#dagger ducklings

[fandomqueen6754]

Ice’s favorite kids are Hangman, Bob, Halo, Omaha, Coyote, Harvard and Yale

Mav’s favorite kids are Rooster, Phoenix, Payback, Fanboy and Fritz

#i’m not wrong #I have reasoning for everyone on this list #Icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #callie halo shen #callie halo bassett #neil omaha vikander #javy coyote machado #brigham harvard lennox #logan yale lee #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #rueben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #billy fritz avalone #dagger ducklings #dagger squad #mavdad #icepops

[cassraven]

Random thought but here me out IceMav shippers of Top Gun and TGM fandom:

Over the years living with Ice and Mav being together (Wingmen, Best Friends, Lovers, Partners, Married Spouses happily) Ice encourages Mav to have as many hobbies as his heart desires whether or not it’s odd or strange (not usually hobbies others, society would think a navy military man like Mav/Pete would have or be into hobby wise.)

So Mav take up quiet hobbies of either being or all hobbies of: Knitting/Crochet/Miniature Model or Diorama making houses or model airplanes or ships/Handsewing or Hand Embroidery sewing embroidery hoop art.

Ice proudly wearing or displaying in their house’s walls or rooms Mav’s various masterpieces or finished projects. (Little Ship Dioramas or Planes displayed in Ice’s office at the base. Hoop embroidery portraits of Navy dressed Geese. Or knitted/crochet stuffed animals or blanket throws everywhere.)

All the gang of their 86 Fly Squad, Their Baby Goslings/Kids of the Dagger Squad, Bradley “Rooster” Baby Goose, Viper, Jester, Carole, and even Penny and Amelia all own a gifted craftily handmade gift made by Mav (Everyone loves/covets said item made with love and special for them by Mav/MavDad/Uncle Mav!)

Thoughts? What do you think Mav would enjoy doing as a unexpected hobby or craft besides working on repairing/fixing/building his and Ice’s bikes, cars, planes?

#icemav #top gun #top gun:maverick #pete maverick mitchell #mav #mavdad and icepops #mavdad #what would mav do as a crafty hobby #hobbies #crafts #thoughts in fandom #random fandom thoughts #ice would love anything that Mav makes for him #the dagger squad #ice and mav definitely adopt all of the goslings and duckling babies of the dagger squad

[missunderstood-with-ideas]

Maverick: hmmm I have a great idea but this is going to get me in trouble *remembers that his husband is COMPACFLT* fuck it we ball

*1 hour later and 3 planes crashed, everything is on fire, but the plan worked*

Iceman: *to the dagger squad* and this is the perfect example of “fuck around and find the fuck out” it’s also an example of what not to do

Dagger squad: *ignoring iceman and taking notes on what their mavdad did*

#top gun incorrect quotes #incorrect top gun quotes #the dagger squad #the dagger ducklings followed mavericks lead much to the dismay of everyone #this is why maverick has never lead a squad #they all turn into him #and the admirals hate that they have to deal w 13 mavericks instead of 1 #small chaotic bastard maverick #mavdad #iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchel #tom iceman kazansky #icemav

[redfurrycat]

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night Aviators!! 🤗

I'm putting together another recs list where the Daggers find out about Rooster's other Navy parents and family.

[You know the OMG. MAVERICK IS YOUR DAD/GODFATHER AND OTHER DAD IS COMPACFLT AND THE 86' ARE FAMILY TOO?! Reveal? :D]

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I'm inviting anyone who knows about such fics to drop the title in the comments... because HOLY SHIT. It is a bitch to find...

I remember some of them, and I have plenty others to verify as well, but I figure if some of you have fics of your own, let me know!!! 😘

ANY SHIP IS WELCOMED as long as it fits the trope!!! ;)

[I'll be tagging the post as Icemav cause the trope most likely will have that pairing.]

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PETITION TO CREATE AN OFFICIAL TAG FOR THAT REVEAL TROPE!!!!! 🤣

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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky x pete maverick mitchell #mavdad and icepops & their dagger ducklings #bradley rooster bradshaw #baby goose!bradley #collaborative recs list

[cannibalhellhound]

It's all lined 👍🏼

Now, I will be ✨suffering✨ because coloring is the fuckin worst.

#Do I draw glasses bigger than they are? #Yes #Do i care? #Absolutely not because that's how mine are #Comically large #Slider is very nice to draw I need more fanart of that hunk #He's not a himbo bc he's smart #Slider is Mav's n°1 enabler #He'll literally pick him up and yeet him up to boost him #Ice and Goose just laugh because it's a daily occurrence for them #but still confuses other people #*looking at Viper and Jester* #to Mav's delight Slider can do it even almost 40 years later #the dagger ducklings freak out when they first see it #Mav perches on everyone's shoulders #bc he's smol #tgm #tg #top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #top gun fanart #icemav #slicemav #slimav #wings au #HelloI'mHayden #Air Gays™ #ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

somewhere on here someone said "mavdad and his dagger ducklings" and somewhere else out there Crowley approves

#crowley #crowley good omens #top gun maverick #mavdad and the dagger ducklings #is that the tag i think it is #good omens

[looney-just-like-her-tunes]

together warlock, hondo and ice form a triangle around maverick that has the sole power and might to keep the manic pixie dream senior citizen under their care happy and in the air flying as long as possible.

