#paddle pop headcanon

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Driving Habits | TF141

Disclaimer: Some of these are UK specific, including the style of car, manoeuvres, terminology, and gearbox. That's what happens when the boys live and work mostly in England! Also, I am almost taking my practical test in September, and I need to rant about certain habits. Sorry in advance to Soap and Ghost. Love you both, boys.

Credit to @soaps-mohawk for giving me the inspiration to explore this headcanon! It began with an exploration into what cars TF141 might drive! You can see the original post that inspired this here.

+ Including interactions when driving with an S/O!

Notorious one-handed driver. The other hand is either on the gearstick - just resting, contemplating - or mediating between the gearstick and your thigh. He loves a good reverse bay park. (He's an absolute beast at it, too. No need for minor adjustments. He just... knows the space. And he will make fun of you when you can't park as perfectly as him). Helps to get the shopping in better, because at least you can get to the boot! Has been known to swerve a little bit for birds in the road, but that's because he's an avid watcher, and the poor things get enough grief as it is - he wants to still be able to watch Robins and Thrushes in the trees on the weekend!

Captain John Price:

He does, however, neglect rabbits, foxes, badgers, squirrels, and rats. And the... occasional deer in Scotland? Not out of malice - not at all - but they're not worth swerving over and potentially causing a collision for. He might, only if you're with him - because you'll squeal if he doesn't and positively become harrowed by its body popping beneath the rear tyre - but it's much safer for a driver to simply ram it into the gravel than to mess around with the safety of himself, other drivers, and - of course - you.

Takes extra care around vehicles with stickers that denote that the occupants of said vehicle - bar the driver or secondary passengers - are animals or children. He will be extra sure to check his mirrors, touch on the brakes if need be, and will actively scan for dangerous drivers that he can shield the car from. His duty is to protect, after all, in whatever capacity.

That being said, in his youth, he was known to drive... a little faster than required. Only on country lanes does he still retain some of his more... reckless habits. He may go a touch too fast around corners, and ignore the chevrons that indicate the severity of a turn (one arrow, two, three), and if the road opens up to a sprawling range, whereby speed control for tight corners and blind junctions is not an issue, he will... perhaps... occasionally - only rarely if you're in the car with him - let her rip.

Begrudgingly drives your shuddering little Fiat 500 or itty bitty Hyundai i20 (hey, what do you mean, tiny, it's perfect for the city, John! Pay no mind if your boys giggle and point when you turn up at the base in it...), though much prefers the Triumph Spitfire, 1979, mint-condition, that he bought in 2008 for three grand and fixed up over a ten-year period (when he wasn't deployed, that was) which is now worth £18,000. That is his profit! But he won't let another soul touch it, drive it, or so much as look at it - unless it's you, on a good day - until the day he dies. It's in stunning condition, but God help you if you reverse into the driveway without him watching like a hawk, wiggling his hand as if it were the paddle of an aeroplane conductor, telling you to move closer to the wall and risk scratching your car just to protect his darling baby. It... oh no... it might be the only thing he loves more than you...

But those roads are his home, that's all!

Always, always, always over-revs the engine to get out of a junction. He can't help it! He's used to manoeuvring through rough terrain with a car the size of a military tank - he's bound to forget to treat a normal car with a normal amount of strength. He comes flying into and out of roundabouts for that exact reason! He has to get on and off them quickly enough - don't you know, they're deathtraps, they are!

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley:

He's also prone to checking his side mirrors and rear view mirror an inordinate amount of times for a twenty-minute pop to the shop. He is convinced that the Kia Sportage behind him is right up his tail - he's sure it's stalking you in the passenger seat, especially with your bumper stickers on the rear, the nasty perverts - no matter how many times you explain to him that the mirrors are convex! They will make everything seem closer than they truly are! Now, however, he does not and will not ever brake-check a car, but he will sure as hell give them the dirtiest stare if they decide to overtake him... or until they back off a few more feet behind you.

The poor man gets impatient at lights. He does. And crossings, too. Train, tram, pedestrian, any and all of them. Despises them all. He'd rather a set of traffic lights for people to cross at, than have those silly zebra, pelican or toucan markings along the road that he has to pray Grandma Doris won't divert her walking cane in its bilateral direction. Oh, and he bounces his leg like there's no tomorrow. Again, he can't help it! He isn't used to waiting in cars. He's used to tumbling down roads in Middle Eastern deserts as the crow flies. None of those silly turns and re-routes into estates because he took the wrong turn at a junction. He wouldn't have messed up had he had time to think! Had there been no traffic! And, oh, Christ, the traffic. Simon does not like traffic. He does illegal U-turns as soon as he sniffs there being a road closure - that's how much he dislikes waiting!

You'll never forget the day that he wrenched the handbrake up way too high, and you had to get your father to re-tighten it. You're sure there aren't any more notches he can lift it to. You're rarely ever on a hill that warrants it. He'll crank it up six times just to stop at the traffic light before the Tesco. It's bloody Tesco! It's not Mount Kilimanjaro!

Never gets the bite point consistently. Never gets the damn bite point. Always too low or too high. He doesn't over-rev it like Ghost does, but the amount of times he stalls the bloody car, thinking he's in another one of those tank-sized vehicles that has a brand-spanking new bite point - or dare he say, an automatic gearbox that doesn't even require a clutch - is incalculable. You'd think the man has only just learnt to drive!

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish:

Notoriously speeds through built-up areas. Often commits to doing 45mph in a 30mph zone. Only when there isn't anyone around, like at nighttime! He consistently zooms past speed cameras in his BMW. His poor 3L engine is just too powerful for those dinky little roads. And, promise, he doesn't do it on purpose! He just routinely forgets to glance at his speedometer (and his mirrors, but that's another issue), and he drives for himself and himself only. In fact, he often hums to himself and forgets you're even there, beside him, clutching onto the internal handle on the roof in case he veers too suddenly to either side. His object permanence doesn't prevail unless he has one hand on your inner thigh, and if he doesn't, well, you can kiss safe driving habits goodbye.

(Oh, and he always sits on the brake. And bite + gas. The handbrake is too cumbersome, and his feet are strong enough, Goddamnit!)

Alright, that isn't to say he's an... unsafe driver. He's only slightly inconsiderate. He brakes too harshly, too late, too suddenly, he coasts on the clutch around corners, he never feeds the steering wheel, and he sometimes forgets to check his mirrors before turning into a junction (but he's never T-boned a cyclist... yet... you can give him a tick for that one). But he hums and whistles a nice tune to himself - he prefers it to the radio, and that's not to say he prefers quiet so he can hear the sound of the engine, no, no... never... not at all - and he always makes an overt point to note every field of cows, sheep (especially horses!) as well as every cat he sees lurking along the pavements. Never dogs. Doesn't like the bastards. Got bit once. That was enough to turn him right off.

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Beautiful driver. Test-accurate. He could re-take it today and pass with flying colours. What a brilliant driver. The only bad habit he's picked up is driving with one hand (he tends to bite his fingernails on the other when he drives - helps with the stress of commuting in London), and never feeding the steering wheel through his hands. He does the wipe-on, wipe-off manouvre, mostly because he looks hot when doing it, though he tries not to. Mama Garrick always swats his hand whenever he does it because that's how drivers get into accidents, baby!

Car-shares with his mother, whether it's in her duck-egg blue Kia Picanto or his lime green Ford Fiesta - it has failed its MOT three bloody times, and he's revived that girl from death's vice grip more times than he can count, it has the mileage of a postal worker in the 1700s, nearing 200k - but this gentleman always remembers to bring the seat forward and upright after he's finished using it, so that her feet can touch the pedals, and to, naturally, reduce her back pain. He does the same with the headrest, too, because if there's anything he cares about more than his job, it's the safety of his family and friends!

