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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year

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Yandere Jock X F! Bookworm reader pt 2

Graduation

Tw: manipulation, degrading language, possessive behavior, bondage, dubcon, spankings, bribery

A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Finals are coming up next week.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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Brad, the jock who took your virginity in a library, has surprisingly been a good boyfriend. He cuddles you every night, gives you all the clothes you can want, and gives you attention every day. Though, you practically live at his house now. Luckily, your parents didn't know a thing since they've been overseas since you started dating him.

"Honey, I can't believe we're graduating tomorrow," He coos, spooning you from behind. "Do you have any plans for afterward?"

He hopes you'll say no. The university should've rejected you, especially with all the money he offered them if they did.

"I am going to start getting ready for college. I got accepted into my dream college! Can you believe it?" You cheer, turning towards him with loving eyes.

"Oh, I sure can," Brad replies, barely hiding the discontent in his voice.

You've been dating him for six months. You knew every little cue and behavior when it came to him. You know when he's upset about something.

"Babe, what's wrong?" You ask, placing your hands on his bare chest.

"It's nothing, sweetie. We should probably get dressed. Graduation is in two hours," Brad replies, getting up from the bed.

As much as he is possessive and obsessive, he could never hurt you. He knew how much you looked forward to going to your dream college. Even though it pains him to let you go to college around all those other drunk, handsy, aggressive frat boys.

"Ok, I call the shower first," You say, getting up and walking into the bathroom.

You turn on the shower and look at your products next to his. You are practically his wife now. In fact, you two even share everything. Although, you would like a bit of personal space from time to time. Luckily, the distance between you and Brad should give you that.

"Babe, mind if I join you?" Brad asks, knocking on the bathroom door.

Of course, he can't stay away from you for long in the morning. He always liked his morning cuddles. Though, most of the time, cuddles turn into something more sexual.

"Come on in, Brad. The water always seems a bit warmer when you're near," You say, opening the shower door.

Brad steps into the shower and goes behind you, arms wrapping your waist. He presses your butt against his crotch and keeps the position. You can feel his dick press against your entrance begging to be let in.

"Brad, can you grab the shower head? I wanna wash my hair for graduation," You tease, bending over to show your pussy more.

Brad's dick jumps excitedly, and you can feel his precum dripping onto your sex.

"S-Sure thing, Y/N!" Brad stutters, taking the shower head down and placing it between your legs.

You stand up as a jolt of pleasure goes through your spine. Brad forces you back down and masturbates as you moan.

"That's right, babe. Let me get you off."

"Brad, I'm close!"

Brad switches the pressure settings, and you go over the edge. You release and practically have to have Brad's arms keep you from falling to the floor. Brad holds both sides of your ass and places his face onto your pussy. He laps up your cum and juices, making you twitch again. You see his dick and wrap your legs around his upper body to keep you in place. He stands up, and that's when you take the opportunity to give him an upside-down blowjob. You wrap your soft lips around his tip and lightly kiss and suck it. Brad's legs buckle a bit, then you decide to play dangerously and put his whole dick in his mouth. Your hands play with his balls, stimulating the boy whose semen you wanted oh so much.

Brad makes you cum again, and you moan, his dick still in your mouth. He cums shortly after, his hot cum shooting into your mouth. You let go of his upper body and dick, letting Brad sink to the tub floor.

"You ok, babe? Was my mouth that good?" You ask, giggling as Brad's eyes begin to become unfocused.

"Yes, yes, it was. That was one of your best blowjobs. I guess playing with my balls made the difference," Brad says, using the shower head to clean you. "We should probably wash ourselves so we don't smell like shower sex at graduation."

"I guess you're right," You say, grabbing a shower gel.

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Graduation was an exciting moment. Once you have a diploma, you begin to think about your relationship with Brad.

He's a great guy. He treats me well and knows to pleasure me. But it is very unnerving how Brad gets jealous. My pre-calc teacher still won't look into my eyes anymore. Besides, we're both going to college. Maybe we should break up?

"Y/N? Y/N! You were spacing out on me. I asked if you wanted takeout," Brad says as he unlocks his car.

"Um...takeout's fine. Your choice," You respond, getting inside and taking off your graduation cap.

"What's wrong, honeybun? Feeling hangry?" Brad asks, slipping a hand around your ass.

"It's just that we won't be able to see each other often in college-"

"I know, but we can make this relationship work."

"Brad, we should break up."

Brad slams on the brakes, and you hold onto your seatbelt.

"You want to what?"

Brad's face twisted with anger, his face flushing with blood. You've never seen him like this. He drives the car straight to his house and barely avoids the mailbox.

"Get out," Brad says, parking and unlocking his car.

You shakily unbuckle yourself and step out of the car. Brad grabs your arm and pulls you inside.

"Brad, you're hurting me!" You squeal, trying to remove his hand.

"Shut up, slut!" Brad yells, throwing you on the couch and locking the front door.

Hearing Brad call you a slut pierced your heart. He completely shattered your feelings.

"You're so stupid sometimes. I thought I made it clear that we'll be together forever. There is no breaking up," Brad growls, walking around the living room. "Looks like I have to show you my feelings again. Take your gown off."

"No. I'm not your little sex doll to use whenever you're horny or frustrated. This relationship isn't good for either of us!" You rebuttal, closing the distance between you and Brad. "I love you, Brad. But I can't take the jealousy around everyone in my life anymore. I need distance. We need distance."

"We need intimacy. We need love. You've been pulling away from me as school started to end. We're both adults. Let's talk or work this through."

Brad wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. Please don't leave me," Brad pleads, hugging you tighter. "You won't slip away from me."

You feel the air slip out of your mouth, and your eyes begin to get tunnel vision. You pass out in Brad's arms.

"I'll love you forever and forever," Brad coos, taking you into his arms.

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When you wake up, you're in front of a table and strapped to a chair. You feel something soft underneath you.

"Brad, where are you?" You groggily ask, lifting your head.

"You're sitting on me, honeybun. I wanted us to be close for dinner. I hope you like the spaghetti and wine!" Brad coos, using his free hand to twirl a fork. "I hope you like the outfit I provided."

You look down and see yourself wearing red lingerie over a see-through robe.

"Now say 'ah'!" Brad commands, putting the fork near your mouth.

You turn your head, but Brad grabs your chin and forces it open. You feel the fork go into your mouth. After nearly choking on the noodles, you cough.

"Brad, I'm sorry. I'm your stupid, attention-seeking, slutty girlfriend! Just please let me go!" You cry, shaking in your restraints.

Brad undoes the restraints, and you fall onto the table when you try to stand up.

"Baby, why would you describe yourself with such vile words?" Brad asks, taking you into his arms.

"That's what I am, right? You said it yourself," You begin to cry as you remember Brad yelling at you.

"Oh baby, what have I done? I didn't mean any of that. I'm the slut. I fucked other girls to get your attention before we started dating. You've done nothing but share the same loyalty I have for you in this relationship," Brad consoles, letting you cry on him. "I promise I'll make this right."

You don't know if it's the lack of oxygen or the dehydration from all the crying, but you ask Brad for the unthinkable.

"Brad, have sex with me," You say, looking at your boyfriend with teary eyes.

"What?"

"Have sex with me. I've always had sex with you because you wanted it. It's time for you to do something for me, for once."

"Y/N, I'd kill for you. You know that, right?"

"I know, and that's part of why I love you and want to break up. You can't focus your entire life around me."

"Honeybun, tonight-no this whole summer, is going to be about you!"

Brad throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his bedroom. He turns on the light and puts you on the covers. You back up until you feel the bedframe. Brad strips till he's naked, and watch Brad crawl towards you like a predator about to pounce on its prey. His eyes are full of love and lust, and there are practically hearts in his eyes.

"You better get ready because I'm going to make all of your body feel loved tonight," Brad flirts, closing the distance and spreading your legs. "Maybe a bit of nostalgic foreplay before the main event?"

Brad's hand goes to your butt and gently rubs it.

"Brad, maybe we should think about this?" You suggest, trying to hold him off as you start to regret what you asked of him.

Brad kisses your neck and cheek.

"Sorry, babe. I'm giving you all of my love tonight," Brad replies, gently turning you onto your stomach. "God, I'm-you're going to enjoy this."

Brad peels off your panties and begins to spank and kiss your ass.

"Brad!" You accidentally moan, putting your face into his cologne-smelling pillow.

"Yes, honey! Feel the pleasure!" Brad moans, spanking your ass harder and faster.

"Ooh, I can't take it anymore!" You whimpered, feeling the pleasure build-up and release.

