2BDamned/Doc headcanons
Because I'm a fellow Doc enjoyer. And I'm obsessed with this old man that has only appeared four times now in the fucking series.
This is LOOOONG.
If he had an equivalent to a human age, he would be at least in his early 40's or in his mid 30's.
Doesn't mind He/They pronouns, gender? What is that really?
Agender and gender nonconforming
Has eight piercings in total, two industrials, four orbitals an eyebrow piercing and a tongue piercing.
He's Russian, idk why i just think he is for some reason.
He's punk, or was punk at some point. C'mon now, he's a dissenter, he betrayed the agency in some way. Don't tell me that's not punk.
+ silly ahhhh mohawk
He's autistic. Not that he really knows it ofc, but it's kind of like an open secret.
(At this point all of the status quo is neurodivergent + mentally ill)
He's bilingual, he knows more than ten languages including russian and english.
What? ofc he knows Spanish? (I'm coping so fucking hard rn)
He shaves his head for routine and 2B more comfortable (I'm sooo funny i know)
Cut him some slack, maintaining hair, specially a mohawk is difficult.
This man absorbs information like it's there's no tomorrow, if the topic interest him ofc.
That's how he learned some medical stuff.
He likes black coffee, just plain coffee, no sugar or nothing.
Sleep schedule? What it's that?
He knows all about Nevada and how it all works, it's his thing, he learns pretty fast and Jebus is he good at it.
The only reason that he doesn't learn how to drive properly is because he doesn't see a real reason for it.
Why learn how to drive if reality itself is in constant danger?
He does know how to cook but he is too lazy to do it.
He's a chubby man, he does have some muscles, it's like a combination.
Ofc he has a lot of body hair.
He knows basic self defense tactics, but only uses them as a last resort.
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REN’S RECS —
. . . also known as my 1k follower celebration! i wanted to appreciate some other authors (thank you to @hotchfiles for giving me the idea), and i’ve been meaning to read more fics. perfect storm, no? they’ll be arranged by character and will have small semi-specific comments alongside a brief line of what the work is about (if the title doesn’t explain it). sorry for the spencer bias. it will keep happening.
— if you’re an author confused on why you were tagged when we’ve never interacted - hi! i liked at least one of your works enough i wanted to share it with my following and give you more of the interaction you deserve. if you want to be removed from this list for any reason just dm me or send an ask ^-^
— SPENCER
@day-dreamed : falling asleep on spencer’s shoulder. it was adorable and i really appreciated the gentle awkwardness in how you wrote spencer. i always imagine early seasons spencer and it just worked for me… super soft and sweet
@januaryembrs : fugitive affections. reader is incredibly affectionate and spencer can’t find it in himself to hate it. this was so cute my cheeks hurt. just the idea of him warming to someone and being so broken down and surprised by affection and easily given love… well.. yes… my little guy..
@angelsassassin : home. spencer gets out of prison to come home to you. mdni by author’s request. him needing you like oxygen i’m actually going to perish!!! the normalcy and intimacy without any of the awkwardness of the time apart, the love and promises of care and his safety :( it says series i will keep an eye out for more parts…
@nereidprinc3ss : bandages. reid helps you change your bandages at work. i’m pretty certain i’ve reblogged + recommended this before but the characterization is so perfect and it’s so cute, it gets me every time. their dynamic is so well done
@reiderwriter : isn’t she pretty, daddy? spencer’s daughter tries to set you, her teacher, up with him. i’m not a kid person and tend not to read kid fics, but i’m so glad i did. this was heart-achingly sweet. she’s such a little troublemaker in the best way… literally so cute and <3 to me
@ddejavvu : the bau snoops at spencer’s apartment and finds he had a woman over. derek my comedic relief character forever and ever. and emily’s post it… idk. i just really loved it. again, i picture early season’s spencer — maybe a more confident reader too, where he’d be humiliated by this and she’d lap it up
— AARON
first of all i will recommend my dearly beloved @hotchfiles. all her stuff is incredible but if you want fic that feels like the show itself, read in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.
@ssahotchnerr : the parentals. the team refer to you and aaron as mom and dad. have reblogged this iirc. still wonderful. dave catching strays will never not be funny.
@irndad : won’t you be my sunshine. sunshine reader makes aaron feel young again, makes him want love. the way you write is so wonderful. it’s encompassing of all emotion and sensation and the words just flew by. you captured him wonderfully.
@headkiss : something more. the team thinks you and aaron are dating. you aren’t. except the time you are. heartachingly cute. i think you characterized everyone and everything so well, made me Yearn. so. so much. the +1 scene in particular, oh my god, the sweetness of it the imagery…
i know there’s plenty more excellent fics and writers so please feel free to send recs of your own and i’ll add them in reblogs! let’s share some love <3
GIFS AND MOODBOARDS —
. . . if you don’t care about the recs, have read the fics there, you’re an author looking for resources, etc., i’m opening requests for gifs, moodboards, and icons! (they're normally open but. more officially. i guess.)
