#they're chatty and I see them as being into hugs so

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Gabe/Stephen; largesse (pt I)

For the prompt: Gabe and Stephen being sappy at SOME point

Feat. everybody's favourite: Soft Stephen Petersen (but don't you dare call him that to his face)

I'm going ahead and posting this a day before the poll even closes, because it was winning by a landslide and also, well, Passover. This thing decided to grow legs, as so many prompts do. The second half will be posted next week.

Stephen loves holidays.

It takes a long time for Gabe to figure that out — he's talking literal decades — because Stephen’s actually pretty good at hiding it. Or maybe it isn’t that he’s good at hiding it so much as it’s exactly what someone would expect from him. Stephen exudes ‘too cool for holidays’ energy.

But then, to be fair, Stephen exudes a lot of things that aren’t true. Like how he pretends to hate hugs, but that’s only true in limited circumstances: he dislikes hugs from strangers and distant acquaintances, that’s true, but he liked hockey hugs, and hugs from his family, even though he always scoffed before he got them, just so they wouldn’t get the right idea, and a good hug is often enough to get him out of a bad mood. The thing Stephen hates most about hugs is how much he doesn’t hate them.

He’s like that with a few things: he spent years pretending he couldn’t stand math, even as he was getting straight As in it, helping Gabe out with his homework, but never without muttering how pointless math was. He still pretends to hate his sisters, and groans when Dmitry and Oksana come over, even when he explicitly asked Gabe to invite them, and constantly pretends he isn’t absolutely delighted to find a kindred soul in Jared. Gabe can see right through all of that. Always has. But Stephen’s apparent holiday hatred managed to fool even him.

That is, until Stephen accidentally shows his hand when Passover arrives. Stephen’s been doing something or another for it for years, packing Gabe little lunch boxes so he has options on the road, even including uncharacteristically sweet little notes during one playoff run.

Gabe always figured it was because Stephen knew it was hard to be across the country from his family, especially when Passover fell at the same time as their birthdays, or the last stressful days of the season, or the even more stressful start of the postseason — it’s never been great timing. And as much as Stephen would like to deny it, he’s always been thoughtful about those kinds of things. Always been kind.

But this year it's different. Gabe’s Passover planning usually just extends to hitting up the kosher section at the grocery store to stock up on non-leavened alternatives, maybe head to the deli he likes to get some inferior version of something his mom would make if he’s feeling particularly homesick.

Stephen’s putting a little more effort in. For one, he's decided to cook. Relatedly, he's spending half his time on the phone with Gabe’s mom, it feels like — recipes can’t take that long to convey, no matter how chatty Gabe’s mom is — and shooing Gabe out of the kitchen with his traditional Passover lunch box, even though he isn’t on the road this year, and, thank fuck, it’s still the regular season this time. It’s rough, having to abstain from all of his favourite ways to carboload just in time for the postseason.

And then there's Seder. The fact they're having one, but also the fact they've got a guest list: a few of Stephen's university friends, a Jewish colleague of his who also lives across the country from his family, and Jared and Bryce, Dmitry and Oksana.

He spends Gabe doesn’t even know how much time and energy getting it together, brushing off most of Gabe’s offers to help. Gabe’s exhausted just doing his minor part and low-key worrying about Dmitry or Jared saying something to set Stephen off.

Everyone's shockingly well behaved, though, to the point where Gabe wonders what Stephen threatened them with. Something horrible, he’s sure. At the end of the night, everyone parts with leftovers, which Gabe is a little wistful about — he knows they kept a little of everything but it’s his favourite, and Stephen did good job with it, if not a Miriam job — and Gabe starts clearing the table, because Stephen looks like he’s hit his limit.

The kitchen is such a disaster Gabe doesn’t even know where to start — he didn’t think they had this many dishes. He doesn’t even recognise all of them. Gabe has never been more grateful to have a dishwasher. He only wishes they had two. Or three, even. Three would be good.

“I think that went okay,” Stephen says as Gabe starts rinsing the dirtiest of the dishes.

“It went great,” Gabe says. “What’s the occasion, anyway?”

“Passover,” Stephen says.

“Steve,” Gabe says.

“Oh, well,” Stephen says. “It’s important to you.”

But he’s flustered, and not just flustered in the way he gets whenever he has to admit he’s done something nice for someone.

That doesn’t typically apply to Gabe anyway. Stephen claims that it’s inherently selfish to do nice things for Gabe, because they’re a partnership, and helping his partner helps him. Gabe figures whatever helps Stephen sleep at night after doing embarrassing things like offering Gabe the last piece of pizza — obviously not during Passover — or telling him he likes his playoff beard when they both know it’s mid at best.

Though, Stephen actually seemed pretty into it, last year, to the point where Gabe was starting to think he might have a bit of a thing for the beard. So maybe that was selfish after all.

Gabe, equally selfishly, hopes they make it even further this year, just to test that theory.

"Well," Gabe says. "Thank you," and notices Stephen looks relieved that he's letting it go. Even grateful.

So of course that's when Gabe starts paying attention.

#fic snippet #SOTM #gabe markson #stephen petersen

[thevalicemultiverse]

What is the character's love language?

((As you didn't specify a character, I'll just do Victor, Alice, and Smiler as the main three:

Alice: Her main love languages are Quality Time and Acts of Service -- she shows she loves people by spending time with them and doing things for them (which, given she's generally more involved with people inside her head than outside it, is a big deal). If she loves you, she wants to be around you and helping you out!

Victor: His main love languages are Acts of Service and Gifts -- he shows he loves people by doing things for them and getting them presents (I suspect the latter comes from growing up with a mother who was often placated with presents from his father when she was in a mood). If he loves you, he wants to help you in any way that he can and give you things that he thinks will make you happy.

Smiler: Their main love languages are Words and Physical Touch -- they show they love people by telling them and touching them (I imagine they're a big hugger). If they love you, they want to say the words as much as possible and hold you nice and close!

Now, while Victor and Alice have a love language in common, Smiler doesn't share one with either of them -- fortunately, I think being told how much they're loved suits Victor and Alice fine, and honestly I think Physical Touch does count a bit as a love language for Alice -- in that, if she DOES love you and trust you, you get touch privileges. It's a big thing for both Victor AND Smiler the first time they're allowed to hug her. And I actually do headcanon Victor as a bit of a cuddler, so yeah -- it's all good between the OT3. :) ))

#~M: meanwhile in our reality (OOC) #~M: I want some questions! now! (ask) #~M: grin without a cat (anon) #love life questions #~F: if i ever see that van dort boy (victor) #~F: is she the chosen one (alice) #~F: smile always! (smiler) #((Victor and Alice I already knew from an older shipping meme I did #Smiler I had to come up with now #but Words and Physical Touch suits them I think #they're chatty and I see them as being into hugs so #works out #and yes Alice has to like you before you can do touchies #Smiler bluescreened briefly when she hugged them one day after a joke and they realized they had touch privileges #it's in one of my not-incorrect quote compilations XD))

[deiaiko]

#20.3 Company

"Where's Dan and Novick?" Grace asked, finding the living room unusually empty.

"They're going to the cinema since Agni gave us a day off today, cluck."

"Is that so?" Of course Agni had thought this far ahead. No wonder their teammates didn't try to wake either of them up. "I think we do need some time off."

"Speaking of, where's Agni?" Gyetang glanced at Grace and Agni's door.

"Ah. He's quite sick right now. I was about to fetch him some medicine and get us breakfast." Grace made his way down the stairs and allowed Bam to follow him.

Gyetang peeked from above. "Would you like me to take over your shift for lunch, cluck?"

Grace considered the offer. He did like cooking, and it usually worked wonders on easing his anxiety. But then Agni came to his mind, and Grace wanted nothing but to stay by his side until he got better. "I would really appreciate it, Gyetang. Sorry about that."

"It's no problem! How about macaroni soup?"

"Sounds good!"

"Got it, cluck." Gyetang gave him a salute and disappeared from his view.

Gyetang's cheerful aura filled some of the emptiness in Grace's chest. It sort of reminded him of Rak and Isu, and it made his heart ache again. He didn't want to cry now– he had cried enough last night, but the corner of his eyes started burning from the unshed tears. The fact that he would never be able to see them again was still a hard pill to swallow.

Bam tugged his shirt, and Grace realized he had been staring into the distance, stopping just in front of the storage room. He gave Bam an apologetic smile and went in, quietly searching between the aisles for the medicine Agni had listed. Bam not once let go of his shirt, as if he was trying to ground him. Surprisingly, it worked, seeing that his mind was brought to the weight of Bam's pull. Grace wondered how much Bam knew, looking at Bam's attempt to comfort him. Hwaryun must've told him what was going on, right? Was it the reason for his visit? Or did Bam just want his company after yesterday's breakdown regarding Rachel? Grace hoped it wasn't the latter.

Pocketing the needed medicine, Grace led them back upstairs to the kitchen where Gyetang had prepared two portions of reheated omelet fried rice and three glasses of orange juice. Looking at it, Grace realized he never had to find out what his old team's favorite foods were. So many moments he had missed, times that he could've used on getting to know them better. How could they still consider him a friend?

Gyetang waved from the living room, pulling Grace out of his daze. "Have you eaten yet, Viole? I can cook you something quick, cluck."

Grace could hear Bam's stomach growl, yet Bam didn't say anything. Grace figured Bam was probably torn between accepting and not being a bother to Gyetang. So he placed his hand on Bam's shoulder. "You can have Agni's share. I don't think he can stomach it right now anyway. I will get him some snacks instead."

So they both sat in the cafeteria, while Gyetang resumed playing on the game console. Bam stole careful glances at Grace between taking a spoonful, although Grace tried to ignore the worried look and ate his own ration as well. He wasn't really in the chatty mood right now, and he was thankful that Bam didn't try to start any conversation, or worse, pepper him with questions.

The food tasted bland, but maybe it was just him since Bam seemed to enjoy it. Grace finished the meal quickly. The uneasy and cold shinsu coming from their dorm room was getting harder to ignore. "Sorry, I can't accompany you for long. I really need to check on Agni."

Bam locked eyes with him before looking away, swallowing his food. "Okay."

Grace felt guilty for leaving his guest unattended, but he was more restless if he left Agni for longer. Even if Agni currently wasn't in immediate danger, Grace just couldn't help but worry. Still, he felt the need to make it up to Bam. So he put his hand on Bam's shoulder and pulled him into a side hug, "Thank you for stopping by. It means a lot to me."

Bam leaned his head to the embrace. "I will stay here for a while, if that's okay."

The unspoken 'I will be here if you need me' was clear to Grace. A warm feeling filled in his heart and he knew everything would eventually be okay again.

"Of course. Make yourself at home." Grace gave Bam a few pats on the back before pulling away and making his way to the kitchen to wash the dishes. "Is there anything you would like to do in the meantime, Bam?"

Gyetang overheard Grace's raised voice from across the room. "You're welcome to join me, cluck! The game is more fun with multiple players."

The offer seemed to pique Bam's interest. Bam looked at Grace with twinkling eyes, as if searching for approval that he shouldn't need to ask for. Grace returned with a nod and a warm smile, knowing very well that at this point Bam hadn't gotten the luxury of being able to play games, let alone with a friend.

After putting the dishes to dry, Grace rummaged through the kitchen cabinet to find some salty crackers. He put them on a tray along with the juice and a bottle of water. Before going into his dorm, he cast one last glance at Bam and Gyetang. "I will be back for lunch. Just knock if you need me."