Brad sticks three fingers in your sex and pulls them out to taste your cum. He sticks his cum covered fingers in his mouth like a hungry animal and practically shivers with pleasure from the taste.

"Brad, I-I think I'm ready," You stammer, nervous about how rough Brad is going to be.

"Don't worry, I won't get rough unless you want me to," Brad reassures, lovingly squeezing your butt.

You flip onto your back and spread your legs for him. Brad positions his hips so it lines up with your vagina. Brad sees how nervous you are and kisses you as a distraction. He manages to put half of his dick inside before you notice.

"Brad!" You squeal, feeling his arms wrap around you. Preparing to begin thrusting.

"It's ok. It's ok. Brad isn't going to hurt you again," Brad coos, kissing down your neck.

You wrap your arms around his upper body and look into his eyes.

"Do it," You say.

Brad kisses you on the lips and puts his whole dick inside you. You both moan from the feeling, and that's when Brad begins to lose himself. Brad's thrusts start to become fast and erratic. However, you feel euphoric and want this moment to last forever.

"Oh fuck, baby! Keep going!" You encourage, moving your hands down to Brad's ass. You spank and grope his ass. "Keep going! Keep going!"

"I'm going to fill you up with my love! All of it!" Brad moans, starting to drool like a dog. "OH SHIT! I'm cumming! Fuck!"

Brad cums in you while thrusting and eventually slows to a stop to orgasm. He cums inside you two more times and crashes on top of your body.

"Brad, that was wonderful," You compliment, stroking Brad's hair.

Brad kisses your boobs and lets one hand playfully rub a nipple.

"I'm glad I made you happy," Brad says, kissing your forehead. "And don't you worry your little head about getting pregnant. I bought multiple packs of the morning-after pill. I remember how worried you were about getting pregnant after your first time in the library."

"Great, hand me one," You say, lovingly looking into Brad's green eyes.

"Sweetie, that's for in the morning. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't pulled out of you yet. I'm not going to let any of my love go to waste, even if it's a wet dream."

"Brad, I love you," You say.

You feel Brad's dick harden inside you after you say the words.

"I love you too, honeybun!" Brad exclaims, excitedly kissing you on the lips.

#yandere jock x reader #Yandere jock #tw smut #tw dubcon #x you smut #yandere dubcon #yandere smut #f! reader #f! reader smut #male yandere #smut

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thebradleybradshaw · 2 years

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boyfriend!rooster headcanons | b.bradley

synopsis: lil boyfriend headcanons about life with bradley bradshaw ft. fem!reader

notes: hi babies !! here’s some soft & sweet headcanons about boyfriend life with rooster !! just wanted a nice little post for my angels after today’s events. likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciated. enjoy !! xx

Nicknames for him: Roost, Roo, Brad, Lee, stinky, honey, lovey

Nicknames for you: sweetheart, darlin’, baby, babygirl, my girl

Big spoon energy.... except the off chance that he’s being a big pouting baby and wants to be the little spoon

100% calls kisses ‘smooches’

‘Give me a smooch, baby’ ‘gimmie smooch’ ‘plant a big ol’ smooch on me baby!’

He’ll walk up to you silently with his lips puckered out and won’t go away until you plant one on him

He likes to place his hands on your cheeks and just hold you there while he gives you such a deep kiss you’re seeing stars

This man has a kissing obsession

He’s always placing kisses to your forehead, especially at random: shopping, cooking dinner, dancing at the bar, saying goodbye

He’s also extremely touchy. Every time he touches you, you swear you feel dizzy and lightheaded.

He loves to hold hands while you’re walking down the street and just swinging your arms

shared hobbies omfg

Hiking, couples’ walks, watching shows together, taking a painting or cooking class together

When the two of you got into cooking during quarantine, he had matching aprons made with your initials on it. he even had chef hats made, yours said head chef (it was also a major pun if you get the hint) and he was the sioux chef

The two of you have so many inside jokes it’s insane

You’ll look at each other while out to dinner with friends and try your best not to lose it while everyone stares at you wondering wtf is so funny

Meme King. He seriously has the perfect meme for every moment

Tiktok references

“That was too good, let’s get the bill....purr” is something Rooster says all the time, especially after a night out to dinner.

I 100% believe that Rooster would let you teach him Tiktok dances, but you could never ever actually post the video

He’s really good at the ‘Up’ by Cardi B dance

Speaking of Cardi B, Rooster will sing along to Meg the Stallion, Cardi B, Beyonce, and Lizzo at the top of his lungs.

His go to karaoke song is either ‘Kokomo’ by the Beach Boys or ‘Truth Hurts’ by Lizzo and let me tell you he crushes them both

Matching outfits

He looooooves to match your outfits together. ‘Babe what color are you wearing tonight? I’ll match it’. He insists that pink is your ‘couples’ color’.

He bought you a locket necklace with a B on it, and somehow managed to get his picture in it. You only take it off to shower and sleep.

You got him that gold chain that he also never takes off.

Baths together

We’re talkin bath bombs, salts, bubbles, the whole 9 yards. He’s got a special playlist for the occasion and plenty of tea candles to decorate the edge of the tub

He likes to lay back with you between his legs - you can feel his heartbeat on your back.

His hands are obviously holding your boobs, that’s a given. Just simple caresses. He claims they’re his ‘anti-stress balls’.

He’ll be softly humming the latest song in your ear, placing kisses to your neck and hair.

He’s got the loofa all soaped up and dragging it along your exposed skin

Obviously after bath sex ensues

Speaking of after the bath:

Rooster has you lay back, catching your breath from your session as he rubs lotion on your legs, helping you get dressed in your softest pajamas

God damn does this boy love to take care of you!!!

Brushing your hair, helping with your skincare, picking out your outfits, making you lunches for work

I believe Rooster is the most fun person to go shopping with. He’s pulling on crazy outfits just to make you laugh. He’ll do a dramatic twirl in the fitting room. He’ll randomly grab different pieces that he thinks you’ll look good in.

Beach days!!!

He loves to take you to the beach and have some fun in the sun

He’ll make sure you have all the SPF coverage that you need, sometimes lingering on putting it on your chest so you have to swat his hand away

Getting to massage his back, abs, and shoulders as you put it on him

The absolute power move it is to watch him getting out of the water, muscles glistening, skin tan and knowing that that is all yours

Laying on towels and sun tanning

Getting to watch the guys play football

Having that swooning romantic moment of Rooster chasing you, grabbing you by the waist, and running into the ocean together (punching the floor rn)

Long walks on the beach of course. He’s holding your sandals in one hand, the other hand is holding onto yours. Hair blowing in the evening breeze

He is truly the most honest, caring, and loving boyfriend on this planet

He’s holding you close at night, brushing hair out of your face as you talk about the struggles of the day

He is always, always there to listen. He’ll hold you in his lap on the couch, nod along as you go on and on.

A supportive King!!! No matter what it is you want to pursue he is there right behind you, cheering you on. He is truly head over heels in love with you and would lay down his life to ensure you get everything you want in life.

Even if that means letting you paint his toenails powderpuff blue

#we love some good fluff #and boyfriend rooster #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw headcanon #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw headcanon #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun fic #sfw #headcanon

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pastrnaks-sainz · 3 months

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bruins and cuddling. go. -🌌

Fucking. Okay

Beech’s hair always tickles Potsy’s chin when they cuddle and it always makes Potsy laugh and Beech moves his head to make sure he feels it and so he can hear Potsy’s laugh

Lindy likes to press his hand right into Pasta’s lower stomach when Pasta’s little spoon and kiss along the crook of his neck for a while and then blow a raspberry

Jeremy will just. Flop. On top of Linus regardless of its convenient or not and Ully just accepts that he has a Sway on him now and continues with whatever he was doing one handed while the other firmly lands itself in Sway’s hair

Brad tends to jump at Bergy fully knowing he’ll catch him and it usually ends up with Brad wrapped around him like a koala and Patrice sitting on whatever the closest surface is

Pavel doesn’t like to ask for cuddles but Riemsy always seems to know when he needs one and silently drags him to the bed or couch or whatever and Pavs just melts against him

Gryz isn’t very touchy but Charlie is and Charlie will wait to cuddle until the very last moment when he needs to be in contact with Matt and gingerly curl up into his side and Matt always drops his “don’t touch me” for Charlie

Trent is like Brad in that he will Fly at Brandon and Brando is ready for it All The Time and always wraps him up in a super tight and super warm hug and holds it for as long as Trent needs him to

#🌌 anon #beechras #pastrholm #swaymark #marcheron #riemsacha #mcgryz #fredlo #pastrnaks sainz fluffy thoughts

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yumyumlum · 4 months

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Fic: Untitled (WIP) - Eggman & Sonic (Daddy/Son) Teaser - Ultra-cute Mega Fluff

Below the cut is where the teasers lie…

I need to be stopped. But I really don't. And I need encouragement, but I really don't.

