drawing random patterns on your thighs, and you can feel your cheeks heat up as he slides his hand a bit further up. “we can put on a little show for them,”

“hoon—” he doesn’t let you say much, simply cutting you off with a kiss. most of the time, it doesn’t fall upon him to be the responsible one in the relationship, but you’re not any better with the way you pull him closer, fingers lost in his locks. you huff and his arms move up to your waist, and you pull him closer, kissing him deeper— a clear confirmation that you’re into this just as much as him.

and it does end up this way, most of the time. you on his lap, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck, lips together, in the empty classrooms or storage, under the staircase— sunghoon doesn’t care if someone sees. it’s least of his concerns when you’re with him. sunghoon falls first, he falls hard. everyone knows it, it has never been a secret.

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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hi!! i love your account 💖💖💖 i was thinking about a scenario where dealer!rafe tries to impress your parents/meeting them for the first time and he's trying to be tough but he's lowkey so nervous LOL!!

╰┈➤ dealer!rafe meets y/n’s parents

warnings: mentions of a gun, mentions of drug dealing, light swearing.

summary: rafe’s a little nervous meeting y/n’s parents for the first time.

“baby, you look amazing, stop stressing..” she cooed as she cupped his cheeks with her warm hands. “i know- i know, i just want to make a good impression, y’know?” he sighed, exhaling deeply as he adjusted his collar in the mirror.

“of course rafe, but they’ll love you, you don’t need to worry” she stated assuringly as she stroked the back of his buzzed head, trailing her hand down his clothed back. her forehead creased and her brows furrowed slightly as she felt a unfamiliar bulge in the back of his waistband.

lifting the back of his suit jacket, she gasped disapprovingly as she pulled out the tucked object. “seriously, you were going to bring your gun?” she huffed, exasperated as she placed it carefully in the draw of the hallway dressing table. shrugging, he turned to face her with an amused grin. “just incase..” he hummed, rounding her frame to grab the car keys.

“just incase what? incase my dad comes at you with a steak knife?” she yelled, half serious. “you never know sweetheart” he stated, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek before guiding her out the front door and to the car.

the car drive to y/n’s parents’ house was comfortably quiet as rafe rubbed circles into the exposed skin of her thigh, humming along to the tune of the radio.

“okay, we’re here. any questions?” she asked, turning to face him. his face twisted in thought as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “what did you tell them i do for work?” he queried, the thought crossing his mind last second. “you took over your fathers development company” she claimed, exiting the car as she spoke. nodding along, he followed suit. “not a complete lie i guess..” he muttered to himself.

following her to the front door, he snaked a gentle arm around her waist confidently, masking his quivering insides. “you’ll be fine baby, m’kay?” she whispered as she rapped on the door with her knuckles. humming in response, his eyes flitted between her and the figures closing in on them behind the glass of the door.

“oh my little love! we missed you sweetie!” y/n’s mother cooed as her father stood tall behind the smaller woman, smiling at the pair. “i missed you too momma!” y/n grinned, wrapping her arms around her mom as she smiled at her father.

y/n’s mother stepped closer to rafe as her daughter passed by to hug her dad. “you must be the infamous rafe! we’ve heard so much about you, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” the woman beamed, quickly engulfing rafe in a gentle hug, to which he returned. “it’s great to meet you too miss y/l/n, it’s been a long time coming..” he smiled charmingly.

y/n watched the interaction in delight as she cuddled into her fathers side. “so you’re the one who’s stolen my little girl away from me?” the man spoke gruffly, a playful tone sneaking through his contrasting words. “my apologies sir, i just can’t bare to part with her” rafe joked, playing into his words.

the two men shook hands while y/n’s mother guided her through to the sitting room, offering her a drink. y/n’s features couldn’t contain the ear to ear grin breaking through, so much more in love with the man.

she was quickly followed by rafe as her parents disappeared to the kitchen, fetching drinks and continuing the preparation of the nights meal. “okay, so your dad doesn’t hate me..” he breathed in relief as he stepped closer. “i told you! he just wants to see me happy, and you seem to do a good enough job” she teased, planting a gentle kiss to his lips.

“are you saying i could do better?” he gasped, feigning offence as he pulled away from her. “just teasing baby, you make me the happiest girl alive, and they know it too..”

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h0nology · 11 months

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For The Cameras

You have a crush on Pedro but he’s already taken…apparently

warnings: slightly shy reader, jealousy, cussing, talk of body image, kissing, slight bullying, implied smut minors dni

You were Pedro’s new assistant, how that happened, you really didn’t know. It was such a fast process, and now here you are, attending an award show with him. You guys arrived at the hotel earlier that morning and it’s been chaos ever since, you we’re running around like a chicken with your head cut off the entire day trying to make sure everything was in place.

“Tie or no tie?” Pedro asked everyone in the room, everybody responding with tie, but your mouth twisted at the sight of the purple tie with his suit.

“It adds a pop a color and matches Veronica’s dress.” His stylist had said.

Right, Veronica. Pedro’s bitchy supermodel girlfriend, the two honestly didn’t even look right together. She was a pretty girl, nice curvy body, long brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes but her personality was trash. You thought she was a terrible person, rude and bossy to everybody she came across. Hate is a strong word, but you were sure you hated her.

Pedro looks over at you, “What do you think?”

“Um…” You trailed off, “No tie.”

He slightly smiled, removing the tie from his neck. You watched as he smoothed out his jacket, you wished you could tell him how effortlessly handsome he is. This man could wear anything, and you’d be attracted to him, was this appropriate? No. But you couldn’t help but admire him in the all black suit, with the silk black shirt that he didn’t button up all the way. And his hands, and those rings. How’d you love for them to wrap around your throat as he f—

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Pedro’s voice snapped you out of your explicit thoughts.

“Oh!” You shook your head, regaining focus. You were still in your jeans and plain t shirt, “Y-yeah, I should.” You quietly chuckled.

Pedro looked at you for a moment, about to speak until his phone ringing gained his attention. You were able to sneak at glance at it before he picked it up off the table. Veronica.

“Hey, V.” He says, you wanted to cringe, “Ho-hold on! I can’t hear you.”

“Okay everybody! Give Mr. Pascal some time alone!” You took it upon yourself to clear the room, shooing for everyone to get out. Once everyone was out, you grabbed your things and went to follow after them.

“Hey!” Pedro calls out.

You spin on your heels and look at him with a questionable look as he stood with the phone to his ear, listening to whatever Veronica was saying.

“I can’t wait to see what you wear tonight.” He slightly smirked.

Your body froze. Was he talking to you? No, he can’t be. He’s talking to his girlfriend. Veronica. Maybe he had forgotten what he was going to tell you. Yeah, that’s it. You shot him a awkward smile before walking out of his hotel suite. You quickly made your way to your room, opening the door and throwing your things onto the bed. You took a speedy, hot shower and wrapped your towel around yourself as you entered the now freezing room. You only had an hour until the car was here to take Pedro and the rest of the little crew to the venue. You rummaged through your suitcase, looking for your dress that you were wearing tonight. Once your finally got your hands on it, you threw it on the bed along with your shoes and mediocre accessories.

You sat on the edge of the bed and moisturized your body down, running your hands over your freshly shaved legs. You throw your towel across the room, sliding on your red lace panties, skipping putting on bra since it wouldn’t look right with your dress. You picked up the said dress and quickly slipped it on, you ran over to the mirror, smoothing out the silk black mini dress that had a little flare at the bottom. It hugged your body perfectly but was a tad bit short, it had stopped a little above your knees. You bite your lip, contemplating if you wanted to wear it or not. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, this is Pedro’s night. He was invited to the award show, not you. You’re just his assistant that had to tag along. You let out a loud sigh, going to look in your luggage but not finding anything that met the dress code.

“Oh, fuck it!” You slightly yelled as you saw the time, you quickly put on your necklace and earrings and slide on your red kitten heels.

You rush out your room and back over to Pedro’s suite, repeatedly knocking on the door.

“Pedro, the car is here to take you to the venue!” You talk through the door, “Pedro!”

Yeah, okay, you were a nervous wreck around the man, but you took your job seriously and one thing you hated was being late.

As you continued to knock, the door swung open, revealing Veronica. You hated to admit it but she looked beautiful, her dress was dark purple with beaded detailing and her long hair was now curled, and her makeup was gorgeous. She was gorgeous…until she opened her mouth.

“We heard you.”

You pursed your lips together, “Veronica! You look amazing.” You managed to say.

“Thanks! I know!” She smiles, “You ready, baby?”

“Yep!” Pedro appears from behind her, eyes locking on you immediately. He continued to smile as he looked you up and down, eyes scanning over your body.

“Great!” You clap, “Let’s go!”

The two walked out ahead of you and were met by Veronica’s security at the elevator, you were on and off within minutes and was now in the lobby, outside was already flooded with paparazzi.

“Remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!” You say as the doors opened and the lights started flashing.

You stood back and watched as the two walked out hand in hand, quickly posing for a few pictures before climbing into the SUV. You waited for the cameras to stop before you and the rest of the little crew walked outside to get into the car, you were surprised when a few flashes blinded you on your way out there. You and the rest of the crew climbed in, and the car took off.

The ride there consisted of you going over things with Pedro, whose eyes haven’t left you since you got into the car. Not really sure if he was actually listening to you, only nodding here and there but his eyes never left yours. You encouraged Pedro to take some behind the scenes photos for his Instagram, you snuck a few pictures in the process, knowing his fans loved off guards (and so did you). When you told him to take bts photos you meant of him and his girlfriend, maybe even some random shoe pictures, so when his camera was pointed at you, you were caught off guard. Awkwardly smiling as you sat there with your legs crossed.

