#flip zimmerman headcanon

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PREY | FLIP ZIMMERMAN

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summary: never trust a charming man. his charm might turn into your worst nightmare when the man seems too good to be true

pairing: fem! reader x flip zimmerman

words: 2.1k

a/n: this is the weirdest idea i’ve ever had, do not ask how i came up with it…i wrote this for english lit so if there a name or description to the my oc i changed to ‘y/n’ please ignore since i didnt proof read!!

TW! kidnapping, implied cannibalism

"I can hear you, sweetheart," taunting words fell between the rapid rustling and crunching of the autumn leaves, creaking branches, and the smell of wet weeds and newly bloomed wild flowers.

A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of your neck; your hairs stuck to the side of your face as you twisted and turned to see what direction was the way out of the forest maze—quickly and safely. Every second you pondered, you wasted time. Every wrong turn you took, you wasted energy. Every second, you were hopelessly running away from safety.

You felt a surge of adrenaline as the cold air bit into your lungs. You forced your legs to push harder off the muddy ground and slippery roots, anticipating the relief of finding someone who could help. A sudden ringing noise penetrated your ear; a waft of air shot past you. Your heart sank into what seemed like a bottomless pit in your stomach when you saw a shotgun shell embedded in tree bark. A meaningless piece of brass and plastic, the colour of gasoline fuel, but its shape solid; red like blood.

Your screaming burst through your lungs; it was the only weapon you had. Your breath was sharp and frantic, your eyes wide filled with tears. Fear washed over you as you thought of the possibility of your life being cut short just because you had trusted a man who turned out to be the kind of charming until he got what he needed.

"You broke my trust, Y/n." His voice sang through the thick air. "You know, my favourite game as a boy used to be hide-and-seek. Always played with my brother, friends, family,” A short but taunting silence made your heart race. "They always complained because I played unfairly and cheated," he said, to the sound of his gun clocking. "I disagree."

The soft ground blurred below you. You continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have, figuring it was because of the psychopath on your tail. The only things that could hinder you from survival were your physical limits and your doubt. But your exhaustion also came running after you, and your cramping legs gave in, falling into the pile of wet leaves. Your body shook as you pressed your back against the tree trunk, trying to regain some sort of power to keep on running, but it was no use.

His frame edged closer and closer, his black shoulder-length hair blowing in the low wind. His dark gaze fixed on you as his twisted smile sent shivers down your spine.

Your mind went frantic with the thought, ‘weak.’

He looked at you, jaw clenched, inches away from you. Nostrils picked up the scent of his cologne as your lips started to tremble, knowing you had failed to outrun him. What would he do now that you had tried to run away? You didn’t know.

"You look beautiful when you're scared," he crouches down, cocking his head. "But the fun is over now and I get really angry when people try to outsmart me. Will you try to outsmart me again?"

"Please!" Your voice cracks. "Please, you don’t have to do this!" You cry out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

"But I do," his voice now soft like it had been before he opened up the door to his cabin. "I have to do this."

Your crying intensified; your chest grew tight as bile rose in your throat. Blood pounded in your ears. Your hands shook. Your feet tingled. Your vision was disfigured, as if you were looking through a fish tank. There was nothing else you could do but give up. His strong arms scooped you off the ground and started carrying you away.

Your heart pounded even harder when you could see a street poking from behind the branches, realising you had given up before the finish line. Darkness was torn from your face, and a matrix of lights blinded you. Groaning, you shifted, attempting to jerk away from the brightness beyond your lids. Your hand hits your face, the drowsiness making you feel like a marionette. But even though your limbs feel heavy, like they had piled on imaginary weight, you tried to pull herself together. Pushing your torso off the ground, you noticed you were back in the living room you had been in moments before you took off running. Your eyes scanned for restraints—none.

But there he was. Tall, broad, muscular, wearing...black? A black blazer buttoned over something white, dark trousers, black shoes, all melting together into one until you blink a few times.

He must have noticed your surprise.

"Don’t worry," he took a swig of beer. "This manor is human proof. Both escaping," he huffed out, placing his hands on his thighs before talking towards the kitchen counter, "I mean like escape proof, soundproof, everything proof." He laughed.

"Why are you doing this?"

You spoke, your heart pounding and your voice cracking. "What the fuck is happening?"

He cackled, like he had one too many drinks, and laughed at a terribly awful joke. "Something very unfortunate for you."

"Let me go. Please. I swear I—I won’t tell anyone."

Silence.

“What happened, Flip?" Your gaze dropped to his frame, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. His hands engulfed the beer bottle he held. "What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, Y/n." Monotone. Dry.

"Then please tell me why you are doing this to me." You couldn’t stop your chin from trembling or your heart from wanting to explode out of your chest. "You treated me so well. We slept together. And now. What is this?"

Flip scrambled out of his seat.

Your eyes darted across the room—the drawing room at the cabin, nothing but miles of land and sheep. It stood close to the sea, just off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, which at this time of year had the strongest and toughest currents.

Flip placed the beer on one of the coffee tables and braced his weight on the gold-encrusted sofa that stood perfectly opposite you.

"I mean don’t get me wrong, dear, the sex was incredible and probably some of the best I ever had but it was part of my scheme."

"What scheme? To lure me to the woods?” You wanted to shout, but every bit of effort you made to speak or move was tripled against the weight of you building fear.

"Look, it’s nothing personal, Y/n," he said, lifting the corner of his lips. "You took my bait and now it's on you. It’s not my fault when you’re so gullible when it comes to love. I mean seriously, falling in love within three dates?"

