#I'm married to this headcanon btw

[animezinglife]

Do you think Eris and/or Lucien ever pull the firebreathing trick when they get drunk?

Asking for a friend.

[thosewildcharms]

We talk a lot about Rick saying he knew he was in love with his son's best friend, but we need to discuss Michonne's love for, and loyalty to this man since they met. He's always been the one for her.

oh for sure, she chose him from the beginning even if she wasn't fully aware of doing so. btw, if you haven't seen it already, i would recommend this post by @glamaphonic (which is basically required reading in my opinion) for the full trajectory of michonne's feelings for rick.

while I don't necessarily think she was in love with him since day one, you're absolutely right in that it was building from the moment they met. these are the things that stick out to me but let's be real it's not a comprehensive list because she loves him so much. she loves him so so much!

the way she pretty much instantly decided the prison was safe and that she wanted to stay there because of rick. not just by understanding why he was mistrustful of her, but by seeing how he had built a legitimate family from the way he reunited with carol and thanked daryl for taking care of judith. it took her five minutes to clock him as a legitimate leader and has supported him ever since. so much so that in 7x12 she tells him, completely honestly, that he should lead all of the communities. she genuinely admires him, and thinks there is no one better or more capable than him (of course, that's not true: she is lol i'm always so ticked by how surprised she is when he asks her to lead with him in 7x12).

when she sees rick having hallucinations, instead of treating him like a wild animal that you should only approach slowly and carefully (like everyone else did) she sees herself in him and goes out of her way to make him feel better. if anything it actually makes her trust and understand him more. and she gets him to crack a joke and smile!

the fact that not only was she not angry, but told him she completely understood that he had to consider giving her up to the governor, who she *knows* is a psychopath. that SHE of all people was the one to empathize with him for having to make that choice? that is truly bonkers when you think about it. a level of loyalty and understanding and care that makes very little sense considering how they still barely knew each other then. but it ~*~must have been something else then~*~

the way she bursts into tears of joy and looks to the sky in thanks after finding carl and rick after the prison. you know she would have been glad to find anyone when she started following that trail but you could tell that those two are who she wanted to find more than anyone else. and the fact that doing so seemed to restore her faith? shut up???

after she finds rick and carl she asks him "is this home? or just a stop along the way?" she was willing to stay put and build a home with just him and carl without bothering to look for anyone else. as @glamaphonic said, she claims them right then and there. (btw i noticed that a similar conversation happened with carol and tyresse in The Grove, and also with sasha and abraham in...some later episode idk which one, but they're in an office building. i just thought it was interesting! i wonder if the carol/tyreese instance was a nod to the comics?)

rick thinks that killing a man with his throat is the worst thing he's ever done. certainly carl saw it as monstrous (as it made him think he was a monster too, for being too similar to rick) even daryl backed away from it. only michonne saw it for the heroic act it was and it made her fall in love with him. and she made him feel better too. again, she sees a kindred spirit in him as someone willing to do anything, including things most people would not do, to protect his child.

she is always ready to back him up and fight with him, as well as for him. the only time she disagrees with him is when she knows there is a better option for them, and even then she's gentle and supportive while she convinces him there's a better way (directing the group to alexandria, "i'm still with you", the fight against n*gan, the end of towl 1x04, probably more that i'm forgetting). she considers him her equal in every way, and considering how self-reliant michonne is, that says everything.

okay but seriously the EASIEST way to piss michonne off is to talk shit about rick, talk shit to rick, put your hands on rick, or even just look at rick in a way she doesn't like. she just starts yelling and/ swinging, which is hilarious because she's normally so collected.

on the other hand the only thing that makes michonne lose her shit completely and genuinely panic is if rick is legitimately in danger (the end of 6x09, the bridge)

if she thinks he's dead, she straight up just. stops. mid battle. just drops her weapon and stops. i'm almost glad we never got flashbacks to the time immediately after the bridge because it might have been too devastating to watch.

she never rejects him. even when they're at odds, she's still goes out of her way to show him she still supports him (5x16, their kiss in 7x08).

rick straight up would not have survived losing carl if he hadn't had michonne. she is so loving and patient and gentle with him even through her own grief it's incredible. she loves him SO much (and i have to point out, rick is the same for her. as devastating as carl's death is, watching them work through it together was beautiful).

she is always trying to ease his burden and be a legitimate partner to him. there are countless examples of this but the big one for me is how she considers n*gan her responsibility after season 8. rick made the call but she backed him and kept backing him even though everyone was against them, even when they both had doubts. she completely meant it when she said she wanted for them to make all of their decisions together and for once he's not completely alone as a leader.

speaking of the n*gan thing. michonne stands in maggie's way until maggie asks her what she would have done if it had been rick who had been butchered in front of her, if she could have just let that go. definitely, the answer was no. just like rick couldn't have if it had been michonne.

(because she can't live without him anymore than he can live without her).

she was flipping over dead walkers for months after the bridge and did not move on for over 6 years because she could *feel* he was still alive despite all evidence to the contrary and also simply because there was no one else she wanted. it's him or no one. just as it's her or no one for him. you can actually see her flinch a little toward the end of her kiss with ezekiel.

wearing his clothes and wrapping them around herself like a hug when she really really missed him

talking to him long after he was gone

setting off to find him on foot over nothing more than a hint that he was alive

all of the ones who live. like, that would honestly need its own post but do we even need it? that show dialed this love story up to like a twenty. she spent an entire episode saving him from himself. almost died trying to find him in the first place. jumped his ass out of a helicopter. her faith in him and them saves the entire world.

truly, her response to his proposal/vows is spot on: "it could only ever have been you." it was always him, it was only ever going to be him. it's him, or it's no one.

[the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis]

new fic!!!!

honey, if you stay

based on this request from @nev20​: Jacob Black has a daughter [with Bella] and him and the whole wolf pack are overprotective of her and won’t let her go to school because she’s a werewolf so she gets angry and phases into a wolf and runs away but they find her and talk to her. hope you enjoy!

x.

“Sadie?”

Jacob Black calls his daughter’s name, and tries to ignore the panic twisting in his stomach.

Ferns tug his ankles, then fall reluctantly back as he clambers over a gnarled sitka root. His palms come away caked in cool moss—unmistakably torn loose by claws.

At least he knows he’s on the right track.

“Sadie!” he yells again. The sound vanishes almost immediately, sinking into gauzy veils of green. His heart hammers. Sweat itches down his back, pools under the straps of his backpack.

“Keep walking, Jake,” he tells himself. Somewhere above, a bird whistles, high and flutelike. Varied thrush, he thinks automatically—then winces.

He never bothered learning birdcalls when he was younger. Rachel and Beck tried when they were twelve, determined to be able to name every bird around them, and it sort of burned him out on any enthusiasm he might’ve pieced together eventually. But Sadie loves them.

They did a unit in her 5th grade science class, and after it she begged her way into going on Sue’s morning birding walks every weekend, even when it was pouring rain. Four years later, she still likes to eat her breakfast on the porch, well-worn bird guide open next to her. Most days, when he doesn’t have to get to the garage early, Jacob sits with her, watching her name the flashes of colorful feathers and the warbling tunes…

He wonders if Bella’s standing on the porch now. No, wait—that’s a stupid thought.

He’s been out here, following the ragged trail of pawprints, for at least an hour. (Ignoring the fact that if Sadie really doesn’t want to be found, she could be in Canada by now.) Bella’s got the twins to pick up from soccer practice, her latest story for the Forum to finish, her spiral-bound notebooks full of the vampire romance novel she never wants to admit she’s writing. More than enough reasons to go inside. Bella’s hands get cold far too quickly standing outside, even after all these years.

There’s no way she’s still on the porch.

He can’t help picturing it anyways. Standing there just like she had when he’d left, arms crossed painfully tight, staring at the railing Sadie tore off the porch when she phased.

I’ll find her, honey, he’d promised. She’d just swiped a hand across her eyes and muttered It doesn’t help if you get lost too, Jake.

And then he’d promised he wouldn’t, of course he wouldn’t, which…

“I’m not lost,” he says. The thrush warbles above him again. He squints upwards, but can’t find it.

“I’m not,” he insists. “Worst-case scenario I’ll just follow the footprints back!”

This time there’s no response, and it registers that he is, in fact, yelling at a bird. He shakes his head, and turns back to scanning the ground for prints. Not that he really needs to—there’s a trail in his eyeline too, of snapped branches and the shockingly white wood inside them. Worry churns in his stomach.