“The woman who keeps me in check!” He says behind the camera, “Are you taking a video?” You nervously chuckled.

“Yes.” He continues to point the camera at you for a minute before panning it over to his manager who sat beside you, “My wonderful manager.”

“My beautiful, beautiful lady.” He turns the camera at Veronica, who blows a kiss at the camera, then finally turns it to himself, “And then there’s me.” He says into the camera before ending the recording.

The ride continued on for a little longer before you all arrived at the venue, cameras and fans swarming the car already. The security got out first, then Pedro who helped Veronica out, the crowd going crazy once they saw the two. You scooted your way out the car, Pedro offering you his hand, taken by surprise you skeptically took it and it seemed like once your hand was in his, the camera flashes went crazy. You quickly get out, quickly smoothing out your dress before being joined by his manager.

“Go on, Pedro.” They say, urging him to join Veronica who was waiting on him.

“Remember, big smiles, big smiles.” You take his phone to hold it for him while he’s on the carpet, “And breathe, I got it.” He winks, before walking off to grab Veronica’s hand and entering the red carpet.

You and his manager trailed along, standing behind the cameras, watching as they walked along the carpet. Seeing the two actually made you sick to your stomach, but you had to pretend like you loved them on social media. You didn’t post Pedro on your account THAT much, but when you did you always included Veronica and how much the two were ‘couple goals’ even though you hated every bit of their relationship.

And you knew you shouldn’t be jealous, and that it wasn’t right. But you couldn’t help it.

After the carpet, day turned into night and it all was a bit of a blur. A lot was going on, you were once again trying to keep everything in order and trying not to lose your mind. Pedro had won an award for his role in his recent movie, that being said it was almost mandatory for him to attend the after party they had put together, and you just happened to get dragged along as well.

Anddd you were on picture duty again, snapping the night away. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t exhausted, you’d been running around since seven o’clock in the morning, it was now a little past midnight. You had your fun for a little bit but decided to call it a night once the clock hit one, calling for a ride back to the hotel, leaving Pedro to dance and party the night away.

Once you were back at the hotel and in your room, you plopped down onto the soft bed, letting yourself sink into the comforter. Another busy and stressful, yet successful day. You were so tired you didn’t even want to move, laying in the bed still fully dressed, staring up at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone, figuring you should make a few posts before officially calling it a night. You scrolled through your photos, favoriting the few of yourself that you had taken throughout the night and some of Pedro while he was on the carpet and the stage accepting his reward. You quickly put a collage together on your Instagram story, adding the pictures of yourself, some scenery and Pedro.

“amazing night tonight! & big congrats to @pascalispunk for well-deserved win. remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!! ❤️”

Some likes to your story trickled in, some replies, fan accounts already reposting the pictures of Pedro you had taken. You were about to shut your phone off until a familiar username popped up at the top of you screen, you clicked it almost immediately.

“Come celebrate with me, beautiful 🥂”

“Don’t you think you celebrated enough tonight?” You replied.

“Never enough. Come to my room.”

And just like that you weren’t even tired anymore, your body pumping with adrenaline. Oh, but this was wrong, this was so wrong. You work for him, he’s your boss, he has a girlfriend! Why isn’t he celebrating with her?! The voice in your head screamed no but your feet were already headed towards the door, leaving your room and making your way to his. As you approached, your heart started to beat out your chest. You lightly knocked on the door, taking a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

“I was wondering if you’d come.” The door swung open, he stood there with his shirt untucked, missing his suit jacket and a few more buttons unbuttoned.

“Of course.” You smile, walking into the room.

“I didn’t get to party with you last night.” He says from behind you.

“Well, I–it’s really not my job to party with you.” You tell him, “How come it’s not?” He asks.

“I’m your assistant, Pedro.” You half laugh, “I’m here to assist you.”

“Then you assist me by partying with me next time.” He grabs a bottle of champagne off the table, “You do good at your job, and I thank you for that. But just relax for now, celebrate with me.” He pours the liquid into a glass, “Here.”

You take the glass from him, “Thanks.” You take a sip, “Cheers to you.”

“Cheers.” He says as he takes a sip as well, leaving the room quiet for a while until he spoke up again, “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

Your cheeks heat up at the comment, taking another, much larger sip of your wine. Looking around at everything else other than his eyes that were locked on you.

“Thank you…”

“Every day, really.”

You didn’t even know how to respond to him right now. Where is all of this coming from? What is he even talking about right now? How was he over here calling you beautiful when he had the hottest supermodel girlfriend! Half of the time your hair is messy and you’re running around sweating in sweatpants.

“Mr–.” You say, in a warning tone, “Pedro.” He cuts you off.

“Pedro.” You corrected yourself, “I-I don’t even know what to say, I’m flattered but…Veronica…”

As much as you wanted to entertain this, run with it and let him feed you compliments it just wasn’t right. And you weren’t that type of girl. You weren’t about to be the hot talk of the internet for being a home wrecker.

“What about Veronica?”

“What do you mean what about her? She’s your girlfriend! Your hot, supermodel girlfriend! I’m your assistant, why are you sitting here trying to flirt with me when you have her?!” You stood from your seat, placing your glass on the table.

Pedro began to laugh and all you could do was stare at him with a blank face.

“You’re laughing?!”

“Veronica is not my girlfriend. She’s only my girlfriend for the cameras.” He tells you.

“What? No, no. Don’t lie.” You shake your head, “Why do you two act like that when the cameras aren’t around?!”

“Nobody is allowed to know; I couldn’t even tell you. We have to act like a couple around everybody.” He further explains, “It’s all a contract, just a messy publicity stunt.”

“You two sure as hell are doing a great job.” You muttered, crossing your arms.

All those times you had been jealous...for nothing!

“We’re actors, it’s what we do.” He shrugs, cocky smile on his face.

“You’re an actor, she’s not.”

“Trust me, she is.” He says, “She doesn’t live the way you think.”

“Okay, so what? You’re telling me all this why?!”

“I see the way you look at me, how you act around me. I read people well.” He starts, “And I’m certain you feel the same way about me, how I feel about you.”

“And how is that?”

He didn’t answer you, only walking closer to you. Closing the gap between you two, you quietly gulp as he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes for a moment. You caught yourself leaning forward, eyes fluttering shut and before you know it his lips were on yours, taking your breath away.

“Does that answer your question?” He says as he pulls out the kiss, hand still underneath your chin.

part two??

#pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

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starhrtz · 10 months

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╭﹕🕸️ ｡♡・hey lover!

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — spiderman!xiao bf headcanons

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — maybe ooc xiao // brief mentions of wounds // a bit suggestive at paragraph 14?

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — i feel like I'll be doing this for all the anemo boys ngl, i tried making this long :3

spiderman!xiao who never wanted you to find out about him being spiderman. You only found out when he webbed you by your waist when his tingle told him you were going to fall down the stairs.

spiderman!xiao who wished he told you sooner about his alter ego. The way you would gently tend his wounds made him flustered and shiver just from your touch.

he would often winced when you applied the ointment on his wounds, but he would never let out any noise wanting to be seen as a hero in your eyes.

spiderman!xiao who loves swinging both of you to a random rooftop to see the sunset or the starry sky, a smile tugged on his lips as he saw how amazed you were just by the view of the sky.

spiderman!xiao who hated how your dates would always be cut short because of some villian of the week disrupting the city's peace, he would often try and defeat the villian as fast as he could wanting to be in ur embrace soon.

on rare nights, he might miss the dates that both of you had planned. You understood it was due to his duties but your heart did sting though the next morning that sadness was replaced with surprised as you opened your doorstep to see a giant plush toy infront of you with the note 'from your friendly neighbourhood spiderman'.

spiderman!xiao who likes to doodle you inside his notebook while in school, of course he only does it when both of you don't share classes. His doodle was mostly him drawing how you looked last night or what you were wearing, he'll also try and sneak in his spidersuit colours inside as a small little touch.

hu tao found out he often went to an abandoned train station to spray paint and she found he actually spray painted many moments between you and him. (she was only there because she was ghost hunting.)

spiderman!xiao who likes to visit you at night, wanting to be in your embrace or perhaps to steal you away for the night to show you a new place he had found.

spiderman!xiao who spends more time at your house than his actual home, his excuse was that your window had a clearer view of the city so he could see the crime easily while protecting you. (he's a horrible liar.)

he'll also come to your home late at night, wanting to sleep in the comfort of your arms or use you as his personal pillow. When you wake up, you could either find your legs being tangled with xiao's or smell something delicious coming from your kitchen where you could find your boyfriend cooking breakfast for you.

spiderman!xiao who at first didn't want to swing with you in his arms, afraid of dropping you but please don't be afraid to tell him if he left bruises on your hips because of his grip... The last thing he wants is you injured especially if he is the one who caused you pain.

spiderman!xiao who gets flustered whenever you try on his suit, to him it made you even more attractive in his eyes.

one time, you accidentally used his web shooters to pin him to the wall... Instead of being angry, he was really flustered and found it rather hot of course he'll never tell you. He'll keep it a secret as long as he lives not wanting to be teased by it.

spiderman!xiao whos favourite memory was when both of you had a spiderman kiss (where he was upside down with his mask tugged above his mouth)

spiderman!xiao who says you're the reason why he is still spiderman, you're the one who keeps him going and you're the one who makes him see the brighter side of things.

