#that would also explain the really rough exterior

[mintartem]

Genuine question but were we ever been given an idea on what happened to Genya after he and Sanemi separated and before he was found by Gyomei? The in-between events would probably explain why the young Genya we saw in the flashback and the young Genya during the final selection are so different. I need headcanons for this!

Seriously, what was he doing during those times when he and Sanemi just separated? We all know he was backed into a corner when he discovered he can eat demons to gain their ability temporarily but what lead him in that situation?

(My headcanon would be that he hadn’t eaten anything for days and that he was so hungry and that demon mentioned something about eating him. Might as well eat the demon first right? He needs to continue living after all)

[neoplatinum]

north and south poles | minatozaki sana

summary: sana wonders, are we not the two sides of the magnet?

pairing: childhood-friend!sana x fem!reader

themes: extremely angsty, best friends to ?? to ??, internalized homophobia, gender dysphoria, sana's not too great of a friend, reader is a pushover until she isn't, implied sex, original male character, [----] x reader

wc: 3.3k

(side a: we can't be friends - ariana grande)

when sana's seven, her mother explains the cardinal rules in life. that boys and girls are polar opposites, like two sides of the coin, or like left and right. boys and girls are like the north and south poles of a magnet. and for a long time this holds true.

boys like to play rough, kick dirt over each other, chase after poor cats in hopes of catching them, or smack each other in the head. it's all a bit too gruesome for sana. she never did like watching them play, it felt like they were fighting. boys are like boxing matches, competing for a top winner. but girls are different.

girls are gentle, they play with dolls together, creating groups to play house or sliding down slides, and everyone cheers each other on. girls also like sharing cool things they found: cute rocks, rings, and toys. girls are like gentle waves crashing against the beach.

sana makes this distinction very early on, boys are boys and girls are girls. there's no in between for a seven year old sana. and life gets explained to her pretty easily by her mom. be a pretty girl, and you'll marry a good man who'll protect you and your family.

but her mother also told sana that you were a rowdy kid. a girl that played with the boys; you liked kicking dirt at the boys, chasing cats to catch them, or smacking each other in the head. but you were a girl, you also liked playing with dolls, and sliding down slides. you especially liked cute rocks, so you were someone she needed clarification with how to categorize as a kid.

so she asked her mom about you.

"oh her, she has no manners. her parents probably don't have enough time to teach her all that. they're both always so busy at work." her mother's chopping onions as she speaks, not lifting an eye at sana. and little sana rocks herself back and forth in the kitchen, a little confused by her own mom.

she's met your parents, they were nice people. offering royal milk tea to her, even if she wasn't allowed to have it. they always gave sana first pick for dishes they made, always. and like them, you often gave her parts of your lunch whenever sana was given too little.

and when sana enters middle school, this cardinal rule starts to shake a bit. boys are boys and girls are girls, but you are a girl, with boy-ish tendencies.

you liked playing rough with fuji, throwing dirt at each other even if it stained each other's school uniform. you liked shoving bigger boys when they were mean to girls, even if you had a black eye and sana had to rub a hard boiled egg over it.

but you were also as gentle as a girl, you held sana's hand gently whenever she wanted to walk along the rock wall, balancing on the ledge. you also helped blow and wash off sana's cuts whenever she scraped her knee in dance. just like how her mother does it.

you were the in between, and in between's don't exist in her mother's cardinal rule. when her mother and father sit at the dinner table and sana's mother asks her which boy in class she thinks is cute. sana doesn't think of any boy, but she thinks of you. you with your rough exterior with the older boys, but gentle and soft to sana, always.

"fuji?" her mother asks her. and sana thinks about fuji, a dependable friend in her life. a boy that is also gentler, although sometimes she thinks he's too loud during basketball. he shoves harder than you do, when you three play tag together. his hands are more rough, he towers over sana and really she sees him like an older brother.

sana thinks fuji is exactly the guy that her mother would like for her to marry.

"yeah, i think so." but sana really doesn't think so, her mind drifts off to your long hair and your soft shoulders.

--

when sana's twelve and excited to go home with you after the sga meeting, fuji confesses to her at the back of the school. he presents to her a letter. and through it all, the only thing she could gather was that sana was the prettiest girl in their class, and she has the prettiest smile.

all these compliments feel nice, but it doesn't stir her like you do. when you tell her that her hair is pretty today or that the bow she chose to match her shoes makes her look look fashionable. she stands by the wall, hands behind her back and staring at her shoes. all she can afford to do is nod at the words.

she knows this much, fuji is nice enough. he doesn't kick her chair like some other boys in the class; he always lets her walk inside the sidewalk when there are cars. so when he asks for a first date, she agrees, not letting her eyes look up at him. he walks away relieved, but sana can't feel anything other than a weight in her stomach.

another cardinal rule her mother told her is that lying is wrong.

so she asks for your opinion, and as she stands by your desk, watching you peacefully take a nap. she thinks about just ripping up the letter in her hand. she readies herself for the best performance of her life. to ask you a question that's self-indulgent. if you'll be her first kiss. and just like that she broke another cardinal rule, lying to you, but mostly to herself.

she thinks your lips would be soft, smelling like that cherry lipstick you like so much. and when you do kiss, she feels like she's floating. your hands are soft, when they cradle her jaw. moisturized with that cherry hand cream she gifted you. your hands are smaller too, they fit her head nicely. and most of all you're gentle. you pull apart, and sana nearly falls forward, body leaning into the kiss.

you stare at her in expectation, and panic surges through her body. you aren't fuji, you are the girl that's always played rougher than other girls. a girl that'll always give her 100% during class sprints, while all the other girls lightly jog. and the first thing she can think of is that she wishes you were a boy.

so she say's the exact words that tear your heart apart.

“wow yeah, that was good.” sana fiddles with her school skirt, “i wish you were a boy, you’d make a girl very happy kissing her like that.”

sana says that, but she watches as your eyes fall, hand dejected, and she can't help but feel like everything she knows about love is wrong. you don't say anything, so she leaves, closing the sga door behind her.

eyes welling up in tears as she thinks about how wrong this all is. if only you were a boy. she sinks onto the floor and cries into herself. when sana goes on the date, and fuji kisses her at her doorstep, she thinks of you. how he has to bend down to kiss her, and it all feels so wrong. later that night she starts a pros/cons list between you and fuji.

the only thing she has written for fuji is that "mother would like him." she tears the sheet of paper and tosses it into her waste basket.

--

when sana's eighteen and talking to her friends about boyfriends. all they have to say is that sex is amazing. they all talk about their first time and when they ask sana of what she thinks, she confesses that she's never done it.

"doesn't fuji ask you to?" one friend asks.

"no, he doesn't." the girl looks at sana weird but then shakes her head quickly.

"some guys are like that, they might not want to do it yet." she comments and then the conversation shifts on to talk about the latest school gossip.

sana's quiet for the rest of the week. she thinks about it, sex with fuji, and all she can do is groan. it's the natural progression of a relationship, but she feels like it's a weight in her stomach. that same weight she felt when he confessed to her.

so she does what she naturally did next when she was twelve; she finds you. she hasn't visited your house in years, it's still the same, even though there's a new door that she doesn't recognize anymore. and when she rings it, she finally sees you up close after so long.

she thinks about what she came here for in the first place. oh right, sex with fuji. so she comes up with the best excuse she can, that fuji wants to have sex. she knows its absurd, she's lying through her teeth, none of the reasons makes sense.

but the way you look right now, she can't think of anyone else she wants to have sex with. it stirs low in her stomach. her wanting you, so she lets a bit of truth in her lie.

"i need you to be my first, i want you to be. it can't be anyone else." sana is firm, but you look conflicted. eyes flitting all over the room. debating your morals.

she grabs your hands. eyes with want as she stares at you, and then you say yes. and suddenly the weight is lifted. sana feels like she's floating again.

when you pull her into your room, she feels like she's invincible. this room has always been so safe, and the way you stare into her with want, she thinks she wants to stay here forever in your arms.

the way you ask for permission, the way you constantly ask her if this is what she wants. asking if she's feeling good, gentle hands smelling like cherries that slip off her clothes. she thinks she'll stay naked like this forever if you asked her to.

her mind fills with you, shouting your name into the night where only you two exist in this world. she thinks this is right, this is what love is all about. this little bubble lasts only a night.

weeks later, she proposes sex to fuji, and he nods adamantly. like a horny teenager boy, which he is. but it all feels so off, even though she know's that he'll never cross boundaries. his hands feel too rough, he's too fast and he never asks sana how she feels.

sana feels the emptiest when she thinks back to how she thanked you when she left your room, when all she wanted to say was "i love you." and cherish you for the rest of her life.

--

when sana's nineteen on her birthday, all she can think of is how she hates fuji's arms around her shoulder. how you stare at the arm like it's the most offensive thing in the world. and sana agrees too, it is offensive, so she shoves it off, playing it off like she has an itchy shoulder.

she smiles at the way you relax back into your seat, like you staked your claim on her. it makes her feel wanted by you. even if she knows its wrong that you kiss her messily in the bar bathroom five minutes later, she feels like life is right.

--

when sana's twenty, bored out of her mind in her apartment with fuji. she thinks of you, she often does anyways. eyes wide when she comes up with the best plan. she purposely fights with fuji, calls him too suffocating, watching tears roll down his eyes, and she feels bad. she really does, she hates seeing him cry because of her, but she needs to get away.

so she calls you, bags packed and waiting by the door. her heart leaping in her chest when you knock on the door. grabbing her bags and asking her to stay in the car. giving stern words to fuji before finally leaving together. away from fuji.

sana stays with you for weeks, waking up and sleeping next to you. always attached to the hip, just like magnets. she lets herself believe this is her life, living with you, being with each other forever. she fits perfectly in your hold, as well as you in her. she always tells you she loves you, but only after you fallen asleep. she whispers it into your ears like they'll be heard. like a spell she put you under.

she doesn't think about fuji until he texts her much later, asking if it's okay to meet up and make up. so she goes back, feeling awful about letting her boyfriend believe she's mad at him. she avoids you for months to not feel the guilt. but it eats at her every day.

--

when sana's twenty-four and enjoying a stroll in the city with fuji. he proposes to her, with both their families around for the surprise. as she listens to him, one knee up, professing his love for her. she looks at her mother, her mother with happy tears in her eyes and she can't find herself to say no, so she says yes instead.

wedding planning is fun when she thinks about it as a wedding with you, so the best she can do is ask you to be her maid of honor. she presents to you the wedding invitation in your apartment. talking your ear off about how happy she is, watching you get more and more upset.

just waiting for you to tell her you want to run away with her, to elope together. move away and change names and live in europe together. she lists off all the things she can think of that a girl would like in a wedding, but you never ask her to run away. she knows its selfish, to want you to pull her out of her life, she just can't find the courage to pull herself out of it.

you show up to the wedding, in a gorgeous dress that she thinks that she would marry you in right now. you give a speech about how you, fuji, and sana all met. you talk with so much passion in your voice. she thinks that you might actually be happy for them. sana cries tears out of despair, maybe you really do think sana loves fuji. but she's in love with you.

when you make an analogy that fuji and sana are like magnets drawn to each other, the whole crowd awws, and sana feels her heart break. thats how she sees you and her, a perfect match. the rest of the wedding becomes unremarkable to her.

when you disappear, sana searches for you: eyes wide and frantic. calling up all your friends and family, but they all say the same thing, "she said she's going on vacation for a while, soul-searching?"

sana visits your house everyday, waiting for you to show up like hidden treasure. ever since she's found out she's been pregnant, she's been trying to find tell you about it. you should be the first to know, but you don't show up until a month later.

and when sana wakes up to the sight of you, it's like she's whole again. she walks away from that conversation sadder than ever, you don't drown in her eyes anymore. hands shuffling and changing positions often as she explains about her new incoming newborn.

--

when sana's twenty-five you walk out of her life. after the long labor and intense pain she went through, out came her little baby girl. wailing and crying at the introduction of the world, fuji's trying to wipe down sana's sweat and calm her down, but sana's drowsiness leads to her calling out your name instead, fuji think it's strange but doesn't comment on it. she sleeps for a long time.

when she wakes up to fuji excitedly telling sana that you are visiting. she tries her best to smooth out her hair and her heart rate jumps at the news. so she gets ready for you to visit her.

she thinks she'll name her daughter after you, the same girl she's so in love with. when she proposes the idea, you shut her down. she's never heard this tone before, so harsh and so mean. but she deserves it, the same way she knows she deserves all things bad to her when you look so dejected every time she leaves. she needs you by her side, she can't do motherhood alone with fuji, she doesn't think she can do life without you.

but then you say it, words that make her feel like her heart got pulled out of her chest. you pulled it out. you're moving away, a whole different country, a whole life without sana. and you want to, be away from sana. she can hear it in the way you say it, the way you stand up from the visitor's chair, having only sat there for a minute. the way you walk out of the room. you would have kept walking out had fuji not stopped you.

and sana's angry, after all this, you walk away. she can't tell who she's angry at anymore. angry at you, angry at fuji, angry at her mom, angry at the world. and she lands on it, she's angry at herself. with hot tears running down her face, you look back one more time, and you still leave. like you just double checked that it is exactly what you want to do, leave sana all alone.

--

when sana's thirty and thinking, "yeah, i am okay after all this time." she isn't. because her little girl has just run into you. and nearly hit her head, falling back. but with gentle and caring hands, you stand her back up. asking her daughter if she's alright. and as her daughter runs back to sana, sana can see you for the first time in five years.

your hair is longer, you look more tired, more lines on your face. but your eyes are still so wild, familiar eyes that she's found herself dreaming about for years. for five years to be exact, she dreams of you returning. so you walk up to sana and fuji, calm and collected about seeing them after five years.

but sana's panicking, like she's seen a ghost. you basically are a ghost in sana's life, she's been wondering lately if you really have been there in her life, if not for photos she really wonders if this is all a dream.

a dream that comes crashing down, you pick up a small girl, she's younger than sana's daughter. but she's got your wild eyes and cute nose. and sana thinks that she could die here. right now the rug could be pulled out from under her and she wouldn't utter a peep.

you have a daughter, and a wife. a gorgeous wife who smiles at you like how sana used to. and her eye line follows, you look your wife with the same passion of when you were both eighteen and far too stupid to understand anything in the world. you look at this woman like you used to look at sana.

"it's been a while." sana's voice cuts in. she needs to hear your voice after so long.

"yeah, i guess it has." you reply, finally looking at her after so long. sana gulps, willing the tears away. you sound the same, lighter than your last conversation, like you've made peace with it.

"honey, you're crying." fuji says wiping away sana's tear and you smile at that. like you've finally accepted fuji as her husband.

"oh i didn't notice." sana laughs, rapidly wiping her tears away. she's embarrassed, here she is thinking that you still love her, but you don't. not anymore.

sana tries her best to talk with fuji and momo. them talking about their line of work and interests. but sana can only stare at you.

eyes wide open.

--

a/n: i think im actually evil for writing this. like no joke. but anyways!! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[yamujiburo]

How would you define the personalities of Jessie and James? (their personality traits) and what are their main differences in your opinion? Thank you.

Ooooooooh amazing question I could probably go on about this forever. Let's seeeee

Jessie is an incredibly passionate, vain woman who is usually pretty quick to anger. She has a very hard exterior but has shown many moments of softness when it comes to those she cares about (her friends, her Pokémon, even Ash and some of the other twerps). She's excitable and arguably the dumbest of the TRio, often asking James or Meowth to explain things to her or on the opposite end, getting mad when they correct her on something she was wrong about LOL. Prior to being a Team Rocket field agent, she was very cold and closed off (as seen in Training Daze). And before THAT she was a cheery, much softer version of her current self. I think it's sweet that she kinda went back to being happier and sillier after befriending James and Meowth. The world truly was just cruel to her.

