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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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Hear me out- fluffy comfort sex with scara bc y/n's severe daddy issues are acting up and it gets rougher... idk ive just been fantasizing about this 🤭

"For me~"

Tw: daddy issues, Signals of depression.

Scaramouche x GN reader PUREE comfort! :)

1.3K Words

scara masterlistt wanderer comfort

Fluff+smut

MINORS DNI---

Please make sure your taking care of yourself! I might not know you but your a beautiful person inside out who deserves the best and an amazing life no matter your age. Either young or old, things will get better. Have faith in yourself ❤️ I hope scara helps you feel better here💜

Art credit!

Even though scaramouche has a interesting personality. I feel like he truly can relate to MANY people regarding their problems and that's why he's one of my, if not favorite genshin character.

He's on break from his most recent mission in inazuma and treats you out and catch up as another date. He brings you a couple of gifts and some dango he kept cold just for you. "I thought you weren't a fan of dango scara?" "I'm not but.. figured I might as well bring something sweet for you besides myself" you giggled but that soon turned into a sad expression while you played with the box of dango he handed to you. "What's wrong y/n?"

Unfortunately, hearing about what's going on with your father was the last thing he wished to hear. Your his everything and you getting treated or viewed as nothing is something that makes his skin boil.

"tsk, how about I teach that old man a lesson? Humans are all the same. Taking it out on others because they can't handle the fucking truth or their own shit life. Where is he?" Scaramouche stood up from the table and looked at his surroundings.

"S-scara baby please it's fine its fine.." he sits back down. "Being with you already makes my day a blessing." You cup his cheek and he sinks into your warm touch. Looking at your beautiful eyes. He sighs, "you don't deserve this y/n. And..I'm not going to be here all the time for you. Fuck...this is already pissing me off"

"I don't even fucking have a father, but if I did I sure as hell wouldn't let myself get pushed around like this." You frowned. "Hey. Look at me. Your not a push over okay? I-im just saying this isn't right. Your beautiful and deserve the world y/n. I'd give you all of teyvat in a heartbeat" which you assumed he could after seeing the 'Shouki no kami' he and 'the doctor' have been working on. "Is he always home and like this?" "Yeah.. it's just like this when I'm around... So I'd just find something to do to try and take my mind off if it but..it still hurts." He held your hand. "Its going to hurt my love, it hurt when my mom abandoned me as well. Leaving me alone, but you have to find hope. Be it something small or anything. The fatui was.. a revenge thing you can say but. I found hope within you to be different..even if I am still in it. For now." You blushed "wow kuni~ I never knew you could be so nice." And there went his ego, "I just tell it like it is. And like I said, you are beautiful my love. And you certainly are worth it. Every hour, every second and every breath I take by your side."

It grew silent for a couple of minutes. Scara got up and paced back and forth thinking of a way to help you, to make you understand he loves you. He knew that deep in your thoughts we're tragedy and pain, that you we're alone. And he didn't want you to feel how he felt when his life crumbled due to the stoned face of a god.

He wanted to hurt that man, make him regret it. But he knew that wasn't the right way. Sometimes violence isn't always the answer and he learned that from you. You we're the yin to his yang, the beat in his heart. He loved you more than anything and you guided him into the 'happy' man he is today more then anyone could ever hope to become.

He didn't take you home, rather to his own home. It was dark, black painted walls and only 1 or 2 pictures he took with his 'buddy, Childe' and the rest we're all pictures of you. Even in his room he had taped up letters you'd write to him during his abroad trips. "Look. Come here." He was a little stern but you can tell it was because he was angry at how you we're being treated. "You see all of this here? I read these everyday. When I wake up, to be reminded that I'll always have you y/n." He held your hands and sat on the bed while taking his hat off. "I want you too feel the same way, even with that piece of shi- 'annoying parent' around. You don't have to read my letters my love, but please. Stay strong. For me. And for the future we will have together, side by side. Always."

SMUT🤪

Scaramouche laid you onto the bed and let out a groan "god look at this beautiful body of yours. How dare you look at yourself like this.. your fucking beautiful" he rubbed his hands along your body and took licks around your neck "I'm gonna treat you well t'night baby. And tomorrow I'm going to ask that brat Childe to take the rest of my missions for a bit(months) love." "B-but scara then your going to be so busy after-" he kissed you to keep you quiet. "Mmm mmm.. don't worry about that, trust me you'd be surprised to see the things he'd do after I put on a show for him(scara means killing a buncha people. Childe loves that shit😩)

Scara moved down to your private part, licking and kissing it "Scara~ stopp..your tongue~"

"Want me to stop baby? I know you like it." "N-no" you said while rubbing through his hair "you feel so good~" he smirked. "Good you like it. How about my fingers, you want that to?" "Y-yes daddy..wanna feel your fingers." Scara licked at his fingers and put two inside. "Mmm your so tight around my fingers baby..." He took his other hand and held your leg up while biting at your thighs. "Scara~ please~ ah...hah...." biting and sucking on your thighs until you got a hicky "Yes? What does love want." "I- I want you inside." He stopped biting at you and laughed. "Mmm and here I thought you wanted me to be gentle. And cherish your body." "I-i do but... I want more of you scara" "then take what you want of me, my love"

"Oh fuck baby..L-look at you, bouncing on daddys cock so well." Scara's praises made your body heat up. You two interlocked hands as you chased your orgasm "Yes y/n..Fuck yes. i love you. I love you so fucking much, Please cum for me. Let me hear those beautiful moans." "S-SCARA~ OH sHIT~" You cum oozed onto scara as he kept praising you, "Mm..fuck baby you did so well..So fucking well.. lay down f' me." Your body grew weak as your high started to fade and he guided you to the otherside of the bed. Scara licked off some of your cum while cleaning you up. "Shit.. and you taste good too baby." You threw a pillow at him "You pervet-"

You awoke to your boyfriend soundly asleep next to you. Already in his fatui attire. "S-scara...Your still here" He ruffly opened his eyes. "Of course id be here dumass.. But i do have to leave in a bit.. Otherwise how else am i gonna get that ginger idiot to take my work for a bit." You we're shocked that he still committed to what he said earlier, You thought he was just speaking to boost you up but scara was serious about it. You gave him a hug. "Im so glad to have you in my life Kuni. I love you."

"My god, my mother, humans. They've all abandoned me. Because I was 'weak. Not good enough.' But now I understand my love, I don't need them. Or what they say... All I need and want is you. I want to wake up to your beautiful smile. I want while I'm away for you to be happy. So please keep trying, not for those that dismiss you like they've done me. But for yourself and me. I believe in and love you. Just the way you are and the person you strive to be. I love your kindness, the way you smiled even when you we're sad on our dango date and wake up everyday even if it's the bare minimum. Dont hide those emotions anymore my love, When your hurt, Fall in my arms. Please stay, don't listen to that old bastard or the pain in your heart. I love you and I will stay with you until the bitter end to pick you up. Just like you always did for me"

Ps: I will be home Early, Tomorow evening most likely. Apparently, childe sees me as his 'best friend' and is willing to help regardless. What a looser. Anyway, I have to prep up for the fatui's grand dinner. I hope you ate today my love, Farewell until then.

-Kunikuzushi.

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soulfulazrael · 2 months

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I think the Vs being in the same season as Heaven was such a massive error. Seriously they barely showed up and the stakes got fucked because honeslty what threat do the Vs actually pose? Charlie herself could probably bitch slap them and even if she didn't want to, she could cry to her daddy and have Lucifer to do it and then shred Angel's contract in a paper shredder. They already sent Heaven packing, the Vs themselves don't pose a threat and would need some other op villain to prop them up(Probably Eve or Roo or whatever).

Like all Vox did was get pissy at Alastor and for some reason has a crush on him? Like this just feels like fan service for shippers? Like can we just have people be rivals? And Velvette sang. Val is the only who did anything and even then, it doesn't really go anywhere because they shove this heaven stuff in at the same time.

Yeah. I think this is the example of how little patience Viv had when it comes to Hazbin Hotel. Yes. She had no clue if she was gonna get Season 2, but she should have adapted and instead of shoving everything into one season she should have tried to make season 1 feel like a cohesive and well done story that has a beginning, middle and end. Treat it like a one season series like Over The Garden Wall where while she cannot put all of her ideas into it she can put in some of them and give them time necessary for them to be developed into something great.

To me they should have cut MOST of the plot lines and put in maybe only Angel Redemption where you can focus on it. Let this one idea be focused on and be well developed. Let it be the overarching goal of the season. Redeeming your first sinner and make it feel impactful so even if you do not have a season 2 you still have one cohesive story with beginning, middle and end that can end on an impactful and hopeful note as you explore what it means to redeem someone and feel the weight of redemption when it finally happens. You can explore in depth the most important element of the story, the thing that this story is build upon and what the titular Hotel is all about. Redemption. Through that you can delve into Angel's character, show his flaws and issues that he has to overcome, sins he committed in life he has to atone for and get over and people that he hurt through them. Delve into this idea and explore it as much as you can and when redemption happens you know how much it takes to redeem someone and what it means. And then if you DO get Season 2 you can show this happen a lot faster with more sinners and that would lead to sense of progression around which you can write more drama. Maybe with Charlie who may be getting more and more conflicted as she sees people she grows to care about go away.