#astronetwrk #xiao x reader #xiao x you #spiderman xiao #xiao headcanons #xiao fluff #genshin xiao x reader #xiao modern au #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin xiao #★ — writing

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bakvrue · 6 months

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bakugou x reader

halloween costumes, named children, some cute family fluff, selfship coded, ~800 wc, divider @/cafekitsune

"Katsuki, you have to come out."

You hear a sad grunt on the other side of the bathroom door, and you can picture the way his face is contorting in the mirror already.

It was almost cruel of your daughter to ask this of him, but she doesn't know that.

"If you won't come out I'm coming in." You open the door and press your lips together, willing yourself not to laugh.

Your strong and prideful husband stares at himself in the mirror; green curls frame his face, a yellow cape hangs off his shoulders, and he's fitted with Deku's signature jump suit.

"I hate this." He narrows his eyes at himself in the mirror. "Do I have to wear the wig, can't I have some dignity?"

"You have to wear it for photos at least." He grumbles as you lean your head on his shoulder. Even covered in green he still looks like himself. "Wait, you forgot one very important part."

You grab an eyeliner pencil from your makeup drawer and turn his face, drawing Midoriya's four freckles on each cheek.

"There, the finishing touch." He groans, and you take his head into your hands. "Just wait until you see Katsuno, she's so excited to be her hero."

His mouth twists to the side, most likely wondering why he even agreed to match with her. But you remember how his eyes sparkled when she came home from preschool overwhelmed with excitement saying that she wanted to match costumes with him. She only slipped it in afterwards that she would be dressing as him, and that of course he would have to be Deku.

Katsuki makes peace with his reflection and turns to you, "So can I get a Halloween kiss?"

He puckers his lips, grabbing onto you before you can dance out of his reach. "Just a kiss for your hero," he makes kissy sounds like the menace he is and you erupt into laughter, pushing his face away and trying to bend over backwards to get away from his assault.

"Ew! Daddy, that's gross!" Your youngest, Natsumi, stands in the doorway, her hand on her hip and fairy wings on her back. The sparkle makeup you let her do herself makes her serious look very much the opposite.

Katsuki lets go of you, and gets into a crouching position, hands in the air like he's some sort of monster. "It's your turn for kisses then!"

He chases her out of the bathroom and down the hall, rounding the corner into the girls' room, but Katsumi jumps out of the doorway holding up her hand to command a stop. Her hair is up in a ponytail, accented with Bakugou’s own hair spikes, her costume an almost near replica for his own, down to the knee pads and the boots.

"Stop!" Her little voice makes Katsuki freeze in his tracks, he grunts and lunges after her and your daughter squeals and runs into her room, with her father/monster/Deku on her tail.

"It's not every day you see prohero Deku chasing a squealing Dynamite!" You call down the hallway as you grab the last pieces of your costume.

"It's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight to you!" Katsuki and Kasuno yell out in unison.

Your oldest, Takumi, appears next to you. His ninja costume must be working some type of magic because where did he even come from?

He shakes his head at the racket, "Those two are too much alike."

"Don't I know it…" you laugh at the screams coming from the girls' room once again and you can only imagine what is going on in there. Katsuki probably has them cornered on one of the beds and they're about to turn the tides with the help of some stuffed animals. "Come on bud, let's go see if anyone is here yet."

Bonus:

"You got photos of this right?" Izuku sneaks up on you with two of his children climbing on his arm like a jungle gym.

"Of course I did." You wiggle your phone at him, "And I already made backups, and backups of the backups."

"Smart," Izuku shuffles on his feet and the two kids decide climbing on their dad isn't fun anymore and run off. "Would you—"

"Don't worry, I already sent you a few."

"Thanks," Izuku looks around the crowd to spot his wife when you hear a loud yell.

"AUGH! You can't take me down so easily villains!"

You find the source: your husband, with his mini-me on his shoulders, and every Bakugou and Midoriya child, about eight in total, climbing on him trying to drag him down. The green wig slipping off his head and the child hanging off his neck; you raise your phone yet again.

*Click*

"Don't worry Izuku, I'll send that one too," you laugh before he can even open his mouth.

#bakugou x reader #💕.katsuki #🌸.bakurue

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s9sa · 2 years

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corrupt me, own me

☆. ﹟SUMMARY – In the entirety of his years as Dick Grayson, previous Robin, he never would’ve figured he would be here.

☆. ﹟PAIRING – Bottom!Dick Grayson x Top!Male Reader

☆. ﹟WARNINGS – pwp, language, oral (r receiving), anal, pet names, cum eating, Dick being Dick, Dick’s fat ass, reader has a fat dick (so real), dacryphilia (?), Dick going from being all cocky to being slutty & subby, slight fluff at the end, I wrote this at 3 am so kinda messy & lowk lacks energy

☆. ﹟WORD COUNT – 2K

Dick doesn’t have the foggiest idea about how he wound up here, stuck under your body, eyes locking with yours and sadly, the position solidifies him. He needs to cut the strain, break free however your grasp on him is tight, eyes glaring into his with a never before glimmer. It was a long, messy kiss that truly struck lightning down onto him, kissing back with similar energy as his hand at last breaks free, holding the rear of your neck tenderly. Neither of you end the kiss, Dick savoring the taste of you, gripping onto your lower arms.

He effectively sneaks off your shirt, lips connected to your neck, sucking on it delicately as you play with his suit. “Why is this suit so fucking tight?”

“How else would it display my ass?” He jokes, and a laugh gets away from your lips, catching his and he gets out of the suit with your assistance, mushing lips until his swell. He keeps up with your pace steadily, your hands tangling in his hair, stroking the soft strands of his dull hair, the flavor of outright lust dissolving on your tongue. He lets a moan slip past, head hitting the soft cushion of the couch, breathing heavy.

You bother his sensitive nipples, rolling one in between your index and thumb, watching how quick it hardens, suctioning it in your mouth. He moans, holding you near him, lips against your ear, heavy breath against the shell. Your tongue washes over his nipple, licking agonizing slow, teasing him. Your lips drop to kiss down his toned stomach, leaving a couple of hickeys on the way down. “It’s not fair how I’m the only one stripping bare. You’re half naked.” Dick protests, and you sit up. “Help me then, Grayson.”

He grumbles at the name call, sitting up to unfasten your jeans, battling with the belt however ultimately he gets it off, your dick springing out. He has a cocky joke in the back of his head, however words can’t form as he simply gazes with magnificence. His lips fold over your fat head, eyes watering up quickly, lips extending to try and fit it inside. He gags on his spit, tears threatening to fall past and in the long run they do when he gets a couple inches down his throat, his tongue whirling around.

You groan at the sensation, his tongue working magic. You grasp his hair, gazing at his sorrowful face, driving his head further down and he holds your thighs with a powerful strength, tears staining your thighs. He needs to surface for oxygen, lips fiercely red and enlarged, meeting your dick again to bring more into his mouth. He bobs his head in a pleasant, consistent speed, stroking it. Slobber stacks up toward the edge of his mouth, trickling.

His back curves as his lips cup around your balls, stroking your cock and he can feel it pulsate in his grasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Keep doing that, pretty boy.” He’s used to the nickname, but hearing it from you makes his heart flutter, entirely settled to show he can make you cum. He can make you cum so mind-blowingly hard. Dick choking around your impeccable size as you deepthroat him, fucking his throat as his nails dig into your skin, whining around your cock as you fist his hair, forcing him to look up and drool runs down his chin, Dick whimpering while hot tears stream down his pretty face. He was such a slut.

Your stomach tightens, fucking into his mouth to draw nearer to your climax, and Dick allows you to use his mouth as though he’s some toy. He pushes through, the rear of his throat slamming into your cock. He hates how unimaginably hard he is, disregarding his own pleasure just to flaunt how great of a sex toy he can be with regards to you. Your cum splatters down his throat, slipping out easily and Dick swallows, cleaning his mouth with the rear of his hand. Its so amazingly thick and theres heaps of it, yet he pushes it down his throat.

“Shit…that was a thick load.” He remarks, temple sweat-soaked, hair strands adhering to his brow and the picture is so beautiful to you. He’s a flawlessly carved man. You don’t answer, flipping him over before spreading his legs to gaze at his opening and its throbbing, for all intents and purposes calling out for you. His cheeks feel so fat and full in your hands, so soft and you need to regain focus prior to entering him consistently, kissing his spine to occupy him from the excruciating penetration.

Curses spill from his swollen lips, nails sinking into the sofa, a burning sensation encompassing his opening before it perishes into pleasure, opening fixing around your dick as you push in, holding his hips protectively, stretching him spot on. He moans, the tip of your cock bruising his prostrate, ruthlessly hitting it until he’s shouting out, looming over the edge attempting to focus. It’s all too good. He can barely take it. Your name slips past his lips, his body trembling. “Fuck…do it harder..”

You thrust into him harder, pressing his head into the arm of the couch, the sounds of skin on skin reverberating off the walls, getting progressively stronger alongside moans. Dick strokes his own cock yet you grip his arms back, needing him to endure all of this. Dick cries, toes curling as his bottom lip trembles, tears gushing past his face. You bruise his insides, kisses being spread all around his skin. Your hips never stopping as you thrust into him, hitting his prostrate, drawing nearer to your climax. “C-cum inside…please for the love of god…do it…” Dick chokes out, feeling you pulsate inside him, your hand tenderly scouring his stomach. You press your head into the rear of his, your pushes getting messy as your climax hits you abruptly, painting his walls a pleasant white tone. And when you pull out, the cum spouts out of his opening, trickling perpetually. Dick shakes, the warm fluid astonishing him. “Good job..” You praise, turning him over to kiss his lips gently.