James (I'm very excited to talk about this I have a lot of thoughts) slowly but surely made a quite drastic change in character over the series. I can ALWAYS tell when someone's only ever watched season 1 of Pokémon depending on how they describe James. In the early seasons, James is very flamboyant, quite mean, has a sharp tongue. Jessie would often strongarm him in early seasons but he'd bite back without hesitation. He was also shown to be vain to a similar caliber as Jessie. HOWEVER. In later seasons, the vanity, bitey-ness kinda dies off and James' character changes. You wouldn't really be able to tell if you watch the series over time, but if you watch an S1 episode vs one of the S20+ episodes, you can really see it. James becomes more of a silly, sweet, nerdy boy. He's often the voice of reason and geeks out about various things like sports, Pokéballs, fishing gear, bottlecaps etc. Now when Jessie gets on his ass he more or less just deals with it with either a sigh or something akin to "it is what it is". He's very down to follow Jessie's lead unless it's something he's really passionate about, in which case, Jessie takes a back seat and lets him do his thang. As far as how James was before Team Rocket, there's not too much to go off of. As a child he seems very sweet but sad, given his rough, stifling upbringing. In Training Daze, he is much less silly and a bit more guarded (but less guarded than Jessie)

I'd also like to note that Meowth in earlier seasons felt like more of the leader? Like he was always keeping Jessie and James in line. But nowadays, he and James both take that role and tolerate Jessie's antics as a unit.

I think that's all I got to say. I could talk about this forever hahaha

[silent-sanctum]

You know in honor of Valentines Day, how about I make a list of Valentines headcanons about Jotaro Kujo:

♡ When someone asks what flag color he is, one would most likely say red because of his rude, standoffish, and aloof personality (mostly seen in his teenage years)

♡ However, if you think about it aside from the rough exterior, he's actually a subtle green flag. Let me explain-

♡ This is one of those instances where you have to look past his awkward loner-esque personality and observe how he treats people that don't constantly piss him off.

♡ There's a reason why some of us compare his "heart of gold" to the Amazon Forest that is Jonathan:

♡ Jotaro respects boundaries. As someone who's space often gets violated by unwanted fangirls, he's very aware of the importance of personal space. He won't force you to do stuff you don't want to.

♡ Jotaro is open-minded. He likes to explore his surroundings a lot and isn't exactly rigid with preferences or routines. He's willing to accompany you to wherever you want to go and would try out stuff you'd like for him to try out. After all, he did surprise Joseph when he said India was a neat place to be in.

♡ Jotaro is an active listener. Unlike Jonathan, he can't really offer you solid words of comfort. It's not his expertise. But to make up for that, he'd lend a ear to whatever you want to say to him. Sure, he won't talk much but at times, when you really need someone, he'd be there for you- help you out by giving advice on how to not get hurt again, and help provide you logical reasoning that validates your feelings.

♡ Jotaro is loyal and caring. Yes, he's all "mean and grouchy" no one's denying that, but behind that tough skin is someone that loves his friends and family. He values their security above all else and is willing to put his life on the line just to keep them safe from danger. He also isn't one to condone cheating as evident by his statement about Joseph's infidelity.

♡ Jotaro's love languages are Acts of Service and Quality Time. He likes company but he just can't express it well. At times, he'd spend some of his free time just being by your side, lowkey glad seeing you happy with him around. He can tell when you're upset just by reading your body language or can tell what you need from piecing together recollections of your words. As a result, he'd find ways to make you happy using the methods he can do. He'd buy stuff you like, offer you dinner dates at a restaurant that serves your current cravings, put on your favorite movie or music etc.

♡ Jotaro isn't as possessive as you'd expect him to be. He's very aware he's shit at being an entertaining guy, so he isn't in the position of being all high and mighty of wanting you to just be with him. If anything, he likes seeing you enjoy your day hanging out with friends... but he'd really appreciate it when you'd often have him in mind and you invite him to hang with your friend group. Whether he accepts or declines, he's happy you considered inviting him. But if he sees someone blatantly trying to make moves on you, then he has to intervene to remind everyone that you're taken.

❣️ When Valentines arrives... ❣️

♡ Honestly, don't expect him to show up in public being head-over-heels with some grand display of affection because he's not Jonathan nor Joseph.

♡ Instead, you'd find him waiting for you to finish your tasks and either tells you ahead of time where they're going to spend the day or asks you where do you want to go.

♡ Either way, you engage in usual banter and conversation, just how you both liked it over the months, and continue to do so even when dining or spending time in said place.

♡ You both don't show much PDA as an average couple would, and you didnt mind it one bit. But there are times where Jotaro wouldn't mind holding your hand in public. He'd slowly reach your hand, hold it, and place your interlocked hands in his pocket. And you find that genuinely endearing.

♡ Depending on his impromptu plans, he'd either bring you out in a quiet area of a park or ask you if you'd like to hang in his place or yours. And when reaching somewhere private, it's only there that you find out he actually bought you a bouquet and a gift containing something you wanted.

♡ With the way he approached you all bashful under his hat throughout the entirety of the day, you're reminded why you fell in love with him despite the awful first impressions.

♡ To end it off, you both finish the day either by cuddling to sleep or having an intimate session before going to sleep.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

I love Egg/chubby Aegon. I feel that it is so attractive. 😭 But hey, this morning at university I came up with a TOTALLY DISTURBING AND GROSS idea. I would love for you to accept this request and write to my tough, horny, BIG DICK Aegon together with a young wife (Helaena lives happily in the country with a man who loves her) redhead and "fragile" high on Dornish herbs begging her husband totally horrified at the idea of ​​sharing a bed with her husband's brother in the face of his lord's infertility. ‼️I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE.

I'm so sorry for my English, it's horrible.

we are the same, chubby Egg is god-tier to me 😫🥵 getting flustered just thinking of him!!

apologies this took me forever to respond to, I appreciate you sending in the request (& your English is fine) 💖 hope you enjoy x

Splendid Husband, Obedient Wife.

PAIRING: chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

WORDS: 3,864.

WARNINGS: mentions of infertility, oral (female) receiving, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing, hint of cheating (?), mentions of alcohol abuse, NSFW.

A/N - gosh I hope you really like this, I got sooo carried away in the fic so apologies it turned out long, but I found my way back!!! idk why but since having a mini hiatus, I feel a little nervous writing, but here we are!! enjoy lovely x

These past few, joyous months had been memorable yet fleeting. Betrothed to the Prince himself, Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, neither of you could've imagined how overly satisfied you would have been with each other upon meeting. Aegon was breath-taken by you the moment he caught you lonesomely wandering through the stony, ancient castle corridors, meeting you hours before the scheduled feast. You were taken aback by your husband to be, having heard viper-quick whispers, his notorious reputation preceding him, initially made you doubtful the union would survive prior to having met the man. Although, Aegon had quashed such vile allegations with much determination.

He was tender when it came matters relating to you, not wishing to cause unnecessary haste and spectacle, he was surprisingly quite grounded. If he could avoid conflict, he would, you both rarely got into arguments since he always listened to your opinions, always probing and advocating for your to speak and voice your concerns or judgements. His persona quite charming and meek with you, exterior wise, he did impose more of an oppposing effect, which also could've explained why you remained so guarded during the initial acquaintance stage. He seemed rather ruggard and rough, his Targaryen blonde hair remained short and unkempt, unlike his younger brothers. The Prince over the years had also developed a larger frame, despite having kept up with regular combat training, his gluttonous appetite to feast and drink was far more impressive, than any other young man in court. If you were being frank, it was actually appealing to you: it made him look brute, convincing you he was a force not to be reckoned with, and it seemed many shared this mutual belief, for no one dared to openly spare with Aegon in the training yard nor during council meetings.

He was rather a splendid husband, and an even more seasoned lover.

He did confess, during his youth and prior to meeting you, he did spend most of his lonely nights in the carnal company of whores and prostitutes. Hearing widespread rumours, even before your betrothal, of the Prince having sired bastards with these unknown women, you'd never come to see of any 'proof' for Aegon did not relish in speaking nor rekindling of such desolate memories.

"I was in a terrible place, my dearest. And I know, that is no valid excuse for how I acted nor carried myself, and yet I somehow ended up so lucky... With you."

He was not proud of such dark endeavours, upon thorough reflection and now being a married man devoted to his wife, Aegon was regretful of his youthful decisions. Although, during such a dark time in his life, he did not think it possible for someone to love him. To genuinely love him, without any political agenda nor catch to the arrangement. And despite, your betrothal being arranged between two highborn houses, undeniably, your love naturally blossomed like a lily in the spring.

However, unsurprisingly, people often spoke quietly, amongst themselves, yet harshly of your union. Always eager to stir the pot, and with time having passed since the exquisite marriage ceremony, the target was you.

"It has been three long months, Aegon, and your wife is still not yet with child." His discerning mother provoked: Alicent conditioned from a young age, believed this to be a serious concern that she'd often expressed amongst you three in private.

Since the viscous rumours began to spread like sprouts of weed amongst the court, Alicent had been even more persistent with her eldest son to conceive an heir with you. And although, the sex with Aegon was far from scarce, you had not yet fallen pregnant, which eventually made you anxious, as to whether your body was capable to breed. The question that poisoned your mind, was whether the culprit of infertility was Aegon, himself, or you…

“And how are we to figure this out, Aegon? For all I know, I may be the rotten spouse, useless in performing her wifely duties. They’ll have you marry another, more vibrant, more fertile lady, as you toss me aside out of sight and mind,” You tensely spat, carefully seating yourself down by the foot of the king-sized bed, your mind anxiously pondering over your dreaded future. You had an awful habit of picking and biting your nails, and Aegon had grown familiar with this, a blatant sign of distress.

Hastily he knelt before you, his large, rough hands gripped over yours, to stop you from picking at yourself, his touch halting your haste train of thought.

“We shall figure this out, my dearest. Trust… I will find a solution. You need not to worry of what others think, nor would I ever think to discard you in such a way. You are mine, as I am yours. I am bound to you till the end of time.”

A faint, half-hearted smile beams against your tender face, as you focus and cup Aegon’s portly, familiar face. To think of the possibility, that you might be the reason hindering Aegon from having children of his own, pains your heart achingly and yet, through the adversity, he remains still unfalteringly by your side. The fears settle for now, as a warm calm washes over your body, tears that had initially swelled in your eyes from sadness, now shed with the relief of joy, as you plant a soft kiss on Aegon’s forehead. You have faith in your husband, as he remains devoted to you. You trust that Aegon’s determined nature, he will find a way to give you a child, whether the Gods deemed it natural or not…

****

“Aegon, dearest, you cannot be serious? I truly hope you realise, what you are asking of me!” You frustratingly shout, as Aegon storms towards you in a haste, his hands gesturing for you to quieten down, as he takes a quick glance towards the main door, before focusing his attention solely on you.

“Y/N, you and I both know this is the only way we could ever really know if either I am the problem or there may be something hindering you from carrying. It’s either this or I sleep with another woman. And I swore even before our marriage, I would never even think to look at another... And besides, if you happen to fall with child, the resemblance would be uncanny! No one would ever know besides us three, and it shall remain that way, right brother?-”

Instinctively, both Aegon and yourself gradually turned to face Aemond, who remained silently and comfortably seated on the opposing end of the room, near the active fireplace. He seemed distracted in his own deep thoughts, as his gaze lingered across the dancing orange flames, the shadows and light perfectly outlining the sharp details and silhouette of his face. Aegon called for him again, managing to snap the younger back to reality facing your direction. A stoic look remained donned across his handsome face, although his eye remained fixated on you.

"Yes. Of course. Not a living should shall hear of such... Treason," Aemond teasingly uttered, a sly smirk appearing on his face, as he playfully fiddled with some sort of stone in his long fingers. His eye turned from Aegon, to you before resuming the direction of the flames once more. He seemed unphased and yet he did not disagree to such an unlawful scheme.

Why that was, you could not say with certainty. Perhaps this could be something he could hold over Aegon's head, which only infuriated you more. Potentially passing his bastard son as Aegon's rightful heir... It was dangerous, although the only viable option. The pressure of the realm, the tiresome burden of the expectations felt all too real these past few weeks, and this option was the only source of relief.

"And what if I do not fall pregnant, then what, Aegon? You would have no use of me, I would mean nothing to you. You have sired bastards before with unknown women, why not yet with me-"

"Don't say that-" One hand immediately stretched out reaching over towards yours that dangled hopelessly by your side, and his other reaching over towards your flustered cheek, his thumb grazing over your soft skin.

His height, although not as tall as his youngest, still towered over your polite frame. The distance now closed, you could examine the heartache struck across his face, as his glistening, lilac eyes lingered over you.

"Don't you ever speak those words again. You mean everything to me. With or without a child, Y/N, I shall love you always. You are mine. Mayhaps I have had a few children, although that was when I was young and futile, perhaps the drinking has rendered me impotent..."

You remain defeated in silence, engraining Aegon's sincere words into the core of your troubled mind, although feel another lingering gaze peering towards you. Hesitantly you turn ever so slightly towards Aemond direction, only to notice he'd been observing you both intently the entire time, his head slightly tilted in your direction, you'd caught him watching from his peripheral vision. You couldn't help but notice a sorrowful hint across his face, the smirk that had once eagerly occupied his lips, now disappeared, remaining pursed, before his eye dropped towards the view of the stony, cold floor.

"Y-You promise you'll stay with me," Your voice softly broke, as you choked against your words. Hot tears began to swell in your eyes, for you felt the guilt of betrayal fester in the pit of your stomach. Aegon would argue that this be a lesson for his past transgressions, and yet he did not disprove nor fight... He accepted what needed to be done.

"I promise, baby. It'll just be like how we always do it, okay?" His hand that cupped your face, now gently gripped your chin, as his thumb traced over your bottom lip. His sweet, upturned smile gleaming on his face, as he stroked away the few tears that managed to stream down.

"You may prepare yourself however you need to brother, I'll get her ready."

****

Aegon stayed true to his word, he mindfully eased you into the act. Wanting to warm your body up for the hopeful conception, undressing you, soothing you into the mindset to fuck.

"Such a good, good girl for me, so obedient."

He breathlessly whispered, in between each passionate kiss. His larger frame hovered atop of yours sprawled against the wide, soft bed. His trousers remained on, however his chest bare, his fleshy tummy pressed against your own, weighing you down as one hand glid gently across the sides of thigh, whilst the other supported your neck, shoving your face deeper into his as you kissed. Aegon being slightly heavier, he often succumbed to his weight, pinning himself down even more against your smaller body, and in this precise moment, you could feel his throbbing cock hardening against your exposed cunt.

"Hmm, Aegon-" You carelessly moan, the heat of your breath leaving a small, fade of moisture against his plump skin, as his lips escape yours.

He begins to leave a soft, wet trail of kisses down your neck line, making his way slowly towards the cleavage of your breasts, causing your body to eagerly shudder against his suckling motion. Hitting your sensitive spot, a small giggle escaped your lips, and moments after, you could feel Aegon's smile appearing against your skin in response.

"That's it baby, be the good girl that I know you are for me-"

As he repositioned his body further down, aligning his face towards the entrance of your now moist cunt, your gaze from the ceiling, as you opened your lustful eyes, down towards Aegon, you momentarily glimpsed as he gestured for his brother to join, tilting towards your direction.

Aemond now stripped naked, his body far more slimmer and lean than his older brother, you easily noticed the trace and outline of his prominent muscles. Although you greatly favoured Aegon's body and layer of fat that molded against his muscles, you could not deny that Aemond was a handsome figure also. It seemed the image of the Targaryens, regardless of shape nor size, were created authentically and yet so perfectly, by the favour of the Gods.

Laying himself cautiously down by your side, as though not to tease the risk of startling you, your unphased focus remained reciprocated towards each other, and yet there was no hesitation on Aemond's part, as his hand reaching over towards your face, as his long fingers gently seeped their way into the strands of your hair.

"Do not fret, Y/N. I am only here to perform my duty to the realm-"

And without a second to spare, Aemond's defined lips plummeted down against yours, where Aegon's once met. You felt that dreadful feeling beginning to entice in the depths of your stomach, an uneasy feeling churning as his tongue managed to peak its way through the gap of your mouth. Although, the sudden, reassuring squeeze of Aegon's hand in yours, as he looked up towards you, a small, warm smile reappearing on his face, your felt yourself beginning to give into the kiss.

"My sweet, sweet girl," Aegon's familiar, deep voice proclaimed, before his face began to comfortably nestle between your inner thighs. His mouth now agape at your entrance, his warm, wet tongue now began to lap at your wet folds, licking up the wetness that began to seep through, shoving himself deeper and deeper as he ate you out.

"Hmm", a low growl escaped your beloved husband's ravenous mouth, as Aegon's hands each snaked around your soft thighs, firmly pulling your legs further and further apart, in an attempt to widen the space to accomodate for his broad frame. Although he also felt the primal urge to widen your entrance more, as he delved his thick tongue deeper into your cunt, burying his face into the sensitive crevice of your wet entrance. He was known for his large appetite and that never stopped with feasts, he was always starving for your sweet, delicate taste.

