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queenimmadolla · 2 months

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drabbles! how about reader and eddie telling penny and wayne theyre expecting maple?

𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐦!𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (don't have to read but you'll want to)

“I’ll tell them. It’s fine.” Your voice sounds so defeated over the phone and Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. He hates it, hates that he’s the reason for it.

Here he is, telling you everything’s gonna get better, that the two of you will be okay—that your family will be okay, and already he’s had to let you down.

After a particular nasty fight that led to a comforting tryst, you were pregnant again. Giving Eddie his third baby. And all he’s given you lately is disappointment.

“This leg is just three weeks, baby.” He promises, voice urgent because you have to believe him. Things have gotten shitty between the two of you but Eddie’s determined to change them, needs you to know that, “I’ll make it home on our off days.”

But he won’t be home when you’re telling his kids they’re getting another sibling. It’s fucked. And he wants to argue, tell you to just wait until he gets back in town this week—but the thing is, even though he’s promising and desperately hoping he’ll be able to make it, it would be just his luck for something to happen at the last minute.

He wants to punch a wall until his bones tear through the skin of his knuckles.

“Okay, Eds.” Still defeated, but you don’t sound like you hate him, a change from recent phone conversations and you’re short with him so he knows you don’t want to talk to him for much longer.

He does take a few moments, eyes still shut as he hones in on your breathing. Trying to imagine you right next to him instead of thousands of miles away.

“I know things aren’t as pleasant as we want them to be. I swear to god, they’re gonna change. I’m not losing you. I’m not. I love you, baby.” He whispers, voice low and raspy. He’s fully expecting the love you, too followed by dial tone, so Eddie practically starts silently weeping when he gets more than that.

“I love you, too, Eddie.” It doesn’t sound distant, as though you were already mentally out of the conversation. You’re still present for it, and it doesn’t sound like a weight on you.

The dial tone doesn’t come, you’re waiting for Eddie to end the phone call. A change.

With a faint sniffle, and after a few more moments of comforting silence, he does.

You hang the phone back on the receiver then pad over to the living room. The tv is on, some animated film displayed on the screen that manages to hold your children’s attention. Not much could do that as of late.

“You guys got a minute?” You ask, making yourself comfortable on one end of the couch. Your five year-old son, Wayne, moves over to you and practically wraps your arms around him as he cuddles into your side.

Penny mutes the TV with the remote and you know you have their full attention.

“I know things have felt a little weird lately, but I don’t want you to think it’s a bad thing, okay? Things are just changing.”

“Like what?” Penny asks, giving you the perfect opportunity. This has to be a good, has to be a positive thing happening for them even though you had no idea how to feel yourself.

“Like the amount of troublemakers under my roof.”

Penny’s gasp is loud and dramatic, eyes wide in excitement as she immediately catches onto your meaning.

“ARE YOU GONNA HAVE A BABY?!”

Wayne’s face is the opposite of Penny’s, mouth wide open and looking downright offended with the level of side-eye he’s giving you. His top lip is curled in disgust, gums and teeth on display. You would have thought you’d just stolen his childhood instead of just telling him you’re pregnant.

Oh, boy.

At least, you’d have something funny to break the ice with when Eddie called in a few hours.

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chungledown-bimothy · 9 months

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The Fix's Facts

The Big Guy:

-For every snake, there is one snake dick. Snakes have 2 dicks. (said thrice)

The Scattered Mind:

-The tails on a swallowtail butterfly's wings don't serve any aerodynamic purpose. They're there so birds will grab them, at which point they'll break off and the swallowtail can escape.

-Eyes can't be itchy. They, unlike the membranes around them, don't have itch receptors.

-More than half the bones in your body are in your hands and feet.

F For Freezer: (and for facts!)

-The urethra contains taste receptors

-When eagles grip onto something, they have to flex a muscle to let go. An eagle can hold onto something so hard that even after it dies, it never lets go.

-Most of the pyramids on Earth are in Sudan.

-Pelicans have three stomachs, one of which is just for bones.

-Acids are easy to detect, oxygen and carbon dioxide are not. But when carbon dioxide meets water, like it does in our blood, it creates carbonic acid. This means our bodies can detect the presence of carbon dioxide, but not the presence or absence of oxygen.

If we are deprived of oxygen, we have no idea that that is happening as long as we are breathing out carbon dioxide. If we are not breathing oxygen, we just go to sleep and die. But if we allow the CO2 to build up, we panic. We flail. We break. Until finally, we die.

Grappling With Death:

-People can have constipation so bad that it will back up and impact their vagus nerve. As they are eliminating that impacted stool, it can have an effect on the nervous system so great that they forget who they are. Constipation-related amnesia. A woman in Tokyo forgot who she was for 8 hours.

-Bones are living.

-The reason we produce blood inside of our bones is because it's one of the places that's safest from UV radiation.

-There are some birds that can produce a nutritious substance that's a kind of milk. It's almost like lactation, but it evolved separately (convergent evolution). Pigeons do it.

-There are some salamanders that feed their babies their own skin

BONUS ROUND: Brennan "Bird Facts" Lee Mulligan

-There are some species of birds that have a secondary pouch in their esophagus/digestive tract where they have what's called a craw, that has stones or other hard material to help break up food matter before it passes into the rest of their digestive tract.

-Woodpeckers have a tongue bone called a hyoid bone that wraps around their brain because it needs to protect their brain from the impact of pounding into trees to devour their common meal items, grubs and larval insects.

Emergency Powers:

-You can't hum while you're blocking your nose.

-The longest animal is the bootlace worm.

-There are some reptiles that have a light-sensing organ on the top of their head so they can sense shadows that might be coming from something that's coming for them.

BONUS ROUND 2: Brennan's Back, Baby

-The black mamba has been observed at top speeds of 12.5 miles per hour. At that speed, it would almost certainly catch even some of the fastest humans on the planet. Even faster people wouldn't have the stamina, because resting or average speed is 7.5 miles an hour, which is faster than the human average, which is 6, and that's for healthy adults.

-The reticulated python is the longest snake in the world. The biggest is the anaconda.

Case Closed:

-There's little creatures in the sea that make pretty little lights. Why would they do that? It attracts little fishes who suck them up, and the light makes the fish glow. This attracts more little fish.

-The North Pole is actually a South Pole, because when you look at a compass, it points north. But the north pole of the compass is what's pointing north, and north poles point to the south poles.

BONUS ROUND 3: Once More, With Feeling

-Diners originate from dining cars on trains. The first diners were the dining cars of trains that had been taken out of service and were used stationarily as restaurants.

#dimension 20 #mentopolis #mentopolis spoilers #hank green #the fix #brennan lee mulligan

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Blurbs: Lights

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Summary: You and Joe take your boys for a little stroll downtown to look at the Christmas lights.

Warnings: None, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*December 23, 2023 - 20 weeks pregnant*

“Look at the reindeer guys!” - you

Currently, Joe and I were walking with the twins around our gated neighborhood, showing them the Christmas lights.

We had done this last year, but they were only a year old. This year, they will be able to walk around better and actually remember it.

Tyson was acting more curious than Miles was, which was normal for the two.

Joe was holding Tyson up on his shoulders as he excitedly pointed at different animals to show to his father.

Now Miles, on the other hand, was holding my hand and begrudgingly trotting down the sidewalk.

He was a homebody and would much rather be at home watching a movie. That's how he's like Joe.

But right now, Joe seemed to be in a good mood, even away from our home.

“Ooo!” - Tyson pointed at a display of two penguins

“Those are cool, buddy.” - Joe smiled

My heart warmed when I looked back at 2/3 of my boys. If Joe wasn't walking directly beside me, he was walking behind me so he could ‘always have eyes on me’.

“Mama.” - Miles whined

“I know, love… but look how happy your bubby is. Can you hang on for just a little longer?” - you

Miles was a smart boy for his age, like very smart. I could talk to him like that and somehow his two-year-old brain could register it perfectly.

He looked up at his twin brother sitting on his father's shoulders, and I swear I could see him match the twinkle in Tyson’s eyes.

“Mhm.” - Miles nodded

I grinned down at my sweet momma’s boy and shifted my gaze to the path in front of us.

“Ow!” - Joe

Quickly I turned around to see what the problem was, and I found myself laughing at the sight of Tyson grabbing fistfuls of Joe’s hair.

“No, Ty!” - you laughed

When Tyson was aware that I was watching, he really tried to put on a show. His giggles got louder as he started kicking his legs dramatically.

“Tyson Lee! Quit it!” - Joe

I gently let go of Miles’s hand and walked toward my husband who was getting slightly attacked by our son.

Lifting my arms, Tyson reached forward and fell into my embrace.

After setting him down he found his default spot, next to Miles of course.

“Is my hair like jacked the hell up?” - Joe mumbled for only you to hear

I had to bite my lip to hold in my laughter. His hair kind of resembled what it looks like after I'm through with him on a real good night.

“It's not too bad, baby.” - you

“Fix it, please.” - Joe sighed

After quickly repositioning his curls and combing them with my fingers, they were back to their normal places.

“There.” - you smiled

“Thank you.” - Joe

Joe opened his arms, and I immediately walked into them. His big arms brought so much warmth as they wrapped around my waist.

“Cwuties.” - Tyson giggled

Joe and I both looked in the direction of our boys with smiles on our faces. My head fell to his chest, and Joe’s hand reached up to hold the back of my head.

Out of nowhere, Miles ran up to us and grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

I tried to get out of Joe’s arms to retrieve my phone, not wanting it in the hands of a toddler, but he stopped me.

“Just… wait a second.” - Joe

And I was glad I did.

“Smile!” - Miles

Joe and I obliged and soon the camera flash would be lighting up our surroundings.

Miles toddled back over to us and handed me the phone, the picture already pulled up.

“Joe…” - you smiled

Tears filled my eyes from the sweet moment plus maybe some pregnancy hormones too.

“We look great.” - Joe

“Is it okay if I post this later? You can't see my bump. We just look so happy.” - you

“And so in love.” - Joe grinned

“Yeah.” - you laid your head on his chest

Moments later, I was just crying into his chest.

“Are you okay, baby?” - Joe rubbed your back

“Never been better.” - you wiped your eyes and kissed him

When we pulled away from the kiss, my eyes locked with Joe’s, and I felt myself practically melt. I wanted to say something, but the moment was taken before I could.

“You like picture?” - Miles

“Yes, baby, we love it.” - you

“Yay!” - Miles

Soon, Tyson would be back in Joe’s arms, and Miles would be holding my hand. We continued walking down the path.

Joe and I were simply talking about what would be for dinner tonight when Tyson had a loud outburst.

“Ooo!” - Tyson pointed

He was lightly patting Joe’s chest to get his attention as he pointed in the direction of a light setup.

