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Hard Launching

Summary: Iida finds it amusing how much you enjoy posting him on your Instagram Characters/Pairings: Iida x reader, fem!Reader Warning: smau, fem!reader but that's simply due to the pfp i picked, minor mention of the incident with Iida's brother, established relationship, no war becuase I still haven't finished watching past s2 💀 Word Count: ~500 A/N: This is my first time writing anything mha related!! my bad to anyone using a pc or laptop, i fear the layout might not be as aesthetic as i've planned LMAO

It had only been two hours since you posted the sweet photo of Iida and your local stray, and yet for some reason you couldn't help but yearn to post more. An abundance of photos had been compiled in your phone's gallery, so many to the point where your phone had taken upon itself to make a personal folder just for your sweet boyfriend, Tenya Iida. Most were of him resting against your chest, dark hair messily spread across his face as he slept soundly against your warm skin, while others were more serious, such as the professional photos taken of him at sports events. Every single photo held a memory, whether it be enjoyable or embarrassing and you planned to treasure every single one of them.

While you were already pressing the small plus at the bottom of your screen, Iida had found his way towards your spot on the lounge. Your eyes flickered upwards and your face softened into a sweet smile. The relationship you shared had been built upon mutual trust and a genuine bond. You were there for him when his brother was injured, pushing him until he finally opened up. In many ways, that was the beginning of your gentle relationship. You sighed at the thought, something that Iida had picked up on almost instantaneously. He set himself down next to you, arm gently wrapping around your waist to pull you into his warm chest. It had been two years since graduation, and five years since you first started dating. Although he had been rather shy with any displays of affection in the beginning, he was completely comfortable now.

"I saw your post.." He whispered into your ear, the cool frame of his glasses brushing against your cheek as he leaned in to rest his head against your shoulder. Your cheeks flushed, nose scrunching up as you recognised the subtle hint of amusement settled deep beneath his words. "Did you like it?" Your eyes lit up at his small nod against your warm skin, feeling the soft touch of his lips against your cheek.

Iida couldn't stop that gentle smile that spread across his face at your words. He found it silly how desperate you were to finally announce to the world that you were dating through your socials. You'd taken a long break after an incident in highschool, hence why you were only now hard launching your boyfriend across your Instagram feed. He gave a gentle nod and soft hum, his hand squeezing your waist before he finally spoke again.

"I love it.."

Rotten || Part 2

Summary: Second chances only come to those who deserve it. You aren't sure if your husband should be considered as a deserving person. Characters/Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader Word Count: ~900 Warnings: angst, A/N: This was asked to be turned into a part 2 by @bat1212 a while ago and I completely forgot :(( sorry for keeping you waiting!!

Ever since you had walked out, a bitter taste had left its permanent place in Miguel's mouth. He had done nothing but watch the love of his life walk out of their house as if they were nothing to him. He had already lost his old life, and then there was the one he stole from his alternate self. An alternate version of him who was happy, who lived with you and your daughter... up until the incident. When he met you in this world, he swore he wouldn't let anything hurt you. Yet here he was being the soul reason that your chest ached and heart broke.

Your phone was hot, ready to blow up with the number of calls and texts that your husband had been spamming you with. Most ranged from 'call me', to extensive apologies and begging for forgiveness. It would never be worth it.

How could you forgive him after he threw away everything he promised to you?

As your phone rang for the tenth time that night, you finally decided to answer. it wasn't an easy decision, already knowing that the sway in your silent treatment would break your faux confident demeanour. "What is it?" The sigh that slipped past your plump lips was pathetic, a giveaway to how upset you truly were. You could sense Miguel's hesitation before he even spoke.

"I am sorry," he began, "I wasn't fair to you.."

That pathetic excuse of an apology wasn't enough for you. You shook your head, standing in the street as the cool air dug its cold claws into your skin. You shivered and had to fight off another sigh. "Miguel, sorry doesn't cut it anymore. I have had enough of your treating me as if we aren't a team, as if we aren't literally married!" Your voice began to raise, the rush of emotions forcing you to pause before you say anything else that you would regret. Typically, Miguel would have scolded for you for raising your voice at him in his own brash way. Tonight, he chose not to. He was too hard on you, too distant and it was eating away at your once beautiful marriage.

