#hawks x Latina reader
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BNHA Their nickname for you | Them
Characters : Katsuki Bakugo | Izuku Mydoria| ★Shoto Todoroki★ | Tamaki Amajiki | Keigo Takami [Hawks] | Dabi [Toya Todoroki] | Hitoshi Shinso
Warning | Grammar error | Not proofread
Type | Bullet Point • Fluff
A/n: I really need to finish this character list 😭 I’ll try my best write them quickly, also I’m still working on some requested works so I’m sorry if I’m slow right now (꒦ິꈍ꒦ິ)
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| ꜱʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ | | Y/N |
✯ Love ✿ ✯ Icyspicy
✯ Princess ✯ Hot stuff
✯ Darling ✯ Candy cane
✯ Peach ✯ Shou ✿
• Shoto never thought about giving you any nicknames. Both of his parents weren’t the most, affectionate couple; so it never crossed his mind. Until he noticed how other couples gave each-other cute nicknames, and so he seek advice from an export at romance.
“Hmmm, well you could call her maybe love? Love is a good start, for relationships starters. ^^” Ochaco advice, and that’s exactly what he did. As he did; it made you shy around him.
• Where there’s a prince, there’s always a princess. Yes, you’ll always be Shotos princess. He calls you Princess when he's in a good mood. And he thinks it suits you very much. Because of how charming you tend to be, you do it without realizing it. <3
• “Hello darling, how are you?” yes, this is a classic nickname he calls you when you're alone. It may be cheesy but, he loves be it. And as for you, you love it as well. You feels so special in a way, when he calls you darling. It gives you butterflies in your stomach.
• Peaches are your favorite fruit, although; you rarely ate them. Shoto figured it was because you didn’t have time to pick some. For you both were way too busy with hero studies to do so. Therefore, he somehow convinced Mr. Aizawa to take him to a peach farm… Perks of being the number one hero’s son.
When you had first heard him say that, you were confused. So when you asked him how he got the nickname, you were surprised and very amused at the same time.
“Aww! You remember! I like peaches! That’s so sweet Shou!”
He only nodded, and there was a stumble small smile when you called me Shou.
| Y/N |
• How do I even begin with this… nickname. Icyspicy? Really? What kind of nickname is this T^T? I can’t even believe how nonchalant Shoto was about it.
He was a bit confused, though; there was surprisingly faint pink hue upon his cheeks when you called out his “nickname”.
“Where did you even come up with that?” He questioned.
“Honestly, I don’t even know. I figured since you have an ice and a fire quirk. I’d give you a nickname that is combined with it.” You smile. He pat your head in amusement.
• “Hey there hot stuff~” You purr in Shotos ear, as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. Okay, now this took him by surprise. He was barely getting used to icyspicy, but now you are coming up with nicknames left and right.
“Where do you get theses nicknames…”
“From my heart hot stuff ❤︎“
• At this point Shoto doesn’t even know nor question, where you get your.. unique… nicknames for him… “Marry Christmas candy cane! I love you!” You say, as you handed him a present and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too love.” He kissed your nose and walked away.
“Hey! Candy cane! You can’t just do that and walk away!” You exclaimed, flustered by his action.
• Shou is his permanent nickname. Out of all the nickname you called him. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, but never came up with anything. You wanted to give him a permanent nickname. One that you could proudly call him out to without embarrassing him. “Hmm…” you thought as you wrote down some nicknames.
You played around with it, until you “accidentally” spelled him name wrong. “Hmm… oh! Opps—wait…” you looked at the writing. Shou… “sounds like shoe hehe.” You giggled as you doddle around.
The next day, you had accidentally called him Shou. He was confused. “Oops! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to call you that—“
“I like it. Sounds cute.” He smiles slightly. You blush a little. “Oh.. alright than,” you giggled.
“Anyways! Shou~ let’s go on a date! I wanna have you all to myself today!” You cheekily winked. He agreed and left to go change. “Oh! Shou!” You called out to him. He turns around curiously. “I love you!” You smile, before running off.
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A/n: Thanks for reading! Have a good day and night! I’ll be working on the rest, so stay tuned! 🐝 👑 2️⃣1️⃣
#hispanic reader#latina reader#nicknames bnha#bnha nicknames#bnha x reader#reader x bnha#mha x reader#bakugo x reader#izuku x reader#shoto x reader#tamaki x reader#hawks x reader#dabi x reader#shinou x reader
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la santa || hawks x reader
summary: hawks has complicated feelings when it comes to you. the fact you're just like him, and nothing like him at all, doesn't seem to help. (cw: afab!reader, reader has wings, small age gap, reader is in college, hawks in his late 20s, smut, 18+. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, wing play, squirting, hawks calls reader kid like twice.)
wc: 2K
tags: @jctaro @kicamiju
a/n: i had latina reader in mind when writing this. hawks loves us sorry i don't make the rules.
Keigo knows the way to your apartment like the back of his hand.
For some unknown reason, you always end up finding each other – or, he finds himself knocking on your window far too often.
It’s raining outside. Not the soft kind of pouring, the one that collides gently against your windows. No, this feels like a storm – as if it’s a warning, as if God himself is mad at you. The power might run out at any moment, so you prepare yourself by placing a few candles throughout your apartment. It paints your tiny home in an orange light, contrasting with the current chill weather.
Walking towards the kitchen, you come across a pair of crimson wings outside your balcony. Instantly, you open the glass doors – as if it’s rehearsed, like you’ve done many times before.
See, you and Hawks have this routine, this dance that only you know the rhythm of. You can’t exactly recall when it started – it’s funny how you can’t remember what your life used to look like before a certain winged hero accidentally came crashing through one of your windows during a fight.
This time, there’s a bruise on his left eyebrow, although it doesn’t look fresh. He’s not looking for your help, that much you figure.
Hawks silently thanks you for not making a comment about how his wings will get your floor wet, or how they might ruin your sofa’s cushion. Your home feels like his sanctuary – perhaps that’s why he always ends up here.
You notice his hair looks shorter now, with a few strands falling just above his piercing hazel eyes. He’s changed since the last time you saw each other, and you fail to ignore the ache in your heart – it’s been, what, a couple of months?
“You could always use the door, you know?” You suggest, breaking the silence. He notices your hair is wet too, you might have just come out of the shower.
He smirks, lips curling upwards. He eyes you for a moment, watching your wings glow under the warm orange light that illuminates your apartment.
Truth be told, your wings were the first thing Hawks noticed about you. Yours are so different from his: soft, delicate – the glowy bluish green makes it look like you’re some sort of faire. Later, he’d learn about your quirk, some sort of butterfly mutation. He notices how you cut holes in the oversized shirt you’re wearing, so your wings could comfortably go through them.
“Now, that wouldn’t be as fun, would it?” His dry laugh holds no humor at all.
You simply smile in return, the need to know why he’s standing in your living room dying behind your teeth. His eyes haven’t left your form since he entered your space.
“Are you hurt?” You ask instead, hopefully subtly enough.
He thinks for a moment, considering where he wants this night to go. It doesn’t matter, however, it always ends up in the same way.
“Nah.” He answers, surprisingly telling the truth.
Despite the kind words and gestures, the both of you have a dynamic that seems like a sword fight. Blades out, quietly waiting for the other to make the first attack. The violence never seems to come, however.
“I’m on sabbatical.” He confesses, avoiding eye contact. Instead, he looks at your coffee table, with textbooks splattered on top of it – your laptop is closed, but you haven't turned it off yet. Perhaps he interrupted your study session. “Forced sabbatical.”
“Ah”
“Yeah.” He continues, wings trembling a bit – probably from the cold water drops. “Still trying to figure out what to do with my free time.”
You let out a chuckle. It’s almost comical, really, this game of cat and mouse.
“And you end up here?” You ask, not expecting an answer. “Hawks, I’m honored you’re looking for entertainment and found me, but it’s a weeknight. I have class tomorrow.”
You move towards the balcony’s glass door, and he notices how your bare legs look in the moonlight. A strong arm finds its way wrapped around your stomach, pulling your wings flush against his toned chest.
“I know.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine, which makes Hawks smile to himself, at the effect he has on you. “Are you willing to skip class and let me spend the night here?”
You don’t answer, but it’s not like you have to. As soon as you turn around, your lips collide against his.
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The power has run out, but it doesn’t stop the winged number two hero from bending you over the couch.
He’s already left a handful of love bites against your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses towards your pantyline. His sharp pearly whites graze against your soft skin, gently. It makes you gasp in anticipation, panties getting wetter by the minute.
Hawks knows your body – knows it better than he knows himself, which might not be saying much. Strong, calloused hands remove the delicate material of your underwear, freeing your body, finally. He discards it near where your shirt lays on the ground.
The fact you’re completely bare and at his mercy doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s still dressed, fully covered. His fingers explore the tip of your wings, which makes you moan – they’re sensitive, and he knows it too well. Perhaps that’s what makes this weird dynamic work so well: he understands you deeply, because you’re equals.
You’re the same thing, in different shapes.
“Y’like it when I play with your wings, huh?” He whispers, voice husky and dripping with lust. You simply moan, hips grinding against his crotch. A whine escapes your lips when his digits find their way towards the base of your wings. “I know baby, I know.”
It’s blissful, all of it. The lust dripping from his voice, his hazy eyes and needy touch. It feels like you’re the only people in the world right now: the city lights aren’t shining anymore, the storm is numbing and the bubble of warmth you’ve created for yourselves only grows bigger.
His lips don’t leave yours, his kiss is all teeth and tongue, all bite and no bark. Your hands grip on his honeyed locks, hard enough to earn a reaction from him – “ah, fuck” – but not hard enough to hurt him.
He shifts, taking his shirt off. Your fingernails scratch his chest, leaving red marks on his soft skin. There’s a new scar near his collarbone, but you don’t ask – can’t bring yourself to do it. The light hair against his skin makes him look more real, more human than ever.
Truth be told, Hawks is scared he might look so average you’ll end up losing interest in him. It still hasn’t happened, though.
“Keigo…” You mewled against his lips, as his hips rut against yours. The friction of his soft sweatpants against your bare cunt makes you only want him more. The sound of his name sends a shiver down his wings. “Stop teasing.”