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#Yay bam got to comfort grace. he just naturally did what best he thought would be if he were in grace's place #things will eventually be okay again #anyway (so excited to give them more trauma) *cough* i mean... so excited to see everyone get along well UwU #altho no promises that grace and agni will deal with the grief in healthy way *looks at next arc* *sweats* #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin fic #my fic #my art #bam #baam #25th baam #25th bam #the 25th baam #the 25th bam #jue viole grace #khun #koon #khun a.a #khun aguero agnis #khunbam #koonbaam #bamxkhun #gyetang

[running-with-the-feels]

I'd like more drunk kaui liang pls if that's okay

That is delightful!

Koala Bear Kuai Liang has a reputation among the defenders for how cuddly he is, and while Hanzo is the one usually bearing the brunt of that, other characters have too.

Jax once had to deal with Kuai Liang hugging him for a full five minutes in dead silence

Frost has been picked up in a bear hug and swung about, much to her confusion (and joy bc lets be real, bbygirl is touch starved and craves affection)

Imagining that Liu Kang and Kung Lao never died (bc f that), Liu Kang once had to deal with Kuai Liang hanging off of his back like a cape (made difficult by the fact that Kuai Liang is about 7 inches taller than Liu Kang in my hc)

Kung Lao and Johnny have both made out with a drunk Kuai Liang (while also being drunk themselves and y'all, I got drunk headcanons for the whole roster if you want em, just say the word) and maintain that it was a heavenly experience

Kung Lao's exact words were "if I didn't know that Hanzo would burn me alive for it, I would be at Kuai Liang's doorstep begging to bed him.

Johnny has bedded him and seconds that sentiment

Kuai Liang is also a surprisingly good dancer when drunk, like no matter how many he's had he can still bust a move with the best of them (then he tries to walk normally and trips and falls on his face)

Tipsy Statue Kuai Liang also has a reputation, with there being an entire gc dedicated to pictures of him standing still and unblinking as he tries to hide the fact that he's tipsy.

Also gonna sneak my Autistic Kuai Liang headcanon into here bc I will die on this hill, but once he gets chatty he will infodump on the nearest person. Out of all the defenders, Sonya is the one who tolerates it best bc she's used to it from Johnny. Hanzo obviously is a close second, and only in second bc he keeps getting distracted by how pretty Kuai Liang is when his brown isn't constantly furrowed.

Further into the Autistic Kuai Liang headcanon, always has the urge to run his hands through Hanzo's hair as a stim but restrains himself. Until he gets drunk in which case his hands rarely ever leave Hanzo's hair

bless him but Hanzo is Struggling with that

Kuai Liang doesn't tend to do shots, But, he will if it is part of one of Johnny's games (I hc that he gets all the defenders together at his mansion every now and again as "team building")

his favorite shot is a jaeger bomb and his least favorite is tequila

He refuses to drink cocktails, not bc he doesn't like them but bc Johnny makes them strong enough to kill a man and the last time Kuai Liang drank one he very nearly made a Bad Decision (almost slept with an equally drunk Erron Black)

Slightly sad drunk Kuai Liang hc: the way he behaves when he is drunk is very similar to the personality he would have had if he had never been kidnapped by the Lin Kuei, like if he had lived a normal life he would be something like that. At least, that is how he thinks of it, even if the reality is somewhat different.

Side note: I might make a tier list of all the people Kuai Liang either has/will/would never drunkenly made out with if anyone is interested in that? lemme know

Whenever Kuai Liang drinks, he is around friends too, like that's not something he does on his own or in public for him it's only ever social. After a while, all the defenders kinda get to know how they all are when they're drunk so they look out for one another.

For Kuai Liang this usually means he's gently guided towards a bed whenever he starts looking sleepy, usually by Hanzo, and bc he's super tactile whoever it is has to hold his hand until he's fully asleep or he'll cry

It is, in fact, the only time any of them have ever seen him cry and they all hate the sight of it now and will avoid it at all costs.

I'm sure I can think of more later, so lemme know if you want them. I've also seen ppl on tumblr do a thing where they answer asks in character, I have no idea if I'd be good at that or if anyone wants to see that but if you have any questions for drunk (or sober) Kuai Liang, feel free to send them over?

#am I being cringe? #I mean I'll do it regardless #bc cring culture is dead and I'm bringing in the corpse for the reward money #but still #kuai liang #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

[invisibleraven]

"Stop pretending that you care" sounds very Carrie-coded to me, so Carrie(/or &) anyone

"Carrie! Carrie this way please!"

Carrie held her hand up, as if that would magically stop the paps from taking her photo, from hounding her with questions, from being anywhere near her.

She knew this was the price of fame-everyone wanting a piece of you, but sometimes she just wanted to vanish off the face of the Earth, and just go back to being anonymous. Even if it was only for a second.

Finally she was in the hotel lobby, and even if the odd person there stared at her, it beat the overbearing presence of the vultures outside. She turned to her assistant Julie. "Can you check us in and get everything settled? I need a drink."

"Right away," Julie replied with anod, instructing the bellhops and valets to take the wealth of luggage towards the front desk. Julie was good at her job-that was half the reason Carrie hired her. Well that and they had been friends since childhood, meaning Julie was one of the few people Carrie trusted, and knew her as a person, not her Pink Candi persona.

"Glass of Manhattan please," she said as she sat at the bar, sliding over a large enough bill to cover the drink, plus a generous tip. She found servers were less likely to rat you out if you tipped well.

"Coming right up," the bartender replied, and soon enough the glass was in front of her, and a genuine smile offered to her as she nodded in thanks. "You need anything else, even if it's an open ear, just lemme know."

Carrie chuckled into her drink. "This doesn't look like that kind of bar."

The server shrugged. "Ain't nothing wrong with offering a bit of hospitality. Plus most people get chatty if they're liquored up enough, so the least I can do is listen."

Carrie hummed, taking another sip of her drink. Why not talk to this stranger though? Beat going to therapy like her dad constantly did, or fucking off to goodness knows where like her mom did. "I know I shouldn't complain. I have everything you could want but it's not..."

"What you thought it would be?" he offered.

"Exactly," she surmised. "There are times I just wanna be you know?"

"Totally," the server said, slicing up fruit for garnishes as he listened. "Even if you're doing what you love, it's still a job some days."

"Is this what you love?" Carrie asked. "Bartending and part time therapy?"

He snorted. "It's a living. But no, this is just a side hustle to pay off my loans. I do what I love when I'm not here slinging drinks."

"And what's that?" she asked, polishing off her drink and watching as he effortlessly made her another without her needing to ask.

"Photography," he replied.

Carrie's hackles rose at that-this hotel was well known for housing the rich and famous. What if he worked here so he could get a few snaps to sell later? "Like nature or weddings?"

"Sometimes," he replied. "Beats doing fashion shoots. But no, I mostly shoot magazines, celebrities and the like."

Carrie pushed her second drink away then, standing up. "Well that's just great. Enjoy your scoop."

"What?" he asked, looking confused. "What's going on now?"

"Stop pretending you care," she hissed. "Vulture."

"I am... so confused," he stated.

That's when Julie came in, and her face lit up as she spotted them. "Reggie!" she ran over, hugging him over the bar. "I hoped you'd be working here tonight"

"Ju Ju Bean!" he replied, his smile blooming. "Yeah, well when you told me when you'd be here, I asked for the shift. Figured you might have time to catch up."

"Always," she replied, and god Carrie ached to see how happy and smiley Julie was-a smile she thought was reserved for Carrie alone. "Oh, Carrie, this is Reggie. He and I went to college together, and he did his apprenticeship with my dad. Reggie, this is my boss and best friend, Carrie."

"We've met," Reggie replied, his smile turning more polite. "She seems to have the wrong idea about me."

Carrie looked sheepish as she shrunk under Julie's glare. "It's just... he said he did photography. Specifically celebrities and after the paps outside... I overreacted. Sorry."

Reggie relaxed at that. "No I get it-those idiots have caused more than enough trouble. I do more so album covers, stuff for interviews. Promo images, and gig shoots. Legit publications, not the Inquirer."

"He's actually doing the photos for your gig tomorrow," Julie added. "I was going to introduce you two over dinner this evening."

Carrie drooped at that. "And now I am doubly sorry."

Reggie waved her off. "No I seriously get it. My best friend Luke reacted the same way when I told him I wanted to get into the biz-he made me promise to stick to the light side of the force, even if the money is good for the paps. We're cool, and if you want someone else tomorrow, I won't hold a grudge."

"No, you've been nothing but kind, and I was reverting back to my high school mean girl persona," Carrie stated. "How about we start over? I'm Carrie."

"Reggie," he replied, shaking her offered hand. "Now, my shift is done, so how about dinner and we can discuss your vision for the shoot?"

"Only if you let me pay," Carrie offered.

"Well d'uh," Reggie replied, offering her and Julie his arms. "Now where are you two lovely ladies taking me tonight?"

Julie rolled her eyes fondly at him, but Carrie saw the way she leaned into him, the way she wanted Julie to lean into her, and understood a lot clearer why they had stopped here specifically.

But the way that Reggie looked at the both of them? The way he made them laugh and feel appreciated, valued, and completely normal for once? Carrie could work with that.

And even though the selfie she took of the three of them that night was no work of art, especially not with Reggie taking gorgeous shots of the three of them over the years. That first picture would always be her favourite, as it was the beginning of the rest of her life.

#filled prompts #ficlet #regal jewelry #julie and the phantoms

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

2019, North Island Naval Base - Rooster

Chapter 2 Part 2 of You Are My Soulmate

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Description:

Bradley loves being able to fly and still come home every night. That's the magic, he's sure, of working at Top Gun as a part of a squadron the Navy trusts with only the most sensitive of missions. Being home, having a home to rest his head, is great. But he can't help feeling like something is missing. Then there is Tinkerbell. He can't get her out of his head. It's like they're magnets, constantly orbiting one another, inexplicably attracted to each other despite it all. It being Hangman, of course.

It all comes to a head during a routine AMDO inspection. Bradley can't figure out why he so desperately wanted to jump to Tinkerbell's rescue when even Hangman didn't look worried. She's not a damsel-in-distress and he's no knight-in-shining-armor, of course.

Disclaimers: Misogynistic speech. Mentioned Homosexual Relationships. Sex Dream. P-in-v sex. Smut.

This content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting tag-list requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story.

Warnings: Female!Reader

Word Count: 4136 

A/N: Hey All! This is officially Rooster's perspective on the events in Chapter 2! He's a very confused man, but hopefully we can see a little bit more of his thought process here. Happy Rooster Day, Everybody!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

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It’s officially summer in San Diego. Even at 5 in the morning, Bradley can already feel the heat rising. It’s going to be hellish trapped in a cockpit for hours a day. But San Diego has nothing on the desert. Once you’ve run flight patrols in 110°F heat, San Diego feels like a breezy cool spring day. The new class at Top Gun won’t think so, of course. They’ll be complaining the entire time. The sun will also make them sloppy, easier to take down. An upward climb, put the sun in their eyes, tone lock and that’s it. That’s a Mav trick, but damn is it effective. 

Other than the pounding beat of his feet and the sweat prickling on his temples and dripping down his bare back, Bradley feels good, great, in fact, today. When he'd just started flying, he'd never wanted to teach. All he wanted to do was fly, fly until he became the best of the best. A decade of hard work and a considerable amount of skill later and he can say he's officially reached that goal. Taking the position at Top Gun, disseminating the knowledge he’s earned with blood, sweat, and tears? It feels like the perfect next step.

That euphoric feeling is a glowing ember in his chest as he parks the Bronco in his customary spot in the base parking lot and gets out. A few spots down he can see a gorgeous cherry red convertible. The sight of that classic car, obviously lovingly cared for and painstakingly restored is another indicator that today is going to be a great day. At least, that is, until he sees who gets out of it. 

