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content warnings: experienced!ellie x preachers daughter!reader, smut, innocent reader, religious guilt, closeted reader, mentions of god obviously, culty like church, sex in a church, scissoring, pussy eating, tit sucking, ellie talking you through it. lmk if i missed any! this is not proofread guys i wrote it at 1 am 🙏😔 men & mdni
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lately, sunday’s had been blurry. you could barley focus on your fathers words because you were to busy thinking about your neighbor, ellie. she lived in your neighborhood with her father joel. she was a stark contrast to everyone else around you. mindless christain’s who seemed to think anyone who was different than them was kissed by satan.
you’d been hanging around with ellie. learning more about her as the weeks passed. sometimes she’d sneak over to your yard and help you feel the horses you had in the barn behind your house. you knew about her. her sin. she was quite obvious about it too. she’d make out with women right on her front porch. the church people in your neighborhood always glared with judgement. shaking their heads in disbelief and horror.
when you first saw ellie kiss a girl you were immediately curious. like something had awaken inside of you. it felt like the feeling you lied about having when you told your father you were touched by god. whenever you would spend time with ellie, your father would lock you in the prayer shed just for batting your eyelashes at her. he’d sometimes leave you in there overnight. but your mind would never stray far from thinking about ellie.
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it was another hot sunday. you were practically melting in the white cotton purity dress your father made you wear every sunday. he was preaching how the path to heaven was narrow. that there’s no room for sin. to always focus on the light. but your light wasn’t jesus. it wasn’t god or a husband and children. it was her. it was ellie. every time you thought about her you felt tremendous pain mixed with guilt. you wished that she was a man. so that maybe your father would approve. maybe then you two could be together in the open. if she’d even want you. you’d seen her with two different women just this week. your stomach hurt just thinking about it. you needed water.
quietly, you made your way out of worship hall and into the quiet hallways of the church. everyone was listening to your father preach. you found the water fountain and filled up a paper cup. your favorite place to sit out and escape from sermons was the church library. it was dark and quiet. no one ever came in there.
just as you were about to turn the knob of the library door you heard your name in a low raspy voice. you turned to see ellie walking towards you. wearing a flannel and jeans. her short hair in a half up half down. “what’re you doin’ here?” your voice came out sweet and confused. ellie never came to church.
“wanted to see you s’all.” she reached behind you and opened the church library door. coaxing you in with her. “you couldn’t’ve waited till after church?” you tried to hide the excitement you had that she was here.
“says the one sneakin’ out in the middle of her daddy’s preachin’.” a bashful smile creeped onto your face and you locked the library door behind you. making your way over to the table in the middle of the room. covered in a few different translations of bibles. you sat on the corner and ellie stood in front of you.
“you shouldn’t be here..daddy’ll lock me in that shed if he sees me with you.” ellie ran a finger up your arm. gently tracing the soft skin. “don’t care about that..”
“well i do. there’s not air conditionin’. it’s hot.” ellie just smiled pitifully at you. then she leaned in and trailed gentle kisses up your neck. moving your hair away so she had better access. you let out a surprised whimper. not expecting it. the most you and ellie had ever shared was a kiss. after that one kiss you locked yourself in that prayer shed. “this is wrong..” you whimpered out. you tried to focus on that light your father preached about. this was a distraction. from the devil. but god it felt so heavenly.
“it’s not wrong baby.” she whispered between little kisses. she was careful not to leave any marks. she knew what your father would do if he saw them. her hand slowly slid your dress up your thigh. revealing more soft skin for her to worship. “tell me you want me.” she kissed up your jaw line. then to your cheek bone and finally your forehead. waiting for that sweet voice to give her the consent.
“want you..” you couldn’t help but give in. everything in your mind was screaming at you to push ellie off and run to that altar. but you couldn’t. you wouldn’t. as soon as those words left your mouth, ellie pushed you back onto the table. she propped your legs up on the polished wood and slid your panties off. immediately dropping to her knees in front of you. your sweet scent filling her nostrils. she wasted no time diving in and lapping at your pussy.
a strangled moan escaped your lips. your eyes widening and staring up at the dark ceiling. the only light was a table lamp that casted a glow over the both of you. you’ve never felt anything like this before. your hips bucked into her mouth. that tongue was fucking magical. you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep anymore moans from spilling out. her hand found your free one. intertwining your fingers. soft whimpers and the noises of ellie eating you out filled the small library.
