i didn’t change much, i just really wanna dye my hair and add another piercing to my ear. i also made my skin a bit lighter so it would match the blonde highlights more, and i removed my glasses cause i dont want glasses and i also added makeup cos why not
kinda accurate?? irdk i have a HORRIBLE eye when it comes to picrew accuracy 💀 i saw the hogwarts uniforms and actually squealed so ofc i had to make a hp ver too!
hi guys this is vi! i accidentally deleted my entire blog trying to delete a sideblog so i guess im starting over! for those of my followers who followed me for the fanfics, dont you fret! ill repost them again as soon as this blog is up and running once more
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Heyo, just a quick request for a rooster x reader head cannon list? maybe about how rooster is as a boyfriend that you have to hide from your commander? Thank you if you do write this! 😊
Okay, I tried, It might be ass, but I tried! Spoiler Warning, Top Gun Maverick (duh)
Masterlist
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Dating Rooster And Hiding It From Maverick would include....
> ok high key, I have to firstly say that this man would A D O R E you.
> he would never admit that, though.
>much like how his father was with Maverick, he would be with you, his also hot shot slightly arrogant best friend
>would always be onboard with you, but expect sarcastic snarky remarks
>you fly so dangerously
>luckily for you, decent flying runs in the Mitchell family!
>but this boi gets so pissed off whenever you do a dangerous move.
>"Were you even thinking of yourself?!"
>"I can do that move in my sleep, Bradley. I was fine!"
>"You could've crashed! Think of yourself for once!"
>"So? I was thinking of myself, of my own skill!"
>"What if you did crash? Do you even know what that would do to me?"
>And then it just hits you, and you realize 'holy shit he really does care'
>Doesn't make you fly any safer, and doesn't make him any less worried.
>Ok but like at the bar???
> God help anyone that tries to flirt with you.
>It literally won't even just be him on the person bothering you.
>He would somehow rope Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy into getting anyone to bug off of you.
>Like he understands you're a strong girl and can defend yourself
>But this boy is so whipped.
>Whenever he sings Great Balls of Fire, expect him to make you sit next to him on the bench, or perhaps on your lap like how Goose did with Carol.
>Kissing you and holding you in the breaks of the "kiss me baby!" "hold me baby!" lines
>Literally the sweetest whenever you two aren't being snarky with one another
>One small obstacle
>Your dad.
>Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.
>Your Captain.
>Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.
>Hiding this relationship from him? not easy!
>Trying to convince him the hugs before flights are just because you're lifetime friends
>Him somehow... believing it?
>Not sure how you got away with that one.
>Also not sure how he doesn't notice the hand holding in break rooms and the mission briefing rooms.
>How would you get caught?
>Trust me, you'd get caught.
>Rooster had inherited his family home after his mother passed.
>You and him stayed there, together, after you got recalled to Top Gun.
>So, 'Netflix and Chill' was definitely popular on Saturday Nights.
>You two would never do that tho.
>At least, not downstairs on a couch (;
>joking
>mostly
>Anyway, the two of you are cuddling and watching old movies when the door bell rings
>Having ordered a pizza about fifteen minutes ago, neither of you thought much about it.
>So you got up, and answered the door.
>Your face of shock when you opened the door, was priceless.
>As was your dad's.
>"I thought this was Rooster's house?"
>"It is."
> "Oh."
>"Is he here?"
>"Yeah."
>letting him walk in
>"Hey Babe, was it the pizza gu-"
>Babe?
>Maverick had to do a double take.
>"Nope. Pizza's not here yet." -Maverick
>that was one awkward night
>TBH, of all the guys, maverick would be glad it's Rooster.
>Lowkey approving, but having to give Bradley the whole "i'll kill you if you hurt my daughter" speech.
>Because let's be honest, that's how Maverick was growing up.
>You two were a lot more open after that.
>Bradley would high key also request your dad's approval before proposing and I will not be budging on that.
You’d stayed behind to guard the flag, which many were unwilling to do. Uriah and Marlene were further forward than you - making you the final line of defense and you were overly close to where the flag was hidden. Two shrieks pierce the air letting you know someone’s close. You train your ‘gun’ on the area in front of you, waiting for a figure to emerge.
“Well, this is a surprise.” Peter comments, smirking. Your hold on your gun waivers but you remain locked on Peter.
“Get out of here, Peter.” You warn, frowning. He scoffs.
“C’mon, (Y/N). It’s not like you’re gonna shoot me.” He looks at you, amusement in his eyes.
“You’re right.” You smirk, biting your lip and pulling him in for a kiss.
Needless to say, one of Eric’s best soldiers was M.I.A. when needed most.
I'd give three lungs and four hearts to read the love hypothesis from Adam's point of view.
This little shit met a strange girl in his bathroom ONCE and decided to simp for her for literal years?