As a new Sonic fan, I'm coming into the fandom from the back end. The Live Action backwards, basically anything that amuses me and looks cute. So don't be too expectant of my history with the franchise.

However I saw this scene from Sonic X (out of context probably):

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and the Japanese voices and English subtitles go so gorgeously together (with the exception of a few English quotes) that I had to write a mini fic.

(I just die inside whenever I see Eggman helping Sonic, or saving him, or basically being a daddy to him. They make such a cute couple.)

In this scene, I see Eggman more put out by the fact that Sonic has just jumped up and run out, without letting him check him over properly and look after him for a bit more. The fact that Sonic is so youthful, he never has time for his own safety or care, and now Eggman feels lonely and has empty nest syndrome again.

And he’s like hmmm what should I do (with him)?

So here we go:

Title: Untitled (currently) - WIP Summary: In which Dr Eggman saves and looks after Sonic. ‘He is quite a fascinating creature, really.’ Sonic lets him, for a while :) Pairings: Eggman/Sonic (family) Contains: Fluff, Eggman being an overprotective !dick dad, cuddles, song lyrics Music Inspiration: Anything Like Me - Brad Paisley --

(Sample 1)

This scene, Sonic has been brought back unconscious and is being warmed up in blankets and an incubator to get his body temperature back to normal. He is pretty beat up, and Eggman is not having any regular person looking after him.

He was just a little boy, so unwell and so needy right now. These morons who called themselves doctors, hadn’t the faintest idea how to look after a hedgehog. No wonder he was in such bad shape.

Why ask him what he wanted to eat? He was a child! He didn’t know what he wanted to eat. He needed normal dietary, and proper care! He needed safety. He needed a father to boss him around, and ruin his life.

(Sample 2)

This scene (unfinished paragraphs, more bumf needed) basically details the high standards that Eggman has for Sonic when potentially taking care of him. As a hospital guest of course.

The liquid had been warmed up to just the right temperature for helping a sick or injured piglet swallow and digest safely; not too hot, not too cold.

His comfort had been taken into account; an incubator had helped raise his body heat a little, with a hot water bottle wrapped in a towel placed next him. Water changed every fifteen minutes to keep the bottle hot.

Soft orthopaedic pillows to help alleviate any pain in his joints, and a light blanket for comfort - not too heavy so as not to overheat him.

He had lightly sprinkled some water on his forehead and, now softened, quills to keep away a temperature. With natural herbs and scents of rosemary and lavender to calm him, in his racing dreams.

(Sample 3)

This scene details more of Eggman's prioritised cupboard spaces, especially for Sonic, which he has done subconsciously over the years without even realising. Even though he has a special place for him at home, for when he grows up a little more.

He had cupboards full of the stuff, and yet always worried that he would never have enough. Feeding bottles, bottle warmers, sterilisers and brushes, disposable spoons (some with aeroplanes on them, some with small animals - like hedgehogs.) Plastic syringes, antibiotics and painkillers, microwaveable heat packs, comfort blankets, snuggle bags and small foldable baths with nonslip mats.

He didn’t even know why he had all this stuff. It just.. came in handy at times, he guessed. For.. stuff. That he had never done. Or needed to use them for. Mainly because he didn’t own a hedgehog.

He even had the shampoos that Sonic liked, the gentle tears-free baby shampoo, and the hedgehog-ready shampoo, unscented, non-irritable for washing around his delicate eyes. With spare cotton buds, combs and toothbrushes for his quills.

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piers-wifey · 2 years

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Pumpkin carving with the S.T.A.R.S. members

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–Albert Wesker–

“You want me to what? Dearheart, don't you think we're a little too old for that?” After your like twentieth attempt at changing his mind, Wesker finally gave in and allowed himself to sit beside you and start carving the pumpkin that has been sitting on the table the entire time. To your surprise, Wesker's carving skills were remarkably good, making you wonder if he really was such a big holiday grouch, or just too reticent to show that he too could enjoy silly little things like this.

–Chris Redfield–

Chris is a huge Halloween fan and down for it like no other. Will spend hours looking for the perfect pumpkin with you and once you found it, there's no stopping. There's not really a set design, you two just carve whatever you want. All you and Chris care about is to have fun and enjoy the little things, and that's exactly what you two do. Being silly together and creating a unique looking pumpkin, while giggling like little kids.

–Jill Valentine–

Jill is anything but good at pumpkin carving. Not to mention that her lack of patience for such activities often ends in literal pumpkin massacres. But, since she wants to be part of the things you like and help you as much as possible, she offers to spoon out the pumpkins and leave the carving to you. You're much more talented than her anyway. Plus, she loves the concentrated look on your face when you dive into your work. So, it's a win-win for both of you.

–Joseph Frost–

Joseph is a man-child through and through. He loves Halloween with all its traditions and spends days and a good amount of money preparing his apartment for the spooky season. So, it's no surprise that he's a master at pumpkin carving. Watching him create literal art is almost more fun than to do it yourself. But, Joseph wouldn't be Joseph if he didn't let his cheeky self get the better of him and throw the pumpkin pulp at you as 'payback' for letting him do all the hard work.

–Brad Vickers–

Whatever you do, do not let Brad near any knives or sharp tools in general. Man's too clumsy and would probably end up in the ER with a nearly cut off finger or something. Instead, you should let him pick and spoon out the pumpkin and do the carving yourself. Trust me, it's the best option. Alternatively, you two could paint the pumpkin instead. It's much safer anyway and you two can still have lots of fun.

–Barry Burton–

A certified pro with a love for teamwork. He lets you pick the pumpkin and design, while he guts it out and carves it. But he wouldn't say no if you asked him to let you do the hard work. It's actually pretty nice to be the one who watches every now and then. But, he'll be by your side the entire time, making corny Halloween puns and, of course, helping you out if things get a little trickier. In the end, he's super proud of you and the way the pumpkin turned out.

–Enrico Marini–

Not the biggest Halloween fan, but thanks to his kids, he ended up carving dozens of pumpkins for them regardless. His skills are a little rusty - considering that his children are now adults and don't need his help anymore - but he still got it. His usual go-to is the classical Jack-o'-lantern design, but if you ask him for another design - and help with drawing the motif you want - he'll gladly oblige. Enrico doesn't say it out loud, but deep down he enjoys every second of it, because it brings back good memories.

–Richard Aiken–

Since he has never done this before, Richard is a little left-handed at first. To the point where he accidentally cuts himself a few times and ends up with nearly all his fingers covered with colourful bandaids. To cheer him up, you draw cute little faces on the bandaids. Despite the rather bumpy start, the pumpkin ends up looking pretty good, given that this was Richard's first attempt. And although he enjoyed it, he'll leave the carving to you next time.

–Forest Speyer–

Pumpkin carving with him almost always ends in a food war between the two of you. It usually starts with him flicking a pumpkin seed at you and then slowly spirals higher and higher until you both have completely forgotten about the pumpkin and instead chase each other around the house/apartment with the insides of the pumpkin in your hands, while you're laughing and giggling like a bunch of children.

–Edward Dewey–

Let's get this straight: Edward is terrible at anything that is related to art and crafting in any way. His pumpkin looks derpy and the proportions are more than 'just a little' off, but, just because he's bad at it doesn't mean he won't keep trying; even if it's just to see you happy. Which you really are. And knowing how stubborn and determined Ed can be sometimes, you'll have to be sneaky when offering your help. It's not that he doesn't notice, of course he does, but he pretends not to, just to see that triumphant sparkle in your eyes.

–Rebecca Chambers–

A bit nervous and overcautious when it comes to the thing. Don't get me wrong, she loves Halloween and especially the pumpkin carving, but her fear of you getting hurt outweighs her excitement a little. You have to reassure her that you'll be fine and in good hands, should you get hurt. Rebecca herself is pretty skilled and a little perfectionist. Her pumpkin is littered with squiggles and little curls.

–Kenneth Sullivan–

Grows a big pumpkin in his garden every year. You don't know how Kenny does that, but his pumpkins always end up being too big to be carried into the house, leaving you no other option than to do the carving outside, sitting in his backyard on a blanket, wrapped in warm clothes and with a cup of tea/hot chocolate to keep you warm. And the pumpkin seeds are not thrown away. Instead, they are fed to the birds.