#when those three shared custody over maverick no commanding officer stood a chance against them #cyclone was in the talks to form a quartet but backed the fuck out when he looked at maverick and got a killer migrane on the spot #the holy trinity to end all holy trinities #i was gonna call them the holy admiraldly but then i realized hondo wasn't one #ice promote him NOW #to go with the triangle mav also has tight circle of feral ducklings crowding around their fairy squad father #top gun #top gun: maverick #solomon warlock bates #tom iceman kazansky #bernie hondo coleman #pete maverick mitchell #the dagger squad #tom kazansky #hondo coleman #warlock bates #pete mitchell

[orangemilk123]

Copy and pasted my Mavdad Christmas bullshit thing into AO3 and posted cause I got bored while studying

#Iceman #Slider #Phoenix #Bob #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #rooster top gun #top gun maverick fanfiction #Tom Kazansky #Ron KernerNatasha Trace #Robert Floyd #Top Gun: Maverick Ensemble #Dagger Flight Group Members (Top Gun: Maverick) #dagger squad #the dagger squad #Mavdad #mavdad and his ducklings #mavdad and his baby birds #Mav&B loose emotional control&have multiple mini breakdowns #stemming from fear of past abandonment and broken families(you know the good stuff) #enjoy my bullshit

[hells-greatest-writer]

Self Love Is Hard.

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem Reader     

CW: Angst, Negative Body Image, Fluff, Self-Harm Mention.     

Synopsis: You would think that when the King of Hell himself chose you as his love, that any doubts you had about yourself would vanish... but one night the thoughts rear its ugly head once more.   Word Count: 3,481

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The night was unusually quiet in the hotel. Most mornings were left with redemption exercises that Charlie had planned with the staff and guests, while the night most people stuck together having fun. Usually, you would be with Lucifer in his workshop, reading in your chair while he worked on his little duck creations. Music would be playing on the radio that Alastor had given you that you begged Lucifer to let you keep. You usually looked forward to most nights knowing it would just be you and Lucifer together, though quiet, enjoying each other's company.     

Tonight, though it was different, Lucifer was still in the Greed ring dealing with Mammon's temper tantrum over the loss of Fizzarolli, and Lucifer had to deal with the consequences of it. You knew Mammon's temper was one that Lucifer didn't want to deal with, but you had convinced him to go after Ozzie texted you about the ordeal.     

Staring at your phone, you scrolled through the messages to Lucifer with a frown.     

12:51pm: How is it going with Mammon?     

No response     

5:22pm: Alastor found a cat today, Charlie decided to keep it as a hotel pet!     

No response     

8:07pm: Any idea when you're going to be back tonight?     

Seen     

Lucifer hadn't been responding all day, and though you knew it was because he was dealing with his duties, you couldn't help but feel a bit saddened by it. Usually, he would respond with a witty comeback about how Mammon was an asshole or make a snide remark about Alastor. Instead, though you were met with the word 'Seen' at the end of your last message that was sent hours ago. It was now rounding to eleven thirty at night, and you had thought he would be back by now.     

Most of his meetings didn't last this long, you know from past meetings, what if this time something had gone wrong? What if he got hurt in the Greed ring? Could he get hurt? That thought never crossed your mind as you never seen this man injured before. He was the most powerful being in all of Hell, could he truly be hurt? If he was... especially in Greed what would happen? You knew there was a place called Ransom, would they try to take him there? Sell him off to Charlie for a huge fee?!     

All those thoughts ended quickly as your phone dinged to life indicating you got a message. Quickly, you sat up opening the message app seeing it was a message from Lucifer.     

Luci-Love: Sorry duckling, Ozzie asked me to join him in Lust for a few drinks and to catch up. I'll be home later tonight.      

You read the message, your frown deepening as you typed out a message and deleted it a few times. Your mind was beginning to race as to what he would be doing in Lust. You knew of the Succubuses that had tried to get with him last time you and him went to Lust together. It was for an anniversary dinner a few months back.     

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"That woman over there won't stop ogling you." You huffed as you took a sip of your red wine glaring daggers to the woman staring at Lucifer. Ever since you two entered Lust, you could feel their stares at your boyfriend, feel the way their jealousy grew as Lucifer had pulled you closer to him. You weren't usually one to be jealous, but you couldn't help but feel that envy tug in your chest. The demons of Lust were quite beautiful, sexy even if you were honest, so the fact that they were making heart eyes to the man you were with annoyed you.     