He cups your face, cum trickling down his legs. “I fucking love you..” He says, his hole gripping you once more. “I love you too..” You answer in a quiet tone, tongue kissing him as he clings onto you pathetically, moaning into your mouth. You fuck him faster this time, wanting to feel him grip you so fucking tight. Your hand grips his mistreated cock, same speed as your hips and he whimpers, hitting your chest for prodding him so detestably. He tosses his head back, feeling his cock pulse terribly while in your grasp, pre-cum faltering out.

You smirk at the mess you created, his neck on full display and you suck on his adam’s apple, gripping his leg with the other hand to push further inside. He takes everything. He feels only his dick being mishandled and his opening being utilized like a ragdoll, gibberish piling on gibberish. His sweat glimmers in the light, giving him a sparkle impact. He’s dependent on your touch. Cherishing how gentle and rough it can be from time to time, contacting his skin carefully, rubbing his shins. His skin is so soft to touch, massaging his strained muscles while banging into him, kissing his neck then, at that point, following to his collarbones. He’s in love.

Dick knows he’s close. He can feel it.

And when your thumb slides over the slit, he shakes verbally, sputtering out baby batter and you watch it tumble down your fingers like a waterfall, stuffing your hand in his mouth and he tastes himself, gazing at you with doe ones. The taste resembles battery acid with a somewhat sweet flavor yet Dick keeps on licking off his mess, allowing your fingers to slide out his mouth. “Good boy.” You kiss him, it’s sweet and helps him remember his happy place, cutting off his moans with sounds of messy kissing, cupping his face. You don’t know how long you’ve been inside of Dick, his tight ass and sweet groans diverting you, hickeys spread all around his fabricated body. You don’t quit fucking him. You can’t. He’s excessively sweet. You really want to corrupt him however long you can, and Dick wants you to do so. He really wants this. He craves this. He’s thought about this and you gladly give him his fantasy.

You want him in so many ways. So many more ways than just this. You feel your stomach tighten, cursing into his chest. You fall back, allowing Dick to get on top and he bounces, grinding his hips. He realizes what he’s doing and your hands on his hips simply turns him on more. You thrust up, assisting a little bit and he laughs, enjoying the helpful hand. His ass interface with your thighs, driving all over like a rollercoaster. He was quick with his moves, clenching on you so tight. He rides you like a bull, hand on your chest and its all too good.

He’s hot and sweaty, breathing heavy with grunts emerging from his mouth, his stomach feeling full. He needs this one final filling. One final filling and he’s transforming into clay. But like the fucked up bastard you are, you thrust up into him with sharp hips, watching how he loses control easily. Dick whines as his hips thrust back against you, leaning into your chest as you painfully slow stroke him, wrapping your hand around his violent, pulsating red tip that had been sputtering up pre-cum. As you refuse to give him what he wants, he paws at your chest, causing tears to well up once more.

As you began to gently place a hand on his waist and assist him in slowly rolling his hips while kissing his neck, Dick let out choked whimpers as his body heat only increased. While your lips began to hover over his delicate nipples and you began to tug his nipple in between your teeth and let your tongue wash over it, he lets out a low call of your name with trembling thighs. Dick strokes at his now-abandoned cock with his tip reddening at the thought of you fucking him senseless. Dick gasps in surprise when you smack his ass, a handprint forming on his cheek, and he can only take so much with his orgasm just around the corner. His stomach tightens, and hot tears stream down his cheeks once more. He was a fucking whore–He knew it.

“Cmon, pretty boy. Bounce on my cock like the whore you are. Don’t you want to make me proud?” Dick grumbles as you cup his face, forcing him to lean down so you can kiss again, and he begins to bounce on your cock like a perfect slut while stroking his own, moaning louder as he gets closer to his orgasm. He drives one knee into the couch and opens his mouth to speak, but all you get are whimpers and whines. When his orgasm finally hits, he grunts, cum trickling down his hand. You smile, Dick bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking off his mess. He wasn’t ashamed while doing it.

He felt pride.

Dick exclaims in surprise as you pick him up, hands under his thighs and holding him up as you fuck him while standing up, moving over to the nearest wall and slamming brutal thrusts into him. He bounces even harder on your cock, lips locked in a harsh and nasty make out session, tongue wrapping around yours as you fuck him into oblivion. His ass grips your girth tightly, his hole closing in on you, and you let out a small moan, orgasm close at hand and ready to fuck him full of cum. He can’t stop himself from touching every part of your body while growling out your name, nodding furiously as you hit that one spot that has him seeing white spots, words muddled into pure gibberish as you press your forehead into his shoulder.

You slam into him harder and harder until your thrusts become erratic, your cum spurting into his fucked hole one final time and Dick trembles, his feet finally touching the ground and he trips into your hold, gently caressing his arms. He couldn’t feel anything other than you holding him and then cleaning him up, wrapping a blanket around his body. His body sunk into the mattress, too exhausted to think clearly. The only thing that mattered was that he was present with you.

Dick Grayson was coming back for more, that’s for sure.

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ghoulishfrk · 9 months

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PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Romantic Hobie x Miles Older Sister , Platonic Spiderverse cast x Miles Older Sister | Slight spoilers | ~ .7K words 〙

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Miles older sister who takes care of him. She’s the one who knows when something is up and is the one always giving advice.

Miles older sister who had a hunch something was up with her lil brother but wasn’t sure what exactly until she caught him red handed. Him still on his suit in his room.

Miles older sister who had to take a minute to process that her little brother was fucking Spider-Man and understood why he didn’t tell her or their parents.

Miles older sister who becomes his girl behind the screen. She tells him whenever a villain is causing chaos and calls the cops to get the villain he apprehended.

Miles older sister who gets her brother out of suspicion and trouble with their parents, always having a convincing excuse.

“Mija, have you seen miles?”

“Oh, he went to the store to buy more ice cream cones since he ate mine.”

Miles older sister who never leaves her brother suffer by himself. Always hearing out whatever is bothering her brother and giving advice only an older sister could.

Miles older sister who gets caught up on the whole multiverse stuff by her little brother and learns of all the other spidermen her brother considers his friends.

Miles older sister who meets Peter B. Parker and Mayday and is immediately in love with her. She always counts on him to take care of Miles and is ok with babysitting Mayday.

Miles Older Sister who, when she meets Miguel, is not the friendliest. She’s not over how he treated her little brother and doesn’t hide it. She later on goes easier on him since she sees how he’s genuinely sorry and embarrassed by how he reacted.

Miles older sister who is a bit doubtful of Jess. She didn’t think someone who was a mother would’ve acted like she did towards a kid. She learns to trust her later on.

Miles older sister who meets the other spider kids closer to Miles age and immediately approves of them. She’s even willing to make sure they don’t get in trouble with their families.

Miles older sister who becomes an older sister to Pavitr, Gwen, and Peni. She listens to them and gives them advice like she does with Miles. She’d go insane if anything or anyone hurt her kids.

Miles older sister who meets Gwen and immediately likes her. She gives her advice on wooing her brother and getting the approval of their parents.

“Miles loves drawing so you can never go wrong with giving him stuff like drawing books and markers. Oh, and you should call our parents by our last name. Mom hates when kids call her Rio.”

“Wait, seriously? Why didn’t Miles tell me?”

“Cuz he was probably too whipped to tell you lmao”

Miles older sister who, when she meets Hobie, clicks with him in a different way than when she meet the others.

Miles older sister who gets flirted by Hobie and responds with flirting back, only to get caught by Miles and seeing his hilarious reaction.

“Seriously? My sister?!”

“Aye, calm down Peter Pan.”

“C’mon man! Why it gotta be my sister?”

“Miles relájate nene.”

“What do you mean relax?! If i hadn’t come in you probably would’ve been eating each others faces!”

“PFFT-“

Miles older sister who sneaks in Hobie through her window, having to shush him so her parents don’t hear them and have her father storming in.

Miles older sister who gets caught by Rio one day, with her and Hobie having been sitting on her bed talking about random things.

Miles older sister who has to introduce Hobie to her parents. Rio and Jeff are apprehensive at first, Hobies punk appearance not being what they expected for their daughters boyfriend.

Miles older sister who’s glad Hobie gets along with her mom and tries to be civil with her father and tries not to get into politics or fights with them.

“So, Hobie, what do you do for a living?”

“Kick fascists ass and play in my band.”