Also this allows you to take more time with character interactions. Make them more varied. Maybe through trying to get this one person redeemed you can have everyone contribute in their own way where you can either learn more about them, Angel or both and around that can be made unique interactions between ALL of the characters and it lets you explore more of the hotel which helps you care about it. And it also can lead you to introduce more characters, but those would be all centered around this story and one goal, making it make sense and be cohesive when they show up. It would immensely help with character interactions which are LAUGHABLY sparse as characters barely interact with one another besides the ship pairs like Vaggie and Charlie or Husk and Angel where neither of those even have much of a chemistry at all and require the audience to already be invested in those. Which makes the entire cast feel very shallow. Not to mention that we barely spend any time at the hotel and we see barely any location inside it besides the main hall so when it finally is broken we feel nothing as we barely got to know that location. And it's fixed in ONE song. That's not how you do it. Think about it. All of those emotional beats. First redeemed sinner. Death of Pentious. Death of Dazzle. Destruction of the Hotel. Appearance of Heaven. All of it feels WEAK as none of those ideas were given proper time and so they are barely noticeable. And that was the ONLY chance Viv had at doing those. And she wasted them on this rushed season.

And let me tell you. If I had a choice between putting all of my ideas into one story and almost all of them being underdeveloped and bad in execution or putting fewer ones and letting them be developed into something great then I choose the latter. People may not see all of my ideas, but those they will, they will remember and looked back at fondly. Something I DO NOT think will happen with this.

My idea for seasons of this series would be like this:

Season 1 - redeeming first Sinner who is Angel Dust and main villain is Val. Exploration of Angel and many other characters through trying to get him to achieve redemption where each character gets explored as they try to help out in their own way and either you learn more about Angel or a member of the cast. Ends on Angel ascending and Val beaten and killed by other Vees who in this version may be abused by him and they end up being antagonists of next season.

Season 2 - Other 2 Vees become antagonists as Charlie is now redeeming far more sinners, but she starts to grow weary as she realizes she will be alone eventually which Alastor also exploits to corrupt her. Ends on maybe Velvette being killed as Vox himself may find a way to also attain more power and Charlie becomes more corrupted and destroys a lot of her work while Alastor regrets his actions.

Season 3 - Dealing with Vox and fixing Charlie. Heaven is now being more hinted at and Lucifer himself is now far more involved (who is not as positive character as in the show). Eventually leads to Heaven getting closer as Hotel stops working during this time and population increases again.

Season 4- Heaven and Hell in conflict as everyone tries to fix their mistakes. Maybe ends with both Heaven and Hell now rejecting the main crew as maybe at the end Hazbin Hotel becomes actual Purgatory where sinners can be judged when they die. Abandoned by both Hell and Heaven Charlie and those who remain can forge their own paradise and their own purpose beyond Mandates of Heaven and Cruelty of Hell.

Just an idea

#hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop #hazbin hotel rewrite

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redfurrycat · 3 months

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🤠🍈🍈🐓Bosom!Hangman Fic Recs🐓🍈🍈🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Anonymous, Boobooblue, Default_Lee, Discosleaze, Dracculaura, Ladybundle, Miiichaaan, Notchka88, Perishablealex, PleaseHellMe, ReformedTsundere, Sam_Haine, Tasteofoxidation, WaffleToaster, Welcome_to_the_Badlands, Whoreternal.

PWP {🤠🐓} > The Chicken Peach & the Zenithal Cowboy > The Perched Rooster & the Brooded Texan > Everywhere. Every-Fucking-Where.

‼️Art Visual‼️ ==> Phone Number from Oidingus

Acting on your best behavior by miiichaaan {E}

“You’re beautiful,” Jake whispered and stroked a finger over Bradley’s cheek. Bradley swallowed, his voice thick, “Wanna take this to bed?”

squeeze a little (tease a little more) by dracculaura {E}

Bradley had thought that nothing could test his will more than Jake sitting in his lap shirtless, but that was nothing compared to Jake sitting in his lap wearing his shirt. And leaving it unbuttoned. (or, jake walks around shirtless when the dagger squad goes to mardi gras and it drives bradley a little crazy)

Hotter Than Hell by Welcome_to_the_Badlands {E}

Or, the one with the heatwave and the popsicles.

beggin' you to touch by tasteofoxidation {E}

Jake has issues with wearing shirts properly, Bradley Bradshaw is a tits man. Put the two together--

Feels Like the First Time by ReformedTsundere {E}

"I want to have sex with Bradley Bradshaw." Saying it out loud is a weight off his chest, but then Jake has to worry about Javy because the other man is doubled over, having started choking on his spit.

the good girl faith and a tight little skirt by whoreternal {M}

the one where Jake loses a bet, wears an obscene shirt, [sexual tension] and then gets fucked.

kiss me softly (til I love me like you do) by daydreamingstoryteller {M}

"Jake, you don't have to do anything other than be yourself and they'll love you." Bradley insisted. Jake’s breath hitched. His body started to tremble the slightest as he whispered a confession he’d never said out loud even to himself. "I don't even know how to be myself Roo." Jake "Hangman" Seresin is trans, nonbinary, queer - the works. He just wants to wear a dress and feel good about himself so his boyfriend is there to help.

way too busy for them problems by ladybundle {E}

It's a boring goddamn Wednesday. That’s why the Hard Deck is annoyingly empty. Jake shifts his sweating beer to his other hand, flexing his cold fingers. It’s uncharacteristically humid and the balmy air is making Jake feel antsy and tense (Jesus, I hate being hot). ——— On a night out with the team, Jake worries about who might know.

As You Need Me To by perishablealex {E}

It begins with three words. No, not I love you. Who's your daddy?

I'll Treat You Sweet by Sam_Haine {E}

He imagines himself in the woman's position, on his knees in some dirty back alley, mouth wide open and taking someone's fat cock down his throat. No. He alters the scenario so that it's Rooster he's on his knees for.

I'm looking for a partner (someone who knows how to ride) by boobooblue {E}

Bradley turns to see a mechanical bull in the back of the bar, some girl laughing drunkenly as she's flung across the padded flooring. "Think you could do better?" Jake whispers in his ear as he presses a cold bottle to his hand. Bradley takes the beer and turns to his boyfriend. "Of course." "You sound awfully confident for a man that owns a ridiculous amount of hawaiian shirts." --or, the bull riding fic

We'd Always End Up Here by Default_Lee {E}

Jake always thought their banter was going somewhere, two planes circling that were bound to end up at the same place. He was definitely and unrequitedly in love with Bradley fucking Bradshaw. But he's actually an idiot and Bradley is 100% into Jake too. So Bradshaw gets off his perch to come find Jake in the showers.

watch your honey drip (can't keep away) by Notchka88 {E}

“Distraction is an acceptable strategy in gaining advantage over the enemy,” Jake intones, like he’s reading a tactical brief but his lips are twitching with a barely suppressed smile. Then he does a little shimmy of his hips that definitely doesn’t make Bradley consider the merits of pushing him down in the sand and pulling Jake’s shorts off in broad daylight. (Jake always plays to win, but even when Bradley loses, he finds the competition rewarding.)

You Got Me Walking' Side To Side by PleaseHellMe {E}

"You're burning up. Are you feeling sick?" he asked and noticed how sweat had started to bead against Bradley's hairline, making the bronze curls stick against his skin. When Bradley didn't answer, Jake cradled his cheek and tapped it lightly to gain the Alpha's attention. Bradley blinked his eyes open. It happened so slowly like they felt impossibly heavy to open. The barely opened eyes revealed blown-out pupils that had swallowed the beautiful hazel irises, which were one of Jake's favorite things about him. "Are you going into a rut Darlin’? Is that what's going on?"

homecoming (jake seresin's pierced nipples) by discosleaze {E}

sugar on my tongue

"pierced nipples taste like keys and baby, i'm coming home" - Bradley Bradshaw's pinned tweet, probably. Jake has a pierced nipple. Bradley is incapable of thinking about anything else.

you've got the win in your bag

“I’m going to go in and get something pierced, and if you’re a good boy, it’ll be my nipple. If you’re not, it’ll be my tongue.” Speaking of tongues, Bradley just about swallows his. “Why would that be a bad thing?” he croaks out, not enjoying how amused Jake is, mocking, even. “Well, Bradshaw, because I wouldn’t be able to blow you for weeks afterwards.” Jake contemplates a second piercing, Bradley contemplates nothing.

Here for the Show by ReformedTsundere {E}

Bradley commissions his favorite OnlyFans user for a personal video.

Go to your bosom by Anonymous {E}

Is saying ‘he doesn’t know how this whole thing started’ a cliché? Jake thinks so. Specially because, when he really thinks about it, he does know exactly when this whole thing started. Bradley isn’t subtle, and the way he blushes gives every intention away, and Jake likes the attention he gives him. And maybe he’s liking the fact that Bradley is oddly obsessed with his chest more than he expected it. Or, Bradley is a tits man and Jake feels like he’s slowly descending into madness.

The mishap in medicine by WaffleToaster {E}

A mistake with his medication causes Jake’s body to show some interesting side effects. Or rather it’s mostly Bradley who finds it interesting while Jake has to suffer for it. Otherwise known as: the weird kinky get-together story of two idiots involving Jake’s pecs and Bradley’s growing obsession with them.

#Bosom!Hangman Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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I’m loving terms of endearment. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues like bipolar. Domestic abuse mentions. Also! The pillow case thing is something Baileys mother still does to this day. 🥺 here’s the Masterlist

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“You playing babysitter now, Bradshaw?” Phoenix taunted as she caught sight of Bradley Bradshaw walking into the Hard Deck with your little girl strung on his hip. Her head lulling onto his shoulder, tired and just ready to go home after a massive day of doing whatever two year olds get up to at pre-school. “Daddy daycare suits you.”

“Eat me.” Rooster shot back as he came over to greet her and Bob who sat parched up at one of the bar tables. “Hangman taxied into Y/n’s workshop late this afternoon, she got stuck with pickup.”

“Hiya Dot—“ Bob beamed as Rooster handed her over. His arms were outstretched almost from the second he saw the two year old's heterochromia eyes. One blue, one brown.

“I’m just here picking up some dinner.”

“You know Bradshaw, you’re playing a dangerous game here.” Phoenix held her beer up to her lips as she spoke. “Felix isn’t the type of girl who melts like putty into a man’s arms.” Rooster raised a questioning eyebrow, coaxing Phoenix to explain her theory. “She’s been through hell from what we can all tell, you playing baby driver isn’t gonna make her any less inclined to wanna play house.”