–Kevin Dooley–

Kevin goes absolutely feral when it comes to it and tends to make a huge mess. There will be pulp all over the floor, on his clothes and even in his hair, but, he couldn't care less. He just wants to have fun and be creative. His skills may be pretty decent, but you can't say the same about his creativity and silliness. Forget about spooky faces, how about a cat presenting its butthole? Or one that has the word "taxes" carved into it? Scary, isn't it?

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Tag list: @mirandawesker @eviltothecore13 @dagrans @ravenrune @sevythebeanqueen @aurorapink10 @silvevia @sassiest-captain @albertweskerxchrisredfield

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chetchad · 1 month

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Brad Vickers SFT and NSFT headcanons

{SFT}

• Brad would be shy and timid at the beginning of the relationship.

• But he would be comfortable after awhile in the relationship.

• He can cook!

• He loves to cook for you, no matter what it is.

• If he gets home before you, he'll surprise you with dinner.

• Sometimes you'll purposely stay at work longer if it means you got to come home to a already cooked meal.

• He gives the best cuddles.

• He's always warm.

• Plus he's nice and soft.

• He's fine with being the small spoon or the big spoon.

{NSFT}

• Gentle.

• Even if you ask him to be a little rough, he always goes back to being soft and gentle.

• Service Switch.

• If you want to top, he'll gladly bottom.

• You want to bottom, he'll happily top you.

• King of aftercare.

• You want a bath?

• He'll already be up and running it!

• Food?

• He's already cooking you something.

• Don't try anything to weird in bed.

• You'll probably scare him off that way.

• He'll never do anything to hurt you.

• Even if you ask and are into it.

• He won't.

• He loves to be praised.

• PRAISE HIM.

• Loves feeling your fingers trail down his chest.

• Trace his V-line and he'll be begging.

• Loves to have his hair tugged and pulled on.

• Won't finish until you have.

#brad vickers #resident evil #smut #brad vickers headcanons #s.t.a.r.s.#resident evil x reader #brad vickers x reader #brad vickers smut

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 1 year

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Xever/Bradford Headcanons🐕🐟

It always surprised me how they don’t have a lot of ship content considering all the times they’ve interacted and been together. Ngl this is also kind of a rewrite for me, if Xever and Bradford got to develop as better people or atleast got closer and had a closer relationship. I always wished the Foot Clan fostered closer relationship and just hanged out more.

Ship name: Dogfish🐕🐟

Basically an enemies to lover situation. After a while of having to deal with a lot of static in their lives already, decide to try to give each other a little less fuel to the fire, eventually getting to know each other better and falling for each other.

Don't really show alot of their affection in front of the other Clan members and prefer to keep their closer moments to themselves. Though overtime a lot of them began to see something, when they've been less wanting the bite the other’s head off.

They do though act more lovey dovey around Karai to annoy her.

Realized they were getting close when they tried to cover up for each other, even trying to take the blame for a failed mission.

Bradford has a lot of regrets on how he used to be towards Xever. He used to hate his mutation, but at the same time in a way, grateful for the change, as it helped take his ego down and reflect, getting closer to Xever. Overall becoming a mutant brought them together and became a better guy for him.

Bradford REALLY regrets causing Xever's mutation. I can see Brad one night just unable to sleep and just apologizes right on the spot. Xever hold him saying if he can forgive him for almost letting him die(Never Say Xever), he can forgive him too.

Bradford eventually became pretty protective of Xever. A lot of the time for high risk missions, he’d offer to go in place of Xever or atleast go with him. Xever gets annoyed as he doesn’t feel he needs to be protected(but honestly just as worried for Bradford too).

Xever calls Bradford Brad for short or just Chris sometimes and Bradford calls Xever, Xev.

Have to be careful when kissing(u know, poisonous venom).

Sometimes dance together. Xever tends to accidentally step on Brad’s feet, they’re pretty big.

Xever usually does the cooking. Bradford usually has trouble due to his size(and tail hitting or catching unto things). He’s at one point had it set on fire🔥

For winter, Bradford gave Xever a scarf from his own fur to keep him warm. Xever got him a Chris Bradford dog collar. The one time where someone’s happy to wear a dog collar, lol.

Taught each other some of their fighting moves. Train and practice together a lot.

Bradford likes to lick Xever. He's Very ticklish.

Bradford took up Portuguese to impress Xever.

Bradford’s big spoon and Xever little spoon. Basically sleeps on Bradford like a pillow. Bradford’s more than happy to let him rest on him.

When Bradford feels down, Xever let’s him lay on his lap and rubs his head.

Xever's pretty touch starved but at the same time doesn’t like being vulenerable. Bradford usually just waits things out for Xever until he’s done acting tough and let’s him comfort him. The lap lay works for Fish guys too.

One time Xevers robot legs were damaged during a mission and he couldn't walk so Bradford ended up carrying him back. Xever was pretty flustered to say the least.

When they can enjoy taking naps together. On stakeouts take turn shifts. Bradford usually let's Xever sleep a little longer.

Bicker a lot. Usually at the end r just tired and forget what they were even bickering about

If they ended up actually hurt each other, usually have trouble(Bradford) saying sorry. Usually just keep some space until they feel like talking again. Bradfird def used the puppy eyes.

Help clean and patch each other up from missions and Shredder's more violent punishments.

With all the absolute madness going on, they prefer to just keep things simple. Between fighting turtles, evading Master Shredders wrath and everything else the city dumps on them, they just want a few minutes to not have to worry about being killed, mutated again or worse. Plus working in the foot you don't get a lot of time for fancy dates.

They tend to hang out on the rooftop to relax together.

Tend to have a lot of movie nights. Brad almost always picks a movie he was in and he's been in quite a bit. He always gets excited when he sees his debut.

They also enjoy just talking. About their past, now, what could happen. I can see Bradford tell Xever about the Lore of the Footclan and Xever perhaps some interesting stuff about Brazil.

They also watch Bradford’s cartoon series together. Xever laughs at the crazy absurdity of it all.

Likes to cuddle Bradford for warmth, considering all the fur he has. Def misses his first and fluffier mutant form but at least it's easier held hands with.

Xever bruhses’s bradford’s hair to make him feel better.

Xever would've taken Bradford’s death more harshly.

They'd both be conflicted when he's revived. Like yay, they're together again but also his soul was revived by a demon.

Xever would be devastated about Rahzar becoming Kavaxas puppet, losing him again. Perhaps after the incident when Xever renounced the foot for good, maybe he sees Rahzar who somehow crawled back up and decide to leave together. Perhaps eventually they get turned back human

What do u think? Any headcanons u have? I’d love to know💖

#tmnt 2012 #xever #bradford #chris bradford #rahzar #fishface #tmnt fishface #tmnt rahzar #dogfish #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #Xever montes

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💍 Bradley or Jake, please?

Hi love! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this, my adhd really gets the best of me sometimes! So in thanks I’ll give you headcannons for both!

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

I love Bradley, but that man is clueless. He tries his best and always has good intentions, but it’s sometimes a miss.

He might not always remember important dates, but in effort to not upset you he’ll have Natasha set reminders on his phone.

When he’s buying you gifts he always veers a little off course. You might send him exactly what you want and he’ll get something different because “I thought it seemed more like you.”

Man is a snuggler, he loves being the little spoon just as much as he loves being the big spoon.

He never takes his ring off. It’s always right there on his finger and he’s constantly toying with it. Especially when he’s on long deployments. The more he misses you the more he toys with the ring.

He takes every chance he can get to talk about his wife and he definitely carry’s a picture of you (and your kids when you have them) around.

He’ll be so excited and scared at the same time when you announce your pregnancy. In fact, as much as Bradley loves flying he starts considering hanging his flight suit up for good. The idea of you losing him in the same way he and Carole lost his father terrifies him.

When the baby comes he’s attentive to you because that’s what he knows. He knows how to take care of you, but taking care of a baby scares him a bit. They’re so tiny and he’s so not tiny. But he loves them all the same and by kid two he’s an expert dad in your opinion.

If there’s one thing Brad hates it’s going to bed angry. He’s let himself hold vendettas against people for far too long and he refuses to let anything like that happen with you. Whether the issue has been solved completely or not he will still hold you close, kiss you and tell he loves you before he closes his eyes that night.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Asshole to the word, sap for you. You see a side of Hangman that most others believe doesn’t exist.

Jake is a spoiler. He wants his wife to have whatever she wants and the best of the best. He’s got all your favorites memorized and will give you things just to see you smile.

