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lilgoblinbitch · 1 year ago

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Electricity𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 (part 2 of Gossip)

rick grimes x fem!reader

part one here

a/n: well holy shit, this took way longer than i had originally expected it to take. life has been crazy for me. thank you all for being patient with me!

summary: days pass, and rick is still mysterious. until finally, you discover his true feelings toward you in the best way possible.

content: smut PinV, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, oral (fem receiving), fingering, rough!rick, friends to lovers, heavy teasing, multiple orgasms, angst, some fluff at the end

18+ ONLY, mdni.

wc: 4.4k

Your heart was almost palpitating. You were left stranded with your thoughts spinning around in your head while Rick just nonchalantly strode off back to his bedroom.

The whole night you could barely get any sleep; your mind apparently had other plans – mainly entailing you ruminating over what had happened that night. It boggled you how Rick effortlessly admitted to being aware of your little crush on him, completely catching you off guard and leaving you overwhelmed and flustered. You were forced to forget about the whole situation, or at the very best push it to the back of your mind for…later – whenever “later” was.

The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary. Rick was barely at the house, busy adjusting to his new constable responsibilities and becoming familiar with the rest of the Alexandrians. You knew he had a duty to uphold, so it was reasonable for him to avoid your presence for the time being, but your mind was still fogged up from what he had said to you that night. It was eating you up for the next few slumbers; you tossed and turned until eventually the thoughts wore your brain out and let you get a few hours of shut eye. Regardless, you tried to forget it altogether throughout the daytime and focus on becoming more comfortable living in a brand new community, and a brand new house that was bigger than any house you’d ever lived in.

Carl didn’t stay inside for long throughout the day. You’d always find his room empty and his comic books gone. That meant he was most likely reading them outside and sharing them with his new friends. But you were happy for him; the kid deserved to make friends after everything he’d been through. So you were left with baby Judy most days, but that didn’t bother you. Before the world turned you had two younger siblings, and as a teen you were always stuck babysitting them when your parents went out. It was second nature to you now.

Today you decided to get out of the house and find something to do. You hated staying indoors — you were always an outdoorsy person and got antsy pretty quickly without a daily dose of sunshine. You stepped outside with Judith on your hip, taking in the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze that swayed the various trees in perfect rhythm. Without a doubt, the weather was inviting. So, naturally, you choose to embrace it and take a stroll down the street with little Judy in your arms.

As you made your way down the block with Judith cooing and spinning her curious head around to view her surroundings, you reached the end of it and turned the corner. You recalled how Vivian and Shannon lived in one of the houses on the block you were walking down. A quick drop-in to see what they were up to couldn’t hurt. Besides, Shannon was a kindergarten teacher before the fall and therefore loved watching over Judith with you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You spun around and noticed a tall brunette man walking toward you. It was Spencer Monroe, son of Deanna Monroe — the community’s leader. And, according to Vivian and Shannon, he had a thing for you. Not that you had anything against it, but it did make you feel a bit uneasy knowing he was interested in you and would probably try to make a move on you, now that he was standing in front of you. Regardless, you played it cool; he was Deanna’s son after all, so it could be beneficial to you if you gave your absolute best impression.

“Oh, hey, Spencer!” You smiled sweetly at the tall man, who reeked of a musty cologne. It wasn’t awfully foul, just a bit too loud for your taste. A slight turn off.

He grinned down at you and Judith, scratching the back of his neck anxiously while shuffling closer to you. He was about two feet away from you — if he were any closer you’d definitely be backing up.

“I was actually just about to come over to you and ask if you wanted to have dinner tonight?” He squinted his eyes at you, trying to read your face. Your cheeks were tickled pink and your heart was doing laps in your chest. It was as if Judith could sense your unease, and on cue she started fussing.

“I–” You paused, gathering your thoughts together while calming the distressed child. Shit. What should you say?

“Yeah! I would love to, Spencer.” Way to go.

On the walk home Judith started to calm down, while you did the exact opposite. Your thoughts were racing again, and you cursed yourself for obliging to Spencer’s request. What the hell were you getting yourself into? You didn’t even like Spencer; yeah, he was attractive, but he just wasn’t…well, he wasn’t Rick Grimes. Still, there remained a sense of determination – getting to know Spencer could be a good thing. Besides, you didn’t really have any plans for that evening anyway.

