#it was so funny when she was looking around cait's room

[archangeldyke-all]

sending my asks without anon on from now on cause you guys need to know when the asks came from my filthy mind fr. and idea i present for whenever you can get to it angel: basketball coach!sev x volleyball coach!reader let the queerness commence!! bonus points if they fuck in like idk the supply closet of the gym while the teams are in the locker rooms

(also they're college level teams, not pro or highschool!!)

sooooo cute. i know virtually nothing about sports so this is on the shorter side but i just had to give it my best attempt, because this concept is adorable

men and minors dni

being a girls' college sports coach is a unique position with many unique problems (drama perpetually following the teams of mostly queer young woman around like a curse) so you and sevika bond quickly over your shared responsibilities and funny stories.

this year, your team captain, cait, is dating sevika's team captain, vi, so you've been attending a lot of basketball practice with cait and sevika's been coming to a lot of your practices with vi.

they're a cute couple-- a little clingy, but cute nonetheless.

caitlyn sighs beside you on the bleachers, dreamily watching her girlfriend practice three point shots. you're supposed to be discussing strategies and starting team members for the game this weekend, but caitlyn's become distracted by vi.

judging from the goofy grin the girl is shooting cait from the court, she's been distracted too.

"vi! quit bein' gay and get back to work!" sevika shouts. you chuckle. violet flips sevika off, and then jogs up to where you and cait are sitting.

"lookin' good, cupcake." she flirts. you gag. caitlyn elbows you.

"can you fuck off for like, five minutes, coach?" caitlyn asks. you just snort and rise, climbing down the bleachers to let the two canoodle in peace.

you take a seat in an empty folding chair by a few of the other basketball girls. you're around enough that they know you, greeting you with a few 'hey, coach's.

you start scribbling away on your clipboard, ignoring the commotion of practice coming to an end around you. cait's just gonna have to deal with what you come up with, since apparently flirting with her girlfriend is more important than her duties as captain.

"hey." sevika grunts. you look up at her and sigh.

"your captain is distracting mine." you complain. she chuckles.

"are you kidding? your captain is the one doing the distracting here." sevika says as she sits beside you, manspreading in the tiny folding chair.

"they're disgusting." you sigh as you look at the two girls giggling with each other on the bleachers across from you. sevika snorts.

"you're just jealous." she says.

"oh yeah. i'm real jealous of caitlyn's box dyed baby butch." you joke. sevika chuckles beside you.

"hey, go easy on my captain, at least she's not a brit!" she teases. you roll your eyes. "plus, that's not what i'm talking about."

"what do you mean then?"

"i mean you're jealous that those two get to be all lovey dovey in public, while we've gotta pretend we're just friends." she whispers. you bite your lip to hide your smile.

sevika's dying to tell everyone about your relationship, but you're a little hesitant. not because you're unsure about sevika, just because you don't think you'll be able to handle the constant teasing from your girls. you roll your eyes.

"come on." you say, standing. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you just cross your arms over your chest. "fine, stay there. i'm going to the supply closet, though, if you're lookin' for me."

sevika scrambles to rise behind you, her folding chair falling on the floor with a clatter as she grabs your wrist and sprints the two of you to the supply closet.

you giggle as she shoves you inside, only to be cut off from your laughter with a moan as sevika slams the door behind you and pulls you into a nasty kiss.

you wrap your arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around your shoulders, one hand cupping your jaw as she shoves her tongue past your lips.

she backs you up into the supply shelf, several cleaning products clattering to the ground as she grinds into you, shoving her thigh between your legs.

"sevika!" you gasp, giggling as she starts to suck a hickey into your neck. you pull her back by her hair, and she grins at you.

"can i eat you out?" she asks. your knees go wobbly and weak, and sevika's smirk grows into a grin as she tightens her grip on you to keep you upright.

"here?!" you ask. there's barely enough room for the both of you to stand in here. sevika just shrugs.

"you look so fuckin' good today. distracting the shit outta me." she whispers. you shudder as sevika starts to kneel. she lifts the hem of your shirt to press kisses to your stomach as she looks up at you with puppy eyes, awaiting your permission. you bite your lip.

"fine, but be quick!" you say. she grins, her hands fumbling with your belt buckle as she tries to strip your legs.

she's got your pants halfway down your thighs when the supply closet door swings open.

you scream. caitlyn screams. sevika whips around and screams at the sight of vi in the doorway, one of her hands wrapped around caitlyn's wrist. violet bursts into laughter.

"i fuckin' knew it!" she screams. you groan. sevika shoots to her feet, quickly pulling your pants back up for you before she turns around to glare at your captains. "i knew it, babe, what did i tell you?!" vi's screaming. caitlyn's giggling behind her, her eyes darting between you and sevika.

"what the fuck are you doin' here?" you ask. vi chuckles.

"same thing you guys were doin'." she answers, waggling her eyebrows at sevika. sevika growls and you chuckle, rebuckling your belt and reaching forward to grab her hand. "you should really put a sock on the doorknob next time." violet says. sevika stares her down with her 'don't fucking try me' stare, and violet rolls her eyes. "fine. let's go to your dorm cupcake."

"i'm so sorry." caitlyn mouths to you. you just wave her off and roll your eyes.

as the couple retreats, you hear vi mumble "i think i'm gonna have to wash my eyes out with bleach when we get home." you snort. sevika looks at you guiltily.