As Aegon remained occupied below, Aemond found himself beginning to gain confidence and familiarity up top. Remaining by your side, slightly higher above you, his lean arms now snaked around your waist, in a poor and slight attempt to turn your body more towards him, as his lips remained encased against yours. Although, with Aegon's weight below, pinning you down from turning completely, your upper body remained slightly tilted towards him, one of his hands supporting your back from beneath as to not strain you, whilst the other began to firmly massage the swollen cup of your breast.

"A-Aemond-" You pleasantly whisper, uncertain of whether you wished for the moment to cease nor continue, you could not say. Aegon's tongue encircling your clit, whilst Aemond massaged the sweet spots of your tender breast, you lost the power of your own consciousness, helpless against the actions of the Targaryen brothers.

"Say it, Princess. Say my name, just like that-"

"Aemond" You moaned again, obedient to the younger brother's stern words, that he growled against your ear, it naturally sent a thrill of shivers coursing down your spine. Instinctively, a visceral reaction to the electrifying licking of Aegon's tongue between your inner folds, often grazing over your clit, your hips thrust forward, as your back arched, craving for more.

The oozing remnants of your cum that escaped Aegon's eager, ravenous mouth, would drip through the gaps and crevices down your inner thighs. Traces smothering against Aegon's plump cheeks form the jerky movements the sprung between you two.

"Okay brother, she's ready when you are-" And without a minute to spare, as though the brothers miraculously communicated telepathically, they jumped into action. Aegon breathless, stood himself up from the bed, leaving his younger brother to finish his mess. He attended to himself, hastily wiping his mouth clean with his hand, licking your sweet aftertaste from his fingers, as though he'd just devoured a succulent roast, savouring the moment, as he seated himself by the vacant seat near the dim fireplace. Aemond on the other hand, now positioned himself swiftly over you, his tip hovering over your entrance, before easing himself in. You'd closely noticed he was not as thick as his brother, as you easily took his mass between your folds, he did not stretch you out as his eldest brother would, however his cock was long and veiny, able to bury himself deeper into you.

"Are you okay?" He uttered, his eye fleeting over your tender, flustered face. You hadn't realised the precise moment he'd removed the notorious black, leather eye patch, as now a sapphire gem glistened back at you, in replacement of his lost eye.

"Y-Yes, I'm okay."

Slowly, ever so carefully, Aemond began to pace his thrusts, adjusting to your walls naturally clenching around his cock, you were unaware of whether Aemond had previously laid with a woman or not, although he seemed knowledgable enough to know what was required of him and how it needed to be done...

"Fuck-" He lowly moaned, as he shut his eyes instinctively, gradually beginning to fasten his pace. Aegon was often sloppy and slow when it came to fucking you, occasionally when he was close to his climax did he manage to gather some speed, although being a larger man, his endurance was easily exhausted, and he required periods of rest. Otherwise, he much preferred you working for it.

Aemond on the other hand, was eager to gain momentum himself, rather him putting in the effort. His body began to weight itself down against the forces of gravity, shoving and readjusting himself between your legs. Your arms had instinctively wrapped around Aemond's back, clinging to his muscular shoulders, for steadiness. You took his readjusting as a sign to bend them further up, bringing your knees up forward, as many woman had advised you in private councils, this to be an effective method to successfully take a man's seed.

You ashamedly couldn't bring yourself to turn to face Aegon, uncertain if he watched on closely as his younger brother fucked himself inside his own wife, or if he dared not burn the image into his memory. Regardless, it was happening, and if he wanted to he could've stopped it in a heartbeat, although no protest came from his end.

"Ugh, fuck-" Aemond repeatedly uttered, his breathing more shallow and fast, his head now resting against the side of your head, his grip on your hip and the other behind the crook of your sweaty neck tightened naturally. You mustered all the possible strength and will power you could, to not moan in response to Aemond's penetration, your lips pressed and pursed tightly, against the feeling of his cock throbbing intensely from within, occasionally managing to hit your sweet spot. His long, platinum hair had been he'd tied back into a low ponytail, as to keep it away from irritating your face, although your fingers found their way towards the back of his scalp, eagerly tugging at its roots.

"I'm so fucking close-" He panted, before groaning audibly, you were certain Aegon heard... Almost a bashful look struck across his chiseled, sweaty face, as he failed to maintain eye contact with you, turning to look up towards the head of the bed. It made you blush to think that you were causing such a visceral, feral reaction from the younger Prince.

The feeling of his warm load coating your insides, caused a much anticipated exhale of breath to escape your moist mouth, leaving your chest to heave in exhaustion, as your tits jiggled with each breath. Aemond's remained inside for a few minutes, making sure you took all of his seed well enough, he took the moment to compose his breathing too, as his hands stretched out on each side, cowering over you.

"The deed is done, brother-" Aemond breathlessly, uttered, as now he removed himself from within you, standing himself up off the bed, whilst Aegon returned to your side.

Hastily, he grabbed a set of fluffed pillows, from the head of the bed, positioning them just below your hips and bottom, causing your lower body to incline.

"Stay like this baby, it will help let the seed travel through you." He'd also managed to gather a blanket for you, as he covered your naked self, seating himself by your side, as he prepared a wet cloth to wipe over your forehead.

Still slightly breathless, you couldn't help though feel the hot tears begin to swell and fall from your eyes, as you examined what you had assumed was a dejected look on Aegon's face. You felt immensely guilty, and had wished he had not witnessed what he'd witnessed.

"I-I'm so sorry Aegon, how could you ever look at me the same."

His brows furrowed in haste, saddened once more by your words, he edged himself closer towards you, shushing you easily like a babe.

"Don't you ever think that, Y/N. This was my plan, my decision. I need to know if I am truly the problem, and if so what is to be done. This had to happen baby, do not think otherwise... Be thankful, Aemond was a willing candidate, he will not speak a word of this rest assured."

You stifle your cries, as Aegon parallel wipes away your fallen tears, and the strands of mottled hair. Aemond in the meantime, remains quiet and reserved, occupied with redressing himself, perhaps he too, feels ashamed.

"You promise to stop the drinking, no more ale, or wine or beer. And that you'll see the maester for some cure or remedy?" You persist, as you reach to grab Aegon's hand in yours.

"I promise I will," Aegon utters, leaning down towards you as he plants a soft kiss on your warm forehead, exchanging soft smiles with one another.

You turn to face Aemond with a thankful look, although he immediately cowers his gaze towards the floor.

"Perhaps I should leave-" Aemond awkwardly suggests, his focus fleeting from his brother to you, only to return back towards the ground, the faint sounds of his feet shuffling anxiously.

"Aemond-" You stretch out a hand over towards the mattress, and hesitantly Aemond returns the favour, holding your hand in his.

"I, well- We both do genuinely appreciate you for doing this. I understand it's an unimaginable thing to ask of someone, especially the secrecy that is to come with it, but rest assured... If the Gods do bless me with a child, I shall be honoured for you to remain present in the babe's life."

Aemond slowly nods his head in agreement to your words, a shy smile forming over his handsome, young face as your grip of him tightens reassuringly.

"The honour was mine, that you both entrusted me with this responsibility. I would wish for nothing more than that, thank you, Y/N. Although, I trust you both shall make dutiful, happy parents, by the efforts you both have gone to... The babe shall be blessed with a loving family, indeed."

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Tails feels bad. This isn't a new thing. He tends to feel bad for a lot of things that are apparently not his fault a lot, according to Sonic. He thinks it's different this time, he thinks this time he is truly a bad person. Sure, maybe he can't control what he thinks or how he feels, but he still thought it and that has to count for some sort of untoward personality trait.

Sorry, I'm rambling, not getting to the point. He thinks, but he doesn't know who he's apologizing to. As far as Tails knows he's the only one in his head, and if there is someone else in there he'd like them to come out now. He'd also like them to ignore the thought he had about contingency plans to make sure they never talk about anything they heard. He didn't mean it, he's kidding, obviously. Wait he's still not getting to the point. Shit. He'll explain that now instead.

The point is Tails feels bad because Shadow is in his house. Now in all honesty, Shadow isn't really that terrible to be around. The hedgehog is smart, observant, talented, Tails would even go as far as to call him kind, maybe a little rough around the edges, but still kind. Yes, Shadow is a good person, even with his mean exterior.

Tails already knows what you're thinking, okay (hopefully) disembodied voice in his head? He already knows you're thinking, "well if he's such a good guy, why are you mad that he's in your house?" To that, Tails says "have patience", because he is about to tell you. For someone observing his thoughts instead of your own, you sure are pushy.

Anyway, Tails is upset that Shadow is in his house because Sonic invited him, and they have been getting extremely close lately. So close, that sometimes Sonic misses Tails calls because he's hanging out with Shadow, and sometimes he doesn't even call him back. That's never happened before. Why is that happening now?

What if he was in trouble and Sonic didn't pick up the phone? Sure, he has panic buttons, and phrases, and alarms, and Morse code activations, and contingency plans for contingency plans, but you never know what could happen!! Tails could be shot point blank... Okay no he can't because his windows are bulletproof, but you get what he's saying right? What if there was an emergency and Sonic didn't know because he was too busy hanging out with Shadow to notice? Sonic would never forgive himself!

Okay maybe that was a little extreme, let's calm down and try again. Tails thinks in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Sonic.

He is upset, because he is being ignored. Or at least he thinks he is? Because Sonic still spends time with him, and still picks up the phone more often than not, but that could change. It could change in the blink of an eye. Sonic is so fast and so fickle. If he wanted to, he could leave Tails in the dust before he could even realize Sonic was leaving. Tails has faith Sonic wouldn't just do that though, he's always been thoughtful enough to at least let Tails know when he's leaving, because Sonic is nice like that. Always has been.

Apparently, he's not sweet enough to ask Tails' permission before bringing Shadow over though. Sonic the hedgehog is as close as it gets to perfection, but he's still with his faults. Really super annoying faults that lead to Tails hiding away in his own house.

He figures the two wouldn't really want him there anyways. Between Shadow's innate response of getting overwhelmed when there's more than three things going on–which Tails can relate to–and Sonic's innate need to get under Shadows skin by flirting with him, there is no place for Tails to be in that living room.

Also he's side barring for a second to tell you that he discovered Sonic was flirting with Shadow only a couple weeks ago, because Amy explained it to him. He just thought Sonic liked teasing Shadow more because it ends in a fight every time, but according to Amy, Sonic is only fighting him because that's his way of being close to Shadow. That checks out honestly, Shadow growls if their gloves accidentally touch if they're standing beside each other. Sonic is just a freak who likes to fight, Tails would know.

Anyway, he got off track. He meant to talk about how he's hiding in his workshop, pretending to be busy, and using random power tools so he can't hear Sonic laughing in the living room. He feels a little like a coward, but that's not a new feeling, he's felt like a coward his entire life why stop now? Sorry, off track again. Listen and focus this time okay? What he's saying is he's hiding in his workshop because Sonic invited Shadow over, and Shadow is cool, but seeing them together makes him sick to his stomach. Plus Sonic is kind of a jerk for inviting him over without asking first, not that Sonic asks for permission for basically anything, but a little warning would have still been nice.

Now he's looping his point back to the beginning to bring this back to what he was talking about in the first place. Tails is a bad person, because Sonic is happy, like really happy, and he hates it. He doesn't think he's ever seen his older brother this happy, and that pisses him off, but also makes him sad. He knows he's not enough for Sonic, not enough for anybody, but it's easy to know and harder to observe. It's like the difference between knowing Eggman uses flickies to power his machines, and actually seeing the hurt flickies run out of them. That metaphor might be a little dark for what he's talking about, but it's accurate.

He's gonna start crying if he keeps thinking about this, time to switch topics. His eyes are already watering. Shit. Disembodied voice in his head can you give us a new topic...?... He didn't think so. He's starting to think you're not even there, maybe you left two rants ago and now he's been alone in his mind for the past however long. That might be for the best. It's embarrassing to think of anybody hearing this. Yikes.

What was he thinking about again? Oh right, the fact that Sonic may leave him behind for Shadow one day. He wouldn't even be mad either! If Shadow makes Sonic happier than he does then he should leave, even if the thought makes Tails want to keel over and die it's fine!

Oh, that's not a bad idea actually. What if Tails does die or maybe not die, but like.. magically disappear? Yes, that would be good. That way Sonic wouldn't even have to think about Tails being sad or upset, and he could go frolicking into the sunset with Shadow. That would be great, because taking burdens off of Sonic has always been Tails' job, even if the burden is himself. One must learn when to take a step back after all.

He's gonna cry again. Distraction time. Maybe he can sneak past them and get a snack if he's really quiet. Hopefully. Maybe... Eh, it's worth a shot. Come on disembodied voice, let's make our way through the living room to the kitchen. Hopefully you don't mind arguing do you? Well, too bad.

It's not a big gap from room to room, small hallways connect everything, by design. More walls and more spaces means more hiding spots. He thinks it's smart, and not super paranoid like Sonic says. Sonic is an idiot with a problem communicating, he shouldn't listen to him anyway.

Sorry he didn't mean that. Sonic isn't an idiot, and he's working on communicating better. Tails is just a little mad because he can see Sonic all up and personal in Shadow's space, and Shadow looks red faced like he swallowed a lemon. Oh brother, yuck. He hopes they don't kiss on his couch, he'll have to buy a new one.

Unfortunately, Tails isn't lucky enough for the flames in Shadow's eyes to distract Sonic. He notices as soon as Tails steps foot on the carpet, like he always does. His smile fades from that snarky smirk-ish grin he has to something much more fond. For a moment, Tails forgets all about what he was worried about, and all he feels is excited to see his brother. They've been there for each other through thick and thin, what was he even worried about anyway?

... He just put his arm around Shadow while still smiling at him. Nevermind. Fantasy over. This is the real world. It's best not to forget when you're being replaced when you're right in front of your replacement. Forget the snack, Tails is gonna be sick.

"Hey bud, you done working yet?"

Tails has half a mind to turn right back around, go into his workshop, lock the door, and never come out again. They can have the house, and kiss on the couch if they want to, because Tails is never leaving the safety of his inventions. Ever.

He must be pulling a face, because Sonic raises an eyebrow and jumps over the back of the couch to get to him. Shadow's head is used as leverage, completely messing up his almost neurotically groomed quills, like seriously there wasn't a single one out of place before that, and he grumbles something angry and slightly menacing. Is it mean that Tails wants to laugh at that? Probably. He doesn't care though.

"Alright," Sonic says. "Doesn't matter if you're done or not. Break time."

Tails' face flushes, he hates being treated like a kid, especially in front of someone Sonic likes better. It takes everything in him not to stop his foot on the ground like a petulant child, it takes even more just to stay silent and roll his eyes. He figures that's the adult thing to do here. Doing the less fun and more annoying option tends to be the right option when you wanna be the bigger person. It sucks, to say the least. He already misses petty revenge.

He lets Sonic lead him to the couch to sit between him and Shadow. Eugh. Kill him now. He couldn't have at least granted Tails the end seat, huh? Sure, he usually prefers to sit in the middle of his friends, but this is different. This is scary and new and he doesn't like it. Distantly, Tails hopes the disembodied voice decided to take a hike many minutes ago. He doesn't want to be observing his own thoughts right now, let alone anyone else observing them.

"Here, we're playing a game right now. That geography one that you showed me and Knuckles. What's it called, geotheory or something?"

"It's Geo-guesser." Tails sighs, but still smiles. He's amazing at this game. He and Sonic have traveled the world multiple times, if he was bad at it he wouldn't be able to call himself a genius. "Has Shadow played yet?"

"Nope, we were about to start the round. Impeccable timing as usual, little bro."

Tails will NOT acknowledge the little flutter his heart gives. He feels warm and loved and his worries vanish with just a sentence. Sonic always knows what to say. One day, Tails will also know what to say all the time. He is a genius, but he can admit he still has stuff to learn, the world is soaked in knowledge.

And while you're here, Tails will learn you a little something as well. Hanging out with both Sonic and Shadow at the same time... Honestly isn't that bad? He would even go as far to say it was kind of nice. All three of them have a competitive streak, all three of them are well traveled, and all three of them are good at trash talk, the most important skill to have. Tails also finds joy in telling Shadow embarrassing stories about Sonic every time they switch destinations.