Just Miles having a nice and caring older sister <3

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simpinberry · 1 year

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for my mental health i need hcs of bella ramsey x fem or gn reader with words of affirmation love language ‼️‼️

hi guys i’m back to feed you some more bella content ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ hope i did this right and that u guys like it :) also tysm for the requests

listen listen!!! after taking a shower she would 100% leave sweet compliments on the foggy mirror for u to read. will add ‘kiss your s/o’ to your to do lists.

will text/send photos of random things that reminds you of her throughout the day. she does this especially when she’s on set and you guys can’t talk much. they have your favorite snack there? sends u a photo and tells u theyre thinking of u. lots of i miss yous, love yous and that she can’t wait to be home to see u again. “text me abt what you get up to today babe” “pedro is making fun of me because i’m apparently such a simp for you, he is absolutely, in every way, correct ;).” “i saw a butterfly today n it reminded me of the pretty tattoo you have”

will watch u like the weirdo she is when you’re getting ready in the morning. sneaks up behind u and repeatedly attacks ur face with kisses. “i have the most beautiful gf in the world” “omg i love this purple eyeliner on you, it rlly suits you” “your curls look really defined today, the new conditioner you got is so good!! my beautiful bby”

is the type to whisper compliments in between kisses. yk like corny spelling out of i love you in between pecks? yep, does that. “i really really like you” “my darling” “mine” “you’re so cute” in between kisses hehehe.

spam texts you when you send/post a photo. in your dms/comment section screechingggg!! my mans is DOWN BADDD. needs and loves to comment “first” on ur posts. they actually make up most of ur comment section. “BABE IM DYING YOURE TOO BEAUTIFUL” “so glad we’ve advanced technology so i can stare at this photo 4life if i want to” “you+this dress= my death”

randomly tweets a photo of you, captioning it “this is my darling, be jealous, gn”

very validating when you’re upset and talks you through it. thanks you for speaking up and communicating abt anything that’s been bothering you. SPILLS THE TEA WITH YOUUU. you have a co worker you hate? she hates them too. listen to me when i say she is on ur side, she is shocked and they’ll even remember stuff you’ve previously told them to add to the fire. best bf frr “thank you for telling me babe, i’ll really keep it in mind next time, i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings like that” “it sounds like it’s been difficult for you to complete (insert task) you’ve been working through it so well :)” “he said what??? yeah like he’s one to talk, go go! continue tell me more i’m invested” “babe you’re honestly so right, this is why i always listen to u”

definitely acknowledges you so so much when you accomplish something. will go on about how proud they are of you, how well you’ve done and how wonderful it is. big or small, bellas on her way to pour her heart out to you. would be unbelievably encouraging throughout the process too, telling you to keep going and trust the progress. “you’ve got this babe, go on :))” “that drawing is absolutely amazing, you’re so talented omg look at the details” “you submitted your assignment?? ahead of time?? that’s my girl frr” “these cookies are amazing, thank u sm for baking them ughh give me a hug you’re the best baker ever, they’re so soft!!”

you guys will be facetiming one night when shes away in a different country for filming. she’s been gone two months and you really miss them. you get a bit emotional talking abt it and they really listen, telling you to let it out. just before you guys hang up they tell you to look at the last drawer of your jewellery box. turns out she wrote you a letter before she left, many letters in fact, for when you really miss them. you can’t help but sob reading it. she attached a polaroid photo of you guys kissing at bottom of the page. she’s so incredibly kind in the letter, telling you how wonderful its been getting to know you these past few months. "hehe youre probably crying from how nice im being" istg this mf even teases you in writing. when you're finished you call her back, they immediately burst out laughing at your blood shot eyes, “hahahhs i knew you’d cry”. sneaks in a ‘you look so pretty even when you cry’. tells you they have more hidden around your room and that when you need it she’ll tell you where you can find more ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

goodnight!! if i made any mistakes, no i didn’t. byebye!!

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #bella ramsey fluff #ellie the last of us #wlw #lgbtq #bella ramsey gf #bella ramsey head cannon #lesbian #nonbinary #genderfluid

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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“You think there fucking?”

Bob x reader

Bob Floyd x reader

Bob Floyd x pilot!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: sneaking around, allusions to sex, allusions to death, small violence, angst for reader

(reader presents as female and her callsign is Honey)

a/n hi I saw top gun early in the summer and have been thinking about this for months. also, I don’t know anything about the navy or jets so take what I write about flying lightly. have a great new school year loves! also yes I know bob doesn’t technically fly the jet shut up pls its for the story :)

summary Y/N and Bob are secretly seeing eachother and Bob get’s hurt during practice.

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The day was just like any other. You woke up, slicked back your hair and pulled on your boots. You reported to training at 9 like you were supposed to. Phoenix had brought you an orange juice this morning and sat with you as Maverick named off the people who would be flight testing that day.

“Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, Rooster, Bob, and Coyote. The rest of you can stay.”

You followed the rest of the crew to the monitoring room. As you were passing the group that was preparing to fly out, you caught Bob’s eye for a split second. He smiled at you and caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

All you could hear in your head was him calling you “Darling” last night and holding you until the sun came up. You always hated leaving him. Sleepless nights after he would ‘drive you home’ after a night drinking at the Hard Deck was always worth it. But just for now, you would classify it as ‘fuck buddies’. Even though you craved more. And so did Bob. But for now you and Bob decided to keep it as it was. There was a big mission coming up and you two didn’t want to jeopardize it.

“Drool much?” Phoenix snorted, drawing you out of your trance. “Shut it.” you hissed at her, elbowing her side.

Phoenix had walked in on you and Bob about a week and a half ago. She hasn’t been able to let it go since.

“You and Bob?” she would whisper to you periodically thorough out the next few days. She was truly stunned, not expecting this from anywhere.

The ground team for the day made it into the control pit as the other pilots kept preparing for flight. You excused yourself to the bathroom.

You followed the route to the women’s restroom as the final people made it into the control pit. Then you whipped around, making your way to the men’s room.

Bob was for sure in there. He had an irrational fear of peeing in his suit and would always go to the bathroom last thing before a flight to make sure there wasn’t any complications. But, it had also turned into a time where the bathroom was completely empty and you two could see eachother. At work.

You flung open the door and was shocked to see no Bob. Just then, you saw a bathroom stall open just slightly and the frame of his glasses peek through.

“Oh thank god, I thought you weren’t coming,” he said, quickly pulling you in the stall and embracing you. His 6’ figure looked taller in the flight boots. “There were some people hanging around I didn’t want to look suspicious,” you explained, holding his hand in yours.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” he asked, fixing a bit of stray hair back into place. A wide smile grew on your face as did the redness in your cheeks. You always loved when Bob complimented you. He struggled with it at first, not knowing what to say. He seemed to finally get the hang of it and know just how to make you swoon.

“Be careful,” you whispered, kissing him on the cheek. His hand tightened in yours as you flattened one of the straps around his shoulders. “See you tonight,” he whispered in your ear, giving you one last hug before he left.

Even if it was 30 seconds of him, it was more than enough to get you through your day of treating him like any other guy on your team.

Entering the control pit once again, you joined Phoenix. “Bathroom quickie?” she asked. “No. I had to pee.” you lied. “Mhm,” she smirked, watching the planes begin to fire up.

Everything seemed to be going to plan. The training session was normal and the same as every other day. Did you have a tab of Bob’s stats pulled up secretly on your tablet? Maybe. Just for piece of mind.

And a good thing you did. Your tablet began flashing and giving out a loud erratic noise suddenly. There was a fluke in Bob’s plane. You ran over to the big screen and pulled it up, demanding for him to be called in.

“I’m trying!” The commander yelled at you. Everyone was concerned about Bob, but your urgency definitely raised a few suspicions. “His jet is in the mountains- the signal isn’t going through.” the commander explained. You swiped around on your tablet until you could find the closest pilot to him. Hangman was about 9,000 feet behind him.

“Radio to Hangman! Now 8,000 feet behind!” you yelled at the commander.

“Hangman, come in!” he yelled through the microphone. “Bob needs assistance. Go find him. He is now 7,000 feet ahead.” “The target is too close, commander. No can do.” Hangman replied.

Your blood boiled. The main systems started issuing a warning for Bob’s plane now and it was beginning to decline. “God dammit Hangman!” you yelled, issuing the call to Maverick to bring everyone home.

Everyone watched as Bob’s plane flew straight into the mountain.

Praying that Bob recognized the issue fast enough to eject, you marched yourself down to the deck where Hangman was conveniently landing.

“You fucker!” you yelled, pushing Hangman back with both of your hands as he steadied himself after getting out of his jet.

“Hey, woah! The fuck was that for, Honey?” he yelled, steadying himself on the side of his jet ready to defend himself. “What did the commander tell you at 0-90? Huh?” you yelled at him.

Phoenix and Fanboy came running on the scene, seeing the tensions rising. “Excuse me?” Hangman yelled back, spit flying out of his mouth.

“That’s enough!” Phoenix yelled, placing herself between the two of you. “Y-you had to save Bob! How could you just leave him?” you yelled through Phoenix holding you back. Pushing past her, you came at Hangman again ready to throw a punch.

Rooster then came up behind you and snatched you up. You kicked and resisted against him, but he was too strong. As the ‘older brother’ type in the group, you knew he was ready to deal with whatever shit you were about to put up.

“Quit it. Your little boyfriends fine.” Rooster whispered in your ear in an attempt to calm your erratic mood.

“You wanna fucking go Honey? Is that what you want? To get your shit rocked?” Hangman taunted you.

“Rooster, let me go.” you yelled at him. He promptly dragged you away from Hangman’s jet and sat you down by the side of his.

“If you had any patience and stayed in the pit longer you would have learned that Coyote got him. He ejected at 0-140 and landed in a field. He’s fine. Minor injuries.” Rooster scoffed. He hated your temper sometimes.

“Maybe try being a little less obvious that you have a thing for Bob. Because at this point I’m sure he’s figured your little crush out by now.” Rooster warned you. “Maverick won’t be happy either.”

Oh, little did he know.

And perfect timing, Coyote came walking around the corner with Bob around his arm. He was limping and looked a little rough, but otherwise fine.

You left Rooster’s side and ran to Bob, not stopping to embrace him. Bob hobbled back a bit at impact.

“Are you okay?” you asked, holding the boy tight. “I-I’m alright Honey.” he forced out. “I hope you know just how much I care about you.” you whispered in his ear. You definitely weren’t at the four letter word stage, and that was the best you could put words together for to represent your emotions for him. “I know darling. I’m sorry.” he muttered back. His voice sounded hoarse and tired.

