#IMMA ALWAYS PROTECT YOU BABE I LOVE YOU!!

[blues824]

Begging can you do a jessica rabbit reader for the rest of twst boys 🙏 🥺plsss

This is gonna be a while… Gender neutral reader, red dress is now red outfit. 

Riddle Rosehearts

He thought you were absolutely beautiful, and this man always got so flustered when you brought out your sparkling red outfit. You only ever wore it for a fancy occasion, like his birthday or a date night. He secretly loved seeing you in that outfit because you only wore it for him.

Whenever you call him ‘darling’, he absolutely melts. He has never had any affection shown to him as a child, so you even calling him a sweet nickname like that has him wrapped around your finger. Riddle would prefer it if you kept ‘honey bunny’ behind closed doors, because he goes red out of embarrassment at how much he likes it.

The way you were able to slip in suggestive and flirtatious words into your sentences was baffling to him because it always left him speechless. You thrived for the blush that was always present on his face. Don’t even get me started about how he almost passes out whenever you sing to him…

Trey Clover

He spoils you by baking things for you. Whenever you catch a hankering for something sweet, he will stop baking whatever he’s working on and start on your craving. If you offer to help him, then he will do that thing where he will go behind you, pressing your back to his chest, as his hands go on top of yours to assist you in mixing whatever it was.

Whenever you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he will call you ‘sweetie’ or ‘Mr/Mrs/Mx. Clover’. Very rarely do either of you call each other by your actual names, not even when you are upset with each other (which is a very rare occurrence). It’s only when you or him get hurt that you call each other ‘Y/N’ or ‘Trey’.

I feel like he’s pretty good at flirting, but nowhere as good as you were. He says things that can be taken multiple different ways, and so it leaves your imagination wandering. Indirect flirting, if you will. And that shit works too; the places that your mind has traveled because of his words are places you never thought you would be going to. You’re not complaining, though.

Ace Trappola

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he is a simp. He acts like he doesn’t think about you at every waking moment. He craves your love and attention, so he does stupid things to make you laugh. Speaking of your laugh, he loves it. It’s the most beautiful sound to him.

He likes calling you ‘babe’ because he’s basic and the last relationship he had was in middle school. You, however, call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, and it makes him have that big, dopey, lovesick grin all day. It’s his dopamine fix for the day.

This man tries to flirt with you but fails horribly. He does cheesy pick-up lines while you actually flirt and act seductive to try and fluster him. His face always ends up more red than the heart on his face, and you smile with victory every time.

Deuce Spade

He has most definitely told his mom about you. He is just so wholesome. Also, he is a simp, and if he had a t-shirt saying that then he would wear it with pride. You are up there in importance alongside his mother. He already thinks of you as his spouse.

Deuce doesn’t really call you by terms of endearment, but he doesn’t mind you doing so. He actually likes it a lot, especially the ‘honey bunny’ name because it just seems silly and adorable and it’s perfect for him (I think we can all agree).

Imma just say it: this man can’t flirt when he tries to. However, it’s when he’s not trying. Like when he places his arm on your seat when you sit with him in the Lounge, or when he gets you a bouquet of flowers because he thought you would like them. However, his mama taught him right in that this is the bare minimum.

Leona Kingscholar

This man worships the ground you work on. You were a beauty, and you were his. This means that he’s also very protective over you. He will escort you to your classes to make sure that you get there safely and without any issues. As you walk, he will have an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

Whenever you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he will act like he absolutely hates it, but please don’t stop. It gives him reassurance that you don’t mind his slightly protective tendencies and that you view him as #1 rather than just casting him aside as his kingdom did to him since he was the second born.

Oh, you both flirt more than you hold a normal conversation. 99.99% of the things that come out of either of your mouths are suggestive and flirtatious, and everyone wishes that you both would get a room. Don’t worry, they’re just jealous that Leona scored someone as great as you as his significant other.

Jack Howl

Whenever he sees anyone eyeing you up and down with romantic interest, he’s the type to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you away, and you had to admit that you liked seeing the hot scowl on his face. As you were set down, you reached up and gently grabbed his face in your hands to reassure that you would never leave him.

When you call him either ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he is hit with mental images of a possible future with you. Since he came from a big family, I feel like he would want one (adoption or biological is a-okay with him). In his eyes, you were his mate for life. That meant you were already his spouse before making it official.

He gets so flustered whenever you start flirting with him because he just doesn’t know what to say in response. He just freezes up, but his tail is wagging so you can tell that he is absolutely eating that shit up. Also, please place yourself in his lap and lightly trace his muscles while praising him for how strong he is. It gets him riled up… if you know what I mean.

Azul Ashengrotto

He always dresses up, so if you decide to dress up as well then he will absolutely die. Especially in your signature red outfit; never fails to make his nose bleed at least a little bit. Do your sashay, pull him in by the tie, and greet him that way and he is just red.

Azul doesn’t mind being called ‘darling’ out in the open because it’s a very formal and sophisticated, dare I say elegant, term of endearment. ‘Honey bunny’ doesn’t fit in that category though, so please refrain from calling him that in public lest you make him feel like a flopping fish out of water.

If you start flirting with him, then he is done for. It’s the final punch to the face. He is passing out right then and there until someone (you) splashes cold water in his face. Then, once he sees that you were his saving grace, he’s passing out again because he thought he died, went to Heaven, and saw an angel. Good luck.

Jade Leech 

If you ever decide to visit him in the Lounge, he will always make time to come and give you a kiss on the lips at your table before carrying on with his job. He might take his 15 minute break so that he can have time to actually come and talk to you.

He absolutely loves it when you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’ because it just has a very nice ring to it. In return, he loves to call you ‘my dear’ or ‘lovely’. When you both use your terms of endearment for one another, everyone wishes you would go and get a room

The moment you decide to flirt with him, he has a smirk on his face the entire time. He’s not gonna hold back either, so be prepared for lewd things to come out of his mouth (as long as you are comfortable with it, of course).

Jamil Viper

You make him flustered all the time. He always tells you that you are the reason why his heart beats; the reason why he continues on with the grueling work that he carries on his shoulders. Every single time he scores a point in his game, it’s always for you.

If you ever call him ‘darling’, then he responds by calling you ‘my shining star’ because of how he tells you that he wished on the stars for you to accept him as your lover. If you call him ‘honey bunny’, he definitely gets flustered and freezes up.

When you decide that you want to make him flustered, call yourself a little mouse who is at the mercy of a viper. Play his unique magic by saying that he has hypnotized you and now you feel as though you could never love anyone besides him. His face goes so red, it’s almost like you’re trying to kill him.

Vil Schoenheit

As one actor to another, he wishes that he could spend more time with you but his schedule keeps him busy. So, he just chooses to star as your main love interest so that the chemistry between the two of you in real life can be portrayed through the screen.

He loves when you call him ‘darling’ because it just sounds beautiful the way it comes out of your mouth. ‘Honey bunny’ is reserved as more of a code name between the two of you so that the public doesn’t know that the two of you are together.

When you both flirt with each other, it just sounds so smooth and sexy. The two of you go back and forth as though it were casual conversation that you were indulging in, while everyone who hears it gets flustered. 

Epel Felmier

Everyday, he wonders how he managed to get with such a beautiful and wonderful person such as yourself. He always felt emasculated by the guys around him, so you being with him is reassurance that you saw him as a man.

Along with referring to him as ‘my man’, you like to call him ‘darling’ and ‘honey bunny’ which is something he loves. You would think that he hated it, but no. He actually enjoys it and will call you ‘love-cup’ just like Roger does with Jessica.

If you decide to be seductive and flirtatious towards him, he freezes up and doesn’t know how to respond. His face is red and there might be some blood trickling down his nose. He doesn’t flirt back because he can’t even speak since he’s too flustered.

Idia Shroud

You are wearing the pants in the relationship, and I hope you are okay with it. You take the initiative 99.99% of the time. Idia always wonders how someone like you is totally okay with being seen with a shut-in otaku like him.

He melts whenever you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’ because it reminds him of a married couple (which is definitely something he is striving towards once you both graduate). You loved seeing his cute reaction, so you call him those names more than his actual name.

Don’t expect him to flirt back when you act super seductive. He can barely talk to you without stuttering, so flirting is definitely out of the question. However, if you were to place yourself in his lap, he won’t refrain from using his sharp teeth to make little bite marks along your neck and shoulder.

Silver

Honestly, you both kind of live in a blissful fairytale life. You act like a married couple, what with how you both make sure that the other is safe or not injured, you kiss each other as one has to leave for class, and he has even taken you on a horse ride with you sitting in front of him as he wrapped his arms around you while holding the reins.

When you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he knows that you are safe and out of harm’s way because you never called him by his actual name. He likes to call you ‘darling’ as well as ‘my love’, maybe throw in ‘my sleeping beauty’ to mix things up.

I feel like he’d be a bit flustered whenever you flirted with him, but he’s kind of indifferent towards it. I mean, half the time he’s asleep, so yeah. Kiss him like the prince does the princess in the story to wake him up and that’s how you get him. He’s already on his knee with a ring.

Sebek Zigvolt

This is actually very interesting because I feel like he’d go soft for you. Mans follows you like a guard dog, so you get scary guard dog privileges. He is your knight just as you are his fair significant other. He stays near you just to make sure that you aren’t hurt or injured.

He would prefer to be called his actual name out in public, but he might allow ‘darling’ because it shows others that you are his and his only. ‘Honey bunny’ is to greet him after a long day to let him know that he is home and in your arms.

Sebek definitely gets flustered whenever you flirt with him, but he will retaliate through little poetic notes that make your heart swoon. They lead you on a little treasure hunt to try and collect them all, and you have a lot of fun.

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[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dude SFW and NSFW Headcanons

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I love Postal Dude. He reminds me a lot of Sniper, so that might not help. These can apply to basically any version of Dude you want, but I tend to use PD2 as the default Dude. Those some things would probably be different for PD1.

So yeah, I got stuff that I need to finish working on. I'm halfway done with this one TF2 ask I got. So Imma try to finish that up ASAP.

And warning for sexual stuff and mentions of violence, but considering that this is Postal, the violence part shouldn't be too much of a bother

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SFW

-Oh boy oh boy, where do I even begin with my baby boy Dude. Postal was something I always had a slight intrest in but now it hit me full force so here we are. Plus he's got some similarities to Sniper as well so it doesn't help either. I can't control myself anymore. I need this man pregnant and i need it NOW!

-But anyways, Imma start throwing some stuff out there. This poor babe has been through it. He's been through Hell and back, literally.  He's gotten better over the years, but there are times where things feel like they're getting worse again. He's gotten better with dealing with it. Though, he's not the best when comforting his partner if they're struggling mentally. He tries his best, but he's just so unsure of what to do. He's good at sitting with you, having an arm wrapped around you as you hold onto him, venting your problems out. It's easy for him to be a listening ear. Any advice from him is probably not good advice. If there's something you want, he'll get it for you. A blanket? Done. Some ice cream? Okay, what flavor. It's the little things

-If you wanna be with this mess of a man, you gotta be semi comfortable with the violence. He's gonna be coming home almost every night covered in blood, acting like he didn't just kill someone over a doughnut. And you gotta be comfortable with his massive collection of weapons. He'll teach you how to use them so you can protect yourself if he isn't around.

-Which leads me to the fact that he WILL kill for you. Whether it'd be to protect you, to prove that he loves you, or even out of jealousy. He can be convinced to not kill someone but it does take some persuasion. He just wants to keep you safe, and he trusts no one but you, especially since the people of Paradise are rather "interesting". Though, he might just wait for you to be out of sight to kill the person you wanted spared... Oops...

-His love language is acts of services and physical touch. Homie won't be able to keep his hands off you. Sexual or not, he NEEDS to feel you. It makes him feel sane to know you're there and real. And if you need help with something, he's there to help you with it. He'd love it if you'd go on errands with him. It'd make things less boring AND it means more time to spend with you

-Also, to be with this man means Champ needs to approve of you first. Champ is his baby, so if Champ doesn't like you then clearly you aren't worth his time. But if Champ approves of you and you love and spoil him, then you might just be marriage material

-He's such a goofball. He'll be constantly teasing you. Not a day goes by where he isn't lovingly tormenting you over something dumb. He does it cause he loves you. He means no harm with it and will let off it if asked. Don't let him know about any sensitive or ticklish spots of yours cause he WILL be using those spots against you

-Very big on being able to laze around with you and doing nothing. Laying together on the bed or couch, alcohol and snacks readily available, and music playing in the background. He's a bully in a sense where he would want his music playing, claiming to have good taste in music. So hopefully, you like the same music as him. So stuff like Tool, Nine Inch Nails, KMFDM, etc. (Though in my own little world, I could see him crying over Mitski, plz don't judge)

-If you're a crafty person and you make something for him, he could cry from how happy it makes him. He loves seeing you work your stuff. Doesn't matter what it is (drawing, painting, sewing, crocheting,  etc.) he likes watching. It's calming to him. He'd def cry if you made anything Champ related. If you draw or paint, youre art is getting hung up on the walls. If you sew, knit, or crochet and you make him or Champ something to wear, then they'll be wearing what you made them proudly. Though he won't wear said stuff outside cause he doesn't wanna dirty them. He'd feel bad for ruing all your hard work

-Have I mentioned how spoiled he is yet? Cause he is. He's a very needy baby. Constantly wanting your time, attention, and affection. Almost never giving you a second of privacy cause he needs to be in your personal bubble. Oh, you locked the bathroom door so you could enjoy a bath in peace for once? Too bad, cause Dude's already picked the lock and hanging out with you. And if you don't stop him, he'll join you in the tub, with or without clothes on. He's essentially a cat that will scratch at the door til you let him in. If you're at work or he's running errands, he'll be texting you nonstop. Keeping you updated on the chaos he's causing and spamming you with Champ pics.

-He also has an abundance of photos of you. Some of just you doing whatever (yes even sleeping), you and Champ, you and Dude, and even all three of you together. You may not even know all of the photos he has of you. And yes, he will show you off, proud he has such a baddie and no one else does. But you also need to know that he isn't scared to take some of the worst photos of you. We're talk 0.5x forehead photos that make it look like you got a big ass forehead. He doesn't care. He loves everything about you and nothing will change that.

-Love seeing you wear his clothes. He thinks it's so cute how big his shirts look on you, the smaller you are, the better. He's very encouraging of you wearing his clothes. Sometimes, it gets him a little too excited, especially when you don't wear any pants, may God help you when that happens...