And he puts his wife on a pedestal. She is his queen and he’s her servant. Don’t get it twisted, though, outside of marriage he’s top dog and he will remind you.

This man doesn’t need reminders. Honestly when I think of Jake and remembering important dates I always think of this tiktok.

Jake is a cuddler too, I mean man just want wants to be touching you in some way at all times. His favorite cuddle position is when he’s laying on top of you, his head resting against your chest while you play with his unstyled hair.

He’s always showing you off. Making sure every one in the room knows that the most gorgeous one there is the one and only Mrs. Seresin.

Jake had never been too keen on having kids. He was too afraid he was going to turn out an asshole like his father. It wasn’t until he watched you holding Bob’s baby that he realized he wanted that with you.

Having older sisters Jake was used to kids. So when the baby came he was so helpful. Letting you get as much sleep as you could, never letting you take the brunt of the care, everything you could have wanted from him and more.

Jake tried to avoid fights with you, but he knows that’s not always inevitable. Early on a lot of them stemmed from the way he treated others. You weren’t a big fan of the asshole ways, but eventually Jake became a bit softer and you became a bit more understanding. Especially after you met his father.

Thank you for sending this in love! Hope you enjoy! 🥰

#jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #marriage hc #ask ash

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Darkley’s Kids:

Gene: Master Keyboardist and effects mixer. Spends all day putting tracks together that wow the crowd. He’s really snobby about it but he’s definitely the reason the band has any fame at all.

Sally: You guessed it: Guitar! Literally all string instruments. Does a lot of vocals w/ Brad a lot and has a lot of other solo tracks from before they came together.

Brad: Other vocalist and lyricist! Sometimes plays the drums when Sally wants a turn but isn’t too into it. Played a trumpet in middle school and always insists on more brass. More. Gene MORE-

Their music is a little more chill than the ninja’s because of Brad and Sally’s influence, but when Gene gets a chance he makes some HIGH energy stuff. He likes a lot of electronica so they indulge him with some elements of that in some songs.

Music type examples: Young Rising Sons, ToP, Chloe Moriondo

Gene being snobby but efficient? Brilliant. Sally being the glue that keeps them together? Yes. Brad having some vocals to contribute?? Unexpected but big-brained indeed!

Yes. Yes I am eating this up with a spoon. God I love these three so much

#i can definitely see them playing a ToP set hnnng #darkley's kids #band!au #legacyverse #k1ng boo #asks from nice people

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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Headconnon about sleep with Brad

if he likes to have his hand on one of his girlfriend's boobs or even his mouth...

Sleeping with Brad

He's the type to fall asleep right as his head hits the pillow

Definitely sleeps with a pillow in his arms when he's alone

Very chill person while sleeping, only covers one side of the bed or he sleeps in the middle

When you get to sleep with him, he's mostly the big spoon

When he's really tired he's the little spoon

Always sleeping shirtless

Always grabbing you by the waist

"Come closer, i can't feel you", mumbling while pulling you next to him

"Baby, I'm literally in your chest, i can't come closer"

"Yes you can, there's plenty of space"

You'd laugh at him but try to get closer anyways

His hand would always travel to your chest, holding a boob and squeezing it a few times when he wakes up, if he does

Always having a hand on your body no matter what

If you fall asleep on his chest he would play with your hair, twirling it around his fingers or massaging your scalp

Earning a few groans from him

If he falls asleep on your chest, he'd kiss your breasts a lot, nuzzling them

Playing with them

Getting your nipples hard by squeezing your breasts all the time

Biting and tracing them with his lips through the thin pjs top

You'd be playing with his hair until he's asleep

He would have one hand on your boob while his head is on your other one

As much as it hurts, you give him a few more minutes to enjoy the moment in his sleep

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson smut #brad simpson headcanon

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inthememetime · 2 years

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Cleaning the Gravestones Chapter 4

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Chapters 1-3 (Tumblr): click here, or just search my page for the tag #Cleaning the Gravestones

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Chapter under the cut! (Also, I shamelessly paraphrazed the wine convo from Schitt's Creek, you can see it here)

"Mother, Grandmother, so good to see you!" Harriet greeted, and the three women exchanged hugs.

Kim cleared her throat and leaned in for a loose, quick embrace, while her little sister, Amy, did the same. Michael patted her on the shoulder.

She shook her father's hand, polite and cool. Then, she shook the hand of the young man standing beside him, and introduced Vlad.

They had catered to her grandmother's house. With a staff and everything for only 13 people. She had not been prepared for this. If Kim had mentioned the boy her dad invited over was the son of a vehicle manufacturing tycoon, maybe she would've- and would've been able to warn Vlad of the very fancy manners required, and how to use all the little forks and spoons.

After all, her family was new money. His was old money. Old, old money. As in, if the fall of the Russian royal family hadn't happened, he would have a title.

To her surprise, it didn't seem to throw him at all. And then she remembered- Masters. From the Romanov-Masters, according to some of the things he'd mentioned offhand in their talks while he was in the hospital. Vlad might enjoy normal things like football, hockey, greasy takeout, and cheap booze, but he was probably more used to this sort of thing than she was.

"So Harriet, James here is a doctor! What does your... Brad, was it? Do for a living?"

Vlad smiled. "I go by Vlad. Technically, Vladimir Romanov-Masters."

She noticed he didn't mention he'd recently started a bartending job. That didn't matter to her dad- judging by the way his face paled, he realized that he was talking to a person whose last name was on multiple libraries, museums, and public buildings.

"I've got two PhDs and a Master's degree, though I'm taking a gap year. Tell me, James, where do you practice?"

James cleared his throat. "The Romanov-Masters Oncology Center."

Vlad smiled. "Wonderful building. I've always been fond of the skylights my grandfather ordered built into the main center. Have you seen it, Harriet?"

"I can't say I have, no."

"It's a twin to the Romanov-Masters Museum of Science and Technology. He had both buildings built at the same time as a gift for his second wife."

"That was Katlya, right? Or your Babushka?"

"Babushka was Valeska- wife number four. The buildings were built for Katlya, though." He replied cheerfully. "Babushka was the one I'm named after."

"How do you get babushka out of Valeska?" Kim asked.

"Babushka just means Grandmother," Harriet answered. "It would be like if we called Grandmother Lao Lao."

She smiled. "Oh, I could've sworn I told Kim I was dating a doctor." His glare swung over to her sister.

Her father cleared his throat and glared at her. "Harriet, I didn't think you mentioned we would have such a distinguished guest."

Kim laughed nervously. "Well, you know how Harriet is. I thought she was joking."

Vlad tilted his head to one side. "Really? Why would she? She's certainly lovely enough to catch anyone's attention, wouldn't you say?"

Kim laughed awkwardly, and Harriet decided she'd leave him alone about the plant theft for at least 2 weeks. "Of course she is."

Once her mother started talking about something- anything else, really- Vlad leaned over. "You didn't mention the full last name, did you?" He sounded delighted.

"Nope," she replied, carefully hiding her grin.

"Tricky. I approve."

"You're going to make me laugh, stop." She whispered back.

"Harriet, you mentioned something about football games to your sister. Have you gained an interest in sports?"

Vlad raised an eyebrow, knowing full well she knew nothing about football and didn't care to learn.

"That was supposed to be a surprise," she said, and feigned a sigh. "Oh, well. I got us Packers tickets for your birthday."

Vlad beamed. "Thank you! The Packers and the Maple Leafs are my favorite teams, really."

"The Maple Leafs aren't a real football team," her father said with a frown. "There isn't a need to lie and make up names to cover my daughter's interest in something unladylike."

Vlad got that odd stony-faced look he did when he was considering something awful, and she discreetly bumped him with her knee. The last time, he made a jerk on the bus cry. "The Toronto Maple Leafs are one of the foremost and well-renowned hockey teams worldwide. You are correct- they aren't a football team. However, they are a team."

Her father flushed and her mother winced. Her Grandmother looked delighted, and Amy tried to disappear behind Michael and his wife.

"I see." Her father said coldly. "My apologies."

Vlad made a...less grumpy face. "Of course. And I don't mind any unladylike interests. Harriet is certainly worthy of love and attention even if she weren't a-"

3 weeks. She'd leave him alone about plant theft for 3 weeks. And look at tickets to a Maple Leafs game.

"She is my daughter, and as such my feelings on the matter of her behavior are the ones that matter. You are hardly married to her."

"I wasn't aware this was 1789- I thought it was 1989, my apologies."