Central City? Hey Sonic, do you remember the time you ran into that crazy fan and you ended up getting roped into proof reading their fanfiction? Sand ruins? Remember getting trapped in that cave and being too stubborn to let me get you out? Westopolis? Remember that circus you accidentally joined?

Tails has known Sonic forever. If there was something embarrassing, Tails was almost guaranteed to have seen it. Shadow has barely heard 1% of the stories Tails can tell about Sonic by the end of the night, and the fox finds himself wanting to tell him more. It's amazing what a few hours and a stupid game of Geo-guesser can do for a friendship.

One night does not fix everything of course, and by the next morning Tails is insecure all over again. He feels even more stupid about it now, because Shadow is funny, and cool, and cocky, and a lot of things Tails isn't. Of course Sonic should leave him behind. That's what's supposed to happen. You are supposed to move to better things, and sometimes the better thing in question is a tall, dark, and brooding hedgehog. Tails will handle it well, because that's his job, to make things easier on his friends. He says friends, plural, because Shadow is his friend now, which means he has two people to make happy. He feels sick again. It's crushing. So crushing he doesn't want to get out of bed.

He would say he hopes Sonic doesn't come in and ask him what's wrong, but he'd be lying. He wants Sonic to ask what's wrong really bad, which brings him back yesterday's thoughts, the ones about him being a bad person. Tails thinks it makes him a pretty bad person to want Sonic to ask what's wrong just so he can lie to him, he refuses to tell him the truth, it's something much too raw and sensitive to say. He can bottle it all up, put it in the corner of his mind, lock it up in a tightly sealed box, and one day he will die with it kept safe, never having been opened. For now though, he just pushes his blankets over his head and tries to go back to sleep.

Sonic doesn't come check on him, doesn't come ask him what's wrong, because he is with Shadow. Tails thinks he should probably just excuse himself from Sonic's life instead of waiting for Sonic to do it himself. The hedgehog is many things, but vulnerable is not one of them. Can you imagine telling your own little brother that you prefer your new... Boyfriend? Person of interest? Rival-turned-partner? That there's not a space for him anymore and it's best for him to leave? That's an incredibly emotional and vulnerable conversation to have, Sonic would avoid it like the plague. Besides, Tails has to take initiative on a lot of adult things like bills and tax write-offs. Adding one more thing couldn't hurt.

Yes, he will make a plan, and then enact it, just like always. Simple. It's just a lot of planning ahead. It's asking questions like, does Sonic want a house? The only reason he even has one now is because Tails has so many live-in labs that double as houses during downtime, without those he'd still be sleeping in burrows in the woods. Well... It's good to mention that he also still does that, despite not needing to anymore. Damn. Questions... Questions..

Tails practically jumps on him when he gets back from wherever he was. His quills are messy, probably windswept, and he has the biggest grin on his face Tails has ever seen. It's dopey, and so lovesick Tails could gag, but he ignores it completely. No time for small talk when there's plans to make.

"Uh oh, I know that face." What face? "What's in danger now?"

"Nothing's in danger, I just have a question."

"Nothing? C'mon buddy, we've known each other like a billion years. You think I don't know your 'I'm making backup plans for backup plans for backup plans' face?"

Tails makes an affronted noise, wrinkling his muzzle. "I do not have a 'backup plans for backup plans for backup plans' face!

"Yeah you do! It looks like this." Sonic puts his hand over his mouth, furrows his eyebrows, pushes his ears back, hunches over, and purposely twitches his right eye every few seconds.

"I don't do that." Tails lies.

Sonic raises an eyebrow, but let's the matter drop, he knows a losing battle when he sees one. Instead of arguing he drops onto the couch, not minding any of the little holes his quills make in the cushion. Tails minds though, Tails minds a lot actually, but he also knows a losing battle when he sees one.

If Tails was a lesser fox he would force his brother to start wearing cotton balls on his quills, partially to save his furniture, partially because his face would be hilarious. He'd send a picture to Amy for scrapbooking. Too bad he's doing the whole being the bigger person thing. How lame.

"Oh. You had a question." Sonic says, turning to look at Tails. He looks tired all of a sudden. Tails wants to throw up again.

"Yeah. If I was like never around, or we never became friends or something. Do you think you would've still gotten a place to stay, or would you live in caves for the rest of your life?" Tails tries to keep it lighthearted, even if his heart feels like it's been lit on fire.

Sonic turns fully towards him, tiredness gone and concern coating his face like glue. Can he side bar again? This time back to his original thought, does it make him a bad person if he were to prefer Sonic tired rather than concerned for him? Tails is just full of terrible thoughts isn't he? Sure is great that no one can hear his thoughts but him... Because that is the rational thing to believe... Obviously... Sorry, this isn't about him right now.

"Woah, that's kinda a crazy question kiddo." Sonic frowns, his green eyes searching Tails face for something the fox isn't privy to. "First of all, there is no way we would ever not be friends, let's make that clear. Second of all, are you kicking me out?" He snorts, a little incredulously. "I mean if you need your space I get it, little buddy, but please-"

"No!" Tails cuts him off because that's not what he's doing. He would never ever ever ever in a million years kick Sonic out, unless it was a prank, otherwise Tails would always leave first. Sonic deserves nice things, he would never take them away. What kind of brother would do that? "Of course not, I would never! I-"

"Okay, then what's the actual problem? Seriously Tails, I'm here for you."

Where's the Sonic who can't handle emotional conversations when you need him? Tails can already feel his throat closing up and his eyes water. He hates crying. Makes him feel like a dumb baby, and he hasn't been a dumb baby in years.

Sonic just looks so sincere that he can't help it. He can't even unclog his throat to choke out a lie. He can barely choke out the tears. His whole body is rigid, tense, he's never felt quite like this before. Like there's ten thousand pounds of weight on him, and crying will make it all crumble, like he just can't cry or something bad will happen. God, what is wrong with him? Can't even cry right.

Sonic softens. "Oh buddy..." He murmurs, standing up to pull Tails into a hug.

Tails flinches back. He's never done that before, or at least not since he was like four and he's twelve now. Why would he do that? Why...

Sonic's quills fold down, and he puts his hands up, showing Tails he has no weapons, like he is surrendering. The action is familiar in a fuzzy nostalgic way, like he can't actually remember a time when Sonic made this exact action, but he remembers how it made him feel. It's too much. It's been too much. Everything is too much.

Tails breaks down in tears, his shoulders loosen, and he slumps with his head softly placed on Sonic's shoulder. He's just barely shorter than him, and he's sure he'd be taller than him now if it wasn't for malnutrition in his childhood.

Sonic slowly wraps his arms around him, gentle and not squeezing, just like he used to do. Back when Tails was still partially Miles, when he couldn't deal with tight hugs because he was afraid of being trapped. It just makes the fox cry harder.

"Please..." He sobs. "Please don't leave." He feels so selfish. Who is he to stop Sonic from leaving if he wants to? "I can do better. I can be better. I miss you so much."

Tails knows he must sound like a lunatic. He knows it. Because he does miss Sonic, more than words can explain, but he's right here. He's crying for a person who is right in front of him. He's begging him to stay when he hasn't even left yet. Is this manipulation? He's not sure, but it feels like it. He needs to let him go.

Tails suddenly pulls away, ripping himself out of his brother's grasp. "Sorry sorry sorry sorry!" He repeats, at least knowing who he's apologizing to this time. "Sorry. I'm okay, I'm alright."

He tries to muster a smile while wiping away his tears, but Sonic's face makes it drop into more of grimace. Sonic just looks so lost, like he doesn't know what to do, but Sonic always knows what to do. This must be Tails' fault then. Unpredictable emotions getting the better of the hedgehog makes sense, but it looks like so much more than that. Sonic looks like Tails just grew a second head, like he doesn't know what or who he's looking at. He honestly looks kinda... Scared?

Tails bites his lip and swallows, refusing to cry again. He just hopes he doesn't look like a coward when he runs back to his workshop. He hopes it looks like a tactical retreat instead of fleeing with his tail between his legs. He hopes Sonic isn't too mad at him as he makes another selfish decision.

He'll try not to dwell, he has a plan to make, and he needs to focus.

He does dwell btw, bc this entire fic was me projecting onto him. How much can you project before it becomes trauma dumping? I think I am toeing the line with this one. I even gave him my cripplingly paranoid thought process. I couldn't help myself

In my last fic, I mentioned trying to go for this like long winded rambling inner monologue thing. I think I did it way better here than there, but go read that one anyway as well lol, it's much sweeter

NOT sontails, icky icky ship imo

This will be posted on ao3 later, I mean it this time !!

Maybe I'll write a happy ending follow up. Maybe I won't. Don't count on it any time soon.

There's a cut screen from this where Tails tell Sonic he needs to brush his quills bc they got messed up from the wind. He goes along with it knowing damn well him and Shadow were getting nasty and that's why his quills are messy. Smh.

Also, my bsf did in fact leave me for her maaan and I just haven't been coping well so. At least y'all got something out of it lol

Barely proof red, as usual. Feel free to hop into my askbox !! I have something more happy and light hearted in the works as well I promise !!

[secondarysefikura]

Recently I've been thinking about how weird it would be for the party to get to know Cloud. Especially for someone like Barret who, minus Tifa of course, has known Cloud the longest out of everyone else in the party.

Cloud is a weird guy: a fact which is both understandable and expected to the player considering we know the context of Cloud's entire life. Tifa also has the benefit of being at least somewhat familiar with Cloud, at least so that a lot of his more alarming behavior can be ignored or balanced out (if that's even possible when Cloud's "alarming behaviour" tends to involve murder.)

But when it comes to Barret, all he knows about Cloud at first is that 1. He worked for the company that Barret is actively fighting against, 2. he's Tifa's friend, and that

3. He's kinda a massive asshole.

Of course as time goes on Cloud softens up and his better qualities start to shine through his very rough exterior. And as he begins to soften some, he's able to improve his relationship with Barret and the rest of the party. He's no longer just an asshole ex-SOLDIER who doesn't seem to care about anyone or anything, but rather a flawed yet caring guy whose strange personality can be explained away by the stress of having to deal with his freshly resurrected serial killer ex who doesn't seem to get that they are no longer dating (and, in fact, never were dating to begin with.)

But then just as Barret is probably starting to feel like he has a good idea as to what Cloud's deal is, the man just starts killing people. And again, as players we know that Cloud is being manipulated and controlled by Sephiroth, but neither Barret nor the rest of the party know this. As far as Barret is concerned, his initial assumptions about Cloud are right and he just is a serial killer.

Which is probably why in rebirth it's really only Tifa who ever seems to actually try to get Cloud to stop killing people. She knows that deep down, Cloud is a very caring person who does actually value human life and can therefore be reasoned with. Yet to everyone else, Cloud is just like that and there is nothing they can do to fix him. So why should they risk their lives by trying to reason with someone who was probably always like that? I mean, he was probably always like this, so there's really nothing they can do, right?

Does that make sense? Yes? No? Maybe so?

[peaterookie]

Found this cool drawing i made, possibly a concept of demon lupin before i made his actual design.

orrr it could just be a cool outfit i wanted to draw on him. either way it made me want to also share my other concepts of dem lup and ang goe and explain my design

i knew the first one wasnt gonna be final obvs because i was kinda thinking on dem lup's initial role. when i landed on him being kinda the prince of the underworld and deciding he aint for that i wanted to show through his outfit that he's carefree and chill but also has a rich kid vibe lol

seeing the lupin's canon design already sorta shows it I didn't really change much of it in the end. the punkish? outfit above was just too extra for him imo

before i wanna show the design i landed on I also wanna mention this drawing since this was the drawing that started the au in the first place. i casually drew this in class along with angel goemon, and lupin was the only one that ended up getting redrawn on digital.

ok there we go

this was very rough and rushed since I didn't really think this au was really gonna be serious and stuff (still isn't but im sorta invested in developing it in my head now)

one thing youll notice is that lupin's horns are red for most of these drawings and also much longer. while this is fine i decided to change it to stubby white horns later on for a more symbolic reason.

Lupin's personality is this au is leaning more on cagli lupin with some roughness to it. he's deep down a kindhearted character. bros totally fucking chill he's really not evil at all. but given how he's raised in a pretty fucked up and evil place he still behaves a bit like a rat

to show that behind that scary and evil exterior, his horns are white to show his purity and kindness. they're also stubby to show his lack of aggression

demon's horns in this au also show their inherent mental and physical health in a way. if they're long and sharp they are healthy, if it's the opposite they're probably not doing so well. I'll let you guys figure out what this could mean for lupin.

let's move onnn tooo goemonn

the main reason why that first reference above was not kept was because of how bad the outfit for goemon was, i was honestly embarrassed at myself even then for not figuring out something better and i really struggled to make the colors work LMAO

eventually as i developed his personality and beliefs, the more this got easier for me and i finally arrived at the design you see now.

i think you can tell at this point that i really really love using colors to convey symbolism throughout my designs.

for this au it is primarily white and black. white represents what you typically think of the angel, a purehearted being. and black is the impure and demonic color, it represents the ugly side of things. even then black does not represent evil or should be interpretted as a sign that the character is bad.

this is especially with goemon. the outfit you see above is the one he adorns after he has accepted his demon half.

before this his outfit would have been completely white, to show the repression of the trait that he felt hatred and disgust towards because he has been taught that it was dirty and ugly. lupin would end up helping him realize that it is not the case and he should accept the way he is.

but yeah anyways this design is way better lmao. also note that i also changed his wings to be half-bird half-bat, so this means he would not be able to fly during the beginning because he wants to conceal his demon side. it is not only ruining him mentally but also physically.

anyways, since ive explained lupin's personality i should also explain what I've changed for goemon too. i think it's best to say that its a combination of anime and manga goe, since he is a bit more serious, stubborn, and misguided, but still has the gentle and graceful mannerisms of manga goe. he's also a bit sassier too, he counters and compliments lupin's carefreeness

anyways this is like totally not organized at all lol, I just wanted to ramble on about these designs since I've put a lotta thought into it and wanted to share it given the nice feedback i got on the reference post. (if you haven't seen it, check it out!)

since my job is done now, I'll see you guys later. bye!

[deadbydangit]

Can you do one of The Doctor, The Clown and The Knight comforting you through an anxiety attack? Been struggling with PTSD a lot lately

I'm so sorry to hear that. I've been going through some lately as well. I hope this helps. Please enjoy.

Comforting a Reader who is having a panic attack: Clown, Doctor, Knight

Clown

At first he'll be a little annoyed.

"What are you belly aching about?"

"What? You aren't dying.*

He doesn't really understand the concept of a panic attack.

The whole concept of mental health is something that's foreign to him.

The way he grew up it was something that was never discussed.

Even though it was something that really should have been.

So you'll have to explain what is happening and why.

He'll still be a little confused, but he'll listen.

He isn't too great at calming people down.

He's the one who spreads the fear, not lessens it.

But, Kenneth is a clown!

Sort of.

Well, not a good one, but he tries.

And laughter is the best medicine, right?

So, he'll pull out his bag of tricks to make you laugh.

He isn't funny.

His balloon animals suck.

And all of his magic tricks involved severed fingers.

Not exactly great things for calming down a panic attack.

You'll have to teach him the things that work for you.

Because despite his rough exterior, he really hates seeing you like that.

And, not being able to do anything for you, it hurts him even more.

So, give the guy a break. He's really trying his best.

And it's only something he would do for you.

Doctor

Herman is very observant.

He knows instantly when you're acting differently.

He may be a quack, but he's a brilliant man.

Not only does he know a lot about the human body, he knows a lot about the human mind.

So, yes, he knows exactly what's going on.

He'll rattle off the exact scientific and psychological reason for a panic attack.

While you're in the middle of one.

That isn't helping.

But he's not too great at caring for others.

Sure, he might know some techniques to help with a panic attack.

But he's never helped someone through their panic attacks before.

He's another one you'll have to sit down and explain how to help.

However, as stated before, Herman is a smart man.

He learns things quickly.

Everything you tell him he'll take down detailed notes.

He wants to know what makes you tick. What makes you anxious.

All of this so he knows what to avoid in the future. And what to do if this should arise again.

He'll set up an entire room full of comfort objects for you while you're having a panic attack.

And he'll be there the entire time.

If you want him gone, he'll respect that.

But he does have hidden cameras in that room to monitor you.

It's for your safety. Nothing weird about it.

He's usually in the business of harming others.

Only for you will he be caring.

Knight

Out of all three, Tarhos ia arguably the worst.

