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I agree sis/bro/sibling. Justice for us Frenchie lovers.

oh my god there is not enought frenchie x reader fics. i get he has kimoko but i need him to be in love with ME! DAMNIT!

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🌼 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭🌻   𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞?🎁

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𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 🔮

➥ (requests are open) ➥ smut ✅ (18+ only) ➥ comissions

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩-𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

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God I dig old nursery rhymes like this! Very witchy! ^.^

“I’ll keep an eye on you”

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: A bit spooky, but mostly fluffy and comforting vibes

Warnings: Mention of blood and being chased after (but nothing too intense)

Rating: g

Word count: ~ 2K

Requests: Open! For Twilight wolfpack, Narnia and Harry Potter

A/n: Honestly, I’m really excited about this fic. I think it’s very sweet and comforting :3 My brain is bubbling with so many ideas lately so expect new pieces from me in the close future hehe. Also if you have any requests feel free to message me!!

I recommend listening to a Twilight Comfort playlist while reading this. Hope you enjoyy <33

*gif is not mine!!

Summary: After the reader survives an encounter with a vampire, they are still haunted by the memories of it. Luckily, they have a caring and protective friend who is always ready to ensure they feel safe and cared for, even in the middle of the night.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to erase the terrible images invading your brain. For a week now, they have been omnipresent, taking up all the space in your mind. They are the center and focal point of your thoughts for days on end. As you open them again, your vision adjusts to the darkness just enough for your gaze to fall on a strange form crouched in the corner of your bedroom. You could swear it’s alive. Swear it’s stalking you.

You jump out of your bed to turn your nightlamp on. Your heart feels like it might spring out of your chest of its own accord. Your breath is short, and for a moment, you think you’ll never be able to take one that will actually get air in your system.

The menacing form in the corner turned out to be a pile of dirty clothes, but you knew that. Since that day, you feel irrational and paranoid. Everything feels like a threat, and you are now constantly looking over your shoulder, paying close attention to any suspicious sound or absence of it. You’ve talked about it with Harry Clearwater when you unexpectedly met at the Reservation one day. You did not hear him coming, and he had set his heavy hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Which resulted in a glass shattering scream for you and a bad fright for the poor man. As he invited you in for a calming cup of tea, you unloaded the weight on your shoulder to him. It felt good to talk about it, knowing you could never do so with your dad and your friends. He assured you that it unfortunately was a very normal reaction from your nervous system. You had faced the world's most dangerous predator and had survived it without a single scratch. Of course it would take some time for your traumatized brain to go back to normal. You could never take credit for the fact that you even had a chance to go back to normal, and would never attempt to do so. Knowing very well that without Paul, Jared, and Embry’s arrival, you would not have lived to talk about this encounter.

When you focus and let your mind drift off, you can live the event again, as if you were back in time. The paralyzing fear, the blood in your veins feeling like icy water. There was nothing to be done against a creature like that. You remember the horror you felt as everything became silent around you. You were headed to Emily's cabin, a simple, straightforward walk through the woods. The birds suddenly stopped singing, even the soft wind had died down. The forest knew it was in the presence of something truly horrible and had seemed to hold its breath, along with every creature. The color of its eyes was like in every legend you had been told; crimson red, like fresh blood. Not one ounce of humanity in those orbs, just a bottomless pit of cruelty and hunger. The worst thing was the pull you remember feeling for a split second toward that monster. You knew it was its sole purpose, but felt embarrassed you had fallen for it. Shivers crawled down your spine as you recalled its ethereal and hypnotizing appearance. It’s like you can hear again the faint swooshing sound it made as it sprang towards you. You remember sending out a quick prayer to literally any entity who would be listening right now, but the blow never came. Next thing you knew, three giant beasts tackled it to the ground, gnarling and dismembering it in a matter of seconds.

You open your eyes and shake your head to try and physically get those horrible memories outside of your skull. You lay back in bed, anxiously watching every corner of your room for some sign of danger. You left the light open, you knew there was no chance you could fall asleep without it. You tucked yourself back in bed and tried to calm your breathing. You tried every technique you knew, hoping sleep would grace you with its embrace, but nothing worked.

You look back at the clock after a while. 1:15 am. It was too late for you to get out of bed, and morning was still so far away. You had school the next day and knew that if you spent one more night without sleeping, you wouldn’t be able to explain to your teachers why you dozed off again in their class without them calling your father.