Her father stood, slammed his hands on the table, and a candle unexpectedly flared, lighting his sleeve on fire. Harriet calmly took a sip of her wine as the rest of the table began to panic. God, she wished she had pictures.

Dinner went well, or terribly, or terribly well depending on who you asked.

Harriet leaned towards terribly well. Her father, no doubt, leaned towards terribly.

"Harriet, I am so sorry, I shouldn't have gotten into that argument with your father."

She beamed at him. "It's fine. I'm pretty sure the rest of the family likes you."

"Even after your father ruined your sister's dress because he was set on fire?" He asked dryly.

She grinned and leaned on his arm, not caring about the soot clinging to his sweater in the least. "Oh my dad and Kim hate you, maybe even Amy. But I had a great time."

He snorted. "Well, I can never look your parents in the face again, so I suppose it's good you don't bring them over."

She laughed. "Well, my grandmother adores you, so there's that."

"I have no idea why," he chuckled. "What did she give you?"

Her grandmother had pulled her aside shortly after the fire, and given her a seemingly random assortment of items. Several books, a few packs of incense and a holder, a small copper mirror, and a small stack of recipe cards involving red beans or peaches.

"Completely random stuff," she answered, "and a few new recipes."

He made a noise much like a happy dog, and Harriet found herself snickering. "Too bad you can't cook," she teased.

"I can make pancakes!"

"And?"

"...and I am otherwise not allowed to touch anything in the kitchen except the fridge, microwave, and kettle."

"Thank you," she said, and he snorted.

Suddenly, she stopped. "This isn't the way to the bus stop." In fact, it was the opposite direction- faster to the apartment, but it crossed a damn cemetery.

"The busses stop at 9," he said with a frown, and looked at his watch. "It's already 9:30."

She checked her own, using the light-up display. "9:40, actually. Damn it. I hate the cabs this time of night, they're so creepy."

"It's only 2 blocks if we cut across Forscythe."

He grinned, and for a moment she swore there was a bluish tint to his skin. She saw the blue neon sign over his shoulder and dismissed it. "Harriet, I promise I won't let any ghosts hurt you."

She looked at him incredulously. "Vlad. It's Friday the 13th, and you want to cross a cemetery at night."

Again, there was that odd seriousness. If it had been anyone else, there would probably be a mocking tone, but Vlad was deadpan- as if it was a serious concern and he could realistically stop it.

"It's not the ghosts- I'm not even sure they exist- it's the fact it's pitch black out here, and we don't exactly live in the best part of the city."

He frowned. "Fair enough. I suppose we could see if the cashier will let one of us use the phone to call a cab?"

She thought about it and sighed. "Is it bad that the cemetery sounds safer than a cab at night?"

"It is," he agreed. "Is it one specific driver, or just a weird feeling, do you think?" Vlad asked, leading them forward again. "I've never had that, but I don't usually take cabs anywhere."

"No offense Vlad, but you're a 6-foot-tall white man, and I'm a 5'4" Chinese-American woman. Our experiences are not the same."

"I'm sorry," he apologized immediately, and she shook her head.

"No, it's not your fault, it's just- people see you, and they see someone who probably isn't worth the fight they'd have to put up. People see women, especially women of color, and see a target."

She couldn't see his face now, with the streetlights becoming a rarity as they neared Forscythe Cemetery. "I can get that, sort of- but I can hide it, if you get what I mean."

"I don't," she said, "sorry. Care to explain?"

"I, ah-" he cleared his throat. "Well. Have you heard the wine metaphor?"

"I haven't."

They passed the cemetery gates, and in the faint light, she could only see vague parts of the path. Vlad, however, seemed to have no trouble, and she held tightly to his arm. "I am a red wine drinker. Based on what you've mentioned about former boyfriends, you are too."

That was definitely a non-sequitur. Before she could ask for clarification, he continued, "but I'm also a white wine drinker. And merlot, and cabernet, and- well. There are laws against anyone who likes to drink more than just red wine."

She opened her mouth when it hit her. Red wine. A woman who has boyfriends- but not girlfriends. Anti-sodomy laws. "Oh."

"When I'm drinking red wine, there's no problems. When I start drinking anything else, well. I have to be careful." He took a deep breath and sighed. "But as I said- I can hide it. Luckily, I don't only drink white wine, many have it considerably harder."

"I see. That's- I can't say I didn't expect it, but- thanks. For telling me."

He squeezed her arm lightly with his free hand. "Least I could do after ruining dinner."

Harriet laughed, and felt relief as they left the darkened cemetery in favor of the street lights. "Hey, it's not like you set my dad on fire. People can't really do that. Besides, he wasn't hurt except his pride, and he needed to get knocked down a peg."

He chuckled. "That would be impossible for a human," he agreed.

They were mostly quiet until they reached the apartment. She'd had a long day at work, following a long week stressing about the dinner, and it was freezing. She shamelessly absorbed some of Vlad's body heat- how he was warm in the chill air, she had no idea.

"Thanks for doing this," she said as she pulled off her heels and he untied his only pair of nice shoes.

He smiled. "Anytime."

#inthememetime #danny phantom #vlad masters #danny phantom au #cleaning the gravestones #vlad x harriet #bad news #did vlad set harriets dad on fire? u decide

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zlatko and jakob meet

i got possessed to write for these two dudes, it was originally just gonna be zlatko describing what jakob looks like but i got into the family dynamic

There was a sweaty white man on his sofa. He could only call him a man because he appeared the same age as Zlatko himself, who considered himself a man, but really he looked more like a boy, shrivelled and pathetic. His light brown hair stuck to his clammy forehead and he shuddered under the thick blanket (that was his, Zlatko noticed with a raised brow) that covered him and wrapped under his feet (it barely fit Zlatko anymore, mind the jealousy). This was definitely his mother’s doing - she couldn’t help herself from helping people, especially if they were her sons’ age. This may have been only the second time but it was twice too many.

He was pale, in both skin tone and sickness, with almost blue undertones, especially in the lips - he was confident enough to look at another man’s lips, yes - that were cracked and peeling (his mother would probably lend him lip balm when he woke up). His eyelashes, far darker than the hair on his head and closer to Zlatko’s, fluttered with every hoarse unconscious breath and bore dew drops of sweat that dripped like tears down his temples. He shifted in his sleep and it ran over his nose instead. If Zlatko were the type to give into his curiosity, he’d have leant over and lifted his eyelids to see the colour of his eyes, as he’d done as a little boy, but he’d long learnt restraint. Besides, he was cooking food. Couldn’t get distracted.

A white boy with brown hair. Wholly unremarkable if not for his sickness - and how he ended up on his sofa.

It was a goddamn miracle his legs weren’t broken, was Zlatko’s first thought as he heard the story - falling from that height onto Brad’s roof? Taking that many hits from his cane? The fever could have been the least of this man’s issues. Now he had a name to put to the lump taking up the three-seater sofa. “Jakob. He specified with a ‘k’,” Valeriya, his mother, added, stirring her tea with the same spoon she’d used to stir her soup. Cleaned, of course. “Strange priorities that boy.”

“Habit, maybe?” Eban supposed, sucking his cheeks to his teeth, his eyes fixed on the stranger across the room. He’d always been nervous around strangers, that was part of his anxiety, but this wasn’t his first rodeo to Val bringing someone their age home and nursing them to health - that was how Eban met his best friend. Maybe this was how Zlatko met his - he doubted it though; he wasn’t anxious, just antisocial. Sure, being homeschooled helped with that but he’d just never seen a need to bother, especially when he had hobbies such as cooking to busy himself with.

“Maybe.” That was that for the conversation about Jakob on the sofa, Valeriya swerving to discuss Eban’s school life - prom, exams, his crushes (aka Klara) - as if there wasn’t a stranger in their home. Again, not the first time (aka Klara). Probably for the best that he didn’t wake up to a conversation about him because a loud groan gave Eban mercy from their mother’s prying questions as Jakob’s eyes flickered open, light blue irises against bloodshot whites that were juddering around and struggling to say focused. Zlatko tensed. Valeriya rose from her seat, practically jumped, as she noticed him even before Eban nudged her shoulder. Her hand settled on Zlatko’s shoulder, squeezing in quiet request. Medicine, jug of water, plastic cup. Par for the course. His own hand was already reaching for his cane.

Food would have to wait. Good thing they had a microwave.

Uncovered from the blankets, Jakob looked even worse for wear. His shuddering was more violent, sudden jerks up as if grabbed by God at the waist, the sweat sheen on his face made him look like he was melting. His hair was sodden, like it’d need to be scraped away from his head, and his shirt, an unnecessarily bright orange (no wonder why his mother had given him a blanket), was in a similar, if not worse, position. Yet it could have been worse - his bones were still intact, he wasn’t bleeding and he definitely wasn’t dead, even though he fell from the sky. That’s what Val said and Zlatko had to believe his mother.