— headers for fics / blogs are okay and will be done as gif or still image, whichever you prefer. if you want a specific season or look (character, team, dynamic, etc.), please let me know! generally just give me a character and color.
. . . they can be used however you want! just credit me somewhere. it can be used on fic, your blog, etc. you also don’t have to be an author to use or request something.
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I need to hop back into my transformers bullshit for just a moment because I don't think they've had much interaction in canon, but I think it'd be really really funny if Tarn was actually terrified of Starscream.
Like, I dunno if MTMTE/IDW canon has confirmed Starscream's immortal spark for that particular series, but I'm going to assume it carries over. If so, it'd make Tarn's power basically useless against him.
In my ideal headcanon, Tarn got sick of Starscream's shit at some point and went against Megatron to try to murder him. He tried to do this subtly using his voice only for it to 100% not work even a little bit. He would've had this whole build up where he got Starscream alone and was attempting to be a dramatic bitch about the whole thing and build up to the murder and then-
And then it just doesn't work and there's a really awkward pause where Starscream is looking around kind of expecting something to happen when literally nothing does. Tarn is trying to keep a normal conversation going now while also attempting the murder again and again just for it to literally do nothing. Eventually Starscream gets sick of him being weird and walks out judging the guy.
It'd be so fucking funny particularly because Starscream having an immortal spark is generally totally unknown, so Tarn would have to assume that Starscream had found some way to render his ability useless, which is terrifying. Tarn is now extremely worried that Starscream somehow had a spy and found out what he was planning to do ahead of time. He might've even been able to get something into Tarn's head somehow to know his plan this well. Clearly that level of genius must be part of why Megatron keeps him around. Tarn was a fool for having attempted to disobey, and Starscream was clearly not a problem he could solve like this. What if Starscream reports this clear disobedience to Megatron? Tarn just tried and failed to kill the second in command! Starscream would have every right to demand his execution if he so desired, or save this as blackmail!
Tarn is just out of his mind spinning conspiracy theories and getting super high levels of paranoia about Starscream. Just doing whatever he can to not have to be in the same place as the guy. He runs under the assumption he's being blackmailed by Starscream for his attempt and does what he can to not cross the seeker.
Meanwhile from Starscream's perspective, Tarn showed up and had a very weird conversation where he kept raising his voice at random times and then nothing happened. Then the guy freaked out and got even more weird about it. He has no idea why this happened. He has no idea that Tarn is hiding from him. He thought it was weird and stopped thinking about it after a few days. Starscream's minding his own business and mostly forgot about this entire thing after two weeks meanwhile Tarn is having a mental breakdown about it for years.
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Logan and Max have another talk, or 'does kissing count as free therapy?'
Part 2 of whatever this was. I couldn't fall asleep last night because of how hard I kept thinking about these two. I blame @girlsdads for giving me the brainrot in the first place.
cw: the tiniest bit of implied sexual content
It's another bad race. Fucking 16th, only ahead of the two Saubers, and of the Haas and Alpine that had crashed each other out. There was no reason why his pit stop had to be 4.3 seconds, when Alex's had been 2.7, no reason why he had been fucked over by not one but two undercuts because of shitty strategy, no reason why Alex's side of the garage had to be celebrating 8th place while his was sullen and quiet.
Logan fears he's going to throw up when he steps in and James claps him on the shoulder, saying sorry, next time, as if Logan doesn't know his contract is on the line. Fucking. Next time?!
Logan feels like he's trying to swim with his hands tied behind his back, desperately trying to make it to shore. Nobody cares he's drowning.
He can barely look up during the debrief, feels like he's choking the whole time on the words nobody is saying. As soon as he's free, he escapes, fumbling for his phone as usual. Only this time, he doesn't call his mom.
Are you free?
Max has his motorhome this weekend, and Logan doesn't wait for an answer before heading over. If he doesn't answer, he'll just take a walk.
Yes come over
He's knocking on Max's door before he can rethink it, before all these feelings catch up on him and he decides he's going to break down alone instead. When Max opens his door, Logan immediately regrets it. He's wearing a black t-shirt, hair styled, looking ready to go out. Of course he's heading out, he has a win to celebrate. Unlike Logan. Who should have just gone home.
He opens his mouth, ready to apologize and turn around, when Max's hand closes on his shoulder, his mouth downturned with what would be worry, if it wasn't absurd for Max Verstappen to be worried about him.
"Come in," Max says, doesn't leave space for arguments when he pulls Logan inside, closing the door behind him.
For a long moment they just look at each other, as Logan's waves lap at his neck. He doesn't know why he's here anymore.
"Are you okay?" Max's hand is still on his shoulder. Logan feels like he'll keel over if he takes it back.
"I might be out of a seat."
It's not an answer to Max's question, it's not even what Logan meant to say, it's not something he should be telling to the competition, but really. Logan is barely Max's competition at all, and who wouldn't know that after this season's disaster? Nobody is counting on him to race next year.