"Is Flip even your real name?"

"Yes. My full name is Philip Zummerman."

"You give your victims your government name?"

"Well, it’s not like any of them will ever tell the police," he chuckled, his white teeth shining between his black moustache and beard. "You asked me before why I am doing this. I have an answer to that but I don’t think you’ll enjoy it as much."

"What is the answer?"

"I am handsome, well proportioned and insanely wealthy. Those two components work rather marvellously together. I either charm my way out of any trouble or I’ll just pay off what I need to. Humans are leeches by nature, you know," he took another sip of his beer. "Humans crave luxuries and comfort, and what else?"

"I don’t know."

“Yes, you do. C’mon!" He slouched down with the biggest grin he had yet given.

“Ehm,” pause, “Money?"

“Ding Ding Ding…money. How much money do you think it will take to buy an ordinary man’s silence? Say less than a thousand dollars? Maybe even two if he’s desperate enough."

You had no idea how to behave. You felt like you were compelled to listen to him.

Flip stood back up again, beer in his hand, his back facing her as he paced around on the dark ebony floors, the squeaking penetrating your ears.

“And how much do you think you will need to persuade that same man, so dull and simple, to take a life?" His feet stopped moving.

A deafening silence.

What?

"Those dirty old men rummaging around the dirty cities of Colorado would do it for 5.000? Maybe 10. But in their eyes, you are worthless. Not worthy of anything except the price tag above your head that has compelled them to blindly follow any orders given to them. Just like dogs. I think there’s a psychology behind it but then again I am no psychologist,"

“What are you going to do with me?" You asked once more, collecting every ounce of calmness you had left, forcing yourself to make contact with him.

He sighed in response. Like he was... bored, annoyed, rushed? Perhaps all three?

"I’m going to kill and eat you."

His gaze went through you like a blast of ice, his sick smile making your stomach churn. Your muscles stiffened, paralyzed by fear. You could hear the slow, dragging beat of your heart. Fear became a tangible living force that crept over you like some hungry beast, immobilising you and your brain, holding you captive. Every muscle in your body screamed at you to try and escape again, but you remained frozen.

"What…" Bile started to rise again.

"I will kill you, and I will eat you." The clicking of his tongue enunciating his pointed finger on you. "A simple concept really."

Panic started to settle in again. Fear creeping from behind, the hair on the nape of your neck stood up.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." Nothing but high-pitched whimpers. Shallow breaths made it impossible to think clearly.

Your mind was scattered. How to escape? What had happened? Was your hand numb? Why did it feel like little pinpricks?

"This isn’t happening."

"It’s happening." His dark, monotone voice penetrated past your thoughts.

"It’s not happening. It’s not happening. This is all a bad dream."

You never had a heart attack but if someone had told you this is what it felt like, you wouldn’t doubt them. Your breathing was laboured, and your palms felt wet. You couldn’t think of anything but that your chest might get crushed any minute. "Oh, Lord," you started, "save me just this once."

You were trying to breathe, but you couldn’t. Someone was clutching your throat, stopping you from taking full breaths. But there was no one stopping you. Tears started trickling down your cheeks as panic crept over you again. This time, panic was unavoidable. It felt like forever. You sat there and panicked. He kept trying to say something, but nothing but mumbles made it past your ear. What he tried to tell you was inaudible.

‘Y/N!’

So suddenly his shouting erupted, bringing your mind back to reality as you stared blankly at him. You could feel a tear sitting at your lower lash line.

“There you are," Flip’s voice was half way between a whisper and a shout, deep and rumbling like the earthquake below you but still full of the danger you felt whenever you noticed his eyes on you. "Y/n."

“You’re a cannibal?" You choked back the fear and guilt you felt in your heart, speaking to yourself .

“Don’t insult your own intelligence," he tuts. "I do have a tendency to strongly dislike people who belittle themselves for the sole reason of incompetence or lack of confidence."

“And you just eat people?"

"I have refined tastes," he answers, his expression emotionless, but you could see the coiled tension in his body, the rage ready to spill forth. "You have complimented me on my cooking just earlier this evening. I remember the way your eyes fluttered, enjoying the thigh fillet. I would say your tastes are the same as mine. Why don’t we get you relaxed, dear? Hm? I have a room just for you and we’ll talk about this once you are back to normal."

"Normal. Normal."

You could feel his arms underneath you as he brought you to his chest. Feet dangling in the air as he made his way towards a wooden door that led down a spiral staircase, a red carpet greeting you as he walked past another long hallway until he came to a halt in front of the second-to-last door.

"You know, my dear, normally in these types of situations there would be some revulsion at the revelation that you’ve consumed a person. I see nothing of that in your demeanour. You don’t seem to care about the fact that others have suffered to land on my plate, yet you only seem to panic after you found out that you would meet their same fate... Tell me why? Do you think you are more important?"

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🍔 - I can never get enough of your Flip hcs :D

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Flip's first ever dog was a basset hound that lived mostly outside.

He was a porch dog named Red, so named for the russet coat that shone in the Coloradoan sun.

Flip and that dog went nearly everywhere together that a boy and dog could go -- you didn't see Flip without Red, and you didn't see Red without Flip.

He wasn't allowed inside, too dirty and slobbery for Mrs. Zimmerman's clean manicured home, but every now and again, Flip would sneak him in through the back porch and on particularly cold nights, let Red snuggle up at the foot of his bed instead of the chilly dog house.