"sorry." she mumbles. you giggle, and pull her in for a kiss.

"it's okay. was bound to come out eventually." you say with a shrug. a small smile creeps up sevika's lips.

"so... you're okay with it?"

"we're never gonna hear the end of it." you say. sevika frowns, and you giggle, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. "but i'm okay with it. kinda glad, actually. was getting tired of not kissing you when you guys win games."

sevika grins, then reaches behind her to close the door to the supply closet again. she shoves a shelf in front of the exit, so no one can come in, and then corners you against the shelf again.

"now..." she says, grinning at you, "... where were we?"

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#al;sdjflsjd idk why i went in on cait and vi here i love them both i promise #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[angelltheninth]

Could you write jinx, vi, Cait, sevika, and ekko having a one night stand with an s/o who catches feelings for them. (You do great work btw keep it up you're amazing 💖💖💗💓💓💖)

Aww thank you so much! Let me give you those hearts back Anon 💖💖💗💓💓💖

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Ekko x Reader

Tags: suggestive content, one-night stand, catching feelings, one-sided feelings until they're not, confession

A/N: Out of all of them I think I'd catch some feelings for Vi and Caitlyn, especially if they shower me with lots of affection and kisses.

One-night stands weren't anything new for anyone in Zaun. Of course there were those who engaged in it more then others and then there were some who caught feelings really fast despite it only being a one-night stand.

Catching feelings for Jinx was the last thing you planned but you couldn't even look at her in passing anymore without your heart skipping a beat. She noticed you looking and teased you a little about it. She's not ready for a real relationship just yet but she'll gladly call you hers if you allow it.

"Ya can stop starin at me ya know sugar? It's gonna burn holes in the back of my head if ya keep that up. Caught feelings just from that? Was I that good? Blew yer mind huh? I get it, I'm awesome. Look, I don't wanna give ya false hope, I can't give ya a relationship right now. We can still kiss and fuck and all that, but I can't be yer girlfriend right now."

Vi treated you with outmost care and affection during your one-night stand. Honestly when some treats you like that it's no wonder you caught feelings for the firey brawler.

How she acts with others, and sometimes with you, was very different to how she treated you in bed. She was pretty affectionate the morning after too but immediately after that she started avoiding you. When she did finally see you again she was pretty bashful around you. It was actually Vi who confessed first, quite loudly too, it was both funny and adorable.

"That was a very fun night, thank you sweet stuff. Wanna take a quick shower and maybe have some breakfast together? Yeah I had a great time too. I have some things to take care off for a few days so... uh... you know... see you around or... yeah. I'm sorry for avoiding you for the past week. I wanna make it up to you. Can I take you somewhere to eat? Yeah. Like a date. A real date."

It was a little odd to sneak out the window but Caitlyn assured you that don't want to see her mother when she's protective of her. So you listened, you had an amazing night after all. And damn it you fell for her.

The most awkward thing was seeing her again during social events and pretending that you don't have feelings for her. It got to the point where Caitlyn had to drag you off to an empty room and put on her investigator voice to get the truth out of you because it was driving her nuts.

"What's going on with you lately darling? You've been acting pretty odd since our night together. Have I offended you somehow? Done something you didn't like? Then... why do you keep looking at me like that. I know you want to tell me something, so just get it over with please. Oh. Oh! I... I see. So that's it. I'm not gonna lie to you, I been thinking a lot about you too. If you still want to, we can see where this goes."

After your one-night stand with Sevika you were actually scared to confess because you didn't want to her to push you away. You knew very well the reputation she had with her lovers, she never caught feelings.

So you kept silent for a while, still meeting up with her because you liked her so much. It was in a moment of weakness, and post orgasmic bliss that you confessed to her. She wasn't surprised by it honestly. She suspected it by the way you looked at her, she'd seen that exact same lovestruck look on people before. Who knows maybe over time you can get her to feel the same.

"I heard that sugar lips. You love me huh? Haha, I thought so. Don't worry, I'm having a lot of fun with you, I don't wanna stop either. But I'm not in love with you. If that's fine with you we can keep seeing each other. I don't catch feelings easily so if you want to get me to fall for you it's gonna take a lot of work. Are you willing to do that?"

Ekko doesn't have one-night stands a lot so he just awkwardly tells you goodbye in the morning. He didn't really plan on running into you again after that and he sure as hell didn't expect the way his heart would beat quicker when it happened.

He was pretty shy when he took you out to dinner and didn't want to admit that he likes you. You on the other hand were very intent on telling him how you felt. It almost made him crash on his hoverboard when you whispered it into his ear while he was flying you home afterwards.

"You had a good time last night Firefly? I did too, sorry I left like that. I can buy you some food and drinks to make up for it, I don't want you to think I'm an asshole. Awesome. Let's go then. I always have a good time around you. Whoa! Hold up-! You can't just tell me that while I'm flying around! Holy- I uhm, well I like you too, I didn't think you felt the same. Yeah, that might be why I was a little awkward before."

