#goose still doesn’t take this seriously though

[sarahsmi13s]

Duckie

Chapter 9

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader; bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader

characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, jake seresin, penny benjamin, serenity hart, denver miller

word count: ~10.7k (don't kill me i know the chapter lengths are all over the place, i'm sorry)

warnings: language, parental doubts, canon character deaths mentioned, drinking, thunderstorms, jake being an absolute sweetheart

a/n: i want to apologize that is has been 8 months since i have last updated the main story, i really didn't think it would take that long... but i just wanted to make sure i was proud of the chapter and i really do think i am proud of it. so thank you for your patience and i hope you enjoy 💜

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

chapter summary: a week after duckie and jake went on their "not-date" she is seriously regretting not getting jake's number before he left -- considering they haven't seen each other since. though, as fate would have it, that weekend they see each other at the beach and as duckie is walking away jake gets a push from his friends to get her number. little does he know he'll be getting much more than that from her

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It had been a hectic week since your ‘not date’ date with Jake and honestly… you were missing him. Nick was missing him too, hugging the cowboy manta ray every afternoon when he napped. You were really kicking yourself for not getting his number, you had no way of talking to him. And you both were busy, you with school stuff and softball practices and Jake with his Top Gun classes. So you just had to bet on the off chance of running into him again.

Late that Saturday morning, you and Nick were walking the beach, occasionally splashing in the surf. You wanted to tire him out so when Serenity came over later to babysit, he wasn’t too much trouble.

At some point when you had been distracted, Nick had run off without you noticing, most likely seeing something he liked or wanted.

When you do notice his absence, it’s because you don’t hear giggling and splashing. You look down next to you and panic shoots through you when you see that your son isn’t right at your feet. 

“Nick? Nick! Nicky!”

Your chest heaved with your panicked breathing, thoughts running through your mind a mile and a half a minute as you shouted and ran across the beach like a mad woman – shouting for your son.

How could this happen? How could you not notice that your toddler wasn’t right next to you? What kind of mother gets that distracted that she doesn’t even hear her child run off? How did you not notice? Why didn’t you hear him? Why did you let something else pull your attention away that fast and for that long?

Maybe those middle aged mothers in the store were right? Maybe you were too young to be a decent mom… Maybe you shouldn’t–

“Han’man!” 

The small, but excited voice shut your thoughts off in an instant, relief flooding your entire body as you ran in the direction you heard your son – nearly tripping over your own feet in the panic. 

You spotted the classic beach volleyball court and saw Jake pick him up, looking equally as confused as he was happy. 

“Nick where’s your-” 

“Nicholas Jacob!” You called, adrenaline still pumping through your body.

Your son yelped a little and turned into Jake’s neck upon hearing you shout as the pilot cringed. The first and middle name? Never a good sign. 

“Oooh, someone’s in trouble,” he mumbled, instinctively rubbing the child’s back in order to keep him calm. 

The other aviators noticed this and gave Hangman a confused look. They were in the middle of a volleyball match and then boom a toddler’s running into the pilot's legs. And now he was comforting said child, not something they would expect from him usually.

Nick threw his arms around Jake’s neck, not turning to look at you as you ran over, sliding a little as the sand shifted under your heavy steps. “You can’t just run off like that! Do you know how worried I was?!”

The other pilots probably should have looked away, minded their own business. But now they were very intrigued as you came up to Jake as he held your son. 

And by the time you got in arms reach you had calmed down slightly, trying to channel your mother to help you handle this situation.

“Nicky,” you coaxed, as you got closer and reached out to rub his back. He just buried his face into Jake’s shoulder, a small cry coming from his lips as he hugged the pilot tighter. He hates yelling, he doesn’t like it when people are mad at him. You played with his curls, knowing that he thought you were angry, “Baby, I’m not mad… You just worry me when you run off like that. You are too much like your Uncle.” 

Nick looked at you finally, but still rested his head on Jake’s shoulder. His eyes were red and you sighed, knowing that he still thought you were mad. “I’m sorry I shouted, Nicky. Mama’s not mad at you. I promise.” He sniffled and reached out for you. You smiled softly and took him into your arms, then he promptly buried his face into your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, guys,” you apologized, looking around at all the pilots. “I don’t know how he got away from me.” Jake shook his head, waving it off with a flick of his wrist, “It’s okay. I was winnin’ anyway.” You laughed, bouncing Nick instinctively, “Alright, well, we’ll leave you to it.” You adjusted Nick on your hip, smiling at the men before walking away.

Jake watched you walk away before turning back to his classmates, clapping his hands together and ready to start the next match. But he was met with crossed arms and expecting looks. “Okay let’s – What?” 

“You’re in so deep, Hangman,” Denver, also known as ‘Ransom’, said with a teasing scoff. “Have you gotten her number yet?” 

The blond shook his head, “No but I figured she’d offer it when she was ready.” The other pilot rolled his eyes. “Seresin, since when have you ever waited for her to make the move?” Jake huffed, “She’s different. I don’t want to move too fast. I want her to know that I’m all in first.” 

Denver crossed his arms, “Hangman, go ask her. Show her you’re all in. She won’t know if you don’t tell her. And I’m pretty sure she’s a little nervous to ask you. You know… given that she doesn’t know!” 

Jake’s eyes widened in realization, making the brunette laugh as Jake jogged after you, “Hey, Y/N, wait up!”

You turned as he called out to you, Nicky looking up as well from his spot on your shoulder. Looking up at him as he slowed down to a stop in front of you, you tilted your head a little, “Yeah?”

He took a few deep breaths, talking with one hand as the other rested on his hip, “First I want to preface, it’s totally cool if you say no. But we’ve been getting to know each other, and I was wondering if I could get your number?” 

You looked at Nick then back at Jake, thinking about your response carefully. “I’ll be at the bar tonight. Come by and we’ll talk about it.” 

Jake nodded, and smirked, “I look forward to it.” He ruffled Nick’s hair before going back to the group.

You smiled, eyeing him as he walked away – a little more confidence in his step as he walked up to his friend. 

You know you were kicking yourself before for not getting his number, but now that he’s asked you… you were hesitant, you felt like you had a lot you needed to tell him before you took this step. Sighing a little, you adjusted Nick on your hip again and made your way back to your car.

During the drive home, Nicky was quiet and played with the shells he had found on the beach.

You knew he was still upset from when you yelled, and you knew that he didn’t quite understand why you were so worried. He was only three after all, and he had so much wonder that it was a miracle he didn’t run off to squash his curiosities more often.

He did need to understand why you had shouted and why you were so worried, it was important that he knew that.

But neither of you were ready to give nor receive that conversation. You were still thrumming with that anxiety from the 90 second eternity it took to find him and he was still upset from when you yelled at him. You just needed to wait for when you got home after you both calmed down.

When you got home, you gave Nicky his bath in near silence as you made sure all the sand was gone and he was clean of salt water.

You had thought through your side of the conversation and decided on how you were going to talk to him.

After getting him bathed and getting some comfy clothes picked out, you knelt in front of him as you helped him dry off.

“Nicky? Can we talk about what happened at the beach?” 

He sniffed, nodding his head under the little shark hood of his towel. 

You smiled softly at him and gave a gentle squeeze to his arms. “You know Mama isn’t angry right?” “You yelled… people yell when they’re angy…” His voice was soft and timid, he was trying not to cry again. 

“Oh baby…” You tilted his head up and cupped his cheek. “Sometimes people yell when they’re angry or mad. But not all the time.” Confusion flashed over his tearfilled eyes and you sighed. 

You sat back on your heels, wiping his tears away with your thumb. “People can yell for a lot of different reasons, Nick. Sometimes we yell or shout because we’re excited, we’ve done that before haven’t we? Like when you saw Hangman and shouted because you were so excited to see him.” 

He nodded, using the towel to wipe his other eye as you gave him an encouraging smile.

“It all comes down to how we say something, and I know that might not make sense just yet, because you’re three, but it will and we’ll talk more about it then. But I know you don’t like yelling when people sound angry or mean, it’s loud and it can be scary, right?” He nodded again, sniffling a little, “Yeah…” 

You nodded, dipping your head a little to look him in the eye. “And Mama’s sorry if she sounded angry or mean, that wasn’t my intention. But you running off like that scared me, it really really scared me. I didn’t know if you were hurt or lost.” 

“But I was safe with Han’man… I was okay Mama…” 

“I know that now. But in the moment I was really worried about you and I didn’t know where you had run off too. That’s why I shouted.” 

You rubbed his arms, making sure to hold eye contact. “You can’t just run off like that without telling me. It makes me worried for your safety.” 

The dam finally broke and Nick started sobbing. “I’m sorry Mama… I-I jus’ saw Han’man an-and wa-wanted to s-say hi…” 

“I know, I know baby,” you cooed, wiping his tears as they fell. “And Mama forgives you, I know you didn’t mean to. And I know there will be times where you’re really really curious and you want to explore, but you have to tell me so I, or someone else, can make sure you’re safe. And there will be times I’m gonna yell, but I still love you okay? And I will do better to control my tone in the future.” 

He sniffled and hugged you tightly, his little arms wrapping around your neck in a grip that rivaled a grown man. You smiled and adjusted your legs, crossing them before wrapping him tighter in his towel and pulling him into your lap.

You sat on his floor for a while, holding him close and rocking back and forth as you pressed kisses to the side of his head.

It wasn’t too long after that conversation that Serenity was using her spare key to come in, finding you and Nick giggling in the living room as you watched Kung Fu Panda.

“Looks like I’m missing all the fun,” she laughed, sitting her backpack down on the bar. 

Nick sat up, a wide smile on his face, “Ren!” She smiled and walked over, her arms out wide for a hug, “Nicky J!” He got off the couch quickly and ran to her, hugging her with a high pitched giggle. 

You smiled as you stood up, “Oh I don’t know about missing the fun, just a little late to the party.” 

“Well, I guess I have some fun to catch up on,” she said as she ruffled Nicky’s curls. “And Mama can relax a little bit.” 

You nodded because now that she was here you could take a shower and get ready to go to the bar. You needed the moment of solitude to collect yourself after your mild panic attack on the beach. Needed to take a second alone to let the parental mask slip and just let yourself feel.

“Yes, and I will be showering and getting ready to go to the bar. You both can finish the movie and give me the rundown when I come back.” 

Serenity nodded, “You got it, we’ll take notes. Won’t we buddy?” Nicky nodded, “And we can act it out for you too!” You smiled and played with his hair, “Yes you can, and I look forward to it.” Nick giggled, running back over to climb on the couch and continue watching the movie.

You looked at the college student, brows raised as you let out a breath. She arched her eyebrow inquisitively, “Mama need me time?” You nodded, rubbing your hands on your thighs. “She needs so much me time. Had a bit of a scare at the beach and I need a minute to process it, without him two feet away… God, that sounds so bad doesn’t it?”

She shook her head, grabbing your wrist gently, “Not at all. You need space to breathe, that’s why I’m here – well, and cause I love that little man over there.” You both laughed, glancing over at the couch where Nick was zeroed in on the TV. 

Her grip tightened momentarily to gain your attention again. “And you’re doing great, Y/N. Don’t ever question that.” 

A rush of tears filled your eyes, a weight you hadn’t realized was sitting on your chest lifting ever so slightly and allowing you to actually breathe again. Biting your lip to keep from crying in front of your son, you hugged Serenity letting out a heavy exhale that released the obsessive thoughts that rattled in your head. 

“Thank you…” 

Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but your gratitude was nothing short of a scream. 

Serenity rubbed your back, “And I will fight anyone that says otherwise. Even you. Understand?” She pulled back only when you did as you nodded and wiped your face. “Good,” she nodded towards your bedroom with a smile. “Now go shower.” 

You nodded, squeezing her shoulder in thanks before jogging towards your room.

She smiled after you before turning to your son, clapping her hands as she walked over, “Okay Nicky, let’s make sure we get all the details for Mama.” 

After your much needed shower, taking the solitary moment to breathe and let more tears fall to just release the stress, you got dressed in a pair of jeans and an old band t-shirt you had held onto from when you went through your mom’s things. And you added a black jacket because it had clouded over while you were in the shower. 

And of course, Nicky gave you the rundown of what you missed of Kung Fu Panda while you got ready before going back to let you finish up.

You took a deep breath as you clasped the guitar pick necklace behind your neck, letting the engraved gold rest against your sternum. Kendall had gotten it for you for graduation, having your favorite lyric of Great Balls of Fire engraved on the front – because he indeed drove you crazy and vice versa. For Christmas, Penny went and had Kendall’s initials engraved on the back, knowing that you’d be giving the necklace to Nicky once he was old enough.

Letting the breath out and calming yourself down, you stepped out of your room and slipped your jacket on as you walked to the door. “Okay, I’m heading out. It looks like it might rain, so just call me if anything happens or you need me to come home, okay?” 

Serenity nodded from her spot on the couch, popping a goldfish cracker into her mouth “Got it, go have fun.” 

You squatted down and Nicky ran over to give you a hug. “Bye Mama, have fun with Han’man.” You smiled and rubbed his back, “I will. Be good for Ren okay? I won’t be back until after you go to bed, so I love you baby.” You gave him kisses all over his face, “Mwah, I love you sooo much.” He giggled and kissed your temple, “I love you too Mama.” 

You shared a smile and he ran back to the couch to curl up in his corner.

“Okay, you know all the numbers Ren. If I don’t answer, call Penny or the bar. Okay, I’m gonna head out now, see if I can beat the rush of pilots that are gonna get grounded soon. I love you both, bye.”

They both waved at you as you grabbed your purse and walked out the door.

About 90 minutes and one Amarello after you arrived, you watched Jake stroll into the bar, his green eyes finding you leaning on the bar immediately despite the crowd in front of him. 

“Howdy,” you greeted with a smile as he walked over and leaned on the bar next to you. “Hi, Darlin’,” he replied, grinning down at you.

You glanced around, the bar wasn’t as packed as you thought it would be, but it was still full of pilots since the surprise showers grounded their classes for the rest of the day. 

You looked back at Jake, remembering his question from earlier today on the beach. As you drove over and the hour and half you had to yourself at the bar, you had tried your best to prepare your speech, get everything you needed to say in order so you didn’t fuck anything up and miscommunicate your feelings.

Sighing, you closed your eyes, recalling everything you had lined up to tell him. You didn’t look in his eyes, keeping your gaze centered on his chest, knowing his green irises would wipe your memory. 

“I’m gonna be honest here Jake…” 

He held up his hand, gently interrupting you, “I get it, Y/N. If you still aren’t ready for a relationship, I understand. But I still want to be a friend that you can call, whether it be just to talk to me or if you need help.” 

You sighed, relief filling your chest knowing that he was willing to wait, but you still wanted, no needed, to tell him how you were feeling. 

You finally looked up in his eyes, swallowing the word vomit of emotions that wanted to escape, “Jake, you have done a lot these past few weeks. You’ve taken the time not only to get to know me but to get to know Nick. That means so much to me, more than you know. And I can tell that Nick already likes you, so I can’t just let you out of our life easily.” 

Jake smiled, bashfully looking down at the bar as a chuckle broke through his lips, “I try my best. And I’m a little offended that you thought getting rid of me would ever be easy.” 

You rolled your eyes before continuing. 

“And I do like you, Jake. I like you a lot. While you are cocky as hell, you’re sweet and a gentleman. It’s just…” You rocked on your feet, thinking of everything you needed to say but couldn’t put into words – your rehearsed lines disappearing into thin air now that Jake was here. Damn those eyes.

You hung your head, trying to see if looking away from him would help re-materialize the pre-coordinated words. 

But Jake ducked his head to meet your eyes, showing you he was listening and chasing away your coherent thoughts, “It’s just what, Y/N?” 

You glanced at Penny, receiving a reassuring nod from her and sending a short one back. “I’m gonna step outside really quick Pen, watch my drink?” She nodded and gave you a small, encouraging smile. 

“Follow me,” you patted Jake's shoulder, and slid your hand down his arm to grab his hand. 

You pulled him outside to the covered deck and leaned on the railing, taking a deep breath to inhale the scent of the rain – trying to reign in your racing thoughts.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Jake’s whiskey smooth voice asked as he leaned on the railing as well, his back facing the clouds.

You cleared your throat, dropping your head to look at the damp sand as you pieced together the puzzle of emotions and words in your head. 

“My dad died when I was 4… He left my mom alone to raise 2 kids that were too much like their father. I told myself that I need to stay away from service men, definitely pilots. But you, and your perfect teeth and perfect hair, those damn green eyes…” 

Jake was flattered but he could feel how this was going to end. You’d build up his ego to cushion his fall when you turned him down.  

“You have become an exception to my one rule.” Okay… Jake certainly wasn’t expecting that. “A rule that I gave myself on my own. I’m just scared, Jake. Nick and I have grown so… close to you and I’m afraid–” 

Jake lifted your chin, cutting you off, and quietly spoke to you, noting the thin line of tears in your water line. “Hey… I understand. But I’m a damn good pilot, I ain’t goin’ down easy.” You laughed, shaking your head fondly before smiling up at him, “There’s that ego.” 

He chuckled softly, his trademark half-smile flashing a canine, “What can I say? But seriously, I will do whatever it takes to get back to you both safe. If that’s what you want.” 

You nodded, stepping closer, unconsciously straightening your back to be closer to him, “I want it, I do.” You bit your lip, a shuddering breath escaping your lips. 

His soft gaze hardened slightly, reading your body language, but it softened again as he tilted your chin up. “Then why are you hesitating?” You shrugged, shaking your head subtly, “I don’t know.” 

You knew why, deep down you knew why you were holding back. Why you wanted to spray the butterflies in your stomach with vinegar. Your brain knew why. But your heart was pounding on your ribcage, trying to get to your brain to tell you it was okay. That you could love again, and it would all be okay.

Jake leaned down, seeing the fight in your eyes. “Is this okay?” You nodded, your breath mixing with his as you looked from his eyes to his lips and back again.

There was a soft eagerness, a puppy in those green eyes waiting to run around, bouncing as he waited for his command – a command only you could give. It was familiar but completely new at the same time. But it felt safe.

Instead of giving him the words he was looking for, you rested your hand on the side of his neck and pressed your lips to his – letting your heart take the wheel.

The kiss was soft, but it didn’t change the fact that butterflies went wild in both of your stomachs. Jake couldn’t help but smile against your lips as he cupped your jaw and tasted the hint of Amaretto on them.

You pulled away, needing to get air into your lungs but Jake chased your lips, catching them in their minty trap. It was clear he came prepared for anything, not that you minded. 

Your free hand fisted in his jacket, wafting his cologne into the air – an all consuming, but not overwhelming scent.

You both finally pulled away from the chaste kiss, light headed and breathless. You stayed close, your noses brushing against each other. 

“What’s gonna happen when you leave?” 

Jake smirked, his breath still tickling your lips as he pulled out his phone, “Well, I’m not sure, but it’d be a hell of a lot easier with your number.” You laughed and finally looked up at him, stepping back a little to take his phone, “Smooth Lieutenant. Very smooth.”

As you and Jake held eye contact a smile settled across your face before you looked down at his phone, typing in your number and sending a text to yourself.

Jake couldn’t help the blush that darked his tanned cheeks at the sparkle of your smile that not even the rain could dim. 

You weren’t like anything he’s ever seen before; a strong, single mother that did everything for the sake of her child and someone that had gone through so much at such a young age.

“You’re amazing…” 

Jake hadn’t realized what he said out loud until you giggled and looked down at the deck with pink tinted cheeks. 

“I said that out loud, didn't I?” He laughed at the end of his question. You nodded, “You did. But I’m flattered, so thank you.” 

You messed with his jacket, “And you’re good, Lieutenant. Maybe too good to be true.” 

“You’re stroking my ego, Darlin’.” You giggled and gave him a quick kiss, “I better head back in.” He grabbed your waist, “Do you have to?” “Do you want to have fun or not?” He bit his lip and you patted his chest and walked in. 

He watched you walk in and shook his head. Laughing to himself he adjusted his posture and went in and straight to the pool table.

You and Jake hung out at the bar for hours after that, having the time of your life. 

You danced to the music that came from the jukebox, played darts and you watched him play pool. You drank and ate, Penny keeping an eye on you both because you had to drive back home to your son and Jake did not need a hangover in the morning.

But you didn’t need the drinks to have a good time. Like right now. Jake had suggested another round of darts, but this time, you added a few spins before your throw. Almost like kids getting ready to hit a pinata at a party.

Jake grinned as he spun you around a few times. “Okay, now that you’re properly dizzy, why don’t you try and get a bullseye?” 

“You’re kidding me,” you giggled as you swayed a little on your feet. “I doubt I’m gonna hit the target. I can’t hit it when I’m standing straight, what makes you think I can hit it when I’m dizzy?”

He shook his head and turned you by your shoulders to square up to the board. “Who knows, maybe you’ll be better?” You snorted as you raised the dart, “I highly doubt that.” He scoffed playfully, “Just throw the dart, Y/N.”

You giggled, “Okay okay.” 

Your tongue poked out of the seam of your lips as your vision swam a bit and you lined up your shot. 

Taking a few balk throws, you finally get ready to actually throw it when there is a harsh crack, followed by a loud, booming sound – loud enough to rattle the windows.

“Oh shit!”

Any attempt you had made to actually aim the dart didn’t matter, because when you jumped at the harsh thunder the dart was sent on its own journey.

You laughed at your reaction to the sudden thunder and leaned back against Jake, “I can blame that horrible throw on the thunder, right?” He looked over your shoulder, seeing the dart about a foot and a half under the board in the wall.

“You sure it was thunder?” 

Your jaw dropped and you smacked his chest with the back of your hand, “That was uncalled for Seresin. But I walked into that one.” You both laughed as Jake nodded, “Yeah, I guess I can give you another shot Bradshaw.”

“Well, thank you oh so gracious Hangman,” you sassed a little as you readied another dart. “I’m actually gonna try this time.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms as he watched you repeat your process, his eyes drawn to your lips as your tongue once again pokes out. 

You managed to throw the dart just as the lights flickered out. 

“Are you fucking serious? The weather really doesn’t want me to hit this board,” you grumbled as you pulled your phone out to use your flashlight. 

Jake did the same, him immediately shining it at the dart board.

“Look at what we have here, you actually hit the board,” he teased as he walked up to the board. “Not a bullseye, but you hit it.” You flipped your hair, “Look at me go. Mama’s still got it.” 

Jake gave you a look, his face deadpanned and his brow low. You held his eyes, yours playfully squinting. 

It was a standoff for about 20 seconds before you both started laughing.

“C’mon Mother Goose, let’s go to the bar,” he chuckled as he grabbed your hand gently.

You froze for a second, confused as to where he got that nickname from – forgetting it was just a nursery rhyme to everyone else at that moment. 

He looked at you, frowning in concern, “Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” 

You shook it off, swallowing as you nodded, “Yeah, yeah… I’m okay.” 