"And that man won't stop staring at me either, but you don't seem to mind that." Lucifer smirked puffing his chest out as he knew he was being stared at by so many. Why wouldn't they want to stare at the King of Hell, he was a sight to behold! Especially tonight with the way he was dressed. Instead of his usual royal garb of his white suit, he was in a deep red tuxedo with black trims. His usual white top hat, left at home for the evening, leaving his blond locks styled perfectly back.     

You cocked an eyebrow to him as he looked at you with a slight smirk on his lips before you felt him take your hands from across the table you sat at. He gave them a gentle squeeze looking into your eyes. "But darling, my eyes are on only you." He hummed, pulling your hand up to his mouth giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.     

The simple gesture helped to calm your jealous rage down for the moment, not wanting to ruin your anniversary with him. Though the nagging feeling in your chest didn't waver as the waitress flirted with Lucifer, and he seemed to flirt back. He later explained he was simply being nice and didn't hesitate to show you just who he devoted himself to that night.     

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That nagging feeling was back in your chest as you remembered the Lust ring. A thought tickling the back of your head wondering how many demons were trying their hand at being with Lucifer since you weren't there. How many imps were throwing themselves at him? You knew that Lucifer was loyal, but you couldn't help the doubt that creeped in through the silence.     

With a groan, you set your phone down rubbing your face with your hands. You could feel your mind slowly slipping as you imagined what the women who were fawning over Lucifer probably looked like. Gorgeous tall women no doubt with thin waists and bigger assets that would tempt the weak. You knew your body was nothing compared to theirs. You were barely even average in your eyes.     

'What does Lucifer even see in me?' Your mind wandered as you moved off the bed, your bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor of your shared bedroom. You slipped your feet into Lucifer's duck slippers as you grabbed the robe off the headboard and wrapped it around yourself.     

You slowly walked towards the bathroom wanting to splash some water on your face. Lose the thoughts that were beginning to eat away at you. Before meeting Lucifer, you struggled to love yourself. You couldn't see what he did, how he seemed to worship your body and love every inch of you. How he was always enamored by your apparent beauty that you struggled to see yourself.     

Though through the past almost two years of being with him, he has made you feel beautiful. He reminded you daily how much he adored you and loved you. How you were the only woman he ever wanted to see.      

'If that's true, then why wouldn't he just come home? Why go to Lust?' The thought filled your head as you walked into the bathroom flipping the light on. Your eyes went to the mirror and stared over yourself. Your hand tracing your cheeks that seemed too puffy, your fingers tracing your jaw that seemed to jut out too much. Your eyes watched your movements, seeming so dull as they looked lower. Even with the robe on, your eyes were able to pick out the stomach rolls.      

Instinctively, you looked down at your stomach, and sucked it in the best you could. It wasn't enough. You could still see your stomach jutting out, mocking you. Your hands grabbed at the extra flesh that was there, squeezing at it as your vision blurred with tears. The women in Lust didn't have this pudge, they didn't have this extra weight around their waists. They didn't have to worry about how their bodies looked in clothes. They didn't have to worry about making sure their skin was fully covered to hide away the stretch marks like you did.    

You wished you could just cut the extra flesh off, just grab the scissors that laid in the bathroom drawer and chop away the fat that you were so easily able to grab.     

Your hands were shaking now as you looked back to the mirror in front of you, watching your tears roll off your round cheeks. Even your tears were hideous. How did other people cry and not look as awful as you did right now. The longer you stared at yourself in the mirror, the more the tears seemed to blur your vision.     

'Hideous beast, he pities you.' That same nagging voice mocked you in the back of your mind. That had to be it, Lucifer only felt pity for you... was only keeping you around till someone better came along or came back. Your mind drifting to Lilith now, the woman who left Lucifer all those years ago.     

You had seen images of her, she was breathtaking. Tall, thin and gorgeous with long blonde hair. She radiated beauty. Lucifer and her had been married for eons before you two met, did he still miss her? Did he still find her more beautiful than you?    

The phone buzzed from the other room indicating you had a new message which snapped you out of your thoughts, even for a moment. With a deep inhale, you left the bathroom, forgetting why you even went in there in the first place as you walked to the bed grabbing your phone. You were expecting it to be Lucifer, saying he would be home soon. Instead, though, it was just Charlie texting the hotel group chat with a new idea for tomorrow's lesson.    

With a quick grunt, you threw your phone across the room watching it slam against the wall by a photo of you and Lucifer. It was a photo of the two of you sitting in a garden together, you are laying across his lap happily giggling at whatever he had been saying at the time. The look in both of your gazes was filled with nothing but love and admiration. The longer you stared at the photo though, the more you were nitpicking each imperfection you saw.   

