#sometimes Jas has the bad night!

[st-el-la-luna]

Thinking about König

Mainly, thinking about his anxiety being like my anxiety. It's social anxiety but more than the "oh no, people, scary!" That people tend to generalize it as.

That's not to say that it isn't like that. Yes, people are intimidating, especially large groups of them. Or if you're being put in a command position. Or if you're in a position to be judged... Which is most situations. (Public speaking, especially for school projects is especially bad).

But it's not just shyness. It's also the aversion.

Walking through the halls, with a dead sort of stare. Not intentionally intimidating, but it's very much a resting bitch face, look at me and I'll kill you sort of expression.

Saying as little as possible to people he's not comfortable with.

"yes."

"no."

"I don't like that."

"I don't want to."

"we are not friends."

Staring so intently at people that it unsettles them.

"-and that's why I think... Why... It's... Is everything okay, Colonel?"

"Ja, why?"

"You're, uh... You're looking very intently."

"This is just how I look. Eye contact is important."

"uhh... Right, it's just... I haven't seen you blink?"

"I blink when you blink."

Like, yes, of course there are situations where he gets mousy voiced or sweaty palms. But not at work, no. At work he's able to conjure up, maybe not confidence, but something.

At a restaurant though? Speaking softly, making himself small, saying please and thank you after every sentence. It doesn't matter what the server does, he's always soft spoken and polite, nervous. If he asks for no pickles and they bring him his dish with pickles, he'll eat it. If he orders a chicken sandwich and they bring him a burger, he'll eat it. If he tells them that he has a deadly peanut allergy and they bring him a tub of peanut butter... He'll send that back, but he'll be polite about it.

"Oh, ja, I'm sorry, I... This isn't what I ordered. Oh, no, no, it's okay, don't apologize. I'm sorry. You're busy. It's fine, I understand."

Sometimes during mission briefs he will randomly growl and smack his fist on the table. People think he's mad at them and straighten up, stop sipping so loud, on their best behaviour. He actually just got mad at himself, remembered something embarrassing from his past.

He almost acts like a narcissist. Passes by a mirror, winks at his reflection: "How's it going, good looking?"

Makes jokes about being the pretty one. People think he's full of himself.

He actually hates himself but has replaced negative self talk with show boating. He doesn't hate himself any less, but he tells himself to kill himself way less often!

Always has some sort of plan. An escape route, a plan of attack. Watching the people around him nervously.

Sits in the back of the room so he can watch everybody. Sits with his chair pushed far back so he can stand quicker.

Glares at people who walk by. Gives their dogs heart eyes. Prays that the owners realize and ask him if he wants to say hello. He's too awkward to ask permission. And he's too angry looking for people to offer.

Represses lots of anger from incidents he feels he can't lash out in, goes batshit in training or on missions. (I used to do kick boxing, the gym people had to keep coming up to me and moving my punching bag back because I was hitting it too hard).

The kind of person to, when going to someone's house, immediately look for signs of a pet. If he finds it. The animal is now his best friend. Goes to a party hangs with the dog type of beat.

Thinks smoking pot would help him. But the idea makes him nervous. Which he thinks, smoking pot would help... But the idea of smoking pot makes him nervous. But he–

Will just lie to get out of shit.

"Hey, we're going to get drinks tonight, do you want to come?"

"ah, I can't... I promised to get dinner with a friend."

Goes home and enjoys a night alone.

Avoidant. Will just not do things that cause him stress. Hasn't been to the dentist in years because talking to the lady at reception makes him nervous. What if the phone signal is bad? What if it just keeps breaking up? What if she can't understand his accent? What if when he gets to the dentist they hate him for the state of his teeth? What if he goes to the dentist and they steal his teeth?! It's happened before! He's seen articles!

Gets adopted by extroverts by being unhinged.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Horangi asks.

"I heard that human meat tastes like pork... The best pork, actually." König says absently.

"Huh... And you know this why?"

"I was curious."

"okay... Let's go to dinner."

"Ja, let's."

A sort of dry air about him that comes off as a lack of empathy. But he's just got so much going on in his brain that he can't focus on emoting anything but augghskft.

Will stare off into space with a blend of the hundred yard stare and the most murderous expression known to man. He's not mad. He's just thinking.

Undiagnosed autism

Forgets people's names, gets to nervous to ask again. So he just calls everyone "you".

Acts cold and indifferent. He just really hates small talk, doesn't understand it. Why say something if it's not important? He doesn't care about your grandchildren. Or your wife. Or your morning.

Is the world's best host mainly out of fear. Asking if you need food or a drink or a blanket or if–

König who after confrontations, has to take a step back, hands shaking slightly. But who's also still super pissed and ready to throw punches at the drop of a hat

König who worries so much about physical affection that it just becomes too much. Hugs are suffocating, hands are held too tight, cuddling is like being smothers. But it takes him a long time to initiate anything. God forbid you initiate anything. Hug the man and he bluescreens

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[snailvalley]

More Harvey (with some Harveyxfarmer) headcanons because I am once again, trash.

**Content warning: contains mentions of mental illness

☕️Harvey collects other things besides model planes, for example, he loves collecting vinyl records. Sometimes he puts one on the record player and him and the farmer dance in the kitchen while making dinner.

☕️ Going off the last one, he has a broad taste in music, he likes classical and oldies. But also some indie rock. He loves Abba lol.

☕️ He has a car, idk in canon where he’d put it, but it’s one of those old robins egg blue station wagons with the wood paneling on the side.

☕️Even though he’s a doctor, he sometimes enjoys a cigarette. Maybe after a particularly stressful day when he’s had a couple glasses of wine or with his morning coffee, only occasionally though!

☕️ He watches a lot of cooking shows in his spare time, especially when he’s married to the farmer, he wants them to come home to a fresh hot meal, even if he’s a bad cook.

☕️Harvey originally was an ER doctor, and he does have PTSD from it. He has a lot of nightmares about his time there and the farmer comforts him at night when he does.

☕️ When Harvey and the farmer are dating, they talk on the phone almost every night. Harvey doesn’t have a mobile phone, so it’s one of those landline phones.

☕️ Harvey is very sweet and patient with Jas and Vincent when they have to visit the clinic, he does lil made up handshakes with them when they come to visit him to keep them from being afraid.

☕️ He loves going to museums, the farmer and him go on dates to museums in Zuzu city.

☕️ Harvey doesn’t have the best poker face, if he feels shy or flustered, his face turns beet red, the farmer teases him about it sometimes.

☕️ He’s a total grump sometimes, or just comes off aloof at first if he doesn’t know you well. He’s especially distant from the farmer when they first move to Pelican town because he (obviously) has a crush on them.

☕️ Although shy at first, he is very passionate about certain topics and won’t stop talking about them when he gets to know someone, the farmer doesn’t mind listening to him ramble though. 💕

That’s it for now! I have a couple more headcanon ideas, but also please feel free to send in request!💖 (seriously please do I love it)

[alwaysonthemend]

Author's Note: Well, I’ve had this one halfway finished for like a week and a half but my stupid laptop broke. Finally got a new one so here we are! I dedicate this fic to @takenbythemadness – your post about Jake seeing a producer flirt with the reader inspired me in the best way. Hope y'all enjoy :)

Content Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, choking, use of vibrator, overstimulation, dom Jakey, sir kink, pussy slapping, face slapping, dirty talk, orgasm denial, edging, passing out. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 4470

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Dating Jake Kiszka has been a roller coaster from the start – crazy and unexpected, yet fun and exhilarating all the same. Dating a rockstar comes with its ups and downs, but the two of you have managed to find a wonderful harmony with each other that even an earthquake couldn't shake. Jake makes you feel safe – protected and loved in a way that you’d never gotten to experience before. Jake has never been one for large and loud declarations of love – and he’s told you before that some of his past relationships have suffered because of it. But you have never doubted Jake’s love for you. He shows love in actions; small, little things that show you just how much you mean to him. All those other people that he’s been with in the past just weren’t paying attention.

He tells you he loves you in so many ways you lose count of them. He says it in the way he always makes sure you’re comfortable when the two of you go out. He says it when he always somehow seems to know that you’re feeling insecure or upset and he whispers in your ear how gorgeous you are. He tells you he loves you by sending you flowers to your job if you’ve told him that you’re having a bad day. He tells you he loves you when he buys you things he notices you eyeing in stores that you put back because they’re too expensive. Hell, he tells you every time you get in the car with him and your favorite songs are queued up to play. And of course, every night before the two of you fall asleep, he makes sure that the last thing he whispers to you before he drifts off is “I love you.” In fact, your relationship with Jake has been the best thing that’s ever happened to you. The two of you have a perfect synchronicity with each other – complete understanding of each other’s wants and needs.

Part of that synchronicity between the two of you is the dance that you were currently engaged in with him while he was getting ready for an interview and photoshoot. It’s a game that the two of you have played only a handful of times during your time together – but each one has been more than memorable. You're not really sure what causes it – sometimes it’s you starting it and sometimes it’s him. But it always ends with the same result: Jake fucking you so thoroughly that you can barely walk the next day.

Today is one of those days where that itch settles itself beneath your skin. You need it… badly. And there’s not much that you won’t do to get it. And the opportunity to do just that presents itself in the form of a cute producer who’s on the set today that has been intent on flirting with you from the moment you all stepped through the door. Jake was being forced to do an interview – despite his numerous and spirited protests, and he’d asked you to come with him. You’d agreed, hoping to find a chance to play your game. So, as much as you want to admire how attractive Jake looks in his all black outfit, you instead turn your attention to the cute producer.

“I’m Oliver.” He’d said, giving you a sweet smile as you and Jake had walked in.

“Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You gave him your hand to shake and the grip lingered longer than necessary – and Jake’s dark eyes hadn’t missed it.

“Are you Mr. Kiszka’s assistant?” He asked, completely ignoring Jake as he focused all of his attention on you.

Just as Jake opened his mouth to not-so-kindly let him know who exactly you are to him, you speak up first.

“Yes, something like that.”

Immediately, you see Jake’s shoulders tense and his eyes narrow at you. You just give him a smile and slide past him, just barely brushing your shoulder against his as you pass. Oliver follows you as you take a seat off to the side, in view of where the interview will be taking place. Jake gives you one last sharp look over his shoulder before walking over to sit in front of the camera.

Body thrumming with adrenaline, you turn back to Oliver and give him a smile.

“So what’s your job around here? It seems like it would be fun.” You lean in close to ask the question and give him your best flirty smile. You can see Jake from the corner of your eye, watching your every move.

“Oh, it’s very fun.” Oliver says, obviously happy that you’re engaging with him again, before launching into what he does with the company.

You do your best to listen – occasionally asking questions to keep the conversation going, but your attention is more centered on Jake as he does his interview. He’s giving wonderful and thoughtful answers to each question, but his eyes often sweep over to where you and Oliver are. Tiny glances that aren’t outright enough for others to notice… but you can. You know him too well and you can clearly see that your plan is working. Every so often, just to dig your own grave a little deeper, you reach out to put your hand on Oliver’s shoulder if he says something funny. Your conversation with him is hushed in order to not interrupt the interview, so Jake can’t hear what the two of you are talking about – all he can see is your flirty touches and the love eyes that Oliver is giving to you.

Eventually, your conversation is interrupted when the director loudly announces that the interview portion is over. You glance over to see Jake making his way towards you.

“We’ll need you back here in a moment for some pictures, Mr. Kiszka.” He says, and Jake just gives him a curt nod as he strides over to you and Oliver.

“Hi.” You say, plastering an innocent smile on your face.

“What have you two been talking about over here?” Jake asks, and his voice is laced with faux interest. To Oliver, he seems perfectly normal – but you can see the storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“Oh she was just asking me about my job here.” Oliver tells him with a polite smile.

“Wonderful.” Jake says, voice falling a little flatter. “Y/n, can I speak with you for a minute?”

“Right now?” You ask, glancing at Oliver. “We’re kind of in the middle of a conversation.”

Jake’s eyes narrow into dangerous slits and you almost regret your words. There’s no going back on your game now – but the promise of what you know is to come spurs you on even more.

“Right now.” He says coldly.

“We can talk later, Jake.”

Just as he opens his mouth to reply, another set member comes over and saves you.

“Mr. Kiszka? We’re ready for your pictures now. If you could just follow me?”

“Of course.” Jake’s tone is smooth as silk as he turns to leave, but his brown eyes lock onto yours and you can’t look away. They’re ablaze with anger and the parting smile he gives to you and Oliver isn’t convincing at all. You give Jake another sweet smile before turning your back to him, heart pounding. You’ve sealed your fate.

Oliver quickly launches back into your prior conversation, but you can barely pay him any mind – instead, your mind is awash with thoughts of the trouble that you’ve gotten yourself into. All that’s left is just a few promotional photographs of Jake and then the two of you will be on your way back home… and the thought of what lies in wait for you makes you clench your thighs together in excitement.