He laughs. An open mouthed, heartful laugh.
“Teasing? Sweetheart, I’ve barely even started.”
His fingers slowly – awfully slowly – explore your pussy, gently stroking your needy clit. Your hips move against his hand as if you’re some kind of bitch in heat. Well, perhaps you’re becoming one.
Your hands move to his wings, fingertips traveling through red feathers. He chokes, letting out a strangled sound – it doesn’t distract him from fingering your pussy, though. Hawks’ fingers are rapid, experienced – he’s well aware boys your age wouldn’t dream of pleasuring you like this.
He’s well aware he’s ruined other people for you.
“Fuck, kid, straight for the wings huh?”
The ridiculous nickname feels funny on his tongue, heavy with the need to call you something more than that. He wants to call you baby, his lover, his bitch–
“Two can play this game.” You tease, kissing his neck. You leave a mark, one that can be easily hidden but still a reminder of your sinful acts with him.
At this point, you’re not quite sure where his body starts and yours ends. It’s too intimate, too passionate – it almost suffocates you. It feels like you’re drowning in him, losing yourself in his presence. It’s intoxicating, and you need more.
Your hands slowly push his sweatpants down, along with his underwear, and he gets the message. Hawks frees his cock, letting it slap against his toned stomach. The tip is an angry red color, and his balls look heavy.
Unconsciously, you wet your lips, salivating at the sight. You sit up, but he pushes you down, pinning you against the couch.
“Not today, ‘kay?” He asks, and he smiles at the pout forming on your lips. “Just wanna feel your cunt, sweetheart.”
His tip bullies its way through your velvety walls, and you both sigh in relief. Despite his size and girth, the stretch doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Hawks, while playing and edging your pussy, got you ready to take him.
He hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, and your ankle brushes against his wings. The crimson feathers look bigger now, more intimidating. they almost reach the ceiling, creating a perfect barrier between you and the world.
Hawks inches into you fully, balls softly slapping against your ass. You whine as he sets a steady pace, eyes rolling into your skull at the pleasure. His body almost goes numb from the feeling of your tight, warm walls gripping on him like your life depended on it. It almost sends him into sensory overload.
“Who d’you belong to?” He asks, hips snapping against yours. His fingers are pressing harshly against your hips, dipping into the flesh. Hawks’ pupils look sharper and bigger, making his eyes look even more predatory.
“You, fuck, y-you Keigo.” You breathe, soft doe eyes looking up at him like he’s the only thing you know. “Belong t’you.”
Despite the pretty tone in your voice, he doesn’t believe you for a second. He wants that to be a reality so bad, but he can’t bring himself to do it. There’s no way in hell an angel like you could belong to someone like him.
You feel so full, so relaxed. There’s something unique about his touch, something so good about the way you become one. His cock reaches all the right places, the ones you can’t quite reach with your finger – or toys.
Hawks’ body is warm, feverish. His palm finds your neck, slightly gripping it. He sighs, feeling your heartbeat on his fingertips, feeling your breath become slower. Your head feels dizzy, as you get lost in the warm haze of his touch.
“M-more” You manage to mumble, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrusts halfway. “Please.”
He continues moving against you, only this time it’s harder – faster, sloppier. Hawks brushes his lips against yours, eyes boring into yours. You hook your legs around his tiny waist, bringing him closer.
“F-fuck, Jesus fucking Christ.” You’re both babbling nonsense, begging for each other's touch. “You still on birth control?”
You nod, unable to form a full sentence – or a simple yes.
The Earth stutters on its axis as you cum, lightning traveling through your every vein, setting your nerves on fire. Your cunt grips harder on his cock, releasing your juices against his body.
“Ah, Keigo, please. Cum in me, cum f’me.” Your pleas feel like heaven on his ears, making Hawks shut his eyes and let himself release in you.
Everything becomes white noise as Hawks paints your insides white, strips of cum mixing with your juices. It’s messy, and so intimate. He lets his breathing come back to normal before leaving you empty, with a dirty slurp noise.
Your eyes are closer, hair gluing against your sweaty forehead. He thinks you look like a painting, and he hopes he never forgets such an image.
“Did so good f’me.” He mumbles, placing kisses on your cheek. You grin, hands cupping his cheeks. “Missed ya when I was away.”
“Did you now?”
“Yeah. ‘M not just saying that either.”
You smile, looking up at him with fucked out eyes.
“Good. Missed you too.”
He starts to get up, in order to clean the mess you made and take you to your bedroom. You stop him, delicate hands pulling on his strong arms.
“Let’s stay like this for a while, please?”
Hawks considers for a few seconds, realizing there’s nothing on earth he could deny you.
“Sure, kid.”
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I try so so so hard to keep this a non-specific-reader page in terms of appearance and stuff but dear god, Hawks x latina!reader.
#🐇 rambles#not biased by the way#i think about what hed think every time i dance to latin music in my room. embarassing.
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my personal headcanon is that hawks would find his latina!reader chilling with reggeaton music and he would be really into trying to dance to it. he would be awful at it at first, his moves goofy and silly, but he would get the hang of it quickly if you took some time to dance with him <3
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Until This Night (6/?)
Pairing: Riff x Latina!Reader
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: racism themes, swearing, violence
Part Summary: Unwilling to reveal the truth to the Jets and unable to stop their intentions, Riff feels he has no choice but to see their plan through despite the consequences.
A/N: Happy 30th Mike you still look 24 max. lol party hard and go listen to 30/90
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Y/N
As the sun begins to set, I start to close up the shop. Valentina and Tony remain downstairs, finishing up some restocking. The faint sound of Bobby Darin singing fills the otherwise silent space as I flip off all of the lights. I move on to turning all of the chairs onto the tables. My peace is abruptly interrupted by the bell and rapid footsteps stumbling in.
I spin around to find an out-of-breath Riff rushing toward me. My eyes grow wide and I immediately worry the worst. “Riff, what’s-”
“Could I... uh... could I talk to you... please?” He pants and reaches for me.
“Are you crazy?!” I step out of his reach and glance down the steps leading to the cellar. “Valentina and Tony are just downstairs!”
He takes my hands anyway. “Let’s run away!”
“What?” I gasp.
“Let’s get out of here! Just you and me!” He practically begs. “We can go anywhere you want! Let’s just-”
I laugh nervously. “And leave Maria and Bernardo? What if Bernardo knew you were here?”
He cups my face urgently. “I’m not afraid of him!”
I place my hands over his gently with a sigh. As much as I would love to go with him and act reckless, I have responsibilities here. I reluctantly shake my head. My eyes fall to the floor. “No, no, you have to go...”
“But-”
“It’s too dangerous!” I reason with a chuckle. “Do you understand what will happen if he finds out about us? Your Jets, the Sharks...”
“They don’t have to know!” I tries to convince me.
I laugh, stepping out of his hold toward the counter.
“At least not yet!” He explains as he follows. “Not until we have sort of plan!”
I sigh and plop on one of the stools. “Bernardo watches me like a hawk, the Sharks do! And the Jets, they follow you everywhere. We wouldn’t make it to the station before they-”
He slides onto the stool beside me and takes my hands pleadingly. “We’ll figure it out!”
“How? Everything is working against us! We...” My head falls as does my voice. “It’s impossible.”
He tucks his fingers under my chin, urging me to look at him. “Impossible or too complicated?”
I shrug. “Both.”
He lifts my hands and kisses my knuckles, squeezing his eyes shut in the process. He then meets my gaze and his ocean eyes shimmer under the faint moonlight illuminating the otherwise dark store. “I’m not saying it’s going to easy. It’s going to be annoyingly difficult, but I’m willing to deal with that because I want you!”
I shake my head repeatedly despite the desperate urge to say ‘yes.’ I wish it were simple, that we could just get out of here.
He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine.
My eyes fall shut as I ponder the moment, the closeness. All-day I wish we could have a moment like this without having to hide.
“I know you’re afraid... but you have to trust me,” he mutters.
A shaky breath escapes me as I squeeze his hands tighter.
“Please, let’s just go! Life...” He pauses and brings his hand to my cheek with a huff. “It’ll be so much easier if we left this all behind us!”
I swallow hard, restraining myself. “And your Jets?”
“They’ll figure it out without me!” He voices confidently. “Ice can handle things!”
I have thought about it, what that would look like for us. It’s been such a short time, but I’ve considered my life beyond New York and I’ve begun to imagine what that would look like with Riff in it. We could be happy, far happier than we are here, somewhere far from here. We could have a life, a home, a sense of peace.
My eyes flicker open as I brush my fingers through his hair. I lean forward and plant a gentle kiss to his cheek. His arms snake around me and bring me into an embrace. He clings to me and it nearly breaks my heart.
“I’m sorry Riff...” I whisper, leaning back to meet his broken gaze. I struggle to keep my voice from cracking. I caress his cheek softly. “I can’t. My life is here. My family is here. I want to see the world, but.... but I’m just not ready yet.”
Riff’s eyes flicker down to my lips. In a blink, he grabs my face and slams his lips to mine. It doesn’t come close to resembling our kiss from last night or this morning. It feels familiar as though we’ve done it forever, but it’s also filled with desperation and worries me. It reminds me of our first kiss when Riff was unsure of himself. Except now, he knows of my feelings for him, so why the uncertainty? Why the desperation? Why does he want to run? It makes my pulse race with anxiety.
Rapid, heavy, footsteps up the creaking stairs to the cellar cause us to break apart. Riff flies up from his seat and paces away toward the tables, his head hanging low. Seconds later, Tony reveals himself and slows to a halt at the top of the stairs.
Despite his presence, I have to make sure Riff is okay. “Riff I-”
Before I can finish, the boy bolts to the door and disappears into the night. I spin in the stool and rest my forehead against the counter with a light thud.
“What was that about?” Tony asks worriedly. “Was he bothering you?”
I release a deep, shaky breath and do my best to not shed a tear. I rise from my seat slowly and put on a weak smile. “No, no everything’s alright.” I return to my task of setting up the tables for closing.
“Y/N...” Tony mutters.
“It’s fine Tony,” I assure him poorly. “Really...”