That isn't to say that he doesn't love you.

He truly does.

He too has dealt with immense trauma.

However, he's dealt with it differently.

So he doesn't understand why you're panicking over something.

At first, he might even tell you to knock it off.

"Why are you acting like a pathetic child?"

It's going to take several other people to knock some sense into him.

He doesn't really understand that not everyone deals with things like he does.

With swords and violence.

Some people prefer to talk about their feelings.

Tarhos is not one of them.

However, only for you, he'd be willing to learn.

He's also really bad about comforting others.

If you're feeling really bad, he might pat your head.

Maybe even give you a small hug.

But that's probably all you're going to get for now.

He is, however, very good at listening.

Occasionally, he'll give decent advice.

It really depends on the subject.

"So there is a person causing your anguish? I see. I will help you get rid of the nuisance. They will no longer cause you issues."

Most of the time, the solutions to his problems include violence.

It's going to take him some time to warm up to the whole affection and comforting thing.

But, he wouldn't do it for anyone else. Only you, because you mean that much to him.

[beruxyz]

"𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

- xɪᴀɴʏᴜɴ x ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɢɴ)

- ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ : 1 , 2 (ʜᴇʀᴇ)

- "ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴍᴇ."

- ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ : ʏᴇs

- ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴɢsᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ɴᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, xɪᴀɴʏᴜɴ-ᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄ

- ᴜsᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴍx. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʀ. ᴏʀ ᴍs.

As the commotion that the adeptus created finally subsided, Xianyun was back in her little house along with Shuyu in Liyue. Shuyu and the Adeptus sitting on the couch, The little girl swaying her feet while the Adeptus was in a trance. Wondering if she really had just done what she did to her own child, her own child, She can't believe her first action towards her child would be to.. to slap them.

After minutes of quiet and frankly, tense silence, Shuyu supposed she should break the uncomfortableness of everything. "Ms. Xianyun.. Umm, Can i ask a question?" The child spoke as she finally looked at her very obviously gloomy mentor and guardian, Her quiet voice breaking the awkward and tense silence that fell between the two of them from the moment they stepped inside the small house.

"Of course, Shuyu.. Just as long as it's not about what happened today." The adeptus quietly replied to the little girl, Lowering her head as she continued to think about what she had done. It was obvious that the Adeptus's action broke her, Despite her rough and well-rounded exterior.

"Oh." Shuyu just replied before going back to swaying her feet up and down. Cloud Retainer was a bit confused as to why her disciple just remained quiet. The adeptus finally rising her head. "Well.. Are you not going to be asking One a question?" The adeptus asked the little girl, Turning to look at the small child sitting next to her.

"But.. Ms. Xianyun, You said not to ask anything about what happened today." Shuyu answered stoicly as she blankly looked at the adeptus. Cloud Retainer was a bit bewildered by that sudden statement that she even let out a small huff of amusement.

"Hmm.. alright, huff One believes to at least answer One's disciple's questions.. And, One does have some explaining to do." Xianyun spoke with hesitance. Perhaps it was the vulnerability she was finally showing that made Shuyu realized that 'No. Whoever she saw hours ago was never her mentor, It could never.' That is what she hopes for atleast.. After all, 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙.

"Ms. Xianyun, Why did you slap Mx. Y/N?" Shuyu spoke up, Finally asking the question that Xianyun had dreaded to hear, Sucking in a breath through gritted teeth. Even when she knew from the very start of this conversation that her disciple would ask that question, It was quite literally plastered on to the little girl's forehead.

"Mm.. Even One didn't know why one had done so. Perhaps it was.. One's attempt to run from the past that has haunted her to this day." The adeptus spoke solemnly, Revealing an inch of her intentions to the little girl. "Mx. Y/N is a kind young person, Don't mistake it Shuyu. What One have done should never corrupt your view of the Fontanian traveler." Xianyun spoke sternly and motherly towards Shuyu who just nodded.

"Ms. Xianyun, What provoked you to slap them?" Shuyu asked suddenly, The child's bluntness showing once more as Xianyun this time was more than surprised.

What exactly did provoke her to slap them..? Surely it was not some fight or flight instinct, She herself was an adepti! Why would she be terrified of her own child. but.. that also means her child is half adeptus, Capabilities stronger than those of normal, average people. They do have her blood after all but that does not explain it in the slightest. Was she...

𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 that 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 might 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.. 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵?

"Umm.. Ms. Xianyun? You don't have to answer that question, I might have.. misspoken." Shuyu spoke nervously as she noticed her mentor just got stuck within her thoughts once more. "Ah, No. Do not worry. One was merely concentrating about your question." Xianyun spoke, Her trance-like state being cut short as she looked once more at the little girl beside her.

"How about we cut this questioning for the time being, Hm?" The adeptus hummed in a question-like manner, Standing up from the couch as she began to go to the kitchen on their small home. "Oh.. alright then." Shuyu mumbled as the little girl watched the Adeptus prepare their dinner.

Minutes and hours had passed since that conversation, Shuyu had long since went to bed but the adeptus was still awake; wide awake in fact, in the dead of night. A growing pit of confusion and void growing inside Xianyun's heart, She didn't know what was causing such things.. The adeptus let a heavy sigh escape her, Looking up from her windowsill and staring at the full moon that glowed brightly against the dark void of the canvas like sky.

Long enough and soon the news of her slapping a foreigner would reach the ears of her other disciples and fellow adepti, None could really contend against the whispering walls of Liyue.

Even Mr. Zhongli should have known by now, At least that's what she remembered from their conversation. The name of such archon.. In her eyes, names were more often than not useless, Holding no true weight and worth aside from titles. 'God of Contracts', 'The God of War', She could very much name off every title Morax had. Why bother remembering names..

Why does she bother remembering their name..

"Y/N Howavokiz.."

"I can't believe you have my blood."

This took SO long (I dont have an excuse i was just LAZY) i apologize :( This is also so short so i apologize

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘩-𝘣𝘺𝘦

(And yes im fully coming back this time!)

[obetrolncocktails]

Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 7

Warnings: angst, sexual tension, lying, cheating, fluff, use of alcohol, drugs. IT'S JAKE'S TIME TO SHINE.

Word Count: 4,459

Summary: Ignition is beginning to take a sharp turn, and Y/n's stuck in the middle of a terribly difficult situation.

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“What?” You asked Danny, who kept looking at you with too much enthusiasm. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” You took a bite of your chocolate croissant, leaning over the table to get as few crumbs on your clothing as possible. 

“No reason,” he evaded the question, taking a swig of his cold brew. He licked his pointer finger and reached forward to press it to the croissant crumb that landed on your– well, Danny’s ribbed black t-shirt. You watched as he stuck it to his tongue. 

“No, something’s up,” you argued. “What is it?” You asked brightly, grinning. 

“Well, since you’re so cute, I think I’ll tell you,” he said finally, resting his elbows on the cafe table in front of him. “My friend, Madie, from high school is getting married next month, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me,” He looked up at you with a gentle sparkle in his eyes. “She would love you, you know. Plus, it’s back home in Frankenmuth. Also thought it would be cool to show you around. With it getting colder, it’s really beautiful this time of year.” You couldn’t stop smiling. You loved how he continued to throw in more reasons to appeal to you.

“I’d love to go!” You said excitedly. “Now I can see what all the hype is about. Maybe I’ll force you to go to Bronners for like what, the hundredth time?” 

Danny eyed you with amusement. “Probably thousandth.” he grinned, reaching for your hands. “But I’d walk through the store as many times as you like as long as I get to see that smile.” 

“You’re such a goob,” you told him with a wide smile. 

“You just caught me in a mushy moment, that’s all.” He smirked, standing up from his seat, reaching for the pastry wrappers on the table. “Gotta shed the rough and tumble exterior every now and then.”

“Liar. You’re so soft, Wagner.” You moved in to hug him from the side as he moved to toss away the garbage. “You’re the softest, sweetest biker I know.” You loved the way he looked down at you, his lips curling upward while his cheeks pinkened gently.

“Only for you,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you on the top of your head. He’d driven the motorcycle today, surprising you at your front door with a helmet of your own, being sure to throw in a practical joke by placing a “passenger princess” sticker on the back of it. 

“Where next?” You asked, pulling the helmet over your head. 

“How much do you love Fall?” He asked, tugging his own helmet over his head, straightening it. 

“You know I love it. I literally just changed all of the decor at home and made you facetime me while doing it.” You watched the wrinkles form at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. 

“How about caramel apples, apple picking, apple cider donuts…?” He asked. “And pumpkin patches.” 

“What are you planning?” You asked him, poking his belly several times with the brightest smile on your face. He pulled you in, tilting his head down to look at you.

“How about a Fall festival?”

“What? It’s already time?” You said excitedly. “I’ve never been!” 

“Wanna go?” 

“Is that even a question? Get on the bike!” Danny chuckled softly before snapping the visor of his helmet down, obscuring his eyes. 

You watched as he stepped over the bike, straddling it. “Jump on, honeybee.” You wouldn’t admit it to him, but you adored the names he called you. 

Weeks ago, you’d noticed that a colony of bees had begun to nest under Danny’s front porch. It turned out that you knew far more about honeybees than you ever thought you did, and while you explained their habits and lifecycle to him, he stood leaning against his house grinning at you while beekeepers removed the bees and the biggest parts of the hive. “You’re my little honey bee,” he had said after a while, pulling you in for a soft kiss. He made you feel radiant; like no matter the weather, he’d be the sun on your skin, keeping you smiling every day. 

You hugged him close, feeling protected wrapped around him as he drove. The ride took a while, but you didn’t mind, busying yourself as you stared up at the passing trees, noticing how their colors have begun to change over the last two weeks. After a while, you felt his gloved fingertips interlacing with yours as you rested your head against his back.

Two weeks Later

“I probably won’t see you tonight,” Danny explained. “Dave’s show won’t be over until probably one, and then he asked me to help tear down.” You watched as he plucked his hoodie off of your couch, pulling over his head. “You sure you don’t wanna come?” He asked, grabbing his keys. 

You shook your head, taking a step toward him. “I just feel like being home tonight, baby.” You tilted your head up to him, waiting for him to kiss you. “Will you come here after you finish?” He leaned downward and kissed your lips softly before responding. 

“It might be really early in the morning,” he explained. “I know you have work.”

“I don’t care,” you shrugged, reaching for his hand. “Kiss me again. That first one was so good.” You watched the smile that you loved so much grow wider across his face. 

He leaned back down and kissed you several times, humming into every kiss, and just when he pulled away, you tugged him back down by the strings of his hoodie and stole one last hot kiss. “I’ll miss you.” 

“Don’t worry, Bee,” he said softly. “Keep the bed warm for me, ‘kay? I’ll be back before you know it.” You watched him leave, his corvette roaring down the street as he drove. 

You spent most of the evening lazing about on the sofa, letting your mind wander, but after a while, you realized that there was no hope when it came to combating boredom. You’d considered reaching out to friends, and while you knew you’d have fun, you felt a bolt of nervousness move through your body as you thought about Jake. You and him hadn’t spent time together in a long time, and, considering the conversation that you had with him at rehearsal, you figured you’d make things a bit easier by reaching out to him. 

Pulling out your phone, you selected his contact and pressed ‘call.’ You listened to the dial tone ring several times before he answered. 

“Hey Y/n,” he answered, his tone particularly bright and eager. 

“Hey. What are you up to?” You asked him, moving past awkward small talk. You listened as you heard the background noises of him moving around. 

“I’m at home debating if I want to drink or smoke myself into oblivion, if I’m being honest. It’s been a long ass day. What about you?” He asked. “Did you work today?”

You shook your head though he couldn’t see you. “No, but I work tomorrow. I’ve just been sitting around the house. Danny went to Dave’s show tonight, but I just didn’t feel like going out. I was wondering if you wanted to come over,” you finally said, feeling nervousness well in your gut. 

“You sure he’d be okay with that?” Jake asked carefully. 

“Yeah…we’re friends, right?” You asked slowly.

“Yeah–yeah we are,” Jake answered just as hesitantly. His tone sounded strange to you, but you dismissed it. 

 “Do you have prerolls?” You asked him. “It’s been forever since we’ve smoked, and honestly I could use it.”

“Is that even a question?” He asked with a soft chuckle. “I’ll be over in half an hour.” 

It was a relieving feeling to break at the walls that had grown between you and Jake. There was still so much tension between the two of you, but at the same time, you knew that he missed you just as much as you missed him, and you hoped that tonight would ease some of those uneasy feelings. 

Jake was late, of course, appearing at your door almost an hour later with a grocery bag in hand, a dark flannel shirt layered on top of a simple white t-shirt. “Howdy,” he said as he stepped into your house, holding a grocery bag. “I had a craving so I stopped at the store.” You watched as he pulled out two colorful, flat boxes out of the bag. “You remember these?” He asked. 

Your smile grew wide as you realized what they were. He’d picked up the pillsbury halloween cookies you loved, getting a box of each type–ghosts and jack-o-lanterns. “Oh my God!” You said with far too much excitement. “I fucking love these, holy shit!” 

“Jeez, if I knew you’d be that excited, I would have thrown in some more.” You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “I figured if we’d be smoking, we might as well have some snacks ready to go,” he grinned, walking into your kitchen and reaching into your cabinets to retrieve a sheet pan. 

“Make yourself at home,” you scoffed with a teasing grin. He turned over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at you. “You missed me, don’t lie.” You watched as he shut the cabinet door with his foot, and placed the pan on the sheet pan on the countertop. 

“I did,” you said genuinely. “It’s been a long time since we’ve just–” you fished for words. 

“Hung out?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah, but at the same time– I don’t know, it’s weird.” 

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said gently, glancing at you. “Weed, cookies, and a scary movie. Simple as that, right?” 

You nodded, releasing a heavy sigh. “Exactly.” 

Fifteen minutes later, fresh cookies were ready, and Jake had already burned himself in the attempt to pry them from the sheet pan too early, eager to steal the first cookie for himself. “That’s what you get for being impatient!” You scolded him. 

“Oh trust me, I’m very patient,” he said, looking into your eyes with an expression you couldn't quite place. 

You were silent for a long moment, watching him wiggle a spatula pitifully underneath several of the cookies. You watched them crack down the middle, sticking to the pan. “Jake, you really suck at this,” you admitted with a smirk. 

“It’ll eat the same. Fuck it,” he said, shoveling broken cookie into his mouth. 

“You’re literally a psychopath,” you teased him, grimacing at the wad of cookies in his fist. 

“I’m your worst nightmare,” he smirked. “When have you known me to ever be a normal, functioning human?”

You shook your head, reaching for a cookie, testing it for warmth and structure before popping it into your mouth. “Come on,” You said with a full mouth, sliding the spatula underneath the cooling cookies, placing them on a cold plate. You stepped over to the refrigerator and retrieved a half-full bottle of wine. “Do you have a lighter?” You asked Jake over your shoulder as he followed you to your bedroom upstairs. 

He nodded.

It was an older house, and given its character, the largest window in your room opened over the slant of the roof, which allowed for ease of access. You and Jake had spent countless nights crawling through this window lying under the stars, usually accompanied with liquor, wine or weed. You remembered the many evenings where you and Jake had spent hours talking about everything and nothing at all. Your mind poked at the more vulnerable thoughts, and you considered why you’d never spoken to him about your feelings on that roof while drunk or high. At least your feelings would have been protected–at least until you sobered yourself again. You silenced the thoughts in your head, hoping that the substances would keep your mind from wandering back to the unanswered questions. 

Dusk was rolling in quickly, and to the west you could see the last dying, pale streaks of pink that began to vanish into the horizon. “I can’t tell you the last time I’ve been up here,” you told him as you stepped out of the window, moving to sit in your usual place tucked between the angled pitch of the roof where it created a gable over the house. Here, you could recline comfortably against the shingles and watch the sky. 

“May,” Jake said, coming to sit cross legged beside you. You watched as he fiddled with the bracelets on his wrists, his long hair falling into his face. 

“What?” You asked him. 

“May 14th,” he continued. “That’s when we were out here last.” 

“How do you remember that?” You eyed him, surprised and impressed at his memory. 