God, sometimes it feels like all he does these days is worry. Ever since Sadie shifted.

Worry about why it happened in the first place. Which they still don’t know; any scents were long-gone by the time Leah and Jared and Paul made it back to help Sadie through, washed away by weeks of rain. It wasn’t the Cullens, (Bella’d dug her nails into her palms and sat in the car to make a phone call—hadn’t told Jake what was said, but she’d come back with teary eyes and curled up in his side for the rest of the day). A nomad who’d decided to linger just too long? Something else entirely? They didn’t know. The twins were only two years younger, the same age Seth had been…

Worry about how to help. He’d stopped shifting as soon as he could, as soon as the Cullens were gone, almost twenty years ago now. When Sadie had exploded the first time, a blur of snapping jaws and black fur, he’d tried on instinct to shift too, and it had hurt so badly he stopped halfway through, left with nothing but a dislocated shoulder to show for it. And a missing daughter, fifteen, just fifteen—

He’d asked his dad how he’d managed it, watching his child go through something he couldn’t help, couldn’t touch—and he’d just gripped his hand. You do your best, Jacob, he’d said. You just be there.

Worry, worry, worry. Sadie stayed in bed all day and refused to eat anything. Sadie climbed out her window in the middle of the night and brought back a deer with its throat torn out. Sadie punched her little brother for reading over her shoulder and bruised his arm so badly they both started crying. Sadie went cliff-diving by herself without telling anyone. Sadie tried to go play basketball with her cousins and had to leave halfway through to phase, came home in tears. Sadie couldn’t sleep while human anymore, so she made herself a den in the disused garage at her grandfather’s place which would be fine except she didn’t tell anyone.

Much as Jacob had hated the choking responsibility of protecting everyone he’d ever loved from the cold ones, he’d been thinking a lot recently about how much worse it would’ve been to have no purpose at all. No Sam to run him through training and patrols until he was so exhausted he couldn’t even think about shifting once he made it back to human. No pack…

And, of course, today. Summer break was drifting to an end. He and Bella’d talked it over and around in circles—stopped in on Sam and Em and Quil and Embry and Brady and Seth, even called Leah—and they’d all agreed. Sadie wasn’t ready to go back to school, not yet. They’d sat her down on the porch while the twins were out of the house, and they’d tried to explain it gently…

And then half the porch railing and Sadie had both disappeared in a heartbeat.

Really, when Jacob thinks about it, worry might not be a strong enough word.

“Sadie!” he yells again. There’s no answer—except he’s starting to hear waves, a low hum.

Huh. He hadn’t realized they turned toward the coast.

At least it’s not Canada.

He picks up his pace to a jog. “Sadie!”

There are no more snapped branches, just a few crushed ferns. Between them, the pawprints are shallower and closer together—made by a wolf stepping slowly, instead of running. The waves crash louder, louder—

Jacob pushes through a dense cluster of huckleberry, and breaks out onto a clifftop. A few paces ahead, through a veil of gray mist, the silver sea churns.

And just at its edge lies a huge night-black wolf.

Relief is a knife straight between Jacob’s ribs. He swallows, and blinks back the sting of tears. Time to do his best.

“Hey kiddo,” he says, and steps closer.

Sadie doesn’t look at him, but her ears flick back for a moment, before she presses them flat against her skull. It’s just enough acknowledgment that he doesn’t feel bad about lowering himself to the ground next to her.

His knees, of course, protest. The adrenaline is wearing off, the long jog and desperate scrambling over roots catching up. He makes more of a show of that than he needs to.

“I’m telling you,” he groans, (watching her squeeze her eyes closed tighter), “you’re lucky you’ve got young knees. Old bones make it real hard to hike.”

She still doesn’t look, but he hears the quiet huff of air through her nose. He imagines her human, rolling her eyes at him like she does every time he makes one of his terrible jokes. He can practically hear her dragging out the syllables of a response. Come ON, dad—

“Yep!” he says, determinedly even more cheerfully. “It’s sure difficult, being this ancient. Decrepit, even.”

Just like he hoped, she cracks. First she snorts again, even louder, then swings her head off her paws to nudge him in the side. For a second, he considers keeping the joke going, flopping backward like she knocked him off-balance—but where her head presses warm against his ribs, he can feel her shuddering. He stays still.

She wavers…then sags, and lays her head in his lap.

He raises his hands, a cautious breath from touching her. She whines quietly. A lump swells in Jacob’s throat.

“Okay, Sadie-bee.” He lets his hands fall into her fur. It’s warm against his palms, and much longer than it looks. She nuzzles into the touch, so he starts combing through the silk-soft strands. “Thanks for sticking around.”

She snorts again, hot breath gusting up into his face. He grins.

“If you hadn’t, there’s no way these old knees would’ve caught up with you. We were gonna have to send out Aunt Leah.”

He separates out three little strands in her fur, almost without thinking about it. Slowly starts weaving them together.

“Not that you would’ve minded that, I’m sure. She read me the riot act for pulling this shit on you when we called, you know?”

One amber eye pops open. It’s hard for a wolf to look scandalized, but Sadie manages it. Jacob grins. “What? Just don’t tell your mom.”

Sadie huffs. He tugs gently at her fur.

“I am sorry, by the way—not about the swearing.” Sadie rolls her eye. He grins, goes back to braiding. “But it’s hard, when you start shifting. I should’ve remembered. I didn’t even like school and I still tried to take Sam Uley’s head off for pulling me out of it—not that you should get any ideas from that.”

A laugh rumbles, low in Sadie’s throat.

“No, really!” He finishes the thin braid, picks a new spot and starts again. “You’re destroying way less stuff than me, so far. Let’s keep that going.”

She whines, obviously disbelieving.

“You doubting me?” He pauses his braiding to poke her side. “Ask your grandpa. I smashed an entire rowboat. He was so mad he almost ran me over with his chair.”

Which is blatantly untrue—Billy had never gotten angry about anything wolf-related where Jacob could see, just looked grim and told him we’ll figure it out in a tone that strongly implied or else—but it makes Sadie huff another wolf-laugh.

“I am sorry, though,” he continues after a moment of quiet. “We just want you to be safe, but—as Aunt Leah very loudly pointed out to me—there’s a different between helping you do that and controlling you. You have options, little bee.”

Sadie whimpers. It’s small and sad and so, so tired. Jacob swallows the lump in his throat yet again.

“I mean it, sweetheart. I think you know you don’t quite have this thing under control yet, and that sucks. But you’ll get there. And in the meantime?”

He pauses for breath. She nudges him with a paw. He smiles.

“There’s always online school. Your brothers would be crazy jealous, but we’ll just tell ‘em Mom and I trust you to actually do the work. Or we can set up an internship for you—Uncle Quil and I would take it easy on you at the garage. I bet Grandpa C could get you something with the park rangers where they won’t ask too many questions.”

Her tail wags, just a little, against his leg. He finishes another braid, and pauses—steeling himself for the next one.

Sadie’s not stupid, unlike you, Leah had snapped at him over the phone. She knows she’s not ready to go back to school. She’s been worrying about it all summer. At least let it be her decision.

“And…if you think you can do it…Mrs. Uley and Uncle Seth both work at the school. We’ll figure it out.”

Sadie freezes—even the rise and fall of her sides as she breathes stops. Jacob runs a hand down her back, slow and steady. Trying to keep his worry light. To make it so insubstantial that she won’t be able to smell it, even though he knows first-hand how sharp the smell of fear is—

She tears loose from his hands, and pushes upright onto four paws. She towers over him, and a very small part of Jacob can’t help wanting to flinch.

“I brought clothes,” he says instead, “if you want to talk.”

For a moment, she kneads the ground with her paws, like she’s going to run—then nods jerkily. Jacob shrugs his backpack off. She bites onto the top loop of it, and spins towards the trees.

He looks out towards the sea as branches rustle behind him in her wake. On the horizon, mist coalesces into rain, long silver sheets that look almost solid from this distance. The boundary with the gray waves blurs until he can almost believe the ocean reaches all the way to the white-gold circle of the sun.

“Dad?”

Sadie’s voice wobbles, and Jacob scrambles to his feet and spins around so fast the world tilts a little.

His daughter stands just past the huckleberry bush, still half in the shadow of the soaring trees, staring at the ground. The braids still tangled in her brown hair keep it from spilling down over her face, but her fingers run nervously over them, and he can tell she’s itching to pull them out and hide.