NSFW

-Loves biting you, once he starts he can't stop. He will have you marked up from head to toe by the time he's done with you. He would like it if you did the same to him. He'll ecourage you to leave some extra marks on him and especially his more sensitive areas. Same rules apply for scratching as well. He loves seeing the all the bites, bruises, and scratches you leave on him. And he feels such pride when he sees them on you

-He's the perfect person to have a hand kink for. He's got them long, spidery fingers that can leave goosebumps along your skin. He'd gladly shove his fingers down your throat if you want. His hands do tend to be littered with cuts and burns but don't think that will stop anything. The extra pain adds to the experience for him

-Yeha, he's kind of a masochist. There's just something about the way you inflict pain on him that gets him going. You could come up behind him and bite him and that's all you need to do for him to get the message. He will let you WRECK him however you want

-Does like degraded by only a little bit. He wants to be called a slut and to be told how vile he is for wanting to be used like a toy. But sometimes he has limits. He does need praises though. He could go on for hours praising you, and he would like to be able to be praised as well. He'd rather be praised than degraded. Especially during aftercare. Tell him how much of a good boy he is and how well he did. He'll love you forever if you do

-Is it wrong to say that I can see him having a Mommy kink? This might be from hearing the one line of his but there's just something about him that screams "let me call you Mommy plz". halp

-I've been making him sound like such a total sub but he can be dominant if you want. He tends to be more on the rough side when he doms though so do be prepared for it. He'd love to have you tied up and blindfolded, helpless as to what he's gonna do next. Loves making you beg

-peghimpeghimpeghimpeghimpeghim, do it. Nothing's stopping you. You'll get some of the best noises out of him if you peg him. He's is such a dirty little slut. Peg him and make him beg!

#postal #postal dude #postal dude x reader

[kqulitz]

HEYHEYHEYYY

Idk if you do asks,but i like your writing style!

Sooo imma shoot my shot!

Could you maybe write a bill x reader(fem)

Where they are going to the hotel him and the guys stay but while they walk(only bill and reader) guys keep catcalling reader and at some point one grabs her (chose were) and he looses his shit and bill starts punching tge guy and then reader calms him down and then they get inside and cuddle?...

(Idk if its something too detalied so if it is just change it as long as it is with bill lol 😂)

protection

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: your boyfriend protects you after you get hassled in public.

tags: established relationship, protective! bill, catcalling, verbal harassment, reader’s ass does get grabbed, physical fights, piggyback rides, bill being a bit moody after but he gets over it :), the teeniest tiniest smidge of angst but with comfort, fluff!!

a/n: my asks aren’t open rn but i love this too much so i might as well open them lol and aaah i actually love this request (and ur ask is fine dw!!)

tw: (sexual?) assault (reader’s ass gets grabbed), mild violence

lowercase intended :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

your giggles echo down the empty street, making your boyfriend grin wider. he loves making you laugh. you’re hand in hand with bill after deciding to go out for a walk to soothe the nerves of being on tour. bill’s hand is warm in yours, your palm sweats slightly but you don’t mind. “why are we walking anyway?” you ask, looking at him. “what? you want a piggyback ride instead?” he teases with a grin. “if you’re offering.” you joke, moving your hand so you could link arms with him. bill holds your arm even closer. “i just thought it would be nice to have a walk before we have to hit the road again.” he tells you.

a group of people catch your eye, yet you don’t give them too much attention. “maybe we can stop in a store and get some snacks for the others.” you suggest, squeezing bill’s arm a little tighter. walking late at night was always nerve-racking, yet you felt safe, you had bill after all. “good idea babe.” bill smiles at you, you reciprocate it. “hey, mädchen!” (hey, girl) a man shouts from across the street. you both glance in the direction of the group, you already feel a bit uncomfortable. “ignore them.” you mutter to bill, who nods. “dump that freak and come hang out with us!” another yells. you can hear their footsteps. bill squeezes your arm protectively, trying to get you to walk a bit faster.

“c’mon, girlie, don’t be like that.” one of the men goes to grab your arm, yet bill hits it away. “leave her alone.” your boyfriend moves you to the other side of the path, shielding you from the guy. “what, you her boyfriend?” he snarks. “i am, actually. now fuck off.” normally hearing this would make sleazy men turn away, yet these guys are persistent. “c’mon bill, let’s just go.” you mumble, feeling a little sick at the interactions. bill’s eyes soften as he looks at you, leading you away from the other guys. a hand grabs a handful of your ass, scrunching your skirt, making you gasp and immediately turn to smack the stranger’s hand away. you feel absolutely humiliated and gross, and as you go to grab bill’s hand to run to the nearest shop he spins around, punching the guy.

“bill-!” you yelp, grabbing his arm. you can’t count how many punches bill had got on the guy, but the stranger stumbles back at the force of them, almost falling as he cradles his jaw where the first attack had landed. “c’mon man, she’s not worth it.” his friend glares at bill, who glares back; ready to swing again if he has to. the three men leave, and you sigh. “you didn’t have to do that.” you grumble, walking ahead. bill furrows his brows. “what? he grabbed you! what did you want me to do? let you get grabbed?!” bill argues, following you into a store. you hush him softly as to not disturb any people inside the shop. bill broods quietly, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tries to calm himself.

you silently grab whatever snacks and drinks you see before approaching the counter, ignoring how bill shuffles behind you. “bist du in ordnung?” (are you okay?) the woman behind the counter asks, scanning your stuff for you. “ja, danke, es war eine seltsame nacht.” (yes thank you, it’s just been a weird night.) you reply with a small smile. she rings you up, bidding you and bill farewell as you both leave the store. “i’ll carry it for you.” he mumbles, grasping the bag gently. “i think you’ve done enough for tonight.” you sigh, yet the bag slips from your hand into his. bill frowns, yet doesn’t say anything else. you walk back to the hotel with him, yet bill eventually stops you around a block away. “what?” you ask, voice quite soft considering you were upset. “c’mere.” he turns, gesturing for you to get on his back. you can’t help the smile on your lips as you hop onto your boyfriend’s back, legs wrapping around his hips as his slender hands support your thighs.

bill carries you the rest of the way, thumbs gently stroking your outer thighs. you hug his shoulders, resting your head against his as you let your eyes close. it had been a long day and you couldn’t wait to get into your hotel room and relax. stepping into the lobby, bill finally lets you down off his back, turning and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “c’mon.” you fish the room key out of your pocket, leading bill to your hotel room. opening the door, you step inside, sighing softly. tom’s head rises from his pillow to look at the two of you. “you look like shit, bill.” he teases. “shut up.” your boyfriend sighs, flopping onto one of the beds. “shoes.” you tap bill’s leg in passing, making him sigh and sit up to undo his sneakers. “you brought snacks?” tom asks, sitting up in his bed. “yeah. where’s gustav and georg? i brought them stuff too?” you ask the other twin, who gestures to the door. “they got tired and went back to their room.” he replies as he helps you unpack some snacks.

“bill, can you be a babe and go give these to the boys for me?” you ask softly, fluttering your lashes a little. bill mulls it over for a second. “fine.” he stands, accepting the bag from you. “thanks babe.” you reply, turning away before he can kiss you. bill frowns a little, catching his brother’s eye over your shoulder as you sit beside tom, taking off your shoes as you get comfortable on the bed. tom shrugs, and so bill leaves. “did something happen?” tom nudges you gently. “no… kinda..?” you sigh, opening a drink. “what did he do?” he asks. “nothing… i just… i’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?” you mutter, glancing up at the door as bill comes back in. he’s silent as he gets into the bed the two of you were meant to share. “you’re not gonna be with him tonight?” tom whispers, you shrug. “i dunno…” you respond, voice equally hushed. bill furrows his brows, a pout on his lips. you hated seeing him upset.

the other twin glances between the two of you, realising how thick the tension was. “i’m gonna go shower..!” tom announces as he stands, stretching his arms overhead. “alright.” you reply, grabbing yours and bill’s share of the snacks as you move over to the other bed. bill barely glances at you as tom goes into the bathroom, giving you both privacy. you curl your arms around bill, resting your head on his shoulder. “you didn’t have to do that tonight.” you tell him, kissing his jaw gently. “i know… just- him grabbing you really pissed me off, i had to.” bill engulfs you in a big hug, burying his face into your hair. “well we’re back now, it’s over, okay?” you respond, letting him kiss your forehead gently. “are you mad at me?” bill asks anxiously.

“no… i was just upset at the fact you could of gotten hurt because of me…” you admit, curling closer. bill scoffs. “that’s the least of my worries. i’d rather go to jail than let a guy grab you like that.” you hit his chest gently. “you’re not going to jail..!” you scold half-heartedly. bill exhales slowly through his nose, it gently fans against your face. “yeah, sorry… i shouldn’t of freaked out.” bill sighs. “i’m mainly worried that someone caught you hitting that guy on camera- it could ruin you.” you frown, cuddling closer. “the street was absolutely dead, baby. no one saw us other than those guys.” bill points out. “fine… just don’t go punching guys in public on my behalf.” you reply, half joking. “i can make no promises, baby.” he smiles, stealing a kiss.

tom comes back from his shower, hair damp and fresh clothes on. he smiles at the sight of the two of you curled up together. “made up?” he jests, getting into his own bed. “mhm.” bill hums lowly, too busy relishing your cuddles to respond properly. “we’re fine, tom. don’t worry.” you smile, hand idly rubbing your boyfriend’s back. “good, i don’t wanna be on a tour when you two are upset at each other- it ruins the vibes on stage.” you roll your eyes. “that was one time, tom.” you reply, making the other twin laugh. “just don’t make it two.” tom teases, catching the pillow his brother throws at him. “whatever, tom.” bill sighs, kissing you gently. “and don’t fuck when i’m right here!” tom quips, this time you throw a pillow at him. tom laughs, surrendering as you both settle down again. “i’m keeping these, y’know?” tom states after a while. “okay, tom. goodnight.” bill rolls his eyes. “don’t tell me you two are going to bed early?” tom replies, leaning over a little. “no, we’re not. i think he’s just hoping you do.” you grin.

“you wound me..!” tom jokes, propping himself up on his elbow. “are you saying you don’t value my company?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips. “of course we do. every couple needs a third wheel.” you joke back, turning to look at tom. “hey..!” he gasps. bill can only laugh.

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #// 🦇 kqulitz’s writing

[oliviassblog]

HEADCANONS FOR DATING YOU.

thanksgiving movie — evan headcanons

HUGS. FROM. BEHIND. istg im on my knees for this he will randomly come up to you and just hug you from behind you happy to see you.

why do I feel like he’s the type of guy to make posters for you? Like to ask you to prom or homecoming even tho you guys are together we will still make posters.

this man will defended you anyday and everyday someone messing you they already gonna get fucked up.

he would probably take you places when you’re having a bad day or something.

i feel like he will always hold your hand or have his arm around your neck.

this is so funny but he’s like that type of guy to say “imma make this shot for you babe” and then just not make it lmao

GOOD. AT. MAKING. OUT

he is def the type of guy to get you a bouquet of flowers

He would probably make you come to all of his games like “if you don’t get ur ass here”

he would def check up on you whenever your feeling down

he would always drive u to school everyday even if you say your gonna walk or something

like I said he would protect you always

says things to make u blush and he loves seeing you blush 🫢

#thanksgiving movie #thanksgiving #evanthanksgiving #evan x reader #fluff #addisonrae

[we-were-beautiful]

Girl Dad! Eris headcannons

So I was scrolling through the tags some of yall put on the reblogs for Girl Dad! Cassian and I saw one for Girl Dad! Eris, and I couldn’t help myself. Now this is not an exhaustive list but there are some aspects that I want to explore for down the road in my The Fox and The Hounds series so Imma keep those to myself 

Now Before I go into my thoughts and feels on the subject; 10/10 you all should go check out @redbleedingrose they have a phenomenal Girl Dad! Eris series going on, and are over all just an excellent writer in general. but alas I am terrible at making new friends so I have not reached out to message them about how much I love their works

Oh Yeah Eris is the girl dad to end all girl dads. Like all said and done he and his mate have around 9 girls. 

I don’t think Eris ever wanted a son just given his upbringing with his brothers. I feel like with every girl his mate Eris always breaths a small sigh of relief when the healers announce that it is a girl. 

These girls are also beloved by the people of the Autumn Court. Where Eris and his brothers had a reputation for cruelty under Beron’s rule, these girls have been raised to be kind and polite. With the older ones the Fae of the court were a little wary but by the time the last few came around they are seen as precious gems of the court. 

This is not  to say that they are weak. They are kind but they also have the fire of the Autumn court running through their veins and are fiercely protective of their family. They have been trained both by Eris and his surviving younger brothers. 

Now Eris and his mate don’t have any children until after the events under the mountain. If Eris had it his way they wouldn’t have had any children until his father had been dealt with. But life finds a way and The mated pair welcomes their first babe within a year after they return to the Autumn court. 

The second babe is a catalyst for kickstarting Beron’s demise. One his mate told him she was expecting the second babe Eris starts with his plans and before their second baby girl makes her grand entrance to the world Eris is the new high lord.  

I think that once Beron is gone that the remaining Vanserra brothers stop trying to actively kill one another now that the main antagonizer isn’t pitting them against one another. There is a lot of healing to be done between the remaining 5 Vanserra boys, but their nieces bring them all together. The girls try to not have favorites but the youngest has openly declared that Lucien is her favorite.  

The smoke hounds are very protective of the babes it is not unusual to see two or three of them watching the babes at any given time. Anyone that is not familiar to them or the nanny is not allowed near their Masters. Typically new staff members are warned about this but every now and then some young stupid sentry gets what the hounds deem to be too close to the babes and they end up on the business end of hounds that have been used to hunt people in the past. 

There is an incident shortly after the birth of their first daughter. Someone thought it would be a smart idea to kidnap the newborn of the Heir of Autumn. (I plan on going into this further in my Fox and the Hounds series so I’m not going to go too much farther into this) It did not end well for the kidnapper, Eris has a reputation of being sadistic like Beron and not all of it is rumor. 

Eris is not the disciplinarian in the household, and it's not that he is a pushover that lets his children walk all over him. No, he has a fear that he is going to turn into Beron who was very abusive to Eris and his brothers growing up.

Eris does have anxiety over this to the point that he doesn’t trust himself to discipline any children that he and his mate have. As parents they are strict but not suffocatingly so, they have reasonable standards set for their girls who are generally known as the most well behaved bunch of the second generation. 