Both lucky and unlucky for you, the photographer is finished with Jake quickly, and you watch with wide eyes as he strides determinedly over to you as Oliver continues babbling on about something or other in your ear.

“Are you ready to go?” Jake asks, interrupting Oliver’s endless chatter.

You open your mouth to protest but you stop short upon seeing the face that Jake is giving you. One eyebrow raised – almost as if in challenge, eyes venomous and dark, and his mouth is set in a hard line. You snap your mouth shut and give him a nod.

Oliver, noticing Jake’s body language, stops short and stares between the two of you.

“I, um…” He mutters, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I think I’ve gotta go do… something or other over there.” He jerks his head towards where the director is talking with some of the other crew members.

“Oh.” You say, turning away from Jake to give Oliver your best doe eyes. “Well, it was a pleasure getting to meet you, Oliver.”

He smiles despite the tension in the air.

“It was great meeting you too. Maybe I’ll see you again some time.”

And with that, Oliver scurries away, leaving you and Jake to stand in stony silence. You glance up at him but all you see is his back as he walks slowly towards the door.

“Don’t make me have to wait on you.” He says coldly, and you frenziedly jog over to catch up with him.

The drive home is silent. You fold your hands in your lap, nervously fiddling with a stray thread on your shirt. Jake stares resolutely ahead, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles have turned white. In a desperate attempt to ease the tension, you reach over to turn the stereo on. The smooth notes of Dan Fogelburg spill through the speakers, easing the awkwardness for a moment. Without looking away from the road, Jake reaches over and turns it back off, plunging you back into silence.

By the time you arrive home, you’re sweating and a dull ache has taken up residence between your legs. Jake slams the car door shut and you follow swiftly behind him, excitement and fear thrumming through you. You enter your shared home and Jake still hasn’t looked at you – instead, he walks slowly over to the kitchen and grabs a glass from the cabinet. He grabs a bottle of bourbon and pours himself a generous amount. He takes a sip, still refusing to even look at you.

“Jake, I-”

“Shut the fuck up.” His eyes finally snap to yours and you shrink back from his angry gaze. “I’ve heard enough from you today.” He drains the last of the bourbon. “Go upstairs and strip.”

“But-”

“I told you,” he slams his glass down on the counter, “to shut the fuck up.”

He’s not yelling, but there’s nothing but pure rage in his voice. Figuring you’ve dug your hole deep enough, you practically sprint up the stairs and into yours and Jake’s bedroom. It’s dark out, and the only light in the room is spilling from the floor lamp in the corner, bathing the room in warm light. With shaky hands, you strip your clothes off you, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Your heart is beating madly in your chest and your hands are clammy as you stand naked in the middle of the room.

You snap your eyes to the door as you hear the floorboards creak.

There he stands, anger rolling off him in waves. He’s barefoot now, and his hat has been discarded elsewhere. His black shirt is completely unbuttoned, allowing your eyes to roam freely over his gorgeous torso. His eyes are stony and his face is completely void of any emotion, leaving you with nothing to gauge what your punishment is going to be.

“Get on your knees.” He orders, slipping his shirt off his shoulders. You practically collapse onto the floor and you wince, thankful that the floor is at least carpeted.

Jake strides over to you, his dark eyes pinned on yours as you look up at him. Slowly, he reaches a hand out to you, gripping your jaw tightly. He leans in close, face just inches away from your own. You can smell the liquor on his breath.

“Do you remember your safeword?”

You nod and his grip on your jaw tightens even more.

“Words, y/n.”

“Gibson, sir.”

He releases his hold on you and straightens back up.

“Good girl.”

You release a shaky breath as you glance up at him through your lashes, mouth watering at the way he’s looking at you – like he can’t decide if he wants to yell at you or kiss you. You stare, waiting for his next instruction. You can’t help but notice how close you are to his cock, hiding behind his black slacks. You want it – badly.

“You just gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna do something?” Jake asks you coldly.

“You haven’t told me what you want me to do. Sir.” The brattiness in your tone makes Jake’s eyes widen momentarily before he smooths over his expression.

“You’ve been acting like a slut all day… flirting with that stupid producer right in front of me. You really think you’re in the position to be acting like a brat right now?” He gives you a sickly sweet smile but you don’t answer him.

His hand shoots out suddenly and tangles in your hair. You let out a surprised squeak as he pulls your head back roughly, exposing your throat. He leans back down, so close that his plump lips almost touch yours.

“You’re so fucking desperate for it that you flirt with that guy just to piss me off?”

You wrap your hand around his wrist where it's tangled in your hair. You bite your lip for a moment, debating your next choice of words.

“What makes you think I’m so desperate for you? Maybe I wanted Oliver instead.”

Jake growls and the sound makes wetness practically gush from you. You can feel it dripping down your thighs.

“You really think he could fuck you the way I do?” He pulls away from you suddenly and begins to undo his belt. “Think he could make you feel the way I make you feel?” He slides his pants off himself, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

You know that no one could ever come close to bringing you the pleasure that Jake brings you, but apparently you’re a glutton for punishment.

“Maybe he could, maybe he couldn’t. Only one way to find out, though.” You give him an innocent shrug.

Without warning, Jake’s fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze. Your vision swims and a choked, meek little noise falls from between your lips.

“That little twig couldn’t fuck you half as good as I can and you fucking know it.” His grip tightens even more and your chest burns as he cuts off your air supply. “Fucking brat.”

Just as your eyes begin to roll back into your head, Jake releases you. You take in a staggering breath and cough.

“Suck my cock. And maybe I’ll think about letting you cum tonight.”

You waste no time in sliding his boxers down his powerful thighs, and your mouth waters as you take in his dick standing proudly at attention. No matter how many times you get to see it, you’re always overcome with how pretty his cock is.

Teasingly, you begin leaving little kitten licks over his head, just barely brushing your tongue against him. Before finally, you slowly wrap your lips around him and sink down until his tip nudges the back of your throat. You relax your jaw and breathe in through your nose as tears prick your eyes. Jake brings his hand to the back of your head and pushes you even further down on him, causing you to gag around him. You brace your hands on his thighs as he begins to rock his hips, fucking your mouth so deeply its taking all of your focus not to gag even more.

“Fucking take it.” Jake grits out, and you wish you could see what his face looks like as he fucks your throat. You can imagine what he probably looks like – brows pinched together and his head thrown back in pleasure. He groans and you whimper in response, more wetness dripping down between your thighs.

Jake pulls his cock from your mouth with a lewd pop and you take in a gulping breath.

“Look at you…” He says darkly, running a finger along your jaw line as he takes you in – mascara streaming down your cheeks and your hair a tangled mess. “Ready to admit who it is that you really want?”

You nod, whining as your pussy throbs with need.

“Say it.”

“You.” You tell him, and your voice sounds just as ruined as you feel. “I want you, sir.”

“Get on the bed.” You scramble to your feet, legs shaky and thighs a complete mess as you climb onto the bed. You sit in the middle and watch as he drinks in your form.

The bed sinks as Jake climbs into it. He crawls over to you and props himself up on one arm. With his other hand, he runs his calloused fingertips through the mess on your thighs, so so close to where you want him most.

“You’re fucking soaked, angel. Jesus.”

You whine and spread your legs wider, desperate for any type of relief.

“Please, Jake..” You cry, eyes screwing shut as his fingers ghost over your folds.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, sir. All yours.”

“That’s right.” He says, swiping a finger through your folds and just barely brushing against your swollen clit. “All fucking mine.”

Without warning, he plunges his middle finger into you and you let out a wail at the stretch. He pumps into you as his thumb circles madly over your clit. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. He adds a second finger and you cry out again, before grinding your hips downwards to meet his hand.

“Ah uh. Nope.” He pulls his fingers from you. “Don’t fucking move. You wanted to act like a slut. Now you’re gonna lay here and take it like one. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Your entire body jolts as he slaps his palm against your cunt, drawing a pained yelp from you.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He inserts his fingers once more, fucking into you at an agonising pace. You moan and whine, but you diligently stay in place, resisting the overwhelming urge to rock your hips in search for more.

Slowly, Jake plays you into the edge of your orgasm, and your cries only increase as you draw nearer and nearer. Just as you’re about to fall over the crest of pleasure, Jake stops his movements completely and you whine.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum that easy, angel? After how you acted today?” He shakes his head and tsks at you. “Silly girl. You don’t fucking deserve to cum yet.”

“Jake, please.” You whine, body strung so tight you feel like you might snap, “Please give it to me.”

“Give what to you, baby?” He asks, voice saccharine and filled with faux concern.

“You know what.”

“Oh, do I?”

Slowly, he begins to circle your clit again. Over and over again, he brings you right to edge before pulling back before you can finish. It’s agony, and tears leak from the corners of your eyes as he brings you to the edge for a fourth time before he pulls away.

“Fucking hell, please! Jake, please!”

Jake just chuckles at you.

“Baby gonna cry?” He asks you with a shit eating grin.

You clench your fists in desperation.

“If you’re not gonna let me cum you should have just let me take Oliver home instead. He wouldn’t make me wait for it.”

Your head snaps to the side as Jake’s palm connects with your left cheek. The blow is hard, causing you to bite down harshly onto your tongue and the taste of blood fills your mouth.

“You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?” He asks, but he’s not looking for a response from you.

He sits up and reaches over to your nightstand and pulls open the drawer.

“No…” You whine, regret filling you as you realize what he’s about to do.

“Yep.” He says, pulling the cherry red vibrator out and shutting the door back. “Act like a brat and you get treated like one.”

He clicks the button and turns the vibrator on, and you can immediately tell by the sound that he has it on the highest setting. He settles himself between your thighs, hovering the toy just above your dripping cunt.

“Color?” He asks you, dropping the act for a moment.

“Green.”

No sooner had the word left your lips and Jake pressed the toy onto your clit. You yelp and your thighs instinctively try to close but he stops you easily. The stimulation is so much and your whole body feels like it’s on fire as Jake begins to make slow circles on your clit with the vibrator. White hot pain and pleasure course through you and you whine loudly – high pitched and desperate.

“Jake. Jake! Oh shit.” You grind out through clenched teeth.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He says, and presses the toy onto your clit even more. “If you wanna cum, you’re gonna cum from this.”

You could sob at his words. It’s too much and your body practically vibrates as he continues his assault on your clit. And yet somehow, you feel the coil starting to tighten in your belly. It hurts but the pleasure is still there despite the overstimulation as you moan and cry out.

“God, look at you. You gonna cum from this, angel? I know you can.”

You squirm beneath his ministrations and crack your eyes open to see him staring at you, eyes blown wide with lust. He’s rocking his hips into the bed, grinding his cock into the soft covers as he looks for some relief of his own. Your eyes roll back into your head as you hear him groan.

“Cum. Do it, angel. Cum for me,”

The band snaps and you're cumming, hard and violent. Your head feels like it’s in the clouds as the pleasure courses through you. Jake pulls the vibrator away from your poor clit and turns it off, tossing it to lay on the bed beside you. You lay there, brain fuzzy as you come down from your high.

“You ready for my cock, y/n? Ready for me to fuck you?”

You nod your head feverishly, body too weak to do much else. Your whole body is covered in sweat as your chest heaves.

“Get on your hands and knees, angel.”

You comply, rising shakily to get into the position he asked for. You sink your weight down on your forearms so that your ass sticks up in the air. You wiggle backwards, renewed desire for his cock coursing through you.

Jake pumps himself a few times before he nudges his tip through your folds, sliding through your wetness before he presses his cock into you. Slowly, he bottoms out, and the both of you moan loudly. He places both hands on your ass cheeks, digging his fingers into the meat of them as he begins to thrust into you. The stretch feels so good on your abused cunt, and all you can do is whine with each thrust into your pussy.

“God, you feel like heaven wrapped around me.” He groans, still thrusting into you agonizingly slow.

“Jake…” You whine, pressing your ass back into him. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” He whispers, picking up his pace slightly. “Who else can fuck you like I do, angel?” He punctuates his question with a particularly hard thrust that has you clenching around him.

“No one, Jake. No one.”

“Roll over. Wanna see you.”

Jake pulls out and flips you so that you’re on your back. He grabs your leg and tosses it over his shoulder before he guides his cock back into you. The new angle has his tip brushing against your cervix with each thrust and you wail his name. Sweat beads along his hairline and drips down his neck and his face is flushed as he pounds into you. Little grunts and moans fall from his lips and all you can do is just lie there and take it. Your tits bounce with each thrust and the sound of his hips hitting yours is loud and ridiculously pornographic.

“Angel, I’m so fucking close.” He groans out. “Give me one more.”

He places his hand on your lower belly, feeling himself inside as he fucks into you.

“You feel that?” He asks, voice sounding wrecked. “Feel how deep I am? God, fuck!” He curses, rhythm beginning to falter. He’s trying to hold on, waiting for you to cum first.