“Us!” - Tyson

It was a Christmas light display of four bears; a mom, a dad, and two cubs. The mom and dad were standing a few feet away from their own as one of the cubs was posed taking pictures of the parents with a camera.

Joe looked over at me with such a wide grin on his face that I knew his cheeks were hurting.

“Is that us Ty?” - Joe

“Mhm! Mama, Dada, me, Mi!” - Tyson

“What about baby sissy?” - you

Joe and I watched the gears turn in Tyson’s head.

“Uhm…” - Tyson sighed

I lightly shoved Joe and we both laughed at the fact Tyson just repeated a common mannerism of his.

“He’s just like you.” - you whispered with a giggle

Joe nodded his head before turning back to look at his son who was by now mumbling an answer.

We continued walking, but this time, we were headed back to our house. Joe and I paid attention to Tyson’s speech as it continued the entire way back home.

I was silently giggling at Joe’s serious face as he nodded his head since I knew he could only understand a few words that Ty was saying.

“Thank you, now I understand, bub.” - Joe

Joe was unlocking the front door when he politely shut Tyson’s babbling down.

“Welcome.” - Tyson patted Joe on the shoulder

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Later that evening when the boys were asleep, Joe and I found ourselves in the living room with the fireplace roaring.

I had gotten him to do something completely out of his comfort zone because Joe said he ‘can't say no’ to his pregnant wife.

What that thing was? Slowly dancing to Christmas music in front of the tree.

Joe would usually turn down dancing in nanoseconds, but tonight he happily obliged.

My hands on his shoulders and his on my waist, we leisurely moved to the music playing lowly on the tv.

As time went on, I found myself closer to him. Soon enough, I was completely lying on his chest as he swayed us from side to side.

“I love you, Joe.” - you whispered

“I love you more, Mama.” - Joe

Joe gently moved one of his hands from my waist down to my bump.

“I love you too, Princess.” - Joe

Almost as if she could already recognize her father’s voice, for the first time, she kicked.

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Authors note: The ending was TERRIBLE. But anywho… Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate! Hopefully another Christmas blurb or imagine will be coming out later!

Request that inspired this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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tinyspiderbeat · 10 months

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Cg!Hobie Brown headcanons

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- Hobie is your punk dad in a way, ofc not actual dad but he has the vibes for sure- This man would take you out to so many places and just blare music for funzies

- A very good caregiver actually!! He spoils his littles with a lot of stuff (mostly stolen but it’s the thought that counts, right?) Hobie has definitely stolen stuffed animals for Miles and Pavitr and Gwen even though she doesn’t regress.

- Doesn’t know how to cook, so he definitely orders out a lot or snags stuff from Spidey HQ to feed himself and his littles, Hobie is in the process of learning from Pavitr’s auntie though!! So don’t entirely discount him!!

- Has the patience for autistic or non verbal littles, can listen to cues very well even if they aren’t even that obvious. Miles is getting overstimulated and starts to shrink into himself? Hobie has found an excuse to drag them both away to play games or just relax.

- Loves to play for his littles!! Lets them play his guitar as well- Although he is closely monitoring them to make sure nothing bad happens to the guitar or his baby gets upset with the notes not sounding right.

- Absolute praise and nickname machine! You eat at least one thing? even if it was a snack? “Nice job, rockstar!” you stand up for yourself in a situation? “They deserved it, i’m proud of you bug.” he is such a sweet caregiver despite his tougher outside appearance it’s really really nice!

- During the events of ATSV he was a comfort spot for all the spidey squad, although it was a back and forth situation!! Everyone was everyone’s safe place and it totally drove him into some form of a babysitter headspace.

- “Hate the AM, Hate the PM”- This dude will definitely try to introduce british food to his littles and try to hold back laughter when they groan out of slight disgust but will absolutely praise them for trying it in the first place no matter what.

- Despite me hcing him as a caregiver i do believe he’s somewhat of a flip- having a lean towards being a caregiver though just out of comfort and some distrust towards the people around him. (whoever you think of can work here for sure)

#sfw agere #fandom agere #agere headcanons #agere writing #agere #spiderman agere #spiderman headcanon #spider punk

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historia-vitae-magistras · 4 months

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Christmas fic please?

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The Blue Hour This is somewhat of a sequel to my other 18th-century fics 'When the Heart is Full the Tongue Will Speak" and "The Prison Ship," but it also stands alone. Valley Forge was arguably the worst winter of the war. Alfred's having a bad time. Matt tries to help. He has something for Alfred. This was supposed to be longer, but I had to say fuck it and put it in the queue, or it wasn't happening, so I'm so sorry for inflicting it on you. Apple pie reference is from the HC that Alfred's pie recipe comes from a nice Pennsylvania Quaker lady who took him in in the late 17th century when he was little after the Massachusetts witch crazes. This isn't a happy fic, but it is deeply loving. Also on ao3

Valley Forge, Christmas 1777

Alfred’s legs didn’t feel quite real as he approached the clearing. It was silent here. No animals. No people, either. Even the last chickadees, so faithful through the winter, had disappeared behind him as the previous winter sun faded from a depressing grey to pitch dark. He was a bit numb and more paranoid as he rounded a copse of trees and found himself staring at a pristine clearing. He recognized this house, grey stone with a heavy slate roof. There was no glass in the windows, but cheery, flickering firelight escaped through whatever slight cracks there were in the shutters. He hefted his rifle, bayonet attached, closer and approached, wary. The forest held its breath, and the fire crackling became louder as he approached. There was smoke from the chimney but no shadows of movement inside. He gripped his rifle. He should go home to his haphazard tar paper and log shack, but it was dark now, and Valley Forge was 30 miles behind.

He pushed open the door with a bang, rifle to his shoulder, and heard a surprised shout. A figure twisted, axe in hand, poised to hook it into Alfred’s neck and remove an arm at the shoulder like a branch from a trunk. Then, a note of laughter, and he was embraced.

Warmth hit him. First, Matt’s entire body was warm, and his clothes were fire-toasty. Then the smell of roasting meat floated, so solid it was almost visible, into his senses. Then, dizziness. Dizziness struck like a blow to the head. Alfred might have passed out on the floor if Matt hadn’t already had his arms around him.

Matt squeezed with more strength than Alfred had ever known his baby brother to have. The rifle was tugged from his hands, and he was suddenly sitting, sodden clothes and boots pulled off, feet stretched towards the fire. He might have vomited if he wasn’t so hallowed out. Matt was gone for only a moment, but Alfred grabbed a hold of him as soon as he was back.

“Have you changed your mind?” He grasped Matt’s sleeve with a shaking hand. “Did you come to your senses?”

“Have you?” Matt said, derisive even as he pressed a mug into Alfred’s hands. “Drink that, and the world will stop spinning.”

“Matthew---” He didn’t let go of Matt’s sleeve. “You haven’t come to—.”

“Bend the knee?” Matthew’s eyes flashed, and Alfred was all too aware of the axe on his belt and the rifle against the wall. “No. I’m not.”

“What are you doing here then?” He let Matt go and sipped on the contents of the mug—broth, salty and rich beyond belief. Matt was right. The world did stop spinning.

“It’s Christmas.”

“Is it?”

“It is,” Matt said with a watery smile. “I take it you got my note.”

“Pie at sundown,” Alfred recalled. “I got it. I could hardly believed you remembered that.”

“First apple pie you ever made me. I’ll remember it til the sun goes dark.” Matt was before him with a blanket and a stack of clothes. “Finish drinking that, put these on and then we’ll talk.”

They were his own clothes, what he’d left in the chest of drawers in Boston after he’d slipped his guards and disappeared across the border and into Quebec. He wanted to toss them back. They were the clothes of a crown subject, a boy with a British boot on his neck. Not the free man he wanted to be. That he was, but he hadn’t had a fresh shirt since his baby brother had dragged his corpse out of his shallow grave on the Hudson. He could wash it as often as he liked, but the linen was still wearing thin. His former things were practically new, the linen fresh and clean, the wool still warm. Alfred ran a hand over the fabric, still so chilled he hardly considered his pride as Matt turned away to tend to the bird slowly roasting over the fire and dressed. He glanced over his shoulder when Alfred slipped the shirt over his head. There hadn’t been a mirror to look at himself in months, and he didn’t want to. He knew his ribs were stark; he could feel them. Matt looked that kind of devastated that, if he hadn’t turned away, might have made Alfred cry.

“Have you had a decent meal since I saw you?” He didn’t look over his shoulder again until the shirt was over his head, and he’d buttoned the blue waistcoat over his chest. Everything was so ill-fitting now.

Alfred ignored him. “Does Father know you’re here?”

Matthew snorted. “It’s Christmas; he’s so deep into the officer’s nog when I left he won’t realize I’ve gone unless I’m not there for epiphany morning with tea going. So I shot a turkey and pissed off south to find you. Looks like its a good thing I did too.”

“I’m fine.” Alfred scowled. “There’s a camp of thousands of men 2 miles from here with nothing but rice and vinegar for Christmas dinner. Next to them, I’m all right.”

“I’m sorry,” Matt said, and it damn well looked like he meant it, narrow shoulders bowed as he sat heavily onto one of the overturned logs he obviously meant to use as a kitchen chair for the occasion.

“You could feed a lot of people if you stayed. You’re a good hunter.”

“Don’t,” Matt said. “We’ve had this conversation. Look at you. You know I wouldn’t survive another war like this. You’re kissed by God himself and you look like death.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“Rice and vinegar, eh? Yeah well. Try some turkey and see if it compares.”

“Why do you keep coming to see me if you won’t pick a side, Matt? You’re committing treason and you know it.”

“You’re my brother.”

His shrug was simple, unemotional. The sky was up, the Earth was down, the snow was cold, and Matt would haul and shoot a turkey and walk four days just to sneak him a decent meal. He teared up. Maybe it was the cold, the deprivation or just how much he missed home and heart and heart. Throat working, shoulders shaking even if he wasn’t crying, he grabbed Matt by the shoulders and squeezed for a third time, kissing him on the forehead about a dozen times and just feeling something so desperately affectionate he had to ride it out like dizziness.

“I missed you.” He said.

“You too.” Matt had clamped himself around Alfred, playing as if he just held on; he wouldn’t feel how much weight he’d dropped since summer. After a long moment, he made Alfred sit on one of the logs and tossed the rucksack while he struck flint and steel and put tinder to kindling. “Have you been sick? You look terrible,”

“Everyone is.” He said. There was no point in hiding it. “You know what it’s like. A moving army is a healthy army. A camped army is a sick army.”

“Why do you think I like the woods so much? I could run from the British as easily as from the typhus.”

“Yeah, well, they’re my people. I can’t leave them.”