Your hair was too frizzy, your face was too round, the way you were squinting gave you what seemed to be crow lines.    

As you stared, your eyes moved to the photo on the dresser. It was a smaller framed photo of Lucifer with Charlie and Lilith. He had offered to get rid of it, but you thought it was a sweet memento for him to have. At the time you at least thought so, but now as you walked up to it and lifted the photo you stared at the other woman in the frame. How did Lucifer go from someone like her, to someone like you? It didn't make sense to you.    

As time passed, your mind continued down the dark path of self-hatred and you found yourself sitting on the bedroom floor, your robe long lost leaving you in just your pajama shorts and tank top. In front of you was a broken mirror, shattered after you punched your own reflection. It was obvious that you should clean your bleeding fist, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Maybe you should at least clean the broken mirror before Lucifer comes home. The idea of even moving, though it seemed too much to do, all that seemed to help was sitting on the plush carpet, hugging your legs as you stared at the broken reflection now.   

The sound of whirring seemed to snap you out of your thoughts as your eyes looked up seeing the gold and red portal appearing in the room. Through the portal, you saw the purple blue sky of the Lust ring and heard people laughing and having fun. Then, coming into view was Lucifer wearing his usual white and red clothes, except his jacket hung around his arm, and his sleeves were rolled up. The buttons of his white and red pinstripe vest were undone as well, revealing the white undershirt he wore.   

After a moment the portal closed, and the room returned to the darkness it had been for the past hour or so as you sulked in the corner.    

"Darling, are you awake?" Lucifer asked as he set his coat down on the chair. He didn't notice you weren't in bed yet. He didn't see the broken mirror that you cursed yourself for not cleaning up. Nor did he see you in all your broken glory, eyes red and puffy from crying. Your eyes watched his movements as he moved to the bed only to notice you weren't there. "Darling?" His voice called out till his eyes finally found you.  

In an instant, the lights to the bedroom snapped on as he looked at you, his vermilion eyes filling with fright. He took in the scene of the broken mirror in front of you, staring at the broken shards on the floor. His eyes then moved to your body that was trembling, hugging yourself with a bloodied fist. Then his eyes met yours, and the fright filled with a deep sadness as he finally noticed how miserable you looked.  

"Oh darling..." He whispered as he walked over to you kneeling taking your hands into his. He examined the wound on your hand, noting the tiny shards of glass that glistened in the blood. He looked upset seeing the injury you had caused yourself, his mind wondering what made you do this.  

For the first time in hours, you finally spoke, your voice cracking as you did from disuse "I-I'm sorry." You were sorry now, regretting how you felt, regretting all the thoughts you had knowing this was upsetting Lucifer now. You acted reckless, in your emotions, and now after a long day, Lucifer had to see you wallowing in your pity.   

His eyes moved from your hands to your eyes as you spoke. One of his hands tenderly reaching out to cup your cheek to comfort you while the other still held your injured hand, cradling it in his own. "Let's get you cleaned up yeah?" He spoke so gently, as though if he was too loud, you'd break once more. He was obviously concerned about the injury, wanting to make sure it was dealt with before he found out what happened.  

You didn't fight him as he helped you to your feet, all the energy you had at this point was focused on not crying once again at how soft he was being with you. You didn't fight as he took you into the bathroom, nor as he guided you to sit on the edge of the bathtub. The cold porcelain of the tub seems to help ground you from the spiraling thoughts in your mind.   

Lucifer gently let your hand go as he began searching the cabinet for the first aid kit, muttering under his breath about how it seemed to have grown legs and moved. "Other... Cabinet" you told him, pointing with your good hand at the other cabinet door that he hadn't checked. He glanced over at you with a thankful smile before he grabbed the first aid kit from the other cupboard and sat beside you on the bathtub.  

He was gentle as he picked the glass out with tweezers, and careful as he applied the antiseptic onto the wound cleaning it out. The silence of the whole procedure was eating away at you, worried about what he was thinking. He probably thought you were a mess; he probably was annoyed that he had to deal with your mistakes. The fear of him leaving you poking at your mind as tears began to prick at your eyes.  

Once your hand was properly cleaned and wrapped, Lucifer brought your hand to his lips, and gave it a gentle kiss. His deep red eyes staring into your own, and those thoughts faded immediately. He didn't look angry or annoyed like you were thinking, instead, his eyes were filled with love and care. Just like in the bedroom, he brought his other hand to your face, wiping away the tear that had escaped your eyes with his thumb gliding across your cheek.  

"What's wrong Dove?" He spoke so softly still, calling you by your favorite nickname he had given you. "What happened to the mirror in the bedroom?"  