And you can feel him. He’s fucking you so hard and deep it’s like your brain can’t remember anything but the pleasure he’s giving you. You aren’t thinking – your mind reduced to nothing but Jake, Jake, Jake.

Again, that familiar feeling begins to claw up inside of you.

“Jake!” You scream, raking your nails down his back and leaving red marks in their wake. “Don’t stop. Please!”

“Fuck, y/n. I’m so- fuck.” He whines loudly and the sound pushes you over the edge.

You clench around him and you can feel him spill into you as your orgasm tears through you. Jake’s mouth is open in a silent scream as he cums. He keeps fucking you through both of your releases and you scream his name over and over as your climax keeps fucking going.

You open your eyes to see Jake’s chocolate eyes staring at you, filled with concern.

“Fuck, are you okay?”

As you become more aware of your surroundings, you notice that you’ve been cleaned up and Jake’s sweat-damp hair is beginning to dry.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” You paused for a moment before adding, “I think.”

“You scared me. Are you sure you’re okay? I shouldn’t have gone that hard…” He trails off, staring at you looking like a kicked puppy.

“Jake,” you smile at him, “I promise I’m okay, More than okay, actually.”

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“What exactly did I do?” You asked, sitting up to look at him more clearly. “Did I pass out?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, shit.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“It’s not funny!” He protested, but his lips quirked into a smile despite himself. “You scared the fuck out of me.”

“Well, I was asking for it.”

“Fair. You were being quite the brat.” He said, laughing lightly.

You shrugged.

“Had to get you riled up somehow, didn’t I? Besides, that was totally worth it.”

“I am pretty good, huh?”

You slapped his chest playfully.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?”

“Angel, no one is going to hear the end of this.”

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[darkuselesssomebody]

𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪 - dark!basil stitt x dark!reader

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words || 𝟛.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it

a/n || this is really, really dark lowkey eek!! also i don't know if this is too late (it's still 2023 where i am) but this is my entry for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event! if you're into dark content, they're an s-tier pedro and oscar writer!

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider

➵ i never watched lightningface so if he's ooc excuse me, also, reader is very manipulative and lowkey a bad person too!!

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smut/dark (dddne)

➵ unwanted creampie and sex

➵ unprotected sex and cunnilingus

➵ spanking and slapping

➵ manipulation

➵ death threats and some pain play-ish stuff

➵ degradation/name calling

“tell me about it, right?” she giggles into the phone, feet propped up as she lays back on her couch, hearing some tinkering in the kitchen, “yeah, sorry about that, jas, that’s just - i’m getting my sink fixed right now.”

in the bathroom, basil hears that, and smiles a little to himself. she sounded appreciative, right? he’s helping make her life easier, which is what matters.

after a few more minutes, he’s done, and he sits back, sighing in relief. he sits back up, coming out and seeing her on the couch. god, is she gorgeous. her body stretches out, allowing a little glimmer of skin as her shirt rides up. she’s got a big grin on her face, talking to her friend, and she wants to just go over and press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“yeah, he was mental, i swear i’m still sore!” she jokes to her friend, and his face falls. ‘he’? who is ‘he’? basil swallows. it must just be a PT or something. yeah, that was it. after managing to convince himself, his smile returns. maybe she’d like a massage?

approaching her with that grin on his face, she looks up at him with an expectant raise of her brow, “just a second, jas.” she takes the phone away from her ear.

“done?” she points to her bathroom.

“yep!” he responds excitably, and she hums - not in appreciation, but in expectancy.

“good. thanks.” but it’s out of habit, “bye, basil” she forces a smile, shooing him off.

to him, it’s a wave, “yeah, see you! wanna - um, i was wondering if you maybe wanted me to order some food for you tonight? maybe we could eat together?” he suggests, and she has to resist a roll of her eyes.

“we’ll see.” she curtly dismisses him, and he nods, leaving and closing the door of her house, returning to his own just across the hall. returning to her phone call, she scoffs, “god, did you hear that?” her voice lowers - the walls are thin, “yeah, jas, he’s that neighbor i told you about. total loser, but he does whatever i want.” she giggles, “he thinks i’m gonna fuck him. whatever, that’s not my problem. can you imagine, he buys me food, he fixes my shit, i get him to vacuum sometimes. like my own little manservant.”

like her little dog.

basil was painfully in love with his neighbor. she was just so sweet, she paid him attention, and sometimes - when she was a little drunk or was sleepy, she’d lay against him, cuddling. the feeling of her thighs against his own, her breath on her chest, or the way her fingers teasingly toyed with the hem of his shirt - right above his cock.

maybe he didn’t have only holy intentions - yeah, maybe he did want to fuck her - but he’d never be greedy for more than what she gave him, not wanting to ruin their relationship.

and it paid off, that one night she had been wine drunk, and had invited him over, asking for only the cheap gift of thai food in return for her priceless company. as they sat back on her couch, watching tv as she ate and drank, there was a point where her hand had wandered - bored by the movie. her head laid on his chest, a leg hooked around his own, especially touchy because it was a cold night - and he was warm. as basil breathed in the smell of her perfume, he could imagine them to be dating or - if he could imagine a small glimmer on her finger - married. he held her around the waist softly, and she hadn’t yet pulled away, much to his joy.

her hand slowly trails over his chest and then his biceps, before sitting up a little, and pulling his head down to his. her lips find his, as she breathes into his mouth. it’s a lazy kiss, purely driven by the alcohol, and her need for warmth and contact.

his eyes widen in shock, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, pulling her closer and - while he let her lead the kiss - his fingers go to her hair, pulling it out of her face to kiss her better. she whimpers softly, arms wrapping around his neck, before finally pulling away. she hums in satisfaction, burying her face in his neck.

“goodnight.” she mumbles, promptly falling asleep on top of him. his head reels, but he’s on cloud 9.

“goodnight.” he kisses the top of her head, laying back as he also lets himself fall asleep.

they never spoke about it again.

she didn’t let herself get drunk with him anymore, and he cursed himself as to how to solve the issue. nonetheless, they still spent time together, and he would still do anything for her, but things were different.

but her mind was working differently. annoyingly, that kiss with basil was getting her disgustingly hot and bothered. this wasn’t the plan: she wasn’t planning to ever actually fuck him, lest she lose all the leverage she had been building by teasing him. that’s why she’d been so strict in not touching him for the next few weeks: reducing her temptation.

but it was getting too much. she spent far too much time with her hands between her thighs, thinking of him (but nothing close to how much he’d do the same for her), and she needed an out. but, she also had to make sure basil wouldn’t become confident, and stay out of line.

she had an idea.

she called him over that night. an ordinary thing to occur, but, when he joins her shortly after, his mouth falls open.

she’s in this gorgeous, deeply hued camisole that just does down to her hips, and as his eyes travel lower, the lacy panties she wears makes his breath catch. she has to bite her lip to stop the smirk that threatens to grace it.

“basil.” she murmurs her name, and he snaps out of it, finally looking up at her.

“what… are you doing?” he thickly swallows.

“you don’t like it?” she teases, and he immediately shakes his head fervently.

“no - no - you… you look…” he doesn’t know how to describe it, “beautiful.” perhaps a cliche - but he doesn’t use it in the standard way. she exactly embodies the word. for once, a genuine smile pulls at her lips. it makes her heart warm, and she almost feels bad for what she’s about to do.

almost.

she gestures him forward, and he stumbles due to the speed at which he tries to reach her. finally, once he does, she points to the couch.

“sit.” she orders, and he agrees, getting on the couch, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “you’re not very subtle, basil.” she murmurs, slowly sitting on his lap. his cheeks burn.

“s-sorry?”

“you know how hard it is when you wanna hang out with your good friend, and you know all he’s thinking about is fucking you?” her voice is vicious, and he swallows thickly.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers, looking into her eyes, an evident begging in them. he’s pleading that she’ll forgive him. her fingers go to gently weave through his hair.

“it’s hard… you know?” she says softly, playing the victim to a tee, “i thought that… maybe that’s the only thing you see when you look at me.” she admits - but it’s a complete lie.

“never, oh - oh my god.” the thought makes basil sick. she - she thinks he sees her as an object?! “i swear, i see you as so much more than that - yes, you’re fucking gorgeous, but you’re so much more than just your body!” he assures, but she pretends to already be hurt.

“you’re just saying that, you know i’ll give myself up to you with these sweet words and-” he says her name softly.

“don’t think like that, please, don’t think like that.” he begs, taking her hands, “how - how can i show you how much you mean to me. please, tell me, and i’ll do it.” he’s holding her hands so tenderly, he wants to lavish her in ways she’s never even thought of.

she goes quiet, and he’s dead terrified he’s lost her.

“i want you to forget any insecurity you may ever have, i want to make sure you never lift a finger, i want you to never yearn and to only be satisfied.” his voice is thin - needy. “i want to worship you.”

that’s what she needs to hear.

“you do?” she murmurs.

“i’m begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.” there it is. she smirks.

“can i… suggest something?” she asks - in faux timidness.

“anything.” he assures her.

“maybe… so i feel the most… assured… if we have sex, can i take charge?” he blinks. it’s not much different than their current relationship, so he immediately agrees.

“of course, of course. that’s totally fine.” he assures, and she smiles.

“alright, good - that’s good. thank you, basil!” she chirps, and his heart warms.

“yeah, of course.”

but that’s when the switch occurs.

“get off the couch.” she orders, and he blinks, a little shocked by her flip from a shy tone to a commanding one, but he complies, standing up.

she takes his place, sitting on the couch, before looking at him expectantly, “on your knees, c’mon.” his cheeks heat, as his brow furrows curiously, falling to his knees. “you said you wanna worship me, right?” she smirks, when he nods, “take off my socks.” she orders, the woolly socks that he knew she wore as she was always cold felt itchy against his fingers, as he pulls them off. she hums happily, and raises a brow when he presses a kiss to each sole, “fuck, i knew you were freaky.”she giggles, letting him kiss her ankles, “how much have you thought about this?” a small whimper escapes his throat.

“a-ages.” he admits, and she smiles.

“okay, stop.” she commands, and he stops his mouthing of her feet, “come closer.” he places her calves over her shoulders, shuffling closer to her - and, as much as he tried to be respectable about it, his eyes fell onto the small breadth of her covered by her underwear. she held his forehead - almost brutishly - to deter him, “behave. did i say you could look at her?” she scolds him, and he bites his lip.

“no, i’m sorry.” smiling, she lets go of his head.

“what should i do with you now?” she whispers, and he looks at her thighs pleadingly.

“can i touch your thighs? can i feel you?” he begs, and she laughs.

“go on.” she assures, as she pets his hair. he really is like her little puppy.

kissing up her thighs, she inhales her scent, brain going into overload.

“oh - oh, please, let me taste you, please!” she begs, and she smirks. he was begging - just as she wanted.

“take my panties off.” she whispers, and he sighs in relief, as if a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders.

"oh - oh, thank you - thank you," he breathes out, inching closer to let his fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, pulling them past her thighs and down, off her ankles.

when she finally spreads her legs, his mouth waters as the pretty prize between them, biting his lip.

"can i taste you?" he wants to confirm it. his body's buzzing, he needs her so bad.

"how bad do you want it?" she goads, and he bites her tongue.

"i don't think i can explain it." he admits, and her cheeks warm. what a compliment.

"yes, you can taste me." lowering his head slowly to her cunt, he spreads her legs, holding onto her thighs that are draped over his shoulders tightly. goosebumps erupt over her flesh at the sensation of his breath on her skin.

"you're wet?" he asks excitedly, unbelieving that he can coax this reaction from her.

"I'm not exactly feeling patient, basil." she warns, and he swallows.

"yeah, okay." he licks up the length of her cunt, and her breath hitches, catching in her throat as she puts her hand over her mouth, gently biting a knuckle to disguise her moan. motivated by the action, he spreads her wider, licking experimentally and quickly, sucking softly and harshly, making sure to keep trying different things until one finally breaks her dam of willpower, and her back arches as she loudly moans into the otherwise empty apartment.

"oh my god-" she cries out, panting as her hand clutches his hair, pulling him closer into her weeping cunt, desperate for his continued ministrations, "use your fingers." she gasps out, and he immediately obliges, bringing a finger to her hole as he sucks at her clit. he slowly pushes it into her, and - per more whimpered instructions from her - he curls his finger inside her, making her thighs squeeze around his head,

"just like that, keep doing just that." she assures, looking at him with the closest thing to love that she feels for him - desperation and satisfaction, because good lord, is she close. but it can't end like this. she needs to make this last longer.

just as she feels herself on the precipice of her climax, she pulls his head away from her cunt - to both her and his chagrin.

"why?" he whines, simultaneously pulling out his fingers, as she struggles to catch her breath. using him to help herself up, she stands, looking down at him.

