#bc they r like yeah but you know hes not going to kick you out so why not just do it

[rafesfavgirl]

not like you — r. cameron

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. sorry this took so long y'all, school's been kicking my ass :')

❝ get my car door, isn't that sweet? then pull me to thе backseat no onе's ever had me, not like you ❞

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

context: after a few dates with rafe, he finally asks you to go midsummers with him as his girlfriend.

words: 2.9k+

warnings: jealous!jj, bitchy!kie, jealous!rafe, alcohol use, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral m receiving, pretty fluffy, SMUT with a cute little plot bc soft!rafe is soooooo bf material

"so… i've actually been meaning to ask you something," rafe pulls his truck to a stop in front of your house and turns to look at you.

it was the middle of the night and the two of you had just gotten back from getting froyo, after he texted you asking whether you wanted to go with him to get some on his way home from topper's.

"what's up?" you ask, eyes scanning his face, which donned a look of apprehension.

was he nervous?

a chuckle escapes his lips as he glances down, hand fiddling with yours on top of your thigh. "well, we've been going out for a few weeks now…" he started.

"yeah?" a small smile comes across your lips—never in a million years did you think you'd be making rafe cameron, of all people, act like this.

"and you've met my friends," his eyes meet yours, blue irises twinkling. "and my sisters…"

"rafe, what is it?"

"i was wondering if you'd consider going to midsummers with me," he says, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "you know… as a couple."

you tilt your head to the side, and kink an eyebrow. "rafe cameron, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

he shakes his head at your teasing, and playfully rolls his eyes, thumb rubbing against the top of your hand. "depends, are you saying yes?"

"i don't know," you shrug. "i mean, you're a kook, i'm a pogue. we come from totally different worlds. not to mention i just got out of a year-long relationship and…" you trail off when the look on his face turns sour, clearly thinking you were serious.

"oh, i'm just kidding," you chuckle, nudging his arm.

"you're not funny," he tells you, but you know by the way his eyes light up again that he's relieved.

"i'd love to go to midsummers with you," you smile.

"as my girlfriend?"

"yes, baby," you nod, leaning in so your lips are just hovering above his. "as your girlfriend."

rafe closes the distance, lips meeting yours in a way that make all the butterflies flutter in your stomach, as his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair.

"come inside for a bit," you smile against him, lips only leaving his long enough for you to get the words out.

"your parents won't mind?"

you shake your head, "they're sleeping."

—

“y/n!” sarah immediately comes up to greet you when rafe opens your door and helps you step out, making sure your dress doesn’t snag.

“hey, sare,” you return her hug, but your eyes linger behind her head to john b’s parked twinkie in the parking lot.

…what the hell?

“hey, y/n,” when he rounds the twinkie, dressed nicer than you’ve ever seen him dressed, and comes over to stand beside sarah, it clicks in your head.

“no way,” you shake your head, eyes shifting between them when you break your hug with sarah.

sarah shrugs with a smile, hand intertwining with john b’s. “way.”

“but i thought you were with topper,” you say. “how did-“

“a’ight, as much as i’d love to hear about my sister’s love life, we gotta go,” rafe interrupts you, hand sliding across your exposed lower back, making your head turn towards him, as a chill runs down your spine, your weight shifting from one leg to the other.

“right,” you nod, his intoxicating presence completely making you forget about sarah and john b.

he gives you a small push towards the club and begins to lead you inside, sarah and john b trailing closely behind you. 

once again, you’re caught off guard when you follow rafe outside with your hand in his, the back garden of the island club decked out in twinkling lights and hysterias like it was pulled straight out of a fairytale.

"holy shit," you mutter, causing rafe to look at you with a smile.

"you like?"

"are you kidding?" your wide eyes meet his, as you both descend the steps of the back porch. "this is insane."

"come on," he nods his head to the side, and begins leading you toward his dad, rose, and wheezie. "you can meet my dad."

while the two of you had been messing around for about a month now, and you had even attended a brunch at the club with him two weeks ago, he'd been apprehensive to officially introduce you to ward. not that you thought it was a big deal—everyone in the obx already knew who he was.

"dad," rafe greets him with a smile; you glued to his side. "this is y/n."

"so you're the girl i've been hearing so much about," ward smiles at you and holds out a hand. "ward cameron."

you place your free hand in his for a quick handshake, relief washing over you when you realize he isn't the monster you thought he was—at least, if he was, he surely hid it well with that friendly smile.

"y/n y/l/n," you tell him. "it's nice to meet you."

"you too," he nods. "nice to finally put a face to the name. you kids enjoy yourselves."

"thank you," you reply, as rafe pulls you away towards kelce and topper by the bar.

"well, well, what do we have here?" topper smiles at the two of you and sips on a glass of what you assume to be whiskey. "is it official?"

"something like that," you smile back, leaning into rafe and tilting your head up to look at him, his eyes twinkling as they locked with yours.

"y'all want something or what?" the sound of jj's bitter voice pulls you out of your haze, when he walks up behind topper and kelce and leans his hands against the bar counter.

there was just no escaping him.

his eyes meet yours when top and kelce step aside to give him a full view of you and rafe, dressed in matching colors with your hands intertwined.

a smug smirk comes across rafe's lips, realizing just how quickly the tables had turned. though he'd never admit it, he'd always had a thing for you ever since he saw you waitressing at the wreck that one time you agreed to help kie with the lunch rush. a part of him always hated that jj got to you first, but that didn't matter now. because he was the one standing beside you tonight. not jj. 

"just a glass of whiskey for me, man," he says, before looking down at you. "anything for you, doll?"

"i'll take a glass of wine," you nod at him, pulling your eyes away from jj. rafe was the guy in your life now.

"you heard her," rafe tells jj. "and make it white wine. the most expensive kind you've got."

you playfully roll your eyes at his antics—he clearly just wanted jj to know how much he liked to spoil you—but don't argue when he hands you your glass.

"i'll be back," you whisper to him. "i'm gonna go find sarah."

"okay, baby," he nods, leaning down to place his lips on yours. "save me a dance, though."

jj rolls his eyes behind the bar and scoffs, tongue poking at his cheek as he poured another drink for kelce.

you choose to ignore him, and smile up at your new boyfriend instead. "you got it."

—

"is this a pogue reunion i see?" you couldn't help taking a detour from finding sarah to walk up to pope and john b by the grill that pope was working.

"maybe for you," pope shrugs, and john b agrees, pointing the neck of his beer bottle towards you before taking a sip. "we're together everyday."

"alright, touché," you nod, a hand reaching out to bump john b's chest. "i didn't know you cleaned up so well, dude."

"look who's talking," john b says, eyes trailing up and down the baby blue dress you're wearing. "you look more like a kook than anyone here."

you roll your eyes and shake your head. "shut the fuck up."

"i'm totally serious," he chuckles. "you look good, y/n. happy."

you sigh, not being able to help the smile that spreads across your lips. "i am."

"good," he returns your smile. "that's how it should be."

"and what about you?" you tease, nudging his arm with your elbow. "mr. sarah cameron… how the hell did that happen?"

he shrugs, "i don't know, it kinda just did."

a small laugh leaves your mouth. "hmm. who would've thought, huh? you and me with kooks?"

"definitely wasn't on my list of things that would happen this year," he shakes his head, chuckling.

"where is she, anyway?"

"she went to go find you, actually," he says.

"damn, i should go find her then," you reply. "but text me, yeah? i've missed y'all."

half-engaged in conversation with topper and kelce across the garden by the bar, rafe's eyes focus on you, as you throw your head back in a giggle at something john b and pope had said, his grip on his glass tightening. his tongue moves to poke at his cheek when you throw an arm around john b in a hug, and then pope, the ugly green monster inside him threatening to make an appearance, as he brings the glass up to his lips and downs the rest of his whiskey.

"face it, man," jj tuts, refilling his drink when he sets it down on the counter. "she's known us longer than you. it's not gonna last."

"just fill up my glass and shut the fuck up, a'ight?" rafe throws him a glare. "no one asked you."

—

you enter the bathroom to pee after failing to find sarah again—where the hell could she have possibly gone?—the two wine glasses you had finally catching up to you.

"you've got some nerve showing your face here," kiara's voice fills your ears when you move towards the sink to wash your hands.

when you look up at the mirror, you find her standing behind you. "you're one to talk," you turn off the sink and reach for some paper towards to dry your hands, as you turned to look at her. "weren't you against all these events because they're so ‘tone-deaf'?"

she scoffs and shakes her head. "you're pathetic, you know that? taking jj from me, dumping him for rafe…" this psycho bitch. "then turning him, john b and pope against me…" wait, what? "i mean— seriously, y/n, are you really that desperate for attention?"

you let out a sigh to keep your composure—she wasn't worth the energy it took to stoop down to her level. despite what she and jj had put you through, you were happy. she wasn't taking that away from you.

"i hate to break it to you, but if the boys aren't talking to you, it has nothing to do with me," you tell her. "maybe they just realized who you really are." you shrug, taking a step towards her. "you're a shitty person, kiara. you can try and blame me all you want, but you dug your own grave."

"you—"

"lie in it," you cut her off. "and while you're at it, leave me alone."

you don't allow her to get another word in before walking away, leaving her alone in the bathroom with her own thoughts.

damn that felt good.

—

"hey stranger," you lean down and snake the arm not holding a glass of wine around rafe's neck, your hand landing on his chest, as he sat at an empty table with a glass of whiskey, sulking.

"done talking to your other boyfriends?" he asks, raising his glass up to his lips.

you tilt your head at him, eyebrows furrowing. "what?"

"i saw you flirting with john b and pope," he says, setting his drink down on the table, as his eyes finally met yours.

they didn't look angry though, more like… sad?

"you thought i was flirting?" you ask, moving to sit in the seat beside him. "they're my friends, babe. i haven't seen them in a while, we were just catching up."

"didn't look like that when you were giggling and hugging them," his eyes avert to his glass on the table, his finger tracing along its rim.

"oh my god," you chuckle, half-amused by his behavior. "are you jealous?"

"why would i be jealous?" he shrugs you off, still refusing to have his eyes meet yours again. "if it's them you want, that's cool."

you sigh, and place a hand on his. "come dance with me."

to your surprise, he doesn't resist when you take his hand in yours and stand up to lead him towards the dance floor, as the band began to play an instrumental rendition of taylor swift's you are in love.

your hands lock behind rafe's neck, while his hands snake around your waist, pulling you close to him, as the two of you slowly began to sway along with the music.

"you're crazy, you know that?" you ask, fingers entwining with the hair on the back of his head.

"how's that?"

"for thinking i'd flirt with someone else when i'm here with you," you say.

"they've known you longer than me," he shrugs. "it's not that crazy."

"i guess,” you shrug. “but you’re forgetting something.”

his eyebrows furrow. “what?”

“they’re not you,” your lips pull together in a smile. "i mean, sure, i've known them longer. yes, we're friends, but they don't hold a candle to you, alright? no one's ever made me feel the way you do."

and it was true. your entire relationship with jj, there was always an uneasy feeling in the depths of your stomach that made you feel like there was always someone else—and it was right, because there was kie. but with rafe? he made you feel like the only girl in the world. it was healing.

"not even jj?"

you chuckle and shake your head. "not even jj."

"and how do i make you feel, doll?" his head tilts to the side, an amused look on his face.

a smirk comes across your lips, eyes locking with his. "how 'bout i show you?"

—

"shit, baby, what's gotten into you?" rafe smirks against your lips, your body rolling against him and your fingers entwined in his hair.

the two of you were now in the backseat of his truck, tongues dancing together while his hands roamed over your body.

you shrug, jokingly. "wine."

"damn," he muttered. "should get you wine drunk more often."

without your lips ever leaving his, one of your hands trail down his body to slide over the hardness under his pants, eliciting a groan from him.

he pulls away and shakes his head at you, the look in his eyes hungrier than you've ever seen them. "don't tease me, pretty girl."

"i don't plan to," you smirk, hands coming between the two of you to begin unbuckling his belt.

you pull away from him and he leans back on the seat, as you position yourself on your knees, hands working at his belt to pull down his slacks and boxers. his cock springs free and you immediately wrap your fingers around it, rafe's hand landing on your ass to give it a squeeze.

you slowly lean down to take him in your mouth, your mouth swirling around his length as you cupped his balls with your hand.

"fuckkkk," rafe groans, hand trailing up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. "just like that, doll."

you lick up his length and swirl your tongue around his tip, making his head tilt back as he began guiding your head to bob up and down.

you feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you gag, only making rafe hotter.

you release him from your mouth, and tilt your head up to look at him as you began stroking his length up and down. "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"uh-uh," rafe shakes his head and grabs your hand to stop you, before grabbing you by the waist to sit up so he could untie the back of your dress and pull it off you, until it's lying on the floor of his truck. "come ride me, pretty girl."

he guides your hips to move over him, and you place your hand over his shoulders, your soaked center hovering right above his length.

he doesn't give you the chance to tease him, and immediately pushed you down, his entire length sinking into you and making you throw your head back.

you begin rocking your hips against him and he groans, one hand moving up to grab your tit.

"oh rafe," you moan, your orgasm inching closer and closer as you tangle a hand into his hair and lean against him.

his lips connect to your neck and begins trailing wet kisses, his fingers pinching your nipple and heightening the pleasure you were already feeling.

"so close, baby," rafe whispers against you. "you gonna cum with me?"

"mhm," you nod, barely coherent as your high washes over you.

you tremble when rafe shoots his load and keeps you steady, his head falling against your shoulder.

"did that answer your question?" you pant.

you feel his smirk on your skin before he picks his head up to look at you. "oh yeah."

"and how do you feel about me?"

he brings a hand up and pushes you hair back, eyes scanning every inch of your face. "you're everything."

anddddd that concludes this little series... i think. i've considered writing an epilogue but it'd take place several years after this, so let me know if that's something y'all are even interested in. but until then, i'm very excited to start working on some new fics, so stay tuned :)

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hellouuu, I saw you Wirte for hobie brown (and I’m literally in love with him) and I wanted to request something. Like one day he stays over and says something like”I just wish there was more action in town” bc there wasn’t much going on that week and soon after that r gets into danger and it’s kinda hurt/comfort? PLEASE

Jinxed

Had to do a fic w my boy kendrick 🙏🏽🙏🏽

You listened as he talked, he was on his floor and you sat behind him and oiled his hair.