Once you finally reached the comfort of your house, you put Judy in her room for a nap and started rummaging through your closet for something to wear. You doubted you would find anything spectacular, considering you didn’t exactly have a boutique in this community. A simple floral dress would do.

“Geez… when was the last time I wore any type of heeled shoe?” You humored yourself, attempting to walk around in the sleek open-toed heels you found in your closet. You recalled how Shannon lended you a few pairs from her own closet, stating that she was overwhelmed by how many abandoned pairs of high heels were left in the world, and apparently her closet housed dozens of them. Lucky for you.

Once you were confident enough you wouldn’t lose your balance in the shoes, you took a long look in the full-length mirror and admired how, for a lack of a better word – decent you looked. Excluding Deanna’s welcoming party, you hadn’t worn a dress since before. It would definitely take some getting used to.

Before you were able to get one last gander at yourself in the mirror, something – or rather someone – interrupted you.

“Got plans for tonight?”

You jumped in your skin and spun around. You were met with a wide set of eyes scaling your body, taking in the elegant view before him. You were stunning, and he couldn’t deny it even if he wished to.

“Jesus, Rick! You really have a way of scaring the shit out of me.” You smiled nervously while flattening out your dress. He watched you like a hawk, and of course he was aware of how antsy you were. That was like his superpower. You cleared your throat, ensuring your voice didn’t crack. “Yeah, I’m uh… going on a date…”

His sharp blue eyes made harsh contact with yours, locking you into place. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, sad, disappointed, or all three. Or maybe he didn’t care. Then again, Rick’s face was almost impossible for you to decipher.

He remained leaning against the doorframe, eyes never leaving you. You were not enjoying the deathly silence. Until he finally spoke again.

“A date?”

“With Spencer… Deanna’s son.” Your eyes regrettably met his once more. “But it’s nothing serious, really—”

“Thought you didn’t like him… had someone else on your mind, right?” His tone was biting, almost taunting. You frowned, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“Maybe I lied, Rick. Maybe I think he’s cute now. Besides, I already said it wasn’t anything serious.” You grabbed a jacket out of the closet, slung it over your back and slipped it on. “And I don’t know why you care so much, or why you had to eavesdrop on me, but I’ve got to go now.”

And with that you whisked past the brooding man and out the room, exiting the house. Rick knew you were suppressing your genuine feelings; it was almost too conspicuous. He just knew you too well. Knowing someone for a few years in a post-apocalyptic world was like knowing someone in the previous world for ten or even twenty years; your group grew close very quickly. Inevitably, in fact – death and grieving, fighting and surviving; it all brought you closer together. You were part of a strong network of survivors, ones who shared immense trust in one another.

But when it came to Rick, it was hard to truly understand his emotions. He felt the obligation to suppress his feelings, as well – as if he wasn’t sure when it’d be the right time to make a move with you. Now and again, you’ve encountered a handful of times where he was staring at you – and perhaps your behind – for longer than any other person would deem normal. But he never displayed an interest in getting with you. That was ultimately a grey area to you for a while, and even still now.

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One thing about Spencer was that he could cook. And you were a sucker for men cooking; you found it to be attractive. So he cooked for you, he was tall, and he was cute… what, then, was missing from the list? What was hindering you from making yourself available and willing to this man?

“I have someone else on my mind.”

You reflected back to the night you said that. From then on, those words were ingrained in the back of your brain. They reminded you each day that your feelings for Rick were perpetual and infecting your thoughts like a plague.

For now, you were preoccupied with how satisfying your meal was. As was the wine. It was going to your head a bit — an all too familiar feeling. You just hoped Rick wasn’t awake by the time you returned home.

“Thank you, Spencer. The dinner was really nice,” You simpered while graciously stepping out the door.

Spencer held the door open, giving you a warm smile as he watched you turn to face him whilst under the gleaming porch light. “You sure you don’t need me to walk you home? It’s really no issue for me at all.”

The look on his face told you he sure as hell wasn’t ready for you to leave yet — in fact, with the way he had planned the night, he most likely expected to not only wine and dine, but get lucky tonight. However you had your boundaries and your relationship standards, regardless of the fact that there were very slim pickings when it came to finding the ‘right person’; practically ninety percent of the human population was wiped out.

“I promise. I just live around the corner.”

At last you arrived home, immediately kicking your heels off as you shut the door behind you. You made a mental note to never wear heels again – blisters were already appearing on your feet. You winced as you massaged the reddened tender skin, sighing in relief as your aching feet finally got to breathe and stretch.