“Good thing I don’t wanna just play house huh?” Rooster tapped the top of the table twice before he made his way over to the bar. Leaving Dot in the capable hands of Robert Floyd while he ordered a few burgers to go from Penny.

“Couple of burgers to go Pen, and I’ll fix up Odette's juice tap too while I’m here.” Penny couldn’t help but to smirk as she input Roosters' order, sending it through to the kitchen out back before ringing up the tab he’d started on your daughter’s behalf. Penny had very clear, very strict instructions—all juices and fizzies you ever ordered for Dot were to be put under Roosters name. He’d started the tan one night after he’d asked if you wanted a drink, at first you were reluctant, but you thanked him nonetheless and asked for another draft. Rooster also took it upon himself to get your daughter an orange juice.

That was a month after you’d moved in the Hangman. It had been another three since.

“You still playing the long con Bradshaw?” Penny cooed as she took Roosters card, the same he always used. Swiping it through and clearing his tab. “That girl’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Don’t I know it.” Rooster wore his heart on his sleeve, everyone knew it. Including him. He was incredibly self aware that when he was infatuated with someone they became his whole world. “But what’s a guy gonna do Pen? Honestly, whatever she wants me to do I’ll do it.”

“She knows, just give her time Rooster, a girl like Y/n doesn’t let her guard down easily. So the fact she’s trusting you to look after her daughter right now is an absolute feat.”

“She lets Hangman look after her all the time.” Rooster took his card back gently before pocketing it back into his wallet.

“Yeah, she also showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night after her partner tried to kill her.” Penny didn’t know that Rooster didn’t know all the details of what brought you to North Island. He understood whatever it was had you reluctant to trust, but his heart absolutely sunk into his stomach hearing Penny say something so horrible so nonchalantly. “Of course she’s gonna trust him, he’s obviously earned it—they’ve known each other for how long?”

“Since they were kids.” Rooster answered as Penny gave him an all knowing smile. Spraying down the bar with sanitizer before she wiped it clean.

“Exactly, but whatever you’re doing Roo, you’re doing right.” Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin were all Bradley had in terms of parental figures. He trusted their judgment more than his own sometimes. So to hear her say he was doing something good reassured him that love was indeed the pursuit of a fool—but it would be worth it all for you. “Felix will come around, she’s obviously smitten as for you, just—take it easy, let her control the speed, she’s a stray, they take a while to warm up.”

Rooster didn’t stay all that long, he knew Odette was just itching to get home. He could see it in her eyes as she played with the fabric of Bob's T-shirt. Sucking her thumb to soothe herself as the music got a little louder. With a plastic bag full of takeout, Rooster took your daughter back from where she sat on Bob's lap. Like she’d done a million times, the second Rooster had her situated on his hip—she melted into his side. Bradley had become a bigger part of your daughter’s life than he understood. Deciding his place was not the better of his two options to take Odette.

“You can't be serious?” Jake opened his front door with a sigh of disbelief as Odette came bounding up across the grass. “What are you doing here!”

“Well, I was thinking– all her stuff is here, I don't have anything at mine, so the most logical thing to do would probably be to just watch her here for a couple of hours.” Rooster explained as he carried the take out bag in his hand and Dot’s school bag over his shoulder. He dwarfed it– the purple bag that seemed too big at times for your daughter barely fit over Bradley's shoulder. The strap nearly cutting of his circulation as he made his way over to where Jake now stood holding the little girl he’d take a hail of bullets for. “Already text Felix, so she knows we’re gonna be here.”

“Okay well, it's just gonna be you guys for a while– Coyotes up for a game of pool.” Jake felt Odette squirm in his grasp as he placed her down on the ground before she took off in the direction of her dollhouse. “Dont burn my house down.” Tapping Rooster twice on the shoulder, Jake passed him in the entrance way, throwing him his house key off his key chain in the process. “And don't forget her bedtime is seven thirty.”

Jake Seresin liked to pretend he didn't care all that much about anyone or anything, but under the thin layer of vanity and egomaniacal persona he liked to project more often than not–he would lay his life on the line for you and your daughter if need be. Sure he was starting to feel a little cramped being outnumbered in his own home. But he knew the reason you were so reluctant to apply for staff accommodation in the first place. Jake had always been and would always continue to be a protector. Having him just a few steps down the hall brought you unmatchable comfort. You were safe here, he’d promised you that. So far? So good.

He just wished he had done something sooner rather than later. He always has an underlying suspicion that your partner Jaidyn wasn’t all that respectable. It wasn’t until you started reaching out for help that Jake realised just how bad things had truly gotten—but he wasn’t quick enough on the draw. He didn’t have enough leave saved up to do a trip back to Texas to come and figure out what was actually going on. Before he knew it? You were at his door with just the clothes on your back and whatever you could fit in a bag for Odette.

“You didn’t come for me!” You weren’t the type of person to drink yourself drunk. But as you threw up the contents of your stomach into Jake's toilet as he rubbed and back, held your daughter and made sure your hair wasn’t getting caught in the trajectory of your vomit—the smell was undeniably unpleasant. You’d surely had way too much. “You could have come for me but you didn’t—“

“I was coming for you Y/n, I just needed to get some time off work that’s all—you know I would have been there in an instant if I was able to.”

“I didn’t drive—“ That's all you explained that initial night as you threw up everything in your system. Jake noticed the dried blood in your hair and the bruises that were starting to show. “Taxi.” He didn’t press for any more details, Nake knew you’d tell him come the morning. “You didn’t fucking come for me, I needed you—“ It was painful to see you the way you were, Jake loved you like his own sister. He’d always seen you as one, so to hear you say he’d let you down when you needed him the most broke his heart. “I needed you and you weren’t there.”

So Jake never pressured you to apply, he let you take your time. But the more he saw your light coming back? Especially around Bradley Bradshaw, surely a little nudge in the right direction wouldn’t heart his chances in getting his house back.

“I got it.” Rooster answered as Jake shut the front door, the sound of Dot playing with her dollhouse the only thing filling the void of silence. “Alright little one, let’s get you all sorted.”

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It was honestly a relief that Rooster had decided to take Dot back to your place. It wasn't something you had thought through all that much, but when you eventually saw the text he’d sent about doing that instead–your anxiety seemed to subside to a point where you could actually focus on your work. Get it done quickly so you could get home to your little girl.

Rooster heard you pulling up into the driveway around eight thirty. He swore he heard the new Taylor Swift album blaring about a mile down the road before headlights were lighting up the living room. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t sung along a time or two to bejeweled if he heard it playing in your workshop whenever he’d stop by for lunch.

At the sound of keys rattling, Bradley gently sat up a little straighter on the lounge. He’d tried to negotiate with Odette around seven o’clock that she had to start getting ready for bed but her only response was ‘not without mama.’ So, he compromised. The two year old was fast asleep as cocomelon played softly in the background and the rainbow lights on the Christmas tree illuminated the living room.

“Before you scold me, she’s been like this since seven thirty.” Rooster defended himself as you stood in the entryway looking over at where he laid with your daughter sleeping on his chest. He’d been absentmindedly drawing unidentifiable shapes across her back to settle her. It was a sight that just melted your heart. “I just didn’t have the heart to move her up into your room.”

“You don’t know how thankful I am Rooster, honestly—“ You mumbled as you kicked off your boots. You were tossing up whether or not to have a quick shower at work before coming home, but you felt guilty leaving Bradley to look after Odette more than he had to.

“Don’t even stress, really.” Rooster groaned as he stood. Odette stayed clung to his chest as he carried her over to where you stood. Your shoulders softened either more as she curled into his chest even more as she slept. “I’ll go put her to bed. Why don’t you have a shower, change, and before you ask I got you a burger and some fries."

“Woah, you really do know how to seduce a woman don’t you Bradshaw.” Teasing Bradley as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, your hand resting on his shoulder. “I’ll be right down, shower sounds way too good after I just spent two hours cleaning dismembered bird parts from Jake's intake.”

“You know sometimes you make it sound so glamorous.” Rooster followed you up the stairs, hot on your heels as he carried your daughter to the room you shared. It wasn’t much but it was most definitely enough. She had her own little bed while you had yours. In terms of space there was enough room to still put a desk and perhaps a small office chair if you wanted to. Jake had even at one point offered to swap rooms with you. He wanted you to have the master since you had Odette too—but you were already imposing on his space enough. To take his room too would’ve been cruel.

“Yeah, and the dried vomit I always end up cleaning out of your oxygen tanks makes your job seem so desirable as well.” Rooster smirked as he took a right at the top of the staircase as you made a sharp left. “But yeah—it wasn’t what I thought I’d be doing on my Friday night, that’s for sure.”

You felt comfortable around Bradley, it was weird—usually you were a little stand-offish around men in general. A little more reserved and timid. With Jake? Never. He’d seen you at your worst so it could only go up. But with Bradley? Things just felt so domestic and easygoing. You knew he liked you, you liked him too. But you couldn’t drag him into your mess. He was too much of a good guy to be dealing with crazy ex partners and the truckload of baggage you brought to the table.

As you washed away shower thoughts of Rooster, he put your daughter to bed for the night. Tucking her in, making sure she had her favorite teddy by her side for extra comfort. She had a bad habit of sucking her thumb, but god did she look way too adorable. He couldn't help himself, it felt so right, gently brushing her hair back and out of the way of her forehead before planting the softest of kisses against her forehead. There was probably some undiscussed boundary he’d crossed–but Odette Dolan was the light of everyone's life. Including Bradleys.