“Y’Know, sometimes I wish there was just more action. It’s gettin’ boring with missions and all that.” He said.

“So you don’t wanna spend more time with me?” You teased.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He sighed. “Jus’ saying it’s borin’ is all.”

“I’m just messing with you. No, that makes sense.” You said, he talked some more and when you finished he got up.

“Thank you. I’ll be out for a few hours, but I’ll be back soon.” He said, putting on his jacket. “Don’t forget to-“

“Yeah, yeah, keep the door locked.” You rolled your eyes and waved him off.

“Yeah. I love you.” He kissed you.

“Love you too.” You said, he opened the door and left. You locked the door, and you sat down on the couch.

You hung out for about an hour, when you heard a loud crash in the room. You jumped up, and slowly went to the kitchen. You grabbed a knife when something- or someone- kicked you in the back. You yelped and fell over, dropping the knife.

You fell, and groaned in pain. Then some other people came in.

“What the fuck.. you all look like the goddamn swat team!” You shouted as they grabbed you, one of them grabbing their guns and hitting it on your head, and knocking you out.

They went downstairs, and quickly into their van, to which they put you in the back.

When you got to the warehouse, and you woke up, you immediately looked at the watch you always had.

It was there.

Your hands were tied, but you moved them, your fingers pushing random buttons, until it started to beep. Everyone looked at you, in confusion of what the noise was.

“Sorry. It’s my alarm on my watch, y’know…”

They couldn’t get the watch off so they waited until it shut up.

They waited until some huge guy walked in, and he was menacing for sure.

“Y/n L/n. We know about you and the spider.”

“Ohhh, you mean my boyfriend? Or soon to be husband. He doesn’t like labels.”

“Yes. Hobie Brown. We are trying to reach him, but can’t seem to do so on our own. So, lovely, here’s what we’re gonna do.”

“I think you just ruined the word lovely for me.”

“First, you’re going to shut up unless I ask you a question.”

All of his men decided to point their guns at you, so you did shut up.

“Next, you are going to tell me where he is, or every time you don’t , I will make sure that you suffer for it.”

“So where is he?”

“I would tell you but-“

A loud slap, right across your face. You just looked at him and smiled.

(Like the Loki scene LMFAOO)

“I’ll ask again, where is he?”

“What if I said I don’t know?”

He punched you this time, you groaned and looked down in your lap.

“Bullshit. Tell me now.” He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Nah, kiss my ass.”

He started to get angry, and put his large hands around your neck. You struggled to breathe, and then someone came kicking down the door. Hobie.

The men’s henchmen started to run towards him, Hobie webbed them to wall with no problem.

“Hands off, man.” He said, the man took his hands off your neck. You looked at him.

“So, you came?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here now would you shut up?” He said, looking at you a bit panicked but tried to remain calm.

The man ran towards him, and the rest was a blur as you caught your breath. Hobie came up to you when it was over, untying you.

“I’m sorry. Oh god I fucking jinxed it-“

“It’s not your fault-“

“You got into this because of me-“

“Hobie. Listen, I love you.” That made him stop untying you for a moment.

“I love you, and if I got into trouble it dwouldnt matter you know why? Because I know you’ll come for me.”

He took off his mask, and kissed you.

“I love you.”

You smiled. “Alright, but can you please untie me already?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

After you were untied, you both walked for a while before you got tired.

“C’mon.” He said, and grabbed you. (Kinda like mj and Peter in no way home)

He started to swing as you hid your face in his chest, laughing.

Once he landed, he made sure no one was following him this time and took you upstairs. And led you to the bathroom.

“Alright, sit down.” He said, you sat down on the closed toilet seat.

He checked out your face, and then your neck. Hand shaped red marks on your neck, and you cheek where he punched you.

He furrowed his brows as he focused and lifted up your face, examining your neck and face.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, genuine. He grabbed some ice from the fridge, putting it in a towel and putting it on your face.

You held his hand that was currently on your face as you looked at him.

“It’s not your fault. Okay? It’s nobodies fault.”

He nodded, and looked at your hands.

“We’re gonna be alright.” You said.

He smiled “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

—————————————-

(Can you tell I’ve never really written a villain?)

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[matcha-flavored-cake]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥐 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

. warnings: mentions of death (Jefferson) and grief, grammar erros (english is not my first language).

. featuring: Miles Morales (e!42)

. wc: 1.4k

.a/n: if you see grammatical errors, or me saying something in Spanish wrong, please feel free to correct me. My Spanish is rusty as fuck

hcs for miles 1610 here

He listens to a lot of reggaeton, afrobeat, and R&B. C'mon guys, look at my face and say to me he doesn't, also he prob like old school rap too, thanks to uncle Aaron and his dad, Jefferson probably showed his some jazz

I feel like Mama Rio and Abuelita Gloria showed him some old Puerto Rican singers and he listens old songs from time to time, specially when his nana is visiting

This man knows mechanics. Period. Help his mom to fix things around the house, shower, the lights etc. Bet his 'son and dad' time involved something with fixing things around the house and Jefferson 'passing the knowledge ' to Miles

"Listen Miles, you're the man in the house when I'm not around got it?"

"'kay dad"

"When I'm not around you're responsible for your mom deal? Gotta make sure she's in good hands when I'm not around"

"I gotchu dad, don't worry"

Ok listen, I'm kicking my feet thinking about Miles tuning his uncle's Ducati (and prob Aaron has a Ducati Scrambler. I do not take criticism), while listening music I'm just *giggling like a schoolgirl*

Btw I feel like if Miles ever had a motorcycle for his personal use and not for Prowler activities, it would be a Kawasaki Ninja or a Yamaha XSR 900. For Prowler activity honestly, he would have a Hayabusa bc it's fast as fuck, with purple neon lights like his Prowler suit. you cannot argue with me. I feel like it was a way of him and his uncle spend time together before his dad died

Miles prob is always tinkering with the titanium claws and his paraphernalia. (I love this word btw)

So yeah prob hes always with his uncle doing shit on the motorcycle or his suit while listening music or sum, or practicing boxing together.

And I bet his mom slapped them two when she once arrived and saw Aaron teaching Miles how to pilot a bike

"What you're doing with my son Aaron!" *that one meme of a man slapping the player on the shoulder*

"Ouch ouch! I'm just teachin' the kid how to pilot Rio, I surrender I surrender!"

"¿Y tú? ¿Qué diablos está en tu mente, Miles? ¡Montando una motocicleta! What am I going to do with you Miles Gonzalo Morales?!"

"¡Cálmate mamá! Uncle Aaron was just teachin' me, no es gran cos- ouch! Mom that hurts!"

Speaking of which, Mama Rio has insane strength on her arms (being a nurse demand a lot of strength to carry patients, changing their clothes, helping them bathe and all), that being said, when Mama Rio get ✨la chancla✨ oh boy, run, no kidding, run

(Everytime my mom grabbed her havaianas I runned more than Usain Bolt. I still do honestly)

I have a feeling that Miles knows how to cook, like he always knew. Arroz con pollo? Bet, does it with eyes closed. Fancy meals? Oh boy he's probably the only guy that the women of the family let inside the kitchen to help with Christmas banquet.

He eat his veggies, hates wasting food, it's not a picky eater but don't put pickles on his burger for the love of God.

Bet his nana tried to give him a bit of coquito without his mom seeing. (I hc his nana is one of those old lady that are a menace to society)

"Take a sip don't worry, No one is watching"

"No nana I'm all good"

"¡Mamá! Take this away from Miles."

Since his dad passed away he understood quite early that now he is the man in the house, that now he's the one to take care of his mom. So he started paying more attention to the chores. His mom is on duty? He's putting some music and cleaning the house, changing the blankets of his mom's bed, and probably making something for her to eat when she come back.

Prob has his mom schedule on his phone to make sure he knows where she is so it wouldn't risk her seeing his as the Prowler and he can watch out from the buildings while Rio walks to her work

Sunday family lunch was usual at Miles' house, his dad 'helping' his mom with the food (he just looked and passed her the ingredients), while Miles set the table. Music on the radio, enjoying the day before Miles need to go back to Brooklyn Visions.

Prefer more salty foods than sweets. Likes eating steak, it doesn't matter if it's BBQ or carne assada, he likes meat. For sweets, he's obsessed with the way his mom does Tembleque (sorry Abuelita Gloria)

We know his room is quite similar to 1610 Miles, but I feel like he doesn't have as many toys as 1610 Miles does. He sold some and used the money to help his mom somehow, he just doesn't want to be a burden for her.

I feel like he doesn't give his mom the money, he straight up pays the bill, or does groceries, so there's no way his mom can deny it. That or he gives the money to his uncle and they pretend that it is Aaron helping them.

It's confirmed by the artbook that Miles Prowler is a vigilante. That being said I think he decided to be the Prowler to help his place somehow, maybe even to make his dad proud, and to make his mom's life easier (just imagine the amount of people that get in the hospital because of how dangerous is the city now my god).

His mom is the priority in his life, he loves his family, his neighborhood and his friends. He's a kind soul with a shattered heart.

Miles is a quite good student. Not the '🤓☝️ actually that's happened at 09:12 in 1786…' type of smart, but the fast thinking kind of smart student. If he doesn't remember the formula he uses logical thinking. Prob takes classes ahead of his years and since he's always tinkering with his uncle his grades in calculus related stuff are pretty high.

Very good with Spanish by the way. Since his dad passed away he started learning more and more to speak with his mom in her native language to make her feel more 'at home' somehow.

I feel like in the first week after his dad passed away he slept in his house for some time and not in Brooklyn Visions dorms, he wished to be with his mom. He did not want her to be alone on her bed, mourning hi dad's death. Abuelita Gloria stayed some months with them too to help her daughter and to help Miles

Miles do his best to be organized, make his bed everyday after waking up, his cabinet is always organized, his Jordans are clean and probably have a collection of them on a shelf in his room. The only messy place on his room is his desk

Has a vinyl collection, don't argue with me. There's literally a bunch of vinyls in his room, guys.

Has some old Puerto Rican singers vinyls on his room thanks to Abuelita Gloria

Miles sings a bit, and have quite a melodic baritone voice. For my synesthetic friends, his voice sounds like honey, Miles is most of times humming when he's making upgrades on his claws

He's more athletic than 1610 Miles. Parkour, boxing and playing basketball with his neighbors and uncle

Started parkour because of his prowler activities to keep up with his uncle, same with boxing, after all he needed to defend himself and his mom. I don't doubt he knows krav maga too and I also don't doubt he taught his mom self defense.

Bought his mom a self defense kit

Uncle Aaron teached him forbidden movements in jiu jitsu, I take zero criticism on that one

Miles has a hard time sleeping sometimes, doesn't shift much when sleeping and has a knife under his pillow or something both in his house room and in Brooklyn Visions.

Loves, love, loves kids, as i said he's a kind soul with a shattered heart, and I think he's quite good with kids, and scares the shit of some at the same time.

I feel 'angry painter' vibes from him. He sketches and all but I feel like he's more of a painter and graffiti kind of guy. I do think he knows how to play bass or piano btw

Would get piercings on his ear and tongue, yes. But since he's the Prowler it would be troublesome because of the time that takes to heal

The old ladies of the neighborhood love him, he's kind to them, and always scare away weird looking guys

Is the crush nextdoor of almost every girl on the neighborhood

One time he scared the shit out of a creep on his neighborhood. Punched the guy so bad that dislocate the man's jaw. Since then he need to hide himself on valentine day, the good part about it is that he got a lot of chocolate to eat.

Seems like a bad boy all the time but he's an introvert. Miles do his best to don't get attached to people bc he doesn't want to drag them into his world or risk people he loves

He just don't want see people dying anymore, that's why he does what he does, to make the world a little bit safe, even if it's just a bit

@matcha-flavored-cake © • do not copy, translate or use as your own

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[autumn-hiraeth]

Hey ok omg so can you make a hobie x fem reader but like reader is Hispanic and hobie is gonna meet her family idk but I thought it would be so good bc Hispanic parents r strict sometimes I just think it would be so funny. Iol please btw I love your fics❤️❤️

hi!! I know I took my time and sorry for that. I know this is not exactly what you wanted so i really hope like it! <3

hobie brown x hispanic!reader

fluff. Headcanons.

a/n: i wanna hobie speaking in Spanish. Find more here " Hobie's masterlist"

Hobie met you when Miguel called for backup, then you showed up and kicked the vulture's ass in the coolest way possible. Hobie saw you say something to Miguel making him snort, then you walked towards him and smiled at him. " lindo traje, chico punk " And in a second you had him fascinated by you. Soon, You and Hobie are together,you weren't using labels, but Hobie let you know he was yours just like you were his, just you and him.

Hobie and you would spend as much time as possible together, sometimes Hobie would take you to his place - his canal boat- or he would go to your flat . One day you and Hobie would be so engrossed in a hot make-out session that you'd forget your parents were coming to visit. And, surprise!

Your dear parents find you, in your bed on hobie's lap while he kisses you like a hungry man. It was a bad idea to take his shirt off.

Your parents weren't supposed to meet Hobie 'cause it's a hard relationship to explain; he hates labels so you can't call him your boyfriend and he also doesn't even belong in your universe. But hey! He loves you so much. So the meeting promises to be interesting.

"Put on the damn shirt Hobie" you whisper, making Hobie smile at your nervousness while your parents are waiting in the living room. "What's wrong luv? thought you like when 'm not wearin' clothes" your eyes wide and you quickly place your hand gently on his luscious lips making him laugh.

"Now is a good time for you to go" you murmur and he takes your hand to remove it from his lips. " and leave my girl? Nah, besides think your parents wanna meet me" he winks. Your ears heat up when the first thing your parents ask if Hobie makes a habit of sticking his tongue in your mouth every time the two of you are alone.

"Ma! No preguntes eso" hearing you speaking in your first language makes hobie smile

“ dime hijo, how did you meet my daughter?” Hobie looks at you knowing he can't tell him the truth so he mutters. " conocí a la muchacha en el club" your heart melts when you hear Hobie trying to speak in Spanish and your parents seem satisfied with that.

" no es como los chicos que has traído antes Y/n" your mom mumbles and Hobie frowns 'cause he understood that. " Ma, él me hace sentir como nadie" then your father adds mockingly "sí, parece que se la pasan bien juntos" After a few hours of being questioned and being advised to use protection your parents leave you two and Hobie is looking at you so intense 'cause of all the things you said about him.

