#ficspo

[sequestering]

Disney's ESPN moves into US sports betting with $2bn Penn Entertainment deal by Sara Germano (Financial Times) | All-in on sports betting, Disney is making ESPN earn its keep by Diego Lasarte (Quartz) | Wayne Gretzky and Connor McDavid Star in Newest BetMGM Television Spot (BetMGM) | BetMGM | Gambling ads and the NHL: should Gretzky and McDavid do better? by Colin Horgan (The Guardian) | The Washington Capitals | Hockey Night in Canada wants to know why you're not gambling by Chris Selley (National Post) | The dark side of the US sports betting boom by Oliver Barnes (Financial Times) | Sports Interaction: East vs West (Sports Interaction) | Gambling ads are changing how we view hockey by Cathal Kelly (Globe and Mail)

#little scrapbooking exercise here #it interests me!! it's very on theme #for how the norms in the sports world in particular #have changed beyond all recognition in only ten or so years #i wonder how that kind of thing disorients a person #burying the bodies #two common values #ficspo

[seriowan]

Dad!Tech when his child is at the curious stage and asks a million questions a day 😭😍 would you like to write that??

yesyesyesyesyes my brain is running a million miles an hour with these imagines and i'm on the FLOOR i love them so much 😭 more dad!tech blurb below the cut!! nothing but baby fever cuteness!! — i wrote him with a daughter in this blurb because i couldn't help myself hehe

"-and this is the pressure regulator that keeps the ship's internal pressure regulated in the case that it is damaged mid-space."

tech adjusted his grip on the little girl sitting on his hip then leaned, allowing her small hand to rest on the marauder's control board. the ship was off so he had no hesitation to let his little mini press buttons and twist dials — he'd fix it all later anyway.

"what's this?" she pointed to the screen between the chairs, glancing back at her father with curious eyes. tech reached up, adjusting his little adi'ka's goggles when they started slipping down her nose.

"holoscreen. it emits holographic images."

she swiped her forearm across her nose, sniffling. "like uncle hunter?"

he paused, then nodded. "why, yes. like your uncle hunter's message that he sent you for your birthday."

she nodded, her attention turning to more buttons scattered across the dash. tech took a seat in the pilot's chair, placing his daughter on his knees. she grabbed the ship's steering with both hands, leaning to get a better look at all the colorful buttons and switches, pointing to various ones that flickered and beeped.

"what's this?"

"the ship's shield switch."

"and this one?"

"that is a sticker. you put it there."

"oh. what's this?"

tech sucked in a sharp breath, pulling her hand away from the big red button that scarcely made him sweat. "er, not for you. that is a very dangerous button, flower. it's an emergency switch — for emergencies only."

she hummed, pushing up her goggles once more.

"can i fly?"

"no."

"why?"

"you're not of age."

"why."

"you're very young, flower. when you are older, i may give you lessons."

"but i fly the sting sometimes."

"the sting is a defective speeder without a motor or parts to make it work. it can't be compared to driving the marauder."

"can i try?"

tech scooped her up by her armpits, turning her around so that she leaned back against the steering wheel. she had a pout on her lips that made him frown. was she really that frustrated about not being able to fly the ship?

"adi'ka," he murmured, tilting her chin up to push her goggles back in place. he made a mental note to adjust the size and make it smaller. "can you look at me, please?"

slowly but surely, she looked up at him. "i wanna fly the ship."

he sighed through his nose, his words holding a weight that made his shoulders sag. "you can fly when you are older."

"how long?"

"mmm," he took a moment to consider before shrugging. "perhaps when you are thirteen. i believe that is an adequate age for you to begin learning introductory lessons for flight."

his little flower sniffled, blinking with her big brown eyes.

"promise?"

tech smiled, holding up a pinky. she immediately grinned, curling it around her own.

"i promise."

SOBBING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭 inbox is open for more dad!clone imagines! i'm on a roll with these little blurbs and i love it

#dad!tech #dad!clone #ficspo #tech the bad batch #the bad batch tech #tbb tech #tech tbb #tech #the bad batch #bad batch

[autumntouched]

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ content: in the jersey au jake has 3 kinks:

1. nat wearing his jersey and/or his cowboy hat

2. making her 💦💦 before and during sex

3. “fuck, let me cum inside you” speaks for itself

put all 3 together and it’s game over

I promise…this is happening!! Natasha has it all planned out 😏 Jake may or may not finish by saying, “That’ll do it” absolutely confident and right that he just got her pregnant

#i love your notes #talk to me #hannix football rivalry #ficspo

[scuderiahoney]

oscar angst from u… omg i’m seated. i’ll be ready w my tissues 😣

consider the following: it breaks my heart to think of him sad.

also consider the following: it would be good for the plot wouldn’t it?