"You're right.." He sighed softly, leaning his back against the headboard of your bed, "Sorry doesn't cut it anymore." He admitted quietly. His eyes shut and his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He'd neglected his partner for too long. "Come home, my love.. Let me apologise in person. Even if that isn't enough, you deserve to hear it." His words sounded sincere, but they still made your stomach churn. Were you seriously about to go back on your own words and crawl straight back home into his arms? It had only been a few hours since you left and yet you already missed the warmth of your shared bed.

"I can't, Miguel." Your words were stern, even as your bottom lip quivered. If you were to come home, fall into his strong arms and listen to his words you knew exactly what would happen. You would listen to his apology, the sweet little words of your lover professing his undying need to have you in his life as if it was the last thing he'd ever do. You would break, falling back into the cycle of leaving and crawling straight back at the drop of a hat.

Perhaps that's why you found yourself in the cab, still talking to Miguel. You heard his sigh of relief as you muttered your address to the driver, smiling shyly as you sat in the back seat.

"So, you are coming back?" His voice was borderline teasing, poking at your buttons until you'd huff and tell him to be quiet.

"I won't if this is how you're going to be," your grumbled. For a moment you paused, closing your eyes as the car began to move. "Will you run me a bath? I'm cold..." You admitted, only to hear the gentle rumble of his laughter. Although you were both still on edge, neither of you could deter yourself from the need that panged your chest.

It wasn't long before you were home, clothes thrown to the floor as you sunk deep into the bath that Miguel had drawn for you while he impatiently waited for you to come home. His fingers rubbed against the top of your calm, caressing your knuckles as he leaned his head against the edge of the bath. While you basked in the warmth of the water, he settled in your presence outside of the bath.

"Let me make things right.." he whispered, kissing your palm. As you looked down at him, you couldn't help but nod.

"Okay.." you sighed, finally forgiving your husband.

Flirtatious! Hobie Brown who can't help but lean in close to your ear and whisper the sweetest of compliments just to witness the blush on your face.

Flirtatious! Hobie who knows just how much you love it when he calls you by pet names and will use it to his advantage. "You got a sec, sweet pea?"

Flirtatious! Hobie who enjoys the way you throw back the best comebacks to his pickup lines

Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o.

Flirtatious! Hobie who loves the feeling of your breath against his ear when you whisper back how stupid that pick up line was.

But most of all, Flirtatious! Hobie who can't help but smile every time he sees your blush because he knows he's the one who caused it <3

Baby Fever

Summary: Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday. Characters: Hobie x GN!Reader, Mayday Word Count: 434 Warnings: fluff A/N: n/a

"You're getting pretty soft there, Hobes." You flashed a gentle, loving smile as you watched his long arms drape over Mayday.

"Nah, I'm not bruv." He huffed through his nostrils, his face just teetering on the edge of a smile as he looked down at the toddler. There was something about that little girl, 'Spiderling' as most of HQ called her, that literally had his heart melting. Despite how tough his exterior was he didn't think he'd ever be one to deny babysiting Mayday.

"I don't know, babes. I think I can see you melting right there." You teased, hand coming to gently run over the sleeping toddlers head. "Isn't she just the cutest?" You whispered, leaning in to press a small kiss on his cheek.

"She's just a rebel in training. Gonna be the best anarchist, ain't ya?" He hummed, looking down at her with that gentle smile of his.

Accidents Happen

Summary: Hobbie's medusa piercing gets stuck on your septum ring after a more heated make out session Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 447 Warnings: minor mention of claustrophobia, panicked reader, reader has a septum piercing A/N: no one can tell me Hobie wouldn't look hot af with a medusa

"Oh my god.. Hobie. Hobie it's stuck." You words came out rushed and almost slurred, lips swollen and bruised from the harsh kisses your boyfriend had given you just seconds before. The once passionate moment was beginning to fizzle into nothing more than a dying ember at the bottom of a fire pit. You knew you should have flipped up the jewelry embedded in your septum and now, here you were with Hobie Brown literally stuck to your face.