"get on the couch." she pants, and he does as he asks, "take your shirt off," the instruction continues, and his deft fingers - one still drenched in her slick - quickly unbutton the shirt, pulling it off his broad frame. she bites her lip, bending so that her fingers can reach his fly and jean button, swiftly undoing them.

"i'm gonna fuck you. and you're just gonna take whatever i give to you, understood?" he nods silently as he looks up at her, and she hums in satisfaction and she pulls down his trousers. seeing his eyes all blown out is a crazy power trip, and it all becomes better as she straddles him. palming his hard cock through his boxers, she notices the way he twitches and how his moans gargle in his throat, all while he desperately bucks until her hips. "keep your hands behind your back." she instructs, and he nods, a whimper bubbling up to his tongue. after his hands are securely behind his back, she sighs happily. truly, she could do anything to him now, and he'd just take it. she wanted to know how much he could handle.

she started by fishing out his - inexplicably impressive cock. it was almost comical - how little sex appeal he oozed while hiding this weapon away from the rest of the world.

then, she simply ghosted her fingers over his tip, owning to a few stuttered bucks of his hips. she returned each of those with a scolding smack on any skin she could find - usually, his chest.

she slowly raised to her knees, lining him up with her entrance as she looks down at him, "don't move without permission." she whispers, and a strangled groan releases from him, making her laugh. finally, though, when he agrees, she sinks down on him, moaning out behind her hand as he does the same - though without the muffle and rather unashamedly.

she doesn’t move for a moment, and he waits.

another moment, and he waits.

another, and he’s done. he starts thrusting up, wanting the both of them to chase their pleasure, and her eyes widen, as she slaps his cheek. stunned, his movements immediately stop.

he dared to go against her word?

she hated that he undermined the power she held over him. pulling at his hair, her eyes blow out in anger.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” she hisses, and he winces.

“i’m sorry-” he tries, but she slaps him again.

“you think we’re equals? you can just pull that shit?” he wonders where all this anger is coming from, almost fearful. she doesn’t want to admit that her rage stems from the fact that she liked the sensation of his thrusts - enough to almost just… let him continue, even against her orders. she can’t lose that power she has on him, “you wanna know how little you really fucking matter?” she growls, grabbing her phone, and thrusting it in his face.

still disoriented, he swallows as he looks at what she’s showing him - a chain of texts. about him. they’re from her, to her friends, all mocking and making fun of him.

his heart, quite literally, shatters. he had thought this entire time, that - though they may be little more than friends - she at least liked his company, liked hanging out with him, appreciated him. but now, to read her stating how annoying and clingy he is, how she hated hanging out with him, but accepted it whenever he came with some gift or food, how she had used him, a heartbreak made his blood pump harshly in his ears. but when he glances at her smug smile behind the phone, it’s not just heartbreak. it’s rage.

“is this real?” he whispers, voice so low she can barely hear him.

“aww, poor puppy, thought i was - what? in love with you?” she mocks, knowing he won’t do a thing in retaliation.

that’s where she’s wrong.

trembling in rage, he grabs her phone, throwing it ferociously onto the floor, breaking it immediately. her eyes widen in shock, but before she can shout at him, his hands wrap around her throat, choking her with such a rage - she’s worried he might break her windpipe.

she claws at his hands, as he pulls her off of him, and slams her, face first, into the couch. her eyes well as she feels her nose smash into it, pained to hell as she cries out, trying to clutch it, but it’s of no help, as he’s already sinking back into her tight, wet, and suddenly rejecting cunt. but his pulling cock gets past the resistance bottoming out with a gurgled sigh of satisfaction. his hands go back to her throat, with a softer hold, as he wants to feel her pulse under his fingers. tearfully, she looks back at him in terror.

“basil, what are you-” he slaps her ass so hard, she wonders if his palm took her flesh with it. crying out, she sobs, giving up entirely, as she looks away, still clutching her nose.

“shut the fuck up, bitch.” he hisses harshly, voice and cadence not only deadly - but lethal, as his fingers flex experimentally on her throat. pulling her up so her back is pressed against his chest, and his other hand palms her tits, something he’d been wishing to do so long. but in his fantasies - he’s delicate, not so much anymore, as he roughly tweaks and pinches and grips her nipples.

then again, she’s a different woman than what he’d imagined as well.

this time, he’s not slow in his thrusts, he’s harsh and mean, thrusting in and out of her cunt to the sweet melody of her cries and sobs, muffled by the hand clutching her now bleeding nose. his moans are loud and gruff in her ear, causing an overlord of her senses, and she’s terrified.

“i should fucking kill you.” he hisses, and she whimpers, sobbing harder, “but you’re too good - of - a - fuck!” he punctuates every word with a thrust, but his voice sounds almost sweet and reassuring - only able to be distinguished as a facade due to the undertone of a growl behind every word.

“i’m sorry, please-” she begs, but he slaps her ass again, thrusting deeper, as he hits her cervix with each thrust, making her cry out in pain.

“did i say you could speak?” he hisses. she shakes her head, terrified, and shutting up. he’s getting close. unfortunately, she is too, “calling me a fucking puppy, saying you’re my fucking master - whose cunt’s the one squeezing my cock, huh? who’s the one begging - for - my - mercy?” he growls, once again, thrusting to each word, and she cums around him - a strange mix of the pain on her nose and ass, her restricted ability to breathe, and his sharp, filling thrusts are the perfect mix for her to reach climax, jolting and twitching as her cunt grips his cock, and her core tightens.

he holds her up even as she slumps in exhaustion, pulling her back by her hair to see her face as he tells her,

“i’m gonna cum in you.” he whispers, kissing her cheek tenderly. her eyes widen.

“no - no, please don’t - please, i’m not on birth control-” she begs, but he bites her earlobe to quieten her.

“shut the fuck up. you’re gonna be my cumdump. say that you understand.” he whispers, and she swallows.

“i - wait, please-” he slaps her again, and she squeaks, “yes, yes - i understand! i’ll be your cumdump!” he growls in satisfaction, finally releasing her and letting her fall forward onto the couch, as he grips her hips pulling her ass to him as he cums inside her, moaning loudly in relief.

there’s a few beats of silence, and afterwards, he looks down at her with a snarl. he’s disgusted, and pulls away - not by his actions, but that he hadn’t lived up to his expectations. she was an evil, and he was a vigilante. that - the cum dripping down her thighs, her perhaps broken nose, her whimpers and cries - that was revenge. it was necessary.

after cleaning up and getting ready, he looks back at her. she’s sitting up, curled into herself as she was turned away, crying into her palms.

she looked like a puppy - scolded for bad behaviors. and in many ways, she was.

he sighs in satisfaction.

it was necessary.

[ursulanoodles]

Shane Headcanons pt. 1 (spoilers)

He’s a cuddler

Secretly enjoys being the little spoon

Secretly listens to sad country/folk music, but acts like he wouldn’t be caught dead doing so

Maybe the same thing with mainstream pop music, like Taylor Swift. I could definitely see him being a secret T Swift fan

Loves naps

Gives bear hugs

Super affectionate once he’s comfortable in a relationship

Will probably kiss your face off/squish you from cute aggression 

Resisted the idea at first, but unashamedly lets Jas paint his nails on the reg

Jas is the reason he dyes his hair purple because it’s her favorite color

Smokes a lot of weed for his anxiety, but doesn’t make it his personality

definitely buys it from Sam at work or Seb on Friday nights outside of the Stardrop

Is kind of friends with Sam and thinks he’s hilarious. They get up to all sorts of shenanigans at work when Shane isn’t in a bad mood or hungover.

They totally ride pallet jacks around the back room together

Was totally a punk/emo kid (clothing therapy anyone?)

Started drinking too much after Jas’ parents’ deaths, though he was probably a frequent drinker before that but it sent him over the edge

Their deaths hit him hard and he couldn’t take care of himself, let alone a kid– hence the reason he moved in with Marnie

Looks frumpy in his depression clothes, but smells like clean laundry and whatever body wash and deodorant he uses (I like to imagine like fir/pine/citrus scents)

A lot of people like to say he doesn’t shower, but I think it’s the opposite. I think he takes a lot of hot showers and is meticulous about smelling good because he’s socially anxious. Too depressed to buy new clothes, but not depressed enough to smell like shit.

Not a vegetarian, but sometimes avoids meat and tries not to eat chicken, especially if it’s a chicken he’s raised.

Has undiagnosed ADHD and/or autism. Definitely neurodivergent in one way or another. 

Soccer, chickens (birds in general if you’ve seen his summit scene), and Journey of the Prairie King are his special interests/hyperfixations. 

Hums to himself and whistles a lot when he’s working or walking to/from work if he’s not in a bad mood

Definitely talks/mutters to himself, especially if he’s angry or anxious

Loves soccer/played soccer in school (not American football)

His Tunnelers shirt looks more like a soccer jersey and I think there’s a glaringly obvious discrepancy between the gridball/Tunnelers that Alex refers to and the Tunnelers that Shane refers to

He has a soccer ball in his room ffs

Also, in his 10 heart even he yells “Goal!” not “Touchdown!”

[prager-lover]

Recom Headcannons!!

These are my own, if ya aint like em, get over it :)

Send me your own, love hearing from others, also these are sfw, let me know if y’all would be interested in nsfw ones too, also these arent all the recoms, just ones i wanted to think abt

Quaritch

+ Was lowkey upset when he realized his new recombinant body doesnt have his old scars he got as a human, absentmindedly runs his hands over where they used to be and doesnt get used to the now smooth skin in their place

+ Wishes he had a rocking chair cuz hes a geriatric ass bitch

+ Used to be adventurous when he was younger, eating live bugs and worms that other military goons egged him on to eat but he learned from countless nights of endless vomitting to not be TOO much of a dumbass

Lyle

+ Avid Kanye fan

+ Randomly sings The Bad Touch by The Bloodhound Gang (Listen to the song and try telling me i’m wrong)

+ Can fall asleep anytime, any place in under 2 minutes but wakes up quickly too

+ Loves Blueberry muffins

+ Has at least 10 pairs of Pit Vipers

+ Twists his tail around in his hand when hes nervous 

Z-Dog

+ Mansk tried teaching her how to cook and she almost burned a hole through a pan somehow, so she sticks to MREs when she’s alone

+ Gently bites the chocolate coating off from around peanut m&ms, then eats the peanut

+ Loves green, red and purple skittles only and if you try telling her they all taste the same she will punch you in the face

Lopez

+ Has a Rosary tattoo

+ Mad skills on a skate board, is trying to get scientists on Pandora to make him a custom sized skateboard since the human ones are too small

+ Likes whacking humans on the back of the head with his tail as he walks past them, but denies it was him

Mansk

+Likes watching youtube videos of people making bead bracelets and necklaces but mutes the sound if they talk, he just wants to hear the beads clack

+Takes Z-dog's yellow and orange skittles since she doesnt like them

+ The only thing that he was excited for when he woke up as a recom was the new and improved human weapons that had been developed while he was dead

Prager

+ Sings Somebody to Love by Queen at least three times during drunk karaoke

+ Tears bits of lined paper and tissues off and eats them

+ Uses an android

+ Loves milk, can sit down and just have a nice glass of milk, sometimes warm milk

+ Cant tolerate caffeine at all, you give him a can of energy drink and he is off the walls 

+Speaks insanely fast when he’s nervous or hyper

Ja

+ Can and will sing the entire Mamma Mia soundtrack

+ Theatre kid in disguise

+ Genuinely find Progressive Insurance Ads funny (bless his soul)

+ Loves gummy worms but not the sour kind

Brown

+ Sneaker head

+ Shits on Prager for using an Android

+ Can recite American Psycho from memory

+ Looks like a pretentious douchebag because he is one, but is very kind to select people

Felt silly so i typed this up literally 10 mins before work okay bye have a good day

[coloredincrayon]

Sdv bachelor(ette) headcanons

*SLIGHT PROFANITY WARNING*

-after a long day of writing Elliott likes to wind down by just laying in the middle of the floor, and because he’s used to living alone he still gets pleasantly shocked when you lay/cuddle next to him

-Elliott sometimes has meeting calls with publishers/editors or whatever. though he prefers to not be disturbed while on these calls, it’s not because he thinks he can’t work with any distraction, it’s cause he doesn’t want you/any other spouses seeing him gush about his significant other(s).

(For context I use the multiple spouses mod and always end up marrying Shane and Elliott.) -being married to two alcoholics has helped the farmer become unreasonable amounts of buff (from hauling them home) the farmers significant others, however, were not as aware of this as you’d think. So it’s only when the farmer beats Alex in about five arm wrestles at the luau do Elliott and/or Shane realize how absolutely horrifying this guy could be (or the opposite)

-Elliott swooned when the farmer was leaving the saloon with a drunken friend slung over their shoulder.

-though he won’t admit it, shane loves it when you come home all sweaty and dirty ‘n shit, then just bear hug him. He loves feeling that you’re real, all of this is real, and he loves that feeling coming from you.

