Hey, my lovelies, back with another Headcanon. I hope you enjoy it!
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❀Walking through the woods with Podrick is quiet and serene. Podrick knows the good trails. Where the flowers bloom most, you’ll see the most wildlife.
❀Podrick likes being away from everyone else, away from the chaos and the politics, the war. He likes it when it’s you and him. Time to talk, time to relax.
❀Podrick and you have special spots. Places where you like to sit. They always have good views. They’re beautiful and scenic.
❀Podrick will walk through the forest with you no matter the weather. It can be raining or sunny. Whenever the two of you can slip away, you both find yourself trolling around in the woods together.
❀Podrick singing while you walk with your hand in hand, gently swaying between you. It echoes off the trees, birds singing in the background.
❀Podrick picks wild flowers for you. He’ll tuck them behind your ear or gather enough to form a bouquet. Podrick's heart fills whenever he sees you happy. He always wants you to be as happy as possible.
A soft and fluffy one shot piece between Rook and Lucanis. He's a little unsure, she's madly in love and it's after the first time they have slept together. Generic Rook name. Fem Rook.
Rook watched Lucanis move about her room, retrieving his scattered clothing. Their first evening together had been filled with awkward moments, quiet laughter, and a closeness she hadn’t realized she craved. They were officially together now, in every sense of the word.
Propped up on one arm, she let her gaze follow him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “You know, you don’t have to sneak out of here,” she teased gently.
Lucanis glanced back at her, holding his shirt in his hands. “I know,” he said quietly, his voice steady but carrying a flicker of hesitation. “But… I don’t want the others to talk. Not yet. I want to hold onto this... just us... for a little longer.”
Rook chuckled softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “And you think they haven’t already been talking about us?”
A faint smirk ghosted across his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know they have,” he admitted, his tone thoughtful. “But this… tonight… it’s new. It’s ours. I don’t want to ruin it by…” He trailed off, looking away as if searching for the right words.
“By being under the spotlight?” she finished for him, her voice kind.
Lucanis nodded, his lips twitching into a nervous smile. He pulled his shirt on and began buttoning it slowly. “I had an idea of what tonight was supposed to be,” he said, his voice softer now, “and I know I didn’t live up to it.”
“Lucanis,” Rook interrupted, sitting up straighter, “You were wonderful. We were wonderful.”
He didn’t look convinced. His eyes flickered with doubt as he rolled up his sleeves, his movements slow and deliberate. “You’re saying that to be kind.”
“No,” Rook said firmly, her voice gentle but steady. “I’m saying it because it’s true. We’ll figure it out together, it doesn’t have to be perfect or some grand romantic gesture. I lov—” She caught herself, cheeks warming, before finishing with, “I like being with you.”
Lucanis’s brow furrowed slightly as he caught her slip, but he didn’t press her on it. Instead, he focused on fastening his waistcoat, smoothing the creases with unnecessary precision.
“Hey,” Rook said softly, sliding off the couch and gathering the blanket around her as she crossed the room. She stopped in front of him, resting a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to carry all this doubt, you know. Last night, it meant everything to me... because it was with you.”
Lucanis finally met her gaze, his eyes searching hers. He swallowed hard, his voice low when he replied, “I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“You didn’t,” Rook assured him, her smile soft and sincere. “I promise, you didn’t.”
For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, the outside world forgotten. Then, with a hesitant but genuine smile, Lucanis leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Thank you,” he replied, his breath warm against her skin.
“Always,” she whispered in return.
He stepped back, his expression a mix of shyness and resolve. “I’ll see you at breakfast?"
“Do I get pancakes?” Rook asked, her lips curling into a playful grin.
Lucanis paused, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. “That depends... do I get another kiss before I leave?”
“And here I thought I was the easily bribed one,” she teased, moving closer. He leaned slightly forward to meet her halfway. The kiss started soft, tentative even, but warmth quickly blossomed between them. That unmistakable passion of his, the kind she had only just begun to discover a few hours earlier, wrapped around them, pulling her deeper into the moment.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against hers, “You’ll get your pancakes, but only because you asked so nicely.”
She looked up at him with a playful glint in her eye. “It’s a date?”
“It’s a date,” he echoed softly, the words carrying more weight than the moment might have warranted.
He stepped back reluctantly, his gaze lingering on her for one last moment before he turned toward the door. As he slipped out, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. Rook flopped back onto the couch with a smile of her own.