“Do you have scurvy yet?”

“Gettering there.” He poked his tongue at his teeth. He had all of them, but he was always so tired. It couldn’t be far away.

Matt pivoted and took an orange in each hand, shoving them at Alfred. “Father... he’s in the habit of buying two.”

“I can’t take these!”

“Think of them as reparations.”

“Won’t you get scurvy?’

“I get lime juice twice a day. Just take anything you want out of my pack and eat it. Take the rest tomorrow. I’ll get a rabbit on my way back if I get hungry.”

“Why do you have to go back?”

“Stop asking me that. Pick something for me to make out of what’s in there, all right? Anything you want tonight, and you can take the rest tomorrow.”

“I want you to stay.”

Matt leaned against the wall by the hearth, arms crossed. “And I don’t want to die. So stop asking. That’s the agreement. Stay alive. Not stay with you.”

“You should be my right hand. It should be me and you against the world.”

“You’re the one fighting with the world, Alfred. I already have. I lost. Pick a vegetable, eat an orange, have some wine and stop trying to sentence me to death because you’re lonely again.”

He was tearing up, and so was Alfred. They looked away from each other, and Alfred went to the pack.

He opened food like he had once opened pewter inkwells at the apothecaries, looking for the blue ink he liked better than the quickly fading walnut; there were cranberries, potatoes, apples, stalks of celery, onions, cabbage, carrots, mushrooms, honey cakes, tea, coffee, a jug of wassail and a smaller bottle of Madeira. Smaller quantities of sugar, flour, oats, rice, raisins and rye. There were more of his clothes that he hadn’t taken when he’d fled Boston nearly two years prior. And under all that, a length of blue cloth with shining brass buttons.

“Mattie.... What is that coat?”

His brother froze. He’d been dragging his knife down the side of the roasted bird and onto a rough-hewn platter. For one long moment, Alfred thought he might burst into tears.

“It’s for you.” He said.

“Whe did you get it?”

“General Montcalm.” He said. “It was too big so I hid it under the floorboards. Thought I’d wear it too the victory parade someday. It’s... it’s your colour now, isn’t it?”

“It— Yeah it is.”

“I hope its luckier for you than it was for me.” He said quietly. “I hope Lord Bonnefoy is better to you too.”

“Mattie.” Alfred said quietly.

Matt was standing there, eyes shut against tears, until he looked up at Alfred with those same big, hopeful eyes he’d always had before all this. Full of all the softness and warmth of Canada that may not have existed elsewhere that winter. Words stuck in his throat, and suddenly, so homesick he wanted to burst, Alfred opened his arms. Matt gave up on carving the bird, put down the plate, and allowed Alfred to pull him in again. If Matt had grown, it was only a little, and Alfred could still easily rest his cheek on Matt’s crown, which he did for a long moment.

“Thank you.” He said.

“It was meant for you,” Matt replied. “You’re... tall and capable like that. It will fit you, even when you fill it out again.”

“You’ll grow.” Alfred said. “Someday. And then we'll be fine."

Someday.

#hws america #hws canada #na bros #my writing || cacoethes scribendi #the ask box || probis pateo #alfred and matt || lonely boys with the longest borders #matthew || my country is winter #alfred || o beautiful for spacious skies

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multifandomenjoyerr · 10 months

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PLEASEE

This is my first time doing requests but like I adored your cg! Miles headcannons and can you do sumth similar for Pavitr?? Ugh just imagine babying you, need.💔

Pravitr Prabhakar As a Caregiver HCS 🕷️ !!

🎀 : thank you for your suggestion, anon! You're my first:D ugh we need more agere content of pravitr 💔

�� : warnings! : Panic attacks mentioning, petnames, physical touch

🕷️ : “Hello my little button! Aren't you the cutest thing!"

🕷️ : His most common petname is calling you "Button" also as "बटन"! He also loves calling you "his little button/button nose"

🍵 : instead of milk (or whatever you like to drink) he'd usually make you tea in a sippy cup or bottle! If you drink in a "big kid" cup he'd happily give you that. But he is always on edge, afraid you'll accidentally spill it

🍵 : BENDY STRAWS ALL THE WAYYY, just so there's no tea spills ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

🧸 : BIGGEST BABIER EVER— Praising you whenever you do literally anything, and will give you piggyback rides even when you didn't ask for them

🧸 : speaking of him being a babier, he loves watching cartoons with you while you're on his lap. He'd usually always end up braiding your hair in the end and call you "his everything"

🪀 : if you have no hair/little hair for braiding, he'd usually cover you with stickers of your choice! Sometimes he'd even face paint with you

🖍️ : out door activities is something he adores doing with you. He loves to chalk the sidewalk with you, he also loves to bring you to parks and help you around (pushing you on the swing, meeting you at the end of the slide, etc!)

🕷️ : when on his spiderman duties, he can't bring up the courage to bring you with him when you're little. You're too important to him and he doesn't want you to get hurt while he's on the job. When he has to go do that, he tells you he loves you and leaves the TV on for you, sometimes having Gayatri babysit while away

🕷️ : though that doesn't mean he won't spend time with you while he's in his spiderman suit per say. When it's around night time, he loves Taking you up on the roof and show you around the city. He loves to take you flying while holding you close to him the whole time

🧸 : being a babier, he's also the most sweetest and sensitive caregivers out there. If you're crying he'd also tear up. Sometimes even crying with you, but he tries not to show it, afraid he'll upset you more

🧸 : if you're upset, having a panic attack or maybe other reasons you may be upset, he lets you cry into him while he holds you close to him. He whispers reassuring things and asks if you'd like to talk about it

🧸 : on the lighter side of things, he's one of the best cuddlers. Even though he might not show it at first. he loves when you sit on his lap so he could arm lock ya close to him

🕷️ : "aw, where ya goin, button? Don't ya like papa pravitr's love? Oh! No!- you're not getting away!>:D" (while proceeding to have a laughing fit, finding you adorable)

🕷️ : he loves the nicknames/petnames you call him. If you were to call him "papa pravitr" he'd just melt right then and there

🕷️ : he's a teen, so he's a little bad at rules and time. Meaning you don't directly have a bedtime or anything like that. But if you happen to do anything like getting in trouble of any kind, the only thing he'd do is having a long talk with you, but that's the end of it

🖍️ : he's obvious, so when it came to knowing of your age regression, he never caught on... At first of course. Once he noticing you Regressing and behavior changes, it took him weeks until it just snapped in his mind like a light switch

🖍️ : even when becoming your caregiver, he hit a few rocks in the road. He didn't know what to do, but after talking to you for hours about it, he slowly started to get more and more good at the whole caregiver thing

🧸 : BABY SPOILER BABY SPOILER BABY SPOILER

🕷️ : Miguel : "Pravitr, are you sure they need these many stuffed animals? You literally got over 20 of them in one day..”

Pravitr : "... elaborate?.." *proceeding to give you a 4 foot Pikachu stuffie*

🧸 : "you can NEVER have enough stuffie friends!"

🧸 : He memorized every one of your stuffie friend's names! Afterall, he considers them friends too!

🎀 : this is my first suggestion, so I hope you like it anon! Thank you for suggestion, you can always suggest again anytime ^^ (SUGGESTIONS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR EVERY FANDOM!) 📢

#endos dni #sfw agere #agerespace #safe agere #fandom agere #agere blog #headcanon #sfw interaction only #sfw blog #pravitr prabhakar #agere caregiver #sfw age regression #across the spiderverse #Across the spiderverse agere #suggestions plz #suggestions are appreciated #suggestion blog #suggestions wanted

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savventeen · 1 year

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to build a home

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader rating: T (for swearing) wc: 3.7k summary: on the train ride back to meet jihoon's parents in person for the first time, you realize you don't really know what it's like to have a childhood home — at least, not in the sense that most people seem to have. but it's okay, because you've found a home in jihoon instead. warnings: talks about divorce (reader's parents) tags: fluff, this is so sappy guys, kind of emotional hurt/comfort, soonhoon best frienemies (they’re ride or die dw their friendship is just based on mutual teasing lol), vaguely implied asexual reader, a truly excessive amount of handholding, i really made jihoon into a hand-holding fiend and i'm Not Sorry a/n: this might be one of the most self-indulgent things i've ever written since reader's experiences are 100% based off of my own lmao. also i can't believe i wrote almost 4k of them just talking on a train, like??? wow. also also, i listened to sleeping at last's cover of i'm gonna be (500 miles) on repeat while writing so i recommend giving it a listen for the Vibes haha

Jihoon was nervous.

Not in a bad way, of course. But he was taking you back home to stay with his parents for the next four days and they would be meeting you in person for the first time and he was nervous.

Soonyoung, the bastard, could definitely tell and had made it his mission to embarrass the hell out of him until the last possible second.

It was only supposed to be Seungcheol and Minghao dropping the two of you off at the train station, but Soonyoung had physically crammed himself into the backseat between you and Jihoon and refused to let go of either of you until you’d reached the train station. Even then, you had to physically pry him off of Jihoon and promise to tell Jihoon’s parents that Soonyoung loved them and missed them and—

“—make sure to take lots of pictures of all his cringey old anime posters!”

Soonyoung’s insistence is only diminished by the effort he’s exerting not to be forcefully dragged back into the car by a disgruntled Minghao. Jihoon knows Soonyoung’s being even more of a handful for his sake, and Jihoon is both filled with love and also the desire to strangle his best friend with his bare hands.

Minghao is able to get him mostly back in the car, Seungcheol watching on with a slightly fond but mostly concerned smile, but before they can get the door closed, Soonyoung claws his way back to the doorframe to tell you, “Also, his mom keeps all of his baby pictures in a bunch of photo books by the—”

“And that’s enough from you,” Jihoon interrupts, forcefully shoving Soonyoung back into the car by the face, Soonyoung screeching with poorly disguised glee, and slams the car door shut.

Jihoon waves at Seungcheol who he can see laughing through the glass as he pulls away from the curb, leaving the two of you standing with your suitcases.

He hears you giggling, and turns around to face you with a sigh. “Ignore him.”

You give a thoughtful hum, drawing it out as you grab the handle of your suitcase and wait for Jihoon to grab his and start walking with you through the station.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you finally decide, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Jihoon groans, tilting his head back as if to ask the universe why me?

“Why,” you continue, “embarrassed about your Nami posters?”

Like Soonyoung, Jihoon knows you’re just teasing, and he falls into your easy banter with a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his mouth.