It is not uncommon to see Eris cradling one of his babes during a meeting  once he becomes Highlord. He has also been known to completely stop meeting if one of his girls comes into the room. This male will stop whatever he is doing when one of his little ladies wants his attention. He wants them to know that they are more important to him than work so that they don’t grow up thinking that their father doesn't care about them. 

Now the girls do grow up rather tomboyish, yes they like the silk and jewels of court like most girls do but they also enjoy running through the woods, joining Eris on hunts with the hounds. Playing knights in the forest, building fortresses and houses out of branches and leaves, these girls live for the outdoors. Sometimes it seems like the girls spend more time running around in the woods rather than in the forest house.  Eris enjoys showing them the things he would have loved to do with his brothers when they were young but was unable to thanks Beron’s a+ parenting methods. 

The family does have a cabin tucked away deep in the forest of the Autumn court. While it is a little tight with the amount of people and dogs when everyone is there, it is where some of Eris' fondest memories have been made. It is the families private getaway from the court and they spend as much time as possible there.  

On the topic of hounds all of the girls love their parents many hounds; each bonding to one or two hounds as they grow. Eris does give his babes a puppy once they reach an age where they can be responsible to take care of it. All said and done the Vanserra household has just shy of 30 dogs.  

All in all Eris is such a good dad to all his children and along this journey of parenting there is a lot of healing within both the Autumn court and the Vanserra family

#eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris vanserra #high lord eris #autumn court #Eris is an amazing dad #acotar #acotar x reader #acomaf #acowar #acosf #jess talks

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 10 - Car Sex]

Pairing: Brat Switch!Taehyung x Dom Switch!Reader

Kinks: car sex, public(ish) sex, angry sex (they fight and then fuck, you get me?), Sadism & Masochism, hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, protected vaginal penetrative sex, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 3.5k

a/n: all you besties wanted was brat!tae hahaha and i am here to deliver because brat!tae can be something so beautiful. enjoy, this is very horny 💙

The door to the restaurant slams closed, leaving the guests inside shocked to their core. Their eyes are focused on the couple currently fighting outside, whispered conversations about what they could possibly fight about fill the room. 

You don’t notice the stares, way too busy hurrying after Taehyung after he stormed out of the restaurant in big steps.

“So now we’re slamming doors in public?” you bark at him.

Taehyung whips around, “it slipped outta my hand”, he snarls. 

“Yeah sure, like how our trip just so happens to have slipped outta your mind, yeah?” 

“Oh my god, I told you. I mixed up the weekends.”

“You know what? You and your stupid excuses annoy the fuck outta me”, you spit, bumping shoulders with him as you stomp away to your car. 

“What do you want from me?” Taehyung runs after you, trying to touch your arm but you flinch away. 

“Don’t touch me”, you snarl, sending him the iciest look ever. 

But Taehyung doesn’t want to back down. He is stubborn himself and terribly pissed that you called him a bad boyfriend in front of the entire restaurant. 

“What do you want from me?” he growls, “I told you that I mixed them up, didn’t I? You know how I am, I’m always mixing up all my dates, you know that.”

“I've been planning this shit since March, Taehyung. March.”

“Yeah and I’m still planning to go! Fuck’s sake, I’m trying to tell you that Imma tell Jimin we have to move the trip back by a week! Why aren’t you listening to me?!” he dares to raise his voice just slightly, regretting it the instant your eyes lower in disappointment. 

You take a step back and turn around wordlessly. 

“Babe, I didn’t mean it. Hey, come back”, he says, running after you.

He catches up with you when you are trying to open the car door, squishing himself between the car and your body. 

“Baby, mon amour, hey”, he says, cupping your cheeks, “I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry”, he says with big puppy eyes.

“You do not raise your voice at me, do you hear me?” you snarl, intimidating him by inching closer to him until your lips are almost touching. 

Taehyung looks at your lips, inching closer himself. 

“What are you looking at? Did you even hear what I said?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry”, he rasps, chasing your lips. 

“Taehyung”, you move back, “stop tryna kiss me right now.”

“You’re angry. Take it out on me.”

“What? No?” 

“Please, take it out on me”, he begs, “I’m sorry, you know I am”, he means it honestly, “just take it out on me.”

“You’re insane for even thinking that I wanna fuck you right now”, you spit, not meaning a single word. Quite frankly, you love nothing more than making up with him by fucking him stupid in some random public place. That shit gives you such a rush of power.

“Please?” he tries, widening his eyes almost mockingly cutely.

You grab him by the collar of his turtleneck, using your strength to twirl you and him. Taehyung’s back hits the car roughly, knocking the air out of him in a surprised grunt. He blinks quickly to find his focus only to lose it instantly when you slam your lips onto his' in a rough kiss. Teeth collide with teeth first before your lips finally find each other. You both chuckle at the mess up, but pull each other closer. Your hands are restless on the other’s bodies, fighting for the crown of who gets to pull the other closer with more strength. Taehyung likes to argue that he is winning, while you know for a fact that you are the winner. 

You break the kiss, gripping his cheeks roughly. 

“You’re the neediest, fucking brat I’ve ever seen”, you spit. 

“Yeah and you love it, admit it”, he throws back, tugging you close so his knee is lodged between your legs, pressing right against your pussy. The contact sends heat straight to it, riling you up so good.

You growl, lowering your eyes dangerously, “you tryna play with fire here, aren’t you?”

Taehyung moves closer, brushing his lips against yours and keeping the eye contact up even if your visions are blurry. 

“I love the burn”, he rasps, smirking, “so fucking burn me, mon amour, I’m goddamn ready.”

You move closer, grinding against his thigh and gripping a bundle of his hair. 

“You know what to say?” 

“Yeah.”

“Tell me.”

“Red”, he rasps, head dizzy from the harsh tug. 

“Very good. Now unlock this fucking car and get inside.”

The car unlocks with two beeps. Taehyung couldn’t even store the keys back in his slacks and you have already ripped the backdoor open, shoving him inside. He falls on the backseat, scrambling to sit up as you climb into the car as well. The door slams closed behind you, locking automatically.

“Oh? We’re slamming doors now?” Taehyung challenges. 

“Shut up”, you growl, pushing at his chest harshly and climbing on top of his lap. 

You hook your fingers in his belt, tugging his hips into your own. 

Taehyung moans, gripping your hips with a bruising strength. It’s so hot to him when you are rough.

“I want you so fucking bad”, you spit, ripping the belt open and pulling it out of its loops in one swift movement. 

“Fuck, that was hot”, Taehyung gasps, sitting up to kiss you only to get his back slammed into the seats again. He moans, eyes lowering in arousal and lips curling into an amused smirk. Your rough handling is messing up his hair to the point where strands of it are hanging into his eyes.

“Stay down”, you order him with your hand still pressing into his sculpted chest. 

“Shit, you’re hot”, he rasps, kneading your ass vigorously. 

"I know", you dismiss him, running your hand back down to his pants.

The buttons and zipper are opened easily. You’ve opened them a million times before, it is muscle memory at this point. Luckily for you, Taehyung is the kind of man to wear briefs with easy access to his dick. He says it's for simplicity reasons in the bathroom, you know it's mostly because you can get to his dick faster. 

You tug his cock and balls out, causing Taehyung to hiss in reaction, hips rolling up to chase you. He has already hardened a little, but not enough to slip into you. 

You tug on his cock roughly, jerking him off as quickly as the position allows you to. 

“Fuck hah”, Taehyung arches his back, laughing panickedly, “you said no easy entrace for me”, he croaks out, dragging out the vowel of the last word into a needy mewl. 

“You don’t get that tonight, hear me?” you answer him, “you pissed me off, it’s what you get.”

“Fu-uck mon amour, seriously urgh”, Taehyung is laughing as he talks, writhing on the seat while his thighs tense like crazy underneath your pussy. The movement manages to give you the perfect amount of friction to really get you going. You add to it by rolling your hips over his thigh, turning yourself on like crazy.

Not long and your panties are soaked, wetting his slacks as well. Taehyung’s cock is throbbing between your fingers, leaking desperately. Moving your hips is so difficult, your clit feels so goddamn sensitive.

“Fuck, ah fuck. Sensitive”, Taehyung gasps and wheezes, having his head tilted back and his throat on display. 

“You’re leaking so much. You love that don’t you? Love getting your cock jerked.”

“I love that shit”, Taehyung rasps, gripping your hips to guide them over his thighs, “love that wet pussy on my thigh even more, mon amour, love it so much.”

“Yeah? That wet pussy wants your cock, so where’s the condom?”

“Backpocket, my wallet.”

You drop his cock, reaching behind him to fetch for it. 

“You know that you shouldn’t store that shit in your wallet, right?”

“I put it in today, it’s still fresh”, he assures you.

“Tzt” you chuckle, “are we seriously fucking that much?”

“Yeah, I love that we do”, Taehyung says, turning his head just to bite your neck softly. 

“Hey”, you move back, slapping his chest, “don’t bite me.”

Taehyung chuckles, smirking mischievously. 

“Little brat”, you mumble, turning your attention to the condom afterwards. You rip it open and grip his cock to roll it on skillfully. 

“Well, thank you. I could have done that myself”, Taehyung taunts. 

“You’re a snail, I don’t wanna have to wait for you to try five times before getting it on”, you throw back. 

“That was one time and I was nervous, you know that”, he laughs.

“Yeah? And that one time we fucked at the cinema?” 

“That was because it was dark. Come on, cut me some slack”, he whines. 

You chuckle. He is right, it was pretty damn dark back then. You finish the condom, giving his cock a little spank. 

“Oh”, Taehyung gasps, hips thrusting into your hand and eyes falling down to his cock. It’s throbbing just slightly.

“Done”, you say, massaging the burning spot with skilled fingers. 

“Fuck, hurry up. Need you, hurry please”, he begs, chasing you in needy squirms.

“I am, don’t stress me”, you throw back, climbing on top of him after taking your panties off.

You lower yourself, holding onto his shoulder with one hand while the other is holding his cock in place to move your pussy over his heated tip. It fits right between your folds, grinding against your clit as you move your hips. The friction is making your toes curl in your shoes. So good. So goddamn good.

“It’s sad you can’t feel how wet I am”, you taunt, “cause I’m fucking soaked.”

“Don’t say that”, he whines, “fuck, that’s what I hate about fucking in public. Can’t we do it without a condom?”

“What? And I gotta walk around with cum dripping outta me? No, thank you.”

“But mon amour”, he whines. 

“Don’t mon amour me right now, you get what you get”, you say, dropping down on him without warning. 

“Fuck! Darling!” he yelps, back arching off the seats and fingers almost breaking your hips from how tightly he gripped you. He whimpers and grunts, face contorted in a grimace of surprised pleasure. You soak that view up like a dry sponge. It’s so hot to surprise him with your pussy. He's oh so pretty when that happens. 

And quite frankly, you love doing it because it feels so good. Taehyung’s cock is made for you, feeling like a lost piece of you finally returning each time he sinks into you.

You rock back and forth for now, helping your pussy get used to his girth. He doesn’t hurt, of course he doesn’t, but fuck there is so much of him to get used to. So goddamn much. 

“Shit Taetae”, you moan, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear to moan, “you’re so goddamn big, fucking love that”, you croak, basking in the needy whine he lets out. 

“Mon amour…fuck”, he rasps, keeping you close with his strong arm around your waist. Like this your back is slightly arched and his cock is angled right against your g-spot, clit grinding against the fabric of his slacks as well.

“You’re made for me, your cock’s mine. All mine”, your voice is straining pleasure, “all of it. All mine.”

“Yours. It’s your cock, all of it, yours”, he moans and gasps, head rolling to the side now that you are kissing along his neck. The collar of the turtleneck you tug down for now.

“Yeah, mine. You’re mine”, you rasp and bury your teeth in his neck. 

“A-ah”, Taehyung whimpers pathetically, fingers squeezing your sides and cock growing even harder inside you, “please”, he begs, “please harder, please.”

You bite deeper, basking in the shaky moan he lets out and the aggressive buck of his hips which follows. Another follows right after and another and another and then you realise that Taehyung has decided to take matters into his own hands and rut right into you. His legs are spread, feet sturdy on the floor of the car for good support and thighs tense in exertion. 

“Yes baby”, the bite breaks as you moan against his neck, “be useful, that’s it, fuck my pussy, that’s it. Such a good boy.”

“It’s so good, it’s so fucking good”, he chants, still squeezing your waist as his cock is fucking up into you. It sounds wet and deep, filling the car with nasty squelching sounds and the dull sounds of impact each time his clothed thighs meet your ass. 

"Keep going, that’s it. Don’t stop", you encourage him with your stomach tingling in ecstasy. You feel every inch of him, you feel it deep inside you, feel it graze your entrance, feel it shape your pussy. It’s turning you wetter and wetter. And so goddamn sensitive.

The car is shaking. People outside most definitely have figured out what was going on behind those fogged up, tinted windows, because you are not subtle. You never really are when you get naughty in public. Maybe it is this thrill of being figured out and caught, which gets you and your terribly hot boyfriend into such fiery situations all the time. 

“You’re shaking the car”, you rasp against him, breath shaky as it leaves you with each thrust. 

“Should I slow down?” he asks, slowing down.

“No”, you slam your hips down on him, taking over for him in harsh bounces up and down his cock, “don’t you fucking dare slow down."

Taehyung pulls a grimace of pleasure, throwing his head back. 

"Oh god, mon amour", he keens, big hands trembling on your hips.

His neck is bruising where you bit him. Your teeth marks are still imprinted into his skin. So deep. You bit him so deep that you are surprised his skin didn’t break. 

You place your hand around his throat and press your thumb into the bite mark.

Taehyung wails softly, nose scrunching up and body writhing beneath you. His cock feels oh so huge inside you, throbbing like crazy and stretching your pussy so good.

"Hurts", he squeaks out.

"I know, I know it does", you growl, digging your nail right into where your canine tooth dug especially deep. 

"Hu-hurts", he sobs softly, arching his back.

"Yeah? Colour?"

"Green", he wails pathetically, thrusting his hips up in a sloppy movement.

"Good. Then you can bear it", you growl, digging your nail into his other canine mark.

"My amour- I mean- ah ahaha", he laughs, squirming deliciously, "mon amour please." 

You are turning him dumb. Good. It’s the only state he should be in right now. Sex dumb and railed into oblivion.

You release his mark and wrap your fingers around his throat instead, squeezing down on his veins. His pulse is racing under your fingertips, his skin is heated.

