Hawkins Heroines

Just an rp account. Mun is 18+.

[hawkinsheroines]

Selective and Private multimuse. Mostly Stranger Things and a Marvel muse based. Willing to branch out to other fandoms depending if I know them. She/Her. Mun is 21+.

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[hawkinsheroines]

✦ Name / Alias: Amanda/Luna

✦ Favorite Color(s): red

✦ Current Video Game(s) You’re Playing: Batman Arkham Knight

✦ Current Book You're Reading: Yours Truly by Abby Jimenez

✦ Favorite Food: pizza

✦ Favorite Quote: “Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.” -Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

✦ Biggest Fear (make it a joke): Having to move again

✦ Greatest Hope for 2026: for things to get better.

Tagged by: @protectxthem

Tagging: you

[hawkinsheroines]

She smiled warmly at that. Maybe he was right. “Thanks. You always were the smarter one of us when it came to stuff like this though.” Haley admitted. She was good at science, but complex math wasn’t exactly her strongest suit. “So how’ve you been?”

[goddamnmuses]

Peter shakes his head slightly at her compliment, his cheeks turning a little pink at it. "No, you just made a small mistake and needed a second pair of eyes, it's nothing, really." He assures her. "Been? Er.. I've been good.. busy.. you?"

[hawkinsheroines]

Haley nodded her head. Sometimes a second pair of eyes really did help. “Uh, same. Mostly with college work and interning at OsCorp. It’s a little weird working there, but hey at least it’s giving me work experience.” Her shoulders shrugged.

[protectxthem]

"I'm just here for a couple of stitches." The Deputy Chief said, folding his arms over his chest as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed. He had smarted off and pissed another guy off, and the guy smacked Charlie in the forehead with his pistol.

Charlie wrestled the guy to the ground and scraped up his own arms and hands, too, trying to get the gun from the other. Once the guy was arrested, Charlie went to the hospital, only because when he returned to the office at the police station, his boss ordered him to go.

[hawkinsheroines]

“I can see that.” Melanie glanced up from where she was looking at his chart. His vitals were good, at least. She set the chart down and pulled out her pen light shining the light in his eyes. “Pupils are focused. That’s a good sign. Any headaches or dizziness?” The brunette turned the pen light off pocketing it again. She then examined the wound on his forehead.

Grabbing an alcohol wipe, she gently wiped it clean. It didn’t look like it needed that many stitches. Three or four at the most, maybe.

[xthedevilyouknowx]

“This is exactly why I’ve always avoided you guys.” Leyla rolled her eyes. “I’m a hunter just like you.” (For Sam)

"You're hunter, sure. That's as far as I'm willing to go. Now, what the hell do you want? Cause I have a feeling you're not looking to help."

@hawkinsheroines

[hawkinsheroines]

“I’m being honest. I learned from my father.” She spoke the truth. “What I want is for you and your brother to not hunt me. I’m out here hunting just like the two of you. I save people. I’m not a monster.” Leyla assured the taller Winchester.

@xthedevilyouknowx

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

[gloomglimmer]

›   A TENDER MOMENT OF CONFESSION.

“You must be blind if you can't see how I feel about you.”

“I shouldn't have to say it.”

“Don't you see?”

“Three words.” 

“If you want me to leave, I can.” 

“I would prefer if we spoke about this now.”

"You said you wanted to talk?

“Do you need me to say it out loud?”

“Let's agree not to lie to one another.”

“I think of you often.”

“I suspect you don't know how I truly feel.”

“Distance could not put a wedge between us.” 

“I suppose I'm not good at this.”

“What if I wanted it to work?”

“Do you care about me?”

“What more could you want?”

“I thought it was between us.”

“I don't do dates.”

“I don't do relationships.”

“You're different.”

“You're making it difficult.” 

[connectivitty-blog]

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[hawkinsheroines]

“It’s not that I don’t want to because believe me, I do.” She sighed softly and looked at him. “I worked my ass off to get to where I am professionally right now.” Francesca had gotten out of her small hometown and away from her brother’s terrible reputation. Why did Grant have to be so damn tempting?