Your gaze finally broke from his as you looked away, looking anywhere else than his eyes. How do you explain to someone who loves you so much, that you doubted that love? How do you explain to someone who reminds you of your beauty daily, that you hated your body? The words seemed to be stuck in your throat, but Lucifer waited, he didn't push as the silence festered between both of you.  

The man before you simply kept his hand on your cheek providing a subtle comfort as his thumb continued to caress at your tears wiping them away with each swipe. You couldn't speak still, instead moving your hand to your cheek, holding his. His smile was sad, worried about what was eating away at your mind. 

"Speak to me Dove... What is hurting you so badly?" He finally pressed the issue after you didn't answer his first questions. All he wanted to know was what was causing you so much grief, so much pain to have you shatter the floor length mirror in your shared bedroom.  

When he left this morning, you were happy. You both had shared a tender moment wrapped in each other's arms before he left to go deal with Mammon. Now though, you were like a hallow shell of yourself, and from the damage from the mirror, Lucifer had an inkling of an idea as to why. 

This wasn't the first time you spiraled in your relationship together. He has comforted you just as much as you had comforted him in the time you two were together. He knew firsthand just how bad your mind could be to yourself. The nights where he hugged your crying form for hours proved that. Though he has never seen you this bad before. Just how long had you been alone with your thoughts?  

The silence seemed to just grow more between you two, before finally, the tension in your throat keeping you from talking seemed to loosen. With a shaky inhale of breath, you looked at his eyes which stared at yours still waiting for an answer.  

"Why me?" You began, your hand leaving his that was still against your cheek and instead fidgeted in your lap as your eyes left his. "There are so many other women out there who are far better suited for you..." That tight knot was back gripping your throat once more making it hard to speak, but you pushed through. "S-so many more women wh-who are more beautiful. M-more appealing, More-"  

Your voice was cut off as Lucifer's lips pressed against yours gently silencing you immediately. After a moment he pulled back, his other hand now coming to hold your other cheek. 

"My love, there is no one in either Heaven nor in Hell whose beauty can outweigh your own. Even if there was, you are the only woman I desire." He spoke slowly and quietly, staring deep into your own eyes. One of his hands moved and took yours, pressing it against his chest. "My heart beats for you, and for you alone." His other hand moved and took your injured hand tenderly, bringing it to his mouth kissing it once more.  

These are words you have heard him say before, words uttered during past spirals. Words he would remind you of every chance he could, no matter how much you couldn't believe them yourself. You knew he was being genuine each time, his eyes holding no falsehoods, his voice never faltering as he spoke. It was the truth, and you never understood just why.  

"You are the one I want to spend eternity with no matter the cost. The one who holds my heart in such tangles. I thought when I fell from Heaven, that would be the last time I ever fell. Then you stumbled into my life, and I fell even harder, and I do every single day. It's because you mean so much to me my little dove." He went on, taking the hand against his chest, and brought it up to his lips as well, kissing both of your hands. 

The tears in your eyes now weren't from the pain you felt anymore, but from his words. Your partner was perfect in your eyes, always knowing the right things to say, the right movements to do. He knew the words that you needed to hear, and didn't hesitate to let you know every thought.  

Without another word you leapt at him, wrapping your arms around his chest, knocking the two of you into the bathtub. The dam broke as he in turn wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. You wept in his arms, burying your face in his shoulder. Lucifer’s hand brushed through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp to comfort you silently, letting you release the emotions you were dealing with.    How foolish you had been to let your thoughts get the better of you. How foolish you were to doubt the love this man had for you. You knew deep down you didn’t deserve him, yet he would beg to differ and would deny those thoughts of yours. He would even counter that he didn’t deserve you. When he fell from Heaven, he didn’t think he would be deserving of such love as yours’s, yet you love him day in and day out by choice, and he didn't think he deserved it either.    After some time had passed, you had finally calmed down in his arms. Lucifer's hand not leaving your head as he continued to caress your hair, placing a soft kiss on your temple. Your tears finally had dried up, or well dried more so on Lucifer's red and white vest. Lucifer took the time to sit you both up in the bathtub, having you sit on his lap with one more kiss to your forehead. "Let's not go punching mirrors anymore, okay? If you need an outlet for that rage, we can ask Satan for some pointers." He joked as he stood up lifting you with him in his arms, carrying you as though you were weightless. You couldn't help but choke out a laugh nodding as you laid your head against his shoulder. "I learned my lesson... Mirrors fucking hurt." You responded as he carried you into the bedroom. You both would be okay, even if some days are harder than the other, you both had each other to help soften the blow of those hatred filled thoughts. Even if self love was sometimes hard, you knew that even if you couldn't love yourself, Lucifer had enough love to give you in replace of it.

#lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #Hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel oneshot #lucifer morningstar oneshot #lucifer angst #lucifer fluff #TW blood #TW Body image

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Drunk Deuce Headcanons

Reader is intended to be female

Masterlist

So whilst I don’t think he’s a light weight, Deuce can get pretty tipsy really easily.