You tried your best to fix his hair and straighten his glasses as you took him from Coyote and began to help him walk to the medical ward.

Maverick joined Rooster watching you two across the deck.

“You think there fucking?” “Oh, there definitely fucking.”

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undercoverpena · 2 years

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can you manage

Matt Murdock x anxious!Reader

an: self-indulgent piece that I hope brings hugs to others | warnings: panic attacks/anxious attack, anxiety, depression (ish) written on phone (I’m classing that as a warning)

You don’t need his eerie gift to hear him arrive.

The window he sneaks in still squeaks, after all.

His heavy boots always land on the same floorboard—the one he knows announces his arrival more so than him whispering your name.

Matt knows he doesn’t need to call out to you.

He knows where to find you.

You always do the same. Ever since you were little. Ever since you were given a name to the thing which descends over you from nowhere.

He knows because he’d told you his secret, and you told him yours. His that he’s a hero, and yours that you’re crippled by demons he can’t save you from.

Your arms remain around your knees, keeping as much of your spine against the wall. A trick taught to you by a woman with a notebook.

Digging the heels of your feet into the floor, tapping your forearm, 1, 2, 3, 4 before beginning all over again. Trying to count, trying to stop yourself from panicking again—hating the way your chest burns when breath becomes difficult.

When tears puncture your cheeks like rain on a car window in a downpour.

You hear him approaching, hearing his suit moving with him. Hating yourself for calling him, for taking him from the city he protects, because you needed him.

Selfishly.

The expectation of leather is why you flinch when you feel calloused fingers, gently stroking. Attempting to soothe. Likely wishing to smother whatever it is that’s making your heart pound in your chest.

But you don’t have a reason.

Just an overwhelming, continuous growth of panic that comes on so strong it renders you useless.

And you never call him. Something he knows.

Which you suppose is why he doesn’t speak. Not at first. Matt crouching, the leather donning his body protesting as he does.

“Why am I like this?” you whisper, not daring to lift your head. Wiggling your toes against the polished wooden floor of your apartment. “I thought I was getting better.”

It hurts to say it.

To admit it out loud.

More so when he moves closer, awkwardly trying to move you close without directly pulling you from the wall. His fingers sliding up your arm until they’re on your back, fanning out.

Remembering how you like to root. That you like to feel.

“You’re doing as well as you can,” he whispers.

As though speaking any louder would shatter you.

But you’re already shattered. A mess of a person in a pool of shards you don’t know how to piece together.

Which is why you lift your head, seeing a mask-less boyfriend with fuzzy hair and kind eyes. Even in the low light of your apartment, you’re sure his eyes are twinkling.

They always twinkle.

A guiding light which brings you back as he helps you to your feet, shifting you so you remain flat-footed, lower spine against the wall.

And then he cups your cheek, more Matt Murdock than Daredevil—even if his outfit says otherwise.

“Take your time.”

Your bottom lip wobbling, at both his kindness and the pool of thoughts you can’t make sense of. “Don’t leave…”

“Wasn’t thinking too.”

The corner of your lips twitch, his fingers stroking your skin. Kindly not pointing out that your cold, even if his touch is scorching.

“I love you, no matter what,” he reassures, adding a nod to puncture his words. “What’s one thing you can manage right now?”

Your clutch his wrist as he holds your face. “I don’t deserve you—“

“What one thing can you can manage right now?” he asks again, placing his forehead against yours, finger drawing circles into your skin.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

The one which had grown from his kindness, and from unwanted thoughts.

“I can… I can walk to bed.”

“Let’s do that then, Sweetheart.”

Your eyes clench shut, tears falling quickly down your cheek at his pet name. The one you usually blush under, the one which he’d called you by accident once, and now calls you only that.

“Hey,” he soothes, as you open your eyes to him. “Ignore your thoughts, and focus on me. OK?”

You nod, feeling his chapped lips against your forehead. His arm around your back, pulling you close to his side, head falling against his shoulder.

He’s gentle—but then he always is.

Not letting you go, not letting you fall. Whispering one step, and the other, the two of you slowly crossing your place.

Your bed is welcoming, more so when he slides in beside you. His skin touching yours, his suit in a pool somewhere you can’t see.

Eyes brushing over his scars, guilt beginning to swarm at all the people who need him. Really need him.

He senses it. He must do.

Because he places his hand in yours, squeezing you, aiming to bring you back. Your teary-eyes blinking as you look at him, finding the softest, kindest smile on his face.

The one so similar to the one you received when you’d first told him about this. Let him into the mess which is your mind. Opening the figurative window into your damaged soul.

“You did it,” he says softly, his words hanging for a moment in the air. “Just remember you did it. You made it here.”

Sniffling, you bite the inside of your mouth. “I just got into bed, Matt...”

“No,” he says, turning onto his side, drawing a small heart into your palm, “You asked for help.”

Your lips part, wanting to argue, but don’t.

He brings the back of your hand to his lips. And it warms you, just a flicker. Finally a flicker of something different than overwhelming, crippling sadness.

And he must sense that too.

Because he says nothing, but pulls you close until your head rests onto his chest.

And you listen to the soft thuds of his heart, hoping it’ll block out the thoughts—just enough, so you could sleep.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil x reader #daredevil x fem!reader #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x oc

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ckret2 · 1 year

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i personally think bill looks dashing in that tunic >:]

im excited to see that fic, have fun making it cause it's amazing so far. rip ford. LOL

Good, because here's the next part! I was gonna fully draw out Bill in his tunic again, but then I was like, no I'd rather do the fastest doodle possible so I can get this posted sooner. Sneak preview of a later scene!!

For anyone who missed it, the first scene is here!

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"Mr. Pines! Watch out!"

Ford was turning to face his assailant when Soos barreled into him. They crashed into the glass souvenir case together. Ford tumbled over it and to the floor, bringing a dozen jars filled with plastic aliens and lime jello with him. Soos felt the heavy glass sculpture slide down along his back, ripping through a layer of fabric. Aw. That was his best suit.

From the ground, Ford grunted, "Thanks." Stan rushed around the souvenir case to help him up.

"Sure thing, Mr. Pines." Soos steadied himself, then turned to face down the murderous tourist.

She was panting, one eye half squinted, face contorted in a hateful snarl, still clutching the heavy glass weight in trembling arms—before her glower fixed on Soos.

He returned the glare. "You! If you wanna get at either of the Pineses, you're gonna have to throw down with me!"

"Cute, a warm-up round! What the heck, why not." One corner of her cruel sneer quirked up. "I've got time to waste."

"Bring it on!" Arms outstretched to seize the tourist, Soos lunged for her with a roar.

And she vanished.

Soos crashed into the souvenir display beside the shop exit, knocking one shelf off the wall and dumping a pile of snow globes and hats to the floor. He looked around wildly. "What?"

Ford gingerly stood with one hand on Stan's shoulder for support and the other on the souvenir case. "Where did Bill go?"

Soos stared. "Bill?"

Ford stared back. "That was obviously Bill! Didn't you recognize his voice? What did his eyes look like?"

Soos's heart leaped into his throat as his adrenaline doubled. "Wait, that was Bill?!"

Before Ford could answer, the "tourist" reappeared, in the exact spot Soos had barreled through just a moment ago. Soos and the Pines flinched back.

Ford gave the intruder's ridiculous purple pony-covered robe a long up and down look. "All right, I can see why you were distracted."

Bill cackled. "And it works on you, too!" He heaved the glass sculpture onto one shoulder, stumbled back a step under the weight, and chucked it toward Ford's head.

Stan tackled Ford to the ground again. The sculpture shattered on the wall behind them. Soos lunged again for Bill, only for him to snap off his tape measurer belt and vanish again before Soos's eyes—

—and instantly reappear across the room, holding a heavy antique diver's helmet. "I've gotta hand it to you, Stanley—" Bill grunted as he chucked the helmet toward Stan's face, "—you've got quite a toy collection!"

And then the room dissolved into Bill-filled anarchy. Stan caught the helmet—slowing it down enough to bruise his jaw rather than shatter it ("And your head's gonna be part of my collection when I'm through with you, you freak!")—and charged for Bill with fist raised only for him to vanish again; and then Soos's view of Stan was blocked by two more Bills, one picking up a fake ancient clay tablet, the other weaving the other way to pick up the diving helmet off the counter where it had sat for years undisturbed. The pair flashed each other finger guns, then with a synchronized snap of their measuring tapes they disappeared.

"How's he doing that?!" Stan yelled. Two Bills appeared next to the taxidermy mermaid case, and with a laborious heave toppled it against Stan. One immediately vanished; the other paused to catch his breath long enough for Stan to shove off the mermaid and take a wild swing toward his face, but the punch only hit air.

"Time tape!" Ford said. "Dipper wrote about them in my journal! I—"

Another Bill appeared, swinging the one of the Mystery Shack's novelty 8 Ball-topped canes down toward Ford's head.

Ford crossed his wrists over his head, narrowly catching the cane in the crux and diverting it to the side. Bill blew a raspberry in his face and disappeared again. Ford drew a futuristic space laser Soos did not know he had, and shouted, "I've seen similar devices before! While Bill's using time travel combat he can anticipate our moves and appear anywhere!"

Ford said the phrase with such conviction that Soos had to ask, "Is 'time travel combat,' like, a legit thing?"

"Yes, I've studied some myself—although I never progressed past a yellow belt."

"Dude."

As Soos surveyed the sea of Bills, he realized, to his horror, that Bill's now-removed tape measurer belt had been the only thing keeping Bill's pony toga closed. He instinctively clapped a hand over his eyes when he caught sight of an exposed sliver of skin from armpit to foot.