With a furrowed brow, he stepped closer, tilting your chin up with a crooked finger, “You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?” 

His light tease pulled you back fully. 

“N-No, I’m fine, it’s okay,” you said softly as you shook your head. He cupped your cheek, “Are you sure?” You nodded, “Yeah, yeah, just thought of Nicky… He’s not the best with storms sometimes.” 

“Do you wanna check in on him? Make sure he’s doing okay? Especially now that the power’s out.” 

You chewed on your lip, your thumb and pinky tapping rhythmically on your thigh. “Are you sure it’s okay?” 

Jake nodded, “Of course it is! That’s your baby, do not question if it’s okay. It’s always okay.” You immediately open your contacts, “Thank you.” 

He smiled, squeezing your hand, “I’ll be at the bar when you’re ready, if you gotta go home, that’s okay.”

You gave him a smile and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as your phone rang, waiting for Serenity to pick up. 

Jake nodded again before going over to the bar.

Penny and Jimmy were turning on battery powered lanterns and setting them up around the bar. 

“You guys need some help?” Jake offered as he leaned on the bar.

She looked up at him as she sat a lantern down on the bar, “You don’t think you could get the power back on, could ya?” 

Jake laughed lightly, “If my call sign was Sparky, I might be able to give it a shot. Unfortunately, it’s not.” Penny shook her head with a laugh, “It’s alright Hangman, once we get these set up, we’ll hopefully get the generator up and running.” 

He nodded, “In the meantime, I’ll take two waters, if you can spare them.” She nodded with a smile, “Coming right up.”

As she got the bottles out of the ice bucket she prepped after looking at the forecast, you came over after finishing up your call.

You sighed a little as you sat down. 

“Hey,” Jake greeted as he rubbed your knee. “How’s the little man holdin’ up? He alright?” You nodded, smiling as you rested your hand on his, “Yeah, Serenity said he was snuggled up on the couch with his turtle and his manta ray, watching movies with plenty of goldfish crackers.”

Penny popped up, “You have power?” 

“Nope,” you laughed a little awkwardly. “He’s watching it on Serenity’s laptop. Which I told her she didn’t have to let him do that. She’s got stuff to do for summer classes but mine was dead. I just hope she doesn’t get behind.”

She gave you your water, “She’s a good kid, I’m sure she’ll be okay for one night.” You nodded and sipped your drink, “Yeah.”

You looked around noticing that everyone started to mellow out since the place was practically pitch black – save for the lanterns.

“Man… seems the lights weren’t the only thing the storm took out. How long until the generator is up and running?” You asked, leaning on the bar. 

Penny shrugged, “I don’t know. It depends, we haven’t used it in a few years. It shouldn’t take too long, I think Jimmy checked on it after the clouds rolled in and the forecast changed.”

You nodded and looked around, “Well, maybe some live music can hold everyone over until then.” Penny and Jake furrowed their brows as you grabbed a lantern and went over to the piano.

“What? Did you seriously think that Bradley was the only one of my father’s kids that could play? C’mon now Penny, you should know better than that,” you teased with a playful wink over your shoulder.

Jake furrowed his brow, “Have you been holding out on me Mother Goose?” His tone was entirely playful as he came over to piano with his phone flashlight on as a fresh toothpick hung from his lips.

Penny blinked and looked up, a rush of nostalgia hitting her, “Wait did you just call her ‘Mother Goose’?” Jake looked up at her and nodded as he rolled the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, “Yes ma’am I did.” She nodded and glanced at you as she wiped down the bar, “And um… w-where did that nickname come from?” 

He shrugged, “She’s got a little duck on her keychain and she’s a mama. Just kinda makes sense, I guess. Why do you ask?” 

You couldn’t help but smile a little as you tapped the keys. 

“Oh I was just-” Penny started but you cut her off gently.

“Goose was my dad’s call sign, Jake. A lot of his friends from the Academy and flight school called him ‘Mother Goose’,” you said, emotion present in your voice but you weren’t sad.

Jake stumbled over his words a little, “Oh I-I had no idea. I can stop if you w-want me too.” 

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you looked up at him, “No no, it’s okay Jake. It definitely shocked me when you called me that earlier, but it’s… nice.”

He smiled back at you and sat down, “I’ll call you whatever you want, Darlin’.” 

A giggle slipped past your lips and you were now thankful that the poor lighting hid the blush on your cheeks as you tested more keys.

You took a breath and readied your fingers on the right keys, “Okay okay, let’s get these people fired up.”

Jake arched his brow but then you played the opening notes to a song he heard non-stop in flight school when the class went out to a bar.

“Jerry Lee Lewis? You really are Bradshaw’s sister,” he laughed, gently nudging your shoulder but not so much as to mess you up.

You just rolled your eyes before jumping into the song. “~You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!~”

Jake chuckled as people in the bar began to cheer, a few patrons jumping in to sing with you. He looked around, seeing that the flashlights on phones had been turned on and everyone’s moods seemed to flip on dime.

“~You broke my will! Oh what a thrill!~”

“~Goodness gracious great balls of fire!~”

His eyes landed back on you, watching you play the piano like he had only ever seen your brother play. It was lively, bringing an energy to the bar that got zapped out with the electricity. Almost as if the lightning hit you and you soaked up all the energy in the bar, and now you were returning it when it was needed.

He felt himself singing along, unable to escape the way that your infectious voice seemed to latch on to everyone that heard it. 

Jake had always fought the urge to ‘feel the music’ when it was your brother. Be the one person in the bar unaffected by him. But here with you, he didn’t fight. He didn’t want to fight it. And he was unashamed to be sitting next to you on that piano bench, singing a song that you were sure your brother had played to death. 

He saw you smile at him when you noticed it, feeding off of his energy just as much as he was feeding off of yours.

You found yourself looking only at him to see if he was enjoying himself, using him as a reference point for how the rest of the bar was feeling. That your attempt at entertainment was working.

It felt good to see everyone having fun because of you.

Now you could understand why your dad and Bradley did this so often.

Your smile never left your face as you continued to sing, though you hated how the song was coming to an end so soon.

Jake met your eyes as you started the last verse, his smiling matching yours. 

“~I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs!~”

“~Real nervous but it sure is fun!~”

He watched your eyes light up as he sang the words back to you and the blush crawled up your neck. You clearly weren’t expecting him to sing that line to you – telling you how you made him feel through the song.

So, he continued to look at you, holding eye contact as he sang through a wide, infectious smile, using the lyrics to convey what he had trouble putting into words once again. 

“~Come on, baby! You’re drivin’ me crazy!~”

His heart fluttered when you seemed like you were at a loss for words, despite them already being written for you – all you could do was smile as your muscle memory continued to play.

“~Goodness, gracious! Great balls of fire!~”

You played the last string of notes, your face dangerously close to Jake’s as the soft glow of the lanterns and phone flashlights illuminated his features almost angelically, the lights creating a halo around him and blurring the crowd like a camera focusing in on the subject of its image. His green eyes, though casted in a shadow, twinkled softly as he looked your face over like you were the only thing in the room – and to him, you were.

He was seeing the same thing. The blues of LEDs and the yellow of the lanterns created a harsh but gorgeous contrast on your face as your chest heaved when you attempted to catch your breath and the light sheen of sweat made your skin shine in a way he never thought about before. Your eyes were illuminated, but they held a shine of their own when you looked him over.

The cheers behind him all melded into one sound, one that Jake could confuse for his own heartbeat if it wasn’t pounding against his ribcage.

There was no hesitation this time as he pulled you close by the nape of your neck and pressed his lips to yours with breathless passion.

Your outside hand fisted in his Henley shirt, the fabric warm but a little rough under your fingertips. His heart was thumping rhythmically against your knuckles, giving the butterflies in your stomach a beat to dance to.

His hand moved down to the side of your neck, his thumb finding your pulse point. The sensation of your heartbeat under his fingertips was mesmerizing.

The kiss felt both like an eternity and not long enough when you finally pulled away, both of your lips damp and as your breath mixed as your foreheads rested against each other.

Around you, the crowd was still buzzing with energy, talking to each other as they started mingling again. 

But you and Jake couldn’t hear them, not when you're so consumed with one another right there on the piano bench. You were in your own little world, a small sanctuary in the middle of the bar. Just you and him.

Smiling, you can’t stop the giggle from escaping as you try to smooth out where you had gripped his shirt. “That was um…”

“Electrifying?” Jake offered, his dimple appearing as he smirked playfully.

“That’s one way to put it, yeah,”  you said with a light, slightly breathless laugh.

He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something else, but the overhead lights flickered for a split second before they stayed steady and the sound of the jukebox started up again.

You both sat up straight, looking around the bar as the patrons started back up in their games they abandoned.

“Would you look at that – one song and you managed to light up the whole bar, literally,” Jake said as he looked from his surroundings and then back to you, taking in how you smiled at everyone having fun again.

You hummed, turning your head with a playful glint in your eye, “Well, thank goodness it was only one song. I don’t know if I could’ve played another one. Unless Twinkle Twinkle Little Star counts.” 

Jake laughed as he stood up, offering you a hand to pull you to your feet. “Well, if Nick was here, I’m pretty sure he would have a blast if you played that.” 

“Oh, yeah, he definitely would,” you said with a laugh as you pushed some hair out of your face. “Another drink?”

He nodded, fluffing his shirt a little. “I can go for another.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bar, “Penny!”

After you got your drinks, you and Jake went to a booth by the windows.

“That was really impressive, Y/N. I knew Rooster was good, but he’s not that good,” Jake complimented as he sipped his fresh beer. The bitter liquid soothed his throat, his voice a little raw after singing.

You shrugged and sipped your Amaretto, the warm liquid warming you up from the chill of the rain outside. “I don’t know about that. He’s been playing since he was little. I started getting into piano in, like, middle school. And then in college I um.. I picked up a little guitar.”

Jake watched you bite your lip, your nails tapping against the glass of your drink. He wasn’t entirely sure what caused that far off look to appear in your eyes, a fogginess he wasn’t familiar with. But one thing he did recognize was that flicker of love, a shine of longing and admiration peaking through the fog – like a lighthouse on the shore.

He didn’t know much about Kendall, just what you had told him. He knew that you had met in college, you had been friends before you began dating, and that Kendall played the guitar – his favorite one tucked into the corner of Nick’s bedroom.

You cleared your throat, blinking the fogginess away and pulling Jake out of his thoughts. 

You rubbed your hands on your jeans before resting your elbows on the table to talk with your hands, desperate to keep the conversation flowing.

“But like I was saying, Brad and I are very different when it comes to singing and playing the piano. He definitely channels our dad a little more than I do.”

He chuckled and leaned forward, resting his upper body on his forearms, “Well, I think I’m a little biased when it comes to that. But don’t sell yourself short, Darlin’, you put on quite the performance.” He added an unnecessary wink, but it didn’t stop you from smiling and looking at the table to hide your blush.

You lifted your head and smiled at him, sniffling just a little. “Thank you, Jake. That means a lot.”

Jake reached over and squeezed your hand, “Anytime.” He cleared his throat, “If you don’t mind me asking, that song clearly means a lot to you and Rooster, why-why is that?”

Tears stung your eyes a bit, again, but your smile didn’t falter. “Our dad, he um… he played it all the time. And I mean all the time. I’m surprised our mother stayed sane.” Jake reached up and wiped a tear that slipped through. You leaned into his warm palm slightly, as you continued.

“One of our last memories with him was sitting at the piano as he sang that song. Our mom in his lap singing with him without a care in the world about who was watching…” Your voice was a little heavier as you neared the end of your sentence, the memory making you a little emotional.

He smiled and squeezed your hand again, his thumb rubbing your knuckles, “That’s beautiful.” You gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand back. 

“Can I show you something?” He asked softly, not wanting to disturb the moment too much.

You nodded and sat up a little straighter, wiping your eyes as you spoke, “Of course.” 

Jake nodded his head towards the window and your eyes followed the direction. 

The glass was a little foggy, sweating as the cold temperature of the rain was meeting the warm air of the bar and the glass acting like a mediator between the two.

Your brow furrowed in immediate confusion though you weren’t going to question Jake just yet. There was certainly much more to it.

And he proved your suspicions by bringing his finger up to draw in the condensation.

It was a quick drawing, a simple sun with a smiley face and a little heart next to it. But the look on Jake’s face told you it was so much more than just a little doodle on a window.

“That’s really cute Jake,” you said softly, as you smile at him.

His grin widened and he shifted in his seat. “When I was little, I was never good with storms. My sister was even worse. She was scared and I was upset because I couldn’t go play in the rain.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up when he said that, the picture of a young Jake pouting in his room as he watched the rain out of his window in your head – he definitely picked out two droplets to race against each other, maybe even him and his sister picked one and had a competition.

He just smiled at you before continuing.

“My grandma and my mom had this routine with us where they would have us by the bay window in the living room and we would draw in the condensation. And I, of course, rubbed my wet hand on my sister’s face,” he said with a small chuckle.

“That I’m definitely not surprised by. Bradley pestered me too, still does, it’s a brother thing.”

Jake nodded, “Oh yeah, for sure. But aside from that, there was a purpose to why my mom and grandma had us do this. Because as you can see now-” He pointed to the drawing, seeing that it was already dripping and disappearing, more condensation taking its place. “-it’s already going away.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. You still weren’t exactly sure where Jake was going, but it was clear this was something he held onto and cherished. Especially for him to bring it up now, years later. Plus, he had you roped in now, you were invested in this little smiling sun. 

“The whole point of drawing in the fog was because it doesn’t last forever, and neither would the storm outside. Or any storm, really. As I got older, we stopped the window drawings, but my mom kept it up with us for little things. Like when my sister was going through a break up, she drew a sun with a little heart on a note and put it in her backpack. I can bet you that she still has every note, because I know I do.”

Tears pricked your eyes a little bit, “That’s really really beautiful, Jake. Your mom and grandma sound like very wise women.”

Jake nodded, a proud smile pulling at his lips, “They are, I’m lucky to have them.”

You mirrored his smile and you both went back to conversing with each other, planning out ideas for your next ‘not’ date.

“There’s so much to do here, so much it’s like there’s nothing,” you said, laughing as you sipped your drink.

You had listed off a lot of places to go nearby and all the things you could do together, but it all sounded so fun that you were having trouble deciding.

Jake nodded, rubbing his face a little as he laughed, “Yeah, seems like it.” He glanced around, noticing a pool table nearby. “Hey, how about we think on it some more later and just play a game of pool?”

You hummed a little and glanced over your shoulder at the pool table. 

A sly smile came over your face as an idea popped into your mind. 

You turned back to face him, biting your lip a little, “I um… wow this is embarrassing, I haven’t really ever played pool before.”

Jake squinted at you, almost analyzing you to see if you were just fucking with him. But you just played it up by hiding your face in your hands, hiding the grin that you knew would give you away if he spotted it.

“You’re serious? You’ve never played pool before?”

His tone was inquisitive, but it also had a laugh behind it that he was hiding as best he could and it almost had you laughing.

“No no, I have played before. But it’s just been too long. Last time I played it was maybe 10 years ago when I was in high school, and I was awful.”

Jake’s laugh finally broke through at that.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” You whined, holding back giggles of your own.

He nodded, trying to stop himself by clearing his throat. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s not funny. It’s… it’s kinda sad actually.”

You dropped your jaw and reached over the table to swat at his shoulder. “Oh shut up!” 

He chuckled as he dodged your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile as the corners of his eyes crinkled and his dimples poked through. “Okay okay, I’m sorry. But c'mon let’s play at least one game,” he proposed as he slid out of the booth and stood. He offered you his hand, a wink accompanying his next words, “And I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

You rolled your eyes and took his hand, “Fine, one game.”

A victorious grin crossed Jake’s face as he pulled you to your feet, squeezing your hand as he turned and pulled you to the table. Your lips pulled up in a similar fashion as you stumbled a little when he drug you behind him. 

“Okay,” he said as he came to stop at the pool table. “I don’t have to explain the rules, do I?” His brow arched with his question, only using it to further his teasing. You rolled your eyes, hand going on your hip, “No, I know that much, Seresin.” The sass in your tone made Jake laugh, “Alright, Bradshaw, let’s play.”

You nodded and grabbed the two pool cues, “Let’s.”

He chuckled and shook his head playfully as he quickly racked the pool balls. Once they were all in order, he took the triangle off and tossed it on a table as he walked over to you.

His fingers wrapped around the taller cue, his warm hand encapsulating yours. 

How had you not realized how large his hand was until now?

“Y/N?”

You shook your head, not having realized that you froze, “Oh um, sorry, sorry.”  You let go of the pool cue, clearing your throat as you pushed some hair behind your ear. He chuckled at your sudden shyness, “It’s alright, darlin’. It’s cute when you get all blushy.” You huffed, though a smile pulled at your lips as you shoved his shoulder. 

Jake laughed and held his hands up in defense, only slightly jostled by your shove. He gestured to the table and grabbed the cue ball, “Okay, okay, you wanna break?” He punctuated his question by putting the ball on the table with a *clack*.

You bit your lip, still feigning nervousness as best you could. You nodded and walked around to the end of the table beside him. 

Tossing the cue up and catching it lower, you leaned over and nearly fell into muscle memory – letting the end come down and rest easy in the dip between your thumb and pointer finger.

You rolled your shoulders a little bit, moving your hand much lower on the stick so you would have less control of the cue. You relaxed your shoulders, letting them drop as your right hand tightened its grip. The maple cue rested on the walnut of the table, using it as the support for the middle of the stick. 

Jake tilted his head, taking in your posture. It was… unconventional, and maybe a little awkward. But he wasn’t going to step in just yet, because maybe that stance just worked for you. And the look of concentration on your face was just too cute for him to interrupt.

Much like earlier at the dart board, your brow furrowed and your tongue poked out from between your lips. Jake grinned at the sight, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Nick made the same face when he focused on something. Like if his nose crinkled like yours did when he colored or if he stuck his tongue out when he did a puzzle. 

Then his mind wandered a little further. 

The image of a little girl appeared in his head, basically a clone of you in your lap as you sat at the piano. You guiding her hand along the keys, then having her repeat the order on her own. Her tongue sticking out as she tries to remember. 

But before he can fantasize any longer, he shakes himself out of it once you take your shot.

He watched the tip of the cue whiff the ball as the butt nearly became perpendicular to the floor. “Woah there!” 

You covered your mouth with your hand, doing your best to feign embarrassment at your ‘failure’. “Oh.. my.. gosh.. I can’t believe that just happened,” you snorted, laughing at yourself as you looked up at the ceiling, hoping that a blush was covering your cheeks to really sell it. 

Jake came over to stand next to you, chuckling just a little. “So um… is that how you held it in high school?” He leaned against the table, the cue snug against his side as he crossed his arms, looking down at his boots as he crossed his ankles before looking up at your profile.

You swallowed as you kept your eyes on the ceiling, and Jake couldn’t help but watch the column of your throat move with the action. 

Sighing, you looked at him, “I mean, kinda, like I said, it’s been awhile. But that felt so wrong.” You looked away from him and focused on your cue. “And now I’m embarrassed… because you just saw that.” 

He sighed gently, a smile pulling at his lips. While you were embarrassed, he couldn’t help but admire the blush on your skin. He didn’t like the reason, because you shouldn’t be embarrassed, but you looked cute.

He reached out and turned your head to face him, smiling softly at you. “Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It happens, and I guarantee that is not the worst shot I’ve seen.” 

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” 

He sighed and propped his cue against the wall, “C’mere.” He adjusted the cue ball again and gently pulled you to him when you hesitated to move closer. “I don’t bite, unless you ask,” he whispered the last half of that in your ear, his accent slightly thicker as you felt his lips curl into a smile against the lobe of your ear.

His warm breath raised goosebumps on the skin of your neck, a shiver going down the nerves of your spine. He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your shoulder and making you giggle as a genuine flush covered your face and neck.

“Okay,” Jake said, turning you gently so your back settled against his chest. His hand rested on your hip and everything just felt right. Both of you slotted together like a puzzle piece, it was comfortable.

He looked down at you, “Am I too close?” 

Your head shook almost embarrassingly quickly. If anything he wasn’t close enough.

“No no, you’re okay.”

He nodded, smiling at you, “Alright, just let me know, okay?” You swallowed, nodding back, “I will.”

“Alright, now, I’m gonna show you how to properly hold a pool stick. Do what you were doing before.”

You nodded, bending back over and mimicking the stance you had done previously.

Jake looked at you gaging what to adjust. “Okay, so one issue is, your back hand is too low. Don’t shake hands with the bumper.” He took your wrist and tried to slide your hand up but it barely moved. “And you don’t need a death grip on it, it’s not going anywhere unless you move it.” You nodded and relaxed your grip to let him adjust your hand placement. 

He moved it to about the middle of the weight and watched your guiding hand adjust itself to a bit more of a natural position.

Smiling, he glanced down at you, “There we go, how does that feel?” You nodded, “A lot better, definitely more comfortable.”

“Perfect, and that’s how you know you’re doing it right. Before you were uncomfortable and it threw off your control. You guide the cue, it doesn’t guide you.”

You snorted a little, hanging your head as you laughed, “You sound like a therapist, or a yoga instructor.” Jake laughed along with you, “Unfortunately I’m neither of those. Not qualified nor flexible enough.”

You arched a brow and looked at him over your shoulder, a cheeky smile on your lips, “Not flexible enough? Oh, that’s a shame.” His eyebrows raised, almost as if he was sizing up a challenge, “Oh is it now? I mean, I’m sure with enough stretching, I’ll be good to go.”

You laughed before shaking your head, “Okay okay, let’s stay on task, Lieutenant, yeah?”

“Right, right, of course.” 

Jake cleared his throat as his fingers wrapped around your shoulders, “Okay, being relaxed is fine. But you’re too loose and that makes it awkward.” He slowly pulled them out from their slouched position, straightening your back a little in the process. “That’s better.” 

You swallowed a little, the heat of his chest against your back making you both nervous and excited.

“Do you feel more in control?” You nodded at his question, not trusting your voice to be steady. “Good, now, let’s test this.”

Worry shot through you for a moment, afraid he might step back and let you do this on your own – squashing the mini fantasy that you created.

But your worry was smothered when Jake adjusted his own stance, his knees nudging the backs of your thighs. His right hand encased your own as his left hand acted as a stand for yours – keeping your guiding hand steady.

“Loosen your grip, Duckie. It’s not gonna change your power. In pool, the speed determines the power.”

Jake’s voice was steady, but it was raspy as he spoke in your ear again. His breath fanned along your ear lobe and your jaw, raising goosebumps once again.

He felt your wrist and hand relax a little, and he just hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating against your back. 

“Alright, there we go. Now, all you gotta do is bring it back and–”

His sentence fell short as the felt tip collided with the cue ball and he felt a vibrating sensation against his hip.

“See? So much better. And now, if that’s your phone in your pocket, I think you’re getting a call.”

