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How Pro-Heroes would react to y/n getting attacked by a villain and ending up in the hospital

✦Includes: Midnight, Eraserhead, All Might, Ms. Joke✦

A/N: sfw!! requests are open if your fav isn't here! I'll write for anyone~★

Midnight

Midnight is incredibly good at hiding her emotions, I believe. Shes used to wearing a mask 24/7 in her hero role, so when she finds out you'd been hospitalized by a villain, she puts on a mask of levelheadedness. She would feel guilty if you had to comfort her after you'd just been traumatized.

Course, you aren't used to this side of her, so you assume she doesn't care. You end up breaking down and asking if she even cares.

"Of course I care, love, did I make it seem like I didn't?" "I'm so sorry baby, I just didn't want to stress you more."

After that, things smooth out. If you don't mind the eventual scar, she'll make it into a joke and flirt about it. "Y'know, I always thought scars were attractive~" and similar things.

If you don't like the idea of a scar, she offers comfort, and a way to hide it until you're more comfortable. "If you want, I can help you hide it and minimize it."

Shes very affectionate the entire time, she doesn't leave the hospital until you basically force her to go check on your cat and get some actual sleep.

Secretly blames herself for not being able to protect you.

After you get out of the hospital she doesn't treat you like glass, persay, but she does NOT let you do anything against your doctor's orders.

She also helps you sign up for therapy and reminds you that whatever happened wasn't your fault. (Hypocrite much?)

Kisses you and reassures you 24/7

It takes a bit for her to stop blaming herself, but you work together:)

Eraserhead

Most emotional man I know of. "logical" my ass.

Aizawa is immediately at your side. Like he will run across rooftops to get to you. He has NO chill. Part of me believes he gets to the hospital at the same time as you.

Clingiest motherfucker alive. Every ten minutes in the waiting room it's "Can I go in yet?" To the nurses. He doesn't sit down once.

Once he gets to you literally nothing is capable of getting him away from you.

He comforts you whenever you need it, deep down he knows there was nothing he really could've done to get there sooner. He's completely and totally focused on you.

When your other friends get the clear to see you, Joke takes pictures of you and him sleeping in the most awkward position

Brings your favorite blankets and foods

Makes you a playlist of classical music to help you sleep

Anything you need, bro is on it immediately

Once you're released he refuses to let you do anything strenuous. He opens the car door for you, helps you get buckled, etc etc.

He does take the hint when you ask to shower alone, and backs off a bit after that.

He offers to ask Recovery Girl to heal you, and brings you painkillers when you need them.

He understands your paranoia after the incident and helps you learn basic ways to keep yourself safe.

All Might

Would get to the hospital as soon as he could, but knows that you'd want him to stay and finish any responsibilities.

If he's in the middle of something, he finishes it as fast as he can and then gets to the hospital.

He gets there just as you're being taken to a room

Instantly asking if you're okay, if you need anything. The second you say you need something he's on it.

Also a clingy motherfucker

But he knows how to distract you from whatever hurts with dumb jokes and pictures of his student's progress.

Knows how to fill dead air basically. Doesn't really ask about the villain unless you bring it up, just to make sure he doesn't potentially trigger anything.

Listens empathetically when you tell him about what happened.

Offers to get you food, but you're both indecisive so it's just a back and forth of:

"what do you want to eat?"

"idk, I'm good with whatever, what do you want"

"you're the one in the hospital bed, what do you want?"

"you have to go get it, so-"

"fine, (food you hate) it is."

"..."

Won't treat you like glass, he knows what it's like and fuckin hated it.

Still offers to help you though, he just doesn't want to suffocate you

Takes you on drives across the coast to get a break from the city

Ms. Joke

Tries to act like she wasn't worried and knew you'd be fine the whole time

She didnt

She had to call Midnight to calm her down

Makes jokes about you "being apart of the club now" (having been attacked by villains) and then apologizes for what happened

Brings you treats and things to make you smile (comfort items, silly things she saw at the store, etc)

Has Nemuri smuggle your guy's tiny dog in and out like twice

Sits in silence and watches you sleep

Brings you headphones to drown out the annoying beeping

A little over protective afterwards

Clingy, but not Shouta clingy.

"you should go home"

"why, is something wrong?"

"you haven't left the hospital in a week, you clown."

"oh yeah. Oops!"

"..."

"ok ok I'm going!"