It's Tinkerbell. He can see the sun shining off of her thick glossy hair, tied back today into a braided bun. She's in uniform and has on sunglasses and is carrying the biggest cup of coffee he's ever seen. She's normal so cheery and chatty. Not today. A frown mars her pretty face and he can practically see the storm clouds over her head. Maybe she fought with Bagman? Where is he? He's always around her, which makes sense, in a way to Bradley. If Tinkerbell was his soulmate, he'd never let her out of his sight. Come to think of it, for the past few months, Bradley's never seen Hangman and Tinkerbell leave together. Not at all. They come on base separately, they go home separately and even when hanging out at the Hard Deck, there's no displays of affection. No kisses or hugs, nothing to show that they love each other. 

It's a conundrum. But really, Bradley can't pretend to know what their relationship is like. Just because his mom and dad were obsessed with each other 24/7, and showed it too, doesn't mean that every soul-pairing has to be. Though he hopes that his soul knows that he's going to adore them every day, unendingly and unceasingly. The first stop he makes is into the male officer’s locker room to change into his flight suit. The rest of the guys are already in the room, and he’s sure Nat and Callie are in the ladies changing room doing the same thing.

When the Daggers walk into the hangar, they find Admirals Simpson, Bates and Mitchell all arrayed at the front of the room. Bradley lines up next to Phoenix and exchanges a questioning glance with Mav. The wink he gets back is no help. Not at all. He notes the new class lining up across the aisle in his peripheral vision. It's all quiet as the assembled twenty-four aviators await their morning briefing. The Admirals don't start, however, until one final person walks in. 

It's Tinkerbell, in a mechanics jumpsuit, with a clipboard under her arm and still carrying that colossal to-go cup. The first time he sees her smile today has his mouth going dry. She's smiling and chatting with Hondo, too low to be heard, but still obviously jovial. She even winks at Mav. Bradley's so tuned to her that he barely pays attention to the briefing, snapping to attention only when Cyclone says her name. After a brief introduction, all eyes are on her.

Bradley's captivated immediately, chewing on his lips as he takes in her form. The jumpsuit she's wearing is generally baggy and not the most flattering. But on her? It takes his breath away. Tinkerbell lights up the room without even trying to. Bradley lets her sweet voice fall into the background as he watches her lips move as she introduces herself and what the inspection today involves. He’s immediately thinking of the burgundy shade her lips had been the night he met her. He has no idea how long he’s been staring when she stops talking and takes a sip of coffee. A drop of the liquid stays stuck on her bottom lip and Bradley’s fixated on the way her tongue darts out to sweep the liquid away. He can feel his pulse jump unsteadily beneath his skin and an tightening of his boxers. He’s never been so glad that the flight suits are on the baggy side.  She’s listing out aviators and that’s when Bradley tunes back in fully, listening for his name. Tinkerbell doesn’t say it though, and when she dismisses the aviators, he makes a beeline for Maverick and the other admirals.

It’s a few minutes before Maverick can talk to him.

“Hey, kid. Are you worried about an AMDO inspection?” Bradley has missed this. For years, he kept himself from having this, talking to his godfather due to his own stubbornness.

“Nah, Mav. Just wanted to know if you wanted to head to the officer’s lounge and get a cup of coffee?” This is probably skirting the lines of propriety a bit, but after so long, Bradley’s not going to give up any opportunity to reclaim what he lost.

“Can’t, kid. Cyclone and Warlock want me rotating between the two hangars. It’s our AMDO Commander’s first inspection round since her promotion. It’s her first test. They want to see how she does. Frankly, so do I.” Mav’s looking out over the milling aviators. 

“Maybe you and the Daggers can do the rounds as well, at least when you’re not taking part in inspections yourselves?”

“You got it, Mav.” Bradley’s quick to salute and leave, briefing the others as they walk into Hangars Three and Four and splitting up into pairs. For some reason, Bradley has ended up partnered with Bagman. As they make rounds of the hangar, Bradley can’t keep from tracking Tinkerbell. He’s unconsciously been following her all day, and when the changeover happens and he ends up in Hangar Three for his own inspection, he spends the entire time intensely aware of her presence. At least, that is, until Hawk begins pitching a fit at the AMDO in charge of the inspection on his plane. 

He's not a bad kid, Hawk, that is. He's just got a traditional case of the regular aviator ailment. He's cocky, arrogant and full of himself. Bradley's seen the files. He's like Bagman used to be when they were at Top Gun, always pushing the envelope. The only difference is, while Bagman knows not to talk back to superiors, Hawk clearly hasn’t learned that lesson yet. He’s already moving before he realizes that Tinkerbell is walking right towards the yelling and will reach Hawk before he will. Hawk doesn’t even seem to care that she’s right there. Hawk’s so loud that Bradley can’t even hear what Tinkerbell says to him. Bradley moves in closer, as he keeps laying into the Lieutenant, her surname is Green, if Bradley remembers correctly.

This is some test, if it’s what the admirals were intending. Hawk’s making a scene that’s got nearly everyone in the hangar milling around. But Tinkerbell stays cool under pressure. She pulls out an air horn from her utility belt and gives it one blast. Bradley’s ears are ringing and he’s at least 3 feet away from her. Hawk was next to her when she let the horn blow. 

"That is enough." Her voice is louder than he’s ever heard it. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Taylor. If you have a problem with a member of my team, you are to come find me. You DO NOT yell, scream, curse, or berate my AMDOs. Frankly, you do not have the authority to do so." 

A handful of words and she’s already commanding the room.

 "You have two minutes. Tell me what happened. Plain and to the point. No flowery language, no blame games, just the facts." There’s a growl in her voice now. It sends shivers down Rooster’s back, and arousal simmering through his veins. But before he can lose himself into the new grit and sex inhibiting Tinkerbell’s voice, Hawk picks up a litany again. He spits out some glossily dressed up bullshit about how Lieutenant Green has been miscrewing panels back into place. Tinkerbell stands tall, moving under the jet to examine the offending screws. Of course, just as she wheels around to let him have it, he starts up again. 

"I mean, I don't even know why the Navy trusts such important tasks to women." Those words have Bradley’s hands clenching in anger. How dare he? It’s obvious he has no idea what it takes to be an AMDO. But before he can interject and dress the little idiot down himself, there’s an arm around his shoulder. It’s Hangman, jaw clenched but nodding 'No' at him regardless of his own feelings. His eyes say ‘Let Tinkerbell handle this.’ 

"It's not like any of you know how to even use a screwdriver properly." Hawk’s voice is oily as he gives Tinkerbell a once-over and clearly finds her lacking if the disgust in his eyes says anything. That look doesn’t affect her at all. If anything she stands up even straighter and gets a few steps closer. With a deliberate cool, she pulls out the air horn and blows a burst so loud that everything, even the ambient sounds of the wind seem to fall silent. 

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Taylor, enough!" Her voice is like pure sex as she gets into Hawk’s personal space, one finger pointed at his sternum.

"Lieutenant Green's work is immaculate. While you've been ranting and raving like a lunatic over there, I've been reviewing her work. I dare say that your jet is far more aerodynamic than it was before you brought it here for the inspection."

Her chest heaves as she pauses. There’s a fire in her eyes as she glares at Hawk.

"As far as your other comments, I just have one question for you. I've seen your file. You graduated from Flight School. So that means you know everything there is to know in the NATOPS for the F/A-18. Correct?"

"Damn straight!" Bradley already knows that the kid has no idea what an AMDO does.

"Lieutenant Green knows the F-18 NATOPS, too." 

He’s confused? At what? Does he not know Lieutenant Green by name? 

"You know, the officer you were just calling stupid because she's a woman? She knows the NATOPS for the F-18, F-22, and F-35 forwards and backward in addition to the E-2 Hawkeye and C-130 Hercules. That's four planes in addition to what you know, correct? You clearly have no idea what an AMDO does. We don't just inspect your planes. We inspect the maintenance protocols for them. There's nobody I'd trust more to inspect a plane I'm responsible for than her."

Rather than focus on Tinkerbell, because that is a boner waiting to happen, Bradley focuses on Hawk. He’d feel bad for the kid, but there were so many warnings that it's ludicrous that Hawk hasn’t picked up on anything. His intelligence has to be exaggerated.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade, your conduct is unbecoming when speaking to a superior officer." Hawk's gawking with his mouth open like a fish while she lays into him. "Be assured, I will be speaking at length about your conduct to Admirals Simpson, Bates, and Mitchell. As for your treatment of Lieutenant Green, I'll expect a full written apology across my desk by 10 AM tomorrow. You're to report to Chief Warrant Officer Coleman for 300 push-ups while Lieutenant Green finishes up her work."

Hawk’s staring open jawed at Tinkerbell as she stands at her highest and stares him down.

"ARE WE CLEAR, LIEUTENANT JUNIOR GRADE?!" The hangar is completely silent as Tinkerbell’s voice rings through it.

"Y-yes, ma'am." Just when Bradley thinks he can breathe again, she turns her fiery gaze on everyone else standing around in the hangar.

"Alright, folks, nothing to see here! The US Navy doesn't pay us to engage in scuttlebutt! Back to work unless you want to spend all night here. I'm not all too sure our complement of Admirals would like the thoughts of us in pajamas, braiding each other's hair as we gossip about which plane is the best!”

Bradley’s chuckling despite himself. She’s such a study in contrasts, Tinkerbell. So serious and commanding in one instance but so cheery and joyful in the next. Each facet of her personality makes her more interesting. It’s going to be a delight to have her on North Island. When she’s alone or surrounded by other pilots, she’s not so bad. But of course, as soon as Hangman walks up to her, Bradley’s reminded of exactly why he can’t get close to her. She’s taken. She’s somebody else’s girl. To make matters worse, she’s Hangman’s girl. Hangman’s not the type to let another man get close to his girl.

He's careful for the rest of the time she flits about the hangar, taking time to speak to each pilot, each member of her team, and each member of the flight crew. It's not long at all before the cacophony of power tools and drills resounds through the hangar. About an hour after the scene with Hawk, Bradley looks up and sees her walk out of the hangar. He makes an excuse about running out for a cup of coffee before grabbing a water bottle and following her out as stealthily as he can. 

If he's been tracking her correctly, and he has, he knows that Tinkerbell will be making her way over to Hangar Four. He nearly walks by her, in truth. She's scrunched up in the alley between the two hangar buildings. She's leaning against the dusty wall with her head in her hands. He doesn't want to startle her, so he clears his throat as obnoxiously as he can.

“Bradshaw.” Her voice is curt, so cold that if he didn't know any better he'd think an ice storm had enveloped San Diego.

He can't help how gentle his own voice is as he says her callsign. “Tinkerbell.” 

Bradley's got every bit of those beautiful doe eyes looking right up at him, and it makes him lose his composure in a way that nothing else ever has.“Was that - um - Was that the first time you’ve had to give a subordinate a dressing down?”

“No.” Her half-smile nearly blinds him, even as Tinkerbell stares up at the sky. Her chuckle is a barely heard puff of breath that turns into words, “I’ve given a lot of those. This is just the first one since my promotion. Each one leaves me feeling terrible after, though. I don’t know what it’s like for men when they have to do something like what I just did, but I know one thing. Taylor’s going to be all over base calling me a bitch, or any other thing which comes to mind. If it were a man telling him the same thing, he’d probably have bitched and moaned for a little bit before ultimately accepting it.”

It's true. That's exactly what Taylor's going to do. He's going to either drag Tinkerbell in front of everyone who asks him what happened or let the rumors about her tank her reputation. Her voice is thin and breathless as she continues, “H-he’s going to be swanning around for the rest of his time at Top Gun glaring at me, and he and I are going to be the center of all of the gossip and rumors floating around because of it. I’ve heard it all before, you know? She’s fucking him, she’s trying to seduce him, etcetera, etcetera.”