“Sleep tight Dot.” Rooster cooed as he turned on his heels, noticing the open cupboard. He knew that if he didn’t shut it now Dot may wake up later in the night crying. At the young age of two, monsters in the closet were a real problem. Rooster knew you had your own monsters, but he also knew he couldn't do much to help you with those. At least he could help protect Odette. “What's all this huh?” Rooster smirked to himself as he noticed all the christmas presents tucked inside the closet. You spoiled her rotten. Everything from barbie dolls to new clothes, school supplies and even some new dress ups. “She’s got you all sorted huh?”

Rooster shut the closet with a smile plastered across his face–he had already brought you a bracelet he’d seen you eyeing off from time to time whenever you guys would go into Westfields together. The white gold bracelet with diamonds surely wasn't something you were going to splurge on. He knew you were reluctant to spend big on yourself, something that had been instilled in you since you were a child. But he already had the bracelet under his tree.

“God, I'm starving!” You sighed as you wrapped a towel around your head, holding your wet locks up in a plop style twist. “That burger is gonna go down a treat.”

“You're welcome, I settled Dot's juice tab too.” Rooster beamed as he sat at the dining table watching as you bent over to retrieve the burger he’d got you. The oversized shirt left very little to his imagination as the pair of panties you wore peaked out. Lace. Black.

“Good, don't open it again, I can pay for my daughter's drinks, Bradshaw.” You were so hungry that you didn't even bother putting the cold burger in the microwave. Taking a bite as you rolled your eyes in relief. “Fuck this is so good.”

“Too late, already started another one–” It wasn't that you weren't thankful for the gesture, it was more so the fact you felt obligated to pay Bradley back. It was just the way you were raised by your brothers. Any debt you owed anyone you paid back the second you were good for it. Y/l/n’s didn't owe anything to anyone. “And before you say you’ll pay me back, don't even bother, it's a non-negotiable.”

“You know Bradshaw, You're playing a dangerous game here.” You cooed as you sauntered over to where he sat, straddling his waist as he welcomed you onto his lap.

“Funny you say that, Phoenix said the same thing.” Bradley responded as he let his hands slip up your back under the shirt you were wearing. One of his.

“She's smart, she knows you're falling in love with me–doesn’t want you getting hurt.” You took another bite of your burger. God Bradley could not be more in love with you if he tried. “It's inevitable that I'll break your heart.” Not that you were trying to. You liked Rooster, probably more than you let yourself admit. A life with him didn't seem too bad in the grand scheme of things. But you knew deep down, you weren't good enough for anyone as kind and as loving as Bradley Bradshaw.

“What do you mean falling in love with you? I've already fallen.” Bradley was quick to press a kiss to your collarbone. “Just waiting for the moment you admit it to yourself that you’re in love with me too.”

“Oh–” You scoffed. “You'll be waiting a while there big boy, hope you're comfortable.” You teased as you softly moved your hips against Bradley's crotch. He bit back a moan as you chuckled softly to yourself.

“Very, especially with you sitting on my lap right now.” Roosters hands had slipped out from under your shirt to help guide your hips. You could feel him bulging through his jeans.

“Yeah I thought you were a little happy to see me.” Raising an eyebrow as you took the final bite of your burger, sucking your fingers clean almost seductively. Bradley was losing his goddamn mind.

“Extremely, I’m extremely happy to see you” Roster leaned in again to kiss your neck. “Always.” Leaving soft pepper-like kisses against the junction of your neck and shoulder—he noticed how you lulled your head to the side. Giving him more access as you continued to move your hips in small circles. “You’re driving me crazy here Fe.”

“Am I?” You teased with an all knowing attitude. “You should stay the night.” Rooster had to stop his assault on your neck just to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. You'd never asked him to stay the night before.

“How would that work with a two year old in the same room?” Bradley raised a brow as he pulled away. A soft pink hume had crept across his cheeks. Clearly flustered.

“There’s a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a dining room we could surely take advantage of.” You knew you had him all kinds of fucked up,

So much so he’d forgotten how to talk. “I’m sure between the two of us we could figure something out?” You couldn’t help but to laugh as Bradley nodded desperately in response before his lips were on yours in a second. Softly melting into one as your hands now roamed his torso under his shirt. Grinding against him as the friction his jeans brought felt way too good to stop.

“You sure about this?” Bradley whispered as he pulled away flustered and horny. If you said stop now he’d be able to, in a few more minutes he’d really have to fight his urges. “Because we can stop if you.”

“You picked my daughter up from daycare Bradley, you brought me dinner, I’m sure—“ You kissed him again in a needy manner. Your tongues danced with one anothers Rooster played with the hem of your shirt. Balling it into his palms before pulling away. Lifting your arms above your head so he could remove it. “I’m so sure—“

“Holy shit—“ Bradley felt like a teenager again as he sat eye to eye with your exposed breasts. He’d seen what felt like a million pairs before but yours? Out of this world beautiful. “Baby you’re killing me here.”

“You wanna go—“ Before you could finish your sentence there was obnoxious knocking coming from the front door. You flung yourself so quickly from Roosters lap he swore he got whiplash from how quickly you jumped off him. Snatching your shirt from his hands as you raced over to see who it was. “Fucking hell.” As you opened the door, Jake stood there with a slump to his shoulders.

“Coyote must have a pool teacher, he flogged my ass—“ He murmured to himself as he pushed past you.

“Don’t you have a key?” You groaned, you’d just been cockblocked. It wasn’t all that often you decided to put yourself out there—and the one time you decided to let your guard down? Jakes there to ruin it.

“I gave it to Rooster!” He hissed back at you before he made eye contact with a very flushed Rooster sitting at his dining table. Putting two and two together with the fact you weren’t wearing any pants? He knew something was going on. “Okay no, unacceptable behaviour people—“

“You meddled!” Roosted whisper shouted as he stood from the chair you’d just been dry humping him on.

“Yeah but that wasn’t an invitation to fuck on my dining table man come on—“

“Nothing happened, dad.” You gruffed as you made your way over to the table, sitting down with a huff. “But you seriously have impeccable timing. I'll give you that.”

“Yeah, literally—I guess we could just wrap up those presents you’ve been hoarding in the cupboard instead?” Rooster saw the quick look of question on your face before it turned into a look of agreement.

“Oh yeah, well I mean I was just gonna throw them all into pillow cases but yeah I mean if you want to. Since we can’t you know, fuck on the dining table.” It was a jab at Jake who looked at you rather unimpressed. “You got any wrapping paper there papa or should we fuck on the couch instead?”

“There should be some out in the garage.” Jake answered as he stood with his hands on his hips. “This is my house you know, if I make a clear rule that there’s to be no fucking in any common areas of this household I expect it to be followed.”

“Hangman—“ Rooster sighed as he tapped him on the shoulder. “Nothing happened, and you can’t tell me you’ve never brought a blonde home and haven’t made it up the stairs?” Jake was silent for a moment as you and Bradley ganged up on him. Both laughing softly as you shared an all knowing look.

“It's my house!! I can do whatever I want!! God! You—you are a fucking miscreant if I ever knew one.” Jake groaned as he turned on his heels and made his way up the stairs. “Unbelievable, in my own home—“ You heard him muttering to himself as you and Bradley made your way to the garage. A box of seasonal products still sitting on top of the freezer from when you’d put up the Christmas tree a few days prior.

“Hey, what did you mean by pillow cases?” Bradley asked as he watched you finish out a roll of wrapping paper.

“Oh, it’s nothing really—“ It had been something you grew up with. “It’s just, we didn’t always have money for presents growing up—on the years me and my brothers were able to round up enough cash to buy my sisters a small present each, we barely had enough left over to buy wrapping paper and all that stuff, so we’d use pillow cases.” The way you said had Rooster in a tizzy. It seemed so normal.

“You mean you sometimes didn’t do presents at all?” Bradley Bradshaw knew his privilege, but he’d never actually had someone tell him to his face that gift wrapping was a luxury.

“Rooster, I’ve got a bipolar mum–but I honestly wouldn't even be able to tell you if she's still alive or not and an alcoholic addict dad who's only ever around when he needs money.” You explained as you stood in the garage of Jake's home. He’d come back down to give you a piece of his mind about respecting his furniture—but had heard you finally opening up to Bradley about your life. Something he’d been pleading with you to do. “They were never around, so we’d save whatever wasn’t going towards bills and food just to be able to buy a barbie or a tonka truck or something my kid sisters were desperate for—some years though we just had to go without because dad would find the money and it would be gone in seconds.”

“Y/n, that’s—“ Jake had always told Bradley that if he put his problems in a pile with yours he could guarantee he’d take his shit back so quickly. You’d been through so much. “I don't even know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything, just come help me wrap these presents because I don’t know what I’m doing if it’s not a pillow case.” Before you could make your way past where Bradley stood, he was reaching out to draw you into a kiss so passion filled it knocked the breath right out of your lungs. Dropping the wrapping paper you kissed him back, your arms around his neck as his hands settled on your hips.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, and whatever we are? I’m okay with, but just know that I’m all in with you—with your daughter, with your baggage.” Rooster kissed you one more time as his hands moved from your hips to cup your cheeks. “But I get the sense you’re trusting me more, so please—you can tell me anything Y/n.”

“You don’t wanna get involved, Rooster.” You said it almost as a final warning. Because whatever warnings you’d given Bradley before he hadn’t heard. As you looked lovingly into his eyes, deep swirling pools of browns and dark greens, you thought maybe for a moment you were worth his unconditional love. “I’m not who you think I am.”

“Too bad, I’m already too invested to quit cold turkey now.”

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Tags: @a-serene-place-to-be @lilyevanswhore @thescarletknight2014 @blindedbythelightt @averyhotchner

#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun fic #top gun bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x female reader #rooster x f!reader

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pizzacast · 1 year

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Hangman talking about his daddy issues with Rooster and Ice.

Hangman: I know he’s my father, but I don’t think I can forgive him for being a complete bastard to me. I remember how he yelled at me and made me cry over having a B on a test and…..Ice what are you doing with that rifle?

