#im just a normal little gal

[eluminium]

what a nice day it has been. i better end it on a good note with some good vibes

looks left looks right

hmmmm....

YEAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cyberm4n]

HI I LOVED UR HYPERSEXUAL FEM READER HEADCANONS UR WRITING IS SO GOOD

Soo I'm here to request the vees (mainly vox but idc) x hypersexual Fem reader pleasee 😭🙏

if not that's okay and I hope you have a nice day/night!! feel free to delete this lol

-xoxo, Ari

THANK YOU <3333 i love the vees and ive been looking for an excuse to write them so this is perfect

vees with hypersexul reader

going with the same scenario as last time- you've just finished a round and (char) is spent but you're already ready to go again

《— vox —》

■ he seems like a 2 rounds kinda guy so after that second round and yall are just laying there he is SPENT

■ so when you roll over to lay on his chest like "one more time?" with a little smile on your face, as if yall did not just violently fuck it takes him a moment

■ he's spent, so spent. but he really wants to please you

■ he'd get used to it tbh. like he's mentally prepared everytime now but maybe sometimes he can do a round 3

■ he'd resort to toys i think, only the best for his girl <3

■ there's also something he loves about getting to hold you and watch you writhe in pleasure and he just gets to watch

■ he'd always take your preferences into mind with toys too. like if you want smth specific he's got it for you

■ i feel like he might prefer if yall are spent at the same time so the foreplay goes CRAZY

■ like it's not just foreplay it's actual rounds of getting you to cum before the main event yk

■ or sometimes he'll just ask if it'd be okay to be done for the night when he is

■ he doesn't mind either way but he'd definitely want to communicate about it

■ so yeah it might take him a little bit to adjust bit he'd be just fine!

《— valentino —》

■ okay let's be real this man fucks A LOT so he can probably do like. 3 or 4 lengthy rounds before he's tapped out

■ it's making me giggle about it but like okay val is a kinky guy, and like especially if the first time yall do anything it's a little bit rougher he is SHOCKED when you're down for more

■ he's prly into something like overstim where normally you kinda gotta reel from it after so when he's done and it takes you like. a minute or two to be like "do you wanna do it again?" he judt looks down at you so confused

■ he takes a moment, blinking. he'd definitely ask if you're kidding or smth and then finding out you're not he has to take a moment

■ like, he finds it fucking awesome but jesus christ he's finally met hsi match

■ he might use toys on you or go down on you, depends how he's feeling tbh

■ i think he'd lean towards going down on you, idk he just seems like he'd be a bit of a munch.

■ and if you're okay with it when yall fuck in the future he's constantly just seeing how far you can go before you're spent

■ long story short he's totally chill abt it when he gets used to it and thinks it's fucking great

《— velvette —》

■ okay im literally giggling and kicking my feet while typing this

■ she seems like a 2 or 3 round kind of gal

■ idk femxfem sex doesn't really go in rounds ime but like. yk.

■ so after she's spent, she's like so ready to cuddle up and sleep. but then you're caressing her cheek, nuzzling into her neck. "again?" you murmur and she has to take a moment

■ cause like, she's just super surprised you're still ready for another.

■ she'd ask the most questions abt it. like she'd want to just know more so she can support you better

■ she'd go down on you tho! anytime! she definitely has toys but she seems like the type to be more inclined to eat you out

■ if she gets tired of that she'd use a toy on you. but she stays engaged the whole time, super attentive.

■ she's a service switch so like getting to keep you pleased like this makes her feel good and she doesn't mind at all

■ once again, all of them would embrace it and they do not mind at all!

■ if you guys with the poly hc for the vees i think it just makes it so much better for them to know it's really hard to burn you out

■ i loved this request ty <3

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[ibunyang]

i wanted to put more thought on that modern au doodle i did with both of these gals, Alice M. (mcgee) liddell and Alice C.(caroll) Liddell who met each other in a group therapy session because i thought it would be genius. little rant on the designs i did!! based alice c.'s clothes on the particular copy of the book that i have ! it has a green cover ; this one so more green... blue... the hearts, the clock

i wanted her to seem whimsy more "weird" the orange crocs and stuff were something i found funny, she seems the type to unironically put gibits on them and such... she has a baby doll type dress and pants over it because i just think these would fit a modern alice ? peep the cat on her pants leg hehe, the flamingos and the rose vines on her coat/sleeves are a direct call to the croquet match scene too for her hair, i love making their stark differences prominent. GOD im obsessed with it OTL shes deff a more whimsical/kind bright wonder in direct opposition to alice m's dark and dreary kind of vibe weehee

speaking of her! i really wanted to base her clothes more on the environment that the game puts us in, through the first scene specifically... but i think i kind of diverted form it just a little too much and ended up hyperfixiating on blue butterflies again because of how many times ive seen those things plunging to my death. but anyway, the sort of lace/crochet over coat based on the vale of tears...weepy tear shaped crystals that i think are gorgis. there isnt a direct reason why i placed a spade on her bag other than i really like spades. (also the spade card is somewhat always kind of associated with skulls..i think..) she has a keychain of the ruin baby and the two symbols she has on her apron, gold teeth necklace too i wanted her to seem like a more darker version of alice c. but they're basically the same font different colors type of thing. alice in wonderland has been my favorite book since childhood so UGHH im just a little less than normal about these two. WAHEE okay sorry for the rant i just wanted to point things out and babble a little bit TEEHEE

[cherry-pop-elf]

Drink With Me

George Weasley x Reader

AN: For poor @im-trying-my-best-yall who needs some needed fluff

Sum: George has been acting pretty weird around you recently. He keeps trying to say something to you, but whenever he does he seems to switch topics right before he says it. You figured he’s just stressed about planning for WWW after school ends, but it’s getting annoying now. So you confront him

Warning: Short and Sweet

“Georgie! Hey, I gotta ask you something!”

There you hurried after him, to cut him off from heading to his next class. The rare times he and Fred weren’t glued to the hip. George took up new class that just wasn’t Fred’s speed. Was something about Baking if you recall correctly. Fred prepared to cook. Had to take the chance, while he’s alone, so no one could intercept you both.

“Hey shortie, what’s up?” He would ruffle at your hair, as you quickly fixed it. Those Weasleys and their string bean genes. Made him tower over you. Always left with a hurt neck if you talked to him too long. Hopefully this will be short.

“You’ve been trying to ask me something for the past few days, and I figured now that I caught you that you can tell me. So what’s up?” You asked him. Asking seemed to be what he feared the most out of you.

His wand was soon rubbing his neck, his freckles cheeks flushing, and his doe eyes darting. He just seemed to instantly clammer up. Just not seeming to be the confident ladies man he normally is. He is just a wet hand mess. What was going on?

“Oh yeah….That. Yeah uh….Um.”

Oh how his eyes were darting around. He was trying so hard to find an excuse to not Ben in this situation right now. To find something to make him shut up. To escape this pin. But no one was around. No one anywhere, not even Peeves to give mercy to the bastard in the Gryffindor Robes. He needed to face this head on.

“Was um. Just wondering if you wanted to hit up the Three Broomsticks together. That’s all.” He tried his best to act casual, and shrug. Made you all the more confused.

Why is this making him so flustered?

“Ok��..Werido. That sounds nice. We could hit it up sometime after class. Fred and Angelina should be-“

“Without them…..”

Oh…..Oh.

Just the two of you. No brother, no other friends. Just the two of you. Like a date. Like a normal date that normal couples do. Normal normal normal little dating. Just a date between two people. A date date.