(From my own personal experience) -penny has tried alcohol exactly one time. It was on her 21st birthday, and she had a single sip of wine. She immediately threw up, so with the combined rocky past and low tolerance, she then swore of alcohol.

-penny loves going back to the farmhouse after a day of tutoring Jas and Vincent and just sitting quietly in her little book nook. After a bit she is always pleasantly interrupted by the sound of the door opening and heavy boot steps walking in.

-after a bad day in the mines, Harvey refuses to leave your side. Though your wounds have healed he wants to make sure you don’t get anymore hurt in the foreseeable future. At nights he always seems to be grabbing for you, and near never letting go. Almost like he doesn’t believe you’re really there and okay.

-Sam once caused a power outage. Don’t really know how, just know he did.

-Alex loves to pamper you. Whether it be trying his hand at cooking, or coddling you ‘til nightfall, he loves to see you look relaxed and comforted.

-at some point soon after marriage, Maru asked for help bringing her ‘children’ from the mountains. Robots. They were robots.

-Leah was the only villager capable of beating Alex in an arm wrestle until the farmer arrived.

-Shane has gotten sick multiple times from falling asleep in the coop with the chickens.

Apologies for any typos, this was written on my iPad

[thebest-medicine]

Day 8: Truth

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb

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A/N: (based on the idea from this post that I'm going to find and link at some point) The Nein are drinking late one night at a tavern when Caleb drunkenly admits to Yasha that he doesn’t mind when the others tickle him and that it’s kind of fun and nice to laugh and smile openly and be close to people. Yasha isn't the only one who hears.

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“Ah, ich weiß nicht, it’s-” Caleb slurs a bit between languages. “You all- there’s, you have a way about you all, or- or we, maybe, have it- and it.. It always pushes, challenges… subverts what I am expecting.” 

Yasha watches him, listening intently and nodding along. “I get that..”

“Sometimes it’s- frightening or, not comfortable right away but-” Caleb’s mouth twists at the corner, his brow furrowing. “But- but good, too.” 

“Yeah? Like what?” Yasha tilts her head curiously, smiling gently in a tipsy haze. (She is much bigger than Caleb, and she was already starting to feel something. So. She tries to do the math. Caleb’s probably pretty drunk.)

“Like, how um.. I guess..” Caleb trails off, a blush coming to his cheeks as he reminisces. “I’m not used to this much…” He pauses, eyes and mind searching for the right word. “Kindness, lightness. It’s, it’s nice being around people who go out of their way to make you happier.” His smile quirks up to one side, and he glances over at the tieflings. “Sometimes literally.. by force.”

Yasha chuckles at that. She understands exactly what he means having spent as much time as she has around Mollymauk, and now Jester too.

“They’re quite persistent, aren’t they.” Yasha acknowledges, talking in her hushed tone to the wizard. He nods, and she laughs, bumping shoulders with him and clinking her drink to his. She’s smiling when she reaches out and tweaks gently once or twice at his side. Caleb’s resulting laugh blends in harmoniously with the happy, amused noise coming from every seat at the table. His elbow twitches downward on instinct, a little delayed by the alcohol.

When she pulls her arm back, she runs her fingers over his neck. He lets out a sweet little giggle, scrunching up a bit. Unbeknownst to Caleb, this picks up the admiration and attention of more than just Yasha.

“Aww, that’s pretty cute.” She grins. “I can see how Jester and Molly get carried away. But, it’s kind of fun, huh?” 

“Oh, ja it’s- ha, it’s- it’s really not that bad, but- it also kind of makes me want to teleport away sometimes.” Caleb sits back in his chair a moment, laughing. He takes another swig of his drink. “It’s not so bad - well, it was the first couple of times,” he laughs again, “but I think I’ve started to grow… more tolerant.” He shakes his head. “It’s- it’s kind of nice… Light, you know? It’s also terrible. But it is- it’s fun.” Caleb smiles sheepishly, ducking his head as he takes another drink. 

“You don’t mind it?”

“Ah, no, like I said, it’s not so bad.” He pauses for a second to think, hiccups, and laughs a little. “It’s kind of fun to put up a bit of a fight though, a ruse. Heh, regardless, it’s- it’s new and.. nice to feel so light afterwards.” 

Caleb startles at the feeling of warm breath near his ear opposite Yasha. “Is that so?” 

Caleb turns, and in a drunken daze makes as though he’s going to just answer honestly. He starts to reply. “Ja, heh- there’s a lot I- um.” He stops. Molly is grinning at him. “Uh..” A shiver runs up his spine as his heart works double time to pump blood to his flushed cheeks. His eyes flicker between other members of the group, and he spots Jester and Beau looking his way with silly grins as well. “Um. I’m-” Caleb nearly leaps out of his seat, knees hitting the table as he bolts to a stand. “I’m- uh, I have to- I’m going to bed.” He spins on his heels as the sound of reassurance and protest breaks out behind him. 

“Caleb, wait!” He hears Yasha call out, but he’s already halfway across the tavern room, the stairs up are in sight. He speed walks past and makes his way up the stairs, only stumbling a little in his drunken stupor. 

Finally, he gets up to the bedroom he and Nott are sharing for the evening. He drops his face into his hands, sliding down the back of the door after having hurried it shut. 

“Fuck.”

He takes a few deep breaths, tries to remember what he said, who heard him, how long they were listening. While at the same time, he tries to ignore just how embarrassed he feels. What was he thinking, talking to Yasha about something like that- and right next to everyone - exposing secrets, however mundane or silly. He sighs, letting out a weak groan. “Scheiße..” 

Caleb jumps when there’s a quiet knock on his door. It’s quiet for a few long moments before Jester’s voice, soft and quiet, comes through the door “Hey, Caleb…” 

Caleb groans into his hands again. “…Ja?” 

“…Can I come in?” She asks, and her voice is gentle, hesitant. 

It’s quiet for a long moment. “…Is it just-”

“Just me.” She adds quickly.

Caleb sighs, wipes a hand over his face, and gets up to open the door. 

“Ja, what is it?” He tries to banish the heat from his cheeks as he runs a hand through his hair.

Jester looks kind of wilted, and it makes his heart ache just a little bit. 

“I-” She bites her lip. “Look, I don’t want you to come up here and be all sad and alone. - we weren’t trying to eavesdrop. And like, I get it- I looooove being tickled. So, I- we don’t think it’s embarrassing or anything so don’t worry, okay?” She perks up and watches him anxiously like a nervous cat. 

He fails to stop the blush from growing on his cheeks as she speaks. He tears his eyes away to look at the floor. “Um.” He swallows. “Okay.” He says slowly, a bit dizzy from the drinks. He moves out of the doorway and gestures, inviting her into the room. Jester leads him over to sit down on the bed and takes his hands in hers. 

“Will you come back downstairs with me?” She asks after they sit for a little while. “I’ll buy you a drink, and we can get some water?” She giggles, rubbing her thumb over his hands. 

Caleb groans out a bit of a whine, letting his head fall back. “Verdammt- I don’t think I should..” He sighs. 

“Come onnnnnnn.” Jester sing-songs, trying her best to tease but encourage. “Or I can try convincing you some other way, hmm?” 

Caleb pulls his hands out of her grasp and wraps them around himself. “Heh, nooo-” 

Jester wiggles her fingers at him and Caleb lets out a crackle of a laugh. “Come on, Caleb. Come with me.” She says as dramatically as possible. She starts poking at a few spots along his middle that he tries to protect but keeps up with very poorly. They’re both giggling within a few seconds. 

“Okay, okahay. Fine.” Caleb pushes at her shoulder. “Let’s go.” 

“Yay!” Jester claps her hands together and stands with a little jump. Then, she leads him back out of the room and down to their friends. 

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Omg hi ! ,hope u're doing well! May i request some headcanons with harvey x gender neutral farmer who is clumsy and has a poor sense of self-preservation?

Btw sorry for bad English, its not my native language s2

Harvey with a clumsy and self preservation S/o

TW; injuries

Notes; A/n

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As much as Harvey loves the Farmer but when they comes in everytime with new injuries from either the mines, the desert or even accidentally striking their own foot with their garden hoe, but he's sometimes wonder if he should cover them in bubble wrap

But most of the time the Farmer is brought in with help of one of the villagers mostly it's Robin bring them in after trying to help her with sawing or Vincent and Jas after they tried to go into the mines with Farmer limping, even though they are reluctant to actually come in themselves despite the protest of his concerns saying that it's fine and they can handle it

Harvey just wants to sit down and talk about their own safety and health that it's okay to seek help especially after doing something daring, he just wants what's best for them and giving them encouragement to seek his help even if it's minor like a burn or they fell on their shoulder

Sometimes when Harvey and the Farmer go for a walk around the town or at the farm may trip on a root, walk into a tree or even fall over in open bins which afterwards Harvey will check on them for any injuries then kissing their forehead after

During the night Harvey will hold onto them in bed since they seem can't get out of hurting themselves while they sleep, he experienced it first hand in the middle of the night hearing them hit the ground even after helping them get back in bed they fall again. Sometimes Harvey finds himself on the ground with them still holding onto to him

[ciaoteamo]

Relationships with The Recoms

*na’vi reader*

(a/n): they all look so offended💀

*sfw*

*only a few recoms*

Mansk

-He wasn’t the most affectionate guy, but he wasn’t the least.

-He’d never do any public PDA, he lowkey gets shy even when you call him ‘baby’ around others.

-He’d never admit that though.

-He’d rather spend his entire day around only you, he liked the intimacy of being the only ones out.

-Speaking of being the only ones out, he completely destroyed your sleep schedule by waking you up once everyone was asleep.

-He loved the way you’d curse him for waking you one second, and happily drag him along a trail the next.

Lyle

-Being that the two of you were from completely different backgrounds, many of his jokes flew over your head.

-He was always making the effort, nonetheless, anything to keep that smile on your face.

-Lyle made your definition of clingy seem like a long distance relationship.

-He was always touching you.

-Always calling for you.

-Always needing you.

-And you sometimes would get annoyed with him, being that it kept you from doing chores, and when he realized it, he’d go into a full on heartbreak episode.

-He was like a big baby needing it’s mommy for everything.

-You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it though, you could always count on him to be there for you.

Zdinarsk

-Her favorite pass time with you was staring at and tracing your freckles. Especially when they were glowing. No matter how many times you’d say she has them too, she’s claim that yours were prettier.

-You couldn’t lie, it made you a bit giddy, you appreciated all of the small compliments.

- She had many questions for you, and only you. No matter how difficult she knew it was for you to answer. She only felt comfortable bombardino you with them you assumed.

-She always praised you. Sometimes, you were a little embarrassed by how she’d notice exactly when you needed to hear it. Her observation skills were a 10/10, but then again, so was everything to you about her.

-She was honestly your rock, if you had a bad day, she’d go find something to make you feel better, if you were having a good day, she’d make it even better, her #1 priority was keeping you smiling.

Lopez *the short king with no shirt on*

-He often struggled with the Na’vi language, but he loved to hear you speak it.

-He’d ask you to say a lot of things in Na’vi, regardless if he understood it or not, which led to a lot of repetitive conversation.

-You didn’t mind though, you sometimes did the same to him with his Spanish.

-He liked to tell you about the traditions his family would follow that were similar to yours, it made both of you feel more understanding of each other.

-His love language was gift giving, be it something to eat, or something to wear, he rewarded you daily with objects.

-Oh, and your hands tracing his tattoos at night was like a gift from Eywa. He melts like putty every time, growing more thankful for them every night.

-Speaking of tattoos, he low key wasn’t good in the jungle alone yet, every once in a while he’d get into an altercation with an animal that’s never seen a tatted Na’vi and wants him dead.

Ja

- Ja was an interesting guy, very quiet and to himself. You would’ve never payed him any kind had he been pure Na’vi.

-You were glad he stuck out though with his short hair and extra finger. Because he was amazing.

-Anyone that didn’t know him, would think he was some rude douche bag. But he had the kindest spirit.

-He made sure to keep you comfortable at all times, giving you space, or a boost when he knows you need it.

-He always did things the hard way however, didn’t ask for help, always let the help literally have to ask for him.

-Life or death? It didn’t matter. He was your sweetheart, and your prideful mate.

Miles

-Honestly, he just loved to look at you.

-Sometimes the way he’d watch you from afar was unsettling, but hey, to each his own.

-Flying with you before bed was his daily routine. Catching you the second before you closed your eyes to go with him.

-Sometimes you’d ride yours, most times you’d just ride with him. Even falling asleep on the back a couple of times.

-And he wouldn’t dare to wake you, making sure things were going as smooth as possible.