Showers, but also washes the exact same clothes and rewears them just to fuck with you "you didn't say I had to change"

"tell me you washed those, em, or you're on the couch and the dog gets your pillows."

"Of course I did!"

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once, Aizawa introduced you as 'mom' to Eri

you were just paying a visit to see how things are going with your lover when Eri showed up.

Shouta already told you her condition so you were ready to be as nice as possible with her when he said “Eri, this is mom.”

you looked at him and you realized that he didn't intend to say that but it just came out. but it didn't bother you, you were beaming. you quickly said “i'm mr. Aizawa's partner but you can call me mom if you want to.”

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I hate when yall write the same kind of personality for self insert fics.

I don’t want to keep seeing the same easily flustered, no backbone, cries a lot Y/N. Here are some versions that I think would work better for each character.

Sweetheart Y/N: Caretaker, blushy, scolds character for not taking care of themselves. Best for slice of life AU’s or as a quirkless character. [Midoriya, Hawks, Dabi, Toshinori, Aizawa]

Goofball Y/N: Silly, playfully sarcastic, best friend type, takes nothing seriously. [Bakugou, Shigaraki, Todoroki, Aizawa]

Bitchy/Bratty Y/N: Tackless, competitive, well meaning, emotionally constipated. [Kirishima, Iida, Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero]

Bestie/Sacrificial Y/N: Fun, overly understanding, forgiving, compassionate, competitive. Best for angst and/or character development. [Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugou, Aizawa, Hawks.]

More variety please & thank you 🩵 also please make it long

Edit: The way people are bitching about this post is crazy. I legitimately do not care how you write, it’s YOUR writing. But you have options, that is the point. This post was not a personal attack to ANYONE. Just have fun writing and push yourself.

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how your first kiss went with them... ft. shigaraki, aizawa, & hawks

authors note: hi hi! just finished watching season 6 of mha and got inspired. first time writing for mha characters and started with my favorite ones :) hope you all enjoy!!

cw: angst, fem! one for all weilder, slight spoilers for season 6

wc: 2.6k

Tomura could only watch as his mind was stolen, watch his body being overtaken by a force he wasn’t strong enough to stop. All for One’s control taking over. He knew he had seconds left before he’d no longer cease to be himself. You burned with hatred beneath him, your left arm broken and useless, your right hand holding some sharp shrapnel that you’d plunged desperately into his side, your powers flickering weakly within you. He didn’t feel the pain. Your eyes flashed, his hands around your neck, squeezing. Someone was going to win here but… it wasn’t going to be him. 

He pulled you hard, the fire in your eyes licking and burning his own but he couldn’t care less. If he was going to die he was going to make one last grave mistake that might send him to the grave earlier than expected. He leaned down where you were pinned beneath him and with impressive force, smashed his lips against your own. 

The kiss was like a fight. Like all your other fights. But lips instead of fists. With breaths instead of words. With groans instead of screams and growls. His hands gripped your face hard to keep you where he wanted you. You, in a fit of confusion and pure survival instinct twisted the shrapnel in his side. He gasped in pain but that only spurred him on, his mouth cracking yours open in a feverish attempt to be as close as humanly possible. He had no indication whether or not you wanted this until the pain ceased and he felt your tongue brush against his. His breathing hitched, muddled with pain and sorrow and complete obsession. He pulled you off the ground roughly and kissed you until you both were gasping for air. When he pulled back the state he left you in was enough to satisfy him for years. Your lips were kissed pink and wet, your cheeks had a wicked blush across them as you stared at him with utter bewilderment and something else that had his stomach tangling in knots within him.

He resigned himself to death then. He was guilty as sin.

Your hand was still on the hilt of your shrapnel that was embedded in his side as you stared at each other. Breaths heavy. Tomura didn’t know how to be kind. He didn’t know how to be soft. He’d never kissed anyone before and it should’ve been pretty damn suspicious when the first person he’d ever felt the need to devour with his lips was the one standing opposite of him in this endless war. The one he needed to destroy. And to say he wanted to devour you was almost an understatement. He wanted to climb into your body and live in your ribcage, safe and tucked away. He wanted to be inside you, wanted that mind of yours to only know him, wanted those pink lips to only speak his name, those pretty eyes to only meet his. The obsession was endless. He wanted it more than ever right now. Death knocking down his rotted door. So bad that he hadn’t even noticed his own tears before they fell and hit your cheeks. You blinked a few times, slowly coming back down from the clouds. Tomura reached for you a last time, the pad of his thumb swiping his tears off your cheek. 