(Why’d she get all my bad habits? Bella had griped after the kindergarten parent-teacher conference when someone first proclaimed Sadie painfully shy. Because I don’t have any, obviously, he’d replied, and she swatted his shoulder.)

Jacob holds out his arms. Sadie crosses the rocks in a second and hurls herself into him. She’s almost as tall as him these days, head resting easily on his shoulder, and she clings tight enough to bruise.

“I’m so sorry,” she gasps, “Dad, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry—”

“None of that,” he murmurs. She tries to laugh, but it cracks into a sob. He hugs her back, as tight as he can. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Sadie. Nothing at all.”

x.

By the time they make it back to the house, it’s pouring rain.

(Jacob somehow only thought to pack one raincoat. Sadie laughed, when he rummaged through the backpack and groaned, then squealed in protest when he dropped the hood over her face—Dad, I don’t even get cold anymore! come ON—but he strode away so quickly that by the time she caught up, jacket rearranged and fully on, she was just smiling.)

He’s soaked through, only not shivering through sheer force of will. But when Sadie freezes at the edge of the yard, he stops right beside her.

The rain whispers down around them, sighs through pine needles, rattles and clangs off the gutters—and fabric crackles as she crosses her arms.

Jacob waits, hands in his pockets and eyes on the soft yellow flicker of the porchlight. There’s an ache in his chest, a lump in his throat. Sadie looks so much like her mom out of the corner of his eye, biting her lip and rocking onto her heels. He wants to wrap an arm around her shoulders, pull her close and hug the worry out of her, tell her it’s going to be okay—

But he waits for her to find her words.

“What’d you tell the juniors?” she asks.

Jacob sighs, long and drawn-out like he knows she’s expecting—Ephraim’s the only one of the twins who’s technically a junior, but ever since Sadie figured out that Wren’s named after Grandma Renee, she calls them the juniors whenever she needs a plural. It drives Wren crazy.

Sadie sticks out her tongue, and Jacob knows he’s made his point.

“I don’t know,” he says, “They were still at soccer when I left.”

Her smile twists a little. He offers an arm—she leans in, nestles her head on his shoulder. She’s wolf-warm, heat radiating through the jacket down to his bones, and he lets himself feel the grief and the bitter nostalgia of it.

“I’m sure your mom explained,” he says. “And we both know they think this is the coolest thing that’s ever happened, come on.”

“And Mom’s not mad?” Her voice cracks on that one, just a little. He can feel her stiffen as it happens, gritting her teeth and trying to swallow it back.

He rubs her shoulder. “Why would she be?”

“Cause I—ran away again. Freaked her out. I don’t know.” She’s still stiff, one quiet tremor running down her spine. But she hasn’t pulled away either. Jacob squeezes a little tighter.

“You gotta give her more credit, kiddo. She dated a vampire once, it takes a lot to freak her out.”

“Da-ad,” Sadie whines, and he can’t help his laugh. She ducks away to glare at him—but there’s no real heat behind it. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard about that since I phased?”

“It’s because it explains literally everything about your mom,” Jacob says, “and I have fifteen years worth of jokes I couldn’t tell saved up.”

She rolls her eyes. He reaches over, pokes her gently in the ribs. “Really, little bee, nobody’s mad. We just want to help.”

She rocks away from his touch, and he lets her. Watches her look toward the porch—the yellow light barely reaches here into the shadow of the trees, but her dark eyes catch just enough of it that he can see the tears glossing their edges. She twists the zipper of the jacket between her fingers.

“Okay,” she says. “Okay, let’s go.”

As they get closer to the porch, noise swells out from the house—a low murmur of voices, and snatches of humming music. Sadie pauses in the mud, gripping the broken railing. Jacob can see her knuckles straining under the skin, and a fine, furious shiver running through her.

He lays a hand next to hers. “I bet Aunt Leah’ll do some carpentry with you this weekend.”

“She’s coming up?”

Jacob nudges her with his shoulder. “We called her, and she’s mad at me. You think she’d miss out on that opportunity?”

“And you all thought I was running away to Canada,” Sadie mutters. Jacob can’t quite parse the tone of it—wry and bitter and maybe teasing—but she vaults onto the porch fast enough to jar him out of it, and turns back to stick out her tongue. “Your old knees are gonna have to use the stairs, huh?”

In a whirl, she’s gone—pushing open the door and flooding the rainy evening with yellow light and buzzing guitar and the awful squeak of hinges that he’s been meaning to fix for months.

It clicks shut, and Jacob’s standing alone in the rain, gaping—until he laughs.

When he makes it inside, Bella’s waiting with a towel in her hands and a smile on her lips. Light spills from the kitchen, around the corner of the little hallway that they turned into a mudroom—he can see Sam’s back by the fridge, the unmistakable streaks of gray hair that he had before he even stopped shifting.

“Wolf spaghetti night,” Bella tells him, holding out the towel, “for emotional support. Emily commandeered the kitchen to make dessert.”

“Genius,” Jacob says. He bends down to dart a kiss onto her lips, and she settles the towel on his shoulders, brushing back his long hair. “What’d you tell the kiddos?”

“You know, that’s the first thing Sadie asked too,” Bella grins. He rolls his eyes, and straightens up to start actually drying off. “Just that Sadie needed some alone time and went for a run. I got a solemn promise from Junior not to bother her about it, but you know Wren.”

“Makes no promises ever,” Jacob agrees.

“Mmm-hmm.” Bella leans into his chest, and wrinkles her nose. “You really got soaked, huh?”

Jacob grins, and ducks down to press a kiss to the bridge of her nose, right in the middle of the scrunched-up freckles. (Twenty years, and he still gets giddy sometimes about the fact that he can do that, when she pulls one of those faces that he spent so long thinking were the cutest thing he’d ever seen.)

“I only packed one raincoat.”

“Of course you did.” Bella loops her hands around his waist. “You’re lucky you’re so warm, or I’d be yelling at you for dripping on me.”

“Sure, sure,” Jacob says, and wraps an arm around her. “Remember when you kissed me in the literal ocean? Right after we jumped off a cliff?”

“I had an adrenaline rush,” Bella says primly.

“And we got smacked in the face by a wave, but you wanted to kiss me again instead of getting out of the water?”

“Adrenaline rush,” she repeats, and pops onto her tiptoes. Jacob obliges, bending so she can kiss him again. She’s soft and warm as always, her fingers tangling in the back of his shirt, and he can feel the smile still quirking the corners of her lips—

“UNO!!!” Quil bellows from the living room. They break apart, laughing. Bella laces her hand through Jacob’s.

“We should go join the party,” she says.

“Someone’s gotta keep Quil from winning Uno too many times,” he agrees, and she laughs—quietly, and still a little breathless. He grins. Hand in hand, they head into the noise.

x.

The rest of the night is as close to perfect as they’ve had for a long time, and the sharp-toothed worry in Jacob’s chest settles almost completely by the end of it.

There’s spaghetti—his dad’s secret recipe, which he used to laugh about, but he knows by now that nobody else’s tastes quite the same—and two berry cobblers that Emily slides onto the counter still steaming. Jacob beats Quil once at Uno, then spends the rest of the evening getting destroyed by Junior at almost every game they own. In between, Seth tells stories about this year’s class of kindergartners to uproarious laughter. Jared calls in from his ranch down in east Washington—and then even Paul, from a pay phone somewhere in Colorado, where he’s been wandering around eating deer for the past couple years. Embry and Bella gossip quietly on the couch about their respective newspaper jobs. Wren pokes Quil and Emily into showing off their latest tattoos, then spends the rest of the evening on Sam’s heels, as he wanders around the house gathering dishes—she decided she wants to be an EMT a couple months ago, and has been bothering him about taking her on a ride-along ever since. (Jacob’s pretty sure he’ll crack soon, but for now Wren’s only succeeding at getting handed bowls to dry and put away, so neither he nor Bella bother calling her off.)

And Sadie spends the entire night glued to Leah’s side.

She looks years younger, curled deep in the couch cushions with her hair loose past her waist and her eyes half-lidded with sleep. There’s a mug of hot chocolate cradled in both their hands, and a blanket swaddled tight around Sadie’s shoulders. Leah tilts her head in easily for Sadie to whisper to her every so often, but mostly they just sit together and watch the chaos unfold.