Pancakes and Lucanis. Maker, she could get used to this.
hawkins small town diner where the staff don’t wanna be there and the linecook is a grumpy metal head who likes to argue with his boss and ignore everyone else. but the new waitress can’t hack the rude customers and the regulars can be a little… much.
serving up indiana heatwaves, slow burns, walk in freezer breakdowns, late night talks, shared shakes and food as a love language. order extra spice for $4.
𖦹 summary: if miles isn't doing prowler business, helping out at home, or hanging out at you then he's busy texting you instead. pt 2 of HER WAY click here for pt 3
𖦹 author's note: HIII I'm planning to make a discord server for atsv fans between the ages of 13-16 if you wanna apply click on this post :))
You’re his everything, he rather keep you sitting on his desk talking his ear off rather than sending you off on missions— he doesn’t want to risk you getting hurt.
When he first went to your dimension, He honestly had to rethink recruiting you to the spider society—he wanted to keep you all to himself, hidden from everyone else.
You were so full of life, and attitude. But still so cool and collected. You were Young— a 10 year age difference.
But you were so pretty, he had to make you his.
“I’ll be your girlfriend— only if you let me join this so call society you’re from.”
He accepted easily, and even introduced you to everyone, urging you to keep your mask on Though— everyone wasn’t worthy of seeing your face like he was.
You were charismatic too, becoming quite popular with everyone pretty quickly— mostly the spiders that were actually your age.
Especially Hobie.
Hobie became a good friend quickly, being the first one other than miguel to see your face. He liked you. Not only because you were the boss’s pretty girl.
But also cause you were easy to talk to, easy to coax and shift your beliefs to match his.
You were his to mold into the perfect rebel.
Who cares if you had to sneak around behind miguel’s back to hang out, just for hobie to have you cumming all over his face, he liked you a lot.
He didn’t care if you didn’t want to break up with Miguel, he’s perfectly fine with you seeing you on the side.
For now, miguel could have you— but once you flipped over a leaf to be the perfect rioter.
she's in her pastel colors, usually shades of pink hugging her body in meticulously planned ways. it takes her a while to pick outfits, cycling through skirts and low rise jeans and tiny shorts until she settles on the first item she'd picked up. she always apologizes to hobie throughout her routine, "sorry"s rushed out with the nature of time on her mind as she searches for her favorite lip gloss. which hobie plucks off her vanity and hands to her.
her kisses are slick, always, and leave remnants of strawberry or cherry flavored moisture on hobie's lips. her hugs are tight, frequent, and smell sweet, a nice contrast to hobie's strong-musky scent.
she has a certain way that she speaks, a way that sometimes gets side eyes from people on the streets but those looks are averted when hobie scowls their way. because there's nothing he hates more than stereotypes.
he knows that her hyperfemininity is constantly looked down on, but he also knows that his girl is smart, and cares about the state of society around them just as much as he does. he's seen her protesting on the streets, a pretty sign held up as she shouts demands with people around her. and he's seen her stand on the frontlines to defend those around her, intricately designed nails tucked into her hand which has clenched into a fist.
he's her protector, but she doesn't really need one. she accepts it anyway, of course, sending sweet smiles and chaste kisses his way when he defends her on the tube or at pubs.
it a classic case of opposites attract. and hobie wouldn't have it any other way.
Before Eddie and his friends go into the gate, he plays you (Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult on his guitar. When he doesn’t return with them, it’s all you can listen to after.
“Hmmmm.” You kissed him again. Those stupidly broad shoulders were blocking anyone’s view, so you let your tongue trace across his lip as you pulled away.
“Dr Pepper.”
He laughed and ran his tongue across the path yours had just taken. “Nah, cream soda.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh huh.“
“But…but cinnamon?”
He laughed again, blowing and popping a red bubble in your face. The unmistakable spice wafted toward you.
“Dammit. That’s cheating.”
“It’s called strategy.” He leaned forward, smirk in full force…ready to kiss the pout and/or puffed cheeks you were giving him in return. He halted as a loud groan erupted behind him.
“The fuck is your problem, phone charger?”
“Duuuuude, finally. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
You smiled and sidestepped the man in front of you to see Kaminari spinning at his desk, eyes still glued to the ceiling. The exhale from Katsuki was the only invitation he needed to continue, raising his fingers to count off in front of his face.
“First of all, me not having a cutie come in every day to kiss is a huuuuge problem.”
Katsuki tsked, slid behind you, and rested his chin on the top of your head. You ignored the gentle tugs against your waist in the direction of the door.
“It’s totally not fair. And B, the least you could do is let me watch.”