Red was a good dog, never barked at the mailman or newspaper boy. He walked you home from school on nights when Flip was running groceries for the neighbor or trimming the lawn of the elderly couple down the block.

He ate just about anything, never picky and always happy for some leftovers from the diner that you and Flip frequented on your teenage date nites.

After Red passed away at the ripe old age of 14, his red gone mostly grey, Flip never thought about getting another dog. He didn't have the time for one anyway, not with his job at the police station, working his way up to detective.

In fact, it isn't until he's growing a bit of grey around the temples himself, that you surprise him one Hanukkah with a basset hound puppy that simply had to come with you from the pound.

Beside himself with emotion and reflections of his childhood, he followed suit and named this one Blue, after the big satin ribbon you tied around her neck.

And even though he knew this puppy would never replace the one he had grown up with, he found the old leash from the garage and realized just how badly he had missed those post-dinner walks.

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ADCU Masterlist

A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!

Kylo Ren

Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ↠ You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.

Correspondence ↠ The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.

Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ↠ Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.

It’s The Small Things ↠ Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.

The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ↠ Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.

Clyde Logan

Pinball & Motels ↠ Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?

A Day Off ↠ Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.

Flip Zimmerman

Frenzied Rendezvous* ↠ Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.

Pale

Early Mornings ↠ Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?

Solo Triplets

A Quiet Night ↠ The boys want to take you out on a proper date.

Ben Solo

Fairytale Mess* ↠ Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.

Paul Sevier

Extraordinary ↠ Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?

Daniel Jones

Late Night Confessions ↠ Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.

Headcanons

Breakup Headcanons

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red lipstick ; adam driver characters headcanons

summary: because what’s sexier than seeing you in red lipstick? 💄

warnings: fluff, humour, slightly explicit (minors DNI!)

a/n: on an ADCU spree so I figured it’s the best time to write my own, courtesy of @safarigirlsp​ & @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather​ for continuously feeding my obsession hehe! pls pls pls give their work some extra love!! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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✧･ﾟ Jacques Le Gris

Le Gris' own presence exudes confidence, ferocity, and allure, and his lady is no different. What better way to show the men who envy him the same way the ladies do with you than by bringing you the best of the best? He will settle for nothing less, especially when it comes to your comfort and the like, and he will know if they're not up to par.

Old-timey Jacques will indirectly criticize the maiden in charge, knowing they probably did so to make you seem 'less appealing' to your very own lover, but many seem to forget that he was extremely smart just as he was your doting husband. Just a quick exile over here, a simple repeat of his demand for the best over there and boom, he's back to being happy ol' Le Gris. Modern Jacques is no different, for he would easily purchase the shades you'd swatch and hum to yourself, knowing if he heard how much you liked it, he'd buy the whole store for you. Do you want them personalised, too? Go right on ahead!

And that's not a threat, it's a promise.

“You should never settle for anything less, ma chérie. I shall not allow it.” He’d chime in as soon as he sees your eyes sparkle at the new case with both wonderment and guilt. If you offer to repay him for his endless gifts, he will ask for your kisses, complete with the new set he’s given you, but ever the lover boy that he is, you know good and well it won’t end with just kisses.

✧･ﾟ Flip Zimmerman

Ever heard of the saying "the fortune favours the bold"? He doesn't need to hear from Stallworth that Flip has in fact 'loosen up' upon being graced by your existence. He does, however, preen in the knowledge that since knowing you, he's become bold. Well, bolder than he already was. Where has uncertainty brought him in life? But as much as he'd like to deny till the end of time, he's nearly done it before.

Keyword: nearly.

The day you met, he wondered if he had died in a shootout and met hell's personal It girl—no angel could pull off the devil's shade with pride the way you do. Had he continued to mask his hesitancy by returning your undeterred gaze, he'd be the biggest fool for letting you go.

He'd clock in work with your lipstick stains if he could. Public indecency be damned! He'd fight everyone and anyone if he hears another person talk about it as a form of embarrassment.

"S'not my fault you don't have a pretty girl to come home to." He'd shrug, though the wolfish smile told the poor bastard everything that he felt. Was he wrong? No. Was he going to fight Flip for publicly embarrassing him with the truth? Absolutely not; your husband would probably knock him out before the guy could even land a hit.

✧･ﾟ Clyde Logan

To think there were more red lipstick shades than he could count with his good hand. In all honesty, he really doesn't have a favourite nor does it matter if it's even red or not. That's not to say he doesn't care because clearly, he does, but only in the sense that it makes you happy. You are the professional in this particular field, after all. But best believe the happiness that heightens in him whenever you'd ask for his opinion.

Still, the colour red does, however, as the current generation says, 'hits different'. Unsubtle glances from his patrons were a normal occurrence but they never got any easier by the day. But, on the other hand? He’s the lucky son of a gun who gets to call you ‘his’.

But the man loves his kisses, and kisses he will get! With your frequent visits to the bar, you'll never let this man work without at least a peck on the cheek. Seeing his signature pout lift to the bashful smile we know and love (the audacity) takes no effort.

“Y’know just how to make a man happy, sugar.” He’d murmured against your lips, his sudden boldness not surprising you but instead, his customers, who were only giving him shit but also openly ogling at you not too long ago.