He stepped back and let you stand straight as you pulled your phone out.

Your heart dropped slightly when you saw Serenity’s contact flash across your screen. 

Did something happen to Nick? Was he okay? Did something happen to the house? What went wrong?

Jake must have noticed that your face changed on dime, because his face fell into one of concern. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” 

Was it Serenity? Was it Bradley? Was it a chaplain? Or hell an NCIS agent?

“It’s Serenity,” you said as you pressed the green answer button and brought the phone to your ear. “Hey Ren, what’s up?”

Jake sighed in relief, his worst thoughts going off to the wayside in favor of just worried thoughts.

You brought your hand up, chewing on the edges of your nails as she spoke.

“Hey, Y/N, everything’s okay–”

Jake watched your body visibly relax, your hand rubbing at your mouth much like he’d seen Bradley do when he was stressed.

“Nicky’s okay? Nothing’s on fire?” 

“No, nothing’s on fire. But Nicky is not wanting to go to bed without you here. I think it's the rain, the storm I should say. He doesn’t want to go to his room. Won’t even get up off the couch.”

You sighed but nodded, “Okay, I’ll be there in a little bit. Get his turtle and his manta ray, then get my body spray and lightly spritz a blanket and let him curl up on the couch until I get there.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I know you wanted to have a fun night out… I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m glad you called. I’ll be home in a little bit.” 

You hung up and looked at Jake, “I’m so sorry, Jake. Nicky is–”

He held his hand up, “Nope, no apologies, go be with your baby. We can meet up later. Tell Nicky I said ‘hi’.”

Your heart skipped a few beats as you smiled at him. He smiled back and nodded towards the front door, “Now go Mother Goose, you got a duckling waiting on you.” 

The look in his eyes was nothing short of fond, the yellow overhead lighting making his eyes a comforting shade of green. 

He wasn’t upset at all, no disdain for your sudden departure on his features. Was he disappointed? Yeah, but you were always going to be a mother first. He couldn’t and would never get in the way of that, or try to change it.

You hugged him, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist in reciprocation. 

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek in thanks as you pulled away from the hug. “You don’t have to thank me, Darlin’. Just text me or call me when you get home safe, okay?” He said with a smile, gently squeezing your shoulders.

You nodded, matching his smile, “Of course, as long as you do the same?” He winked, “You got it.” 

He grabbed your purse for you, “Drive safe, Sweetheart.” You nodded, “I will. Bye Jake.” “Bye Y/N.”

You smiled at him again before going over to the bar, patting the top with the palm of your hand. You opened your mouth to get Penny’s attention but she was already smiling at you. “Heading out?” Your head tilted as you nodded, “Yeah, how’d you know?” She shrugged, nodding down to the bag hanging off your shoulder, “Lucky guess.” 

Chuckling, you pulled your wallet out, “Nicky won’t go to bed, the storm is keeping him up.” You pulled out a fifty, “For my drinks and Jake’s, the rest is your tip.” Penny shook her head, pushing the money back towards you, “That’s way too much, Duckie. 25 is plenty. Plus, Jake’s tab is open and your drinks are on it.” 

“Penny Benjamin–”

“Y/N Bradshaw, don’t argue and go home to your son,” Penny pointed to the door to punctuate her order, the damp towel swaying slightly from her movement.

Huffing out a ‘fine’, you put the fifty away and put a ten on the bar, “I’m still tipping you, because I love you. Not as much as you deserve, but you’re gonna fight me on it.” She smiled gratefully at you, taking the bill, “Thank you, now go home. Text me when you get there.” 

You patted the bar again, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll see you later, don’t let Jake get too drunk.” 

With that you walked to the door, though Penny stopped you with a shout. 

“That was an Oscar worthy performance by the way!” 

You rolled your eyes, waving to her as you slipped your jacket on, “Bye Penny!”

phew!

that was a long one huh? but hey, we finally got a kiss! they kissed!! and before hand we got a little peak into duckie's insecurities as a mom. though we can all agree she's pretty great right?

i hope you guys liked this chapter and are ready to see where the next chapter takes duckie, nicky, and jake!

hi darlings i know it's been a long time, too long, but like i said before -- i wanted to make sure this was a chapter i was proud of and lately my creative battery just wouldn't behave and it's been hard to write and like what i write. but i think... i think i did it here.

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[flappingdragon]

Hi!

Could I request the brothers + side characters reaction when mc turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc turned into a goose due to Solomon messing up again, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

A/N: Sorry that I’m so late!! I was just caught up in a lot of things and forgot this was in my drafts oof. I also changed a few things up just to be a little silly (and also bc I didn’t want to write the personality of duck MC here). Anyway, I decided to divide this into two parts; one for the brothers and the other for the side characters. Enjoy!

The Brother’s Reactions to Duck!MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Rating: SFW, fluff

Warnings: GN!MC, no pronouns used for MC, no gender specified for MC, interactions based on the brothers (not MC), personality not specified for MC

Tags: Fluff, the brothers love duck!MC, cuddling, preening, etc.

Part I (This Is Where You Currently Are), Part II (Coming Soon!)

Lucifer

How the hell did this happen?

“Will you stop taking my things, please? You’re making my life even more difficult than it is already.”

At first, he’d have fun with it, teasing you by picking you up randomly when in private

Even going so far as to sit in his lap while he pets you

But then he’d look for a way to fix it

And eventually he does, much to everyone’s protests

He’ll miss the times when he sets you in his lap and feeds you your favourites, but if you can be more helpful to him in your human form, he’d prefer that

Besides

He’d like to see your face instead of that of a duck

Mammon

Oh lord

Is he ever about to get in trouble

He’s no doubt teaming up with you to steal money

I mean

A duck?

In the Devildom?

Now THAT is about to attract a lot of money

He’d probably set up an attraction where lots of demons and demon-kin alike get to meet and pet a real goose

I feel like at the end of it all, even if Mammon did get a lot of money, you’d be exhausted

Because you already know you were out there for hours getting pet by so many

You need to recharge a bit

And that includes a lot of pets from Mammon

And a lot of cuddles

You know he’s going to be so happy to oblige

Levi

Unlike Mammon, he’s not going outside of the house

So you don’t have to worry about that

He’ll set you in his lap while he’s playing video games and he’ll let you time to time between bosses

Hell, he’ll even give you a controller to play with him if he’s feeling extra bored

And it baffles him how you win every time

Because a duck? Beating him? That’s impossible!

But he loves it

He’d lose to you again and again if it meant holding you in his lap like this

Satan

Team Prank Lucifer: Duck Addition

No but seriously, he’s getting into mischievous trouble with you in tow

He’d probably start by making cursed illusions of you but they all have different personalities

For instance, one could be kind and gentle while another could blow up the house

But while your illusions are causing havoc, the real you is resting in his lap as he reads a good book

He’s running his fingers through your goose feathers, practically preening you

He finds it relaxing how he can just pet you and sit back

If he’s honest, he hasn’t been reading his book for the past half an hour

He’s too busy adoring the way you shake your feathers in response to his pets

He finds you irresistibly adorable

Asmodeus

You already know he’s going to put you in cute little outfits

Doesn’t matter how much you hiss at him, he’ll find a way to put some sort of sweater on you

Once he does, he squeals and gets out his phone, taking a selfie with your very-not-amused-goose-face

This is not the first outfit he’s putting you in though, he’s putting you in sparkling pink and blue dresses and cute little tuxedos

He’s also putting some big, fluff coats on you

You’re not getting out of his sight no matter how hard you try

You just have to hope he gets bored

But let’s be honest here

That’s not happening

Beelzebub

Beel is pretty chill when he sees you all snuggled up beside his pillow, minding your own business

At first, he didn’t know it was you so he just kinda left you alone, thinking that you were another one of his brother’s crazy pets

Only when you had followed him out to the kitchen did he start to catch on

And once he does know it’s you, he’s carrying you everywhere with him

To the kitchen, the common room, the gym, RAD, or even the Demon Lord’s Castle

It doesn’t matter

As long as you’re in his arms, he’s happy

And if you want, he’d give you a few snacks as well

He doesn’t mind

And honestly? He’d get a bit sad when you return to normal

He got used to carrying you around :(

Belphegor

You can get he’s not moving unless he has to

So you’re his napping buddy until he’s forced to get up

He’d hold you in his arms and cuddling you as he sleep talks

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can escape his grasp and sit on either his back or his stomach

When he wakes up, he’s so confused bc his sleepy brain is thinking-

“Why is there a duck on me?”

And then he remembers that it’s you and he bundles you up in his arms again

He looks away when your duck wings flap in his face but he starts petting you when you settle

He’ll stay awake to pet you despite the pull of his sin that makes his eyes flutter closed every now and then

But he enjoys it

And when you return to normal, he’s in your arms fast asleep

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Housewarden Relationship Headcannons Pt. 1

Tw: Unhealthy Defense Mechanisms (Leona), MENTIONS of Possessive Behaviors (Azul & Leona), Allusions to sexual activities (Briefly in Leona’s part), Cursing (Lightly used, all parts), Bunni refusing to learn how to spell Heartslabyul consistently

Info: Headcannons, Fluff, Minor angst (if you really squint), Gn!Reader x Housewardens(Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim)

Summary: In the title.

Pt. 2 here

Jamil Here

🍓Hello lovies! First actual piece of writing, how exciting! Now, this is only the first part of the housewarden relationship hcs. Don’t worry! The other three will be posted soon enough, these are mostly a way for all of you to get a good grasp on how I write and to see if I’m someone you’d like to request from. Eat up and enjoy <3

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

-Riddle is new to this, cut him some slack, okay?

-Seriously though, this poor sheltered sweetheart has no idea what he’s doing. You’re his first love, he’s stumbling through the dark trying to figure out how to be the “perfect” boyfriend.

-You’re gonna have to hold his hand for a while, just until his eyes adjust.

-He’s very — how do I say this nicely — stiff… in the beginning. Only because he’s still learning!

-He doesn’t quite understand romance yet, but he’s putting in a lot of effort to fix that little issue of his.

-Riddle tries his best to “study” the art of romance… and it goes as well as you’d think it would.

-Romance novels are an okay start, though he’s quite embarrassed to be seen carrying them around. (Ace caught him with them once and he hasn’t let it go since.) However, he feels like they’re shallow and aren’t realistic enough to be applied to your very real, very complex relationship.

-Looking online for articles and advice columns felt like a wild goose chase with the conflicting information he got from each source. Everyone had a different way of showing affection; Some implored gift giving while others urged the importance of physical contact. It did not guide him very well.

-Simply put: he gets tired of it quickly. Frustration with his lack of progress stunts his ability to be affectionate with you at all in the start, but luckily Trey and Cater take pity on you two.

-Trey and Cater take notice of their Housewarden’s frustration, and after a bit (read: a lot) of convincing, they manage to get to the source of the issue.

-Cater has a field day knowing his hotheaded Housewarden couldn’t figure out how to treat his lover right, and Trey just feels sorry for both you and Riddle.

-So, they both give him advice about what he should do for you. And he listens. Diligently. Be it for dates or gifts or anything in between — he listens, because he just wants to prove his worth to you. He wants to be good enough for you because he loves you.

-Hell, he’s even willing to go so far as to listen to Ace’s advice at times, so long as he thinks it’s helpful. He would do anything to ensure that you remain happy in the relationship with him… even… listen to Ace.

-Awkward compliments, odd looks, and strange gestures of what you would assume were affection are all commonplace for the first little while with Riddle.

-He’s trying his best to learn what you like while also teaching himself how to be affectionate in a more intimate way, seeing as his mother was anything but.

-Oddly enough, Riddle is at his most suave when he’s not trying to be.

-He assumes a handful of things are given in your relationship, and he fulfills them diligently, subconsciously. Compliments, truthful and honest ones, come naturally to him somehow.

-Little things like “Your eyes look dazzling in this lighting,” or “You look beautiful with your hair like that, you should style it more often?” Even the way he stands a little closer to you when he’s around someone you or he finds threatening (Floyd), or how he holds the door open for you without even taking a second to think about it. Simple, but romantic nonetheless, and he’s not even aware of it.

-A gentleman at his core, that Riddle.

-So despite his general floundering, he is quite the effective flirt… when he isn’t trying to be.

-However, what matters here is not how well he can flirt or how easy things come to him. No, what matters with Riddle is the amount of effort he puts into being your partner.

-You are not a fling to him — he’s not looking for that, you are someone he would like to spend a long time with, maybe even his whole life. He isn’t going to allow himself to settle for mediocrity, he’s going to put 100% of himself into this relationship, and it shows.

-Riddle’s love shines through in quality time. He’s a very busy guy, student body president, head of Heartslabyul with very chaotic dorm members (*ahem*aceanddeuce*ahem*), plus a highly demanding medical major that has him spending most of his free time with his nose buried in his textbooks and coursework.

-Time isn’t a given for Riddle, but he always makes it for you. Either through study dates, lunch together, or the rare date off campus when he can afford it.

-On top of that, there are times when Riddle moves his schedule around just to fit in time with you. Especially if you need him, he’s always trying to be there to support you as you support him.

-Thanks to his lack of free time, he values every moment with you — soaks in every word and thought you spill to him. You could mention something flippantly and forget about it and he would be the one to remind you.

-Furthermore, he notices the little things. As stated earlier, he notices when you change just about anything such as a clothing choice or hairstyle, and he’s sure to compliment you on it too.

-Of course, he expects generally the same effort back, but he’s surprisingly fairly relaxed about it. He has relatively realistic expectations since he doesn’t have preconceived notions of what a romantic relationship “should be”.

-Speaking of! Riddle very much is softer on you than anyone else. You’re still expected to follow the rules, but he lets most mistakes and slip-ups go ignored if it’s you who did them. He’s also more willing to let students off the hook if you’re around, he doesn’t like you being upset with him. (Ace owes you his life, seriously).

-However, it should be said that he does not tolerate any disrespect toward you. If someone even dared to talk down about you? Boom. Collared. He’s not joking around, not when you’re in the picture.

-The longer you are in a relationship with him, the more he exposes how fragile he is deep down. He doesn’t expect you to want to handle those deep scars his mother set in him, terrified you would find them ugly and deem him unlovable. Yet, you don’t. You stay, and you help him tend to the wounds resting deep within his heart.

-He’s very anxious and insecure about how he is perceived by you, especially after the overblot. Riddle needs a lot of reassurance, guidance, and gentleness from your end to help him overcome this hurdle.

-There are times he tends to second guess his ideas and actions because of his insecurities, and will almost always ask you multiple times if things he does and says are alright. Even things that you have told him, again and again, are fine, he always asks.

-And if they aren’t, it tears him apart. Your discomfort is the last thing he wants, and he will go out of his way to make sure the behavior changes.

-Riddle holds you highly and respects you nearly as much as his mother. Your opinion matters more than anyone else’s to him, so be gentle when telling him off and he’ll make the effort to better himself without shutting you out.

-Finally, Riddle is not a huge fan of PDA. He appreciates little things like hand holding, maybe a kiss on the temple or cheek here or there… but that’s it.

-He gets flustered if it extends past that, and if anyone dares point out the affection he might just explode. (Is he red-faced from anger or embarrassment, who knows?)

-Even in private he prefers words over touch, but he won’t deny physical affection. He’s very touch starved and practically melts into your arms at any chance he gets, just don’t tell anyone, okay?

-Overall, Riddle is a very good boyfriend to have. Yes, he’s a hothead and he’s clumsy and awkward, but he always tries his best. Not only that, he expects the same from you. A relationship with Riddle is a relationship where both of you can learn and grow together without fear of judgment.

Leona Kingscholar 👑

-Leona is, much like he is with everything else, a lackadaisical lover.

-That’s not to say he’s a bad one, in fact, he really can be an amazing boyfriend… but only when he’s up for it.

-The issue with Leona isn’t like what it is with Riddle. Leona has more than likely had multiple relationships (more like flings) that didn’t last very long for a multitude of reasons. He isn’t new to things at all.

-What it is, is his effort. The lack of effort he puts out in the start makes it incredibly hard to stick around for him, and he expects that.

-Think of it as his way of testing the waters — yeah it’s definitely not healthy, and you guys are gonna work on it, but this is Leona’s way of ensuring he won’t have his heart broken.

-It isn’t like he’s not trying at all either. He does do his part as your significant other when it counts, he’s just distant in the beginning. Hard to navigate.

-However, if you can get past that beginning phase and “prove” to Leona that you’re not just some random fling who wants him for his title or money, things change. The dynamic slowly shifts from mostly one-sided effort on your part to both of you working together to make this thing work.

-By shifts, I don’t mean that Leona is suddenly a sappy sweetheart who would lay his life on the line for you. No. He’s a selfish prick through and through, he wouldn’t change his whole persona just for some valentine.

-What I mean is that he begins to make an active effort to incorporate you into his day-to-day activities. He is, admittedly, a little softer on you than others. He can’t help it, he was raised to care for and respect his “mate” without any questions.

-Besides all that, Leona is… a hypocrite when it comes to you.

-Claims that he’s “not into that sappy affection bullshit” and then Ruggie finds the two of you cuddling in the greenhouse for the fourth time that week. Swears he “wouldn’t be caught dead” being touchy, but his tail is almost always wrapped firmly around some part of your body. On top of the tail, there’s a hand either on or floating around you at all times.

-In all honesty, he does mean what he says, he really doesn’t enjoy all the cuddly bullshit other couples do. With you though? It’s like he can’t help himself. There’s a subconscious longing in him that craves that contact and feeling that you give him. (You catch him multiple times holding his tail to stop it from wagging in excitement every time you come to visit him unannounced)

-Leona isn’t one to bend to other people's whims and wants. Independence is very important to him, and a long-term romantic relationship is not exactly something on his bucket list. Somehow you managed to get him — and to that he says checkmate.

-This means your relationship gives you a lot of freedom, not to be with other guys of course, (Leona would rather die than have some kind of reverse harem bullshit in his life.) but to generally be able to do what you want without him getting in your business. If you wanna tell him something, you’ll tell him. What’s the point in trying to force it out of you?

-Going back to my earlier point, he begins to account for you in his daily life. It’s lunchtime? He already sent Ruggie to get food for both you and him — yes, it’s your favorite. You’re really exhausted after your classes? Well, aren’t you lucky! He “just so happened” to take a nap on the route you take back to your dorm. Come cuddle with him, won’t you?

-They’re all things he can easily brush off too. Grand gestures that leave you gaping aren’t his thing. With Leona, it’s the little things that count.

-He really loves you. He knows it, you know it. Why should he make a big scene about it, it’s no one's business but your own.

-Of course, that isn’t to say he doesn’t do things for you just to see you happy. Are you really struggling in that class? Alright, c’mere, he’ll help you out. Your favorite dessert was out in the cafeteria? Well, he just so happened to go to the cafeteria today and got your favorite, don’t think that it'll be common, it’s a one-time thing. Got nothin’ nice to wear to some fancy party? You’re in luck, Leona’s got plenty of tailors who’d be happy to pretty you up.

-Again, circling back, he likes the smaller more subtle things. And to be fully honest, he doesn’t expect it back at all.

-This poor man spent his whole life being overlooked, why should he expect you to get or do special things for him without him asking for it?

-Well, Leona, I have some news for you: relationships aren’t one-way streets!

-Of course, he knows this, but again, the subconscious part of him assumes something, and that’s what his reality tends to be in the end.

-So whenever you go out of your way to do something nice for him that he didn’t ask for, he short circuits for a moment. He seriously has to take a moment or else he’d get flustered, and sevens forbid you to see him all embarrassed.

-What's even more, he really cherishes every single thing you do or get for him. You make him a bracelet and he never takes it off, even if it ruins his tough guy persona. Surprise him with some kind of dinner, he savors each and every bite of what you made and is sure you know how much he loves it. (He will tell you if something tastes bad… he’ll still eat it… but he tells you at least.)

-Okay, moving on. Leona is observant, scarily so. It’s how he so easily manages to slip himself into your daily routine, memorizes your favorite foods, movies, outfits, and everything in between within about a week of your dating.

-He notices every little change you go through. Knows just about every curve of your face and understands what every expression means. Which means he immediately notices your shifts in mood. He knows the second you’re upset by something — sometimes even when you’re not around him. You’ll be having a terrible day, and suddenly you’ll get a text from Leona asking you to meet him in his room. (It’s a bit odd, but Leona tells you not to mind it.)

-Anyway, despite popular belief in the fandom, Leona is capable of being gentle and caring when he wants to be! Shocking, I know! I can’t believe it either!

-Seriously though, he knows when he needs to stop being an asshole and kick himself into good boyfriend mode.

-He’s not the best at comforting, but he has a few decent frames of reference to work off thanks to his family, so he isn’t the worst either. He’s a really good shoulder to cry on and even better at calming you down and getting you in a better mood afterward thanks to his dry humor and matter-of-fact mindset.

-Emotions are not something that Leona does well with. He’s icy and closed off and all around very guarded. If you went through what he does, you would be too.

-Leona had essentially assumed he was absolutely unable to share his emotions with someone. Then you came along, and dammit you really know how to humble him.

-Despite how closed off he is to start, Leona really does crave that emotional connection deep down, he either just doesn’t know how to form those connections or allows his pride to get in his way.

-It takes a very, very long time to get to the point where he feels okay being totally emotionally vulnerable — and that vulnerability doesn’t come in waves like some other people on this list. Instead, it comes in little trickles, like a broken faucet slowly filling up a sink.

-It’s a long and tiring process, but it’s one that — if you’ve made it this far into the relationship — Leona sees is necessary to go forward with. It’s hard for both of you, at times it feels as though he doesn’t trust you. He gets frustrated at his lack of emotional availability, which manifests itself into unannounced anger. (Not toward you, he would never do anything to make you fear him.) He’s just a scared little kid so you both need to have patience, and eventually, the sink will be filled.

-If you reach that point, where he starts opening up to you, congratulations! You have a new permanent house cat for the rest of your life. Leona is attached to you, he isn’t thinking about letting you slip away any time soon, if at all.

-Lastly, shall we address the elephant in the room? Leona is a beastman and a very proud (honestly entitled) one at that.

-(Personal HC’s here) The way he displays his affection for you is fairly different than others on this list. You can expect a lot more head butting, like a cat seeking attention; He tends to “groom” you, aka brushing and playing with your hair or helping you bathe (if you’re comfortable with that, it isn’t sexual in the slightest, he would be thrilled if you allowed for him to care for you in such an intimate way); At times, he will lick you, always in private and if you comment on it he’ll get very defensive.

-Lastly, I suppose I need to address this somewhere as it's a very common head cannon in the fandom. Say it with me, everyone. “Leona. Is. Not. Possessive.”

-He values freedom and independence, he isn’t going to force ideals that do not personally align with his own on you. It’s unfair if only he gets to be around whoever he wants and you’re stuck to only the people he ‘approves’ for you. It’s stupid, and it makes him sick to his stomach with how dehumanizing it is.