“It’s late.”

You nearly had a heart attack as you stood up and spotted Rick a few feet away from you by the couch. “Would you quit startling me all the time? And yeah, no dip, I was on a date with Spencer. I already told you that, Rick.”

You steadied your heart rate and made your way over to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. All while you did so, you could feel Rick’s eyes burning into you. Every inch of your body. You shivered when the chill of the fridge air engulfed you – however, you were sure the shiver was truly from the effect that Rick had on you.

“I know that. But you’re back late; it’s dark outside,” He paced toward you, his demeanor now more watchful and severe. “There’s a curfew, Y/N.” He was much closer to you now, to the point where you smelled his classic rainy forest scent encompassing your nostrils.

“Well, I didn’t know. I was asked to have dinner with someone, and it happened to be really good, actually – thank you for asking,” You gibed while filling your cup up with crisp, filtered water. “But, I am sorry. Won’t happen again, Officer!” You quipped, taking a sip from the cup. The water was a refreshing blanket against your tongue and throat, which you thoroughly savored.

Rick didn’t look very pleased with your response, to say the least. His posture was stiff, and his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. “You think this is a joke, I get it. It sounds like another pipe dream. But if we’re going to be living and staying here, you’re gonna need to follow the rules.”

You set the glass down and ran a hand through your slightly knotted hair, giving your scalp a terse massage with your fingers. Your eyes fixated on Rick, who was towering over you like a bodyguard would. If it were any other man you would feel uncomfortable in this position – backed into the kitchen counter and being scolded by a harrowing, authoritative man. In this case, you were too fond of the man in front of you to feel uncomfortable or threatened in any way.

“I get it – I know. I want this place to work, just as much as you do,” you added, displaying a poker face to confirm your sincerity. You ran a hand up and down Rick’s forearm, over his veins that protruded as he leaned against the counter in front of you. “I want this to work for the kids. They deserve it.”

Rick didn’t flinch. His eyes bored deep into your own – pupils dilated, taking in your presence. Instinctively, almost like his body was on autopilot – Rick’s hand caressed the side of your face, thumb tracing circles along your cheek. Goosebumps ran down your arms and made the hairs on the back of your neck perk up like a porcupine. Just one touch from this man had you melting like butter.

Time slowed down drastically. Your eyes locked into his, and vice versa. Only inches of space separated you two; you felt the familiar pounding in your chest as Rick drew himself closer and closer. Those romance movies you used to watch were accurate, in the sense that what you were feeling in this moment was butterflies, fireworks – so electrifying. You could feel the sparks race through your body.

Rick felt it, too. He’d been denying it for too long – what he was feeling deep down, within his subconscious, was something authentic. Something that he could no longer evade from his mind.

“You’re on my mind, too.”

It was like an echo coursing through your soul. Those five words left you stunned, mouth slightly agape, but Rick took that chance to collapse his lips onto yours. The longing you had for this man was no longer unrequited – you finally got your answer. He wanted you, and you wanted him.

His lips were velvety and you took your time giving extra love to them. Soon enough the kiss got heated; you were lifted up onto the counter where Rick wasn’t shy to roam his hands along your thighs, earning a few feeble whimpers from you.

His lips then attacked your shoulder and collarbone with a series of hickeys, earning more vocal whines from you now. “Rick…”

He quickly hushed you, shoving two fingers into your mouth. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” he cooed, admiring how your tongue caressed his fingers so magnetically. Your eyes pleaded with him – begged for more. “They won’t see those—” he eyed the now reddened area of skin, “Jus’ don’t dress like a slut and you’ll be alright.”

In your mind you wanted to blurt out a well-deserved retort, however, in all honesty, Rick meant it in the best way.

“Too special to be showing off this figure to all them boys, sweetheart.” He bent down to worship your thighs, spreading them open for him to kiss and prod at.

He was right, though – Spencer wouldn’t be able to make you feel this way. You knew it deep down.

You bit your lip harshly, suppressing any vocal responses for the time being – didn’t need the kids to hear any of this. But Rick was just too good at whatever it was he was doing to you.

“Need you, Rick,” You whined – which ultimately translated to a strained moan.