He glares at you half-heartedly. “It’s poster, singular. And no, I’m not embarrassed,” he adds as you both make your way across the platform and into the closest empty train car (the only benefit of leaving at the ass-crack of dawn). “Why would I ever be embarrassed about Nami? She’s badass.” He grunts as he stands on his toes and lifts his luggage to store on the overhead rack and then reaches out to take yours as well. “Plus, you’re one to talk, with your weird shrimp god poster—“

And this argument is familiar, too. He can’t help but smirk as you roll your eyes in exasperation and slide into the seat next to the window.

“It’s shrimp heaven,” you exclaim, “we’ve been over this.”

Jihoon just shakes his head, and he knows he sounds more than a little besotted when he says, “You listen to the weirdest shit.”

You give him a Look that manages to be both deadpan and undeniably fond, and no one except a few untitled projects saved on his external hard drive knows exactly how much he adores that particular look. “I am aware, yes, thank you.”

While this is the first time the two of you are traveling back to where Jihoon grew up, it is not the first time the two of you have traveled together. There’s a well-worn ease to the way your shoulders draw together like magnets, Jihoon offering up one of his earbuds as he balances his iPad across your joined knees.

It had scared him, the first time he felt himself leaning into your presence without a second thought — as easy and unthinkingly familiar as pulling on his favorite hoodie when he’s cold or the sound of his keys clinking against the countertop every night when he gets home. He’d never been one to seek out physical affection before, not unless he was desperate. But now he can’t help but feel like a flower seeking out the sun whenever he’s with you.

He leans his head against yours as he asks, “Want to watch some Bonobono?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a happy hum.

Jihoon presses play without further ado, and the two of you settle in for the next few hours.

You get through a few episodes quickly before taking a quick snack break, and it’s only a few minutes into the next episode that Jihoon notices you aren’t really paying attention. He turns his head where it's resting on your shoulder to get a better look at your profile, but he’s not able to see much since you have your own head turned to look out the window.

He finishes the episode and gets halfway through the next one, glancing over at you every few minutes, before deciding it’s time for him to check in.

Starting conversations is still not one of his strong suits, but he’s discovered interesting ways to wiggle himself into them, mainly by tricking you into getting the ball rolling for him. It’s in these moments that he channels his inner Soonyoung (he is taking this train of thought to his grave, mind you) and asks himself “How would cat-me ask for attention in this moment?” (Again, taking this train of thought to the fucking grave.)

So Jihoon leans away from you just enough for him to be able to turn slightly in his seat and gently plonk his head against your shoulder. When he gets no reaction, he does it again. And again, before doing it one more time as your turn to look at him with an amused smile. “Hi? You having fun, there?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the “p”. “The funnest.”

You snort and shake your head at him. “Okay, babe.” You turn your attention back out the window and Jihoon frowns.

With a quiet huff, he plonks his head on your shoulder once again, pushing in with his forehead and rubbing it back and forth against your sweater.

You start giggling — and god, it’s still one of his favorite sounds, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it — and you turn to look at him again with a single eyebrow raised. “Yes, Jihoonie?”

He moves so his temple is resting on your shoulder and he can look at you properly. “You okay?” he asks, lighthearted and warm. “You’ve been staring out the window for a while, missed the last couple of episodes.”

You blink, a little surprised, and look down at the iPad still balanced between the two of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You give him a smile and shrug the shoulder he’s leaning on. “Just thinking.”

The automatic retort of “oh, dangerous” is on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back with a small frown. He’s never liked when you apologize unnecessarily, but he knows it’s something you’ve been working on, so he decides not to bring attention to it this time.

“What about?” he asks instead.

You’ve turned your attention back to Bonobono at this point, and you respond with a distracted “Hm?”

Jihoon pokes your temple with one finger. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Oh.” You look at him, considering, and then you huff out a short laugh as you reach over to pause the video. “You actually,” you tell him, tucking the iPad into your lap as you turn in your seat to face him fully.

That was not what Jihoon was expecting. “Me?”

“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” just like he did earlier. “Your bedroom, more specifically.”

That was definitely not what Jihoon was expecting. Both of his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “My bedroom…” he trails off, voice dry and seeming to ask, are you really implying what I think you’re implying?

Your expression morphs into one of disgust so quickly Jihoon barks out a startled laugh. “Ew, no, don’t look at me like that, that’s not what I meant.”

Jihoon lets out a few of his own giggles as he asks, “What did you mean, then?”

He almost coos at the adorable way you pout as you cross your arms in faux anger. “Ugh, no I’m not telling you anymore if you’re just gonna tease me.”

“Aw come on,” he cajoles, reaching out to pry your crossed arms apart. “I only tease those who deserve it.”

You roll your eyes even as you let him pull your hands into his own. “Tell that to Soonyoung.”

“Are you kidding? He deserves it just for existing.”

You lift one of your conjoined hands to awkwardly point at him. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

Jihoon narrows his eyes. “Good. He needs the reminder.”

You fold over as you snort, falling into Jihoon’s space for a moment before you straighten back up with a beaming smile. “You’re such a terrible friend, Lee Jihoon.”

Closing his eyes, he nods solemnly. “I am aware of this, yes. It is my curse.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, making him smack himself in the shoulder with your still joined hands. “You can be such a dramatic little shit sometimes.” There’s a glint in your eyes that tells Jihoon you’re about to say something purely because you know it’ll rile him up, and he’s proven right when the next words out of your mouth are, “Soonyoung must be rubbing off on you.”

Jihoon’s jaw drops in offended horror. “You’d better take that back right now, I swear to god, y/n—” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he untangles your fingers and digs them mercilessly into your sides.

You squeal at the onslaught and try your best to deflect, but Jihoon’s relentless and you’ve always been extremely ticklish, so it’s only a few moments later that you’re choking out through strained laughter, “Yield! Yield! Fuck, I yield, you absolute ass!”

Jihoon glares at you as he stops and generously lets you trap his fingers in your hold. “Take it back.”

“Yes, I take it back, geez,” you pant. He’s pretty sure he hears you follow it up with a near silent “Why are both of you so insane?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What was that?” He wiggles his fingers pointedly.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, glaring at him half-heartedly before rolling your eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Good,” he smirks, wiggling his fingers again, but this time so he can lace them once again with yours. He brings each of your hands up to his face and kisses your knuckles before bringing them back down to his lap and letting himself drink you in.

You’re looking at him with something teetering the edge between incredulous and fond and over-the-moon, and Jihoon thinks he probably looks like a smitten fool just based on the way his cheeks ache and his ears feel like they’re on fire.

He’s come to love moments like these, where the both of you take a moment to just… take each other in — to simply exist in each other’s presence and soak it all in like sponges. And he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to put into words exactly what it feels like to look and be looked at like this. To see and be seen.

Jihoon doesn’t try to find the words this time, just lets himself bask in your glow with a soft smile.

After a few moments, he brings himself to break the ambient quiet of the train. “Hey,” he murmurs.

Your response is as soft and quiet as the smile you tuck into the corner of your mouth. “Hi.”

He stares at you for another moment before saying, “You never ended up telling me, y’know.”

“Telling you what?”

“What you were thinking about earlier.” He starts idly rubbing his thumbs across the skin of your hands, tracing gentle arcs with the pads of his thumbs.

“Oh.” You scrunch up your face a little before smoothing it out with a small shrug. “Eh, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Hmm.” Something tells him it probably is something important — to you, at least. And even if it isn’t, he still wants to know. “Tell me anyway?”

You tilt your head and look at him with a confused sort of amused smile. “Why do you wanna know so bad?”

Because I’m highkey obsessed with you and always want to learn more about you and how you think, is what he doesn’t say. At least, not out loud and not right now. He knows it’d probably fluster you and he doesn’t want to distract you from answering any more than he already has. (And maybe he’s still struggling with saying his sappy thoughts directly to your face instead of hoarding them in various notebooks, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon to work through.)

“Just curious,” he murmurs with a shrug. “And we still have a couple of hours left on the train.”

You stare at him for a moment like you don’t quite believe him and are trying to find the lie somewhere on his face. But eventually you mutter, “Okay.” You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nose. “Well,” you start, after a moment of collecting your thoughts. “I said I was thinking about your bedroom, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, so.” You purse your lips as you tighten your hold on Jihoon’s fingers, just for a moment, before loosening your grip with a quiet exhale. “I was mostly just trying to imagine what that’s like.”

Jihoon blinks at you. “...What having a bedroom is like?” His tone comes across more deadpan than he means, confusion flattening his question into more of a statement.

“No, no,” you shake your head. “What having a childhood bedroom is like.”

Jihoon blinks again, furrowing his brows. “...I don’t understand.”

“God, I’m not explaining this right,” you mutter, chewing on your lip in obvious thought. “Okay, so like… You know how in movies and books and stuff, a lot of times there’s this— trope, I guess, where a character goes back home and stays in their childhood bedroom and it’s like a glimpse into their past? A lot of times for comedic reasons?”

Jihoon slowly nods his head. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, well.” You give a self-conscious little half-shrug that makes Jihoon’s chest hurt for some reason. “I was wondering what that’s like. Like…” You trail off for a moment, gaze drifting off to the side and focusing on the middle-distance. Jihoon forces himself to wait patiently as you try to find the words you need to explain, his thumbs continuing their silent metronome across your skin.

“What— what’s it like to have lived your entire childhood in the same house?” you start, gaze still locked somewhere off to the side. “To have the same four walls watch you go from toddler to kid to preteen to moody teenager and then reluctant adult? And to know those same walls are still watching you grow up.” You give a wistful little sigh and focus back on Jihoon with a crooked smile. “I’m trying to imagine what that’s like. Hadn’t realized how much of a foreign concept it was to me until I really started thinking about it,” you finish with a small huff.

During your whole little spiel, you hadn’t sounded sad or bitter or anything other than genuinely curious, but it still pokes at that little ache in Jihoon’s heart. He knows your parents divorced when you were young, and there’s a part of him that wishes you could have had the perfect childhood he knows doesn’t actually exist. He also knows you’re not one to really talk about yourself or your past, so he’s grateful for the vulnerability you’re sharing with him in this moment. Softly, he encourages you to share more with him. “You went back and forth between your parents a lot, right?”

“Oh, god yeah,” you laugh. “And not only that, but my mom could never stay in one place either. Growing up, I think my dad only moved like… four times? But my mom moved… uh.” Your brows furrow deeply for a moment. “Hang on, I need to think this out.”

Jihoon almost whines when you detangle your fingers from his, but manages to turn it into a pretty convincing cough. (It’s actually not at all convincing, but luckily you’re too preoccupied to properly clown him for it.) He watches you mutter to yourself with a small pout and then he looks back down at your hands like he can make them hold his if he just stares hard enough. Your fingers extend one by one as you count, and his pout falls away as one fist and then the other blooms fully. And then one fist closes again, leaving a single finger standing.

“So… eleven? Eleven times.”