Tends to drive on the cautious side. The only minor fault he'd get in a test would be hesitance because he simply doesn't trust any other driver but himself. His mother drilled that into him. She said that there's nothing worse than watching a car flash its headlights and signal you to go, with caution, as always, because the flash is not universal for 'go', only to pull in front of you and trigger you to emergency brake. Or, God-forbid, a pedestrian puts their hand up at you before they've even crossed the bloody road, and he has to slam on the brakes like he's Speedy Gonzalez at a traffic light. Lordy Lord.

Never mind the fact that he waits too long at pedestrian crossings because there could be somebody shrouded by that tree on the corner there. Do you see it? Over there! No, behind the sign, love! There could be someone - oh, whatever. He has to wait to make sure it's clear - otherwise, Grandma Doris is getting bumped in the legs and thrown fifty feet along the road! And he cares about the elderly!

Always nervously bites the insides of his cheek at roundabouts. Which is the most bewildering part of all, because he's so good at them! He always signals onto the roundabout. Never cuts lanes. Always follows directions perfectly, and if he doesn't, well, I guess you're taking a different route until you can turn around in a safe place. He always signals off the roundabout, too - even at mini-roundabouts - but he'll scrunch his face up every time, huff, and mutter:

"Yeah... botched that one."

...Regardless of how many times you tell him that he's a gorgeous driver! It's sexy, too, how he abides by the Highway code and gives way to more cars than he really should - no, except he really should stop doing that, actually, they're starting to take advantage of his kindness and he doesn't realise it - and how he's so... so... so fucking smooth with gear transitions. Going from stationary to a comfortable 20mph? He'll pop that sucker so fluidly into third (or second, if it's his mum's car) with such prowess that you barely notice the engine take the gas he's giving it. There's no jolt between first and second. He plays those gears like he's bowing a violin. How delicate his fingers are. How gentle his touch. It's mesmerising to watch.

And, you're about ready to give him your hand in marriage when you notice that every time he comes to a stop - on a hill, at a traffic light, in crawl traffic, waiting to turn into a junction, he puts the handbrake on, then takes his foot off the foot brake, then knocks the gearstick into neutral, then takes his foot off the clutch, and waits patiently like the darling man he is. Unlike someone else, he never sits on the brake...

Gaz even brakes in ample time, and you thought he couldn't be more perfect! That's what really gets you going - he gives the car behind him just the right amount of time to slow down that it's almost a waltz, and he's the conductor of traffic. Though... maybe don't let him get trapped at a stalemate on a mini-roundabout where all cars are turning left and are subsequently blocked by the need to give way to the right... his poor brain will short-circuit! If he does, give him a pat on the thigh and let him wait for someone else to make the first move - he hates decision-making when he's off-duty.

Bonus Round - Road Rage!

Captain John Price:

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Road Rage? You mean, showing a healthy amount of anger and vigour towards a bloody idiot driver? You mean... baring his teeth and swatting a hand at them, occasionally honking the horn past eleven-thirty, even if people are sleeping, or pulling out one of his anger-insurance cigars? That's what road rage is? Well... Christ, he must be terrible for it. Don't tell his boys that... they think he's the most level-headed man on base.

He's slightly oblivious to the technique of cars around him. He drives like he's the only driver in the world, because usually he is - except for those fuckers behind you who won't back off - but if something does happen, and if it isn't too much of an issue, he'll grunt, clench his teeth, grip the steering wheel and let out a muttered 'bastard'. If, however, something really irritates him - especially if another car puts you in danger - he'll honk the horn and flail his hand at the windscreen in the hopes that the driver sees his frustration (even if you're the one driving, he'll reach over and honk the pad for you, even though you've told him not to!)

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish:

Well... he certainly knows a lot of Gaelic, doesn't he, your boy? You've hardly a monkey's bottom of what he's saying, but the vitriol in which he says it - he's not known for bottling his anger very well - makes it clear to you that he needs a hug and de-tox before bedtime. If the accused does anything on the defensive or antagonistic, he has been known to pull up beside them on a two-lanes-go-straight-on road marking, even if it isn't the right way to your destination, just to glare at them and give them the... stern finger. Maybe... maybe a word or two about precious cargo.

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Gaz is a simple guy when he's off-duty. He will sigh, tut, shake his head, and mumble 'nutter', or a very hushed 'oh, you absolute...' (bonus: he never finishes his sentence!) It's what his mum does! If another car puts you in danger, he may groan and roll his eyes - but he always asks if you're okay as soon as, and apologises for the sudden violence of his attitude! What a sweet man.

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[peoplesgraves]

Do you still do Yandere Trix x reader? If you do can you please do a beach head cannon one? No rush I’m just really invested in your yandere Trix stories ❤️

Yandere Trix X Reader Beach Headcanons

•The trix are not beach people. Icy prefers cold weather, Stormy hates all the people and Darcy just finds sand and how it gets everywhere disgusting. They’d only ever go to the beach if you asked them. You’d probably have to beg until it gets to the point where it’s less annoying to just take you and get it over with.

•Stormy will end up getting into the whole beach day though and might even become a bigger beach bum then you. She’s the one paddling out into the ocean with you and trying to convince icy and Darcy to play chicken with you two. Whenever you take a break to rest on the sand, Stormy will be combing the beach and finding the prettiest shells and sea glass bits to bring back to you. Also she probably brings back something gross like a torn off crab claw or something to show you.

•Darcy doesn’t like the beach but she likes seeing you happy so she’ll suck it up and participate in some things. She’ll help you build a sand castle or bury Stormy in the sand. She’s the one who’s making sure you stay hydrated and slathering sunscreen on every chance she gets. She’ll ignore your protests that you can do it yourself, partially because she knows she’ll do a better job and partially because she’ll never miss a chance to touch you.

•Icy is the worst. she’s like a pouting kid the whole time. She stays on the beach under an umbrella and just scowls. She’ll snarl at anyone who comes near her. Any stray seagulls get turned to a block of ice and stray beach balls are popped without care. The only time she’d be remotely happy is when you get tired and come to sit with her and take a break. Icy will hold you to cool you down and only act marginally annoyed at getting wet and covered in sand.

[miss-andromeda]

Andi and Don Headcanons

Inspired by the amazing @kikithedreamerwriter! Thank you for the brilliant idea 🩷

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(P.S. Andi's face claim is Maddy Kendzior, in case you were wondering who this is 😊)

Note: Most, if not all, of these do not take place in the established universe of the show, this is purely for fun. Most are goofy and chaotic, but regardless, do reflect on their relationship. 

Both Andi and Don are huge fans of Stranger Things - and they often quote lines to each other for the fun of it, like “I am on a curiosity voyage, and I need my paddles to travel,” “You know that means you suck, right?”, “Mornings are for coffee and contemplation,” and calling each other mouthbreathers to make fun of each other. 

That being said, Andi’s favorite characters are Max (she finds it funny that her voice and Max’s are the same - if you know, you know 😌), Eleven (she audibly cheered when she heard “I dump your ass” in season 3,) Robin, Dustin, and Erica 

Donnie’s are Dustin, Nancy (mostly because she reminds him so much of Andi,) Max, Will, and Joyce (he’s a diehard Jopper shipper)

They have clashing music tastes - and will often debate what music is better. Donnie’s tastes are eclectic, ranging from classical music to hip-hop and hard rock. Andi is more focused; she loves indie and alternative pop and rock. They’ll have literal debates analyzing every detail of what they listen to - like the history of the genres, important figures, and how significant it’s been to the musical landscape. More often than not, though, the other boys and April will side with Andi, purely because Donnie’s tastes are so left-field. 

Their relationship is a mix of two different dynamics; the overly sweet couple that makes you wonder if they’re “goals” or are just annoying, and the sarcastic couple that can/will be mean to those around them - except to each other.

