Azzy

[azraelavain]

Freedom Awaits 🪶 pt 2

pt 1

The next two weeks were hectic. Keigo was moving up in ranks almost immediately after bringing you home. The News story of him adopting his younger sibling giving him a new wave of fans and a boost in the ratings.

You were sitting on the couch, having already put up your pullout bed, and watching TV. The news channel. It wasn't all that interesting but it was something since you weren't allowed to go outside without Keigo, after giving him a heart attack when you went to a nearby gas station for food.

Speak of the devil, the man stumbled out of his bedroom to the living room area. His feathers were neat but messy, as if he only put half the mental energy it took into preening them.He rubs his eyes and yawns before he sees you. He notices the TV next and a kind, sleepy smile crosses his face as he wakes up fully. He walks over and leans against the back of the couch.

"Finally deciding to watch TV?" He asks, tilting his head as he looks down at you, who was sat back straight on the couch. You tilt your head back to see him. You nod. He ruffles your hair gently before glancing at the TV.

"Why the News, kid?"

You wait a moment, glancing at the TV then back at him. You shrug as he takes the remote and switches the channel to something more colorful. In sheer shock and fear, you jumped over the couch and hid behind Keigo at the sudden sight of a moving drawing of a yellow square with a obnoxious laughs comes on.

"What the hell is that?-"

You ask hurriedly as you grab the back of his shirt, peaking out to look at it as the yellow square starts dancing. You sounded so genuine Keigo didn't know what to feel, whether he should laugh or be concerned that you don't know what cartoons are.

Then again, you were raised in a facility since almost literal birth. You didn't know about a lot of things kids your age did. Cartoons, coloring books, or games in general. Keigo puts a hand behind your head and kneels down to your level.

"Hey, it's alright. It's just a TV show called a cartoon. It's something kids your age would typically enjoy, I think." He chuckles lightly, having been six when he himself was recruited by the HPSC.

You look at him with the trust only a child can give. A trust a child should be able to give, but you don't have that ability. You have deception and perception, but you still trust him.

You nod and look at the TV again, still uneasy, "So.. it's just a television program?"

You ask, looking from the walking yellow sponge and pink star fish to your brother. He nods and makes a 'mhm' sound.

"Well if you want to sound old about it, sure, c'mon. I think you'll like it."

He stands and uses his hand on your head to bring you back to the couch.

"Here, sit. I'm going to go make breakfast then after we eat we can head to my agency."

He explains and you nod before turning your attention back to the television. Keigo smiles and walks to the kitchen to make some breakfast. True to his word, after you both have eaten, Keigo makes sure you're dressed nice as he gets in his hero costume.

You are sat on the edge of his bed, already dressed in a hoodie that you both bought at a thrift store, Keigo ordered you custom clothes for your wings but they wouldn't be in for another week. So for now there were two holes cut in the back of the hoodie. You finish tying your shoes as Keigo dramatically turns around, pushing his glasses up.

"Well, how do I look?"

He asks, sardonic as ever.

"Like stained glass."

You reply with the straightest face ever, hearing the sarcasm in your own voice. Keigo looked escounced before chuckling and patting your head again.

"Brat."

You get up off the bed and follow him to the door. He offers his hand which you take.

"Do you want to fly or walk today?"

He asks. You think for a second before glancing at the clock. You look back at him.

"Fly."

Keigo nods and you both walk out of the apartment and leave the building.

You land on what was supposed to be a helicopter pad that Keigo had made turned into a landing pad for himself, and now you.

You could see his secretary inside, tapping her foot impatiently. She heard you both land and turned to face you.

She was a stern young woman who was always dressed nicely with slick back dark blue hair and brown eyes that glowed yellow when she used her quirk of night vision. She had made a deal with you when you first arrived with Keigo at the agency, you don't bother her and behave, she gives you five dollars at the end of the day.

Money is money, who are you to argue with unhealthy parenting?

Keigo just smiled at her, seeming relaxed as ever. You say nothing. No smile, just your eyes finding hers.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've called you, Hawks?" The secretary asks the moment you two step inside.

"Ah, c'mon, Pigeon, how serious could it be for seven in the morning?" Keigo asks, sitting in his office chair, wings spread behind his back.

You give the man a unimpressed look at the nickname that you knew was supposed to be provocative. It was also disrespectful to her as she was just trying to do her job. And yet you say nothing.

Maybe that makes you a coward. Maybe it makes the situation better for not adding fuel to the embers.

"Would the number two hero Endeavor and his youngest son be considered important to you, sir?" The secretary asks cooly, not allowing Hawks' lax behavior affect her. "Because they are wanting to speak with you and [Name]."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the way Keigo sat up. It wasn't a hidden fact to you that the top hero was basically a idol to your brother.

This is going to be a long day.

You think to yourself as you sit on the couch and wait for the inevitable of Endeavor barging in with his son.

You knew Endeavor had children, but you never heard anything about them. As if he's ashamed. You didn't like the thought of that. It reminded you too much of your old mentor from the facility.

White walls, black marble floors, a torn up training dummy. Red feathers sticking out from where's its head used to be. A disappointed palm striking your face for being to slow and unprescise.

Your eyes look up from the ground to the door to see Keigo standing there, opening the door for a very large man to enter and then a boy around your age. Bicolored hair. A huge scar on his left eye.You study him for a moment before he looks at you and at your wings.

It's not unusual for people to stare at them, you've learned. You study each other before you look at Endeavor again. He's in his hero costume.

"Hawks, about time you let us in." Your eyes narrow at Endeavor's tone as you get up from the couch to go stand beside your brother as he greets his college. He introduced you then squats down to wave to young boy.

"Hey kid, I'm Hawks. what's your name?" Keigo asks.

The boy looks at his father. Endeavor nods and the boy looks back at Keigo.

"My name is Shoto Todoroki, I am Endeavor's son. My quirk is Half hot-half cold."

His voice his flat, divoid of child like joy. Like yours. Keigo clears his throat at the surprising straight forwardness of the boy.

"Got 'im well trained, don't you, Endeavor?" He asks the tall man, standing up straight once more.

"Yes. I see yours could use more critique." The number two pro hero states, looking at your attire with critical eyes. You couldn't fully blame him, you did look a bit scruffy with your hole cut hoodie and shorts.

You feel Keigo's hand come to rest on your shoulder opposite of him.

"Hey now, leave the kid alone. If you're going to criticize anyone, criticize me. But, rudeness aside, I've gotta ask. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at your own agency?

Keigo asks as his secretary leaves, rolling her eyes as she goes. You know exactly why and can't blame her. Endeavor speaks.

"Well, it's simple you see. I wanted to see who's successor will win in a head to head fight."

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Author's notes: after many screw ups, I present to you part two of Freedom Awaits! This took me a few days lol. I'm so glad people wanted a part two of this. And, I'm curious so I'll just ask should I make this a Shoto x Reader or should I make a villain OC in the future for this AU? Anyways, let me know what you think and I hope you have a amazing rest of your day/night! I'll edit later

[azraelavain]

I need inspiration and I'm bored

What fandom should I write for? Please request specific characters

Hunter x Hunter

Bungo Stray Dogs

My Hero Academia

School Bus Graveyard

Gravity Falls

How to Train Your Dragon

The Cruel Prince

Miraculous Ladybug

Voting ended onMay 29

[azraelavain]

Freedom Awaits 🪶

Part 2

Being thirteen years old and seeing the sun for the first time was a sad thing. You'd never experienced a normal childhood, the closest thing to normalcy was your older brother, Keigo Takami, and even that was small from how little he was around due to schedules.

And then last year happened, the year he had debuted as a hero from the HPSC. It had been amazing and freeing for him, but it was as if you could feel the shackles cuffing around your own limbs and wings. He had promised he'd come back for you and after a almost year long legal battle with the HPSC for your custody, he finally did.

You walked out of the office building for the last time, clutching Keigo's hand like it was the only thing you could be sure of. You thought he had lied, that he had forgotten about you with the high of his own freedom.

You didn't have a bag, you didn't have anything except the clothes on your back as you walk down the street with your brother, letting him lead you to what he called his apartment.

You followed, as you always had, your wings tucked close like shields unlike his ease, carefree seeming demeanor. His wings relaxed behind him, his other hand in his pocket as he led. He knew you were afraid, but that you were also filled with a strange sense of wonder and fascination.