-Of course, to an extent, he is protective, but not possessive. He wants to keep you safe and happy, and if he feels someone is actually causing you or your relationship with him harm, he will talk about it with you like a civil adult.

-As I said earlier he claims he doesn’t want any PDA… he’s a liar. (Sorta).

-Now, Leona is fairly slow on giving you any semblance of physical affection at the start, mostly due to his trust issues.

-Give some time, work with him on it, and suddenly he’s the one initiating all the contact. Hand on your back, your waist, over your shoulder, holding yours. He doesn’t really care too much what others think about it, you’re the best partner out there and he’s damn proud of it. If someone’s got a problem he dares them to bring it up to him.

-It’s a way to “mark his territory” or whatever — again it’s a pretty toxic mindset that your gonna have to work with him on, but the thought and execution are genuinely sweet. It’s more akin to Leona’s way of ensuring that you really love him, and he isn’t gonna have to worry about anyone bothering you. (Who in their right mind is going to bother Leona’s partner).

-However, the one thing he will never do is kiss you in public (where people can see you). Maybe he’ll kiss your temple or cheek when others aren’t looking, but otherwise, it’s a big no from him.

-Kissing and the like is something he sees as intimate, private. He doesn’t particularly want to share those intimate and vulnerable moments of his with anyone else but you. Isn’t he cute?

-Overall, Leona is another good one, it just takes a long ass time for him to get to that point. He’s got a lot of baggage he has to work through, and he’s lucky you stuck around to help him with it.

Azul Ashengrotto 🖋

-Azul… sweet, manipulative, capitalist Azul…

-This bumbling idiot(affectionate) makes Riddle’s stiffness look like grace.

-He’s somehow more inexperienced with relationships than Riddle is, and even though he desperately tries to hide that fact, it’s obvious.

-Unlike Riddle, Azul is very good at masking. He plays the role of the romantic heartthrob perfectly. Sweeps you off your feet, makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, and has your face heating up like a schoolgirl.

-However, this facade quickly falls apart. As the honeymoon phase fades away, you realize everything he does is practiced — far too perfect for it to be genuine. It’s not all that shocking either, this is Azul we’re talking about. The man who is so scared to be himself that he quite literally steals desirable traits from others.

-Truthfully, he does care about you deep down, and he isn’t trying to fool you into loving a false version of himself. He just… struggles to be himself. All he has ever known is that ‘Azul Ashengrotto’ — the real one beneath the mask — is undesirable and unlovable. How could he possibly be himself when he is the problem?

-So he hides from you to be loved by you, even though he knows deep down that isn’t the answer.

-It’s like his heart is singing a fluttering, exciting song, but his head is an incoherent banging of drums and cymbals and bells trying to drown out the melody of his true feelings.

-“Don’t get too close,” the drums remind.

“They could never love the real you,” the symbols taunt.

“They only want to use you,” the bells warn.

-When he realizes you’ve figured him out, he panics. The noise in his head is too much to bear, so he tries to shut you out. Hideaway so he can’t listen to his heart’s longing song.

-However — and this is a very important step for you to take — if you’re persistent enough to ease him out of his shell (octopot), and talk things out with him, he calms down.

-It’s a simple, basic action that any loving partner would do without question. Something that should be nothing of note, but it changes something somewhere in Azul’s mind.

-Suddenly, the horrid amalgamation of banging drums and clashing cymbals and bleating bells quiet. They’re no longer trying to hide the song in his heart, instead attempting to follow its lead.

-Going out of your way to ease him is something he finds odd, at first. Especially since you don’t want anything in return for helping him out.

-He won’t notice it initially, but that was the moment in which he realized he was safe with you; he could trust you. Azul Ashengrotto realized that he could love you.

-When he does finally connect the dots, he allows himself to be himself, with you. It’s not all at once, and it’s a struggle for both of you. Azul very frequently has to fight with himself to relax, but eventually, he shows you ‘Azul.’ Not ‘Azul: Dorm Leader of Octanivelle' or ‘Azul: The Shady Businessman’ ‘The Scam’ ‘The Ugly Octopus’ ‘The Crybaby’… Just ‘Azul’, who is relieved you like him so much even after seeing his “true self”.

-That doesn’t mean he stops being all those other things — those titles are something he takes pride in (minus the more insulting ones), and he won’t be abandoning them anytime soon. It just means that he’s not going to be those things alone with you.

-He’s just ‘Azul: Your boyfriend’. His favorite title of all.

-Speaking of titles, Azul has a reputation to uphold. That reputation leads to your relationship with him being almost entirely secret to the student body of NRC, null Jade and Floyd, of course.

-You aren’t actively trying to hide your relationship, per se, but you’re not trying to make it public either. Most Octanivelle students are aware of your relationship status just by the power of deduction, but others outside of the dorm couldn’t tell that much had changed.

-He doesn’t like to show any physical affection in public, and your meetings always seem to stay strictly platonic if you aren’t alone… it’s, frankly, exhausting.

-It isn’t as if he likes it either, but his anxiety and obsession with his public image shove its way into your relationship. If you manage to stick through this phase, things get way better, even if it is a little lonely.

-Luckily, you have two new amazing (read: bothersome) besties to tide your need for attention. Jade and Floyd are now a permanent part of your day-to-day life, whether you like it or not!

-Jade now sits next to you during your shared lectures, and he’s so kind as to even help you with notes and homework! Oh, do come by later and try this new dish he made — mushroom-based, of course. You wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings by skipping out, would you?

-Meanwhile, Floyd “follows” you around (more like he drags you around) and clings to you like you’re his teddy bear or something. He frequently makes you late to classes, and you can’t just push him off you or else he’ll get into a bad mood. C’mon lil’ Shrimpy, he’s just tryin’ to cheer you up. Isn’t he just so sweet, keepin’ you company when Azul can’t?

-Aren’t they just... the best…

-You can’t blame them, not entirely, at least. They just think you’re so fascinating. I mean, other than them, no one is really able to know ‘Azul’. Yet, you weaseled your way into being an exception. They just want to understand what’s so special about you that you have Azul of all people wrapped around your finger.

-Just let them watch you for a while, they wouldn’t cause you any serious harm… probably.

-Honestly, they’re around you so much some students in the other dorms think you might be dating one of them. With the way, Floyd hangs off you and with Jade’s subtle niceties (though it's hard to tell if he’s really being nice) it’s easy to see why they might get it mixed up.

-This situation presents a very pressing issue in your relationship: Azul’s jealousy.

-It stems from his inferiority complex, plus his need to control his image. So when he heard whispers that you’re dating one of, if not, both (no one bats an eye at the suggestion of that. Jade and Floyd are unreadable, and it’s not something that would surprise most people if it were true) of his ‘business partners' (read: best friends) he freaks out.

-Not at you, never at you, he’s far too whipped for that. He’s so, so in love with you and he knows you wouldn’t try and hurt him like this. Still, it sets off alarms in his heads that he just can’t ignore.

-You have a very honest, open conversation with him about everything. You explain your side and he does the same, both of you divulge why either of you is displaying said behavior and how it could change for the better.

-It’s a very mature conversation that, again, solidifies that Azul’s trust in you is not unfounded.

-You both came to the conclusion that your relationship becomes public, for Azul’s mental health, but also because the both of you really do miss each other and long for that affection whenever you’re close by.

-It’s not immediate, Azul gets very flustered with PDA when you first chose to be open about your relationship. Even just holding his hand makes him turn red in the face, but he eases into it with time.

-After some time, Azul ends up regretting keeping anything private in the first place.

-He realizes that dating you openly makes him feel powerful, in a way. He takes pride in being your boyfriend and talks you up without hesitation. Look at his amazing lover, they’re so talented and smart and out of everyone they chose him, so you all should be jealous of him. (Warning: Students should not let him know they are jealous of him, they will become his next ‘client’ purely for desiring you knowing that you are exclusive to him).

-Have I mentioned how smitten he is with you? No? Yeah, well, Azul’s absolutely head over heels, jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair in love with you.

-You won’t ever catch him admitting that, but it’s not like you don’t already know.

-He would do anything for you, all for the simple return of remaining his significant other… and maybe some kisses, please.

-Azul is, weirdly enough, very good at keeping up the relationship by applying some of his business practices to it. To him, it’s easier to think of dating as a transaction: each party must give an equal amount of effort for the transaction to process successfully. If one person does not match the other effort, then the transaction fails.

-As the relationship goes on, you would find yourself being able to easily have conversations about boundaries, emotions, and ideals in your relationship and your future.

-After his initial phase of floundering (haha, get it, because flounder from the movie—) Azul is a very communicative partner. Thanks, in part, to his businessman mindset.

-His jealousy remains a glaring issue, but he’s able to keep it under wraps and has mature conversations about the things that bother him with you.

-When Azul opens up, he spills all of himself at once. The vulnerability will come out in waves, and he fully expects you to be able to handle it at that point in your relationship.

-It is incredibly overwhelming, but it is equally as gratifying to see him finally open up and share the melody in his heart.

-Given everything I’ve said above: Azul is, by far, one of, if not the best partner to have on this list. (Perhaps that’s just my bias toward Azul talking)

-The main reason for my saying this is: that Azul, unlike the others, airs out his issues early. He couldn’t feasibly stay with a person he doesn’t trust himself with long term. The relationship would crumble within the first month if you didn’t get him to begin opening up early on.

-Him opening up so early allows for the two of you to become more comfortable with each other much faster than others. You’re able to form a secure bond rather quickly with him, and it’s very easy to keep up with your easy communication.

-Now, since we’ve gotten all that aside, let’s talk about the fun stuff! (Because I have so many thoughts about Azul. So many.)

-As I said earlier, Azul would do anything for you. All you have to do is ask and maybe give him some puppy dog eyes and he melts. “Of course darling, anything you want.”

-And the nicknames, god Azul loves to give you nicknames. He rarely calls you by your name, he prefers darling, my love, sweetheart, honey, beloved, angelfish, my heart, my pearl, etc.

-His favorite one is one he only uses in private because he’d rather die than have anyone know what a sap he is. (Like it wasn’t obvious before)

-He calls you his teddy bear. He claims that it’s a childish and stupid nickname, but it’s most fitting for you.

-Speaking of, Azul is a very cuddly guy in private. He is less affectionate in public but makes up for it with how sugary sweet he is when it’s just the two of you.

-Loves to have you sit on his lap while he does paperwork — it’s very distracting, and he hardly gets anything done, but you’re so warm and soft. He can’t say no.

-You have frequent dates at the monstro lounge, and most nights (with or without Azul) you eat with a discount so low it’s practically free. (Not even you get to eat totally free, he does have a business to run, Angelfish)

-Occasionally, if you’re there and he’s mostly free, he pulls you into his office and has you eat in there just to be around you.

-Speaking, Azul readily integrates you into his personal life. His office and even his dorm room are littered with your things mixed with his own.

-You’ll find a space cleared off on his desk just for you to do homework on while he does his own thing. Your own favorite books take up a good portion of his bookshelves. In his closet is a mix of his and your clothes, he even has a couple pairs of your shoes by his door. Not to mention the fact that you have a toothbrush next to his own in his private bathroom.

-He honestly can’t recall when you became so prominent in his life, but he wouldn’t dare mention how attached he’s become for fear of scaring you off.

-Azul is another observant type. He had you mostly memorized before you even started dating, and when you are dating he pretty much knows you better than you know yourself.

-This is a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he keeps on you about important things you may forget or miss if he wasn’t there to remind you. On the other, he knows you so well that at times he comes off as forceful and haughty when reminding you to do things.

-As I said earlier, Azul is very open with you in the relationship. He trusts you with his whole self, and he makes sure you know that you can do the same with him.

-Any problems you have, come to him won’t you? No shady deals or trying to scam you into a contract. Just you telling your boyfriend how you feel, and him listening because he loves you.

-He’s a good listener and is more than willing to give you advice or offer you help if you need it. No extra fees, no payback needed. He just hates seeing you upset, so let him put that smile back on your face.

-Truly, you have each other’s hearts in your hands, both of you could easily crush them if you wanted, but you don’t. You don’t because your relationship is built on trust, and there was never any thought that either of you would betray that trust.

-In the end, I firmly stand by the fact that Azul is the best possible boyfriend you could have on this list. Maybe it’s my bias talking, but a relationship built on trust and good communication should be one to last. He’s a genuinely sweet guy deep down, and he would absolutely adore being your partner, and would never take you for granted.

Kalim Al Asim 🌙

-Kalim is an interesting one, that’s for sure. Very different from the others we’ve seen so far.

-See, he absolutely would be an amazing boyfriend, there’s no doubting that. He’s caring, cheerful, easy-going, and pretty much every positive descriptor in the dictionary.

-Plus, Kalim is a very emotionally intelligent person. He could read and react to your emotions and give really good advice at any time, or just be your shoulder to cry on when you need one. He somehow always knows how to be there for you.

-Unlike the others on this list so far, Kalim’s relationship with you would be strong from the start. He’s open and affectionate, he doesn’t have anything he needs or wants to hide from you and he really loves you.

-He’s honestly the closest you’ll get to a normal relationship with any of the housewardens.

-The honeymoon phase is amazing. Both of you are lost in this blissful wonderland where everything is perfect; the sun is brighter, the air more clear and life is perfect in every way.

-The honeymoon phase can only last so long, though. Eventually, both of you move out of it, and that’s when issues begin to pop up.

-With Kalim, there are four things you need to address to have a stable, long-term relationship with him.

-The first one is boundaries. Kalim is not good with boundaries, as is obvious in his relationship with Jamil.

-He gets excited, and he thinks that you would always be excited and willing to do what he wants to do.

-He pushes you along, practically forces you to try things you don’t like or do things you would rather never do. It’s all in good nature, he would never intentionally do something that made you feel extremely uncomfortable.

-Sometimes it’s a good thing, you learn you like a new food or enjoy a different hobby. Other times, most times, it can be miserable and puts you in a sour mood.

-It doesn’t help that Kalim would have no idea as to why you’re mad, and misinterprets your annoyance to be at something else most times, because why would you be upset at the fun thing you guys just did?

-It’s not malicious, it’s not intentional. He’s just a spoiled little rich kid who was never really told ‘no’.

-What he needs is for you to grab him by the shoulders — literally grab him — and tell him no. Explain why you don’t want to do that, and that he can’t force you into doing it.

-He’ll stop immediately, the last thing he wants to do is upset you. He doesn’t fully understand what you mean at first. It isn’t like he’s stupid, he just has never had anyone hold him back before (other than Jamil, who struggles to keep him in control as is).

-After you have this conversation he goes above and beyond (read: finally does the bare minimum) to not only respect your boundaries but work on trying to learn and respect others too. (Jamil thanks you from the bottom of his heart).

-He still messes up sometimes in his excitement, but he stops immediately if you voice your discomfort with it.

-Contrary to popular belief, Kalim is very capable of having mature conversations, especially now that he was a college student with real responsibilities. If you just tell him you need to talk about things, he sits down and talks about them with you. He’s very good at obeying the boundaries that you set clearly for him, and he never crosses the line because he loves you.

-Secondly would be Jamil, which sounds like a joke, but I’m being serious here. Jamil is probably the toughest obstacle for you to get over.

-Despite how much he claims to hate Kalim, and how they’re now on ‘equal footing’ after the blot. Jamil is still his servant. Those instincts of ‘protect Kalim’ and ‘ensure Kalim is always happy’ don’t just go away.

-Jamil wants so badly to not care about your relationship, and honestly, he really doesn’t care at all. You keep Kalim away from him, wonderful. However, if he stopped caring, and Kalim got hurt because of you, it would fall on his shoulders. His family could suffer. (Most horrifying to him, he would have to deal with a heartbroken Kalim).

-He is constantly scrutinizing you at the beginning of your relationship. You feel watched any time you’re with Kalim, especially within the Scarabia dorms.

-Asks you seemingly innocuous questions that eventually turn more interpersonal and are incredibly uncomfortable for you to share with someone who you only know through your boyfriend. He’s not afraid of using his UM to get the truth out of you either, so it’s best to just answer his questions honestly.

-If, somehow, you manage to get past Jamil’s rather passive-aggressive assessment of you, congrats! The hard part is over!

-Jamil actually ends up appreciating you, and depending on your personality he might even want to consider befriending you (not likely).

-You keep Kalim in line, and you’ve saved him quite a few headaches since the relationship began. It’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, he has free time now. (Not a lot, but much more than before).

-Though at times, he feels like both Kalim and your personal babysitter — both of you having a penchant for attracting trouble and unsavory people — having to keep both of you in his sights most of the time so you don’t get yourselves killed.

-Speaking of, the thirdly would be your safety, which should be obvious as to why this is such a big worry.

-NRC is a safe school with a magical shield that protects its students from intruders, there is no way anyone is getting in, especially not to the dorms or lecture halls.

-You don’t have to worry about being targeted yet. It doesn’t even cross your mind, but it’s on Kalim’s a lot.

-Despite how nonchalant he is about previous attempts on his life, he knows it isn’t normal — definitely not something you’ve ever had to deal with.

-Kalim isn’t stupid or ignorant, he’s aware of what his status means. He’s aware of what that status could do to you. With his college graduation being two years ahead of him, the looming presence of his future role haunts his thoughts.

-His family name holds a lot of weight, and just being associated with them — let alone dating the first son and heir — is like painting a big red target on your back.

-He’s scared for your safety. It’s okay if people want him dead if they want to poison his food or curse him or try to stab him to death in his sleep. It’s alright if it’s him, but not if it’s you.

-Of course, you disagree. Both of you are equally as important and he shouldn’t be acting like any of that is okay, whether or not it’s his norm.

-He’s normally light-hearted and relaxed, even during serious conversations — it could come off as condescending if you didn’t know Kalim so well — this time though, he wasn’t. He wasn’t, because it was about you and your safety. It was about potentially having to give you up to keep you safe.

-He is fully ready to accept it if you decide to leave him — you would be smarter to do so — choose a life where you won’t need to be watched every second of the day or have servants check your food before you eat or have other people die in your stead.

-Despite knowing all that, if you chose to stay. If you decide to work it out and assure him that you were well aware of what a life with him would look like before you started dating him, Kalim calms down.

-He’s still on edge, of course. Absolutely nothing in this world could possibly begin to prepare you for the things you’re going to see and experience as his lover — good or bad.

-With your reassurance and bravery and stubbornness to stay by his side, he’s able to have a serious conversation about the future you’re getting yourself into. Prepare yourself for the things you’re going to have to do, rules you’ll have to follow and the like so you can stay safe.

-Instead of being stressed, it’s relieving to both of you. It was like a huge weight was lifted off your chest, and you feel lighter than air with it gone.

-With those three main issues out of the way, Kalim feels more comfortable approaching the fourth and most important worry of his.

-His family.

-See, Kalim talks about you to his parents… a lot. They’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, but Kalim always had an excuse to keep you away from them.

-He isn’t ashamed of you, far from it, he just wants your first meeting with his parents to be special. He wants to be sure things go well, so he stalls with both you and his family.

-Family is everything to him. He loves his siblings endlessly, and his parents mean the whole world to him. He’s incredibly close to them, and their approval is pertinent for him to keep this relationship.

-Not only that, but him being the Asim family heir puts extra pressure on your back. You not only have to prove yourself as a loving partner but as a competent and trustworthy business partner for Kalim.

-No pressure or anything.

-Lucky you, Kalim is your boyfriend, and Jamil is your (tentative) friend.

-Kalim is convinced he can just make his parents love you (he probably can), but Jamil being the realist he is goes out of his way to help get you at least a little prepared for what’s to come.

-All that stress and prep work ends up not really mattering in the end, because his family loves you the moment you step into their home.

-Thanks to him constantly talking about you to his parents, they already adore you. His parents gush about how cute she thinks you are and talk about how they admire your work ethic and determination. (You’re not sure exactly what Kalim told them about you, but it must have been very convincing)

-You’re treated like you’re already married to Kalim, servants bending backward to get you whatever you want, dressed in the finest silks, eating only the best food. (You argue that nothing is as good as Jamil’s cooking, and Kalim agrees wholeheartedly, so the poor guy gets stuck making meals for both of you the rest of the visit)

-Oh, his siblings adore you. Of course, some are more skeptical than others, but they all eventually fall in love with you just from how happy you make Kalim.

-After all that, you and Kalim can finally be secure in your relationship. You both did so much growing together, so if you’re at the point where you’re meeting his family, you’re likely going to be stuck with him for a long time.

-As stressful as everything I listed seems, your whole relationship feels very easygoing. That’s thanks to Kalim’s very go-with-the-flow personality, it puts you at ease even when things look grim (hehe).

-He’s a very comforting person, just being around him can put someone at ease, so just imagine how comfortable you feel.

-Despite his issues with respecting boundaries at times, the most important thing to him is your comfort. He won’t cross any lines that you draw for him, he won’t push you any further than what you’re wanting to go. You just have to tell him.

-He’s a very cuddly guy — if you want to be with Kalim you’re going to have to like physical affection. He’s almost always touching you in some way, be it one of you holding the other, standing shoulder to shoulder, holding hands across the table, and everything in-between.

-So PDA is almost a must with him. He’s not even trying to show off (okay maybe he is a little, but you can’t blame him, you’re just so perfect) he just really loves to love you.

-It gets on other students' nerves sometimes, but no one really wants to tell Kalim off, so you never get reprimanded for it.

-Jamil, on the other hand, is very vocal about how much he wishes you two would stop being so cutesy in front of him.

-Speaking of, poor Jamil has to suffer through all of this. Being around Kalim so much, he gets a front-row seat to everything you do. The only positive to come from it is that you and he get to know each other better.

-He sits through Kalim gushing about you for hours, Kalim asking him to do things for you now… just… Kalim is in love with you and wants to share everything with Jamil.

-Kalim isn’t jealous or possessive or overprotective, he doesn’t think to be. You wouldn’t betray his trust and he wouldn’t betray yours, so what’s the point of getting worked up over silly stuff like that?

-He’s a fan of grand gestures. Like throwing a huge party for your one-month anniversary or interrupting one of your lectures with a huge bouquet just because he wanted to give you flowers right then and there.

-He spoils you, essentially. You get everything you want, need, and more. Eventually, you’ll have to tell him to stop, because you don’t have room for all the stuff he gives you.

-No worries, you can just put it in the treasure room until you can take it home.

-He just really really wants to show you how much he loves you all day every day.

-You have your soft moments though. Like when you help him study, and you get to lean on his shoulder while he works through a difficult problem.

-Falling asleep on his shoulder or vice versa during a movie is a very common occurrence, and sleepy mornings where both of you just stay in bed for a while longer are some of the sweetest moments you’ll ever experience.

-He’s all around a good guy, and he’d make for an amazing boyfriend. He’s the easiest guy on this list to start and keep a relationship with. Most of the issues you deal with are out of his control, and the ones he can control he tries hard to make them easier to deal with for both of you.