But can you imagine how much simping his POV would bring? How much angst, because he thought she loved another guy? Fuck I'd love his train of think when Olive kisses him in the hallway.
[The Love Hypothesis, by: Ali Hazelwood, aesthetic]
"carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man."
"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."
"You can fall in love: someone will catch you."
"You kiss him and next thing you know he's saving your ass and he's buying you scones and calling you a smart-ass in a weirdly affectionate tone"
"She would have loved to run to the edge of campus and scream into the void until modern civilization collapsed, but that wasn’t exactly a pressing matter."
"God, she had forced a married man, a father, to kiss her. Now people thought that he was having an affair. His wife was probably crying into her pillow. His kids would grow up with horrible daddy issues and become serial killers."
"Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss; but every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare."
-Chet
Word count: 1303
Warnings: extreme fluff
"Bryce!" a voice called from the top of an oak tree.
"You do know that slacks are incredibly inconvenient to climb in right," he said as he progressively made his way up the tree. The higher he got; the breeze got colder. Zephyrus had blown a kiss, tinging his cheeks the same way a lover does. He reached for the last branch, hoisting himself to the branch Juli was sitting on. It was truly incredible how she managed to climb in a full-length dress, but to be fair it didn't really come as a surprise to him. It was Juliana Baker after all, his Juli.
"Took you long enough, now come" she scooted over, bundling up her dress to make room for him. He settled beside her, his shoulders just a hair breath away from hers, fingers just a shy movement away. Every part of his body was just screaming to just move closer but he refrained.
"Isn't the view wonderful Bryce?" Juli stared at the crimson sky. Hues of purple, orange and pink melded together, like waves crashing into each other and forming a beautiful symphony that painted the sky. The meadow with overgrown grass stretched to the horizon, the crisp green blended into the sky. The difference was stark, but somehow it worked. The coolness of the grass and the warmth of the sky, just like him and Juli
"It's a shame I've never gotten the chance to climb the sycamore tree," Bryce said. Juli swatted his arm and shot him with her death glare.
"I wonder why" she crossed her arm.
"oh come on, this my billionth time apologizing Juli"
"You know I hold grudges Bryce" Juli's lips curled into a knowing smirk, earning a groan from Bryce.
"Alright, alright I apologize for being a big jerk and it was all my fault" he confessed, holding up his hands defensively and Juli's laugh reverberated in the air and echoed in Bryce's mind. He loves it when she smiles, the dimples forming right by her lips drew even more attention to her lips. Oh how he wished he could kiss her right now, but he couldn't ,not now.
"You're forgiven" She had moved closer to him now, shoulders touching. All of him was hyperaware, how her warmth twisted his stomach into knots and how the part where Juli had touched was on fire. You know how people have said there are infinite possibilities, maybe in one of those possibilities he would have still hated Juli or Juli had not forgiven him for his mistakes. Out of those infinites, he was here with Juli, sitting on an oak tree instead of heading to prom like they were supposed to. He could have been dancing with her right now, under the dimmed lights, swaying slowly to songs. It may have been nice to finally hold her close, but he wouldn't trade it for what he had right now.
Silence. Juli once said that silence seemed to connect people in ways words never could. He used to disagree but he gets it now. As they both sat silently on the oak tree admiring the view, Juli scooped up his hands and held it tight, her soft fingers caressing the rough bit on his palm.
Saying that he might explode was an understatement, he was breaking. Like an old abandoned dam,his emotions and feelings were leaking and he didn't know how long he could suppress them.
Juli had laid on his shoulders, fingers intertwined, quietly savouring the glimmering stars in the vast darkness of the sky. One particular shone brighter amongst the others. Sirius.Juli had mentioned on one summer night while they were sitting on this very tree. She was insistent on watching the meteor shower with him that night.
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"It's a once in a lifetime thing Bryce,you have to see it" she had said, and of course he obliged.
That night felt exactly the same, the cool breeze blowing on their cheeks, and Juli was in the exact same spot. The combination of the two was almost paradisiacal to him, a sinful delight.
Before the meteor appeared, she had eagerly told him stories about stars. Stories of deities and legends she had shared, but one particular stuck out to him. The Indians had believed that the star, Sirius was the embodiment of Svana, a dog who Prince Yudhisthira had cherished. They were set on finding the gates of heaven and they did, yet the gatekeeper, Indra, had denied the entrance of Svana. He had mentioned that it was Svana was the only reason he had not forsaken the journey. After hearing what he had wanted Indra let the pair enter and the rest was history. He liked the story, everyone would have wanted someone like that. Someone would stick by you through the ugly and the glory, to never give up on you.
Then the meteor shower started, a single streak of light cut through the blanket of darkness,paving a path for the rest. The rest followed and illuminated the night sky. The silvery shine had gripped itself onto Juli, it highlighted the best features on her and also his inevitable feelings for her.