Ice going into protective dad mode: I’m going to visit your father. I just wanna talk.

Hangman: oh my god, Roo stop him.

Rooster going into protective Boyfriend mode and getting a bat: I’ll go with him. I wanna talk too.

#hangster #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #top gun #tom iceman kazansky

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chaifootsteps · 4 months

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Sigmund Freud would have a field day with “Roo” mommy issues are truly just daddy issues but ranked up to eleven with an extra set of teeth

I saw “Roo” design and I thought “wow…who hurt you?”

Ngl, every time I look at Roo, my brain wants to see the eye at the end of her tongue as her "face" and the rest of her body as a twisted mass of spikes and tentacles and assorted Eldritchian horror, and I think that it's not the most inspired monster design, but it's pretty cool. She's like a literal root system.

But no, she's just an ordinary Scary Woman with a horror tongue.

#Anonymous #hazbin hotel critical #image reply #viv stuff #actual blog post

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sweetlittlegingy · 2 years

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Autumn Leaves and Pumpkins, Please?

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✦Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Single!Mother

✦Word Count: 4.3K

✦Warnings: Fluff, so much FLUFF, Halloween vibes, and dagger squad family time, also married nat and roo... i just love them

✦A/n: Day 5 of my celebration. I love this so much! Dad Jake just does it for me, in so many ways

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You hear the high-pitched “momma,” noticeably upset, call come from Mathew's room. You’d sent him to try on the Halloween costume that had just arrived in the mail, he’d picked it out last month and had been, not so patiently waiting for its arrival.

It was a Friday and you had gotten off work early, making it to Maty’s school on base to grab him and head home. Jake had told you that they would be done early today, no later than 2. The new recruits had a briefing that would occupy Mav for the afternoon, meaning that the Dagger Squadron was getting done early for once. He would still have to get changed and shower on base but, given it was already 2:15, you knew that Jake would be home any time.

You were lucky that you lived so to base, the 10-minute drive making the daily trip convenient. You’d come home to the package lying on the doorstep, and Mathew had been out of the car as soon as you were parked. The six-year-old, almost seven-year-old, was clearly excited and the 3-week shipping had left room for an ever-growing pool of excitement.

Walking down the hall, your hand comes to rest along the door frame. Mathew’s small body silently sits on the ground and stares at the mini flight suit in his hands. You notice the little tremble of his lip, and you’re quick to kneel down next to him.

“Baby what’s wrong?”

His glassy eyes look up at you, on the verge of tears, and show clear disappointment. You’d had no idea what was going on, but knew that it must have been important. Mathew rarely cried over things and seeing him like this made your heartbreak.

Without replying, he lifts the fabric from his lap and pushes it out toward you. You give him a silent look of question, waiting for him to explain before trying to talk.

“It’s not like daddy’s.”

The slight tremble in his voice is a clear sign of more tears to come if you don’t fix it. You're quick to glance down at the suit, taking in the green color and patches on the front. You didn’t want to question him too much, knowing that Jake was a sensitive topic.

The morning that Jake told you that Mathew had called him daddy, it came as a slight surprise, given that he never even called Adam that. You’d been worried how Jake would react, and immediately asked him if he wanted you to have Maty stop calling him that. You knew that Jake was an amazing guy, but you couldn’t stop that slight bit of anxiety from working its way into your mind.

Jake was beyond happy and slightly offended when you offered to get Mathew to stop. He’d seen the apprehensiveness in your eyes still and reassured you that you and Mathew were it for him.

From then on, Jake had become ‘daddy.’ In every sense of the way, not only at home but in public. It was like Maty had been calling Jake daddy his whole life, not one member of your friends or family was fazed by the new term of endearment.

This led to the current predicament, Mathew was very much so in love with his daddy and became his mini-me. Which was why you’d immediately agreed, when Mathew asked to be a pilot like him for Halloween.

With the flight suit resting in your lap now, you lift to look for any tears or blemishes. Not finding anything wrong you set in back down, and glance back at Mathew. Who stares at you as if you had two heads, he’d looked completely bewildered that you couldn’t see the issue.

His little form moves toward your lap fast grasps the fabric in his little hands and flips it over to the front. You look to the fabric and back to Maty a few times, still not understanding. Even more exasperated with you, Mathew gives a loud sigh that makes you laugh. You were just happy that tears no longer lined his eyes, not minding the current sassy behavior.

He’d picked it up from Jake, no questions asked.

Clearly unhappy with your reaction thus far, his little hands grasp at the material and hold it up to your face. The random patches on the chest staring at you in the face.

“They aren’t like daddy’s momma.”

It clicks in your mind instantly then. Mathew hadn’t said he wanted to be a pilot for Halloween but told both you and Jake that he wanted to be his daddy.

Which clearly meant the generic, random patches were very out of place. You lower the fabric from your face and give Mathew a small smile.

“It’s the wrong patches bubba.”

The nod of his head confirms it, and you feel slightly bad. You knew that the naval patches weren’t ones that you could just buy. Jake had patches from his original unit, as well as his callsign patch, and neither of those was ones you could just buy.

Though you’re sure you could find someone to make them, the timing was completely off. Given that Halloween was in two weeks, you were sure there wouldn’t be nearly enough time.

The clear dilemma set in front of you had your mind working in overdrive, so much so that you hadn’t heard the closing of the front door. The knock of boots along the wood floor in the hallway pulls you from the daze.

Both you and Maty turn to see the man of the hour standing in the doorway, the smile on his face drops slightly as he sees the clearly upset look on Mathew’s face.

Jake moves into the room before Mathew can even say anything. Both him and Mathew working in tandem, as Jake picks him up to rest on his hip.

“Buddy, what’s wrong?”

The munchkin silently nuzzles into Jake's neck, clearly expecting you to tell Jake the catastrophic news. It might not have seemed like the biggest deal, but you knew to Mathew that it was. You rise up from the floor, and Jake’s hand reaches out to help you. The flight suit resting in your hands catches Jake's eyes and he gives you a questioning glance.

“It doesn’t have the right patches.” The sentence has Mathew pulling away from Jake's neck, speaking up before either of you can comment.

“It doesn’t have daddy’s patches.” His eyes go between you, to Jake, and back to the flight suit.

“I wanted to be Hangman.”

You shouldn’t have giggled, but it slips from your lips before you can stop it. The smile that breaks across Jake’s face is clearly pleased with your son’s demands.

“You wanna be Hangman?”

Mathew gives Jake a solid nod, though breaks out into laughter as Jake pokes and tickles him. Both of them laugh now, as Mathew's arms clutch around Jake's neck, wiggling around trying to escape the tickles.

“Alright, alright.” Jake pulls Mathew away slightly, though still holding him. “So, we need to find patches like mine, that right?”

The smile on Maty’s face is massive as he is once again nodding enthusiastically at Jake's words. Though as the ever realist, you’re quick to interject.

“Sweetheart those are custom patches, and it’s too late to find someone to make them.”

The smile on Mathew’s face falls once again, Jake’s glance moves from you to Mathew and back to you. The smirk on his face though stays in place, clearly having some idea that you had missed.

“We sure love momma, don’t we buddy?” The question has you watching Jake, waiting for how he is going to follow up on the comment. “But sometimes, daddy just has to show up and fix things.” The both of them head out the bedroom door and into the master room.

You follow behind with questioning eyes, completely unaware of what Jake has up his sleeve.

He plops Mathew down onto the duvet, bouncing him slightly, and moves over to you. The signature smirk proudly rested on his face.

“I’m gonna fix all the problems, but I need a kiss first.”

You shake your head at his antics, though gladly welcome his lips against your own. It's short and sweet, you can’t help the way it makes you smile. With a last kiss to the tip of your nose, Jake pushes you down to the bed to sit with Maty.

“Alright, you and momma sit right there.”

The both of you hum at him, watching as Jake goes over to your closet and begins riffling through the clothes. The slight tapping of his foot and toon that he’s humming would have you making fun of him if you didn’t think that he looked so cute.

Though you did. The flight suit tied around his hips is a clear indication that he hadn’t showered on base. You’ll have to ask him why later, though right now you are defiantly appreciating the view of the stretched-out white cotton sticking to his torso. The heat of the California weather is clearly terrible today, given that the shirt is almost translucent in spots.

Mid-stare you hear Jake let out a trumpet ‘ah,’ as he pulls out a nearly identical flight suit to the one he’s wearing. Though the one resting on the hanger is clearly smaller, it is almost an exact replicate all the way down to the patches across the chest.

“This, little man, is my old flight suit from when I first started flying.” Jake's gaze moves from the suit and back to the both of you on the bed, giving you a soft smile. Mathew had crawled up into your lap and hadn’t taken his eyes off the flight suit since Jake pulled it out.

“and it’s got all of the patches you need.”

Mathew's head cocks to the side slightly, eyes still trained on the suit.

“It’s too big.”

A chuckle bubbles from Jake's chest, “For now, but the patches come off this one still.” He pulls off the ‘Hangman’ patch holding it out the Maty.

“See and momma can fix them up on the little suit for now. Then when you get bigger... well, you might need this one.”

The pause doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Your heart aching with the amount of love you hold for Jake, and how he was the perfect father for your baby. Mathew is fast to scrabble off your lap, heading for Jake and standing next to the flight suit.

“So, I can wear it when I’m big, like you?”

The slight marvel in Mathew’s eyes makes your heart swell and seeing that same level of love and marvel in Jake’s eyes almost makes you cry.

“If you want.”

“I’ll be the best pilot in the navy, just like my daddy.”

Jake is quick to scope Mathew back up into his arms, hugging him tightly to his body.

“Yeah, buddy.”

The answer is barely audible, as it’s muffled against Mathew’s shirt. The both of them cling to each other. Though you catch Jake’s eyes, and the tears lining his eyes are on verge of falling as he gives you a soft smile.