“Shh, Shh. I know you do,” he cooed, standing back up. He let his fingers trace over your closed cunt, the dampness leaking through the thin fabric and leaving a sticky coat on his digits. Your hands explored his curls, tugging at them the more he teased you. “Gotta be patient, though. Gonna take my sweet time with you.”

You were becoming antsy, bucking your hips into his palm, searching for friction. He slid his other hand up your dress, the contact of his hand greeting your hardened nipple caused you to shiver. His ocean eyes observed you – adoring the glow of your skin under the faded moonlight seeping into the room.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Stop talking and just take me upstairs, officer,” You huffed out, earning a small smirk from Rick. You wrapped your arms and legs tight around him, moaning quietly when your heat unexpectedly made contact with his own clothed member, which was already rock hard. You left a trail of kisses along his neck as he carried you up the stairs, groping your ass in one hand.

Rick wasted absolutely no time in slipping your dress up and over your shoulders, practically ripping the fabric as he did so. You attempted to cover up your breasts, but he pried away your hands.

“Nuh uh, let me see,” he protested, taking the round flesh in his hands and kneading them. You blushed, clearly shy; but Rick reminded you of your beauty nonetheless through his actions.

One thing Rick always loved about you was your patience and loyalty; you were coined as the group’s dependable and candid guardian, because anytime anyone needed a word of advice or a listening ear you’d never fail to do so.

Currently, Rick admired how patient you were while he went to work on your sweet pussy – lapping up all your sweet juices after tearing off your drenched panties.

“Mmph, Rick!” You wailed, eyes flickering shut as a wave of euphoria washed over your body.

He was eating you out like you were the Last Supper, and he was a starved peasant. Your cunt was his god and he was there to serve it.

You wrapped your legs around his shoulders, toes curling in delight as his digits switched positions with his tongue, pumping in and out of your soaking heat. He pressed his tongue flat on your pulsing clit, heightening your pleasure to the max.

“F-fuck me!” You cried out, hips jutting forward to meet the pace of his fingers and tongue. Pressure was building deep in your core.

Without notice Rick paused his movements, leaning forward to connect his panting mouth with your own, stifling your moans. His kisses were sloppy, as were yours. He continued his pace, eventually focusing on your clit which throbbed under the determined motion of his thumb. Then he slipped three digits back into your drenched cunt, accelerating the pace he was going at before. He curled the fingers upward, pushing against that sacred spot in your hole that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Gonna cum on my fingers, hm? Gonna be a good whore f’me?” He taunted. Rick’s eyes were dark and blown out with lust. You were shuddering under him, on the brink of orgasm.

“Ohh! Fuuuck!” You let the band in your gut snap, feeling the pressure inside release and your dripping arousal coating Rick’s fingers.

He aided you in riding out the rest of your earth-shattering climax, pumping his digits a few more times before sliding them out. The sight before him had Rick holding himself back with every ounce of his inner strength – your cunt was a sopping, wet mess.

Rick sat you up properly, hovering over you and holding his fingers above your lips. “Taste, baby.”

You gingerly sucked on his fingers, the juices spilling onto your tongue; an almost nectary taste. He eyed the way you drank up every last drop, licking his lips in anticipation. After pulling his fingers from your lips he kissed you again, this time much softer. You both moaned into the kiss, and eventually when Rick broke away you took a moment to catch your breath. He licked his lips, admiring how fucked out you looked just from foreplay.

“Can’t wait to feel you,” He rasped. Your legs were still weak and wobbly from your latest orgasm, yet, your body ached for more. For him.

Soft whimpers left your pouted lips when you felt his rough hands grasp your thighs, pushing them upward until they were folded up against your tummy. Rick hastily threw off his white t-shirt and let out a low growl as he freed his aching cock from his boxers. You bit your lip – it was girthy, and you knew it was going to do some damage tonight. That only made you wetter.

He stroked himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He slid his dick against your slick folds, huffing and groaning from the contact. You whined, unable to handle the teasing he was putting you through.

“Rick, please—”

“Said I was gonna take my time,” He retorted in a rigid tone, and you gulped in response. “So, be patient.”

The only thing you could do at that moment was bite your lip and prepare for your cunt to be stuffed by this man’s cock. It was an odd thing to consider – being best friends with someone and flipping that platonic relationship into something more explicit, just through the simple act of gossipping. At the end of the day, you were getting fucked by a man who was not only your closest friend, but the leader of your community. It almost felt taboo, and yet you just couldn’t care less at that moment.