The medicine could only work if he actually took the tablets and he seemed too out of it to realise that there was a woman trying to offer them to him, yet the only thing that could help with that was indeed the medicine. Or a smack across the face. The Valerovs weren’t accustomed to slapping their patients - God, that made them sound like doctors, which they really weren’t, not anymore in Valeriya’s case (Eban dabbled and Zlatko studied and that was the extent of it) - and even if that were the case, Zlatko wouldn’t dare in case his hand stuck to his cheek like glue. His skin rather resembled that, glue.

His mother, the former doctor who had taken the Hippocratic oath and had never risen her hand to anyone, didn’t seem to harbour any qualms or worries as her palm struck gold - silver, rather - across his cheek. Jakob sat up with a gasp and nearly knocked his head against his knees, directly against skin, his ripped jeans wouldn’t have cushioned the hit. Valeriya’s hand darted in between the gap, her hand on his forehead easing him back as her free hand jostled the cushions to hold him up. “Here, take these. They’ll help with the migraine,” she said, handing him white round pills first, then brightly coloured pills and vitamins that had always reminded Zlatko (and Eban as he remembered that near incident when he’d been four) of stretched out Skittles. “And the fever. These will also help.”

Not waiting for her glance and nod, Zlatko filled the cup of water half full and handed it off to her. They’d learnt their lesson to use plastic a long time ago: Zlatko himself had been sick, not so bad as this but every illness was the worst thing ever to a child, and glass shattering over him and water soaking him hadn’t helped. At least this way, it’d be just water. No harm in that. Valeriya raised the cup to Jakob’s lips as he hesitantly put each tablet, one by one, in his mouth and took a generous swig each time. Now that he was awake, his eyes darted around the certainly unfamiliar room; the only thing wider than those were his pupils, dilated and hungry. They’d dimmed the lights for him - Klara had struggled with the bright artificial lights when Val had brought her home - and the daylight was starting to give way to sunset. Zlatko didn't realise he was staring until Jakob's eyes met his.

“That’s my son, Zlatko,” Valeriya spoke for him and the appreciation went unsaid. “I’m a doctor. Or I was ten years ago. It’s like riding a bike.”

“It really isn’t.”

“Shush.”

Jakob’s eyes flicked between mother and son before clutching the side of his face with a groan. “What happened?”

Valeriya rubbed his back comfortingly despite how the shirt was closer to brown than orange with sweat. “No clue. I’m sure you’ll remember when your head clears up. We planned to interrogate you later on.” The last part was said in jest but that didn’t make it wrong; it was as if Jakob intuited this from the loud, sorry-for-himself groan he let out that was definitely more related to his sickness. Zlatko nodded to the sentiment. He loved his mother but sometimes… she could be pushy. She squinted at him like she could read his thoughts. He smiled like she could. Giving mercy, she helped Jakob shift his long spindly legs back down against the sofa as he settled against the wad of cushions propping him upright.

“I don’t remember anything,” he mumbled. When they weren’t scrunched up, his eyes searched the air, hunting for something. “Got any pills for that?”

“No, I don’t. As I said, you can’t think properly like this.” She handed him the cup. “Drink this, then get some rest. We can talk later, Jakob.” Clearly, he remembered telling her his name, either that or he was too out of it to wonder why she knew it, because he had no more questions and happily drank.

Jakob was wholly unremarkable, Zlatko decided, even in sickness. And yet that captivated him because everything else in his world was very remarkable.

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kahran042 · 6 days

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Some new incorrect JCGTL quotes!

Brad: Getting into trouble a little early today, aren't you, Jonas? Jonas: Trouble? No way! You’re only in trouble if you get caught. Nick, grabbing Jonas: Gotcha! Jonas: I’m in trouble! (Source: Aladdin) (Brad Thompson, Jonas Corbin, Nick Murphy)

Jonas: I give myself very good advice… but I very seldom follow it, and that explains the trouble that I’m always in. (Source: Alice in Wonderland) (Jonas Corbin)

Jonas: Samantha had a nightmare and told me about it, and now I’m more scared than she is. (Source: black·ish) (Jonas Corbin)

John: Well, then, we've got to find a way to cut down expenses. What can we live without? Chloe: Probably Mark. (Source: Bob's Burgers) (John Seaver, Chloe Seaver)

Nick: Have you ever heard of a college called “Yah-lay”? Mark: You mean Yale? (Source: Boy Meets World) (Nick Murphy, Mark Seaver)

Valerie: While we're gone, you’re going to be responsible for the well-being of the house. *leaves* Mark: You hear that, Justin? I’m going to be responsible for the well-being of the house! Justin: Bye bye, house. (Source: Boy Meets World) (Valerie Seaver, Mark Seaver, Chloe Seaver)

Kathleen: You know what they say, 'A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down'! Connor: Not if you're diabetic. (Source: Daria) (Kathleen Urquhart, Connor Urquhart)

Katrina: Did you get your tree yet? Rachel: I'm a Jew, I don't decorate Christmas trees. Katrina: So you're going to go with a wreath instead? Rachel: I just told you, I'm a Jew. Katrina: Oh, I get it. You're looking for a cheap wreath. Rachel: I'm not looking for a wreath at all. Leave me alone, will you. Katrina: You're probably just tense because you haven't finished your Christmas shopping. Rachel: I don't Christmas shop. Katrina: What are you telling me? That you make all of your presents? Rachel: I don't give Christmas presents period. I told you, I'm a Jew. Katrina: Well, don't you at least need to buy something for your parents? Rachel: They're Jews, too. That's what makes me one. It's hereditary. Do you understand? Katrina: Sure. Rachel: Say the words "I understand." Katrina: I understand. So where are you going to hang your stocking? (Source: David Sedaris) (Katrina Rockwell, Rachel Fox)

*the Bernhardts are at a lobster house* Deborah: Kiera, put your bib on. Kiera: I don't want to wear a bib. Deborah: Kiera, honey, it's very cold in here. Maybe you'd be more comfortable with your bib on. Stephen: She means your nipples are sticking out. (Source: Family Guy) (Deborah Bernhardt, Kiera Bernhardt, Stephen Bernhardt)

Jonas: I’m not so good with advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment? (Source: Friends) (Jonas Corbin)

Jonas: Hey, I have kind of a crazy idea. Nate: Those are never comforting words coming from you. (Source: Gilmore Girls) (Jonas Corbin, Nate Kellerman)

Richard: It's National Son Day. Jonas: What did you get me? Richard: Nothing. It's not a gift-giving holiday. Jonas: I'll remember that on Father's Day. (Source: James Breakwell) (Richard Corbin, Jonas Corbin)

Chloe: All the boys said they were faster than girls in gym class. Valerie: What did you say? Chloe: Nothing. I just beat them. (Source: James Breakwell) (Chloe Seaver, Valerie Seaver)

Peter: And they say no one ever beats the claw machine! Ted: That's great, Peter. Now give it to Kat. Peter: No, she won it for me. (Source: King of the Hill) (Peter Gardner, Ted Gardner)

Jonas: Fate is just what you call it when you don’t know the name of the person screwing you over. (Source: Malcolm in the Middle) (Jonas Corbin)

Morgan: Lydia, you’re as clear as a music note, and as sincere as a melody. You’re the song that’s been playing in my head since the day we met. (Source: Miraculous Ladybug) (Morgan Urquhart)

Brad, to Jonas: Would you like to stay for dinner? Mia: Would you like to stay forever? (Source: Mulan) (Brad Thompson, Mia Thompson)

Jonas: Don’t you worry, your Uncle Jonas has got it all taken care of! Brad: … Brad: I’m ten months older than you. (Source: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) (Jonas Corbin, Brad Thompson)

Chloe: Why don't you just tell Mia the truth? You're not interested in her. Jonas: Because the truth doesn't work on crazy people! (Source: Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide) (Chloe Seaver, Jonas Corbin)

Logan: No, I am not paranoid, because I can say without a trace of irony: You're all out to get me. (Source: NewsRadio) (Logan Taggart)

Kiera: Perfect isn't easy, but it's me. (Source: Oliver and Company) (Kiera Bernhardt)

Jonas: Happiness is waking up, looking at the clock and finding that you still have two hours left to sleep. (Source: Peanuts) (Jonas Corbin)