You were looking at the real sky for the first time, not the auditorium located within the facility that was made for flying types of quirks. Your first time seeing a lamppost, the imperfect cracks in the cement sidewalk. The new smells. Everything and nothing you had experienced before. That is what broke Keigo's heart the most.

Not the way you clutched his hand, not how you walked like you were trying to fill someone else's shoes that were too big for you, but how you simply watched. How you saw and attuned yourself to this new world you would get to live in because of his efforts. It was worth every cent, every hour spent labouring over his desk in paperwork and legal documents.

It took quite a while for you both to reach the apartment complex. He wasn't much of a big shot yet, his paycheck hasn't come in this week. This was the best he could do for now, but to you it was more than enough.

You looked so small beside him as he spoke to the man at the check in that the elderly man offered you a candy. You accepted it despite not knowing what it was.

You thanked the man with a silent but polite nod and let Keigo walk you to the elevator where you finally let go of his hand to look at the candy. It was just a small slightly transparent red ball on a white stick after you pulled away the wrapper. You look up at Keigo.

"It's a sucker, kiddo. You put it in your mouth and suck on it until it's gone."

He explained, knowing the question before you could ask it.

Candy wasn't allowed in the HPSC facility. Nothing with color or fun as. It was deemed a distraction from training. It had always been white, black, brown, and red. A lot of red.

You watch as he presses the button, putting the sucker in your mouth after you deem it safe enough to ingest. It was a new flavor, nice but nothing you have eaten before. Floor number six.

You arrive to the landing quickly and Keigo leads you down a beige hallway to a white door. He unlocks it with a bronze key chain. He opens the door and reveals a small empty apartment.

You walk in after him, closing the door, and locking it behind you both. The apartment was rather empty. Small and kind of sad. But it was better than the bunks you shared with other kids back at the Hero Public Safety Commission.

It was a one bedroom apartment with walls that were as beige as the hallways, a carpet on carpet flooring. There was a small little office table, a pullout couch, a little kitchen and a small counter to sit at. A small walkway that let to the bathroom and the bedroom. There was a TV sitting opposite of the couch and a loud AC unit on the wall.

Small, but comfortable.

You see the papers on the coffee table and Keigo rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, slightly embarrassed.

"My bad, I was so excited to pick you up I forgot to clean up my mess."

"It's okay."

You whisper, the first words you'd said since leaving the facility. Reassuring him felt like it could be helpful in the long run. You already felt one weight being lifted from your shoulders only to be replaced by another.

Keigo was hardly nineteen, he was already in the hero business and now he had a kid to look after.

It'd be easier for him if you weren't here.

If he had just left you behind, it would have been better for him. It was a miracle the legal system let him take you to begin with.

I want to continue this so badly but idk whether to make it into a reader insert or a oc insert (that and I am lacking motivation). Let me know if I should continue this. I'll edit more as I reread this later

Thank you so much for reading this far and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night. Be safe!

[azraelavain]

"Why are you both so close?"

You repeat for the second time that night.

After Leorio cost your team fifty hours in a game rock paper scissors with the pink girl. Your group of six was put in a surprisingly nice waiting room.

Gon, Killua, and yourself are the same age, all some variation of 12. You became friends with Gon first in the first exam and then Killua a little bit later. You are taking the exam as a way to be able to travel with hardly any cost, that and to get away from a oppressing household was nice.

"Because I want to be!" Gon answers with that cheerful smile of his.

"Because Gon suggested it." Came Killua's quiet reply from behind, his chin on your shoulder.

You three were put on the small pullout couch since you were the youngest of the group. You were put between the two of them by Leorio after the first night because they wouldn't stop throwing pillows at each other and disturbing his "beauty rest".

His words. Not yours.

Gon laughs nervously in the dark room, hoping you don't mind their antics too much. His chin resting right on your chest, his eyes sparkling somehow in the lack of light.

"Yeah, I can see that." You murmur, slowly. You were unsure of where to put your hands so, betting on the safest option, you slid one around Gon like a one armed hug and the other going behind you and around Killua, not restricting, just there.

"That and it's cold in here. The only thing Mister Tonpa and Leorio can agree on is maximum AC." Gon whispers as if it's a secret.

You had to admit the truth there. The middle aged man and teen perv couldn't see eye to eye on much else aside a cold room to sleep in.

"And you're cold from that?" You ask as Gon hugs you more firmly as it becomes apparent you're not uncomfortable. You don't move away from that, you're used to his random hugs by now, even while laying down.

"We both are." Killua speaks first this time, seeming content with the sleeping arrangements as well as he doesn't move away from your hand around his torso. "And you're already warm from the blankets."

"Woah, I'm shocked, Killua. You can get cold?-"

"Hey! Shut up and go to sleep already!" Leorio yells at you three from where he laid. He was still awake from the stench of Tonpa's feet in his face and your chatter.

You glare at him, or where you assume he is, from where you three laid you couldn't see him well, you were still slightly bitter from earlier.

Not the rock paper scissors thing, that you could forgive that and blame it on manipulation. You're still mad he cost you all a point in his match on a stupid bet of whether pinkie pie was a girl or a boy just so he could see that woman's breasts. Probably the first set he ever has seen and it just had to be then.

It's not like he could've waited until the exam was over and get a girlfriend. But noo let's see a criminal's tits while we're on damn a time limit!

Kurapika's small sleepy grumble from is the only reason you stay silent. You respected Kurapika and admired him, you didn't want to get on his bad side now. You say nothing, pulling the blanket up around all three of you. Irritation bubbling up in you.

Despite everything all of you have been through, you're still being treated like children. You left home to get away from that only to find it again in this new setting.

Killua, sensing your annoyance, gave you a small squeeze. "Hey, ignore him. We can keep talking." He murmurs against your shoulder.

As if on cue, Gon yawns. You can't help a small chuckle in amusement at the comedic timing.

"It's fine, Killua. We should sleep anyways. There's no way to tell the time, but we haven't exactly slept since we got on top of the prison." You reason with him and yourself. He nods, despite not needing to sleep himself. Assassin training for the win.

"Yeah, [Name] is right, we have been here for a while." Gon adds, one of his hands moves to hold Killua's arm, as if you three were in a large bear hug. "We should sleep. Even you, Killua. It's not good for you to stay awake for so long."

Killua tsks, pride clearly high despite Gon's concern for him. "I'm fine, I can stay up way longer than just this. I can stay up for three days straight."

"So can every highschooler, that doesn't make it okay." You reply, your tone as deadpan as you expression.

"Shut up." Killua mutters, disappointed his attempt to flex failed. "How long can you stay up, [Name]?"

"However long I need to. Now can we please go to sleep?" You requested, Gon already nodding off. Killua notices and sighs.

"Yeah, fine, whatever...idiot." He whispers the last word.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. But fine. Good night, Killua." You are already suspicious of his normal sleeping habits if this was considered nothing to him.

"Good night, I guess. Good night, Gon."

"Goo' nigh'.." Came the drowsy reply from the normally optimistic boy.

"Out like a light." You whisper, rubbing circles into his back to gently correct his posture.

"You should sleep too. Since it's not okay to stay up this long." Killua mocks your words from earlier. Despite his mocking, he copied your hand motion for Gon but instead on you.

"Shut up, Killua. You first." You shoot back, hiding your face in the pillows. He smirks.

"Your ears are red."

"No, they're not. You're crazy."

"Heh. Sure, I'm crazy." He agrees but he's still mocking you. You know it. You pout then sigh.

"Fine. I'll go to sleep. But not because you told me too. Because I want to."

"Mhm. How about you quit talking about it and actually do it?" He suggests and you can't help but roll your eyes.

"Fine, whatever, jerk."

He chuckles into you shoulder, your grip on him tightening just slightly before relaxing as he continues the motion with his thumb.

You slowly relax into the couch, your eyes closing. Killua doesn't go to sleep, not immediately. He waits until your heart beat has slows, his own syncing up to it. Only a few minutes later does he follow you and Gon to sleep.

Author's note: can not believe it's been over a month since my last post lmao. Anyways, wrote this I'll edit it later. Good night/day everyone, stay safe.

[irene-chuuya-sbeloved]

Against Gravity

Synopsis: Dazai forbids his sibling from meeting hated partner Chuuya. You defy him, turning initial disdain into friendship, then love—culminating in Chuuya's rainy confession before everything falls apart.