you were gasping and whining under your hand. as ellie’s tongue lapped slowly at your pussy her finger came up and rubbed tight little circles on your clit. trying to relieve that ache she knew you felt. she grunted softly against your pussy. your taste drove her crazy. she felt your pussy tighten and a little buck of your hips. then she pulled away suddenly.
you whined at the loss of contact. no longer trying to contain your noises. you looked up at her as you watched her start unbuttoning her jeans. sliding them down along with her boxers. she got onto the table with you and helped you out of your dress. that pretty bra that matched your panties too.
she pulled you onto her lap. your legs tangling so you were in a scissoring position then gently started helping you grind your pussy against her own. watching as your face contorted into one of surprise and pleasure. your hands gripping the the fabric of her shirt that was still on. soft moans slipping past your lips. “there you go baby..just like that.”
her voice was so damn hot. and those words too. you started getting the hang of grinding your hips just like how ellie guided. your pussies aligning perfectly. she let out a moan of her own. the sound making you even wetter. she leaned down and captured one of your nipples. her tongue running over the peak as your grinding got more needy.
her hand slid down to your ass to grip harshly. her eyes never leaving your face as she altered between your breasts. her other hand was behind her propping herself up. her bicep flexing which made you moan. you felt heat pulling in your tummy.
your hips moved with more fervor. moaning with each breath. ellie pulled off of your breast and leaned her forehead against yours. “so close aren’t you? come sweetheart..” with a few more thrusts of your hips you finally came. all the guilt and worry releasing with it.
a sob of pleasure escaped you. completely collapsing against ellie. she hadn’t come yet but she didn’t care. as soon as you were taken care of. both of your soft pants was the only sound in the library. her hand coming up to gently pet your hair. followed by a soft kiss to your head.
“might have to start coming to church more often.”
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an: this was an anon requests i hope u like it! i’m also going to try to write for all of your requests bare with me. ily angels.
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Voting ended onMay 30
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note - just remembered this game existed, so eat up some shadowheart hcs while i write for the rest of the party ♡
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1. Thought she may not realise it yet, I think Shadowheart actually does want to connect with others. But she is so overly-awkward, that she just can’t bring herself to—when her memory got wiped, some of her social skills did too, and so she hasn’t been able to do it since.
2. I feel like Shadowheart likely had to live off rations or basic supplies back at home, as she was raised in a Cult that worships Shar—she cannot cook to save her life. And if she ever tried, it probably wouldn’t go will for her.
3. Shadowheart loves animals—loves spending time with Scratch and Owlbear at camp. She will make a fuss of them any chance she gets.
4. When she’s ill, I feel like Shadowheart would have very specific preferences with the food she eats—I feel like she’d be a rather picky eater anyway, so this is no surprise.
5. As Shadowheart has long hair, I feel like her ponytail would always get in her way—she had been tempted to cut it off on more than one occasion, as it annoys her so much sometimes.
note - i haven’t posted in soo long. exams have been absolutely up my ass recently. and i also started watching the boys. so enjoy some queen maeve hcs ! ♡
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1. Queen Maeve is the dry humour queen—will say the funniest things with the most deadpan expression ever. Her humour if brutally dry. It is difficult to tell whether she’s joking or not, as she is so sarcastic.
2. Even if she pretends not to care, she totally does. She could be totally silent around you, as that is her version of comfort—she’s the type of person to look constantly unimpressed, but still manages to notice things.
3. She is totally a night owl— she sleeps late, and stays up even later. She does a lot of her best thinking when she’s alone.
4. With people she trusts, she is surprisingly patient—anyone she doesn’t trust will just get the bare minimum of blunt honesty. But, if she cares about you, she will actually take the time to listen.
5. She definitely is the type to show her care through actions—checking in, making sure you’re home safe, silently handing you something you asked for days prior.
PAIRING: Boxer!Vi x Reader
SUMMARY: Your fiancé is a boxer meaning she works out a tonne in the gym and at home. You like taking advantage of it and she likes indulging you.
CONTENTS: Nsfw, mdni, smutty headcanons, ab riding, manhandling, rough sex, needy!vi, oral sex, vaginal fingering, strap on’s, just a mini post (that I can expand on if you’d like !!)
BOXER!VI who is easily the needy one in your relationship.
BOXER!VI who always has a tight grip on your hips as your straddle her waist, a trail off slick glistening on her abs where you’re grinding down against them. Her hips thrusting up slightly as she leaks onto the sheets beneath her, getting needier and needier at the sight.