It’s enough for memories to catch and tug at the corners of Jacob’s heart, sweet and soft as the half-smile on his daughter’s lips. A toddler in bright purple overalls, stumbling adoringly in Leah’s wake at the first wolfpack reunion, with wide eyes and a gap-toothed smile…a baby girl, cradled in Jacob’s arms in the hospital room, eyes scrunched shut and one fragile hand curled around his finger, the flutter of a tiny heartbeat against his palms and his own heart in his throat…

A piece of blanket fuzz bounces off his nose. Jacob blinks—realizes he’s staring, and Leah’s staring back with eyebrows raised, one hand still poised from the throw. He exaggerates a frown, and she just grins.

For a second, he contemplates revenge, (the twins and Seth appear to have decided that he was too zoned out to keep playing Monopoly, and have been skipping him accordingly, but he could probably still grab a house for a projectile), but Sadie’s actually asleep now, head tucked on Leah’s shoulder, and he doesn’t want to risk waking her.

Instead, he heaves to his feet, and wanders over to flop down beside them. His knees pop, and Leah—who’s phasing again, and still unfairly early in her thirties—grins even sharper.

“Your kid likes me better than you,” she says.

“Sure, sure.” It’s an old joke. Jacob just leans back, closing his eyes. “Thank you.”

For a long moment, there’s no reply. He listens to the warm chatter filling his house—slowed down, now that Sam and Emily have left to drive his dad back to his own place, and Quil’s switched to sitting with Embry, the two of them whispering just too quietly for him to make out words. From the kitchen, he can hear Bella humming as she cleans up the last of the mess—

“She deserves it all,” Leah says, and her voice is a little hoarse. “She really does.”

They’ve made it far enough from their teenage years—decades of apologies and arguments, shared hunts and careful, quiet trust—that Jacob knows exactly what’s behind those words, and what isn’t. What Leah’s left behind. Enough to be here, with her little brother’s voice echoing off walls the same way Harry’s used to, with a plate of Emily’s baking half-eaten by her feet—

With a girl sleeping on her shoulder whose life they've all worked to make softer than their own.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Yeah, she does.”

[wildflowercryptid]

i might be shifting into my newrival era...

[tvrningout-a]

i love this icon so much asdfg it’s time to talk about suma and tengen’s beginning my friends!!! a warning that i talk a lot here, and i mean a lot

personal blogs do not reblog!!!

     okay so!! there’s two sides to this headcanon!! first we have suma -- sweet, soft suma who lacked the character a kunoichi needed to succeed. she was always too emotional, lacking the confidence that her siblings had, always tearing up when others were hurt. though she may have made a fine wife, how could her parents offer her as a candidate for marriage to an uzui boy? they knew very well how strict the clan head was and the standards he set for his own children. suma could befriend anyone, got along just fine with young tengen, but her sunny disposition wouldn’t charm tengen’s father. she’d get eaten up and spat back out, especially if she were made to endure the same training as her husband.

     but her younger sister? well, she’d be fine. so suma’s parents offer her up instead, and suma tries her best to accept the decision despite her feelings for tengen ( how quickly her love for him bloomed, yet unlike a flower, it never withered as time stretched ). the decision isn’t hers to make, after all, and surely her parents have their reasons. surely her sister is the better match. surely...

     but suma can’t accept the decision. it eats at her until, in a moment of bravery, she bursts through the door and interrupts the marriage interview. she feels ill with everyone staring at her, but suma holds her ground. she’s in love with uzui tengen, and societal expectations aren’t going to keep her from baring her heart for him in front of his father even if the man is the scariest person she’s ever had the displeasure of meeting.

     and tengen, who is fifteen and whose shoulders already feel heavy, can’t believe his luck. of course he didn’t want to marry suma’s sister, no matter how good a match she would supposedly be bc keep in mind, tengen and suma have a four year age gap. if suma was 11 at the time, then her sister was even younger than that, and i can’t imagine that sat well with tengen ( btw it’s stated he would’ve been fifteen in the first fanbook! if y’all are wondering where the ages are coming from ). but even disregarding the age gap, i imagine tengen didn’t want to be married at all. fifteen years is plenty of time to see the harm his father caused; it was plenty of time to decide he didn’t want to drag anyone else into such hardship, much less be expected to bring life into a world that would expect that small, delicate child to give their life up for their duty.

     he didn’t want to be married at all, but when suma bursts into the marriage interview, tengen’s shoulders relax a little. the age gap isn’t ideal, but suma is a friend. she’s sweet and wears her heart on her sleeve and has never judged tengen when he’s expressed his dislike for some of their traditions. in fact, she’s understood him, agreed and complained just as much! if he has to marry someone, he can’t think of anyone better.

     so before his father can open his mouth to scold and berate her, tengen grins and declares that to reject her hand in marriage after such a flashy confession would be stupid of him. if she has enough guts to interrupt a marriage interview, then she deserves the name “ uzui, ” right? and he looks expectantly at his father, challenging him to make a scene in front of their future in-laws. there’s a deep sense of satisfaction when his father agrees, gaze dark and furious and promising retribution later ( tengen doesn’t even care because for once, he gets what he wants -- this is his choice ). 

     and suma isn’t stupid. she understands the gravity of tengen’s actions, recognizes the stormy look in his father’s eyes ( so many times she’s seen it and feared for her friend ). her heart flutters while her stomach twists. she knows very well that she’s lacking, that her sister is a better kunoichi, but it doesn’t matter just like it doesn’t matter that tengen’s father will likely tear her to pieces. none of that matters because it’s all worth it to see tengen smiling, and suma will try her damnedest to make him smile every day.

     i’m so sorry this is so long already :’ )))) but this whole situation isn’t just the funny little tidbit we read about. considering tengen’s father being the way he was, the whole thing must have been quite tense and truly did take a lot of courage on suma’s part. not only was she going to interrupt an important marriage interview, but she was gonna have to face the head of the uzui clan and hope for the best. but for tengen? she’d do anything. and i can only imagine the relief that hit tengen immediately when she came through that door :’ ) ANYWAY before i start rambling again and add a million more paragraphs, i love suma and tengen with my whole heart and think this began tengen’s turning point, and it only progressed with each wife <3

[wutheringmights]

Unrelated to the other asks, but do u have any queer headcanons for the Chain?

On the record, every single character I have ever written is bi unless I say otherwise.

So here are a few otherwises:

Wind is AroAce

Twilight is straight

Legend is gay

Sky identifies as straight, but everyone around him is like "uhhhh are you sure about that???" and then when he's in his 40s, he realizes he is bi and is like "why did no one tell me???" and everyone else is like "we did tell you!!!!"

For some gender headcanons:

Legend is nonbinary, would describe his gender as "male slightly to the left, female every other Thursday"

Wild, Twilight, and Hyrule are transmasc (I did my best to establish this in CTB by mentioning that they had a game where they tried to poke each other's top surgery scars, but the reference is so fleeting that it honestly does not count and I'm currently trying to find another point in the story to bring it up)

Time was not raised with a gender. Once he was introduced to the whole gender concept when he started exploring Hyrule, he spent a lot of time soul-searching to figure out what he was. And after many years of existential anguish, he realized he was just Some Guy.

Bonus Linkle headcanon under the cut:

(Linkle is bi with a strong preference for girls)

[damnelva]

☆°•LUCIFER/READER HEADCANONS•°☆

You're a tall woman, cause let's be honest he has a thing for tall and powerful woman

☆ I feel like you need to be a little different than Lilith to make Lucifer love you

☆ He's WAY more touch-craving now after all these years without any affection even from his own daughter. You have to be more open, affectionate and loving than Lilith ever was

☆ He's more insecure after Lilith, so you have to be able to show him your love towards him anytime or he's gonna go crazy duo to his overthinking

☆ And if you are loving, affectionate and caring in a way that showes him it, he's gonna be SO GRATEFUL

☆ That man was left with no care and love for so many years and now having someone like you that expresses it so easily and openly is like a blessing for him!

☆ The way you hold his hand so gently, or how you smile or tell him how good he's at his job or whatever he's doing- He's gonna cry!

☆ He loves you for loving his obsession with ducks. He kinda felt like it was weird and stupid for the king of hell to like such animal as a duck (it is kinda), but you also love them!? And you don't judge him for that, even the opposite, you think it's cute!? Oh, he's going to go insane with you..