Your thighs are tensing more, you broaden the stance your knees have on the seats and let yourself drop with more vigour. His cock stretches you out so well, making every inch of your pussy feel like she's on fire. Truly, you never loved getting dick more than you do with your boyfriend. He's made for you. 

Taehyung croaks and whimpers under your finger, eyes barely staying open and lips parted widely. He is so entirely out of it. All he currently is, is a throbbing cock and a pounding head with an aching neck. He is nothing more and he loves that shit.

"I'm dripping Tae, fucking dripping. Your cock’s making my pussy so goddamn wet", you pant, thrusting your hips forward each time he is buried to the hilt. It makes your clit grind against him and quite frankly, scrambles your brain.

"I can't, I-I can't", Taehyung brabbles, shaking his head, "I'm s-so sensitive please s-slow." 

"Stop shaking your head", you order, gripping a big bundle of his hair to pull it harshly. 

"Eek", Taehyung squeaks and grows silent, gasping for air with an agape mouth and his back arching repeatedly.

"You're not making it easier when you’re shaking your head like that", you growl and grunt, "okay fuck hah", you laugh breathily, hips stuttering on his cock, "I'm kinda close." 

Taehyung peels his eyes open upon hearing you. 

"Close?" he croaks, head still pinned to the seat by you. 

"So close, your cock’s so good", you rasp, twisting even more of his hair even if that makes him whimper pathetically, "fuck Taetae, I love you, you sexy bastard", you moan, falling into him in a sloppy tongue kiss. 

Taehyung moans, holding you against him and meeting your struggling hips in deep, long strokes. The kind which makes his entire cock slip in and out of you and which makes you tremble each time he manages to hit your swollen g-spot. Oh what he wouldn’t give for a look at it. His big cock all wet and slick from your warm pussy. He loves that view like nothing else and just imagining it, manages to make Taehyung fuck you even harder.

It shakes the car to the point where it makes squeaky sounds and shakes your body to the point where you feel like passing out.

"Tae", you whimper into his mouth, burying your other hand in his hair as well to pull it oh so tightly, "Tae, don’t stop."

"Mon amour", he moans, licking into your mouth afterwards until you finally kiss him back again. 

You are pretty sure that you managed to fog up the windshield as well. It’s so goddamn hot in this car. You are sweating so much, dress sticking to your body. Breathing is oh so difficult. 

This could also be because Taehyung is drilling into you like a madman and fucking you closer and closer to an orgasm in the process. Perhaps that is also why you can barely even breathe.

Each time your clit grinds against him your toes curl, each time his cock slips back inside your legs tremble, each time he moans into your mouth you feel another ounce of sanity leaving you. 

"Tae, cumming. I'm cumming", you croak, managing to break the kiss just in time so that you can bite the other side of his neck. 

Taehyung wails your name, crumbling right with you. All he wanted was to be bitten again. Paired with your convulsing pussy and your sweet moans and Taehyung knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. 

Your orgasms are hot and angry, forcing you both to rut and grunt and fuck like animals. It is a wonder really that the condom holds and that the car doesn’t completely break underneath you. Both very unlikely to happen, but in this moment you feel as if you are fucking like no other humans have ever fucked before. 

You come down accordingly, both of you growing completely and embarrassingly limp. For the next long seconds the car is filled with your quick panting and exhausted yet happy silence, where neither of you seems to want to calm down first. Your heads are pounding and your bodies feel so completely spent. Oh, how happy you are.

"I don't think I can cum for the next month", Taehyung rasps tiredly, "my balls are shrivelled up."

"Ew", you snort and chuckle, "don’t say that."

Taehyung laughs, "I mean it. I'm done for, you emptied me."

You giggle, "yeah same. I'm spent." 

You hug each other closer. Your fingers run through his hair soothingly while your lips kiss the deep bite mark softly. Taehyung traces your spine, enjoying the warmth of you with closed eyes.

"You know that I'm actually planning to talk to Jimin, don’t you?" he asks.

"Yeah, I do. Sorry, I overreacted a little. I'm just so excited for that trip and when you told me about the trip you planned on our weekend, that hurt me because I thought you didn’t even care."

"I know. God, I’m so sorry mon amour. I seriously suck with dates, I thought our trip's a weekend after the tenth." 

"I know", you chuckle, "doofus, that’s why I'm always telling you to put stuff in your calendar." 

"Imma actually start doing that", he says and laughs, "fuck, I’m so done for though. Love make up sex so much."

"Yeah same."

"And I love you too, you sexy bastard", he says, making you chuckle.

"Urgh god, don’t quote my cringe sex influenced dirty talk back at me", you whine, forcing a tremble of laughter through him.

"No I love it, keep talking dirty. It gets me going so good, mon amour." 

"Okay, okay I will", you say and giggle, nuzzling into him for just a whiff of his sweet scent.

Taehyung pats your butt softly, sighing contently.

"Did you pay by the way?" he asks.

"Me? I thought you paid", you gasp, lifting your head.

Your widened eyes meet in a scared look.

"Are you joking?" he asks.

"No. Are you?" 

"No."

Your eyes widen even more.

"Oh my god, mon amour, we're criminals. We gotta go back inside and pay", he gasps, cracking you up completely.

"We're so dumb, oh my god", you laugh and Taehyung laughs right with you.

#taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung scenario #taehyung oneshot #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #sub!taehyung #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts oneshot #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #fanfic: kinktober22

[straightupsickfics]

Teacher Anon 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 omfg my friend!!! Happy 2024! I hope it's off to a great start...

It's only Tuesday...

Ugh.

So how about something with our favorite pirates in their modern Ed is very protective of his hubby in his black cat "imma hover over you" mode. I freaking lost my voice due to a non illness and I'm like how am I teaching tomorrow!?! So like me as an educator...Stede must also suffer a lost voice as a professor 🙃

ahh happy new year, friend! i hope you're feeling better today and did not have to talk tooo much! <3 some sad, soggy stede for you...

***

Stede’s car is a sheet of ice. 

After the world’s longest day, Stede has finally, finally reached his car, and it’s absolutely encased in ice. It’d been raining all day, he’d known that, of course. What he hadn’t realized was how cold it'd gotten, leaving him helpless, gloveless, and scraper-less when it came time to get in his car. 

He wants to cry.

More than that, he wants to scream. Except he can’t, because he hasn’t had a voice since sometime yesterday afternoon, thanks to whatever horrible virus he managed to pick up right at the start of the semester. 

He thinks about calling Ed, but aside from rasping pitifully into the phone, even that feels impossible.  Instead, he takes a picture of his car, adds a few crying emojis and hits send. It’s about all his bone-tired brain can handle at the moment, and Ed will get it.

Ed always gets it. Gets him. 

The thought makes his eyes well up all over again as he heads back to his office to wait for his husband to rescue him. 

Stuffed with books, covered in prints, and full to bursting with a small, plush sofa, and many, many ocean creatures, Stede’s office is extremely cozy, which is a small comfort in times like these. He drops dramatically into his desk chair, thinks about grading some of the papers he has waiting for him, wilts a little, then drags himself over to the small sofa in the corner. 

Better. 

Then, miracle of miracles, his phone buzzes in his hand. 

Edward 💜: Oh, fuck. On my way 😘

Stede: Have I mentioned how much I love you?

Edward 💜: Not today. Frankly, I’m feeling a little neglected, babe

Stede: I love you. x 1,000

Edward 💜: Hmmm, needs a few more 0s I think… 

Edward 💜: Okay, love you, driving now, be there soon!!

With Ed on his way and all his students gone for the day, Stede lets himself droop across his sofa, his eyes falling shut before he can even register how heavy they’ve felt these last few hours. He’s moments from falling asleep when Ed’s voice startles him upright. 

“Aww, Stede,” Ed says. “Y’look fucking shattered, sweetheart.” His voice is so soft and sympathetic that Stede isn’t even surprised when his eyes fill with tears in earnest this time. Ed looks perfect in his black puffy coat, not ridiculous the way he should, the way everyone else looks. His hair is flecked through with rain drops, and he’s looking at Stede like he’d pick him up and carry him to the car if he thought Stede would let him. 

At this rate, Stede thinks, he’d have a hard time even protesting. 

“Hi,” Stede tries to say, but his throat is scraped raw, and he knows he’s barely audible, having wasted the last of his voice on his American Lit seminar this afternoon. A waste, as half the class had been on their phones, and the rest had the kind of zombie-eque, dead-eyed stares that made him wonder why he even bothered. 

How many weeks until spring break?

“Come here,” Ed says, making his way to Stede and offering him a hand to help him up. He pulls him right into a warm, tight hug, rubbing Stede’s back as they stand there wrapped up in each other. Stede would’ve stayed there for hours, face smushed right into Ed's coat... that is, if he could breathe. Between the worsening congestion and Ed’s thick coat, though, he doesn’t stand a chance. 

Stede lifts his head and blinks pathetically up at Ed, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky.

“Made that soup you like, that hot Italian thing? Should feel nice on your throat, even if you can’t taste it,” Ed tells him, dropping a kiss to the tip of Stede’s nose. "Then we'll get in bed, yeah? Fucking 7:00 pm bedtime. Don't let anyone tell you different Stedey, that's living the dream."

“Thank you,” Stede manages. He tucks himself back into Ed’s chest for another long minute. He can’t wait to be home, and warm, and out of his work clothes. Stede had longed for exactly that all day. But now, standing here, Ed wrapped around him, murmuring promises about soup and tea and ocean documentaries, Stede feels close enough to home; what’s another few minutes?

#teacher anon 🖤 #of//md #my fic #they're in LOVE okay #house husband ed teach is real 2 me

[by-ego]

The Monarchal Summit

So, the summit

Warning for very messy structure, imma try to keep it in a somewhat chronological order, but I’ll most likely mess that up half way through. And I’ll also issue a warning for incorrect english and very bad grammar. And these are MY opinions and observations <3

First off, babe and Milo needs to take Asher shopping. Babe also needs to teach their man how to cook. ALSO Aggro has been mentioned, thank you Erik. Completely unrelated, but fuck Asher is hot. I’m a sucker for guys with messy hair

Where is William!? Why has he left poor Vincent to deal with this on his own. I’m not a Vincent girly, never have been, but I feel very bad for him. At Least Lovely is there for him. And his music choice, immaculate. Chefs kiss. Giving Lovely a crown, and made by the same craftsmen that made his, top notch boyfriend behaviour. “It’s such a privilege that I get to stand at your side” GOD DAMN 

Moving on to Sam, he is probably the realest character ever. “When this is all done, we’re getting ice cream” realest shit i’ve ever heard except it’s practically Winter where i’m at and it’s cold af here

And going from one vamp to another, Porter is a menece and I love him sm. Ash is and always will be number one, but Porter is a close second now. But can we talk about the fact that Vincent straight up called Treasure “your human”... like sir, isn’t that a bit weird? Idk, maybe it’s just me. But I do like that Vincent genuinely tries to be civil with Porter, and for the most part he succeeds. So some part of me thinks it’s a little bit mean of Porter to add the extra stress of saying he’ll be bringing an empowered human to the summit, and then pretend Vincent is crazy for doing something about it, (the seating arrangement and such). Then again, the part of me that grew up with 3 brothers, one of them being my twin (love him with all my heart but when you have to share room with a teenage boy for 7 years you grow a tad bit tired of it), thinks Porter is fucking hilarious. Cause he is funny.    

Wolfpack, by beloved. One again though, where is William, and why is he leaving Vincent to 1. “Extend his gratitude”, and 2. Do this all on his own.  And ofc the Shaw pack is going to be enjoyable to be around, they’re amazing (i¨m very biassed here but still) “Blink twice if you need a way out buddy, we’re pretty good at distractions” I literally love Asher so much, muah.

I’m gonna make a jump here, and go to Alexis and Darlin’. Ew, just ew. She reminds me of one of my uncles ex wifes. She was a nasty person, just really mean. And Alexis gives me the same vibes. Like the whole “when your old” bullshit, just straight up nasty. And love Porter for stepping in, and love Sam for being protective and still so good to Darlin’. They both very much deserve each other.  

ONCE AGAIN WHERE IS WILLIAM and why is this random guy bashing him to David. He has a point though, or several points. He does have a tendency to turn a blind eye to questionable things. And we would all like to see Quinn burn

Back to the wolfpack, and my finance Asher. We know you love food puppy, you make that very clear. Also Porter is right, food needs to taste good if it doesn’t serve any other purposes. I love how Asher asks Babes opinion before making a decision. (I could go on and on about them and their dynamic, but that will have to be a separate post) Porter getting right to it with Sweetheart is brave, and it really gets the lore going. 

Now, getting into the heavier stuff. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Poor Vincent, and where is William???? Okay… the inversion was planned. That explains a lot, and at the same time makes the whole thing so much more tragic. I remember something either Asher or Milo said about close nit and their propaganda after the inversion “it’s like they had this ready to go” and they did. Because they planned it. Cruel. And that they got funding for it makes it even more disgusting.  And I’m also worried for Sweetheart, like what happened to them?? And who killed the king of Bennet? His progeny? For money and power? Or Sweetheart out of self defence? Are they a powerful enough stealth to pull that of? Like what happened there?  Erik does love to leave us hanging. 

Alright that’s it for now, I might come up with something new later and add that, or write something more detailed.  

This ended up a lot more organised that I first thought, small blessings ig 

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted summit #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted lore #redacted porter #redacted wolf pack #redacted vampires

[happypopcornprincess]

The Wedding Bet Date

Pairings - Hangman and Phoenix (Enemies to Lovers)

Premise - When "Phoenix" Trace made a stupid bet, she did not expect Jake "Hangman" Sersin to be thrown at her face out of nowhere. Now they are stuck together, forced to confront a past they are trying to forget.

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022), suggestive language, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 7.6 K

A/N - I knew it! When I saw Top Gun Maverick, I just knew that something has happened between the two and that they either liked each other or slept together at least once. The way Hangman looked at Phoenix like he was daring her to say something >>>> 😭😭😭

I'm going full ballistic on this one babe, imma write this with my whole ass heart, Haenix FOREVER 😭❤

This is my first ever Top Gun fanfic, so I hope y'all like it.

This was requested Anonymously, whoever you are, thank you &lt;3

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Two months after the events of Top Gun: Maverick

Saturday

"All I'm saying is that you could have just called him back. He did give you his number." Bob said to Phoenix as he sipped his chilled beer.