Deuce is a hundred percent an affectionate clingy drunk

He’s definitely a lot more handsy than he would be whilst sober. Deuce is a touchy boyfriend in general, and always has his hands on you even in public whether he’s holding your hand as you walk, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders or even indulging in the occasional full blown hug where he gives into the constant urge to just engulf your frame with his. He would love to do PDA, and you’ve certainly made it clear that you’re absolutely fine with it as well, but his general shyness, gentlemanly instincts, and drive to be a well behaved honour student that abides by the rules make it a bit hard for him to just kiss you in public no matter how much he wants to. So he just settles for hand touching and the occasional pecks on the cheek and forehead.

Having you close just feeds his protective instincts and the side of him that’s just so giddy and amazed to hold you. Like, wow, I’m dating this amazing girl and I want to touch her and she wants me to touch her. Is this heaven? Plus, being affectionate in a place where other people can see does appease a smug part of him that he’s not too ashamed of hiding. He’s not possessive by any means, but the butterflies in his stomach start flapping like crazy whenever he thinks about how everyone else knows that the both of you are each others - like, he’s known that he belongs to you ever since that incident long ago where you learned about his past yet looked at him with that caring supportive gaze but now you also belong to him. 

In private his urge to touch you is just amped up, seeing how he’s now able to do as he pleases without anyone but the two of you to bear witness.

He just wants you so much. Every second of every hour of every day, his head is filled with your laughter, your smile, your sparkling eyes, the melody of your voice, the tingling of your touch. You drive him madder than the residents of Wonderland.

Anyway, back to him being inebriated 

He’ll whine, clinging onto you like a koala, not caring about others watching as his face makes a home for itself in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against your skin. Strong, athletic arms will hold you close against him, whether he’s dragged you onto his lap or he’s seated beside you but has you in a vice grip with his arms draped over your shoulders like you’re wearing a Deuce sized jumper.

If you do manage to escape his hold (though, why would you??) he’ll follow you around like a newly imprinted baby duckling, trailing after you with wide pleading eyes and a dopey lovestruck smile and awestruck eyes. Having to close the bathroom door on his sad puppy eyes feels worse than a hundred daggers to your chest but you were honestly desperate to go at that point.

(Yes, he pouted outside until you were done and then immediately latched onto you the second the door opened again. He’s one of Professor Crewel’s favourite students for a reason)

Normally when Deuce is needy, he’s a lot more - well, I wouldn’t say ‘aggressive’ per say - but he’s more physically demanding of your affection, pressing hard and fast kisses against your lips, cheeks, neck in quick succession as his hands hold you flush against him but then again, needy Deuce only comes out in private. When he’s got liquid courage coursing through his veins, however, everything’s slow, savouring, all relaxed veneration and gentle adoration - letting him drown in his all-consuming devotion, even when he knows that time will stop before he’s even begun to be sated.

And he’s a lot more shameless about it, indulging himself all out in the open. The Queen of Hearts herself could be before him and he wouldn’t care, not when he’s got his own goddess to revere.

Sliding, his lips down the slope of your neck, pressing slow, drowsy kiss after slow, drowsy kiss only forcing himself to pull away from your skin when you call his name, so sweet and tantalizing, to look up at you with dark, besotted eyes and flushed cheeks before continuing where he left off. In his opinion, if your words stutter and fumble as you converse with your friends - who pray to The Seven that their next shot is much much stronger - then he’s on the right path

He’s a cuddly, clingy puppy but he’s your cuddly clingy puppy and you won’t have him any other way

Meanwhile everyone else is completely done with the pair of you and Ace is certain that the nausea he feels has absolutely nothing to do with the empty glass of alcohol in his hand.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #fem reader

[chrrywvea]

✨cyclone babysits for the first time✨

iceman: alright, there we go... *sets maverick down next to him* i'll pick him back up at seven, *takes out his checklist and hands it over* make sure he gets food and water every other hour, keep the jets away unless i permitted it...

cyclone: but sir-

iceman: let me finish-... so keep the jets in the hangar and, hm, maybe lock it... he can do a hop or two unless you want him to get more cranky than usual, shove him into his office twice a day and he'll get the paperwork done... shut the door though, or he will escape

cyclone, under his breath: whAt

iceman, pecking mav on the lips and ruffling his hair: i gotta go honey, love you! *death glaring at cyclone* one scratch on him and you're done.

cyclone, sweating profusely and watching the admiral saunter out the door: y-yes sir?

meanwhile maverick has already disappeared to the hangar, 11 little duckling daggers right on his tail

#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #beau cyclone simpson #top gun #top gun maverick #icemav #dagger squad #the babysitter babysits the baby that babysits another set of 11 babies #ice is an expert in this matter but he secretly enjoys watching his husband wreck havoc with newer admirals #cyclone is suffering #i can just imagine their first meeting oh my god #mav only grins at him when cyclone meets his gaze #in that moment he knew #he fucked up #ice's manic cackling somewhere down the hallway

[wulka303]

Thought occurred to me

But a really sad one

Imagine the Dagger Squad noticing ring on Maverick's finger. They don't question it before the mission because well it's none of their business but after some time when Mav becomes the squad dad they start to get curious.