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #sevika x reader #ekko x reader #jinx imagine #vi imagine #caitlyn imagine #sevika imagine #ekko imagine #arcane headcanons #arcane imagines #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends headcanons #league of legends imagine

[slocumjoe]

Companions as housemates

Cait; First few months are rocky, but by the time the lease is up, she's gone to rehab and cleaned up enough to not get booted. Rarely ever home, but when she is, its the same as letting in a feral cat from the window. She's messy, but it's contained to her room. Will do the garbage for you if it's too heavy, always looking for a chance to show off her guns. Also carries groceries in for this reason. Sometimes has hookups over but thats lessened after getting clean. Will stay and listen to you complain about work, parents, school, etc and take your side 80% of the time. The 20% is the times where she thinks it's funny and/or respects the audacity. She's an acquired taste for a roommate, but she’s chill and she won't judge you for anything. Well, unless you start collecting crytsals or something.

Codsworth; He's less a roommate and more a live in butler. Does all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. You can if you want, its just...he prefers if he does it, no offense. His job is very lax, but pays very well. Probably an actual butler for pay. Has all the tea on the other people in the complex/neighborhood, but good luck getting him to share. It isn't proper to gossip, after all. His room is very colorful and kitschy. Lots of vintage pieces from the 60s and 70s. Like round, soft shapes for decor. Keeps lots of houseplants around, for the clean air. Gets really offended on your behalf, always has one little complaint about your romantic partners. Takes you out for spa days. The way he cuts cucumbers is terrifying but no one ever believes you when you describe it. Will make the most incredible faces if your neighbors are being loud for any reason. If it's arguing...you won't tell anyone if he makes popcorn, right?

Curie; Polite, absurdly clean, she's friendly...but she's also going to comment on your diet, your sleep schedule, alcohol consumption, screen time, hygiene, self-care routines, etc. If you're okay with that, or maybe even want it, she's great. If not, ugghhhh. Curie goes to work early and comes home late, so she's fond of meal-prepping so she doesn't have to cook. If you make dinner for her, you are now besties. Makes friends with whoever you have over, likes company and socializing. Will pay for all groceries, she makes good money and wants you to eat well, not cheap. Likes having planned hangout days. Brunch, movie night, going hiking, you're a part of her life and she wants to bond with you! Curie is the kind of roommate who you stay good friends with long after moving out.

Danse; Wakes up at the same time every single day. When does he sleep? Up to God. Takes so long to get comfortable around you. He's was in the army, so he's familiar with shared space, it's just that you won't learn anything about him for months. Like, he won't talk. About anything. Good morning, good night, he's paying his share of rent tomorrow. Once he does does open up, inch by inch, will occasionally drop the tiniest bit of lore about himself that shocks you. Yeah haha he helped his foster brother commit suicide once, would you hand him a paper towel? If you have people over, he will stay out in his car until they leave. Won't say anything, but he's obviously grumpy. Very clean and orderly, will gently judge you if you're not. Functional alcoholic. You're pretty sure he's gonna have a mental breakdown one day.

Deacon; Almost always home...as long as you're there. It's like Schrodinger's cat, he exists when he's theoretically supposed to. When he isn't there, he's off at his job that he's always talking about but has never described. You know everything about his coworkers except their names or what they do. Sometimes will tell you about your coworkers like you work at the same place. Will dress up as a 50's housewife to make you breakfast and dinner, and it's a gamble if its edible. All you know about his room is that he has every kind of gender pride flag, and a giant model of the bunny from Monty Python. Ask his pronouns, he will say whatever yours are like an honest to God fae. He pays rent in physical cash. Sometimes in Sacagawea gold coins, sometimes in 100s. Your landlord refuses to talk about it. He's messy, but freakishly hygienic. There's no dust allowed, but leaves cups everywhere. Invites you to plays he's acting in but never tells you what role. But...you know he's there. His name is on the cast list. But who is he.

Gage; Likely planning to bump you off so his pet lizard can get your room. Has a lot of cash, but he doesn't have an official job. Cops show up every other week but never actually take him. He's surprisingly organized and will ride your ass if you aren't. Hygiene, though...smelly. Bitches if you drink, but will pick you up from bars if you go out. Very private about himself, but a great listener, will make coffee and let you vent for hours. 100% going to use it as blackmail material if needed. If you bring a partner or hookup over and they're of questionable nature, will tell you in front of them you can do better. He always knows a guy, so you always get shit fixed for cheap. His room has souvenirs from his previous jobs and none of them he could have obtained legally. He is the prickliest cactus in the desert, but as a roommate...he starts to grow on you. Like mold.

Hancock; Hope you like weed! Because the apartment smells like weed. Has his own plants in his room, they're all named and he coddles them like children. Has people over constantly. Partyier, party thrower. Hope you like company. Terrible cook but orders takeout for you. SO MESSY. SO UNHYGIENIC. But at the same time, pays for professional cleaners. Has a lot of money, and you're not sure what he does, but it isn't just weed dealing. You think he does something law-oriented because he's really knowledgeable on it. Will help you unionize your workplace, and he knows every HR team/person in a fifty mile radius. They usually hate him, but they know him. Sleeps in until the afternoon, real night owl. Tries to set you up with people, will stop if you ask. Very fun and friendly, and doesn't judge you for literally anything, but...he's a lot. Very clingy, will hug/cuddle you a lot if you ask and say you're okay with it.