BOXER!VI who can feel your eyes on her whenever she decides to work out at home. Purposely flexing her muscles and pulling her shirt up to wipe the sweat off her face, angling herself just right so she can watch your eyes move down her body, across her abs, down to her happy trail and back.
BOXER!VI who gets home all hot and sweaty from training but that only makes you want her more. Sinking down between onto the floor in front of her and trailing your hands across her thighs, feeling them tensing up under your touch. Watching her throw her head back as you lick a strip up her slit to tease her making her groan impatiently.
BOXER!VI who can pound you into the mattress with her fingers or her strap until you’re trembling beneath her, leaving scratch marks down her arms and over her biceps as you clench around her. Who is able to keep going as long as you can take it due to the hours of training and working out.
BOXER!VI who comes home to you after a match only to find you lying on the bed naked, one hand pinching your nipple and the other two fingers deep in your cunt. The clip of her fighting playing on repeat on the tv opposite the bed.
BOXER!VI who puts on a front of being in control when she’s hovering above you, strap heavy in her hand as she trails it up your slit to tap it against your clit. Who can’t quite hide the needy look in her eyes as she looks up at you waiting for you to let her slide inside.
BOXER!VI who punches the bags extra hard, her hair sticking to her forehead, on days you send her dirty texts during her training. Wrapping the tape around her hands extra tight and taking advantage of all the equipment to try and distract herself from just leaving to come home to you.
1. Zuko is awkward with kids to a surprising degree—he doesn’t really know how to interact with them, but they still gravitate towards him like he’s the coolest person ever.
2. I feel like Zuko would be the pushover ever—kids would ask him to teach them firebending, and he would just give them piggybacks around the palace, or something silly like that.
3. Zuko totally loves his hair, and hates having to style it, change it, or cut it. He likes it just the way it is.
4. Zuko sucks at maths—I just know it. He only has the capacity to remember certain concepts, but still doesn’t really know how to solve problems when it comes to math.
5. Zuko moves to quietly, that it scares people when he approaches behind them.
note - sorry for being inactive, it’s exam season in the uk right now so i’ve been busy with school, and haven’t really been able to post. i also may not be able to post everyday as i once did, but ill try to as much as i can. hope yall enjoy! ♡
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1. Music means everything to Kimiko, even if she doesn’t say it often. I feel like she would have great taste in music, and loves talking about it.
2. Would force you to learn her sign language, so she can talk to you and tell you everything—will stare at you in silence for days on end, saying nothing until you accept and start learning. When you do, she gets really happy, and there no turning back from that.
3. Kimiko would love loud, chaotic, and colourful things, especially after everything she’s been through.
4. She probably gets really happy with having a friend like you, constantly asking to hang out—you both have sleepovers, and watch movies together.
5. Since Kimiko never had a chance with having childhood friends, you’re probably the closest she’ll ever get to that, and she loves you for it.
↳ includes: billy butcher, hughie campbell, frenchie, mothers milk, kimiko, and soldier boy
↳ warnings: canon type violence and happenstances. hinted to take place during season three at some points.
↳ notes: sorry butcher is in here so much. he's the kind of guy that can't shut the fuck up, so i feel like he's always getting in everyone business no matter what
↳ song: rock me like a hurricane—scorpions
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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫
• He has mixed feelings about you
• On one hand, you’re a great team player. Always making sure the job gets done, willing to put yourself on the line for the team, one of the most willing to kill a supe in a snap—second only to him—and always managing to make shit up on the fly whenever something inevitably goes wrong on a mission. Butcher has seen you fend off an entire team of armed Vought men before with nothing but a well timed lie and piece of pipe. That’s not something to scoff at, even if he does anyways
• But on the other hand, he has a feeling that you were just as much as an annoying shit as he acted sometimes
• “Sorry to say this guys—“ You said one night through the food in your mouth as Chinese takeout sat on a dirty table in front of you, curtesy of M.M and his pocketbook, “—but I think I’d betray you all for a fortune cookie. I’d betray my country for a fortune cookie.”