"Oh, you've studied!" Bill's mocking laugh was a thin, strained wheeze. "Always the scholar! I'm self-taught. It makes me less..."

—another Bill appeared, tripped Soos, laughed, reached into the air just before another Bill appeared to throw him a clay tablet, and vanished.

"... PREDICTABLE!" Yet another Bill swung an 8 Ball cane down at Soos with a grunt of exertion. Soos barely jerked his head out of the way. His ear rang from the crash of the 8 Ball on the floor. "This—hahh... this is more durable than I thought," Bill panted, then vanished.

Stan shouted, "So what's the plan?!" He had resorted to standing in one spot, taking wild swings at any Bill who got too close, forcing back any that appeared within striking range. Soos hadn't seen him land a hit yet.

"Converge on me!" Ford had never gotten out from behind the (now shattered) glass souvenir case, and was using it like a shield as he swiveled his laser toward any Bill that got too close. "Wall to your backs! Three sixty degree awareness!"

Soos got to a knee. A snow globe thrown from the far side of the room hit the side of his head. He saw stars. "Ow?"

"Come on, move!" Stan jerked Soos up and dragged him toward Ford. Dizzy, Soos instinctively covered his eyes as more Bills flashed by.

When they finally shoved their backs to the wall behind the souvenir case, Soos cried, "That was the longest ten-foot run of my life! How do we fight a time traveler?!"

"For starters," Stan snapped, "You could try looking at him!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Pines, I can't help it! He's got womanly curves and that toga is really indecent!"

A cackle, "If I knew you were that easily distracted, I wouldn't have bothered with a toga at all!"

"My Abuelita raised a gentleman!" (Abuelita—she was probably still napping in the living room chair, just one door away from the gift shop. If Bill found her—)

Ford fired a futile laser shot toward the voice, then batted aside the Mr. Mystery bobblehead Bill had chucked. "He's very good at this—he hasn't accidentally appeared in the path of our counterattacks; he's improvising split-second stable time loops with his various trans-temporal iterations—the sophistication of his chronological choreography—"

Appearing perched on the corner of the souvenir case with his legs crossed, Bill said, "Nerdy but flattering!"

The Pines flinched back. At the sight of way too much leg, Soos automatically hid his eyes again. Between a crack in his fingers he saw Bill pull a novelty 8 Ball cane from a basket with a dozen more and mutter, "It'll probably break after the first swing, but what the hey. Polo!"

A second Bill appeared. "Marco!" He threw the cane to himself without looking, the second raised it to prepare to hit an unseen target, and both vanished just in time for Ford's laser shot to harmlessly pass through empty air.

Ford groaned. "He's even precisely timing his banter! This level of time travel combat is vastly beyond my expertise! We'd have to get lucky enough to wrestle the time tape away from him—but when he's got eyes on the battle from the past and future..."

Stan snapped his fingers in Ford's face. "He's bedazzling you with that gizmo, Poindexter! Forget the time travel. He's not using any of his space demon magic, his aim's terrible, and look at him—he's got little noodle arms! He can barely lift half the stuff he's chucking. It took two of him to knock over the mermaid!"

"The mermaid case has wobbly little legs," Soos pointed out. "I've almost knocked it over by accident like a million times."

"And he's been outta breath since the fight started," Stan went on. "All this weird time travel junk means he's been fighting longer than us, right? He's barely on his feet! I say we start swingin' like maniacs! It'll only take one good punch to lay him out, no matter what time he jumped in from!"

"You make an interesting point!"

Bill was standing between the trio and the gift shop exit—face flushed, breathing heavily, sweat plastering his golden hair to his forehead and soaking the collar of his toga, arms trembling as he leaned his weight on the 8 Ball cane. But he was still wearing his hateful, crooked, squint-eyed grin, like he'd just thought up some nasty new trick. "What can I say, I've always been more brains than brawn! But, consider this: what if I make ten of me, and we throw every single piece of junk in the room at you!"

There was a split second of horrified silence, broken only by the snap of a retracting tape measurer.

And then the room was a storm of purple pony bedsheets hailing down cheap knickknacks.

"Dudes, get behind me!" Soos protectively cupped his hands behind his head and turned his back toward the brunt of the projectiles to shield the Pines. Novelty keychains and out-of-date roadmaps pelted his back. "This is the most annoying fight ever!"

"Annoying—until a lucky throw concusses us! We have to retreat," Ford said. "Our only chance is to get somewhere he hasn't been yet and catch him the first time he comes into the room. Come on!"

He tore down a cheap tapestry to fling over the trio like the world's flimsiest shield. They charged first toward the museum entrance, veered away when another Bill chucked the invisible man's glasses through the doorway, and then turned toward the living room.

"No," Soos gasped, "This way!" He dragged the trio toward the vending machine.

Stan tried to yank away from him. "Are you crazy?! Let Bill get at all the—the dangerous science stuff down there?"

Soos was already punching in the vending machine code. "I'm sorry, Mr. Pines, but I'm not letting a crazy killer triangle get my grandma!"

Ford said, "Even with the worst equipment disabled, the living room's still safer—"

There was a fourth person beneath the tapestry. "Peekaboo."

Soos and the Pines screamed. Bill grappled Ford and his teeth went for his face—Soos and Stan pried Bill off of Ford and flung him out from under the tapestry, and the trio barreled down the basement stairs.

They didn't take off the tapestry and heave a sigh of relief until the elevator door was closed and they were descending toward the basement.

"That was close," Stan said. "He didn't get you, did he?"

"No," Ford sighed. "Thank goodness for that."

Soos said, "Dude, wouldn't it be crazy if like, he bit you, and then you turned into a triangle?"

Stan and Ford stared at him.

"Heh. You know. Like a werewolf?"

Solemnly, Ford said, "Yes, it would be crazy." He turned toward Stan. "Anyway—you were right about his strength, Stanley. I've dabbled in my fair share of martial combat styles during my travels, and—well, if he's a black belt in time travel, then he has the hand-to-hand combat skills of a second grader. He never got a secure grip on me. If I'd had more free space to move, I probably could have broken his arm in three places."

"Whoa!" Stan laughed. "The next time he grabs you, I'll just back off and let you do your thing!"

Ford gave him a wan smile.

The elevator slowed to a stop. Ford strode out first to check the defunct lab equipment, followed by Soos; Stan emerged last, walking backwards, keeping an eye on the elevator as if he feared something was going to come out of it. "So," Stan said, "All we gotta do is stop him before he starts pulling his time tricks in here, right?"

"Precisely," Ford said. "And, if we're lucky—"

"—I won't come downstairs an hour before you, right?" Bill said.

Ford and Soos whipped around. Bill stood silhouetted in the yellowy light of the open elevator, novelty 8 Ball cane in one hand, pointing a familiar-looking laser at the back of Stan's head. Ford frantically patted down his coat's holster, and sucked in a quiet gasp. Slowly, Stan raised his hands in surrender.

"Now I know why you're just a yellow belt, Sixer," Bill laughed. "You never learned how to cheat!" Bill had clearly taken the opportunity for a short break: he wasn't gasping for breath or dripping sweat anymore. But there was still a faint tremble in his arm as he held up the gun.

Ford began, "Bill..."

"No talking, Stanford," Bill snapped. "Remember what happened the last time we played 'hostage negotiator'? I'm not falling for your tricks twice!"

"Falling for my tricks?! After all that you—"

Bill's finger twitched on the trigger. The laser hummed, its lights slowly brightening. "What did I just say! No. Talking."

Ford stiffened, but clenched his jaw shut. Soos said, "I, uh... I think he's agreeing to your terms."

"Good." The laser slowly dimmed. Stan's shoulders sagged. "The two of you—in the portal room. Stanley and I will be right behind you."

While Bill spoke, Ford tugged open a small drawer hidden behind Soos from Bill's view; but finding it had been emptied, he grimaced, exchanged a helpless look with Soos, and nodded.

"Oh, this is too perfect! First I can take out the geek who killed me, the idiot he killed me in, and their giant baby; and then all I have to do is wait for the littler twins to get here so I can deal with them, too!"

Dipper and Mabel were arriving that evening. If Bill stuck around that long, and found Abuelita... And if Melody came over for dinner... Soos shot a sideways glance at Ford. Ford's face was red with rage, but he kept his gaze fixed forward. Soos prayed he was thinking of a plan.

There was nothing of the portal left but some mechanical rubble strewn across the cavern floor. Ford and Soos were feet from where the activation switch used to be before Bill called, "That's perfect—stay right there! You—go join them."

Stan's teeth were clenched and his fists balled, but he didn't turn to face Bill until he was standing at Ford's side. "You're nuts if you think you're gonna get away with this. It's three to one! Hit one of us and the others'll tear you apart before you can line up the next shot."

Bill cackled, voice high and echoing in the empty cavern. He twirled his novelty cane giddily as he said, "Look who's never fought a time traveler before! You think you're facing one of me?" He carefully positioned himself directly in front of the trio, glancing down at the floor as if looking for the right mark to step on, and said, "You're already outnumbered. In a second I'll have a firing squad a hundred strong. You'll be shredded into flesh spaghetti! And me—" His gaze moved from Stan's face to Ford's, and he looked directly into his eyes as he raised his gun. "I'm going to really enjoy killing you a hundred times in a row."

He tightened his grip on the trigger.

The trio braced themselves.

The laser hummed louder.

Bill hesitated.

He glanced from side to side. "Where are the other ninety-nine of me?"

And that was when fifty teenage twins crashed against his back like a tidal wave.