☆ Lucifer's melts at the sight of you having a good relationship with his daughter. He'll be the happiest demon alive if Charlie sees you as a mother-figure! His two most important people get along with each other? Another reason to tell depression to go fuck itself

☆ About depression.. You can't imagine how his life got better after you entered it. Your love and care, it's just so much in a good way that it makes him even think if he still has depression (he does)

☆ He loves to wake up and see you laying next to him. Oh, the way your arms are wrapped around him and the way your embrace is so gentle but at the same time firm.. Like I said, it makes him sob

☆ Adores when you give him petnames like: Luci, dear or love. If you call him by a nickname, he will turn into crying & blushing mess

☆ He loves to give you nicknames like: Apple, Apple pie, Angel. BTW, for an unknown reason he feels naughty whenever he calls you ma'am or madam. Doesn't mean he won't call you that though

☆ Even though he's all sweet, cute and basically a cutie, he's still Lucifer the king of hell. He's hella strong and possessive. Like I said, he's insecure so whenever someone's flirting with you or being way too nice he gets jealous and mad

☆ Like, how dare you try to take away something I'm shocked I have!?

☆ Otherwise, no one approaches you in this kind of way, knowing who your lover is

☆ Please, marry him

☆ He wants it so bad! It already makes him blush whenever he realizes he can call you his lover, but being able to call you his WIFE!? Just the thought makes him blush, giggle and kick his feet

☆ This man is so maldy in love with you, it's crazy

[ghostssweetgirl]

I’ve always headcannoned ghost as not wearing his mask when he’s off duty. Idk I just think that he whould want to separate the two, maybe trying to find his identity as Simon back.

Love your storys btw there so *chefs kiss*

Can we get some married headcannons with our beloved ghosty. ❤️❤️❤️

I like to imagine that, too. Or at least that he doesn't wear his mask in the safety of his own home, he probably stays masked out in public (if he's ever in public). And thank you 🥺 I'm so grateful you enjoy my stories!

--

Ghost as a Husband Headcanons

At first, he was scared of marriage. Didn't want to risk anything happening to you, God forbid an enemy got intel of your name and location. He'd walk through the gates of Hell himself if you got hurt.

But, he knew from the moment your relationship started that he did want to marry you- you were the one, and he just knew it.

He's a big softie, you get princess treatment FORREAL. He doesn't let you carry anything heavy AT ALL, even if you are fully capable of doing it. And if he catches you carrying anything too heavy, he's scolding you (playfully).

If you're on a walk and come across a puddle, he's carrying you bridal style over it, no if's, and's, or but's about it.

He carries all of your bags around for you when you're out and about shopping.

And dammit, he will walk around almost every store with you. Even when he's sighing from exhaustion, nothing compares to the smile on your face when you're getting what you wanted.

Dreads going on deployment. Hates knowing you'll be alone even though he's taught you everything you needed to know about self defense. You know where all the guns, knives, and everything you can use as a weapon are in your shared house.

Loves, loves, loves coming back to you. Back home to your home cooked meals and tender environment, a safe place. A safe place to separate Ghost and Simon. Unmasked, and himself around you.

When he's on deployment, he stays up late at night thinking about you. Looking at pictures he has saved of you in his wallet, rubbing over it, cherishing what he gets to return home to. Sometimes Soap barges in his room while he's hunched over the side of the bed staring at the picture. Soap definitely playfully teases him about it.

If he returns home in the middle of the night when you're asleep, he doesn't want to wake you, or try to. He likes to watch you, your perfect face in such an innocent state, peaceful. He'll rub your cheek, soothingly rub your back until your eyes flutter awake.

Oh, how he just loves watching you groggily recognize him, you jump up no matter how tired you are, into his arms, squeezing him so hard. It just feels nice to know that he was missed.

You always cook him a big breakfast the morning after. He'll come up behind you, placing sweet kisses at the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. He shuffles his huge body with you as you move around, causing you to giggle.

"Simon! I can't cook that well with you up on me like that!" you laughed.

"I just missed you s'much, luv," he kissed the back of your head. "Need to be up on you."

And even though he refuses to talk about his missions, his work, you didn't need to know that, he didn't want your perfect little head to worry about it, he loved to hear you ramble about what you did to the house, the garden, things you did with your friends, etc.

Almost cries when you bring out the gifts you got him while he was away, surprised that someone loves him enough to think about him like this.

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A/N - I swear here lately I'm half asleep working on requests lol, I hope you enjoy these <3

[luvm4thers]

hey! can u write a headcanons about being married to marshall? ur writing is amazing btw

Marshall Mathers HCs:

prompt: You're Mrs. Mathers. 💍💖

⚠: a LOT of fluff, feels, happy marshall

request: yes!!

a/n: thank u so so much for the support!! <'3

hope you like it! i loved writing this one ♡

After years of being together as a couple, you never expected him to propose to you, knowing his views on marriage. You always made sure not to rush him, but he surprised you.

He would choose the prettiest ring he could find for you. One that suits you perfectly, the price wouldn't matter. He just would make sure that his love shows through it.

"Y'know I said I would never let anyone into my heart like this again… But you, baby, you're the one I wanna keep for the rest of my life, and I know I'm risking it, but you're so fucking worth it."

You would see his eyes sparkle like never before. His attitude might not change too much, but you would see the raw emotion show on his face.

You will never forget the kiss he gave you on that wedding day. Once he was able to have your lips, finally being married to you, he carried you into his arms bridal-style and kissed you like never before, for everyone to see. You could feel the intense passion and love brewing from it, and that would be something that both of you would never forget.

Of course he would be very scared to lose you. Even if he knows you love him, he doesn't want to fuck things up. He would try to maintain that fear as calm as possible to make things right.

So many emotions at the same time will have him fidgeting at the start. He wouldn't be used to feeling so happy and fulfilled on a marriage, but he would let you know how much he enjoys that feeling at your side.

Marshall won't ever give you a dull moment. He's always been rough but soft, passionate but loving. Tender but hard. And that's exactly what you're going to get.

When he's pissed off he normally wouldn't hesitate to go to his studio and take all that anger out as inspiration. But sometimes, he would accept your hugs and caresses as a form of comfort. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he would love the feeling of being comforted by you.

Marshall and you cuddling a lot as you two sleep. Yes, he would love hiding his face on your neck, grabbing your hips, hugging your figure or having you sleep on top of his body. Everything that is physical contact, as long as he has you close, that's enough to have him sleeping peacefully.

You would find lyrics on his studio about you. Marshall would surely write about you, even if feeling too embarrassed to tell you about it.

As he knows what things you like, he might take that in consideration for gifts. Special little things like giving you your favorite flowers, realizing if you're really craving something, over all, trying to be a good husband for you.

You pray that no one's talking shit about you after the news come out, because you just know Marshall IS going to diss every motherfucker who tries to mess with you.

Compliments, compliments.

"You got not only my heart, but Shady's heart too, babydoll. You gonna know how it feels to love us both."

You going shopping with Hailie, Alaina and Stevie. That would probably happen, as he would make sure they know you and accept you.

If he was already very touchy, now it's probably going to be worse.

[marikosenwrites]

karasuno boys - dating headcanons (pt. 1)!

a/n: sen here!! heyy obsessing over our haikyuu boys are we <3 yes i am i'm only on season two right now though, almost season three!! i'll be doing aoba jousai, nekoma, and fukuroudani gakuen! enjoy!

characters: hinata shouyou, kageyama tobio, tanaka ryuunosuke, sawamura daichi, sugawara koushi (suga-san🥹), tsukishima kei (TSUKKI🥹) [pt. 1], yamaguchi tadashi, takeda ittetsu (just me and one of my favorites), ukai keishin [and in that order] {pt.2}

pt. 1 || pt. 2

notes: in this au, kiyoko can't be married to tanaka...yeah. they're still in highschool, btw

gn!reader

↳ ❝ [ 日向翔陽 HINATA SHOUYOU ] ¡! ❞

-this cutie omg

-probably the first to confess

-gets all blushy when you're around at the start of the relationship

-you love ruffling his hair

-if you watch him practice until the end, he treats you to meat buns!! if he doesn't have enough money, he'll just share one with you

-kageyama is jealous omg and tsukishima is just like "the chibi got a girlfriend??"

-loves you so very much

-his love language HAS to be words of affirmation and physical affection

-you just can't help but return the affection

-if you don't know how to play volleyball, he's gonna teach you!!

-if you know- he's going to ask you to talk to him

-dates will be chaotic and affectionate

-often cooking dates!