• "You say that like we ain’t already betrayin’ the cunts, sunshine.” Butcher eyed you from across the room as you nicked Frenchies own cookie from him while he was staring off at Kimiko for the tenth time that night
• “Too right, Butch.” You grinned like a shark at your idiotic nickname for him, and he ignored you as you did so; like he always did
• He definitely appreciates your enthusiasm behind his plans. Unlike Hughie or M.M, who despite working in the business of taking down supes seem to be hesitant about doing too much shit, you don’t seem to have a very strong moral code. That’s not necessarily a good thing in anyone’s eyes except for Butcher’s, who knows that he can always count on you to have his back in whatever situation he manages to squeeze himself into
• “Thanks for comin’.” He grunted at you while vomiting into a toilet, green bile spewing from his mouth. Butcher’s eyes burned with the urge to let out a laser beam, and he did so for a moment, splitting the porcelain throne we was leaning over in two
• “Want me to hold your hair back for you, honey?” You didn’t even miss a beat to start making fun of his situation, which made Butcher growl at you even from his current position. Despite your sarcastic demeanor in the moment, and the way he had just scorched an unexpected hole through the shitty bathroom, Butcher knew you’d help, no questions asked. And that’s exactly what you did, grabbing whatever he asked you to as he gave you a run down on the latest solo mission he had been attempting to get by with on his own
• “Jesus, poor Gunpowder huh?” You mused as you crossed your arms and leaned on the sink above him. For a moment Butcher thought you were granting the dead supe a bit of sympathy before he saw the glint in your eyes. “If the last thing I saw before I kicked it was your mug, I’d probably wanna get it over with yeah?”
• “Do me a favor. Go grab the toaster in the other room an’ take a nice bath with it, would ya?”
• “You first, Butcher.”
𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥
• The two of you are like peas in a pod. Two very weird, very cautious peas in a pod
• Even if Butcher is beside himself with annoyance at having another, as he put it, “soft cunt with a morality complex,” join the team, Hughie couldn’t be happier that someone seems to share his values on supes, on Vought; on the world, really
• In the first season or so, the two of you would probably spend a lot of time in between working with everyone else in the field to come up with a way to take Vought down the right way. Eventually,as we all know, that later falls apart, but it exhilarates Hughie to know that there’s people out there like him that want to try and put in the effort for things like that
• “Yeah, so if we can get one more witness about the Termite incident to come forward and testify—“ You bit your pen between your teeth and nodded as Hughie waved his hands over a stack of papers and talked at a million miles an hour, somehow understanding each and every word.
• “—then we could finally take a supe down legally. And that would make way for a whole round of others; Hughie you’re a genius.” You finished his sentence for him, slapping a hand down on the table with a grin as Hughie smiled. Somewhere in the distance someone snorted wryly, no doubt having heard the entire conversation. You had no doubt it was Butcher, but that didn’t matter to the either of you with how happy you were at the revelation. No matter how temporary it would turn out to be
• Hughie finds himself trusting you quite a bit. He can get attached pretty easily, so he finds himself willing to do anything to back you up—within reason of course. He still has some semblance of sanity left
• Listens to Billy Joel with you! Doesn’t matter if you all are coming back from a mission covered in blood—once it was whale guts—he will stick one earbud in and leave the other out for you as he presses play on a mix. More than once the others have found both of you passed out and snoring as the faint sound of Billy Joel plays through the headphones
• “Think we should wake them up, mon amie?” Frenchie tilts his head as he looks down on the both of you. Hughie chest rises and falls with a softness he couldn’t afford on the regular. You were positioned far away from him to have your back to him, somehow keeping your end of the earbud in as you drooled
• “Nah, let em sleep. God knows they need it.” M.M shook his head with crossed arms, the sight reminding him of better times
• “Oi! Stop ogling at the knackered sods and come help me with this, would ya?”