They still don't come to Mav and simply ask him, Rooster doesn't want to elaborate either so they are left with one option.

They start an investigation. Like Mav's little ducklings analyze his relationships with Penny, Hondo and hell even Cyclone and they still have no idea who might be his spouse.

They are even more curious when Mav starts buying bouquets of blue and white flowers. They try to guess who might be getting them but Amelia said that her mom would definitely keep them in the Hard Deck, Hondo is away for some time and Cyclone isn't even a flower person.

After some time they get tired of investigating and finally proceed to ask Mav who his spouse is and if they even know this lucky person.

Mav simply laughs and tells them they did know him. And after confusing them even more he asks if they want to meet his husband.

They agree and the whole Dagger Squad is going on a trip to the cemetery. Their mood becomes low when they realize that whoever this man is is dead and Mav is actually a widower.

They don't say anything when Mav stops before Admiral Kazansky's grave and they notice bouquet of blue and white flowers.

Mav simply kneels in front of the grave and caresses the white stone with his fingers.

"Ice I know you weren't exactly ready to become a dad but well" Mav says now looking at stunned Dagger Squad. "Looks like I managed to adopt grown up adults and they wanted to meet you"

They still don't dare to say or do anything until Bob kneels next to Mav. After that they all kneeled in front of the grave and listened to Mav telling them stories about his not-so-secret relationship with an admiral. They laughed and they cried and they spent whole afternoon with their dads.

Buying blue and white flowers for Admiral Dad (as they liked to call him) became a squad tradition and Mav would lie if he said he didn't cry the first time he saw his kids with flowers at his husband's grave.

#i'm not crying you're crying #mav dad #top gun #dagger squad #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun:maverick

[gulnarsultan]

Can I request like reader is a maid in the red keep and all the kids (Aemond,Aegon,Helana,Jace and Luke) see her as a motherly figure. She comforts Aemond and Aegon, brings bugs to Helana, sings to Luke and stitches holes in Jaces pants? (The reader was also friends with Rhaenyra and Alicent in childhood) timeskip to the night at driftmark, and reader walks in (Alicent requested her so she could see how “Rhaenyras children are whild beasts”) and reader is concerned for all the kids, then when Alicent went to stab Rhaenyra reader jumped and her arm got stabbed

The reader is younger than Alicent and Rhaenyra. At first, the three of them would spend time together. However, after Alicent and King Viserys got married, the friendship was broken forever. Still, reader didn't stop being friends with the two of them. Reader became a safe haven for both of them. The years passed quickly. Two of your friends had children in the past. You played a huge role in the care of the children. All the kids would never stop chasing you like a duckling. You were like a second mother to them. The children of their mother's unhealthy obsession had also inherited it. Whenever Aegon, Jaecaerys, and Lucerys behaved badly, you immediately scolded them for their behavior. That's why Prince Aemond would want to spend more time with you.

That night, Aemond lost your sight. You blamed their parents, not the children. But it still pissed you off that Rhaenyra and her kids got off so easily. Moreover, Rhaenyra's harsh attitude towards her injured brother bothered you. When Alicent attacked with the dagger, you immediately jumped forward. This caused your injury. Alicent started apologizing to you when she realized what she had done. You visited Aemond after Master had stitched up your wound. After making sure that Aemond was okay, you returned to your room. What would happen next was completely unknown.

#hotd #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere alicent hightower #green team #yandere

[redfurrycat]

[At IceMav's]

Bob, Jake, Javy, Mickey and Reuben telling Mav about their favourite medical TV-show while Bradley and Nat handle the dessert.

Reuben: I got hooked up with Grey's Anatomy since the beginning. Can't get enough of the staff sleeping with each other.

Mickey: No way, man! The Good Doctor is the best show. I love Dr. Murphy! He's the best!!!

Javy: Not bad, dude, but I freaking love House M.D. There's no better one-liners than House's.

[Javy and Mickey high-fiving.]

Bob: I used to watch every Dr Quinn Medicine Woman rerun with my mum.

Mav: Good one, Bob. It's Ice's favourite too! You should come here on Wednesday, he loves to watch his favourite episodes.

Reuben: What about you, Jake?

[Javy snorts because HE KNOWS.]

Jake, dreamily distracted: ER. For one character only... Greene.

Mav, spitting out his beer through his nose: ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME?!