"So, 'm the best of all the ones you've ever had?" "and me the girl of your dreams?" you also tease and he shrugs "thought you already knew that" you bite your lip before muttering "yeah, you're the best I've ever had, but don't let it go to your head" " You said your parents would be strict"

" i think they liked you" you said as Hobie gently kisses your neck. " Just wait to meet my uncles"

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[mundoperla]

Could I get hcs for a gn survivor that’s horrendously touch-starved, whenever they’re being carried to a hook, they completely relax in the killer’s grip and lean into them, because they’re brain just goes w a r m human contact fuck yeah- and they can’t help it sdvh

If you could include Frank from The Legion because..he’s my favourite, I find him hot- but aside from that, any killers you want to write hcs for! :D

EEEEE KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR BC FRANK <3333

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𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 .

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killers x gender neutral reader

—killer(s) included;; frank morrison, ji-woon hak, kazan yamaoka, & caleb quinn WOOOOOO DEATHSLINGER PROPAGANDA

‼️tws;; none i could catch but if there is anything lmk!!!‼️

⤹⋆｡˚ ｡˚۰ ۰˚☽˚⁀➷｡˚⋆ ｡˚۰༄

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

.｡❅* you were being tossed up onto his shoulder to be brought to the nearest rusty hook like the last, you had yet to even be put on one so of course some kind of struggle or fight was expected.

.｡❅* but you weren’t moving, barley even a scream or kick from you. he couldn’t feel any kind of struggle, but he can feel you practically melting into him.

.｡❅* he did not.. understand.. you’ve gotta be broken or something.

.｡❅* he’d stopped in his tracks completely, wiggling you a bit with the arm that held you up to see if you’d respond with maybe an elbow to the side of his head, but you just sat there. completely still. you were just enveloped in his touch. sitting still and very peacefully.

.｡❅* Frank didn’t exactly know how to react or how to feel.. it’s wonderful having someone feel so comfortable being this close to him, but he was also expecting the usual response he got from others.

.｡❅* he’ll just stand there for a minute, letting you hang out for a while longer. he’ll feel guilty if he just tossed you onto a hook afterwards so he gently places you on the ground and leaves you there for one of your teammates to pick you up.

.｡❅* if you do it again in more trials with him he’s slowly going to start ignoring his initial objectives and just carry you around the map with him.

.｡❅* again he won’t admit he likes feeling this kind of contact with you, he’ll swear up and down that it’s just because he feels powerful when someone’s on his shoulder for long periods of time like some kind of prize catch.

.｡❅* regardless of whatever lame excuses he pulls to justify holding you so you, he makes it a mandatory task whenever he spots you in a trial, aswell as the occasional jingle of your body when you’re hoisted up just to see if you’ll ever retaliate.

.｡❅* you never do. he digs that.

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𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* like Frank, he’s expecting you to fight him to get out of his grasp like your life depended on it— which it does.

.｡❅* maybe if he hits someone on your team with you on him you’ll do something? maybe even beg for him to spare everyone else & to just kill you?

.｡❅* wrong. you’re still just sitting there.

.｡❅* Ji-Woon doesn’t mind to say the least, attention is attention & you’re practically melted into his shoulder just pleased to have this much contact with another person. it’s a win-win for the two of you.

.｡❅* The Trickster is very.. tricky to say the least, he loves having you pressed up on him when he’s picked you up after a chase, but at the same time he still internally wants you to fight back. bite him at least.

.｡❅* he will still throw you onto a hook after a minute or two of you being up with him. he’s still got others to get rid of.

.｡❅* then again he doesn’t want to do too much to make you avoid him, he still wants to feel you lean into his hands when he hold your face up or when he’s holding you sturdy on his shoulder. it’s actually very nice when he’s making some kind of physical contact with you.

.｡❅* he’ll be annoying you whenever he’s caught you though, he’s aware that you’re not gonna do anything to get away but instead revel in this brief moment of physical contact with him of all people.

.｡❅* ❝ Should I hold you in a more comfortable position this time 여보 ? just for now until i unfortunately have to put you away. ❞

.｡❅* like i said — he’s annoying.

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𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎

.｡❅* he will not notice this at all until after maybe the 7th trial with you. he’s a ruthless and feared killer, but you never seemed to care when he would carry you to your inevitable fate.

.｡❅* you had decompressed entirely on him multiple times, and Kazan was pissed to say the least.

.｡❅* the ‘Oni Yamaoka’ was known far and wide for his brutality across the country, even tearing apart the very lord that spat the foul nickname at him and his family’s name. he was less than eligible for you to feel comfortable enough to mould around.

.｡❅* he had full intentions to harm you to get a point across, but Jake was quick to get you away from The Oni with his flashlight.

.｡❅* Kazan was even more angry, because now he had to get you back so he could jam it into your head that he is not to be taken so lightly. he looked for every opportunity to get you slung over his shoulders again but fumbled every time he got you where you were wanted.

.｡❅* but every time you wound up in his grasp, you’d lay there enveloped in his touch. the idea of being brought to a hook or even the basement was irrelevant in the moment. it felt amazing basically sitting in the palm of his hand.

.｡❅* it makes him angrier whenever you do this, he’s so comfortable being feared by every living being that surrounded him & he was not adjusting well to the idea of you not groveling in that same fear like the other survivors.

.｡❅* you occasionally entertained him by pretending to be scared when he had caught up with you, which also made him angry. he didn’t ACTUALLY want you to feel that way, he just wanted you to know how the other survivors perceived him. he’s contradicting himself trying to ignore the fact he really does enjoy you being close to him.

.｡❅* he’ll actively start refraining from picking you up unless he needs to, which despite this he will still constantly pick you up. you get the impression he actually enjoys the skin to skin contact much more than what he wants you to believe.

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𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* he’s oblivious to it all at first, he doesn’t get why you always seemingly chose to turn into mush when he makes contact with you.

.｡❅* but he’s very pleased by this to say the least, even taking the courtesy to find a secluded space to sit down with you peacefully. he’ll carry you over to an exit when they open up.

.｡❅* you’re aware of the damage he can cause, not just to others but to you specifically. he was dangerous just like the next killer you’d have to go up against.

.｡❅* but that felt so irrelevant when your abdomen made contact with the harsh material of his coat for the first time. your worries and fears faded in an instant. even with all his jagged edges, his touch managed felt like pure velvet.

.｡❅* Caleb could sit down in one of the secret rooms of the saloon with you forever if The Entity allowed him to, you’re obviously enjoying the time spent on him; he doesn’t want to yank that peace away from you so suddenly.

.｡❅* he ups it a notch, placing a hand on the nape of your neck — being met with another deep exhale from you. he didn’t think it was possible to witness a person genuinely melt until now.

.｡❅* he’s also melting against your touch, you buried your head into his chest and he wanted to keep you on that spot. he hasn’t felt this close to another person in a long time.

.｡❅* The Deathslinger could be gentle if he wanted to, always doing his best to limit as much movement when you’re up high on his shoulders as to not disturb you, even though you didn’t particularly mind him moving around.

.｡❅* if he see’s another open opportunity outside of a trial, he will offer to let you sit on his shoulders again. you seemed very peaceful the last time, so why not experience it again without the time limit?

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⋆┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈⋆

please i beg of you give me more frank reqs he’s so fun to write for

#dbd x reader #dbd imagines #frank morrison x reader #the legion x reader #legion x reader #trickster x reader #the trickster x reader #ji woon hak x reader #kazan yamaoka x reader #the oni x reader #caleb quinn x reader

[smoshyourheadin]

Maybe u could do a Spencer besties to lovers? Like they've known each other a long time yk

Thankssss no pressure if ur busy ofc <3

It’s Always Been You

cw: reader has a boyf who she breaks up w bc he’s an alchaholic!! don’t read if you aren’t comfortable, i’ll catch you another time ml 💛

a/n: EEK IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON 🫶🫶💛💛 also im taking this as smosh spence not cm spence so feel free to re-request if you’d like <33 ps, ive written that he listens to pink floyd here so thats who syd barrett is if you don’t know :))

requests r open!!

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pairing: spencer agnew x fem!reader

florida, 2002

you and spencer were scurrying around in the freshly mown grass of his backyard, playing tag.

“you didn’t get me, you cheated!” you exclaim, ducking as he reaches out to get you again, tumbling to the floor.

“did too!” spencer retorts, his grazed knees dropping to the floor so he can lean over you. he meets your eyes, pulls a tongue, and hoists himself back up to run to his tyre swing.

all 11 years you’d known, you’d known them with spencer. your moms had been great friends since way before you were born, being in the same book club. or was it an art night? you didn’t exactly know, but you did know that because your moms were best friends, so were you and spencer.

as you sprung back up to your feet, your moms watched your antics through the kitchen window.

“whoever can swing the other the highest gets to have the last red popsicle!” he yelled as you ran over

“oh you’re so on!”

your hands gripped the tyre and you pushed like your life depended on it.

“y’know,” your mom said “one day, they’re going to end up together.”

his mom looked over at yours and smiled,

“i’d be surprised if they didnt honestly.”

los angeles, 2024

you walk through the door of your apartment, and you kick the door closed behind you. your bag slides off your shoulder, and you throw your keys onto the dresser next to the door. you only manage a long groan before flopping onto the couch.

“heya, charlie!” you scrunch your face up as you feel your dog’s cold, wet nose press against your cheek, as he gently wags his tail

“i missed you too boy, work was so tiring today.” you work at smosh with spencer, and have done for the past seven years after you left your job at another channel to join him. it was basically the best decision you’d ever made, every day filled with laughs; practically just a 24/7 hangout. you work with spencer on smosh games, but rarely ever go on camera, even if spencer’s there. you enjoy it anyway though.

you sit up and scratch behind his ears. he wiggles his body contently at your fondness. and then your stomach growls. it made sense, it was currently 6:43pm, and you last ate at noon, so you get up and drag yourself to make some mac n cheese.

as the pasta boils your phone starts ringing.

it’s james.

rubbing your hands over your face, you answer the dreaded call from your boyfriend james.

“heyyy~ sweetheart, y’doin okay? you were hic bein’ a bit of a bitch today, didnt answer my calls, what, you hate me or sumn?” he rambles, most of his words just slurring off.

“james, are you drinking again?” your voice is agitated, hearing the chattering and the low bass of a bar in the background.

you know he has a problem, and you’ve tried to get him to stop so many times. but you just can’t. he just won’t take your help.

“wha- i mean- well- no- but um- well y’r just gonna be mad at me like y’allways are” he stammers, not wanting to tell you the truth.

“no, i’m done with this. you say all this to me when you’re drunk, and then act like everything is fine! i’m sick of it! you spend so much time at the bar, and its the only place we ever go on dates, and i just end up babysitting you! so yeah i am mad! but for the last time! fuck you james.”

you hang up.

you start to tear up, the knot in your chest tight as your emotions come rushing to you, face heating up as tears begin to fall. the hissing of something behind you snaps you out of it.

“shit!” you rush over to to your stove, where the water from your pasta spills over the sides, the flames licking at the bottom of the pan.you take it off the heat and turn it off. it looks done anyway. you add some butter, and, of course, cheese. stirring gently, you sob.

james was so nice to you, always showering you with gifts and praise and love. but it was all for nothing. he just didn’t love you like he loved drinking in the end.

pouring the mac n cheese into a bowl, you call spencer.

“hey lemon! how’s my favourite person this fine evening?” you smile at the nickname.

florida, 2007

“spencer, you’re a boy. why are you so complicated? i mean, its just annoying!” you walk into his bedroom after his mom let you in, clearly pissed off. being 16 isn’t fun, especially when boys you like are rude to you.

“what did he do?” spencer doesn’t look up from his computer, just slightly turn his head.

“he said that i must eat lemons because of how bitter i am. i mean come on!” you lie on his bed and watch him play runescape.

“lemon… hmph” he just smiles and continues whatever he was doing on his game.

“what? nothing to say? ugh! you suuuuuck!”

los angeles, 2024

“yeah, i mean, no. i broke up with james.” you sniffle, and eat a forkfull of your food, elbows resting on the cold marble of the kitchen island.

“i mean- um- yeah thats horrible…” he says

“you’re allowed to celebrate, i know you hated him. and so did everyone. but still. im fragile right now!” you giggle through your gentle tears

“well, i mean, honestly? glad he’s gone. he sucked dude. not sure why you didn’t do it sooner. well, one positive to come of this, your pillows won’t stink of beer next time i nap at yours!” he replies, clearly happy for you.

“yeah,” you chuckle at the memory of spencer falling asleep on your bed, then completing his hair smelt like budweiser “that is true.”

“all seriousness though, are you okay?” his voice is genuine this time, filled with concern.

“no, not really. it’s just… different i guess. but, not much has changed y’know? like, it already felt like he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore…” you begin to ramble for at least 20 minutes, only to be met with the occasional ‘mhmn’ and ‘yeah’ from spencer. mid sentence, there’s a knock at your door.

“oh one sec, someone’s here.” you get up from your table and swing the door open to see a very sympathetic looking spencer, two target bags in his hands.

your jaw is on the floor. you were just crying to him over the phone, and he’d stayed whilst going out to get what you can only assume is things like sour patch kids and vanilla ice cream, which you could see at the top of the bag. your favourites.

“girls night?” he smirked and raised the bags at his sides.

all you can do is smile ear to ear, and wrap him in a tight hug. he leaned into you, basking in your sweet citrusy perfume.

“you’re my favourite, spencie.” you say into his shoulder.

as you both walk inside, charlie comes bounding over to spencer, his favourite person.

“who’s a good boy! charlie is!” spencer was now crouchedby your kitchen island, fussing over your dog as you walked to put on something more comfortable. you slid on some track pants and an old atari hoodie. walking back into your kitchen, spencer has unpacked the bags, and is creating his favourite conconction, The Agnew Sundae. basically the most sickeningly sweet ice cream ever. his dad made it for you both in the summer, and it consisted of:

vanilla ice cream

chocolate syrup

caramel sauce

whipped cream

sprinkles

mini marshmallows

chocolate chips

m&ms

and some crushed oreos to finish.

god, you know you’re going to regret this later, but boy was it a good way to cheer you up.

also strewn on the counter was his switch and copy of animal crossing, a few of his dvd’s for you to watch, and his mom’s chocolate chip cookies.

“spencer, how on earth did you get these? your mom lives across the country!” you hold up the baggie, and raise an eyebrow.

he looks up from his ice cream assembly station, and smirks.