I restrain myself and hold back any ounce of emotion that’s demanding to be felt. It’s too soon. Riff and I have known each other for a month and see each other every day, but we hardly know anything about one another but the basics. I... I’m just not ready. How can I be sure if any of this is real or just in my head?
I can’t deny that I feel something when he’s near and forget about everything else when he looks at me. Yet, I can’t ignore the harsh reality that he’s not just any gringo -- which would be hard enough. No, he’s a Jet, the Jet. To be with riff could mean losing my family. I would be betraying them. We have to be smart about this and I’m still debating whether I’m willing to sacrificing everything I love for him... Do I love him or is this just a fickle moment weakness? I don’t know.
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The next morning...
Once the priest closes Mass, Rosalia and I lock arms to head outside with the rest of the crowd. Anita, Maria, and the others linger a few steps behind chatting.
Anita hollers to us. “¡No corras demasiado lejos!” (Don’t run ahead too far!)
Rosalia snickers. “¡Mantenga!” (Keep up!)
I laugh, peering over my shoulder at Anita who sends me a smirk but keeps a close eye on us.
“Pero sí,” I return to my conversation with Rosalia. “Tendré que ver si podemos ir más tarde.” (But yes, I’ll have to see if we can go later.”
“¡El mercado estuvo espectacular la semana pasada!” She gushes. “¡Tienes que intentarlo!” (The market was spectacular last week! You’ll have to try!)
We step outside of the cathedral and the bright sun illuminates us. The warm summer breezes brushes against our Sunday white dresses and makes our vails flow.
Rosalia guides me to the top of the steps to wait for the others as we usually do. “¿Crees que Anita te dejaría ir a la tienda de refrescos conmigo?” (Do you think Anita would let you go to the soda shop with me?)
I laugh with raised brows. “¿Estás bromeando? Sin supervisión? Probablemente no, ya que se sabe que los Jets van allí.” (Are you kidding? without supervision? Probably not since Jets are known to go there.)
“Podríamos correr allí ...” She bites down on her lower lip mischievously and searches the crowd for our families. “Son solo dos cuadras ...” (We could run there... it's only two blocks...)
I giggle briefly check around us for Anita or my sister. I smirk. “¿Qué es esa frase? ¿Es más fácil pedir perdón que pedir permiso?” (What's that phrase? It's easier to ask for forgiveness than it is for permission?)
Rosalia takes my hand and the two of us hurry down the stairs, weaving between people.
Rosalia squeals. “¡Disculpe!” (Excuse me!)
I inhale with a hiss, nearly running into a couple. “Perdónanos!” (Pardon us!)
“Y/N!” We hear Anita shout from the top of the stairs. “Rosalia!”
We giggle and briskly jog around the corner down the alley. The alley is the quickest shortcut back to our apartment building and takes us toward the soda shop. It’s the way our group always takes after Mass to get home without having to deal with the hecticness of the sidewalk on a Sunday.
Amongst our laughter, there’s a sudden whistling. I know that specific dragged-out tune it’s in. I halt, making Rosalia do the same. I grip her hand harder and spin around frantically in search of them.
She wraps her hand around my forearm, stepping closer to my side. “¿Qué es? ¿Qué ocurre?” (What is it? What’s wrong?)
“Up here, ladies!” A voice shouts.
Our heads snap back and right when they do, four pure white waterfalls come splashing down on us. Rosalia and I break apart, cover our heads the best we can.
Rosalia screams and it’s followed by a series of laughs.
The liquid weighs heavy on me and I’m too afraid to open my eyes in fear of what it may be. The last time this happened the paint was so close my eyes that one more inch and Valentina was sure I’d have damage.
As I squeeze my eyes shut and fall to my knees, I scream. “Anita! Anita!” The substance gets in my mouth and I struggle to spit it all out.
Numerous sets of heavy footsteps approach us.
“Help!” Rosalia shouts and I can tell she’s a few feet away now.
“Scared Señorita?” A voice mocks.
I recognize it.
“Maybe she needs to lighten up,” another adds.
“Ice, Action,” I guess.
My words are followed by silence. I must be right.
There’s rattling and the next thing I know a palm is shoving something soft into my face. He smears it around. My screaming is muffled against their hand and the laughter.
The unidentified Jet removes his hand. “There you go, Señorita! Send our compliments to your brother!” Once he speaks I’m certain it’s Ice.
I wipe my mouth clean the best I can and gasp for air. I feel the substance in my hands and I blindly guess them to be feathers. I can still hear Rosalia screaming, they must still be dousing her with them.
“Alright! Alright!” A voice directly in front of me commands with a speck of amusement. “Enough!”
The sound of Rosalia coughing and gasping for the air fills the alley.
Hesitantly, I reach out in the direction of the voice. My fingers soon brush against denim. The alley falls silent as the laughter fades. I glide my fingers up the outside leg until I feel a hand resting on the belt. I rise from the ground to my knees, kneeling. My hand shakes as it slips over the knuckles and bumps against a chain hanging from the wrist.
Riff.
Tears start to wheel up in my eyes. “My brother was right...” I swallow hard and tilt my head up to him, knowing he’s right there. “If one of you was lying in the street bleeding, I'd walk by and spit on you!”
“Y/N!” I hear Anita’s voice in the distance.
“¡Oh Dios mío!” Consuelo’s voice follows.
“Anita!” Rosalia calls.
“¡Que alguien llame a la policía!” (Someone get the police!)
“Yo! Yo! They just said police, man!” Action shouts.
“Shit!” Ice huffs.
“Let’s get out of here!” Baby John panics from above.
Rapid footsteps echo all around me in the opposite direction of Anita’s voice. My hand remains on Riff’s wrist and I wait for him for to run off with the rest.
Instead, he lowers himself to whisper in my ear. “Go to Valentina! Acetone.”
The sound of heels vastly approaching can be heard faintly.
“Boss!” I hear Ice shout from down the alley.
“Remember! Acetone!” Riff repeats urgently.
Next thing I know, he slips from my grip and down the alley with the rest of them. My hand falls to my lap and I sit back onto the ground. I struggle to catch my breath.
“Mija!” Anita’s hands suddenly begin to wipe my face frantically. “¿Estás bien? ¡Lo siento mucho! ¡Siento no haber estado aquí!” (Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I wasn't here!)
“Y/N!” Maria gasps as I feel her land at my side.
“I can’t see!” I whale in a panic. “Please! I can’t see!”
“I know! I know, Mija!” Anita’s voice shakes as she cups my face. “We’ll help you!”
“Rosalia!” I gasp for air.
“Constantina and Francisca are helping her! You’ll be okay!” She assures me.
I cling to Anita’s arms and finally start to sob. Now that I’m with her and the Jets are gone, I feel safe enough to actually cry.
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Anita
I continue to brush my hand over her semi-dry hair in my lap as she starts to fall asleep, finally.
Three hours. Three hours Valentina and I were in the bathroom getting everything out of Y/N’s hair and off of her skin. Her clothes are destroyed and had to be thrown out. A pile of a dozen damp towels scatters the bathroom floor. Feathers cling to the tile walls and bathtub. It’s as though a hurricane stormed through the apartment.
The hardest part was getting her home. If Juano’s mother didn’t force him to attend Mass he wouldn’t have been able to run to the boxing gym to get Bernardo and the others. I wasn’t about to send any of the girls to go get them, not after what happened. I couldn’t carry Y/N home. Who would’ve carried Rosalia? Bernardo and Pepe ran with Y/N and Rosalia in their arms to the apartments while the others ran to get Valentina. Y/N kept saying to tell Valentina ‘acetone’, she was frantic. We didn’t understand what that meant until Valentina understood. It took so many bottles to get everything off.
I couldn’t breathe for a second of it.
Immediately after, Valentina and I took her to bed to rest. Naturally, Y/N was exhausted and humiliated.
Mi pobre angelito dulce. (My poor sweet angel)
Once I’m certain she’s asleep, I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Descansa, dulce niña.” (Rest sweet girl)
Quietly, I sneak out of her steps out into the kitchen where Maria and Bernardo wait. He sits with his head in his hands. When he hears me enter, his head snaps up.
“How is she?” He rushes out.
“She’s been crying for hours.” I settle down beside him, still shaken up. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it with a slight squeeze.
“Maria-” My voice is soft but still manages to crack as I slide the extra bottles of acetone on the table toward her. “Take the rest upstairs to Rosalia, she may need it. Thank God Valentina had enough.”
The girl nods faintly and rises from her seat to head upstairs. Once we hear the front door click shut, Bernardo bursts.
“I’m going to kill them!” He growls quietly to not wake Y/N.
I clench my jaw, starring off at a distant tile on the floor. “Contact adhesive.”
“What?”
“It wasn’t just any glue they used,” I explain, meeting his gaze as my eyes wheel up with tears. “It was practically liquid cement! If Y/N hadn’t kept saying acetone and Valentina didn’t know what to do we would’ve had to cut off all of her hair! Do you know what that would’ve to Y/N? She already feels stuck and like an outsider here! And those boys they... they-”
“They won’t get away with this! They won’t!” Bernardo promises as his face grows red. He flies up from his chair, causing it to slam into the counter with a thud. “I’m calling a meeting with the Sharks right now!” He rushes toward the front door. “We’re ending this!”
“No, wait!” I plead.
Before I have the chance to stop him, he’s already gone out the door. I weep, hiding my face in my hands. Slowly, my arms slide down to the table and I just cry into them.
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RIFF
After the incident, the Jets and I gathered by at the docks. They celebrated our ‘victory.’ I put on a brave face, but all I truly wanted to do was be with Y/N. I lingered for as long as I could and did what I could to prevent severe damage. The boys wanted to use a stronger adhesive, something that would sting when in contact with skin. I couldn’t let that happen, but I also couldn’t let them suspect the truth. If they did... I would’ve lost control of them completely.
When the coast was clear and the cops pulled back on their search for us, I disappeared from the gang. I wandered through the shadows and down alleys, avoiding major points that Sharks or cops would linger.