MacCready; Divorced, ex-wife has the kid. They're all on good terms, MacCready sees Duncan often. Brings him over for a week if you're okay with it. He's messy but tries not to be. Always complaining about his job, but brushes you off if you give any advice about it. Drinks way too many energy drinks, but never finishes them. Almost-empty cans litter your apartment. Could talk for hours about video games, comics, and TV with you. Lots of 'kid' snacks for the boy but they don't last long. Has a collection of firearm magazines and a shelf with competitive shooting trophies. 1 rifle in a safe with so many locks, don't even look at it. Is a mediocre cook, but will make food if you're stressed out. Hate-watching bad shows and movies with him is a blast, always notices the out-of-place camera guy or Starbucks cup.

Nick; You have a new dad. Will raise an eyebrow if you look at the thermostat too long, but won't say anything if you turn it up. He wants to, but he won't. Always concerned about your health, but in a less-prying way than Curie. Sleeping good, making sure you get something to eat? Will tell you small anecdotes from work, but nothing too detailed. Coffee is always fresh and hot in your apartment. His room is...interesting, aesthetically. Lots of pink, black, red, has vintage furniture. It's very classy and theatrical, looks right out of an old Hollywood noir. Wine snob. Makes a lasagna that would turn the straightest man gay for him. Judges your romantic partners with nothing but a subtle facial expression. Sits and listens to you talk about whatever you need to very seriously. And doesn't plan on using it as blackmail. Older queer, will take you on a baby queer understudy.

Piper; Disaster roommate. Her room is a flurry of papers, coffee cups, food wrappers, ramen cups...always moving, always bouncing between tasks. Asks you about your day, how are you doing, oh, hold on a minute...okay, what were you saying? Oh, one second—busy bee. Hardly ever sleeps, but when she does, its like the dead. Her share of rent is always just barely late. Will ask your opinion on something for whatever she's writing and cites you as a legitimate source. Gets into long, LONG, rambling, passionate rants that can take entire sections of the day. Hope you like hearing about the complex political issue that plagued a southern town in 1967 following the popularization of a method of cereal manufacturing. Ask her to cook, she'll try. Don't expect results. Sends you the most cursed shit she finds online.

Preston; Two coffee pots. One that you pour individual cups from, one he chugs directly from. Insomniac, often spends his nights cleaning, working from home, cooking/meal-prepping. If you ask about his work, he'll say nothing but good things, but you can tell he has so much shit to talk, if he were a slightly worse person/willing to gossip. Like Curie, wants to have a good relationship with you, will take time out of his schedule to do stuff. Best DD, if you go out drinking and he takes you home, you're getting a luxury experience (inflatable bed in the backseat, loads of water + gatorade, and whatever you want from McDonalds). Does a lot of charity work and invites you to join. He's very sweet outwardly, but since you live with him and get to see him when he isn't talking to Certain People directly...you know damn well those hinges are hanging on with chewed gum and all that coffee. If he comes home and stands blankly in the hallway for a minute, a coworker pulled some Shit and if you're lucky, you might get to hear about it.

X6-88; A fascinating experience. So clean, so orderly, you struggle to convince people you have a roommate when he isn't there. He does everything silently. One look from him could probably kill, but he just uses it to tell you to clean your mess or something. Doesn't cook or have groceries. Where are you eating, dude? Has a membership to a private, luxury gym that you can't even google. His room is totally empty, save his degrees, a collection of knives, and a pinned butterfly in a case. Under an NDA to not say anything about his work. 100% would help you hide a body, though he'll judge you for not knowing how to yourself. And your handiwork with the murder. Your friends think he's a vampire. He actually cracked a smile when told this, but he didn't have the fangs, so jury's out on that theory. Might humor you if you want to take him out for some kind of activity. Very interested in museums and art galleries.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #asks #companions react #porter gage #codsworth

[sgiandubh]

I actually am a shipper so I wasn’t trying to make the rounds to stir shit. I haven’t been around for too long only about 2 years or less. I just got upset when I saw the Getty pictures of Sam’s hand on Eleanor’s hip and hand on her back and then the fan pictures and video too of his hand on her back and giving her hug made me start to question everything since he does that with Cait too. I’m sorry for giving the wrong impression.

But I took a little time to reflect and remembered videos and images we got of Sam and Cait from Outlander promo this year. Between the moments at 92Y where Sam gave Cait a kiss on her temple and rubbed her back as well as the end when posing with Sophie in Rik. To the looks and knowing glances he gave her during interviews and even giving her a pat on the leg I believe in one interview. I overreacted initially and now that I put things into perspective, I can see the difference. There’s an intimacy and connection between Sam and Cait that comes across in promo that isn’t there with Eleanor.

Sorry again for coming across the wrong way. I truly was just looking for some reassurance initially

Dear (returning) Weary and Distraught Anon,

That would be very strange, because it really (REALLY) looks very similar to an Anon @bat-cat-reader showed me perhaps ten minutes before you chimed in.

However, since this is a plausible deniability situation, please accept my apologies, even if I still am not 100% sure about you.

I was just writing a post about body language at tonight's BAFTA preview of TCND, but since you've made reasonable amends, I am including it here for you, Anon:

S&C at OL's S7 Premiere in New York, June 9, 2023:

S & Tomlinson tonight:

Please note the following:

Tomlinson is completely disengaged, watches confidently the press people in front of her. She does not smile. Translation: I am a woman who just showed the press, the PR people and potential employers my latest project. I am a pro. I am very married and I know this hunk belongs to someone else. I am only playing PR games in *urv's mind.