“a magician never- ow!”

you cut him off by lightly jabbing his arm

“okay okay, she visited not to long ago - when she took you to the mall? and she gave me these to freeze and keep for an important event. i think she’d agree this is important.” you cant help but smile at his remark. you missed you moms.

“i’ll have to ring her later to thank her.” you say.

the night goes on, and you and spencer sit on the couch under a blanket watching barbie princess charm school. because what else are you going to watch?

as the movie goes on, and the effects of the agnew sundae kick in; you were dozing off on his shoulder. towards the end of the movie, so does he. he drifts off, comforted by your soft hair occasionally brushing against his face.

you stir awake, the sun beaming into your eyes through your semi-open blinds, and you’re hit by a wave of memory. everything that happened last night comes flooding back.

james’ call.

spencer’s call.

spencer showing up for you.

at the latter, you smile slightly. you prop yourself up on the sofa, and notice the absence of spencer’s warmth by you. frowning slightly, you walk into the kitchen.

“morning sleepyhead” his sweet voice rings through the room

“hey. i thought you’d’ve gone home”

“no, im not that mean! who do you take me for?” he retorts, his attention turning back to the pancakes on the stove.

“pancakes? what time is it?” you come up behind him, putting your chin on his shoulder.

“yeah, and it’s about 10:30.” he leant his head on yours, flipping one. you had to admit, they look pretty good.

“10:30!?” you lift you head in surprise, looking at your phone “shouldn’t we be in work?”

“nope, i called us in sick. said my mom was having surgery. which she is, but i made it sound dramatic so we could stay off.” he looks at you, and smiles slightly.

“well, send her my love! i think i’ll go get dressed now.” he hummed, and you left the room.

opening your closet, you pick out a yellow baggy t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. you pull on some fluffy socks, and slip on a zip up hoodie. walking back out into the living room, spencer walks in with two plates piled high with pancakes, drenched in syrup and strawberries

“so,” you say, a fork full of pancakes in your mouth. “whats the plan for today?”

he looks over at you, and shrugs slightly. “not sure, we could go to the book store you like?”

“ah, you know the way to a girl’s heart“ you put a hand over your chest and giggle a bit.

a few hours later, you walk into the store, door creaking just a bit as a small brass bell chimes overhead. the air is filled with a comforting mix of old paper, leather bindings, and a hint of freshly brewed coffee from the corner cafe that you and spencer like to get tea from. you breathe it in deeply, a sense of calm washing over you. as you walk over the creaky wooden floorboards beneath you, soft warm light filters down from antique lamps, and cast a gentle glow over the rows of books. you ghost your fingertips over the cloth spines while the quiet murmur of whispered conversations and the occasional rustling of pages create a soothing background noise, almost like a lullaby. through spencer’s airpods, syd barrett serenades you both, and his voice blends seamlessly with the ambiance of the store.

“anything good today lemon?” spencer says as he shimmies up next to you in the aisle of towering book shelves, his voice like honey rolling off his tongue. his hair was unruly as always, but he looked so pretty in this light. his face was littered with freckles that you wish you could kiss. he’s smiling at you, and it snaps you back to reality, and reminds you of the fact you’re staring at him

“uh, yeah, i think i’ll get this one” you smile back, holding up a copy of memoirs of a geisha by arthur golden

“cool, shayne likes that one i think. but he likes every book so…” he smiles at his own remark “um, you want me to grab our normal seats in the cafe while you pay for that?”

“yes, please!” you reply eagerly, smiling as he walked off.

you walk up to the cashier, an older lady who always gives you a bookmark.

“thank you m’darlin’, have a lovely day!”

“you too mrs bryson!” you reply, heading over to spencer who’s sat in some plush leather armchairs. as you sit in comfortable silence with him, time seems to slow down, and for a moment, it's just you, spencer, the books, and the comforting atmosphere of this charming bookstore.

“i got you your sweet tea.” he says, handing you a plastic cup filled with your favourite tea.

he remembered.

fuck.

you were in love with spencer agnew, and it took you him handing you your favourite tea to realise it.

“thanks spence.” you say, still grasping the feelings in your chest.

while you read you book and drink your tea, you feel your attention drifting to him. you can't help but glance up from the pages every now and then, watching him as he sits across from you, his focus on his own book. his fingers absently tracing the rim of his coffee mug, his brow furrowing as he reads. the way the sunlight filters through the small window, casting a warm glow across his hair, highlighting the subtle streaks of lighter brown among his dark curls. you find yourself smiling at the sight of him, wondering when these small, mundane moments began to mean so much to you. the bookstore is quiet, aside for the murmur of others reading or talking in hushed tones. yet, with spencer sitting just a few feet away, the world feels like it's faded to the background. it's just you and him, sharing this space, this moment. you watch the way his lips move slightly as he reads, how he occasionally tilts his head in concentration, and the way his eyes light up when he finds something particularly interesting. as he looks up and catches you watching him, you feel a rush of warmth spreading through your chest. he smiles at you, a slow, easy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. he raises an eyebrow, and you quickly look back down at your book, feeling your cheeks flush. but you can't help it; your gaze finds its way back to him, like he's the most interesting story in the room. he seems to notice the shift in the air between you. he closes his book and leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.

“everything okay?” he asks, his voice gentle, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

“yeah,” you reply, trying to sound casual, though your heart is racing. “just... glad to be here with you.”

he nods, his smile growing a bit wider. “me too.”

as he settles back into his chair, you realize that this simple exchange has changed something. the air feels lighter, the connection between you stronger. you may have come here to read and relax, but now, sitting across from spencer, you know you've found something else entirely - something you never want to let go of.

as you leave the store, you’re panicking slightly as you realise you don’t know what to do. so instead you make up an excuse.

“i forgot my keys ," you blurt out, looking back at the bookstore. it's a thin excuse, but spencer doesn't seem to notice. he simply nods, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"do you want me to wait for you?" he asks, already reaching for his phone to check the time.

"no, it's fine," you reply quickly. "you can go ahead. i’ll just be a minute."

spencer seems reluctant to leave, but he nods, offering a warm smile before stepping out onto the street. you watch him walk away, his figure blending into the crowd as he heads toward the main crossing. your heart sinks a little as he disappears from view, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing pulse.

the bookstore feels different now. the warm glow and soft murmurs are still there, but without spencer, it's like the color has faded a bit. you stand by the door, uncertain of what to do next. you could go back outside, catch up with him, and just say it. tell him how you feel. but the words seem stuck in your throat, and the thought of laying your feelings bare feels like too much, too soon.

you step back inside, pretending to look for something you might have left behind. the stacks of books seem to stretch endlessly in front of you, a maze of comforting distractions. you wander through the aisles, hoping to calm your racing thoughts, but all you can think about is spencer - his smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the warmth of his voice.

eventually, you find a quiet corner and sit down, closing your eyes for a moment. you know you have to do something. you can't just let him walk away without knowing how much he means to you. but the fear of rejection, of changing everything, feels overwhelming.

you realize you need time to sort through your feelings, to figure out the best way to approach this. with a heavy heart, you decide to make your way home, hoping the familiar surroundings will bring clarity. as you step out onto the street, the cool breeze brushes against your skin, and you take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside you.

on the journey home, you replay the moments with spencer in your mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of how much he means to you. you know you can't keep hiding your feelings, but you also know you need to approach this with caution. as you unlock the door to your apartment, you make a silent promise to yourself—to take the time you need, to listen to your heart, and to find the courage to follow where it leads, even if it means risking everything for him.

when you get home, spencer tries calling you as he paces around his bedroom, his phone pressed against his ear. the ringing continues, but there's no answer. he frowns, feeling an uneasy twist in his stomach. maybe you're still in the bookstore. maybe your phone is on silent, or maybe you're just busy. he tells himself there's a reasonable explanation, but the doubt lingers.

as he walks to his kitchen, he dials again. this time, the call goes straight to voicemail. his instincts tell him something isn't right. the keys excuse felt odd, and your hurried departure only amplifies his worry. he takes a moment to think, then leaves his apartment, jumps in his car, starts the engine, and drives toward your apartment.

the streets pass in a blur as he navigates through the evening traffic, his mind racing with possibilities. he finds a parking spot near your building and heads to your door. the hallway is quiet, save for the distant sound of a tv from a neighbouring apartment. he takes a deep breath and knocks.

nothing.

he knocks again, this time a little louder. the knot in his stomach tightens. what if something's wrong? what if he's too late? he knocks a third time, and this time, he hears a faint rustling from inside. the door opens slowly, and there you are, standing in the doorway with a look of surprise and confusion.

"spence?" you say, blinking at him as if he's the last person you expected to see.

"i - i was worried," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. "you didn't answer your phone, and i - i didn't know if you were okay."

you tilt your head, trying to process why he's here. his eyes search yours, and you can tell he's anxious, almost desperate to explain himself. "i'm fine," you say, "just had some stuff to think about."

he nods, but you can see he's not entirely convinced. there's something else, something deeper. he takes a step back, as if he's about to leave, but then he hesitates. "i - i have to tell you something," he blurts out, his words coming out in a rush. "i like you. like a lot. like i think i love you? and i know it might be weird, and i don't want to mess things up, but I just had to say it - because i couldn't keep it to myself anymore.”

he looks at you, his eyes full of emotions you can't quite decipher yet. you nod, urging him to continue, even though your own heart is racing. there's something in his gaze that makes you realize this isn't just any confession - this is something that's been building for a long time.

"i've liked you since we were kids," he says, almost breathlessly. "i mean, you were always the coolest person I knew. you didn't care what anyone else thought. you were smart and funny and just... so genuinely kind. i remember when we used to ride our bikes around the neighbourhood, and you'd always be the first one to try something new. like, remember when you climbed that huge tree in mr lawson's yard just because you wanted to see the view from the top? i thought you were so brave."

he chuckles softly, his gaze softening as he reminisces. "and then, when we got older, you were always there for me. when my parents split up, and i felt like everything was falling apart, you were the one who came over with a pizza and just listened. you didn't try to fix it; you just let me talk. that's something i've always loved about you. you're a great listener, and you care about people. like, really care."

he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes locking with yours. "it's not just that, though. It's the little things, too. the way you laugh at the dumbest of angela’s jokes, the way you get excited about your favorite books, and how you always know the right thing to say when I'm feeling down. you make everything feel... lighter, you know? like, even when things are tough, you find a way to make it better."

spencer pauses, his voice growing more earnest. "so yeah, i've um, been holding onto this for a while, and i just, couldn't keep pretending that i didn't feel this way. i like you - a lot. and i don't know if you feel the same way, but i just couldn't not tell you anymore."

he takes a step back, the tension in his shoulders indicating that he's prepared to leave if needed. "i don't want to make things weird between us. if you don't feel the same, that's okay. i just had to say it, because you're the best thing in my life, and i can't keep acting like you aren't."

his confession takes you by surprise, but as he speaks, you feel a surge of warmth in your chest. the words you were struggling to say are suddenly so clear, so obvious. you watch as he starts to turn away, his shoulders slumping in resignation. before he can take another step, you grab his arm and pull him back, your lips pressing against his in a gentle, yet desperate kiss.

he freezes for a moment, stunned by your sudden action, then his arms wrap around you, pulling you close. when you finally break the kiss, you look into his eyes, and there's no doubt, no hesitation.

"it's always been you," you whisper, your voice soft but sure. "you're my person, spencer."

he hugs you tightly, his grip firm and comforting, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. it's a perfect moment, one that feels like the beginning of something new, something beautiful.

and as you stand there in each other's embrace, you know that everything's going to be okay, because you have each other. and that's all that matters.

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #smoshyourheadin #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #arasha lalani #courtney miller #shayne topp

[giggly-toybox]

now that you're writing for One Piece, if you don't mind, u could share some general tickling thoughts/headcanons on the series? (hcs of characters, scenarios between them etc) if this is too broad u can feel free to ignore, thanks!

HI OKAY SO!!!! I was literally so excited to make this bc this show has absolutely taken over my brain AAAAA

But here we go! For now, we’ll only be doing MY personal favorite characters! If you want a character that isn’t on here, let me know when requests open up again!

Also note: I am in the middle of the Marineford arc (and might have cried a little bit) meaning I am nowhere near up to date with some of the newer stuff!

Basil Hawkins:

EASILY my favorite character. Me and my mutual have been rambling about him for days. So far he’s only had like eight minutes of screen time so don’t know why I like him so much, I just do. My silly babygirl. My borblo Right off the bat, he’s feather ticklish

Like, really. Feathers affect him more than actual fingers

I think he has a very gentle and soft laugh most of the time, but it can get loud if you hit a bad spot

I think his worst spots are his belly, neck, and chin

If you use a feather on any of those spots he will die

EXTREMELY squirmy. He will buck, kick, shove, squirm, whatever he has to do to get away

He’s a really gentle ler most of the time

He’ll just hold you close with an arm while he mindlessly traces his finger on your belly, reading his cards like nothings happening

If you want to get away he’ll let you

But if you tickle him first, that gentleness is thrown out the window and he immediately targets your death spots, scribbling his gloved fingers all over your squirming figure

He doesn’t do it for long tho, and he’s nice enough to get you some water afterwards :)

Perona:

MY GIRLLLL! I love her so so much she’s easily my favorite female character! I just love her style sm, I need her outfit! I love her little ghosts and her aesthetic as a whole, she’s just so pretty!

Persona just oozes sister vibes, both big and little. So I would say she’s an even 50/50 switch

She’s probably ticklish all over, but I would say her worst spot is her belly, specifically her belly button

She doesn’t shut up when being tickled. She’ll scream, beg, plead, complain, or try to distract you

Either that or she’ll send her ghosts to make you depressed

She would be such a brat after being tickled tbh 😭

She would pout and scold you before eventually moving on and floating away

She only tickles things she deems cute, so if you’re not cute in her book, you’re safe

But once she has you in her sights, she’ll playfully tackle you and absolutely wreck you

She likes your cute laugher :3

Crocodile:

My boy Crocodile! Gosh he’s just so cool. I didn’t like him too much in the Alabasta arc, but he got a lot better in Impel Down and Marineford! I just really love the way he looks, and his sand powers :3

Yeah…In all honesty I don’t think this guys really ticklish at all

As much as it pains me to admit

The only spot that could really make him laugh is his neck

Even then all you would get are a few chuckles

He’s not sensitive enough to wreck sorry 😔

He doesn’t really participate in tickling either

He thinks it’s childish

Nico Robin:

The best Strawhat. I do not take criticism. She is my girl and I love her so much. Her “I want to live” made my heart ache! And she easily has my favorite devil fruit

We love a canon ler

Gosh her ability is so well for tickling as we’ve seen in the show twice!