Again, as I have so many nights, I find myself outside Y/N’s building. Hidden within the shadows of the alley, I peer up at her window. Her bedroom light is off but her window is wide. The sign signals me to check the roof. Sure enough, she’s curled up against the corner of the billboard. A brief speck against the red lights, but I’m certain it’s her.
For the first time, I emerge from the shadows and jog over to the fire escape. So many times I’ve considered climbing the stairs to her window or the roof, to join her, talk to her, see the view that holds her attention every night. Cautiously, I sneak past the many windows on my journey up. I don’t doubt that all of the PRs have heard about the stunt we pulled today. The Sharks, Bernardo in particular, want our heads.
I can’t exactly walk into his apartment, beg for forgiveness and try to convince him that I didn’t really want to do it. I wouldn’t even believe me. After all, I’m supposed to hate PRs and I’m the leader of Jets, I have the ultimate say. When I finally reach Y/N’s floor, I slip by the window beside her’s. For a moment, I catch a glimpse of Anita in the kitchen with Y/N’s little sister. I always wondered what their places looked like, how they differed from ours. Passing by Y/N’s open window, the white lace drapes flow in the breeze. A hint of moonlight creeps in and faintly illuminates the space. An outline of a desk, a shelf, and a bed. For weeks, I’ve passively imagined what her room looked like, whether she had posters or pictures on her walls. There’s no time to get a better look nor can I risk getting caught. Eagerly, I hurry up the stairs to reach the roof without gathering unwanted attention.
Y/N
As I watch the sun disappear behind the skyscrapers, I wipe away the tears that fall down my cheeks. I’m not the first to cry over a boy, but I bet I have a few girls beat for reasoning. Betrayal is one thing, what should this be called? And to think I felt bad for him last night or when I got into a fight with Graziella. He’s the vilest human being to walk the planet.
I feel the platform of the billboard shake briefly like someone’s climbing up. Then, I hear the rattling. I lean to the side to peer over and right when I do, I’m met with Riff. He pushes up one last step and our faces are mere inches from each other.
I scoot back frantically and scream. “Bernar-”
Riff lunges forward and covers my mouth. “No! No! Please!”
“Help!” I scream into his palm then snap my head to the side, taking the chance to yell to the sky. “Help!”
“Shh!” He panics, scrabbling to cover my mouth.
I struggle beneath him, desperate to get him off of me.
He grabs my wrists and forces them above my head. “Y/N, please listen!”
“Get away from me!” I start to kick about, trying to knock him away.
He finally lets my wrists go and sits back with a sigh. “Y/N, please-”
Panting, I rush to my feet and start toward the ladder.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist to stop me.
I spin around and without a second thought, my palm flies across his cheek with a loud smack. “I hate you!”
He winces and his hand falls from me.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I watch him squeeze his eyes shut in pain. He rubs his cheek.
As the frustration and now hatred I have for him is building up inside me, I become overwhelmed by it and march up to him. I start to pound my fists into his chest, releasing weeks of torment and aggravation into him. All the pain he’s caused me, my family, my friends, for once I’m fighting back.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate-” I start to sob and fall into his chest. My assaults weaken into nothing. “Hate you...”
Riff catches me in his arms and keeps me on my feet. He rests his chin on the top of my head and starts to rub my back comfortingly.
“No!” I shove him in the chest, causing him to stumble back. “You stay away from me!”
He reaches for me pleadingly. “Please let me explain! I didn’t have a choice!” His ocean eyes are glossy with tears on the brink of falling.
“You had every choice!” I shout at the top of my lungs, stopping him in his tracks. “You had every choice and you chose to do nothing!”
His features fall to despair and an ounce of me feels guilty for causing him pain, but I have to remind myself he deserves it.
I cry, for once I allow a Jet to see me cry because of their actions. “You’re a coward! I trusted you, for a second I trusted you and immediately you hurt me!” I swallow hard, suppressing the strain in my throat. “And I hate you for it.” My voice is weak and the words become a whisper.
“I lo-”
Not willing to hear what he has to say, I raise my hand for him to stop. “Just go...” I mutter, between my teeth. Unafraid now and filled with the same disdain the Jets have shown me since Day One, I step toward him. He towers over me, but I don’t care. I look him dead in the eye. “And if you see me walking down the street you better cross to the other side or I swear I’ll send my brother and all of his men after you and you alone.”
Riff clenches his jaw, peering down at me with a blank stare. For a moment we stay like this. The faint shimmer of the red letters on the billboard glowing on our skin. Silently, Riff turns and walks away, back to the ladder.
I squeeze my hands into fists to steady the shaking.
He glances over his shoulder, his gaze meeting mine one last time before he begins down the ladder.
He can’t ever make this right, no matter what he says or does to make up for it. He claimed to care about me, but no one who cares for another could ever do what he’s done.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I’ll keep saying it until I convince myself it’s true.
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Masterlist
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CHANNEL GUIDE
Shows for every mood! What do you wanna watch?
Started: 6/27/2021
Last updated: 6/27/2021
GENRES
Drama (Coming Soon)
Comedy
Romance
Reality TV
Feel Good
Game Shows (Coming Soon!)
BY ACTOR (alphabetized)
Amajiki Tamaki
Tenya, Izuku, Tamaki w Chubby Reader
Tamaki x Fem Chubby Reader
Bakugou Katsuki
Class 1A w Brand Deals
Class 1A on Various TV Shows
Bakugou and Shouto Comforting Artist Reader
Bakugou and Kirishima x Artist Reader w Back Pain
Bakusquad + Todoroki Pet Headcanons
Denki Kaminari
Class 1A w Brand Deals Pt. 2
Denki x Chubby Reader
Bakusquad + Todoroki Pet Headcanons
Denki x Reader: Wrong Number
Iida Tenya
Class 1A w Brand Deals
Tenya, Izuku, Tamaki w Chubby Reader
Tenya x Chubby Reader
Kirishima Eijirou
Class 1A w Brand Deals Pt. 2
Class 1A on Various TV Shows
Bakugou and Kirishima x Artist Reader w Back Pain
Shinsou and Bakugou x Sensitive Reader
Bakusquad + Todoroki Pet Headcanons
Midoriya Izuku
Class 1A w Brand Deals
Class 1A on Various TV Shows
Tenya, Izuku, Tamaki w Chubby Reader
Shinsou Hitoshi
Shouto, Shinsou, and Momo x Reader Who Loves Starbucks
Shinsou x Chubby Reader
Shinsou w Chubby Latina Reader
Un Pequeño Malententido: Shinsou x Latina Reader
Shinsou x Second Year Reader
More Shinsou Relationship HCs
Shinsou and Bakugou x Sensitive Reader
Shinsou x Russian Reader
Takami Keigo
Tokoyami and Hawks x Reader w Bird Stims
Todoroki Shouto
Class 1A w Brand Deals Pt. 2
Class 1A on Various TV Shows
Bakugou and Shouto Comforting Artist Reader
Shouto, Shinsou, and Momo x Reader Who Loves Starbucks
Shoto, Denki, Toga x Chubby Reader
Bakusquad + Todoroki Pet Headcanons
Toga Himiko
Shoto, Denki, Toga x Chubby Reader
Tokoyami Fumikage
Tokoyami and Hawks x Reader w Bird Stims
Yaoyorozu Momo
Shouto, Shinsou, and Momo x Reader Who Loves Starbucks
Stay tuned for more...
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**i write for pretty much everyone!!
<3
Fics/ drabbles <3
introductions <3
structure: fic
genre: smut
characters: Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Keigo Takami (hawks) Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) Tomura Shigaraki, Touya Todoroki (Dabi), Kurono Hari x Reader
you meet your girlfriends friends, and they seem to like you.
Dabi breeding you <3
structure: drabble
genre: smut
character: dabi
dabi breeds his civilian girlfriend
Baby brother <3
structure: short story
genre: fluff
character: hawks
you brother is a die-heart Hawks fan
Deserving of dick <3
structure: hc’s into drabbles
genre: smut
characters (separate): Shinsou, Bakugo, Mirio, and Dabi
you just look so good they had to dick you down
stuffed full <3
structure: blurbs
genre: smut, literally no plot, just smut
characters: dabi, hawks, shigaraki, overhaul, bakugou, todoroki, endeavor
just drabbled of being stuffed with cum
Obsession <3
structure: drabble
genre: ???
characters: dabi, overhaul, shiagraki
they all seem to like you so much, dabi has no right bit he doesnt like that.
Headcannons <3
random villain hc’s <3
genre: smut
characters: (most of) the MHA villains
just some random things i can see the villains doing, lol
Mr. Compress kinks <3
genre: smut
character: Mr. compress
the kinks that i think our favorite magician would have
S/o with a impossibly high pain tolorence <3
genre: crack-ish
characters: Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, and Hawks
the shock of having deathly encounters with a high pain tolerance
Black Barn Owl quirk <3
genre: fluffy-crack
characters: Hawks, Eraserhead, Dabi, adn Bakugou
a s/o thats basically an owl
Cute laugh <3
genre: fluff
characters: Shigaraki, Kirishima, Rumi, and Compress
you have a cute laugh that they love
Thicc reader trying to get through a small space <3
genre: crack
characters: Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo, and Shinsou
you hit ‘em with a “do you think my ass will fit?”
Chun-Li reader <3
genre: slight smut and crack
characters: Fat Gum, Aizawa, Dabi, and Compress
reader ha badass legs and they love them
Thicc reader <3
genre: smutty-ish
characters: Dabi, Compress, Aizawa, and Hawks
double cheeked up action
A dare to pick them up <3
genre: fluffy crack
characters: Shoji, Tetsutetsu, Sero, and Bakugo
a game of truth of dare and now you have to pick him up
Valentines day dates <3
genre: fluff
characters: Shigaraki, Todoroki, Overhaul, Kirishima, Hawks, Dabi, Shinsou, and Bakugou
they take you on the prefect valentines day date
Long mission and going feral <3
genre: smut
characters: Aizawa, Dabi, Mirio, and Hawks
they’re so pent up and can’t help but just pounce.