-you love his family especially natsu

-also love them amusement park dates with him

-he's so fun loving and all

-kisses are very innocent, close to no spice at all except when he's feeling super annoyed or something

-loves cuddling with you when it's bedtime <33

-does NOT have a specific schedule rest assured

-calls you his dove (aww)

-you love calling him sunshine <333

-HE'S JUST SO BRIGHT

-I SWEAR

↳ ❝ [ 影山飛雄 KAGEYAMA TOBIO ] ¡! ❞

-a sweetheart actually

-he's so cold on the outside but lights up when you're there

-kisses have a little bit of spice

-he's too prideful to confess first ig so you make the move

-loves it when you come to his practice to support him

-at some point he has requested you to become a manager because sometimes ukai thinks you're a distraction for him so asks you to walk out for a bit to let kageyama concentrate

-you bet he has worried over it because he didn't know where you went

-ok onto the main shit

-dates are always somehow sport related (HOW DOES HE KEEP FINDING THEM)

-sometimes an outing or two when he's actually free and not busy with volleyball stuff

-you'd think he isn't clingy...WELL IT'S THE OPPOSITE ALRIGHT.

-he actually craves YOUR attention and YOURS ONLY

-i think you two would have a cat together (named it NOTHING after the other volleyball players you know :/)

-loves your cuddles too

-WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT

-YOU KNOW HE BUYS THEM DRINKS RIGHT

-HE WOULD BUY LIKE HUNDREDS FOR YOU IF YOU WANT

-aww the little (wait he's tall) guy

↳ ❝ [ 田中龍之介 TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE ] ¡! ❞

-the hot-headed guy just can't get enough of you

-you sometimes make fun of him for being almost bald-

-but he's okay with it because he loves you (as long as you dont do it that often)

-okay so firstly like kiyoko WHEN HE SEES YOU HE CONFESSES TO YOU ALMOST IMMEDIATELY

-one second he's dumbfounded by your beauty, the other he's confessing to you already

-like you reject him first few times

-AND THEN AND THEN YOU START TO FALL FOR HIM

-THEREFORE YOU ACCEPT WOOOOO

-it's uh "Y/N-SAN! I LIKE YOU CAN YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!!!" and then you're just like "ah- yeah. mhm."

-he's just like :o WHAT

-okay that's it for the confession

-dates are always what you want

-if it happens you want to make cake, go for an ice cream shop, an amusement park- whatever, you name it and he can afford it? YOU'RE GOING

-they're all so sweet...

-he's also needy at some point when you're dating

-so...MORE IN MY NSFW LATER

↳ ❝ [ 菅原孝史　SUGAWARA KOUSHI ] ¡! ❞

-i'm gonna bet 100 dollars that he's the one confessing

-STEP ONE: get you as his girlfriend

-firstly he's going to ask you to meet him during lunch in the morning

-second when you're both there he confesses

-to his surprise you accept to go out with him and one date turns into two, into three and ON

-STEP TWO: MORE DATES TO COMEEE

-always ice cream dates and baking dates

-always appears to get flour in his fluffy hair

-ALSO ALSO YOU LOVE PATTING HIS HAIR AT ALL TIMES IT'S LIKE COMFORTING YOURSELF

-sometimes picnics too <333

-STEP THREE: there is none for now but THERE WILL BE SOON. SOON ENOUGH.

-his way of giving you affection is by kissing you, cuddling, and giving you praises...

-do you have a praise kink (nvm forget i asked that)

-cuddling in bed is one of his favorite ways to go to sleep

-you stroking his back is too

-you guys are always the talk of the karasuno vb boys group when you guys get together for gatherings (the perfect couple?!?!?!?!)

↳ ❝ [ 澤村大地 SAWAMURA DAICHI ] ¡! ❞

-he's definitely the one to confess first being the big boy man he is <3

-literally will kiss you when you accept

-so taken aback you felt like you were going to faint

-his kisses are so gentle help

-ok maybe not sometimes but we all know when that is

-love playing with his ears mayybe?? i know there's nothing different with the rest, but i just feel like it's with daichi

-your first date is an amusement park one ✨✨

-p.s. you shared the cotton candy lmao-

-he literally walked you home and your parents invited him in for dinner

-they like him very much thank you

-relationship has been approved now your parents are urging him to marry you even though it's only one week into the relationship-

-now HE'S the one that pats your head every time he passes you in the hallway or whatsoever

-when you move in together LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS YOUR CHOICE NOW

-you can choose the flat, the decorations, the vibes, the furniture- EVERYTHING

-loves you that much yes

-the sweetest guy ever NO DEBATE

↳ ❝ [ 月島蛍 TSUKISHIMA KEI ] ¡! ❞

-SALTY SHIMA. THIS MAN IS SO SALTY

-i swear bro

-he has rizz though that's for sure

-he confesses to you first (it was during lunch you remember the day like it was yesterday)

-his kisses are half spicy (igg since tsukishima is that kinda person)

-the mean to the public and only kind to you kind of person <3

-dates are usually home dates (he's an introvert (i headcanon))

-perhaps if you can persuade him (it's a 50/50)

-first date was a movie date

-then you went home with him (you went to his house)

-and met his parents

-they liked you very much <33 now treat you like their daughter

-the next time you went on a date, you brought him to yours and he made a good impression but they don't love him as much as his parents do to you

-i will write the time skip arc for this because i am biased and you literally can't stop me (but tell me if you want more i'll reblog it with more hcs)

-you were so happy for him when he joined the sendai frogs

-cheered for him on every game (LIKE THE SHIRT AND THE SIGNS AND STUFF)

-facepalmed himself out of spite ya bet he got a scolding for that

-"KEI KEI KEI GANABTTE," that was you, screaming at the top of your lungs at your HUSBAND.

-"oi, tsukki, who's that?"

-tsukishima facepalmed himself, earning a glare from you, "my wife."

-"EHH?? TSUKKI HAS A WIFE??"

-lmao the most normal occurrence

-after that koganegawa would often come to you and ask for dirt on kei (screw him for facepalming)

-saltyshima (in the public) → sweetieshima (in front of you only)

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[cosmic-waves7]

Hiii, can I request asano x reader x karma in poly relationship scenario/headcanons? I want a lot of fluff pls

Note: omg I've been dying to this awee, Btw Fem pronouns are used <3

...How?

How did you three even happen??

Class E is flabbergasted.

Honestly, they didn't think Asano was ever going to be capable of removing that stick up his ass, much less for you and Karma of all people.

But your trio is the ultimate power couple of the school and koro-sensi is fangirling hard.

Since Asano is the son of the school principle when I say power couple I mean power. Couple.

Karma likes to joke around and use that as a threat to the rest of the students so -

Both the boys argue a lot so you're the glue that makes this relationship stick.

Doesn't mean you're ever less appreciated.

It also doesn't mean that the two don't love each other dearly.

They love spoiling you.

Definitely make it a competition to see who can one up the other to "win" your heart once more.

It's all in good fun and both know that they are just as much loved and cherished as the other to you.

But still, Karma is going to win that ungodly sized plushie for you at the carnival fair.

Yes. Still Asano will take you out to the most extravagant dinners he can muster.

It's their love language, besides being annoying of course.

Other than that they are so. cute. Together.

Your camera roll is filled with pictures of them cuddled up and asleep.

Who knew Asano could be a little spoon when you're not around.

Karma constantly teases him about it only to be kissed to shut up.

Study datesss.

Asano refused to have slackers as loving partners.

When your in public there'll be next to zero pda besides like hand holding.

Some people may even question you three are even in a relationship rather than just a very good friendship.

That is until they see Karma poking at you and Asano nagging at him like a married couple.

In private it's a whole other story.

Cutesy couple energy to the max.

They still argue tho.

"Put them doWN-"

"noo~" :3

Emotionally constipated + extremely touch starved = very clingy boyfriends

With one another and with you espically.

Both Like feeding u and each other but in private.

They don't look it but domesticity is the way to their hearts.

Easily jealous obviously but they have very peculiar ways to go about their jealousy.

I'm talking thinly veiled threats of murder kind of ways.

They aren't whiny, very confident and powerful personas. If anything they can be quite mean.

Evil even.