“……I uh. Yeah, I think I can do that.” You swallowed, as this was starting to really register now. He wanted to ask you out on a date. Still, why was he so flustered over it? He’s asked out plenty of guys and gals before. Never sweat this much. Even Fred straight up called Angelina across the table to the Yule Ball, and that was the end of that. What made you different?

“You weren’t dared to do this, were you?”

He stared down at you with the most offended expression possible. As if you called him a blood traitor. Some kind of slur that would make Molly faint. He looked ready to smack you, but of course he wouldn’t. He never would lay a hand on you. Unless you asked.

“What?! The hell you mean ‘was this a dare-‘ bullshit? No! This isn’t some dare. What gave you an idea like that? Fred and I have standards. Pranks like that are not only overly simplistic, but there is no joke at the end of it. Who’s laughing? No one. Give me some respect-!”

He gave you a hip bump, and it made you laugh. Helped you feel a little better over the whole situation. Maybe you were different for other reasons. Maybe he was bashful because you two had been friends for so long. It is pretty awkward to ask a friend out. If they say no, well….You can’t really take back what you said.

“Ok ok, I’m sorry Mr. Weasley. I shall never question your pranking methods again. Now hurry to class, before you get detention. If you get detention we can’t grab butter beers. Go on and get-!” You hip bumped him right back, and he gave that cute crooked smile. One that showed there was no worries to ever hold. That he’s all laughter.

“Alright I’m gone! All gone! Poof!” And down the hallway he went. Vanishing around the corner, as you now were dancing a squealing. Flapping away at your robes in total utter glee.

George Weasley asked you out.

Had you stimming like crazy, unaware that a certain red head had his own stimming session all the same. Flapping his hands to try and calm down. So damn happy you said yes.

[bruciemilf]

I'm a TJ Wayne enjoyer (derogatory) and you could you perhaps tell us the headcanons you have for TJ and Thomas's relationship in the (do correct me if I'm wrong) the ghost au (?) (where Thomas and Martha return as spirits and I refuse to believe that they would leave their other baby boi all alone 😭)

Also I gave Bruce and TJ a big sis :)

－ (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠) nonny

Extremely complicated mother/daughter dynamic

Really bringing out the Thomas flaws in this one boys, gals, and whatever pals

Thomas had certain expectations for fatherhood, and it sucks, because it’s not his children’s burden to fulfill them, but he didn’t expect bonding to be so… Slow.

I really enjoy the exploration of father guilt, being insecure in your position as a fellow guardian and mentor for this little stranger that completely and utterly depends on you for survival.

It feels like you’re God; Except it sucks, because you care.

Martha asking if he isn’t so in love with this small, rebellious, fragile and insubstantial being, and Thomas going. “…Mhm.” “…You know it’s normal not to be, right? At the start?” “At the start, yeah; But why isn’t it going away?”

Those aren’t the FLAWS per se; Those are coming next

I think Thomas would be a very hands on parent. Almost overly parental. Which breeds TJ’s u truly, rule rejecting character.

Also VERY intimate. Like. “You can absolutely tell me everything. Because I want to know everything and because I love you so much that not knowing everything riddles me with anxiety. “

TJ explicitly tells Bruce he’s very lucky he already has kids, cause god damn it, he had to put off having his own.

Apparently, girlfriends don’t like their father in law asking when’s the last time they had a period, “So I can keep track and give you the best conception time!” Go figure.

But I definitely think they’d both have the “I think you should have another baby :)” talk

Bruce: …Yeah, Papa, that’s definitely something to consider.

Thomas: no no!! Something that should happen!

TJ: what are you, collecting beanie babies, what—

Thomas: well I just figured it’d make sense! Besides, I’ve been keeping track of the best fertile season so you two can match.

Bruce :

TJ: Im LITERALLY contemplating. Not sure what, but it ends with “cide”

[koipalm]

HI YES HELLO HI HI HIHI HIHIHIHIHI. HI. SORRY, I'M TRYING TO PROCESS. YOUR. SY ASSISTANT AU. Hey. Hi. I'm in love with it. I'm in love with your au. I keep thinking of the hijinks that Shen Yuan gets into with the other peak lords. I'm sorry, but I'm going to ramble about it - if anything, it's all your fault for making such a brilliant AU. Shoot me down if I'm wrong about any headcanons I'm making about it, but teeheeheeehehehehehee. Okay, so first, thinking about Xian Shu peak. Because Shen Yuan is so irrevocably fruity that, when other guys could be being creepy over the girls upon the peak, Shen Yuan is just trying to stay upright and not pass out because of the ✨gay thoughts✨ that stop him from sleeping. The girls could even find him sweet in the way you see a dishevelled rat and go "awww!", whereas Qi Qingqi just occasionally nudges him with her foot to make sure he isn't dead. Next, next, Liu Mingyuan. The chaotic shipper herself. She sees Shen Yuan glancing at Liu Qingge occasionally and just cracks her knuckles like, "oh, this is is going to make a great book series" and, in typical fashion, starts writing everything. She, at one point, writes Shen Qingqiu as a love rival, which is something that Shang Qinghua holds over poor Shen Yuan's head forever. Liu Mingyuan is the kind of gal that has locked Shen Yuan and Liu Qingge in close quarters together just so she can make new writing about it later. Liu Qingge, who sees this pathetic blob of a man sometimes dragging himself around the different peaks (usually in spirit but, on a couple of very strange occasions, literally), has no idea where Shen Yuan came from. So, after asking his sister, he decides to ask the man himself - in what he thinks is a very normal fashion. Shen Yuan, however, sees Liu Qingge (terrifying Peak Lord of Bai Zhan) storming towards him and promptly cornering him, and just passes out. Hands down. After this, he is utterly baffled. When Mu Qingfang asks (read: scolds) about it during what can be described as a supply drop, Liu Qingge is treated to a lecture that is basically "Shen Yuan is like a little mouse whose heart will give out at any moment because he doesn't take care of himself." Liu Qingge listens and hears "Shen Qingqiu bad." It's not like he's actually trying to steal Shen Yuan in any sense of the word, he just likes the little mouse not looking ready to pass out (he would definitely force a cup of tea into the man before he lets him leave, because he's helping right? Toootally.) I did say I would ramble...I did say I would- (Sorry, I just love love love it)

thank u so much for liking it!! im actually really blown away that this many people like the au it was very simple when i thought abt it <3

& unfortunately (& i probably should have specified earlier my bad lol) shen yuan has a lot of fraught relationships with the other cang qiong cultivators! most won't say it to his face but plenty think he's putting on an act or scheming with sqq and because of how close he and sqq work he can't escape sqq's reputation in the sect. a lot of the disciples from xian shu peak actively despise him for working under sqq, while qi qingqi herself is suspicious but mostly ambivalent. liu mingyan is reserved because she eventually sees lqg and sy get along fine, and she would have a lot of fun with his stupid humor. lqg is ALSO mostly ambivalent to him bc of sqq but they grow closer together due to proximity. his whole confusion on sqq and sy's relationship would have to be a completely new post lawl

that being said shen yuan is actually fairly close to mu qingfang in a coworkers way in that mqf actively worries after his health but he's mostly unwilling to interfere in sy and sqq's relationship due to fear of retaliation. all in all i find it really fun to take the popular views on shen yuan and his relationships and make them more complicated SORRYY my bad i just think its really interesting ^^ it's not to say that he won't ever have friends its just that i think cang qiong mountain has a whole host of problems they should address and im having fun with it HAHA

[juyeonszn]

BLAH BLAH

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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[numberonetacostan]

Hi! I’m back again with another headcanon!

So, basically we all know Tacos persona in II S1 right? Annoying, stupid, semi-verbal, armless, etc? Cool, well in one of the streams Brian(?) semi-confirmed that Taco based that persona off a part of her own personality.