Latina transfer <3
genre: fluff
characters: Kirishima deku and Katsuki
you transfer with a crazy fire quirk
Girlfriend with plump lips<3
part 2 (shinsou, midoriya, todoroki)
genre: fluff, nsfw for dabi
characters: Fatgum, Dabi, Hawks, and Mirio
they really like your lips
Protecting their girlfriend<3
genre: fluff
characters: Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, and Dabi
some poor rando is hitting on their girlfriend
Fem version of their hero costume <3
genre: slight nsfw
characters: Kirishima, Aizawa, Mirio, and Hawks
you wear a female version of their hero costume
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masterlist last updated 05/01/22
x= hc
bold= song fic
italic= prompt list Egyptian Gods
Zodiac Signs
ps: not in chronological order
rules
deku
masterlist
bakugo
masterlist
todoroki
masterlist
kirishima
x loner reader
needy
x cerberus reader
x nauseous reader
x reader in a wheelchair
x drunk reader
x seeing reader in swimsuit/lingerie
x doing kabedon on reader
x reader with no self-confidence
fantasy kiri x mermaid reader
x male alastor reader
merfolk x reader
x mirio’s s/o
khonsu
x short affectionate reader
x reader who wants to impress them
heartbeat
x aerial dancer reader
x chill reader
sitting in their lap
x reader almost burning down the house
x latina reader
affectionate
wanted
kaminari
lemon boy
hot rod
x male reader with tourrets
x oblivious reader
x black male reader
x reader eating lemon rinds
x latino male reader
x popular reader on valentine
x animal crossing date
x tamaki’s s/o
x catching reader doing something stupid
x reader resting their head on someone else’s shoulder
x short affectionate reader
he’s a player
x twitch streamer reader
x reader who accidentally punches them
x korean reader
it’s kaminari’s bday
kpop dancing
x 90′s/00′s karaoke
x chill reader
electric love
x male reader in the support dept
mmmh
affectionate
x turkish reader
iida
x getting caught making out with reader
x bakugou’s sister
dad x reader
x reader who loves the snow
geb
x kenma like reader
passenger seat
sero
x reader with a dark sense of humor
x black male reader
x insecure reader
x kissing reader on their nape
x reader painting their nails
spiderman kiss
x getting taped to reader
x clumsy reader
washi tape
x fake dating
bday
affectionate
supernatural
tokoyami
moonlight
cookies
x reader with telekinesis
x demonic quirk
shinsou
ceux qui revent
x reader with scars
x smoker reader
winning heart
x reader with dark sense of humor
x drunk reader
x getting caught making out with reader
x seeing reader in swimsuit/lingerie
x getting caught checking out reader
x kissing ticklish reader
x reader with a cat quirk
x laughing reader
x reader who takes a punch for them
x catching reader doing something stupid
x kissing reader on their nape
x best friend who’s actually his half sibling
x reader with animal features
x butt dialing
training accident
x short affectionate reader
x reader who got their voice taken away
x reader with black cat quirk
x tsundere reader
x reader drinking straight up lemon juice
x reader who accidentally punches them
birthday
x korean reader
kpop dancing
x 90′s/00′s karaoke
x 1a male reader
i command you
x demonic quirk
x cheerleader
shindo
winning heart
x insecure reader
birthday
the bidding
tamaki
x childhood friends to lovers
daylight
lonely dance
x kissing ticklish reader
merfolk x reader
x reader with a butterfly quirk
x childhood friend reader
x reader with a mirko like quirk
soulmates
x reader who takes a punch for them
geb
khonsu
bast
x cute male reader who always gets love letters
x flirty reader
x cheery reader
x bakugou’s sister
x trans male reader
drunk x reader
x chubby strong reader
birthday
wedding night
come out and play
x creative reader
mirio
merfolk x reader
x reader with social anxiety
momo
bad ideas
x male reader with tourrets
la vie en rose male reader
x kabedon confession male reader
jirou
x male reader with tourrets
x reader in a wheelchair
x male reader who’s like el diablo
uraraka
i don’t really like your boyfriend
x kabedon confession male reader
monoma
x class 1 a reader
x butt dialing
fat gum
seaside rendezvous male reader
couchy potato
x undertale male reader
ra male reader
x male latino reader
just like her father (male reader)
hawks
x childhood friends to lovers
x twitch streamer reader
x reader with braces
x flexible reader
x latina reader
comfort day
midnight
x fav student
x best friend
aizawa
you aren’t supposed to be laughing!
confort
single dad
x fav student
x reader with social anxiety
x best friend
betrayal
x introverted cat lover reader
stretch marks
x tired reader
x latina reader
i believe in you (dadzawa)
present mic
ihy
x fav student
x mute student
x best friend
x male latino reader
all might
i am here
ra
daughter
toga
ra
cute
dabi
somebody else
x getting caught making out with reader
x doing kabedon on reader
x getting caught checking out reader
x laughing reader
x reader with a plant manipulation quirk
the last night
lover of mine
stretch marks
secret love song pt2
I want my real dad back
x flexible reader
x creative reader
too violent
twice
x reader with a plant manipulation quirk
shigaraki
sunkissed
x flexible reader
x latina reader
#masterlist#bnha#bnha x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#kirishima eijiro x reader#kaminari denki x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#tamaki amajiki x reader#shinsou hitoshi x reader#sero hanta x reader#dabi x reader#shigaraki x reader#iida tenya x reader#midoriya izuku x reader#shindo yo x reader
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⋆ GENERAL INFO:
─ when writing your request, remind to put your preferred pronouns. I'm used to write with a female reader (she/her pronouns), but if you're enby, put that u want gender neutral pronouns;
─ if you're going to request something with a reader from an specific continent, please, specify which country I'm going to write about. I'm from latino america, and mostly of the "latina x readers" show pretty diferent things from what my country has as culture. so please, be specific! (ex. I would like bokuto with an taiwanese s/o)
─ if you want to request something as an anon, but still want to receive a notification of when I post your request, u can also request things by dms! if you aren't comfortable with sending me a dm, that's also fine!! you can use an emoji to identify yourself in my askbox (ex. 🌊 anon, 🐾 anon, 🍊 anon)
─ it might take sometime until I write your request. even tho I would love to stay all day long writing, bc is something that makes me really happy, I cant, I'm still a student and online classes are hard to me bc I have strong ADHD, so please be comprehensive :)
─ differently from normal requests, thirsts are always open! u can thirst over someone in my askbox any day
─ this is an x reader blog, so if u request something about a ship, I'll delete your request
⋆ MEDIA I WRITE FOR:
─ boku no hero/my hero academia
─ kakegurui/kakegurui xx
─ haikyuu!!
─ naruto/naruto: shippuden
⋆ CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR:
STUDENTS
⋆ boku no hero/my hero academia:
─ class 1-a
─ hitoshi shinso
─ neito monoma
─ tamaki amajiki
─ nejire hado
PRO-HEROES
─ mirio togata
─ shindo yo
─ shouta aizawa/eraserhead
─ hizashi yamada/present mic
─ toshinori yagi/all might
─ enji todoroki/endeavor
─ keigo takami/hawks
─ rumi usagiyama/mirko
─ nemuri kayama/midnight
─ yu takeyama/mt.lady
─ taishiro toyomitsu/fatgum
VILLAINS
─ tomura shigaraki
─ dabi
─ toga himiko
─ jin bubaigawara/twice
─ kai chisaki/overhaul
OTHERS
─ natsuo todoroki
─ fuyumi todoroki
⋆ kakegurui/kakegurui xx
─ yumeko jabami
─ mary saotome
─ itsuki sumeragi
─ midari ikishima
─ kirari momobami
─ ririka momobami
─ runa yomozuki
─ kaede akamatsu
─ ibara obami
─ rei batsubami
⋆ haikyuu!!
─ karasuno
─ furokudani
─ aoba johsai
─ nekoma
─ shiratorizawa
─ date tech
─ itachiyama
─ inarizaki
─ keishin ukai
⋆ naruto/naruto shippuden
─ naruto uzumaki
─ sasuke uchiha
─ sakura haruno
─ choji akimichi
─ ino yamanaka
─ shikamaru nara
─ hinata hyuuga
─ kiba inuzuka
─ shino aburame
─ rock lee
─ tenten
─ neji hyuuga
─ kakashi hatake
─ might guy
─ asuma sarutobi
─ kurenai yuhi
─ iruka umino
─ yamato
─ shisui uchiha
─ three founding fathers (madara, hashirama and tobirama)
─ legendary sannin (jiraiya, orochimaru and tsunade)
─ omoi
─ temari no sabaku
─ gaara no sabaku
─ kankuro no sabaku
─ minato namikaze
─ kushina uzumaki
─ akatsuki (nagato, yahiko, konan, itachi, deidara, sasori, hidan, kakuzu, tobi, hidan, kisame)
─ rape/non-con. dub-con is still valid, but I'll only write smut with consent from both sides
─ racially or culturally offensive content
─ scat/vomit
─ heavy gore
⋆ WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE
─ necrophilia
─ sexual stuff involving minors
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|[ Rainy day •••]|
The sound of rain can be heard dropping down the ground. The busy stress of Japan slowed down on rainy days. Car unintentionally, splashes the pedestrians that walk down the sides of the road.
Curses of people and honks of horns. You stood by a random complex building trying to leave to go to your apartment and just take a nice long relaxing bath. Although; you were stuck by the entrance of the building.
It was pouring out today, you cursed yourself for not checking the weather app. Including not thinking to bring an umbrella with you. You usually did every day; except today…
You let out an long-exhausted sigh. You stood by and watched as people walk by the pouring rain, umbrellas in hand.
Some run towards their cars. Many ran by a nearby stores for sanctuary form the pouring rain, and some others, they didn't care. They just walked along the sidewalk tapping making small splashes on the concrete, walking home with their hoodies up...
You sigh, as you watched some random couple pass by you. Their umbrellas covering them, their bodies close to one other... with loving smiles on their faces.
You always wonder how being loved…, wanted... , held, by someone close felt like. You never got to have someone like that in your life.
All you had was your grandparents and honestly, you were content with that. Since your parents were no longer in the picture of your life...
You knew running to your apartment complex would be a bad idea. It’s a little further away from where you’re standing at the moment...
You'd just have to wait for the rain to stop.
Usually, it takes....60 minutes...