As Bradley stands there, just listening as Tinkerbell confides in him, he can't help making a resolution. He resolves then and there that he'll put a stop to it. That he'll keep Taylor from destroying Tinkerbell. Maybe he'll go to Mav, Cyclone and Warlock himself? There is no way Hawk's blatant disregard for authority can stand as it is. It feels so good to just be the force of her attention. 

She's a vision illuminated in gold as the late afternoon sunshine halos around her gleaming hair and drips into golden pools on her skin. When her words run out, he proffers the water bottle in his hand to her. Tinkerbell's smile at that one small gesture is enough to have every thought wiped clean from his mind. It takes an embarrassingly long time for Bradley to lead her back towards Hangar Four, trying, and probably failing to make conversation about AMDO inspections with her.

By the time he walks back to Hangar Three, a paper cup full of the Navy's finest brew in hand, Bradley's smiling from ear to ear. He’s almost too light-hearted for the rest of the day. Everytime he sees Tinkerbell out of the corner of his eye, a ridiculously giddy grin curls across his mouth. When he stops at the base gym afterwards, he plugs in his headphones and loses himself to the music. He’s jamming out so hard that he barely notices the time passing.

It’s late when he finally staggers into the locker room showers. His muscles twinge with every move he makes and the base’s trickling stream of hot water barely does the job. He throws on a pair of board shorts and a tank top and heads out the door. All he wants right now is a beer and something to eat. As luck would have it, though, just as he walks towards the Bronco, he sees Tinkerbell, scrunched down in the driver’s seat of her convertible. It looks like she’s waiting for someone? Probably Hangman, the nasty voice in his head decides to pipe in. What if he comes out and kisses her? Bradley’s not sure he can take it.

What would it be like to have her as his soul? To see that beautiful smile waiting for him in the passenger’s seat of the Bronco? To be able to kiss her until she’s breathless for him? Breathless because of him? Before he can dwell on it, he drives away, giving her a half wave. The entire time he can see the base parking lot out of the rearview mirror, he’s keeping his eyes peeled for the sight of that red car. He manages to put her out of his mind for the rest of the night, but then he dreams.

Most of his dreams are about his mom and dad and Mav. He asks them what it’s like to have a soulmate, what it means to love them, and how to be a good soulmate. Most of the time, he wakes up from those dreams feeling like he’s just been wrapped in one of his mom’s bear hugs. 

Tonight, when he dreams, it starts like no other dream he’s ever had. For one, he doesn't see anybody he recognizes in the room, if it even is one. Everything is foggy and he can feel the wet slap of it against his face, arms and calves as he trudges through it. The only other place where he has felt fog like this was in San Francisco, on the one trip he remembers taking to visit his Aunt Sarah, Pop's sister, right after his mom had died.

Out of the fog an island festooned in string lights comes up. There's a car there, his Bronco, he realizes as he walks closer to it. The doors are all closed, but there are clearly people inside. The windows are fogged and as he walks closer he can hear a bitten off gasp as a hand presses up against the window, leaving a mark on the misty surface. The closer he gets, the more he hears. He can hear himself, calling someone his beautiful, gorgeous, and lovely girl. He can also hear a voice that's immediately familiar to him.

"Bradley!" Her voice is high pitched and strung out. He is instantly captivated by those breathy moans. Bradley can feel himself grow hard as he tries to see who this pretty girl is. On the other side of the car there's an open window, and Bradley can't believe who he sees. Between one breath and the other, he finds himself in the car.

It's Tinkerbell, of course it is. She's bare, every supple inch of skin on full display as she writhes in his dream-self's lap. He's got his mouth on the soft swell of her tits and his hand buried in the wet warmth at the apex of her thighs. When he blinks, he's hit with all of the sensations, of her release soaking his hand as he fucks three fingers into her, the pinching tug of her hands in his hair, the feeling of her hard nipple against his tongue. 

When she cums again, her hips stuttering in their steady pace, he pulls away from her. She's smiling down at him, tenderly and sweet. When she laughs, it sounds like bells chiming in the distance, maybe wedding bells? He can't resist tugging her smiling mouth down to his own, kissing the sensual curve over and over again until her laughter has once again transformed into moans. 

This time, when he trails his fingers through her wet folds, he's met with soft hands over his aching length. She's so gentle as she frees him from his boxers and trails his length through her soaked folds. She feels like sin as she carefully sinks down lower and lower. Her eyes go glassy and wet as her chest heaves and she struggles to take him to the hilt.

"B, baby I can't. You're so big and thick." Her voice is a barely audible coo. Bradley can't resist reeling her in for a kiss, feeling her soft skin pressed up against his own. She's so tight wrapped around his length, like she was made for him. He can't resist scratching at her scalp, freeing the glossy strands of her hair from her braid. She smells like citrus blossoms in bloom and tastes like berries.

Bradley's so gone for this beautiful, gorgeous thing in his arms. He can't resist telling her that as well, as she adjusts, the cool breeze peaking her nipples as they graze his pecs. There's a tattoo against her ribs, something delicate and beautiful that suits her to perfection. He can't tell what it is, a flower, maybe? Whatever it is, he wants to trail his tongue over the stark black ink, to taste every inch of her skin.

Just as he's about to coax her onto her back in the backseat so he can do just that, she's moving her hips. Each undulating swell has her rising and sinking faster and deeper until she's taking Bradley's length from tip to root every time. Her tits bounce with each movement, and he can't resist tracing a bead of sweat as it trails between the pretty globes. Her mewls as he suckles on her nipples has him ready to explode. But he doesn’t, not yet. Each thrust has Tinkerbell falling apart in his lap a bit more. Already her hips are stuttering in their steady pace and she's babbling at him.

When he thumbs at her clit, Tinkerbell cums on his length with a scream. The combination of her heat and how she looks bouncing on his dick have Bradley spilling into her within just a few thrusts after her. Bradley wakes up seconds later.

It's the dead of night. His clock blinks the time in neon green, 2:40. His skin is coated in sweat and there's a damp patch in his boxers from where he'd cum in his pants like a teenager after a wet dream. But even after he's cleaned up, he can't bring himself to go back to sleep again. Tinkerbell's face as she cums is tattooed in his brain. How is he ever going to face her again? Seeing her command a room is enough to give him blue balls. Now? It'll take superhuman control to keep his composure on base.

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Our Little Family [Miles Wood] Chapter 8

From the Author, 👢 anon: Hey guys, I'm back with another update. I promise you, things will get better from now on. This is the first part of three, full of sex. And this is a really long ass chapter. Sorry about that.

The warnings are: smut 18+ content

After the big argument, Miles had a short road trip. But he called you every night, and the first thing he asked was how you're doing. Normally, he would only ask about Lily. Not this time. 

It made you feel better. You just didn't want to explode at him like you always do. You both talked about you, him, and then Lily. 

You thought he wasn't paying attention, but he remembered that you were going to look for your wedding dress with his mom. 

“Choose what feels right, babe; the one you feel comfortable walking down the aisle to me.” He told you, bringing a smile to your face. That's all you want. He had to go, but you're glad that you two are talking more.

The next morning, you and his parents have breakfast before going out for the day. Lily and Randy are going to get some things for Thanksgiving and Christmas. You and Cheryl are going to a few wedding dress shops. After that, Randy and Lily will join you. 

Three shops in, you can't find a dress that you like. Nothing seems to make you feel happy, pretty, and deserving of being married to Miles. 

The last store, you find the one. It's perfect. It fits you just right. Hugs all your curves. You show Cheryl, and she agrees. When you hear the price, that's a no from you. You say that you're going to come back closer to the date. But Cheryl sees the way your eyes were glowing, and now they're not. She'll have to talk to you later. 

You all do some early Christmas shopping. Especially for Lily, a few small things for Miles. You're still trying to figure out the big present for him. 

After all the shopping, you guys sit down for a cup of coffee. You talk about how you're feeling after Lily being in the hospital. Cheryl knows that it can be hard for mothers when that happens. You ask about tips to deal with a toddler Miles because Lily is his mini. 

You weren't expecting her to ask about the dress. You're surprised. 

“Why didn't you get the dress?” She asks softly.

“We still have time before the wedding.” You brush it off. 

“C'mon y/n, tell me the truth.” 

You sigh. “It's just out of my budget, so I need to find something that fits my price range.” You explain to her.

“But you don't have to settle.” 

“It's fine, that's how it always is. I'll find something that fits and settle.” You tell her. 

She can see that you don't really mean that. You want that dress, but you're not going to buy it. She drops the subject. 

It doesn't take long after that for Lily and Randy to join you. Your baby is just so excited, so happy, and chatty. 

You guys hang out together for a while before going back home. You set the menu and other things for the upcoming holidays.

After giving Lily a bath, you get a delivery. Flowers and a box. You're so confused. You smile softly seeing Miles' handwriting. You have a feeling that you shouldn't open the box downstairs. 

“It's been a while, and I miss you, my fiance. Would you like to go on a date with me?” 

You nod even if he can't see it. Cheryl says that the flowers are gorgeous as she watches you put them in the water. 

Lily is taking her nap, so you'll go to your room to check the box. Sitting on the bed, you open the box, and your eyes go wide. 

Inside the box, there is a set of lingerie and a dress. You don't know how he did this. And with the note:

“To my gorgeous fiance, so you can look even more gorgeous for our date.”  God, this man will drive you insane. It's not what you would go for. But you want that with him. 

You guys have a chill night, watching Miles. Seeing him being a wrecking ball out there makes you a little wet. He looks so good, with his stubble and longer hair. 

He'll come home later, and if his parents weren't there, you would jump him. 

Miles gets home from the road, and he tip-toes around Lily's room to give her some love. You hear him come in because you couldn't sleep thinking about him. 

He comes in, kisses your head, and goes to shower. Long flight, can't lay down with plane smell. As soon as you hear the shower, you follow him. Stripping down your clothes, you slide behind him, hugging his middle. 

“Hi handsome.” You say before kissing his shoulder blade. 

“Hi babe.” He replies, rubbing your hand. 

The way his body relaxes against you, it makes you feel good. He feels safe with you, and his body is telling you that. 

You start to dance your fingers down his abs, Miles' groan is followed by a moan of your name. Yep, that's exactly what you need to continue. You wrap your hand around his cock. 

Miles moans again, bracing his arms forward as you stroke his cock slowly before speeding up a little. 

“Good game, babe.” you tell him.

“You're really going to talk about the game… with your hand on my cock ?” He asks between grunts. 

“I can talk about how much I want your cock inside me, making me moan your name.” 

Miles doesn't last long. It's been a while since you touched him like that. It's something that he needed after a rough couple of games and rough moments with you. 

He spins you for a kiss, but before he cleans himself you lower yourself to lick some of the cum on his abs. 

He groans, throwing his head back. He's going to ruin you during your date. He helps you get up, so he can kiss you again. 

You thank him for your presents, before washing yourself and him. Miles steps out of the shower and helps you to dry yourself. 

You guys move to bed, and it's cuddle time. Miles holds you so tight against his body. You take his smell, his body, just his presence. 

“Welcome home, love.” You whisper to him before falling asleep.

He smiles and kisses your head. Your body goes limp against him, and he enjoys that a lot. 

Miles has the next day off, so you're going to let him sleep in. The fact that Lily is almost one helps a lot with that. 

You sleep in with Miles before getting up to start the day. Lily grins at you when you get to her room. Your baby is so perfect.

She says Dada, and you ask if she wants to go see her dada. She coos because she does. You take her to your room, putting her on the edge of the bed so she can crawl. You keep an eye on her until Miles has her in his arms. 

She calls for him a few times, and he groans and smiles, realizing that his baby is calling him. He holds her, giving her little kisses, making her giggle in the process. Her giggles match her dad's. 

He smiles at you before mumbling an "I love you." And you reply that you love him too. 

Now Lily is safe with her dad. You're going downstairs to start breakfast. Even if Miles is not much of a breakfast person. 