With that being said, and getting to my actual headcanon. Taco is the most silliest gal around. Like, hear me out. Taco does little mannerisms like bitting her nails when she’s thinking, sticking the tip of her tongue out when she’s bored, she does the T-Rex arms/hiding her arms in her shell subconsciously. All of which she did in S1. (Somewhat human AU time but is kinda relevant) She indulges (somewhat) in scene fashion and culture and fully leaned into it in S1, fully removing it in early S2 before falling back into the semi-scene zone.

In S2 after she meets Mic she tries to hide her “weird” mannerisms and such to make herself feel more formal and normal. Hiding away that silly part of her that shows up a bit in S2, I can imagine Microphone notices some “weird” behavior from Taco but it’s just her S1 personality showing though a bit.

So, TLDR; Tacos S1 persona is based on parts of her own personality that she flanderized, tried to hide said part of her personality, then fully embraced it.

Also, sorry if this is more canon focused then my last ask 😅

Hi Mushy!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for submitting another ask!!!! :D

I think I remember him saying that!!!! Regardless, I love that idea!! Going into this here real quick before I respond to what you've mentioned in the rest of your ask, but the whole s1 and everything that went down in the finale would have had a serious negative impact on Taco's self expression, yeah? Any time a silly thought enters her head or she catches herself doing something silly, it would remind her of what she did and all she's lost!! I can see her hard hard suppressing that part of herself for quite some time!!! Pushing it down and playing up her formal, serious mastermind persona. And when the silly part of her does try to pop up? That's some intense self-loathing there. We already see some of that from Taco during Taco's Tirade, her thinking herself to be monstrous and irredeemable, and when she finds herself doing something that flanderized version of herself that she made would do? That's some hard self-hatred there. I'd argue that she may have struggle with self-hatred before the whole reveal. She took a part of herself and flanderized it? Made herself dumb and loud and annoying (an: i love season 1 taco i think she is a treasure and i Do Not find her annoying)? To me, that seems like her taking a part of herself that she found obnoxious and uncouth, playing it up, and then having those thoughts about herself reinforced by most of the people around her. Anyways. That's my two cents on Taco's self-image issues, on to your actual ask!!! (sorry this one got away from me lol)

ON TO TACO BEING SILLY! I think the more time she'd spend with others, namely Mic, the more comfortable being silly around them she'd be. Like how she switches from calling Mic by her full name to using her nickname in episodes 13 and 14. Mepad might go a bit faster, despite the shorter time they had together :,(, since she had opened up to him and formed that deeper connection by opening up to him, AND since he didn't have the same suspicions about her that even Mic had upon meeting her. It would take her quite some time to be even a little silly around any of the others upon her rejoining the larger group, and if she's around some like Pickle, OJ, or even Paper, I don't think she'd relax nearly enough to be silly. BUT ON TO YOUR ACTUAL ASK IM SO SORRY MUSHY. Sticking out her tongue, t-rex-ing/tucking her arms in, casually sticking her arms out at weird angles, yes yes yes!!! Let her be weird and silly!! She may even spit out a lemon or two, in private since it is rather uncouth, just because she feels like it!!!! You go girl, express yourself!!!! :D

I don't usually put her in scene fashion, personally, but I totally dig it when people do!!! It looks great!!!!!!^^ I wish I could comment more, but I genuinely wear like the same thing every day. Not the same clothes, but like, I have like 7 identical pairs of pants and 7 t-shirts that I wear throughout the week. I've been branching out a bit recently, but like, 5/7 days of the week it still looks like I'm wearing the same thing again and again. I do not fashion, unfortunately.

Taco occasionally accidentally being silly around Mic early in their relationship is!!!! Taco would probably try to gaslight her about it honestly, tell Mic she was absolutely not humming and she's clearly hearing things and such, but like I said as she gets more attached she doesn't deny it quite as much. Mic already finds her tsundere act cute lol she wouldn't mind much I don't think. Though she'd be incredibly happy when Taco gets comfy enough to be openly silly around her <3.

NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE!!!!!! I AM OPEN TO ANY AND ALL (non sexual!!!!) ASKS, CLOSE TO CANON OR AS FAR FROM CANON AS IT GETS!!!!! I LOVE II AND EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AND EVERY CHARACTER IN IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[coinlockerrbaby]

Guys Verlaine if he wasn't a loser and also was a magical girl from hit animanga series Madoka Magica 🙀🙀 (and also a gal :3)

get ready 4 my yapping (and better quality close-ups) below!!!!

Okay so in this AU them and Rimbaud r both 19!!!

Verlaine's wish was to bring Chuuya back after he went missing; Chuuya disappeared at 5 and was gone for two years before Kyuubey showed up.

In this Chuuya's 14 and came back @ 7 so Verlaine would've made their contract at 12!!! (They've been a magical girl 4 a hot minute)

They still keep a lot of the whole "I'm not human" edginess but this time it's over being a magical girl (bro did NOT react well to finding out abt the soul gem thing). Them nd Rimbaud have a bit of a better relationship than canon cuz Rimbaud's also a magical girl so Verlaine actually feels understood in this universe.

Story-wise they both were doin pretty good until an amount of circumstances led to them having to kill Walpurgisnacht on their own. While they did succeed, they both had completely used up all their magic and were gonna become witches </3

Rimbaud pulls a Madoka and sacrifices himself with their only grief seed :( Verlaine's forced to kill Rimbaud (or the witch that used 2 be Rimbaud el oh el) and it fucks him up a little :3

Verlaine's super devastated cuz bro lost the only person who understood them and they essentially gave up on living; so they decide to just start killing witches (and quite a few magical girls!!!!). It doesn't take long for them to transform into their own witch and get killed (probably by Chuuya nd Dazai) </3

OK DESIGN DETAILS!!!

Their weapon is a sniper rifle, it's magical so they can summon it but only one at a time so not like Mami's many revolvers!! It can shoot lil mini black holes and it's pretty fancy :3

Also close-up of the Soul Gem this took like 4 tries to look okay </3

Their outfit's pretty similar, I gave them like a huge coat that they don't rlly wear cuz it'd be so impractical in battles </3 also the design on their gloves and tights are supposed to mimic brutalisation :3

(also if u look real close they have heterochromia yippee!!!)

MY FAV PART THE WITCH FORM

The runes (hopefully) spell out Guivre cuz that's the name of Verlaine's witch form :3

I wanted to reference what's described in Stormbringer so the "tail" nd "head" are inspired by that tomfoolery!! It's also supposed to mimic a dragon with butterfly wings instead of normal wings (idk why i drew butterfly wings they're just fun ig) and it also has horns :3

The lil halo thing in the back's supposed to look divine in a way????? also it just looks cool

meow

Im gonna draw Rimbaud in the future but 4 now I'm done yapping thanks 4 reading this :3

ALSO this started like 2 years ago when Pinterest did this!!!

and then my wife drew the first iteration of magical girl verlaine...

:3

[legacyshenanigans]

I’m curious to how Sebastian and Ominins would react to an Mc that had a father that works in the Ministry of Magic as a prime figurehead; not prime minister but important enough to know and be wary of the name. Everyone thinks of him as imposing and intimidating, but he is stoically shy and fretful of his only daughter all alone at a big school.

She’s supposed to be a spin of Draco Malfoy’s iconic line, “My father will hear about this” to “Please don’t let my father hear about this.” With how much trouble Mc gets into at Hogwarts, the last thing she wants for is him to get angry or most likely have a heart attack.