In a last effort, you tried thinking about reassuring and comforting things. Curiously enough, one kept coming back to mind. A giant wolf, its fur a multitude of shades of brown and red. Its eyes were sweet and reassuring, containing a particular warmth. You looked at your phone, hesitating, but remembered his voice: “If there’s absolutely anything, call me okay?”

And so you did.

Twenty minutes later, you got a text. You quietly walked to your window, glad to see Jacob’s familiar shape outside your house. He was standing next to a tree, representing for once a friendly and reassuring shadow in the night.

He spoke quietly. “Having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded, a bit ashamed to admit such an infantile fear. Although, deep inside, you knew there was nothing childish about being afraid of the monster you had been warned about as a child, once you had come face to face with it.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I'd totally understand if you'd rather not stay. I mean it's late and you need to sleep. I don't know what I was thinking…”

“Don't be ridiculous." he cut you off. "I’m already here. And once you’ve been asleep for a long time, I’ll go home and catch up on my beauty sleep, okay?”

You knew it wouldn’t take much convincing from him, there was no point in lying. You needed him. You needed the reassurance and sense of security he always brought you.

"If you're sure then… but Jake. You won't leave too soon uh?"

You heard his low chuckle in the distance.

“I promise.”

You slowly and quietly closed your window. The last thing you would want is for your father to wake up and see Jacob standing below your window. You looked back outside, only to see a giant russet wolf had replaced your tall friend. He was standing under the covers of the woods. Forks was a tranquil little city, but you could never be too careful. He gave you a quick nod, encouraging you to go back to bed. You sent him a little thumbs up before heading to your fort of blankets and pillows.

As stupid as it might have seemed, you did feel a thousand times better knowing that Jacob was right outside, watching over you like a guardian angel. To your surprise, sleep quickly came to you, and you fell into its black hole without any resistance.

//

You’re in a dark forest, running and running and running. You can’t breathe, your hands are bloody, everything hurts. All you can hear is an echoing, cold, cruel laugh. You trip over a root and fall. Something is rushing through the dark woods, coming at you. You get back up and run in the opposite direction, but it feels like you’re not getting any further, like you're running in place. You scream for help, calling out for Jacob, Paul, Embry, Jared, ANYONE, HELP ME. But no one answers, you’re alone, and you’re about to die a horrible death. You trip once more, your leg hurts like hell, there’s no point trying to get up again. You turn around to try and decipher who, what, is running after you. Suddenly, in the dark void of the night, all you can see is that horrifying pair of bloodthirsty eyes. You let out one last scream as it sinks its teeth into your skin. //

“Y/n, y/n, wake up! It’s okay I’m here, Y/n!”

You try to run out of bed but feel a strong pair of arms holding you back. The embrace is warm and smells familiar, but you’re not controlling your limbs anymore. Your whole body is in flight mode. Luckily, the thing (person?) holding you back is strong enough to withstand it, and even though you try as hard as you can to run away, your feet aren't even touching the ground anymore.

“Y/nn, Y/n, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here, it’s me. It’s Jacob.”

You focus on the reassuring tone of the voice and try to convince yourself you're not in the woods anymore. You can see your surroundings poorly illuminated by your little mushroom night light. You're in your room, you’re safe, you’re okay.

Your breathing is still fast and shallow. You blink a few times. Sometimes, the vision surrounding you is one of the cold woods. On other, it's the familiar vision of your room. You slowly turn to face your friend’s face. His brows are furrowed, and his traits have worry written on them in bold letters. He scans you, not quite letting go of your body. Too scared you might start screaming and running again.

“Jake?” “Yes, hi. Welcome back. You really scared me there Y/n.” “What- what are you doing in here? What happened?” Your tone is feeble, and you feel exhausted. You look around once more, afraid this might be some other kind of twisted and terrifying nightmare.

“Am I still dreaming?” You dare to ask. “No, you are awake. We’re in your room. You asked me to come to keep an eye on you, remember?”

You nod, still unsure. What if this was a dream inside a dream? What if the warm limbs of your friend suddenly turned ice cold? What if you looked at him and his eyes turned red, fangs slightly poking his lips?

He can see doubt dancing in your eyes. You don't trust him, or yourself. He holds up his palms towards you, trusting you won't bolt and run.

“See for yourself. I’m real, you can touch me.”

You reach a hesitating finger, carefully poking his own. Seems real enough, feels real. It's warm, the skin is wonderfully tanned, familiar. You’ve seen those hands at work a thousand times. You know them by heart. You poke his cheek, and he gives you a tender smile.