He’d known you’d moved at least a few times as a kid, but… “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

Gently, he reaches out to hold your hands again. Squeezes. “And how often did you go back and forth?”

“Oh, god. That was a mess, too.” You’re laughing, but that ache in his chest keeps spreading, digging deeper. “We had different schedules that would change like— every few months. We did three days on, three days off, alternating sundays; we did two days on, two days off, with alternating weekends; at one point we even did every other weekday with alternating weekends… it was insane. Looking back, it seems even more insane.”

“Jesus.” He can’t even begin to imagine what that must’ve been like — almost constantly being on the move. Especially as a kid. “How old were you when they split again?”

“Five.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, long and gusty. It doesn’t sound sad, at least, just tired. Maybe a little bit like release. Then you send a small, amused smile in his direction. “So you can kinda see why the whole “childhood bedroom” thing is such a foreign concept to me, right?”

He can see why. And it aches. “Yeah,” he breathes.

Some of that ache must show on his face because you gently scold him, “Hey, don’t look like that.” You untangle your fingers once again to cup both of his cheeks, thumbs pressing into the corners of his mouth and smoothing out his unconscious frown.

You look at him, soft and warm and so full of love Jihoon’s breath catches in his chest. And then you adjust your grip so you’re pinching his cheeks, and you wiggle his face a little bit. “This wasn’t supposed to be a sad thing, Hoonie. Just a “we had vastly different experiences” kind of thing.” You stop pinching his cheeks and go back to simply holding his face between your palms. “Like, I know it helped me understand the concept of “home is where the heart is,” yanno?”

And, oh. Oh, Jihoon is so very head-over-heels in love with you. He can feel that love pooling and swelling inside him, curling up between his ribs and tickling the tips of his fingers as reaches up to cover your hands with his.

“Hmm.” His mouth moves before his brain can catch up. “And where is your heart, y/n?” he breathes.

For one infinite moment suspended in time, you and Jihoon are the only two people to exist. The world around him disappears as your eyes bore into his, and Jihoon gets to watch something in them soften, melt — pool into something that looks a lot like love as you turn your hands to let go of his cheeks and hold his fingers instead.

You bring his hands to hover in front of his face, and you roll your lips between your teeth like you’re trying to hold back a smile. What you’re trying to say finally clicks in Jihoon’s mind when you glance down at his hands and then back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

All of the blood in his body rushes directly to his face and ears so quickly that Jihoon thinks he might burst into flames.

“Nooooooooo,” he whines, hiding his blazing blush behind your entwined hands and ignoring the way you’re outright laughing at him now. He lowers your hands just enough so that he can glare at you from over the tops of your knuckles. “How are you able to say the cheesiest things without actually saying anything? I can’t stand you.”

“Then sit,” you giggle, like the absolutely adorable little shit you are.

Jihoon growls in frustrated adoration before licking the back of your hands in retaliation.

You screech and try to yank your hands back, but he’s the stronger one between the two of you and he refuses to let go. “Lee Jihoon, you animal, what is wrong with you?!”

“Vengence,” is all he mutters.

You splutter. “Vengence for what?”

He continues to half-heartedly glare at you as he brings your hands down and presses them to the left side of his chest. Vaguely, he wonders if you can feel the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. “For stealing my heart,” he pouts.

The sound that comes out of your mouth reminds him of a dying seal, and that’s how Jihoon knows it’s over for him — because he’s never heard a more endearing sound in his entire life and he thinks that maybe he’d do anything to hear it over and over again.

You continue to tease each other back and forth, your love for each other a steady undertow, and Jihoon realizes that while they may be heading back to the house he grew up in, it’s not home in the same sense any more.

Not when he looks at you and his heart sings a steady home, home, home inside his chest.

The thought doesn’t scare him nearly as much as he thinks it should.

Home, home, home.

He likes the sound of that.

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cutepastelstarsalior · 9 months

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Spiderverse ship headcanon

Aka I got shipper fluff on the brain

I, a silly multi shipper think Miguel x Peter x MJ x Lyla is very cute

They have m any dynamics!!! Like with Miguel and Lyla, they have this teasing bond

Or with Miguel and Peter is a slow coworker x friend x lover type of deal!!

I like to think that MJ and Lyla would get along, MJ think that Lyla is a cool and awesome AI/person while Lyla amare how kind and patient MJ is

It’s a bit hard to show Lyla affection since she’s an AI but her partners give her compliments and air kisses

There is a lot of unintentional flirting??!!?

It’s MJ and Lyla’s fault.

They can’t help it! They love to flirt with their boyfriends

They like to see Peter being flustered while Miguel try’s to be stoic only to break into a smile

The group is very physical, be it any kind.

Also mayday has like 4 parents now. It’s great and may loves her family

Lyla, Peter, and Miguel would absolutely buy anything for mayday if she ask. They love their kid.

Mayday would also grow up in a bilingual household

Mj likes to dance and she’s grab any of her partners to dance with her

Cue random 3am dancing since half of this group has shitty sleep schedule

They have lots of nicknames for each other.

Another ship I think is cute is Gwen x Miles x Pavtir x Gayatri

I image that ship is like to the max fluffy and teeth rotting cute.

Pav makes flower crown? Aw gotta make some for my datemates!!

Gayatri doing her modeling? You know miles, Gwen and Pav would be in the front being awestruck

Separately each couple would be physically hold or have lingered touch and cute little nicknames

But all 4?? There going to be a hour long cuddle session (unless someone is have a bad day or is overwhelmed by to much touch)

So. Many. Nicknames. (Baby? Yeah? No I was talking to Gwen, oh! Sorry honey.)

I can see Miles and Gayatri being decent cooks while Pavtir and Gwen being good bakers

They all like to give each other treat to taste test.

They all have match brackets or necklaces

And sweaters and hoodies

Which leads to many “boy-stealing hoodie” moments. Non of them mind, unless said article of clothing was needed at that moment

I can see them playing or braiding each others hair???? Like putting beads in Miles’s hair or braiding Gayatri’s

Miles is the type of make a bunch of drawing as gifts of his partners while Gwen like to make playlists as gifts

Pavtir like to take photos and make a big photo album

Other ships

Hobie x Noir aka powerful nerds

Peni x Margo aka nerdy cyber girlfriends

Hobie and noir would definitely dance and sing to the radio and vinyls

Hobie gives Noir a jacket with a few patches

Peni and Margo would be the type of gf who just like to be in each other company

Penni working on a project? Margo is sitting bye while reading

Margo talking about fashion? Peni is laying down on her bed and listening

Peni and Margo would also cuddle and binge watch/rant about anime.

They try to find the worst anime and the best from each other’s universe

Hobie and Noir would also like to be in each other company too

Noir is reading? Hobie has his legs in Noir’s lap

Hobie is playing his guitar? Noir is leaning his back against hobie’s.

Hobie and noir are more action then words couple

Peni and Margo are more of a words over action.

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love-islike-abomb · 4 months

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Scream with me

Roman reigns x Y/n

Warnings: pent up frustration I've been feeling the last few weeks has me beyond fed up so I turned it into what I do best a fic... And a comfort fic at that! Sometimes when Im frustrated this is a song I listen to because one of the lyrics in the song is "stand in the corner and scream with me!" You'd be surprised at just how much letting out a deep scream helps!! Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @@noisywwerawiconssoul @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @shadyprincesslife @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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Why can't people just leave others alone and let them enjoy themselves? Why is it so hard to live your life and let others live theirs? People are cruel evil monsters at times and I would rather be surrounded by animals then people and my husband knew that so him coming home finding me having buried myself underneath our 3 dogs he wasn't surprised. What he was surprised about was the tears that had been pouring out of my eyes. Most the time dog piles helped dry my tears but not this time.

"babygirl what's wrong? Talk to me" he said trying to get me to open up but all I could do was stare off into space. He suddenly ordered our dogs off me "anubis, atlas, Apollo off!" He said, his voice deep yet commanding. they all got off me and went to their beds "sweetheart please tell me what happened! You know I hate seeing you cry" he said still trying to get me to talk. "Why is it that whenever I come up with something creative people have to constantly use my shit? I mean like if I had some that to them they would have thrown a hissy fit 10 miles wide! But they do it to me and I'm supposed to act like it's no big deal?!"

He knew I was pissed. My face still had tear stains but the anger was showing now "and some psycho cow says I'm delusional yet she thinks she did nothing wrong and her ass knows damn well she's a fucking liar! I will post that shit all over the internet if I have to! I give no fucks!! Or that bitch that used ohnmacht and put a 🔥 next to it and her dumbass not realizing you speak Czeck! In German ohnmacht means faint but I'm czeck it means power of fire which explains the 🔥!! Or how about that one bitch who knew I had a choking kink and posted a picture of you grabbing the ref by the collar of his shirt saying 'i'm just trying to make you know who jealous that's all' but im just supposed to act like none of this happened and those bitches can do whatever the fuck they want but if I do it to them and call them out suddenly im the bad guy? Fuck this shit!!! I'm done holding my tongue with this shit and I'm letting it all out!! I don't give a fuck anymore!! And if this is what it takes to show people I've had enough so be it!! I bet they won't bully me anymore!! And I'm sure they fucking remember but will pretend they don't!!" I said starting to yell and I could feel my heart starting to pound harder.

He let go of me and walked to our TV that had a Built in Bluetooth and my phone automatically connected to it "play the song you always play when you're angry" he said. I grabbed my phone knowing instantly which one he was talking about the opening chords hit and as soon as they did i felt my body relax. "Ever feel like dying, ever feel alone..." The rest of the verse played but I was waiting for the chorus and when it came I let lose "stand in the corner and scream with me!! A body full of empty!! A head thats full of rage but i believe it!!" The screaming of the words along with the unbridled rage has released an adrenaline rush i'd never felt before. My heart was beating so hard I had to sit down. He stopped the music and I looked at him "baby are you ok?" He asked rubbing the side of my face, moving my hair out of my eyes. I smiled up at him. "I had a massive adrenaline rush and I feel soooooo much better!!"

He smiled back at me "good I'm glad! But please don't ever let it get that bad again. Promise me you'll talk to me next time!"

"I promise" I said "I love you"

He leaned down and kissed my forehead before moving to my lips "I love you to!"

#roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦#roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns x y/n #wwe x yn #wwe angst #wwe fluff #roman reigns angst #roman reigns fluff #wwe #Spotify

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silent-raven13 · 9 months

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You guys!

Pav rushes to his friends with crazy news: Oh my Brahman, did you guys saw Peter Parker?