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Regressor!Shane Headcanons

(with cg!Marnie)

Sometimes we find coping mechanisms that work without really having to seek them out, though sometimes we stumble a bit before we do and maybe even have to purposely try to find them. And Shane definitely stumbled—more like he tripped, really—for quite some time. He hadn't even realized how bad his addiction and dependency on alcohol had gotten until the new farmer in town found him drunk at the cliff. Not that he remembers too much from that night, although he comes to the next day with a killer hangover and an appointment with a therapist in Zuzu City. He considers not going, believing that nothing they say or do will wind up helping—after all, nothing he's tried has worked and that's what got him to this point. But apparently Harvey had to pull some strings to get him the appointment so quickly, and his aunt practically forces him into her old pick-up truck to drive him there herself. So he humors them both, not wanting to seem ungrateful and too tired to fight it anymore. One appointment and he'll be done; one appointment and he can go back to the cliff to finish what he started. His last therapist couldn't help him much, and he expects the same song and dance here—only to be surprised, shocked even, when Harvey's old friend seems to get it, get him. She doesn't try to force him to talk, or blatantly analyze him and goad him into responses she thinks are the problem; this therapist actually treats him like a person and not a lost cause. By the end of the first session, he thinks it might be worth coming back.

And come back he does. It takes a few sessions before he feels comfortable enough talking about the situation—why he is here as an emergency case, according to Harvey—and what happened at the cliff. Shane recounts that night the best he can, repeating the same sentiment to his therapist that is one of the few things he remembers telling the farmer: "I'm too small and stupid to take control of my life". The way his therapist starts making a few notes goes passed his notice as he trails off, muttering that it probably won't happen again so he doesn't know why he's even here. When he's said his piece it seems his therapist has decided something, has latched on to the fact that he's expressed he thinks he's too small. Unsurprisingly, they explore those thoughts and feelings for the rest of his time, and by his next appointment she has a suggestion for him: age regression. Carefully explaining that it doesn't make him stupid or a failure, and that feeling small can actually be really good for him. And that she wants him to try leaning into being small instead of drinking the next time he starts feeling lost in his head. It's a lot to take in, but she gives Shane a few pamphlets and tells him that's his homework for the next two weeks. Just to try it at least once and see what happens. He's flipping through the pamphlets on the way back to the truck, catching sight of Marnie and Jas waiting for him; he tried telling her that he can catch the bus, but she insisted on taking him every time and even made excuses of them taking Jas to an ice-cream parlor while they were in Zuzu. When they have the family-sized sundae brought to the table he notices for the first time how his aunt not only tucks a napkin into Jas' shirt, but also reaches over to gently tuck one into his as well—something she's always done, but for once something that he realizes is her showing she cares about him.

The pamphlets sit in his back pocket heavily the entire way home, the same heaviness resting at the back of his mind. Would it help? His therapist seemed to think so. But it seemed so...stupid. As if drinking his troubles away wasn't. At least this wouldn't burn his wallet—he could try this. Over the next few days Shane finds himself getting lost in thought whenever he's picking up Jas' room (the cleaning routine being another suggestion that's part of his ongoing homework), dolls being held for far longer than necessary before he remembers to put them in her toybox. After one such time he finds himself crawling around Marnie's attic, knowing she hangs on to everything and, lo and behold, finds the toybox that used to belong to him. Because of course she kept it, covered in dust as it is. It opens with a creak, and a small part of him thinks he'll get caught—but that doesn't stop him from pulling out his childhood bear and hugging it close. The stuffing smells a little musty like the wood of the toybox it was stored in, but underlying that is the familiar smell that brings to mind safer nights when he was allowed to feel scared and tuck himself up to his aunt's side for comfort. Shane doesn't realize he's crying, only clutches the toy and doesn't try to box away his feelings for once. Telling his teddy that he's so sorry (and for what, he doesn't even know, in the moment he only knows that he is), that he won't do it again.

Shane doesn't get caught in the attic, and though that all-encompassing small feeling only lasted for about a half-hour he still takes Baby Bear (because that's his name, Shane remembers!) out of the toybox and down to his room where he rests on his bed, carefully hidden under his pillows until it's bedtime. Because by bedtime he lets himself take out the toy again and snuggle with it, finds that when the urge to cry comes back that he's soothing himself by pressing a thumb into his mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world and not a habit he had given up by the time he was five (or maybe eight, if he was being honest). And by the time morning comes he feels okay. Lighter, even. And most notably there's no pounding in his head or pain behind his eyes. Maybe this whole regression thing could work after all. Although he had thought his...regression age? was that the term? would be older. When he brings all of this up with his therapist she seems genuinely happy and supportive, something that makes the small space being carved out in the back of his mind swell with something akin to a sweet softness. Like cotton candy. But she says the cotton candy is a good thing and not to worry about it, and to keep doing what he's doing whenever he finds it helpful. He winds up leaving the session teetering on the edge of regression, much more eager and excited to go get ice-cream than he usually would be. It's been a long time since he was excited over something so trivial. But the ice-cream is sweet, and Shane doesn't even get mad when his aunt wants to wipe away the sticky trail at the corner of his mouth.

Slowly but surely more of his childhood toys find their way out of the toybox and into his room until eventually the chest itself has to be brought down from the attic and tucked away safely in his closet instead. It's an interesting process of learning how to play again, but once he loses himself in it he starts to have a lot of fun. Finding joy in the simple act of playing starts to bleed over into his big time as well, when the little things gradually start to make him feel something close to happy again. Not to mention it provides him with some much needed routine—after his shift at JojaMart he comes home for dinner, and after helping with the washing up he retreats to his room for some small time. However after a particularly rough day that new routine is abandoned and he goes straight to his room, wanting nothing more than to forget things for awhile, to be little. Which inevitably leads to a concerned Marnie walking in on Shane, who is the middle of a tea party with some of his toys. It takes some time before he notices that she's there, and when he does he certainly doesn't expect the soft look on her face. For the first time in years he actually calls her mama, whines and hiccups that it isn't what it looks like...but all of that is pushed aside as she comes to sit on the bed next to him, and ask if Baby Bear needs his graham crackers and cheese for the tea party. Because of course his aunt remembers the snacks he always said were for his teddy. And all he can do is nod, blushing as she brushes away his embarrassed tears and kisses the crown of his head before leaving. Shane doesn't know why she played along, but he does find himself pushing the pamphlets about age regression that he did have shoved in the back of his dresser drawer underneath her door later that night.

Crumpled as they are, Marnie reads through the pamphlets. She had a general idea about what was going on, though she didn't have the correct terminology to put with it—in the moment all she knew was that her nephew was happy and smiling while he was playing so innocently, so it must be a good thing. And judging from the pamphlets, it's something his therapist recommended too. The fact that he had slipped up and called her mama—something he hadn't done since he was very, very young before someone had corrected him—only added to her pre-existing want to be there for him, just as she had been the first time. If he would allow it, of course. Shane knew a talk was coming even before he gave her the pamphlets; Marnie had always stressed the importance of talking things over, especially if feelings were involved. And Shane had shown plenty of feelings, way more than he has been since returning home a few months ago. The talk is about as awkward as anticipated, but Shane tries to remain open and not shut her out out of fear of rejection. Though he gets the exact opposite. Marnie tells him that if regression is something that helps him, then she will support him in any way that he's comfortable with—including acting as his cg. She's already done it once, and she's more than willing to do it again. It doesn't matter how many years have passed, if he needs to be her little butterbean for awhile then that's more than okay! And as the awkwardness and embarrassment fade from Shane's mind, he realizes that he would like that a lot, actually.

It's a whole lot easier to let Marnie in on his regression than he imagined it would be. The process of letting her in is gradual, as is building up the courage to leave his room when he's feeling small. But Marnie is patient and goes at the pace Shane sets, never forcing him out of his comfort zone but always providing encouragement wherever she can. Perhaps somewhat expectedly, once Shane gets accustomed to having someone around while he is regressed they both slot back into old habits. Habits like her teaching him about the farm animals and how to care for them, especially the sheep since they only had chickens and cows when he was a kid. Although they form a few new habits too! Like how she brings him a sippy cup of warm vanilla milk to take his antidepressants and insomnia medicine with at bedtime, or how (depending on the day of the week and if he's feeling small) she'll help him with his t-shot, carefully placing a band-aid patterned with farm animals over the spot where the needle pricked his thigh (his favorite, naturally, being the ones with little chickens on them). Some things might have changed, but for a little while at least Shane can take comfort in knowing that her care for him hasn't.

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romeo and...cullen? | part 17.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Billy wheeled into Jacob’s room around 11pm to see you slumped over in the chair, your hand touching Jacob. You jumped at the touch of Billy’s hand on your shoulder.

“It’s late, (Y/N). You should get some rest, I prepped Rachel and Rebecca’s room. I don’t think Jake has much space right now.”

You looked over to the bed, Jacob had to be on his back so the bones set properly and he was definitely taking up most of the room. “But what if he’s still in pain?”

“He’s asleep. Jake is strong, you need to rest too.”

You mumbled an okay and followed Billy out of Jake’s room. The minute you landed on one of the beds you passed out. You woke up a few hours later and headed to Sam’s house while Jacob was still asleep.

“How is he?” Emily asked.

You sat down at the breakfast table, taking the cereal box from Seth to pour some for your breakfast.

“Still sleeping. It’ll be two weeks, and then you should keep him off patrol for another one week.”

“Three weeks to heal? I thought he was supposed to heal faster.”

“That is faster, Paul. Carlisle said a normal human would take six weeks, minimum… Jake? You’re supposed to be at home.”

You looked to see your boyfriend in the doorway. Jake walked in like he wasn’t howling in pain the night before. Jacob sat down, wincing slightly.

“I got hungry.”

You instinctively placed a hand on his forearm.

“So how exactly do you do that, (Y/N)?” Paul asked, watching as Jacob instantly stopped wincing, only slight discomfort on his face.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t even realize it was something I could do till Carlisle said it.”

“He said your brothers use it?”

“Yeah, Ed and Jas get very overwhelmed sometimes in rooms with lots of people. Too many thoughts, too many emotions. I’m usually always next to them to help them cope, guess all these years I was calming them. Jake, what does it feel like?”

“Like an overall numbing almost. Not just the pain, everything’s slightly lower. Eyes aren’t as sharp, food tastes kinda dull. Can’t smell shit right now.”

“Woah, (Y/N). I wanna try.”

“I’m not a toy, Embry.” You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on Embry’s arm anyway.

“Dude, my whole body feels numb.” Embry took a bite of bacon. “You’re right, less flavor.”

You entertained the rest of the pack with your powers. Any touch longer than ten seconds and they felt all their senses go slightly. Even Emily participated. Leah sat back in her chair after it was her turn.

“Can you spot control it?”

“Hmm?”

“Only dull one thing at a time?”

“I’m not sure. I could probably if I worked on it. Edward used to only be able to read one mind at time, now he hears a whole room.”

Jacob removed your hand from his forearm. “I kinda want to actually taste the breakfast sandwich. I’ll take the pain.”

“Ugh, your dad and brothers are here, (Y/N).” Paul gagged.

“I thought you guys were starting to get along.”

“No, your dad’s great just the scent’s a little strong in the morning. Especially over breakfast.”

Carlisle and your brothers came into the house, the looser treaty made life a whole lot easier. Your brothers stayed near the door but were actually being civil with the pack. Carlisle was just there to check on Jacob’s healing. Emmett threw you a blood bag laughing as the pack looked disgusted while you struggled to drink it.

“Is it really that bad?” Jasper asked.

“Jas, it tastes like nothing really but then just aftertaste.”

“Now you know how I feel, babe,” Jacob said. “You were making the food mildly unbearable.”

“Jake, food always tastes like that. Unless it’s bad, that’s just straight aftertaste.”

“Food doesn’t taste like that.”

“He’s right, girl, food isn’t supposed to taste like that. Not sure what you’ve been eating all your life,” Leah said.

“For the record, blood doesn’t taste like that either,” Edward said.

Jacob yelped as Carlisle did one of his tests and your hand immediately flew to his chest. Jacob looked at you wide-eyed.

“What?”

“Pain’s completely gone, more than last time… I can actually smell this time.”

Your surprise at Jacob’s yelp at sent you into a hyperfocus on accident. You were so concerned with his pain that your power immediately concentrated as best it could onto just his injuries. You pulled your hand away quickly.

“(Y/N)?” your dad asked you.

“Was that how you feel all the time?” you asked Edward, knowing he could read your thoughts.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

You placed your hand on Jacob’s chest focusing on his ribs and taking away pain. As you did, you felt all your senses get a lot clearer. You grabbed the blood bag on the table, careful not to break your concentration. You drank a bit. The taste was actually bearable, dare you say actually really good. You took a bite of the biscuits Emily made. Normally they were delicious but you realized how much taste you were actually missing.

And then you smelled something overwhelming sweet. It was so sweet your mouth watered a bit. Like all the best scents you loved as human back in San Francisco. Edward chuckled slightly hearing your thoughts. You looked over at Jacob.

“La Tua Cantante makes so much more sense now.”

“Tua Cantante?” Leah and Seth asked, confused.