I can do a little something based on this yeah :)

MC: This is super risky of me to do you know, if my Dad found out the shenanigans I get up to with you both he'd be so angry, he'd probably hate you both too for "being a bad influence on me *giggles*

Sebastian: Pfft, Well, good job I wouldn't be scared of your Daddy isn't it *chuckles*

Ominis: What's your father's name? I want to know who I'd be addressing if ever such a situation happened where I'd be face to face with your father *smug chuckle*

MC: Arthur Aurelius.

Sebastian and Ominis: (?!)

MC: ....What?

Sebastian: THEE Arthur Aurelius?!

Ominis: Good lord, and I thought I had connections *grips imaginary pearl*

MC: Dont get all intimidated now for god sake!

Sebastian: Are you serious!? Your father is BIG news in the ministry! Why did you never tell us?!

MC: Because I knew you'd act like THIS. He's visiting the school tomorrow by the way, so I need you both to act normal. I'm a good girl, ok?

Sebastian: Pfffft. Lies. *smirks*

Ominis: We all know you're far from that MC *chuckles*

MC: Shut up *rolls her eye's*

(The next day)

Arthur: MC! My darling! *smiles*

MC: Hello father *all prim and proper*

Arthur: Have you been doing well?

MC: Of course, lots of work to do, always got my nose in a book, you know me *smiles* Father these are my two close friends,  Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt.

Arthur: *eyes them suspiciously as a protective father*

Sebastian: *Being overly confident* Mr.Aurelius, pleasure to meet you, Your daughter is quite the gal *smiles*

Arthur: Is she now? *narrows eyes*

Sebastian: *clears throat awkwardly* of course s-sir, a very polite and respectful young lady..Its an honour to be friends with her *side eye's to MC*

Arthur: Hmm..*turns to Ominis* And you, Ominis was it?

Ominis: *visibly nervous sweating, a small squeak leaving his mouth*

MC: ANYWAY! Father, I must run off, I have a class in 5 minutes and need to go and grab some books *smiles*

Arthur: *smiles at her* Very well sweetheart, we shall catch up later on, meet me in Hogsmeade at 6 *smiles and walks away all tall, dark and mysterious, eyeing Sebastian and Ominis as he does so*

....

Sebastian: *turns to MC* Jesus...He was definitely on to me..Its like he was staring into my soul..

MC: It wasn't that bad! Don't be dramatic.

Ominis: *shaking slightly* My heart was in my throat..That was unnerving..

MC: *sighs* he just cares so much about me, im his only daughter. He's not a monster.

~

[lokisgoodgirl]

hi babe <33

let me tell you a very funny (slightly embarrassing) story that happened last week!!

so i was helping the english department at my school clean out their big and very outdated literature study books bc im best friends with all of them duh

anyway . im casually oohing and aahing at every book i see and stealing whatever poetry book i can find that they dont want anymore

until i come across this small pocketsized book! its teal and the spine is cracked and from afar the big S on the cover and the teal colour makes it look like fucking. Shrek. so naturally i was like ???? A SHREK PLAY???

and so i picked it up bc a gal got curious!! and i look closer and it turns out to be Henry IV part 1! and bc i cant keep my big mouth shut i yelled "OH M GOD ISNT THIS THE TOM HIDDLESTON PLAY???" and the entire office went. Quiet.

And they all turned to look at me. mind you these are women who ARE in Tom's age range so they pretty much grew up with his work!!! and ofc they KNOW him its tom hiddleston. and one of them was like " the??? the tom hiddleston play??" and trying to save my dignity (not that im embarrassed but also kind of) i was like yeah ? didnt tom hiddleston play in this?? to try and keep myself casual like no what im not an obsessed fan hello im So Normal about him!! i could feel my face burst into fucking flames bc how do i explain to these women that im obsessed with his work while they look at me like they know I read fanfiction (like THEY DONT. THEY DO. I KNOW THEY DO. BC THEY ALWAYS MENTION IT.)

and so then. the entire fucking department spent the day picking up whatever stupid Shakespeare book they can find and saying really loudly IS THIS A TOM HIDDLESTON PLAY?? and i guess they ALL assume now the ONLY WAY I KNOW ANY ENGLISH LITERATURE is through Tom Hiddleston.

absolutely embarrassing. but i got to keep the book so WHATEVER.

but oh my god i think a part of my pride died that day. it was REALLY FUNNY but oh my god. no i DO know english literature i JUST HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT TOM HIDDLESTON PLAYED IN A FEW OF THEM!!! leave me ALONE.

i cannot believe i had to out myself like that. no actually i dont care but its the fact that these women KNOW the sort of stuff going on out there i am 90% sure some of them HAVE WRITTEN FANFICTION BEFORE and i had to sit there and act like i didnt just finish reading the most filthy panty melting smut of some tom hiddleston character. like hello. oh my god. it was funny but also horrifying.

anyway so now the whole department knows me by association to The Tom Hiddleston Play and a) oh my fucking god but b) cant help but giggle a little if they MUST know i AM Crazy abt him and his work idc WHAT they say (they act like they dont have friday movie nights where they watch whatever play he's got.)

anyway. the end.

This is the stuff life is made of 😆❤️ I was laughing and cringing along with you omg. So funny🤣

"IS ✨THIS✨ A TOM HIDDLESTON PLAY?!" 🤣

It sounds like they were very sweet and jokey about the whole thing. And yes, fanfiction will be no biggie to them I'd bet😂

It reminded me of when I was casually explaining to my parents why exactly my football-allergic ass was going to Soccer Aid last year with @lokischambermaid - and I fumbled and said "oh, well there's an ac-torr that she and I are fans of and so you know we're just err-"

My Mum, who I have never mentioned TH too before in my puff: "Is that Tom Hiddleston?" 🤨

Me: 😵😵"...yes"

And that was all that was said about it 🤣but she knew. She has eyes. Awkward moments are so funny in hindsight. Thank you for sharing this with me🤣

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

My Mary-Ace Merrill propaganda is working~💗💖💗💖

GOD PLEASE IF YOU EVER WANNA TALK MORE ABOUT THE GIRLIES BEING FRIENDS PLEAAAASE!! I love genderfluid Ace and it's something so strangely personal to me and so sweet and he's sooo fruity and I'm sure Nancy would adore her very strange, literal queer, of a boyfriend-girlfriend.🥺🥺

Ace: Shut up Nancy! Go water the garden with your cloudy eyes why don't you! Rain floods pouring in from NANCY!!"

Mary: Ohhh shh, shh!! It's Okey! I-i used to cry a lot to when I was little! I was real bad about biting my cheeks so I didn't make sounds...bleed right in my mouth! ....oh Nancy, Nancy, it's Okey dear, come on, shh...

Ace: ....Nancy, look...go...just...Nancy go away.

Mary: Oh Nancy, ma..maybe not today i-im sick with a cold- NO! ahah, n-no don't come over I don't need soup, spring floral cold is all...

Ace: here, don't, I repeat. Don't. You. Dare. Say a word miss water works, could power so much with your damn eyes...

Mary: ...Nancy? Can...here, for, being so...sweet and friendly to me all the time, you make me feel like a real girl! -o-oh you know, somtimes a girl just doesn't feel herself is all!!

Ace: fine you can come over but do NOT go into my bedroom, or the guest room, and if you do, ask me, and do NOT open the clothes hampers or my closet understand!?

Mary: Ace isn't home! Oh yeah, I take over the guest room! But he let's me keep stuff in his room too! Awwee he, he canceled date night? Ohh...oh- OH! i-i-i can call him! He didn't Janelle he just isn't here, oh i-im sorry I'm sure he forget, Ace is forgetful...why don't I take you out! I-im no, boy or Ace, but a girls dated i-i mean a a....well why not a show and soda?