Seconds felt like minutes, the teasing was just too much. Rick kept playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, only slightly pushing in the tip. Your core was on fire, pleading desperately for him to tame it.

The sight before him was almost pitiful. You were caught in a fit of heavy breathing and whimpering, legs wrapping tight around his waist as you rocked your hips closer to him, cunt still glistening with arousal that seeped onto his pink tip.

So, Rick pitied you. And you got your wish; his cock sunk into you, all the way until he bottomed out. You scrunched up your face in slight discomfort – he was bigger than you had anticipated. Nevertheless, you sighed in satisfaction, clawing at his back and shoulders as he adjusted inside you.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He growled, nibbling on your ear. His warm breath caused your body to shiver. “You just– can’t be patient no more, can ya?”

Your mind was clouded – all thoughts halted as your body was being governed by Rick. He rocked into you with ease, back and forth, in and out. His cock fit into your hole like a glove. Your legs caged him in; it was as if you were afraid he’d slip away and tease you again. It just felt so good you didn’t want it to stop.

Your lewd cries were soon muffled by Rick’s hand. “Shhh, gotta be quieter, sweetheart.” But it was nearly impossible to stay quiet when he was doing you so well.

With his hand then shifting down to lightly grasp your neck, Rick slammed into you, pulling all the way out only to repeat the motion again. You bit your lip hard, drawing blood. The pain didn’t exist in any way, since your body was so engrossed in the electric sensation that was being fed to you by Rick’s cock.

The room was polluted with salacious grunts and muffled moans.

Rick tossed you over onto your hands and knees, then without warning plunged back into you. His hands gripped both your asscheeks with a force that you were sure would leave lovely red marks. Each smack of his hips against your ass manifested obscene vocals from your throat. Involuntarily your body made contact with the mattress, head lulling to the side and drool dripping from the corner of your lips as Rick picked up his pace.

“You wanted this, knew it all along.” He cooed while fucking you into the plush mattress. “I knew it – before you even mentioned it.”

“How?” You thought. But little did you know, the clues you had sent Rick’s way ever since you had first laid eyes on him – he caught onto them. He was a police officer, after all – he was seasoned when it came to situational awareness. You weren’t slick; he noticed every little glance, every smile, every physical gesture you made with him. You fell for him.

And if he wasn’t already falling for you, then he certainly was now.

“Thaaaas right, just like that. Fuck, so tight f’me,” He sang while your ass slapped against his hips, harmonizing with the sound of his cock pounding into your slick hole.

Your fingers dug into the sheets for stability, preparing yourself for the building knot in your core again. “I’m—gonna cum!” You lifted your head weakly to warn Rick, who was too busy drowning in the warmth of your tight cunt.

Rick padded your clit with his fingers, while his other hand pushed down onto the back of your neck, subsequently pushing your body back into the mattress. His mischievous eyes caught sight of your twitching, shaking body, and he sighed heavily from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him.

“Go ‘head, cum f’me.”

With his permission you yelped out as yet another orgasm rushed through you. You barely acknowledged the twitching of his cock inside your dripping hole before he swiftly pulled out and unloaded onto your back.

A few ticks went by, heavy panting escaping the two of you, and immobility in full effect over you. Your thoughts came back to you as Rick cleaned you up; the fact that you went on a date with a man then went home to be dicked down by another was quite humorous to you.

“Geez, maybe I should go on more dates just for you to fuck me like that again,” You teased Rick, sitting up.

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and kissing you gently. You blushed and smiled coyly.

“Nah. You’re mine now, sweetheart. No one else’s.”

#rick grimes #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x fem!reader #rick grimes x female reader #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x you #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes oneshot #the walking dead #twd #twd smut #twd x reader #season 6 era #twd rick #pussydrunk rick :p #rick being a pussy fiend #ricky dicky doo da grimes #goblin writes

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just-a-s1lly-g00b3r · 5 months ago

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SPACEDOLLS!! YAYYY!!! (Please ignore my horrible hand writing and the bad quality)

This is kind of old but whatever :p

#rtc fanart #rtc #jane doe rtc #rtc musical #ricky rtc #ride the cyclone #silly #:p #asexual #spacedolls

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jjanguri · 1 year ago

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ZB1 for colorgram

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commedessgarcons · 2 years ago

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Gabbriette Ph. by Amber Asaly for 8 Other Reasons