“Save me, hero.” He breathed out before everything went black.

“Again!” He called as you huffed. Aizawa was a relentless teacher. You felt your powers flicker inside your veins as you tried to control them, to harness them and use them the way they were meant to be used. But dammit, you were tired. You two had been at this for hours. You weren’t some kid he could push around and it was then, with exhaustion mingling with annoyance you shook your head defiantly. Throwing your hands down.

“I’m done!” You growled at him, tossing aside your practice weapon. Aizawa straightened.

“We’re just getting started, hero.” He mocked as you stared at him with venom. He knew all about your inherited quirk, knew there wasn’t much time for you to harness it and so he’d been pushing you to the edge for months to train you. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you then? Fraud?” He asked and that fire that you wanted to extinguish flickered in seconds, catching your inside on fire. 

“I’ll kill you!” You growled. You didn’t need that useless weapon. You outstretched your arm and black whip shot out like an extension of your grip, it wrapped around Aizawa in milliseconds as you yanked him towards you. You knew he’d use erasure and you were looking forward to it. The moment he used it it didn’t stop his moment as black whip dissolved around him, your powers canceled out only for his face to meet your fist. You hit him hard enough to rattle the brain in his skull. He hit the ground even harder and for a moment your heart leaped. He’d always said you were quick to fly off the handle and you’d just proved him right. Your hand ached, your knuckles busted. Aizawa groaned from the ground, pushing up on his forearms. You breathed out a relieved breath, thinking you had maybe killed him with that fuckery of a move. 

“That was smart.” He sighed, his upper cheek already had a bruise forming. “Why don’t you give me this energy during practice instead of making me get you angry?” He asks as you look at him hard.

“We’ve been at it for hours.” You growled angrily. “I’m tired.”

“And you don’t think I am too?” He pushed to his feet, giving you a hard look, his dark hair falling in his face. “You are a brat. You are stronger than any quirk user yet you don’t care enough to really harness those powers. You asked for this.”

“I know!” You burst out, turning pointedly away from him, dreaming of your bed, dreaming of a night without nightmares of all for one stealing your power and killing the world. You weren’t a kid but you were still young, young enough that this burden on your shoulders was crushing you. 

“You can’t run from this.” Aizawa said but he didn’t sound angry. You still didn’t turn to face him. “You think you’re all alone?”

“Of course I’m alone! It’s just like you said, I’m the strongest.”

“Everyone needs a hand. Even All-Might.” Aizawa said. You turned on him, eyes sharp. 

“All-Might defeated All for one on his own. There’s not a soul that could stand beside me and not be killed.”

“I’ve stood beside you this whole time. I’ve trained you. You think I’ll just let you go at it alone after everything we’ve been through?” Aizawa asked as the look in your eyes hardened.

“I won’t let you.” You said in a low, intimidating voice. Aizawa’s lips parted slightly. “All for one will not get a shot at you. I’ll die before that happens.”

“You’re stubborn but not as stubborn as me.” Aizawa returns, taking a step towards you. “I’m with you till the end.”

“Did you not hear a word I-” Aizawa leaned into your space, hand sliding over your cheek as his lips cut off your sentence. You almost pulled back but he stepped closer to you, one hand on your face the other sliding around you and resting on the dip of your back. You pushed him back forcefully, your breath shaky as you stared at him. 

“Forgive me… I-” You grabbed him roughly by his shirt, slamming your lips against his. He grunted against your lips in surprise, hands barely ghosting over your hips. You kissed him unforgivingly hard. This was a sort of ultimate payback in a small way, of all the hours he overworked you. You pushed him back on the training mat and slid atop him. This was a form of practice, right? A workout that wouldn’t exhaust you… or would it? If he thought for a moment you’d let him help you now he was sorely mistaken. But on the other side of the coin, if you thought for a moment he wouldn’t die for you, you were sorely mistaken as well. Rock meets hard place.

“Idiot.” You growled beside his hospital bed. Hawks looked peaceful and you wanted nothing more than to shake him awake and smack some sense into him. But he was still healing so your assault of slaps and punches would have to wait. You huffed. Leaning back in your chair, flipping through the channels on the tv. It wasn’t long before your mind wandered to the same thing you’d been thinking about for days.