The Port Mafia headquarters always smelled faintly of gun oil and expensive cologne—like danger wrapped in silk. You weren't supposed to be here. Not really.

Dazai had made that crystal clear the day Chuuya Nakahara officially joined: "Stay away from the slug, [Name]. He's crude, short-tempered, and everything I don't want touching my adorable little sibling. Got it?"

You'd rolled your eyes then, all of fourteen (maybe fifteen, depending on how you counted the months), and promised nothing. Dazai's promises were flexible; yours were... optional.

The first time you met Chuuya Nakahara, he looked like he wanted to hurl you off the roof.

You'd slipped into the Mafia's underground training wing on a whim, dodging Dazai's "stay away from the slug" lectures for weeks. At fourteen (bordering fifteen), you were too curious and too stubborn to listen. Dazai had kept you at arm's length from his new partner since the Sheep betrayal and Chuuya's forced recruitment—claiming it was "for your own good." But you weren't a child anymore, and you wanted to see the infamous gravity manipulator for yourself.

He was mid-kata when you peeked in: red hair whipping, black coat discarded, gravity crushing a dummy into splinters. Smaller than you'd imagined, but the sheer force radiating off him made the air hum.

You accidentally kicked a loose pebble.

Chuuya spun, gloved hand snapping up. A wave of pressure pinned you to the wall before you could blink.

"Who the fuck are you?" he snarled.

"Dazai's younger sibling," you managed, voice steady despite the invisible force squeezing your ribs. " [Name]. Nice gravity trick."

His eyes narrowed—sharp blue, furious. "Dazai's...?" The pressure eased, but only just. "Get lost. I don't need another mackerel spawn wasting my time."

You grinned through the discomfort. "He calls you a slug. Says you're crude and you'll corrupt me."

Chuuya's jaw clenched. "That bastard would say that. Now scram before I actually throw you."

But you didn't. You slid down the wall once the gravity released, brushing off your clothes. "You're really strong. Teach me how to dodge better?"

He stared like you'd grown a second head. Then barked a laugh—short, disbelieving. "You're insane. Just like him."

"Maybe." You shrugged. "But I'm not him."

Chuuya muttered something about "Mafia brats" under his breath, but he didn't kick you out. Not that day.

Over the next months, you became a persistent shadow.

You'd show up during his solo training sessions with convenience store snacks ("You look like you need sugar after yelling at gravity all day"). He'd grumble, call you annoying, threaten to tell Dazai... but he'd take the onigiri anyway.

You learned his tells: the way his hat tilted lower when he was tired, how his gloves creaked when he clenched his fists thinking about the Sheep, the rare, genuine smirk when you managed to land a (non-ability) hit during sparring.

He learned yours too: how you hated being babied by Dazai, how you'd sneak out just to prove you could handle the dark side of Yokohama, how your laugh sounded lighter when you weren't around your brother.

Dazai caught wind eventually.

You were in the hallway, Chuuya mocking your latest failed dodge ("Sloppy, brat—again"), when Dazai appeared like a ghost.

His smile was all teeth. "Chuuya-kun. [Name]. Having fun?"

Chuuya stiffened. You froze.

Dazai's gaze flicked between you. "I specifically said—"

"I know," you cut in. "But I'm not a kid. And he's not as bad as you say."

Chuuya snorted. "High praise from the mackerel's sibling."

Dazai's eye twitched. "Careful, slug. That's my family you're talking to."

The tension crackled. You stepped between them. "Enough. I'm choosing my own friends, nii-san."

Dazai stared at you for a long beat. Then sighed theatrically. "Fine. But if he corrupts you, I'm holding him personally responsible."

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "As if you'd let anyone touch your precious sibling."

You ignored the jab and tugged Chuuya's sleeve. "Come on. You promised to show me that new gravity move."

Dazai watched you go, expression unreadable.

Then the Strombringer incident happened.

You were kept far away—Dazai's orders, reinforced by Mori. But the news filtered in anyway: the Flags gone. Piano Man, Lippmann, Albatross, Iceman, Doc, Chūya's first real friends—wiped out in a single night.

When Chuuya finally returned to headquarters, he looked hollow. Eyes shadowed under the hat, movements mechanical.

You found him on the rooftop one midnight, rain pouring, staring at nothing.

You sat beside him. No words.

After a long silence, he spoke, voice raw. "They're gone. Just... gone."

You reached over, hesitant, and rested your hand on his glove. He didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

He exhaled shakily. "Don't be. Not your fault."

But he let you stay until the rain stopped. When you finally stood to leave, he caught your wrist.

"...Thanks. For not saying anything stupid."

You smiled softly. "Anytime."

After that, the walls crumbled faster.

He started seeking you out—bringing back small things from missions (a pressed flower from a ruined garden, a cheap keychain that reminded him of your dumb jokes). You'd sit together in empty warehouses after jobs, sharing silence or stupid stories. He taught you how to control your breathing during panic (a trick he'd learned the hard way). You taught him how to make instant ramen taste less like despair.

Dazai noticed the shift. His teasing grew sharper.

"Really, [Name]? You're collecting slugs now?"

"You're just jealous I have a friend who doesn't try to commit suicide every week."

Dazai clutched his chest dramatically. "Wounded! My own flesh and blood!"

But behind the theatrics, there was something else—worry, maybe. Or resignation.

Time blurred. Chuuya turned seventeen. Dazai too. You hit sixteen, then crept toward seventeen.

The tension changed.

Chuuya's glances lingered. His hand brushed yours "accidentally" during sparring. He stopped calling you "brat" as often, started using your name instead—soft, almost careful.

You felt it too: the way your heart tripped when he smiled (real smiles, not smirks), how safe you felt when gravity gently steadied you mid-fall during training.

Then came the night—late autumn, rain lashing Yokohama, just before everything would end.

Dazai had been distant lately, quieter. Chuuya dragged you to an abandoned safehouse to "wait out the storm" after a messy patrol. You were both drenched, laughing at how pathetic you looked.

He went quiet suddenly.

You looked up. Hat off, hair dripping, blue eyes locked on you.

"[Name]."

Your breath caught.

"I've been an idiot," he said, voice low. "Hated anything Dazai-related on principle. Then you showed up—stubborn, annoying, refusing to leave me alone. And somewhere between the snacks and the rooftop nights and losing everyone... I realized I don't hate you at all. I—fuck." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I like you. A lot. More than like. I want this—us—to be real. If you want it too."

Rain hammered the windows.

You stepped closer, heart pounding. "Chuuya..."

He braced like he expected rejection.

Instead, you grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him.

It was messy at first—rain-cold lips, surprise—then he melted into it, hands sliding to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Gravity hummed faintly around you both, like the world itself was holding its breath.

When you broke apart, foreheads pressed together, he let out a shaky laugh.

"Your brother's gonna murder me."

You grinned. "Let him try. I've got a gravity manipulator on my side now."

He kissed you again—slower, deeper—like he'd been waiting years.

Somewhere in the city, Dazai probably sensed it. He'd sigh, mutter about betrayal and slugs, but maybe—just maybe—he'd let it slide.

Because even he couldn't deny it anymore: you'd grounded Chuuya Nakahara. And in doing so, you'd anchored yourself right beside him.

[azraelavain]

It's Just The Beginning.

You were walking home with your best friend, Marinette Dupanchang, after your first day of sophomore year. She had somehow arrived late to school, crushed most of her macaroons, and still made new friends.

It sounded about right for the energetic girl, who you practically had to keep a eye on 24/7 so she wouldn't walk straight into oncoming traffic when talking. Like right now for example, you are currently holding the back of her shirt at a stoplight as she went on about one of the new kids.

Adrien Agreste.

You knew him, of course. What teen your age didn't? But you also knew him on other terms that didn't involve billboards. You had grown up around him, your parents businesses intertwines with his father's in the fashion and modeling industry. The two of you have modeled together before albeit not very often. It had been nice to see him outside of modeling and work.

"And he said it had been Chloe! Can you believe him, blaming her while he stood right there? Like, how can he even be friends with someone like her? She's the rudest, most brattiest person in the whole school!" She complained and rambled, finally stopping her feet that had been trying to run away with her. She looked at you exasperated.