Creative:Charles Anthony Lichaa

Makeup:LoftJet

Hair:Ricky Fraser

#gabbriette #amber asaly #8 other reasons #p #loftjet #ricky fraser #Charles anthony lichaa

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ari-the-silly · 8 months ago

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Soo uhmm as of day 2 with fav ship uhh probs would be Spacedolls and then Blackrose and then Talia×Mischa×Noel (wtf is their shipname yall) most of these are doodles, but i acrually took my time to draw (horribly) Blackrose cause the lesbians deserve more recognition :3

#rtc oct #ride the cyclone #rtc #penny lamb #ricky rtc #ocean rtc #noel rtc #constance rtc #mischa rtc #silly #:P

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gotyouanyway · 1 year ago

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“lindy was sooo evil” “justice for gothic paul and ricky” they were all friends they were all rich white kids living in rich white kids only land happily and willingly…. don’t be tricked into sympathizing with any of them just bc they were nice or smart and don’t pick just one to villainize while excusing the rest pleeeaassee

#ricky was their darling heartthrob and don’t forget it??#idk essay pending but like. this ep is a direct examination of how white innocence/victimhood are leveraged for undeserved sympathy… ykwimmm #p #dw #dot and bubble

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livelaughlovetinsworth · 2 months ago

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Doodle of Ricky. He would’ve loved Panic! At The Disco if he had lived💔

#buzzfeed unsolved #ricky goldsworth #shane madej #watcher #bfu #ryan bergara #watcher entertainment #bfu true crime #bfucu #bfu supernatural #buzzfeed unsolved supernatural #ghoul boys #cc tinsley #c.c. tinsley #tinsworth #p!atd #AshzArt

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stillmonstr · 11 months ago

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kommandonuovidiavoli · 1 year ago

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Hoagie & Wally definitely the type of parents who use slangs wrong to tease their kids, like mixing early 2000s slangs with 2020s slangs

Are they doing it on purpose… or do they really think that’s how YOUTH speaks?

Bonus:

They had to be prepared.

#adult au #knd #kids next door #wallabee beetles #sami beetles #ricky lincoln gilligan #numbuh 2-5 #numbuh 3-4 #dads be dadding #also live reaction of me searching for modern slang #we be millennials #Hoagie P. Gilligan

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mochimoone · 5 months ago

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fangirlanxiety74 · 3 months ago

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Aquabats Headcanons ✨

*Crawls out of the depths of Hell*

Fuck. Fuuuck. Okay. Finally free. Hi guys, ik we were waiting on this, but unfortunately, I am overworked and underpaid, so I never got time to sit down and write these out until now.

With free time on my hands though, let's just get right into it!

MCBC is not his real name, obviously. But it is, except it isn't. It was not his birth name, but it is his legal name. He got it changed and destroyed all documents that included his birth name. What's his real name? Something really simple and boring. I personally think "Daniel White."

The reason why he got it changed was due to estrangement from his family and community (more on this later).

On that note, Crash is also not his real name. Crash is a nickname and his real name is Ian :3

All of them are Queer. Every single one of them. Doesn't matter if they're cis and het, they're queer, somehow. I don't make the rules. Don't ask for my specific hcs either, I couldn't tell ya.

MCBC is to the Aquabats. What Tamaki Suoh is to the Host Club.

On that same note, each of the Aquabats could fit the song "Imagination Forest" from Kagerou Project, except from MCBC, who gets "Shounen Brave"

Eaglebones has golden child syndrome. I don't make the rules. Like him and his brother are textbook "Golden Child"/"Scapegoat" dynamic

Like listen. Idk their backstories yet, but it had to be bad, right??? Really bad or Eaglebones and Eagleclaw would not end up where they are right now. There's no way. Isn't it confirmed they played favorites? How bad did the favoritism go? What was the deciding factor on who was the favorite? Weren't they close at some point; at what point did they stop? Idk. I need more answers.

On that same note, Eaglebones does give me the same vibes as the song "Aftermath" by PhemieC. Davesprite vibes, yk.

Crash reminds me of Sunflowers. That's all

Oh right ages, okay, so idk if they have canon ages, but in my head: Ricky I think is the only one who I know is 19/20, Crash and Eaglebones are around 23 - 25, MCBC is around 25 - 27. Jimmy is Jimmy, and probably was "born" right when the Aquabats formed probably (again idk for sure), but he was designed with the idea in mind of being around, 25 - 26.