✧･ﾟ Kylo Ren

Whether you think of our ol’ touch-starved leader, the vampire, the knight, or whatever suits your fancy, Kylo will want nothing more than the top-notch of things for his darling, and your preference for lipstick shouldn’t be any different! He, in a way, is an embodiment of red—his passion for both his belief, his interest, and especially, his devotion to you. So, to see the very same colour he associates closely with, other than black, be embraced as your very own as well? He shouldn’t be surprised that most, if not all of his elation are sourced from you in general.

He’s a busy man, but he will not miss the opportunity to watch you apply your colour of the day with great care. He’s unconsciously smiling, lost in your melodic hum as his vow to keep you out of harm’s way grows stronger. He’s been through hell and back to survive, and he’d have no problem doing the same it’s to ensure you leave the danger zone unscathed. So, if something as simple as red lipstick makes you happy, then don’t be surprised if you see a new one even before your current one runs out.

And although all kisses are good kisses, don’t think he won’t pull you in for a real one once the smooching fest starts. You’re worried about leaving a stain? Don’t be! His men/subordinates don’t have the balls to point them out, knowing by doing so is a game over for them.

✧･ﾟ Charlie Barber

The man eats, sleeps, and breathes art, so it's knowing his beloved has her very own is a major plus! One would think nothing impresses him anymore, or at least, not as much as his own work, but oh, were they dead wrong. There hasn't been a day where the lipstick holder on your vanity table never makes him puff out his chest with pride. From the simple matte ones he'd buy after a random day at work simply because it reminds him of you, to the high-end bold to burgundy ones personalised with your name engraved on the case. C’mon, what harm would it do to him for paying a couple of hundreds for makeup as one of his ways to say thank you to his wife—his muse!

Charlie embraces this as your form of art; the shades, the textures, the right amount of shine or shimmer—just anything that screams you. Artistry performed best by his one and only.

And how could he forget about the polaroids you both have? Yours which has him covered in your lipstick stains and face in absolute bliss? His which were you kissing the area close to his happy trail, leaving the same shade colour to his toned body?

Yes, your husband's in paradise, indeed.

✧･ﾟ Commander Mills

Another hunk who really just finds your confidence in whichever you find is best is more than enough, because what's better than his girl's own joy? Even so, if red really speaks to you, then don't be surprised he takes advantage of it. If the numerous times you've caught him staring at your lips and even shamelessly holding your gaze doesn't tell you anything, then the instance he wraps his arms around you for a little while longer before pressing his lips onto yours definitely should.

And if we're talking about the whole time-travelling shebang and somehow, you had to make your own lipstick? Wowie. This man will scour every nook and cranny for the ingredients if you asked him to. Best believe he will find what you need!

If it means getting the opportunity to see you do your thing in your colour and being able to wipe off the accidental smear just after you've applied it, that man is on a mission.

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You can tell that I lost my roll towards the end HAHAHA but if you’re wondering what lipstick in particular inspired me to write this, it’s:

ETUDE Fixing Tint in Analog Rose/Vintage Red

Dior Rouge Dior Lipstick in 999

Stunna Lip Paint Longwear Fluid Lip Color in Uncensored

PERIPERA Ink Airy Velvet in Full Red Brick (11)

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YA GIRL HASN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING SINCE OCTOBER!! WTF!!

so this little sleepover is to change that but also welcome ya girl back from her very long very needed hiatus. so let's hope this doesn't flop and let's hope the whore is still in your girl enough to write some sheet gripping fics for you babes.

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no minors, ya'll aren't allowed on my blog let alone interacting with my things but i feel the need to put a reminder.

when you send a prompt for a drabble please don't just include the number, include the dialogue, it's much appreciated.

you don't have to be following me, we don't have to be mutuals, anyone can send something in, all are welcome.

there is no start or end date, when i post this you can send something in, and it ends when i run out of asks to answer.

the amount of stuff you can send in is limitless so go wild babes.

DRABBLES — send in prompts from this post, this post, or this post, for any of the characters down below and i'll whip ya up something good.

GAMES — fuck / marry / kiss, would you rather, this or that, send me something from this post, send me a kink and i'll rate it, headcanon things.

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MUTUALS ONLY — send me a little heart, of any color, and i'll write you a letter.

ETC — get personal and ask me random questions, advice, send me a secret, go gaga over your recent hyperfixation, literally all asks are welcome!

characters applicable for drabbles:

pedro verse — joel miller, frankie morales, javi gutierrez

oscar verse — marc spector, poe dameron, santiago garcia

top gun — jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, javy machado

driver verse — adam sackler, ben solo, flip zimmerman

etc — villanelle, roman godfrey, colin bridgerton, oliver quick, farleigh start, jordan li

if you have any questions or inquires about other characters, this lil celebration as a whole, please shoot ya girl a message 💗

[rynwritesstuff]

Can you please do something like your first time with Flip and how he’d treat you? Or when he first realizes he’s in love with you? Thank you 🖤

Absolutely! Enjoy these headcanons :)

Flip Zimmerman x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity

You and Flip have been going out for a few months, and you have yet to sleep together. He wants you, of course. Who wouldn’t? You’re kind, funny, talented, and unbelievably beautiful. 

He doesn’t want to pressure you, though. He would never do that. His parents raised him to be a gentleman, and he knows that things will happen when they’re meant to happen, so he’s fine with waiting a little bit. 

When things begin to heat up one night, Flip is very quick to ask you if this is something you truly want. You tell him Yes. Of course. 

He undresses you, and you undress him, and both of you are so fucking aroused. His hands – his big, wonderful, rough hands – are all over you. He touches your hips, your thighs, your ass, your sides, your breasts . . . Pretty much anywhere he can get his hands on. 