Jake: Nope. There's no sexiest doctor than good ol' Dr. Mark Greene.

The other men but Javy: What? What's going on? Show us Mav!

[On Mav's phone:]

Mickey: DUUUUUUDE. YOU'RE SO PREDICTABLE SOMETIMES.

[They all tease Jake who's as cool as a cucumber. He's not ashamed! The guy IS good-looking and reminds him a little of...]

Bradley: Why you guys laughing? What did we miss?

Jake: Bradshaw! As I live and breathe. Did you bring me back my cheesecake?

#dagger bonding time with mavdad #mickey fanboy garcia #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #implied married icemav #implied hangster #mutual pining of idiots in love #phoenix is busy carrying a big ass cake...cause rooster was too eager to bring hangman his cheesecake asap #WHIPPED - she whisper-shouts at her best friend #halo harvard omaha fritz and yale ALSO have their bonding time with Icepops....AT THE AQUARIUM!!! :D #mavdad and icepops & their dagger ducklings #let's pretend ER predates goose's death... cause I want carole and mav teasing goose about his EXTREME LIKENESS TO THE ER CHARACTER #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[theartofdreaming1]

Some more Captain Swan (or would this qualify as Captain Duckling? idk)

This started out as a simple, mindless ouat doodle, but then my brain decided to come up with bits and pieces of a story for this while I was working on it, so... If you're interested, you can read the basic premise under the cut:

Basically, we have bar wench Emma teaming up with infamous pirate Captain Hook to bring down the Dark One: Killian has finally gotten a way to get rid of the damn crocodile and Emma has learned of that while the crew of the Jolly Roger stopped by the tavern she works at; for Emma, it's about getting her son back (Neal/Baelfire is still Henry's father in this AU, but left the realm to escape his father, so Rumple's trying to use Henry to track down Neal, i guess)... Anyway, Emma steals onto the Jolly Roger (to steal whatever magical item required to best the Dark One or to stowaway on board, your pick), gets discovered by our good captain ('feisty lass' that she is, she still manages to hold a dagger to his throat before he gets the best of her - there are on his ship, after all), she reveals why she's doing this in the first place - to reunite with her son - and they strike an accord to work together as they share a common goal... Shenanigans ensue, (and no, there is connection/bond between them that's growing closer over time, Emma is absolutely positive of that, thank you very much ;), plans go awry - they are chased by a monster of some sort, Killian decides to fight it off, to give Emma some more time to flee - she has to make it back to her son, after all - and tells her to go, to leave him behind... (but we know she doesn't listen... she never does ;)

Something like that, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (and hey, if any Captain Swan writers out there feel like writing that story for me, let me know - I'd love to read it!)

(Also, I'm kind of happy how dynamic the poses in this drawing have turned out! I reworked the lineart a couple of times, not sure if I was wasting my time but while I liked the og sketch, I think the end result is a definite improvement)

Og sketch/doodle:

#captain swan #captain duckling #emma swan #killian jones #ouat #my sketches and drawings #aside from being a slowass writer I'm also swamped with having to write my thesis and term papers #so who knows when I'll maybe finally get to actually write this story #but I think it could make for a fun AU #also please ignore me continuing to struggle with damn backgrounds 😭

[seoafin]

morgan im on my KNEES for the yuuta fic.

for u anon............

-

Yuuta falls silent, gaze stuck on the toes of his shoes.

You turn to him curiously. “What is it?” You ask. He had been fine, perky even, just seconds prior when he had been so eager to walk alongside you after you beckoned him. Before, he had been several steps behind you, as if to give you a wide berth. It gave you the mental image of a tiny duckling trailing after its mother.

He lifts his eyes, and you’re surprised to find his lips pressed in a small pout. “It’s just—” the tips of his ears flush red, but in an uncharacteristically bold move he meets your gaze. “You called me ‘Okkotsu-kun’ instead of ‘Yuuta’.” He takes a deep breath. "I'd like you to call me Yuuta."

You stare at him. What an odd thing to fixate on.

He wilts like a dying plant immediately. "I mean—" he stammers, voice pitching higher and higher, hands floundering in the air. "If you want. You don't have to. You really don't—"

You feel an ominous pressure surging into the air, pressing you down to your knees. It takes all your strength and willpower to stay upright. To smile and pretend you don't notice the mass of cursed energy gathering, incensed, and she stares daggers into your back.

"Callllllll himmmmmmm Yuuutaaaaaaaaa!"

#[this is a comedy] #after you fall in love with yuuta in guilt you tell him that your original confession had been at a moment of extreme duress (rika) #and that it may or may not have entirely been genuine #and yuuta is like: i know and i don’t care ^-^ you’re here now and that's all that matters. you aren’t going to leave. ^-^ (ominous) #who is yuuta if he isn't unhinged and afflicted by extreme lovesickness #jjk.ex