“Just a good memory,” he answered with a shrug. His gaze remained downturned, his tone sounding evasive. You dismissed his strange disposition and leaned back to watch the sky darken above. You heard him dig into his pockets, and as you looked over, you saw him pull out the first joint, placing it between his lips. Shielding it from the wind, you watched as his hand cupped over the joint as he lifted the lighter to the end. It had been just as long since you’d smoked, and honestly, you’d craved it for a while now. Of course, you could have gotten high on your own, but you never smoked by yourself. It had always been yours and Jake’s way of celebrating the end of a hellacious week, or a way to say good riddance to particularly awful days. Plus, he was the one that had initially pulled you into the bad habit of being the occasional stoner. 

You watched as he took a long drag from the joint, the cherry glowing bright red as the paper burned. He exhaled through his nose, an opaque wisp of white smoke looping into the air in front of him. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it, pulling it from his lips and passed it over to you before leaning back on his elbows, shaking the hair from his face. 

The idea of his lips having touched the joint in your hand sent static coursing through your body even though you weren’t sure why you still felt this way. You thought you’d pushed the feelings away for long enough. You’d spent the last few months silently telling yourself that with enough time, the attraction would lessen, and this affliction would fade. It was becoming more and more apparent that you were terribly naive to believe Jake would cease to invade your thoughts. 

“What?” He asked, noting your hesitation as you looked down at the burning joint in your hand. 

“Oh, nothing,” you chuckled nervously, bringing it to your lips. You sucked on the end, breathing in the intoxicating essence, feeling the familiar burn in your lungs. You coughed as you took in the drag, unintentionally wasting the first moment of relaxation. You heard Jake’s laugh clang through your ears like church bells, and you couldn't help but grin too, curling forward to cough again. 

“Fuck,” you chuckled. “It’s been a while.” You took in another drag and willed yourself to hold in the smoke for a long moment, feeling your muscles relax and your mood lighten as you exhaled through your mouth in a long huff. You passed the joint back to him, watching silently as he took another puff on it. The thick, sulfurous odor hung low in the air, the headiness of the substance calming your senses as you leaned back against the roof, humming softly. 

“You always do that,” he said quietly, turning to you with an enthused grin. 

“Do what?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“Hum while getting high,” he smirked. “I always loved that about you.” You looked at him for a long moment before turning back to look up at the stars. The moment was awkward, but you let it float. 

“Loved?” You asked him, willing yourself to not look at him. “Why past tense?”

Jake cleared his throat before speaking. “I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant–” he began, turning to you, pulling his knees to his chest where he sat. “You know, it’s been a while,” he explained. You nodded as you took in what he said. 

“I don’t want to be past tense in your life,” you told him quietly, your filter dissolving quickly. 

“Trust me, you could never not be in my life,” he assured you. 

“You weren’t for almost two months, Jake.” You tilted your head and looked at him. “You still didn’t answer me when I asked you.”

His expression moved to that of confusion. “Answer you about what?” 

“Why did you let our relationship fall apart? Why was I the one who had to pick it all up again when I was the one that was hurting? You should have been there for me. You know you should have.” You paused for a moment as you looked up at the sky, sighing deeply. You reached for the bottle of wine that you brought and slugged down a long gulp, waiting for him to speak. He remained silent. 

“Why can’t you answer me, Jake?” You raised your voice slightly, anger pitching higher and higher. “Every time I practically beg you to give me an answer that isn’t half bullshit, you give me nothing.” You stood up, and he echoed your movement, standing up as well. 

“Y/n, relax–” 

“Don’t tell me to relax, Jake!” Anger began to boil out of you. “Answer me! Why can’t you just be honest with me?!” 

“Because I’m fucking in love with you!” His eyes grew wide with frustration, his hands flying out in front of him as he lost his composure. “Okay?!” Silence lingered in the air, the only noise supplied by the passing cars below, and faint police sirens going off deeper in the city. You felt the evening breeze kiss your face. 

“You told me–” you began, taking a step toward him.

“And I’ve regretted it ever since.” 

You looked at him, unsure of what to say or what to do, but you knew one thing for sure. Those seven words simultaneously catapulted you into the heavens and slammed you back into the earth. Your mind wandered between all possible choices that you could have and should have made, but your body decided before you could stop yourself. You reached for his hand, and he pulled you in closer. In a combination of inebriation and poor impulse control, you let yourself drift into his space. And there he was. One of his hands laced through your hair, cupping the curve of your cheek, his thumb resting softly against your cheek as he tilted your head upward, the other placed on the side of your face. 

He watched you for a long moment, and when you did not deny his touch, he closed the remaining distance and kissed you hard. His touch was intensely possessive as he devoured you, mind, body and soul. You pressed your body against him, images of the last two years with him spinning through your mind. Jake would have usually approached something like this with more care, but tonight, either the substances or his impatience had turned this into a desperate embrace, a physical embodiment of the words that were so difficult for him to admit. He wanted you, and he knew he couldn’t have you–not honestly. He left you breathless, heaving for more air and more of him, but before it could move any further, you pushed him back gently with your hand against his chest, placing your forehead against his as you regained your breath and composure. 

“We can’t–” you began. 

“I know,” Jake said, his tone thin and breathless. “I’m too late.”

You weren’t sure what to say to him, because though you knew that he could sense the deep attraction and desire you had for him, you were already spoken for. You were with Danny, and you didn’t see that changing any time soon. You had no choice but to nod in response to him. 

“You are.” You felt his fingertips looping through your hair, spinning pieces of it around his fingertips as he paused there in the embrace. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so sorry.” He took a step backward, and when he did, you could see the deep sadness set in his eyes, his hands falling down to his sides. You nodded slowly, hugging your arms close to your body, still feeling the reminder of his lips on yours.

You knew that this would create yet another rift between you both, and though you dreaded tonight’s outcome, you weren’t going to let it end here. “I’ll–I’ll go,” he said, bending down to reach for the untouched plate of cookies. 

“Jake, no–” you reached out for him. “Stay. Please–,” you watched as his gaze moved to your hand on his arm. He looked at you for a long, agonizing moment before he offered you a thin smile. “Don’t leave.” 

“Okay–okay,” he said, and you could sense the hesitation in his tone. His eyes were dark with want and regret, but you ignored it, knowing that you’d moved too close to dangerous territory. You offered him the same smile, mostly to reassure yourself before bending to pick up the wine bottle and plate of cookies, heading inside first, and hearing him follow close behind. 

“Please don’t say anything about–you know,” you pleaded with him as you landed at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Who exactly would I tell?” He asked, his eyes twinkling brightly for a split second. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t know, you’ve got two brothers who are possibly the nosiest people I’ve ever met,” you teased. “Just please. Danny can’t know.” 

Jake stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans and nodded. “Our secret.” 

Secret.

The word twisted through your ears like barbed wire– sharp and painful. You nodded. 

“Can we just–watch a movie or something?” You asked him. It was getting late, and with Danny away, you really didn’t want to be alone. You’d gotten so used to switching between staying at Danny’s and him staying with you, that staying alone left you feeling unsettled. 

“Of course!” Jake said, practically vaulting over the couch, reaching for the remote. “Are you feeling in a spooky mood?” He asked brightly. 

“I’m in the mood for a stupid scary movie. You know, like the ones where the blonde with big tits gets killed first?” You grinned wider as his lips curled upward with amusement.

“How about Scream?” He suggested. “That’s a classic.” 

“If you can find it on the TV, sure.” You came to sit on the opposite end of the couch, reaching for the same bottle of wine from earlier and tilted it back, slugging down the sweet liquid. 

“Ah! Here we go!” He selected the movie and pressed play. You and Jake had watched plenty of movies before, and when you had become bored of the movie you were watching, you’d let your mind wander to different scenarios of what a life with him might look like. Now, watching this movie, you tried to force yourself to focus on the storyline. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Jake, who sat faced forward, picking at his jeans. 

Then, inevitably, your mind slipped from the movie, creating a new one in your head, painting different futures with both Jake and Danny and then comparing them to one another. Eventually, after you’d done enough of this, you felt your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier until you fell into the arms of sleep.

Jake’s POV

I feel her warmth against my skin as she sleeps, her head resting against my shoulder as she shifts in her sleep. I finish the movie while she sleeps, not because I am interested in the story, but because I want to have an excuse to enjoy her closeness for as long as possible before we have to return to reality. I change the program on the TV to something uninteresting, turning the volume down enough to fall asleep while hearing the aimless chatter. I ache for more of her, but relish in the closeness that we currently have here on this couch. I fall asleep with the memory of her lips on mine. 

***

“What are you doing here?” You heard as Danny spooked you awake. From where you lay, you couldn’t see him because you were wrapped around Jake, one arm under his body, your legs wrapped around him. You quickly crawled off of him as Jake stirred. 

“Wha-?” Jake asked sleepily, squinting his eyes up from the couch as he moved to right himself. 

“What are you doing here?” Danny asked again, his tone almost accusatory. You didn’t like the way his eyes roamed over Jake’s body, and even more so, the way he looked at you left you feeling hollow, as if caught in the act. 

“We were watching movies and fell asleep,” you said quietly, standing up from the couch. “We lost track of time.” 

“You’re not even dressed, Y/n. Don’t you have work?” Danny asked, his tone slicing through any chance at you having a good morning. 

“What time is it?” You asked, reaching for your phone, which was dead. 

“It’s seven,” he answered, crossing his arms across his chest. “Don’t you have to work at eight?” You nodded sleepily and stretched. 

“What are you doing here, babe?” You asked him. “You didn’t show up after the show.” 

“It was so late, and it just made more sense to crash with Dave. I texted you, but you didn’t answer. I brought your favorite breakfast. I figured we’d eat and then you could go to work, but now I don’t think we have time.”

“I’m just gonna head out,” Jake said, ruffling his messy hair with his fingertips. 

“Good idea,” Danny said frankly, narrowing his eyes at him. Jake didn’t look away from Danny, only returned his gaze with equal intensity. 

As he left, Jake offered you a sheepish goodbye, and you watched him walk out of the front door without looking back. 

“What was that, Danny?” You asked him wide eyed.

“Do you have something to tell me?” His eyes were dark with jealousy. 

“I don’t. Is there a problem?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“Here.” Danny handed you the bag he’d been holding. It was from Carlotta’s, one of your favorite breakfast places. 

“Nothing happened,” you lied. Something did happen, just not what Danny thought. 

“Okay,” he said, though you knew very well that it wasn’t.

End of Part 7.

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"The Ice Cream Massacre"

(Peter Maximoff x reader)

Today, I got my wisdom teeth removed, so this is a bit of a self insert based on what happened lmaoo. But the idea came to me and I figured, why not have someone else also laugh at my actions? LMAOO hope you enjoy it. Hopefully, I'm not still too high and can actually write coherently :').

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This is honestly really fluffy, no warnings unless the idea of getting your wisdom teeth taken out makes you squeamish!

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Peter rarely would ever drive, not with his ability to run anywhere at any given moment. But today, he'd found it to be something he needed to do. When you'd asked him to take you to get your wisdom teeth removed, he figured you knew about the fact that he would have little to no mercy when it came to photographing the moment. He considered capturing the experience a boyfriendly, no- a civic duty. He himself had never had them removed, nor did his sisters. This was just an entirely taboo experience for the both of you. But what he did know was the fact that this was going to be absolutely hilarious. That being said, he'd been looking forward to this particular moment for a while.

You were lucid and hardly able to sit in the car. He couldn't help but notice you were also unable to control your face, jaw gaped open and stuffed with gauze. Despite the roughness of your exterior, he still found your disheveled state all the more endearing. He closed the door behind you after making sure you were safely fastened in before entering the driver's side. The nurse that had wheeled you out was laughing. She was quick to inform him about a few of the comments you'd made in your high state of mind that had left she and the orthodontist in hysterics during the operation. This was perfect.

He looked over, and you were touching your chin as if you were confused it was there. Clearly distraught, your hand then went to caress the rest of your now rather ample cheek. "Peter, I can't v'eel my v'ace." Your words were almost incoherently slurred as you were unable to tongue certain syllables. You turn towards him and look over, eyes creased with concern. He'd already lost it.

"Babe, trust, it's still there." He was laughing whilst shaking his head, fully excited now for what he was getting into. He was careful to bring his finger to your cheek, gently squishing the inflamed area. "See? Right here." You shook your head in disbelief. "I don't f'ink so." He pulled down his car mirror, allowing you to examine yourself in disbelief. "My head is so big." You were touching your lips that were way beyond numb, unable to register the sensation beyond your fingertips.

"Peter, I want a frostie." The statement reminded him of what the nurse had said to him prior. She'd explained that you'd been talking about how badly you wanted to go to Wendy's for some ice cream. You were rather insistent and apparently repeated your desire for it a multitude of times. He switched the car into drive, obeying her wishes. "I can do that for ya', sweetie." You were smiling to the best of your abilities, but the swolleness of your cheeks made it look more like a joyous grimace if anything.

"I feel wonderful. I get why people smoke weed now. This is justtt- great!" You went on extatically, "they can pull another one of my teeth any day if they promise to do that." You were giggling, enjoying riding out this perfectly legal high. His jaw dropped, running his free hand across his forehead and through his hair. Not in annoyance, but rather shock over your boldness on the anesthetic. He hadn't stopped laughing since you entered the car and it was only getting louder with each small remark you made. "Kinda wish I had mine pulled now so I'd know how it feels." He spoke, eyeing you up in your blissfully unaware state.

"Yeah, you're missin' out, man." You stretched your arms out as if to exemplify the large amounts of happiness you were feeling. What would he do with you? Well, love you, of course. Finally, the two of you pulled into the Wendy's Drive through. It was still breakfast time because you were one of the first operations of the day.

"Can I please get a large Vanilla Frostie?" He spoke into the microphone, a hand squeezing your thigh playfully to respond to the small excited squeal you'd made in response. "I'm sorry, sir, we don't sell those until lunch." The service worker had singlehandedly crushed your dreams with just one statement. Peter looked over at you, frozen with a face of displeasure. Pulling out of the drive-through, he went into the parking lot to discuss another game plan.

But you didn't want another game plan. As a matter of fact, you were so set on your own craving that the sudden denial had you in tears. In any other state of mind, you wouldn't have taken this loss so hard. But this Frostie had felt like your lifeline, the excitement of the hour. You were left in complete, unfixable, distraught. In seconds, you were sobbing with despair. Peter panicked, unsure how to console your clearly shaken state. He rubbed your back, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. Acting fast, in the corner of his eyes, he saw a McDonald's restaurant. They sold ice cream, right? All hope towards pleasing his lady was restored. He turned his car quickly into the other drive-through. You'd surprisingly registered what was happening enough to calm down, finding contempt in more than just Wendy's ice cream. He rolled down his window, "Can I please get a plain vanilla sunday?"

And guess what was fucking broken? The ice cream machine, of course. Mcdonalds should have never even been a thought or suggestion when it comes to their ice cream machines known reliability. Peter had done a lot of stupid things in his life, but this felt like the absolute cap sealing it all, especially his unrelenting foolishness. Once again, you were in hysterics because the small town the two of you were in just so happened to only have a choice of three restaurants to choose from. Defeated, he had no choice but to take you home. When he did, he quickly ran to the nearest grocery store and opted to grab you ice cream in a tub instead. But even that was fruitless because the moment your head hit the pillow you were gone in a deep, drug-induced, comatose sleep that any reasonable force of nature wouldn't dare disturb.

It was that moment he realized he'd not yet taken a photo. Quickly, he grabbed his small Polaroid camera. A loud click followed underneath the pressure of his trigger finger. He watched the photo as it developed. It was a beautiful sight, truly. There you were, spread out across his bead, mouth wide open and drooling as if the other stresses of the day meant nothing. He just couldn't wait to remind you of it all once you awoke.

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Arthur Morgan 1899 Headcannons

This was an anon request! So I really hope you enjoy this! I have been writing a bunch of modern Arthur headcannons, and while I love those I love 1899 cowboy Arthur, and I’m so excited to do some more of these relationship headcannons for him!

so

Let’s get right into it all!

Warnings!: NSFW themes, Female reader

Tags: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1 @6kaja9​

So

When you join the gang

Arthur really doesn’t think much about it

he doesn’t really focus too much on you, he’s got a whole lot of other things to focus on

Dutch yelling in his ear and the rest of camp relying on him to take care of them

it isn’t until one night when he’s finally made it back to camp and he’s taken a seat at the fire to relax for a moment before heading to his tent that he really talks to you

you’re sitting there yourself, admiring Horseshoe Overlook, and he simply says hello, merely a formality

but he finds himself staring at you and he can’t quite understand why 

The fire illuminates your face just right and he just

he feels something inside his chest that he can’t explain

it’s like his heart skips, something about you, just looking at you sends something through him

from then on he can’t help but try to spend more time with you

He tries to push that away from his mind, he’s got so much stuff to deal with that he doesn’t think having these sort of feelings would really be the best idea

however

no matter how much he tries he just keeps thinking about you

the longer he thinks about you the more he seems to seek you out

He starts to find you in the mornings and ask you about things, gets to know you slowly but surely

He asks you all kinds of things

even if he thinks they’re awful questions

he hates small talk, because he feels like he’s just annoying you but he can’t not ask them if he wants to learn about you

He asks the questions like

“What’s your favorite color?”