His dick is huge and red and leaking, and you’re half tempted to sink to your knees and try to take him in your mouth, but you’ve never even had a cock in your pussy before, so you know your lack of experience would likely not make for a pleasurable experience for Flip. 

He knows what to do, though. What to say. Where to touch you. How to position the two of you. He’s so smart, your Flip. Such a caring, gentle soul. 

When he pushes into you, you feel him throbbing through the condom, and this seems to make everything so much hotter. He wants you so badly, and he isn’t shy about saying it. 

He isn’t shy about making sounds, either. He grunts and sighs and moans in your ear as he rolls his hips, and it only adds to the whole experience. You’re basking in the sheer pleasure and intimacy of this . . . And then Flip starts to rub your clit.

You sigh and moan for him, and he’s getting close from hearing your babbling and begging. 

When Flip cums, he’s loud, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and he’s all yours. You tug at his hair gently as you cum, too, pussy spasming and clenching around his cock. 

And God, the way he looks at you when everything is over . . . There is love in his eyes. Love. Pure, unadulterated love. 

You touch his cheek and kiss him deeply, grateful that you were able to share your first time with him.

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Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? With Flip, Sackler, Ben and Clyde please. I love all your amazing work ♥️♥️

Thank you dearie! Hope you enjoy!

CW/TW: Mentions of panic attacks

Flip

Flip was the ultimate voice of reason when you were panicking, reassuring you in every way that he could that you were safe with him, saying whatever you needed to hear to help you come down.

Flip would always make it a goal to give you physical comfort, or not, if needed, telling you before he did absolutely anything at all, guiding you through each step. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m going to hold you, is that okay?” He would ask, patient for your affirmation. “Is this okay? You’re doing so great, love.” His voice was always calm throughout, strong arms tight around you, reminding you that you were completely protected with him. 

Other times, he knew that you just needed his voice, just his words, and he would sit next to you, offering you his hand and listening to whatever you were saying. “I know, princess, I know, I’ve got you right here with me.” He would tell you. “You’re not in any danger, just listen to me, I’m right here.” 

After you came down, Flip would help you to walk to the bedroom, laying with you and snuggling you in your favorite blankets, keeping you close to him, combing through your hair and massaging your sore temples and shoulders, until you fell asleep, or showed no more signs of panic.

Sackler

Admittedly, Adam didn’t know quite what to do, and found himself panicking a little bit too, when he saw you visibly upset, or hyperventilating, crying, any of it. He wouldn’t tell you that, but it was obvious that it scared him in his reactions.

“Babe.” He would look at you, concerned and confused. “What is it sweetheart? Please breathe for me, why are you breathing like that? Do you need me to call an ambulance, hey, look at me.” Adam would be frantic for a response, watching you intently for some sort of reaction, any nodding, anything to show him that you were okay.

Adam would eventually come to your side, carefully wrapping an arm around you, waiting for you to come closer to him, and when he felt you reaching for him, he would envelope you into him, letting you curl up in his chest, hand running through your hair, rocking you back and forth, staying with you through the waves of panic that rushed through you, planting soft kisses on your forehead throughout.

After you had calmed down, Adam would still hold you-his hands softly cupping your face, thumb gently stroking along your cheeks, asking what you needed, checking on you over and over. “Sweetheart, how about some water? Are you cold? What about a snack? Are you alright? What do you need?” 

You would tell Adam that all you needed was him for that moment, and he would listen, just letting you sit with him, until your breathing and heart rate slowed.

Ben

Ben could tell long before you even, that you were going to have a panic attack, just by the way your breathing steadily changed, your words changed, the way your eyes looked, and would stay attentive to you, holding your hand and watching for any changes. 

“It’s okay, princess, I know, let’s go sit down, I’m right here with you.” Ben would hold you close to him, breathing deeply and encouraging you to follow his rhythm. “Just like that, princess, keep breathing with me, I’ve got you.” 

Ben would do whatever to comfort you, cradling you in his arms, wiping away tears that fell, speaking softly to you, telling you over and over that everything was okay.

Ben had the ability to just know exactly what you needed, following your body cues, shushing the thoughts that were screaming so loudly at you, thumb swiping over your forehead, your cheeks, your ears. “Don’t listen to it, princess, listen to me, listen to my voice, you’re okay, princess, you’re okay.” 

When it faded away, Ben would carry you to the bathroom, running you a warm bubble bath with lavender, massaging soap into your scalp, fingertips gently tracing along, all the way to your shoulders to knead away the leftover tension and pressure. “I’ve always got you, I will always keep you safe.” Ben would tell you, meaning every word of it.

Clyde

Clyde had a high level of sympathy for your panic attacks, he knew all too well what they felt like, knew exactly how scared you were, the terror of how bad it could be.

When Clyde recognized that you were panicking, he would stop whatever he was doing, being right at your side, letting you nuzzle into his warm chest, his strong hands stroking your back and hair, whispering soft reassurances into your ear as he held you. “It’s okay, darlin’, it’s okay, ain’t nothin’ goin’ to happen to ya if I’m here, I know you’re scared, darlin’, I know.” His body was warm and solid against you, a blanket of comfort, safe in his arms.

Clyde would stay attentive to you the entire time, when you cried, wiping the tears away with the soft pad of his thumb, when you were trembling, holding you steady, and when you were hyperventilating, helping you to gradually get your breaths back to normal.