The redhead melted into his touch a little bit. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of this a few times before though. “What do you want, Grant?”

[protectxthem]

Grant keeps his eyes on her, nodding. "I know you have worked your ass off to get where you are now, and I'm proud of you, so very damn proud of you." He says. Grant wasn't aware he was damn tempting; he saw himself as just an old man who enjoyed cooking and eating food. He had a little pudge of a stomach because he liked to eat.

When she melted into his touch, his breath caught in his throat, and he inhaled her scent. God, she smelt so good, and the way she was reacting to his simple touch led him to believe she was into him and that excited and scared him all at once. He looks at her and leans in as he's asked what he wants. "I want you. All of you, Francesca. For however long you want me to have you, and for however long you want me." He presses a gentle kiss to her lips after he speaks.

[hawkinsheroines]

It made her feel really good to hear him say that he was proud of her. Even with whatever was currently going on between them, she had always admired him as a chef and a person. So it meant a lot to her to know that she had made him proud.

His words made her soften a bit. She kissed him back and smiled. “I want you too, Grant. All of you.” Francesca felt all of her doubts and indecision begin to fade away. This just felt right.

[protectxthem]

@hawkinsheroines asked: “We can’t -God, we can’t cross this line.” (For Grant from Francesca)

too close for 'just friends' | accepting

He's proud of her for using her words and for putting a stop to what they were about to do because she wasn't ready. He wasn't going to push her for an answer, but he'd comfort her if she wanted him to.

"Hey, hey." He says softly, putting his hands on her face and tilting her head a bit to look at him. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, darlin'." He smiles at her, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

[hawkinsheroines]

“It’s not that I don’t want to because believe me, I do.” She sighed softly and looked at him. “I worked my ass off to get to where I am professionally right now.” Francesca had gotten out of her small hometown and away from her brother’s terrible reputation. Why did Grant have to be so damn tempting?

The redhead melted into his touch a little bit. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of this a few times before though. “What do you want, Grant?”

[hawkinsheroines]

“I think it’s a good look on you.” Haley admitted reassuring him then turned her attention back to her notebook. Her brows raised as she looked at the equation he was pointing at which apparently had the error. She studied the equation for a few moments before something clicked in her head. “Oh I put the wrong number. No wonder.” The brunette erased the number before jotting down the right one.

[goddamnmuses]

"Well thanks." Peter smiles softly, cheeks turning a little pink at the compliment before smiling slightly as she realises her mistake, he enjoys teaching, it feels good watching someone learn. "There you go, see, you had it."

[hawkinsheroines]

She smiled warmly at that. Maybe he was right. “Thanks. You always were the smarter one of us when it came to stuff like this though.” Haley admitted. She was good at science, but complex math wasn’t exactly her strongest suit. “So how’ve you been?”

[protectxthem]

@hawkinsheroines asked: Oops! (For Jack Abbott from Melanie)

Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel. | accepting

Jack steps out of the shower in the hospital, wrapping a towel around his waist. He picks up his prosthetic and carries it with him as he moves toward where he left his backpack and clean clothes. He stops walking and blinks a bit when he sees Melanie. "Oh, hey. I thought you left already." He had gotten blood and puke on him earlier and just now had the chance to shower it all off himself. He shifts a bit, holding the towel around his waist a little tighter.

[hawkinsheroines]

“Oh, uh, no. I’m about to though.” She grabbed her bag from her locker making sure she had everything she needed. Jack was quite attractive, but the last thing she wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable. So Melanie tried her best not to gawk at him. “Sorry if I startled you.” She apologized feeling a little bad, but that was an image that would stay imprinted in her memories for a while.

[hawkinsheroines]

“Well I appreciate that. Thanks.” She nodded and sat down beside Peter handing the open notebook to him so he could see what she had written down. “I truly hate equations.” The brunette remarked looking at him. “Oh you grew your hair out a bit. I like it.” Haley smiled.

[goddamnmuses]

"No problemo." Peter smiles taking the notebook to look over it and then tilting his head as he reads, thinking as he continues to listen to her. "Hm? Oh yeah.. I need to go get it cut" he admits looking over at her before looking back at the book. "There's an error with this one." He states pointing out one of the equations but not wanting to just give her the answer or else she wouldn't learn.