Like she can summon two arms to hold yours and then two to tickle you silly

She’s a nice ler most of the time tho, she won’t torture you for too long

As a lee I think she’s one of those people that are ticklish on most of their body, but not too ticklish

Like no matter where you tickle her, tummy, neck, feet, she’ll giggle but that’s about it

As I’ve said before I think her worst spot are her sides so that’s where you’ll get the most reaction

She’s a bit louder but other than that there’s not really a lot of difference

She had a lovely laugh though <3

Jewelry Bonney:

Another supernova! I really like Bonney, I find her devil fruit really interesting! I can’t wait to see more of her Ticklish thighs. I don’t take criticism she’s definitely weak there

She also has pretty sensitive armpits, but her thighs are a bit worse

Her laugher is kinda rough, and she definitely snorts

If you’re really close to her, she doesn’t mind being ticked by you

But if not you’re getting kicked in the face

Since she’s a big foodie, I see her favorite tickling methods to be things like nibbling or raspberries

I would say licking too but I’m super uncomfortable with licking tickles

X Drake:

X Drake! I love him so much, my dinosaur boy. He easily has the best animal devil fruit so far (I forget what the type is called)

While I do think he’s ticklish, I think he has a lot of tolerance for those kind of things

I mean he used to be a rear admiral he definitely has some endurance

He doesn’t actually squirm around that much. He’ll flinch and shove a bit, maybe kick his legs a few times, but for the most part he just takes it

But he does have one weakness: raspberries

If you blow one right on his belly, like on the middle of the bottom of the huge X on his torso, he’ll laugh louder then the sea

He’s definitely more of a ler. I see him tickling people in his dinosaur form

Like he’s carrying them like a doll and tickling them all over

Or holding them by the ankles and wrecking their soles

Human or dinosaur form, if he’s tickling you you’re not escaping until he lets you go

#one piece #one piece tickle #basil hawkins #perona #sir crocodile #nico robin #jewelry bonney #x drake #honorable mention: bon clay #i love him so so so much! #i just…couldnt think of any hcs for him 🥲 #forgive me #this took an embarrassingly long time to finish 😭 #but im so happy with it! #i hope you all like them :)

[isa-ghost]

May I humbly ask for more q!phil headcanons? 👉👈

Fuck yeah concrete >:D

Previous Sets: Set 1 Set 2 Set 3 Set 4 Set 5

M O R E

He'll go above & beyond for his friends for as long as it takes, but when a situation proves futile or hopeless, he gives up. And hates it. He feels guilty for it even when he knows there's nothing more he can do. He also HATES being helpless (it's part of why he's taking being grounded so hard)

Once his mind is made up, it's made up. It's very hard to change his mind. You practically need a PowerPoint of irrefutable facts & proof of why he should think another way

Yeah. He's stubborn. It can be infuriating. But it comes from a place of life experience, knowing what he wants, and a hint of paranoia for flavor. It's not exactly a flaw, but it does act as a detriment sometimes

And don't get him wrong, he doesn't always like being stubborn. Sometimes he just can't imagine things any other way than how he's picturing. He does feel bad sometimes about being the way he is. He has a hard time trusting things that aren't his gut or Rose

He's grown to like walks. He misses flying obv but walkies are pretty okay. He still gets to see neat stuff, and clear his head if his paranoia isn't too awful

He knows he's losing touch with reality slowly. He's just unaware there's words for it (derealization, dissociation). And he tries really hard not to think about it, it makes him sick with dread because once again, it gnaws at his ability to control his situation or himself

Btw that's one of his deepest fears if it wasn't obvious. Like yeah he has basic bitch fears that most other people have like losing loved ones or w/e, but his personal Big Fear is the loss of his autonomy. It's part of why he's an anarchist & hates the Federation, another part of why being flightless is killing him inside, and part of why Ender King scares him. Especially after Rose's most recent message (1/17/24) said EK has no vessel. Phil's mind shot right to "He needs a vessel and that vessel is me. That's what he wants."

He does NOT like acknowledging that to a degree, he & Ender King DO have things in common. He constantly rationalizes it in his brain as "I have crow brain, I collect the things that look shiny & cool. Ender King is malicious, it's not the same."

Lowkey hates the quiet. It's nice to get out of chaotic environments for bit, but that doesn't mean the silence will grant him peace. He starts getting lost in his own head, or winds up understimulated. Music is a good buffer. Ideally though, he likes having the kids or one person to bounce off of (& keep him mentally grounded when he's stressed). It's why he adventures with Fit so often.

Speaking of silence, and calling back to fears, there's something so inexplicably uncomfortable to him about footsteps that aren't his, esp in quiet. See, the admins invisible Federation workers that just monitor things, he can usually tolerate those bc it's easy to guess when it's them he's accompanied by & not an unknown presence. But man, when he knows he should absolutely be alone atm but hears movement that isn't his own, his adrenaline shoots through the roof. (Little does he know, that's Hardcore Instincts kicking in. He's used to that movement being a mob out to kill him)

Rose's Sanctuary is a fitting enough "altar" for her, so to speak. Even though she made it herself. The Goddess of Death however, Phil needs something for her. He has a locket with a wither rose engraved in it for now, he doesn't want to be questioned by his friends why there's a weird purple & black altar in his house when,,, he might have to tell them there's (an entirely different) purple & black motherfucker trying to maybe possess him who Is Very Bad. Also there's no way they'd believe he's married to a goddess. He can hear Fit laughing already.

He keeps getting distracted but he really wants to either build a practice range for bows or just. Go on a solo adventure shaking off the rust on his aim. He misses the rush of pride he gets when he snipes something so flawlessly. He also procrastinates on it when he's Not distracted bc he has the scythe & he's in love with it. (Also it's a symbol of Death Wife)

Every now and then he'll banter with the invisible Feds trying to bargain with them for the Good Shit(tm) Mexican food they had at Mexican Independence Day. Things have been so chaotic lately he hasn't gotten the chance to ask Chayanne to make them & like HELL he could successfully make them himself

That said, he's actually not a terrible cook like he claims. He just hates how laborious cooking can be LMAO.

Even so, he still really wants to cook for Missa. Purely for bonding reasons. He has no idea Missa would probably crush even harder on him, Phil still thinks they're mutually platonic.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons

[player1064]

loving these drabbles and in need of some nice fluffiness so any chance for carraville being cute and very openly in love and slightly affectionate during the bts bits before stick to football :)

bts bits of stick to football are my LIFE FORCE honestly like. they're so insane about each other. they're SO insane about each other. also we r on the same wavelength bc literally all weekend I've been imagining what the bts bits would be like if they were all gross and couple-y and I have come to the conclusion that they would be INSUFFERABLE. obviously. and ignore everyone else to talk all sweetly to each other about random nonsense I HATE THEM!!!

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“You’re sittin’ very far away, are you sittin’ far away?”

“I think –” Jamie starts, then has to pause so that the makeup artist can tilt his head slightly “—I think it’s the same as always, in’t it? Not like there’s much space back ‘ere, anyway.”

“Oh.”

Gary looks forlornly at his stool and gets up onto it, looking back and forth between himself and Jamie a few times as he does. He reaches across the table for a croissant, tears a piece off the end to nibble at tragically.

“Jamie, what is wrong with you, man?” asks Wrighty as he walks up to the bar with Roy. “Look at him, he’s all out of sorts! Can’t you shift your chair right an inch or two?”

Someone in the background mumbles something about camera positioning and tape markers on the floor, and Roy waves a hand towards them in agreement. “The chairs are exactly the same as they are every week! Jesus, Wrighty, you’re too soft on the lad.”

Jamie knows a losing battle when he sees one, mainly because every battle with Gary is a losing one, so he shifts his stool an inch closer to Gary’s.

“There, was’at so hard?” Gary says triumphantly, turning to Jamie all glowy, like.

They’re now sitting close enough that Jamie can knock his knee into Gary’s, which he does before he turns to the others and rolls his eyes.

Jill wanders over and starts chatting to Roy and Wrighty about something, weekend plans or football games maybe, Jamie’s not really paying attention. He takes the momentary pause in conversation on their side of the table to turn and look at Gary, leaning an arm on the counter so that he can rest his head in his hand.

Gary mirrors the gesture, kicks one foot out to gently knock the side of Jamie’s ankle. “Hiya,” he murmurs.

It’s annoying, how easily this filthy Manc can make him go all soft. “Hi yourself,” he replies with a smile. “Yer gonna out us to all your subscribers, you carry on like this.”

“Eh, we’ll edit around it,” Gary says, with all the confidence of someone who has no idea how editing works. “I missed ya, y’know.”

“I’ve only been in London two days, lad, y’don’t need to be so clingy. ‘s not becoming of a lady.”

“Shush, you. I were thinkin’, yeah, maybe when season’s over we could go somewhere for a bit.”

“Oh, you were thinkin’ were ya?”

“Mmm, somewhere warm. With private beach, maybe.”

“Won’t you have the Euros?”

“Dunno, maybe I’ll skip ‘em this year. Take it easy, like.”

Jamie never thought he’d see the day that Gary Neville willingly turned down work, and yet – he grins at him, reaches forwards to flick at Gary’s chest fondly.

He hears someone clear their throat, which instantly pulls him back to his surroundings and to the fact that the other conversations in the room seem to have ended. He huffs a laugh and leans back, raises an eyebrow at Roy.

Roy looks between Jamie and Gary with a smirk. Gary, seemingly unaware, closes the newly formed space between them by reaching over to tap Jamie on the elbow.

“Jamie,” he says, “Jamie, can you pass me the toffee popcorns?”

“No, they’re no good for ya,” Jamie replies. “’ave a satsuma instead.”

He makes the mistake of glancing over to Gary as he says this, who shoots him the most miserable little pout he’s ever seen in his life.

He wordlessly slides the bowl of popcorn over to him.

“Jamie,” Roy says, biting into the mini roll that Wrighty’s just handed him, “You have a problem. Seriously, I think you need help. An intervention, or summat.”

“Aw, no, I think it’s sweet,” says Jill. “Weren’t you ever young an’ in love?”

“They’re nearly fifty!”

#gary: clingy little idiot baby. #jamie: completely utterly whipped #roy: wondering how he can get off this podcast #thank u for the suggestion!! it was funn and also an excuse to watch the bts bits of stf episodes #carraville #drabbles

[i-bring-crack]

Small review that just popped as I was talking on a fanfiction comment so, here you go.

Spoilers for SL Ragnarok because of course there is.

A small analysis on Antares as a character:

1) Born to destroy and raised to kill. While I don't know how much of a hold the dark fragment inside of him has, it does show that he can easily advert that whenever he wants to,(I.e being able to mediate things between the monarchs, wait out until the final years every time just to win the war, and even befriend ashborn despite being a former ruler.) He still chooses war, and most importantly winning, over everything. So I do guess he was also raised with that mentality to become the strongest and to become a warrior, even more so than a protector.

2)He is capable of tactical fighting instead of brute force, but his ego, and him wanting the glory of an all out strength is what he likes the most. Like a viking, he sees its better to die in glory than to run away from the fight.

3) He is a perfectionist by all regards, from wanting to be the strongest (dragon emperor and stuff) to wanting to be the best at everything even in trivial things (in the extras he would rather prove himself to be capable of being punctual than killing someone over accusing him of being late. And this chapter idk how to feel about it because one hand it gives the most characterization of him while simultaneously playing into that hoop of "is he like this or is that how jinwoo sees him?" — I take it both way honestly, and practically funny to think that jinwoo sees him in that perfectionist light as well. But anyways it is still clear to his character in SL R so I give it a lot of passes.

4) He surprisingly sees everyone as equals. In the regard that they are all weak after to him and hardly deserve his attention. Maybe for the monarchs and Rulers he give a bit more attention, and we'll for ashborn/jinwoo he is practically head over heel—*shot to death* I mean quite obsessed with them due to how powerful they are, so they pose a bigger threat to him and his perfect status (see this could have all been resolved if they kis—) not to mention how both embody their fragments and purposes really well.— But I digress, in the dream (and in part of SL R) he doesn't care much about humans, could have easily chosen another planet to invade and it would have been the same to him, he even pits the magic beasts on the same level as them because it doesn't matter much to them as the powerful. So in the end what he cares about isn't species or race, it's about how powerful you prove yourself to be. (And yeah, it's why Suho somewhat managed to become his successor. And even then Antares wants him to reach a certain level before he can fully access his power. He was literally going to take his power to the grave bc everyone was weak 😭. Bro was ready to extinct his species.)

5) This is going to be purely SLR topic but... a good parent?? Well— I— he's knowledgeable, quite so, in raising his species. And frankly maybe might be knowledgeable in other things because of that perfectionist ego of his so— but it's uh, it's cute to know that IF it benefits him he does try to care for the young (dragons) and is good at it.*CRYING. SOBBING. SQUEALING. KICKING*. When I tell you he is literally like a nagging mother you will think im in delulu (which kinda but its real please believe meee)—

6)Another spoiler to SLR, no matter how weak some parts of his species is, he does feel distate when they are disrespected by others. He has his pride in being a dragon but also some(tiny) empathy to other dragons being mistreated and hurt by others. (Idk it's just empathy for dragons or if it could extend to having a semblance of empathy for other species who are being exploited from their power, but it's there. And he finds it disgusting more than anything.)

There is more to say about him but I don't have enough time right now so I'll probably reblog this with edits later on and more exposition on the points.