When it was over, Clyde would let you lay against him, curled up into his body, arms holding you firm and steady. He didn’t know a whole bunch of what to do afterwards, but for him, music was always a comfort. So, to bring you completely back down, he would sing some of your favorite songs, letting you listen to him, and feel the meditative vibration of his chest against your face, humming softly to you, as you laid still in his arms

[okk--maaan]

Any nsfw HCs with Flip???

Hello dear! Honestly Flip is really hard for me to write (mostly because I know other lovely people who write him so well *coughs* babbushka). So bare with me lol.

CW: a teeny tiny bit of *whispers* butt stuff

Flip loves it when you where his holster. And nothing else. It’s perfect for him to grab onto when you’re sucking his cock on your knees or when he’s fucking you from behind.

When the two of you have a full day to spend together, you drive up to the Rockies with a nice little picnic and plenty of cold Coors packed. You’ll blow him on the way. He thinks it’s great but it makes concentrating on the rode kinda hard (he never protests though). Once you get there, you hike up to this secret, secluded spot you found the first time you went. Just far enough off the path that you can avoid any tourists or families. And he fucks you so hard on that checkered blanket that anyone within a mile radius can hear you scream his name. The food you brought almost never gets eaten.

He’s got quite the fixation on putting his fat fingers in you. Wherever he can. In your mouth. In your pussy. In your ass. He loves the way you suck on them and the way you suck them in. Your soft lips wrapped around his knuckles, tongue swirling all around. Or you dripping pussy clenching around them, feeling every little ridge inside of you when you squeeze. And if you let him put his ring finger in your ass? Forget it. His cock is instantly painfully blindingly hard. That little hole is just so fucking tight.

[charliesdoll]

REQUESTS ARE FINALLY OPEN

i need concepts to write :) with any of these babes

you can just send in happy little thoughts OR pick a number from the concepts lists i’ll reblog later!

I haven’t been writing on this particular blog like i’ve wanted to and i know you guys aren’t familiar with my writing but everyone on my main blog will back me when i say it’s worth the wait.

I work very hard on my concepts and they tend to be lengthy as i’m used to writing long fics and books of my own. i still write for harry styles and the dolan twins on my main page so this is yet another fandom i’m writing for so please be patient with my chaotic energy.

much love xoxoxo

CHARLIE BARBER

ADAM SACKLER

FLIP ZIMMERMAN

KYLO REN

PHILLIP ALTMAN

CLYDE LOGAN

i can’t wait to see what you guys send in!

[account-archived]

The ADCU boy's Starbucks order

Flip: black coffee

Henry: "Irish coffee". He will pour a whole flask of cheap liquor into his coffee, three packets of splenda for an extra kick

Paterson: London Fog, oat milk bc he's conscious of the environment

Charlie: some days it's London Fog, some days it's black coffee, some times he forgets to order for himself and shares a non caffeinated caramel frappe with his son

Ben: Rey made him try Pink Drink once and now that's all he will get but no one can know

Sackler: flat white. Black coffee is too bitter and everything else is too sweet. He doesn't need to drink much before he's absolutely wired.

[multiverseofimagines]

❝ sunday morning ❞ a.d characters hc

In which what the “boys” would do on a Sunday morning, alongside their s/o.

Kylo

➤ Kylo loathes mornings, in fact he hates them so much, he insists that no one wake him up early unless he’s truly needed, or has specific duties to fufill that day. Though loyal to his job, the mornings and late evenings are the only times you truly get to spend together as a couple, the rest of the time, he is quite busy with all of his supreme leader tasks.

He’s super cuddly in the morning, and this is one of the few times you get to see a glimpse of what once was Ben Solo. The gentle likeness of his past self seeping through in his whiny morning voice, only gaining it’s raspiness once he’s awaken slightly for the day. 

If you need to get up and do something early, he’ll use the force to make you lay there with him for an extra moment, which will often cause you to submit to his demands happily. 

He is not a breakfast guy, and often forgets to eat meals of any nutritional value ( definitely claims he’s ‘too’  nauseas to eat.) but Sundays are the rarest of occasions that he will join you for breakfast in the private dining room of the ship. (+ his favourite is bacon with syrup drizzled on top)

Clyde Logan

➤ Clyde isn’t opposed to mornings, but his schedule usually consists of waking up late, anyway. The bar doesn’t open till the afternoon, and unless Clyde needs to do early mornin’ paperwork, or check the post office, you can bet your stars he won’t be up before atleast 10am. 

He’s a cartoon and cereal guy. 

    Though Clyde favours his mostly burnt bacon, most mornings he’ll eat cereal with you on the couch while ya’ll are still in your underwear, watchin’ Sunday mornin’ cartoons together.  

( He really enjoys the cartoon network. Some of his favourites are; Tom & Jerry, Adventure Time and Scooby Doo)

    He’ll also insist you two share the cereal and feed eachother bites if your cereal choice is different that morning. Which often results in spilt milk upon both you and the couch. 

(+ ya’ll will also shower together most mornings.)

Charlie Barber

➤ Charlie is the biggest morning person, the man lives for mornings. Most of his routine consists of early mornings, paired with a cup of coffee and starting work right away, but Sundays are definitely his lenient of days,

He will sleep in, only for a couple more hours than usual, still awaking considerably early. He’ll also wake Henry up if it’s his weekend, and start cooking breakfast, whilst your in bed still. Sometimes you’ll get up with them and help, but most mornings Charlie will try and slip out of bed without waking you, feeling guilty for all the mornings you’d have to rush Henry to school, or make Charlie breakfast. He is so considerable upon making it up to you, and letting you know he appreciates what you do for him.