It was a lovely Saturday evening at Robert's house with just the two of them. They were sitting on his back porch, lounging on the beach chairs overlooking the ocean and sipping beer. His girlfriend, Maria, was visiting him and had asked her to stay for dinner. And well, how could she say no to homemade enchiladas when she could smell how delicious they were?

After the uranium mission, Bob and Natasha have grown quite close. The mission made them develop a sibling-like relationship, they trusted each other with their lives. Some part of Bob will always be grateful to Natasha for saving his life. A part of Natasha wanted to protect him at all costs even though she knew he was one of the most capable ROIs out there.

"He wasn't my type." She said, placing her empty beer bottle on the floor. "Mav and Penny's wedding is in four days, you have to bring a plus one. He was plus-one material." Bob said, after Natasha didn't call back a poor sod, she had a one-night stand with. "Bob, if I had called him back and asked him to be my plus one to a wedding, he would have gotten the wrong jest." She lets out a long sigh, thinking about her one-night stand last night. She sneaked out of his place at the crack of dawn and hasn't spoken since.

"You can't do it alone, Nat. Everyone has a date. You need to have someone to go with." He speaks. "Fine! I'll go to The Hard Deck and the first guy to walk in from the door will be my date to Mav's wedding. Happy?" She gives him a fake smile baring all her teeth.

He laughed, adjusted his specs, and says, "Sounds good to me. I would love to see what frat boy or middle-aged drunkard you end up with."

"Shut up!" She pushes his shoulder.

—/—/—

Maverick and Rooster were helping behind the bar when Nat, Bob, and Maria walked in. Penny announced she would be closing the place for a week because of her honeymoon. Since then, everyone has been flooding the place.

"Remember the bet?" Bob asks her slyly.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." She mocks him.

"Look who it is!" Bradley yelled from the bar. Nat runs up to him and hugs him from the other side of the bar. "Hey, Penny!" She waves at the bride-to-be excitedly, as Bradley slides her a bottle of beer. "Hello there, Phoenix." Pete steps up behind Bradley wearing a pink apron, a towel on his shoulder, and holding a lot of beer mugs.

"Looks like domestic life suits you a lot sir." She smiles at his attire.

"Penny made me wear this," he says with a straight face.

"Isn't he the cutest?" Penny comes up behind him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Pete turns red and ducks his head in shyness.

"Okay kids, let's keep the environment PG. Please?" Bradley shouts up and they all share a laugh.

Nat sipped her beer, thinking of how she could not have been happier for her friends. Having realized they were meant to be since Pete sneaked her on a flight back in '86, Pete and Penny were settling down without wasting any more time. Bradley finally got the family he had always wanted.

She could dream of this, right? A small, happy family, someone she could be in love with forever.

But then Bob nudges her and she is thrown back to reality. He points at the door where she could see a silhouette of a man about to enter the bar. She straightens, realizing how badly this could go south.

The door opens, and she sees a brown boot stomping on the hardwood floor. When her eyes travel up to see who the mystery man she will have to go to the wedding with is, she chokes on her drink.

—/—/—

Jake "Hangman" Sersin was not a man of commitment. As he enters The Hard Deck, he is already skimming through the crowd, searching for a girl to take home. As his eyes travel to the bar, he looks at Bradley, Pete, and Penny standing in a circle, laughing at something as they serve the drinks. He smiles looking at the lot, happy for his friends to find a place.

And then his eyes shift to Nat and Bob sitting on the bar, looking at him like deer caught in headlights. He gives them a puzzled look, walking up to them trying to figure out why they looked so horrified.

"Hey, Bob, and Phoenix. Hope you are doing well?" He couldn't help but ask that as a question.

"Yeah... I'm fine. I'll leave." Saying so he abruptly gets up from his seat, gives Natasha a pitied look, and walks away grabbing the arm of a beautiful woman sitting next to him.

"What's up with Bob? He didn't even introduce me to his girl," he asks Nat.

"Maybe he doesn't want you near her, Hangman," she says, looking him dead in the eyes like she wanted to beat him up.

"Okay, what's going on? I thought we were done roasting the shit out of each other. Why are you looking at me like that?" He points to Natasha's eyes.

"She made a stupid bet," Bradley leans over the bar, slipping on his aviators, looking at them with a mischievous grin on his face, "She said she would show up to Pete and Penny's wedding with the first guy who walks into the bar after her, and that's," he dramatically waves his hands to Jake, "you."

Natasha saw the exact moment Jake's face turned from one of absolute confusion to one of absolute amusement. He looks at her and laughs out loud, throwing his head back.

"Oh, Trace!" he chimes, stepping closer to her, "It will be my utmost honor to be your date to the wedding." He puts his hand on his heart, smirking at her.

"Whatever" she chugs down her beer and makes her way out of the bar toward the beach.

"This is going to be so fun to watch," Bradley says under his breath in a sing-song voice. Jake slides a 10 to Bradley for his beer, takes it, and runs after her.

—/—/—

Natasha looks behind her to see Jake coming toward her with a bottle of beer in his hands. "Phoenix." He nods towards her, smirking as he takes a sip from the bottle.

Natasha’s gaze lingers on his neck, and his jawline, involuntarily her mind wavering off to a very specific memory.

She is kissing him, sucking on the skin of his neck as Jake’s hands travel towards her thighs. In no time, he had picked her up and put her on the table, his hands reaching towards where she needed him the most.

Jake looks at her, realizing what she was thinking about. Before he could say something, she begins, "Look, I get that you got some girl ready for the wedding. If you don't want to do this, I'm okay with that."

Jake stills.

What did she think of him? Every girl he had interacted with since he came to Miramar was a one-time thing. They flirt with him, he shows them a good time. Then they go away ready to tell their friends about that one time they hooked up with a fighter pilot. That's all he ever was. Sometimes he thought he was hitting it off with someone who genuinely liked them. However, he would give them his phone number and they would swear they would call him and he would wait, but it was the same radio silence.

He didn't have anyone to take to the wedding, and Nat's offer wasn't that terrible. It would be a one-time thing.

Just like last time.

"Phoenix, how could I possibly miss out on this golden opportunity of going out with you? I'm thrilled." Natasha rolls her eyes.

"So, you're in?"

"A 100 percent." He smiles, offering her his handshake. She shakes his hand, saying, "if you mess up, I'll end you."

"I don't doubt otherwise" he smiles looking at her.

Sunday

It was a Sunday, and Nat had her entire day planned. Reporting to base every morning at 7 am as part of the Navy left no time for her. She planned on taking a long bath today, applying a mask, and watching a reality show to relax.

What she did not expect, was Jake honking in front of her Navy-issued house while she was in a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head. She didn’t have time to take it off as he was already ringing her doorbell.

So, she opened the door to see him dressed in jeans and a casual t-shirt, taking off her aviators thinking about a smart comeback for Nat.

“Don’t say something you’re about to regret Sersin.” She says. He defensively raises both his hands in front of him and replies, “I was just coming over to ask you out for shopping for the wedding.”

"What shopping?”

“I need a suit. And I guess you need a dress?”

“I have a dress.”

“No, you don’t.” he smiles, knowing Natasha won’t show up to the wedding wearing an old dress.

“Fine, I’ll buy one afterward, happy shopping.” She was about to slam the door when he held out his hand, preventing the door from closing.

“C’mon Trace, we are going together to the wedding and I need a proper suit for that, and I can help you find a dress. I grew up with two elder sisters. I know enough about women’s fashion to…”

“You need someone to help you find a suit, don’t you?” Nat chimes in. Jake closes his eyes and exhales, nodding in defeat. “Yes.” He looks at her to see her smiling, “Wait in the car, give me five minutes," she runs inside as he steps down the porch stairs, smiling to himself thinking about her smile.

---/---/---

“Come on princess, this is getting out of control!" Nat sat in the waiting area shouting towards Jake’s booth, where he was trying on his fourth suit.

Because there weren't enough days left to tailor a suit to fit Jake, for the first time in his life he was getting a readymade suit. Which is why he can’t decide which one to choose. If the black suit’s trousers fitted him like a glove, the blazer was short. He found that the vest of the white suit was too tight when the jacket of the suit was just right.

“Okay! I swear this is the last one.” He says and steps out of the trial room, too frustrated to even look at his reflection. He steps out looking at Natasha, who was sitting in front of him scrolling through her phone.

“How is it?" he asks, and she looks at him.

---/---/---

Natasha knew as irritating as he could be, Jake was a handsome man. It was confirmed to her by the light gray three-piece suit he was wearing as he stepped out of the trial room. She tried. She tried not to give him a reaction but her jaw hung open.

The suit was flawless, and it looked perfect on him.

“Damn Trace, I must be looking hot if I made your jaw drop.” He cocks his eyebrows at her. Nat tried to say something but she was rendered speechless. Finally, she managed a small, “Yeah, you look good.” And got up abruptly.

Jake’s eyebrows rose up at this, he asks, “where are you headed?”

“I… have to buy a dress. And you’re not allowed to see me in it.” “Why?”

Natasha smirks, looking him directly in the eyes, “Well, I want to see your jaw drop." And leaves.

Jake stands there until a voice from his right shakes him out of his trance. “Your wife is a feisty one. Don’t lose her.” He looks to his right and sees an old couple smiling at him knowingly. He politely smiles at them and walks back into the changing room to get out of the suit.

He’s buying it.

---/---/---

“That looks unhealthy.” Nat looks at him as he bathes his fries in ketchup. She takes a fry and eats it with a fork. They had stopped at a diner to grab lunch after shopping for the whole day.

“I’ll do 20 more push-ups to burn it out.” He says, his mouth taking a big bite of his hamburger.

“Good for you.” She says, laughing at the bit of sauce on the corner of his mouth.

“What?”

“You… you got some sauce on your face.”

“What?” he rubs off his face at a completely different spot.

“Here, wait.” Nat takes a napkin and wipes off the sauce on his face.

Jake’s heart raced as a memory of her flashed in front of his eyes.

She softly caressed his face, a moan slipping past her lips, “Jake.” Not Sersin, not Hangman, Jake. He swore as he smashed his lips on hers. He wanted her, he wanted everything she had to give. Her soft hands responded by grabbing the back of his neck and bringing him closer.

“Sersin? Are you okay?” His eyes turned back to her as she looked at him smiling brighter than the sunlight.

“Nothing, I just… I recalled something.” “What?”

“Your dress. I still haven’t seen it.” He says, desperate to divert his attention from her distractingly beautiful hands. Someone takes their manicure seriously.

“I’ll show it to you at the wedding.”

“What if we don’t match? I’m wearing charcoal, what if you show up in an outrageous green or something?"

“Sersin! I would never for my life wear green to a wedding.”

“So it’s not green.” He smiles.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “It’s lilac.”

“Lilac. I can do with that.” He mostly nods to himself and digs back into his hamburger, while Natasha eats her fries with a fork.

Tuesday

“Where. Are. You?” Nat asked with gritted teeth.

It was the Bachelor and Bachelorette of Mav and Penny. While the boys were hanging out at a bar downtown, Penny’s party was at her house. Jake was supposed to be her ride to Penny’s before heading to Mav’s party. And he was 20 minutes late.

“I’m sorry I can’t make it Phoenix.” A cracked voice came through her phone.

“Why? What happened?" she asked.

“I got food poisoning.” He speaks.

"Yeah, I'm willing to believe that Sersin. The next time you want to ditch me, make a better excuse.” “Trace I…”

She ends the call.

Natasha arrives at Penny's after taking an Uber 10 minutes later. When she entered the house, the party was already in full swing. Penny’s friends were there, and so were some of the female aviators from the base.

She finds Callie, known by her callsign 'Halo', in the lot, standing next to Penny. She was wearing a short white dress with a plastic crown and a bride-to-be sash. She looked so happy and cheery that it made her heart melt. She quickly walks to them and hugs Penny. “Penny, you look amazing!”

“Thank you so much, Nat, you too look gorgeous!" she says after glancing at the sundress Nat was wearing.

“I am so sorry for being late, Hangman bailed on me. He was supposed to be my ride here.”

“Oh, don't be silly! It's fine ” She gives her another hug and gets ushered by some of her friends. Not a second later, Halo grabs her hand and takes her to a corner. “Did you just say you were coming with Jake? Like, Jake Sersin?”

“Yes, it’s a long story.” she gives her an awkward smile.

“Are you guys dating?” she asks with wide eyes.

“No, No! I made this stupid bet and now I’m stuck with him,” she says, taking a glass of champagne and ready to get drunk.

Callie takes the glass away from her. "No, you are not getting drunk tonight.” Natasha looks at her accusingly, “why may I ask?”

"The party’s about to get wild! We need someone sober to keep us in check. And that’s you.”

“What about Amelia?”

“She’s a child.”

“So why is she holding a champagne glass?”

Both women whipped their heads towards Penny’s rebellious 15-year-old daughter, locking eyes with her.

She bolted, with the glass. And they bolted after her.

—/—/—

After As soon as Natasha and Callie had Amelia under control (two grown women tackling her in the hallway before she swallows the champagne), they began helping around the party so that Penny wouldn't have to do anything. It was a nice evening.

Penny laughed and drank as she shared stories. Nat met some of Penny’s friends who were naval aviators in the 80s and 90s. They collectively geeked over the advancements and technological differences between their planes and eras. In addition, she learned a lot about fighter planes that you don’t find in the books, things that can only be known from experience.

When it was time to leave, Nat and Amelia, the only two sober people, called Uber for guests heading to their homes. They set up the living room and guest room for people staying at their place. As she waved goodbye to the last of the guests, a familiar blue Hondo rolls up to the driveway. Bradley looks out of the window to greet Nat, “How was the bachelorette?”

“It was flawless. What are you doing here?”

“Dropping these idiots to their homes, I’m the only sober person left.” He looks behind him, and Nat follows and is met by the image of Fanboy, Bob and Payback cuddled together in the backseat.

“heyyy Natasha!” a slurred voice comes from behind her to see Callie stumbling down the porch steps. Nat helps her into the backseat after slapping Mickey’s arm to scoot over. He grumbles something in Spanish that even she couldn’t make out but makes space for Callie to sit in the back seat.

“what’s up with Javy?” she asks as she sees the six-foot-something pilot sitting in the front seat frowning at the road ahead.

“Oh, he’s in a foul mood. His bestie didn’t show up.” “Wait, Jake wasn’t at the party?” she asks, confused.

“Yeah, I called him and he said he had the stomach flu. He canceled last minute; I didn’t have any time to check up on him. I’ll drop by his house tomorrow… Wait, Nat where are you going?” he asks as she starts to walk towards the house.