"When people joked about you being stuck to me, didn't think you'd take it seriously, luv." His words came out teasingly, hands still gripping your hips. With a gentle squeeze of his hands he leaned in the slightest bit to close the small gap between your lips. "No. Hobie- it's.. it's actually stuck." As much as you loved the intimate way in which he was so close, you were also beginning to feel claustrophobic.

Your face heated up, cheeks going red and breathing becoming the slightest bit more rapid than your previous panting. Hobie's thumb caressed your cheek. "Lovely, it's okay. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? I'll get you out of here." His words were comforting.

You took one deep breath in, held it for four seconds and slowly exhaled. He glanced at your eyes and then to your nose, seeing just how tangled you really were. The slightest movement would tug on the silver jewelry between his tip lip and nose.

"m just gonna bring my hand up to your face, 'kay?"

He knew it wasn't going to help your panicking, but now that you were slowing your breathing he was more confident in his decision. Long fingers came between your noses. He brushed against yours, smiling a little when he noticed that sweet look in your eyes. In a few swift movements he had unscrewed the ball of his medusa, catching it in his free hand. He pulled back slightly and was quick to put the ball back on, not wanting it to get lost.

"That's better, innit luv?" He grinned mischievously.

"Much better. Thank you, Hobie." You sighed softly, feeling a lot freer than a few seconds ago. His hands began to move back to your hips. You flipped your septum ring up into your nose and giggled quietly at the gentle strokes of his thumb against your waist. "Let's get back to what we started, hm?" Hobie suggested, leaning back into your lips.

Possessive! Miguel who's hands are always gripping your hips the slightest bit too tight, leaving bruises the size of his palms.

Possessive! Miguel who enjoys watching you squirm in his lap, keeping you secure with his large hands and staring daggers at any man who dares looking at you.

Possessive! Miguel who loves the startled look on your face as he pushes you against the wall, hips rutting into yours.

Possessive! Miguel who has you begging for any touch, asking (telling) you who you belong to. "Who do you belong to, mami?"

Possessive! Miguel who enjoys seeing your pathetic pout as he teases you, placing lingering touches that has your hips bucking into his rough hand. "Oh, mami, look at you... You're just begging for me to take you.."

Runway Model

Summary: Hobie was surprised when you asked him to model some of your own designs, but he was not going to pass up on the occasion. Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 276 Warnings: minor mention of blood, fluff

Both of you were half asleep. Hobie's arm was drapes across your stomach, head resting into the crook of your neck when the words slipped past your lips.

"You should try my designs.. I mean, they're not too different from your style and I think they should fit.." you rambled. God, he loved it when you rambled. He'd silence you with a soft kiss to the neck, the cool metal of his lip ring sending soft shudders down your spine. He could practically hear your racing heart beat.

"would luv to, babes." He'd reply, that knowing grin on his face at the slight flutter within your chest.

The next morning comes with the smell of coffee and bleeding fingers. Perhaps caffeine and sewing needles wasn't a good combination at 6am? The only reason you were up was because you couldn't sleep to begin with.

By the time it was 7am the outfit, still half done but at least fitted to Hobie's height, was showing progress. And by the time it was complete, Hobie was amazed.

There was something about the fact that your literal blood, sweat and tears having been put into this singular outfit impressed him. It was probably the dedication that came with it. He tried it on as soon as possible.

Although he was stoic, he also had a knack for jokes. He'd strut down your shared hallway, flashing poses and mischievous grins that would entice giggles from your throat. It had his own stomach fluttering.

Hobie Brown would do anything for you.

Hi!! I'm back again with some silly headcannons, this time it's book simon and the addiction's turn but I do call them differently so bear with me :3c

DISCLAIMER: This headcannons are made considering them as entities separated from Simon and David !!

Berek Headcannons:

♡ Book Simon's name is Berek and they love the colour pink and red !!