"Come on Bryce make a wish" she clasped her hands together, wishing on each of the burning stars.
He was never one to believe in stuff like that, yet he still clasped his hands together, silently hoping that the stars would bring him someone that would accompany him beyond his lifetime and be encapsulated in the sky together for eternity, just like Yudhisthira and Svana.
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For a moment everything seemed perfect, Juli sitting comfortably by him, his mind swelled with euphoria. Then it happened, out of the infinite possibilities it happened. The stars had granted his wish.
She turned to him, looking at him with those dazzling eyes of hers.
"you know Bryce, I think I love you,".
Then he broke. It was a whirlwind, his thoughts were muddled as he cupped Juli's face in his hands. His eyes glossed over with such fondness and tenderness.
"I love you too Juli. Incandescently"
He had always thought there would be fireworks during his first kiss, it wasn't far from the truth but it was beyond fireworks. There was a sense of peace that lingered, peace knowing she had felt the same way, peace knowing that she would be his. When they broke apart, his lips stained by hers and they held each other gazes for what felt like forever.
For all the ten years they had known and hated each other for,this was the closest they've ever been. Their breaths mingled as they quietly observed each other. Again silence had connected them the way words could never, it had allowed him to notice the little things about her he had never noticed before; like how the freckles on her face resemble the stars above them, scattered and beautiful. Her eyes were just as beautiful up close, so full of curiosity and life. Each little part he noticed about her made him fell a little more even if he thought he couldn't fall for her more than he already did.
Sitting here now entangled in each other's arms, they would have never guessed this would be their ending, or more so their beginning.
"You still remember what they said back in elementary school?" She broke the silence.
" Bryce and Juli sitting in the tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g" he replied, a smile etched on his face so wide you could see from a mile away. Juli giggled as Bryce looked at her adoringly.
"I guess they weren't lying after all," he said before pulling her into another kiss. As they exchange sweet nothings to each other, he could proudly admit that she was his and he was hers.
Authors note:
First of all I want to thank whoever is reading this little story . I was thinking of adding Juli's perspective, I'm happy to recieve suggestions from you guys. Please check it out on wattpad too !
“dream?” your voice is rough, raspy to hint lack of sleep. dream’s heart beats out of his chest at the sound of it; you hear it when you’re this close and it’s this quiet. he seems to be panicking, but your hand on top of his calms him down. “it’s too early to wake me up—”
“hi,” he whispers, shyly. “i’m gonna say something. don’t— don’t, like, interrupt me or anything okay? i want to do this all in one go before i fuck it up. please.”
“what? dre—”
“y/n,” he chuckles, “what did i just say?”
you huff, cheeks puffed with a pout. he smiles softly, using his finger to lift your head up, gentle on your chin. it’s intimidating to have him so close like this, but the familiar shade of viridian does nothing but bring a soothing shiver down your spine.
he clears his throat. “may aaminin ako sayo.”
your eyebrows rise to your forehead in surprise—though, you’re not sure if it’s because he started speaking tagalog out of nowhere, or the fact that there isn’t a single stammer that usually happens when he tries speaking your native language. it’s fluent. he practiced, didn’t he?
with a confused nod, you tell him, “okay. go on.”
“i— um. okay, well.”
you keep smiling, encouraging him.
dream sucks in a breath, cheeks flushed dark red. “alam mo ba? na sa’yo lang ang puso ko—” he guides your hand to point at his clothed chest, biting his bottom lip; and then words keep flowing out, rushing out of his lips with nerves, adding onto the warmth on your cheeks— “kaluluwa ko, lahat ito para sayo. ikaw lang ang palaging nasa isip… ko.” he blinks. “uh— fuck. okay, that was a fail.”
“dream,” you laugh, “you were doing so well!”
“okay, whatever, fuck it,” he scoffs, stealing a kiss from your nose. “mahal kita. hanggang mamatay ako, at hanggang maabutan natin ang katapusan ng mundo. mahal kita. uh. thank you.”
BONUS:
“aw, that was so cute!” you squeal as you tackle him down onto the bed, cupping his blushing cheeks aggressively. “did you practice that? oh my god, how long did you practice that?”
“…a week,” he shamefully admits, looking away. “i had to ask my fans to translate and teach me how to say it— stop laughing at me!”
for my filipino babies <3
this was from this ask but pan anon said they're writing a version of theirs too so i changed it up :D
gagawin ko sanang taglish?? kaso parang naging conyo kaya ito nalang AHHAHAHA
summary: you get sick and sapnap takes care of you, completely forgetting about the fact that he is still streaming.
a/n: hi sapnap simps!! this trope is overused but i love it sm. not proofread.