Gwen looks at Miles and Hobie: Peter B. Parker from Earth 616B

Pav: No, um.. Peter Parker umm he likes to call himself, Petie from Earth 2010

Miles: Ohhh, hmm. Yeah, I saw him bringing a cute baby girl. -Hobie slouching on his partner while listening-

Gwen nodded: Ohh that one. You know when you say Peter Parker... it's kinda hard to know which one when -they are surrounded by a lot of varieties of Peter Parker-

Pav: Right! My bad! Should've been clearer- Anyway, turns out that Peter's kid actually came from Peter.

His fiends: ....

Gwen: Pav, it takes-

Pav: No, I mean- Petie is from the Omegaverse! He's an Omega! That''s his baby! -Gwen's and Miles' eyes widen-

Hobie arched his eyebrows: What? What the bloody hell is an Omega? And what universe is that?

Miles stammering: Well- you see- it's when...

Gwen place a hand on Miles' back: I got this. I'm sort of a pro on this stuff. -she went over to lean against Hobie being casual- Ya see, the Omegaverse is... -she told him everything-

Hobie: WHAT IN THE HELL? You joking, aren't you Gwendy? -his eyes widen in shock.-

Miles shook his head: Nope, it's true. I didn't think it was a real universe...

Gwen: I mean, we're here. Anything is possible!

Pav nodded: Right, I reacted the same thing when Gwen told me!

Hobie looks at Miles: How did you know this?

Miles pressed his lips being shy: Well... you know I love my anime and shows... and Me and Ganke likes to make comics. Sometimes I read fan fiction and... omega verse is a popular genre.

Gwen laughs: I read it too! You know when you want to male pregnancy in the story. it's the best ways to write it in.

Hobie saw Miles being bashful: That's insane? A man getting pregnant? So this Peter pushes out a kid?

Pav nodded: Turns out his MJ is an Alpha! So, she actually had some sort of penis and sticks it into Petie, right? -he turns to Gwen because that part still confuses him-

Gwen: Depending on their world Omegaverse. Some female Alpha's clit grows into a penis when it's heat season and stick it into an Omega and boom! Pregnancy!

Hobie: That's-that's... -he was too in shock-

Miles: The ones I read never mention women being Alphas mostly Betas.

Gwen: You know fangirls always write for the men. -she sighs- I'm curious too. Should we ask Petie?

Pav: I don't think so. He's pretty sensitive. He had to go to Miguel to inform some sort of harassment report, because one Spiderman touched his swollen chest.

Miles: That's so messed up. I should go check on him. I'm sure he must feel very upset. Come, Hobie. -Hobie can't complain nor judge-

Petie aka Peter Parker from Earth 2010 in Miguel's office having to sit on a chair while feeding his pup.

Petie: Thanks again, Miguel. I- um... appreciate it.

Miguel busy on the platform: It's fine, Parker. I will informed the Spiderman that harassed you. You can request absent if you want.

Petie: No, I'm okay. Just trying to get use to being Spiderman after nine months plus the three months of taking care of my pup. -he coos at his little girl who busy drinking his milk-

Miguel saw the omega being a bit nervous coming to their headquarters seeing how many Spiderpeople judge him. He only brought the omega onto their cause because he's such a good spiderman. Shame, how people are quick to judge. As Spiderfolks they should know better.

Normally, Miguel would walk around the Omega trying to make him feel safe, or at least calm down. The large Spiderman had a special spray that contains an Alpha scent that helps relax Petie.

Petie slight chuckle: I didn't expect people to give me looks when i hold May. I thought it would be normal... -his voice sad and weak-

Miguel place a hand on the Spiderman's shoulder: No es tu culpa. You are doing what is normal in your world. You have a beautiful pup. -his red eyes looking at the little baby-

Petie smiles widely: Thank you, Miggy. -teary eye- means a lot.

Miguel: Puedes quedarte aquí todo lo que quieras! You can stay here all you want.

Little May mumbles being finished with her meal. Petie smiles: Thanks, looks like she's done.

Then the main front door slightly open with Gwen's head peaking in: Um... Mr. O'Hara? Can we come in?

Miguel looks up: What is it, Stacy?

Miles peaks in: Um... we heard what happen to Petie. We want to check if he's okay!

Pav peaks in as well: We brought lunch for him!

Hobie sticks his head too while carrying Miles: And water!

Miles: Aye! Hobie put me down! -his boyfriend ignores him-

Petie smiles: It's fine, Miguel.

Miguel: Very well. Okay, come on in. -since when his place is for hang outs? Then again, he didn't think this place was a safe space-

The young Spiderheroes happily walk in, well Hobie carries Miles. They saw Petie, Peter Parker; who has sandy brunette hair color, and green eyes. He's face more fuller than the Peter, they knew, and much more softer, but that's what happens when you're an Omega.

Pav: We wanted to check if you were okay! I saw the Spiderman was making jokes when you walked away. Kinda messed up. I wish I was there early...

Gwen handed Petie the take out box: We got you burgers and fries...

Petie: Thanks, kiddos. I'm glad there's some good Spiderfolks around here. It's been hard since Omegas are always being treated differently. I mean, Alpha Peter parker from Earth 2010B get all the praise.

Pav: There's an Alpha Peter? -his mouth dropped in shock-

Miguel grunts: There's many of them on and about in these headquarters. They come in different times to avoid using their pheromones on each other.

Petie laughs: And that you don't fight with him. Alpha Peter tends to challenge Mig a lot of the time.

Hobie grins: I like the sound of that.

Miles playfully slap his partner: Hobie!

Hobie: What? It's good for someone to challenge leadership.

Miguel: Alpha Peter is chaotic and ruthless. Having him as a leader would be a great mistake, Brown! -his voice serious and annoyed-

Miles: If he's as bad... then Alpha Miguel might be worst, huh?

Miguel: I dunno. I never bothered to look for him for the same reason. he's out there somewhere. -like hell he would bring that one into their headquarters-

Petie: It's not good having so many Alphas around. -He cover his chest with special Omega shirt for breastfeeding- Time to burp May. -His daughter had a Amber wavy hair color than Mayday.-

Pav gasps: Looks at her little booties! Oh my gosh! Those toes are so tiny! Ahh -He giggles at the baby's size- She's so cute!

May whines trying to sleep but her dad softly pats her back as she let out a small burp: There. There, pup. I got you. -he saw Miles- Aren't you an Omega?

Miles looks around then pointed at himself: Me?

Petie: Your not?

Miles: Wait, why me?

Gwen and Pav softly giggling. Miguel arched his eyebrows being nosy in the conversation instead of working.

Miles: No, I'm not. Why?

Petie: I thought he was your Alpha... I've seen you two and Hobie, right? -Hobie nodded at his name- Is always protecting you. It's very Alpha... and you always smell sweet, too. I figure you were an Omega.

Miles' mouth dropped: Is it cause I were my mango Shea Butter!

Gwen laughs: See told ya, you would be an Omega!

Hobie: Me an Alpha. huh? -he likes that idea- I can get you pregnant!

Miles' face felt so warm: You can't be serious!

Hobie: Come on, luv. Me and you with a litter!

Petie laughs: See Alpha material.

Pav laughs: I can totally picture that!

Miguel: Aye, no pregnancy talk. It's bad enough we had three Peter Parkers already impregnating their MJs at sixteen! Coño wear a damn condom!

Gwen: Hey, we are 18 years old, Miguel! -she puff her chest out being offended- If Miles want kids now... let him!

Miles scoffs: Excuse me! I didn't say anything. Hobie, put me down! -his boyfriend carrying him-

Hobie: No, never letting my Omega go! -his new petname-

Petie only laughs: Sorry, Miles. I thought it you two were part of the Omegaverse.

Miguel shook his head: These fucking kids. -he went over to help Petie with May. So the omega can eat his lunch in peace. Miguel holds the pup being careful- Hey, you guys keep it down. May needs to sleep!

Pav: And you're being an Alpha too, huh!

Miguel grunts as he gently rubs the small pup's back: Shh, she's sleeping.

Gwen giggles: Miguel is always to the rescue with kids. Hey, Miles maybe you can have him babysit yours.

Miles pouts: Not funny. -Hobie kisses his cheek.-

Hobie: My Omega! -kisses-

(Part 2)

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider verse #across the spider verse

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afandommultiverse · 1 year

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General Hc's for Colonel Miles Quraitch

❀ A/n: Ofc it was a giant blue mean alien that got me out of writer's block omfg, this is for the girlies and everyone else down bad for our baby daddy Colonel Miles Quaritch

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

✿ starting at number one, I like to think this man honestly got another voice in the back of his head going ‘bro-wtf goin' on?’ ‘cause lets be fr he's got the memories but his actual body doesn’t have that experience and I just feel like they don’t match up so a lot of the time after his initial thoughts he’ll have a little voice after that voicing concerns but he can’t afford to listen

✿ because of this, especially after he sees his body again, his human body, bro is having an extensional crisis, I think all of them are honestly (but we won’t get into them we talking about our main hoe rn) because I’m sure with their new bodies and feelings they have absolutely no time to process anything because of their mission, not their deaths, not their re-birth and definitely not their new connection and pull to Eywa and the planet

✿ and yes I 100% believe that he does have a connection to Eywa now because of this new body and the energy it holds, the plant and the all mother recognizes this and welcomes him, just like she did with Jake, he was just more willing to listen

✿ at night Quaritch (Miles? Idk lmao) likes to walk around outside. he never used to when he was human because it was just a hassle and obviously he was more vulnerable, his old scars were proof enough, but now he was Na’vi, he could breathe the air with no problem and kick anyone's or anything’s ass that tried to get the jump on him

✿ he looooves the bioluminescent nature, it's so different from what he remembers of earth's plants, the few he did get to see, or saw in books before he was shipped off to pandora. But being so fucking for real? He thinks it's soooo pretty like bro just lets the inner child out and is mentally frolicking in a meadow looking at all this incredible nature and all the animals and organisms that live in it

✿ he likes to fuck with the fan lizards the most, like jumping and scaring them or throwing a rock towards them to scare them, he loves to watch them fly away and disperse amongst the giant canopies of the trees, they remind him of fireflies (CAN I JUST SAY I KNOW THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS SO CUTE WHEN HES LOOKING UP WITH THAT LIL SMILE)

✿ I also 100% believe the headcanon that he loves the fruit on pandora like he didn’t fw it at first but it grew on him fast and bro will just snack on them like he finds a bush of berries he knows he can eat?? That bush finna be clear by the time he is done with it and best believe he even ate the non-ripe ones too because he likes that extra sourness

✿ his favorite is this fruit that grows really high and looks like stars from the forest floor, but as you climb up closer you realize they are glowing pieces of fruit the size of an orange with smooth blue skin, like a plum. he loves biting into them, they're juicy like mango and the juice is fluorescent!! bro thinks that is so cool lmao and looked in the water and smiled with a glowing mouthful of fruit

✿ he is one of the few who wake up first in the morning and has a nice cup of coffee while he waits for everyone else to get up and ready so they can debrief and get to work, it's his moment of calm before he starts his day and he just likes to take his time to remember. He wants to remember as much as possible, anything that could help with the mission of course but almost literally anything else. he feels like a stranger in his own body and he feels like he needs to get to know himself because he knows one thing for sure, he is not the same colonel as before

✿ when he takes spider as a hostage, he starts using this time to remember him and his mother Paz, she was beautiful but he didn’t feel as strongly for her as it appeared she had for him as he looked back, and although there were some memories of spider, it wasn’t nearly as much as he thought there should have been

✿ it kinda bothers him why he can’t figure out why he suddenly cares but like I said he has like no time to process this at all, this mf on the go all the time

✿ another headcanon I love is he loves flying which is 100% true, bro can never go back it is the funnest shit he has ever done, like he loves the danger of it and the ease of it is so comfortable for him it’s hard to believe the creature beneath him isn’t a machine hooked up to his brain but rather another animal with its own conscious and emotions

✿ since he flys so much, he has a really good relationship with his Ikran. He loves to spoil her THAT'S RIGHT HER (he was shocked too ong) but he loves his little princess bro!! Best believe he turns into a Jay Pritchett from modern family with his little Stella!! I’m talking treats, I'm talking good scratches behind the wing joints and on the tail, and I’m talking playful fighting!