*playing Wayfarer* Jonas: Pass me that dice. Nate: The singular is die! Brad: Wow, that was uncalled for. (Source: Phineas and Ferb) (Jonas Corbin, Nate Kellerman, Brad Thompson)

Chloe: I don't have a Napoleon complex. Napoleon had a me complex! (Source: Phineas and Ferb) (Chloe Seaver)

Nina: Oh, Jessie. You're so shallow. Jessica: I know. I am so shallow. (Source: Phineas and Ferb) (Nina Chapman, Jessica Beaumont)

Jared: Nick, you think every round fruit is an apple. Nick: No, I don't. Jared: *holding up cherries* What are these? Nick: Tiny apples. Jared: *pointing to a pumpkin* And what are those? Nick: Halloween apples. (Source: Psych) (Jared Murphy, Nick Murphy)

Morgan: Good morning! Connor: Is it? Is it really? (Source: Scrubs) (Morgan Urquhart, Connor Urquhart)

Jonas: I know I’m special. This isn’t news to me. (Source: South Park) (Jonas Corbin)

Thom: That hat makes you look like a girl. Kyle: Am I a pretty girl? Thom: Oh, well, um…you're beautiful! (Source: Spongebob Squarepants) (Thom Anderson, Kyle Levy)

Courtney, on the phone: Anderson-Levy residence, cute one speaking. (Source: That's So Raven) (Courtney Anderson)

Jonas: OK, I'm going in. You can just stay here and watch for Mazlish. Nate: Okay. Yeah, you go. I'll just stay and... What? Mazlish? Jonas! (Source: The Little Mermaid) (Jonas Corbin, Nate Kellerman)

Jonas: This is where I come to cry. Kiera: ...Cool. (Source: The Simpsons) (Jonas Corbin, Kiera Bernhardt)

Katrina: Maybe Colin's right. Maybe Peter is shy about inviting me to the prom. Maybe he's waiting until the last minute to call me. Maybe I should run home right now and sit by the phone like a drooling maniac so I don't miss his call! No, I'm way too cool for that. BUT I CAN'T TAKE THAT CHANCE!!! (Source: Tiny Toon Adventures)

(Katrina Rockwell)

Jonas: I asked Chloe because I knew she wouldn’t give me a lecture about consequences. Brad: Chloe IS a lecture about consequences! (Source: Texts from Last Night) (Jonas Corbin, Brad Thompson)

Chloe: How am I supposed to study when my hedgehog just sits there waiting for me to give him attention? (Source: Tumblr) (Chloe Seaver)

Jonas: Be the bigger person. Chloe: No. I’m 5'2" and bitter. You be the bigger person. (Source: Tumblr) (Jonas Corbin, Chloe Seaver)

Lydia: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing. Morgan: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing. Lydia: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements!? (Source: Tumblr) (Lydia Renfrew, Morgan Urquhart)

Jonas: Lazy is such an ugly world. I prefer the term ‘selective participation’. (Source: Tumblr) (Jonas Corbin)

Jonas: An outsider might be tempted to say that it sucks to be me, but that’s a common mistake. It’s AWESOME being me! What sucks is everything AROUND me! (Source: Tumblr) (Jonas Corbin)

Nick: *reads the Bible* Hey, wait a minute, they stole this from VeggieTales. (Source: Tumblr) (Nick Murphy)

Donna: Maybe you should try stepping out of your comfort zone more. Jonas: I'm never in my comfort zone. I don't even have a comfort zone. I am literally always uncomfortable. (Source: Tumblr) (Donna Corbin, Jonas Corbin)

Jonas: I hate people. Life sucks, nothing good ever happens. Kiera: *walks in* Jonas: A miracle has just occurred, I'm no longer the only one with brain cells, I've witnessed the face of an actual angel, I feel whole again. (Source: Tumblr) (Jonas Corbin, Kiera Bernhardt)

Mia: Brad made fun of me for getting Capri Suns, AND THEN HE DRANK EIGHT OF MY CAPRI SUNS! Brian: Mia, you have to grow up. They’re just Capri Suns- Mia: Listen, either you ground him or I fight him. So there’s two options, and my fists are already up. (Source: Tumblr) (Mia Thompson, Brian Thompson)

Jonas: You have a face. Kiera: Yes, I do. Jonas: I mean, a nice face. You have a nice face. Kiera: Thanks… Jonas: Please accept my attempt at flirting. I don’t know what I’m doing. (Source: Tumblr) (Jonas Corbin, Kiera Bernhardt)

Chloe: I'd like everyone to take a moment to think back to a time when they did something stupid, how they were treated, and how they wish they were treated- John: What did you do now, Chloe? (Source: Twitter) (Chloe Seaver, John Seaver)

Mark: You have a beautiful smile. Lauren: Thank you. You’re not that handsome. (Source: Vine) (Mark Seaver, Lauren Reinholt)

Nate: Jellyfish have survived for 600,000 years without brains. Chloe: A ray of hope for Jonas. (Source: Unknown) (Nate Kellerman, Chloe Seaver)

#jonas corbin's guide to life #jcgtl #my ocs

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bellewannabe · 2 years

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Something that I don't really post about a lot is my love for Taylor swift because of all of the negative feedback that happens about her but I am at a new stage in my life where I am going to be myself more and worry less about what others think of me. So look at this collection of vinyls I have been working on and am really proud of. I only collect the vinyls that Taylor Swift owns the rights to because I want to make sure she gets what she deserves. It is not the money part I know she has plenty of that but this is now fully her property everything she has created is in her control now. I know buying a used product won't give money to the old company or take away from what she has but I want her to make every last sale to show that she has created something great and she gets the credit.

This is really long after this so sorry. If anyone just wants to reblog photos of the albums lmk and I will make a post of just them.

I have decided to be happy with who I am and what I love. It may not seem like much but this is still really scary for me. I don't expect anyone to read this but this is important to me so I just want to share.

The night before I had a really important doctors appointment I had a huge burnout. I was up late kind of obsessing over my magic cards and by the time I finished it had become 2 am. And all of a sudden I heard a crash from downstairs. When I got down their my cat had shattered a glass by knocking it onto the floor.

(This little angel loves me more than anyone in the world and she didn't mean to break the glass.)

While cleaning up the glass and worrying about how to make sure no one got mad at me or hurt from the glass a lifetime of changing so much about me to make other people around me more comfortable broke me. I realized I was done. I had a doctors appointment the next day but I couldn't sleep and so I didn't. I went to the appointment the next day after 0 hours and 0 minutes of sleep. I maybe closed my eyes for 3 minutes trying to settle down but it didn't work. The doctors appointment was a really big deal and I already missed the last appointment so I wasn't going to miss this one. I got diagnosed with autism. (If you know me personally please ask before sharing with anyone else. This is a really new thing and I have not told everyone I want to tell personally yet. Eventually I will be open about it but on my terms.)

This is not a bad thing in anyway. It is actually really important. I have been in and out of the hospital since 2015ish and my whole life struggled with mental health issues. This is a really big key in treatment of those things. But the biggest thing is that it gave me the permission to be myself. I always told myself it was okay to be diffrent and things might be harder for me and that's okay but the world kept telling me that I should still be able to do the things that everyone else does. But now I know I just operate differently and I have proof. I have solid proof. Now what I gods name does this have to do with taylor swift? I have a bunch of diffrent interests that mean the world to me and I obsess over them and I go on and on about them and people get annoyed and tell me to stop. Some of my special intrest I just push past that like my card games or comics but my love of taylor swift and her music was never something I ever had the space to express my love for. I have spent hours worrying about upsetting someone because I accidentally grabbed their spoon or I said something in a way that was misinterpreted. Or that I bothered them with my special interests. This is what I love and that's okay.

My first concert I thought was a Taylor Swift concert but reall it was Brad Paisley with Taylor Swift. The only thing that mattered at that concert though was Taylor Swift. I was a poofy curly haired little one and she had curly hair and no one made fun of her. She seemed so cool and she wrote her own songs and I just loved her. We had the worst seats possible and all I could see of her was when she use to do her hair flips. All I saw was her hair but I still had the best time. It was a little loud and overwhelming but I was still so happy. I have loved listening to her music as it has grown and changed. I am going to be happy with who I am and what I like. Taylor swift makes me happy with her music and love of cats. Her music makes me happy and I always just hope that she gets the same joy in her life somewhere as I get from her music. Love what you love be you. If you are still reading this wow and thanks.

#long post #cat #long story lol #taylor swift #special intrest #i just think they're neat #honestly you can just ignore this. i am just tagging so i can find it later.

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