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #soos ramirez #gravity falls #gravity falls fic #bill goldilocks cipher #my writing

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darkphilosophies · 9 months

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Lucien x Reader SFW Headcanons

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In the beginning, he was reserved, cautious. You see when he was a little boy, he was the most lively and affectionate child. He would go straight up to strangers and almost glow with the desire to bathe them with his warmth. The High Lord saw that and hated it, so he took it upon himself to torture it out of him. He almost succeeded. Lucien needed time to get to know you first, but when he did, he gave you his all. He loves to hold your hand when you go for a walk or to randomly sneak behind your back and pull you closer, whispering how lovely you look or how delicious you smell. He has this leisurely way of showing his love, like the gentle caress of the sun in spring or the little forest stream that never goes dry.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

He is not one for first moves, and you found this out the hard way. You fell in love with him the moment you met him, so essentially you started flirting with him and he did flirt back, leaving you a giggling mess more often than not. Years go by and nothing else happens until one day you drink a little bit more of that delicious faerie wine and blurt out, “Why don’t you like me?”. He staggers back, eyes wide with surprise, and replies, “I like you, a lot. I just didn’t think you would like someone like me.”

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He adores cuddling and would pull you into his arms any chance he gets. His most favorite is when winter comes and he lights up the hearth with his fire, to pull you into his lap, snake one hand around your waist, and hand you his self-made molten chocolate.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t cook much, apart from the occasional stew, but he cleans up after you. He always washes the dishes and goes to the market with you for fresh produce. It’s a bit exhausting because he knows all the farmers by name and stops to chat with them, which, of course, means it drags on a while. Good thing, he doesn’t mind eating late.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If you say you want to end it, he will let you be, no questions asked, but he would never leave you on his own. He is loyal to those he loves.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The morning after your first night together, he left and came back a while later with a key. It was for a small room in one of Day Court’s libraries. The room was filled with all sorts of rare books. “They are all for you. Read them or don’t at your leisure.” He had said upon opening the door, and you had dug right in because you just love books. Sometime, halfway through, you came across a book with blank pages and “Will you marry me?” written in Lucien’s handwriting. You took it under your arm, strolled to your suite, and chucked it at his head, because “really, Lucien?”. He simply chuckled, “But will you?”. You said yes, of course, and then you got married a year later in a small but lavish ceremony.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is the kindest, softest person you know. You can count on his presence and his touch to soothe you after a long day. Sometimes, if you have been through something especially rough, he’d draw up a bath for you both, then soap your body with delicate strokes and slowly wash your hair until you are putty in his arms. He will then dry you up and hold you in his arms until you fall asleep.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He hugs you whenever he gets the chance. Sometimes they are a gentle brush of your bodies, but sometimes he wants to crush the life out of you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You were having a little race with the newly purchased Day Court horses when all of a sudden your delightful mare decided to throw you off right into a muddy puddle. Ever the gracious male, Lucien, rushed to your rescue only to start roaring with laughter upon seeing you emerge all covered in brown goo. “Mother above, Lucien,” you hissed irritatedly. “You know I love you, right?” he said still laughing and then realized what had just slipped his lips. He looked at you anxiously, but you threw yourself at him, covering him in mud in the process, and whispered, “I love you too.” He started glowing.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is slightly jealous but hides it well. He trusts you with everything, but above all he trusts you with his heart. Whenever the inevitable blip of jealousy happens, he simply takes you to bed and reminds you who owns you(r heart).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The only way to describe his kisses is deep and passionate. He starts off gentle, but before you know it, his lips have been all over your body and he still demands more.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He makes all the children laugh. It’s not rare to see the High Lord’s heir marching around with a wooden sword, slaying invisible monsters, a group of tiny lords and ladies in tow. His dream is to have a few of his own if you are willing, so that he can take them to the forest and read them stories.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

One morning, early on into your relationship, you woke up to the brightest light burning through your eyelids. You thought it was the sun, but when you opened your eyes, you realized it was the beautiful male laying next to you. He was staring at you, a tiny smile gracing his lips, “You know you’re beautiful when you snore.” You grunted in annoyance and opened your mouth to retort, but his lips were upon yours and he spent that morning and many after exploring your body.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

There is one thing about Lucien that very few know, and it’s that he loves wine and books almost as much as he loves you. So whenever he gets the chance, he pulls you into his lap, sips wine, and reads to you aloud. He has the most beautiful voice - deep and slightly hoarse - and every time you think that you don’t mind spending the rest of your life like this.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took a while for him to open up, but once he did, it was as if a dam burst. He is full of hilarious stories about brave adventures, but amongst the good, there are some dark memories that he dares to share only with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is mostly patient. Mostly, but sometimes he says, “Why don’t you go take a break, and I will do it?” because Mother forbid he gets to coach you through a task.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers it all, which makes you wonder whether or not he has a book hidden somewhere where he writes down observations and important dates. One winter, everything had frosted over, the pond in the royal palace had turned to ice, and you had mentioned aloud how nice it would be to see water lilies. Lucien had simply hummed in agreement, and that was that. Until the summer came a few months later, and dozens of water lilies bloomed in the pond where there used to be none.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your picnic, or perhaps your first dance, your kiss, or that one time you pushed him in the river - he never seems to be able to choose.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He will rip apart anyone who threatens your well-being, but not without your permission. He puts your freedom above all, and even though he is protective, he would never act against your will.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Lucien doesn’t plan, because it all comes naturally to him. He knows you so well that he is always ready with a perfect present idea. He recognizes your moods and has a date night to go with each one. Everything about Lucien is easy, airy, and full of sunlight.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

There are those nights when Helion drags him to town. He usually comes home unbelievably drunk and sneaks into bed only to wake you up, give you sloppy kisses, and tell you silly stories. Yeah, you hate that, and it’s why you let him go every time. Oh, he’s also indecisive sometimes. Never ask him which dress looks better on you, because you will be late for that ball.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is vain, baby. Clothes, shoes, hair — everything has to be perfect, and to you, it always is. Only sometimes you catch him studying his scar in the mirror with that sad gleam in his eyes. He is beautiful to you no matter what, but he never seems to be convinced quite enough.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

“I don’t think there is a me that exists without you.” Lucien once said.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Eris gifted him a shadow hound. Lucien called it “Prick” in his brother’s honor, too bad they ended up being best friends.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Betrayal. He can forgive you anything as long as you remain loyal.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He likes to sleep facing you, his hand gently caressing your face before you drift to the dreamland.

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MY TF2 FURRY HEADCANONS 💥💥[LONG POST]

NOTE: PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT IN CANON THESE ARE A BUNCH OF GROWN MEN IN THE 60S AND NATURALLY THIS WILL HAVE SOME LEVEL OF OOC CONTENT. HOWEVER TRUST MY BEAUTIFUL MIND. I WILL GROW SOMETHING GOOD IN THIS GARDEN. THE DIFFERING COLORS ARE FOR LEGIBILITY AND NOT TO SHOW WHAT TEAM.

SOLDIER : soldier does not know what a furry is. he has a fursuit. he calls it his battle armor. its awful. it reeks. its handmade. possibly made using real fur. hes infamous at every con in the country. hes banned at the one in teufort. he uses his suit to blend in with the other con-attendees because he thinks they are actual, real anthropomorphic animals. he identifies heavily with his fursona and draws it frequently. PYRO : pyro SCOUT : hates them with a passion but if you ask him why he just says 'i dunno.. i just think its kinda weird'. probably out of some desperation for peer approval. but also at the same time itd be really funny if he just didnt care. pick your poison DEMO : demo is like "aye thats a wee bit odd" and then gets in an argument with scout about what his fursona would be because scout is like "with your halloween costumes i thought youd love being drawn as a hyena" (its a maned fox) and then he gives a long drunken (argument goes on for a long time) speech about why hed be . like. a cu-sith or something. ('those things aint even real' 'yes they fuckin are mate ive seen one with me own eye') . if he actually saw someone in a fursuit depending on sobriety and their sona he either wouldnt really care because people can have hobbies or he would start acting buddy buddy because he mistook it for the wulver HEAVY : heavy doesnt really care for that kinda stuff. doesnt see the point in wearing animal suits unless you are camoflaging among the bears in the siberian wilderness in order to get their meat without gaining the attention of the mother. pyro draws him a fursona once and hes like . mm. good. because bears are large and honorable creatures. SNIPER : sniper is a man who lives alone in a camper van whos job is sitting still all day. he would be a furry. see my vision boy. itd be some weird animal too like a reptile or something. he wouldnt be loud and proud about it. he dreams scout finds out in the way a bully finds out about the protagonists dark secret in a high school drama movie and then tells everyone else and then they kill him with hammers and he wakes up in a cold sweat. ENGINEER : engie doesnt bash it because hes glad folks have their hobbies and he can admire the creative skill and ability of the community. pyro draws him as a beaver sometimes (non anthropomorphic, just a beaver with a hardhat, goggles and overalls) and he doesnt mind and it starts becoming his favourite animal because of that. i dont think he'd ever really directly identify with the community though. probably calls them 'furbies' from time to time because he forgets the word. SPY : spy thinks theyre all degenerate freaks and is happy to loudly claim this. he has several incredibly expensive suits and attends cons frequently. hes been here for years. he tries to sneak around it and deny anything to do with them but the team Knows. they all know. MEDIC : i honestly didnt know for him. other mod suggested he has an awful flesh homunculus fursuit that lives and breathes on its own. you crawl inside and its sticky and wet and warm and pulses. doesnt even have anything to do with the subculture.

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