Ace: .....Nancy, I....I'm gonna go out today, but... you can...wander around today if you'd like, the house, its...free now, do your girlie snooping.

Ace: .....Surprise?? ...i..got flowers incase you hate me- you don't? ....wlel kf xource I thought you'd hate me, I'm some queer fairy playing dress up! - YOU KNEW?! oh..date..night, y-yeah guess..and the fact you don't see us together, man your really smart remind me to never skip our anniversary or try and cheat on you💖💗💖 little miss garden detective...why that? Well...you cry and flowers need water, and flowers are jn gardens, and well...your like a detective with...connecting dots- it's bad I'm sorry...

Mary: ....morning pretty girl~ wanna go to the candy shop and swim later? Hmmm?? Yesss, this is the infamous routine I do as Mary~ yes of cource it's a wig I can't grow my hair out Nancy are you crazy!? ....now come on I need help with my zipper please.

YOU HAVE TO STOP ME!!!

I WILL DEADASS DO NOTHING TO STOP YOU KEEP IT COMIN

What if I just dreamt about them all night last night guys how deep am I in oh Lord-

All these scenarios made get on my floor in a fetal position crying HELPPPPP?? AUGHHH

Richard and Nancy would do anything for their gal in making her feel safe and happy- Nancy being sweet and hanging out with her and Eyeball literally ready to throw fists at any comment or catcall thrown Mary's way.

"remind me to never skip our anniversary or try and cheat on you💖💗💖" THE WAY I CACKLEDDD

The way Ace slowly starts letting his guard down around Nancy and getting more comfortable with her learning about when she's Mary just made me... JUST PLUCK AT MY HEARTSTRINGS LIKE A HARP WILL YOU 😫

Im not normal about this anymore and it's plaguing my mind 👁👁

[goobernormieomi]

hii do you want to maybe show us your main ocs 👉👈 (if you have any!)

I'm happy to share them! I'll give a profile along w a small desc on their personality!!

This is Creme! He's my silly guy :3 he is a very talkative and hyper guy! he definitely doesn't have great social cues as he can often be overwhelmingly close and a big yapper. He is a really sweet guy tho! if u just tell him he will understand, honestly? i think im where his personality/way of bein is kinda inspired of laios from dun mesh LMAO

This is Aiko! She's technically the main protag of the story or at least the main pov but I tend to go between her Creme n others, anyway! She's a rlly bitter person, normally quiet and can be very blunt and brash, short temper and has little social experience meanin she's beyond unaware in social situations. She isn't always angry! she just has that expression normally, and I'll be fair she isn't outright rude the moment you meet her, she can just come off defensive and provoke an argument by doing so, which she is the first to flare up so!

This is Toko! She's the other pov I focus on a lot, shes a very confident gal, and super flattering! she may come off as flirty but shes just being friendly in her own way, she can be very smug and a bit uptight like a princess attitude but she means well. She can either be the sweetest friend to you or be the most annoying person to deal with, when she doesn't like you she makes it VERY CLEAR to everyone so LMAO

This is Felix! He is. my schmookums. he's like Toko but cranked up more and a lot more entitled in his own way, he can be a brag and very self centered too, he has a really cocky personality overall but it also doubles as really playful. Unlike Toko (to some degree) his wealth and status does define him so thats why he comes off as entitled to most, regardless he's got a really smooth talk, and he's very charismatic as well, almost the opposite of Creme! I'd say they're close foils to each other personally

ANYWAY THOSE ARE THE MAIN FOUR :3 protags anyway! for the main story i hav, I hope this answers the question well :3

[lady-loveluck]

EYYY WSGGGG (sheep ruth has not left my brain and I was up until 02:30 am thinking about her)

HCS.

she canNOT control her tail. Yes, its just a little sheep tail, YES, its constantly wagging. She cant mask her emotions because of that thing!! Her ears arent any help either they fr have a mind of their own

In the musical she makes like.. little squeaks..? and I saw someone saying that that's because she has more to say, but her anxiety is stopping her. Anyway now she bleats

^she got **SO** freaked out the first time it happened. Like imagine Max, for example, Going on with his daily bullshit like idk pushing her up against a locker and saying shit to her and normally she'd squeak from the shock/impact but this time she bleated and both of them just paused like🧍‍♂️

Im imagining the school has those shiny tile/limoneloum (how tf you spell it..? Linelouem? linoleum.. BRO IDK) in the hallways n stuff and she can just... not function the first couple of weeks. Richie and pete just decided to help her so she wouldn't just go sliding down the fucking hallway 😭

^ after she got familiar with her new legs, she discovered that she can run.. SO fast. Faster than max, even . (idk how fast sheep can run but shes a small gal so I'm saying she can run real fast ion make the rules 💔 )

YAY THAT WAS IT

-💋

I THINK SHEEP CAN RUKNVERY FAST SO YEA

She's just a Lil gal

I love her so much

I imagine Pete and richie helping her walking because of the floor but if she's late they just, slide her BC of her hooves lmao

[dckweed]

hello babes, ive been working hard on plotting this series for weeks now and im quite happy to be posting the first part! Now look, im normally a tom cruise gal okay? And I went into TGM totally expecting to have my usual Tom moments like I do with any of his movies (im looking at you Top Gun, Days of Thunder, and the outsiders) but i..i had my fair share of moments over every character okay? And currently, my fixations are Bob and Hangman.

Hence, my baby Sugar Sweet was born at the moment i have this plotted for five parts, but it could definitely be extended. Please comment below and let me know if you'd like to be added to a TGM tag list ! Reblogs are always appreciated and feel free to send in some requests !

summary: hangmans very existence annoys you, he thinks you're adorably easy to frustrate. maverick knows your situation and knows you need a roommate. when he says he knows a guy named jake, you don't expect him to bring hangman to your doorstep. but can you really afford to turn him away?

warnings: mentions of death, glen powell himself is a warning because just mm he's so mouthwatering, mentions of body/weight, roommate!jake, cursing, angst? no fluff yet, no smut yet. this is fairly slow burn. reader is mostly referenced to as SUGAR..

word count: 3,519.

SUGAR SWEET, jake "hangman" seresin.

Looking back on it, Jake had never really been sure what he actually liked in a woman, every woman he'd ever slept with was usually somewhat tall and usually pretty thin, most had smaller breasts and tight little asses, and for most of his sexual adult life, that's just what he assumed his type was. Though, when he got to thinking about it, none of these girls had ever given him the feeling that his friends talked about when they were with their significant others, hell he had even asked his brother during his wedding reception how he knew that his sister in law was the one and all he had said was "i just knew". God, looking back on it now, Jake had thought that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard. His brother had gone on to explain that he just had this feeling with his wife, one that he had never felt before with anyone else (and like Jake, his brother had seen his fair share of women). Jake thought that that was absurd too. 

Well, until you came along that is..

Jake was a gym rat through and through. He spent alot of his down time at the gym, he loved watching the way his muscles worked and grew the more that he did, the longer that he did it, and he loved finding new ways to challenge his body.. So, when their top secret detachment was finished and the Top Gun leaders requested the dagger squad to stick around for a while as a more permanent group, he knew that the gym at the base just wasn't going to cut it for him anymore, and before he bothered looking for a more permanent place to live, he sought out the best gym in town. The one that just so happened to be your place of work. 

You weren't necessarily the normal person you'd find in the gym, sure there were thick girls in here, but they were girls that were thick in all the right places, with tight abs. You? You were on the opposite end of the spectrum. You were short, and curvier than a country back road, of which got you plenty of male attention sure enough when you were in your teens and were smaller than what you were now, but stress and constant working had taken its toll on you and your previous work out regiment, because of course you weren't an absolute stranger to working out. At twenty five you now had a bit of a pudgy stomach, and you swore your hair was already turning gray from the stress of your life but your little brother constantly reassured you that you were just insane, something you desperately adored about him, though you would never tell him that he was the main cause of your stress. 