Idk MCBC being the oldest, as leader, makes sense to me.

Do you think they have board game night? I think they have board game nights and it goes just like that one clip from TheOdd1sOut. I hope you know the one.

MCBC reminds me of Batman in the way of. If he were to ever becoming a villain, he would become Batman who. Was not against murder. Probably. And also really bad at saving people.

Elaborating: It's very obvious he has so many complexes. Hero complex, Savior complex, his Ego. The fact that he has no special powers and can only fight physically, and never uses a weapon, tells me he feels super inferior compared to the team. He *has* to be the best, the one to come up with the ideas, the brains, the leader, or else he essentially has no role; no function within the group. I would not be surprised if he went rogue and tried to become Batman because he felt so useless and unneeded, like Morgana p5 style.

Which is really funny given Jimmy feels the same way and understands this best with how often the entire group others him and dumbs him down to just a robot rather than their friend.

Which, speaking of villainy, Jimmy going rogue would be entering a toxic friendship that love bombs him and makes him feel wanted and needed and treats him as just any other person since the others. Don't do that.

Seriously they are all so shitty to each other what is up with that.

Like they actually treat each other terribly. They should not be friends, probably.

Anyway

Jimmy and MCBC have a Eurylochus and Odysseus, Epic the Musical, type of dynamic if Eury was in the right. This isn't much of a hc I just thought you should know.

MCBC posts on the "aita" reddit a lot and the results always come back with "Everyone sucks here"

Can you guys tell I have a favorite Aquabat

Okay wait another thing to discuss: How they're constantly broke. What is happening. Why does MCBC not pay them? Does he get paid in the first place? He clearly doesn't know how to manage their money if that's the case. And that's canon too with the episodes so far. This show has an underlying theme, to me, of how in our capitalistic society, even superheros are overworked and underpaid, to the point where they're literally at a constant threat of going homeless.

Speaking of, I assume they live in the battletram, is that actually because they're homeless and just live there??? Did they do it willingly, van-life style? I fear in my hcs it's the former. Someone please hire them they need jobs.

Okay I promised elaboration on MCBC and him cutting off contact from family/changing his name, this is why (credits to my friend for helping me come up with this!!!):

Essentially, he's an orphan. The only family he's ever had is a foster family, and it was not a kind one. They were incredibly Catholic, and forced the religion onto him, which he did not agree with. This especially explains his skepticism and dismissal of spirituality and ghosts and the like, especially towards Eaglebones, who is a religious-coded character.

That's right. I gave your funny superhero religious trauma. What are you going to do about it?

MCBC struggles to grow facial hair and that's why he has the drawn-on sharpie mustache. He's very particular about it too. Perfectionism.

God okay Sara try not to talk about the stupid fucking creature challenge, impossible. Lemme move off of him.

Crash!! My other fave. I actually really like the hc that while being unable to actually control his emotions, he's very in-tune with them. Like he's hyper-aware of what the feeling is, and what the route of the problem is/why he is feeling that feeling, but the issue is how to not react to said feeling.

He has low energy days too ofc ;0 I like to imagine he's very grumpy/sad and quiet when he has a low energy day. The others know that during this time, do not try to piss him off.

He has a resting bitch face to me. I can picture it. Like everyone sees him coming and are super scared of him until he gives that puppy dog smile and it takes a minute to load and realize it's the same guy.

I think he wears glasses!!! Idk. He seems like a guy who should wear glasses

Do you think he actually wanted to be an artist as a kid or is this just a hobby he picked up at some point? I kinda like the idea of kiddie Crash believing he'd grow up to be an artist. Vibes.

Anyway so if he was a villain he'd essentially be Steven Universe Future, but like, no one ever talked him down after he went nuts, ykwim? A good example is uhh "Only One Way" by JakeNeutron.

Okay I'm gonna stop talking now I forgot everything else.

And that's all! Keep in mind, I haven't seen s2 yet, so some of these hcs may change/be proven canon/be debunked, etc. But this is just all based on what s1 has taught me.

I'm so sorry this hcs post got turned into me rambling about my thoughts on this show and just what exactly is happening in their universe. I need somewhere to put it, and it's 3am, so I'm only half-paying attention to what I'm actually talking about (bad idea. Go to sleep, kids).

Anyways, we'll see how things go, but I hope this suffices, dear Aquabats fandom ;3

credit to bloodibambiidoll for the divider!