You go run some errands, while Miles play with Lily and cuddles. You spoil yourself a little, get waxed, and do your brows and your hair. After all of that, you go to the store to buy a few things that need to be restocked in your place. 

When you get home, Miles is playing with Lily downstairs making her giggle. No cares in the world, just paying attention to his baby girl. 

You go to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee before joining them. You smile at him, and he gives you his biggest grin. Lily matches his toothless grin. And now you're all gooey. You sit to play with them. 

Miles sits behind you as you watch Lily playing with her toys. You lean against him with a sigh. This is life.

Cheryl snaps a few pictures of you guys. Moments like this make you want to stay home. But you needed that man's cock inside of you yesterday. After making him cum last night, your desire only gets higher for him. 

“I'm so excited for the date later, babe.” He tells you. 

“Me too.” 

Lily crawls your way to play with you. You kiss her face, making her giggle in the process. You play with Lily until she crashes on your chest. Miles helps you get up. The rest of the day flies by. You get excited as it gets closer to the time Miles said. You haven't seen him since the middle of the afternoon. Cheryl says he is out preparing for your date.

You put the killer lingerie on. It makes your curves look awesome. Miles has a great taste. The dress looks good too. 

You go downstairs, but Miles is not there yet, so you play with Lily a little until you hear the doorbell. You open the door, there he is. Your man looks so good in his suit. 

You guys greet each other, Miles pecs your lips smiling. 

“Correct me if im wrong, but that's your game day suit.” You point that out to him. 

“Yes, but I'm preparing for the game.” Miles smirks at you. 

You complement his suit before you guys thank his parents again for staying with Lily. Miles leads you to his car, opening the door for you. He is pulling out all the stops today. You pull his suit jacket so you can kiss him. Miles hums into the kiss. You peck his lips before whispering to him. 

“I want your cock inside me.” His groan is the answer that you need. You kiss his cheek before sitting on the passenger seat. 

Miles has a huge smile on his face. And you like that very much. He's so handsome. Those curls, they drive you crazy. You play with the curls on the back of his head while he drives. One of his hands is on your thigh. It feels nice. 

“Thanks for my dress.” You say softly. 

“You're welcome babe, you look gorgeous.” He replies with that soft smile of his.

The way he talks makes you feel warm inside. The drive is quiet and nice. You park in a really nice parking lot. He chuckles, seeing your face. You weren't expecting this very awesome restaurant. 

Miles help you get out of the car, lacing your fingers together. You shouldn't feel this happy about this date, but here you are, swooning for your man. 

Hearing him say “Wood for two.” Makes you so soft. The squeeze from him and the look from the host give you a little more confidence for the night. 

Miles orders your favorite wine. You guys talk about everything and anything. It's the first time in a while that you have sit down and just talk. 

“I miss Lily.” You tell him mid-way through dinner. 

“Me too, babe, but this is for us. We need this.” He replies softly.

He's right, and you know it. 

You tease him by moving your hand up his thigh. You bite your bottom lip, hoping he catches what you have in mind. He does, and he smirks. Miles licked his lips before moving closer to your ear. 

“I want to fuck you so many times tonight. But before I want to make love to you.” He nibbles your ear lobe as your hand moves up teasing his thigh. “Do you want dessert, babe ? I know what i want” You sigh hearing his words. 

Your hand rests higher on his thigh.

“Idk, what about some banana split. You know, those with the long and thick banana, some whipped cream, and chocolate sauce.” You say so shy. Miles is swallowing hard beside you. He wants to run out of the restaurant like right now. 

“Let's go, babe.” Miles says he needs to take you to the hotel. 

“Nope, I'm going to have my dessert.” You're staying put.

You guys order chocolate cake and enjoy. 

Mid-bite, you ask him something. 

“Are you going to take care of Lily tomorrow ?” 

He's a little lost. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“If you want to fuck me as many times possible, I need to know you're going to take care of Lily and not your parents.” You explain to him.

“But they don't mind taking care of her, baby.” He tries to tell you that it's fine. 

“I know, but I do Miles. They're taking care of her a lot lately, and that's not what I want, please.” That's the only way you're having sex with him tonight. 

“Okay, I'll take care of her tomorrow, babe, don't worry.” Miles assure you. He can see that it's important to you. He's not going to push much right now. Not when he wants you in every position tonight.

You don't want this night to end. So far, everything is amazing. And you want to enjoy your fiance. You finish the cake, Miles pays the bill and leads you back to the car. It's a little chilly right now, but you know the temperature is going to rise. 

You bite your bottom lip, watching Miles get into the car. He brings you for a kiss. He's so sweet today. 

“Would you be okay with us going to a hotel tonight instead of going home ?” Miles asks you softly. He's a little afraid of your answer. 

“Yeah, I would. How am I going to scream your name with our daughter and your parents home ?” You reply with a smirk. 

He groans, throwing his head back. He's so ready to be inside you. Miles drives to a really nice hotel. All good for his woman. 

He continues to blow your mind tonight. He asked something to the hotel receptionist before he came to get you. Lacing your fingers together and taking you to your room for the night. 

It's a very nice room, with a killer view. You're taking your coat when there is a knock on the door. Miles is in the bathroom, so you open the door for a cart with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. 

Miles comes out of the bathroom and opens the champagne for you. You guys toast to a new and better beginning. Sexual tension is rising as you enter your third champagne glass. 

You were supposed to get drinks for you and Miles. But if you have one more, you will be drunk. You already have what you need confidence wise. But you refill Miles' glass.

You open your dress as you walk slowly back towards Miles. The dress starts to slide down your body with each step. Calling for him softly, Miles turns swallowing hard seeing you in only the lingerie that he picked. He needs to adjust himself, followed by a curse. 

You offer him his glass, Miles takes it from you. You work on opening his dress shirt button by button. When you open the final button, revealing his abs and chest makes you mumble an “OH god.” 

He let his hair grow, and now he's hairy just like you enjoy. He knows he did well. You run your nails over his abs, chest, and shoulders to drop his shirt off. You need to appreciate him.  

“Just stand still and look pretty, love.” You tell him with a wink. 

You kiss his neck and make your way down. You kiss every inch of his body. You get down on your knees and stop above his belt. 

Miles put his glass aside. You watch him so you can start working on opening his belt. You open his pants, leaving little kisses on his cock over his boxers briefs.

Miles gets hard quick, and that makes you smile. You pull his boxer briefs down, and the sight makes you wetter. He didn't shave his pubes. He just trimmed them for you. He really loves you. Putting his boxers mid-thigh. You start to jerk him slowly, just building up. Until you hear his plea for you to take him inside your mouth.

“Guess it's time for me to have my banana split.” You say before licking his tip. Miles groans as you take him inside your mouth. 

Bobbing your head slowly, your nails are on his thighs. Sometimes, your hand comes to play with his balls. He's a mess, and you love it. 

All the sounds he's offering, give you the confidence that you need to keep going. His hands come to hold your hair.

You take him deep in your throat, boy he's big, but your gag reflex is good. 

Miles warns you that he's close and you know that. You can feel his balls getting tight on your hands. You 'Hmm' around him and a minute or so he's cumming inside your mouth. 

You swallow the most that you can, stroking him during his high trying not to be so overwhelming. Miles runs his hand through his hair as you clean the cum on the corner of your mouth. 

He steps out of his pants before offering you a hand to get up. You take it, he brings you for a kiss. While you guys kiss, Miles grabs the back of your thighs, making you squeal in the process. He carries you to bed, placing you as carefully as he can without breaking the kiss.

When he finally breaks the kiss, you're breathless, and your lips are puffy. Miles smiles and admires you in that red lingerie that he picked. He smiles at you, making you get all warm. The way he looks at you is so new to you. 

“God, I love you.” He says softly. You smile playing with his curls. 

“And I love you.” You reply. 

Knowing that you love him like this makes him so happy. This is not easy right now for you guys, so having the same feelings is a relief. 

He wants to tell you so many things, assure you that you guys are going to be okay. This first year of Lily's life has been rough on you for so many reasons. Lot of fears involved. 

“Babe, can you please do something ?” You ask, snapping him of his trance. 

Yes, he can do something. He goes back to kissing you as his hands explore your body. Your boobs look perfect, and he's going to admire them. He kisses your neck, nibbling a little bit, before kissing his way down.

He kisses every inch of your body, being gentle, loving, and worshiping you. Miles opens your bra, making you sigh in the process. So much better. One of his hands goes to one nipple and his mouth goes to the other. 

Now it's your time to be a squirming mess under him. He doesn't mind, Miles loving making you feel this good. And hearing you moan for him, it's so sexy. 

You're begging him to do more. You're already are so damn wet. He doesn't need to do too much. He does what he's told, but he'll be back on your boobs soon. 

Miles takes off your underwear, settling between your legs. He runs his finger through your folds, feeling how wet you are, makes him smirk. He wants to say something to tease you, but you give him your “don't” look. 

He goes to town, eating the hell out of you like you're his last meal. You don't like it when he pins you down. That makes you whine. You need more and he doesn't want to give it to you yet. Then he does, sliding that long ass finger inside you.

You moan, moving your hand to cover your mouth. Miles pulls it back down because he wants to hear you. He's working his fingers and tongue on you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

A couple minutes later, you tell him that you're going to cum. He takes the sign and speeds up a little bit. Yep, he's making you see stars. You cum screaming his name. Miles laps your clit as he helps you come down from your high. 

Once you're down, you say that you need him. But before Miles gets inside you, you can see that there is something on his mind. Normally, he doesn't have any thoughts there.

Before you can ask anything, Miles is sliding slowly inside you. Fuck, he's big. Your hands grab his biceps. You're used to him but it's a little uncomfortable at first. He's so gentle like always. Once he's fully inside, he gives you time to adjust before you squeeze his arms harder, letting him know that he can move. 

At first, he starts slowly enjoying the sex, and then you start to plea for him to move faster. And he does. He stops making love and goes to full on fucking. 

You and Miles start to work on your high. It's needy sex. And you like it a lot, leaving a lot of nail marks on his body. 

You scream Miles name as you cum again, you're tight around him and he's struggling to move his hips. He works you through your high before cumming himself, you have another small orgasm milking every drop of his cum.

Miles groans, moving his hips. He moans your name when you move your hips to help him get through his high. 

As much as you love him inside you, you're a little sensitive right now. Miles pulls out and lays beside you.

If this almost hour in this hotel room shows you anything, it is that you and Miles are going to have lots of sex tonight.

#blog submission #miles wood x reader #our little family #👢 anon #THE BANANA SPLIT #THE CONFIDENCE #🧑🏻‍🍳💋 #NEXT PART WHEN CAUSE ITS GONNA BE HOT

[moongirlcleo]

Weisz x OC!Character

summary: Lane, our beloved reader, is an Anihuman. [Half human half animal] They have felt sad about it, and Weisz is there to help pick up the pieces. CW: hurt/comfort ; gn pronouns ; reader is an OC A/N: this little story was requested by my love @laneamation I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for your patience. I hope I did your OC justice.

For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Lane sighed. It's not like they wanted to feel this way, really. The whole ship seemed to be down in the dumps. Lane couldn't help but feel like it was their fault. Rebecca wasn't as chatty and even Shiki was quiet. The weight of the silence was a bit too heavy for Lane to bear. Before they knew it, tears were sliding down their face into their soft fur.

"What's with all these waterworks, pretty?" a voice came from behind. With a sniff, Lane turned around to see Weisz in the doorway. With a blush, they quickly wiped their tears.

"N-nothing.. just feeling a little down, I guess."

Weisz walked and sat in the bed next to Lane and put his hand on their shoulder in comfort.

"Talk to me about it then."

"I... don't know where to start, really.."