He has grown to like certain cartoons that Henry watches, maybe a bit too much, as he will often get the theme songs stuck within his head, and hum them whenever he gets a chance throughout the course of the week. (His favourites are Pokemon, Spiderman and Spongebob.)

Despite watching Cartoons with Henry, his first order of business when he wakes up is to watch the global news.

Charlie also has a habit of wanting to not sit around all day, and will often make plans to go on bike rides, to the movies, go for lunch, etc.

(+ He definitely pays for Disney plus)

Flip Zimmerman

➤ Flip doesn’t hate mornings, nor does he particularly enjoy them. He prides himself in being on time for work, and has many early mornings in which he must go into the station, including Sundays.

If he does have a Sunday off, or a day in particular off, he’ll still get up earlier than noon (any later and he’ll feel like his whole day has been wasted) He starts his morning off by making coffee, and reading the newspaper (he’s a sucker for crosswords, and will often ask you for help.)

If he doesn’t read the paper first thing, he may find it upon himself to read a bit of his late Mother’s copy of the Torah (Talmud), filled with little colored tabs on important pages. His morning Torah readings always keep him humble. He also highlights quotations that stick with him.

He hates morning telivision, and insists that it rots your brain.

Always wants to grocery shop on Sundays, insisting that the market won’t be busy, even though it always is.

(+ please don’t even get me started on the morning s*x)

Paterson

➤ Paterson could lay in bed forever with you, and he often won’t get up till at least twelve if he has the day off (usually does on sundays)

Depending on the day and his willingness to go out, sometimes you’ll head to a Diner for a late brunch. If not, you’ll usually make something for breakfast. ( Very rare occasion that you two have a huge breakfast. The most it will consist of is either cereal or eggos.)

Sunday is his day of quiet oasis. After food, he’ll hide in the basement and write for hours, only getting up when he smells the scent of food or when you call for him to come help with various house chores. ( Though you try not to interrupt his Poetry writing, no matter how much help you need.)

Sometimes he will also suggest going on a walk with you, just to get out of the house a bit. 

Phillip Altman

➤ Phillip is not a morning person, and is quite a baby with waking up early, but there’s one thing that will eliminate his bitchiness.

    Morning S*x, obviously (What else did you think it was?).

That’s a given ritual on almost every Sunday, accompanied by falling back asleep afterwards for a few more hours. 

You will usually get up before him, and start cooking brunch (+if you feel comfy, it would more than likely be in one of his shirts and just your underwear.) He would also come smack your ass while your cooking, in which would end in you chasing him around with a spatula. 

He does the dishes cause you cooked ( my heart melts ahhh)

Phillip is not a cartoon guy unless it’s an “adult” cartoon ( + his faves are American Dad, Rick and Morty and Family guy.) Though usually on Sunday’s he’ll suggest watching a movie and cuddling on the couch (he always suckers you into an action movie, despite your slight hatred for his taste. They aren’t like fun.meaningful action movies, they are super boring and filled with dumb plots.)  Your lack of interest will almost always lead to a tickle fight or a make-out sesh. 

[glassbxttless]

Thought in getting a massage from Flip? Now I want a massage from all these guys!

Flip loves giving massages just as much as he loves getting them.

He loves having you sitting in front of him, between his legs as he starts rubbing from your hips up to your shoulders.

Having your bare skin in front of him and knowing he’s the one wringing the stress from your muscles makes him feel some sort of pride deep down.

Especially with the little moans that fall from your lips after each kink is released. Your back feels so much better afterwards.

Flip’s hands are large and can cover a lot of ground very quickly. He works his thumbs deep into your muscles and you’re sore for days afterwards— but a good kind of sore.

And he always gives you the sweetest kisses afterwards and has a glass of water ready for you.

[babbushka]

Sindays Are Back, Baby!

Hi friends, I missed you all and hope you’ve been well! I am happy to say that prompts are now open for Sinday. 

If you’re new here, hi! I’m Zannah and on Sundays back in the day I had a prompt event called Sinday where I wrote up 1k word fics based on prompts you guys send in! They can be smutty, fluffy, angsty, or somewhere in between! 

Here’s how it works: prompts are open all week, and then close Saturday evening at midnight. On Sunday, I post as many as I can for everyone to enjoy throughout the following days, and we do it all again! 

I reblog some fun prompt lists but you do not have to use them. As long as you follow some basic rules, you can send in whatever you’d like! (I do withhold the right to ignore/delete requests, please don’t be upset if your prompt isn’t chosen!) 

The rules: Please don’t ask for reylo, and please don’t ask for anything that includes violence against the reader character. 

As a quick reminder, I write for the following characters:

Kylo Ren in a variety of AUs such as:

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren (Any ‘canon’ Kylo Ren content is from a Canon Divergent!AU that I have, where Kylo has crushed the Resistance and reigns as Supreme Leader with his Empress (You))

Mob!Au

Medieval!AU

Edwardian AU aka BB!Kylo aka Titanic!AU

Biker Gang!AU

Ancient Emperor!AU 

Bond Villain!AU

Criminal Prosecutor!AU

Flip Zimmerman 

Pale (from Burn This on Broadway)

Clyde Logan

Charlie Barber 

Paterson &, and/or Paul Sevier aka Sevier Twins AU

BUT I am always down to come up with fun new AUs and headcanons -- I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!!