#solo leveling #solo leveling Antares #sl antares #Destruction Monarch

[virgincels]

hai sweetpea :3 ddlg on the brain again um but not only that.. i NEED ddlg with leon and mdlg with claire even tho i think that would never work out . but just hear me out !! ok bc claire and leon are so mommy and daddy it’s not fair. and leon would absolutely call claire mommy but i don’t think she would call him daddy unless she was like sweet talking u while he’s fucking u .. like oh do u want daddy to play with u like that? u think mommy could do it better? but she would never ever ever call him daddy to his face like it’s only when she’s talking to u in a sexual context . but claire is mommy all the time to leon like mommy and i are going to the store but we’ll be home soon sweetheart.. and claire is just like ok leon. he says it’s for ur sake but claire just thinks he’s a dog idk

also feel like claire really doubts leon’s abilities to fuck . like will not let him touch her unless if she’s telling him how to do it. think maybe they try cucking u as a punishment one time and claire just hated every second of it. so now u and her cuck leon sometimes :3 claire also gets cucked but it’s only when she wants. like will just sit and watch and tell u what a good job ur doing but will be so mean to leon and tell him he’s not doing anything right like tries to grab his hips and everything and he gets embarrassed so quick so she takes over anyways and leon gets cucked in the end!

they’re both pretty nice and lenient but when claire is upset it’s not just leon that she’s mean to now. she’s definitely one to edge u and just not let u cum or she’ll force u to go down on her and just get nothing in return. or maybe the complete opposite and it’ll just be overstim as a punishment from her. leon just kinda goes along with whatever claire wants bc that’s mommy. and daddy does what mommy says.. think claire likes reg spanking and leon likes pussy spanking . ufh but just imagining cuddle fucking with leon while playing with claire’s tits !! would be a dream to me. sitting on claire’s face while sucking leon off . the possibilities are endless ..

-💉

ugh no bc di cleon that is mom n dad but mom figured out she was lesbian after she gave birth sort of mom and dad BUT I think claire n leon work so well together that it sort of works out like a custody arrangement 😭 I mean they raised sherry 2gether what difference would it make ..

I think when claire is mad at leon it extends to you esp if she’s angry at something like that you low-key defend leon for!! she’s kicking you both out onto the couch and you gotta sleep on Leon’s chest and sniffle and sulk bc mommy is mad like this is so sick she’s so mean and he’s just like I know baby daddy’s sorry for saying that he didn’t gaf ab the baby white rhino born in captivity 😞

BUT YEAHHHSHHDFB NO THATS SO REAL thwyre always in competition but it’s.. mainly just leon putting it on for Claire to take control idk if that makes sense like he knows he’s losing either way so the fight he puts up is so weak.. he always ends up just being used as a dildo 😭 but yah sometimes she’s watching the two of you and she gets frustrated and she’s like don’t worry baby mommy can teach daddy how to do that

AND YEAH IDK they r nice and let you get away with a lot.. they would prefer u playful n happy than quiet and obedient idk 😞 neither of them are actually sticklers for rules they let you do what you want half the time..

#inbox 💌 #💉 anon

[crispplant]

TWST BUT ITS MY STONER HCS FOR THEM I GUESS

guys I don’t know how to make the text a diff color how do I do that. NVM I FIFURED IT OUT

Anyways um my hcs for twst gang on whether or not they smoke b. C I’m high rn & I want to

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle: u look me in the eye & tell me he hasn’t tried taking a hit at least once. He broke the rules like once when he was younger he’s definitely done it again. Trey & Chenya offered him a hit once btw I was there. I think it was just a one time thing for him tho, he did it once & decided he didn’t like it so he hasn’t done it since

Ace: not a stoner and has not smoked before, but deffo wants to. If u asked him to join a sesh he’d be like hell yeah & then be internally shitting himself bc it’s his first time smoking. Gets the munchies when he’s high (bro would luv Taco Bell btw)

Deuce: somehow I think he hasn’t yet. wants to try it but also a lil nervous abt it idk. would only smoke with ppl hes totally comfy with (ace, yuu, u get it)

Cater: trying to fight off the demons telling me he’d be a stoner but like. I just feel like he Could be ynk. Actually. I think he’s the type to only have hit pens before. I think he has a pen. Bro probably suddenly panics and pats down all his pockets going “where’s my pen”. I mean this in the most endearing way I luv him okay

Trey: also fighting off the demons telling me he’d be a stoner. I thinkkkk……I think he would not be a stoner but he’d be so chill w someone being like do u wanna join a sesh. I think he’s used to chenya smoking so he’d be so good at babysitting anyone who needs to be watched if they get a lil too high ynk. the big brother instinct kicks in & he’s like “okay you need to Sit down” (and sat I will be🫡)

SAVANACLAW

Leona: oh man. Oh man. Leona’s a stoner & I know bc I smoke w him btw. it just feels right ynk idk I just think he needs Smthn to keep him sane at that school and I just think part of it is weed. He shares w ruggie sometimes bc they’re actually bestest friends in the whole wide world obvi.

Ruggie: I think he picks up for whenever leona buys another ounce. He’s like walking thru the halls of nrc w an ounce on him & if anyone asks him abt it he’s just like haha idk what u mean. really only smokes w leona but will always say yes to a sesh if he’s invited. Deffo gets munchies & cooks up some banger meals for him & whoever he’s with. Coughs like a mf tho. He’ll be like choking so bad & leona has to be like “r u good”.

Jack: no. He’d just side eye someone if he smells weed on them. The way dogs do ynk. That’s all

OCTAVINELLE

Azul: no 1 azul hater tries to make hc for azul that doesn’t include being mean to him challenge. Level impossible. um . He um . I think no, he definitely watches the tweels get high & goes what the hell.freaks. but I don’t think he’s ever rlly felt compelled to smoke anyways

Jade: o ya. Ya. Hes so a stoner. I do think he prefers shrooms & grows his own but he enjoys getting high from anything natural 🫶

Floyd: u look me in the eye & tell me this freak isn’t a stoner. He’s probably stoned more days than not esp during class idfk. He gets rlly quiet if he gets high enough tho. He just has many thoughts.

SCARABIA

Kalim: another one I’m split on idk. I rlly think it could go either way. Ummmmm ok he smokes occasionally & gets a lil paranoid whenever he’s high enough but knows how to just 🤫 sit quietly with his thoughts and talk himself thru it

Jamil: stoner. Same reasons as leona I think, he just needs smthn to decompress sometimes. will NOT smoke w kalim bc he feels the need to babysit him always. Probably smokes every night after kalims asleep just so he doesn’t have to worry abt anything 🙏

POMEFIORE

Vil: not a stoner but will occasionally smoke. weed has health benefits but the actual smoke will fuck up his vocal chords if he does it enough so he only does it sometimes 🤫

Rook: no. As much as I want to say yes I feel like he’s enough of a freak to enjoy being sober all the time ynk. He’s probably like *french accent* “augh non✨smouqing marajuanna will dull my senses✨I preghfer to stay aleghrt and awaghre at aull times” idk

Epel: oh this kid has been smoking since middle school for sure. He’s made an apple into a pipe once. Doesn’t smoke as much as like leona or jamil but he’s definitely up there. Vil isn’t super fond of the smell of weed so he has to sneak around outside to do anything (unless vil joins).

IGNIHYDE

Idia: this man has never touched weed in his life. He starts getting paranoid before his first hit. I don’t have much to say abt him I don’t know. Oh I do feel like he’s done acid tho?? Idk. He gets nervous abt weed but he just kinda popped a tab once & went on a journey & was fine abt it.

Ortho: um nuh uh. Can he um….would he even be able to….like..inhale…………..sry um anyways. He is not allowed to do drugs anyways

DIASOMNIA

Malleus: He’s gotten high before but he got so paranoid & then hungry & then he passed out for 12 hours so he’s not fond of it. I think if yuu asked him to join a sesh he’d agree tho. He’d be like “haha. Childof man. Of course I will smoke with you. And nothing bad will happen.”

Lilia: HELLLL YEAH HES A STONER. Oh he’s sooo a stoner he knows his shit too he has like five different strains & he’s like do u want this one or this one or this one. Is so so good at taking care of ppl too. Has been thru it all so🫶would be very good to smoke w if it’s ur first time. Also very big advocate for no peer pressuring. Always makes sure everyone’s comfy & not freaking out.

Silver: not a stoner definitely but he’s probably smoked like once or twice. Probably takes the best naps after. But took a bong rip once & did not have a good time. Too much too fast. The room was spinning & he had to lay down.

Sebek: so not a stoner but has smoked one(1) time when mal did. he got so quiet & in his head & ppl kept being like “😟are u okay” bc he wasn’t yelling. Lilia was good abt checking in on him. He was fine he just had so so many thoughts in his brain.

Ok that’s all ty 4 reading🤞🤞

Anyways remember if ur gonna be under the influence of anything 2 stay safe, stay smart, & if soemone tried to peer pressure u into anything then bite them rlly hard🫶

#oh god #I DONT ACTUALLY HATE AZUL HES JUSY FUN TO MAKE FUN OF OKAY #sry abt the horrid french accent I typed in btw #anyways #this is very much just me rambling also sry if they r bad #do we think the profs smoke #idk #I think I’m funny #twst #oh my goddd I am Not tagging each individual name sorry gang #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #hcs #twst hcs #twisted wonderland

[adriabun]

angel this is your free pass ask to go ham about whatever’s on your mind w petyle. i am laying down, kicking my feet, and listening 👀

ive been sitting on this in my inbox for so long just trying to collect my thoughts and so many ppl have asked me that...now it is time.....ok

i think the thing i want to talk most about is the beginning of their relationship and what their relationship actually is ...like what about it is making me lose my marbles...i want to get all of this information out because as the ceo of petyle i need everyone to understand how they are characterised and how to correctly view their relationship. anything outside what i think is simply lies and flanderization..../hj.........

i typically default to college-age setting so thats what ill be centering on but my ideas of their dynamic can be malleable to other ages (canon, high school, post covid at a stretch etc)

pete has always been interested in kyle from a distance- theyve never really spoken, but after stan becomes a normie again after his goth stint michael points stan out at school like 'look at that conformist lol' and petes like 'yeah what a loser. also who the fuck is the guy in green.'

we've seen from basic cable where he has a crush on sophie that he isnt necessarily afraid of putting himself out there when hes interested in someone but hes kind of awkward about it. so he approaches kyle a couple of times to see what his deal is. this makes all the other goth kids INSANE like not in a negative way they r either in disbelief (michael, firkle) or think its hilarious (henrietta) that pete has a crush on kyle, he massively denies its a romantic thing tho bc hes not a gaywad...he just wants to know whats up with this guy and why hes so interesting

ngl kyle is probably suspicious or at least confused as why pete has started talking to him once hes over the initial weirdness he realises pete is kind of chill but the award palatable small talk hes trying to have with kyle is really annoying kyle def snaps at some point and asks him what the fuck pete is trying to gain out of this because its obvious hes not being himself.

pete is stubborn enough to not back down atp, hes not gonna let a conformist own him like that. so he starts being himself so much, to a degree where hes almost saying 'you wanted this, fine here you fucking go' in order to make kyle upset. but it doesnt work oh no!! kyle finds his goth eccentricities and pessimism so stupid thats its endearing!!!

nothing between them is inherently romantic or even entirely..friendly. more than anything they enjoy annoying each other in a constant loop of quips and rolled eyes. but theres just like.. something fiery underneath they wont address until they get wasted at a house party and let the alcohol do the talking

i have a habit of favouring either onesided petyle (on petes side ofc) or one that ends with a bad breakup because #stylesweep so a lot of my thoughts are biased towards that sort of ending. i just like relationship/situationship angst ok ...ive been there many times. a part of this angst is the idea that theyre each just 'the best they can get' in the moment. Pete's too internally self loathing to think kyle is actually in love with him or anything. theyre just having fun. its not serious. he refuses to think into any of it emotionally, though its kind of eating him up inside. meanwhile kyle is literally just taking it as it is. he feels a little guilty. he doesnt like pete like that (???) but he cant deny flirting and fooling around with him is fun. and also a distraction from stan getting back with wendy.

anyway thats what i have for now. let me know if anyone wants any more i guess. or any specifics about their actual relationship that i have bouncing around. idk!

#THANK YOU ALISTER CRIES #south park #sp petyle #pete thelman #kyle broflovski #petyle #answered

[bivwifeybunny]

ik it’s not southern sat but I’ve had 3 different men make me uncomfortable in the span of a week thru unwanted compliments and lots of up and down stares so i just need to read abt southern sap comforting the reader bc southern sap is the only man i am taking compliments from at this time pls and thank you have a nice day <3

- r.

Pairing(s): Southern!Sapnap x reader

Warning(s): Harassment, drunk idiot gets punched, nothin else just really cute fluff

A/N: I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!! Aka back to hopefully posting some more after college absolutely destroyed me last semester lol. As a treat have this Southern!Sapnap fic I wrote in like 3 hours. Guess what time it is for me rn? 5:00 am babyyy 😎 so lookin forward to waking up in a 2 hours 🙃 anyways one last thing, when I wrote this I envisioned Sap as a football player but it's not specific so you can imagine any sport you'd like. Oh wait, last last thing, ik it's not cold in Texas but shush it just fits the plot and i'm too tired to fix it. Hope ya enjoy! (ps, i'm so sorry this took me so long, r hope you enjoy it even if it's like... 3 months late.. my bad.)

You were excited. Rightfully so. You were back in Texas, visiting Sapnap for summer break. College had been kicking your ass, so to say being within arms length of your boyfriend was comforting was an understatement.

The two of you were excited to spend the summer together, spending your first few nights together laying in bed, planning everything you’d do.

One of your plans was to attend more parties. Sapnap’s teammates are known for their raging parties, and in the past you and Sapnap had preferred to do other things, though you did attend on occasion. This summer, however, you wanted to make the most of it and the two of you happened to agree that the best way was through these parties.

Now this was not at all what you pictured.

You were gently bopping to the music that was blaring as you stood outside. You were off to the sidelines, spectating a beer pong match currently going on between Sapnap and his teammate. Nursing the beer in your hands, you began to regret not wearing more layers. Oh well, at least you looked hot as hell even if you were freezing your ass off. Maybe I should keep drinking to warm up. However before you could take another sip, a voice rang through your ears. Way closer than you would’ve liked.

“Hey there, pretty little thing. How’re you doin’ tonight?” The man’s breath fanned over your cheek, causing your nose to wrinkle.

“Fine.” You replied curtly, taking a step away.

“Well I know a few things that could make your night from fine to fantastic.” His eyes raked down your body, either too drunk to take the hint, or blatantly ignoring it.

“Oh yeah? Like what, leaving me alone?” You gave a sarcastic smile, rolling your eyes and folding your arms across your chest.

“Ooh, feisty. I like it,” He smirks, “But as much as I like the attitude, sweetheart, I’d like to fuck it out of you even more.” His hand reaches for your waist, tugging you flush against his body, knocking your drink to the floor in the process.

Your heart rate quickly elevated, eyes darting around looking for Sapnap, quickly locking eyes with your pissed looking boyfriend.