“Bradley, I’ll see you tomorrow. I… I recalled something I had to talk about with Penny.” She climbs the porch steps, quickly entering the house to see everyone settled for the night. She finds Amelia talking to a girl who looked like she was in her twenties. She bids them a quick goodbye and runs to her car, ready to go to Jake’s.

He was telling the truth.

Oh my god, how could she not realize this?

He missed Mav’s party. Jake Sersin, the biggest party animal of the Dagger Squad, would never miss a bachelor party.

This was serious.

---/---/---

It was never this disastrous. He closes the bathroom, after cleaning the basin for the fourth time that day because his dumbass decided to throw up in it, instead of the toilet.

He had food poisoning before, but it wasn't this severe. His whole body was aching, and his stomach was hurting. He should have listened to Natasha when she said that the hamburger was a terrible choice to eat at 3 in the evening. He also drank three whole bottles of beer that night just to spite Coyote.

“Sersin?” He stops on his way to the bed. Did he actually hear it, or was he dreaming? She can’t really be here.

"Sersin, are you there?” Nope, that was her voice. Funny how he could recognize her voice anywhere, even high on painkillers at the moment.

“Coming.” He manages to get out and walks toward the living room. As he enters, he sees Natasha standing in the middle of the room, frantically looking around. She was wearing a cream floral dress that reached just a bit below her knees, and her hair, oh, her hair! They were loose, the top half bound in a loose bun at the top.

He tries not to remember the last time she was at his house, in a somewhat similar outfit. “Hey.” He says, remembering that she cut his call before he could explain to her that this was not a prank and that he was actually sick.

Nat looks at him, his posture, how he was leaning against the wall trying to seem cool. The look on his face and dark circles revealed how tired he was. In a loose shirt and sweatpants, he looked like he would faint.

She felt terrible for cutting off the call, now that he could see he was telling the truth. “How are you?” "fine. Just, feeling really tired.”

She steps closer to him, “Jake, I thought you were pranking but then Bradley told me you were not at Mav’s party…”

“Hey, it’s alright, you didn’t know. I don’t blame you Trace." Seeing how her eyebrows scrunched together, her face itched with worry, he said, "It's fine."

“Did you eat?” she asks, finding his eyes as he avoided them.

“Yes.”

“Sersin.”

She calls out accusingly. “What? I did. I had a banana before taking my medicine-"

“A banana?”

“-And two apples. The doctor told me not to eat anything heavy, so I had some fruits. I kind of threw up earlier-“

“You’re vomiting!”

“-would you just listen!”

“Listen to what? How horrible it is to have an empty stomach when you have food poisoning! Please tell me you drank at least 4 liters of water.”

“…”

“Jake! Oh god.” She pushes her hair back, "Take a seat, I’ll make you something.” Saying so she heads to the kitchen.

He tries to follow her, saying, “Trace it’s 11 pm. Just go home, I'll be fine!" but stops when she looks at him two seconds from popping out and engaging in a diss match with him.

“I’ll be in the bedroom.” He says and leaves, not waiting for Natasha Trace to unleash her full wrath on him.

Some 20 minutes later Nat enters his room holding a bowl and a bottle of water. He sits up straight at the end of his bed. The bowl was filled with bananas cut into small pieces and mixed with yogurt. “My mom would make that when I would get sick. It tastes better than it looks I swear.” She sits next to him as she handed him the bowl. He takes it wordlessly, staring at it as she takes a seat next to him.

When he took a bite with a spoon, he didn't know if it was hunger, but it tasted absolutely incredible. She added a bit of sugar so that it doesn’t taste bland.

"Thank you," He smiles as he scoops up a big bite ready to dive in. He looks at her, their close proximity, her body so close to him. She looked so cute sitting next to him, her face angelic in the low lamp light of his bedroom.

“It’s getting late. Can you stay here tonight?” he slips up. Realizing what he just said, his heart races. “I guess.” She smiles and agrees. She gets up from the bed, heading towards his closet. "Anything in here I could change into?” she asks looking back at him. “Uh, there are some sweatshirts you can wear”

She pulls out an old sweatshirt and some shorts and heads to the bathroom. She comes back, wearing his sweatshirt and shorts, that hung off of her. Jake thought she looked beautiful in it. If this was any other situation, he would have made a comment or two about her having a crush on him to come to his house at night. But he just couldn’t.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” She says, searching for his eyes that were already looking at her. “Okay,” he responds, unable to find words to say otherwise. Natasha leaves, and Jake lies on the bed, trying to catch some sleep when the fact hits him like a brick.

She called him Jake.

Wednesday

The next morning, he wakes up to the blaring sound of his alarm. He shuts it off and heads out to the bathroom. He freshens up and gets to the kitchen, gets a bowl, and is about to empty some cereal in it when his eyes fall on Natasha.

She was sleeping peacefully on the couch, strands of hair escaping from her loose bun and hanging over her face. She looked ethereal in the morning light.

Jake kept staring at her and was shaken out of it when she stirred and opened her eyes. She slowly gets up and checks the time on her phone, her hair falling over her shoulder like a curtain. She had let it grow out after the Uranium mission. Her gaze then falls on Jake, standing at the kitchen counter looking at her with what she could only decipher as awestruck.

“You’re up,” she replies, smiling at the fact that he looked much better than last night. His bed hair was still there which made him look adorable. While Jake tried to find the right words to say, his heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to burst out at any moment as he tried to find the right words to say.

“Yeah, I… I slept well. What about you?”

“It was fine. I have to get going, have to report at base soon.” The statement made him look at the watch on his counter. It was 6:20. In order to wrap up all work before everyone went on leave the next day, they had to report at 7 a.m.

“Stay for coffee?” Jake says as Natasha gets up to fold the sheets. “Okay.” she smiles brightly at him. Someone is a morning person, thought Jake.

“Just make it black with-”

“-two sugars and a teaspoon of cream. I know.”

Natasha stared at him for a moment. She recalled her early days at Top Gun when every day she would run into Jake at the coffee shop on her way to the base. And he would mock her under his breath from behind as she ordered her coffee. That was two years ago.

“You actually remember that?” she asked, shocked. “Of course, I do,” he smirks as he hands her a mug filled to the brim with coffee, as he sat down on the couch. He pats the seat next to him and she flops on the couch.

“Thank you for this Sersin.”

“It’s alright… Trace.” He says her last name with hesitation, almost saying ‘Natasha’.

“Last night,” he begins, leaning back on the couch, “I’m really sorry for bailing out on you like that. I was intending to call you sooner, but my head was inside the toilet for the better part of the day-”

“Jake, it’s fine. I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t believe you and I was really rude. I thought this was some kind of prank you were pulling on me”

“Why would I prank you about me being sick?” a laugh escapes his lips.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re a butthead.” she laughed, and not the subtle laugh she always did. She threw her head back, showing her teeth and scrunching her nose and Jake’s heart did a somersault.

“Butthead, huh, now that’s a word I haven’t heard since middle school.” he lightly pushed her shoulder. “Hey!” she pushed him back, putting away her coffee mug to spar with him with both her hands.

But Jake was quick.

He caught her wrists before she could punch him and pulled her in. Natasha yelped as her chest hit him, their faces so close to each other. Jake forgot to breathe. And so did Natasha. He leaned forward, testing waters just like the last time, and no matter how desperately Natasha tried, she too leaned forward.

His lips were soft as feathers. Unlike when Natasha's brain was fogged with lust, she was clear as a day this time. Their lips worked in sync as Jake held her from the back of her neck. Natasha slipped her hand under his shirt, running her fingers across his chest. They were lost in each other, exploring their bodies as it was their first time, so much so that they didn’t hear the front door open.

They didn’t hear the footsteps as they approached the living room, nor the sudden silence in the atmosphere.

They broke out of trance only when they heard Bob.

“What the fuck?”

Phoenix pushed Jake away and turned around to see Rooster and Bob standing in the middle room, mouths hung open. As Jake sensed the tension in the air, he wasn't sure whether to breathe or not. “How did this…” Bob began to question the situation but Natasha was looking at Bradley looking at her clothing, Jake’s sweatshirt, that he has seen him in enough times to recognize anywhere. He was picturing them in another situation. Anyone with a functioning brain would make the same assumption as Bradley.

“I didn’t know that you two…” Bob’s voice was drowned out as Natasha stood up and looked at the three men, currently undergoing a lot of revelations at the moment. “I’ll see you all at the base, I have to go” giving Jake a look he would later decipher was a look mixed with embarrassment and longing, Natasha practically ran out the door towards her car.

—/—/—

“Bob, stop doing that,” Natasha whispers at him.

Since arriving on base, Bradley and Bob had teamed up on standing away from Natasha and Jake and staring at them ominously. “How did this happen? I just want to know because I’m trying really difficult to gaslight myself into believing it was a fever dream.” Bradley joins in, coming behind Bob.

“It's… ugh,” she grabs his arm and drags him to the couch in the common room and Bradley follows. They sit down and pick up a book lying on the table, just in case it looked like they were planning a coup.

“You remember Jason?” she begins.

“That two-faced son of a bitch who dumped you over text after cheating on you with his co-worker? Yes, I remember him.” venom dripped from Bradley’s voice as he recalled how heartbroken Natasha was after the incident.

Many did not know about Jason. Bradley did because at the time of her breakup he was the one to bring her ice cream and watch the 90s movies just to curse the ridiculous plot. Bob did because she told him after watching how he and Maria were meant to be, telling him about her biggest heartbreak.

“So, two years ago, the night he texted me, I drove to The Hard Deck to drown myself in alcohol. Penny was there to look after me." she sighs, recalling the night. “It was late, there were not a lot of people in there. Jake was there.” Bob and Bradley looked at each other in surprise. “He was coming over to just chat I guess, but I did a shit job of hiding my tears. One thing led to another and... we slept together.”

The three stayed silent for a while, and then Bob spoke up, “He manipulated you into sleeping with him while you were drunk!”

“No, No! Bob, I had like two beers. I wasn't even drunk. Everything that happened, it was consensual.” She sat up looking at both her best friends.

“Okay, okay we get it. But today at his place…”

“I don’t know, I just looked at him and… just…” she struggled to find the right words, an explanation as to why she kissed him.

There was none.

“You like him, Nat?” Bradley asked softly, holding her arm. “I don't know.” she took her head in her hands and exhaled.

—/—/—

It was a long day. He tried on multiple occasions to talk to Natasha, but she kept ignoring him. Bradley and Bob didn’t make it any easier, giving him a blank stare the entire day. It was a miracle the entire base didn’t know about this till now.

He sits in his car, heading home to wallow in his grief alone. The wedding was tomorrow, and he had no idea if Nat would still attend with him, after everything that had happened. He hears a knock on the window of his seat, finding Javy there. The man squinted at the window, knocking again for him to slide down the glass.

“Care to give me a ride, Jake? I hitched a ride with Payback, but he bailed on me." He laughed softly.

"Get in." He opens the door so he can climb into the passenger seat. Their houses were a block apart, so on the way, they caught up on everything. In between his flu and the arrangement with Nat, he had no time to talk to his best friend from the academy. He told them about the bachelor party and how Fanboy and Payback got too drunk and sang three Justin Bieber songs on karaoke until Pete himself begged them to stop. They laughed with tears coming out of their eyes as he showed him the video he took at the party.

As Jake pulled up to the driveway of Javy’s house, he turned to look at him. Javy smiled at him and asked, "You like her, Jake?"

Jake’s smile dropped as he looked at Javy. How did he… “Oh come on man! You really thought I wouldn't know? I see the way you look at her. Like she hung the moon and stars for you.”

Jake turned red, and he couldn’t help but smile as his friend caught him red-handed.

"Just tell her before it's too late, Jake. You never know if you will get a second chance or not." With that, he gets out of his car and walks inside his house.

Jake sits in the dark for a while, sifting through the words that just fell out of Javy’s mouth.

He recalls the morning after when he smiled before opening his eyes, expecting Nat to be sleeping next to him, thinking about asking her out for coffee, or breakfast. And how devastated he was to find her absent, just a note left at his bedside written by her.

Thank you.

-N

On reaching the base, he found out she had taken a leave. When Nat returned, she had returned to how she had been, and their relationship had reverted to calling names and making fun of each other. He never asked her or told her about how he felt. He regretted that for God knows how long, and some part of him still does.

This was his second chance. And he has to take it.

Thursday

The Blue, a wedding venue in Miramar, was on a hillside just next to the ocean. It was a beautiful sunny day, the snowy clouds in the bright blue sky scattered like they would in a painting. The tent was set up for the reception, providing space for all 35 guests. The flower arch over the stage was decorated with beautiful blue and white daisies. The stage was cleaned and swept and set up with a mic for the wedding officiator. The aisle was white, with miniature plane charms hanging from each chair as the guests began to settle in them, all in awe of the atmosphere around them. Waiting for the bride and groom to arrive

The Blue was where Nick “Goose” Bradshaw tied the knot with Carole, and where Tom “Iceman” Krazansky said his vows with Sarah.

And today, it was hosting the wedding of the man who was closest to both of them. Fate was cruel to Pete for they were not here today. Nick being his best man would try to calm him by saying stuff like “It’s just five minutes Mav, and then you’ll be sipping margaritas with Penny in Hawaii” and Tom would just rile him up “Ten bucks you will cry like a baby watching her coming down the aisle” just to see what happens.

But as Pete looked in the mirror of his hotel room, wearing his black suit with a sad smile on his face, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He looked in the mirror at the man whose hand was on his shoulder. God, he looked so much like him. Bradley squeezed his shoulder. “They know Mav, and they are here. Both of them are.” Pete turned to give him a tight hug. It was impossible not to shed the tear he had been holding in since the dawn of the day.

—/—/—

Jake smiled at the duo, recalling how mere months ago Bradley was ready to throw hands with Pete. Now he is the one who would hand him the ring that was meant for Penny.

“Alright boys,” Pete says, wiping a tear and slapping a hand on Bradley’s shoulder, “Let’s do this.” the groomsmen got ready to walk out of the room and toward the stage.

The guests turned as the boys walked up the aisle, first Pete, and then Jake, Javy, Mickey, Bob, and Reuben behind him. They smiled and waved at people around them, some familiar faces from the base and some new. Jake looked to the officiator on the stage to discover it was none other than Hondo, their trusted 'push-up instructor' (a nickname that stuck after the dagger squad's first punishment).