"Mari, relax, would you?" You finally request, letting go of her shirt to raise a eyebrow at her. "It's the guys first day in a actual school, cut him some slack for hanging out with the only person he knows." you advised as the safe to walk light came on and the two of you started off again.

Marinette just groaned, obviously not taking nor listening to your advise, running her hands through her hair, stopping short of her pig tails. "I know, I should probably be more lenient but still, he's friends with Chloe, so he's probably rude, and didn't even bother to tell us his name."

"Really? Now you're mad about a lack of name?"

"Well- yeah!" She pouted, crossing her arms with a small huff.

"Mari, how do you not know who he is? You admire his father, you're studying in the fashion industry, and you're best friends with me. How do you not put that together?" You ask, keeping your voice down just enough so the people around you didn't stare as much as they already were.

"What does that- wait.." she stops, finally actually listening to you, once you both got to the other side, just stops in her tracks. You sigh and wait for her, raising a eyebrow at her. You rub your temples, a amused and fond smile pulling at your lips.

"My friend, you are blind." A chuckle escapes you as she finally realizes, her face flushing a bright red color, her hands clasping her cheek.

"He's Adrien Agreste!" She declared like it was the find of the century, which, for her, it probably was. Her hands find her hair again as she does a strange tippy toe dance making small huff noises that reminded you some what of a dogs squeaky toy before zipping to your side and hiding her face in your shoulder, completely embarrassed and doomed in her own eyes. "I made myself look foolish in front of my idols son!" She cries, now hugging and shaking you.

You roll your eyes with a small huff, wrapping a arm around her shoulder and bringing her to her parents bakery. You wave at them both as you pass, Marinette still hiding in your shoulder. Marinette's mom, Sabrine, smiles kindly at you both, giving you a small box of sweets before you head up to Mari's bedroom at the top floor.

Marinette immediately throws herself onto her bed like a victorian child who had come into contact with a commoner, crying that she ruined her career by being mean to Adrien. Meanwhile you sit yourself down on her 360° chair. You set the sweets down on her desk before you notice a small black box with a intriguing red design on top of it.

"Oh, since when were you working on jewelry?" You ask, picking up the box before opening it.

"..I'm not. But! That's a good alternative if fashion doesn't work out, right? Like, a jewelry designer!" She gasps, shooting up from her bed to get her sketch pad.

Bipolar much?

You open the box and see two red earrings with five black dots on each. "You're not? Then who's are-" before you finish the sentence a bright flash of pink light comes from the box, causing you to startle and stumble with a yelp, throwing the box back and falling off of the chair. Suddenly, a large bug thing appears. It looks very similar to the earrings, which were now black. Both you and Marinette stared for a moment before the thing spoke

"Hi, I'm Tikki!" It chirps in a voice that would be sweet if it wasn't downright terrifying as the creature floats in the air. You, wisely, scoot away on the floor.

"A what now?"

"Oh. You're not suppose to be here." The bug thing says, looking at you it's abnormally large eyes for such a small body. "Who are you?

"Uh- [Name] wait, I'm not supposed to be here?" It nods. "So are you here for Marinette alone?" It nods again. "Freaky."

Marinette, finally standing, clutching her sketch pad to her chest, speaks. "For me? What're you going to do to me?" She asks, a little fearful of the answer while you get to your feet, slowly. Treating the flying thing like a small bomb.

"I'm here to make sure you help save Paris!"

"Huh?" You question, your eyebrows at such different heights you might as well have been a DreamWorks character.

The small creature laughs before going on about something that has to do with history and something called Kwamies. You focus but it's difficult with the amount of sheer disbelief coursing through you.

Marinette, however, is taking then unnervingly well. You look back at the kwamie thing and before you can look back at Mari, she has picked up the box with the earrings. She removes the jewelry before putting them into her own ears. Your hands cover your mouth before you just collapse into a bean bag chair, so very confused. The next part of Tikki's explanation is about Marinette's new power.

Tikki finally mentions her previous master and Marinette gasps aloud, enough to get your attention off the ceiling and look at her.

"What? Is there a prophecy now?" You question sarcastically, sitting up.

"No! It's the old man I was telling you about this morning?"

"The guy you helped across the street?"

"Yes! He's Tikki's previous master!" She smiles obviously proud of her deduction and you have to take a moment.

"Hold up- hold on, pause. Pause. You mean to tell me that Tikki's previous master guy is the old man." You speak slowly, for both her and your own sake. She nods. "So, you helped a old man across the street and gave him a single macaroon," she nods again. "And he just hands you the fate of all of Paris and the world for being a good samaritan-?" You start to yell, getting to your feet before Tikki flies over with a surprisingly threatening aura which causes you to stumble back onto the bean bag and shut up, hands up. "Inside voice, got it." You whisper, you'd rather not challenge what was basically a ancient deity.

Tikki nods then flies back to Mari. "That," you swallow. "That doesn't seem the least bit of concerning?- how did he even get into your home, much more your bedroom?" You question, Tikki explains that the master's ability to teleport the kwami boxes to wherever he likes. "Of course he can.." you whisper, pinching the bridge of your nose as you sit with your legs spread, elbows on your knees. "Anything else we should know?"

The TV can be heard from upstairs.

Breaking news in Paris Stone Monster Attack.

"Oh, of course." You reach for one of the sweets Marinette's mom sent you up with.

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A/N: Heyy!! First time writing like a actual story so I'm nervous but really happy with how this turned out. I'll probably do a part two. Thank you so much for reading this far! I hope you have a amazing day/night! Stay safe. :D

[azraelavain]

Suddenly having the urge to slightly alter the MLB universe and add my own character to it lol. Like, get rid of Mari's stalker tendencies and take the Mary sue down a few levels. Might do it, idk I'm bored

Part one! 🐞

[dreamer81093]

You always thought you fell first.

How could you have not? He was perfect. The way his eyes flicked from one object to the next, the way his lips curled into a smile. That smile that you adored. It made your heart squeeze and your chest erupt in butterflies.

You thought that you fell first.

But now, as friendship blurs, you wonder if that’s true.

Because now you can see just how deep his eyes are. Slow-dancing to the song playing, others creating a ruckus around you two—

Yet his gaze never leaves you. His lips are raised in that boyish smile you love, but it’s softer. His hands are on your waist, but they do not demand or search. They just rest there, holding you gently.

You thought you fell first, you did.

But as your lips meet in the kiss, soft and everything you’ve dreamed of…

You realize. While you had started standing, ready to be swept off your feet, he had always been on the ground.

He never got to fall. Because to him, that’s just how he always was.

[azraelavain]

small drabble

//TW mention of injury and self amputation one swear word

Rain pittered against the window of Aiden's family mansion. You scroll through your phone, waiting for the boy to come back from his shower. You're already beneath the blankets, dressed in your PJ's and ready to sleep.

My eyes are so heavy..

The thought comes and passes as you turn off your phone. You plug it into the bedside cord before you pull the blankets up over your shoulder, curling in on yourself a bit. You yawn quietly, well aware of where you'll both be in two more hours. You try to stay awake, to wait for him, but you're far too drained from the school day and end up falling asleep in the bed.

It takes Aiden another twenty minutes to come out of the shower, now dressed in a red hoodie with a bright yellow smile in the middle and black shorts. His hair still wet, his contacts gone for the night.

He, somewhat, sees you asleep in the bed and his normal smile melts to something more genuine. He walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and reaching down, running his fingers through your hair. He pulls the sheets back and slips into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you on top of him. You stirr, your eyes cracking open before you look up to see him.

"..hey.." You whisper, his eyes meeting yours. Aiden's whole body seemed to relax at the sight of you half asleep on top of him. He pulls you a little closer. You hum, tilting your head at him, his hands come up and cupped your face. You close your eyes again, leaning your head into his hands.

"Hi." He whispers, rubbing his thumb under your eye. "How's your leg feeling?"

"Fine. Not like I can feel it here." You reply, shifting to be closer to him. In the phantom dimension, your leg had been mangled horrifically by a phantom, leaving you to cut it off so you could escape without the dead weight as well as leaving your entire leg in the normal dimension to feel numb from your left knee down, as if your calf is constantly asleep. You can't really feel pain in it or anything aside from pressure.

He makes a small sound while you reopen your eyes, your gaze meeting his. Your eyes narrowed just slightly, not in annoyance, but in concentration.