Hawks almost dying for you. Hawks pushing you aside before you were impaled with Shigaraki’s power. Having to watch Hawks get impaled, having his eyes meet yours and a stupid soft and beautiful smile on his face as he mumbled something you didn’t even get to hear. You tried remembering again, tried focusing on his lips in your memories but it was of no use. You huffed, unable to relax as you turned back to look at him. The number two hero. You stare at him, your eyes drifting to those lips. You willed him to say those words again and when his eyes opened you didn’t even notice.

“Watching me sleep? How romantic.” He said, his voice gruff from being unused for days. You jumped at not only the sound of his voice but being caught staring at his lips.

“I wasn’t. I was trying to kill you with my mind.” You grumbled protectively, eyes snapping up to meet him. The way he looked at you was the most dangerous thing you’d see in a while. The pure adoration in his eyes, the smile that formed on his lips at your joke. It twisted at your insides.

“Are you alright?” He asked because the last thing he remembered in the fight was you hurt and in trouble. You tensed.

“You're the one in a hospital bed.” You growled. Hawks seemed to just notice this fact, he was utterly distracted by the fact that you’d been sitting at his bedside. He reached for your hand but you pulled away and stood to your feet.

“Y/n-”

“I told you not to get involved.” You growled. “I had it under control but you had to go and try to play the hero.”

“I am a hero.” Hawks said, something in his eyes that angered you more.

“Not to me. I don’t need your sacrifice. If you wanna get yourself killed, do it for someone else.” You hissed. He looked at you. You hoped your venomous words would have some effect on him. You wanted him to be angry. Wanted him to hate you. To look at you with harsh eyes but his expression didn’t change.

“Such venom.” He said with a smirk. If you didn’t have some modicum of control over your powers and anger this whole hospital would’ve been brought down. “Are you trying to push me away again?”

“What?” You huffed.

“You heard me, number one. I know what you’re doing but it’s not gonna work.”

“And what am I doing?”

“What you do to everybody you start to care about. You lash out at them so they’re not tempted to stay by your side when things go sideways.” 

“I-- I don’t do that.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Hawks admonished with a shake of his head. You take in a deep breath, tensing your jaw. “Growl all you want, I’m not getting scared away.”

“You’re crazy. You almost died, this isn’t some fucking joke.”

“I knew I’d be fine. Knew you’d carry me off the battlefield.” He croons, you stare at him hard.

“How could you have known?”

“I’m an optimistic guy.” He smiles. You roll your eyes, turning to leave. He catches your wrist just as you reach for the handle.

“What-? You need to stay in bed, idiot.” You growl as Hawks holds your wrist gently in one hand, the other on his bandaged torso.

“I’ll get back in bed if you stay.”

“Are you serious?” You growl as he nods his head.

“Deadly serious.”

“You’re a child.” You sigh. 

“Stay. Don’t run away from me.” He says and the seriousness in his voice has your stomach flipping. You pull out of his touch.

“Get in bed.” You direct and his eyes look down into yours, a challenge.

“Make me.” He says. Your eye twitches as you waste zero time pushing this idiot back towards his bed. Once the backs of his knees hit the mattress he pulls a move on you and you’re pulled on top of him. You two tumble onto the hospital bed. Your heart lurches dangerously into your throat, feeling the warmth of his hands ghosting your hips. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Hush.” He says, hands sliding up to either side of your face as he pulls you down so that your lips meet. The shock of his cold lips against yours was like a rush to your system. An overloading and overheating shock. You gasped at the ache of want that tore through you. That had always been lurking beneath every tense moment with Hawks. Him training you. You two on missions. Reluctant breakfast, lunch, and dinners with him. He wormed his way into your heart and you hated it. Anyone close to you was surely going to be killed and that dangerous hope in your chest that built when he was around should’ve raised flags for you. But you let him in. You selfish creature. You pushed him back, and moved shakily to your feet. Hawks reached for you again and you caught his wrist, twisting it. He flinched in pain, staring at you with confusion and hurt.

“Don’t touch me again.” You growled. You needed space from him, your head swimming, your eyes traitorously drifting to the lips that had just been against yours.

“What's wrong?” Hawks asked. You stepped back, narrowing your eyes.

“You never listen. You-- you’re always trying to confuse me and sneak your way into my-- you need to leave me alone.”

“No.”

“N-No?” You asked as Hawks barely raised his brows, nodding his head. His blond hair falling against his forehead. He looked so annoyingly beautiful you wanted to hit him. 