Andi’s personality type is ISTJ-T (Turbulent Logistician), while Donnie’s is ISFJ-T (Turbulent Defender)

It’s canon that they’re both extremely intelligent - and while it’s not often, they would sometimes have competitions and debates to see who is smarter. So far, they’re tied in debates (they’ve both won 3 each,) but Donnie is winning in terms of competitions, as he’s won 7 while Andi’s only won 5.

They often do nerdy things like read together and stargaze, but one of their best memories was raising a group of butterflies together - they were named Cornelius, Meredith and Oliver. And yes, both of them teared up when they were let go into the world.

Both of them are not morning people in the slightest. Unless the two of them have their preferred drinks immediately after going into the kitchen (Donnie his cup of coffee and Andi her tea,) they will scowl at anyone who tries to talk to them or groan at any questions asked of them.

(Because it's me,) Donnie would be a casual Swiftie - not a diehard fan, but likes the singles, and some songs off each album (though he absolutely adores folklore and evermore, and seven, the lakes, peace, ivy and coney island (especially when Andi learns the lyrics and duets with him) are his favorite songs.

To follow up, he's converting Andi into a Swiftie as well - her favorite albums at the moment are Red and Midnights, and her favorite songs from each are State of Grace and Paris (though she relates the most to I Almost Do and You're On Your Own, Kid)

They are fiercely protective of each other - and will likely kill anyone who messes with their partner. Andi’s more frequent in resorting to such measures, but when Donnie’s pushed that far, he’s more dangerous.

They have considered hacking into a national database - and threatened to do so on many occasions.

It’s rare that the two of them get into a fight, but on the off chance that it does happen, it’d be quiet, but intense - lots of glaring (mostly from Andi) and teary eyes. One of three instances will happen, depending on who was at fault.

If Andi was the one who was wrong, it’ll take a while for her to apologize - her stubbornness is cranked up to 11 in a fight. But eventually, she’ll trudge over and apologize, putting her arms around Donnie and explaining why she got so upset. 

If Donnie was at fault, he’ll grovel at her feet - begging for her forgiveness and doing everything he can to tell her that he was wrong for hurting her and that he’ll do anything to make it up to her. 

If both of them were at fault, Andi would request that the two of them just stay away from each other, and as much as it would hurt Donnie, he would reluctantly agree. They’d spend upward of a week away from each other - and then when the distance gets to be too much for them, one of them will text the other and whoever received the message will book it to where the other person is - either Andi’s apartment or the lab in the lair. 

Playing off that desperation of seeing each other, they can be quite clingy with each other. Donnie is more clingy naturally, but when Andi goes through something traumatic (which, spoiler alert, will happen in her story…multiple times,) she will cling to him like she’s gonna lose him if she lets go. 

Overall, while their relationship has a smidge of fairy-tale wonder to it, they have an undying love for each other that’s as real as anything - regardless of what (or who) tries to break it.

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[kandidandi]

headcanon that the dca makes houses they’d like to live in out of paddle pop sticks

[moutainmouse]

If i were to *hypothetically* write paddle pop fanfic could someone give me tips or headcanons pls

[daily-rayless]

Sabin!

Oooo, that's a good one! Sabin's a character I never thought much about when I was younger, but I've come to appreciate him. I think it helps I've come across a lot of great fan art of him, so he's become a surprisingly big presence in my reblogs.

Favorite thing about him:

Just as a surface thing, he seems like such a good guy -- down to earth, passionate, ready and willing to fight for his loved ones. I love his big beefy design. He has some seriousness in his backstory that's there for exploring, but there's also this very fun silliness to him -- holding up the corner of a burning house, diving into a river after Ultros, and of course suplexing the train. I think if I have to cite one favorite thing, it's the potential for humor, how he can do these very extreme off-the-wall things which seem to feel perfectly normal to him.

Least favorite thing about him:

He feels underutilized in the story, especially given he's one of your core party members in the second half of the game. It feels like, character-wise, he has less going on than Celes, Edgar, or Setzer.

Favorite line:

I can't think of any off the top of my head, but his laughing graphic is really cute.

brOTP:

The contrast between him and Edgar is enjoyable. Honestly, I feel like Sabin's bluff straightforwardness could play well with a lot of the party members; someone could write an interesting story about him and, say, Setzer on a mission/heist together, and have no end of fun contrasting them. But I'm going to go with Celes -- she's cold and stern, he's warm and cuddly, but I think they could meet in the middle and have some great character moments -- especially given how they both abandoned the lives other people had planned for them.

OTP:

I don't have one for Sabin. I think, at least at this point in his life, he's not looking for anything big, so if he did get with someone it would be pretty casual. Like with the previous answer, I think he has a lot of potential for fun and humor in any pairing, especially with a strongly contrasting personality, but there's also enough seriousness in his backstory to allow for some deeper, more emotional moments. I've seen some people float the idea of SabinTerra, and that definitely has possibilities -- Terra has very little concept of human love on any level, and Sabin would be able to relate to her as both a friend and a love interest. Plus, you just know he gives good hugs.

nOTP:

None that's a very interesting hot take -- I wouldn't go with Edgar? -- like I said, I haven't put too much thought into Sabin's love life. Even though Sabin's very warm and friendly, I think it might be difficult to write him in some pairings, at least believably.

Random Headcanon:

Oh, I'll have to think of something right now. Okay. Sometimes he misses the ghost that accompanied him on the ghost train. They didn't talk much, but he liked the ghost.

Unpopular Opinion:

Do people have polarizing opinions on Sabin? Hm. I think it's equally valid to draw him with a scruffy beard or without. How's that for controversy?

Song I associate with them:

I thought about this, and I came up with "I'm on My Way" by the Proclaimers. It's very upbeat, a little goofy and bouncy, a little forceful but in a jocular way. I can imagine Sabin singing this under his breath as he mountain climbs (or furiously paddles down the river after Ultros).

Favorite picture of them:

The first one that popped into my brain was this gem:

There he is, covered in who knows what, hauling a whatever-that-is over his shoulder, in the floofiest yellow pants he could buy. He looks absolutely feral, but at the same time, you can see the resemblance to Edgar. I also really like his expression -- gazing off into the distance, something gentle and happy about the set of his mouth. His life isn't for everyone, but it's right for him.

Thank you for the ask!

Meme taken from here.

[divinepowerfulgoddess]

Paddle pop as husbands and father HCs!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Paddle pop is best husbands honestly everyday waking up in the morning always kissing on your forehead when you are asleep

Paddle pop was kinda overprotective over you because he didn't lose his loved one again

He was always out of nowhere kissess you from behind or hugging you from behind out nowhere

Since you marry paddle pop you becoming unofficial member of their team

Paddle pop was always kissess you anytime he can

Sometimes you always becoming his emotional support

Ofc you help his kingly matter because he kinda fucking suck at it

Paddle pop always passionately flirt on you everyday like " "Bangun tiap hari untuk kerja aja aku siap, apalagi bangun rumah tangga bareng kamu sayangku" Atau ". "Semanis-manisnya masakanmu, tetep kalah manis sama senyumanmu putriku"

Everytime when you making dinner btw paddle pop gonna always help you with it

He always call like my treasure or darling, sweet cheeks mostly princess,my queen

Paddle pop was easily get jealous when someone flirted with you

Paddle pop loving teasing lot than ever and kinda loving to making you mad

Paddle pop every day always saying i love you no matter what

He and you share some broken humor together even you guys joking with each other

Paddle pop love having deep conversation with each other and cuddling without caring the world

He love kissing you or hugging from behind even public places

As an father

When you and he had kids btw paddle pop fucking freak out like if he gonna great dad as his dad

Paddle pop always the one who take care of the kids like when they crying in middle night he always reassure and wait for sleep in his arm or changing their diapers or feeding them

Paddle pop was very overprotective because he know ugly worlds out there he always check in the kid if they ok or scold them if they are not careful

Paddle pop gonna a father always tear up when the kid going to school for first time

Paddle pop is pretty stern if the kid is disrespectful he always scold them but after that he just giving them advice

He is father who always tell how proud he is

Paddle pop always keep artwork or art of his kids

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Inspired by @t0t4lly-n0t-z4hw4

Seohyuun is out

[bound-vivisection]

hello sir! i was wondering if you have any 24/7 dynamic headcanons to share? i just. love the 24/7 dynamic and im living through your steddie posts lmao

hope you are well <3

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Oh boy do I!