Thank you for reading lovies! Have a wonderful rest of your day! 🍓

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x you #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #bunni's treats - 🧁

[goobiestar]

LONGG Remake on Goosefeather Headcanons because I want new ones

Btw: i WILL definitely be adding to these as time goes by lol, the newly added ones will be the first bullet points

Goosefeather dies at the age of 11 instead of 7 yrs (like seriously he wasnt old at his canon death), he dies by snake bite

Goosefeather is Transgender and Bisexual (He/it) pronouns, he really does not care though just don’t use she/her

Goosefeather has pink claws and a unusual underbite (hes very proud/fond of them)

Hc Voiceclaim is Violent J from ICP

He wants to be taken seriously, he is smaller than the average cat but pursues to still strike fear or any discomfort in ANY CAT and yes, he will go to awful extents (crookedkit)

Has many many failed relationships, (Milkbelly, Poppydawn, Hawkheart, Adderfang, Hailstar) only stuck with two (Sagewhisker, Pinestar)

Although he’s a medicine cat, hes very sadistic, which is why cats don’t like him and half his relationships didn’t work

Since starclan has bothered him a lot, he gets overwhelmed and VERY aggressive very easily

This also includes him getting awful headaches, sensitive hearing/vision to light, very bad mood swings, and also nonstop ringing to his ears sometimes

Goosefeather was never able to see very well, sometimes takes a minute for him to think about what herb he’s holding that looks similar from others

Goosefeather still, even tho a medic had impossible hope for becoming a warrior

Goosefeather and Sagewhisker are t4t, they had Brindlekit/face and Daisykit/frost (Frostfur)

Goosefeather, while expecting Brindle and Daisy, he made sure he groomed his belly fur as best he could so they could be comfortable and happy (which means a lot of pain for goose cuz he def had to rip out chunks of matted fur)

Goosefeather has very itchy skin, mostly irritated by his messy unruly fur, he has very curly fur, and never cleans leaves and twigs out of it so stuff gets badly tangled inside his fur, making it hard for him to get comfy

Goosefeather is a Selkirk rex, but as he got older his fur became more matted rather than curly

When he receives a vision from starclan his eyes become blue, when he’s in the df, they’re a red/orange tint rather than his usual yellow

Goosefeather HATES WATER, he avoids it actively, he doesn’t even like when it rains, he’s scared it will flood (although being all the way in TC), will only accept puddles of water and wet moss balls

Goosefeather also HATTESS squirrels, it isn’t explained why, he dodges squirrels like the plague

Goosefeather kills Stormtail later in life

Along with Sunfall/star, Goose helps take care of his nieces, he knows they don’t like him, but he still tries

Is the second-born kit (his sister was born first)

Goosefeather is the older half brother of Fuzzypelt

Goosefeather’s father, Smog was apart of the sisters, but Smog was exiled from the group and made his own group soon after

As he got older, the less touchy he became, he doesn’t like being touched by cats

Starclan doesn’t help the case, they’re always in his private business

When Goose was training Featherpaw, they weren’t close, and mainly Featherpaw was very bitter of Goosefeather because he was always out ‘living the life he had always wanted’ full of excitement and lots of rebellious activities

Goosekit and Pinekit didn’t like eachother, although their mothers being besties, but as they were forced to be med cat and lead together as both very young adults they bonded and came closer, it was too late for goosefeather to say anything, they loved eachother but neither could say anything

Gives Sheeppelt more credit than she actually deserves at being his mentor

Goosefeather, unlike canon, is apprenticed to Sheeppelt at 6 moons with her sister, but before that Goose would stay in the nursery and in camp as a kit but had ‘med cat responsibility’ (the kits were jealous)

Goosefeather’s secret favorite fresh kill is either Craw fish, but his fave TC meal is Voles

Goosefeather owns a pearl (given to him by Milkbelly) he uses it as good luck, but thrown it out as he got older for giving him bad luck instead

Goosefeather cannot see Milkbelly’s spirit, Milkbelly is forbidden to see him + doesn’t believe in starclan, he is stuck in the quiet middle between the df and starclan

Wisteriaflower(Moonflower) didn’t visit Goosefeather very much, mainly out of guilt

Goosefeather enjoys digging very much, this is mainly one of the reasons why his pelt is so dirty

Goosefeather wishes he got a less convenient name like Goosefang or something more sticking to his personality

When you first meet him you think he’d bite your head off, but no, he’s actually very mild-mannered and very awkward, he’s just awkward and quiet first meetings

Goosefeather smells like damp moss and very nose-itching herb smells, but before that he really enjoyed smelling like pine (like the tree not the guy), it was one of his fave smells

Ventures to kittypet-place a lot, so much so the Twolegs nicknamed him ‘Salty’ or for long ‘Saltine cracker’, they feed him ham

Goosefeather has met Jake and Shanty while spying or checking for pine is Kittypet place

Goosefeather has a VERY strong bite force

Goosefeather’s favorite herb is Goat weed

Has very bad trust issues, diss him once he disses you twice

Goosefeather.. is weird bro, he MAKES sure his teeth stay sharp and in tact, usually sharpening them with his food’s bones

When he says he doesnt judge Blue for meeting Oakheart and expecting his kits he’s disappointed, but not angry or judgemental, she reminds him of his youth

Snowfur usually feeds him fresh kill before she died

Goosefeather, although being tiny compared to his little brother Fuzzypelt, will still get into brotherly arguments with him and tease him for dumb things, it became awkward after Wisteria’s death

Goosefeather has very bad views and opinions of clan politics… 💀💀🇺🇸

Goose and Tigerpaw became closer after Tiger was forced to take care of him as an elder, Goose would tell stories about Pinestar, and Goose does end up sacrificing himself to a snake bite just for Tigerpaw, Tiger recieves the name Tigerfeather (or fang, after the name goose rlly wanted)

Goosefeather becomes an important starclan cat, and becomes mates with Pinestar in starclan they harass cats together like dumbasses 💕

He gives Tigerfeather a life for Trust

VERY BAD chewing problem he chews on everything (which includes cats)

Bossy

#Goosefeather #warrior cats #SORRYYYYYY YALLLLLLLLLLLL #headcanons #goose rewrite #goose hcs #long post #goobie bites #will prob repost these in the morning i have no clue why i post at night 💀 #goosefeather’s redemption

[syrupwit]

Re: DADWC, no but seriously though, I'm invoking the wildcard space for Hawke & anyone (or everybody in the flock) + "Can I propose a more anime solution?" if you so wish! Modern AU Kirkwall if you fuck with those, but if not, wildly out of context is also works

You have carte blanche for sending me prompts in any case, Goose! And I don't know why this is Carver/Merrill, but it is. I made up so much stuff here. (The post referenced is here.)

Under the cut, please find ~1352 words of Modern AU Kirkwall, with Carver/Merrill, silly het tropes, and striped socks, for @dadrunkwriting.

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Carryingly, but not over-loudly, Garrett Hawke cleared his throat. Heads turned; tongues stilled; Fenris pushed Anders’ admonishing finger from his personal space. An anticipatory quiet fell.

Moments prior, as Varric had been going over the statistics of the monster they were supposed to fight, Garrett had appeared listless and unengaged. The sudden attention of his friends, however, revived his famed charisma like water flowing into a sponge.

He leaned forward on his elbows and rested his chin on steepled fingers. The stupid but accurate glasses he’d bought online, a replica of those worn by Gherlen the Blood-Risen in the original Tales of the Blood-Risen, glinted in the basement’s buzzing light. 

“My friends, party members, devoted followers. Your strategies sound great and all, but can I propose a more… anime solution?”

“Oh, here we go,” said Carver. He had come down to the basement for snacks, and found that  the six-pack of fancy soda he’d bought for himself the day prior was missing from the fridge, having been distributed among the D&D players. Garrett had two cans in front of him. Pig.

“Shush, brother,” said Garrett. “Now, my suggestion is…”

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“Garrett doesn’t even watch anime,” Carver seethed to Merrill later, having texted her and then met up to hang out in the only laundromat in Hightown. He was lying on a bench too narrow for his back while she paired up her socks. “He’s only seen Wait, My Girlfriend Is A Noble-Hunter?! and two episodes of the second remake of Tales of the Blood-Risen, not even the original. If there’s an anime fan in the family, it’s me. But he just has to take that from me, too!”

“Anime,” Merrill mused, folding together the top cuffs of two mismatched striped thigh-highs. The basket in front of her brimmed with more and more colorful socks, like an assortment of cotton candy or the hoard of a tiny, pastel-loving dragon. It was lucky there were only a couple other customers at the laundromat. “I don’t think I’ve seen any anime.”

“I’ll make you a list of recommendations,” said Carver, shifting his shoulders. “I have a broad knowledge of the genre. Garrett’s a dilettante.”

Merrill put her thigh-highs in the basket and set it aside. “Have you asked if they’d let you play D&D with them?”

“Yeah, I tried once, when they were doing a one-shot campaign with him and Varric co-DMing. He killed my character off in the first dungeon.”

“Oh.”

“He claimed it was supposed to be fixable and plot-relevant, but come on, Merrill. He lives to lord himself over me! I’m not giving him more chances on purpose.”

Merrill sighed and patted him on the knee.

The washing machine that she had been using beeped. She went across the laundromat to inspect it, and returned with an armful of damp lingerie bags, which she placed on the bench near Carver’s feet. With a twitch of her fingers, the bags began to emit a light steam.

“Um,” said Carver. He liked it a little too much when Merrill did magic so casually. Garrett was a mage too, but he was flamboyant about it; Bethany was ashamed of her magic and usually hid it. Anders, the only other mage Carver spent much time with, tended to over-explain whatever he did and also get defensive about it. But Merrill just did as she pleased, when she pleased.

Merrill bent, rummaged through another among her cluster of laundry baskets, and retrieved a complicated-looking hanger with about 50 clips on it. She looked around the room, chewing her lip, but apparently found nowhere to hang it. 

“Could you hold this for me?” she asked. “I’ve just got to clip these.”

Carver sat up, careful not to knock her bags over, and took it from her. He looked around to make sure the other two customers weren’t watching them. “Why are you washing your underwear in public?”

“My sink’s not big enough,” said Merrill. “And my shower, I have to get naked or put on a swimsuit to wash clothes in it, and then the bathroom floor gets all wet.” She studied his face. “Oh dear, I’ve embarrassed you, haven’t I? You don’t have to help.”

“It’s fine,” said Carver, who could tell he had gone red.

“Thank you,” said Merrill, quick and sweet. Too sweet. Carver looked at her with suspicion, and she gave him a guileless smile. “Here, be careful with the garter belts in this bag—they’re delicate…”

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Carver ended up helping Merrill with the rest of her laundry, including her towels and linens. It wasn’t like he had anything pressing that afternoon, and he didn’t feel like dealing with Garrett and his friends back at the house. 

They got hungry, so she took him to a cafe and tried to pay for his tea and sandwich. Carver would have none of that. 

“I make at least twice what you do. Plus, I’m the guy.”

He winced as soon as he said it and prepared to apologize. However, to his surprise, Merrill seemed flustered rather than offended. Some Dalish cultural difference, maybe? She ordered dessert for herself when he suggested it, and didn’t hesitate to choose the pricier cake that she preferred.

Merrill was coaxing him to try a bite of her cake when Garrett tromped into the cafe. He was followed by the other players, two or three more of his friends, and the dog, Calenhad, who as usual was shamelessly soliciting attention from Fenris.

“They don’t even let dogs in here,” Carver hissed, as Garrett commandeered two tables and directed the others to go in search of additional chairs. The dog sat in Fenris’s lap. “I got kicked out last week when I came in with him. But look! He gets away with everything!”

“I really think you should just tell him that you want to play with them again,” said Merrill. “Oh, Isabela’s here.”

She got up and ran to Isabela, who made a big deal of it. They had this whole hugging dance that involved Isabela lifting Merrill up multiple times. Isabela looked at Carver over Merrill’s shoulder and waggled her eyebrows, and he put up a hand in reluctant greeting. 

Being around Isabela was awkward—she was blunt and fearless, she was devoted to Merrill, and she knew Carver had used to have a crush on her. He was always afraid that she would say something about his interest in Merrill, though she’d contented herself with sly looks and innuendo so far.

“Hey, Carver,” said Garrett from too close by, startling him. “Did we crash your date?”

Carver turned and fixed him with his most hateful glare. “You took my special soda.” He’d been saving it all week.

Garrett had the grace to look guilty. “I saved one for you! You left before I could give it to you.”

“Yeah, well, you owe me a replacement pack of soda.”

“Can I just get you some cake or something? They have good cake here.”

“We already ate,” Carver snapped. He glanced over at Merrill, who was absorbed in conversation with Isabela, and flushed.

Garrett’s eyes crinkled in that annoying way they did. “So it really was a date.”

“Shut up. I was just helping her with her laundry. We got hungry, that’s all.”

“Her laundry, huh?”

“Not one more word,” said Carver, bristling; but Merrill and Isabela were coming over now, and he knew it upset Merrill when he and Garrett yelled in front of her. She never said anything about it, but he could tell. So he was the one who shut up.

Garrett held out his arm, and Merrill went right under it. She fit perfectly. She looked so cute, and small, and comfortable where she was. Carver ground his teeth, conscious of Isabela’s eyes on him. 

“Can I join your next campaign, Hawke?” said Merrill. 

“You can join if Carver does,” said Garrett. He squeezed her.

“I’ll do it,” said Carver before Merrill could protest. “But on one condition. I want to wear those glasses.”

“Glasses?” said Garrett, then realized, and laughed. “I knew you thought they were cool!”

#sunrisetune #dadwc #dadwc fill

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

PROJECT RUNWAY

Opening today:

Top Gun: Maverick--When the original Top Gun was released in 1986, I quickly came to regard it as an embodiment of everything that was wrong with American pop culture, and maybe of American culture in general. Setting aside whatever annoyance we can assign to it for turning Tom Cruise into a superstar, Top Gun's mindless, swaggering triumphalism and fetishizing of empty recklessness struck me as a symptom, maybe even a partial cause, of a generational toxicity from which we're still suffering.

Three and a half decades later, on the occasion of this very belated sequel, I'm not sure I see any rational basis for revising the opinion of my pompous 24-year-old self, or of attributing a healthier mentality to the new film. But I will say this: Top Gun: Maverick is much more enjoyable than the original.

The '86 film has become one of the seminal movie texts of our time, but in case there are a few fortunate souls who remain benighted: It's the story of Navy fighter pilot Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Cruise) and his time at the Fighter Weapons School at Miramar near San Diego, known as TOPGUN. Maverick--all the pilots have cute nicknames--is a brilliant flyer but is given to ignoring authority and making his own rules.

In the new film, Maverick is still a Captain after all these years because he's just too darn rebellious to advance. He's still ruffling the feathers of authority figures (huffily played by the likes of Ed Harris and Jon Hamm). He gets called back to the TOPGUN school at the insistence of its commander, his old rival Ice (Val Kilmer, who has one touching scene).

Maverick's job this time is to instruct a batch of young officers with cute nicknames--except for one simply called Bob (the endearing Lewis Pullman)--in preparation for a secret bombing run against a uranium-enrichment facility in a judiciously unidentified hostile country. Among his pupils is Rooster (Miles Teller), son of Maverick's beloved co-pilot Goose (Anthony Edwards), killed during the first film. Rooster bears Maverick a longstanding grudge. There's a bit of love interest, too; Maverick re-meets barkeep Penny (Jennifer Connelly); his previous leading lady Kelly McGillis, though briefly glimpsed in a flashback, goes unmentioned.

Now, let me be clear: Top Gun: Maverick is every bit as insipid and predictable as Top Gun the first, and Tom Cruise seems like just as much of pipsqueak. Cruise can be good, even very good, when he's playing manic and out-of-his-depth, as in Rain Man, A Few Good Men, Jerry Maguire and Magnolia, but when he's in hypercompetent man-of-action mode I've never been able to take him seriously. Even at nearly 60, he still comes across like a boy dressed up in his dad's clothes.

But that doesn't much matter here. Two factors combined to pull the stick out of my butt and allow me to enjoy this movie. One is that technical filmmaking has advanced exponentially since 1986, and the flight scenes have greater clarity and flamboyance than the original's. It's useless to try to claim that the last 30 or 40 minutes of this movie isn't exciting. It's propulsive and spellbinding, even as you see every plot point coming at you as plainly as if it was on a radar screen.

The other factor, especially for those of us who were regular moviegoers when the original came out, is simple nostalgia. The director, Joseph Kosinski, really captures the '80s-movie montage-to-montage vibe, starting right at the beginning with brooding synthesizer tones leading into the most irksome (albeit catchy) song of the estimable Kenny Loggins, “Danger Zone,” all of it backing up a full opening credit sequence, not just a quick flash of the title. In this way, Top Gun: Maverick can be like that odd and common phenomenon of encountering somebody you disliked back in the day, and feeling an unaccountable surge of affection.

The Bob's Burgers Movie--Bravely facing off against Tom Cruise's fighter squadron this weekend is the story of a family struggling to keep their burger joint going when a huge sinkhole opens in the sidewalk and completely blocks access to their storefront. It's the feature version of an animated Fox TV series.

Bob is Bob Belcher (voiced by H. Jon Benjamin), the depressive dad; his wife Linda (John Roberts) is more upbeat. They live in the apartment above the restaurant with their kids, boy-crazy oldest daughter Tina (Dan Mintz); nebbishy, well-intentioned rock star wannabe middle son Gene (Eugene Mirman) and rabbit-ear-wearing, aspirational youngest Louise (Kristen Schaal). Louise is deeply offended when a girl at school calls her a "baby"; to prove this untrue she descends into the sinkhole.

This leads to a mystery involving everyone from the burger joint's rich landlords to carnies from the nearby amusement park. Other characters enter the story, some performed by name actors: Kevin Kline and Zach Galifianakis as the landlords; Gary Cole as a police detective with an inferiority complex. There are some very peculiar musical numbers, and it all culminates in a suspenseful and action-packed finale.

This movie is funny even if you've never seen the show. I can attest to this, because I've never seen the show, and I thought this movie was funny. The comedy derives from the Belcher family's flat, affectless manner, contrasted with the convoluted gothic plot and wild action. But there's also a humane warmth to the Belchers that keeps the joke from going sour. If I lived in that town, I'd eat at that place.

#top gun maverick #the bob's burgers movie #tom cruise #top gun

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

 Aries    

You’ve been wondering this week if it’s worth showing your true colors to everyone. The answer is an unabashed ‘Yes’. Always show who you are to people, don’t tell. The quiet ones are the ones that change the universe... The loud ones only take the credit. Make sure that people always know where they stand with you on all things.  

Taurus  

This week a blast from the past will take your mood from zero to hero… from worst to first. Enjoy the things around you, especially wildlife. However, do not trust birds. Canada Goose will crap everywhere and threaten you, but have you seen what the inside of an Emperor Penguin's mouth looks like? If you know, you know. If you go looking it up just remember, you cannot unsee something. Killing yourself will be the only way to forget that image. So don’t do it! (Oh, and… HI, MOM!) 

Gemini   

There’s another Horrible-Scope later that’ll talk about the Webb Space Telescope, but just for you… have you seen those first pictures released yet? Seriously, go look! It’s called “Webb’s First Deep Field” and it mimics what Hubble did. What Hubble did in a week-and-a-half, Webb did it and leagues better in half a day! This week let your space weirdness flag fly and buy Kerbal Space Program. You will NOT regret it! And Fly Safe!  

Cancer Moon-Child  

Water polo is not played with horses. Neither are horseshoes. The Galloping gourmet didn’t have hooves, and even though it has 350 horsepower there are no horses in the Ford Mustang. You want to have a summer getaway for a week, consider someplace like the Western Pleasure Guest Ranch, Sandpoint, Idaho. Log Cabins, daily horseback rides, three meals daily, evening entertainment and access to all ranch amenities including… (*SIGH!*) Wifi. And they are Pet Friendly! So you can Bring Your Own Horse… though how you can fit it on the plane is beyond us.  

Leo  

Ghosts don’t “Real”. And yeah, Google Docs doesn’t like the way that looks, but it’s a wholly accurate statement. And especially in the middle of summer ghosts shouldn’t be a thing in stores yet. There’s still Discovery Day, Labor Day, National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, Back To School, and of course Back To School Head Lice Week before we even get into October! You’ll get to buy Pumpkin Spice Everything soon enough - Slow Down this week.

Virgo  

You’ve always wondered, so it’s time you learned something this week. You shouldn’t store vinyl records flat or on an angle - just upright. Yeah, it seems counterintuitive, but that’s how it’s done. Look at how they’re lined up in stores or old radio station setups like WKRP In Cincinnati. Your cassette tape collection, though, is in more danger of growing mold. Stock up on 90% isopropyl alcohol to clean those up. The 8-Tracks are just a loss.

Libra  

The greatest things about the Global Information Superhighway are first… that nobody calls it that anymore, and that you can find things you never knew existed. Here’s something for you to do on YouTube; search for song titles you love, but add the term, “Isolated Vocals”. Eventually you’ll find the tracks of Freddie Mercury singing Bohemian Rhapsody, and there are several of them! Go do that tomorrow!  

Scorpio  

One side effect of Global Warming is the discoveries of animals from 60,000 years ago being released from the snows. Imagine how foolish people are who say they want to clone wooly mammoths now. Can you imagine fur-coated elephants trying to survive in the summers now? And how derisive they’d be in the winter? “Oh, it’s cold, you say? Minus twenty-five celsius is cold!? When my daddy was alive there wasn’t a word for how cold it was! Throw some of that Liquid Nitrogen on my back. Maybe I’ll feel it.”   

Sagittarius  

In 2017 Billy Joel was on “The Late Show with Stephen Colbert” and was asked for his Top Five Songs of his OWN songs. Ready for this list? Number five was “Vienna”, four was “And So It Goes”, three was “You May Be Right”, two was “She’s Right On Time”... but Number One from Billy’s own personal choices? Believe it or not, “Scenes From An Italian Restaurant”! As Billy himself put it, “We asked, can we put some Dixieland Clarinet in this song? SURE! Why not? So we put it in!” Just like any good meal, just add a little something of everything to get a great meal.

Capricorn  

There’s a lot of little things that will be a growing annoyance, but you can work around them. Imagine what that ONE engineer at NASA was like when they had to report on the micrometeoroid impacts into that new space telescope… more than Five Times So Far! And yet that sucker’s ready to rock! You can do the same, just take it easy and stay cool. 

Aquarius  

Time to look forward to going home this week. Specifically your first home… the ocean. Plan on taking a trip to the ocean or some other beach for an afternoon. These days sunscreen isn’t good enough: wrap yourself in aluminum foil for UV Protection. People may look at you funny, but just angle your arm the right way to reflect the sunlight in their eyes to get even. And remember: Rip Currents are the beach’s way of swallowing you.