The smile you reciprocate isn’t nearly enough, wanting to have both of your boys in your arms. Jake clearly has the same thought, as his hand reaches out to you. Pulling you up and into the hug, the three of you clutch onto each other.

Your lips gently brush against Jakes, as he holds Mathew between your bodies. Your foreheads come to rest against one another, and your palm rests on his cheek, whipping away a stray tear. Before Jake is turning into your palm and gives it a gentle kiss.

His eyes lock with you once again, with so much light and love in them.

“Thank you.”

You knew what he meant.

Thank you for this; a family unit, a place to call home, to love unconditionally.

You mean it just as much as you mutter it back against his lips, “Thank you.”

For a future

…

Though a little late, you’d finally gotten the Halloween decorations up, just after Maty’s flight suit came in the mail. Bright orange pumpkins and fake spiderwebs littered the house, courtesy of Jake and Mathew. The pair had set out on turning your whole house into your very own Halloween town, it had started with Jake going to the grocery store and seeing spooky window stickers. The single item soon became two and then three, and now your whole house was filled. You hadn’t expected Jake to be the type of person to want to decorate, carve pumpkins, and go trick-or-treating, but here you were. A happy little family that did everything. Jake had even started skipping Friday nights at the Hard Deck every now and then. Proclaiming that since the next 3 months were continuous holidays, that Friday nights were now dedicated to watching holiday movies together.

The celebration of holidays had even transferred into the Dagger Squad participating in things, that they most likely hadn’t done since childhood. You had all just gone out and picked pumpkins together and were set to carve them at your house tonight.

Pumpkin picking had been fun and seeing each of the guys turn into children again was quite entertaining. Not only had the whole squadron came, but Robert had also brought his wife Lacey. She was a teacher for third grade at Mathew’s new school on base. You had met her in passing, but never long enough to hold an actual conversation.

You and Natasha, both welcomed her with open arms and instantly fell in love with her. Both you and Natasha gave Robert a hard time for keeping her hidden away for so long. To which he replied it wasn’t his fault and that she had an insanely busy schedule, before placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

Everyone had found their own pumpkins, though it seemed to take the guys even longer than Maty. They decided on competing to see who could find the biggest one, Bradley won in the end. Jake only let him win because Mathew had found a pumpkin already, claiming that it was special. The little boy had proclaimed that he and his daddy needed matching pumpkins, which was more than adorable, but given that they were quite a bit smaller, Jake had decided that you needed a massive pumpkin. Leading to you having the second biggest one, just after Bradley.

…

Bradley had taken over the stereo, and the obnoxious melody of This is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas played over the speakers at max volume. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, a laugh falls from your lips. Spread out across the kitchen floor was the whole Dagger Squad; Mathew settled in Jake's lap, Natasha and Bradley poking fun at each other’s craving job, Lacey sat in front of Robert, continually slapping his hand away as he tried to help her cut the pumpkin open, and Javy, Reuben, and Mickey sat off in their own circle having a carving competition. Though to you, it looked like, who could sabotage who the fastest.

You had never realized how much these moments would mean to you until you finally had it right in front of you. You’d left the group briefly to change into one of Jake’s hoodies, the breeze sweeping in from the back door cooling you considerably. You’d been the only one complaining of the cold though, as every single other person in your house sat in short-sleeved shirts and said they were still overheating. Which led to the wide-open door.

“Your missing carving time momma.” The high-pitched yell from Maty is more than enough motivation to get you climbing through the group of individuals.

“Yeah momma, you need to sit your little butt over here and get to work.”

You roll your eyes at Jake; the cheeky pilot sends you a wink as you settle on the floor next to him.

“We both know, that you’re gonna be carving it; in an unsaid competition with Bradley.”

“Well yes, but I still want your help, sweets. I need your creative expertise.”

You roll your eyes at the man, used to him constantly supplying you with compliments. You glance over to Maty’s pumpkin and see that him and Jake have carved out the Buzz Lightyear logo. You place a quick kiss on your son’s head, only to be met with Jake’s own lips puckered up at you when you pull away. You laugh slightly at the man, though cave and give him his own kiss as well.

A resounding chorus of ‘ewwwws’ sounded through the kitchen, each of the guys giving the pair of you, comical looks of disgust. Bradley makes a show of full-on fake gaging, that has you sticking your tongue out at him in an equally childish way.

“You’re just jealous.”

“How could I be jealous when I’ve got this pretty little thing right here.” The hand Bradley tries to wrap around Natasha is quickly batted away, as he knocks over her pumpkin.

Her gaze cuts to him quickly, a harsh glare focused on the hand that just hit her Michel Meyers masterpiece.

“Don’t touch my pumpkin again, or you can sleep on the couch.”

A harsh laugh leaves both you and Jake, as Bradley slightly pouts at Natasha.

…

The group finishes out the night by midnight, though Jake had put Mathew to bed just after dinner at nine. The five-year-old was less than pleased when he had to leave his aunts and uncles, though he had gone willingly when you told him that they would be coming trick-or-treating with you tomorrow. Slowly the couples file out of your house, Robert and Lacey the first ones to leave given that they actually had to drive back to their house. Bradley and Natasha were the next to head out, only having to walk home, as their house was only a few streets over from yours. Coyote had already settled and fell asleep on the couch at around eleven, you had covered him up with a blanket and made sure his phone was plugged into the extra charger that he left at your house.

He regularly stayed over and by now the thirty-one-year-old had become like another child for you to care for. Mickey and Reuben are the last to leave, they’d taken to “personalizing” Coyotes pumpkin after he had fallen asleep and had just finished up with their design.

You set the last of the pumpkins outside on the doorstep, your front door surrounded by ten carved pumpkins now. A laugh slips from your lips, clearly sleep-deprived, but also at the different faces and designs that mare the pumpkins.

“Alright darlin’, I think it’s time we get you to bed.”

You lean back into the arms wrapped around your waist, his hands slipping beneath the hoodie to crease your hips. Jake places soft kisses along your neck, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder, as he gently bites the junction between your neck and collarbone, a hum leaves your lips at the attention.

“You ready for all the moms to fawn over you tomorrow night?” The slight teasing in your voice has Jake releasing a harsh huff against your shoulder.

“You’re the only momma that matters sweet. My hot momma.” His hand tightens slightly at your hips, and you can’t stop the way your hips automatically press back into his hard length, resting perfectly against your ass.

“I’m not fucking you with Coyote asleep on our couch, mister.” The tone in your voice is clearly saying something else, as you work to hold back the moan.

“Come on baby, you just have to stay quiet this time.” The sentence is followed by another nip at your neck before he runs his tongue over the mark to soothe it.

“I’m not having him burst into our room again, thinking that I’m hurt, Jacob.”

The laugh Jake releases shakes your own chest and starts you laughing as well. You turn in his hold, his green eyes shining with a look of delight and mischief.

“I just fuck you too good, is that it baby? Can’t stay quiet.”

Your face burns at the statement, and the harsh slap you lay across his chest makes him laugh even more. Grasping even tighter on to you when you try and slip from his grip. Your gaze meets one another, as Jake smirks at you, you can’t stop the wide smile from spreading across your own face.

“Bed now.” You pat at Jake's chest, before heading down the hallway to your room. Glancing back at the last minute to stare at him. “And not for sex.”

You step into your room, as a loud laugh bounces off the walls of the quiet house.

…

“Alright baby.” You fix the collar to Mathew’s flight suit, smoothing down the front of the dark green outfit.

“Do I look like daddy?”

Your hand runs over the sewn-on Hangman name patch, eyes tracing from Mathew's slicked-back hair all the way down to the little black boots that match Jakes. Your eyes tear up slightly, in slight wonder at how your baby had grown up so fast.

“Yeah bubba, you look just like daddy.”

You grab the set of aviator glasses from the counter and place them upon Maty’s small face.

“There you go, now you could pass for his twin.”

Both of your gazes turn, as you hear Jake's boots knock across the hardwood floor coming down the hall. Your eyes trace Jake's form just as they traced Mathews, and you quietly wonder, how in the world Jake wasn't actually Mathew's real dad. They looked so much alike it was unbelievable other than Mathew’s hair, which matched your own, the two of them could have fooled anyone.

Jake releases a sharp whistle, that echoes through the halls. “Momma, I do believe I may be out of a job.” His hands are quick to reach out and grasp Mathew, placing the boy on his hip. “You sure you didn't wanna dress up like me, just so you could take my job?” As he says it, a plethora of tickles is placed over Mathew’s tummy, which causes the boy to giggle uncontrollably.

“Daddddyyyyy.”

Though the tickling had subsided, the father-son duo is not done yet. The spin of Mathew's body in Jake's arms has you laughing, the five-year-old now hanging upside down trying to clutch onto his father's matching flight suit.

“All right you two, calm down. I need you both in one piece if we want to go trick-or-treating.”

Jake spins Matthew back around, popping him down on the floor gently. The both of them standing at attention waiting for your orders, you can't help but laugh at how alike they act.

“Alright, daddy's in charge of finding the Halloween pails. Maty, you turn all of the lights off, and mommy –”

“Mommy needs a costume…”

The way in which your 5-year-old states it has you looking down at the clothes you're currently wearing, eyes moving from your form and back to Jake and Mathew. They both stand there staring at you, silently waiting for your answer as to why you don't have a costume on.

“Bubba, I was so busy getting your and daddy's costumes ready, and I just forgot.” You try and give the munchkin a reassuring smile, but you can clearly see how unhappy he is with the fact that you won't be dressing up as a family.

“Sweet pea mommy doesn't –”

Though before you can finish the sentence, Jake is off to your bedroom, once again, on a clear mission. Both you and Maty follow behind him, curious as to what he's gonna pull out of your closet now.