“Convinced?”

You nod once more, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, as your legs start to shake. That's the thing about dreams, isn’t it? Even if it’s only happening inside your head, your body reacts to it as if it were actually living it. You look at your hands, feeling reminiscent of the pain as if you did scorch them in the woods.

He interrupts your thoughts with a low and soft voice. “Come back in bed. I’ll tuck you in.”

He wraps your hands with his huge ones. They’re warm and feel incredibly good. You let him guide you back to your toasty blankets, but instead of leaving, he takes a spot next to you, shielding you from the window.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a timid voice. “I’m keeping an eye on you, dummy.” Your feet are poking from under the covers. You move to offer him a bit of coverage, but he declines. He is already hot enough as he is, although he can’t deny that his heart seemed to grow a size or two at the kind gesture.

You wait a minute before asking how he ended up in your room. You're not sure you want to know, but curiosity wins over embarrassment.

His expression darkens for a second before he starts talking. “I was just keeping guard outside when I heard a noise. You were calling for me… I didn’t even think, I just got in. You were twitching in your bed. I tried to calm you down, I didn't want it to wake up Charlie, but nothing would do. I was about to forcefully wake you, but you ran out of bed and woke up by yourself.”

“Oh.” You finally let after a few seconds of silence.

“Yup.”

Unconsciously, you're not sure, he took ahold of your hand and lightly played with your fingers. He finally lifted his gaze from your joined hands to look at you, all caring and reassuring. You slide in closer to him. All you want is to feel his comforting warmth and maybe offer him as much as you can too. You feel so bad for worrying him so much. He opens up his arms and cradles you in a bear hug. He won't say it out loud, but he's also in dire need of comfort.

You match your breathing to him, and for the first time in a little while, you’re not scared, not even a little bit. If only you could stay like this forever.

After a few minutes of silence, in which you almost fell asleep, you hear him whisper.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I’m so sorry, you don't even know.”

“It’s not your fault Jake.” You mumble, and realize you're telling the truth. These are more than empty words. Never has it crossed your mind that this might have been his fault.

“It partially is, if I didn’t drag you into all this you might have been far away. Safe, away from monsters most people don't even know exist."

“I chose to follow you into this Jake. I would be lying if I said this wasn't one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, but it was not your fault. Please get that idea out of your head, okay? I’ll get over it. I guess I just need some time, as Harry said.”

You feel almost fully awake again. He nods, but you know you haven't convinced him. The look on his face is one of guilt, one you've come to know more and more since you learned about his secret. He mindlessly played with a feather poking out of your duvet, avoiding your gaze. Once again, you realized how mature he looked, while still being so young. Too young to carry such heavy burdens. You wanted to hammer the idea out of his thick skull, but you knew there was nothing to do about it tonight. Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you, and convincing him of the opposite would take some time.

Your eyes focused on his tanned skin, and you suddenly became hyper-aware that he was in your bed while only wearing his jeans short.

You inched away of him. “Uhm, want a shirt? I’m sorry, I didn't even think that, since you were in your wolf form, you uh… wouldn’t have one?” You let out an awkward laugh. You were used to seeing him like this, but it was different when you were both lying in bed together in a space that felt so intimate.

“That's nice of you Y/n, but I don't think I'd actually fit into one of your shirts.” He snickers as you get up. You're still wrapped in a blanket as you forage in the pile of clothes next to your bed. You get out of it with a dark cotton t-shirt in hand. It's humongous for you, but you know it will fit Jake like a glove. Probably because it is one of his own.

“There, dummy.” You hand him the t-shirt before jumping back in bed to wrap yourself properly, like a human burrito.

He looks at the piece of clothing and then at you for a good 10 seconds. “You still have this?”

He genuinely looks surprised, but his expression seems mixed with a hint of… satisfaction?

You nod, your nose and eyes being the only part of your anatomy still out of the blankets. You still remember the day he lent you that shirt when you had been caught in the rain at La Push. You never returned it to him, loving the way the gigantic piece of clothing felt on you.

He didn't add anything else before putting the shirt on. “It smells a lot like you.” He adds, a slight tremor in his voice.

“That might be because I wear it a lot to sleep.” You shamefully admit. Your words are nothing more than a whisper, but you know he didn’t have any trouble hearing them. You pull the covers even higher, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Is that so?” He's smugly smirking. No doubt anymore that he is satisfied with that new piece of information, which makes you want to crawl even further under the covers.