S does the same. He uses his left hand as a completely non-committal blocking shield. Colgate smile is somewhat too calibrated to be spontaneous, the result is pleasant (which is to say 'decent bordering on meh'). Translation: we are all buddies and I (S) hope you liked our wee series. I really, seriously enjoyed working with these people and I am relieved we were allowed to promote this series in the middle of the strike turmoil. My well-rehearsed Optimistic Gaze Nr. 4 hides very well my real thoughts, that even @sgiandubh can't telegraph to her readers. And these thoughts have nothing to do with being here (note to readers: above thoughts probably involve a living-room near GLA).

Alfred Enoch: he is the only relaxed person in this picture and the only one whose smile perfectly aligns with his eyes (both sincere, open and enthusiastic). His arms' position is completely natural. Translation: I am over the moon to be here, I managed to work during a really rough patch and I really hope someone has noticed me tonight. Maybe I'll get another gig soon. These people are my friends, but tonight, it's all about myself: it is me I am showing off, selling and promoting here. Hire me: I am the funny one.

Bonus (dotted arrow shows where S's gaze is directed):

I think that needs no further comments. I rest my case, Anon.

Thank you for clarifying, I think you were brave to come back. Don't be a stranger, if I managed to not scare the bejesus out of you, yet.

PS: who knew my Business Intelligence uni credits would come in so handy, in the most unlikely of situations?

#Anon

[everydayyoulovemeless]

How The Fo4 Companions (+Maxson and Tinker Tom) Are With Synth!Shaun

➼ Word Count » 0.9k ➼ Warnings » None

MacCready's really good with him! You can always find him outside showing him little tricks on how to stay hidden or just simply playing tag. He's great with kids in general and Shaun is going to love when he comes over, especially since he's fairly laid back and childish himself when it comes to most things.

Nick likes to sit out on the porch and listen to Shaun ramble on about his day. He thinks he's really intelligent for the age he appears to be and doesn't mind answering any questions the kid might have, especially if they're about the Commonwealth or his job.

Cait's kinda scared of Shaun. She's worried that parts of her personality will rub off on the kid and refuses to go near him. If you asked her to babysit she would, she'd just be distant and would only really give him one-worded responses.

Danse treats him like he's in the Boy Scouts. He'll take him camping and show him how to tie knots and start fires and all that. He's usually not sure what to say to him so he's glad Shaun has the child-like charm and curiosity that makes it easier to talk to.

Preston's the kind of guy who'd play dead if a kid pretended to shoot him. He loves playing silly little games with him. One of his favorite things to do is to pick him up and pretend to drop him. He'd also 100% play cops and robbers with him, or as they like to call it, Minutemen and raiders.

Codsworth still feels upset about what happened with the original, but it doesn't stop him from treating Shaun any differently than he would've before. He's constantly there to dote on him and make sure he follows some form of sanitation. He also gives him small chores to do around whatever settlement he's in to help keep him from being bored.

Piper likes to take him and Nat to go explore the Commonwealth. She never takes them anywhere dangerous, they mostly just walk around Diamond City or Concord after it's been cleared out. Piper really doesn't like sitting in one place and thinks that it's a lot more fun to go snooping around the surrounding areas. She even teaches him how to direct the conversation in a way that gives you the information you want.

Curie's better with babies and hasn't spoken to a ton of kids in her life so she'll probably ask him more questions than he will to her. She'll teach him ethical ways to study and investigate things if he ever wanted to, and she's very careful about him not getting hurt. She and Codsworth are especially good caretakers when they're watching him together.

Please don't leave Shaun with Strong. He'll just insult him for being small and weak and encourage him to eat human flesh. There's nothing that could go right with this. And PLEASE don't tell Strong that he's a synth, if he hears he's a robot, he might attack him.

You're gonna have to keep an eye on Hancock cause he doesn't interact with kids very often. He'll ask if he wants to try some of the chems he's got on him to see which ones are his favorite or teach him all the best places to stab someone. The one thing you can trust with them being together is that Hancock won't let any harm come his way.

Deacon loves Shaun. He's the type of guy who still does the 'got your nose' thing. He'll hang him upside down, tell him bad jokes, and would steal one of those funny Minutemen hats for him. He even helps him build a fort in your living room.

X6-88 isn't too sure how to feel about being around the younger clone of his former boss. He's taken care of this same kid before, but he felt it was different because he knew that he was only meant to be a part of an experiment of sorts, not to be genuinely raised. He'll still do what you ask and look after Shaun, and he'll try his hardest to get along with him, however, he'll still come off as closed off and cold.

Dogmeat usually just follows him around and defends him from any mole rats that might pop up randomly from the ground. They're hardly ever apart from one another.

Old Longfellow is actually really good with him. It's like the kid he never got to raise and he's genuinely so happy that you asked him to watch him. He'll take him hunting and fishing, play darts with him in the bar, and makes sure that he doesn't touch any alcohol while he's there. (well maybe a sip but he won't tell you that)

Gage isn't sure what you expect him to do so he just sits up in the Fizztop Grille with him and lets him run around semi-unsupervised. He does try to keep him away from all the other raiders, and will maybe take him out on some of the rides, but other than that, he won't do much.