• “Fuck you, Butcher.” M.M said with a sigh, leaving the room to go and help anyway
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞
• He fucks with you so hard
• I mean, come on, someone that’s as excited about making bombs as he is? Someone that is willing to understand French? To shit talk everyone else to their face—especially Butcher?? He might have to marry you on the spot
• Please learn French. He will literally beg you to start. Conjugates, vocabulary, even a simple ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Anything at all. Will absolutely not judge you for your horrific accent or pronunciation if you have any
• Bomb lessons on the side, too. If you already know the basics, or are a pro, it’ll be a lot more breezy, but he’s willing to start from scratch. It’ll be nice to have a partner to help him with his creations on the team for once, and even better since he likes you
• The two of you, and Kimiko obviously, are practically joined at the hip. What I said about the shit talking earlier was real, too. All of you use different languages or sign to voice whatever you’re thinking. It’s nice to be able to speak your mind freely, and there’s the added bonus of not having M.M give you that sharp look of his, or Butcher calling you names. Anymore than usual, that is
• “What do you reckon the three of ‘em are always on about?” Butcher took a swig from his drink. He was sitting next to Hughie with a beer on one of their down days as the younger man typed away on a computer. He was watching you Frenchie and Kimiko from across the room as you all signed at each other with giant smiles on your face. Frenchie would speak occasionally, but all that came out was his mother tongue, and your face would pause for a moment as you let your brain process what he was saying. Then all of you would break out into another round of grins, something that Butcher had to deadpan at
• “Probably planning a coup.” Hughie answered Butcher without even looking up from his screen. He knew who he was talking about anyways. It wasn’t hard to guess thanks, to the occasional loud exclamation from Frenchie as you signed something particularly risqué or funny
• Butcher flitted his eyes away in annoyance from you all after he recognized the word ‘cunt’ in the passing conversation, along with a sign that was clearly supposed to represent him
• “I think at this poin’ I’d prefer tha’.” He grumbled into his cup, and all of you laughed
• “Cheer up, Butcher. At least Frenchie isn’t teaching them how to make homemade cherry bombs again.”
• “Shut up.”
𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤
• Finally. Someone other than him can be the voice of reason in the group
• It’s tiring being the one to hold everyone together all of the time. It might help if Butcher wasn’t so much of an ass, or if Hughie didn’t feel the need to derail every plan with thoughts of his own, but M.M knew that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. So he’d take any help he could get with reigning everyone in
• Definitely bonds with you over your shared habit of wearing band t-shirts to meetups or hideouts. I’d like to imagine that at one point the both of you show up wearing the exact same one, and it goes exactly how one would expect
• “Same shirt.” M.M notices one morning, pointing at your torso with the initials N.W.A written over it. He’s smiling, and so are you as what he’s wearing in turn dawns on you
• “Same shirt!! Hell yeah.”
• Fist bumps. Fist bumps galore, man. The two of you fist bump a lot. To punctuate sentences, drive a point home, agree on stuff—anything. It’s your own way of communicating with each other without having to bat an eye
• It’ll take M.M a while, but eventually he’ll start to really open up about missing his family to you. Beyond just showing you pictures of his daughter at soccer practice, I mean. If he trusts you enough to have his back in a shoot out, then he trusts you with this
• At one point, it goes farther than his (regrettably ex) wife and daughter, and eventually branches out into what he’s willing to tell about his dad and brothers. You feel like you know all of them by the time he’s done, and that only makes the typewriter story hit harder when he finally decides to reveal it
• Let’s just say you were pretty willing to jump Soldier Boy on M.M’s half the first time you were left in a room with them
• “Just one swing I swear—“
• “He will literally beat you into a pulp.” M.M deadpanned, doing his best to avoid looking at the other imposing figure in the room as he clasped two hands on either of your shoulders
• “Listen to your friend, sweetheart. Would hate to have to scrub my hands clean of any of your blood. Getting under the fingernails is always hard.”
• “See what I mean, just one punch that’s all—“
• “No.”
𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨
• It’s honestly great for her to be able to hang around someone that feels the same way that she does. Maybe it’s how silent you are that really draws her attention at first, but Kimiko really grows to appreciate you as a member of the team
• Probably gets a lot of joy from having a friend like you. She constantly asks to do things like have you watch movies with her or to do ‘sleepovers,’ which are really just the two of you crashing on the main room couch together
• She never got a chance at a normal childhood or friends, so you and Frenchie are the closest she gets to a peace of mind
• Not even a question about it, she’s making you learn her sign language
• Will stare at you for days on end, saying nothing but everything at the same time until you agree to learn. Once you do, it’s all over. She gets the biggest most happiest look anyone ever seen, and there’s no turning back from that
• “Kimiko, what are you doing. It’s two in the morning.” You groan at her from under the thin covers of your bed, doing your best to ignore her hands as they fly about. It’s the childish equivalent of ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me’
• ‘No time to sleep. We have to go over stuff before the mission tomorrow. It will help us communicate.’ She was unnerved by your lack of enthusiasm. If anything it only spurred her on more, shaking your bed and pulling at your covers as you groaned. Even with the progress you had been making with signing over the past few weeks, your knowledge was still a bit shaky, and being half asleep didn’t help, so you only caught a few words. Enough to know what she wanted, however
• “Go away, Kimiko.” You whined. The shaking stopped, and for a moment you thought your request had worked. You were more than happy to fall back into whatever dream you had been having beforehand
• Then you heard the rushing of feet and a large weight slammed onto your legs
• “Goddamnit!—“
• Frenchie found the both of you the next morning; Kimiko looking bright eyed and bushy-tailed while you were practically falling asleep from where you sat. It was a teasing point for you over the next two weeks
• Between you, there’s moments like that where, despite Kimiko’s silence and your habit to keep your thoughts to yourself, nothing ever goes unseen or unsaid. The two of you know each other like the back of your hands, and sometimes you wonder if you’d even need her sign to communicate
𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲
• If the saying ‘this town ain't big enough for the both of us’ could apply here, it absolutely would
• It’s almost ironic how bad Soldier Boy handles another version of himself. You’ve got just as much snark and anger as him, and it pisses him the hell off. Constantly.