I am doing good thank you so much for asking. I hope you are doing well too. 😊

So we all know that this is Steve’s first d/s dynamic, but what a lot of people don’t know is that it is also Eddie’s. Most of what he knows is self taught and because of this sometimes he doubts himself. Steve is always sure to clear those thoughts from Eddie’s head though.

Steve and Eddie can always be seen having some form of physical contact. Not only is this because they love affection, but because it make it easier to secretly use the “tap” system when they are in public. (2 taps slow down, 3 stop). This is not only great for public play, but also in tense situations where one might get anxious.

Speaking of public play almost nowhere is safe. Steve genuinely can’t go to The Hideout without popping a boner because of how many memories he has of Eddie getting him off in different places of the club.

Steve is shy when it comes to saying what he wants and how he feels, so Eddie loves asking him questions where Steve has to verbally answer with more than just yes or no. “Do you want me to spank you with my hand or the paddle baby? Use your words for Daddy.”

Eddie choosing Steve’s underwear for him everyday, if Eddie forgets or can’t choose for some reason then Steve goes without them.

Despite being a brat, Steve doesn’t actually break his rules very often. He just like to ride the fine line of Eddie’s rules. Eddie knows this and has a specific lost of “funishments” that he uses when Steve wants to be put in his place.

Eddie will only give a punishment after he has discussed with Steve as to why he is receiving it, and after punishments he is quick to praise the boy about how well he did, and about how he is forgiven.

Steve has accidentally slipped up and called Eddie “Daddy” several times in front of Nancy and Robin. Both girls gag every time.

[cowteapot]

Boyfriend HC

Argyle x Reader

Warnings: substance use, cursing, mentions of sex

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You two met after you ordered a pizza. The call to surfer boys originally supposed to be for a simple cheese pizza but turned into a hour long conversation before he showed up to your place “where’s the pizza?” “Shit.”

You became friends after realizing you went to school together but that friendship blossomed into making out in his van

He’s a huge supporter of you no matter what, whatever your passion is he’s right there cheering you on

You stick up for him always, anyone calls him stupid he basically has to hold you back before you rip their flesh off

Out of all of the boys I’ve done so far on my Boyfriend Headcanons list I’m gonna say Argyle plans the best dates. He like to take you to places you can talk so definitely not the movie theater or an amusement park, he’ll take you out for ice cream on the beach, mini golf, or even just shopping in the little strip malls by the beach

He can surf and really well. You love sitting in the warm sand and watching him hit the water, long hair pulled back into a braid swaying against his body as he stands up on the board the collides with the salty water as he rides out the wave

Definitely tries to teach you, starts out with you two sitting on a board together as he paddles out to get you used to it, he’ll jump off and sit in the water while helping you pull your body up on the board in the still water before your ready to get on your own board

If you ever do ride a wave he’s not far from you screaming with his arms up in the air, once you’ve ridden out the wave he paddling over to you and tackling you off your board with screams of praise

Dancing in the kitchen is such an Argyle thing. Socked feet against linoleum, twisting and turning your bodies together to songs like Is This Love by Bob Marley or I’m a Believer by the Monkees

He LOVES shotgunning with you. Watching you inhale the smoke with an intense stare makes him week in the knees

Giggly during sex, low moans mixed with hearty airy breaths. He does the thing where he slides his hand up into yours and holds it just ugh I love him

You two have matching bracelets that you swore on never removing and in his words “only way this suckers getting off me is if you take my arm”

Matching Halloween costumes are a must. Velma and Shaggy, Westley and Buttercuo, Jareth and Sarah let’s just say you two always go over the top with your costumes and have won quite a few competitions

I see him as loving to touch you with his feet especially if you hate it. He loves when your sitting on the couch watching something and completely ignoring him so he’ll put his toes right on your face “ARGYLE STOP” and he gives a nice little shove pushing you onto the floor below

He wants nothing more than to live in a van with you. Traveling around like nomads and living off the land, the idea of home being where ever you park it gets him all giddy

He doesn’t really have a dream job. When he was younger all the other kids would say they wanted to be firefighters, astronauts, doctors and vets when asked and when he was asked he kind froze up, he still doesn’t know

He has two friends, you and Johnathan. He treats you the same except for the part that he’s fucking one

He was the percussionist in his middle schools concert band and he was pretty damn good, he stopped when he got into high school when some kid from Colorado joined and was just slightly better

You two are extremely comfortable with each other, he often Dutch ovens you when you’re cuddling and you (if you like this stuff) pop his back acne

Bites you to show affection like really just latches on to your arm, calf, or shoulder

cock- warming is one of his favorite things ever, just sitting on his lap while watching a movie, doing homework or reading a book

Tapestry boy, his room is filled with tapestries. Some that you’ve gotten him, his family have gotten or some he’s made himself out of paint and bed sheets

Loves when you steal his clothes, watching you saunter around in his shirts or sweats makes him go absolutely feral

Forcing him to do his homework is an often thing. “Babe we could just smoke” “nope. Finish this and then we’ll talk”

He loves when you tell him what to do, LOVES IT

Crawling up to the roof with blankets and a few joints sounds like a Friday night. Curled up into each other’s sides until the lighter rolls off the roof and into the gutter and you have to help him scale to get it

“Don’t fall!” “I won’t” and then he slips a little and your holding onto him for dear life “babe, ya gotta let go a little so I can reach it”

He has an intoxicating laugh, one that warms you like a thick quilt in a winter storm. A laugh that could pull you out of even the deepest darkest depressions

You two have laughing fits every time your with each other

In all of the upside down mess with Vecna he had one thought on his mind and that was “if anything happens to my baby I have no clue what I’ll do with myself”

He didn’t know it was possible to fall even deeper in love but watching you so calmly care for the kids made his stomach do flips

Giving him the summary of a book that you two were supposed to read in class but he fell asleep

He kisses in a very particular way. Never leaves you with a peck on the lips but holds your face in his hands “I love your eyes” kisses them “your cheeks” kisses them “I love your little spots” kisses every single spot whether it be a freckle, mole or zit, “I love your soft lips” and that’s where his journey ends with a warm kiss

When your cuddling he has you pulled into his chest, a leg thrown over his waist with his legs between yours, hands in his hair and one of his hands or your cheek and the other on your butt

He lets you do his makeup, his eyebrows and shave his face whenever you want

Your back hurts? This man has pulled you up and is manhandling you around to try and pop it, like full on has your feet dangling in the air with your back to his chest, arms crossed as he holds them down and wiggles you around with loud laughs

If you get your period hes the man to call, have you seen that meme with the “what size your pussy?” It’s him

Him and billy were childhood friends and i will stick to that and he tells you about his best friend from when he was a kid

Wants like one kid and then he gets high and thinks about how lonely that one kid would be so he added one but then he thought about how they would need to be close in age so it wouldn’t feel like you just had a mini babysitter and then he got on the topic of triplets and the triplet needing someone so he added another but what if that other was twins and then there would be another kid who needed a friend and even tho twins might not run in your families he definitely went down a twin, triplet rabbit hole

Has on multiple occasions gotten so high he thought he was having a heart attack which ended in you two sitting on the bathroom floor with him in just his boxers and you rock him in your arms and rub where his heart is telling him it’s beating just fine but he insists it’s going to pop out of his chest

My sweet boy has hard days and on these days he just wants you to hold him close “will you hold me?” And before he knows it you’ve pulled him down to where his head is in your lap facing your belly as your brush his hair with your fingers and the other hand running down the bridge of his nose “tell me about your day baby”

Baby, babe, bro, love, dear, homie, and stink are just some of the pet names

Has a special pillow you can’t touch

Definitely is so open with masturbation that you know what not to touch in his room

Owns every Elvis cassette and record

His special spot is an abandoned light house where the two of you go on little dates

He had a ring picked out three days after you started dating

[janumun]

NSFW Alphabet [Twisted Wonderland, SWD: Obey Me, Jujutsu Kaisen]

Rated: NSFW/18+ Pairing(s): Divus Crewel/Reader, Malleus/Reader/Leona, Sukuna Ryomen/Reader, Lucifer/Reader Words: 1.8k

Warning Tags: pet-play, slight dacryphilia, creampie, cum marking, brief mentions of violence and murder, monster (Curse King) fucking, over-stimulation, mild corruption kink, oral sex, mild body worship

Summary:

Stroking and tucking stray locks away to soothe your nerves, Divus moves to assist. Sweeping the blade of his paddle beneath your chin to lift as he commands, slow and deliberate, “Now, swallow.”