You mutter a quick 'dumbass' before turning away from him. He chuckled before grabbing and pulling you on his broad chest like you weighted nothing more than a feather. You and Jake have always been comfortable with physical touch, but you feel like this is special. You have never done this before. Fine the circumstances were a bit peculiar, but that did not keep you from relishing in the warmth he diffused in waves. You didn't even bother to fake protest. This, is all you need, and you will not be foolish enough to ruin the moment. He wiggles even closer, and you can feel his chest come flush with your back through the layers of blankets. He rests his chin on the crown of your head before lightly stroking the side of his full cheek on your hair.

“Little human burrito.” He mutters. His voice is barely a whisper. Its husky tone makes you shiver. “I’ll watch over you, now go back to sleep.”

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Here is part.2 🌟

Bucky: *shoots and kills people*

Bucky: *is responsible for some of the most important assassinations in 20th century’s history*

Steve: awww you go babe, you put the “cute” in execute :3

The Boys reimagined as Dog Breeds

Hughie- Miniature Italian Greyhound. Hughie is timid and needy for affection from his people, constantly on the lookout for validation. When he’s around people he cares about, he is kind and playful but in unfamiliar surroundings, Hughie is alert and aloof with strangers.

Frenchie- Golden Retriever. Even during scuffles, which don’t happen often, he loves his family and will be empathetic in times of stress. At first, he’s a little shy with strangers, but once he gets a feeling of how they are, he’s very friendly. Frenchie is very smart, which yes sometimes goldens are, and can work multiple jobs with a variety of skills. When not working, Frenchie is a food-driven guy, always wanting to make and eat pastries.

Kimiko- American Pitbull Terrier. She’s quiet, alert, and can be unpredictable mostly due to her past trauma. She’s weary around strangers but with her own family (the boys) she’s extremely sweet and incredibly loyal. There's nothing that she would not do for her family, she would go so far as to fight and die for them.

MM- Great Dane. Don’t let the size of this man fool you, he can be a gentle giant. He can be playful at times, affectionate to those around him, and good with kids. For the most part, MM gets along with others, but if in an unfamiliar environment, he can be very leery and aggressive with strangers.

Billy- hear me out, a Chihuahua. He’s got a huge personality and is always alert, charming, and with overwhelming confidence. You’d think he’s approachable, but if you get too near, he’ll bite you. Extremely loyal and protective of the one person he’s bonded with.

Soldier Boy- An Akita. This man would rather work alone rather in a group. He can be aggressive with other dogs when it’s not in his family and will keep himself as the top dog when it comes to social hierarchy with those in the house. Ben can be loyal and protective over those he loves but can be difficult to control due to his size. Ben can be a difficult man to work with, as he will sometimes just walk out of a conversation due to his stubbornness. You often must keep the conversation/ training interesting in order to get the results you want.

Homelander- this mfer is not a dog, he’s a cat. He gets what he wants and will stop at nothing to get it. Oh! You have 5 minutes left of the finale of your favorite show, let me just stand on the most sensitive parts of your boobs and stare at you until you get me my food. Every time you’d move him off your chest, he would get right back on this time with claws. You’d then have to pause the show and feed the little spoiled bastard. He does what he wants when he wants and you can’t do anything to stop him, otherwise, he’ll bite you.

The Boys (2019-) 2.08 | What I Know

ok yes i hate it when butcher is awful to annie or kimiko because they’re supes but it IS objectively very funny that he was like ‘okay! here’s my anti-supes terrorist group in which we hate supes and murder supes. who wants to join’ and frenchie and hughie were BOTH like ‘me! :D can i bring my supe girlfriend though’ like. how do you even react to that

The Real MVP

MORE pointless The Boys headcanons because I'm trash.

Hughie is one of those annoying vinyl records people. Everyone else in The Boys cannot stand it with the exception of M.M. They have a joint vinyl collection they keep in the office. M.M once slapped Hughie because his Dead Milkmen vinyl touched one of his Run-DMC records

Hughie and Annie have done a 'sweater swap' before. Everyone but Frenchie thought it was a disgusting flaunting of their relationship.

Butcher and Kimiko, even if they don't always get along, have a shared passion in B-list horror movies. If it has cheesy dialogue, weird line delivery, and bad practical effects, they're all over it.

At some point, Hughie and Annie adopted a cat together. Not only does the cat help keep some sense of normalcy, but it helps deter surprise visits from Butcher, who vehemently hates cats. Annie takes advantage of this knowledge whenever possible.