“What do you do for fun?” 

“Where’d you come from?” 

Things about your family

how you got into this life 

all those kinds of things, which again he hates because he feels like all he’s doing is bothering you

but of course he isn’t

you thought from the moment you’d met him up in the mountains he was a handsome man and you just couldn’t work up the courage to talk to him

it made things a lot easier when he started to talk to you first

it was far less intimidating when he actually opened his mouth and turned out to be a nice and funny man

He had a rough exterior for sure, but he was much softer on the inside

You were one of the only people who got to see that the closer the two of you got

When he realized that he had feelings for you that were more than just friendly he gets pissed off with himself and end up leaving camp for a week

You wonder where he’s went during that week, because you yourself have started to fall for him, and it makes you worried when he doesn’t return after about two days

When he does come back your excitement to see him is so much that you pretty much run to the entrance of camp with a smile on your face and a small gift for him in your hands

That smile makes his heart warm and he literally

he almost turns around to leave because he feels like he isn’t worthy enough to be with you

he’s killed people

he’s robbed people

I mean

he just feels like you’re too pure for him 

He forces himself to stay because he needs to shave and he wants to see everyone, mainly you, but he does want to see everyone

You feel bad for acting that way too, because with you realize you have feelings yourself

however

you’re worried that you’ll just get in his way 

and you think he doesn’t like you even though he truly does

You also worry that he might think you’re ugly because he looks down and never really looks you in the face when you talk to him

however

he does that because every time he looks you in the face he gets a red and he doesn’t want you to see him blush

After he gets back he decides that he just

He can’t ignore you anymore 

So he talks to Hosea

and Hosea has known he’s liked you for a while

so he’s prepared

he knows that you like arthur too

he literally watches EVERYTHING

So he tells Arthur to just ask you

thats it

that’s his whole advice

just to ask you

to tell you how he feels

and arthur is all nerves

but he asks you if you’d like to go with him to go out drinking

he’s hoping that if he gets enough in his system he’ll be confident enough to tell you

of course you say yes because you will literally get any excuse to spend time with him

The two of you go into Valentine and into the saloon

Arthur tends to have a bit of an issue with drinking

we all remember the lenny mission

so he does his best to keep his drinks to a minimum

however

he does get a little tipsy

and he does start to slur his words

and he finally says what he’s been trying to say the whole night

“Y?N....you’re....you...you’re reaaaal special to me, ya know that? I’m real sweet on you.” 

Of course you get all red in the face and you tell him that you’re sweet on him too

and he’s sober enough to remember it

so the two of you go back to camp, but, you decide to walk there, rather than take your horses

Arthur sends them home with a simple smack on their rears as the two of you reach the edge of Valentine

The walk back to camp really isn’t that far

so you two decide you’d like to walk together so you have a little bit more privacy with one another

just to talk and understand how you feel

As you’re walking under the stars towards camp he slips his massive hand over yours and interlocks his fingers with yours

He looks at you with a bit of a sheepish smile and a red haze on his face

You just happily squeeze his hand back

By the time you get to camp he’s almost completely sober, considering he wasn’t really drunk to begin with

and he asks you kindly if you’d like to start...well...start courting him

you say yes, you’d love to, but the two of you agree to keep it from camp for the moment, until the two of you are absolutely certain about how things are going

(You know how its going to go, you have felt something for him for the longest time possible)

As time goes on you and Arthur get closer, obviously, and the camp ends up finding it out that you two are together whether you wanted them to know or not

because Arthur came back from being out of camp for about a week and came right to you and scooped you up in his arms to kiss your forehead and your lips with all kinds of fervency 

Also, everytime he comes home with cuts, bruises, bashes, any kind of wound you refuse to let anyone treat him but you

so he’ll sit on his cot and you’ll patch him up easily

if he needs stitches you stich him, though it’s never a pretty sight

you love to patch him up because to you its such an intimate feeling

you feel much closer and more connected to him when you show him how much you care for him

and he loves it too, the fact that you do care for him so and take care of his wounds no matter how many he has and how many times he’s come back with them

He loves the feeling of your hands on his face too, if you’re taking care of a cut in his eyebrow he’ll pay attention to the feeling of your palms on his cheeks and he’ll simply smile and hold onto your waist as you work

he loves it

he does hate when it’s a bit of a bigger, more serious wound

he feels bad for making you worry

so when he comes back and he has a big knife gash in his arm and it NEEDS stitches, he just tries to fix it himself

when that whole 

Blessed Are the PeaceMakers mission happens

and he returns to camp with all kinds of issues

first off you’d been feeling bad about the situation that had happened to lead him to that job in the first place

you didn’t trust Micah

and you didn’t trust Colm

and yet he was going to go meet up with him

so when he finally returns after a few days

beaten, bleeding, bruised and half dead you’re in tears

but you still refuse to let anyone take care of him and you don’t even let dutch near him

Arthur of course, between his small bouts of unconsciousness he tells you not to look at him but he’s too weak to really stop you. 

He is just the kind of guy who doesn’t want you to see him hurt, he doesn’t want to seem weak to you

though when he is fully conscious after a few days of rest he really appreciates that you stayed by his side and that you truly care about him

By this point in the relationship he knows that he loves you

he’s afraid to tell you

but 

little does he know 

that in one of his moments of unconciousness

he muttered it to you

not really aware of what was going on

and you promised to yourself that you wouldn’t tell him about it 

because you didn’t want to embarrass him

So you just tell him that he means so much to you and that you’re incredibly glad that he’s okay

After that 

the two of you are considerably closer

he is far more teasing now, joking, a lot more easy going, after almost dying he realizes that he needs to spend every day with you as happy as possible, rather than always being afraid 

so he comes up behind you and hugs you, kisses your neck and shoulders

he doesn’t care whos in camp and who sees

he’ll make you chase him

he does everything he can to have fun with you, to make you smile

he loves to cuddle with you too

he’ll pull you into his lap around the fire 

he doesn’t care if everyone is around

he wants you close to you

he wants to feel you against him

it makes him feel like he’s closer to you

and he loves having you sit in his lap

He does this one day and that is when he really tells you that he loves you

At least thats the first time hes conscious and he tells you

Which you tell him that you love him too immediately which makes him light up like no other 

As much as he is a gentlemen to you, and a prankster, and a fun loving guy

he is also

extremely dirty

i mean

hes an outlaw, a cowboy, who was raised by Dutch, and who probably ‘became a man’ in a brothel

He was surrounded by John and Javier, and Bill for the majority of his growing years

he is a dirty, dirty man

even if he hides it or likes to pretend that hes a gentlemen towards women

if he’s with you? Courting you? 

he knows things

and he will use them against his S/O

so when things get to a point where the two of you are comfortable and you’ve both said I love you

he starts to say things to you that would make a sailor blush

I mean he whispers the most

freak nastiest

leg shakiest

A tear rolled down my leg

kinda things in your ear in the middle of camp while you’re trying to do chores

you’re trying to hang up laundry and he comes up behind you with a hard on and wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your neck deeply before saying this:

“Princess, you make me wanna worship those thighs of yours every moment of the day, you keep bendin’ down like that and I’m gonna have to take you outta camp, unless you can keep it down while I fuck you out by a tree.” 

“Jesus Arthur-”

Or like you’ll be trying to gather water for Pearson and he’ll stop you as your leaning over the lake to fill the bucket

you’ll feel a hand glide over your back, starting at your rear and then finding the base of your hair, where he tangles his fingers in it

He’ll yank you up by your hair, not too hard of course, and pull you against his chest

“Mhmmm....you almost done with chores Sugar? I ain’t had you in at least a day...you’re makin’ me hungry.” 

He knows how to lower that voice of his too

so you’re weak in the knees every time that he does that

Abigail and the others will notice how red you are in the face and how out of breath you are, and that’s just from him saying these things

They always tease you about it

sometimes they ask you 

“What did he say this time?” 

Or they’ll simply snicker at you

though Karen likes to be nice enough to offer to take your chores so that you can go have some fun 

(She knows how it be, as much as Sean is Sean sometimes he’s got his moves ready to go and she feels the same way you do)

Sometimes he likes to fuck you in camp for the sole fact that he has to tell you to be quiet

it gives him a MAJOR ego boost

that he HAS to tell you to be quiet

the fact that you can’t stop yourself, you can’t NOT make noise and its because of him? 

Oh god

that makes him so proud and so horny

so he will have fun with you in camp from time to time

just because of that

that and because he’ll step out to smoke a cigarette and he’ll have the scratches from you on his back, or the bite marks on his shoulder, hell the Hickeys on his neck

he loves to show off what you do to him, what he MAKEs you do to him.

He loves you

and he loves to show off how much you like to claim him as yours

When he takes you into town

that’s when he lets you make all the noise you want

he doesn’t give a shit if the people at the hotel hear you

he loves to hear all those sounds too

they’re his favorite thing to hear

so the louder you are, the more noise you make the happier and hornier he is

he loves to fuck you in the bathtub too

like

he knows he’s not supposed to have you in there

but that’s part of why he likes it so much

the idea of getting caught by the staff with you in the water going on his dick 

it just

excites him to no end

that and it makes clean up a lot easier afterwards

though of course after that he’s gonna make sure that you’re clean and then the two of you will go up to the hotel room he’s rented for the night and cuddle up together

he is a sweet man

really he is

he’s just really dirty minded

and in his defense

it’s your fault lmao

I would 

LOVE to do more of the period cannon headcannons I love 1899 Arthur so much

like I love modern arthur too

but like

regular arthur holds my heart CLOSE to

This is probs the last request for the night, but NEVER fear! The others will be finished up tomorrow, ya’ll gonna get SNACKS

[itaehynz]

lsrfm as your #girlfriend !

🕸 pairing: lsrfm x gn!reader.

🕸 genre: fluff, crack, headcanon.

🕸 content: profanity, pet names, lsrfm being sweethearts, nothing more than that [thinking face].

## CHAEWON.

now see, chaewon. her exterior may seem a little rough but she's an absolute sweetie pie. she's already super sweet to her members, just imagine how she'll be with you :(

she'll try to treat you to lunch/dinner every now and then considering her busy schedule, but she makes the efforts to see you whenever she can.

when it comes down to it, she'll make sure to introduce you to her members. she'll make sure they're not being wild (as she is the leader), making you uncomfortable, etc.

when the two of you hang out with the members, she'll try to make you feel as included as possible. you talking to her about how you felt "excluded" is probably her WORST nightmare, as she does try her hardest to make you feel welcome & constantly reassures you that there's no problem hanging out with her and the others.

she does need her personal space sometimes though, if you're clingy she'll respect that but she'll tell you when she needs time to herself and her thoughts.

but when you need personal space, she's always there. when your thoughts can get too much to handle, she'll be there to assure you that everything'll get better & you have to keep going.

she cares for you so so deeply & would hate for you to feel as if you cannot trust her or she's never there when you need her.

whenever she's away from you, she always makes sure to facetime or text or send voice messages to you because she knows you love hearing her voice or just telling you about her day, she'll also make sure to tell you to eat & just take care of yourself.

she just wants what's best for you & she's willing to be there even on the bad days because that's what relationships are based off of. communication & trust, she'll always communicate and she will forever trust you as long as you do the same.

## SAKURA.

her being the oldest member kind of says enough, she's kind of like a mom figure when it comes down to you?

she genuinely cares for you in ways that i can barely explain. she just has that type of authoritative aura, that will kind of tell you that she's "in charge". (it's kind of scary LMAO)

she may be a bit lazy but that doesn't mean she won't try to run errands for LOL, it can at anytime too! "kkura, can you go get ____ for me?" she'll do it. even if it's the asscrack of dawn, "kkura, i need ___" she's OUT.

other than her being a mom to you, she'll also be your best friend. she'll be there to reassure you of any insecurities, motivate you, let you rant to her, talk about your day (the goods and the bads), etc. she's an all-rounder.

just like chaewon she'll always make sure to make you feel welcomed around her members, she doesn't want for you to feel as if you're less important than them because it's the complete opposite. she would hate for you to feel that way.

there's also a lot more sides to her but let's get into one more, she can also be a baby... in some cases, she may act older or act as if she's your mother but she really needs to be cared for.

someone that can be there on her bad days, very nurturing to her, supportive of her career & just being patient with her. that's all she asks for, nothing more. she just wants someone that can be the same way she is to them.

## YUNJIN.

this silly little swiftie oh my gosh...

she wants someone to listen to taylor swift with her, support her, be at her photoshoots, visit her at the studio, and someone who straight up just ADORES her.

she'd do a lot for you, she probably wouldn't ask for the same back but she'd like to know that you do think of her/just being considerate of her feelings.

just like sakura, she'd care for you except in a more playful manner? she'll probably be like, "awe baby, why didn't you eat? doesn't matter, i'll come home and make some fruity pebble cupcakes for us" and you'd be like "cupcakes???" but when she's bringing you real food, you'll be a little disappointed and she'd be so confused, "you didn't actually expect me to make cupcakes at 11pm... right?"

other times when she's caring for you, it's quite literally the same way. but don't be mistaken, despite her playful nature she can be serious sometimes. when she sees that there's genuinely something wrong, that'll trigger her seriousness. she truly loves you & doesn't want you to think the relationship will be solely based off of jokes and giggles.

she wants to you feel cared for, not for you to feel like you're being seen as a joke. she genuinely cares about you, she cooks for you, bathes you when need her to, runs errands for you, takes care of you when you're ill, she's just overall a caring person.

i also think that she'd be such an intimate lover, so tender & spiritually connected to you. it's almost as if she's known you your entire life, there's a bond between you two that i can't really point out, but it's there. there's just something that brought you two together & you know it was for a special reason.

she's your soulmate.

## KAZUHA.

kazuha is a silly little baby, she’s the most non-serious person to ever be with. (she’s serious on some occasions)

even though she loves to joke around, when it comes to caring about you— she’s as serious as possible. she loves making you feel cared for and never as if she doesn’t take an extreme interest in you.

she tries her best to make you feel loved, comfortable and adored when you’re around her. because without you, she’s positive that she wouldn’t have made it this far.

you’re all she’s ever wanted and more, if she was told “7 million dollars to give up y/n”, she’d say no in a heartbeat. her love for you is nonnegotiable. no amount of ANYTHING could make her give you up.

disregarding the fact that she loves caring for you, she also loves being cared for as well.

she wants to be treated the same way she treats you. respected, loved, and cared for. she loves being loved.

absolutely loves when you treat her as if she’s your baby, praised, adored, practically worshipped.

she tries to invite you to her private studio, you motivate her to write music. you just being in her presence is enough to keep her sane.

she needs you to be there with her 24/7, again, she’s basically a big baby. she just wants you to be there for her, supporting her through thick and thin, just being there is enough for her.

## EUNCHAE.

manchae my baby!

she’s such a sweetie, she always tries to take you places that will leave you with the most wonderful memories of her.

she cherishes every single moment she had with you because you mean oh so much to her. she wants to experience every single day with you, the bad days, the sad days, the tough ones, everything.

she just wants to have someone be there with her through everything.

besides the fact that she wants someone there with her, she also wants someone to care for her, just like the others.

someone to love her, make her food, be there when she’s sick, support her career & just show that they truly love her.

with her being the maknae, obviously she’s going to have that playfulness that makes her a joy to be around- there’s going to be some times when she’s too playful.

with that being said, this could lead to misunderstandings & sometimes arguments. she never truly means any harm though, it’s just that some things can be taken out of context with her and it may turn into you reading it as something she didn’t mean.

but besides the misunderstandings, she always wants you to know that she’ll be by your side 24/7, stuck to you like glue. she just wants your love and attention considering that she gives the same to you, it should always be a 50/50 thing is what she always tells you.

she truly loves you!