“The fuck I will, you-“ Kaminari ignored the interruption, continuing on. “Third, do you guys go grocery shopping like every day?” He stopped spinning and cocked his head to the side.
“Grocery shopping?”
“Yea, like you want Dr Pepper. It’s been weeks of you needing something every day…yesterday was mint ice cream, the day before that was coffee, and it’s always something different. It’s weird.”
You laughed, pushing away the hand that had left your waist and was now trying to cover your mouth.
“Don’t you dare tell that perv.” You laughed harder at the whine in his voice as you broke free and hid behind Kaminari’s chair.
“We aren’t grocery shopping. We’re playing a game.”
“Oh, can I play?” You clutched your side as the image of that made your laughter more intense.
“You absolutely can fucking not.” Bakugou nearly growled the words.
“Why not? You’re so mean, man.”
You wiped the tears from your eyes. “Charge, the game is guessing the chapstick flavor.” Kaminari rolled his head back to look up at you.
“Guessing the chap-“ his eyes widened as Bakugou let out a huff in your direction. “Ohhhh, I see…” He smiled and winked at your boyfriend, who was now successfully tugging you toward the door. “I could totally play that. So what will you wear for us tomorrow?”
“Not wearin’ anything for you tomorrow, idiot.”
“That’s hot, bro.”
You giggled as Katsuki’s ears became the brightest part of his costume.
“Shut the fuck up and get back to work.”
You were both nearly in the hallway when you heard one last shout behind you.
“Wait! Does that mean you have like 237 different lip glosses?”
You laughed, pushing Katsuki forward as he tried to turn and launch himself back into the room.
Finally had a story caught in my head. First thing I’ve finished and didn’t hate in a while. Hope you like it. 🖤 slowly unblocking my brain
He doesn’t like labels!!1!!1! He doesn’t like consistency!!1!!1!!
And you’re right, he doesn’t. But when it comes to you, he finds the idea more attractive than he would in any other situation.
I think it would take him a while to accept that he wants you to be his, that he wants to slap a label on it. It just goes against what he stands for so much, but the second you start feeling like he doesn’t wanna be with you — LABEL TIME!
Alright onto the actual headcannons:
His room is messy in an organized way. He doesn’t make his bed, and there’s always cans on his nightstand. But it also fits? His room is full of trinkets, and he has blackout curtains that he stole from a dumpster. (They’re pretty fucked up but they do the job)
Anyways, he likes it when you come to his place! He has this loud ass bluetooth speaker (also stolen— don’t ask) that he welcomes you to play your music on anytime.
“Yeah, you got aux, Ma.”
If you got overwhelmed by the messiness of his room, he would probably fix it up a little before each time you came over.
As Spider-man, he doesn’t like including you in his work. He loves the adrenaline of his job, but the moment you’re involved, he finds himself being more careful.
Think he smells like cigarettes and one of those really nice colognes that smells woody and smoky.
On that note, there’s no way he doesn’t smoke. I think he dabbles in weed here and there, but definitely cigarettes. If you asked him to stop, he would. But he uh.. might need your help distracting him. ;)
“Just cravin’ all the time, love. Help me out?”
His hands are so big… They wrap around your wrists so easily, maybe even both. Y’ALL REMEMBER THAT SCENE where he was putting him palms up to show Miles how to break the shield. GOOD LORD his hands. I can’t.
Rockstar boyfriend! After his shows, he’d make a beeline for you and ask you what you thought. And he wants genuine criticism too! Anyways yeah after the people have filed out of the pub or nightclub he was performing at, he drags you to the brick wall outside the side door, and has his way with you for a while. The adrenaline gets to him 🤷♀️
He’s a crazy good kisser, but a sloppy one when he gets into it. His hands are always on the back of your neck, like he’s trying to pull you impossibly closer.
A bit of a teeth clasher I fear, but he’s just so impatient! You look so good f’him :( He just wants to kiss you as much as possible. That means a little teeth clashing :D
Big spoon :) no explanation needed
IF YOURE A SPIDERPERSON TOO he’ll do whatever he can to go on missions with you! He wants to make sure you’re safe, but he also NEEDS the time with you.
“Don’t believe in teams, but ‘m sure we’re the best they got.”
Always has an arm around your shoulders or a hand on your hip
OH MY GOD I bet he puts his hand in your back pocket!!!! Wait that’s so hot
Has really cold hands, and wears a crap ton of rings.
NSFW TIME. :D
Think this guy is on the longer side, with average girth. Maybe like 7 inches. He doesn’t really monitor the hair, but if you ask him to shave it down, he will.