The music played as everyone stood up for the bride to walk in. But it soon transitioned into “Footloose” by Kenny Loggins. In came Bradley in a crisp black suit and Amelia in a light blue frock wearing aviators, throwing flowers down the aisle while doing a whole dance routine. Everyone cheered and danced, and the boys couldn’t help but join them in the end.

Finally, Bradley and Amelia did a fist bump and took their places as the Best Man and Maid of Honor. The music changed, and Penny walked in.

He heard Pete’s breath hitch as soon as he saw Penny. She looked like an angel in the long white dress. Her dark hair was styled in a way that it was on a side. She held a bouquet of white and blue flowers, and unlike recent fashion, she wore a short translucent veil, covering her face. His gaze lingered from her to Pete, and then back again. He couldn't help wondering how two people could love each other so much, as their eyes were filled with nothing but love.

And then he saw a blur of lilac fabric right behind Penny.

Lilac.

Natasha came in view, her hair in a braided crown, holding a bouquet, and wearing that damn lilac dress. He felt warm in his chest, and the warmth slowly spread to his whole body as she neared. She was smiling at Pete, looking at how he was looking at Penny, and when her gaze turned to him, she smirked.

Jake forgot to breathe. As he took a long inhale, he realized his mouth was hanging open. His eyes found Natasha, now standing behind Penny on the stage, and she laughed at him.

Told you she mouthed.

And Jake couldn’t help but laugh himself. He now knew what Penny and Pete were feeling for each other. Because he felt the same way.

—/—/—

The opening notes of the slow song filled the air as the sun set down and the sky turned a beautiful shade of orange. Natasha took a long gulp of champagne, looking at Pete and Penny having their first dance as husband and wife.

She could describe the wedding as magical. It was magical.

Penny’s smile didn’t falter even a bit the whole day, and Pete was a blushing mess. She looked as Pete whispered something in her ear, and Penny’s jaw dropped. She hid her face in the crook of his neck as he laughed.

She has seen all her life the kind of love they shared. Her parents singing their favourite song as she sat in the backseat, her Cheerleader classmates kissing their Quarterback boyfriends after winning the game, the old couple walking down her college dorm every day holding hands, the barista from the coffee shop almost spilling the drink over herself as soon as the girl across the street came in for her order.

And now Penny and Pete.

They were true, and the cutest couple she ever came across.

She looked at the Dagger squad sitting around her, everyone lost in chatting and having a good time. Somehow Mickey and Javy had got hold of two sticks and were having a swordfight, and Callie and Neil (callsign - Omaha) were recording the whole thing on her phone, Reuben was holding on to his chair for dear life so he doesn’t fall down from laughing too hard and Maria was sitting on Bob’s lap as he rubbed circles on her back, looking at her when she was busy watching the newlyweds.

And then she found Jake, sitting next to Bradley. His hair was intact, and his blazer was open. He looked straight out of a movie. He had a soft smile etched on his face, as he looked at her.

"Bradshaw!" Amelia calls out, "I think we asked them to keep this PG.” Natasha looked behind her to see Amelia looking at Bradley and pointing toward the couple. Pete was kissing Penny and she was caressing his neck.

“Nah, I think we should let them off tonight. It’s their wedding after all,” he replied, raising his eyebrows at the girl in front of him.

She sits next to him, “so what does that make us, now that Pete and my mom are married?” Natasha now turned to the duo, looking at how the little girl was looking at Bradley with total confidence, and Bradley staring back with the same intensity. “Your adopted step-brother?” he furrows his brows as he says that.

The dagger squad sitting around him burst into laughter that instant. Amelia rolls her eyes as Bradley rubs his face with embarrassment. “I always wanted a dumbass brother. Let’s dance,” and she drags Bradley to the dance floor. Natasha watches as Bradley and Amelia dance together, and other couples join the dance floor.

“Care to dance?” Natasha looks to her side to see Jake standing by her, holding out his hand. She looks at his hand and then at his face, the smile on it. It wasn’t one of the cocky grins he did that made her blood boil, this was his genuine smile, his true self.

She takes his hand, just like he did two years ago at The Hard Deck when he took her off to somewhere she could forget the ache in her heart.

He escorted her to the dance floor, sneaking an arm around her waist and the other holding her hand. All while his gaze never wavered from hers. Natasha placed her hand on his shoulder and slowly started to sway to the music.

“How are you?” she asks him. “Great. Now that you are here," he smiles.

She laughed at the comment, scrunching up her nose. "Was that... Was that cheezy?” he asks her, heat rising to his face.

“A bit,” she says, returning her gaze to him. She wanted to remember this, him. The twinkle in his eyes, the loose tie around his neck, the texture of his grey blazer, and the small wrinkles around his eyes were adorable when he smiled for real.

Jake’s heart was beating fast, as he stared at the loose strands of Natasha's hair escaping her crown, how her dress felt under his hands, the dip of her waist, and her eyes. Oh, her eyes. He could swear that no one has ever looked at him the way she was right now.

“I wanted to say something.” Jake starts.

“Me too.”

“I am an idiot-”

“I know”

“-to not tell you this sooner. I wanted to for a long time.” He stops dancing and just looks at her.

“I-” he begins, he had so much to say.

Whenever she laughed or gave him the side eye when he annoyed her, her voice on his radio made him smile. It was her who made him feel like this, like...

Like he loved her.

But before the words passed his lips, he heard her voice, “I really like you, Jake.” And he swore he was done for right then and there.

“I really like you too, Natasha," he said, feeling giddy. Saying her name and hearing his name from her.

They smiled at each other, as Natasha gripped his hand tighter. Jake pulled her closer, their bodies flush together. They leaned toward each other in tandem, lips ghosting just inches apart as they looked each other in the eyes, and then, they kissed.

—/—/—

“I knew that was gonna happen!” Callie gasped catching Niel’s attention. They kept staring at Natasha and Jake kissing on the dance floor.

Mickey gave Reuben a confused glance and Javy nodded as he sipped his drink. Bob and Bradley looked at each other on the dance floor, smiling at the scene.

All in all, it was a happy ending for everyone.

Sequel! (Mickey Garcia x fem!Reader) || Call Out My Name

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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[imaginespazzi]

Hi bestie 🥰

Sorry it took me a lil while to check in but I wanted to make sure I formed some sensical thoughts after reading part 1! Although, this might actually all be non-sensical because I’m still reeling from it all and I’m nowhere near as articulate but anyway, here goes (side note: am I listening to if the world was ending while writing this? you bet I am):

WOW WOW WOW, the beginning? My heart broke immediately and as the biggest angst fiend, I was like oh- this- this is gonna be immaculate I already know.

And of course it was. OF COURSE IT WAS.

The photos of them on the wall?? And Paige’s realisation of how much she fucked up cos Azzi never once let go even though Paige ignored her for a WHOLE FUCKING YEAR!!!

The flashback to when Azzi broke the UCLA news to Paige; yeah you ATE that. I know you said you might take inspiration from my suggestion and that’s pretty much how it played out in my mind, only your version was a hundred thousand times better- like the talent is just unmatched.

Paige’s first reaction being “BUT YOU NAMED YOUR DOG STEWIE!!!!” Is so fucking real lmao, I laughed and cried.

Nika standing ten toes down for her twin always, I respect it.

And Jealous Paige? Yeah my favourite trope fr ✊ (also the fact that she already got jealous of carol of all ppl?? lmao, i can't even imagine how she'd react to seeing Azzi with someone that's actually into her 😭)

And then the ending?? You’re sick for that cos see now that’s all I’ll be thinking about until we get the next part (making your fics my roman empire? it’s only fair)

Thoughts on what might come next (which you should totally ignore if it's not what you have in mind bcos again, your brain >>> my pea-sized brain):

Imma need Paige to suffer a lot bit LMAO, like sorry to her but girlie deserves to pay for freezing out princess FOR A YEAR.

Like I know that’s the love of your life Azzi babygirl, but you better make blondie work. beg. grovel.

I also feel like Azzi’s teammates wouldn’t be so accepting of Paige straight away? They’d be super protective of Azzi cos like that’s pookie, who wouldn’t be?? And they were the ones who witnessed just how much she was hurting during her freshman year and how often she waited for a call that never came, so yeah Paige really gonna have to prove herself 😌

Anyhooo, to sum it up, you outdid yourself and then some bestie. Your stories genuinely give me the best escape from reality and I cannot express how thankful I am for you taking the time and effort to write masterpieces like that for us.

Oh finally, the tagline for the story being "everything changes, except the ending" - pure genius, in my humble opinion.

Until next time 💗

-🙋‍♀️ (I’ve decided to fully stick to this as my signature)

Hi bestieeee, I'm so, so, so, glad you liked it. Like I wanted everyone to like it of course, but you especially, it's very important to me that you like it.

Bestie, you helped so much with how Azzi would reveal it/Paige's reaction, like so much of that is your brain work, I just put it into words and I'm glad it turned out how you imagined it.

Lmao I wanted Paige's initial reaction to be so random and I was like WAIT, how is she going to bring a dog named Stewie to UCLA (again more proof that it was always gonna be UConn for her).

Jealous Paige is my favorite version of Paige because it's a) really fun to write and b) really hot to imagine. And it's only going to get worse for her.

Nika needs to be team Paige because I fear Azzi's teammates are about to be menaces to her and not in a good way.

I was actually gonna end it with Azzi running out and then have none of the stuff outside but I think it was important for them to have that conversation and I wanted them to kiss teehee

My current (loose) summary for the next part in terms of plot is "Azzi goes on a date and Paige goes insane" so trust bestie, blondie will in fact suffer. 😈

Always so happy to see you babe, come back with more suggestions or just to ki-ki whenever. 💗💗💗

#ask #fic talk #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3

[v-anrouge]

Dogs I can picture them owning! (DIFFERENR FROM THE BREEDS THEY WOULD BE!) (I would love a Chinese crested! )

Riddle: he’s a Doberman owner if I’ve ever seen one! Stern, scheduled, rules for everything! Dobie would be so happy with him!

Trey: Labrador, who is really old, and really fat. Trey can’t say no to puppy eyes, so his dog gets fat fast. But he does make sure all food is safe for the pooch!

Cater: the most spoiled Pomeranian, maybe a Chinese crested. Little Velcro dog, and I feel his dog would be the most spoiled dog!

Deuce: some sort of rescue mutt, maybe a Shepard mix.

Ace: another mutt boy, his and Deuce’s dogs are besties.

Leona: Samoyed, soft fluffy pillow! His dog would end up as his emotional support dog probably, loves the dog more than he will admit.

Ruggie: is friends with all the strays, but doesn’t “own” any of them

Jack: husky, good in the cold, and LOVES running and hiking! Enough energy to finally keep up with Jack’s workouts!

Azul: i can only picture Azul with some white furry cat to finish off his mob boss persona. Maybe a Maltese or Pekingese

Jade: Jade probably trains his to help him hunt mushrooms. Maybe a bloodhound or a terrier mix…

Floyd: mutt, another emotional support dog, helps keep him stable and helps limit major mood swings. Would have to be a bigger dog though, can’t picture Floyd with a small dog

Kalim: King Charles spaniel, spoiled little brat of a dog.

Jamil: Anatolian Shepard, hard workers, and the dog probably has some sort of satchel so Jamil can carry a lot around.

Vil: another Doberman owner, and is great with diet control cause WHY DO THEY ALWAYS GET BLOAT!?!

Rook: a bunch of grand basset griffon vendeens, little scent hounds from France, laid back babes. Or petit basset griffon vendeen, who are more rabbit hunters than just scent hounds. All I know is he would own a pack of hounds!

Epel: keeshond, which a spitz breed, super friendly and outgoing, but protective of their territory so Epel’s dog would be a great guard dog for their apple trees

Idia: only would own a cat. Not a dog person.

Ortho: (if i misspell this imma cry) kromphorlander…kronforlander…which is a companion breed, sensitive and sweet

Malleus: Pekingese to bring in his royal brand even more. His dog is a spoiled baby who only likes Malleus, and always wants to be held.

Lilia: a mastiff, probably an ex war dog, who is a lazy loaf of a dog now!

Silver: rat terrier, a small bit hyper dog who would happily wake Silver up for play time!

Sebek: broholmer, a silent guard dog, who is very independent, but I could also see Sebek with a Doberman

Crowley: a t’osa, a patient and sweet dog who happily sits at the front door to guard it. I can just see his dog sitting at his desk, by his feet to guard

Crowely:volpino Italian which is a little white puff who happily does exercises then happily cuddles on the couch!

Vargas: a boxer, sweet heart of a dog who is ready to work and run!

Sam: tibétain mastiff, a good guard dog who is aloof. Won’t refuse a pat, but doesn’t react to it. Good cuddle partner at the end of the day.

i know nothing about dogs but everything you say i trust you so much also VIK W A DOBERMAN GRAHAHH It would probably be named something very cute in German

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 reblogger

[mysticstarlightduck]

Incorrect Quotes Tag!

I was kindly tagged by @rickie-the-storyteller for this one! You can find their post here.

And here is the link to the actual Incorrect Quotes Generator.

(The rules of the tag game involve using the generator to create incorrect quotes of your OCs)

For this one, I will be using characters from The Last Wrath (I might tweak, add to or adapt some of the quotes slightly but most of them will be untouched)

Brace yourselves, cause this one is about to get very long - because I have a big character cast and love chaos. (:

THE LAST WRATH -

VALLERIUS:  Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

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EMRYC:  Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

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PEREGRINE:  Pros and cons of dating me: Pros, you’ll be the cute one. Cons, holy shit where do I begin -

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SYBIL: I know what a prism is! It’s where you put bad people. 

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LUKAN (drunk): I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me, hate me with every fiber of your being.

ISOLDE: (staring at him with a “I’m dead inside expression”): Go big or go home.

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TANWIN: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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KADEN (after falling from a tree) : I’m a fool, not an idiot.

NYX: You’re both.

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SEIRA (after Peregrine accepts the Bloodbind Ritual on himself and fails to realize why she is so upset at him):  What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Seira: is such a nice person, Seira is so happy-go-lucky! Seira can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Seira CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Seira IS in a bad mood.

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THE HIDDEN ROOM IN THE SORCERER’S TOWER: I give you a cursed amulet!

HELIOS : Cool! It’ll make me look cute, and the shadow that follows me will make me more active, I’ll get out more!

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DARIAN (while being hunted down across the continent by an Empire and a horde of assassins) :  Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

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MORWAN (already five cups of wine in, still not drunk):  You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

YUNA (chugging a bottle of rum across the table): Honestly, same.