✿ they have a good relationship and trust each other and because of this his Ikran likes to get a little sneaky, she’ll stalk him when watching the crew do their thing, scouting and looking for stuff for his mission, she gets mischievous, diving down to grapple him to the floor

✿ obviously he’s a little taken off guard but he knows almost immediately that it's her and rolls around with her, tossing each other around for a bit only for all fun and smiles to cease when the click of a gun is heard not too far. Quaritch is quick to get up and out of their play and give the meanest, menacing deathly glare towards Lyle, or Z-Dog, or whoever the fuck was aiming that weapon at his best friend (basically)

✿ “And just what the hell do you think you are doing, Soldier?” They all just shit themselves, his aura wasn’t anything but deadly and they knew they had fucked up, a quick “sorry colonel” and they turn around to go fuck off somewhere else and stop causing problems

*＊✿❀NSFW❀✿＊*

❀ yes, I most definitely needed to add this because I feel like it even though I ain’t got much💀!!

❀ new body, new sensations ;) he loves his schlong lmao like I hate to put it that way but bro got some pride in being HUNG in that area (he lwk hung in every area but whateva) obviously he doesn’t hold dick-measuring contests (anymore) but if he did- yeah he would probs have them all beat

❀ definitely jerked off a few times, and definitely found new triggers. When he has a little time to himself and needs to blow off some steam, he unbuckles that belt quickly and pulls down his pants a bit to get to work. He’s found his queue is very sensitive when in this kind of situation, like yeah it's sensitive all the time BUT it’s especially when he's on the brink of an orgasm, he’ll tug on it a little, the throb sending shivers down his spine and pressure straight to his tip, already leaking profusely with precum, so ready to explode but it’s when he runs his hand down the braid and rubs the nodes of the queue between his fingers, rolling them gently he cums with a deep groan and shutters quietly, riding out one of the most intense orgasms he’s probably ever had lmao

❀ his tail is also sensitive, not quite as the queue but sensitive around the base, he found that out in the shower lol

❀ his ears!! Also sensitive to touch, esp the tips, he likes to feel them first to sort of get in the mood, his little personal foreplay before the fun part

❀ A/n: but for now that is all I have ladies and gentlemen, please request anything, he or one-shots, requests are now officially open again!!🫶

#navi quaritch #avatar way of water #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #x reader #colonel quaritch x reader #fluff #smut #avatar 2 #navi smut #alien #pandora #headcanon #avatar headcanons #quaritch fluff #general headcanons

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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Road Trip Rally

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

“Horse!”

The interruption to his singing of “Spice Up Your Life” by the Spice Girls left Bradley with a deadpanned expression . Three and a half hours into an eight hour drive and the couple was currently working their way through their fourth playlist.

“What?” [y/n] asked as she signaled to switch lanes, “It’s the rule!”

“What rule?” Bradley took a sip of his water as he pushed his aviators up the bridge of his nose.

“This just shows how much of an only child you are, Bradshaw.” [y/n] teased.

As a playful threat, Bradley squeezed [y/n]’s right thigh that laid beneath his warm hand.

However, [y/n] found the message to be unclear. Was it a threat of punishment that he would be removing his hand and therefore, attention or if his hand would be traveling northbound to punish her for being mouthy.

His body language offered no answer so [y/n] pressed on. “The rule that anytime you see a cow, horse, whale or any animal of interest while on a car ride you must inform everyone.”

“Okay…”

Offended by his tone of disbelief, [y/n] huffed. “Don’t make me seem crazy! You literally do it when you fly!”

“What?”

“On your six!”

“You’re so cute Mrs. Bradshaw.” Laughing, Bradley was hit with a wave of affection for his wife. “Don’t be mean, Bradshaw!”

The simultaneous buzzing of their phones drew Bradley’s attention away from his favorite sight. Though curious about the incoming text that had her husband chuckling, [y/n] instead focused on the road. “What?”

“Mav sent me a photo of Darcy helping out in the Hard Deck. And by helping, I mean stealing the dish towels.”

“That’s our perfect angel.” [y/n] mused as she thought of their puppy. Darcy was well trained most of the time but she had a mischievous streak. “Just like her mother” was Bradley’s common phrase anytime Darcy misbehaved. But [y/n] knew that her husband was no perfect angel, his track record of sweet talking her into skinny dipping and nearly getting them kicked out of two supermarkets were proof enough.

“I wanna see!” Reaching her hand across the console, [y/n] was met with Bradley holding her hand instead of passing his phone.

“Not when you’re driving!” Bringing their intertwined hands to his mouth, Bradley pressed light kisses to each of her fingers.

Feeling Bradley’s mustache tickle the back of her hand, [y/n] giggled as she felt his lips turn upward against her hand.

“I don’t need you to be more distracted.” But before Bradley could place another kiss on her hand, [y/n] pulled her hand out of his.

“Are you saying I’m a bad driver?” [y/n] asked with playful offense.

“No, I would never! Parking on the other hand…” Rooster Bradshaw replied, biting and affectionate.

“Excuse me? You should know that I still haven’t forgiven you for saying I’m a bad pool player.”

If they had been anywhere but this car, Bradley would have trapped her body against his and kissed the annoyance out of his wife. But unable to leave her breathless and wanting, Bradley settled for further irritation. “So drunk [y/n] remembers that from two years ago but not when I absolutely destroyed Hangman at darts last week?!”

“I was tipsy at most!” Bradley chuckled at [y/n]’s defiant response leaving her to roll her eyes as adjusted her sitting posture. The drive from San Diego to Napa Valley left them on long stretches of the highway and her butt was beginning to hurt.

“Glad to see how much my happiness and trumpets mean to you, baby.” Bradley finished before he stuck his tongue out in retaliation to [y/n].

As an expert in the mannerism and movements of [y/n], Bradley watched her shifting and knew what it meant. “Want to switch again?”

If not confined to the driver’s seat and the obligation of keeping them alive, [y/n] would have leaned over the console and kissed Bradley. His repeated thoughtfulness and ability to be intune with her body, just fueled [y/n]’s adoration. “We still have 5 miles on this so let’s do it then.”

However, a flash of lighting across the sky followed by the rumble of thunder drowned out Bradley’s reply. As the sky opened up, Bradley removed his aviators and addressed [y/n]. Bradley knew [y/n] never enjoyed driving in the rain, especially when there were sheets of rain coming down hard. “Switch now?”

“Yes, please!” [y/n] was quick to reply and quicker to pull the Bronco to a halt on the highway shoulder.

Unbuckling her seatbelt and pushing the seat back, [y/n] began to move until Bradley’s voice stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“To the back so we have room to switch?” However, noting his expectant look, [y/n] let out a laugh. “Oh, I see your game, Bradshaw.”

Giving her an innocent boyish grin, Bradley titled his head. “What game?”

[y/n] Bradshaw was an expert on Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw in her own right. After over four years of researching, observing and exploring Bradley, she knew exactly what he was doing. The torrential downpour that had overtaken their peaceful drive left limited visibility for the road, let alone five-feet in front of them. Therefore, [y/n] knew Bradley wanted to use it as cover to let out the frustration he had been feeling since they rushed out the door at 7AM to drop Darcy off at Penny’s.

“What game?” [y/n] mocked before maneuvering herself over the console to straddle her husband.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Mrs. Bradshaw.” Leaning back in the passenger seat, Bradley dutifully accommodated his wife. “I was just sitting here innocently,” Bradley began as his hands slipped under her shirt, betraying the purity of words. “And you just decided to come onto me.”

[y/n] leans in, subconsciously mirroring Brasdley’s own action. Despite the excitement, rush and heat burning through her by just being in the proximity of her husband, [y/n] presses her lips to his slowly and tenderly. Coaxing his face closer, [y/n] felt a shudder run through her body as he reciprocated eagerly, sliding an arm around her back.

Withdrawing just enough to nudge her nose playfully against his own, [y/n] lets out a breathless chuckle as Bradley begins to drag her Rocky Mountain National Park shirt up her body. “Yes, Lieutenant Bradshaw is the pinnacle of innocence.”

A/N: I appreciate any and all feedback! Hope you guys enjoy! Taglist is open if anyone else wants to be included.

Taglist: @ateliefloresdaprimavera @n3ssm0nique @shadeds-library

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fic #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #top gun maverick x reader #top gun imagine

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amazon160 · 10 months

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I am here for the mature ramblings of Sony’s new animated film installment, Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse. I will not be overseeing only one character, and I will not be commentating on the new character, The Spot, or Dr. Johnathon Ohnn.

I have no admiration for The Spot and will see to it.

No admiration whatsoever.

None at all.

Great, now that that’s out of the way.

HOLY HELL I LOVE THE SPOT SO MUUUCCCCHHH!!!!! AAAAA I need to just GUSH real fast cause all my friends would JUUDDDGGEE MMEEEEEE 😫

I ALWAYS simp for the silly characters, especially when they get a teeny bit unhinged, so I had to tread carefully around this guy once I saw him in theaters. But HOLY CRAP once I saw the edits I was DOWN BAD.

AND NOW I’M DOWN WORSE.

Which feels kinda weird, cause he also turned out to be one of my kins and a little more like a comfort character??

Idk.