“I don’t just sacrifice my life for anybody.” He says as he stands, wincing in pain.

“Just stay in the damn bed-” He pulled you to him, inches taller than you, eyes unwaveringly serious as he spoke his next sentence.

“I love you.” He said and the words had your eyes widening, a soft gasp escaping your lips. He clearly loved that he caught you off guard. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know what I said.” 

“What you said?” You echo, unable to properly digest this moment. 

“When I saved you. I said I loved you.” The words his lips spoke that you’d been driven up a wall trying to remember. If he died you would’ve never known.

“I hate you.”

“Close enough.” He grins, leaning and pressing his lips gently to yours. You didn’t push him off, you didn’t have the strength, something selfish was taking over and you didn’t have the will power to fight it. You’d played it safe for years. Not letting anyone get close. But… you failed. You kissed Hawks back with twice the passion, pushing him back on the bed, caging him beneath you. If he was going to love you you were going to let him. Damned selfishness…

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I know my blog is only about sjm characters and I don't think I intend to change that, but I can't get this idea for Nikolai fic from my head.

After fleeing with Mal and Alina and getting onto Sturmhond's ship, you and Nikolai develop this flirty type of relationship that makes people think the two of you is going to fuck right there and then. And one day you actually find yourself on Nikolai's desk, topless just as he is, making out as if the world around you didn't exist. You accidentally knock something over and seconds later Tamar crushes in, afraid someone is trying to murder her capitan but all she sees is two half naked and flushed idiots.

So she's like "sorry capitan" 😬 "btw you're needed on the desk"

And you go "just give us few minutes"

And then we have Nikolai "few minutes?!? That is the greatest insult I have ever heard, and trust me, some of them were very nasty. we'll be there in an hour, maybe"

And then proceed to fuck you for the whole ship to hear

Anyway, I'm not going to write this so if any Grishaverse writer is interested in taking this request, then go on, it's all yours.

(it's more like a sketch so obviously you need to ✨develop✨ it)

Or maybe I could change characters and write this for someone from sjm universe?

But like I said, go on if you want to write it, I'd be delighted

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You Are My Task [Part 1]

☆ Dmitri Antonov x fem!Reader

☆ Warnings: age gap (11 years apart), class difference

☆ Word Count: 2815

☆ Summary: As an assignment, Dmitri was tasked to protect a foreign diplomat's daughter. His disdain for beautiful coldhearted women like you made him weary and your disdain for intelligent social men made you ill. How could anything come from this?

☆ A/N: This series starts from the mid 70s up until 1986 when Season 4 takes place. This series will contain smut, so this is 18+. Chapters containing smut will be marked!

Part 2 ⇨

“Antonov!” Roman yelled out. The brown haired man ran over to him, giving him a firm grip on the shoulders. “I heard you’re assigned the diplomat’s daughter!” Dmitri rolled his eyes. “I heard from a friend of a friend that she’s easy on the eyes, but 2 pairs of bodyguards have already been dismissed. Yet they are sending you alone,” He teased. Dmitri had heard the same thing. The other bodyguards were apparently “unsatisfactory” and not fit to protect the diplomat’s daughter. However, he hasn’t heard about her appearance. “Maybe Dima can make some relations,” Wiggling his eyebrows. Dmitri pushed him off, one of the more insufferable things about his childhood friend.

“I have no interest in starting any relations with an assignment. Much less a-“ 

“Ohh you dirty bastard, I was just talking about political relations. It would do well for the country to have their men open different borders, right?” He joked again. “Maybe you can find yourself a wife after the job? Get a hefty payout and big rock. Women will come flocking to you,” 

“No they won’t,”

“Are you kidding me?” Roman said incredulously. “You’re not blessed with gorgeous looks like me-“ Dmitri elbowed him. “But you’ve got the brooding, mysterious persona,” 

“What persona?” Dmitri asked. Roman tutted just patting his shoulder again. 

“You won’t understand yourself. I mean you can barely tell when someone fancies you,” Roman paused. “Maybe just pay attention to a woman for once, you’d know a lot about one if you listen,”

Dmitri chuckled, “You son of a bitch!” He smiled. 

Keep reading

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Fandom: Crossing Lines

Pairing: Sebastian Berger x OC

Intro: Allie Miller is a MIT dropout who only uses her expert hacking to help those who need it. Little does she know that her next unofficial client will be the ICC.