It's best to try and avoid the whole, 'my-kid-is-a-synth' thing because Maxson will want him killed if he finds out. Other than that though, he'll show him around the Prydwen and let him fly around in a Vertibird for a little bit before grouping him in with the other squires while he gets back to work waiting for you to come pick him up again.

He and Tinker Tom are always playing hide and seek, although, it's more like them hiding under a counter to avoid a possible alien invasion because Tom had told him some crazy story of his and it ended up going haywire and they're both now panicking behind furniture.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #maccready fo4 #cait fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #codsworth #piper wright #curie fo4 #strong fo4 #john hancock #deacon fo4 #x6 88 #dogmeat #old longfellow #porter gage #elder maxson #tinker tom #fallout headcanons #fallout 4 headcanons #synth shaun #fallout 4 companions #fo4 companions

[pockets-full-of-beans]

[Been thinking about Duncan lately, so, older Duncan doodle?]

[Some random hcs under the cut?]

The cure, despite miraculously booting the fever from his system and halting the likely degeneration of his body, didn't "fix" the damage the disease had already caused. The boils left discoloration and scarring, his muscles had become too weak to really support his body, and he struggled with speech and memory.

This was probably a bit distressing for Maccready, but also not too surprising? A lot of the kids back in Little Lamplight struggled with various health problems, such as the rickets and malnutrition mentioned in fo3, so he probably wasn't shocked by it nor unprepared, just terribly anxious about anything getting worse and Duncan's health taking a plummet again.

I like to think Maccready brought Duncan to the Commonwealth once things settle a bit, and because of so, Curie was able to assist in furthering his treatment. It helped her research more into the health of children in the wasteland and create better over-all treatment for settlements, and in turn helped Duncan over time regain more of his strength and motor-skills.

It's not often a parent gets to watch their child learn to walk and run for a second time, but Maccready did, and it seems his stubborn determination is quite genetic.

While he is capable of walking and running, Duncan's balance never really returned and he tires very easily, hence the walking cane in the doodle. He likely has a few depending on what he needs for the day or how tired/achy he is, since the "quality" of his health might be a bit more of a day-by-day ordeal.

Hancock tried gifting Duncan a sword-cane he had laying around in the Old State House for a birthday, but Maccready quickly intervened, putting it away till Duncan was older. Maccready did think it was pretty cool though.

In a way, Cait and Duncan somewhat bonded over their recovery processes. (I tend to believe that that really sketchy vault machine also wasn't a "cure-all" type deal, and so, Cait also likely had quite the road ahead of her when it came to recovering.) Duncan looked up to her when it came to stuff such as the physical therapy, as she seemed so strong to him, and he wanted to do his best, but not push himself too hard, to one day be as strong as her. Funnily enough, Cait thought it the other way around, watching this small child carefully build himself back up, she figured he was the much stronger one in a self-loathing way. But eventually she figured "If this kid can do it, why the fuck can't I?"

Weirdly enough, the disease didn't leave many effects on Duncan's eyesight and he has about the same hawk-like vision of his father. However, the disease did affect how steady his hands are, so he can't really shoot as straight without support or leaning against something. He's a good spotter though. Might enjoy bird-watching?

While debatable with the wonkiness of canon, I do tend to lean towards Duncan's mother having been the Lucy from Little Lamplight just because, idk, I really loved her in fo3, and while I hate it meaning she dies in such a way, I do like the idea of Duncan having many of her traits, both physically and personality-wise. He's almost a near-50/50 mix of his parents.

Like Lucy, he's a lot more naturally patient compared to Maccready. Constant physical therapy and medical appointments made that a bit of a heaven sent. Probably, a bit of a funny image from an outside view in the waiting rooms of clinics. (Duncan sitting calmly, perhaps reading a comic or drawing, and next to him Mac just constantly looking around, bouncing his leg, wringing his hands, making small noises to distract from fretting about Duncan.)

Despite the patient nature, he is just about as distractible as Maccready is. Father and son shopping/restocking runs go a little out of hand because of that. They both prefer lists and schedules.

Duncan is a very avid reader, but generally loves stories in whatever form he can get them in. It was a bit of a life-line during the worst of his fever, having someone there to read to him or tell him stories and distract him from the pain. It became a passion of his later on. He loves hearing Daisy talk about the pre-war libraries, and her favorite stories.

Perhaps he'd take up writing? Making up his own stories to read or tell to others just as they had to him. Maybe he'd weasel an extra or un-used type-writer from Piper to write with.

Just like his Dad, fish/seafood does not agree with him. But! Unlike his Dad, he's not allergic to dust lol.

Duncan's soft-spoken for the most part, which just makes his threats or insults all the more intense as he can deliver them with his father's conviction, just a lot calmer and serious.

...Duncan does swear, he just tries to hide it from Maccready. ( Mac knows...)