Sapnap slammed down his cup with a laugh and a hiccup, eyes automatically wandering back over to you, eager to see your reaction to how fast he chugged his cup. Instead, he was met by you pressed up against this random guy, looking as uncomfortable as ever, which quickly made his blood boil.

You always liked to think of Sapnap as a bull. He shared lots of characteristics with the animal, not to mention his short, bulky frame. But it was times like these you could really see it. Like as you watched as he pried the drunkard off of you and his fist collided with the guy’s cheek.

The man fell to the floor but quickly staggered back onto his feet, immediately turning to Sapnap. “What the fuck is your problem, man?” He yelled, swaying as he tried to remain upright.

“What’s my problem? You need to learn how to take a fuckin’ hint.” The brunette spat, southern drawl thick from the alcohol, grabbing your hand for comfort. “Even better, learn to take no as an answer. Try to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull next time and leave my girl alone.”

He tugs you away, back inside the bustling house and into one of the unoccupied rooms, away from everyone else. He makes quick work of his jacket, settling it over your shoulders, wanting to warm you up after feeling your cold skin. “Are you okay, darlin’? He didn’t hurt ya, did he? Sorry I didn’t step in sooner, wish I’d noticed earlier-”

His slightly slurred ramblings were cut off by a small kiss. “I’m fine, Sap. A little grossed out, but fine. It didn’t go further than that which is all that matters. You stepped in and prevented that, so thank you.” You smiled reassuringly to which he eagerly returned.

“You’re welcome… was just worried somethin’ had happened.” He murmured, leaning into your touch as your hand came up and cradled his cheek. His hand wrapped around your waist pulling you into a hug and nuzzling his face in your neck. “Can we go home?”

You smiled as you hugged him and ran your fingers through his hair. You knew he wasn’t asking for himself, and the thought of how caring and thoughtful he was even when he was drunk filled you with giddy. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Spend the rest of the night, cuddlin’, yeah?”

“Yeah..” He mumbled in response, nodding his head as he let you lead him back out of the house towards his car. As you were digging in your bag for the keys, two of his teammates came jogging over to you.

“There you guys are. We were looking for you.” The blonde one said, sending you two a smile.

“Yeah, we wanted to see if you were okay and let you know we took care of the guy and sent him on his way with a friend of his who was sober.” The other informed you both, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“What he did wasn’t cool and we hope it doesn’t deter you from coming to another party sometime in the future. We swear they aren’t all like this and we try to handle people like that as soon as we can.” The blonde reassured with a sincere and polite smile.

You smiled in relief at the boys’ kindness. “Thanks, and I’m totally fine. Although I’m lucky Sap here stepped in when he did.” You patted his arm as he chuckled, his arm around you giving you a light squeeze. “And I can promise you we’ll still come to parties in the future.”

The two beamed, high fiving one another.

“Yeah, otherwise how’ll we finish our beer pong match? I was totally kicking your ass.” Sapnap smirked, causing the blonde to scoff.

“Yeah right, that’s why you’re drunk right now?” He retorted, earning a laugh from their other teammate.

“M’not drunk.” Sapnap huffs indignantly, earning a giggle from you as well.

“Alright, we should get going now. See you boys later.” You waved, helping Sapnap into the car before starting the drive home.

As soon as you’re home, you’re making quick work changing into some soft, cozy clothes, aka one of Sapnap’s hoodies and some shorts, and getting Sap to drink some water before getting comfy in your bed together.

He held you closely, sharing your warmth under the blankets as he tucked his head in your chest. “Know you’re gorgeous an’ all but people are dicks. Need to learn boundaries. Especially when it comes to my girl.” He kissed your lips before settling back into his cozy position. “Love you, darlin’, g’night..” He murmurs softly before he begins to snore.

You can’t stop the smile on your face, nor the way your face heats up at his words, though you know you don’t really want to. “Love you too, Sap.. goodnight..” You grin as you nuzzle into his embrace and close your eyes. The things this boy does to me…

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[fightertown-usa]

mamma mia! (i) ( top gun x reader )

rooster x fem!reader; bob x fem!reader; hangman x fem!reader

synopsis: its basically mamma mia 2 au  but top gun remix; uhm reader sleeping w three diff guys, youll get the gist. also i started like quoting random lyrics bare w me i got carried away

word count: 4.4k

warnings: mamma mia?reader being sad bc her friends r somewhere else; also unedited bc i dont like reading my writing lol

notes: 

tagged: @viscountesskatesharma HERE WE GOO

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part two - coming soon!

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after graduating top gun, the cold, hard truth hit you: you were bored. you were stationed somewhere in nevada, and nothing had come in for you, you had no excuse to go hop in a multi million dollar fighter pilot and go kick some ass. instead, you spent your days at the base, bored, and your nights at the nearby bar. and on this fine evening, you headed down to the nearby bar, sadly dubbed “middle o’ nowhere”. you didn’t bother to change out of your basic uniform, some straight leg khakis, a crisp white shirt, and you threw your flight jacket on for good measure, your call sign adorned on it, it read: dynamo. (yes like donna and the dynamos, i know what im doing w this !)

another sad truth, was that you missed your two best friends, rosie and tanya, who were off stationed in the middle of the pacific. god, you missed them. you were supposed to meet up with them in greece soon, but soon seemed so, so far away from today. so, here you were, walking into the middle o’ nowhere, ready to down a few drinks and wallow in your own lonesomeness. or, so you thought. you’d spend your last day before being shipped off to california drowning in vodka, or whatever you could get your hands on.

lost in your thoughts, you were suddenly snapped out of them when you ran into a stranger, knocking you back slightly, but not hard enough to send you falling. he instantly reached out and grabbed your forearm to steady you, as he starting spewing apologies, apologizing that he hadn’t been looking where he was going. you finally looked up at him, and were met by piercing blue eyes, and you froze as you studied his face. he was easy on the eyes, that was for sure. his aviator glasses gave him some boyish charm, and his hair was parted to the side and slicked back, giving him a clean look. you suddenly remembered to respond when he asked if you were okay. “yeah, it’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you said cooly, but the blonde refused your apology. “captain l/n, i’m so so sorry, is there anything i can do to make it up to you,” he said again, and you wondered how you’d never seen this guy before. maybe you’re time in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t have been so bad if you had actually looked around at your colleagues. 

“yeah, lt. floyd, you can buy me a drink,” you said smugly, catching him by surprise as he realized you’d read his name tag, and by the fact that you, one of the most reserved people in the nevada station he’d ever met, actually wanted him, a lowly lt. to buy you a drink. he’d never even seen you talk to anyone unless it was business related, and despite the fact of being three doors down from your room for the past year, he’d never even seen anyone go in or out of it besides you. “oh-okay!” bob said, a little dumbfounded which made you chuckle as you led him to the bar. 

a few drinks in, you had explained to bob how you had plans to go to greece with your friends, how you loved to play the guitar, which led to bob telling you you could have his after he gave up on trying to were. you made sure to leave out how you were leaving the next morning for california, slightly hoping maybe he’d make a move tonight. the truth was, bob had fallen under your spell. he had always thought you were gorgeous, and actually being able to talk to you just showed him how much of a great person you were. it didn’t help that you managed to look so damn fine in your plain white t-shirt and khakis. and for the first time in a while, bob actually had some confidence that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with you. 

with waterloo by abba playing in the background, you began humming along, smiling as you listened to it. to say you were a big abba fan was an understatement, and who knows, maybe someday you’d face your waterloo. right now, bob was pretty sure he was facing his right now. 

waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you

it was hard to resist him, and your loneliness wasn’t helping how the more you kept looking at him, the more you realized how absolutely gorgeous bob was. he seemed sweet and nerdy at first, but you could only imagined how ripped he was under his khaki uniform. was it bad you were already fantasizing about you begging for him to ruin you? probably. did you care? no. 

bob, on the other hand, hated how fast he was falling for you in the moment. poor bob, he was just a hopeless romantic searching for love, and you, well, you were searching for a night you didn’t have to spend by yourself. as the two of you walked back to your quarters, bob suddenly asked you a question out of the middle of nowhere. “could you maybe, i dont know, move your bag to your other shoulder?” he inquired, and you gave him a puzzled look. “weird, but okay?” you responded, shifting your bag to your other shoulder. “sorry, i just, makes it easier for our hands to brush up against each other, and i might, spontaneously take your hand or something like that,” bob spoke, earning a laugh out of you. “or you could just ask to hold it,” you said, and he gave you a sheepish look. “that was my backup plan,” he said as he took your hand, as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you approached your quarters. 

“what if i spontaneously invited you in,” bob said quietly.

“i’d have to accept,” you responded, and bob felt his face flush slightly, as he fiddled with the keys, before pushing open the door. 

you didn’t even give him a second to breathe, you were quick to push him against the wall right outside the door, as you attached your lips to him, urgency and need poured into his lips as you kissed him. he was quick to attach a hand to your waist, pushing the door closed with his other, as he internally freaked out that you were actually kissing him. and he hoped, just hoped, that maybe, you’d actually talk to him after tonight. 

when he woke up the next morning, he wasn’t surprised to find his bed empty, your scent still lingering on his pillow. he groaned as he stretched his back slightly, wincing as he felt the scratch marks you’d left on his back, and a wave of sadness fell over bob as he realized you hadn’t wanted anything more then a one night stand. (guys this is so painful to write i love bob i dont want to hurt i apologize)

dear bob, in our fleeting time together, i've learned about your dreams, and your ambitions. also that you can get it, but that's besides the point. sorry for leaving you here but, you'll know where to find me, if you want to.

best, dynamo

— 

your superior had informed you that you were no longer needed in california, and your leave had been approved by your superior, and you instantly phoned rosie and tanya to tell them the good news. youd arrive a week or two earlier and them, but you didn’t care, you were off! you soon cursed your arrival, as you fifteen seconds late before your boat took off, heading to one of the smaller islands you were planning to stay on. “shit!” you exclaimed, annoyed as you then realized your trunk was open, half your clothes you’d pack littering the dock. 

“it’s a whole wardrobe out here, seems to be my lucky day,” a voice came from behind you, causing you to turn around, as you came to face a tall, hot, blonde stranger. not another one. it didnt help that he was in a tight, navy shirt and some swim trunks. his green eyes sparkled as he looked down at you, holding a bikini top of yours up to his chest. “i think this’ll do just fine,” he said, causing you to laugh, as he helped you get your clothes together, as you shoved them back into your bag. “where are you headed to, gorgeous,” he spoke smoothly, shooting you a blinding smile that made you weak in the knees. “the little island, but my boat just left, about five minutes ago,” you said, pouting slightly. “well, no need to fear, i happen to own this fine boat to our left,” the blonde stranger spoke, and you smiled. 

“cptn y/n l/n, but a lot of people call me by my call sign, dynamo,” you said, holding out your hand for the blonde stranger to shake. “lt. jake seresin, hangman,” he said, taking your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly, sending a wink your way. “i wouldn’t mind bringing you to the little island,” he said, and you smiled at him as he helped you bring your luggage onto the boat. after you’d situated yourself and hangman had gotten the boat coming, he waltzed on over to you, as he sat down next to you, captain’s hat on his head, and toothpick in between his teeth, as you felt his thigh press against yours. “you know, it just seems so sad, how heartbroken i’ll be after you leave my boat, my lonely, sad heart, may collapse!” he said dramatically, putting his hands on his chest, before slowly putting one hand on your thigh, causing you to roll your eyes. you stood up, putting a hand on your hip. “so, you’re one of those, are you?” you said, rolling your eyes. “there are two kinds of seducers, first, the one that doesn’t actually like women so he wants to assert his power over them, but the second, and far more dangerous, is the guy who genuinely falls in love every evening, only to fall out if again the next morning,” you spoke as you paraded around his boat. you could tell he wanted to sleep with you desperately, based off how touchy he’d been as soon as you’d met him, but he also seemed to have more depth to his character, but you didn’t know if you could do another bob situation, as he still lingered in your thoughts ever since the other night.

“give me a chance, dynamo, let me show you,” he spoke, and you gave him a pointed look. 

it’s only natural, but why did it have to be me

“nights can be empty and nights can be cold, so you were looking, for someone to hold,” hangman sung out as he spun you around, the two of you dancing around on his boat, music blasting in the background.

but baby, believe me, it’s better, to forget me

little did you know that standing at the same dock you had been standing at less than an hour ago, stood bob, luggage in tow, sadness in his eyes as he watched the two of you dancing on hangman’s boat, as you danced in the pink hues of the sunset behind the two of you, as you sailed off. 

men are the toys in the game that you play

when you get tired, you throw them away

that’s only natural,,,

“but why did it have to be me,” bob said softly, before turning around and walking away, defeated.

as hangman dropped you off at the dock to the little island, he handed you your luggage. “i’ll be back in about two weeks,” he said, grin on his face as he studied your face, taking in your features as he watched you. “i got a boat race, but don’t worry dynamo, i won’t be gone for too long,” he said with a wink, to which you rolled your eyes at. “goodbye, hangman,” you replied, as you left him there at the dock, his eyes never leaving your figure until he couldn’t see you anymore. he’d come back for you, he swore to himself he would.

falling in love with a woman like you

happens so quickly, there’s nothing to do

that’s only natural, but why did it have to be me?

you managed to lug your bags up the many steps on the island, until you finally came across the run down hotel that you recognized that you were supposed to stay at. you dropped your bags off at the front, telling yourself you’d search for someone later, too taken by the beauty of the place. a crash of thunder shook the building, as you began to hear something struggling from the flight of stairs nearby you, and you quickly ran down to see a horse trapped in, and the rain started pouring down on the both of you. suddenly, the roof of the side building you had wandered into collapses before the horse, and you quickly ran out to go find anyone to help. everyone seemed to have fled the area, taking refuge from the storm, but you refused to give up, screaming out for someone to come help you. you ran down a path, until you saw a motorcycle come up on the path. you waved your hands out, trying to make out the figure in the rain as the stranger came to a stop. upon seeing his face, you almost forgot that rain was pounding down onto the both of you. his brown hair stuck to his forehead, tousled and flattened down by the rain, his deep, brown eyes looked back at yours as you both froze for a second, the instant attraction striking you first. it didn’t help that his mustache only added to the fact that he looked like a greek god. his white shirt was soaked, leaving little to the eye. 