Author note: this is a multi chapter, story thing. I don't think I know how to write anything shorter. I also don't know how to write in proper sentences so... sorry :|

When you’re in my type of business, it’s important to ensure that your clientele is… up to par

doing deals under the table and not on the radar means that I’m my own protection

With that in mind, due diligence is my middle name

if a client wants my help, they have to be willing to be vulnerable, it’s a trust system that works… mostly in my favour

but I’ve built a distinguished reputation for myself, one of the best hackers out there

Databases, laptops, cellphones

State your reason and your intent and I can get you what you want, for a fair price of course

sitting at my desk, I think about how it’s a little ironic that I do most of my work in my MIT sweater

you’d think they’d be impressed with someone who can hack into their system, not expel them

Anyway, I’ve been trying to create a better AI to enhance footage for facial recognition

so far, I’ve just been doing all of that manually which is ridiculous

I could just get higher quality equipment, but that’s money I don’t have

my hidden front door camera notifies me of two people at my door

wait… is that…

knock knock knock

“How did you say you know her?

“I had a run in with her when I was with my old unit. She had hacked a millionaire who was a benefactor of a large company, who turned out to be a human trafficker”

“How did you meet her though? Or was she that bad and got herself caught?”

A woman with an unimpressed look on her face opens the door, “I don’t get caught unless I want to”

“Allie Miller? My name’s Ava Vittoria and-” she starts to gesture towards me

The woman immediately puts her hand up, “I already know your names, I just need to know why you’re here”

I guess she’s a person who likes to cut to the chase, still rude though

Ava takes lead, “Allie, I work for the ICC now and our investigation has lead itself to you”

She doesn’t seem the least bit surprised and steps to the side, “Why don’t you guys come on in”

Her setup is… incredible

3 24-inch monitors laid out in a triangle shape, I can tell that her CPU is 10th-gen with Intel i9 and a NVIDIA graphics card

“What you’ve got here is very nice”

“You would know”

Ava attempts to draw her back in, “you said at the door that you don’t get caught unless you want to, so how did we end up here?”

“Your investigation lead to me, sure. But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here, especially with me not in cuffs”

“Maybe we want to hear your side of the story?” that grabbed her attention

Once it has, she looks me over, I can tell she’s trying to read me

Ava told me she’s a people reader, but something just tells me all of this is just part of a plan

Ba-Ding

Well, if you made it all the way down here it couldn't have been that bad. I hope you enjoyed! I will post the next part when I'm happy with it :))

[inanotherlifeicouldbewithyou]

okay so maybe I wrote a Sebastian Berger x OC

is there an interest in it? I'm only on the fence because it's very bad, I need to add more romance in there, but it's so hard to write him when the show was written so bad and none of the characters have... character plus I'm only halfway through the second season

[inanotherlifeicouldbewithyou]

can someone please write a prof!tom wlaschiha x reader - I don't have any inspo for it other than the idea itself

if nothing else, I will take prompt ideas for it and will take 2-3 business months to complete it :)

[inanotherlifeicouldbewithyou]

Can you do fluffy Alex head cannons please!! Thank you! Love your fics✨

a/n: of course! tysm <3

warnings: adorable romantic fluff <3

alex turner headcanons

• writes love songs about you

• always mentions your name when on stage

• “this one’s about my lovely girlfriend”

• easily jealous + very protective over you

• serenades you <3

• wears matching suits to go with your dresses

• writes your name on his guitar

• asks you to get matching tattoos

• always boasting about how much he loves you

• needs you to play with his hair to fall asleep

• making you breakfast in bed

• always going on dates w you

• writes more love songs about you

• literally every song is about you

• always asks you to take selfies with him

• does not know how to use a phone, but will constantly take photos of you

• talks about his future with you, marriage + kids etc

• hugs you from behind

• always holding your hand everywhere you go

• bathes you when you’re upset or sick

• def a big softie

• always talks about you in interviews

• “she’s the love of my life”

• does everything for you when you’re on your period

• more excited to see your family than you are

• literally loves your family more than you do

• calls your mother his “second mum”

• always calling you beautiful

• “you’re stunning” “you’re so pretty” “wow”

• basically glued to each other

• you both sing and dance to his songs

• cuddles 24/7

• best friends with your family dog

• begs you to play with his hair ALWAYS

• play fighting

• kisses kisses and more kisses

• matching pajamas <33333

• promise rings

• bathing together w wine + romantic candles

• calls you perfect for doing literally anything

• you’re just breathing and he says “you’re perfect”

• his friends are like your family

• is just so in love with you 🖤

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SFW Alphabet

Alex Turner x Reader

a/n: no tag list today as i typed this on my phone!