Needless to say, you weren't what most people expected to see when they first walked into the Iron Side gym, and you certainly weren't what Jake was expecting when he walked in the morning after buying his membership, gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked like a God wrapped in sunshine, was your first thought when the bells above the door tinkled, before you recognized who he was and rolled your eyes. 

You'd seen him around before, when you caught the late evening shift a few nights a week at the hard deck, he was always the most noticeable one in the group of pilots he hung with, but how could he not be? Always so loud and obnoxious..God, what was it his friends called it? Badman? Bagdude? Ba.. "Bagman, isn't it?" You say, finally landing on a name you had heard thrown around towards him once or twice. 

He raises his eyebrows, pushing his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. "..fancy meeting you here, sugar.." He says, fishing for your name, he knew it somewhere in the back of his brain, had heard Bob or maybe it was Rooster call you by it a few different times. He'd only seen you a handful of times, enough to know you only worked the bar a couple nights a week, if that, and definitely enough to know that he hadn't ever expected you to be at the gym, let alone, his gym. 

"It's Y/N," You say, irritated as he sends you a flirty smirk. You roll your eyes as he fondles for his membership card on his key ring, holding the orange and black plastic card up to the scanner. It beeps once before he walks away, tossing you a look over his shoulder as he heads towards the locker room. 

"Well, Y/N, the names Hangman." He winks at you, and you roll your eyes, plopping back down into your desk chair. You didn't have times for guys like him, and the games they brought with them. You'd had your fair share of them too. 

It isn't hard to ignore him, the gym isn't too busy but you have phone calls to focus on, reminding patrons that their memberships are coming due again, though that doesn't stop you from noticing him a few times, your eyes catching once or twice on the way the muscles in his back moved as he worked at the cable machine, the lat pull downs really doing what they were supposed to..

You must've been staring for longer than you realized, mind drifting off in a daze because before you know it, there's a chin dropping on your shoulder and strands of curly hair whispering at your face. "Whatcha lookin' at?" The familiar voice asks, you let out a small screech jumping in your seat before relaxing, your hand going to the side of the boys face to give an affectionate pat to his cheek. "Jesus, Y/N, jumpy much?" He chuckles, pulling back from you. 

"You scared the shit out of me Kai!" You half yell, standing to your feet to fully look at him. He ducks as you bring a hand up to swat at him, and backs away with a shit eating grin. You notice a dark forming bruise in his hairline as he does and you narrow your eyes at him. "What the fuck is that?" You ask, grabbing his chin in your hand and turning his head to the side. The bruise is large, and goes down towards his ear, like someone had boxed him real good. "Kai Alexander did you get into another fucking fight?" 

He pushes your hand away, eyes flitting around the gym. You look around too, rolling your eyes when you notice Hangman looking your way, your voice probably prompting him to pause his workout. 

"It was an accident okay? I promise, im fine.." He says, voice more hushed now. You notice he's wearing a black hoodie with the gyms logo on it, and a pair of shorts. He had come to work out, you figured you could at least let him and save the interrogating for at home. 

You sigh, hands on your hips. "Alright, fine..go get your training in.." He kisses the top of your head before heading off towards the same area Hangman was in, you watch as they talk to each other for a brief moment, Hangman looking back over at you with pursed lips before going back to whatever he was doing. 

"An accident my fucking ass.." You mutter, sinking down into your chair again with a groan, your brother really was the cause of most of your stress. 

The rest of your day drags on, and by mid afternoon you're more than grateful for the second receptionist and floor manager to make his arrival. "It's been pretty slow, but there's supposed to be a few group training sessions tonight.." You say, grabbing your purse and water bottle and motioning for your brother to head towards your car. He had been hanging around cleaning some of the equipment for you while you worked, stressful as he may be, he was still always helpful to you in that kind of way. 

The drive home is quiet and you both sigh when the front door of your small house closes behind you, a stack of over due bills clutched tightly in your hands. You were in need of a roommate, something you'd desperately been trying to find for the past month or so, someone who could help pay rent and utilities, because even with two jobs you just weren't cutting it alone. 

"I'm going to get ready for my shift at the bar, let me know what you want for supper and ill make it for you before i have to leave.." It had been two years since your father had passed away, two long years and you had done everything in your power to make life at home as normal for your brother as possible, which included eating supper together every night. 

Kai grunts as a way of letting you know he heard you as he passes through the living room and goes straight for the hallway, smacking the top of the door frame with his hand as he does, a teasing way of reminding you that you couldn't reach it. You roll your eyes at the teenager, shuffling right behind him. 

The Hard Deck is busy tonight, you and Penny work behind the bar efficiently enough though, pouring IPA's off the tap and handing bottles of corona's and budweisers to the numerous aviators and civilians that littered the bar.

The music is loud, someone keeps repeating the same Tom Petty song on the stupid jukebox in the corner and you want to punch them for it, but the chatter of the folks is even louder. You're able to drown it out as you focus on a couple of regulars you hadn't see in a while, falling into easy conversation with them as you pour their drinks, catching up like You'd known them their whole lives. 

You're turning away from one such conversation to grab a couple of glasses for a couple that had just seated themselves near you when you hear his voice, the Texan accent thick when he calls you that damm name. "Hey Sugar," he says, catching your attention immediately. "can i get a whiskey neat and a couple more corona's please?" He asks, leaning against the backside of the bar. 

You take him in, he was plain clothed tonight, no ugly tan of his service khakis, and handsome as he was, you couldn't help but to be annoyed by his very presence, you weren't sure if it was because you were attracted to him (because you would have to be absolutely stupid not to be, Hangman was an absolutely beautiful man, and you weren't that hard of sight to not notice it) or if it was because guys like him got on your nerves..or a combination of both, and that goddamn accent didn't help.

You weren't overly fond of the cocky confident type, but good lord it did suit him. The man exuded confidence even in the way he leaned against your bar, casually enough to most people, but you could tell that there was something almost more to it. 

You nod in his direction, finishing what you were doing before pouring him a whiskey neat and grabbing the beers from the ice box. You hand them to him, and he knocks the whiskey back instantaneously, swallowing it as if it's water. You had to admit, it was kinda sexy. "Thanks, Sugar." He says, winking has he hands you back the glass. 

"My name is Y/N!" You say, watching as he turns to head back to his friends, who had grouped around the pool table. A couple of them turn their heads to watch your interaction, your loud voice catching their attention. 

"I know!" The man simply says over his shoulder, handing the beers to a woman, who takes it gratefully and the man next to him, who appeared to think that a pornstache was the look to go for. You roll your eyes, turning back to your work. 

After a few long hours, the counter starts to empty, and so does the bar itself, and one by one you start ringing up people's tabs, swiping their cards or paying with cash. Another hour or so passes and the man with the mustache and the dark haired woman are walking out together, hanging onto one another as they warble a song st the top of their lungs, completely out of tune. 

You chuckle, shaking your head at them before your attention is brought back to the counter as a credit card is slapped down onto it. "I'll pay my friends tabs too, Sugar.." He says, loving the way you go rigid at the name. He can practically feel your eyes roll before you turn to look at him. God, he thought, you've got a killer stare. 

"They're aviators too?" You ask, going to the register to do your job, you'd tallied about five or six rounds for him and his buddies, who seemed like they could drink any alcoholic under the table and still be able to fly a plane straight. 