AAAA EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS SOO AAAAAAA

He is SUCH. A DORK. AND I LUV IT. He was so cute when he was putting the homemade collider together in his lil workshop like “This is what I love about science!” 🥺 THE BABY-And he’s legit smart, too?? Like that bumps him up a level or two I love the smarties 🤭

And he’s got the dad bod! He ain’t jacked!! Tbh I was just thinking “TYPICAL” of the Miguel simps to simp for the jacked guy. But SPOT. Idk man he looks so cuddly 😋 And his arms and legs are extra long as a bonus. I could see the chubbier version of him from his concept art being a lot softer. HE LOOKS SO MUCH FRIENDLIER I COULDN’T SEE HIM HURT ANYONE-

Well.

I STILL CAN’T WITH THIS VERSION OF HIM-

His hands.

I’ve got no dirty thoughts about that, unlike SOME of y’all 😏 Tbh I just wanna give him a high five. Hold his hand for a bit, y’know. Give the poor guy a hug, he needs it. He looks like either a good or an awkward hugger, which is great cuz I’m awkward too 😭😂

But yea just fluffy time like the short bit I wrote. That’s when them hands would come in handy lol

AND HE LOOKS PRETTY TALL TOO. Those scenes when he grabbed Miles’ head in the theaters, HOLY CRAP I NEEDED TO GET A HOLD OF MYSELF I WAS SITTING BETWEEN MY PARENTS-

Again, then hands-

That’s all for now :)

#the spot #atsv the spot #the spot atsv #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderverse #johnathon ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 6 months

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Boss battle

Okay, so you overreacted... you can admit to that. But to be fair, you are known as Lord Sullivan's child. Shame on them for not expecting such behavior.

Something had just felt off about today from the start. You had felt this way since that morning. You had tried to wave off the feeling, but you couldn't shake it. And then, you got the text.

It's funny how a short message can terrify you beyond measure. 'We've lost Iruma.' The horrified shriek that escaped your throat could probably be heard across hell.

Suddenly, it didn't matter that you were human. It didn't matter that you were miles away with no wings. Your baby was missing!!! The Demon King himself wouldn't have been able to stop you.

At this point, you were driving my pure anxiety. By the time you reached the park, it's in chaos. Que more panic and hyperventilating. Now it wasn't just one child at risk, but all your children?!?

Was it too late to do anything? It better not be otherwise you were going to skin the children's 'chaperones' alive. Rage started to build inside you.

It was bad luck that you happened upon Kalego's group first. You arrived on time to see Jazz dangling from one of the beasts large ears. The shrill sound of the whistle was nothing compared to the shattering of your own mind.

'Mmmmmmmyyyyy Bbbbbaaaaaabbbbbyyyyy!!!!!!!' Your mind howls as your body lunged to catch him. You then watched as Kalego used his Ceberus to take down the monster. He turns, showing a smug smirk.

That smirk dies when he notices you still holding Jazz tightly in your arms. Your nostrils flare. "Tell me something, Naberius-sensei..." A chill fills the air.

"What could have possibly possessed you into sending the very children you are supposed to be protecting to fight a monster?" Your eyes glow eriely. If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

"I don't care what febel excuse you could have. In fact, don't say a word." The cold icy ton you used flooded his veins. Dread fills his systems. This is what staring death in the face felt like. You set jazz down.

Advancing forward as the prideful dog took a step back his mouth agap. Even though moments ago, he had taken down a monstrous beast... he was filled with immeasurable fear now.

You an unranked individual. You who showed no signs of fang, nor claw. Your every step seemed to shake the ground.

Even though he knew it was more than likely just another beast in the area. It certainly didn't feel like it. It was pure luck that in that moment, he was summoned.

Even though he now suffered knowing that Opera was now aware of his fluffy form. He was somewhat relieved. Temporarily at least.

As the magical creatures took up their ultimate form by merging together, it still seemed easier to handle. He had Shichiro and Opera to assist him after all. That was... until the unexpected happened.

'Reckless! Idiotic! What in Hell was that child thinking??? Was he really that stupid or just had a death wish?' Kalego screamed internally in his mind as he watched in horror.

Iruma was in the beasts way, right in the line of fire! Suddenly, a blinding light flashes. And you're there. A shield spread out in front of you, absorbing the blast.

You remaind unscathed. Iruma staring up at you from behind in awe. Runes glowed along your skin. Eyes illuminated. You were pissed at this point.

You made your way towards the enraged creature. It lunges trying to bite you. You were not amused. You grab its horn and slam the large body into the pavement, sending shockwaves across the park.

You stare down at the squirming animal. "A worm like you... tried to hurt my children..." Your hushed voice echos across the park.

A loud wail comes from the snarling mass of magic. You walk across its neck, your magic pulsing wildly. You should kill it. Ripping it apart piece by piece. You should ensure not a single speck of it remains.

Your finger twitched, itching to do it the old-fashioned way. But the children were watching. It's best to stick with the less messy way. Unfortunately.

You raised your hand to the sky. A storm brewed above you. The wind whipped around, creating a barrier. There would be no escape.

It tried to stand, but you weren't allowing that. You slammed your foot down on its jugular. Even if you were drastically smaller, the force of having the air knocked out made an impact.

"Devine bolt." You hissed. Swinging your hand down swiftly, calling lightning down. A large charge blasted through electrocution being your weapon. Frying the beast to a crisp.

You stomp again, and it crumbles to dust. You land on your feet. "If you three hadn't wasted your time and had been taking your duties seriously, none of this would have happened."

Your words were directed at the three adults. They tensed. You slowly turned your head towards them. Oh, they better be groveling for their lives by the time you were done with them.

"It doesn't matter if they insisted. Or that they were stubborn. It doesn't matter if you thought them capable. You are the adults. No adult should send a child into battle for them."

Opera stood defensively while Kalego bristles and Balam seemed to shrink behind them. "I will deal with each of you later." It wasn't a warning. It was a promise.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #iruma suzuki #lord sullivan #balam shichirou #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #opera #jazz andro #rage mode

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I SAW DRAGON AND STARTEDNABRAGRHAHB

holding out my idea of wolfwalkers type shit but with dragons. im jsutbtrghgrhgbrjrghrgjngrughibkjfggfhbjgrfihdkjh SMASHING MY HANDS ON MY DESK. PLEASE.

just imagining big angry dragon miguel with gold accents trying his damn hardest not to snap as hes got a bunch of smaller dragons clambering on him and excitedly talking while waiting to be told what to do. being dragons and all they go around and make sure theres peace between kingdoms and stuff ....

sobbing into my hands. i need to see more dragon content im GGGGHR AAHHHHHH

YES OMG PMG I LOVE DRAGON AU’S (so sorry this is kinda late 🙏 school seriously beat me up this week. Also YOUR ART IS SO SO SO COOL!)

(Also also I’m so sorry but I’m not familiar with the wolf walkers series and never got the chance to watch it :(( but I absolutely love the animation style and premise from the ads I’ve seen)

THIS IS NOT NSFW AT ALL!!! KINK BLOGS AND NSFW BLOGS DNI

I can just imagine miguel grumpily walking around with all of the spider kids either nestled on his back or chattering somewhere in the cave, waiting to get assigned their missions. I am in LOVE with the idea of Miguel sending them out to keep the peace between humans since sometimes humans can be very… not wise. Idk actually, maybe the some of the spider kids are humans and that’s how they meet Miguel or peter and Jess (bc I’d love to see them as dragons theyre so cool)

imagine a human Hobie just confidently walking around a dragon’s cave/network society and just casually arguing with a giant dragon Miguel. I’m feel like he’d get in the dumbest arguments with him just for the giggles. I can see him also baby sitting a hatchling mayday, keeping her fully entertained while Peter goes off to finish missions too dangerous to bring her along. Their little interactions in atsv were adorable especially the little salute he gave her.

or the fight between miles and Miguel ☹️ even tho I love him (Miguel) and understand why he did that and his motives, I’ll always feel so bad for miles. I feel like it would even be worse because instead of having a 6’9 roughly judged 310 pounds of muscle man chasing after you and pinning you down, there’s a ten ton dragon hellbent on having your dad die for the sake of the canon, claws, wings, VENOM/FIREBREATHING. It’s pretty much game over at that point. Ofc miles is a resourceful amazing wonderful intelligent human so I think he’d be able to reason with him. Besides, even then I kinda doubt Miguel would want to kill a kid, even if they’re a human. Nurturing instincts don’t go away after ur daughter dies 😋! Actually Miguel might even nom miles in an effort to keep him from messing up the canon :( can you imagine being so so terrified of this huge creature and getting nommed and you don’t know you’re safe and you’re panicking and —

The hurt and comfort is strong here :o. And the guilt. So much guilt. Once they work out their issues (there are so so so many poor dudes) I’m sure they’ll be besties. But that’s for human miles au

dragon miles would definitely get the short end of the stick. Even if he’s a hatchling (kind of, he’s in that odd stage between adult and adolescent but on the younger side) he’s still a whole lot more durable than if he’s a human. Which means that Miguel won’t be nearly as cautious handling him physically. Ouch. Miguel genuinely wants to protect miles in the movie but does it in the worst way possible. That would probably transfer over to this universe too.

But still because I absolutely LIVE for found family, I want to imagine they work through their problems in a long and very very non linear path that has setbacks and leaps forward and minor changes and everything because I love all of these characters sm and without depth they don’t feel like people. Plus imagining sleepy spider kids/dragons stumbling into Miguel’s section of the cave system/lair and deciding to take a quick nap there because it feels safe and waking up with Miguel curled loosely around them, wing slightly shielding them from the chilly drafts and hsjskskdjskj they have my heart. (Miguel will deny it later.)

or peter b taking the human kids out flying to let them feel at least a little what it’s like to taste the sky while Miguel lurks in the background anxiously, crimson eyes tense just in case peter accidentally drops one of them. Not that he would, he may be goofy but he’s most definitely not stupid.

I can imagine Miguel trying his hardest to stop some of the kids from doing things that he thinks is wayyy too dangerous for them and just giving up and tucking them away in his brooding pouch. If they won’t listen to his very very valid concerns then he’ll just have to make sure they don’t go anywhere >:(. Plus it’s warm and safe and even though Miguel will never admit it, he feels calmer if they’re there, protected completely bc he’ll never let anything hurt them. At least not while they’re nestled in one of the literal safest places in the world. I can’t imagine anyone would have an easy time getting to them when there’s a very protective and vengeful dragon guarding his precious brood.

and I haven’t even really gotten into the other characters either :( especially exploring the relationship between Jess and Gwen or Hobie and miles/gwen and pav but I feel like I’m writing too much so I’ll end it here. If you or anyone else wants to continue this thread/au PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME AN ASK! I LOVE THIS AU SM 😭😭

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #s: spidervores #spidervores #nonsexual vore

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