Weisz looked into Lane's eyes and offered a small, genuine smile. "Try at the beginning- I hear it helps. What's got you so upset that you're cryin' in here instead of being in the common area?"

Swallowing a sniffle, Lane decided to share what's been on their mind. "Well.. I guess I feel like being an anihuman makes it hard for me to relate to you all, you know? It's ... I don't know Weisz. I know you probably find me silly to cry about something like that, but... I don't mean to be such a burden on everyone."

Lane sighed, but continued. "Shiki tries to joke around with me and it isn't like I understand the jokes until later, and Rebecca does seem to want to talk to me anymore. It's been this way for at least a few weeks, and I just can't t-take it anymore."

With a sob, the tears that had been so valiantly fought let loose. Lane covered their eyes to hide, but a pair of gentle, firm hands pulled them away.

"Hey. Look at me, Lane." Weisz's voice was quiet, filled with affection. He pulled Lane into a tight embrace.

"You're not a burden. Get that out of your pretty little mind right now. Second, what does being half animal and half human have to do with anything? You do know half our crew are androids and cyborgs, right? None of us are what we seem. So please," he whispered, wiping away tears from Lane's face with his thumb before placing a kiss on their forehead. "Please stop thinking that. There's nothing wrong with you. Shiki and Rebecca have some things they're dealing with but it has nothing to do with you."

Lane pulled away from Weisz's embrace and sniffles, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Weisz. Really."

The blond smiled. "Don't thank me, I'm just bein' honest. Now, come with me. I wanna show you a really nice view from the observatory." Weisz held his hand out for them to take.

With a small nod, Lane took Weisz's hand and followed him quietly through the Edens Zero. When they arrived, a loud "Surprise!" could be heard through the halls.

"Wh-what? What's this?" Lane asked. Weisz gave them a large grin.

"It's for you, silly!" Shiki exclaimed. "Weisz said you've been down in the dumps, so we wanted to do a little something to celebrate you!" Rebecca jumped up to give Lane a giant hug, squeezing them tight.

"Come on! Witch made us some cake. I'm really excited to try it, let's go!" The blonde pulled Lane toward the table where plates and dishes filled with lovely food and pastries sat waiting.

In one of the seats, Sister sat with a smug grin on her face. "See, told ya they'd love it! I'm ready to dig in and eat."

"You guys..." Lane started crying, completely overwhelmed with the kindness their friends had showed them. "You didn't have to do this..."

"Sure we did," Hermit said quietly. "We can't have you upset over something you can't control. You're one of us, and that much we do know. Don't ever forget it, kay?"

Weisz put his arm around Lane's shoulders and gave them a squeeze. "See? You're perfectly you, and we all love you."

Lane realized on that day, that just because someone is different, doesn't mean they weren't wholly loved. At that was perfectly fine with them.

- ©2024 moongirlcleo do not repost, copy, translate, or modify

#edens zero headcanon #eden’s zero #edens zero #young weisz #weisz steiner #weisz x reader #oc character #edens zero oc #lane is best #moongirlcleo

[canidkid]

Castlevania Main Three

Agere headcanons :]

(because I am not normal abt these characters and I NEVER WILL BE RAAHHHH!!!!!)

Minor spoilers ahead for all seasons!!

Alucard

Look me in the eye right now and tell me he wouldn't regress. That's right, you can't!!!

After,, well just everything. He'd struggle to find the mental space to feel safe again. With himself, with his companions. Childhood is as good a bet as any.

Quiet kid, prefers to keep to himself or whoever is directly taking care of him. It isn't that he can't or won't talk, he just doesn't see much of a point in it. It also depends on his age in headspace at the given time. He can honestly get pretty chatty if you find some common ground with the older kid!!

It's subtle, but it's there. Someone who doesn't know the guy really wouldn't realize when they've stopped interacting with a grown adult. He'll trip over words or be slower to respond, but if he's forced to pretend to be an adult..he's got people fooled pretty well most of the time.

Sleepy little guy, very cozy! Likes to curl up in front of the fireplace and just lay there listening to it crackle and burn. Especially if there's a soft carpet...

Still keeps & sleeps with one of his childhood stuffed animals. A wolf named Luna.

Not huge on physical contact. Sometimes he'll subject himself to hugs and cuddles if he's getting story time out of it though >:]]

Trevor

I'm actually torn here! He's either a flip or just fully a regressor.

Rowdy. Someone wrap him in wool. Loves loves to play outside and just absolutely decimate anything he's wearing. Nice new pants? Not for long!!

Banned from anything that could be used as a weapon. Wooden swords, ropes, sharp things..none for Trevor! Because he can and will actually weaponize them. Sometimes forgets his own strength..learned the hard way...

Can't read. This one's actually canon! BUT!! This does not stop him from absolutely loving being read to. He's partially memorized some of his favorite books so he can pretend to read along with his CG, or "read" by himself.

Same with writing. He's learning though!!

Prefers things like wooden figurines or games over soft toys and blankets! Though, he does love a nice fur throw! He's still hesitant to really let himself buy into the softness and vulnerability. God knows he needs it, but we also know how stubborn he is.

His regression isn't as emotionally turbulent as Alucard's. They both use it to return to a time in their lives when things were alright. Though, Trevor is more likely to go out of his way and actually play / take time to be small. Rather than feeling so overwhelmed with big feelings™ that he can't do much else than process. Which is often the case for Alucard.

Sypha

Caregiver through & through! Sypha's that well adjusted friend you thought couldn't actually exist irl.

A lot of her fulfillment actually comes from taking care of her boys! She's always been good with kids, speakers being incredibly communally focused. There's not much that can't be learned about child rearing..

Quite lenient. They're content to let the kids figure things out for themselves. Very very much a gentle parent. Anything can be a teaching moment, nothing requires harsh punishment.

Most often found shadowed by their boys! They'd be hitting the books or brushing up on their magic skills, all the while being watched by two very curious little tykes.

PET NAME MASTER!! She absolutely refuses to call her kiddos by their actual names. I mean, of course she does sometimes, but why would you? Darling, sweetness, sweetpea, honeybee...the list goes on! Alucard has even taken a shine to being called pup! Trevor prefers bug!

Bed time stories galore!!! Between their extensive comprehension of spoken and written language - and the mental stores of the speaker community...the material is near endless! "Just one more story?" Has turned into a multiple person sleep pile many a time.

Excellent at coming up with games and activities. Nobody's bored with Sypha! Let's make jam, let's paint, dye some clothing, forage for food...

And I need to cut myself short here before I stay up past my bed time writing this post!!! Aaaa!!!

Anyway anyway my ask box is open so of anybody would like separate character posts, ficlets, dabbles!!!! Fill up the inbox?! >:]]

#sfw agere #agedre #agere #safe agere #age regression #fandom agere #agere headcanons #agere castlevania #castlevania agere #Agere fandom

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❤️💔🐷😖🤓🍝 + vincent (bc i miss him and want to hear of him), reid and a bonus oc of your choice that you would like to answer these for!! :3

oc asks!

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

hanan is daring, gentle and kind. kind of simple positive traits maybe but considering she works as arasaka security and is tasked with keeping test subjects of one of its secret projects under control it's very special traits to have i think

she's not easily scared which is a good thing to have in that line of work, but it also means that she's not scared to sometimes break or bend the rules juuuust a little bit if it means one of the test subjects can be a little bit more comfortable, just a little bit less in pain. she's very strong and can wrestle anything and anyone to the ground but those same hands will tend to wounds SO carefully. and she's been trained to be cold and uncaring and even though she knows that most of the test subjects will end up dead anyway, she is still kind to them and tries to be a friend to them, because the words she says to them before they go back into testing might just be the last words they'll ever hear

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

hanan is erratic, indecisive and resentful. she will often want to do whatever feels right in the moment, leading to her being very unpredictable which can make her difficult to work with and this is especially a problem within her division, where everyone is mostly in it for themselves and her doing her own thing is very much not beneficial for anyone else

at the same time, all of THAT leads to her indecisiveness because it makes her wonder if she needs to take on a different approach. at some point, circumstances lead to her following others' lead a lot more, which gets disrupted when she starts seeing things happening she doesn't agree with and it makes her hesitant to follow the orders she's been given. kind of an intricate clusterfuck where different traits and circumstances are causing her to get worse which is not what you wanna see

the resentfulness mostly manifests itself in her ability to just hold lifelong grudges. it's very difficult to get back on her good side once she feels like you wronged her in a way; but at the same time it's very difficult to get to that point in the first place, so once you've crossed that line you must've fucked up BADLY to get there

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

hanan loves bears! they're strong. they look cute. very huggable. she's very upset about the fact that you shouldn't actually hug a bear she wants to do that so bad

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

hanan is an ambivert! loves to be around other people and prefers it so much over being alone but also gets very easily overwhelmed when it's too many people or the wrong people. not that she would ever let this show because she can't afford to do that in her line of work

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

hanan likes to talk but is more often quiet than anything else because of her position in arasaka. once she's in private she will just keep talking though, doesn't talk very fast so it's less of rambling / infodumping it's more like. idk she kinda has a storyteller vibe to her when it comes to talking? if that makes sense? very pleasant voice to listen to and she can make any dull situation sound like the most fantastic thing to have happened all month

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

she loves any dish with rice, mainly nasi and risotto! also likes potatoes a lot, mashed potatoes and fries specifically, but she will eat them in any way honestly. generally doesn't eat a lot of meat but she won't say no to a good hamburger

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

reid is charming, determined and surprisingly thoughtful, once you get on his good side and he's taken a liking to you! he's a very good talker so he's very good at making people feel at ease in a conversation. hardworking and doesn't back down easily so if he has a job to do, he'll make sure that he finishes it (which is part of why he ended up kind of losing himself at maxtac a bit, too lost in the "wanting to be good" sauce). and once he's in his "no longer evil i wanna be loved now" era he really just wants what's best for his friends and he'll make an effort to make that reality. he's very insightful and can easily act on people's needs without words and he often uses this to surprise people with things (mostly in secret; he will simply do a task that someone's been putting off or he buys someone a gift and leaves it on their desk, he doesn't need credit for any of it)

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

reid is arrogant, impatient, jealous and manipulative as FUCK. mentioning four of them because his arrogance settles down VERY quickly once he's no longer in a powerful position. getting locked up for a year in some safehouse is very humbling LMAO the arrogance leaves his body with the confidence that his position of power gave him basically <3

still very impatient though but he doesn't get snappy because of it, he's just imploding one billion times until the thing is over and then he can be normal again. the jealousy is also still a bit of an issue, he gets jealous VERY quickly and he KNOWS it's a problem so he tries dealing with it as best as he can. can you imagine that jealousy is what caused him to try and hunt cassidy down in the first place. boy if you'd just been a better boyfriend to him then none of that had to happen in the first place

his manipulative side is also no longer active for the most part, right now he just uses it to get more money out of aubrey's rich corpo cunt clients or he uses it while doing gigs but he's not actively manipulating his friends or anything. he used to do that all the time though, especially back at maxtac he really just wanted more power and he was willing to do anything to get it

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

reid's favorite animal is a spider! he LOVES spiders. he's obsessed with them. fascinated even. whenever he finds a spider at home he will just sit there and look at it. he can SO easily identify different kinds of spiders

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

reid is an ambivert though he Thought he was an extrovert for the longest time which is why he never really realized it when certain situations were draining his battery :( it mainly depends on the company and the location + external factors like how busy it is and how much noise there is and how much sleep he got last night, and nowadays he automatically tends to be a little bit more reserved than he used to be because he doesn't want people to get the wrong impression of him by taking over the conversation too much

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

kind of similar to previous answer, he's pretty reserved in conversations nowadays but always knows JUST what to say or ask next to keep it going and to like, not make it awkward basically :) he's usually very comfortable in social situations he just doesn't want to be Too Much and also if the situation itself is Too Much then he automatically retreats a little bit. he's a tired little man nowadays he needs to save up his energy he's getting old