But they love youu~

(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[milfbrennan]

bones sexuality headcanons

yeah i dont have proof (except angela) i just Know. call it my lesbian spidey senses. disclaimer that those are MY headcanons, you can have your own opinions on those ofc

main characters:

brennan: bi (preference for ugly men... but i digress). she probably started exploring her sexual orientiation in college and came to the conclusion that she's attracted to every gender to varying degrees. she's probably tongue kissed angela a few times pre season 1

booth: cishet ally! ⭐️ he's a bit confused but he's got the spirit, i'll give him that.. bi wife energy start playing whenever he walks into the room

zack: gayboi with a bad case of hero worship for dr brennan. naomi from paleonthology made him realise this isnt really what he'd like to excavate, if you get the gist... ;) (ew)

angela: imo? bi, but it's up to anyone. canon queer and i'm very happy about it

hodgins: bi. putting my foot down on this one- to me, hodgela is bi4bi. one day early into the series angela goes "why is everyone so hot... being bi is so hard" and hodgins is like "yeah, tell me about it" and they have a Oh, You Too? moment

cam: distinguished (ex-disaster) pan. she's all cool and collected now but in middle school she was probably stuttering whenever she saw a pretty girl

sweets: pan. boykisser. i just KNOW. that man is not heterosexual. probably had a few boyfriends in high school too

aubrey: bi? preference for women but in an alternate universe he and sweets are a thing

goodman: token straightie along with booth except i actually like him even tho even tho he took a 2 month sabbatical and never came back

squinterns:

clark: bi. a bit repressed and only realised it after breaking up with nora but as long as he gets there it's fine

daisy: pan. absolute girlkisser. she has the wlw equivalent of whatever zack felt for dr brennan. swaisy is a disaster pan couple.

fisher: pan- and i wont have it any other way. he was 100% checking sweets out when he came over to b&b's in s8, so i like to think when hodgins asks sweets "what is it with you and interns?" in 9x23 he's including fisher

wendell: bi and in a lab au he's dating vincent thank you

vincent: english twink and i think he and wendell should kiss in the lab lost & found

arastoo: straightie but we still love him. pan wife energy since he and cam are married

finn: god, i have No Idea but i have a feeling he doesn't either

wells: aro, and maybe ace too, but fyi even if he wasn't no one would want him

jessica: ... i used to say lesbian but i kinda let the jaubrey of it all get to me... pan vibes perhaps? i'll have to think it over. in another universe she and daisy are a thing too btw

other characters:

caroline julian:... lesbian. no i will not give an explanation for this one. sham marriage and all.

karen delfs: big pansexual energy coming from this random profiler?? i like her

villains: (do not take those seriously, but also...)

pelant: unlabeled. getting strangled by hodgins awoke something in him but he didnt have the time to figure it out between 8x01 and 9x04

taffet: very VERY mean lesbian

epps: heterosexual incel

broadsky: internalised homophobia over booth, clearly

kovac: the man pretended to be married to his sister. i'm not sure i even wanna know

[e-vay]

Hi E-Vay! 🖐 So a headcanon I literally just thought:

I'm a bit of a traditionalist in the sense that when people get married, one person takes the other's name. So Aurora would have Shadow's name when they get married...and while Shadow is known by his title like Sonic is: "Shadow the Hedgehog", that isn't his legal last name.

It's Robotnik.

It started as a human thing, because humans have actual surnames and not titles like Mobians do, and Shadow was created and raised by humans. He has perfect reason to get it legally changed to his title like Sonic's, especially after the what happened with the brainwashing and the Professor's name doesn't exactly win many people over, but he doesn't keep Robotnik as his legal surname for the Professor.

He keeps it for Maria. To honor the memory of his brave and beautiful sister and keep a part of her alive.

K thanks that's all bye kisses! 😘❤💖

(And literally its Shadow Robotnik the Hedgehog and Aurora Robotnik the Hedgehog and so on with the kiddos btw.)

How have I never thought of this?!? I literally tell people all the time that Shadow is Eggman’s uncle, WHY DID I NEVER THINK HIS LAST NAME WAS ROBOTNIK?!

That is so genius!!! I absolutely love this! Also love the idea that it kinda makes Eggman and Sonic family too 😂

I love your headcanons!

[dotster001]

Q.P.R. Headcanons; First years

I never knew that I needed aro head cannons in my life but now I need like 42 more so I DEMAND *asking nicely* for more please - @bakdbfi

Summary: aro-ace first years x aro-ace gn! Reader. Things you guys get up to in a queerplatonic relationship.

A/N: hee hee I am once again on time for aro awareness week 😁

Dorm Leaders

Tbh, I've always wanted to go up to him and say, “Hey Ace, I'm ace!” But if you did this while you're in a QPR, he'd always come up with a snarky comment. Maybe say something like, "Nah, I'm Ace. Fuck off." Smh. He's so silly. I wanna throw rocks at him

He's the aro-ace that always forgets he's aro-ace. He'll come up to you like, “Guess who has a date!” Then he'll come see you afterwards, his eyes dead, and he'll be like, “So, I got distracted by how pretty they are. Oops.” He sees people as attractive, but when he tries to bridge the gap, he's always like, oh, yeah, nevermind. And then he complains to you about it, as though you were the one to set up the date!

He's always in your space. Being in a QPR with him is like gaining an extra cat. He's so affectionate, as long as you don't say anything. He'll scoot his chair so close to yours that your legs touch. If you're laying on the couch, he will climb over you and shove himself into your arms, in the most awkward, clumsy way possible. BUT IF YOU SAY ANYTHING…. he's gonna gaslight the hell out of you. He didn't want to touch you, get out of his space. Or, pay him if you wanna be in his space so badly.

Not only is he in your space, but he's stealing your food. What's yours is his, and what's his is his. He'll reach his fork over to your plate, and pick up your food. You'll wake up to a noise at three in the morning, and you'll see him raiding your fridge. If you ever become roommates, you'll catch him eating your labeled leftovers, zero shame on his face. What? True love is sharing food with your bestie!

Calls you his wife/husband/spouse when he introduces you. Then he can't fight off the shit eating grin on his face.

You know…honestly… if your mc isn't romantic with Ace, I'd say that in game they already kind of have a QPR. Calling it canon right now. He's just always slightly more close than a friend, but also not quite to romantic. 

If you read the first rendition of these HC's, he's a lot like Kalim. He just…doesn't get it. Ace tries to explain that the love he feels for his best friend (you) is different to romantic love and he just never gets it. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, Deuce wants to marry his best friend. He says he wants to marry you all the time. Let's get married and have kids but like in a friend way. His mom and you just smile and shake your heads.

Btw? Mama Spade? That's your mom now. The Spade household has a room set aside for you anytime you want to come over, but it always ends up in Deuce joining you for a cuddle sesh. Sometimes, he won't change rooms until you are half asleep, and he'll slowly open the door, and stand in the doorway. He just looks so sad, standing there in his jammies, holding his extra pillow, so you'd be a monster not to let him in.

Would you co parent some chickens with him? Please please please! He promises he'll do most of the work, he just needs an extra helper!

If you are separated, he will die. He doesn't make the rules. He wants you to be his partner on projects. He wants you to move in with him. And of course you gotta go into the same career after graduation. When people meet him, they just think he is the mopiest little guy. Then, when they see the two of you together, it's like he's a completely different person! Deuce has been asked twice now if he has a secret twin. (Deuce doesn't understand the question)

Greets you with cheek kisses. If you don't do it back, or don't pay enough attention the first time, he makes a very obnoxious kissing sound. He learned this technique from Meemaw. She taught him that the more embarrassing it is, the more likely you are to reciprocate the love he gives.

The boy grew up in a country area with a sweet old grandma. He's always going to be feeding you. It's very rare, when you two are alone, that he's not trying to put some food in your mouth, because “you're not eatin’ enough!” And he's aggressive about it! If you try to dodge the fork he brings to your mouth, he's gonna chase you, pin you down, kick your shins, whatever it takes to get you to eat. Plus, he put all of his love into that food! Why don't you want it?!

Meemaw wants you both to get married. And whenever she says something, Epel makes a loud gagging sound. Which of course prompts you to begin bickering with him about why he wouldn't want to marry you, which usually results in him saying something mean or bratty about how you are unmarriageable. Meemaw sighs happily, thinking she's got you on the right track, but nah. You two are having a fight about something neither of you even wanted.

Likes to tuck you into bed. It's a weird thing of his. For all of how aggressive most of his love is, right before bed, he is at his sweetest. He tells you it's bed time, and pulls back the covers. He gently tucks you in, and gives you a kiss on the forehead. Then he flops onto the bed next to you, completely wrecking the moment. But he sleeps hot, so he's not gonna join you under the covers.

This one is like having a big brother. He has scary dog privileges. Any haters/bullies/naySayers are going to have to be able to spread their hate with him standing behind you and glaring at them. And if they somehow are brave enough to do it, then they have to be brave enough to ignore his vicious growl.