Pisces  

You’ve been drinking 2% milk for so long, if you try to switch back to whole milk you’ll end up tying your stomach in knots! If you want creamier coffee creamer just invest in some quality vanilla ice cream. Or coffee ice cream. Or how about mixing these three green ice creams and see how it tastes; some version of Mint, Pistachio, and Matcha. ENJOY!    

And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#horoscope #horrorscope #parody #comedy #Yes my mother actually complimented me on these #HI MOM!

[cherry-stained-blood]

MUZAN. DATING. HEADCANONS. NOW /J

muzan dating hcs

Synopsis: Title you silly goose

Pairing: Muzan Kibutsuji x GN!reader (they/them)

A/N: This is gonna be half assed I’m so sorry 💀 that’s literally all I have to say.

ALSO I KNOW I SAID THE NEXT POSTS WOULD BE NSFW BUT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING HERE FOR A BIT. I PROMISE THE NEXT ONES WILL BE

TW: none

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Boy oh boy

First off, expect Muzan to turn you into a demon if you happen to peak his interest

It’s all for the sake of his identity as the literal demon overlord, it’s better to just make you one of him so he doesn’t have to deal with the hassle of humans

If you’re already a demon, then that’s less work for him!

Anyways, it’s pretty clear that Muzan’s #1 goal isn’t love

But you just kinda popped up and changed that for him, and for the better in a way

Of course Muzan is still a psychotic sociopath with no mercy for any life form other than his wonderful S/O, being you of course

He still has found his own special way to care for you

Despite his alluring voice, it actually takes Muzan a bit to start using words in the relationship, by that, he’s pretty quiet

So he gives comfort and affection to you through small physical gestures and gift-giving

Holds your hand a lot, and if he’s in the mood, he might kiss it

Once the demon lord starts to warm up, he’ll get around to hugs and more common kisses, even starting to cuddle with you more

When it comes to gift-giving, it can vary

From small little wooden trinkets to a bento filled with delicious food, Muzan takes his gifts seriously, and will make sure you enjoy them

It’s the thought that counts, and he cares for every little thing he gives you

Overtime he starts to talk more, and starts giving you cute little pet names

Even if some of them can be a little out of the ordinary

“My little spider lily” is a very common one by the way, expect Muzan to call you this a lot

Muzan will also not let you in on his demon life with the demon slayers and Twelve Kizuki

He would rather keep that away from you, just so you don’t have to deal with any of his bullcrap

But of course you got around to meeting all of the Upper Moons, never the Lower Moons though

After seeing how you interacted with his servants, Muzan hesitantly decided to at least let you hang around with the Kizuki

All of them like you, they’re kinda obligated to do so after all, given that you’re Muzan’s partner

But anywho, a relationship with Muzan is a quiet, but peaceful and loving one. Despite the fact that he doesn’t speak much at the start, you know that he cares for you

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#demon slayer fandom #demon slayer #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #headcanons #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #lord muzan #muzan x you #muzan x reader #muzan x y/n #fluff headcanons #dating headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba manga #manga #anime

[outoftheframework]

my proposal for tropes we as a fandom should adopt in all fanworks going forward: Duke Thomas edition

So every fandom has tropes and characterization quirks that have been generally accepted into fanon and, like, maybe? they were originally based on some obscure comic panel from the 80s or something but it doesn’t really matter because we’re all just,,, cool with it? Like for example- in the dc comics fandom, an art piece could show 3 of the bats that look virtually identical except one of them is holding a box of cereal so that one is obviously Dick Grayson. . . Y’know?

Anyway, these things usually come up naturally I guess but I’ve been here a while and it’s finally time to put my foot down. It’s high time for Duke Thomas to be more in fanon than “the sane one.” Because he might be the relatively new guy but he is certainly fears no gods or laws of the land just as much as the other bats, lemme tell ya. 

TL;DR here are character quirks (”canon-based” or otherwise) that we should all really latch onto seriously I’m begging y’all to make at least one of these happen-

Duke “Habitually Jumping Out of Moving Vehicles” Thomas

This one’s actually based in canon y’all; Duke did indeed yeet himself out of the back of a cop car and off of a bridge (in We Are... Robin). Normalize Duke’s wearing knee and elbow pads as Signal because jumping out of a car turns out relatively fine once and then suddenly Batman’s rooftop disappearing act seems mellow compared to the amount of times Gordon has whipped his head around to see a now Signal-less backseat. 

Like, he’s going 60 mph?? And he didn’t even hear the door open?? and tHE DOORS ARE STILL LOCKED??

Imagine this leaking into civilian life and Bruce waking up to a blurry photo of Duke mid-escape from a limousine on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.

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Duke “Puzzles are my Passion” Thomas

Duke is ~canonically~ very skilled at both solving and concocting riddles (as a child during that time where The Riddler just,,, controlled Gotham, he worked non-stop on riddles, trying to make the perfect one). Please y’all- let Duke solve puzzles. Have the other bats ask him for help after 36 hours straight of brooding over some brainteaser that Duke works out within the half-hour. He texts a picture of the solution scribbled out on loose leaf in the margins of his pre-calc homework because this boy shows his work. 

My guy is a word-cross FIEND. A mind-sweeper speed-runner. That guy who mails into the Gazette to correct a solution in the “fun & games” section and also ps that photo is not of me I am simply a polite young man who is much too busy writing into the paper in the year 2021 to jump out of limos-

I also would love to see this integrated into the type of cases he investigates / runs into on his daytime patrol. Like, obviously the criminal activity is going to dramatically differ before and after sundown, but that doesn’t make Duke’s work any easier or less important. It’s a different skillset; he has to work differently. Instead of jumping into fights, halting mob meetings, saving civilians in dark allies, etc. Duke has to sort through all of the moving pieces before they all converge into something catastrophic. 

It’s a known fact that criminal organizations in Gotham make and execute a lot of behind-the-scenes plans during the day specifically not to run into the bats. And Duke knows and monitors this shit all by himself; his work is crucial to logistics and information gathering for the bats as a whole. Now criminals have like, a 2 hour gap between bat-shifts to try and get stuff done. But Duke would 100% set traps on timers or lead them on this pre-set convoluted goose chase  to distract them until the night bats come out and to let himself enjoy the whole thing playing out on the news while he finishes homework that’s due at midnight.

Duke “I Know a Guy” Thomas

So in going off of the basic concept for the “We Are. . . Robin” run in combination to his general likability, Duke has a lot of friends all around Gotham. Okay, sure, he doesn’t have a Super best friend or a Speedster on speed dial, but he does know this guy who details cars up on West 35th and will tell them all about the new mods on Black Mask’s transport vans if they come through the third floor window and bring takeout. 

Bruce and Tim will be waiting for the facial recognition software to identify at least a partial match off of security cam footage when Duke pulls into the cave, takes one look at the screen, and says “Oh, that’s <insert name, address, abridged life story, and known associates here>.” This also brings in the opportunity for Duke to have some sort of perfect recall for faces, voices, names, etc. which I think could be a really cool element for his position as the batfamily member who has a lot more personal interaction with the people of Gotham.

I’m also into the idea of a lot of people knowing/telling stories about Duke. Not to reference the Chuck Norris meme but almost like the Chuck Norris meme lmao. Think about Jason mentioning his brother to someone and she replies, “Duke Thomas? Like that Duke Thomas? The one who swam across the harbor because he said it’d be faster than the subway and it actually was?” These stories have varying levels of truth to them but Duke will never confirm nor deny when he gets random calls from family members yelling “you dID WHAT”

So those are my top three, and the following is a little speed-round of headcanons :)

Duke has a super expressive face. Like when he’s relaxed around family, you can tell exactly what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling by his visual reactions to things

Duke rotates through picking up new and revisiting old hobbies at a pretty rapid pace. Some hobbies include: bullet journaling, origami, viola, cello, synth, conversational basics in multiple languages, up-cycling and embroidering clothes

Duke has a really fucking adorable smile. He can’t help it. He’ll try to grin sarcastically or smug to be annoying but his smile just cannot be anything other than endearing. He also has a very specific booming laugh that’s an absolute treasure to hear, because it’s the most genuinely happy thing ever. 

Duke unironically enjoys Signal by Twice even though the first time he heard it was after Steph had set it as his morning alarm.

So.

Come and get your food, I guess.

Feel free to add on if you’d like! I’d love to see anything you guys write/draw/etc. based on anything from here if you feel compelled to do so!

Stay safe and be well :) 

#duke thomas #the signal #signal #batman #dc comics #duke thomas fanfiction #duke thomas headcanons #dc #batfam #batfamily #batfamily fanfiction #dick grayson #Bruce Wayne #Tim Drake #Stephanie Brown #Jason Todd #gotham city #Duke Thomas-wayne #i love him your honor #headcanons

[realcube]

how they use their quirk during sex

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ bakugo, kirishima, kaminari, dabi & tamaki

content warning ♡ slapping, electrostimulation, fire play, masturbation, mentions of voyeur, choking, oral (giving + receiving), blood kink, mention of knife play, unconventional organism eating & vagina-having reader - minors dni

katsuki bakugo 

♡ he likes to ensure that his slaps leave a mark

♡ just so everyone knows that you’re his

♡ just seeing you all marked up from his explosions and hand just gets him so hard tbh

♡ also, he loves squeezing you - it makes him feel powerful and dominant - so sometimes he just grabs a handful of your tit, squeezes it then proceeds to make you yelp by setting off a lil’ explosion in his hand 

♡ he’s no villain, but he definitely wants to hear you scream in pain or pleasure - either or both works 

♡ so whenever he is hitting it from behind and you feel a zing through your body after he spanks your thigh, mentally prepare yourself for trouble in regards to sitting down - for the next week or so 

♡ it’s a hard thing to do though because he needs to be 100% that he won’t seriously burn you or harm you, or else he literally wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror for the rest of...his life 

♡ so yeah, if he’s not completely confident in the fact he’ll be able to smack you without burning you, he just won’t do it 

♡ also, the little crackles and pops from miniature, involuntary explosions going off as he approaches his climax not only entertain you, but they also drown out his moans 

♡ not that he’s ashamed of the sounds he makes - he’s loud and proud - it’s just that the explosions help balance out the noise so it’s not just his grunts echoing throughout the room

♡  plus, they add ambience 

eijiro kirishima

♡ he hardens his back to avoid getting scratches on it lol

♡ it’s not that he doesn’t like getting marked up by you or anything, it’s just a hero instinct tbh

♡ but honestly, you like the feeling of your nails digging into his back then suddenly, the skin becomes sniffer around your fingers

♡ sometimes he accidentally employs his quirk while he is choking you because he gets so into it 

♡ or just as he is about to slap your thigh/ass

♡ he also has a bad habit of hardening when you are trying to give him hickeys

♡ so yeah, you’ll probably be left with bruises, hand prints and bite mark scattered across your inner thigh and torso after sex with kirishima and he leaves unscathed 

♡ also, idk if this is apart of his quirk but his pointy-ass teeth definitely come in handy - especially if you have a blood/biting kink

♡ kiri is willing to go full vampire for you <3

♡ also, you don’t need knives to do knife play with kiri - he is the knife (well, his teeth are) 

♡ he says sternly that he doesn’t enjoy knife/blood play but then he gets oddly aroused when drawing blood from your thigh or nibbling at your slit while he eats you out 

denki kaminari 

♡ i am so sorry but i can’t stop thinking about kami playfully zapping you during sex AAAA

♡ like if you are into electrostimulation- kaminari is basically your sex soulmate 

♡ also if you aren’t like super into electrostim but you give consent for him to lightly zap you from time to time, he will take advantage of that

♡ like just as you’re approaching your orgasm, he’ll shock you slightly so your moans are even louder and your pleasure is escalated 

♡ or sometimes during the foreplay, when he is just fondling with your breasts, he’ll give it a lil’ zap so you perk up and whine for him 

♡ he just loves seeing the way your whole body juts in reactions and how your nipples erect at the shock

♡ whenever he slaps your thigh/ass, it’ll always send somewhat of a current through your body, which arouses you even more 

♡ tickles your clit with electric sometimes just to add some flare 

♡ he might make you beg for his touch if you’re needy enough, then simply run his charged hand over your body teasingly

♡ but if you’re into full-on electrostimulation, he’s extreme picky about the times he is able to utilise his quirk bc now he’ll have to send larger currents (instead of just lil zaps which i assume are easily to control) so ofc he needs to be in the right headspace or he could potentially harm you and obviously, that’s the last him he wants to do

♡ so yeah, he probably trains his quirk extra to ensure that he can produce exactly the right amount of electricity for you

♡ omg and he is probably into mutual masturbation/voyeur !! bc you are like his goddess so ofc he gets off to seeing you touch yourself even if he isn’t the one providing the pleasure. also it really brings out his inner perv 

♡ so if you like to use toys when you masturbate, literally do not worry about any of them running out of charge/battery while you’re pleasuring yourself, kaminari has you covered bb 💅 

♡ also, outside of sex he probably playfully zaps you all the time - like if he is standing behind you, he’ll tap your shoulder followed by a little electric shock. which makes you jump and turn around to see him standing, whistling and averting his gaze unsuspectingly

♡ ‘what, kami? and ouch.’

♡ his eyes widened as he inhaled sharply with an offended look on his face, ‘eh, what?! i didn’t do anything!’

♡ you blinked rapidly, ‘who else has an electricity quirk nearby?’

dabi

♡ he mostly uses his quirk during the actual act of peneration

♡ he rarely uses it during foreplay 

♡ maybe just to set the mood by using his finger to light the candles on his bedside table or sumn 

♡ or, if you’re into fire play, he’ll drag his glowing finger across your chest to trace your curves while leaving a pale marks behind, shooting an erotic burning sensation through your body 

♡ or LORD he (lightly) burns his name into your skin !! so everyone knows you are his >:)

♡ i believe that - unlike the other boys - dabi is able to control his quirk pretty well all throughout sex, no matter what mood he is in

♡ so angry make-up sex with added fireplay isn’t completely out of the question

♡ though, he is a bit cruel so if he’s got your ass in his hands while he’s approaching his orgasm, he will purposefully burn marks into your skin

♡ however, everything comes with a price

♡ so although he can control his quirk at almost all times, he does not know how to deal with the aftermath pffft

♡ he’ll look at your bright red ass and how you are struggling to sit down and be like ‘put some aloe vera on it idfk 🤷‍♂️’ 

♡ anyway, just expect there to be burn marks on every part of your body that dabi touched

♡ the most painful ones are probably the ones he leave on your hips, while he holds your pretty figure in place and drills into you from behind

♡ or perhaps the ones he makes on the back of your head as he forces you take more of his cock into your mouth 

♡ then again, the burns on your neck once he has finished roughly choking you like a slut while pounding into your cunt, were also problematic  

♡ but the handprints he leaves on your torso as he feels around the bulge his massive cock makes in your stomach also hurt quite bad 

♡ god knows, but you’re just generally in pain after sex with dabi tbh

tamaki amajiki

♡ suneater more like pussyeater amarite

♡ this might be a lil bestiality-esque bc he is like a human who develops features of an animal but like..he is still a human, after all, so he can consent 

♡ but anyway, tw for anyone who doesn’t want to read anything of the sort !!

♡ ok, so, let’s get this out of the way first - tentacles 😍 KJVDKFVZDI

♡ he uses them exactly how you imagine he would; he simultaneous holds you down, massages your breast, covers your mouth, chokes you, slithers one up your cunt and one up your ass - just..everything...

♡ like if the tentacles are out, you know you are getting overstimulated that night

♡ also sometimes - if he’s feeling especially bold - he’ll slip one of his tentacles under your skirt while in public then just watch as you desperately try to stifle moans from how good he feels squirming inside you  

♡ you both like it a little more than you’d like to admit tbh

♡ also, one time he ate goose just so he could manifest wings and try fuck you mid-air lmao 

♡ that would’ve brought a whole new meaning to ‘flying fuck’

♡ unfortunately, it didn’t work as well as he had hoped as his wings couldn’t support both of your weight so it was more like him hovering over the bed while drilling into you from above 

♡ it was definitely a new angle though, so you couldn’t complain

♡ he’ll pinch your clit and squeeze your tits with his lobster claws but that’s about it - he generally doesn’t tend to manifest those during sex

♡ one of his dirtiest secrets is that one time, he paid crazy money for a dish with elephant meat in it, in hopes that he’d get a monster cock

♡ (no, the thought never occurred to him that perhaps horse would be a better, cheaper alternative)

♡ bc he highkey has a size kink but you’ve already kinda gotten use to his size so he needed to amp it up...

♡ but no- all he got was a trunk 😭

♡ however, it wasn’t all bad bc at least he made good use of that trunk- 

♡ (he shoved it so far up you, he hoped to see it come out your mouth 🥰)

♡ anyway, rapid-fire round:

♡ he once ate rabbit so he could develop bunny ears and a tail so he could be your cute lil’ bunny boy 🥺 while you peg him 

♡ buffalo wings get him riled up tbh - only top energy after he has buffalo wings 

♡ honestly, the beak he manifests after eating chicken lowkey destroys your cunt- 

♡ the leathery skin he gets after eating crocodile makes him feel badass

♡ oh! and the sharp teeth too- like kirishima, he will go full-vampire if you want him too

♡ his quirk is so versatile, just let your imagination run wild lmao ✨  

♡ plus, he is pretty whipped for you so he's basically down to try anything

#bnha smut #bakugo smut #kirishima smut #dabi smut #tamaki smut #kaminari smut #tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki #tamaki x y/n #tamaki x you #suneater x reader #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha x you #kirishima x you #dabi x reader #dabi headcanons #my hero academia kaminari #kaminari x you #kaminari x y/n #kaminari headcanons #bnha bakugou #mha tamaki #mha bakugou #bnha suneater #bnha headcanons #👾nsfw

[miekasa]

break up with your boyfriend, i’m bored

+ pairings: um… armin x reader…. but, spotlight on jean—just... read it to understand, please

+ genres and warnings: college au what’s new, fluff… you’re just going to have to work with me and trust me on this one alright

+ notes: free colt he ain’t do nothing wrong i just needed someone outside of their immediate friend group to blame i am so sorry justice for my boy colt and falco too

+ more notes: longer levi fic still in progress, so have jean thee comedian in the meantime

“I think I have a crush on someone.”

Jean crosses his arms and makes it a point to huff even louder than before so that you can accurately assess his annoyance at moment; going so far as to slump back into your not so comfortable couch to really sell it.

“And that is why you manhandled me all the way to your apartment on a Tuesday afternoon?” he asks, voice flat and eyes hooded.

You groan and roll your eyes. Jean’s eyebrows are pinched together with more judgement than confusion at your current state of distress when you sit next to him on the sofa, a knee bent in his direction.

“Jeanie, I don’t think you’re understanding the severity of my issue.”

“You’re right, I’m not,” he drawls, “But, please, do enlighten me. It’s not like I have an essay to write or anything.”

“I have a crush,” you reiterate, hands mapping out every syllable in your sentence, “On someone who is not my boyfriend.”

“I see,” he nods, but his voice remains flat, “And, pray tell, what exactly is my role in all of this?”

“You’re supposed to use your philosophical psychoanalytical bullshit to tell me what’s wrong with me and how to fix it.”

“Philosophy and psychology are two different disciplines.”

“They sound the same to me.”

“That’s because you’re a single-celled chem major.”

“I think it takes more than a single cell to study chem.”

“Oh, is that what they tell you guys, now?”

“You’re not fucking helping.”

“Yes, I am,” he tuts, “It’s called talk therapy.”

“It sounds like you’re just taking shots at me.”

“Best friend talk therapy allows for a few digs here and there.”

“Jean,” you pinch his arm. He flinches, and yelps loudly, immediately raising the affected arm to counter with a flick to the center of your forehead. You glare, the palm of your left hand covering the sting on your skin, but concede, “Well played.”

“Thank you,” he nods, “I learned from the best.”

“Okay, now that you’ve gotten your ego boost for the day, can we worry about my problem, please.”

He shrugs, crossing resting his left ankle atop his right knee, “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

“What exactly is the problem, again?”

You sigh, and lean your head on Jean’s shoulder, “I have a boyfriend—”

“We’ve been over that.”

“—and the person I have a crush on is not my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” he pauses, “Are you going to do anything about this crush?”

“Well, I… no,” you ponder, “I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” he repeats, “So, then why are you so worked up about it?”

“Because!... Because… I don’t know, it’s… wrong? I’m in a relationship with someone else—isn’t this, like, emotional cheating?”

“Maybe,” he says, “I don’t know a whole lot about relationship psychology.”

“Come on, Jean.”

He sighs, “I’m serious, I don’t know, (_____).”

You whine, sounds muffled by the fabric of Jean’s sweater where your cheek lay pressed against his shoulder. “I’m a horrible person, aren’t I?”

“You’re not, stop it,” Jean answers firmly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “You’re not horrible for having emotions that are difficult to work through.”

“Okay, then, I’m just a horrible girlfriend.”

“Maybe.”

“Jean.”

“Sorry,” he winces, patting your head for extra encouragement. It’s meant to be comforting, but it makes you feel like a patronized six-year-old, at best. It’s quiet for a while, with you mulling over Jean’s words, and him trying to pull you into the worst side hug in all of existence.

“Do you think,” you break the silence, “Maybe I should I break up with him?”

“Yes,” his answer comes too quickly, and much too enthusiastically.

You lift your head from his shoulder, unamused, but Jean doesn’t even try to hide the glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“You’re just saying that because you don’t like him.”

“No,” he pauses when he catches glimpse of the disbelief on your face, “Okay, yes, I don’t like him. At all.”

“Jean—”

“But maybe this is your subconscious telling you that you don’t like him either, and that you should, instead, go after your crush.”

“Oh, so now you want to use your psychobullshit on me?”

“If it means I don’t have to pretend to like Colt anymore, then yes,” he replies, a stupid, shit-eating grin on his lips.

You scoff, arms crossed against your chest, “You don’t even pretend to like him now.”

Jean shrugs, “I pretend to like him to his face.”

“No, you don’t,” you insist, “You’re probably the worst at it, in fact.”

“I’m not worse than Connie.”

“You called him an asshole. To his face.”

“Connie poured tequila on him.”

“Connie was drunk. You were completely sober.”

“Connie would have done it sober and you know it.”

You open your mouth to refuse, but the words fall silent in your throat. Connie probably would have done it sober. “Okay, fine, whatever, you don’t like him,” you wave away the subject, “Do you really think this crush is my subconscious telling me to break up with him, though? I mean—it’s just, crushes are kind of fleeting right?”

“Sure, but—”

“What if I break up with him, and then I get over my crush, and realize I made a mistake.”

“Then you learn and grow, and find a new crush.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he insists, “You’re beating yourself up pretty bad over this mystery guy—”

“—It could be a girl.”