[hawkinsheroines]

“I think it’s a good look on you.” Haley admitted reassuring him then turned her attention back to her notebook. Her brows raised as she looked at the equation he was pointing at which apparently had the error. She studied the equation for a few moments before something clicked in her head. “Oh I put the wrong number. No wonder.” The brunette erased the number before jotting down the right one.

[xthedevilyouknowx]

”Give a bit, Take a lot.” (For Michael from Leyla)

"I think that tends to be the general outlook of most people," Michael muttered, dark hues moving to Leyla. He'd met her several months ago, and though they never really made a plan to meet up, it seemed their paths often crossed.

Currently, it was late evening, just after dusk, and Mike was sitting on the back of a park bench, his feet in the seat.

"I think most creatures have a tendency to be selfish. That's nothing new."

@hawkinsheroines

[hawkinsheroines]

“Maybe a little. I mean, who wouldn’t be?” She shrugged her shoulders with a playful smirk on her face. It felt like everyone was capable of being selfish sometimes. Why should she be any different? It wasn’t like Leyla was harming anyone. Ironic since she was still technically a hunter.

“Though I admit that I can’t say I’ve been too self serving lately. Been too in my head, I guess.” Leyla tucked her dark hair behind her ear. It was the truth, at least.

@xthedevilyouknowx

[hawkinsheroines]

Haley laughed softly at that. “Yeah, that sounds like Harry alright. You’re a good friend for waiting.” She smiled and then glanced back down at her notebook. “Hm? Oh I’m just working on a project for one of my courses. I keep hitting a very frustrating snag.” The brunette admitted letting him see what she had written down.

[goddamnmuses]

"It's okay it gives me some time to just think." Peter tells her with a small shrug of his shoulders. Eyes looking at the notebook even if he cant see the contents of it from this side. "Well if you need any help I'm free to assist until Harry gets here." He offers.

[hawkinsheroines]

“Well I appreciate that. Thanks.” She nodded and sat down beside Peter handing the open notebook to him so he could see what she had written down. “I truly hate equations.” The brunette remarked looking at him. “Oh you grew your hair out a bit. I like it.” Haley smiled.

[hawkinsheroines]

“Hey Peter. Waiting for Harry again?” She wasn’t exactly surprised. Haley knew how busy her twin brother could get sometimes. Not that she would hold that against him. “Help yourself to the kitchen if you’re thirsty or whatever.” Her shoulders shrugged as she used her pencil to erase something in her notebook.

[goddamnmuses]

Peter looks up from the newspaper as he hears her voice and smiles softly. "Yeah, he texted me and said he should be here soon" Peter states with a small nod of his head. "But it's Harry so who knows how long soon is." He adds then clears his throat as he looks down at her notebook. "What you got there?"

[hawkinsheroines]

Haley laughed softly at that. “Yeah, that sounds like Harry alright. You’re a good friend for waiting.” She smiled and then glanced back down at her notebook. “Hm? Oh I’m just working on a project for one of my courses. I keep hitting a very frustrating snag.” The brunette admitted letting him see what she had written down.

[xthedevilyouknowx]

”Give a bit, Take a lot.” (For Michael from Leyla)

"I think that tends to be the general outlook of most people," Michael muttered, dark hues moving to Leyla. He'd met her several months ago, and though they never really made a plan to meet up, it seemed their paths often crossed.

Currently, it was late evening, just after dusk, and Mike was sitting on the back of a park bench, his feet in the seat.

"I think most creatures have a tendency to be selfish. That's nothing new."

@hawkinsheroines

[hawkinsheroines]

“Speaking from experience?” Leyla asked with a soft smirk. She could hear her father in her mind calling her a fool for not getting rid of him already. It took her years to realize that maybe not every monster needed to be killed. Not that she really saw Michael as a monster.

She wasn’t going to judge him just based off the fact that he was a vampire. It would be just as bad as people judging her for being a half demon.

@xthedevilyouknowx