You huff and stepped back, softly bumping into the building walls. You exhale, and watch the fog of your breath fade into the cool air.
You looked down at your heeled feet, tapping and scrapping the concrete in circler motion.
You did this for about 13 minutes. As you were too focused on your feet, you hadn't noticed a figure had stood by you; waiting for you to take notice of them.
And so, they stood close to your ear; their warm breath tickled your hair.
"Whatćha doing Chickáde?"
Startled, you jumped back and gasped at the sudden warm breath near your ear. You covered it from the source of the voice, and went into defense mode.
but soon relaxed as you realize who it was. You let your guard down and put your hand on your raising heart, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Hawks, you startled me." He lightly laughs and apologizes. "Sorry, I just noticed you standing here as I flow by. So I just decided to stand next to you. To see if you'd noticed," He cheekily smiles down at you.
"It's alright, and as for your question, I'm waiting around for the rain to stop." you looked up at the pouring rain and cringed,
"But...it won't be stopping anytime soon, since it just started..." You looked down once again, watching the splashes of rain hitting the concrete, it bounced a few times; only to hit the floor again.
As you watched, you felt a small cold tap on your head. You looked towards Hawks, wondering if he had done the tapping.
He was too focused on looking up, watching the rain fall. He had felt your staring and looked down at you.
You both stared at each other for a while, you scan over his features; admiring how handsome Hawks is.
His beautiful golden-brown orbs stared down at you, as some of his blond locks of gold; fall down his angelic features. He tilts his head in wonder, as to why you’ve been staring.
You said nothing. You both stayed this way and unbeknownst to both the citizen and pro-hero. They were leaning towards one another.
If only you could capture this picture-perfect moment in a photo, you'd treasure it. It's been a while since you and Hawks had some time alone together.
Ever since a few months ago when the Nomus attacked the city, that’s when he stop visiting. The Hero Public Safety Commission has been working Keigo to exhaustion... so you never got to see him in those hard times. To comfort him, be there for him and mend his wounds.
You didn't want to think about that right now, you were just so glad he was here with you. Standing there, giving you genuine smiles and just feeling safe and secure with you.
As you were both very close to one another, you abruptly jumped back. Straddled at the sudden feeling of something cool dropped or... more like tapping on the crown of your head once again.
Hawks had quickly jumped back worriedly, thinking he had done something wrong; maybe even lost his chances with you...
His wings lowered themselves down in disappointment, but went up in defense when he noticed you confusedly tapped your head.
"What's wrong?" He asks checking for any sort of injuries or something out of place. you looked up at what it was and it was the canopy of the cafe.
It had small old holes, letting the water drip down, there were a few of them near you. You walked backward wanting to avoid the little waters dripping down your head.
You had hit something hard on your back and looked up to see Hawks, "Oh! I'm sorry Hawks, I should have watched where I was going..." you apologized and embarrassedly looked down. "It's fine!" He reassures quickly replacing his serious face with a cheery smile.
You took a step back, giving him space and, ignoring the fact that small drops of waters; dripping down your head. And were rolling uncomfortably down your face and hair.
Hawks noticed this,
You stood by him feeling as if you had the worst luck today, and sigh in disappointment. As you felt the water drop on your hair, you also noticed a shadow above your head as well as a reflection of the color red illuminating and glowed. Warmth, radiating near you as well, and the dropping droplets of water; stopped.
You looked up and saw Hawks looking the other way, you smiled as you saw a glimpse of his ear heating up; the shade of red was noticeable. Too shy to look towards you.
No matter how much of a charmer Hawks was, you somehow always brought out the shyness in him. It made his cheeks flush.
He shields your head with his wing, protecting you from the rain. It warmed your heart at his genuine kindness and gentle attitude toward you. As well as; giving you your space, making sure not to get uncomfortably close to you. For the sake of your comfort.
Although; you didn't mind if he did, even though he was a flirt, he was still a gentleman. You slowly went close to him gently bumping his shoulders, you felt how his body stiffened and his wings fluttered.
If only you knew how much his heart was racing; his stomach felt like there were a million butterflies, just fluttering around. Just for you. For your touch... and only you. He craved for you more than anything. He wished he can voice out, how much these little moments meant to him.
You slowly sneaked your hand towards his gloved one and intertwined your fingers. Hawks softy embraced your warm hand, and gently intertwine your hands. He softy brushes his thumb on your hand, trying his best to calm his racing heart. You both smiled at the action and stayed that way for a while.
"(Yn),"
Hawks spoke. You turned to him giving your full attention. "Let's walk to your apartment,"
"Hawks, it's pouring..." You lightly chuckled, "We also don't have an umbrella," you pointed out.
"Who said anything about needing an umbrella?" You surprisedly looked up at him, Hawks gave you a cheeky smile and and tugged you forward. He then, shields you with his beautiful vermilion wing above your head.
You looked at him gratefully and took his hand. He lightly guides you out the safety of the canopy, with his wing covering your head.
"(Yn)," Hawks soft voice call for your attention.
"Yes?"
"Can I... hold you?" He asks you, hesitantly; looking the other way hiding his flushed face. You smiled sweetly at him, "Sure,"
With your consent, he puts his hand on your hips and pulled you close to him. You shyly look away, but you held onto his arm.
You felt your heart thumping in your chest, your cheeks heated up. You bit your bottom lip softy, trying to clam down. He smirks as he noticed you bit your bottom lip, bur decided not to tease you about it… yet.
You felt safe, happy and felt a sworm of butterflies in you tummy. He was warm and gentle as he held you close. His hand on your hips, as his wing was above you; as you both walked down the pouring rain together, Hand in hand; with warmth and safety.
In a way, you were happy that it was a rainy day. Or else you wouldn’t get the chance to be close to him, as you were now. He thought the same thing. He would gladly be your shield against the pouring rain.
Thanks for reading! Hoped you enjoyed, stay safe and have a good day and night! - 👑🐝2️⃣1️⃣ 🩵
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Book 2 FAQ!
Book 1 FAQ
Beginning of Book 2
Dang y’all, 14 chapters done for Book 2! It’s been a little bit of a struggle to hash them out on time BUT I deliver. I’ve asked, y’all keyboard smashed in my inbox...let’s get INTO IT!
4 KIDS?!
Yep. And all 4 of them are full of personality! I guess I dreamt them up to convey all of the unspoken parts of the My Hero universe (canon or not).
Are the kid’s names in relation to their abilities?
No unfortunately, they’re names are based on their personalities/the major event that happened around the time they were born (no spoilers about it tho! Gotta read book 3 to know why!). Lili Perla is based off of Pearl from Steven Universe and their character type. Iwata El Roca is a nod to Luchador’s names and a character that passed away in the AU to honor them. Tensei Oro is a play on their family position, Tensei was the first born twin and his uncle was the first born, Oro is spanish for ‘gold’ and it’s a play on being first (ya know, because they give gold medals for 1st place!). Hanaka Rosa is a double trope name, Hanaka (Japanese: hana- flower, ka- power) is a nod to the tough girls with flower names in anime and Rosa (spanish: Rose) is a name used in telenovelas as the woman that causes all the romantic tension. I did the whole Japanese first name, Spanish middle name because thats what I want to do when I do have kids.
Why did Mineta have to be in this AU?
I hear you! The thing is that I DREAMT it like this. He’s the slightly incompetent teacher that gets dunked on by the parents. Good news is that he’s single and isn’t as gross in this part of the AU. He’s this AU’s punching bag if you will.
It was weird when you wrote in hate-crime/dorm incident bc I didn’t think about it that way...Why did you decide to explore it?
That part felt important to me to write. Yes the canon shows like actual crimes of different intensities, but not nessatreily hate-crimes done in schools. As you know, being LGBTQA+ in grade school is a terrifying thing to express if don’t want to stand out. The constant fear of peers judging you, bullies hurting you and teachers that seemingly don’t care about you if you come out is enough to silence anybody. Imagine that but in a hero school?! The hate-crime would be a villainous act and the culprit would have to do desperate measures to make sure nobody rats on them to maintain a clean image/record. Plus on the flip side, any ally that stands up for their oppressed peer is hailed the hero but they wouldn’t have to stand up for them if there were real consequences and punishment for the bullies. So in the AU, I wrote it how I’d want such hate-crimes to be handled. Not only justice but also accommodations for the victim.
The Mcdonalds order cracks me up! What is your Mcdonalds order?
I throughly enjoyed the Mcdonalds order part too. It’s a nod to the proposal in Book 1 when they went to Mcdonalds before the peer over. I wrote it to show that the family goes every now and then. My order is: Triple Cheeseburger, Large fries, Large sweet tea, 2 sausage and egg McMuffins & a cone. And yes, there will be a Mcdonalds order for every child because it drives the plot.
Will there be more interactions with the pro heroes from the canon series?
YES! Though old, theres more interactions planned with them. Of course, it’s all in Book 3 (trying not to spoil anything!).
Is it spoiler if you tell us if your kids (or one of them) becomes a villain?
I’ll tell y’all right now....NONE of my kids becomes a villain. It might look like one or two of them might from the way I wrote them but they’re just latina.
Will one of your kids be the next Ingenium?
Yes but I won’t tell you which one. But I can’t wait to reveal it to y'all!
I see all the call-backs to your self insert character’s past...Is it alluding to the conclusion?
I dreamt it as such and I fixed it in writing as a way to come full circle. Notice that Lili didn’t get any of her mom’s past from her mom? It wasn’t until when she confronted her on the couch in chapter 13. Even then, it wasn’t the full story nor did it fill in all the cracks and time skips after her mom’s time at UA. In Book 3, we explore more of the past. The conclusion is yet to be revealed.
How big is that house?!
It’s a little hard to explain? I want to say its big but parts of the house are disproportionate. It’s a two story house with no attic nor basement, 3 bath room, Master bedroom, 2 large bedrooms, office space, guest room, full kitchen, dining room, large living room, three car garage and a decent size backyard. What I’m trying to say that it’s big enough for that chaotic ass family.
Where’s Aizawa?!
Let the mans rest! He’s alive but he’s busy being a grandpa and taking naps.
Canon villains OwO?