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Malleus and Leona’s love isn’t a fluke — rather it tends to mistranslate at times, into a need to rule over all that you are. The two of them together are very proprietorial over their favorite human...

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Sukuna will have you; your gaze, your body, your mind, all his, to make or break, with the single twitch of a cruel index. And if you ever, so much as misconstrue his ‘affections’ as humanity, ever attempt misuse of his ‘generosity’ in keeping you close...

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Lucifer likes to take his time when he has you within his arms and in his bed, and any potential interruptions are only but a deterrent to extracting your pleasure, slow and smooth, like he desires.

Author’s Notes: 😮😮😮 Hello to you too, kindest, BIG HEART Nonny on the block! WHO ARE YOU? HOW ARE YOU? Thank you so much for being so incredibly sweet and for thinking of me. Your Ask made me (and continues to make me) so happy. 🙇🏽‍♀️💕💕💕 Your English (and your awesome self) is A++++.

For these headcanons, I have chosen five of my favorite characters (and one poly ship) from three different fandoms to write for, in the hopes that you know (or enjoy reading!) at least one of these men and their chosen NSFW alphabet. All in all, these headcanons are not all gentle fantasies [although, they are all consensual, in my mind] and deal with some... ‘hardcore’ kinks (please read through those warnings carefully to see if any of the tags light up any icky sirens for you!).

[Requests are open, up till the 11th of July, dear readers, if you’d to pop in and ask for something. Happy Reading!]

Divus Crewel, K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There is quite nothing Divus awards and commends more than good, obedient behavior. Tempering a great, wild beast and collaring it, while stimulating in its own right, is but a means to obtain what he likes and how exactly he likes, from you.

A sweet, dark collar sitting upon your exposed collarbone — a gift, he grants, for private use, along with a delicate necklace, a deep, garnet stone enshrined into the piece, for when you are his in public spaces (and he wishes for you to know how exactly you are his, most precious one).

Centered upon the plush of the carpet spread beneath, as you kneel upright, and back: a firm rod. Hardly a task, with how like heaven, the fibers of the rug feel against your naked legs; the luxurious support much needed, especially when Divus hooks a gloved index beneath your collar and tugs for obedience.

The man likes to see you greet him, from your place at his feet, in the bedroom. Inching towards him on all fours — you are not allowed the use of your limbs in any other manner, left to the mercy and support of your Master alone — tucking a kiss onto his gloved palm when he offers it your way in affection. And if you please him, he descends on a knee, to be eye-level with his beloved and kiss her, until all that trails and leaks from that senseless mouth is mewls and the string of your combined spit he wipes against your lip with a firm, gloved thumb.

If you are an even better girl, and beg well, he lets you follow him further into the room. Settling upon the plush, velvet chair as he spreads those lean, muscled thighs apart and instructs your presence in between. Zipper and placket he only allows your teeth to touch and undo; gentle strikes warning away any hands that turn desperate in seeking him, quick and deep down your throat.

Divus is never inattentive when his favorite girl’s mouth is around him. Gunmetal gray fixed upon the swell of your lips around his cock, throat he feels constricting futile around the length of him as you try and struggle to accommodate all of him at once. Stroking and tucking stray locks away to soothe your nerves, he moves to assist. Sweeping the blade of his paddle beneath your chin to lift as he commands, slow and deliberate, “Now, swallow.” And as you do, allowing his cockhead to slip deeper into your throat. “There you go, you’re doing so well, you good puppy.”

(If) A poly relationship with Malleus and Leona, D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The two of them together are very proprietorial over their favorite human; it takes time, trust exercises and a lot of physical and emotional intimacy, for you and them to adjust to this balance in your relationship. The two princes have, for as far as they can remember, been allowed to call and possess whatever they wished for, as theirs. Malleus, in particular, has never truly wished before, to obtain any other, as much as he does you. Their love isn’t a fluke — rather it tends to mistranslate at times, into a need to rule over all that you are. It takes time to interpret their misgivings and deal with them; to know and understand: they have no desire to erase your identity as a person, only wishing to keep you near and close at all times.

Them not being able to whisk you out of people’s sight in public — people who displease them, men too close to you for their own good — doesn’t mean that control translates well into propriety in the bedroom.

Leona likes to have your bodies, slick, of sweat and release, sliding against each other. Draped over your skin like a shadow — one and the same — your back pressed flush against the firm muscled glide of his chest. Broad, rough tongue tracing aggressive strokes against the crescent of your neck, shoulders, your spine. Leaving evidence upon evidence of saliva and teeth, wherever he can sink them into you. And when he spurts into you, each and every place he makes sure you know belongs to him and the Dragon, just theirs.

Withdrawing a still hard cock from deep within your quivering depths. The bulk of his release abundant enough it slides thick and seeps out of you in a slow, erotic drip with the pull of him out from within. Until he, or Malleus, can get back to plugging you right back up.

Your back painted in thick, musky ropes of release, your face, your tongue: when the prince of Savannah slips a thumb beneath your chin and tugs it open, pressing his cock into your mouth, to drink him down, until your senses are so entirely full of him. Leona is almost akin to an animal; marking his mate up to avert and warn away other small fry from ever laying hands upon what is his.

Malleus is kinder in his approach towards their future Queen; adequate foreplay and low, candid words of love and adoration spoken — enough to cover for both him and Leona — a requirement, to drench and arouse her, if she is to accept both of his cocks within her walls.

And fortunately, Malleus is natural enough in his earnest care and direct, explicit questions, to know when and how exactly you desire him at the moment. That, however, does not mean the future King of the Valley of Thorns doesn’t like to see you fall ruined for him — a hunger as acute as Leona’s, but far subtle, in how he wishes it drawn out of you. In your raw, desperate tears when Leona Kingscholar has their little human so tight within his grip; the wet slap of skin against skin, harsh and clear enough, as he pounds into your ass, it feels as if the beast might entirely break you.

Your tears of frustration and agonized pleasure — the utter want on your face, for your future king as you beg for him to take you too. Sweeping his tongue against sharp canines, lest Malleus lets himself smile too wide; a careful finger he brushes against your lashes — glittering as if jewels forged upon them, of your tears, his cocks twitch at the sight — before questioning you, “Where do you want me, my love? Be clear, I am here for you.”

“I-Inside… inside me, Malleus, please. I want to feel you i-inside!”

That thrill of pleasure he isn’t able to suppress, breaking apart on a pleased smile as he feathers a kiss against your lips and grants, “Very well. For you, little one, I would do anything.”

Ryomen Sukuna, N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) [a lot of non-con and dark themes for this one, if you’d like to forgo this headcanon, for your peace of mind)

[I touched upon this once before, in these brief headcanons and would like to expand on it] Sukuna isn’t one to share any of his precious possessions and if you happen to be one… abandon any and all notions of ever having the chance — let alone thoughts — to lay your eyes upon another being, man or curse, for as long you live. And if it is on his whims and desires, he might not stop even at death, might condemn your soul to the depths of Hell, to wander the ages for all of eternity, as a cursed spirit, bound to her King.