"Sure are," He says, smirk cocking on his lips. "they're definitely nowhere near as good as me though, far as i know, none of them have two confirmed air kills." He doesn't even know why he's trying to smooth talk you right now, you aren't normally the type he goes for, but something about the way you look at him like he's about as annoying as a June bug gets his blood pumping. He's not used it that from pretty women. 

"That supposed to mean something to me?" You ask, sliding his card back to him, and a copy of the receipt for him to sign. He purses his lips, giving a quick signature. He hadn't ever missed with that line and it was quite obvious to you. 

"Guess not.." He says, pocketing his wallet, his ego only slightly bruised by your quick blow off. "Your brother looked like he got roughed up pretty good this morning..that an issue with him?"  He was genuinely curious, he could see the furious and frustrated look from across the gym floor and he knew it must've struck a nerve. The kid didn't offer much information about to him either when he asked. 

Your gaze turns hard immediately. "Respectfully, that's none of your business." You say, giving him a forced smile. "Have a nice night, Hangman."

 He tips his head at you and turns away from the bar, he knew a struck nerve when he saw one, and he already knew enough about you to know that he shouldn't try to push it with you, curious as he was. "You too, Sugar." He says, long legs striding him straight out the door before you can yell after him about how that isn't your name. 

You roll your eyes at him, going back to clearing glasses and wiping the beer nut crumbs off the bar. "Insufferable pilots, always have to get the last word." You grumble to yourself, unaware that Maverick had strode into the bar merely a moment after Hangman had left it, here to pick up Penny for the evening. 

"What's that about pilots now?" He asks, watching you with an amused smile lifting the corners of his mouth. You turn around, small smile gracing your lips. This was one pilot you could stand to be around. "Hey kiddo, busy tonight?"

You shrug, leaning over the counter to give the man a short hug, you loved the smell of his brown leather jacket. "Not too bad, made decent tips.. Penny's in the office, she'll be out soon." 

Mav takes a seat on one of the bar stools, helping you sweep off what bit of crumbs he could reach. "Hey, are you still looking for a roommate?" He asks, remembering hearing you complain to Penny about how you were barely making bills since you had kicked your last one out for giving your brother drugs. You quirk an eyebrow at him, stopping what you're doing. "His name is Jake, he's one of my aviators. He's clean, actually he's too clean if you ask me it's kind of creepy, and he's a pretty stand up dude. He has a cocky streak but he's good for his money and he doesn't make too much fuss."

You purse your lips, thinking on it. Why did the name Jake sound so familiar? It was tugging at something in the back of your brain that you just couldn't quite put your finger on. "What's wrong with where he's at now?" You ask as politely as possible, trying to gauge if he's been kicked out of his current place or something. 

"He's been on base for the last couple of months, he's not a student of the academy anymore but he's a permanent squadron member..he can live off base, he just hasn't found the right place..and we need the room he's in, we have a big class coming." Pete says, watching you think it over in your brain. 

As long as he's not as insufferable as Hangman, what do you really have to lose? You think to yourself, you can't afford to turn anyone away, not when they're capable of paying without breaking any laws, unlike Devon, your previous roommate. "Okay, well..ill meet him." You say, and Pete smiles triumphantly. "Bring him by the house tomorrow, after Kai goes to school, ill be home all morning." 

You spend the entirety of the next morning nervously cleaning and arranging your small house, your brother trying his best to stop you and calm you down, he knew better than anyone how you felt about strangers coming into the house. He offers to stay home from school, but you glare and tell him he better get on his way. Kai does as told, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he grabs a protein bar off of the kitchen bar type counter, swinging his school and duffle bag full of his baseball gear over his shoulder. 

God, you really hoped this worked out because you were dreading having to tell him that you couldn't afford to keep him in baseball if it didn't, you hated taking things away from your brother like that always so disappointed in yourself for not being able to provide for him the way that he needs or wants. Your father would be disappointed too you were sure, the man bad always made sure that his children had everything they ever asked for, no matter how hard he had to work to get it. You often found yourself wondering why you couldn't do the same as him, before you remembered that you lacked a highschool diploma, and had barely obtained a GED certificate. You had had to drop out of school when he got sick, he couldn't take care of everything himself like he used to, and Kai certainly wasn't old enough either at the time. 

"I'm doing my best daddy.." You sigh, looking at his picture up on the small fireplace mantel in your living room. "I just hope I'm doing it the right way.."

The doorbell rings and you jump, the noise cutting through the dim reverie of your life. "Coming!" You yell, doing a final sweep of the room before taming your wild hair in the mirror for a moment. 

"...she cooks too, you know.." You distinctly hear Mav's voice through the door as you unlock the deadbolt, taking a deep breath before pulling it open. 

Your eyes land on him immediately in all his tall, sun-kissed, cocky avjator glory. You'd be damned to hell if you said he didn't look good standing there in his green flightsuit, black t-shirt just barely poking through the gap in the collar. Your gaze trails downward, his helmet is attached at his waist, and you noticed his brow was awfully sweaty and smudged with a bit of dirt. They must have been doing flight runs this morning. "Him?" You glance at Mav, bewildered. "You?"  God, what gave him the right to smell so damn good when he was so clearly hot and sweaty and covered in..airplane grime. 

Jake takes you in, your jeans are up high on your waist, but loose fitting and they did look damn good on you from the front. Your top was cropped just enough to show the patch of skin between your tummy and bra that your breasts filled out entirely too well. When Mav had said that he was taking him to meet someone, a girl named Y/N, he hadn't even registered it as your name in his mind. In his mind you were simply - "..Sugar, fancy meeting you here."

Pete looks between the two of you, the ghost of annoyance littered on your face, the cocky smirk sliding its way onto Jake's.. "Hold on..you guys have met?" 

[tabbbbyyyy]

CAT FIC TIME

FULL DISCLOSURE THIS IS NOT A SHIP FIC ITS ALL PLATONIC PEOPLE CAN JUST BE FRIENDS OK.

And yes, I know this is too long with too many line breaks it just happens sometimes.

Dude I litteraly had to Google what conners nickname for Mother Goose was for this I forgot it🥲

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In retrospect, this was a fucking stupid idea. Let a drunk Mother Goose into the prank spell book collection when she still held a grudge against Xanthous for stealing the last slice of Brystals chocolate cake. Although, to be fair, it was very nice cake and in her drunken mind, this meant war.

I should probably clarify that it was Christmas eve and therefore a perfectly normal day to get absolutely wasted and bake cakes.

She giggled to herself as she scanned down the page she had chosen. It said that it was a spell to turn an unsuspecting bypasser to turn into an animal, whatever best represented them, for about 15 minutes. It was simple, just a phrase spoken aloud would do the trick, However, it warned that it was to be casted while sober and clear minded as if the pronunciation of complicated spells is done wrong, it would be corrupted and therefore be unpredictable in who it affected and for how long. Lucy completely ignored this passage as if it was invisible and instead chose to cast it anyways as, as Lucy slurred to herself,

"I dunno, mabye it'll make that idiot like green or something"

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Said "idiot" was currently sitting on a rug in the living room calmly sipping his coffee as he chatted to Emerelda about the new book they had both read. They both happened to be of the opinion that it was unequivocally shite. Can't win everything they supposed. Shame though.

They were oblivious to the footsteps plodding down the main staircase. Mother Goose hid a giggle behind her hand as she paused before the bend in the staircase hiding her from view.

"Sure im was well into middle age", thought Mother Goose "but can't a gal have some fun?" And with that she jumped out from the stairs and yelled the incantation while pointing at Xanthous, butchering the pronunciation so bad it would probably kill the man who had written the spell book in the first place( if it wasn't for the fact that he had already died about four decades ago).