NADINNE (daintily sipping a cup of tea): Should I... be concerned?

MORWAN: Maybe, babe

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CASSANDER: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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EMRYC:  I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

ANSELL (nearly in tears, chasing down Emryc): It’s the third time this week - put that thing back where it came from!

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NETHEN (at some point after his father allowed the Emperor to execute Elain): Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance, and emotional damage!

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JULYAN:  I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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BRYN at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

ANSELL and The Squad (deeply concerned, turning to Ellinor and Nethen): Are you still sure this is the right guy for the job?

ELLINOR with a proud smile: Yep, that’s the one!

NETHEN: *looking straight at Bryn* I’m pretty sure that guy is clinically insane... Imma be his best friend!

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AZRA (at 3AM):  I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

RAELEN (with a feral grin and sleep deprived eyes): DO IT

NYX (awakened and confused): Please don’t. 

KADEN AND SYBIL: *already chugging down a fishbowl with that precise mix in the background*

JULYAN (torn between pride and deep concern as he stares straight at Raelen and Azra): *quietly* I raised these kids

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JAMIE: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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BRYN:  I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

(In the background, as Bryn has just popped out of thin air and spoke without prompting, Ansell’s soul has yet to return to his body.)

**

ISOLDE (being physically held back by Arammis):  I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

PEREGRINE: *nods in agreement to her statement*

**

DARIAN: I've got a weapon, and I'm... admittedly VERY afraid to use it!

**

TRYSTAN (Peregrine’s mentor and brother-figure, has been rambling on about this for more than an hour) -  I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Imperial Guards that have him Imprisoned: PLEASE SHUT UP

**

ZEPHYR (Age 14, fresh out of the destruction of Eldon and deeply cursed): I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

**

BRYN, TANWIN AND ORYON (collectively):  Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count

**

JULYAN, an antisocial fire mage:  Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

**

Also Julyan, an antisocial fire mage:  *sets himself on fire and screams in agony, only to start laughing uncontrollably* Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

(In response to that) Oryon, running on 2 hours of sleep, having to deal with being this dumbass’ healer 24/7 in an enemy dungeon: If you do that again, I will personally yeet myself out of the tallest window I can find. No, as a matter of fact, I will yeet both of us out of a window. TRY ME.

**

ZEPHYR (in his time searching for an anti-magic spell in the Liranthian Academies):  Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

**

LUCIYA (yelling at Willen/Raven):   Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve! We grew up together, how could you not know this - 

**

AZRA, about the feral dragon that has decided to adopt him:  I can't believe there's a dragon somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love dragons. And she's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter her! What a treat.

**

ORYON (after befriending Julyan and Nesryn) -  I have met some of the most insufferable people! *stops to think, suddenly concerned* But they also met me -

**

MYRAH, at the slightest of inconveniences -  I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

**

ARAMMIS, done with the bullshit she witnesses on a daily basis at the royal court of Faravvia:  I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

**

ZEPHYR, in the middle of the night, unprompted:  I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

INNARA, writing in her diary with a glitter pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

(In the background) JAMIE: *sobs* STOP TALKING AT 2 AM AND LET ME SLEEP, FOR FUCKS SAKE -

**

TRYSTAN (right after Peregrine screws up majorly and almost gets himself killed): My expectations were low, but I guess they can always go lower.

**

NYX:  My ultimate goal is to punch the Emperor in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

SYBIL: Isn’t our mere existence enough to do that?

KADEN: Nah. It isn’t petty enough. 

NYX, proud: That’s what I’m talking about!

AZRA: We’re all gonna die, aren’t we?

RAELEN: Yep, but it will be glorious.

**

CIRIEN: The next time I open up to someone, I’ll die and it'll be my autopsy.

BRYN, panicking: Please don’t.

**

(And last but not least)

Tagging (gently): @lassiesandiego @writernopal @lyutenw @clairelsonao3 @elshells @gummybugg @liv-is @repressed-and-depressed @jasperygrace @jay-avian

SEIRA: *takes a free sample twice* Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

#writing #funny quotes #writers on tumblr #my characters #my wip

[billkaulitzwife]

CAN YOU DO MORE HEADCANNONS ON PONYBOY???

HEY KURT AND YEA OFC!!

okay imma do sfw and nsfw bc.... well kurt ik you.

warnings!

swearing, nsfw, mention of sêx, idk what else...

Now playing: your favourite dress

rip lil peep. we (i) miss u.

SFW :))

Dates.

This man loves dates.

He'd always take you to whatever movies you'd like or anything paul mcfuckin newman😃

This kid has a death wish

Like he'll obliterate ANY soc last dares put his eyes on you

He loves when you play with his hair and pull him into kisses by the tufts of hair on his neck

Pony really likes kisses

LIKE

PLEASE KISS THIS MANS FACE

TELL HIM HES PRETTY

HE WILL MELT

He seems like if Johnny didn't die he'd be a silver guy, but after he was always gold.

luckily im my au johnny is well and alive

bobs js.

dead.

BUT

Pony is so in love with you he pushes SHERRY MCFUCKING VALENCE away

Ever since y'all got together, Soda would be really protective of not js him

but you.

like you grew on him.

ur his sibling in law

Pony felt really happy Soda and Darry accepted you so quick

You were in the gang anyways.

Pony blushes when you kiss him

Like over text this man is so bold

"Hey Y/N i miss your pretty face"

"kicking my legs"

"Y/N you shld come over my brothers arent home"

but irl hes like

too tense

he doesnt wanna like hurt you or make you uncomfortable

but he still yk made a move

When you asked him out (or he asked you) his hands were sweatier than Satan's ballsack dude.

Like???

hyperhidrosis who?

He gets nervous when y'all kiss

he feels like if he just went for it he'd faceplant into you

ykwim babes?

yea... yea you do cutie

ik yall love me.

hes defo a lil peep stan

he loves idk how to say it but like calling you nicknames that dont fucking correlate to ur name

like my friend calls her boyfriend applesauce and i feel pony would call you like...

tuna

(if u cant tell im tired)

he loves when you get along with addi(me)

he'd probably love motionless in white if he was a metalhead

but he defo like Elvis, The Crests, Beach Boys, etc.

HE WOULD HATE THE MINIONS MOVIES

IDK WHY HE JUST WOULD

his fav princess would be Ariel

im not sure why

he'd js be like "ugh im so her"

Like.

Ponyboy

Michael

Curtis

get yo shi together

he definitely smells like cigs and lavender old spice

hes a sucker

his favourite flavour anything is grape or banana.

NSFW >:)

he's a sucker for braiding ur hair (if its long) or just tugging on it in general

motherclucker knows your weak spots on ur neck and stomach

this man wld mess up ur makeup

ofc he believes in aftercare unlike

*cough cough* dallas *cough cough*

hes a praise guy. hates degrading you.

pony would probably do the "bop it" position

js like ol dally taught him😋

he loves boobs.😋

like when youre getting undressed this man is like baffled

"whatd you get on the scie- woah.😍"

"they looked at me first, Y/N."

He loves sluttying (is that a word) up your nickname

Like for example

with my name, addi, he'd probably get in my ear and whine it

but thats my brother.

so

ANYWAYS

he loves being called puppy

or even you js sayin pony

hes like a switch

turned on

im so severely tired and dehydrated.

okay bye i love u all goldens 🫶

#darry curtis #greasers #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #the outsiders 1983 #two bit mathews #dallas winston #dally winston #keith mathews #c thomas howell #matt dillon #ralph macchio #patrick swayze #tom cruise #rob lowe #emilio estevez #stay gold ponyboy #ponyboy headcanons #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #darrel curtis #please send help im so dehydrated #FUCK MY SLEEP SCHEDULE

[clone-whore-99]

Been having thoughts of distracting Tech while he works by gently tilting his chin up to look at his partner, then they stroke a hand through his hair to pull him from the strain of work. Taking care of him after a long mission or when he refuses to stop working and needs a gentle reminder he can only protect his squad if he cares for himself at the same time, be that through giving him a massage, spending quality time with him or bringing him food and water.

He is fully capable, but needs gentle reminders to care for himself... and his brothers are not always the most aware of how much Tech does and how he works himself to the bone.

Yes, omg YES ANON Tech may be a genius, but he is an idiot when it comes to taking care of himself (Idk how to properly formulate this as a fic/headcanon, so imma just write whatever's on my mind)

Take a break

Tech x Reader (In an established relationship)

No warnings, just a tired Tech and a Reader trying their best to get him to take a break

It starts out with the boys™ coming back from a mission. Where most of them either goes to wind down or sleep, Tech just grabs the latest project he's been working on and continues the work.

You ofcourse come up behind him and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, gently caressing his hair while giving his cheek and neck subtle kisses. You ask him to come to bed with you, so he can finally relax, but Tech gives you his usual "In a moment, once I'm done with this" excuse. By now you've learnt to just let him be. For now, at least.

But as you wake up the next morning, Tech is still sitting by his workbench with bags under his eyes so big and dark, it's hard to tell where they end and the goggles begin.

Again, you try to persuade him into taking a break, but the man is in his zone and hard to reach.

Instead you decide to give him what you know he can't refuse. A big cup of caff and a healthy breakfast.

When the man is still not reacting, you take it to the next step - you unclasp his chestpiece and begin to massage his shoulders. You leave small kisses from the top of his head down to his ear, where you whisper: "Tech, babe, take a break. Get something to eat, get some rest. You need it."

Small moans make an escape through his lips, as your hands work out some of tension stored in his neck and shoulders - and boy is it a lot of tension.

"Yes Darling, of course, in a minute. I just gotta -"

"You just gotta finish this real quick" you finish his sentence for him, but do not allow him to finish the project.

You grab the project with ease out of his worn-out, tired hands and place it on the table with the food and caff. In order to stop Tech from reaching for it, you slide into his lap and starts playing with his hair. This never fails to break him.

Tech wraps his arms around you and lets you cuddle into him, as he begins eating his food and drinking his caff - the exhaustion from his non-stop work finally hitting him.

"You gotta be more careful love," you whisper into the crook of his neck, still gently caressing and massaging what you can reach without getting in the way. "I know you want protect your squad, but you can't do that if you're too exhausted to even hold onto something."

"I know," Tech sighs.

"Good." You leave a gentle kiss by his temple as you take off his goggles, letting the genius clone relax his tired eyes.

Divider: Unknown and @djarrex

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[justcallmeano]

Bill and Ted requests :)

Hiii! You sent me a request so I’m sending you a request. Can you do Bill and Ted (it doesn’t have to be poly if you don’t want to write it poly. One or the other is fine) and reader head cannons? If not that’s perfectly fine 😅

-Ghost

WOO uhh no gender was specified soo...Gn reader ig

Im gonna do seperate and ya cant stop me either and this ask wasnt specifically asking for i certain genre sooo Imma just do it in general

William Stanley Preston Esq.

We all know bill ._. Dumb, Cute, Funny, obviously not the best at subjects.. Especially history but ofc he know better enough to shut something down! especially if it is making him, ted, or y/n uncomfortable

Lets just say one day you ask him "hey bill, why do you call yourself esquire?" and he's like "Oh well.. Because it sounds pretty cool and also because I heard that esquire is a british title descended from the position squire, an apprentice to a knight or something like that"

I see him as a heavily pansexual lmao HE DOESNT KNOW IT YET BUT I SMELL IT OFF HIM

Bill and Y/n.. they for sure hang out at his house way more, especially for band practice and bc teds father is a dick and we dont wanna hear yelling about alaska or military school whatsoever meanwhile we doing arts and crafts for a damn science project or smth 😭😐 so you both hang out more in bill's place or better yet .. Just hang out at 7/11, they had 7/11 in 1986 right? EITHER WAY, you hang out with bill at his house or go somewhere else for a date 😋

Any arguments? Forgive and forget babe, dont focus on ths past. I see bill on his knees begging adorably for forgiveness for bein stoopid AND WHY WOULD YOU NOT FORGIVE DIS MAN?!? but then again, I can promise you! Not a lot of arguments would even be happening tbh, y'all are chilling and killin like villains 😎

If you are ever caught wearing his crops tops, like he just showered and it smelt like him soooo why tf not?? right?! He's been dreaming of it, this was a sight to die for 😩

"Woah, babe.. You look ... excellent, like.. down rightoues!"

Ted is totally third wheeling, like.. how could not?? He might as well but be apart of the relario ship already -_- EVEN IF HE WAS THIRD WHEELING ON SOME OF UR DATES, EITHER YOU OR BILL (possibly mostly you) WILL BUY HIM A GIFT SO IT FELT LIKE HE WAS SORTA THERE TOO 😭💗 A switch but probably more dom but depends on what he feels, i feel like he could a lil pervy too but hey you chose to date bill so good luck

invites you to brand practice almost every fucking day, It never gets old and it never will (until he moves to santa carla wink wink)

Ted "theodore" Logan

Ted is.. ted :) but like... Special, ya know?

ted is sweet, like bill but just way too sweet cuz his brain is always brrr, ya know? 😃

He gets you gifts, treats you like a queen, always so kind, so understanding(or tries to be cuz brain go brrr 24/7)

If ur short, he will literally pick you up and carry you cuz u his queen(or king) 🙄😩

YOU PROTECT HIM FROM HIS DAMN FATHER

Lowkey, depending on you. you could possibly make a good impression on his dad, especially if ur his gf/study partner (or bf! either way, you get the point)

You probably babysat his brother a few times , lets just say he probably looks to you tbh

JUST AN OPINION BUT UHM.. I feel like, he would mostly be sub in sex like almost ALL THE TIME like i dont see him being all that dominant tbh, just me? well go away 😭 Ted just slips into the submissive for me, OKAY?! he just seems so adorable 😕😐

Arguments with ted? pfft, funny. You're a really- .. You're a funny person! like omgird you got some jokes

Loves thay you get along with his father better than him, he could learn a thing or two from as well with his brother. You might as well be another parent to his brother or smth, like ur a child whisperer-

ted gives me a vibe that speaks for itself way too loudly "The stoner type" ya know? If ur dating him and friends with bill in the future then I feel like they start smoking at 18 and 19 (18 for ted and 19 for bill)

Calls you an excellent babe, like bill but sweeter in a way?

Swoons when he sees you in his clothes or like his sweaters/shirts/pants/anything for that matter 💗💗

I tried my best,im so sorry if its whack. new to writing so personally it doesnt bother me a lot but still ;-;