#box box #anon #I’ll keep putting these guys into Situations don’t tempt me #say less #ficspo

[youreyeslookliketheocean]

sbi thanksgiving fic but it’s just Tommy stealing all the cranberry sauce and Wilbur and Techno, who are on “everything but turkey” duty (never trust them with an oven) panicking and wondering where tf it’s gone.

30 mins later they find Tommy hiding under the table, sauce smeared all over his face and empty cans littering the floor🤧

#stole this from my own Twitter #but I feel like tumblr would enjoy this more #kat speaks #dream smp #sbi #sbi au #au #sleepy bois inc #ficspo

[rogueddie]

werewolf!steve -> don’t hold yourself back, i’d love to read those ficlets if you want to!!

I dunno if they count as ficlets, I just have a lot of vague ideas for long multi-chapter type fics that I never get around to writing. I have a folder with like 20 of them asdfgfdsa

But in terms of werewolf Steve, the idea I'm having;

At some point in the tunnels in season 2, he's infected with Upside Down gunk. Probably through one of his cuts or something? Maybe he has a scrape on his hand. Somehow it gets in his system though, which is how he's infected. And it's not until season 3 that he actually mutates into a werewolf.

It would lead to him and Robin ending up soulmate bonded that way instead, just because she's the one always around him and, even with the teasing, I think she would try to take care of him if she thought something was wrong. She'd be the first person his instincts would decide is part of his pack (it'd be why she's the one he's most attached to, making the whole Russian ordeal a lot worse for him).

But by the time Vecna rolls around, he'd have quickly and completely learnt to control any and all instincts he has. He'd even have learnt to control himself during full moons. The kids would be in the know and no one in the group would bat an eye any time he lets go of his control to relax and does something... well, dog.

AKA his likes to rub his cheek on things, likes to be pet and will growl if provoked. The only instincts he doesn't relax with are the biting ones- he isn't sure if it's affectionate biting or wanting to turn his pack into an actual pack of werewolves but he isn't going to risk it.

So when Eddie throws him against the boathouse wall, reeking of fear and desperation, Steve is surprised that none of his instincts really kick up. He doesn't have any aggressive urges, only protective ones. Like, he took one look at Eddie and decided; yes, this one, I must keep him safe.

He wouldn't go with Nancy and Robin. His instincts go haywire at the idea of leaving Eddie in danger. It's almost painful to even think of leaving him there, in the direct line of fire. And he's a werewolf, he could kill demobats pretty easily.

But his overwhelming protect, protect, protect instincts about Eddie wouldn't go away once it's over. And he'd finally find out why he wants to bite- it would be so much more overwhelming. It isn't to turn anyone. He doesn't even end up breaking skin. It's just affectionate.

Uh. I don't know how it'd wrap up. Probably with Steve doing something distinctly werewolf-romantic but only Eddie realizing. Him making a move on Steve and both of them being surprised to learn that he purrs when he's kissing someone he loves.

#ask #this was longer than I thought it would be #oops? #ficspo #thing idk

[pupyr0arz]

thinking about apocalypse roach,,

#imagepost #ficspo #.bark #roach #apocalyptic!roach #gifset #stimboard #Bugs #thoinking

[moderndayportia]

No, but this, right?

Kneel

#ficspo #fleabag

[corelliaxdreaming]

All of this. All of this? *drawing circles and arrows everywhere* ALL OF THIS!

Anyone else think this is followed by a missing scene I need to write?

#I was promised njo Wedge would make me cry #It’s so early for that! #I’m lowkey holding out for literal tears tho so we’ll see #katie reads star wars #Legends: NJO: Enemy Lines I: Rebel Dream #Ficspo

[tinsnip]

ahahah

so if you're like me and you are writing ace attorney fanfic but also love yourself a Theme

here is how to break down a courtroom brief into major, minor, and sub-headings:

#ace attorney #ficspo #courtroom brief

[pedrito-friskito]

the insane urge to write an ocean’s eleven au with either

or

(no tom sorry not sorry)

OR BOTH?!