Sukuna will have you; your gaze, your body, your mind, all his, to make or break, with the single twitch of a cruel index. And if you ever, so much as misconstrue his ‘affections’ as humanity, ever attempt misuse of his ‘generosity’ in keeping you close. In having you be the only woman he fucks for his pleasure, the only body he allows to be filled with his seed, and shattered by him.

And then, turn — no matter how brief — for comfort and intimacy towards another man…

Sukuna will find and tear apart, bit by minuscule bit, whatever low, filthy mongrel dares dream of desiring what belongs to the King of Curses. Watch and relish each single sound of despair that croaks through that terrified insect’s mouth. Make it watch, moments before its piteous death, as he shoves you down on his cock to jostle your screams of pleasure right from your throat. And he will do it all, with little more than an insouciant gaze mocked your way; as if this result was to be expected, and if you’d thought otherwise, you were a fool.

Appeals for mercy for the man’s life are dangerous requests, depending on how volatile Sukuna is, in the moment. It might either earn you both his wrath, or the closest thing to ‘pardon’ you can expect — your doomed lover’s swift death.

As for you, the instigator of your little romantic ploy: he’s going to fuck you full, and fuck you out of all your dreamy ideas of escape, dislodge them violently, with the harsh ingress of his cocks into you. Battering your body until you are splattered inside and out, swollen and broken down, by thick, oozing cum and smatterings of the murdered man’s blood upon your face, from where he slaughtered him, right in front of you.

And then… drag you back up, your gaping slit twitching and aching, stimulated beyond your capability, and roll you back down his lengths to repeat that cycle. Making you realize the actual intensity of the demon who’d held back, all this time, from crushing you entirely. Over and over, until you are mindless and your only pleas are for him to plunge his cocks into you and have his mouth against you; your apologies of how you are his alone, warbled into the thick, murky air.

Lucifer, Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) [Because we all need a break and some sweet, intense loving after all of that fuckery above LOL]

Quick romps are not what he opts for, especially now that he has you. His past relationships and indulgences were need — a mere exchange of bodily pleasure — and sexual desire requiring to be fulfilled and Lucifer usually preferred being done with his business as quick as possible, before bidding farewell to his partner of the night.

But with you, it is not his preferred means of expressing his sexual wants. Lucifer likes to take his time when he has you within his arms and in his bed, and any potential interruptions are only but a deterrent to extracting your pleasure, slow and smooth, like he desires. His fingers gliding across the plush of your thighs, tracing the slick slide of your slit before curving inside. His tongue following next, as he has your legs saddled about his shoulders, until you are begging and weeping for mercy (and his cock to relieve you of that desolate emptiness within clenching walls). All, his personal sweet stimulations to have you utterly ruined in love, in privacy and peace of your bedroom.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[peachiipark]

hi I'm a new follower and I am so glad I found this blog for hxh content💓So could I have some Main four hcs (Gon, Killua, Kurapika and Leorio) of how they have fun together as a squad(fluffy stuff plz)

happy to have you here, thanks for following! :D i've been waiting for some more main four requests 💗 i love them sm 😭🙏

the main four and how they have fun

even though it'll end in a very heated argument between killua and leorio. BOARD/CARD GAMES.

how did this tradition start? well, killua and gon were talking about the imaginary rules of uno when kurapika walked in

"i don't follow.. why are you two having a discussion about a number? leorio told me that uno is one in spanish."

they sat him down IMMEDIATELY for an uno round bc it turned out that he has NEVER played classic games like those

(he did play poker once)

THEY PLAY MONOPOLY TOO

kurapika silently robs all of them of their money and attempts to apply real life logic in this lawless hell of a game

leorio buys boardwalk but no one lands on it for the entire round 💀 he's also the banker!

killua.. is a con artist and constantly lands in jail

gon is trying to break the tension

THEY PROBABLY WATCH SOME OLD MOVIES TOO

it all started when gon revealed that he had never seen mean girls and kurapika agreed. leorio and killua sat those two mfs down and forced pop culture down their throats

shopping sprees but they all go to different stores 😭

killua goes to hot topic (listen their shit is good)

leorio goes to gucci (as he should)

kurapika craves revenge not clothing. (so he enters a barnes and noble)

gon follows killua around bc he just wants to go to the food court

nen users need to train.. how would they do it together ??

they'd be disrupting public spaces no matter where they went 😭

kurapika pulling up in the most MUTED colored tracksuit with a ponytail as he complains

"i can assure you that i'm perfectly fine. i already stretched before we arrived."

leorio (the cause of kurapika's complaining) is forcing him to stretch before he does anything so his muscles aren't damaged

"yes, and you also sat in a car for ten minutes. refresh yourself! now breathe in-"

gon and killua are doing bad bitch shit and seeing who can climb a tree faster

A POOL DAY OH MY GOD

kurapika is sitting on a pool chair reading a book the whole time bc i can't imagine him actually getting into the water unless one of the other push him in

(they don't dare push him in.. but killua will make an attempt)

gon and killua are having so much fun that it's actually sickening bc of how cute they are

leorio is just trying to keep up with those little paddling mfs

killua godspeeds in the pool

the water has been electrified

accidents.. happened! needless to say that kurapika is very happy that he didn't go into the water <3

sometimes

when they're huddling up for warmth as they watch a movie

they fall asleep and snuggle :(

ILL TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE

we've got gon and killua resting on each other's shoulders

leorio pulling them in with one arm and holding kurapika in the other

and kurapika is always the last one to fall asleep

mostly because of the loud snoring coming from his friends

but because he's grateful that he can even be by them :(((

and he falls asleep with a smile on his face :((

BUT LEORIO WAS AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME SO HE COULD TAKE THEM TO THEIR BEDS

mornings? although id love to believe the headcanon that kurapika can cook, i see leorio as the cooker!

he needs to strap kurapika down just so he can look the breakfast plate in the eye

gon is on the verge of eating his plate too

killua is not a morning person so he'll be down later (don't even try to wake him up.. please)

SIGHHHH i love making myself sad

this was a lot but i hope you enjoyed! thanks for following me :D i tend to go wild on headcanons like this haha

accompany on: to the masterlist!

[shmaptainwrites]

hi mimi >:3 can u write a lil blurb of that hotch and jack cuddling thingy from a bit ago 🥺🥺🥺👉👈 pls?? ty >:))

Of course azizam I got you :)

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Blurb/Headcanon Requests Open

Cuddles

Even before your relationship with Aaron, you had always been close to Jack. When he would stop by the office on occasion as a kid you were the first desk he would stop at and you’d always spoil him with hidden treats and candies, taking him on adventures around the office and building.

It just seemed natural that when you and Aaron started to date, especially more seriously that he would get attached in some way or form to being with or around you.

Jack’s favourite pastime soon became cuddling, and almost every spare moment you got, the two of you would be curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you, watching cartoons or just resting. You loved it too, it was comforting knowing you had a little human burrito waiting for you at home, just ready to soak up and give so much love and affection.

Aaron very much enjoyed seeing how close you and Jack had become, initially he worried a little about how his son would take him seeing someone, but with time it became clear that for Jack it just meant he got to have his best buddy around more often.

One day, you and Aaron were both home from work, you had settled yourself on the couch with a mug of tea while Aaron was finishing up a few things from a more recent case in his office, but you could see him clearly from where you sat in the living room.

Jack came back inside soon after from playing with the kids on the street, and after washing up a bit he came to immediately climb into your lap and snuggle with you. Sometimes you felt the small boy was so desperate to be held it almost made you sad, but you gave him as much love as you possibly could just so that he would know that he wasn’t alone and you’d always be there next to him.