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

reid will basically eat anything when he's going through a depressive/dissociative episode and it will be THE fucking best thing he's eaten all week. could be a tin of sardines. could be a slice of dry bread with some butter. could be plain microwaved rice

when he's NOT in hell however he loves pasta a lot! big fan of curry too, loves chicken roti, loves pilav, loves to make wraps with some chicken and veggies. he's not a very big eater but if you give him fried chicken you'll have to take it away from him at some point because he will just not stop eating until it's gone

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

vincent is affectionate, passionate and reliable! he loves his friends so much and he's always making sure that they know it :) he's very passionate about the things he does and the things he likes and he always brings the best energy with him wherever he goes which makes him very easy to like!

his reliability is funny because he IS very reliable it's just that. he may fuck it up first. a few times sometimes. he will NOT stick to the plan. if there's even a plan to begin with. but you'll have his word that in the end he will get shit done and he will fix any mess that he might've made along the way and that's very important to me. he's doing the best he can and he won't stop until everything is sorted out but he is messy along the way but humans are just messy in general and it's fine. he's doing just fine

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

vincent is disruptive, jealous and a little bit touchy. the disruptiveness ties in with him being messy; it Mostly applies to combat situations where things always end up a lot bigger than necessary because of him but also in regular situations sometimes where he's being very excited but is accidentally too loud / too present etc etc

the jealousy is a direct result of him being the youngest of. five. yes. i keep forgetting how many siblings he has but yes he's got four older siblings and he had to fight for his LIFE to get some sort of attention at home. in his eyes his siblings always had cooler stuff than him (which was definitely true to a degree) and it's made him very possessive of everything he has nowadays and he easily slides back into the "i want that too" mindset from when he was younger

that's also where the touchy attitude comes in play. he gets defensive very quickly and is prone to take things personally a lot even when that's not even close to what people meant :( he ends up being able to deal with it better over time because of the dynamics at home with vitali and mikhail being a lot better than back with his family so that's very nice

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

vincent loves so many animals but his favorite would be a cat :) that's why he's got three cats at home at this point LMAO nibbles (his own cat), sapphire (vitali's cat) and buttons (mikhail's cat) :D

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

vincent is definitely more of an extrovert but for a while after recovering from first johnny being stuck in his head and then from getting rid of soulkiller's influence (the thing that only gave him six months left to live etc etc) every social interaction basically kills him dead on the floor and it takes him a WHILE to fight that off

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

vincent is pretty chatty! he always has things to talk about but he needs to feel comfortable with someone first and once that happens he is never going to shut up ever again basically

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

he LOVES burritos (thank you red). he could eat those for breakfast And lunch And dinner and he'd be lying if he said he's never done that before. big fan of stews as well, loves korean bbq, OBSESSED with shoarma. won't say no to a good pizza either. he will basically eat anything though, and he also eats nearly everything with hot sauce

#asks #mutuals #aartyom #ask:hanan #ask:reid #ask:vincent #oc asks #THANK YOU SO MUCH RENA <333 you are so right by the way i also miss vincent :( world's sweetest little man #first hanan mention on my blog also tee hee >:^) i Will be talking more about her soon. kaida as well. the two newest additions #apologies for the reverse blorbo order also ESHJGFDKG i Have to do it in alphabetical order or my brain is going to kill me with hammers

[deer-in-headlights-stare]

Hello and happy blorbo blursday! Your characters have been sent to the modern world, how do they adapt? (Or if they're already in a somewhat modern/sci fi setting, booted into a standard medieval fantasy world instead.) Feel free to answer for them either as a team or individually!

so so sorry for taking a month to answer this!!

they are kinda in a modern (dystopian) setting but its so different from our world i think it would be a pretty big adjustment for them.

i feel like liz would actually adjust the best to our world out of all of them? it would be signifigantly easier for her in certain ways - as her government doesnt really like her and she's been on the run/in hiding for a while. also, where she lives in the story is very, very small, so i think she'd appreciate how big our modern world is, how many options and places she had to go.

she'd probably find a job maybe working at a library or something along those lines and live quietly with her partner (and the rest of the group if they came along with her)

i could see her being very paranoid and protective, even more so than in her world. she probably wouldnt make many friends + stick to the people she already knows and be very protective of them

i can imagine her travelling a lot as well !!

cricket would probably have a lot of trouble adjusting at first but slowly find her way. she would love going to museums + sciencey stuff that her home wasnt big enough for, especially the super kiddy exhibits. she would spend a lot of time outside, just exploring.

she would adore all the animals in our world and would probably have a dozen pets (it is questionable if they are legally allowed as pets or animals she found and decided to adopt) if liz let her (liz does not)

i don't think moth would be able to do in person schooling, or at least not for very long. moth would do homeschooling / online schooling probably taking a few college classes on bugs or something on the side

moth would LOVE stargazing also<3

i can see asa fitting in the most with non-team people. i don't think he'd get super close to anyone else (not for a while at least) but he'd know a few others by name + be able to strike a up few conversations.

also very protective of the rest of the group but in the way that he would be very clingy when they are together. lots of hugging or piggyback rides or just hanging out in the same space. he is very paranoid that one of them will just . leave and not come back so he would text them a lot / want a lot of messages sent back

i think he'd really get into video games :D

lastly rune would be pretty private out of habit and protection, but once they felt comfortable in a certain place (like a favorite coffee shop or store) they could be pretty chatty - though they would generally only talk about their interests , never about themselves/their friend just out of a sense of protection

if this takes place after the events of the story, she would probably get into a few new hobbies - something she could do with her hands like building models or smthing

still never sleeps, stays up late talking to asa or liz instead. makes breakfast for the rest of the group at like 4 - 5 am, probably goes all out with a fancy meal

i could see them getting a job at like a mechanic shop or something similar, the work would be easy for them, but they would enjoy it.

totally lies about their age. gives a different answer every time depending on what they want, as a result no one has any idea how old they actually are.

#flower answers an ask #serena #thank you for the ask<3 this was super fun #liz #cricket #asa #rune

[outpost-31]

I haven't brought it up at all on the blog but shoutout to cheri cheri lady for being one of my favourite stands in ppr

its complicated i don't feel like fully explaining in-depth right now but it can fully flip certain traits of anything 180° . like disabling gravity. but this also works on people . it can change elements of you to the polar opposite . namely your personality

it makes for some. really interesting situations. like the bodyswap in Vento Aureo? just.. thinking.

Pixies becoming genuinely sweet and caring for people. Not only does he stop pestering kid but is genuinely kind to them . developing a tremor in his hands when they're normally so stable . actually. wearing clothes

Rabanne becoming a shy gentle giant type instead of being a rude, cruel piece of shit . getting along with people and being quiet and humble rather than praising himself constantly .

Araneri not only becoming WAY too sociable and excited to see people but also very touchy. pulling you into a hug so deep you twirl around and he rubs his face against your cheek and whatnot. clingy and chatty and openly affectionate. horrifying .

Apollo. um .

SORRY I REDACT NAMES FROM CONVERSATION SCREENSHOTS BY DEFAULT but there are so many mentions of @rhaaclaws' oc Andros Stellar* so I'm tagging him go check that out. hii rhaast I love andros so much

#rambles #cheri cheri lady tag #apollo tag #pixies tag #rabanne tag #araneri tag #<- just because . i GUESS #anyways i love you cheri cheri lady. and stands that cause chaos like this #its so funny i love talking about it

[monsterfloofs]

Hey Floofs! What kind of job does Leo have in the Concubus lounge?

Leo does a couple of things actually! :'D

(Other than temper the Vivi heheh) He works as part of the serving staff some nights, waiting on tables since that is the place with the most action and interaction with people. But, since dear Leo is also an introvert, I think he also takes a dual roll of being a cook in the back when his social battery is drained. He is probably in the kitchen more then being out on the floor, only popping up to see his lady or to take on shifts that need more hands up front.

If Vivian and Leo two aren't attatched with any cute hooman bean, both do have intimate "outings" with folks that they like. Him and Vivian are an open relationship, kinda. It's more like. . . they enjoy having someone to pamper inbetween them. They are a pretty mushy couple to begin with and have so much excess love they like to unload it off on others who need a little affection. Whoever they osmosis someone into their love nest, that person does have to enjoy both of their company though! That's the biggest stipulation they have with any new relationship, or flings with outsiders or something steady. Honestly they're actually pretty wholesome to be with, and I have lovingly nicknamed them the lovebirds because of this.

It's like getting to have a taste of being in a really snuggley relationship. Healthy communication, curious about needs, feelings ect. Despite Vivian being a bit of a hot head, she actually does try really hard to work through her feelings for the sake of the relationship. And Leo is very patient with her. They are really super duper in love and it's really cute. ;-; ) They are inseperable by themselves, so any person who jumps in with the Lovebirds they see as a lovely bonus to the relationship they already have. And that person has to see if they themselves are a good fit!

Vivian is the socialite super chatty and outgoing, while Leo is a lot quieter and down to earth kinda guy. He's the one who will sit down with you, and have important talks. Giving bear hugs and words of comfort, while Vivian is more of the-- "Gasp! They said that to y o u? Where are they?? What's their name??"

(And oh good god can Leo cook.) Spending the night cuddling, pillow talking and maybe sensual time (only with consent) with the Lovebirds to then have a fabulous breakfast in the morning? Yes please! (〃ꇴ〃)

#floofyrambles #floofyocs

[lukepattersun]

juke hc: Luke knows Julie likes to be called 'boss', he enjoys making her blush and doesn't even try to hide his smug smile, but Julie has had enough and decides to give him a taste of his own medicine, and one time, after a particularly productive jam session with the whole band, she says 'well done today, boss' and he's so shocked that he trips over the wires and almost faceplants :)

THIS

THIS IS THE ONE

YES

I love this so much you have no idea!!

I got so into it that what was supposed to be a continuation to your headcanon became a short fic, basically? so, um... enjoy, I guess?

Of course Alex and Reggie almost piss themselves laughing and once they've recovered, Alex tells her "Thank you Julie, from the bottom of my heart. I haven't laughed so hard in 25 years and I will tease Luke about this for eternity. I owe you one".

Luke is mortified. He busies himself with tuning his guitar, his face maintaining a shade of red that resembles that of a ripe tomato for the entire time it takes his bandmates to recover (it's about three minutes but it feels like hours to him).

He pretends like nothing has happened, ignores Alex's words, grabs his acoustic, mumbles a g'night and poofs out.

Julie and the boys look at each other, feeling a little bit guilty. She sighs and reassures them "I'll go check on him". After all, it was her fault... Kind of.

She finds that she doesn't have to look that far. He's sitting on her porch steps, his back on the railing, hugging his guitar. He doesn’t look up.

"I know what you're going to say. 'You can dish it out but you can't take it?' Well, the answer is yes. What can I say? You got me, Julie. You won. I learned my lesson. Now please let's just pretend this never happened and move on. I got cocky and you-"

"Luke, breathe". She interrupts his spiral.

"For someone who couldn't say a word until a few minutes ago, you're being awfully chatty right now", she chuckles.

"That wasn't a big deal, come on. No need to be embarrassed about it. I'm sure Reggie and Alex have seen worse."

"They have". He sighs dejectedly.

"Then what are you moping about? Listen... I'm sorry. I wouldn't have called you boss if I knew you were going to react like this."

Julie sits on the steps, leaning on the railing facing him.

He meets her eyes and inhales deeply.

"It's not about that. Not exactly. It's just that... I guess I liked teasing you. Seeing you... blush at my words. But I'm an idiot, and not just because I'm on the receiving end of that teasing. And... Only now I'm realizing what this must look like to you. A game."