Because Frenchie is.. Frenchie, he and Annie don't have a ton in common. With the exception of cars. Frenchie and Annie are both car people. Sometimes they take road trips to car shows together, but Annie never lets Frenchie drive.

Annie and Kimiko have a regular 'Girl's Night.' Sometimes it's during the day, but that doesn't really matter. The point is- sometimes they take a day to get away from the batshit craziness of their life to just do normal stuff together. Sometimes they include Maeve and/or Janine, depending entirely on the activity.

frenchie icons

reblog/like if you save <3

I can’t express how much serotonin I get every time Frenchie says “petit Hughie”

Started watching it because of a recommendation, on my way to keep watching it entirely because of Frenchie

The tisim is winning

Wanda’s Jewelry in AoU: An Analysis

In an interview in 2015, Lizzie described the Maximoffs as vagabonds and revealed that all of Wanda’s accessories are an amalgamation of things that she has picked up over time and that Pietro has swiped for her.

When you compare the items on her left hand to the items on her right hand, there’s an obvious difference in quality.

On her right hand: cloth and chord bracelets, rings of thin, flimsy metal. These are the things that Wanda has found and collected for herself.

On her left hand: a silver bangle, a string of pearls, a gold ring with a red coral stone. These things, precious and costly, are things that Pietro has stolen from shops and thoughtfully gifted to his sister.

Wanda wears these gifts from Pietro on her left hand because that’s the hand on which one wears promise, engagement, and wedding rings.

Thank you for your time ♥

Like Icarus and Apollo

we could be in love

like Icarus and Apollo

you could be the sun

and i could be the one

who flies so close

that my wings get burn

but deep down

i knew that i was going to fall

cause if i say "i love you"

you would say "leave me alone"

and i loved you

like Icarus loved the sun

i loved you too close

i loved you too much

and i loved you

like a mortal loves a god

i know you don't love me at all

but i still cry when i get hurt

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By me. Pls tell me if you think i should turn It into a song. I hope you liked it

marauders pillow pets

of course the marauders era characters would have loved pillow pets and would sleep with them every night (or would hide the fact that they did), but the question is which pillow pet did they each bring to the sleepover

Sirius - dog

James - moose

Remus - monkey

Peter - bumble bee

Lily - frog

Mary - ladybug

Marlene - strawberry scented cow

or turtle

Dorcas - zebra

Regulus - giraffe

or Winnie the pooh

Barty - dolphin

Evan - penguin

Pandora - panda

poly marauders relationship headcannons

The Marauders—James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin—form an unbreakable bond of friendship at Hogwarts. When Y/N becomes an integral part of their lives, the dynamics of their relationship take on a special and heartwarming twist:

1. Inseparable Unit: The trio of Marauders and Y/N become an inseparable unit, each complementing the others' personalities perfectly. They share an unspoken understanding that goes beyond words, forming a strong, unbreakable friendship.

2. Mischief and Laughter: Marauders are known for their mischief, and Y/N's inventive mind only enhances their pranks. Together, they orchestrate elaborate schemes that keep the entire Hogwarts community entertained, and they're often caught in fits of laughter at the outcomes.

3. Sirius Black: Sirius is the charming, impulsive one in the group. He's the prankster with a heart of gold, always ready to bring a smile to Y/N's face. His mischievous nature is balanced by the genuine care and loyalty he shows towards his friends, especially Y/N.

4. James Potter: James is the confident, charismatic leader of the Marauders. He's head over heels for Y/N and often finds himself going to great lengths to impress them. His love for Quidditch and his friends is only rivaled by his affection for Y/N.

5. Remus Lupin: Remus is the calm, wise, and responsible one in the group. He's not only a voice of reason but also a pillar of emotional support for Y/N and the other Marauders. His nurturing nature brings a sense of stability to the relationship.

6. Shared Secrets: The bond between the Marauders and Y/N is built on trust, and they share their deepest secrets with each other. Y/N becomes the confidant for each Marauder, providing a safe space for them to open up without judgment.

7. Celebrating Victories and Facing Challenges: They celebrate each other's successes and stand united in the face of challenges. Y/N becomes the cheering squad for the Marauders' Quidditch triumphs and a source of strength when they encounter personal struggles.

8. Unwavering Loyalty: Loyalty is the cornerstone of their relationship. They stand by each other, no matter the circumstances. Y/N's presence only strengthens this loyalty, creating a support system that can weather any storm.