He had no right to be this gorgeous at this time of night. It was almost impossible to not stare at him longer than what is okay.

"How are you always this damn pretty with your hair wet?" You mutter quietly but he hears it. You know he does because his mouth quirks up more and you feel his chuckling from beneath you.

"I dunno, I just am." Is his answer as he lets go of your face with one hand to put his now free hand behind his head, his grin becoming more self confident than sweet. Cocky. You lay your head down on his chest, closing your eyes for the however many-ith time now. The bed sheets shift and you feel him press up to you as he reaches to pull the blankets up closer, draping them around your shoulders and his stomach.

He kisses your forehead once he's done, still holding your face. His pinky under your chin, his ring, middle and pointer fingers pressing into your cheek, covering the corner of your lip. His thumb pressing higher than the rest of his fingers on your face. As if he was trying to squish your cheeks.

You open your eyes again and turn just slightly before his lips were on yours. You pause for a moment, coming to the sleepy realization, then returning the kiss with gentle, sleepy care. You break apart after a moment and he has the audacity to giggle, and look adorable doing it. You hum again, kissing his cheek before you lay down once more and close your eyes.

"G'night." You murmur against his hoodie. He chuckles at your muffled words and closes his eyes as well, laying down on the bed and pulling you closer while doing so.

"Good night."

[binmeister-deactivated20260208]

Can we get the Saja boys reacting to male bodyguard reader please. Imagine Abby trying his best to show off his muscles to the fans by posing and flexing while reader acts like a gentle and protects people from flying buttons coming from Abbys shirt. This gains reader more fans. Then there Baby demanding a piggyback from reader.

Working with the Saja Boys

Saja Boys x Bodyguard!Reader | Brief Huntr/x x Bodyguard!Reader

Needed to write more because you guys are so right... now I can’t stop thinking about Bodyguard!Reader reprimanding a bunch of demon hooligans - dad!friend type where the guys just kinda wanna be your friend by the end of everything because you’re actually.. chill?

Have some silly drabbles - enjoy ! (hopefully)

CW: not proofread, masc pronouns, a wee bit nonsensical

How’d this happen? Why exactly were you on bodyguard duty for the Saja Boys? A demon boy group that your mother would have you castrated for if she could for even entertaining the thought had it been your own. But it wasn’t. It was Bobby’s idea since he felt that the boys didn’t have enough protection from what he’s heard about their fan signing events, so he had offered up you to help them out. Because you’re reliable and dependable.

Yep. Thanks Bobby.

Which lead you to the current situation, standing outside of the building on alert and calmly asking fans if they could stay put and not push or shove each other. For their safety as well as the boys. But then you hear a fan scream out in front of you and you’re confused on why, then you feel a muscled arm swing over your shoulders and you feel the weight of Abs as he leans into you.

“Hey bud.” He chimes out, sly smirk on his face as he lets his golden eyes flash for a second and like he isn’t being a liability right now. He briefly glances at the fans in front of you and gives them a little wave with his free arm as fan service. Then you feel the arm slung heavy over your shoulders shift and he’s feeling up your opposing bicep which makes you freeze - what the hell?

“Oh you’re BUILT my guy.” He compliments as he steps back now, eyeing over your build with approval - what was your routine? How many hours do you spend working out to get this sturdy? Would you want to talk to him about it? Abs was a gym junky and everyone can collectively agree on that.

“...thanks...” You mumble out as you give him a quizzical stare, a little thrown off at his personality as you expected maybe a little more demonic slyness from him but the look he gave you as he eyed you was anything but hunger and more earnest curiosity. 

“CAN YOU SHOW OFF FOR US?” “PLEASE FLEX!” “ABBY I LOVE YOUUUU!” “YOU GUYS ARE SO HOT!”

Fans started to lose their minds a little at what they were seeing, two attractive men performing skin ship? YES! ‘Abby’ had stepped out of your space fully now and put his attention back onto the crowd of fans before you both and his signature smirk was still present on his face as he started to flex. Shirt clinging on for dear life and you realised the potential risk this could cause so what did you do? You stepped in front of him with your back to the fans and placed one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest where one of his shirt buttons was begging to hold on.

“Let’s not do this.” You muttered to him as you proceeded to spin him around with no resistance from him and guided him into the venue. All Abby did during this was wave at the fans as he was ushered away and he just let you continue pushing him, tilting his head back slightly to try and talk to you a little more.

“Do you wanna hit the gym after this?”

There was a second instance where you were assisting the Saja Boys, per Bobby’s request again of course because he just wanted to make more connections with other idols. Most groups and managers were intimidated to work with his girls and he really wanted it to work.

You were standing off to the side, once again waiting outside the venue and checking in with fans to make sure they’re alright. Finishing up a quick up and down of the block and asking if everyone was okay or if they needed water, knowing full well how dehydrated some people ended up being because they’re too excited to care for themselves. You’d made it back to the front entrance and were discussing things with another staff member when you felt a pair of hands on your upper back, and then the familiar weight of someone trying to jump on your back.

Instincts kicked in and you leaned forward slightly so whoever was trying to hitch a free ride off of you wouldn’t fall backwards and your arms hooked up a pair of legs that you were not familiar with. You froze. Who the hell is hitching a ride off of you exactly?

“I didn’t even have to ask, sick.” Came Baby‘s voice as he draped himself over you, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you tried to process what just happened. Did Zoey train you to just... give piggy backs instinctively? Baby swung his legs a little in your grasp, enjoying this a little too much but he was fascinated. Admittedly he’s wanted to do this every time he saw photos of that hunter girl clinging onto you and sometimes it hurt trying to get a piggyback off of Abs. That guys’ like a brick wall and Baby’s just a lil guy.

“Ohmygosh, did you guys see that?” “Waaaaait I didn’t know [Name] was close with the boys!” “OMG the girls finally let him have friends!!!”

Fans were whispering to each other and Baby’s heightened hearing heard all of it, meanwhile you were still in shock at what had gone on - the staff member next to you was also extremely surprised because they’ve never witnessed any of the Saja members be so casual with staff like this. Then that staff member was left reeling as their eyes bugged out of their head for a moment, watching as the teal haired idol crossed his legs around your waist and smirked at his fans while he did so.

Oh he’s having the time of his life.

Then you were called again to help some sort of short-staff issue the boys had at another impromptu event, at this rate you were sure they were just eating their staff members because how can this happen so frequently that they’re left in these situations? As much as you weren’t a fan of the fact they were demons - you couldn’t help feel a little bad for them. Sure they’re not human and could handle it if a fan acted out at them, but you’ve seen how crazy some saesangs can get - first hand experience on that. Your face scrunched up in memory of one of the attacks you had to endure and it was not a great time that was for sure.

The girls weren’t pleased that you were working at these events but you’d reassure them you were fine, Bobby trusted you and the girls could trust you too. Zoey had even tried puppy eye tactics to get you to not go but you chastised them and reminded them that yes they were demons but they were also still idols - the girls were well aware of the potential harm that could come to them in this field. They’d moped a little but let you go after that.

What you hadn’t known was that it was Jinu‘s idea to continuously get you to work for them, he thought if he took you away from the hunters - surely they’d crumble right? One of their supportive pillars was stolen from them by beings they detested. But he didn’t expect to get along with you as well as he did. The brief conversations you’d had with him were primarily professional, you didn’t care they were demons and simply treated them like the idols they were pretending to be. There had been an instance where a fan had attempted to get a little too touchy feely with Jinu and you’d stepped in, pulling him aside and gently grabbing the squirming fan to pull them away from the panel.

After that happened, you’d come back and leaned down a little to quietly check in with him to ask if he was alright. Did he need a break? Was he sure he didn’t need to step away for a second to take a breather? Just say your name if he needed you. Why were you.. so caring? He eased up a bit more around you after that. The two of you even started bantering when the boys were given a break from the fans, instead of hiding out with the other members - Jinu had stepped out of the dressing room they were given and went directly to you. Just to chat and hang out. Nothing nefarious for once.

Safe to say you two had unintentionally become friends.

There was a second instance of a joint fan-signing and before the event began you were giving the girls a lecture about how important it is to keep up their image, you didn’t care how much they wanted to beat up the boys or that they’re demons and don’t deserve kindness. As idols they needed to maintain an image and you were NOT going to let them ruin it. The wrath of your mother had seeped into your tone and the girls had all nodded along because they did not want to be on your bad side today.