She's listening intently, breathing quietly so as not to ruin this moment of sincerity. Because Luke always wears his heart on his sleeve, but he's rarely this still, this vulnerable.

"And don't get me wrong, it's fun" he continues, "but it means more than that. To me, I mean. So if you're playing along just for the sake of it, I want to know".

Julie doesn't know what to say. Is he... No, he can't mean that. Unless...

"What does this mean to you?"

The words leave her mouth before she realizes what she's saying. Because they've never addressed what this means. But they know exactly what they're talking about. It's that line between bantering and flirting that has always seemed to be a blurred one for them. It's those looks they give each other on stage. It's the way he walks in her room late at night with his music journal in one hand, a pen in the other and a guitar pick in his mouth, and the way she reminds him of the meaning of boundaries but really, she isn't that bothered by his intrusion. And it's the nose scrunches, the silent conversations they have just by looking in each other's eyes... And it's him calling her boss, her peering over his shoulder to look at his lyrics, warm breath tickling his neck.

And it's not a game for her. She's known that for a while. It would be easier if it was, if there weren't any feelings involved.

Luke holds her gaze for a long moment. How is he supposed to answer? He can't possibly tell her how he feels, why he has been doing this. He can't say it. But maybe he doesn't need to. Luke's not exactly an open book, but Julie has always seen through his bullshit. There's no way she hasn't realized how much she means to him.

"I think you know what it means to me".

And it's the confidence in his voice, the way he's so sure she already knows the answer because she knows him better than everyone else... That's what does it for her.

She can't help it: her lips curve into a smile and she starts leaning forward.

"I think I do."

A glimmer of hope flickers in his eyes. She isn't playing a game, isn't she? She doesn't play with people's feelings. And that leaves only one option.

So...

"Julie! I didn't hear you come back. Band rehearsal went well, I assume?"

Ray leans against the door frame, eyes soft and smiling warmly at his daughter.

She jumps a little, eyes wide and panicked, and looks back at Luke instinctively in search of that reassurance he always offers her. He's already looking at her, and his smile instantly calms her. But there's something else, too. An answer. It's another one of their silent conversations and it barely lasts a second.

She looks back up, and schools her features a bit in an attempt to distract her dad from the flurry of emotions that must have shown on her face moments before.

"Very well. We're working hard. I'll come inside in a minute, okay?"

He nods and closes the door behind him, leaving her alone. She looks back at Luke... But the spot in front of her is now empty. Julie looks around, scanning the dimly lit driveway, but he's not there. She stands up and starts walking up the steps, and as she's reaching the doorknob, she hears a familiar voice behind her.

"Wait."

She turns and sees the brown haired boy, now without his guitar, his shield, one hand now behind his neck, a nervous habit of his she's learned to recognize.

"I haven't said goodnight" Luke smiles awkwardly, the confidence from moments before replaced by a sheepish look.

"Goodnight, boss."

This time he doesn't freeze and his shy smile turns into a full grin, brows furrowed in feigned outrage "Hey! That's my line!"

Julie just shrugs unapologetically and matches his grin.

You know, maybe they're good at this.

Has something shifted between them tonight? How can a few minutes on that porch change everything? It seems impossible, right?

Then again, what's impossible for everyone else might not be for them. Rules don't apply.

#oh gosh I have no idea what this is #it's all over the place and there's a change in tone because I didn't expect it to go this way #I wanted to keep it funny but I couldn't #sorry about this lol #this hasn't been proofread nor beta'd so enjoy this MESS for what it is #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #julie molina #lukepattersun rambles #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #my fic #(I guess?) #asks #lukepattersun ask

[ladylooch]

Timo with a baby! My ovaries 💥💥

Thinking about dad! Timo 🥰 how was it when Lee called him "daddy" for the first time? And another thing, are Hischier-Meier children educated in Swiss-German or English?

God I’m so thirsty for Timo dad content RN. Bless you. 

The Meier-Hischier kids are multilingual. They grow up speaking both Swiss-German and English at home then take French in school. Lucie and Lio go to school in the U.S. for a good portion of their upbringing, but all the kids do finish the equivalent of high school in Switzerland. 

Timo yawns as Lio climbs on top of his thighs. He is currently laying on the floor with his son, trying to entertain him so Emma can sleep a little bit longer. They got back to Switzerland yesterday afternoon and both parents are exhausted. Lio has handled the time change like a champ, barely even fussing about going back to sleep so soon last night. Timo checks his watch, seeing it is about to hit midnight in New Jersey.

Lio starts to make noises with his tongue, patting along Timo’s body as his wobbly legs do cautious shuffles. He is getting brave with standing and moving, but has not had his first steps yet. Timo contemplates. If Lio starts walking, should he pick him up to save that moment for Emma? Honestly, he wouldn’t mind having one of Lio’s firsts all to himself. He’s missed a lot of them so far.

“Hi baby.” He smiles as Lio puts his mouth on his cheek. His son giggles at the facial stubble that tickles his tongue. “Mmm thank you. I love wet kisses.” Timo hooks an arm around him and brings Lio to lay in front of him on the floor. “Daddy loves you.” He smiles, tickling at his little pot belly. He’s naked besides a diaper because it’s just dudes being dudes this morning. Timo matches with only a pair of shorts and thinks it’s fun they're twinning.

“Da….da…..da…da….” Lio mumbles, reaching up to pat his pudgy fingers on Timo’s nose. 

“Oooo! We are feeling chatty, huh? Can you say Dada?” 

“Dada.” Lio repeats. Timo shoots up in surprise. He glances to the stairs then back at his son.

“Yeah, I’m dada.” 

“Dada.” Lio giggles, liking the big smile on Timo’s face. Timo leans down, smooching at his cheeks and hugging him to his chest. He rolls onto his back so Lio is resting on his chest, looking down at him. “Dada.” He says again. 

“Yeah buddy. I’m your dad.” Lio holds Timo's thumbs in his fists, drooling down on his face as Timo laughs.

He can’t wait for Emma to wake up and hear their son’s first word. 

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Timo Meier blurb

[kakubun]

toji and megumi duo hcs!!!??!?!

a/n: if toji wasn't broke then gojo's breakup wouldn't have happened😍😍

manga spoilers!!

okay on a more serious note, they would be the most powerful duo but this is wayyy before they're the deemed to be an epic duo

toji would be the "okay now do it" without even teaching megumi how to do it and sometimes megumi struggles on what to do because of his old man

lowkey he's such a mean dad when megumi's all grown, that's why megumi's all bruised up when toji's on his missions and work, dragging megumi along to 'teach' him

"we're home-" once mamaguro hears those words, she immediately rushes towards her son whose all beat up and exhausted

(pls she would be the most kindest and caring mom ever :(( )

mamaguro would dote on her son, patching up any wounds and putting plasters while hearing them argue on how this isn't even teaching him how to fight if he keeps coming back all hurt

"teach your poor son how to fight properly, you irresponsible idiot-" she nags toji, pinching harshly at his cheek while he rolls his eyes and shakes off mamaguro's hand away from him.

bad idea that he tried to taste mamaguro's food that was cooking in the pot because he just got smacked by a laddle.

the ass he is, he tried to teach his son how to fight against curses

keyword: tried

being a dad with no cursed energy and a son who has potential with his cursed energy is completely half baked when not putting it to the test properly

when megumi summons his divine dogs, best believe toji would jump back a little

megumi smirked, knowing that progressing without his father would work since he believes that he works better without an irritating someone bothering about it for days

mamaguro would be extremely proud of her son and smother him in hugs which he hugged back with one arm loosely hugging her back while the other catches the spoon she flipped when she ran to him

these small progresses in their days would always have toji saying "oh i taught him that" which was a big fat lie and megumi had no way of calling him out when his mom then smothered her husband with kisses

(either megumi looks disgusted with how his dad smooches his mom back or he completely ignores them and pats his dogs)

now there is a time where toji would meet gojo annnd geto

so basically before toji trains megumi and all (boy is in school let him learn),

he was assigned to take down this second grade curse and setting out on the mission inmediately with his ugly worm

but the problem is this curse needed to be exorcised by gojo and geto because it was causing a ruckus in a village and ordered by the higher ups so they crossed paths coincidentally

"okay listen old man, we need to t-" "-it's mine boys, i need my money" gojo was a little close to cursing the man out because he just wanted to go back and chillax but geto held him back and whispered to gojo to focus on toji's cursed energy.

which is? none.

they were thinking on how a man with zero cursed energy will take a big fat curse, even with his bulky build and strong looking biceps, they doubt he could even take the curse out with his own two bare hands.

toji's lips stretch into a grin, noticing how they gone all quiet and asked them to sit back and relax as he starts coughing out the worm out his mouth and sling his katana over his shoulder when he casually walked to the curse.

gojo and geto quickly seperated from each other and ran towards the curse (well gojo was focused on toji rather than the curse as payback for ruining his evening) but toji was fast enough to slash the curse and it melts to the ground in heaps of goop.

toji leaped away from them, waving to them like the menace he is.

and well, this incident was one of the situations that set off into them meeting again and again, even geto was annoyed with this repetitive ordeal.

so when gojo saw megumi's dad when he randomly showed up to the school, he immediately shut his mouth and megumi questioned on why gojo suddenly wasn't chatty anymore

"that's my uh dad" -yOUR wHaT??!" geto could've joined him screaming if he was there but he was busy with shoko, investigating the curses that he managed to catch

i feel every interaction with gojo and toji in this au, it's them constantly insulting each other and shooting daggers which would make megumi pat his dad's back to go tf home

so knowing that gojo was megumi's teacher, toji would one day drag megumi away so he could see what that freak has taught his son, (or if he even teaches him-) probably way more better than him

the thought made him shrug but he was expecting a grand show from megumi which megumi gladly delivered

toji being impressed was an understatement, he didn't show it but with how much stronger megumi was, it made him kinda proud of his son

so when megumi would dissappear anonymously from the school sometimes, of course itadori and nobara would ask gojo why is that and gojo would always mumble out his response and not give a clear answer

thank god geto's there and he tells them that his dad drags him on missions and it's also concerning if that was even allowed for the school but if it was that way, he doubts megumi should be in the school in the first place with how much he dissappears

so since it was an off day, the duo investigated and looked out for megumi with the help of shoko since she was the last person he saw to ask for a plaster before he left with his dad

what shocks the both of them is to see megumi and toji in general just teaming up

"oiii~ over here kiddo!" megumi clasped his hands into one of his shikigami's signs and let his shikigami attack the curses breeding out in the forest while toji cut his way through the abundance of curses just loitering everywhere.

megumi hopped onto the last bigger curse that his dad was on and kicked through it while toji shreds through it's spine with his blade and swiftly ended it's life.

toji raised his hand in the air and megumi nonchalantly high fived back and his dad laughed, telling how good his son is with how much he improved and it might've shocked megumi a little to hear that his father notices that.

nobara and itadori shrieked in unison but with different questions, nobara was just a little suprised to see that the hunk of man megumi calls a dad had (-finish the sentence) while itadori shouts out that he was actually working with someone.

megumi grumbled to see both of them and was he embarassed? maybe. toji poked his side and asked megumi to bring them along so they could chat a little at their home.

i just know nobara and megumi would LOVE mamaguro so much, they would tease him when his mom starts kissing megumi's face all over when they reached home

best cook mamaguro? best cook mamaguro!

the two idiots could sob at how good the food is and they would compliment itso many times, mamaguro would fluster around and waved her hands to tell them to stop praising her and just countinue eating

toji would defitenely make his wife's face go even redder with whatever the hell his smooth ass would say

he side glanced at his son to see that he softened a little around his friends and a genuine smile drew on his lips as he countinued on his conversation, happy to see his son being comfortable around other people besides his family

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jjk megumi #jjk fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi fluff #toji headcanons #toji x you #toji x reader