“Blood singer,” Paul explained. “You guys missed a couple things before you phased. Vampire mate, yada yada, best smelling blood ever irresistible pull, yada, Jacob’s hers, (Y/N) can’t smell it. Pretty much it.”  

You turned to your brothers, very excited. “You never said it smelled like our old lives.”

“That’s how it gets you. I’m actually kind of amazed at your control,” Jasper said.

“I think it’s the imprint? The human part of me?”

You frowned as your hand left Jacob when you turned to look at your brothers, everything had faded again. You placed your hand back and was overwhelmed with the sweet scents once again. Jacob looked down at you and kissed your forehead.

“You can smell my blood now?”

“I can smell everything now. And no offense to everyone but all of you kind of smell.”

“Is it bad?” Emmet chuckled. “Who’s worse, wolves or us?”

“Mmm, neither’s bad. But definitely distinct… oh this is so weird. You know the last time I think I could smell this well was when you first bit me.”

“But why now?” Carlisle asked.

“I’m not sure, I was just focused on Jacob’s pain and…”

Everyone looked as you and Edward started laughing hysterically.

“I’ve been using my own powers on myself all these years. That’s why I had your self-control, dad. I’ve been dulling my own senses. I’ve never had to concentrate it before.”

“You’re gonna have to learn to control it, Jacob won’t be in pain forever for you to concentrate on.”

You gently took your hand away and felt the cloud of your power dull your whole body once again.

~~

Your siblings all jumped on your bed at once, sending you high into the air. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“Mmmm? Why are we celebrating? I thought we stopped doing birthdays every year.”

“You’re not even a century yet, for you we keep doing birthdays,” Edward said.

Alice handed you a Polaroid of you asleep with a birthday hat on. You were starting to think they were enjoying messing with you because you were the youngest and recently the slowest and weakest.

“I’m starting to wish I couldn’t sleep if it allows you to mess with me like this.”

“Oh hush. We’ve got a whole day for you,” Alice said.

“So when we say the whole day?”

“The whole day,” Rosalie started. “You’re with us for breakfast, Bella and your human friends want you for lunch, the wolves get you for dinner.”

“Oh, good.”

You came down the stairs with your siblings to a stack of birthday pancakes made by your mother. As you ate, presents were slowly shoved towards you one by one. A hairpin with the family crest from Carlisle and Esme. New shoes that you were expected to wear that day from Rosalie. A new outfit from Alice, also expected to wear that day. Some new records from Jasper and custom-covered books from Emmett. Edward handed you a box of stuff from San Francisco.

“Thank you guys, seriously. Thank you!”

You were pulled into your bathroom by Rosalie and Alice before you could fully process what was happening. They made you up, in a mix of your style and their style. You had to admit getting pampered by your sisters was kind of nice. All you had to do was sit on a fluffy chair, sipping on a blood bag, at your vanity while they dolled you all the way up.

Emmett and Jasper rearranged the living room to turn it into a giant concert hall. You had fun with your family dancing and singing to music from each of when they were human, everyone making fun of Carlisle’s music the most. Edward even played the piano for a few pieces. When Bella, Jessica, and Angela showed up, you forced them to sing a couple songs before leaving with them.

Upon getting to La Push beach you realized why Alice and Rose put on the waterproof makeup and crazy amounts of setting spray. The best part about a summer birthday in Forks was the fact that the weather was finally warm enough to hang out at the beach properly. Jessica brought an extra surfboard for you and her to surf while Angela and Bella talked on the sand.

“Jess, you ever thought about doing competitions?” you asked her as you both headed back in to grab the paddle boards from Bella’s truck.

“Competitions? Never really crossed my mind.”

“You should. You’re crazy good, seriously.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). Ange, Bells, come on waves won’t wait forever.”

Bella and Angela reluctantly got up and sat on the boards while you and Jessica paddled away. Eventually you were all hungry for lunch and headed to the best diner in town. You were enjoying lunch with them, especially since they were headed off to college. Leah and Seth strolled into the diner. You threw a fry at Seth that he caught in his mouth.

“Time to go already? You guys are gonna have me worn out by the end of the day.”

“We’re not gonna be the ones to have you worn out tonight.”

“Oh my God, SETH!” You pushed your friend as you walked out with Seth and Leah.

When you got to the res, you noticed most of the guys outside Emily’s playing soccer. You joined up in the game, siding with Paul and Jared. You wanted to help Emily cook but she insisted that it was your birthday dinner so you should stay out of it. You watched movies on the couch with the pack, looking at the door every five minutes or so.

“Jake doesn’t get you till after dinner,” Embry said.

“I’m no—”

“You keep looking at the door, you’re looking for Jake don’t even try to deny it.”

“Ok fine. But Rose said I was with the pack for dinner.”

“Yeah,” Leah answered you, smiling. “Pack for dinner, Jacob after.”  

Jacob came strolling in at the very end of dinner. You quickly got up from the table and ran over to him. Now that he was fully healed, Jacob was able to lift you no problem. He kissed you, said his hi’s and goodbye’s to the pack and took you back to his place.

You said a brief hi to Billy who wished you ‘Happy Birthday’ while Jacob grabbed a couple things he had left in the house before following him to the garage.

You almost didn’t recognize the garage if it wasn’t for the fact that it was right next to Jacob’s house. Everything but the car was gone, probably around the back or very neatly hidden from you. The floor was covered in blankets and pillows, and there were even small lights hung up.

“Jacob,” you whispered in awe looking at the transformed garage.

He smiled, taking your hand and walking into the garage. You didn’t even pay attention to the remote Jacob had in his hand until he pressed a button on it and slow music started to play. You recognized the piece upon hearing three notes.

“It’s my song.”

“Your brother was kind enough to record it for me.”

About three decades ago, when you were still struggling to cope with the loss of your family Edward had written you a piano piece to help you cope. Four movements and your favorite was movement three, “The Lightness of (Y/N)”. It was slower than all the other movements but written in a style that made it sound lively and happier. It was how Edward saw you at the time, his bubbly little sister that was dealing with a lot on the inside and moving slightly behind the rest of the world.

“Will the lady spare me a dance?”

You rested your head on Jacob’s chest as the two of you swayed around the middle of the garage. The music slowly came to an end and the two of you stopped dancing.

While Jacob closed the garage door so he could set up the movie projector, you sat in the car changing into pajamas and using the car mirrors to see so you could wipe off the makeup Alice and Rose put on you. Your pajamas were just Jacob’s clothes.

A sleepover in the garage was one of the best ways to end a birthday for you. You and Jake watched (Y/F/M), both of you constantly stealing glances at each other during the whole time.

At one point, Jacob caught you looking and leaned in to kiss you. Jacob was resting on his hands, leaning over you, looking into your eyes. The stare was so intense you almost wanted to look away.

Jacob’s sudden kiss to your neck caught you off guard, causing you to gasp. You were so caught off guard that your powers had dropped for a second and very briefly you were aware of every sense. You brought Jacob’s lips back to yours. You could feel him holding back, knowing you weren’t fully vampire anymore. You pulled on Jacob’s t-shirt, bringing his body closer to yours.

“Jake,” you muttered against his lips. “Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t know how human you are.”

“You don’t have to hold back with me.”

Jake began to drop his guard. You focused as much of your energy as you could to feel the shield of your powers over you. You felt it like a whole body cover. Slowly, as Jacob kissed each part of your body you focused on removing that cover and making it stay gone.

As he made it back to your lips, you were overwhelmed with senses. Jacob grunted slightly as you used all your strength and flipped the two of you. You understood Edward so much now when it came to Bella. Everything about Jacob’s scent invited you in and you wanted everything to do with him. He sat up and removed his shirt. While Alice’s powers were somewhat invasive, you guess you could thank her for dressing you even down to your underwear for your birthday.

“Mmm hmm, red’s definitely your color.”

Jacob’s hands traced over wherever red cloth touched your upper body. He could look at you all day in just a bra and his sweatpants. As Jacob’s heartbeat faster with each glance at you, the scent of his blood grew even stronger. You had no desire to drink his blood but it was becoming more and more overwhelming, you found it hard to control yourself. Jacob gripped your hips as you kissed down his jaw and neck.

“Jake, do you have a condom?”

Jacob reached into the small toiletries bag that had held the makeup remover wipes for you. Neither one of you noticed the movie was coming to an end.

(Part 18)...

[geekthefreakout]

Okay but I am so????? Proud??? Of Shane????

I started off thinking he was just an asshole, but now (year three and married) I just... I'm so proud of him??

How he is fighting his addiction and his depression and some days are still bad but he gets through them. How he appreciates the days that are good and makes sure to tell you that he appreciates you.

That he apologizes for all his behavior and actively works to be better, always.

Why can't more people BE like that???

And it's not perfect. Some days he won't leave the house, some days he's craving. His room is a whole ass mess cuz depression is just Like That. Some nights he has a few beers before bed (this dialogue kinda bothers me because his storyline makes a big deal of him getting sober and then after you're married he'll sometimes be like "just a few more beers" at night" and bruh we're not doing that anymore)

But on his good days, he gets up and helps around the farm. He says he's going out and presumably checks in with Jas. He goes to the saloon in the evening because he can socialize there drinking sparkling water or soda, and when you check in with him he is cheerful and promises to be home by 10, and he is.

I'm just. I'm so proud of grumpy chicken man.

[spaceagebachelormann]

omg hcs for christine as your gf in a highschool au!!

christine as your gf in a highschool!au

✧ warnings: homophobia

✧ authors note: jas ml ty for requesting this even if u don’t know shit abt phantom of the opera <3 yk i love christine ! also reader is fem cause i said so

✧ m.list — nav.

writing this cause i finished my exam early 😈😈

her favourite classes are the ones she has with u

even if she absolutely sucks at it it’s okay cause she gets to spend it with her favourite girl!!!

or if its a class she likes but ur bad at she’ll tutor u in a heartbeat

typa gf to give u a kiss everytime u get something right

ngl she’d prob be in theatre 😭 so she’d tell u every little detail abt her auditions and what roles she wants

she once got cast as brenda in hairspray when she wanted penny and started genuinely tweaking

she’d get so so happy if u came to her shows

she’s broken character before just to wave at u !!

yes she got in trouble no she didn’t care

also ur probably also friends with raoul cause theyre still friends cause i said so

he’s not a theatre kid but he IS a band kid

he plays trombone btw 💀

christine would prob want u to try out clubs so obv those are ur go to’s cause ur friends are there

she understands if u don’t wanna join a club but she does encourage it

also!! u barely see her during exams cause girlie gets stressed (same)

like to the point she has to sleep during lunch because she barely slept the night before

so like u have to force her to fix her sleep schedule after exams are over

raoul gets so annoyed if y’all start flirting during lunch 😭😭 he’s almost moved tables before

“ew stop nobody wants to see that”

and then he’s ur first defender if someone starts being a bitch

the amount of people he’s gotten suspended, fired, expelled for harassing u guys is actually crazy

no shit gets past him the second he hears abt it they’re cooked

we love a supportive third wheel

also!! she’d get her license as soon as she can so she can pick u up and drive u home <33 literally no other reason

she’d wanna work at the same place as u when y’all get jobs (prob at the food court in the mall) but she refuses certain places

like she’ll work at subway but refuses taco bell?? (raoul would work at taco bell)

and he gets even more annoyed when she comes and visits u at ur job (taco bell 💀)

average white rich man when he has to work at taco bell and his two main friends are dating so he’s a constant third wheel

also every teacher loves christine and will let y’all sit in their classrooms for lunch it u don’t wanna be in the cafeteria

she’d love to buy u things for lunch and if she doesn’t have money that day she just makes u some herself

and let me say her cooking just might be the most amazing thing u ever taste

if u let her know how much u love her cooking she just starts bringing it for u everyday

she gets so offended if u don’t come to school when ur not sick and just cause u felt like it

if ur sick she’ll come by and take care of u (cause u only eat her soup) but not coming just cause u didn’t wanna??? 😒

she won’t rlly do much abt it she’ll just be petty for the rest of the day and then forget abt it the next day

also she loves walking u to ur classes! even if it’s across the school from hers

it’s okay she can run and she’s pretty decent about it cause she doesn’t rlly mind gym

she’ll walk to u class even if a teacher she dislikes is there

and coming to her house after school is the best

she has an insane cd/vinyl collection with every genre ever so she lets u pick some and plays them in the background

makes u play mario kart because she’s weirdly good at it

it’s like a superpower for her

she could start in the back and she’d still be in 1st place throughout the whole game

usually a toadette main but will match with u sometimes (yoshi and birdo, peach and daisy/rosalina, etc)

[dragonbma]

I feel bad for waiting so long to add to these scriptscratches again so I’m just going to infodump on all four topics right now: (Vos Possession AU additions)

Moving into the Emporium:

During episodes one & two: Vos isn’t in control of himself when he enters Beacontown for the first time after returning from the Sea Temple. Romeo is ecstatic to explore this new location through Vos’ eyes, but doesn’t talk to too many residents. Instead, knowing that the Colossus is on its way, ‘Vos’ opts to take a nap in the emporium since Jack offered him a room. Vos doesn’t argue with Romeo on this one because it’s been a decade since he’s had a good rest and promptly passes out on the floor before Jack can bring him a sleeping bag. (Also, although Vos can hear Romeo’s thoughts too, he has no idea the Colossus is approaching.) Romeo splits from Vos to focus all his energy into being the Colossus. Later after a part of the shop gets wrecked, Vos wakes up in a panic and realizes he is in control of himself. Rushing out of the emporium mid-fight, he sees Jesse, Petra, Lukas, and Jack fighting the Colossus. Romeo is has to re-possess him before he can make it to Jack so he doesn’t ruin anything.