#kay talks to people #ficspo #???? #i’m insane for thinking of this when i have more wips than i have brain cells

[seriowan]

Your dad!clone stories are literally the best omg

I keep thinking about dad!crosshair like, imagine you wake up one night and he's not in bed next to you and you walk out to find him just in his sleep pants cuddled up with your child asleep on the sofa and you can see that your child was crying because their face is still puffy and red but obviously being with their papa helped them sleep and I just-

🥺 ohhhh i am so soft for this hold on i can’t not write anything for this right now hold on 🥺 dad!crosshair little blurb below because i don’t have any self control 🥺 more below the cut!! nothing but baby fever cuteness!!

the holo-screen showed clips of a movie you hadn’t seen before. reruns of action and suspense playing at a muted volume. lights flashed across the living room as you peeked out of the hall, glancing at the couch to catch a sight that made you melt.

crosshair didn’t seem bothered by the tv light as he slept. with one arm behind his head and the other resting comfortably across his little one’s back, he slept rather peacefully. his little one sat curled atop his chest like a gray-clad tooka, knees curled in and arms gently resting under their head. they breathed in unison, sharing the same nose-wrinkled look even in their sleep.

you watched from the hall as your child stirred, muttering and sniffling, wiping their little hands across their face to swipe the rogue tears that remained. crosshair’s eyes slowly peeled open, flicking down to his child before softening. he slipped his warm palm under their shirt and rubbed his hand up and down their back, the touch of warmth causing his little gray-haired wonder to sigh and relax like putty. even half asleep, crosshair’s little one scooted higher up his chest, resting their forehead against crosshair’s neck as if wanting all sorts of comfort - like their father’s smell and touch.

it made the heavy-hearted clone smile just softly, the corner of his lip lifting as he relaxed his head back and closed his eyes. his gentle hand rubbed up and down against his child’s back for a few more times before he slowly fell asleep himself.

the two exhaled deep sighs at the same time, mouths opening in synchronized yawns that ended with timed lip smacks.

you couldn't help but smile at the gray-haired mini when the corner of their mouth lifted in a dreamy, comforted smile.

just like their father.

-

inbox is open for more dad!clone imagines!! i want more of these 🥺😭 this helps me get my creative juices flowing for the other fics in the series 🥰

#dad!clone #ficspo #the bad batch #dad!crosshair #crosshair tbb #the bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair

[autumntouched]

i see your nat wearing jake’s cowboys jersey and i raise you nat wearing a dcc uniform, white cowboy boots and all

Y’all about to put Jake in the hospital 😭😂🔥

“What if we’re Baby and Johnny for Halloween?” Jake suggests the first week of September. He’s throwing together dinner for them while she works on crocheting a baby hat for her cousin.

Natasha grins. “I already have my costume for this year. You’re going to have to go solo, dickhead.”

“You picked a costume without me?” he whines like they’ve stuck to any of the other predictable couple norms in their relationship so far. Not that they’re even officially a couple.

“I thought it would be fun to surprise you.”

“You could’ve at least given me a heads up that was the plan,” he grumbles.

“Consider this the heads up then,” she tells him and counts out her stitches.

He turns to her from his stove. “You’re not even going to give me a hint what it is then?”

Natasha has to bite back the excited smile trying to give away her secret. “Why don’t you surprise me with yours? Call it even.”

Jake considers that as he stirs his homemade sauce. Then an evil grin spreads across his face, and Natasha wonders what she may have gotten herself into. “Deal,” he says. She loses count of her stitches again.

For the next several weeks, the tension of expectation builds as they catch one another smiling secretly and quietly to themselves. Coyote officially invites them to his Halloween bash. Natasha finds Jake peeking through her closet under the guise of helping her put her folded laundry away, and she’s glad she knows him well enough to have stored her costume at Bob’s. She does her own snooping at his place when he’s in the shower one morning, but he knows her too, and she can’t find even a clue before he emerges with his towel wrapped around his waist.

Bob offers to drive both of them to Coyote’s, and they agree to meet at her house so her wizzo only has to make one stop.

The night before, Natasha puts her hair up in pin curls so it will hold the shape through the party. She irons the costume Bob brought to work for her and hangs it up.

Her hair come out perfectly when she lets it down in time to fall some before they leave. Anticipating the look on Jake’s face when she opens the door, Natasha grins widely as she runs her fingers through the curls to stretch them into waves. She embellishes her heavier makeup with glitter and goes all out with falsies.

She opts for a push up bra under the Cowboys blue long sleeved blouse she ties between her breasts. Beneath the cheek high white shorts, she slides on a nude micro thong. Let Jake enjoy the whole package. She buckles the star studded belt low on her hips, shrugs into the mini white fringe vest, and pulls on the calf high white boots Jake’s mom sent her. She’d splurged, expecting this might not be the only time she wears them. The white cowboy hat stays in the closet. Her blue and white pom poms will be enough to keep track of, and Jake can enjoy the hat and boots another time with less in between.