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very affectionate. He shows it by hugging you, kissing you, etc.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’d be a great friend.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s loves it. He loves spooning you and holding your head while you’re laid on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’d like to settle down. He’s a very neat and tidy boy so he’s good at cleaning and he learned to cook for you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He wouldn’t, if at all possible. But if he had to, it would be the easiest way possible to tell them.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It doesn’t take long for him to commit to a relationship, but it’s take at least three years for him to want to marry.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle both ways, unless you’re under him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He prefers to kiss, but he does love to hug quite a bit and does it everyday before he leaves.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

First two months.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

It’s not often that he gets jealous because he knows you’re his and his only, but if he does get jealous, he’ll start to kiss you and feel you up around the guy that made him jealous.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft and gentle, or rough and demanding. He loves to kiss any part of you he can. He loves to be kissed on his neck, lips, jaw, forehead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s absolutely amazing with kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Wonderful. He wakes you up with a few kisses then will help you pick out your clothes then help make breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sweet, playful, cheeky.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If people will listen, he’ll explain things all at once, but sometimes he’ll do it over the course of a few months.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes a lot to get him very angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers EVERYTHING about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It would have to be on your one year anniversary when you two went on a getaway to the beach and never left the hotel room.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort into everything.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Sometimes he gets a bit more drunk than he intends to.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He tries to always look his best for you and only you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, very incomplete.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves to randomly tickle you throughout the day.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t do anything to make you cry.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has these little snores when he sleeps. And sometimes he’ll have dream or nightmares and start to whimper.

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Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Pairing: Cormac Hayes x Reader (She/Her)

Summary: part two of my first imagine, now it's Hayes' turn to learn a little more about you

not my best work, but I think I have an idea of where I want to go with this, hopefully yall like

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“he said that?”

“I had just woken up but... yeah”

you had just gotten out of an emergency surgery and ran into Maggie on your way out

“what did you say after that?”

“nothing, I got the 911 and here I am”

“what are you gunna do?”

“I don’t know, he has a complicated history and I-”

“you’re scared you’ll lose him too”

“Maggie, how am I not supposed to be?”

later that day

your in the nurses station finishing up some patient notes, you look up to see Cormac walking in her direction

nope nope nope

you close he chart and start walking away from him

“Dr. l/n!”

you feel his arm graze your forearm so you turn around to face him

“I have a patient I'd like you to consult on...”

oh good, he doesn't want to talk about... what he said

"...and I'd like to talk to you about this morning"

you ignore him, continuing to read the patients chart

your breath hitches

you recognize these symptoms

“you alright?” no trace of lightness in his voice, leaving only concern

“uh yeah... yeah,” you shake your head, “I just- my brother died of the same thing”

you can feel his eyes soften even though you’re laser focused on the chart

his hand glides onto your lower back, leading you to a small office space

“I'm sorry, I hadn't realized, will you be alright?”

“you didn't know,” you lean against the desk, trying to hold yourself together, “sorry, I need a minute”

he leans on the desk beside you

“how long has it been?”

“three years. he went on a camping trip with his boyfriend and ended up in a small town hospital- didn’t even occur to him to call me,” you’re holding back your tears now, breath unsteady and Cormac's’ arm wrapped around your shoulder, “no one there knew what to look out for, thinking it was a bad case of heartburn, they didn’t look any closer”

you lean into him now, hoping he can hold you together

“the pain never really goes away, it just settles in you, makes you think that it gets easier. until something decides to dig it all back up. I love my wife and losing her felt like more than I could bare... and then I met you. Be sad, miss your brother, it’s alright”

“I wanna be the doctor that he never had,” you wipe your eyes, “let’s get to your patient”

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it's so hard writing him because he doesn't have a lot of screen time so it's hard to figure out how he talks, I had a better idea when I first watched, but now...

as promised, the inspo hit so I hope you like, @noob-saibotx

[inanotherlifeicouldbewithyou]

Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME

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I’ve heard so many men be like, “Why do so many women like mando so much??”

And I’m just like… it’s obvious, dudes.