“You fucking idiot!” Sapnap yells into his mic, nearing a girl’s screech with the impressive note his voice reached. “Oh my God, stop, stop!”
“No, you idiot!” George laughs, terrifyingly maniacal as they continue to kill each other in-game.
It’s been going like this for about thirty minutes now, with either of them striking each other easily with a few hits, before clapping back, turning into a vicious cycle full of gunshots and their autotuned shrieks. It’s painful to the ears, but the viewers are enjoying it nonetheless.
With only the two of them in the call, it was bound to be chaos. It always is when it comes to them.
“You’re so dumb! You’re sooo bad,” George cackles once he’s managed to kill Sapnap off… again. For four times in a row.
Annoyed, Sapnap grumbles to himself as he successfully snipes George’s avatar’s head in-game, which breaks the streak, and breaks his eardrums from George’s poorly-pitched screech. George then proceeds to make various strange noises with his autotune as Sapnap decides to walk around and explore to change the pace of the stream.
But when he hears a quiet groan from behind, his brain instinctively blocks off anything else coming from off his headphones—mostly out of worry.
“Babe?” he calls out, tugging his headphones off to sling them around his neck. “Hey, you okay?”
Under the blankets, wrapped like a burrito ( “Delectable,” Sapnap had commented once, earning a whack on the back of his head ), is you, writhing on the bed, sweating bullets. Sapnap has seen you express a lot of emotions—angry, happy, sad, jealous, upset; you name it—but never has he seen you in a state like this.
All that comes off from you is another pained groan.
Without another word, he all but hops off from his chair to run over to you, in a frenzy. With his headphones on the same level of his chin, he can only faintly hear George’s panicked shouting and gunshots.
Sapnap presses the back of his right palm on your forehead, frowning. “Dude, you’re fucking hot.”
“I know, duh,” you manage to wheeze out, before dissolving into pitiful fits of coughing right after.
“Stop talking, dumbass,” he hisses, but there’s a hint of amusement curling his lips. “Stay right there, okay?”
A miserable noise leaves your mouth, making Sapnap wince. “Okay…” you groan out. “Hurry up before I die, though.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sapnap waves your words off, running down the flight of stairs as he mentally ticks off what he needs to take care of you. His mom and a close friend of his ( read: Dream ), taught him how to care for a sick person, so it’s a good thing he can use this knowledge now. Not that he wanted you to get sick or anything.
Almost as if he never left, Sapnap comes back to your shared room, this time wearing a mask, carrying a bowl of soup in one hand, and a bowl with a towel drenched inside on the other. He’s standing as if a soldier prepared to go to war, chest puffed and everything.
“Your knight in shining armor is here, ladies and gents,” he announces, using his foot to slam the door shut.
Sluggishly, you use all your strength to roll around until you’re facing him, blinking slowly. Sapnap’s heart aches at the sight before him.
“Hi,” you whisper, smiling softly.
Sapnap chuckles, walking over to the bed. “Hi,” he mumbles back, low enough to have his voice dip down.
He sets the bowl with the towel down on the desk, kissing your warm forehead with his mask still on his lips as a greeting. You wrinkle your nose at that, which he dutifully ignores. Sapnap helps you sit up, cringing every time you whine in misery, complaining about how your head hurts too much.
Sapnap reaches for the spoon, scooping his homemade soup for the sick ( not for sale ), before letting it hover near your lips.
“It’ll get worse if you don’t eat this,” he chides, snorting when you make a face at him.
It probably tastes like his shit, since it’s his first time cooking his mom’s recipe, but you seem to like it if you gesturing your head for another was any indicator. Sapnap’s chest fills with pride at that, resisting the urge to smirk.
That would be ungentlemanly of him, since you’re quite literally dying on his bed.
You swallow again, staring up at him. “Thank you,” you say shyly, looking away when the eye contact gets too long.
“For what?”
“You know… This.”
Sapnap laughs. “As if I would ever be too busy for you, come on,” he says, like the idea itself was so absurd. And it is, really. He would drop everything, and that’s a promise.
“No, no, I mean— Hey,” you start, brows pinched together as you stare at the headphones around his neck, “weren’t you streaming?”
Sapnap freezes, eyes wide. “I… I think I ended it?” he utters, completely unsure. He completely forgot that he was streaming in the first place.
Shit.
Nervously, he pulls his headphones back up, met with George’s exasperated voice. He sounds like he’s been running a marathon—then again, now that Sapnap thinks about it, maybe the tiny voice he kept hearing as he stirred your soup was George’s, and not the little George devil he made up in his head.
“You’re so stupid, Sapnap, I can’t believe you,” George mumbles, world-weary. “Your stream was still running the entire time, you simp.”
“Aw, Sappy-poo,” Dream coos ( when did he even get here? ), “can you take care of me, too?”
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