#idk. i know some folks don't seem very keen on the concept of Duncan. but i honestly love him #most of the hc's are quite random and probably make little sense lol. it's been a busy day lmao #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 fanart #fallout fanart #fallout duncan #duncan maccready #fallout #fallout headcanons #fo4 headcanons #pockets-draws #i couldn't decide on like. a color for him? Like. Mac is green. that's a given. But I wasn't sure for Duncan? #Eventually landed on softer greens and yellow tho #fo4 plagues my brain during my own physical therapy. so. idk. i kept thinking about Duncan likely having to go through something similar #granted. Duncan has a lot more going on than I do lol

[eridanidreams]

Snippet Sunday

from an upcoming chapter of stars through my fingers like grains of sand

After dinner, they commandeered one of the empty crew quarters, flipping up the two top bunks. Cait curled up on one, wrapped in a warm, fluffy blanket—Vlad, like Sam, preferred it cold—and Sam stretched out as best he could on the other, his jacket hanging untidily near his feet. The shortish bunk was barely adequate to the task of accommodating his lanky frame, but Sam didn’t seem to care. The room was small and quiet—almost intimate—and Sam’s presence filled it like the warmth from a fire. He’d been oddly insistent on being able to see her while they talked; not for the first time, she wondered why. Wasn’t like she was much to look at.

“Funny… now we’re here, and I have no idea where to start.” Cait sighed and pulled the blanket a little closer around her. The thought of opening up to someone—even Sam—made her more than a little sick to her stomach—but she’d promised. “I guess… anywhere is as good as anywhere else. Pick a question, maybe?”

Sam made a thoughtful little sound in the back of his throat, then offered, “From what you’ve said, you’ve had those… modifications most of your life?” There was no judgment in his tone, only an honest curiosity.

“As long as I can remember,” she replied. She’d never been comfortable actually looking at the memories from that far back—at best, they gripped her in a deep unease that inspired her to turn her thoughts down a different track; at worst, the attempt gave her nightmares that lasted for weeks, but that she could never quite grasp with her waking mind. There were no answers in the vaults of her memory. “A xenoplague ran through New Atlantis. I got sick.”

“Huh. You don’t sound UC,” he said—a little wryly, likely because of that memorable first day on Akila.

“I’m not in their records,” she said. She’d checked, when she was younger. “Too young to be a citizen. Or maybe just a transient. I don’t know.” Discomfort sent tendrils up her spine; she struggled not to make her answers short and uncommunicative, just to get this over with.

“Do you remember when that was?” Sam’s voice was low and encouraging, woven under and over with concern and the desire to help. Cait swallowed down an angry reply at the last possible second—she’d long since learned to distinguish her own emotions from those coming from outside, even if she couldn’t always keep them out, and there was something… wrong… about the way that anger had coalesced out of nowhere. It wasn’t external—but it wasn’t hers, either.

She forced her answer out of a tight throat. “Fifteen years or so? Not long after the end of the war.” Her heart thudded a little faster in her chest. There were reasons she didn’t open up those memories, reasons that left her screaming in the dark, and Sam’s questions were treading perilously close to the root of her nightmares. She wondered why she’d ever agreed to this.

A dark eddy swirled through his emotions, like blood spreading through clear water. “How old were you, anyway?” It was a casual enough question; she couldn’t tell why it had him disturbed. She was having enough trouble figuring out what was going on in her own head to worry about his.

“Five.” The answer fell from her lips unthinkingly. “I was five.” Sam’s unease sharpened. Abruptly, the blanket around her felt far too confining; she shrugged it off and shifted on the bunk to press her spine against the wall of the hab, trying to soak in some of the pleasant coolness. Five. It was wrong. Of course it was wrong. She was 30… give or take a couple years (she’d never been quite sure). The math didn’t add up, and she’d never noticed it. “That’s… not right. That can’t be right. How did I never notice it?” Her head throbbed, and not from eyestrain; she let her head fall back against the wall and closed her eyes.

“You don’t think about it,” Sam said gently. “Touch on something about you, especially about your past, and you shut down. Or pull away.” The faint wisps of frustration and confusion threading around his words were almost drowned out by wariness—not directed at her, but what was happening to her. Cait shivered, feeling as if someone had taken sandpaper to the already-raw nerve endings of her perceptions. “And that’s kinda weird, because you think about… everything.” It wasn’t quite a question, but enough of one that she could force herself to answer.

“I’m not supposed to think about it,” Cait whispered, swallowing hard against nausea. She could feel the inevitable follow-up question rippling through his emotions. “I don’t know how I know that. I just do. It makes me sick to try.”

“You look it.” The other bunk creaked as his weight shifted, and his voice came from higher up. “We need to pack this in?” His voice was steel wrapped in velvet, flavored with that fierce protectiveness. “I ain’t looking for answers so hard that I want to hurt you getting ‘em.”

His compassion—his protectiveness—for her of all people—she’d have broken down in tears if her eyes hadn’t dried up worse than Earth. “Love to take you up on that,” she rasped, “but I promised some pushy damned cowboy some answers.” She tried to smile as she said it, keep the sting out. Didn’t feel like a great effort, but his grim amusement suggested she’d succeeded. “‘Sides,” she added, “I don’t think I have the courage to go through this again. Might as well try to get through to the other side.”

“‘Atta girl,” Sam’s rough voice was full of warm approval, filling her like a rising tide.

#fanfic #starfield #starfield sam coe #sam coe #eridani writes

[itsbopp]

What Is: Cait, Curie, and Piper's Talent - Fallout 4 | Headcanon

SUMMARY: What is Cait, Curie, and Piper's Talent?