Post- episode five: Vos lives in the attic of the emporium and he and Jack have friendship lanterns. They like to activate the lanterns at the randomest points at night to wake the other one up. (more on that below)

Romeo’s Reparations:

Unlike in game where Petra argues to leave Romeo in the Terminal Zone, she instead is the more sympathetic one. Jack in turn wants to leave him there, abandoning Romeo as Romeo once abandoned so many. He didn’t get to see the cabin or the journal that Jesse and Petra found; all he knows is Romeo’s crimes against the previous admins, the people of the Underneath, and especially his friends. Because of this, Petra has to convince Jack to give him a second chance when they all return to Beacontown. Vos has mixed feelings. He wants to forgive Romeo, but is pretty wary after everything he went through so he opts to avoid the ex-admin whenever possible. (He sometimes freezes up in panic when Romeo is around.)

Jack asks Romeo about what became of the Sea Temple, but Romeo assures him that with his admin powers removed, the temple would be dormant and the entities within/around would vanish. Jack doesn’t seem convinced so Romeo offers to go himself to check. His theory was correct. The temple is essentially dead save for one peculiar oddity…

When Romeo returns from the temple, he has a gift: two linked sea lanterns. They remain dim until one is touched and both light up. (Like how friendship lanterns work.) “How is that even possible?” “Not sure really… I found them in the rubble. I figured I’d bring one back in case you wanted it, but when I picked it up, the other one lit up too. My guess is they must still be linked from being a part of the puzzle door.” (Since the door would only open if mirrored, each block got enchanted with its mirrored block to recognize the other. Does this make sense? Idk.) Jack finds this sufficient to mostly forgive Romeo and gives him props for working to make amends. ^ This scene is also fun because Jack had the initial conversation with Romeo without Vos’ knowledge as not to make his friend anxious. So when Romeo knocks on the emporium doors to deliver the lanterns, Vos accidentally opens the door and just stares for a minute before asking Nurm to get Jack. Jack of course explains the whole thing and Vos ends up forgiving Romeo, even giving him a hug.

Romeo patches a few things up in Beacontown before heading to the Underneath to try and make amends with Xara. (The people of the Underneath now live on the surface, but Xara stayed behind.)

Character Interactions:

Vos is socially anxious after having no one but himself to talk to for a decade. (During the first trip to Beacontown, Romeo hides this very well with his eager demeanor. Vos is honestly somewhat relieved to not be the one conversating.) Jack is quick to notice this and does his best to help his friend meet the residents of Beacontown. The people of Bad Luck Alley would probably find Vos interesting since he was an old friend of Jack.

Ivor is the first resident Jack introduces Vos to. After the events of season two, Jack is eager to show Vos around town and jumps at the chance to have his friend meet his idol. (Especially since Ivor settles back down in Beacontown after being a ninja.) The two are quick friends and Ivor is happy there is another alchemist in town. He also gets to explain to Vos what the Witherstorm was so that’s fun. Can’t imagine how that conversation would go. Turns out the two actually have a lot in common. (Plus, they both look old enough to remember Nether reactor cores /j)

For some reason, I feel like Nell tends to notice new arrivals in Beacontown and helps to assure them that the place is a chill area. She probably confides in Vos that she felt overwhelmed when first moving to Beacontown too, and offers to show him around. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?” The two likely have an interesting conversation after everything is over with and repairs are being made to the town.

What if Radar mentions how Jesse helped with Stampy and Stacy’s dessert booth and ‘Vos’ perks up? After eating nothing but pork chops for years, he is eager to have anything else so Jack buys him a whole cake which he attempts to eat in one sitting. /j unless…

Lluna! I already had a whole post dedicated to her so here’s that! Still haven’t decided what the adventure would be though…

New Adventures:

With his old friend back in his life, Jack is once again inspired to go adventuring again. He and Nurm usually just went exploring to map new locations and it’s been a while since he went on a real adventure. Petra still wants to take a break from Beacontown and find her life on the road so they head off together. Jack is eager to share some of his favorite locations. Jack asks Vos and Nurm to join to which Vos happily joins and Nurm instead stays behind to tend to the shop and Archie. (They return after a week or two for reasons to be added.)

Possible adventuring locations during their trip: swamp (I have a fun idea in mind with this one), woodland mansion, maybe a place Petra mentions from the displays in the emporium-

I can’t wait for them to find a pillager outpost. Jack and Petra go to take out the guards while Vos snoops around… and stumbles upon an allay locked up nearby. Seeing himself in the new mob, he frees it from the cage immediately. Not realizing how they work, he gives it a torch and just assumes it’s following him because he saved it. Vos names the allay “Callou” because obvious pun. Now whenever the trio hear about outposts, they make it a game to disrupt them. Jack and Petra take turns baiting the guards (like walking up and striking up conversations or just outright teasing the pillagers) while the other hides nearby to take them out. Vos checks for any allays or golems nearby and rescues them.

Lush cave. Lush cave. Lush cave. What more do I have to say?

(If you all have any Qs or just want me to elaborate on anything, feel free to ask!)

[actuallyitsstar]

jake “hangman” seresin + 12, 21, 22?

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omg nonnie hello !!! <3<3 i so so love my boy jake tysm for the ask !!! <3 TW for mentions of child abuse so pls skip if ur not down for that! also this might get long im so sorry 😭 i just have a lot of Thoughts ok 😭

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

i know this is like, decently universal, but there are different versions of it, so i would like to spit out my version with the precursor that i have read a lot of versions of jake's shitty childhood and they are ALL valid and i love them all in their own way so i don't mean this to sound like im tryinna say my headcanon is the only correct way or anything lol.

i do in fact think jake had a really shitty childhood (no surprises im sure). i think for me, it falls somewhere in the realm of overly-critical, under-affectionate, duty-based, act-perfect-for-the-public sort of behavior. the kind of parents who married and had kids out of obligation, bc Thats Just What You Do, but didn't really WANT kids, per se. i think jake has older sisters, and he is absolutely the youngest. he has youngest child syndrome So Bad. he was surprisingly straight-laced, and serious, because he had to be. it's what dear old mom and dad expected. straight As, no fucking around. better not get in trouble, and pay for it if you do.

i think the household might have been just a little bit ~physically abusive~. jake probably got the brunt of it- i think that seresin sr. probably grew bolder with time, and had more frustrations and expectations to push onto a son than onto his daughters. jake would've stood up, too, and lept in front of anything for his sisters, regardless of their age difference or the fact that they probably tried to do the same for him. it was CERTAINLY verbally abusive. nothing's ever good enough, why do you say things like that? don't speak to your father that way. i don't know what you want *me* to do about, if you treated your father with respect he would do the same for you. i think jake's mother sided with her husband often, which is complex, because seresin sr. is an emotionally abusive, uptight asshole, and she's under his thumb too, but she was probably complicit in plenty of it. it's easy to learn to perpetuate something you've known for most of your adult life. she probably married young, and she doesn't know relationships to look any different. it doesn't excuse her behavior, but it does explain.

he learned to do a lot for himself, to be competent in areas that children his age usually aren't. to cook for himself (and his sisters) because no one else was going to do it, some nights, and he was sick of living off of cereal. his sisters teach him how to cover a bruise with makeup one fateful night-before-picture-day, and they regret it later when it becomes an excuse, and jake is able to step in front of them despite their begging him not to, because it's ok, i can fix it before school (so not what they meant jake but ok).

jake probably knew javy in high school, and javy managed to pry jake out of his hardass asshole exterior, just a little. jake is an asshole, because he's learned it's the only way to get attention from his parents (and so what if it's negative attention? he doesn't know the difference). javy is the first person to give jake positive attention and jake doesn't know what to do with it or how to accept it. sometimes when the fighting is very bad at home, jake runs to javy's for a while, but he always goes back home to take his punishment sooner than javy or javy's parents would like, because he is afraid of leaving his sisters alone at home for too long with his parents.

eventually, tho, they are old enough to escape, and that means that jake is right on their heels. they check in as often as they can and things are the worst they've ever been for the years between his next oldest sister's departure and the day he turns 18. but when he does, he and javy enlist together. jake tells his parents, against his wishes. somehow it is another thing for his father to be angry about. his mother cries and cries, as if she's ever cared for his well-being before. for the first time, jake hits his father back. all the way to annapolis, he sports a black eye covered by makeup, and prays to the God of the church he was forced to attend in a suit acting presentable each sunday but does not believe in, that seresin sr. is not somewhere in texas right now talking to the police, ruining jake's chance at true freedom before it's even begun.

he must not be, because nothing ever comes of it. jake does not speak to his parents again.

if like all of this ends up in a fic in like idk 6 months or something. dont @ me. akdhfdjfghfjf it probably will even tho i have a wip list a mile long help aaaaaa

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

i have only (publicly) written for jake once, in the first half of chapter twenty-one of time takes no prisoners (you'll see), so that is my ticket to answering this lol. just know that i plan to write plenty for jake in the future, i am just swamped with mav dad and brad brad wips atm lol

i think my favorite thing about writing for jake is walking that exact line between being an absolute asshole and being a normal person, and the way that jake is somehow both entirely self aware of it, and entirely oblivious to it at the same time. the contrast between the things he thinks in his pov, and the things he says aloud, are also everything. his pov is one of my favorites in this fandom (tho ofc i have loved every pov i have written so far !!!) bc he's just so.... him. so much sharp and so much snark but so much heart too, if you can get to it. so much unresolved and unacknowledged childhood trauma manifesting all over the place. rip to jake but it's everything for me as the author lol.

one thing that sucks about this as the author tho is needing to BE these things on some level to write them. like im supposed to be witty and charming in this google doc rn ??????? say sike 😭 i spend a lot of time staring at an empty page when i get to jake's dialogue bc i can internal monologue all day long but when he has to be witty out loud its OVER for me lol

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

I GUESS THIS SHOULD COME AS NO SURPRISE. but i love the mav-accidentally-adopting-jake-kind-of trope. it is like. my FAVORITE genre of jake fic. its so multi layered too, because mav has had this fractured relationship with bradley for so long and is still struggling to fix it with him, and now here's jake, and why is jake gravitating to mav so much???? mav just does whatever comes natural in the moment, and i think it's like. kind of part of it, in a way. not a big one, but i think mav gets to interact in this way with jake and gets to A. remember how to do it, and B. remind himself that he is capable. and C. i think jake reminds mav of himself at that age and he has some inherent instinct trying to stop the crash that he sees coming. the idea of jake never having been shown like, just regular kindness or understanding from a parental-coded individual and respecting mav a lot in his career, and then after the mission its awkward bc its like oh shit. this is roosters dad basically???? thats fucking weird. and the next thing you know you are hanging out with roosters dad on the weekends when rooster is deployed and you are not ?????? what is going ON. WHY does he speak nicely to me. why does he praise certain things that i do. why does he listen attentively to things that i say. why does he keep trying to hug me when i am leaving. what is this strange interaction.

that being said, i think we all agree jake has some kind of unresolved childhood trauma, and i LOVE to see him have to face it, but sometimes it can just... go too far. i think something i don't like seeing happen to jake in fic is if he kind of.... gets his sharp edges rounded down??? or like, his claws filed away??? jake is a fully grown adult man, who HAS parents out there somewhere in some worlds, or HAD them in others, and he is bold and brash and sharp and quick-tongued. it's easy to reduce him to kind of an extreme position emotionally, and don't get me wrong. i love to put my blorbos in extreme emotional situations. but idk. i think with jake especially its hard to imagine him in a soft situation, and we have a tenancy to warp his character, or make him too teary, too honest, too direct, too sad. for me i feel like the sweet spot is right in the middle, trying to make sure he stays a little depressed and a little angry with himself all the time and a lot disillusioned, while still staying flippant and charming and evasive. it's easy to bend the character to fit the situation instead of the situation to fit the character, but it's important, i feel, to try and do the latter and not the former, with any character, but especially jake, in this fandom.

THANK U SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME A CHANCE TO RAMBLE NONNIE......i hope u enjoyed and i didnt bore u too much akdhdjdhfjf. i love jake and i love u. that is all. 💕