The now familiar sound of Jake saying ‘ah’ once again rings through your room, as Jake pulls out a leather bomber jacket. The same patches adorn the chest and sleeves of the bomber, as those that adorn Jake and Mathew’s flight suits.

“Once again daddy is saving the day.” The cheeky tone in his voice has you shaking your head at Jake, as a cheer reigns out from your son, who's now bouncing on your bed in clear excitement.

“You're just full of surprises aren't you.”

“You love it.”

You step forward to take the jacket from Jake, though before you can grab it, he's wrapping it around your shoulders. Holding it for you to slip your arms in the sleeves and tugging it tight around your chest.

“Nope, I don’t.”

“Sweets, don't lie baby.”

So close that you're almost forehead to forehead, his breath creases your lips with each word. That damn smirk, matched with those green eyes and how they glisten, makes you weak in the knees.

“Maybe.”

Though before he can make a smartass remark, you press your lips against his. Slotting perfectly against one another, one arm slips around his neck as Jake goes to pull you in closer by the waist. You lick teasingly at the seam in his lips, however, pull away before he can go take it any farther, releasing a sharp laugh at the look of defeat that settles on Jake's face. You grab Mathew sitting him on your hip, glancing at Jake with a final look over your shoulder, an award-winning smile creasing your lips, then head out the door.

Well aware that Jake is in tow behind you, “I'm the one with the keys.”

“Then hurry up daddy.” The sentence leaves both yours and Mathew's lips at the same time.

A final thought drifts through Jake's brain as he locks the front door; tonight, all three of you had the last name Seresin printed across your chest, a fact that needed to be made permanent.

#jake seresin #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin x reader #better man universe #hangman imagine #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin imagine #dagger squad #top gun hangman #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #gingy library #gingy writes #gingy celebrates

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felicjana050896 · 7 hours

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A few words about Charlastor

Today I saw this post:

(Sorry, I can't post the link, Twitter doesn't want to work on my computer today :\ )

I will quote it here because it made me think again:

Currently, the closest person to Charlie is Vaggie, while Alastor invades her space, Vaggie and Alastor are opposed to each other, Vaggie wants to run a hotel for Charlie (her whole life is based on Charlie...), while Alastor has his own reasons (more on which later we don't fully know) and the two are portrayed as opposing forces pulling Charlie, Vaggie in one direction and Alastor in the other. Charlie's relationship with Alastor will deepen in future seasons (which the author wrote about, that Alastor and Charlie are the main characters of HH and what we see after the pilot), thus distancing it from Vaggie, which we see already in the first season (and what I wrote posts about ), that Charlie's relationship with Vaggie will surely deteriorate as it goes on, their quarrel over Vaggie's lie was, in my opinion, just the first glitch in their relationship (although not very well written in my opinion anyway), at some point in the story Charlie will had to choose between Vaggie and Alastor (and Niffty):

And considering the other screenshots, they are either forshadowings only to the fact that in future seasons Charlie will be getting closer to Alastor and away from Vaggie, or they may generally herald Alastor's victory over Vaggie, it depends, they are definitely confirmation that the further the seasons, the more Charlostor's content we will have than Chaggie's, the only question is which one will be the endgame?

Alastor stealing Charlie:

Significant bed scene, Vaggie wakes up without Charlie, alone, and Charlie is later in bed with Alastor on a heart-shaped pillow:

Besides, I read about Zoophobia and old sketches of Alastor and Autumn, and in my opinion Autumn reminds me a bit of Charlie... but in order.... First, let's go to Roo or Eve (if you prefer), well, I saw one Tik Tok and I definitely agree with it:

Charlie actually resembles Eve much more than Lilith, it always surprised me that Charlie has more father-like features both in appearance and character, and has none of Lilith's (especially when it comes to her ahem... physical qualities...), but I thought they just made her a typical "daddy's girl" and that's it... but if Eve is Charlie's mother and not Lilith..., we still had Lucifer's comment that he stole from Adam both wives, both Lilith and Eve, and although he married Lilith, he probably slept with Eve..., then the only question arises: why did Lilith decide to raise a child that was not her own?

Roo (Eve):

Charlie:

Lilith:

Lucifer:

Charlie and Eve (Roo) have exactly the same nose, the same lines under their eyes (Charlie in his demonic form has them) and the body sharp is the same, Lucifer by the way does not have a nose (:D), Lilith has a completely different nose, only Eve's nose matches Charlie's....

Moving on, we know that Alastor made a deal with someone, many people speculate that he made it with Lilith, but there are also people who believe that with Roo and I, although I also considered Lilith at the beginning, it was thrown in our faces this 7-year break (that Lilith has not been in Hell for 7 years and Alastor disappeared for 7 years), seems too obvious..., moreover, we know that Lilith had a contract with Adam (end of episode 8), and Adam did not know Alastor, so how could Alastor have an agreement with Lilith and be with her for these 7 years in heaven, if Adam didn't know him at all..., while Roo..., and this is where the issue of Zoophobia begins, i.e. Viv's first idea, where most of the HH characters came from:

In Zoophobia we had the so-called KayCee, i.e. chaos itself and the main antagonist, interestingly KayCee liked apples (a reference to Eve and her picking an apple from the Garden of Eden, the first sin?):

KayCee had white hair, horns, and the original Alastor was in love with her:

So KayCee is nothing other than the prototype of Eve.

Moving on, the original Alastor was also obsessed with Autumn, the character of Zoophobia, a blonde deer:

Autumn is a very helpful and good-hearted character and: ,,Although outwardly he appears mature and rational, in reality he is extremely insecure, suffering from low self-esteem. Autumn continues to seek recognition and thanks from others for a little help from him, showing that he needs the appreciation of others. Autumn is also very sensitive and short-tempered: in the webcomic, when Rusty teases him about the little antlers, Autumn explodes in anger and violently scolds him."

Doesn't this in some way resemble the description of Charlie..., a girl with a good heart, wanting to help everyone, and also sometimes quick-tempered (when, for example, heaven rejects her or when Susan pisses her off :D )

So we have Eve, who used to be KayCee, and Charlie, who has a lot of Autumn in her, and if it turns out that Charlie is actually Eve's daughter, Charlie will be a combination of KayCee and Autumn, considering her appearance and character traits are taken from both, two characters that the original Alastor was crazy about ;)

And finally, some shots of Charlie and Alastor:

And remember about Niffty and KeeKee, they are very important, after all they are in the HH logo :)

KeeKee, a pet belonging to Charlie and Niffty, Alastor's ,,pet" ;)

Sorry for the long post again, but I just can't keep it short :D

Thank you for reading and have a nice day, evening or night :)

#charlastor #hazbin hotel #radiobelle #alastor #charlie morningstar #charlie x alastor #anti chaggie #niffty #keekee #zoophobia #eve #roo #lilith morningstar

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irtifuck · 9 months

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Proofs that HangMAN & IceMAN are paralleling characters.....

Being blond ✔ (physical features are not really important, but i don't wanna leave 'em unmentioned)

Being cocky ✔

Being a smug rival ✔

Throwing stares at Mav/Roo ✔

Example:

Always speaking to Mav/Roo annoyingly ✔ (they can't stop bothering Mav & Roo)

Having a ring 💍 ✔

Having a bro ✔ (Sli ➕ Coyote)

Mav = Roo...:

Being chased by the teacher ✔ (Charlie is Mav's teacher, Mav is Roo's "teacher")

Being called with different "names" in this scene ✔

Being more than "teacher-student" ✔ (Charlie is Mav's gf, Roo is Mav's "adopted" son)

Daddy issues? Hell yes ✔ ✔ ✔

(Ice doesn't have a problem with his father. As far as we know...no. The actor who plays him may have some ideas, but canonically, Ice is a mystery. Just like Hang... We may have some theories abt Ice , but Hang is a complete mystery.....i will cut this part short.....😊😊😊)

Agree or not, Ice IS responsible for Goose's death.😭😭😭 He does the exact thing which he criticized Mav about. He puts people's lives at risk with his ambition to succeed. Of course, I think he didn't have such an antagonistic purpose while he was in the air. He understood his mistake later.. The frenzy of Icy & the frenzy of Hangy are similar... (A recurring motif in Hang, flying has become a passion and human life has been disregarded.)

Ice = Hang

I'm sure the filmmakers agree with me about this. At the end of the second movie, Roo waits for Hang to come to him. After that Hang says his words to him... with Ice's grin on his face. Even the fact that Hang is on the left and Roo is on the right according to the audience explains everything. Normally Hang had helped them, he must have been the first to land his plane - some internet users even consider it as a logical fallacy. But in the dramatic scene we watch, Mav and Roo had already landed, and Hang came later; which is why he is on the left. And he hugs Roo. Of course, with his eyes and hands, not with his arms...

(I'm not obsessed with these positions myself, but I appreciate sharing. Again. In the air, Hang's plane is usually on the left of Roo's.....just like Ice's plane is usually on the left of Mav's🥺🥺🥺Icy & Hangy are not antagonistic characters AGAIN, but the character on the left is usually the sinister.)

Mav could only forgive himself at the end of the 2nd movie. Roo also has a person to forgive in parallel. He has Mav. Because he is the one to blame. But Roo's "mercy" had come even sooner than that of Mav. He had already forgiven Mav without waiting for the end of the movie...it doesn't matter if these two "forgivenesses" are not made scene-by-scene. The important thing is the main characters thematically have this forgiveness.

(Okay this started as a shopping list but turned into an article with my bad English so sorry🙁🙁🙁)

Hang wants everyone's attention especially on him. "I'm good Rooster... I'm very good." But he especially wants Rooster's... He won't hesitate to yell at him for this. For this, he does not avoid hitting below the waist. Iceman had been stubborn about Cougar for a while. Of course, Cougar wasn't Mav's relative at all, so what Hang did in the second movie was even more despicable. The man officially brought up his father's subject. Of course we always justify that as fans, but it's not the general behavior of the audience. The general audience would agree with Rooster mostly.....unless he's particularly disliked. Why would anyone dislike Rooster c'monnnn

Yet again...every time you see Hangman's scene, you definitely find some item..... Just like Ice (who constantly plays with his pen or his watch) Hang doesn't need to be in direct contact with his "rival". Even Mav/Roo's physical presence in the environment causes Ice/Hang to feel the need to ✨annoy✨ him, respectively.