Y’all ate UP the Dabi surrender in Book 1 and his little mention in Book 2. But in this AU (not to spoil anything to anime only and manga dabblers) the League of Villains are still rampant but dispersed. In Book 3 (and part of Book 4) they pop in to drive the plot from a canon storyline. In the series, the rookie Hawks has been seen as a double agent and exposes a corrupt Hero Society. Same concept but in this AU, Hawks has gone missing when he failed to kill Best Jeanist. Here’s where the kids go into play BUT more on that as the plot progresses!
I really want to see art of these OCs! I wanna see how Iida’s genes transferred over to his kids!
I hear y'all! I’ve slid into DM during commission windows and have the means to pay for some line art at least...but with no responses. I’ve got my self insert character done in this post if you wanna check it out plus the artist was super sweet during the whole process. I may commission them again when they got a window of commissions open. But I may do a lineart of the kid’s faces in the near future.
What if....hypothetically....Shinso stayed?
Oh boy, okay so the Shinso stans have BOMBARDED my asks since the last arc of Book 1. So what if Shinso stayed...obviously I wouldn’t have 4 kids, just the one that we were gonna have. We wouldn’t be married and overall just be loveless the more we see our friends get married and start families. The company would still be there but delayed by 5 years or so. Our son would grow up to convince me and Shinso to separate when they get at around High school age. Tenya still wouldn’t have said anything but done the reunited part differently. I would’ve considered cheating but morals would’ve stopped me. Eventually, when our son decides to move out, we’d stay as housemates and basically die alone....aren’t you glad this AU isn’t such a downer?! Luckily things are patched up with my self insert and Shinso, because he comes into play in Book 3!
Eri Nurse! In your AU!
Yup! I’ve actually read some NurseEri! AUs on twitter and Tumblr (btw, some of y’all that like my posts have good taste in fics!) and it manifested in my dreams and created UA Nurse Eri. She shows up a few more times in the AU, so don’t fret if Eri is your fave.
Is it okay if I follow you on a different platform? Do you have another social media that I can follow you on?
You can follow me on Twitter (@oketsusama). It’s my personal twitter that I repost memes and get my news from. So it’s not as poppin as my Tumblr, but at least it’s AU free over there lmao.
What’s you favorite rare pair in the My Hero canon storyline?
Oh! and DON’T hate me, but I stan the Sero x Iida rare pair! There’s crumbs of the pair on twitter and here but the ones that I did read got me in tears. If you haven’t seen this tag on twitter and Tumblr, DO IT! The one on twitter had a lot of angst in it and it got me HOOKED on some of that goofball with their geeky partner energy.
Not a question, but I like your //Palma-sama Speaks in the tags. They’re funny and makes your posts that much more personalized.
I will cry! Thanks for reading that far! I like doing the ‘talking in the tags’ thing to basically point out the callbacks to new readers that stumbled upon that chapter of the AU.
How long is this AU?!
It’s quite long BUT the ending is marvelous, trust.
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Thanks for reading! That’s all the asks for now, keep asking them! I love reading them. Next is the finale of Book 2! Everything will still come out 2-3 days of each other until further notice. Stay safe, drink water!
-Palma-Sama
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What are your headcanons for Omi, Clay, and Raimundo in reference to MW? If you don't get the chance to fit everything into your story, would you consider writing one-shots to go along with it? What was your inspiration for writing MW, aside from wanting a Jack Spicer redemption? What's your writing process? How long have you been writing? Are there other fandoms you're into besides XS?
This is going to get LONG and I don’t want to split it up because internet is bad here so apologies In advance but here we go:
What are your headcanons for Omi, Clay, and Raimundo in reference to MW?
I’ll start writing them and posting them as soon as I finish answering this one. It might take a bit, but you’ll see them up in a few hours or so.
Believe it or not those headcanons help me a lot when it comes to figuring out characters. So thanks for asking! I appreciate it.
If you don't get the chance to fit everything into your story, would you consider writing one-shots to go along with it?
Hell. Yes.
There is SO much I want to do. I want to write about how each Dragon found their element. I want to write ALL OF THE SHIP FUEL for Jack x Jermaine x Timber. I want to write about them having little mini episodic breather adventures in lots of different countries and cities, I’m talking Mumbai, St Petersburg, Venice, Paris, Capetown, Aguascalientes, Melbourne, everywhere! And maybe run ins with villains, for no reason. I want to write about them teaching each other about their strengths, like Jack explaining science to Jermaine and Timber or Timber teaching them two city boys how to fish and forage for food.
Also more moments of Jermaine reigning these two natural disasters in and teaching them how to be actual people. Because that’s always fun.
I want to write little moments between characters in Team Xiaolin during their quest to track down Team Spicer and I want to write moments between Seon Yeong, Rai and Kim as a trio. I want to write post-MW! Fics between characters and how they learn and grow after the events of the story - especially Kimiko and Timber as total opposites and the only two girls on the team. And I really want to write a ‘beach episode’ where Jack, Jermaine and Timber just end up warping to a tropical area and just have fun for once.
I want to write solo fics about Jack and Jermaine and their personal struggles as they grow up with their own troubles prior to MW!
And a part of me really, really wants to start posting a mini fic about Timber’s life in Silent Harbor, to show her slow, sad descent into the troubled teen she has now become and as a build up to the events of Chapter 6 of MW! where she runs into Jack for the first time. It would be SO spoiler-y though.
There’s a lot that might not fit in MW! And I would definitely write a bunch of mini stories. I don’t know who would be interested in reading all of that, but I might do it just to brainstorm ideas and explore character interactions.
What was your inspiration for writing MW, aside from wanting a Jack Spicer redemption?
I’ve been wanting to tell a XS story since I was a kid! This show was my everything! The characters were my everything. And even now it holds a special place in my heart. So the drive to write something for this fandom has always been there.
As for MW! itself....I’ve always had a fondness for Jack Spicer. I’ve always wanted him to find some semblance of happiness and have someone there so he’s not alone. And a long time ago, that someone became Timber.
But Timber wasn’t who she is today. She was Latina, and Californian, and a bubbly pink ray of sunshine and positivity. And Jack had a crush on her and she was his bestie and she was essentially an overly competent sidekick for him and then Clay had a crush on her and she was the Dragon Of Wood and Jack was the Dragon Of Metal and he was going to sell his soul to the Heylin side to finally earn Chase’s approval and she was gonna save him from himself...well, you get the picture. And I liked her a lot, and I still miss that version of her sometimes, but...she wasn’t interesting enough. And there wasn’t really a story there. At least not much of one. What was there could have been interesting on its own, but it was pretty self indulgent and I don’t think anyone besides me would have enjoyed reading it. And that’s no fun.
Then I had the idea to somehow bind Timber, an innocent civilian girl, to Jack through magic by having her make the idiotic mistake of betting herself in a Showdown with him over a Wu that was hers and then lose, and then essentially being dragged along on all of his adventures and slowly becoming friends with him while hilarity ensues. Then I had the idea to make a game breaking Wu that just...caused trouble. And the story then became about Jack accidentally dragging a civilian girl along on a warpy portally adventure with that Wu and run into all these villains as they become friends.
But when I did this, it didn’t feel balanced. I had someone on the Heylin side and I had someone who was Neutral. So then I needed someone as a buffer between Jack and Timber so they didn’t kill each other and to represent the side of Good aka someone who was Xiaolin.
And then Jermaine came along!
And as I developed the story more, I realized I wanted to tell something serious, and have all the characters grow and play off of each other and talk about the XS universe and answer questions and give everyone this big, long journey and great trial and give Jack actual character development and actual friends/love interests and have someone from Chinese Mythology be the Xiaolin’s ultimate adversary and Jack’s final test of character. And along the way, MW! was born.
And I’m really grateful for that.
What's your writing process?
Usually first I write up a few ideas of what I want to happen, like the general flow of the chapter. Then I make a chronological skeleton of dialogue, and I tweak it until I’m satisfied. Then I write the rest of the stuff like actions and descriptions.
One of my flaws is being redundant. Another is being overly wordy. So after I write it all out, I try to trim it down and tweak it as best as I can until these flaws are no more (I sometimes skip stuff) and then I just play around with the chapter until it feels right. It has to strike an emotional chord with me and get me excited to write it before I publish it. If I don’t feel that spark, it doesn’t go up.
I had a few people in the fandom volunteer to be beta readers, but my chapters are so long...so right now it’s just a couple of my closest friends who are looking at it, the main one being my friend CVD, who also wants to be a writer. She’s got a good eye for what does and doesn’t belong and I’m forever thankful. My other two, Trinket and Papillion, look over it and help let me know how they feel about things so they’re also a big help. So shoutout to you guys!
And then after all that noise, my stuff goes up.
However, my older chapters could use one final spellcheck and revision so I’ll eventually go back and polish those up a bit. Typos man. Typos....
A lot of times I’ll also take breaks to do some research and find inspiration music. Honestly there are days where I can’t figure a character or a scene out until I find JUST the right song for inspiration. And since a lot of characters in my fic are from a different country and cultural background than mine, I’ll do plenty of research to try to stay true to who they are. I’m doing a lot of research on the Bedouin tribe and its history and looking for a lot of pretty Middle Eastern music right now, for example. YouTube is a great resource for these things! Bless the internet!
How long have you been writing?
Since forever! I’ve always been making up stories in my head! And they’d get elaborate too! I’ve built so many worlds and characters just by playing around as a little kid, I can’t even begin where to start talking about them all. As I grew, I started to write them down and now I want to get serious about it! Besides Monkey Wrench!, I want to write a fanfic for the Ducktales 2017 fandom and the Black Butler fandom, and I have two original novel ideas I want to write out and get published. It’s my dream to make stories that other people love and that inspire others to learn, write, make stuff and have adventures and stuff. Literally my dream is to make stories that get a buttload Of fanart and cosplays and fanfic and just...move the world for the better somehow. That is my highest goal rn. Being a published and famous author.
Are there other fandoms you're into besides XS?