The tables were lined up side by side, Mira was in between Romance and Abby - Zoey between Mystery and Baby and then Jinu and Rumi were stuck together at the end of the row. What the fans and multistans were not expecting was watching the chaotic dynamic that is Jinu and Rumi both aiming to get your attention during the event. 

Rumi would flag you down out of habit when she wanted to ask if it’s okay to accept a gift or get something checked, then you’d be hovering a little longer when Jinu tried to ask you or talk to you as well. The horror and betrayal was evident on her face as you exchanged pleasantries with Jinu and when you’d turned your back to go check in on the others - he turned and smirked at her.

Oh you son of a-

You hadn’t interacted directly with Mystery or Romance much from the last events you’d been involved with, but you knew the former was relatively well behaved and kept to himself. He was surprisingly respectful towards you and didn’t show any major forms of hostility. You recalled the time you’d walked behind the scenes during a brief break the boys were allotted and found Mystery dissociating in a corner, you’d called out to him and he blankly turned to you and let you guide him to their dressing room so he could safely zone out - a hand hovering over his lower back as you did so.

So what you didn’t expect really was for Mira and Romance to be at each others throats the entire time, Mira at least had the decency to thank her fans with shining eyes before going back to grumbling about how she’s gonna kill this stupid demon. To the point that you had stepped up behind her, hands reaching up and pinching at her cheeks to stun lock her. Romance looked up at you curiously, his expression stayed the same dreamy look that he’s had the entire time and he couldn’t help the little cheeky smile that crossed his mouth as he watched you calmly berate the girl in front of him.

“Behave.” You’d simply said as you finally let go of her cheeks and she rubbed at them, expression softening from the hard scowl she had before as she looked up at you in mock hurt like ‘but I didn’t do anything wrong..!’ and you returned that look with a stern one. Figuratively and maybe even literally putting your foot down on her antics, which caused her to huff for a moment before going back to her idol sona as she prepped to talk to the next fan in line.

Before you could fully turn away though Abby had caught your attention, hand raised in the air waiting for you to dap him up which you did so without question then finally stepping away behind the curtains as another staff member was waving to flag you down to sort something out. Mira stared in shock as you did this. When did you become friends with the Saja Boys?

Zoey was next to ask for your attention, she’d been shaking her marker for a couple minutes and it was definitely dried up and there were no spares nearby. She straightened up and looked around for you, eyes pleading when she finally caught your attention and held up her marker in the air pathetically. You didn’t make any grand gesture, instead just grabbing a couple of spare markers out of a backup stationary box hidden behind the curtains then walked up and handed them to her - being mindful to take the dried marker from her as you did.

Mystery had turned his head when he heard you approaching and nodded at you in greeting, small smile on his face before he turned back to pretend to listen to the fan yapping at him. Baby was leaned back in his chair, waiting for another fan to sit in front of him when he sees you and he smirks up at you and nods a greeting as well.

“Sup man.” He’d said coolly at you before he looked back at the fan that had just sat down in front of him. It makes Zoey pause as she looks at him, then back up to you, then back to him and her brain feels like it’s frying because WHAT? Why are you guys being all bro and cool like to each other. When did this happen? You didn’t tell them that you were friendly!

Before Zoey had a chance to complain you’d placed a hand on her head and ruffled it a little, instantly all her thoughts dispersed at the familiar contact and she was left whining about you messing up her hair as you had stepped away again and off to the side to keep an eye on the fan interactions.

Safe to say there were a looot of clips and recordings from this event.

[popzev]

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 | baby saja x reader

🎫 sum. imagine being a member of huntr/x and having to sit next to baby saja during the fan event. / tw. nothing / a/n: hyperfixation let’s goooo

a joint signing?

you take a look at the people you’re going to have to be seated next to, shooting rumi an “are you crazy?” look before settling your eyes on the blue-gray haired guy to your right.

you watch as he sets down his water bottle, giving you a quick glance before immediately looking away.

he’s… kind of cute.

you internally scold yourself as you take a swig of water to distract yourself.

however, you can’t stop yourself from glancing every now and then at him, and it seemed that he couldn’t help himself either.

a fan came up to you both, making you snap your head up from its original brooding position. “hi! ohmygosh, you both look stunning. could i get both your signatures please?”

you took the fan’s paper in front of you before he could and smile sweetly. “thank you! of course, let’s see here…” you quickly scribble your name, about to pass it to the other person next to you before flinching a little at how close he seemed to get.

with his face near yours, he gave you a small smirk hidden from everyone else’s views as he leisurely took the paper from you and signed it with his name, handing it back to the fan with a sickeningly saccharine smile.

you resisted the urge to face palm because he looked so good doing so.

he takes the next fan’s paper before you do, signing his name with a little plus sign underneath, leaving space for your signature.

and when he hands it over, it’s as if he purposely makes sure that your fingers brush against each other when he does.

you can practically feel the fans’ reactions to this event, more particularly your reactions with baby saja, and for some reason your head buzzes with something akin to excitement at the prospect.

you sign your name, thanking the person albeit a little shakily for coming as they hurry off.

the next time you get the paper first, you add the little plus sign he first added, earning yourself a small smile when he leans closer to watch you write.

although not much is said between you, an unspoken peace with each other is set, with an even greater tension of something blossoming.

and speaking of blossoms… when a bouquet is thrown to him you watch as he moves it out of view of the fans (after doing a half heart with his hand to his cheek), taking a couple flowers out and forcing them into your hands resting on your lap before getting up.

you scramble to get yourself together as you feel your face heat up, in disbelief that that just happened. you force a cheerful, innocent smile to play on your lips as it starts replaying in your head; his softer than you thought hands, the flowers he molded your fingers to grasp, and the cheeky smile he sported as he left.

although your thoughts were more frazzled than his more collected, but still slightly nervous, ones; you shared one same thought.

maybe, just maybe, this person is someone i can spare.

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐙𝐄𝐕 ˎˊ˗ do not plagiarize/steal, repost, translate, and/or claim any of my works as your own.

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF🫶

Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!

HEADCANON:

Grian

This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all

He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it

The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it

If you just never talked about it he wouldn’t either

Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if you’re both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scars 

If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it

He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it

If you approach it humorously, like it doesn’t affect you then he will too

Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories

If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you

“I love you no matter what” or “I think they make you look cool”

He will always be supportive

Mumbo

He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he can’t help it

Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over

It’s clear he is concerned, and if you’re alone he will ask you about it

Stuff like if you’re okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything

If you reassure him you’re fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked

Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him

He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure you’re totally okay

Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure

He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure you’re really okay

Either way he loves you how you are

Scar

This fool, this dumbass man

He cannot keep his mouth shut at all

He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking

So he just mentions it, asks where they’re from if you’re okay with him asking

He tries to guess it, if you’re not

The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it

“So this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare hands”

Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately

If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight

The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills

He is just spitballing, trying to get it right

Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go

He thinks it’s so cool and really makes you look tough

Will ask you to protect him since you’re so strong

Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to

Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off

He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them

Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and more 

Really weird but he has favorites

He just loves them to be honest

It makes you so uniquely you

Etho

No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment

“Did you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?”

It’s not mean spirited at all, it’s supposed to be humorous 

He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokes 

He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it

He won’t dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that

It’s small things you wouldn’t immediately notice about his reaction to it

Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you

It’ll make him look at them with hatred, but it’s not directed at you even if it would seem that way

He’d make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts

At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that it’s no problem anymore, if it ever even was 

Bdubs

He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited

Unless you just start straight up crying he won’t notice if you’re sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you

He’s the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from

If it’s serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what

He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic

Anything that is a part of you, he loves it

Anything that is you is beautiful

Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too

He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to it 

It’s something he’s probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he can’t be a part of which is before you met

But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate

So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display

He does love them, just as much as he loves you

Pearl

She’s definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all

As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individual 

And as much as she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know you’re okay

So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully

“I don’t know if you ever want to talk about it, but I’m willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.”