In his birthday note to me, this year, he was like, “my gift for you is to make you buff.” This is your everyday life now. You will be buff. How else are you supposed to be safe when he's not there? (This logic is flawed. He is always there.)

Wants to have a family. But since neither of you are super into the traditional way of having a family, he would like it if you'd adopt and co raise a couple of kids with him. He knows the two of you together would make great parents. 

If you learned how to make pear compote, and then make it for him when he's having a bad day, he might almost figure out what romantic love feels like. Almost. His heart would just be so full, and so light, that he could almost mistake it for being in love with you. Almost.

He likes for you both to help each other out with cleanliness. You help him clean his ears and tail, and he helps brush your hair and teeth. It makes him feel loved when you help him groom. So he loves to return the favor. It really instills the familial feel he has around you.

Sebek’s a romance repulsed aro-ace. Anytime he thinks of anyone having ooey gooey feelings for another person, he dry heaves a little. In his words, “IF THEY HAD PURE DEVOTION FOR SOMEONE, THE WAY I AM DEVOTED TO MY LORD, THEY WOULD HAVE NO NEED FOR SUCH FOOLISHNESS.”

Never puts a label on what you two are. He invites you to move in with him after graduation to “remind him what happens if you forget to train and refuse to eat Lilia's healthy meals”. If you were a stranger, you'd be hurt. But you know it's an excuse. He really just likes having you around. It fills a hole in his heart.

His love language is “caring for your fragile human body”. If you slightly shiver, even if it's just a random reaction, he is scooping you up, wrapping you in a blanket burrito, and spoon feeding you soup. If you try to escape your blanket, he gently shushes you, caressing your cheek and whispering about how you need to hang on a little longer. He'll save you, don't go yet! (Similar things happen when you cut yourself, stub your toe, accidentally skip a meal…his dad and Silver may be human, but, no offense, he didn't care that much until it was about you.)

You're the equivalent of a comfort blanket. When Lilia sees Sebek having a bad day, he'll snatch you away from whatever you are doing, then place you in front of him. Sebek immediately gets distracted and starts cooing at you about how wonderful you are, and how other people should try to be like you. Every. Single. Time.

Trains you to sword fight. After you become special to him, he realizes that people may target you, in order to weaken him, and thus get a direct route to Lord Malleus. Delusional So he wants you to be able to protect yourself if he is out of reach.

He's big on setting his hand on top of your head, then messing up your hair aggressively. Then he lets out a booming laugh about how cute human reactions are.

Sometimes, he gets so happy when he sees you that he just…bites you. He'll come in for a hug, and the next thing you know, he's chomped down on your shoulder with a relaxed smile. Sometimes you'll be watching a movie together, and he'll unconsciously take your hand, and bring your forearm to his mouth so he can gently bite it. You're a fidget toy now. You'll have to get used to it.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

I love your writing so much 💕💕Can I request making the moom boys the little spoon headcanons or their reaction to their gf trying to make them little spoon? Because personally I'm 4'11 and their what? 5'11, 6 foot? Idk it's always been funny to me thinking about short big spoon and big small spoon

Of course!

Moon Boys + being little spoon:

Marc Spector:

Please and thank you. He needs to feel protected more than he admits out loud, and something as simple as this will forever live rent free in his heart.

He's not used to cuddling, not even when he was married. His emotional barrier is inmense and considers himself a pintential bother if he asks too much to his partner (BTW, as "too much" Marc literally understands any need he may have).

Your hand slides over his arm. He opens his eyes. "Hmm?" Marc turns back his head, thinking you need something. "Everything okay?" "Uh? Why, yes... Do you... want me to take it off?" you ask nervously.

It takes him some seconds to understand, and, while he makes a little smile and mutters an apologize, his heart is melting and he feels a desperate need for cry or laugh or scream or anything. He can't remember the last time he slept so close to someone else.

"Just be careful" he warns you "If I turn I may crush you" "I'm not that small, Marc" "Oh really? 'Cause you look right now like a koala"

Steven Grant:

Honestly, being the small spoon is his default position in bed. When he's deep asleep, his body curls like a ball, is not until dawn he may wake up in starfish way because someone (probably Jake) didn't have enough care with the body.

He makes a surprised gasp when your arms go around him. "Oh, wait! I'm a little ticklish..." he says when your hands reach his sides. So, in my opinion, the best place to rest them is his chest.

Cuddling Steven is like having a massive teddy bear, all warm and fluffy. Since you're smaller, your face buries between his shoulders blades.

You may think that, due to his bad sleeping history, being the bid spoon will be hard, but not. In fact, having you behind him and so close helps Steven to sleep better. Perhaps is the added weight or your own warmth, but having you besides him soothes him down like nothing before.

Jake Lockley:

The problem with Jake is he isn't usually around for sleep time. When interacting, is mostly on plain day or maybe a little before sunset, so in general, your cuddling with him is at minimum, compared to thw other two.

The other obstacle is he enjoys being the big spoon. It has a lot of benefits, he can be protective and sweet at the same time, his hands have access to your body in case he wants to hold to something...

"Whatcha doing? Playing the monkey?" he jokes due to the size difference. He likes when you also let one leg resting on his, it's almost the only reason why he allows you to change the position. "But don't get too used to this, bonita"

He has a wide variety to call you when you're the big spoon, everyone weirder than the previous one: mochilita (little bagpack), baby monkey, gecko... and his favorite, "Koala time!"

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

higuruma marriage headcanons ! . . .

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

higuruma x reader, fluff, nsfw under cut

first of all i looooovvveeee higuruma so much so i'm glad other people do and i'm not alone :')

i'm not gonna say much about dating pre-marriage

he definetly dates with the intent to get married. i can't see him as a player or someone who dates around just for fun

he'd take you on lots of dates; several a week

most of them are more modest locations like a coffee shop or the local markets, but on special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries) he books a reservation at a fancy restaurant

in a relationship and in his life i think he's very smart with money

he proposed at the spot where you met; a beautiful park in the city which was especially green this time of year

he definetly took you to get your nails done a few days beforehand and paid in full

he decided to splurge and get you a gorgeous wedding ring with a huge diamond

obviously this was well thought out and planned, and he decided that you're worth it and logically, you're going to be wearing this for the rest of your life so he wanted it to be high quality and something that you'd like

he'd definetly take into consideration whether you prefer gold or silver jewelry choose get a ring accordingly

he really just wants to have a simple wedding

mostly because he's not one for huge public displays of affection but also, going back to him being smart with money, he wants to save up for a honeymoon trip and investments like a house, furnishings, etc.

basically, he's a very logical person and doesn't see a lot of value in putting so much money into one day

that being said, he'd still make it as special and intimate for the two of you as possible with special gestures and a traditional ceremony

i can see the wedding happening in a church most likely

anyways, the honeymoon would be somewhere you've never traveled to so the two of you could experience a new place, like malaysia (iykyk), france, italy, greece, especially somewhere romantic

once y'all move in together, he'd be very adamant about holding up his end of the cleaning, cooking, maintenace, etc. even though he works a full time job. to him it's the only option; you both live there so you both do equal work to take care of the home

i see him as being a very clean and routinely person

he likes to have his morning routine before he goes to work every day: wake up next to the love of his life, sleep in for as many minutes as possible, then get up and shower, get dressed, have coffee and breakfast, and read the paper before he's on his way to work

speaking of breakfast, this man can cook. one of his favorite hobbies is cooking for you and having you be his personal taste tester

he likes to experiment with food from different cultures and other countries

sometimes date nighy with him is just him cooking a nice meal for the two of you and watching y'all's favorite movies

he loves true crime btw

also in his house this man has a huge library. like he has an office but he also has a room just dedicated to books

yea there's some law books but it's mostly miscellaneous things he found interesting: cooking books, fantasy novels, travel guides, etc.

what can i say, he'd be a perfect partner~

NSFW 🪐

higuruma is a  g o d  at eating pussy, i don't make the rules

that tongue can recite the law AND [redacted]

he also doesn't have a huge dick (y'all let's be realistic. why would you want that anyways) but this man knows how to use it

i'm thinking like 5 inches, above average girth and neatly trimmed hair but not completely gone. slight curve the the left

his favorite position is missionary 100%. this just makes so much sense to me

i know y'all are gonna say 'ass or tits' so i'll just go ahead and establish he's a tits man. yes this is the law

he has a praise kink. oh he's unfulfilled in his life and hates his job?? yea fs.

i know i said tits but this man also loves thighs. he wants to be suffocated between them

honestly 10/10 he's perfect