Hell yeah! Although I do tend to have periods where I hyper fixate on one at a time. Besides Xiaolin Showdown, I also like Gravity Falls, Storm Hawks, Steven Universe, Star vs The Forces Of Evil, and Ducktales 2017. There were a lot more in the past, such as Teen Titans, King Falls AM, The Boondocks, and Samurai Champloo, but I haven’t been very active in those fandoms as of late.
I really need to get into Tangled: The Series, OK KO, Victor and Valentino, and Craig Of the Creek. They all look phenomenal, I just don’t have time to get into them all yet.
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|[ “𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 • • • ]|
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who would hold you by your waist and guide you through a crowded place because “befriends” are helpful to their short friends •••
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who is the most supportive friend out of all your friends. Always there when you need him, always here to cheer you on when you win first place or comforts you when you place last on your finals.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who holds your hand as you walk around the park because your short and are able to get lost very easily due to your short figure.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who embraces you at any moment because he craves for your attention and physical contact. He can’t go throughout a whole day without at least one hug from you or even a kiss on the cheek like “Besties” do, he says.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who kisses the palm of your hand because he’s a gentle man and wants to impress you with his charms. Knowing it worked with your flustered attitude as you shyly draw circles with your foot on the ground.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who twirls small strand of your hair leaned on the wall as you both wait to the side of the café for your name to be called. He whispers in your ear that he’ll share his half of his cookie he ordered, if you shared some of your frappé with him. As you agreed, Hawks smirks for you didn’t realize you’ve shared an indirect kiss with him because he’s smooth like that.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who smoothly yet secretly takes you out on dates calling it a “hang out,” just to spend more time with you.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who drops all of what he’s doing when you call him calming “it’s an emergency!” and that you need him with you ASAP because he’d do anything for you, even if it’s small or large troubles you are going through. Or if it’s nothing at all, he just wants to be with you.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who soon release that he’s head over heals fond of you and is now devoted his life to you and it will always be you.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who didn’t realize he was staring at your lips as you spoke of that amazing dream you had one night and remembered it because it reminded you of him.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who “accidentally” passionately kisses your lips and embrace your small frame protectively. He travels kisses down your neck, for he couldn’t help but think you looked so dame good in red; with a shoulder off blouse you wore that day.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who is able to call you his and voice out his love for you, because your his reason to continue his profession as a pro hero. Even though he wanted to quite in oder to freely be with you.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who will always adore you for who you are on the inside, your heart because thats what he strives to protect with all his might. That also includes your physical and mental health.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who over the course of your years of being in a healthy and happy relationship finally gets down on one knee because he knows he want to be with you for the rest of his life.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who is happily married to you for years.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who find out there’ll be 3 baby birds in his life and cries a little because he always wanted to be a dad for awhile. He promises he’ll try his absolute best to make you all happy and safe. He peepers kisses on your little growing bump and nuzzles your small bump.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who is finally happy to be set free of his cage called the HSC and is heading towards the future with you and 3 little birdies all besides him.
“𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 who got to grow old with you happy and passed on with you to the next life knowing that you’ll be there waiting for him as he reunite with the love of his life. His best friend, his lover, his wife.
A/n - Thanks for reading, Hoped you enjoyed! Stay safe and have a good day and night 🫶 - 👑🐝2️⃣1️⃣
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Bubbles🫧 |Keigo Takami
Theme : Fluff | bath scene (non-sexual intimacy)
Also Posted - Wattpad | a03 Suggest you read this series |•Drabble•| (along with some of my other works) posted on aO3 & Wattpad, which ever your most comfortable with ^^ - QB🐝 b/c I have a glitching problem at the moment…)
Warning : grammar error | not proof read
Imagine series here!
Imagine this…
• Your cuddled up in a warm hot tub, your back against your lovers chest. Keigo draws hearts on your tummy, that forms a small little bump and there lives a little life in growing each day, while he placing small kisses on your neck. You hum with pure happiness, butterflies swarming in your tummy
• You slightly twist your neck facing him. He looks down at your with loving eyes, He kisses your temples and stays in that position enjoy the small peaceful moment you two have together. With no interruption, no evil lurking around, just peace and quite. The both of you, nice and relaxed
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The feather series🪶
• A series with Hawks S/o and what she do when she’s left alone with one of his feathers to keep her company ^^
• Request are open please keep the request appropriate and if possible, short | Note this most likely will be a short series but who knows 🤷♀️ - 👑🐝
Official series book Here! • paisley175 WP
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬
[•• 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • • ]
Additional Warning: Cursing, grammar errors, mention of sexual theme
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(𝐘𝐧) 𝐏𝐎𝐕
The sound of the falling rain. Jazz music playing in the background, outside of the brothel house, can be heard. I felt so numb, sitting on the old wooden window nook. Starting outside my window; away from the now-ignored book in my hand.
I sighed looking down at my book, as I ignored the disturbing sounds of moaning next door. It made me feel uncomfortable and disgusted… I felt disgusting. How did I end up like this? … Where did I go wrong? … Why? Why was it like this?
I wish I had never met her. Oh, how stupid I was; so, blinded by desperation for money. If I hadn’t met her, Madam Giselle; also known as the manager of this dame, forsaken whore house. Though, I had to survive somehow; how else would I have “Live”?
My life could have been different… I could have lived a normal life, a life that I could've been proud of. However, those dreams of living a “normal life” are now crashing down to the damn ground. I can kiss those dreams goodbye, cause it’s never coming true; this is the real world, and I live in its ugly part of it-
“Hey (Yn)! Get your fugly ass outside now!” My thoughts were interrupted, by the banging noise of my door. The sound of my co-workers' voice, I heard her scoff as she walked away and proceeded to bang on the other girls' rooms.
I groaned in annoyance. Swinging my legs, I stood up from my seated position, walked towards my door, and swung it open. I turned my body to see Lola walking back to, where she came from, in my direction. “What is it now Lola? Didn’t get enough di-“
“Such the fuck up (Yn), ugh you're such a bitch!” She insulted, rolling her eyes as she walked away, ignoring my rude remark. I stretch my arms and roll my sleeves, cracking the uncomfortable knots in my shoulder.
I sighed in relief and follow behind her; as the other girls came out, some yawning and some looking exhausted as ever. As for the others… well, they looked normal; although, they were curious as to what we were all doing. Which, we’ll find out soon enough.
As we all walked down the squeaky old staircase, we heard mumbling in the kitchen. Peeking out from the corner, we noticed that Madam Giselle looked frustrated, sitting in the kitchen seats; papers in hand. It was quiet, until Ava cleared her throat, getting our Madams' attention. "You called?" She questions.
Madam Giselle sighs, she stood up from her position and walked around the table. Leaning against the table, she looks down at the ground. "We going to lose the house."
All the girls were in shock. Panicked; we started questioning her. Madam Giselle stood up straight, walking away from us. "What the hell is the meaning of this? do you mean 'We going to lose the house' what the fuck is going on!" Loal angrily questions our Madam.
"It's just as I said, we gonna lose the house." She answers, nonchalantly but, you could tell that there was a slight worry in the tone of her voice.
"That doesn't answer my question!" Lola follows our Madam towards the door, and we all follow along with them.
"There is no time for questioning me Lola, I have to go."
"Go where?! down in hell! or up your ass!" She angrily shouts. Madam Giselle turned around, furiously walked up to Lola, and slap her hard across her face, leaving a faint red mark. "Don't you dare talk to me that way, or I'll throw you out in the stress!" with that Madam Giselle walks up to the door, swinging it open.
As she did, she noticed that two girls were standing in front of her. They looked as if they were about to knock on the door. Madam Giselle slowly exhaled, putting on a fake smile she asks, "Hello, what can I help you with?" The girls looked at each other and sighed,
“Who’s asking?” Madam Giselle questions, crossing her arms; tapping her foot.
"Well, we'd like to work here!" The blond-haired girl enthusiastically states, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Madam Giselle was flabbergasted.
As she was about to say something, Lola started laughing. "What the hell is wrong with them working? here? out of all the places, fuck!" She says surprised and very frustrated at their answers.
I don’t blame her though; who’d want to work here? The girls including me, sure as hell don’t want to. So why would they?
If only they knew... how much of a horrible idea this will be. They’ll never be able to get another job because of this one, people with look down on them; disgusted, and most likely try to use them.
Others will stay clear of them thinking they’ll get “tainted” by their germs. Ah yes, don’t even get me started with the germs. These girls obviously aren’t thinking this through…
Their reputation will be all over once the documents are signed and done with. “You bitches are crazy,” Lola states disgusted at their crazy decision. I don’t blame her though; I would do the same.
Lola must’ve been very disturbed, that she actually had to sit down.
“Alright! That’s enough chit-chat,” Madam Giselle clapped her hands, getting all of our attention on her. “You’re hired! Both of you. Now with that being said, I have to go. I’ll be back soon,” Madam Giselle announced,
“Girls, I want you all to go wash up and clean the house a little, we got company coming over. I want the house to be spotless!” And with that being said, Madam Giselle took her leave. Leaving the girls with us, but before Madam Giselle could leave for the city she peeked her head to the front door.
“Oh! And Lola, since you want to give me a dame attitude, you're in charge of showing the newbies around.” Lola was okay completely shocked, prior to that she got irritated and was about to question her.
As I saw the scene go down. I had mistakenly let out of small chuckle. Making fun of Lola’s unfortunate situation she put herself in.
Although; I should have just kept my mouth shut, it had reached both Lola and Madam Giselle. Before Lola can comment, Madam Giselle beat her to it.
“(Yn) since you find this so amusing, assist Lola with the girls. Oh and take them shopping later, they're gonna need it.” And with that being said she took her leave. Leaving an irritated Lola and two nervous girls.
“See you when you get back Madam Gisele!” One of the girls in the brothel shouts as the rest of them took their leave. Leaving me with two nervous girls, and an irritated Lola.
I sighed “I should have kept my laugh shut..”
“Ugh!” Lola shouts in frustration. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, crosses her arms, and sarcastically state her welcome.
“Welcome to the whore house sluts.”
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A/n Thanks for reading! Hoped you enjoyed. Stay safe and have a good day and night - 👑🐝 ❤︎
If I’m being kinda honest I’m nervous on how this series will turn out, but I’ll try my best to make it as interesting as possible 🥲 good luck to me
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