He LOVES going down on you. He’ll pull his wicks back as best as he can and use one of your hair ties so they don’t tickle your thighs or anything. His lip ring feels like heaven on your cunt, and you know he’ll be down there for a while 🫶
Loves quickies!! He doesn’t always have as much time as he wants to give you between shows and being spider-man. But a quickie is the perfect way to blow off some steam :)
He would never ask you too, but he’s really into the idea of bondage. He wants to see you all tied up for him, or possibly he’s all tied up for you.
Dominant, but likes being on the bottom. He loves it when you ride him, and he somehow still keeps praising and/or degrading you through it.
HE TALKS. He talks. Down in your ear all the time, whispering just how good you feel, and how you’re being so perfect f’him.
His accent somehow makes the dirty talk better? Like you would think the accent makes it funnier, but he just pulls it off so well that it turns you on like crazy.
“‘know you’ve got one more f‘me, yeah? Just one more, pretty girl.”
AUGH
AGG
AGHUGH
he’s so fine
Alright that’s it for now. I might add more to this later.
I’m gonna be doing both alphabets for him at some point, so yeah. Look out for that.
eddie would say "this guy's bothering you babe?" every time you accidentally bump into something.
you're just walking around the trailer, taking back your plate to the kitchen when you hit your leg against the table, "ow you son of a bitch!" you'd yell out and eddie comes running from his room. his guitar tossed on the bed and music sheet has flown off his lap and got scattered all across the floor.
"what happened? you okay?" he'd ask then he'd see that the table has moved a bit since he last saw it about thirty minutes ago. "this guy's bothering you, sweetheart?" he'd walk towards the table and stare it down, "do i need to teach you a lesson here? hm? teach you not to hit on girls? and my girl nonetheless." his hands in fists, he'd buff out his chest, acting all tough and scary but it only makes him look adorable like a mad puppy.
"actually eds, technically i hit it." you'd tell him and he'd turn to you.
"babe you don't have to do this. don't defend this asshole just so i wouldn't hurt him." glaring at the table again, "come on bitch! not so brave now huh?"
then he'd act as if he's throwing hands with the table only for him to hit his foot against its leg, hard, and end up on the floor in the fatal position holding his foot in both hands and go "the soldier has fallen. i've been defeated by the evil forces of wooden home furniture. pass my kind regards and sorrow to the queen. long live rock and roll." then in true eddie fashion, he'd pretend to be dead with his tongue out and his middle finger pointed to his new immortal enemy, the table.
could I please request steve and shy!reader and her first time staying the night at his place? lots of timid cuddling and just overall sweetness? I loved your first steeb drabble!
ohemgee yay i’m so glad you liked it!! thank u for for such a cute req, i hope i did it justice🫡 | 1k fluff, gn!reader
You were going crazy, without a doubt. You’ve already finished showering, but you’ve been locked away in his bathroom for 15 minutes. The pep talk you’re giving yourself in the foggy mirror does nothing to calm flutter in your stomach.
“Everything okay, honey?” You hear Steve call from down the corridor.
“Yes—Yeah, I’m okay!” The words are rushed and clumsy as the nickname runs through your head on repeat. And while you’re about to sleep in his room for the first time, it’s too domestic for your racing heart. You hope he doesn’t notice.
Giving yourself one final nod of scarce confidence, you pull open the door and softly let it close behind you. You’re practically walking on the balls of your feet so as not to make any noise.
When you peek into his room, you see the plain of Steve’s back facing toward you. You let your gaze shamelessly trace through the freckles and moles that grace his skin, then to the muscles that tense in his biceps as he fluffs one of his pillows. He’s mumbling to himself as he punches and pulls at the cushion.
Once you push past the door, he turns like he’s a child caught stealing the last cookie from the jar. He’s doe eyed with flushed cheeks and messy hair.
“Hey, there you are,” he sings with a gentle smile.
“Hi.” You timidly wave with a smile just as sweet.
“I was getting worried,” he starts as he meets you by the door, “Started to think you fell in or something.” Steve laughs it off, but there’s a small twitch in his eyebrows that threatens to expose his nerves.
Because while you were in the bathroom, Steve had been giving himself his own encouraging speech. One which also fell quite short, but he was better at concealing it. At least he thinks he is.
Your clammy hand reaches for his, a reassuring effort to soothe both your worries. “No search party necessary. I’m still standing,” you reply softly. He releases a hefty exhale — a mixture of a shaky laugh and a sigh of relief — and gives your hand a small squeeze.