“Is it a girl? Oh, is it Mikasa? Are you still hung up over her—you know I’m sure she’d make out with you asked. I think you both could relieve a lot of tension that way, actually.”

“You’re the worst person to walk this planet, you know that?” you sneer, annoyed by the smug grin on Jean’s face. So what if you had a tiny crush on Mikasa? Most people did, Jean included.

“Look,” Jean continues, “You and I both know you’re not a cheater, but you and I also know you’re just like Eren when it comes to things like this.”

“Just like Eren?”

“Falls too fast, too hard,” he clarifies, “I get the feeling you’ve had these feelings for a while, and that they’re not fleeting.”

You pout, and Jean knows that he’s right. “Okay, so say I do break up with Colt—”

“Which you should do, regardless.”

“—If we break up, then what? I still won’t know what to do with my left over grief. It’s not like I can just... go ask this guy out right away.”

“Yes, you can,” Jean presses, “In fact, you should.”

“No, I can’t,” you insist.

“Why not?”

“Well for one, I’ll look like a heartless whore.”

“You’re not a heartless whore for asking a guy out.”

“I am if I do it right after breaking up with my boyfriend.”

“Your internalized misogyny is showing,” he sing-songs, “Come on, you’re not a whore for doing what you want with a guy, you know that.”

“Okay, fine, not a whore, whatever,” you roll your eyes, “But I still couldn’t ask him out.”

“It’s the twenty first century, just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean you can’t ask him—”

“Not because of that, dumb goose,” you glare, “I meant because—it’s, well, it’d be really sudden and kind of… awkward?”

“It’s not like he’d know you just broke up with someone, unless that’s one of your conversation starters.”

You sigh, a hand on your forehead. “Yes, he would, Jean.”

“How could he possibly—oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mock, a heavy sigh leaving your chest as you resume your previous sulking position, head leaning against his shoulder with your right cheek squished against his sweater.

“(_____), I’m honored, but you’re not really my type. I’d be willing to help you get over him though.”

“It’s not you, you fucking long-necked pigeon, it’s Arm—,” you cut yourself short, hands clamped over your own mouth.

“Oh my god!” Jean all but screams, propelling his body away from you with just enough distance to extend his arm, finger pointing directly at your chest, “You like Armin!”

“Shut up!”

“You have a crush on Armin!”

“Shut up, Jean!”

“You have a big, fat crush on Armin!”

“Shut up! I said shut up, you pasty fucking giraffe looking ass bitch!”

“Oh my—okay, you have to break up with Colt, immediately,” Jean rushes, “I can’t believe this—if you think Armin wouldn’t go out with you, then you really do have the intelligence of a single celled organism.”

“What in the ever loving fuck are you talking about.”

“We’re talking about the same Armin, right? Armin Arlert, about this tall,” Jean raises his hand significantly lower than Armin’s actual height, “Studies astrophysics, follows you around like a lap dog—”

“He does not,” you scoff.

Jean guffaws, “Didn’t he take you on a tour of, like… the NASA museum for your birthday? With the super high-tech planetarium that people die to get into?”  

“Actually, it was their headquarters, but it’s only because he gets special privileges for being an intern.”

“Didn’t he name a star after you?”

“Anyone can name a star after anyone,” you roll your eyes, “It’s really not that hard.”

“People do not fucking go to NASA and ask for stars for just anyone!” Jean screeches, hands flailing wildly.

“Armin does!”

“Yeah, for you!” Jean emphasizes, “Come on, do you think if anybody else called him right now and asked him to get a star in their name, or even just fucking take them to headquarters of the most renowned space organization in the country, that he would actually do it?”

“I mean, maybe, if like… Eren asked.”

Jean opens his mouth to refute, but freezes half way with a head-tilt and pursed lips. “Okay, yeah, maybe—whatever, doesn’t matter. What matters is that you need to tell him.”

“I don’t need to tell him shit.”

“You’re seriously choosing Colt over Armin? Who willingly stays with some greasy prick with the world’s most annoying younger brother, over a handsome, straight-A astrophysics student with a penchant for marine biology, and, like, really clear skin.”

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know Bertholdt was studying astro.”

“I wasn’t talking about Bertholdt.”

“It sounded like you were talking about Bertholdt.”

“I mean, Bertholdt’s got great skin, but it’s no where near as clear as Armin’s. He glows.”

It’s quiet again, as you eye Jean with a raised brow that’s all too familiar. “Are we sure that you’re not the one with the crush on Armin?”

“Shut up, you’re avoiding the point.”

“What’s the point, exactly?”

“That you’re in love with Armin, who is miles better than your current boy toy, so you should ask him out immediately.”

“I have a boyfriend, not a boy toy.”

“Ah ha!” he yells, “You didn’t deny that you’re in love with him—oh my god, you’re in love with Armin!”

He’s standing now, practically bouncing off the the walls at the revelation. You take to smacking him with the nearest pillow. “I’m not in love with him! I just—just really like him, okay!”

“Very convincing.”

“Shut the hell up, you’ve been pining after you know who for seven eons at this point.”

“You bitch,” he growls, “We’re not supposed to bring him up.”

“Well, you keep bringing up Armin!”

“We never established that Armin was on the list of he’s who shall not be named.”

“Well I vote that he should be.”

“Your vote has been vetoed,” he grins, “Look, I’m completely serious when I say that Armin is just as in love with you as you deny you are with him.”

“That sentence hurt my head,” you pout, resuming your signature brooding position.

“It’s okay, your single brain cell has been through a lot in the past fifteen minutes,” he pats your head again, earning him a glare that he simply chuckles at, “All it means is that you love Armin, and I assure you that he’s equally, if not more, in love with you.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. Now, up, up, up,” he tuts, pulling at your biceps until you’re standing, only to immediately start ushering you to the door, “You have a shitty boyfriend to go break up with.”

“What—Jean, come on, I didn’t mean right now!” you exclaim; but he’s stronger than he looks, and continues to propel your body out of the open door.

“No time to waste!” he insists, “Every hour you stay with Colt you lose another brain cell.”

“I thought I only had one to begin with,” you say, sarcasm evident in your tone.

It makes Jean’s grin triple, “Exactly, so go, not another hour to waste!”

“Jean, wait, I—,” you begin, only to be silenced by the silver door shutting in your face. The lock clicks soon after, and it’s only then you realized what he’s done.

“You knobby kneed bitch, this is my apartment!”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #jean smut #eren smut #armin smut #eren x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines

[muffindaddystyles]

I WANT TO CHANGE MATTRESSES FOR YOU.

Somethings doesn’t not change. People doesn’t want to change them, morelike. Harry’s one of those people – he hates to stumble away from his routine, it makes him fussy and grumpy all over.

If he’s not waking up early and going out for a run – getting a nice sweat, his whole day gets ruined --- he likes things in specific order -- brekkie and dinners always with his lovie’, three kisses in the morning minus the infinite pecks, cuddles without socksies, cold showers and lavender oils are must –-- brushing their teeth together and doing their skincare at night together.

Intimacy of little things.

He’s with that with materialistic things too. Most of them holds zillion of memories from him --- others, well for others he despises the ‘getting used to them’ phase and the complains of himself that comes with it —-- so he always feels like it’s better to keep things in good condition and use it for a long time.

Just like this darn mattress they’ve fights over every night and day.

Right now when they’re standing infront of the mattress shop he doesn’t seem very convincing while Y/N looks like she just saw the miracle of the year.

Harry’s lips are downturned into grumpy expression, his brows pinched together out of annoyance and he groans at the top of his lungs when she tugs him inside with a squealish noise.

“See? You really need to get rid of that dumpster mattress.” She turns to face him, grinning when he moaned the instant they jumped atop this spongiest of mattress and he speaks through closed eyes -- as if he’s manifesting, “Don’t call my mattress garbage .....”

Y/N just pouts. He’s really that stubborn. Despite, of how much she whined and complained to him that his mattress causes her a back ache and sprains her neck —-- because the springs poke into her like damn mini dicks – he still refuses to buy a new one.

She squeals happily and almost straddles him when he announces with a dimply loopy grin, “’Kay maybe we're buying it.” She clasps her hands together on top of her chest in awe of her boyfriend and grabs his cheeks to squish them and bring him for a kiss.

Unfortunately her happiness wasn’t meant to be last when the salesman told him about the price and yet again ...... he denied to buy it.

She grunts. Jumping back on her feet and tries to convince him, “Harry c’mon don’t be s' stubborn now -- bub.” The gentleness in her voice on the verge of cracking and exposing him the terrifying wild-cat side of her.

“And mattresses are life time investment -- you know?” Her tone sugary but the involuntary tap of her foot makes Harry arch a brow sceptically at her, she’s boiling from inside, ready to blast her lid away, “I’m not spending shit loads of money on some springs and goose gunk!” He whines throwing his arms in air and she couldn’t believe if that’s her Harry or some miser in his replacement.

“Feathers.” She corrects him and he mutters a ‘whatever’ under his breath so she inhales a huge nourishing puff of oxygen to think rationally and make him understand.

The intimacy of sleep.

Y/N loves the intimacy of sleep -- their bodies just sinking into the mattress and pillows, getting swallowed by cool sheets and warm blankets -- sharing a cuppa tea or biscuits before going to bed —-- snuggling like kittens or puppies into eachother -- low murmurs of breath and feathery I love yous. Waking up in the morning and having their skins kiss eachother, pray in eachother’s presence and love on eachother to make their every day special —-- cuddling till any of them really had to pee bad and eating breakfast in the bed. Getting it stained and one of them assures the other to not to worry about it and after when they couldn’t get rid of it – walking together to laundry.

Just the innocent intimacy of sharing a bed —-- it brings them together – makes them feel eachother —-- like they’re soaked into eachother.

Harry’s not being able to catch the point.

“Harry just imagine one day I wouldn’t wake up all tired and —--,” She’s now proper frowning and he cuts her off, “That’s from my cock Sweetheart.” She shakes her head and fists her hands by her sides to hold her back from wiping that damn smirk off his gorgeous face.

So, she continues, “And I wouldn’t even have to sneak from your arms every night and sleep on the couch, then come back in the morning –- you know how much I love cuddles ........” Harry’s jaw meets the floor at her newest revelation and she stops her rant mid-way when he gasps loudly and dramatically, She slaps her forehead because shit – this was a secret between her and their cat who used to give her judgemental stares every night.

“You what?” He squints his peepers narrow at her – hands on his hips and she shrugs mousey-ly, “It’s your fault ... I mean you’re the one who’s not buying a new mattress and not even letting me buy it.” Their argument heating up a tad and y/n just wants to push him on one these beds right now and knock some senses into him.

She gives him a horrified expression when he grumps curtly and forwards his palm, making a come heather motion, “Give me my cuddles back.” She huffs folding her arms infront of her chest and glares him --– craning her neck up to look at him —- for how fucking tall he’s from her and copies him.

“Then give me my kisses back –- including the one I just gave you right now, for no reason.” She tugs his cardigan angrily. His pupils blow away comically.

They both know that they’re behaving childish and it would take them an infinite amount of time to get what they’re asking for.

“Seriously?” He groans howlishly and she nods, quipping nonchalantly, “Yes seriously.”

Harry’s just finding excuses to not to buy a new mattress. He has money. He even likes it. It’s real comfy. He just is accustomed to getting his spine poked with springs.

“It’s useless to argue with you, ‘m going – follow me or I’ll kick your ass.” She warns him. Jabbing a finger at his chest and he squeaks rubbing the stinging spot and kisses his teeth, “Fine!”

She glances him from her shoulder and shouts an equally frustrated, “Fine!” barging through sliding doors and Harry tugs at his roots and kicks the foot of bed.

Though, when she’s towing her feet in the space of her threshold and letting her shoes fly to different spots messily, -- bolting up the stairs grumpily and crashes into the bed —-- she yawps squeakily and then nuzzles herself more into the mattress —-- because fuck she might be hallucinating about it ‐-- she’s that exhausted but when Harry comes leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile and thudding heart upon the bean sized sight of his baby –-- he’s carnating into heaven.

“Oh my god –-... what ...--- how? What the hell, Harry!!” She giggles jumping on their new mattress and ushers him closer, they hold hands tightly galloping on it as high as possible – Harry’s head hitting the ceiling each time -- they do a lil dance letting the bed creak and make funny noises.

Their laughter echoing against their walls and she slinks her elbows around the nook of his neck, pushes him down and makes them fall with a bounce.

He tickles his button nose up her cheek and murmurs against her skin pecking it, “Just when y’left – made me realise an empty bed would be worse than some goose-y one.” Her breath comes shuddery at that and her lips quivers up into a wet smile -- heart quops when he sighs lovingly pushing her closer to him.

“I love you lovie' more than any mattress —,” He nibbles at the fleshy inside of his cheek and leaves it to smudge his lips against hers, “—- I want to change mattresses fo’ you if it means -- we could do it till we're grey and wrinkly.” His calloused hand comes caring up her throat and moulds into her warm cheek – staring into her glinting eyes deeply ... with utmost affection and love, and devotion as if she hung the moons of Jupiter and Saturn.

His lips wets the corners of her petal like lips first then .. tastes her cupid bow before completely surrendering himself to her and kisses her passionately sipping her sweet noises of his name and her confessions of love for him; down his belly making him feel warm and bubbly.

They separate with a smooching noise and she grins against his chin, “You really talk some sexy shit, don’t you?” He pouts then breaks into a bunny grin –-- grunting when she shoves his shoulders down and straddles up his chest –- cradles his face and dots kisses down his temple to his sweet spot, takes his earlobe in her mouth and twirls it with her tongue.

“We deserve some good fucking, let’s inaugurate our new mattress.” He moans at that, “Fuck yes.” and paws at her hips hungrily but she smacks it away with a glower.

“This’s for being a bad boy at the store.”

Harry just knows. He’s about to get tortured to no orgasm or getting railed till he’s a crying mess, none in between.

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[leahblackk]

✨ hey hey hey ✨

spencer being in a long term committed relationship knowing well that his partner loves him and he loves her but he still gets flustered or blushes when she calls him sweet names or compliments him. what names do you think he’d particularly like to be called. when i write i tend to use ‘sweet boy’ or ‘honey’ or ‘love’ I also like ‘goose’ but i don’t want to sound cringey lol! which names do you think he’d use? i think he’d like the classic, almost vintage names like my darling or sweetheart. sweetheart is almost condescending but not from Spencer

can’t wait to see what you think of :)

Send me an idea and I will talk about it.

Hi love! I’m glad you ask me this. It’s so exciting. Your nicknames are totally beautiful, and they are very Spencer.

Spencer Reid and nicknames.

Spencer is used to nicknames, we all know he has a few by his coworkers. Like boy wonder, boy genius, and the iconic pretty boy. But he knows they call him by that because they like to tease him, but he doesn’t think they actually mean it or they are saying it because it’s not an actual cute, loving name for him, so in theory, he is not entirely used to loving nicknames. Real loving nicknames.

When he first got into the relationship he call her by her name and sometimes the diminutive of her name, and i feel like his significant other will respect that and call him Spencer or Spence just until he feels comfortable with trying different things. But then one day he hears her call someone (a friend) “love,” “darling,” and he got excited for some reason. He wants to be her love. Her pretty boy. Her darling.

Best nicknames for Spencer Reid

Darling

Love

Sweet boy

Lover

Lover boy

My boy

Angel

My boy

But he would love those nicknames starting with “my.” My sweet boy, my lover, my darling, my boy, my lover boy.

Why? Because he loves to feel he belongs somewhere. He loves to know he has someone, he is someone’s.

So it doesn’t really matter which nickname you decide to call him, but always claim him as “yours.”

But, nicknames are in private. He doesn’t like to call his significant other by nicknames in front of everyone because he feels like that is something only you both should know, your little secret. He doesn’t want anyone to know which nickname he uses with you so no one else can use it, because believe me he would create a new nickname just for you. And he doesn’t want anyone to know the way you call him. Mostly if you two work in the BAU, you have to be professional. But he doesn't like to be called just “Spencer,” because it feels like you are mad at him, so you call him “Spence.”

Spencer is very possessive over all the little things he calls his own. His friends, his job, his mind, his family, and of course, his girl. So he would be very possessive over the nicknames you call him. He wants to be the only one. So if you by accident call someone else by his nickname he would get all grumpy and probably wouldn’t want you to call him by that anymore, and if it’s his favourite he would wait a little bit until he forgets the sensation of you calling someone else like that.

If, he’s doubting about himself or feeling jealous, he loves to be called “my boy.” Just to remind him that you love him, and he’s your boy.

Now, which nicknames Spencer would use with you? He also likes to remind you you are his one and only. He would love to call you by nicknames that are special and not just because they sound beautiful, maybe something that reminds you both of a situation or something.

Spencer Reid’s favourite nicknames.

Sweet girl

Pretty girl

Sweetheart

Love

My girl

Bunny

Angel

Princess

I have to admit that I hate the princess one because it sounds so cringy. But, Spence Reid calling someone his princess is the sweetest thing. He would love to praise you, to let you know you are the most important person on his life and no one will ever change that.

He would call you my princess or my queen when he’s trying to reassure you and let you know how beautiful you are, how incredible you are. But he wouldn’t use it often though, just on a special occasion.

If you are looking at yourself in the mirror and doubting he would go and hug you from behind. He would start kissing your shoulder and saying, “my pretty, pretty girl. My princess, my queen. My angel.”

He would use pretty girl because he wants to match yours with his, love, darling and angel are his favourites and low key he loves to call you bunny. But, he also wants you to remind you you are his in a not possessive/toxic way. Just to let you know you are his and he’s yours, always. So he would use “my,” at the beginning as well.

My girl, well let’s say he likes to be possessive too. If he’s jealous he wouldn’t kiss you in front of everyone like a dog marking his territory. He would whisper, “my girl.” In your ear and watch your reaction.

If someone else calls you by a certain nickname he would stop calling you by that until he feels comfortable to do so again.

When the relationship first started he would definitely go for “love,” because now both are together, you are his love and he would do anything for his love.

Even though he’s already used to you being loving with him, he would blush every time. He just can’t believe he’s finally someone’s something, and that’s why he takes too seriously the nicknames.

He finally belongs with someone. To someone.

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #doctor reid #spencer reid blurb

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TW: yandre, toxic relationships, abuse (emotional, some physical stuff but they don’t outright hit you), coercion, mentions of blood, spanking, twins are kinky

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❝ 𝒢𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 ❞

let’s start with the type of yandere he is

i think he is an unholy combination of obsessive, protective, and delusional 

lets unpack this shall we

he, just like his brother would be the type to obsess and obsess about their darling day in and day out

making jokes about what classes they could be in (for the explicit purpose of finding out from their peers which one they actually are in)

picking at his finger nails as he mauls over what you could be doing at that exact moment, who you could be talking to

he goes to the bathroom at least once in every class just so he could walk past your class and catch even just a glimpse of you

scrawls your name on every paper he can, whispers your name to himself when he...has his privacy 

if he is in a relationship with his darling or not, he is over protective 

we all know what he did to draco for calling his mother a name, just imagine what he’s willing to do for someone he’s in love with

one time he over heard a group of boys detailing what they want to do to your body 

and he lost it

he felt his fingers curl, and his face twitch, before he turned around and knocked a kids head into another kid

at the sight of their blood, he felt a rush of encouragement 

as if the blood was some form of physical proof to his devotion to you

needless to say he beat them to a bloody pulp before finally coming out of his angered state

a very concerned fred behind him

fred knows his twin though, he knows he can get a little, rowdy sometimes 

he’s seen him do this before, and fred wasn’t exactly a saint himself 

he’s also a bonfide stalker

mascaraing his dark intentions by vehemently swearing that he’s only lurking in the dark hallways near your dorm to plant some of his pranks for everyone to enjoy in the morning 

fred eating up every lie his twin said 

because he says it with so much enthusiasm he just can’t help but go along

if you two are dating this is only made worse

for both you and he offender

he follows you everywhere

a firm hand on your hip making you think he was gonna crack your hip bone in those slender fingers of his

every single person who talks to gets some weird kind of vague threat about waking up with spiders crawling out of their eyes

or about how well he can truly swing his beater bat

slowly but surely the only people that talk to you become the teachers

every student (besides the weasley family) far too scared to even look in your direction

it was isolating 

so much so that you needed to end it

and that goes horrible 

him telling you that you can’t leave him

and that he can’t live without you

you’re his everything!

but you’re not having it, and you tell him to stay away

all is well

for a few days

you don’t see george hanging around anymore

some students have started talking to you again

you can finally breathe 

you feel so confident that you resign to throw yourself into your work alone in the library 

its a quiet night, not a single kid is in sight 

probably all partying in some house dorm on campus 

you’re just so wrapped up in your little studying that you don’t even feel georgies presence behind you

“did you miss me love?” is the last thing you hear as goose bumps cover your flesh and black clouds your vision

when you do happen to come to, you’re in some small white room bound and gagged

finding yourself staring at your ex boyfriend who currently wrapped himself around you like an anaconda 

you make a shrill scream through your gag prompting he sleeping giant to awake from his slumber 

this is when his delusional side truly sets in

when you cry to him and beg to home he chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair, telling you that you are home silly!

reciting all the “conversations” you two had about running away together 

about how sick of school you are 

how you can’t wait to finish school and two months, you need to get out now

of course you tried to convince him otherwise 

but he wouldn’t listen 

only saying how much he loves you and how much you two were meant to be together 

one can only stay in his fictional world for so long 

and with your insistent telling him you hate him, crying, begging, and hitting...well it could make a man snap

he never puts his hands on you

opting to throw things at you for crying when he enters the room

screaming at the top of his lungs terrible terrible things he wants to do to you, plans to do to you 

then he starts crying because he’s never been good enough for anyone

how hes unlovable, always the second choice 

before he starts screaming insults at you for crying in terror at his mood swings

saying that if you would just love him back you could of stopped all of this

eventually he collapses in your arms, whispering sweet nothings as tears leak out of his eyes as his fit had finally wore him out

if you want to avoid his punishments, you best figure out how to make him feel loved

his punishments are on the less extreme side, at least compared to his brother 

he’ll tie you completely down, to the point where you can’t move any joints at all

this serves as a means for him to feed you 

almost like a lover

allows him to cuddle you without you biting him again

sometimes he spanks you till you can’t sit down anymore

getting a rather sick pleasure out of seeing your plump ass black and blue

isolation, so bad that he won’t see you face to face or feed you for days, and on one occasion, a week long 

you began to give in to him rather quickly 

giving him sexual favors in turn for food

cuddling with his so he’ll let you walk around outside in the sunlight

calling him daddy like he asked so you could see pictures of your old friends and family

all in all having george as your yandere could be an amazing time, with him making you home made meals

singing you to sleep

him praising you for every correct action

so long as it’s the correct, action after all

❝𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂❞

his type is protective and obsessive 

it starts out small

maybe him just glaring at kids who talk about you

telling them to keep your name out of their mouth or he might just wash it out with soap

all said with a smile on his face of course

so no one really takes him seriously 

that is until he starts putting a curse on students who said your name that etched some vile things into their skin 

they kept quiet of course 

not wanting whatever else the sick red head had up his sleeve to be perpetuated on them

so when he made it increasingly obvious that he had a liking to you

you were nothing less than thrilled 

he was on the Gryffindoor quidditch team after all 

and quiet handsome to boot 

and at first everything is grand

he writes you love letters

sings to you

lets you wear his jersey

has you hang on his arm everywhere you go 

and honestly, he starts out as perfect gentleman

but that is until the cracks beigin to appear 

and you start to see his cute protective side turn into his obsessive and selfish side 

it started off with him not wanting you to talk to other guys

which was a dramatic request, but still in the realm of reality 

then it went from just boys to everyone

he said that everyone in all your classes talked trash about you

saying that it was best to just shut out those fake people

to rely on him and his family

they were real, wholesome people afterall

then when you’re isolation wasn’t enough for him he would get angry at you for looking too long at anyone really

you would receive long lectures about how you don’t truly love him because you have your eyes on other people  

you would swear up and down that you do love him

only for him to respond to prove it

if that wasn’t enough, he had to be with you at all times, he would wait outside your class room with his brother and his darling escorting you to your next class

he would stay with you up until the very last moment he could

sometimes he would force you to sneak into his dorm, or let you into yours

if you’re a trooper and can take all of this pressure with a smile, then you get to keep your life at hogwarts under his oppressive thumb

but if you decide it’s too much...