That’s all she ever says about it, and at that point it’s up to you to go to her about it

She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible

She has the mindset that she doesn’t need to know if you don’t want her to know

As long as she’s sure you’re okay now, your past doesn’t matter to her

For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you

It’s not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars

And she has a couple herself so it doesn’t really matter

She still loves you

Tango

Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction

He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart

It’s almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once

He’s almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other

You probably won’t understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug

He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you

“Where are these all from?”

You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if it’s all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks it’s very serious

Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him

Just the few times you’ve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know you’ve gone through pain that’s left scars is unbearable

He doesn’t like your scars, hands down I will just say it

He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you

Obviously it’s delusional to think you’d never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him

That’s not to say he doesn’t think you’re still beautiful, he does, he thinks you’re amazing

But he does just wish you’d never have to go through that 

Xisuma

Oh boy

His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is

He loves that type of thing, he can’t help it

This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show

BUT that does not mean that the next thought isn’t slight worry

He’s been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like

That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what

He won’t ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be

If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? He’s got just the right words to assure you that you’re both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)

Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes you’ve ever heard about it

There is no losing with this blessing of a man

[juniperstale]

think i like you, best when you're just with me — ashlyn, aiden, taylor

⋆ jealousy they feel even though you're not dating [ . . . gn!reader, sfw, lowercase intended little angsty but fluff at the end, jealousy, aiden calls reader a bbg as a joke but im still considering this gn, reader is described as attractive (ashlyn), reader is described as pretty (aiden), cursing, taylor is very ooc . . . ]

ASHLYN is someone who is very in tune with her emotions. she's very well connected with herself and knows immediately when she likes you. that doesn't mean she'll tell you though. as the leader, she believes it to be her job to keep the entire group safe and that means not getting into a relationship with you as to focus on the major problem at hand. unfortunately, that doesn't stop her from getting dejected at the sight of you being flirted with.

you are attractive, everyone can agree on that. and you are not hers, that is a plain fact. yes, you two flirt sometimes, but that doesn't matter because she immediately stops and walks away when she feels things are getting too real. it's only to protect you, after all. maybe, after this was all done and over with, you two could be happy, together, in a relationship, as a couple.

her eyebrows furrow as she watches the scene in front of her unfold. she was clearly disgusted, her already mean rbf becoming ten times worse.

"okay well your shirt just looks really nice!" the stranger complimented as you looked down at her, a warm smile resting on your face. ashlyn was beside you the entire time, her arms crossed as she glared at the stranger. "thank you, thank you! well, it was nice to meet you-" you were tryng to end the conversation as quickly as you could so you could get back to hanging out with ashlyn who you could tell was frustrated. "ah! wait before you go could i have your instagram? number even?" the question caught you off guard but before you could respond ashlyn did so for you. her heart burned at such a question, even though you weren't hers, she was used to people just assuming you two were in a relationship when you were together and backing off of you. she was frustrated, no furious, that someone dared to make a move on you, her face contorting from her rbf to a scowl. "no." she replied for you, coldly, grabbing your hand and turning around as she sped off with you.

once you were at a far enough location, you were quick to question her. "what was that about ash?" you asked sincerely as you sat next to her on the bench, watching passerby's go about their lives. "you know what it was about." she responded quickly, avoiding eye contact as you let out a sigh. "i don't get it, if you like me you'd ask me out like the others, no?" you questioned again as she turned to look at you. "if you want to be in a relationship just say yes to 'the others,' no?" she questioned back as it became your turn to avoid her gaze. you stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting out a small, "i only want you though." with her super human hearing, she obviously heard you clearly, the tips of her ears turning a pretty shade of pink as she looks down at her feet, than back up at you, a sudden boost of confidence taking over her as her hands cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.

"trust me, the moment i can, i will."

if there is one word to describe AIDEN, it would not be quitter. from the moment he laid his eyes on you, you were his; to him and everyone around the two of you. he courted you relentlessly, flirting with you, buying you expensive gifts, dropping you off to your classes, picking you up. honestly people at your school eventually just assumed that it was no longer courting but that you were actually in an official relationship. and aiden was happy with that assumption, it only bothered him that strangers didn't also think so.

going to the nearest gas station, you and aiden decided to pick up snacks for yourselves and the rest of the group as an apology for being late. while at the cash register, you couldn't help but notice the nervous worker looking at you up at down as you took the items out your basket for him to scan. "is something the matter?" you ask him, to which he only blushes and shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with you while scanning all the snacks you were purchasing. you look down to grab your wallet which aiden stops you from doing by grabbing your arm, giving you a wink while whispering a joking "i gotchu, don't worry my baby girl." you only hit him back, a small laugh escaping you lips as you shake your head no before making eye contact with the cashier once more.

"you're so pretty." your eyes widen as aidens head practically shoots up to glare at the poor cahier whose thoughts accidently fell out of his mouth as words. "excuse you?" aiden questions as he swipes his card. "oh im so sorry! i didn't mean to say that!" he fumbles nervously, confirming aidens payment and grabbing bags as he clumsily places the snacks in. "it's totally fine! don't worry about it," you can't help but giggle at his behavior, watching the cashiers eyes grow even wider and blush get darker as he hands aiden the bags, wishing you a good rest of your day. you (and aiden) feel his eyes on you, watching you exit the store as you turn slightly, raising your hand to send him a goodbye wave but aiden grabs your hand before you can, effectively dragging you out of the store and to ashlyns place.

the walk was quiet and the atmosphere between the two of you were thick once you were reunited with the rest of the group. you all worked on your project a bit and argued over what the best next move to make would be before deciding to go to sleep. to your surprise, aiden still took his spot next to you as the entire group fell into a short slumber. unfortunately for you, the events of the day were still playing in your mind, causing you to fall in and out of a state of drowsiness. it didn't help that you could also feel aiden shifting next to you as well before he finally gave up on trying to avoid holding you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his neck.

"once we survive this night, we're gonna have to talk about making us official because if one more person tries to flirt with you, im going to lose my mind."

TAYLOR is not one to be jealous. no matter what you're relationship with her may be, she is calm and collected and knows how to express her feeling in a healthy way. that's why it was so shocking for her to walk in on you kissing a girl she'd never seen before, someone you'd never told her about. she felt her heart shatter into a billion pieces as her eyes welled with tears. she didn't know why, the two of you weren't even in a relationship so she had no right to feel this way, right? right.

she made her way into an empty classroom, sitting down at one of the desks and laying her head into her arms as she sighed, remembering the moment once again. it was weird, her heart stung at the thought of it, it almost made her nauseous.

she only lifted her head when she heard the door open, prepared to apologize to some teacher about being in their classroom without permission. to her surprise it was you.

"hey can we talk?" you ask as you make your way over to taylor who shakily nods her head with a quiet yes. you sit yourself on top of the table her head was previously laying on, "im so sorry taylor, i didn't mean for you to see tha-" shes quick to interrupt you, placing her hands on yours. "no! its totally fine, we're teens of course your going to be kissing people." she states before looking down at the table once again. "it's just a little confusing." she says. "what is?" you ask, not understanding what she was getting it. "well, when i saw you kissing that girl it kind of hurt. like my stomach started churning and i got dizzy. then there was this feeling in my heart- hey why are you laughing!" she asks, genuienly confused at your sudden burst of laughter. "im sorry, sorry! it just seems like you got jealous because you have a little crush on me." you're quick to apologize and respond, bringing your face close to hers as she blushes, subconsciously leaning in before your lips finally touched. when you finally pulled away, out of breath, she continued tug your shirt wanting more, something that seemed very out of her character for her.

"im gonna keep kissing you until the lipstick from her lips is replaced with mine."

4.14.24 ⋆ NOT PROOFREAD! bro taylors is so out of character towards the end wtf happened omg. anyways part 2 with tyler, logan and ben will be out soon. also its my first time writing for something that isn't bsd so lets see how this goes!