[direnightshade]

Can I please get soulmate headcanons? How do the boys react when they first meet? For Clyde/Flip/Paterson/Charlie/Kylo if possible 🥰

Clyde

You know those record scratch freeze frame moments that only happens in movies? Yeah, that’s what Clyde experiences the moment that you walk into the Duck Tape.

His heart skips what feels like a million beats, his hands growin’ clammy, and suddenly is it hotter ‘an’ hell in here? He feels hot. So, so hot. Jimmy thinks Clyde looks sick, ‘n’ boy, don’t he feel it; sick because what if you ain’t feelin’ for him what he’s feelin’ for you?

Paterson

Paterson doesn’t think there’s ever been sweeter sounding poetry than the melodic tone of your voice when you speak to him for the first time. It’s like something akin to a siren song, he thinks, made to lure him and only him to you. It’s a call he’s all too happy and willing to answer.

He’s normally so shy, so awkward, but with you it’s as if he’s gained some new-found confidence, the conversation coming to him so easily, like the two of you have known each other your entire lives. He’s longed for this moment, for finding you, and now that he has, he won’t ever let you go.

Charlie

Charlie’s always been so well structured, his days are always meticulously planned. He’d never missed a rehearsal, never missed a wrap party, and certainly never missed opening night, that was, until he meets you. He skips the wrap party in favor of taking you out to dinner, wining and dining you like he feels you deserve.

He doesn’t think he’s ever felt an excitement like this before; his heart thrums heavily against his rib cage, and he can feel his pulse thundering just beneath the skin. He’s never felt nerves like this, never wanted to impress someone in the way that he wants to impress you. He hopes the he can, hopes that he does.

Kylo

It’s as if the galaxy fades away, leaving only you when Kylo comes across you for the first time. All other noise fades into nothing more than static in the background, the only resounding sound is that of your own thoughts and feelings crashing into him like a wave.

He’s speechless at first, though he’s unintentionally opened his side of the bond to allow all of his emotions flow outward to you; understanding, hope, love, it’s all there bared to you the moment that you meet, reflected back to him at your own admission. All those years wasted thinking he was alone. But he isn’t, not now that you’re here.

Flip

He’s always so confident, so sure of himself; knows what he wants and what he has to do to get it, but the moment that he meets you, every facet of that part of himself flies right out of the window. His confidence is quickly replaced by a shocking lack thereof, and he finds himself stumbling over words and thoughts alike.

Flip’s like a lovesick puppy, and everyone from Ron to Jimmy, Bridges to Trapp sees it. It’s hard to miss, of course, given that Flip’s never been like this around anyone before. He’d never thought it possible to love someone the moment they lay eyes on him, but you’ve proven him wrong the second he’d seen you step into the station.

[maybe-your-left]

💕💼 for Clyde

💕for a LOVE head canon

Clyde in love is... so precious. He never believed he would find love, especially after his war injuries. But he couldn’t help falling in love with you

The two of you had met by chance, at the grocery store. You had been shopping for items for your new house, fumbling with cleaning supplies when you had met.

Clyde had seen you struggling to reach a bottle on the top shelf, dainty fingertips barely skimming the label. You where up on your tippy toes, finally you had given up, your sweet lips in a large pout.

Ever the gentleman, he swooped in and gave you the bottle, giving you a small smile and excusing himself. But you wouldn’t have that, grabbing his arm and asking his name.

Since then he fell head over heels, giving you anything amd everything you desired.

Showering you with affection anytime, he had no shame holding you in public. Growling at men who stared you down, defensively kissing your neck as they backed away.

He was so protective of you, and you of him. The two of you in love until the end of time, vowing to be by each other’s sides in love and devotion.

💼for a WORK head canon

Clyde is a workin’ man.

However, he isn’t a workaholic, he is there for his shifts. Pick up the slack when needed, it is his bar so he has owner duties. But he won’t be there day in and out.

He knows the time you two have together is precious, so he will always put you before the bar.

Now you working? He won’t have that, he isn’t wanting you to work at all. Vowing to take care of you and all your needs. However he won’t discourage you working, especially to see you working towards your passion.

That does change when you’re pregnant with your first little Logan, Clyde absolutely does not want you to work.

Hes so afraid that you’ll get hurt when he’s not around, you’ve already grown so big. The curse of the Logan’s, your child was already hitting its milestones before they were due and Clyde is positively feral at the idea of you giving birth somewhere strange.

Once the baby is born, he takes time off. Entrusting the bar to his brother in-law, Joe, so he can spend time at home with his two favorite ladies.

thank you for the ask @emeraldsiren19 i hope you liked these!! ❤️❤️

[eddiesfaerie]

⌛ with flip zimmerman🥺

⌛- sleep headcanon 

Flip comes home late a lot of nights. he stays at the precinct too late, he works too hard, too much. he really doesn’t know when to stop. 

there’s been times that he’s come home when you’re just waking up, or already making coffee, sometimes just in time so that you can make enough for him. 

he apologizes profusely, tries to thank you unselfishly as you had him the steaming mug. 

he hates when he comes home this late- or, early. what time was it anyways? he supposes its early enough for you to be up and running already, you have your own things to do after all, even if you would wait in bed all day, waiting for him to come home to you. 

flip really hates when he comes home this early, he hates to think that he kept you waiting, possibly worried. he hates when he settles down onto the couch, accidentally falling asleep as the sun shines into the living room.

but he feels better when he realizes it Saturday, and you’re there to sleep in with him.