well just like his brother, you end up in a cold white room

although unlike his brother, he has a grip on reality and knows just what he’s doing

he’s heard of Stockholm syndrome before...and you already loved him before 

how hard could making you fall in love again be?

he’s still a perfect gentlemen, but this time when you don’t do what he wants 

he doesn’t hold back

he does try his hardest not to lay his hands on you

his mother taught him better after all 

but sometimes he finds himself grabbing at the strands of hair in your scalp and yanking them at a force no person should have to feel

or other unfortunate occasions he would slam you full force into a wall when you got a little mouthy and told him those lies about how you don’t love him

how no one kidnaps the ones they love 

he would always apologize and kiss you all over, detailing about how sorry he is

how if you would just be a good girl he could treat you how he prefers to

aside from that another form of his punishments is making you get through one of his traps he set up, he calls it the whipping machine

if you can get past all the lashings that cause welts and sometimes blood to from your skin

then you get to eat for the night

and if you don’t well then you get to sit there all night and the next morning without food and until you can complete his tasks 

if he’s in a more cheerful mood when you misbehave he gives you one of his new inventions to try out 

you shutter to think about what happened to your skin the last time he gave you one

he doesn’t force himself onto you

but he lets you know that if you give him what he wants then he’ll give you a new privileged

your latest privilege was getting a book to read while he went off to go work on the shop

fred much like his brother, isn’t all that bad

if you can stand the whipping tree

and his outburts

↷𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖↶ (mostly sex- choking, slapping, not vanilla)

having both the twins as yandere’s is by far the worse outcome

god do they feed on each other

usually, they compliment each other in the best ways 

but yandere twins,,,not so much

fred feeding into george’s insecurity 

george feeding into fred’s whole they belong to us mentality 

and between the two of them, there’s nowhere in the school you could escape from them

somehow someway they always find you

pestering you until you oblige them

with them having someone else to feed into their obsessions they both detonate at a faster rate than individually 

it would be george would decided that they needed to kidnap you

and fred was the one that planned it all out

the room they kept you in as a collective was much better than it would be if it was one on one

far more things to do

far better blankets 

more time time outside what with the two of them being there to stop you

the doors were all enchanted to spray some weird liquid at you that would make you drop down as the alarm was set off 

they would come running and laughing

going back and forth about how silly you are to think you can get away from them

they would pick you up and tell you that it was time for your punishment now

which almost always tended to be sexual

which you endured if only for the sake of your future 

this included over-stimulation 

spankings

choking 

slapping you around

and your eventual begging for forgiveness 

the twins are rather kinky in bed

the more obvious ones being double penetration

they liked to be refereed to as daddy or sir

nipple clamps

bondage

hair pulling

flogging

sensory deprivation

they want to do it all to you

they just can’t help it with how beautiful you are

and he worst part is, you like it

you like being treated like an object in bed

you knew it

the twins knew it

its rather hard to fake disdain for them when they make you cum over and over again during sex

maybe that’s what helped you to slowly begin to break 

slowly start to believe yourself when you said you loved them

after all, when you just love them and do what they say...it isn’t all that bad

#harry potter #fred weasley #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #yandere fred weasley #fred weasely x reader #yandere george weasley x reader #yandere george weasley #yandere harry potter #yandere hogwarts #yandere harry potter x reader #harry potter scenarios #harry potter imagine #hp x reader #yandere hp #fred weasley x you #george weasley x you #weasley twins #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins x you #yandere tw #abuse tw #weasley twins fanfic #weasley twins fanficion #yandere drabble #yandere #yandere scenario #yandere imagines #weasley twins imagine #weasley twins imaines

[socheckitout-mikey]

Can I request a Johnny x soc reader where they hide their relationship and suddenly realize they really dont want to so now they have to adjust

heya birdie! i only really write hc’s so that’s the format they’re in. also, i kinda focused it more heavily on the reader meeting the gang, bc johnny would be pretty set on her meeting them since they’re pretty much his family. i hope you enjoy what i came up with! - mae

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Johnny Dating a Soc Reader and Hiding their Relationship Hc’s:

° None of the gang seemed to pick up on the fact that Johnnycake is dating you, and honestly, Johnny is pretty happy about that. Boii get’s teased enough as it is whenever he does open his mouth, he doesn’t need to be flooded with an onslaught of attention in regards to you.

° It’s just not Johnny’s style to be propped on top of a roof of a building, yowling about how he’s together with you. That’s more of Two-bit’s style. It’s not born out of embarrassment of dating you, someone who’s in a different social class altogether, it’s more over the fact that attention tends to overwhelm Johnny since he’s a raging introvert.

° In fact, Johnny is incredibly ecstatic to have you as his s/o despite the ample amount of insecurities he has about himself and his social status. He considers himself a lucky guy to have bagged someone as amazing and understanding as you. You balance a lot of his anxieties and insecurities out with patience and reassurance: Two things that we all know Johnny desperately lacks outside of the gang.

° Johnny tends to get effortlessly embarrassed whenever the spotlight is scorching on his form. So when you had told him you wanted to keep your relationship a secret, a part of him was incredibly relieved, but not before his mind started racing madly over the negative avenues for your reasoning.

° That other part of him felt ashamed of himself, especially because he primarily thought you were doing this out of the fact you were embarrassed of what others would think of you if they discovered the pair of you were dating.

° Yet you swiftly shutdown those ridiculous avenues of thought, ensuring him that you cared for him deeply and that societies prim and proper nose wouldn’t make you change who you loved, - even if it was upturned -. Similarly to Johnnycake, you relinquished from attention, the sheer thought of all these eyes being on you both made your skin crawl grotesquely.

° And thus began the comfortable pinnacle of your relationship with Johnny Cade. There was never much pressure, the pair of you free in the lack of obligation of speaking about your relationship to anyone else. It was beautiful while it lasted.

° You see, the gang weren’t blind. Soon they began to notice a spring in Johnny’s step, how he spoke a little more, how he disappeared frequently. The amount of times he’d led the gang on wild goose chases across town to lose them somewhere along the way to yours drove him insane!

° Teasing became an ample part of his life, the gang eventually guessing that he was dating someone. And although his crimson cheeks probably gave him away, his mouth never did. But Dally was hot onto the younger boy with a knowing smirk because Johnny may’ve slipped it loose once or twice whilst the guy was drunk: Sometimes, miraculously, Dally remembered his drunk endeavors.

° And your friends... fickle they were! Figured it out two weeks into your relationship with Johnny. Though fortunately for you they were trustworthy folk, they never pushed the topic, ready for whenever you were ready to tell them on your own terms.

° It was incredibly comical when you and Johnny met one night, both wild eyed and slightly breathless. The pair of you were sat in your car, the soft drawl of the radio humming whimsically in the background as Johnny sucked the life out of his tenth cancer stick of the night.

° “We gotta talk-” the paid of you mumbled out desperately in unison, the anxiety shivering in your tones made the pair of you spooked. Now that you look back on it, you laugh.

° “You first-” a unison it was once more and Johnny couldn’t help but crack a wry toothy grin before throwing his cigarette butt out the window.

° “Okay, you shoot first, Y/N.” Johnny stated in a shaky tone, his stammering long gone. You were one of the only people he felt real comfortable talking with.

° “I-I think we should tell our friends, because my friends are figurin’ it out.”

° And that night the pair of you stayed up till the early hours devising a plan on how best to break this to your friends.

° Johnny decided he’d need to pull up his bootstraps and meet your pals first, considering they were the nicest of the bunch. After all, the gang were notorious for being nasty to people they didn’t know, though laid off once they did get to know people. It was precautionary.

° And him meeting your friends went spectacularly! They loved Johnny so much and had nothing but great things to say about him. It was a bit of an ego boost for the kid, albeit incredibly overwhelming. He was still grinning in the vacant lot that night when Dally sat with the kid, fully sober for once.

° “Dal,” Johnny had hummed through the night air, shaking softly as nerves wracked his guts, “I gotta come clean about somethin’.” Did he have to say it so corny?

° “Shoot, Johnny-kid, what’s up?” Dally stated, seriousness taking him by the reins.

° And out it all came...

° Dally was ecstatic to say the least, taunting came out in boisterous fits and soon enough he’d wrestled Johnny into the Curtis house, gloating about how Johnny had snatched himself someone fancy.

° No one believed him initially, but then Johnny told them your name and when I tell you Soda’s jaw slammed onto the floor, it really did. They were so happy for him! And with happiness came the wild teasing of six boisterous boys, all eager to meet the person who’d won Johnny’s attention.

° Johnny was on edge about you meeting the gang, considering that you’d seen some of their antics in person from afar. He assured you that after awhile, they’d lay off; but for now, you’d be like that new attraction at the zoo. You hated that analogy but it made you laugh.

° You’d pretty much prepared yourself for the absolute worst, and although you were scared stiff, you sure didn’t show it. It made Johnny admire you more because you took everything the boys gave you in stride: I mean, it wasn’t like you weren’t a stranger to how teenage boys acted, after all, you did go to school with a whole bunch of em’.

° Darry was the most intimidating besides Dallas, due to his stature and height, but also because of that notorious icy look in his eye. He’d firmly shook your hand, muttering a brief “Hi, I’m Darry,” before slinking back into the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. Darry was a tough nut to crack, something Johnny had told you not to take personally: In fact, Darry really liked you from the moment you walked through the door because you were precisely what Johnny needed in a partner. You were also a good kid, something he hoped eventually would rub off on the other boys, but he wasn’t exactly expecting miracles.

° Sodapop was wild eyed and dreamy as ever, albeit just as dirty as the other boys. He flirted with you every chance he could get, eliciting Johnny to wise off to him; something that made the gang both gawk and simper like wolves.

° “What? You’ve never heard him speak before?” You’d quipped back wittily. You were also weary on how witty you were, seeing as you were typically seen as someone out of their leagues, you didn’t wanna come off as preppy, like you looked down on them. The truth was, you didn’t look down on them. After all, they were important people to Johnny, so they deserved as much respect as anyone else.

° Steve was cocky and smart mouthed, something you had witnessed all too often at school: In fact, you were pretty sure you’d been on the receiving end of his callous words more than once. You took everything he said with a grain of salt. He was also a little intense to begin with, joining in on Soda, Two and Dally flirting with you, but only in the sense to get you to be severely embarrassed.

° And Johnny was almost defensive of you, swatting away the gang and wising off to them to cut it out and leave you alone. He should’ve known better than to rise to their bait, because after all, that’s what they were really looking for; to get him going all red in the face.

° “You guys are nasty! I swear, ain’t nobody was this bad when Evie came round...”

° The minute you’d walked through the front door, Two-bit was hot on your heels, with Dally in tow, attempting to make you laugh up a storm. Well, he did, because it’s Two-bit after all: Who couldn’t that guy make laugh? His flirting would’ve been smooth if not for him having hiccupped halfway through his sentence.

° “Hey, sweet cheeks, why don’t you ditch Johnny for a real good lookin’ man like me, huh sugar?”

° “If the mirrors the one who told you that, then it’s lying.” You quipped back skillfully, more than comfortable taking on someone as wise-cracking as Two. The insult seemed to break the ice somewhat because Two didn’t take anything personally. In fact, all the boys thought it was pretty funny.

° Dally was the one that genuinely terrified you. The lines between a hood and a greaser weren’t present in him after all: Dallas Winston was as bad as they got, like Tim Shepard, and if it weren’t for him being Johnny’s buddy, you’d have avoided him at all costs. You weren’t sold short on his little show at the beginning, flirting with you, pulling on your hair like you were his kid sister or something... Dally found every way to irritate the hell out of you.

° “C’mon now, Dal! Cut that shit out!” Johnny snapped particularly at one point, but he meant business: Johnny never really wised off to anyone, so it took some guts for him to go out for Dally like that. Dally just grinned at him silly before ruffling the kids hair. “Alright, alright! Who knew you dug this one so much, eh?”

° Ponyboy, although quiet, was probably your most favorite of the gang. You really weren’t a stranger to him at school, often having some classes together with him. So it was somewhat refreshing to see someone you knew a little well in class. Every so often you’d catch the kid looking at you apologetically from the dining room whenever Steve or Two would say something that would’ve made anyone else run for the hills.

° “You know, if you keep goin’ like that, Johnny-cakes’ heads gonna burst into flames.”

° Whenever the boys got too rambunctious, Darry would pipe up from the doorway, reminding the boys that they needed to tone it down. After all, they’d promised Johnny they’d be on their best behavior, which in fact, that whole promise had been thrown out the window long ago. You’d just accepted it at this point.

° Eventually nighttime curled over Tulsa Oklahoma, and it was time for you to head on home. As soon as you and Johnny got down to the lot, he was intent on apologizing for their awful behavior, absolutely certain that you wouldn’t wanna be with a bum like him that hung out with trash like that.

° “What’re you apologizin’ for? I like em’. I mean, they’re awful, but...” You grinned at your boyfriend, linking fingers with him.

° “Did Two sneak you some booze?!” Johnny was animated, his voice cracking as it reached an octave that it hadn’t before.

° It did take awhile for the gang to accept you as Johnny’s girlfriend, but that didn’t matter to you as the cat was out of the bag: Outing your relationship to both of your friend groups was probably the best avenue to have gone down, since it was never in either of your guys’s nature to have just shown up to school one day holding hands and all that mushy galore!

° Everyone at school made a huge deal out of you guys dating for about a week until the next ‘crazy’ rumor swept their attention. Although you were still subject to some odd looks and some remarks, the pair of you just ignored them.

° The most the pair of you would do in public was hold hands or Johnny’s arm was around your shoulders. Subtle things. He got a whole ear full from the gang about how whipped he was. Johnny just didn’t dig the whole possessive thing that Dally was into. He didn’t need the whole world watching him make out with you!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Hannibal AUs

Because I’m a silly little goose, I came up with a collection of AUs/Fusions/Random ideas. Feel free to use them and tag me with your creations! I’d love to see it! And I’ll have a tagging system set up so you can see which AUs have content I’ve made.

• Hannibal/Succession

- I think this is more a crack AU?

- Imagine Will and Hannibal having office jobs

- Or Tomgreg and Hannigram interacting, which is fucking stupid either way and also gold

- Hannibal and Greg doing therapy would be hilarious because Hannibal would be so confused with each increasing bumble that he wouldn’t be able to kill Greg

- Tom (one-sided) and Greg (confused) waxing poetic to each other and Hannibal going “that’s us”

• Hannibal/Good Omens

- Hannibal is a demon, Will is an angel

- What could go wrong? Everything. They’re in love though

- Hannibal eats people and Will is like. Do all demons eat people? And Hannibal is like no <3 just me :)

• Hannibal/Sherlock

- I know, I know, DMH; I should probably get back to that

- Johnlock and Hannigram interacting would make for interesting parallels, especially with John taking to Hannibal and Will, strangely, taking to Sherlock

- “So, does yours have any things that irritate you?” “Oh, well, you know John. Always being a stickler, insisting everything’s clean.” “Same here, and I have dogs. Mine likes to eat people from time to time.” “I’m sorry, what?”

• Vampire Hannibal

- Two ways this could go:

- Hannibal is the vampire, Will is the familiar: Easy, kinda obvious, more serious and able to explore deeper emotions, also sexy vampire cannibal

- Will is the vampire, Hannibal is the familiar: Funny, kinda wacky, Hannibal is so Done™️ all the time, Will is tired constantly and really prefers coffee to blood, Hannibal takes it seriously and everyone else is just like. Wow. Freaks

• Greek Myth Hannibal

- Variety of ways this could work

- Hades and Persephone, which is cool and has nice pomegranate imagery

- Dionysus and a Maenad, which is also sweet cause Hannibal is similar to Dionysus

- WINE

• Cryptid/Eldritch Horror Hannibal

- Okay I really like creepy stag/fucked up Will

- Stag Man! My dude! :3

- Hannibal being an eldritch horror is somehow so fitting yet so terrifying, like hey! Be Not Afraid 👀 and Will is like. I’m hallucinating I need coffee

- But Human!Hannibal and Horror!Will is snazzy

- “I’m not a monsterfucker but who knows?” -Will Graham

• Normal Hannibal

- They’re just guys. Like Hannibal doesn’t eat people, he’s just European

- Will has dogs, he’s still a freak.

- They’re in love <3

• Zombie Hannibal

- Has the potential to be either angst or absolutely fucking hilarious

- Sad: One or both of them dies horribly :( not ideal, a bit ironic

- Happier: Hannibal lives with Zombie!Will like. Yep. We both eat people lol [dying inside]

- Happy: Still Hannibal and Zombie!Will except Will is still kinda human because the infection was partially stopped, so he reluctantly eats people but it’s set up for laughs

• Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal

- Literally just an excuse to have my bestie Clarice (I love her)

- Also married Hannigram cause they’re so in love behind bars it makes them look stupid

- Will is also from New Orleans because I said so and he drawls ‘darlin’ to Clarice to tease her. Feral

- Jack is 100% done and slightly homophobic now because of their bullshit. He’s allowed to be

• Killing Eve/Hannibal

- The comedic potential of having Villaneve and Hannigram interact is too good to ignore

- All of them comparing scars, swapping deranged stories

- Eve and Will discuss how to keep hold of a homicidal maniac

- Or if it’s not a fusion, have MI6!Will and Assassin!Hannibal go at it

• Role Swap Hannibal

- I know I know

- But glasses-wearing, sweater-owning, FBI profiler Hannibal and suave, twitchy psychotherapist Will is fantastic

- If done right Will has the potential to be so damn creepy, also his S3 glow up was *chef’s kiss*

• Bond Hannibal

- Yes this is because of Casino Royale shut up

- I could have Hannibal play the part of Le Chiffre but that’s kinda on the nose

- Will would be Bond because of course, but Hannibal would make an awesome ‘femme fatale’ so to speak

- Still think that the 007 thing works better with Hannibal as the femme fatale (girlboss) AND villain. Like Vesper. But not

• Artist Hannibal

- I love the idea of either Will or Hannibal being artists

- Hannibal already, like, duh, but Will could make such tortured, creepy things

- “Draw me like one of your French stags”

• Femswap Hannibal

- I know this is basically just Killing Eve but Wilhemina and Hypatia hold a special place in my heart 🥺

- They may also be trans as a treat

• Moulin Rouge/Hannibal

- I know I’m setting myself up for failure but Will being the ‘sparkling diamond’ that everyone is so desperate to use can be so personal

- Hannibal just a writer, and then that tragic ending…goddamn

- “The French are glad to die…for love.”

• The Shining/Hannibal

- Light. Of. My. Life.

- I think it would be badonkabonkers nutty if Will was the one who snapped

- Hannibal is like, wow, and I thought *I* was psycho

- Also Abigail is there instead of Danny :) she has the Shine because of her dad

• Revolutionary War/Hannibal

- It’s just an excuse for the outfits, and also for me to show off my obscene knowledge of obscure revolutionary war facts

- Also…Johann, my best friend, your death will not be in vain…Will will be stroked like you did that blow-up alien doll…

• Dorian Gray/Hannibal

- Hannibal, a tortured artist, and Will, his beautiful muse

- The corruption arc! Ah, covering canvas with blood and grinding bone into fine white powder to make new paint

- Will never ageing would be horrific and also like…damn, he would kill Hannibal, right?

• Dark Hannibal

- Like, it already is dark, but I mean like, Will is already a killer when the timeline starts

- Hannibal and Will are like was that my kill? Or was that yours? And Jack is just fucking clueless

- They’re either together or they’re not, which is like that Spider-Man meme personified

• Priest Hannibal

- This could SWING BOTH WAYS

- Demon!Hannibal tempting Priest!Will, kinda along the lines of the show except not

- Or! Priest!Hannibal (still a cannibal because religion) and Demon!Will

- OR! Or this could be my little Fleabag fantasy and we can just pop Atheist!Will with Priest!Hannibal and make it a thing…

- OR! OR AGAIN! Atheist!Hannibal (a serial killer) and Priest!Will (some guy) and HANNIBAL TURNS HIM FROM GOD HAHAHA

• Alice in Wonderland/Hannibal

- We’re all mad here and it’s begun to be rather loopy, I’m afraid!

- Tea for supper and you’ll be eating your heart out by midday, and don’t forget to bring a guest for a snack :]

- Mad Hatter!Hannibal and Alice!Will

- Will’s actually in an asylum and Hannibal is his doctor (making him worse ofc)

- tHe TeAcUp sHaTTeRs

- Alana is the Queen of Hearts, anyone?

• Married Hannibal

- Everything is the same except Will and Hannibal are married from the start

- No I’m serious. Nothing changes except both of them are married and literally nobody knows about it because they assume they’re both straight

- “Oh Dr. Lecter? Yeah, he’s married. Some brunette or something, I’m sure she’s just as elegant as him, the lucky bastard.”

- *enter: Will, scruffy and tired*

- “What are you two talking about?”

- “Oh, nothing. Just some guy’s wife.”

• 1920s Noir Hannibal

- Will has wavy hair and it’s actually sorta neat :P and manages to get himself invited to a Lecter party

- Hannibal is a millionaire sort of á la Jay Gatsby

- The women are flappers because it means literally everything to me

- There’s still murder but instead Will is a private detective

• T4T Hannibal

- Again, everything is the same but they’re both FTM trans because I said so <3

- Hannibal did Will’s top surgery (it’s not like Will wanted it smh)

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