[novthewolf]

Encanto Masterlist

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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Camilo x Reader Headcanons

Camilo proposing to you

Camilo taking care of you while you're sick

Yandere!Camilo x Reader

Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic

Camilo simping over Reader

Camilo x insecure!reader

Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include

Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include

Jealous!Camilo x Reader

Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh

Stealing Camilo's ruana would include

Camilo comforting you when you're crying

Camilo simping over Magical!Reader

Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time

Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader

Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you

Dancing with Camilo Madrigal

Imagine :

None *-*-*-*-*

Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity

Imagine : None

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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Pepa x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons

Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews

Imagine :

None

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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include

Imagine :

None

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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

None

Imagine :

Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety

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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :

None

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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader

Imagine :

None

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[just1cefor4ll]

{School Bus Gaveyard masterlist}

Tyler Hernández —

You’re stuck in the phantom realm ( Part I , Part II)

Helping you out of a toxic relationship

He gets in a fight because someone talked shit about you

You get beat up

Swapped!AU (You go through his death in stead of him)

You take care of him after him being the one who’s been taking care of people his whole life

He gets jealous

You get hurt by your own weapon (explosives)

Love triangle

Soulmate!AU (Part I, Part II)

You ‘replace’ him with his twin?! (drama queen Tyler)

You have a flirty personality (pre-relationship)

Taking care of a sick Tyler

Mood board

Aiden Clark —

You’re stuck in the phantom realm

Skater rink romance (hangout w/ group after escaping the realm)

He gets jealous

Swapped!AU (You go through his death in stead of him)

You get hurt by your own weapon (explosives)

Love triangle

Pre-relationship hcs

Childhood friends (Ben and Aiden both have a crush on you)

Sleepover and setting things straight

Teaching him foreign words as his exchange student gf

You’re touch starved

Logan Fields —

POC!reader (He confesses after you get injured)

You reunite after escaping your rooms in the psych ward

Ben Clark —

He gets in a fight because someone talked shit about you

You get hurt by your own weapon (explosives)

Childhood friends (Ben and Aiden both have a crush on you)

Ashlyn Banner —

Comforting her bully victim s/o

Taylor Hernández —

nothing yet…

Barron —

Cheesy confessions

The whole group —

You loose your eyesight

Dating hcs

You get caught making out (Part I, Part II)

© URFAVLARRY

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE OR COPY ANY OF MY WRITING TO OTHER PLATFORMS

[just1cefor4ll]

SBG characters getting caught making out with their s/o

warnings: making out, swearing, bad grammar, maybe OOC characters?? idk

Part I Part II

Tyler Hernández

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Taylor would probably be the one to interrupt you two

You would be having a sleepover at his house and watching a movie when Tyler just pulls you into a kiss lmao

He would be pulling you into his lap his hands would either be on your waist or ass

Definitely calls you sweet nicknames during it in between kisses or just mumbles them while he kisses your neck

She comes when you really least expect it

I feel like you can’t really hear her footsteps that much cuz she just learned how to sneak around lol

Tyler would instantly pull away from you and not necessarily push you off of him but like makes it look like you were just cuddling

You just hide your flushed face in his chest while he asks Taylor what she wants and shi

Is pretty calm but annoyed that you got interrupted

Taylor Hernández

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You two would be making out somewhere in the phantom realm haha

LET ME EXPLAIN!!! It would probably be that you pulled Taylor away from the group and they would probably be just chilling, discussing their next plan so nothing you couldn’t ask about later

You would be inside the bus, somewhere in the back on the floor, you cupping Taylors right cheek while she cupped your left one as you kissed

You would slowly pull her into your lap and slip a hand under her shirt, rubbing circlers on her waist/lower stomach

The whole thing gets heated when you hear someone come into the bus but you quickly realize its Ashlyn

“Hey you two calm down, I can hear the whole thing and I really don’t need to!!”

“Okay ms. single as a fucking pringle.”

“Y/N!!”

You would laugh about the situation while Taylor just prays Ash doesn’t say anything to Tyler who would probably beat your sorry ass

Aiden Clark

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You would be skipping class probably, making out in some random bathroom stall

Aiden would be full on slipping his tongue into your mouth, leaving hickeys on your collarbone

All of it would be going well, you were having a good time since Aiden was some how skilled with these things when shit goes bad in like a second

A teacher would come into the bathroom, searching for you since you were literally SKIPPING CLASS

“Alright if anyone is in here come out, if not i’ll be going to the principal and he will deal with you.”

Aiden pulls away from you and smirks, grabbing you by the waist and pulls you out looking proud as fuck as if he won some kind of competition

The teacher leaves you with a warning, seemingly acting like he didn’t witness any of that shit

The teacher would just be like “I ain’t payed enough for this”

Makes sure you go to class tho

Aiden definitely teases you later cuz thats just Aiden

[tryingtofindava]

── 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐁𝐆 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

THESE CAN BE READ AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTICALLY!!

╰┈➤𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲𝐧

She can handle being all cuddly to a certain extent, before she rolls away to have her own space. Though, she’ll always have some sort of touch with you. That being a hand on your waist or thigh, or even her foot touching yours. (Red confirmed Ashlyn to have autism)

You better hope she doesn’t have any nightmares in her sleep time before transporting to the Phantom world, because if she does she jolts so fast her hair is gonna literally whip you.

This girl is skin and bones, so she’s probably not the warmest to snuggle up to. But she makes that up with wearing nice and soft things, like hoodies, PJ bottoms, and fuzzy socks.

When she’s in a comfortable position with you, she probs drools.

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧

Sleeping/cuddling with Aiden is a very humbling experience.

He watches tiktoks with you because he thinks it’s a bonding experience while you guys snuggle. (just ignore his fyp it’s cursed…)

Before you guys cuddle, you have to force him to take his contacts out because every cuddle sesh ends up with the two of you falling asleep.

But when he sleeps with them in his eyes become all dried when he wakes up.

(Red also confirmed Aiden to have contacts, because he’s blinder than a bat, and it’s also why his eyes are red because his contacts are coloured.)

Like Ashlyn, he drools… but not just a small bit like the ginger. He’s drooling fucking RIVERS.

He moves about in his sleep, like a lot. And when he settles, it’s only for like a maximum of 4 mins before he’s squirming around like a worm again.

BLANKET HOG ALERT!! WEE WOO WEE WOO. If you ever wake up cold, you’re gonna turn to see Aiden with YOUR OWN blanket cuddling up with the whole damn blanket cuz he srsly subconsciously wrapped himself a cocoon.

When you guys are cozying up together, he’s literally in top of you like the human version of a weighted comforter.

And if you feel suffocated with him on top of you, he’s pressed up to your like a leech looking for affection. I’m talking limbs tangled together and every thing.

╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐞𝐧

He’s such a teddy bear!! ^_^

AND HE’S SO WARM OMFG, ITS CRIMINALLY INSANE HOW COZY THIS GUY IS. A literal damn furnace.

For being such a big guy, you’d automatically think he liked being big spoon. BUT THAT IS FALSE INFORMATION HE LIKES BEING LITTLE SPOON!!

If you knew him before the accident, he used to hum you to sleep as you guys snuggled!!

And when he eventually does fall asleep while cuddling he goes so still like he turned into a rock.

It feels like sleeping next to a dead body…

Except the dead body is incredibly warm instead of being all cold. And if the deceased body had a vice grip on you like I’d be let go you’d disappear.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

THIS CUTIE IS SUCH A SNUGGLE BUG!!

This girl is full of sm love and affection, she loves to show her appreciation for someone through physical touch!

She makes sure that not only she’s comfy, but you are too! Like you guys could be snuggling on a Rocky Mountain and she’d still make it comfortable.

Like Ashlyn she’ll always make sure to have a hand on you, even if you guys are firmly pressed aging eachother like sardines in a can.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

Whines that he hates cuddling, saying it’s sappy and cringy… But then whines again when you aren’t cuddling up…

He likes to keep his ‘I’m a tough guy’ act on, so he’ll not initiate a cuddle sesh. It’s either gonna have to be you start it, or he’s sick and doesn’t give af.

Unlike Ben, he prefers being big spoon, since he just likes holding you closely to his chest while you guys spoon. Thinks it’s very intimate.

If you tease him about how he comes like putty when you guys cuddle, he’ll get all pouty and push you away. (Only to be back in your arms in 3 minutes time…)

╰┈➤ 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧

ANOTHER ONE WHOS A TOTAL CUTIE PATOOTIE ‘BOUT IT!!

But so, so, so painfully awkward…

BUT!! He’s cozy, and has the COMFIEST pillows and blankets lying around it’s insane.

He deffo had one of them cool star projectors that make the room look like space. It’s the coolest.

When you guys start cuddling his glasses stay on, but if it turns into a small snooze they get lost and you guys have to dig through the blankets to find them to he can see, cause without them this bitch turns into Velma from Scooby Doo.