But more recently, you had noticed that his father was quite the same. Whenever you were in bed, he’d lean into your touch as if he wanted to melt right into, disappear in your embrace, so when you saw that Jack was in a mood to cuddle you had an idea.

Gently poking the little boy’s shoulder he tilted his head upwards to look at you.

“Hey sweetie,” you said quietly and he nodded. “You know I love it so much when we cuddle, but maybe this time why don’t you go share your cuddles with daddy. I think he’d like that a lot,”

“You think so?” Jack beamed.

“I know so,” you assured him.

The young boy shimmied off your lap and paddled over to where his father was working at his desk. Aaron didn’t pay much attention at first when Jack ducked under his arm and climbed up onto his lap. He only stopped what he was doing when Jack lifted the bottom of his fleece sweater and pulled it up over him, squirming around until his head popped out of the opening at the top.

Aaron was so stunned his pen dropped from his hand while he just looked down, surprised by the actions of his son. Jack’s hair was a little ruffled and messy, but he had a huge grin on his face as he said,

“Hi daddy, momma said you wanted some cuddles,”

You could see Aaron fighting the tears away in his eyes while he carefully cleared his throat and nodded his head, wrapping his arms around his son.

“Yeah buddy, sure we can cuddle,”

He carefully stood up, still making sure Jack was secured in his little sweater cocoon, like a joey in his mama’s kangaroo pouch. Aaron then sat down on the couch across from you, leaning back into the cushions while Jack snuggled his head under his dad’s neck. Aaron buried his nose in his son’s hair, pressing a few soft kisses there before letting his chin rest on top of his head.

He then looked over to you, and you could see his eyes glistening in the light while Jack yawned contendly, mumbling,

“I love you daddy,”

“I love you too Jackers,” he let the nickname slip, the one he hadn’t used since Jack was a baby and you swore you saw a few of those tears he was trying to keep at bay escape.

He looked your way once again and mouthed a thank you and you only smiled at him, placing your tea on the coffee table and standing up to come and take a seat next to your boys.

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to Aaron’s temple and he quickly brought a hand to hold your face there while he turned his head and landed a kiss on your lips.

He sniffed a little and you used your sleeve to wipe away his tears while your other hand rested on Jack’s back.

“I’ll let Strauss know the reports are gonna be a little late, okay?” you whispered to him.

“A-Are you sure?” he asked quickly.

“Aaron, this is important,” you nodded. “Spend some time with your son,”

“Will you stay too?” he asked. “Please?”

“Of course,”

Aaron leaned down a little, letting his head rest against your shoulder while you wrapped an arm round him, giving him a turn and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“I love you my Hotchner boys,” you murmured.

“We love you too,” Jack tiredly giggled and you all smiled, soaking up your cuddles on the living room couch.

[goldenroutledge]

another headcanon request- kiara teaching you how to surf for the first time

surfing lessons with kiara

a/n: disclaimer i don’t know how to surf i’ve never even been to a beach so thank you wikihow for the visuals, appreciate u. and 4 DAYS AHHHHHH i’m not okay

kiara carrera masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

when you finally gave in to kiara about surfing she was ecstatic

insisting on teaching you how that weekend

at first you went surfboard shopping, but she got a little carried away

“are you sure this is a beginner’s board?”

she paused, thinking to herself for a moment. “you’re right. maybe we should start you out with something softer.”

you guys moved to a different section, these new surfboards labeled ‘longboards’ as it read on the sign in a cool font

“longboards are easier to use, so you should probably start on one of these. see any you like?”

you ended up picking a design similar to hers, but they had slight differences so you could tell them apart

kiara smiled, the apples of her cheeks prominent as she grinned. “you don’t have to get one to match mine, y’know.”

“i know!” you began. “but i want to. i think it’d be cute.”

next, it was time to buy matching wetsuits obviously

with the accent being your favorite color

kie picked them out because you matched your board with hers, so she wanted to match your wetsuit too

you loaded up the boards in kiara’s jeep and went back to her house

she opened the garage door, letting light come in as she taught you how to wax your board

the next morning, she dragged you out of bed and to the beach

“why are we up this early again?” you questioned, the morning air much cooler than you were used to

“because you see,” she gestured to the empty beach, “there’s nobody here. the ocean’s all ours baby.”

you smiled at her thoughtfulness, as she knew you probably wouldn’t be fond of surfing for the first time in a literal sea full of people

it was way more comfortable with just kie there

“let’s practice on the sand first.” she suggested.

“fine by me.” you muttered, happy that you could buy some time before you actually had to surf a wave

you repeated her movements and laid down on your stomach on top of the board

“just paddle first. i know it sounds silly but you’ll be using your arms a lot so this’ll warm you up too.”

“ok.” you giggled, paddling as if you were in the water. “this is easy.”

“then let’s practice popping up. it might seem scary on the water but it’s not too bad. you just push your body up with your arms, and then tuck your feet under you, like in a squat.” she demonstrated.

she moved over to you, repeating the instructions slower and resting her hands on your shoulders for some guidance

you practiced a few times, stubbing your toe once or twice

but as soon as you found your balance, you felt like a pro

“now i stand up and balance right?” you inquired, figuring it had to be the next step.

“yep. keep your knees bent, arms out and imagine your feet are glued to the board.”

“like this?” you followed up, doing as she told you

“that’s perfect, love! if you remember all of that then i think you’re ready to catch a wave! do you think you’re ready?”

“i guess so.” you replied, shrugging. “i have to try at some point right?”

you both paddled in the water for a few minutes, just so you could take some time to adjust to the new feeling

“you okay?” kie asked, concern in her eyes as you looked like your head was spinning

you couldn’t lie, you were feeling the nerves and your heart was beating a little faster than normal

if you weren’t in water you probably would’ve been able to feel your palms sweating

“yeah.” you reassured, nodding your head.

“hey.” kiara started, waiting to finish until she locked eyes with you. “you won’t be perfect on your first try. if you wipeout or fall, we’ll try again, ok? you’ll be fine.”

your confidence went up from her pep talk, your breaths steadying out as you nodded to her thankfully

“make sure to keep looking where you want to go.” kiara reminded you as you stopped paddling, waiting for a wave

she was just floating, her board closer to shore so she could watch and give advice if you needed it, but close enough to you that she could be next to you in an instant if needed

you paddled to catch your first wave, but didn’t quite make it as the water crashed against your back

“that’s ok! paddle out some more and wait for the next one!” kie shouted.

taking a deep breath, you paddled and waited for the next one, but to no avail

you wobbled a bit when you were trying to pop up, causing you to grip the sides of the board and forget about catching the wave that was going to drench you

“you got it, y/n! feet glued to the board!” kiara called out encouragingly.

you paddled and waited once again, this time getting a little bit ahead of the wave so you could prepare to balance yourself on the board, determined to make this one work

kiara’s instructions replayed in your head as you let your muscles move in the same ways they did before

pop up, feet glued to the board, knees bent, arms out

and before you knew it, you were were surfing the wave

you were SURFING THE WAVE!

“that’s my girl!” kiara all but screamed, followed by some more cheers as she couldn’t stop smiling

you rode out the wave, finishing strong as the surfboard glided through the water and closer to shore, closer to where kiara was

“WOOHOO!” kie exclaimed, hands high in the air as you paddled towards her

“i did it! i surfed!”

“i know! i’m so proud of you! i feel even more excited than when i surfed my first wave, you did great.”

“well i did have one amazing teacher.” you teased, grinning at the curly haired girl in front of you.

“your words, not mine.” kie quipped, returning the smile. “do you wanna go out for waffles to celebrate?!”

“only if they have strawberries on top.” you answered, wiggling your eyebrows. “i’ll race you to the car!”

kiara chuckled as you took off, running onto the sand. “hey! wait up, surfer girl!”

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Can you make paddle pop x reader headcanon but fluff

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ There! Tysm 4 the ask!