♡ He's always smiling and has a very uncanny laugh but he behaves like a very affectionate cat plus he meows from time to time ♡ He smells like tobacco and a rainy day, he's also quite warm and can move his neck 360º

♡ he's also a bit sticky (because of the blood)and sometimes he also reeks with the smell of blood and gun power almost like burnt (nothing too bad tho)

♡He really likes scaring and startling people, he really likes being uncanny (he just thinks it's sooo funny when people are afraid/nervous around him)

♡ He also enjoys mocking and mimicking people (but he's just messing around and he just does it in a very light hearted way)

♡ He smokes quite a lot and he also has quite a bunch of SH scars and other scars scattered around his body

♡ He's neither AMAB or AFAB, he fluctuates and he also has a heat cycle

♡ He always carries a messenger back with him and he has a notebook, some random pens an pencils, a lighter, a pocket knife, cigs, bandages (new and used), a hammer, a phone, a digital camera and a bigger pocket knife in it

♡ He loves taking photos !! (mostly of cats and scenery) ♡ He's also always approached by cats very frequently

Berek relationship headcannons:

♡ At first he just wanted to mess up with you but when you didn't seem to get easily scared, nor nervous around him no matter what he did, his interest peaked quite a bit ♡ He doesn't understand why do you stick around with him or why you always smile at him and are always so friendly towards him but it makes his chest feel funny ♡ He gives you flowers and takes pictures of you even when you least expect it ♡ you're his muse and loves you quite a lot, sometimes he even stalks you for a little bit, or follows you home when it's dark outside (just to make sure nothing happens to you and that you are safe) ♡ He's always thinking about you, he's infatuated and completely obssesed with you, you're his favourite subject, always sketching you on his notebook and taking pictures of you ♡ He loves it when you two are affectionate with eachother, he loves kissing and having you on his lap plus he also enjoys getting his back scratched ♡He also smiles more when you're around and can't help but hold your hand when you two are walking around ♡ He loves it when he stains you with blood whenever you guys hug or kiss, it's like something that shows him that you're real and that you really are with him ♡ One time you wore his hoodie and he hug you so close to him (he wouldn't let you go) ♡ One day you guys decided to play a little makeover/dress up and you put a bow hairclip on his head and told him how cute and handsome he looked and now he refuses to take it off

Antek Headcannons:

♡ His name is antek and he loves the colour blue and purple ♡ He's mute and comunicates via SMS, writing it down on his notebook or with sign language ♡ Sometimes wears a noose around his neck (It's more of a accessorie than anything else) ♡ He doesn't like being alone nor scaring people ♡ He cries quite frequently and his tears are black, he usually cries when he feels sad and lonely ♡He loves cats but they never approach him even when he tries to bribe them with canned fish and cat treats ♡He has SH scars and other scars scattered aroung his body ♡ He always wears a fanny pack with him in were he carries pills, a little notebook and pen, a lighter, cigs, canned fish and cat snacks ♡ He sometimes carries an axe with him, the axe it's kind of his friend and Antek calls him "his pal/buddy" ♡ He likes writing, specially creative writing and short stories (usually this short stories involve a character that gets ignored or abandonned because people are afraid of them or himself having a lot of friends and having fun, wholesome stuff) ♡ He draws really well and usually draws cats doing human activities for example making cookies or drawing

Antek relationship headcannons: ♡ At first he was surprised that someone would be interested in talking with him or spending time with him; he's very shy at first but with time you really make him relax a little and be more open ♡He loves it when you two hang out and really appreciates your company ♡ You still remember the day he confessed to you he gave a very heartwarming and sweet letter that had a really cute tiny drawing of you two as silly cats in the bottom with a ton of hearts ♡ He's always giving you love letters, drawings and short stories of you both doing cute silly things ♡ The first time you kissed him he turn as red as a tomato and he couldn't stop smiling from the entire day ♡ He's sooo affectionate always holding your hand, hugging you or kissing you ♡ Once you said you were cold and he lend you his hoodie, it was so warm and smells just like him (tobacco, cheap cologne and a hint of alcohol) ♡ When you first invited him to your home he was sooo happy, He was smiling so hard and basically cuddling you on the couch, he eventually fell asleep on top of you ♡ He loves cooking with you even more when you guys make pancakes or bake cookies ♡ You got him a cat plushie keychain once and now he always carries it with him, he called the little cat "joy" because you fill him up with joy when you guys are together

And that's it !! He loves you deeply and you're basically his one and only and if you're dating both of them that's also okay because they don't mind sharing you, you're just their muse and their lovely partner that they love so much <3