Neither Xanthous nor Emerelda had time to form a measured response to this or even enough to turn around before a bright flash of light hit both of them, something Lucy hazily registered as Bad. A loud bang sounded, then a short fizzle that died away as the light did revealing.. nothing? Lucy glanced around in mild panic(only mild, she was still rather angry about the cake and not completely thinking straight) the experience sobering her up enough to realise that looking around at head height for animals wasn't very smart given that not many animals were quite tall enough for that. Slowly, with a sense of trepidation, Mother Goose looked down to the carpet on which stood two cats both blinking up at her with shock. One was a light ginger Maine Coon with darker patterns akin to flames across its back and startlingly yellow eyes. The other was of indeterminate breed but had deep grey (almost black) fur, and bright green eyes. It had an almost greenish undertone to its fur.

"Ohhh shit" Mother Goose gulped.

"Mrrp?"

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Conner and Alex, who had just returned from the Otherworld, had quite the suprise when walking into the living room. Namely, the suprise of seeing an old lady perched on the back of a sofa trying to reason with two very disgruntled looking cats.

"Hey... it was just a little spell, that's all.. it'll wear off in a bit?" Lucy reasoned as she put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Mother Goose?"

"O.M.G!"

Lucy whipped her head around at the noise, a mix of relief and amusement painted on her face.

"Hiya kiddos", she grinned nervously "dont suppose y'all could help me out?"

"Uh, Mother Goose, what the hell are you doing?" Conner asked tilting his head and scrunching up his nose in confusion.

"Well," Lucy started", I may have cast a little spell..."

The black cat hissed at Mother Goose as its fur shimmered, akin to a gemstone or stained glass. The ginger one growled and the ends of its fur caught aflame, glowing bright in the dull light of the candelabras placed around the room.

"Oh." Said Alex in understanding "you turned Emerelda and Xanthous into cats, didn't you Mother Goose."

"I ..well..." she sighed "yes."

The cats both turned to face the twins, took in the situation, and dulled their respective powers. Now that they were placated a bit due to the twins presences and their need to stay professional, the twins had time to actually look at the cats. Yep, definitely Xanthous and Emerelda. Fuck.

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The rest of the council had appeared in twos and threes from their respective corners of the Palace. Mother Goose sheepishly filled them in of the situation at hand. They came to the agreement that it was best to just wait it out (then laugh at the two fairies afterwards but that part was left mainly unspoken). They all stayed in the living room however, to "drink into Christmas" as Tangerina put it (Par the twins who were too young to drink of course)

After this, said cats had strolled off to Emerelda's bedroom, due to its comforting feel. They sat side by side on the bed, curled up but not asleep. Waiting wasn't either of their strong suits and they were both anxious to get back to being fairies so they could kic- I mean calmly berate Lucy. It was odd, being a cat. Too much fur. And the embarrassing urge to purr contentedly when you're curled up on a soft bed. Xanthous listened to the chatting downstairs, his feline ears pricking up and flames crackling quietly as he absentmindedly eavesdropped on the conversation going on downstairs, whilst not really taking in any information. Emerelda ignored the voices her improved hearing picked up and tried her best to rest without accidentally falling asleep.

A bang.

Simultaneously, both cats shot up from the bed, ears pinned back in distress, instantly on alert. Perhaps from cat instincts, perhaps from previous experience with loud mysterious bangs. It's hard to tell, really. Their fur stood on end, making them look rather like electrocuted raccoons. They looked at each other in shared fear. What the fuck would be making those noises this late at night? Then it struck them and their eyes widened in sync with each other.

Fireworks.

Of course, it was Christmas eve. Shit.

A few more erratic bangs sounded. It didn't matter that they knew what they were, they were still deafening due to the new ears. Xanthous whimpered quietly, slinking backwards as his flames peaked and trying to make himself shrink to as small as possible. Emerelda's tail whipped back and forth as she too stepped back, instinctively moving in closer to Xanthous, knowing he never liked this kind of thing even as a fairy. Xanthous welcomed this with relief and curled in close to Emerelda as they both flopped back down on the mattress. Their paws intertwined as they curled up in a pile, both seeking out the comfort of their oldest friend. Or one of them at least. They hunkered down and waited for the worst to pass, closing their eyes and keeping their ears pinned back.

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The council and the twins were watching the fireworks out of the living room window with interest. It was a rather beautiful display, although some was covered by trees. All in all, a satisfying display.

Something was nagging at Skylene though. She felt as if she was forgetting something. Was something missing perhaps? Was someone missing? Well Xanthous and Emerelda weren't here but they had disappeared because they had been pissed.... because they had had a spell put on them.... because they were... cats.. with cat ears... when there was fireworks...

Oh shit. That can't be good.

"What about Emerelda and Xanthous?!" She blurted out suddenly.

"What about them, Xanny and Em are just upstairs" dismissed Mother Goose, waving around a glass of wine with reckless abandon.

"Fireworks have to be awful for them, being cats and all." Argued Skylene.

"Oh," Lucy said, the effect of her spell just dawning on her,"whoops"

The rest of the council and the twins, attention dragged away from the fireworks, frowned disapprovingly (well except for coral who can do no wrong).

"Ight fine, jeez yall are harsh," muttered Lucy,"I'll go check on them, make sure they haven't like, exploded or anything"

Tangerina sighed and rolled her eyes. Skylene raised an incredulous eyebrow. The rest of the room turned back to the fireworks one by one, the situation was dealt with.

Mother Goose slowly lugged herself up the stairs. It not that she didn't feel bad for turning them into cats, she did, but why does every one of her pranks always have to end up wrong? It was supposed to be only Xanthous, and it was well past 15 minutes by now.

"Should've read the bloody small print" she muttered to herself as she rounded the top of the curved staircase and set off along the corridor. She tried Xanthouses room first, with no luck. Her heart rate sped up. As much as she said she hated the council, she couldn't truly deny that she didn't care. She knew that Xanthous would hate the fireworks, and even more as a cat. She tried Emerelda's next, at least she should be there right? As she peered into the room, she had to slam a hand over her face to hide a rather un-Mother-Goose-like squeal.

Emerelda was here, but tangled up in a ball of fur with Xanthous. Xanthouses fire was out, and he was asleep but purring gently. Emerelda was drowsy, but cracked open one green eye to stare disapprovingly at Lucy. Her fur shimmered threateningly as to show Mother Goose that she still had her magic, then, perceiving no threat, she closed her eye and curled back into Xanthouses fur. Lucy still had a hand over her mouth muffling what had now turned to incredulous laughter.

"Holy shit," she thought," but why are they so calm about me seeing this?" She pondered this for less than a second, before making the decision that, yeah that's really not that odd, everyone here is clingy as shit. She watched them for a second more, hand now hiding a small smile, and listened to their conteded purring. "See! Sometimes I do useful shit!"thought Lucy triumphantly, ignoring the fact that it was a complete accident on her part.

And with that, Mother Goose walked out, closed the door softly, and strolled back down to the living room. The fireworks stopped seconds later and the others turned away from the main window.

"Are they OK?" Asked Alex, brow furrowing in worry.

"Yeah," said Lucy, remnants of a smile still gracing her features," they don't seem very worried about it". She sat down on the sofa and picked up her glass of wine, squinted at it and then,

"Yeah let's get something stronger, ima go grab the whiskey, you wanna have the rest of this shit Conner?"

"NO-"

"LUCY-"

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What I imagine Xanthous and Emerelda as looking like in this

Thx for reading yall, sorry this took so long. Also yea after this Lucy gets the shit beaten out of her(not pictured).

If yall spot any grammar errors or shit pls tell me this was not beta'd.