Well, i can make that! But if you want the Paddle Pop X Reader romance HDCs, i can't do that since i'm not too comfortable with romantic stuff- But i'll make this HDC Platonic instead! Hope you Like it & fine with it! <3 Also, hope you don't mund me adding a few other of Paddle Pop's friends ;-;

Reader & Paddle Pop are like sibling! They share almost everything after reading sum stuff abt Paddle Pop

Just like Paddle Pop & his friends, Reader is Shadow-Master-Ph0b1c

Reader is the FEARED Tickle Monster among Paddle Pop & His friendos! Mostly feared by Jendralkhan

Reader ALWAYS knows whenever anyone feels sad. Including Paddle Pop who rarely feels sad. So whenever they saw Paddle Pop feels sad, they'll just walk around tryna find ppl who could team up with them tryna cheer up Paddle Pop.

Reader is as stubborn as Jendralkhan, that Paddle Pop has to tickle them. This also works with Jendralkhan

Readers humor is just as broken as Paddle Pop's, that they always somehow made Paddle Pop laughed his heart out. Not talkin' 'bout tickles

Sorry if it's short, cuz i had no motivations at all, but still wanna answer your ask🥲

Anyways, hope u enjoy! Stay hidrated & healthy! Have an nice day/night!

~AZ Out.

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Bakusquad + Todoroki Pet Headcanons!

Just some hc’s of what pets I think the boys would have and how they’d treat them. This is definitely a crack post 💀

Bakugou

-A bulldog, named Killer. Killer the Great Explosion Murder Dog to be exact.

-He’s an all white bulldog with a little spike collar around his neck. The alternative is a collar with a fake grenade attached, usually used when Bakugou takes him out in public.

-Killer also has a harness with the little flare attachments on each side like on Bakugou’s mask.

-Despite his name (and what Bakugou wants you to believe), Killer is as sweet as they come. “C’mere, Killer!” Bakugou calls him, smacking his leg and you’re expecting this absolute menace to come charging down the hall. Instead, Killer’s stocky self comes trotting out of Bakugou’s room with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his lil’ tail nub wagging.

-Bakugou’s like “I’ve been training him to be an attack dog” and Killer only runs like a few feet from the house before stopping, opting to lay down and roll over for a belly rub.

-Don’t be fooled by all his tough talk, Bakugou most certainly spoils Killer, that’s exactly why he’s so lazy. His days consist of begging for treats and pretending not to understand Bakugou’s instructions. Not to mention that he has a big, memory foam dog bed, gets fed real food, and Katsuki takes him for 2 walks a day, everyday.

-Pats him roughly, but Killer is one of those dogs who likes slaps on the butt so he doesn’t mind lol. They play rough too, and at any given time Bakugou can be found rolling around the floor, play wrestling with Killer.

-Imagine if he posted tiktoks of Killer and people started trolling him like “Killer is slow, my dog can run faster than him” “Killer is overweight” “He can’t even run down the street”

-Bakugou truly believes Killer can do everything he says about him, and gets offended if you even insinuate otherwise. He would get mad at all the haters in the comments, clapping back at them like “I know you’re not talking with that lil’ rat dog in your profile pic” and he’d challenge them to races in the local dog parks so he can defend Killer’s reputation 💀. Well, one person actually accepted so now Bakugou has to train Killer for his first race.

-And then when he posts videos of him and Killer exercising, people are like “You’re pushing him too hard” “Poor Killer” “Stop forcing him to exercise” He just can’t win 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Denki comes over and exposes him like “Killer’s been training alright, training his jaws” while filming Bakugou passing Killer food under the table.

-“Where’s Killer?” “He’s training in the pool right now.” “In the pool? Dude, you know bulldogs can’t swim, right?” “Well my Killer swims all the time!” And his friends rush to his backyard to see Killer lazily paddling around Bakugou’s pool with a floaty fitted on his little body lol.

-Killer loves him some Katsuki. He would be so clingy with him, following him everywhere he goes in the house, to the point where Bakugou has almost tripped over Killer several times. He has to close the door or put a baby gate up so he won’t interrupt him and all you hear in the background is Killer howling at the door.

-Killer fan cams, lmaoo

-Katsuki goes live and all people are asking about is Killer, and all the donations are “Killer’s Treat Fund” “Feed Killer on Camera” “Give him a belly rub”

-Bakugou never should’ve showed Killer on social media, it’s his account now 💀

Todoroki

-I can see Shoto with beta fish, but he wouldn’t know that you can’t put two males in the same tank.

-So one day, he comes home from work and sees that one of his fish is,,,not alive.

-Shoto quickly puts two and two together after seeing that the other beta fish is a little injured too, and he is absolutely horrified.

-After he cleans up the mess, he just looks at the survivor fish. Shoto can’t help but feel contempt toward him. He’s a murderer, he killed his other fish.

-From then on, Shoto does not like the survivor fish. He still takes care of him, but out of duty as his owner, only 😒.

-People on social media ask him what his fish’s name is. “He doesn’t have a name.”

-And then he makes a post like “Some of you have asked me why my fish doesn’t have a name. It’s because I don’t like him. He’s a murderer.” (Y’all, please 💀)

-People start calling him Killer Fish and Bakugou comments that there can only be one Killer, and that’s his dog.

Kirishima

-A turtle. He’d have one of those turtles with the raised horns/spikes on its shell and his name would be Tank.

-So Kiri thinks Tank the Turtle is the toughest little dude around, and often posts videos of him swimming or walking around outside.

-He’s like “You know, I think he’s faster than most turtles.” “How do you know that?” He shrugs, watching Tank with a grin “I can just tell, I mean look at him, he’s going!” And Tank is chugging along the ground at a good .002 mph.

-He’d have Tank on his back as he does push ups or on his chest as he lifts weights. “What number are we on Tank? 100? Alright, 100 more to go!”

-Kiri would make videos of Tank doing tricks, like knocking down a wall of tiny styrofoam bricks or climbing over a little ramp he made. He’s cheering for him the whole time, and he gets a treat after. “That was so manly, Tank!! Good boy!”

-Yes, a turtle can be manly too.

Denki

-A guinea pig, mostly blonde except a little black mark on her head, just like Denki. And you guessed it…he named her Pikachu.

-Denki is enamored with her for the first couple days, carrying her everywhere with him and constantly posting her on his social media. He couldn’t wait to get home from work so he could play with her and feed her little bits of lettuce.

-She seems to adore him too, hardly moving when he pets her so she can maximize his attention as much as possible, and jumping on his lap whenever he takes her out of the cage.

-He holds her up to the camera like “What can I say? The ladies love me. Isn’t that right, Pikachu?”

-She’s so cute that he doesn’t question how her cage seems to pop open by itself sometimes, or how she sometimes nios at his fingers if he holds her for too long.

-The unfortunate truth is that Pikachu cannot stand Denki 💀. Idk what he did, maybe it’s the way he smells, maybe it’s his voice, idk, but she is trying her best to stay away from him.

-The cage doesn’t pop open by itself, Pikachu has figured out how to escape, so now Denki regularly comes home to an empty cage and he has to track her down to put her back.

-“Day 3 of missing Pikachu. This is what come home to everyday, guys” and he flips the camera to show bits of food and guinea pig droppings scattered all over the place. Her little squeaks haunt him at night, but he knows he won’t be able to find her.

-He has such a hard time finding her, and he swears she teases him by squeaking nearby, then running somewhere he can’t get her.

-He’s on live and people try to give him advice but none of it works. Pikachu rushes past the screen behind him and they tell him to look. Denki abandons his live to chase after Pikachu and you just hear crashing and yelling in the background.

-When he comes back, he’s in his ‘fried’ mode and people are like wtf happened 💀

-He managed to put her back in the cage, but he had to end the live early.

(Can y’all imagine being jealous of a guinea pig? 😔) Thanks for tuning in! :)