“I’ll be right back. You can sleep on either side, I don’t mind.”
He’s quick to jog out, leaving you to roam every inch of his bedroom.
You’ve been in Steve’s room countless times before, you probably have every trinket and frame committed to memory. But every detail has somehow become more intimate since the last time you’ve visited. Every knick knack is a window into Steve Harrington’s being and by tomorrow morning, you’d become even more familiar. The thought only further warms your chest once your eyes land on an old love note you’d given him, preserved in a framed picture of you right on his bedside table.
By the time he returns, you’re already under the covers with a cheesy smile and patting the empty space next to you.
He uses some sort of excuse so that he can keep a dim nightlight on: Just so you can see everything in case you need to get up in the middle of the night. And Steve Harrington doesn’t have a secret aversion to the dark.
No, Steve Harrington is a romantic, and he just really wants to see your pretty face.
“Are you okay?” He whispers as he settles beside you. He moves to bring the blanket up to your chin and traces the underside of your jaw with his knuckle.
“Yes, I’m okay, Stevie.” You giggle at his concerned expression and reach up to smooth out the wrinkle in his brow before you convince yourself not to.
“Good. Good…just checking.”
And though you’re both laying face to face, sharing the same sheets, he’s entirely too far away for your liking. All you would have to do is extend your arms just a few inches until they reach his shoulders. But really, it’s a few inches too much.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again lowly, noting the pensive expression on your face.
Your stomach flips and your hand flies to pick at the skin of your lips. Now, you would just need to ask. But it’s so difficult when he’s staring right at you, practically oozing adoration. Now there’s a knot in your mouth where your tongue should be.
“Steve?”
He hums. The knot tightens.
“You don’t have to, but…can you, um—would you want to…” you trail off as the rest of your question dissipates.
“Do you…do you want me to hold you?” He finishes for you. He’s already moving to sit up before you can say ‘please,’ eager to wrap you up in his embrace.
You sit up the slightest bit so that he’s able to slither his arm underneath your head. He’s laying on his back while you’re curled into his side. You rest on his bicep, legs tangled with his own and an arm around his middle as you play with the fingers of his other hand.
“Is this okay? Am I hurting you?” You turn slightly so that you’re peering up at his face, chin resting on his shoulder. It’s an awkward angle and you know it’s going to result in a dull ache in your neck, but you can’t be bothered to care with his lips so close.
“No, no,” he’s quick to rush out, “This feels nice. I like this.”
It’s not until you see his wide smile that you notice the ache in your cheeks thanks to your matching expression. Without giving it a second thought, you push yourself up to kiss him, eliciting a sigh from the boy. It’s lazy, and it doesn’t last for more than a few seconds before you’re drawing back to hide your burning face in his chest.
He pauses to gather his bearings and gives you a kiss to the top of your head. “If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”
Am I the only one that reads SO much '... x reader' stuff, that I don't even read y/n as 'your name' anymore, but just read my actual, own name automatically? I don't even notice it most of the time lol
best-friend Eddie being secretly in love with you would include:
masterlist
> holding hands “platonically” except his thumb always gently caresses you
> “platonic” cheek and forehead kisses
> driving you to and from school / uni / hellfire everyday
> randomly showing up at your door at least once a week with snacks for a movie night
> “platonically” leaning on each other during said movie night (it’s literally cuddling)
> sleeping in the same bed at sleepovers and no there is no pillow wall
> Eddie “platonically” and “accidentally” cuddling you in his sleep (he can’t help that he’s drawn to you in his sleep)
> you both always sleep better when you’re next to each other
> he’s constantly putting his jackets over you when it’s cold and convincing you to wear his clothes to school after sleepovers because “there’s no point going back to yours when there’s clothes here”
> pet names!!! sweetheart, doll, angel, my girl, darling
> his front seat being reserved for you (he borderline doesn’t let anyone else sit there even when you’re not there because they’ll ruin his best girls chair)
> being backstage or right at the front to all of his gigs and he literally sings only to you
> smoking together all the time if that’s your thing (if not he still loves lounging around)
> constantly almost confessing your love for each other: drunk almost kisses, tired mumblings…
> on new years he sees you staring at one of your friends getting their 12am kiss and crashes his lips to yours
> you both justify it by wanting a new years kiss and he was doing you a favour but my god was it the best kiss either of you have ever had in your lives
> brushing off all of these because yes, he’s a gentleman but he’s also in love with you
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