HAPPY WOMENS MONTH, EVERYBODY!

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No but hear me out: Javier Peña as Hades. This sad man drowning in the underworld under a mountain of responsibility. Days, nights all melding into one big slog through the endless burden of his role as the final arbiter of justice.

Then he meets Persephone. Goddess of Spring. With flowers in her long hair and sunlight in her skin. He soon finds himself making excuses to visit her, laying beside her in dappled fields and bringing her gifts of sweet fruits and honeyed words he'd long thought destroyed by loneliness.

Each time he brings a little more of that radiance back with him to the Underworld, the memory of her laugh glowing like an ember in his dormant heart until he can't be without her anymore.

He makes a decision, and when the stars hang high he leaves his dark palace in search of her. He's never seen her by night. Does she even exist then?

His desperate heart leaps into his throat when he sees her, still golden by moonlight, waiting in the fields. She turns toward him and smiles and he falls at her feet, begging, pleading for her to follow him into the Underworld. To never be apart again.

When he finally looks up, he sees the lines around her eyes. I cannot leave the spring. She says, light and clear as a cool breeze, and his heart seizes. Then the red purse of her lips breaks into a smile that makes him want to weep. But the dormant months are my own.

He doesn't realise that he's smiling too. Not until their mouths meet, trading greedy kisses and promises like bites of the sweetest flesh, until the juice runs sticky and sweet down their chins.

[inanotherlifeicouldbewithyou]

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Pairing: Cormac Hayes x Reader

Summary: You find out about Hayes' wife

Background: You’re an attending at Grey-Sloan memorial, you and Hayes have an established friendship

*unedited*

It’s been a long day

and as much as you love your job; you can’t wait to go home

who doesn’t want a nice shower, warm bed, good food - where are my car keys?

“These yours?” A familiar accent fills the room

you turn around to see Cormac out of his scrubs and in jeans and his jacket with the classic toque holding your keys

“oh, yeah thanks. you on your way out too?”

“yeah ehm, I was actually hoping that I could catch a ride with you?”

“of course, where are you headed?”

he looks down and chuckles a little, “I was hoping we could go back to your place”

you know he means that he just wants to talk

but you wish he meant it as more than that

he’s just your friend, he’s just your friend, he’s just your friend

At your house

you and Hayes have been chatting all night when he looks at his watch and pulls out his phone

“what? am I keeping you from a hot date?”

without missing a beat, “no I’ve just got to check on my kids” he continues to text when he finally meets your eye

“I didn’t know you have kids”

“2 teenage boys, Austin and Liam. Right rascals they are, just making sure they haven’t burned down the house”

you chuckle a little, “I can drive you home if you need to get back to them”

“it’s alright, their aunt is looking after them”

a silence lingers between us

“did you want to sleep over then? being honest, I’m way too tired to drive”

he nods

the next morning

you wake up feeling surprisingly well rested

you take a deep breath and run your hands through your hair

“you look well-rested”

you jolt up and turn to see Cormac

“oh my god, Hayes! you don’t sneak up on a person like that!”

he laughs as he sits on the bed, “not expecting me? we didn’t even drink last night, how could you forget I was here?”

“it’s just- it’s jarring to wake up and have someone else there. I usually wake up alone”

“me too”

you’re looking right at him now, didn’t he say that he had kids? maybe he’s divorced or something

“really? cmon...”

“you think I’m a player or something?”

“cmon, look at you” I shuffle around and stretch “you’re a smooth talker even without the accent and your eyes cut deeper than any scalpel I’ve held”

he breaks eye contact and pauses

“Austin and Liam are okay, I think they’re starting to settle in here. after their mother died, they’d sleep in my room sometimes. but I usually wake up alone too”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know....” I look away, maybe all the flirting was just in my head “I’m not sure how you feel about... everything, but you don’t need to worry about us. we make good friends”

with barely more than just a whisper, he says “what if I wanted something more than that?”

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I've never posted any of my writing before and I wrote this on very little sleep so please be kind. There's only like, 3 other imagines out there so I thought, why not put mine out there since we probably won't get anymore Hayes content.

I haaate how we never got to see MerHayes, it was such a bad move imo I would've much rather prefer we got more Hayes than Hunt, I'm honestly siiick of him and Richard Flood did such a good job even with his shitty plot lines.

Also, if I ever read over this again, there's a good chance I'll edit it.