“there’s a horse,” you finally choked out, half shouting. “it’s trapped, please, please help me free it,” you spoke, clasping your hands together in hope that he would. he instantly nodded and motioned for you to get on the back of his motorcycle as you directed him through the rain. the two of you rushed into the building, and you couldn’t help but notice the electricity you felt when his hand made contact with your waist as he helped you over the debris from the roof. the horse reared up on its hind legs, neighing as the two of you slowly approached it. you continued your slow approach, before you were able to calm it down, as it let you stroke its face until it calmed down, and the rain seemed to stop as you did so. the brunette looked over at you and smiled, and you returned it. “you wanna, go for a walk maybe?” he asked, and you nodded your head, smiling.

“we’ve walked this whole island, and i’ve yet to see where you live,” you stated, as you and lt. bradley bradshaw, callsign: rooster. conversation flowed easily between the two of you, as if you both had been friends for years, and were just now reuniting. something about him just touched your soul, he was kind, and he was gentle. 

andante, andante,

go slowly with me now 

“in a shackle on a hill,” rooster replied, as the two of you wove through the trees as you made your way up the island. “and what the hell are you doing there?” you asked, and he stopped for a minute. “running away, i guess, back home, everything was lined up for me. my whole life was mapped out. i wanted to take a break before i signed up to it.” he replied, and you tilted your head to the side as you took in every single one of his words, “how ‘bout you,” he responded, and you shrugged. “i have absolutely nothing mapped out, i guess i chose to come here to just get away from the uniform life i’ve been living. i was stationed in nevada, but never got called for anything so, i got approved leave to come out here, see if there’s anything for me on this island. enough talking, let’s ride.”

andante, andante, 

and let the feeling go

it was safe to say riding on the back of rooster’s motorcycle, hands around his middle, leaning into his shoulder as the scenery of the little island flew by the two of you had reached your top five favorite things of all time. the two of you rode peacefully in the warm summer air, as you soon reached the town square, where numerous shops were set up, and as you hopped off his bike, you heard music coming from a nearby tavern. “let’s go!” you exclaimed, pulling rooster along with you, who only smiled, entranced by you. some guy was singing a song called kisses of fire, and as rooster brought you both your beers, you put your hand down on the table, “god i love this place, i’m never leaving!” you exclaimed and rooster chuckled. “your mom wouldn’t miss you?” he asked and you shook your head. “not that kinda mom,” you replied and he quickly apologized, but you brushed it off. “not a big deal, we’ve just never been too close, you know,” you replied, and he nodded. “i wish i could stay here forever,” he said, muttering with you under his breath, but you didn’t catch it.

“when do you go back?” you inquired, and a tug at your heart strings gave way to a wave of sadness to slowly creep up and over you. “to your mapped out life,” you added, trying to lighten the mood. “i have a week,” he said, a smile breaking out on his face at your attempt at a joke. he then knew he needed to tell you, so he spoke up, “look, there’s something, about what’s waiting for me back home,” he said, but you were quickly distracted as the band that was playing ended, and you got up to cheer for them. even though you had joined the navy and had become one of the best pilots of your generation, you still had a passion for music and performing, which was showing through right now. 

you turned back to the woman working at the bar, “excuse me, are you the owner?” you asked. “my son is the owner. bought this bar because no other place would let him play,” she said with a laugh, before her son sat down at your table. “hello, how may i help you?” he asked with a thick greek accent. “well firstly, you’re all awesome!” you exclaimed, and the man smiled. “and second, i’d be honored to perform here with my makeshift group, my friends arriving in a few days, and we’ve always dreamed of being able to perform together,” you said. “you have a good voice?” the son asked, and rooster, nodded, “like sugarcane,” he said, and you gave him a glare, before smiling at him as the man pulled you away from your chair, and rooster shot you a good luck thumbs up as the man handed you your microphone. boy, were you in over your head for this man.

the next few days seemed to go by in a flash, the closer you became with rooster, the more and more you realized that you wanted to stay on this island for good. and with him. you wanted to stay with him on this island for as long as you could, live in paradise with the man who seemed to have capture your attention so quickly. and you knew that when he finally kissed you outside the shack you had grown to love to spend time in with him, that you had never wanted anything more than for him to stay on this island with you. and when he kissed you breathless every time, you knew even more in your heart that there was no one else who’d ever captured your heart the way bradley bradshaw had. 

and as you skipped through the orange trees to pick fresh oranges and bring them back before bradley woke up from his sleep, you hummed to yourself, still unbelieving that your current reality was your current reality. everything felt so right, and you had never felt more alive and in love than you had right then and there. nothing could compromise the moment, or so you thought. it wasn’t until you were searching for a knife to cut open your orange, that you stumbled upon a brown leather notebook, with a photo sticking out of it. well, curiosity killed the cat, and it crushed your heart as you pulled out the photo, only to see an engagement photo of the man you’d fallen in love with, with a gorgeous woman, with a sparkling ring on your finger. coincidentally, rooster had walked over to you, a lovesick smile on his face, until he saw the photo you had on your hands, and he knew he had fucked up. it was just, every time he had tried to tell you you kept on getting distracted by the wonders of the island. 

you looked at him, pain in your eyes as he tried to explain himself, but you just ran. you ran far away from him, running back to town, but bradley refused to stop running after you. “y/n! please, please just hear me out, as he caught you on the stairs in the hotel you were originally supposed to be staying at. “fine! fine bradshaw, answer three questions for me, are you engaged to that beautiful woman?” you asked, and he nodded, “yes,” he said, as he watched your body rack with a sob clawing up your throat. “and did you tell me about it?” “no,” bradley spoke, his voice breaking and tears flooding his eyes as he watched you. 

“and do you seriously think i could ever forgive you?” you asked, your last question ringing out, before you turned around, continuing up the stairs. “y/n, please!” bradley called out, begging you to turn around and let him say more. “that’s enough listening, go!” you screamed at him, before running up the rest of the stairs, sobs racking your body as you made it to the room you had yet to spend more than thirty minutes in. you slammed the door behind you, before collapsing into the bed, your heart burning with pain as you couldn’t stop the picture of bradley and his fiance from popping back into your mind.

breaking up is never easy i know, but i have to go

knowing me, knowing you is the best i can do. 

the next day, you had never been more thankful for your friends, rosie and tanya, for finally showing up. but as happy as you were to see them, your slightly puffy and red eyes gave you away. they were quick to console you as you explained what had happened over the past two weeks, unaware that a familiar boat was slowly coming into view. and on that boat, stood jake seresin, praying to any god that you were still on this island you had been so set on. luckily your mind was quickly taken off bradley bradshaw as the bar owner was ecstatic that your friends had finally showed up, as he quickly got you dancing, singing, and smiling again. and as jake heard your voice, he rushed into the bar, breathless as he saw you up there singing. and when you two locked eyes, he really hoped you didn’t notice just how much he’d missed you. 

mamma mia, now i really know

my, my, i should not’ve let you go

it didn’t take long for you to fall back into the arms of jake seresin, and while your mind was still very preoccupied with the thoughts of bradley, and when you did have to catch his name from slipping out of your mouth as jake had you pinned down on his bed, headboard knocking against the back of his boat, you still knew that the guy above you loved you, not the same, but almost on the same level that bradley had. 

and bradley, he had come back for you. he’d called off his engagement and came back to the little island as soon as he could, only to hear from your friends that you were off with the sex icon of the seas, and that he could never compare to him. 

but your quick time with jake soon ended as he ended up getting called back to a station in the atlantic, needed for a mission. you couldn’t say you weren’t relieved, as your heart was still broken from bradley. but you were still greatful jake had taken your mind off him for a while. your friends left the island soon after, promising to write to you and to visit you once a year, when you told them you were staying on the island, helping out the mother of the bar owner with her hotel. but it seemed you wouldn’t be staying alone, as not soon after your friends had left, did you throw up, and then realization struck your face. 

you were pregnant.

mamma mia!

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“you all are the best of the best, or at least the best we could get ahold of,” cyclone stated, before introducing maverick to the pilots, and maverick surveyed the pilots that were considered the best. he recognized almost all the faces from the earlier debriefing about who all he’d be training, but his eyes fell to an empty desk, and then it hit him. “where’s dynamo? has captain l/n not arrived yet?” he asked in confusion, swearing he had seen your face on the screen of pilots they were asking to come back to top gun. “sorry maverick, she said she was quote preoccupied with family issues unquote,” cyclone replied, and maverick nodded, before continuing

however, three heads perked up at the mention of your name, and memories flooded back over three pilots, suddenly unable to focus on what maverick was saying. rooster, hangman, and bob all began reliving their memories with you, and cursed themselves for letting you go. 

and maybe the other reason why rooster went after maverick was because he knew you weren’t waiting for him back at top gun, and he had nothing more to lose.

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thoughts on groose 🎤

GDOOSE YEAH UEHA GROOSS MY FIRNEND GOROSOOSS !!!! takes the microphone and eats it. i love groose oh my god !!!! character of all time. hes set up at a one note bully character to act as the antagonist for the tutorial levels when everything is, like, low stakes and part of the player getting used to things, and once the plot kicks in you kind of Forget about it, yk? he was just a bully and he served his purpose in the narrative bc now we arent dealing with stakes as low as "my loftwing is gone! and the prom wing ceremony is tomorrowww!!!" we're dealing with centuries long prophecy and zelda being gone and the fate of the world blah blah blah.

and then the best scene in the series happens and its like no! nope! sorry bud but we r making this guy plot relevant!!!!! and then they made it the best thing theyve ever done.

groose starts out being actively antagonistic towards link and weirdly objectifying of zelda and its like okay. ok. you have seen this character a billion times you know what this is and where this is going. zelda falls from skyloft and groose is so devastated he stays in his room up until The Scene happens, and when you talk to him a few things are abundanty clear; he blames link for what happened, he desperately misses zelda (but believes shes alive), and he thinks he can do... something. hes not sure what, but If Anyone Is Going To Save Zelda, Its Going To Be Groose. bc hes just some kid! he doesnt know about the fuckinf. implications of hylia and demise and destiny n all that all he knows is the little shit he hates won a ceremony which allowed him to go flying with zelda, and now zeldas gone and maybe it wouldnt have happened if HE had won instead-- if HED been there for her instead of link. and then hes the only character to be like Hey. Why is link gone all the time. Whats up with the massive pillars of light in the cloud barrier and why does link keep going into them. so he figures out link is up to something and hes like fuck that i want in!!!! and he follows. and he rightfully freaks the fuck out abt the surface lmao that scene specifically is excellent.

and sksw links interactions with him are so... interesting? like hes obviously sort of annoyed with him at times (or even angry when it comes to groose stealing his bird :[ ) but every scene i see him in hes either just like :o :/ :I or hes, like, genuinely amused or happy. and hes overwhelmingly understanding towards him or seems to just be like "uhh. ok" when groose is trying to instigate something. like he just doesnt care and when he does he seems to genuinely want to be nice to groose. and groose spends the first bits of the game thinking link is like. everything wrong with the world lmao. which is funny bc his hatred towards link is primarily fueled by 1. jealously about zelda (which. ill get to how he treats zelda.) and 2. this like? general anger about how well links life is going despite the fact he doesnt, like... try in life, at that things are going well for him regardless. and link just doesnt rlly care and still finds reason to be kind to him at times (which is so funny when u pay attention to sksw links character. that guy will lie and say some random concerned persons friend died for the comedy of it but will offer understanding to his fuckinf high school bully. what is wrong with him im obsessed!!!). and then hes told that, for one, zelda is part of something WAAAAY bigger than him, and that link is literally sacrificing everything to save her as was ordained centuries before he was born and hes like. omg. fuck that. this guy?? are u KIDDING. and it takes him watching link fight the imprisoned for him to be like ok. i think ive been an asshole. youve got this shit link im sorry.

so he stays behind and he helps the old lady in the temple take care of herself and keeps her company, and he starts tinkering with machines and he finds a purpose down there. and that purpose isnt "find zelda to spite link' its "help link find zelda." and that weird objectifying crush he has on zelda transforms into a genuine care for her safety more than anything else, to the point i cant even rlly decipher if he still thinks he loves her or if he knows whats best for her, and for him, and for link in the end and hes just content seeing her happy-- whatever it is that brings that. in ghirahims final battle, he catches zelda as shes dying and yells at link to finish this for them all, and that he'll make sure zeldas safe, and you can TELL its bc he wants her to be okay and wants link to be okay and not bc hes like. oh yeah smooching time or whatever HE GROWS !!!!! HE MATURES SO MUCH IN THIS STORY AND BECOMES A MUCH KINDER MORE GENUINE PERSON AND ITS SO ?????!!!! also he gets a cannon called the groosenator and its genuinely vital to fighting the imprisoned later on iirc. HE HAS A ROLE TO PLAY IN THIS SHIT JUST LIKE HE WANTED! JUST LIKE HE CAME DOWN HERE FOR!!!!!! ITS JUST UNDER MUCH MORE NOBLE CIRCUMSTANCES THAN HE ORIGINALLY INTENDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ik this is contentious theory with a lot of holes but i like the idea that groose got wrapped up in demise's curse, but less for like. trying to consolidate this games stupid lore and more for the thematic implications of it. bc thats, like... essentially admitting he played such a massive part in helping link and zelda that even fucking DEMISE had to admit he did and had to make sure he paid for seeing through with his death. groose, the character who was told to sit back and let the hero deal with it bc hes not a part of hylias plan, who said "no, im doing *something* here, even if its only to help," had a GOD admit he was crucial to his death as much as the chosen hero and the fucking goddess reborn.

i love groose. holy shit.

#Also i think him and link should hold hands sometimes. but beyond that oh my god hes such a compelling character despite being goofy as shit #AND HE STAYS GOOFY!!!!! that never goes away!!!! 'if you see zelda again tell her i said whats up' 'this is a little story i think we shoul #call Legend of Groose' HES SILLAY EVEN AFTER THE DE BASTARDIZATION ARC. put him in every game from now on forever /srs #ohh wait one more thing abt the demises curse theory. uhh that curse kind of always sets the characters back to square one from how they #were during the events of sksw. Link is always some kid chasing zelda ans zelda is always someone dealing with herself as a cog in a machin #much greater than she is as a person and ganondorf. #... ganondorf is always fueled by an overwhelming hatred of someone he sees as inferior (when theyre not) and a general idea of Get Zelda. #idk. its fun to think about the implications of that sort of thing ig :)