9. The "Y/N Effect": Y/N's presence brings out the best in each Marauder. They become more responsible, caring, and attuned to each other's feelings. Y/N's influence contributes to the personal growth of the Marauders, making them better individuals.

10. Lasting Bonds: Their friendship extends beyond Hogwarts, and they remain a tight-knit group even after leaving school. As they navigate adulthood, their bond remains unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of friendship and love.

Random Cobra Kai Headcanons

Chris and Mitch met at a wrestling match

Kyler doesn’t have a mom

Nate is weirdly book smart and it scares people because he says the stupidest stuff most of the time

Mitch feels bad about how mad people were at Hawk because of the fact he was there with him through most of it and no one was mad at him (Mitch literally didn’t even want to leave Cobra Kai, he was kicked out. Plus he high fives Hawk after breaking Demetri’s arm. I’m not saying he hasn’t changed but he’s done some messed up stuff too guys)

Miguel and Johnny went on a binge of all the Marvel movies after Johnny admitted that he didn’t know who Deadpool was

Mitch used to have a crush on Hawk

Eli has the biggest sweet tooth

So does Daniel

Eli knows how to play the guitar for the simple reason that Jacob Bertrand can

Krease can speak a little bit of French

Tory is really good at drawing

CK characters react to Reader catching the bouquet at a wedding (they're her plus one)

Miguel: blushes and smiles, a little awkward but internally freaking out inside because what were the chances? Really? he's a cheesy romantic though, so he's sees it as a sign.

Sam: blushes a lot but shows her excitement, giggling and hugging Reader. It's super cute and she makes jokes about it being their fate.

Robby: doesn't know what to think. Kind of just forgets where he's at until Reader yells at him "Robby, look!" while waving the bouquet in the air. He smiles at her because her excitement is sweet and endearing, but boy did the initial catch give him a bit of a scare.

Tory: doesn't take it seriously and makes jokes about it. "Guess we're the next brides," she says and rolls her eyes. Gets mad and defensive if someone else makes a joke about it though, because deep down she'd love nothing more than to marry Reader.

Demetri: chokes on his drink and almost dies, not even kidding. He coughs and hacks for several minutes and someone has to slap him on the back a few times. Reader even gets the impression that he wouldn't want to marry her, to which he has to clarify that he's going to do that on his own terms and not because of someone else's wedding bouquet toss.

Yasmine: screams and jumps around, clapping her hands in excitement. She was so close to catching the bouquet but is so happy yReader caught it instead. Thinks Reader looks holding it but would look better in a white dress 😏

Moon: smiles and claps with everyone, then winks at Reader. Her mission is to make Reader blush while holding that bouquet. She looks sweet and innocent but her girlfriend caught those flowers and she'll be damned if she doesn't take advantage of this opportunity.

Hawk: laughs so loud in some sort of accomplishment and hugs Reader, kissing her face all over. She tries shoving him off, but he just laughs and says, "Nah, you can't get rid of me that easily now." Secretly already has a ring picked out and this was just confirmation for him to ask her already.

Masterlist

I honestly kind of post whenever 

<3 fluff

;) smut

* angst

Cobra Kai

Miguel Diaz

      NSFW Alphabet ;)

      Fluff Alphabet <3

      Valentine’s Day <3

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz

      NSFW Alphabet ;)

      Fluff Alphabet <3

     What Did I Miss? ;)

Robby Keene

     NSFW Alphabet ;)

Demitri

      NSFW Alphabet ;)

Outer Banks

      Roast Me Baby (Rafe Cameron) <3

Marvel

      Bareback (Peter Parker) ;)

Twilight 

     I Have This… Thing (Paul Lahote) ;)

     Told You So (Paul Lahote) ;)

     Careful (Seth Clearwater) ;)

     I’ll Take Care of You (Jacob Black) ;)

     You Just Wait (Jared Cameron) ;)

     Research (Embry Call) ;)

     He’s A Sweetheart (Quil Ateara) ;)

     A Second Chance (Seth Clearwater) <3 *

     Take One (Seth Clearwater) ;)

Cobra Kai headcanons

Not x reader. Just general headcanons I have for the main characters. Will probably do a part 2 for the adults and side characters

Tw for quite a bit of swearing.

Miguel:

The cursed child craves raisin cookies

Like. He just? Eats them? For fun???

This boy gets lost taking the trash out.

His sense of direction is so bad it makes his GPS cry

Kicks ass at arcade games like pinball or pacman

Could fall asleep in the bed of a moving truck he doesn’t care. When he’s tired, he. is. tired.

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