I continue to add small details… because I am coming to the end of my 💖article💖, Maverick's red helmet and Roo's helmet dominated by red and yellow… The idea that Roo is Mav's adopted son was embraced by the filmmakers and they started to see them as real "father-son". It's not hard to write "father and son" as very similar characters. If the father is self-sacrificing, the son is also self-sacrificing. The father apparently sacrificed himself for the mission. But the son, too, sacrificed himself in order to return and rescue him, embracing the possibility of saving him. Of course, the event that would test Roo's life happens after stealing the F14. But that's enough. RooMav's self-sacrificial personalities are highlighted. The devil is in the details, and the "goofballness" of the two is at its peak in this F14 adventure.💓💓💓💓

Let's move on to the actual hug, a remake of the IceMav photo. This time on the left, Mav takes on the role of Ice.😊😊If Roo wants to be a captain forever , it will be Mav to protect him. LOL: Roo is the new Mav….. he has proven to be worthy of that legacy. He is already the direct heir of Mav … This is how our series ends. As we don't have a third movie, I have nothing to add. But I would argue that "Mav // Hang" is acceptable; however, Roo and Ice have nothing in common in my eyes. I don't see any similarity between these two characters. Exceptions do not break the rules.🤷🤷🤷🤷But everyone is entitled to blah,blah,blah you know.....

If you have time, and if you write why you compare Ice to Roo, I will of course read it. 😊😊😊

#hangster #icemav #sereshaw #q #sorry for any typos #no proofreading we die like men #the gifs are representative; and they arent mine...#spoilers #i luv my emojis

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kathyprior4200 · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Helluva Scribe Episodes 1-8 remake changes with Spoilers!

Changes:

Vaggie Exorcist arc extended

Carmilla arc and family extended

Sir Pentious spy for Vox longer

More backstories for Sera and Emily in "Welcome to Heaven"

New arc orders:

Intro: The Story of Hell extended (Roo is the secret freed villain)

E1: “Overture” The making of the Hazbin Hotel commercial, Charlie’s dad tells her about angel meeting in a few days, she sings “Happy Day in Hell”

E2: “In Hazbins We Trust” Vox and Vees meet to try and bring down the hotel, Sir Pentious arrives with hidden camera, rhyming game and skit, trust exercises, Vaggie learning to trust more people not just Charlie

E3: “Radio Killed The Video Star” Vox and Vees meet to try and bring down the hotel, Vox commercials, Vox and Alastor battle, Sir Pentious is finally caught and he apologizes “Stayed Gone” “It Starts With Sorry”

E4: “Masquerade” Angel with Val voicemails, Angel Dust and Valentino events from “Masquerade,” Angel and Husk duet (Addict flashbacks) “Poison” “Loser, Baby”

E5: “Scrambled Eggs” Carmilla backstory, Carmilla killed the angel and was able to because she was protecting her daughters. Adam and Lute discover the body. Carmilla vs Velvet at the Overlord meeting, Alastor sends Egg Bois for spying, “Respectless,” “Whatever it Takes”

E6: “The Dickmaster” Charlie meets with Adam and Lute, Adam is angry and shows Charlie the picture. Charlie tells him she doesn’t know who killed the angel, and Adam remarks it has never happened before. He moves the extermination up to 6 months (due to the concern that Hell will want to start a war like the Vees after the Exorcists weakness is revealed) and warns her “it’ll be every month if you insult me again.” The episode ends with Charlie yelling “shit” and pounding on the door, 666 news broadcast, Adam claiming all of Hell will fall breaking the projector with evil grin

E7: “Dad Beat Dad” Charlie’s Mommy issues and lesser daddy issues. Alastor threatens Husk.Aalstor meets Mimzy and protects the hotel, After flashbacks with Alastor and Mimzy as humans, Mimzy leaves tearfully after Alastor decides to devote his loyalty to the hotel due to being under contract with Lilith. (There is hope that Cherri and Mimzy can come back and redeem…or will they want to?)Lucifer enters the hotel, Lucifer vs Alastor song battle, Lucifer explains to Charlie the story of his banishment and Charlie has a childhood flashback. Lucifer apologizes for not being around more for Charlie, he had been so engrossed in his projects and wanting to do things his own way in Hell. He warns Charlie that talking to the angels would be hard, also apologizing for not coming with her to see Adam, as he did not want to confront the man who tried to dominate his wife and had them both banished.

E8:“Moth to the Hell Flame”Vaggie Exorcist backstory, Emily and Charlie bonding, Lute jealous of Vaggie being favored by Adam, wanted to be called “Pussy” by him

E9: “Cherri Bomb’s Away!” Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb and the gang go out on the town.

E10: “Welcome to Heaven” Charlie and Vaggie enter Heaven… (extended scenes with Molly), Charlie and Vaggie pled their case to the council of Sir Pentious instead of Angel. Due to Sera being under orders from a higher power not to reveal how Sinners can get into Heaven or about the full brutality of the Exorcists – it wants to keep heaven oblivious, it sees through Sera’s own eyes, Sera has no choice to but to let Adam win. Sera and Emily extended talk, Emily wants to help Charlie and tells Sera that she is not just a little sister anymore. Adam reveals that Vaggie was a former Exorcist in her past (past life?) shocking Charlie and claiming he’ll unleash his attack on the hotel in one month.

(Seraphim Sisters extended scenes)

#hazbinhotel

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thedumbblondes · 2 years

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pilvimarja · 2 years

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Care to share some of your RoosMav headcanons about their relationship post-movie? 👀

Well I'm glad you asked! Because I've been thinking about this a lot and it's actually kind of challenging to figure it out haha. The TG movies are pretty light on story, which is fine, but the lack of background information for many of the characters does force us to fill the gaps in with our own fanon (and with this being an ask about them as a ship, everything I say is obviously made up by me lol), but I like to think that

With Mav getting closure over Goose's death and Rooster forgiving Mav for keeping him from the NA, both of them are in a place where they can begin to mend their relationship. I don't know how long it's been since they had their falling out, I mean, the movie tells us that Rooster went to college, but I don't know if he applied to the NA before or after college. You can probably figure it out if you take a closer look at the dates on his career file, but ehh, I just prefer to think that he and Mav were on good terms until Rooster was in his early 20s. They've probably had a few tense run-ins over the years, maybe Mav tried to reach out to Rooster once or twice a year, but Rooster didn't want anything to do with him until now, and things are probably a little awkward at first when it's just the two of them and there's no rank between them as a buffer. But maybe they get really hammered one night at Mav's place in Nevada and hash things out and wake up (in the same bed!!!) really hungover, but both of them are happy for the first time in years.

I like to think that Rooster moves in with Mav, but there's still an element of long distance in their relationship because of the nature of their work. Rooster is still so young that I see him working for the Navy like before and there will probably be long stretches of time when he's deployed somewhere far away from Mav. But hey, it's a great excuse to have steamy phone sex! 😏 I also really wanna see Mav slow down a little. I mean, I know he's Maverick and he'll always feel the need, the need for speed, but he's what, 57? That's pretty old for a fighter pilot/test pilot. Google tells me that the average fighter pilot is between 25 and 40, and most of them retire in their 40s or early 50s, because their work is so taxing on the body. I think I like to picture Mav in the role of an instructor. I know he's struggled with it in the past, but he did really well with Rooster and his other students! And the new movie makes it pretty clear that Mav was ready to settle down. Rooster's words about Mav not having a family seemed to hit him really hard 🥺 So I want him and Rooster to settle down and be their own little family unit and enjoy a life of domestic bliss whenever Rooster is home 🥰

And now that the guilt over Goose has been exorcised and Mav no longer feels like he has to be some kind of replacement father figure for Rooster, even the romantic side of their relationship can stand on a more balanced and healthy foundation. Don't get me wrong, I would read a dozen fanfics about a more messed up version of their relationship where Mav is full of guilt and Rooster is channeling his absent daddy issues into their relationship, but I like their post-canon relationship to be happy.

There's a pretty big age gap between them, though I don't think it's that significant when Rooster is already in his mid- to late thirties, but I bet there are still lots of little moments when Mav being a boomer really shows lol. It's such a cliche, but I don't think Mav is a very tech-savvy guy, not because he's a boomer, but because he just doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who'd have any interest (or patience) for things like Facebook or other social media. That man is old-school. Though he does text with Ice! I've DMd about this with a couple of people and I don't know if you're one of them, anon haha, but Mav definitely has a whole camera roll full of cute and unflattering pictures and videos of Rooster on his phone! He always picks the most random and awkward moments like Rooster with his mouth full of food or with his eyes half-closed or snoring on the sofa, and the only reason Rooster lets him get away with it is because he knows that Mav will never post them anywhere. Also, Rooster definitely has a secret folder on his phone that's full of pictures of Mav, taken in secret like Mav changing out of his oil-stained shirt and Mav asleep in post-coital bliss with the sheets barely covering the goods) and he jerks off to them furiously when they're separated.

Oh wow, this is already so long, but I just wanna end this with a headcanon I have about Rooster being really free and open with his affection, especially when it's just the two of them. I think he likes to touch and be touched and he also likes to be held, and it's a little awkward sometimes because he's so tall and big and it probably looks a little goofy, but Mav is happy to let Rooster cling to him like a limpet 😆

AND JUST LOOK AT THEMMMMM

#Maverick x Rooster #roosmav #asks #i get that this ship isn't everyone's cup of tea but haters will be blocked

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