• Maybe it’s because you didn’t fan boy over him as soon as he flashed a few cheesy lines that keeps his disdain for you boiling, or that you didn’t keep your distance when he threatened to eradicate your entire bloodline if you didn’t stop running your mouth at him
• “Need help with that?” He cocks a brow at you one day, watching with poorly hidden annoyance as you struggle to tie a knot in your shoes for the fifth time in a minute. The offer isn’t serious, and even if it was, he has no doubt you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him in the face if he bent down to tie your shoe for you
• “Need help taking my dick down your throat?” You parroted back at him while raising your voice in a false-happy tone. Finally you get the shoestrings to cooperate, completely missing the way Soldier Boy glows in a harsh warning at your attitude
• “Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty.” Butcher calls from the room over, no doubt tired of the bickering between the two of you that had been nonstop for the past few days. “Let’s get a move on before one of you decides to claw the others bloody eyes out, yeah?”
• The fact that you’re not even a supe just ticks him off more. Only a few people have ever pushed his buttons like this, most of them being supes, and they always ended up being nothing but red paste in the next few minutes
• You make sure to point it out to him several times that you’re just acting like he always does, making sure to don a shit eating grin when he clenches his fist at your comment
• Please for the love of everything that’s holy tone it the fuck down. Some people may say that Soldier Boy has no self-control, but it sure is taking a whole lot of it not to kick you in the crotch as hard as possible
• “The feelings mutual.” You deadpan at him when he eventually shares that fantasy out loud. He knew full well that if you even so much as tried that, you’d end up with a broken ankle and your front pinned to the closest brick wall, but he had no doubts that you would go for it anyway
• Seriously. How has he not murdered you in your sleep yet
1. I feel like Aang’s love language is gift-giving. He would’ve the type to find little things on his journey that remind him of Katara and give them to her.
2. Aang would love ice cream, and would eat it any chance he got. His favourite would totally be cookies and cream or vanilla.
3. Aang always likes to make sure things are perfect—he’s a bit of a perfectionist. And then Toph would mess them up on purpose, and Aang would go insane.
4. He loves baking—especially with Katara. They would totally bake cupcakes or brownies together, and share them with the rest of the Gaang.
5. Aang’s favourite animal would totally be a squirrel. Don’t ask why, but he just low-key reminds me of a squirrel.
note - these headcanons are for pre-crash jackie, so not all of them may be deemed accurate. enjoy ! ♡
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1. Her parents were the soccer parents—they had signs, made up cheers, always brought snacks, and encouraged her to do nothing less than her best at every game. Jackie’s parents here so enthusiastic, that they insisted on sending her to soccer camp every summer.
2. Even when she was in high school, Jackie still believed in religiously brushing her hair 100 strokes before bed. She loves to her care of her hair—or herself in general.
3. Jackie’s go-to drink was always a cheap vodka and coke—but she’ll drink anything, as long as it’s not beer.
4. Was an absolute try-hard in PE class, but Jackie would always ask to go to the bathroom right before the end of the lesson so she could fix her hair and makeup before next period.
5. I feel like Jackie would talk a lot with her mouth full at the dinner table, especially if she was excited by the conversation, and was engaging in it.
1. I feel like Inej would be obsessed with collecting trinkets of some kind. She likes to show them to people—if someone steals them she will get them back, one way or another.
2. Inej totally loves board games—or she would if anyone wanted to play them with her. She gets surprisingly competitive and enthusiastic about about board games when people do play.
3. I feel like if Inej was real, she would totally be a theatre kid. She would always force the others to come with her to shows. Her favourite would totally be SIX.
4. Inej definitely just likes to wander The Barrel at night—when she can’t sleep, to clear her head, or even if she’s just bored.