🕸 taglist: @boba-beom @bucketofhiros @yeofy @n0-thisispatrick @hyunimylove @luvsoobs @choiwrld @majestyjun @tyunkus @belovedxiao @h00nerz

[peach-and-bugs]

🧡Vanessa "Van" Palmer SFW Alphabet🧡

🧡Read the NSFW Alphabet here!🧡

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: All clean! some mild angst maybe, but other than that nothing to worry about

Word Count: 2,166

A/N: Well, yall have asked and you shall receive! I know ppl are dying for the NSFW alphabet, and I'll be posting that tomorrow, so for now have some nice fully headcanons for our favorite redhead. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!🧡

Vanessa "Van" Palmer Tag List: @blairfox04 @kyleeservopoulos

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Van is all about physical touch and quality time. She just wants you in the same room as her and with a hand on you. You can be doing something completely separate from her, she doesn’t mind just as long as she’s got you close by. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I could see you being distant friends in high school, maybe even a friend of a friend situation, and then reconnecting on accident years later when she opened up her store. As a friend, she’s relaxed and joking almost all the time. But if she understands it’s a situation she needs to be serious about she’s a great listener and she gives the best advice. She is there for whatever you need, whether it’s a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She enjoys physical affection, but she doesn’t often initiate cuddles. Ite more like she’ll pat the space beside her, gesturing for you to lean into her side so she can wrap her arm around your shoulders or your middle. She likes pressing her cheek to your forehead and kissing your hairline. She's always holding you in some way, even if it's as little as linking your pinkies together or slipping her hand in your back pocket 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She’s already living a pretty domestic life on her own, so I think in a relationship she’d be more than happy to settle. She lives in what I like to call a state of organized chaos (much like myself) where to the untrained eye her home and the back room of her shop look a mess but it all makes perfect sense in her head. A clean home might have to be a compromise you'd have to work through together if that's something you want

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’d have to give it a lot of thought. But at the moment, she’d be really serious about it. She’d offer you any comfort or explanation she could, explaining her feelings, wants, and needs and what brought her to that conclusion and yes she’d show remorse, but it wouldn’t be till she’s home when she’s finally all alone that she breaks down and feels her feelings. She’d break open a bottle of whatever she’d got and just go to town

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Van feels like a causal committed to me. Yeah, maybe she’d be willing to tie the knot, but she wouldn’t wanna make a huge deal out of it. She’d be fine with calling you her wife/partner with or without a piece of paper saying it. She’d be completely content exchanging rings on your couch and calling it a day. But she would use every opportunity to gush about you as her wife/partner. She just loved the title so much more than “girlfriend”. At her age, it feels childish

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite her rough exterior/demeanor at first glance, especially with those nasty scars, she’s softer than a teddy bear. Every physical action from her holds a worm tenderness behind it, no matter what kind of aggression might also linger behind. She knows just how you like to be touched, both physically and emotionally and she’s always eager to satisfy

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs. Van’s the type to spread her arms wide, waiting for her hug from you because it’s just become part of her routine. She’s kinda like a “weres my hug?” guy just not in a weird, mildly creepy way at all. She loves hugging you from behind, her arms wrapped around your soldiers so she can kiss your neck and feel your hands grab her wrapped arms. Hef favorite thing is when you lean back into her or you kiss her hands

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Probably not very fast. She seems like the type to wait till you say it first. Not because she doesn't feel it, but because she doesn’t want to misread what you’re feeling and make things awkward. But when she does say it, it’s excruciatingly causal. Like she just lets it slip out over coffee or she writes in on a piece of paper she’s giving you that pertains to something completely irrelevant to her confession

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She gets mildly possessive, though she hates admitting it to the point of flat-out denying she acts that way at all. If and when she gets jealous though, she’s rather mopey about it rather than angry or aggressive. It’s like if someone flirts with you at a bar/party, she’s not gonna punch them in the face for it because she doesn't have the right to do that. It’s more like a shot at her ego more than anything and you’ll find her pouting in a corner with her drink over it. Honestly, it’s kinda cute

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Van’s favorite place to kiss is the spot right between you’re eyebrows, your scalp, the corner of your mouth, and your fingertips, no questions asked. Do I have a reason? No. but I'm ginger and that's where I like to kiss, so I'm assuming it's genetic

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

There is no way in hell that she’s having her kids but she’s the epitome of the beer aunt. In a perfect world she’d 100% throw summer cookouts in her backyard with a ton of her friend's kids running around playing in a kiddy pool she set up throwing water balloons and playing with squirt guns, and when one of them accidentally throws a balloon at her, she’d pretend to be angry, hand you the spatula to man the grill and join in with a laughing roar that would make all the kids scream in joyous fear. Long story short, she’d she’s great with kids

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are almost always pretty leisurely. She’s in complete control of her store, so it runs on her hours, but she’s always on her routine. If you’re more of a slow waker or rather not an early riser she’s guaranteed to be up before you but not without a kiss behind your ear and an affectionate pat on your hip as she leaves you, letting you know that she’d gotta get going and opening the store up. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Van is keen on having a beer and watching a few episodes of an old sitcom with you after dinner and before bed. She doesn’t realize it, but she talks through every episode, telling you little tidbits about the episodes themselves or about the actors on screen. You'll never have the heart to tell her she’s talking through the episode because she hates it when other people do it. Like, she’ll loudly tell people to shut up in a movie theater. But she only does it because she genuinely doesn't notice

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Van is very serious about her privacy, specifically when it comes to what happened after the crash. She made it very clear that wasn’t something she wanted to talk about it and that's something you’d need to respect. Over time youve learned little bits here and there and made your inferences to fill in the blanks, but you never outright asked. Everything else about her is an open book but it always comes up naturally when she’s reminded of it. You’ll never know everything about Van because often she doesn’t remember everything

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You know she can be easily angered, but she’s worked hard to keep her anger in check. This is due both to her experience in the wilderness and the rage that harbored in her as well as her upbringing with her mother, which is a whole other story. She’s huge on needing communication and in the event you argue, she takes the time to tell you she needs a break and takes a step away. She always comes back when her anger has subsided and she’s ready to talk

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or forget everything?)

Van's memory is like a steal trap. She remembers everything you tell her, but she doesn’t let you know that she remembers. You’ll mention your favorite flowers once, and then everything she gifts you has some reference to said flower in it. She even draws cards for you with those flowers decorating the border. She loves the little details and finds it important to remember them

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She loves reminiscing on when she first started noticing your attempts to understand her better. She’d gotten frustrated with something at work and was beginning to get upset with it till you casually swooped in and suggested turning on Doogie Howser while you made her something warm to drink. She was honestly impressed you knew Doogie Howser in the first place

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s very protective. Any customer gives you too much mouth and their out for good. And if some guy tries giving you a piece of his mind in a bar, you know for an act you’ll be paying to get her out of lockup. But, she does find it very attractive when you hold your own, or you stick up for her. That's not a requirement though. She’d much prefer having you clean her wounds than vice versa. She probably wouldn’t even know where to start if you got hurt

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Van’s a gentleman. She’s going to treat her woman/person how they should be treated, and that’s with more grace than she can offer. She much prefers nights in with your favorite takeout, but if you want a night on the town, that’s what she’ll give you, to the best of her ability. We all know our girl isn’t made of money after all, but she does her best that's for sure.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She’s a chronic picker. She’s always got some nasty gash that's bleeding or scared over because she can’t leave alone. You’ve even gone as far as threatening to put acrylic nails on her to get it to stop

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s not all that concerned. Of course, she wants you to find her attractive, but she’d hope that you find her naturally attractive initially. She’s not into makeup r anything like that. The only time she ever wears it is when you put it on her, and trust me, she complains the whole time so it doesn't happen that often

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

In some aspects, yes. But with enough time, she would be able to move on, sad as that may sound. She’s used to people moving on from her, so she’s learned. But she’s never looking to lose you. She’ll fight to have you, but if you aren't happy she’d not going to hold you hostage. You have as much free will in your relationship as she does and she’ll always respect your wishes

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She’s not vegetarian by any means, but she’s extremely selective with what meat she does eat. She’ll only eat what she prepares and only buys from a local butcher she’s friends with

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in general or in a partner?)

Pretty basic one, but she can’t stand modern tech. All the texting and Snapchatting ans Instagraming? She’s never been a fan, not even with the tech she had growing up. She’d live solely with a flip phone that she’d barely use if you let her. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

She’s always got a hand on you. You don’t know why, but you’ve never minded it

[anabdaniels]

Agent Whiskey's SFW alphabet.

Rating: Teen and up audiences. | Masterlist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Despite the rough exterior, Jack is a sweetheart. Once he’s in love with you, you’ll know it. He’ll be casually holding your hand or hugging you randomly in the middle of the day without an apparent reason, but it’s just him trying to let you know you mean a lot to him. He’ll also make the breakfast any chance he gets or buy you something you randomly mentioned you wanted just to see you smiling.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Wouldn’t be so surprising if Jack ended up being your friend after the two of you got drunk in the bar. He’s not exactly the kind of friend that would plan a giant surprise birthday party for you, but he’d gladly spend your whole birthday doing anything you want, even if it could be sitting in a park and watching the pigeons walking around. Also, if you’re going through tough times and need a friend that will give you a drink and patiently listen to you complaining about whatever, this is him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle?)

Showing affection through physical contact is for sure something he likes, so, of course, he loves to cuddle. Jack will happily cuddle with you all day long.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The only thing he planned in his life is that someday he will retire from Statesman and move to his ranch with his significant person. Jack just wears the womanizer disguise because the idea of getting attached to someone again is scary sometimes, but he would love to just get happily married. And the one who married him will be very lucky; he loves to cook and will make a wonderful meal every chance he gets. Housekeeping in general isn’t a problem when you live with him, he was raised to be a functional grown up and his dear mother made sure to teach him how to clean a house, do the laundry, make the grocery list, and all those things that are necessary to keep a house working well.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Jack hopes that once he’s in a relationship, it will end up in marriage, he’s not the kind of person who enters into a relationship with no intention to take another step. So, if he needs to break up, whatever the reason is, he will try to sit with the other person and explain his reasons to choose to end things and will listen to what the other one had to say.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Jack is a commitment man; everything about it sounds great to him. Since he’s no longer a teenager finding out what he expects from a relationship, he doesn’t need much time to know he wants to take the next step. If your non-negotiable requirements of a relationship are aligned and he’s sure he loves you, he will gladly get married to you. Is not about the time, is about how much you two are compatible.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite spending years killing people in cold blood, Jack is really sweet when it comes to his significant one. He will listen to you with full attention, especially if you’re sharing a delicate subject with him; he’ll try his best to understand any fear or trauma you can have and will make sure to ask you how you expect and want him to help you when you went through a bad moment or a cry that seems to come out of nowhere. Physically is pretty much the same. Once he notices that some specific caress pleases you, he will occasionally be repeating it. Jack is more than satisfied letting you sleep on his shoulder or just caress your back while you’re nestled in his lap.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it?)

Jack Daniels will hug you every damn time he leaves to work and get back home. You’re standing in the kitchen making a sandwich? He will causally hug you from behind. He came back from work and you’re taking a nap in your shared bed? He will hold you with all the caution of this world and will just watch you sleep or will fall asleep too.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Jack isn’t too focused on saying out loud he loves you, he’s more inclined to demonstrate it through the way he takes care of you, but he knows that is important to vocalize it sometimes. It took him a while to say it and once he did it, it didn’t become such a current thing. He will say that he loves you when you’re going through some rough time, and he will occasionally say he loves you when he’s about to fall asleep but don’t expect him to say it a lot of times along the day.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Like a bag full of bags, Jack Daniels is full of himself. He knows that if you are with him is because you love him and want to be with him. If he catches someone admiring you, he’ll just be prouder for having such a gorgeous partner.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Depending on the context, his kisses can be tender and slow or needy and rough. He loves to spread kisses all over your face while you’re lying on his chest and will be planting a kiss on the dorsum of your hand any chance he gets. He’ll feel like the luckiest man on this earth any time you kiss him, no matter where, but if he had to choose, his choices would be the random soft kisses you give on his cheeks anytime you get excited with something or the lazy kisses you plant on his neck when you’re waking up or about to fall asleep.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Jack is the ultimate babysitter. If a child of any age came towards him speaking excitedly about a thing they like, he’ll not only just listen to it with all his attention, but will encourage them to tell more and will go into a deep conversation about some random character from Winnie The Pooh as if his life depends on it. Speaking about his children, when he was thirty, he may have considered the idea, but being in his forties he just wants a quiet life without having to be running around the house to avoid a baby to eat the dog’s food or put a fork in the socket. He will gladly look after his nephews for a weekend, and on Monday, he will be surer that a couple of days with a toddler is all his back and energy can handle.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If it is a working day, he’ll enjoy breakfast with you and give you a long tender kiss before you got apart. If the two of you are standing home, he’ll keep you in bed as long as he can and most of the time will be just to have you lying on his chest while he caresses your hair.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It can variate much. He can take you out for dinner, he can cook the dinner, you two can just lie on the couch and watch something, you can just cuddle a lot ‘till both of you fall asleep. Occasionally amidst these things you have sex, but sometimes both of you are fine with just having a good dinner and cuddling till fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Jack will take his time to talk about his open wounds. Once he trusts you and knows you’re the one he wants for the rest of his days, he will talk about the things that haunt him. Probably not all at once, he will take time to let you know everything about what hurts him, but once he does it, you’ll be more than welcome to ask about it and he will be really happy to have you listening about all that.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

When it comes to his beloved sweetheart, Jack’s patience is infinite. If ever happen of things turn wild in the middle of a discussion, he will take a few minutes to calm down and put himself together, more because he’s afraid to say something stupid that will end up hurting you, but he’s not mad at you, maybe he’s pissed off with the situation, but never with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the important details. Jack can list all your favorite things in any field, can recite your grandparents’ full names, and can mention all your favorite foods in the blink of an eye. But when it comes to dates, don’t expect him to remember more than the day he proposed to you and the day you got married. Dates aren’t really his thing.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Undoubtedly is the day when he risked it all asking you if you’d marry him and you said yes.

S = Security (How protective are they?)

Jack is really protective over you. He will follow the sidewalk rule with his life; if someone acts mean towards you and he knows that is more than you can handle to defend yourself, he will lose his shit putting anyone that tries to hurt his honeybee in their place.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Jack isn’t the kind of man who thinks that is acceptable to do things without effort and care. If he proposes to do anything, it will be done with excellence. His gifts will be very well though; if he’s taking you on a date, you can expect it to be a fancy dinner in a good restaurant or visit some place you mentioned you’d like to go. On your anniversaries, he’ll do anything you want, go for a night in the city or just cuddle while watching a movie, as long as you are happy and he can spend time with you, nothing else matters.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Speaking about trivial things, he will forget to take out his muddy boots almost every time before enters home. When it comes to serious stuff, he will try to pretend that the loss of his wife and baby doesn’t hurt him anymore because he truly believes that ignoring the trauma will make it disappear.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Looking good is a thing he put a bit of effort into, you can say by the well-tailored blazers he wears and the care he has with his outfits, like making sure that his hat match with the rest of the look. But all this turn into nothing when the mustache enters the narrative. He takes all the care he can with his beloved 'stache, making sure it is perfectly groomed every single morning and he will spend how long is necessary to make sure it is perfectly trimmed and symmetrical. You’ll occasionally find him in front of the mirror with his glasses on because he can’t figure out what is out of place in his mustache.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Jack agrees with the idea that you have to be able to feel whole by yourself before getting into a relationship, which doesn’t mean that he didn’t feel like something is missing when he need to stay away from you for too long.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Jack is an old-school gentleman. Even after you got married, he will take off his hat to greet you; You’ll never open a door in his presence; He will pay every bill and is not open to discussing this; Will put his coat over your shoulders at the least suspicion that you’re cold because he knows that you will never say that you are cold. He will do everything he can to make your life easier and happier. Jack is aware that you are self-sufficient and can take care of yourself, but he sees no point in not trying his best to make his significant one’s life more pleasant.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like?)

If you’re not into country life and don’t know the difference between an acid joke and an offense, he’s getting out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

The most important rule of your household is that you’ll never go to bed with any unsolved question (not surprisingly it was Jack’s idea), so it may happen that you two will have a long talk before sleep. Despite this, there’s nothing so consistent about bedtime, although normally Jack will settle in bed already at the perfect angle for you to cuddle against him and lay your head on his chest. Also is relevant to mention that Jack will not waste an opportunity to sleep naked.