She’s gone all out with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader costume. It occurs to her as she looks herself over in the mirror that she’s never put this much thought or planning into what would turn someone on. Usually whatever is in her closet or drawers is enough. But with Jake…well, she wanted something meant just for him. And she doesn’t particularly want to think about what that means. They’re just having a good time. Exclusively with one another. Enough for Jake to expect them to wear matching costumes.

Just before he’s supposed to arrive, Natasha puts on the Cowboys’ anthem “How Bout Them Boys.” The tequila, limes, and salt are ready on the counter. The doorbell rings, and she does one last once-over in the mirror, fluffing her hair out, before hurrying to get it. He has her key but promised not to accidentally ruin the surprise by letting himself in.

She opens the door, and Jake’s jaw hits the floor. It’s a funny look on the normally suave Indiana Jones he’s dressed as, as ruggedly handsome in a jauntily tilted brown fedora, brown leather jacket over a deeply unbuttoned white collared shirt, with a whip at his hip.

But fuck, if he didn’t know what was going to make her worry about her white shorts showing too much. She’s slammed against the wall before she even tracks his movement. He has enough sense to kick the door shut behind him so her neighbors don’t get a front row view of his mouth and hands all over her, her leg hitched over his hip.

“I must be fucking dreaming,” he mutters between hard, ravaging kisses, his thumbs somehow already gliding under the hem of her blouse and bra with hands splayed across her bare sides. If she doesn’t get control of the situation, they’re not making it to Coyote’s party. But that’s a hard thought to follow with her palms already running over the ridges of his abs.

“The party,” she gasps before he claims her mouth again. They’re not going to be able to pregame like she planned because she’s sober and already tugging at his belt, gasping at the clinks of metal.

“Fuck the party,” he growls, tossing his hat away so much like Harrison Ford that Natasha’s knees give enough for her to slide down the wall.

She catches herself on his arm and the knee he’s thrust between her legs, and aren’t they too old for Halloween parties anyway? Natasha grabs the chiseled sides of his cheeks and pulls him back down to her mouth.

Bob’s ringtone blasts through her speakers and their hastily changed plans. She drags her mouth away from his. “We can do this,” she pants heavily, strong arming his shoulder to keep him at bay. “Go to the party. Leave early. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

He groans and lets his head fall to her arm. “I’m supposed to watch your ass in that all night and control myself?”

She whispers his reward for doing so in his ear, and he looks up at her through burning, indignant eyes.

“Fine,” he agrees, straightening up and fixing his costume. Natasha has to go the bathroom to retie her blouse after he attempts to help her and accidentally, probably on purpose, undoes it. Her face is too done up to splash water on so she paces until she’s pulled herself together.

She gets in front with Bob when he arrives to pick them up so Jake won’t be tempted to let his hands wander. He sits in back alone, arms crossed over his chest like a kid that didn’t get his way.

Bob takes one look at her in the front seat and one look at him in the rear view mirror and says, “You each owe me two hundred bucks if you hook up or fuck anywhere other than one of your houses tonight.” He doesn’t even bat an eye at the shock on her face or sullen scowl on Jake’s. “And you might want to pull your collar up, Phoenix, you already have a hickey.”

A/N: Anon., anyone want to let me know what Natasha promised Jake if he behaves? Does Bob make $400 for the night?

#i love your notes #talk to me #hannix football rivalry #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #ficspo #hannix fic

[dyed-red]

Anyway soulmates are like the concept of fusion in Steven universe

Two (or more) entities existing as a single entity. Existing as a conversation. Made of love.

#citing my sources #and all that #soulmatism #posssession fic #wincest #gencest #weirdcest #this applies to all varieties of #sam and dean #because they are literally #canon soulmates #platonic soulmates #<3 #Steven universe #garnet #fusion #i love garnet so much she's literally love #'you are a conversation!! so make it a good one' #ficspo #Spotify

[sequestering]

turns out there is nothing quite like mile after mile of ice

#endless blue and grey #ficspo #specifically the fic where post retirement sid #retreats to the canadian wilderness to become a tour skater

[traumabuddies]

this might be a silly one and i don’t wanna be disrespectful to current partners but i kind of love the idea of a fic like one of buddie wakes up from a nightmare and partner is trying to console them but they just keep sobbing the others name until partner calls them to come over bc it’s the only way they’ll calm down ;_;

oh i could get behind this, this is some good angst! i think maybe this happens after a particularly rough call, where one of them almost loses the other. something that then gets tangled up with all the other traumatic memories they have of losing each other, that makes it impossible to go back to sleep because they need proof that the other is alive. and no matter how nice marisol or natalia is, how much they're trying, they can never fully understand. and when they call, the other comes running without hesitation.

send me a "I wish you would write a fic where..." ask

#hmm i do like this one anon #ask #ask games #anon #ficspo