He waits for Max to say something, even if it's just empty platitudes, but the other just squeezes his shoulder and nods, and suddenly it's much harder to hold back his tears.
"I just..." he breathes in, willing his voice to not crack, "I don't know what I am doing wrong."
It comes out more desperate than he meant it to, but he's just so tired and upset, and nobody is seeing him drown. Why is nobody paying attention?
"You have a shit car, get bad strategy calls, and have a teammate with years more of experience. You are not the one doing it wrong."
Max says it so matter of fact, as if he's the one driving the shit car, the one with the better teammate, the one having to fight through the back of the field with no success, and suddenly Logan is angry. He shrugs Max's hand away, fists clenching. What does Max know about being the second driver in a bad team? How dares he say he knows Logan's hunger?
"Fuck off," he spits, wrapping his arms around himself to hide the way his hands are trembling. He shouldn't have come.
"You have potential, you are not doing it wrong," Max says again, stubborn and bull-headed as always, jaw set and eyes clear. Logan's anger spikes again. Max Verstappen, the prodigy child, talking to him about wasted potential? This must be a joke. He scoffs, ready to turn around and leave, but Max grabs him again, gets a hold on his elbow and keeps him where he is.
"Why are you angry?" he asks. And yeah, this must be a joke, for sure. Why is Logan angry? Why is he angry?!
"You don't get to..." he starts, but Max interrupts him, squeezing his elbow.
"No. Why are you angry?"
"The team..."
Max takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes.
"Not the team, I do not care about the team. Why are you angry?"
As if there was a right answer to the question that Logan isn't getting! It's his own anger! And Max doesn't care about the team? Of course he doesn't, it's not his team fucking up! Why can't Logan be angry about the team?!
"Alex gets..."
"No. Why are you angry?" Max interrupts again, steadfast in a way that grates on Logan's nerves.
They're too close now, and for a second Logan entertains the idea of punching three times world Champion Max Verstappen. Anger burns in his chest, and suddenly, without knowing who closed the gap, they're kissing. It's not a nice kiss, all teeth and spit, and it almost feels the same as the punch he hasn't thrown, until Max moves his hand from his elbow to his waist, the other one coming up to cup the back of his neck, turning his head slightly. Gentling him.
His anger is back in his lungs, but it's no longer anger, it's back to salt water, and Logan is drowning again. He breaks the kiss, gasping, but Max doesn't let him go.
Logan doesn't remember the last time someone held him like this, like being here matters.
"Why are you angry?" Max asks again, breath soft against Logan's bitten lips. He smells vaguely like minty toothpaste.
"Because..." he hesitates, but at this point he might as feel say fuck it, and give it all. All his fleshy insides in Max's hands, bleeding on the floor between them. "Because I could do better, but I can't do it like this."
This time Max nods. "You could do better."
And Logan knows his parents and friends have said it before, have kept saying it for years. Knows his time in Formula 2 speaks for itself. But it's different, to have Max say it like that, so surely. It's a different kind of validation, and a different kind of heartbreak, because they both know his time to prove it is running out. It's hard to breathe again.
"It is good to be angry. It makes you want to take it," Max says, maybe mistaking the way his breathing has gone funny. But Logan doesn't feel angry anymore. He's tired, and scared, and lonely. He drops his head on Max's shoulder, who moves to card his fingers in his hair, bearing his weight with ease. Logan wishes anything would come easy to him instead.
"I don't know how to be angry," Logan confesses. He doesn't want to say it, doesn't want to disappoint Max, but he disappoints better than he lies anyway. What's one more person.
"That is of course still okay," Max says, instead of some sort of rebuke Logan is expecting. For a second, he thinks about the stories of Max's childhood, of angry men and steel hands. Max's fingers are gentle in his hair.
"What do you want right now?"
It's too big of a question. Logan wants his seat to be safe, he wants to end in the points, he wants a good car, he wants to not feel so distant from everyone else, he wants to go home. He wants someone to tell him it will be alright and mean it.
He shakes his head, forehead dragging against Max's t-shirt. Disappointing again.
Max holds his hair a little tighter, uses the grip to pull Logan up, to make him open his eyes.
"What do you need?"
And it's the same, but it is different, and Logan needs...he needs...
"You can take it. What you need." Max sounds so sure of it, Logan can almost believe it. Maybe Logan doesn't know how to take, doesn't know how to fix it, but here, now, he at least knows what he needs.
"I need to be better," he says, words bleeding out from his split-open chest. "I need to be good."
They both know what Logan means, because the thing with Max is, that it's always about racing, even when it isn't, and it is also always both at the same time.
Max nods, letting go of his hair, and Logan pushes him around, back against the door. Gentle, because he needs to be, but firm, because he wants this.
He eases himself to his knees, and feels Max's hand cup his cheek. His raspy voice isn't disappointed, or pitying, or even sad when he speaks, only fond. A little proud.
"Good boy."
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