WARNINGS: Cait being flirty, Curie being smart, Piper being done with you, all around a fluffy post.

WORD COUNT: 1065

CAIT

Singing. There were times where you and her would have to hole up inside an abandoned cabin, or some sort of desolate building the both of you stumbled across. There was one night in particular where it was raining heavily outside, crashing thunder and sky-brightening lightning that would strike across the sky in jagged lines. Whether or not you found the intense weather comforting, it gave Cait the chance to hum and softly sing random songs she overheard from her time inside the Combat Zone. It was typically when she thought no one could hear, that was when she would usually serenade what she thought was just herself and the quiet room she was lingering inside. 

However, no. You could hear her loud and clear, even under the rumbling explosions happening in the distance. It surprised you how soft and gentle her voice sounded when she was in a state of melody. Subtle in vibrato and silky smooth, you were grinning warmly by the time she was done singing the short song that came to her mind. And when you stepped in and lowered yourself to sit beside her on the old, worn down couch, she visibly jumped and looked over at you as if she saw a ghost, before inevitably relaxing and sinking in on herself. She looked forward in contemplative thought for a few seconds, until she eventually glanced back at you, but didn’t seem to meet your eyes, pupils staring past you in a way that showed embarrassment. Though, she wasn’t about to directly admit that.

“Don’t start teasin’ me now,” she grumbled as her eyebrows moved down into a deep furrow. As much as you wanted to laugh and make it known how funny you thought it was that she was getting all shy about something she shouldn’t have been shy about in the first place, all you did in response was smile gently and lean back into the couches’ cushion while your hands interwove together to rest between your legs.

“I’m not gonna tease you, I wouldn’t dream of it. You sounded nice.” The miniscule amount of light that illuminated the building allowed you to see the clear change in her expression after you said that. You knew she wasn’t used to verbal or even physical affection, considering all the time she spent being neglected, so you tried to ease into it as slow as possible. Although, you couldn’t stop yourself from complimenting her. “You should sing more. Your voice is pretty.”

“Now yer just being a kiss up,” she muttered, finally taking the chance to turn her head your way, her green irises meeting your gaze fully. You simply shrugged your shoulders at her in response, and she sent a quiet, amused scoff in your direction as a small smirk came to her lips. “You definitely know yer way with words, treasure.” You blushed at the term of endearment, and your heart fluttered when her palm slowly rested above your knee, making you quickly grab it with your own hand in return.

CURIE

Knitting. Considering she’s a medic, someone who’s skilled and probably excels in sewing up a large wound, it wasn’t a surprise to you when you saw her lounging in one of the Castles’ rooms with a pair of those thick needles in her hands, and a slowly growing knitted cloth hanging off the edges of them. She looked like she was in her element, lounging back in a comfortable chair and enjoying herself with the ghost of a smile lingering on her cheeks as quiet, almost completely silent hums escaped her lips every now and then. You always saw her working on something, and you wondered if it was good for her to be doing so, and seeing her using her fingers for something other than work made you happy that she wasn’t overexerting herself, even if she was a synth and lacked that possibility.

Anytime you saw her in her state of comfort, completely focused, you’d quietly come into the room and linger near her. You didn’t want to bother her when she was distracted, but you’d still get a simple greeting from her, anyways. Whenever you’d do that, she’d find herself trying to get into conversation with you, and surprisingly she’d be just as swift with knitting while giving different facts and statements that had to do with the hobby she seemed to be very skilled at doing. 

“Mon amour? Did you know ze knitting machine was invented in 1589?”

You looked at Curie as you laid down on the bed closest to where she was sitting alone. You were on your side, watching the woman intently, and you smiled upon hearing the simple fact. “I did not know that. What don’t you know, Curie?” you asked fondly, which caused the synth to chuckle and set her knitting needles and wool creation onto her lap.

“I did not know zat my hands would cramp up so easily,” she admitted, looking down thoughtfully, before raising her attention back to you. “You humans are very complex, no?” 

You giggled softly, “Aren’t synths technically human, too?” 

She paused and furrowed her eyebrows. “Well, I… I do not know ze answer to zat…”

PIPER

Braiding/Simple hairstyling. Growing up as the older sister of Nat, you weren’t necessarily surprised when you found out that Piper was pretty skilled at braiding hair, or simply just styling it in a way that made it look presentable. You’d often find her personally adjusting her younger siblings’ hair, rather than the local barber in Diamond City. It got to a point where you even wanted her to try messing with your hair. Whether it was cutting it short, braiding it, combing it to look a certain way, the journalist was more than happy to stylize your locks. 

You’d often find yourself falling asleep whenever Piper would work on your hair. Combing her fingers through the strands and scratching your scalp lightly as she worked it back to look a certain way, she couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t find it cute when seeing you fight to stay awake. Messing with your hair would sometimes end with her having to stop and take you to bed because of how much your head would fall back into her stomach as she stood behind you. 

“Blue? Blue, you awake?” 

“...”

“Dammit, Y/n. Not again…”

#curie fallout 4 x reader #cait fallout 4 x reader #piper wright x reader #fallout 4 x reader #fallout 4

[birgosaurus]

real arcane moments (canon /s), the master list ((AKA i was playing THE SIMS 4 to make some of the arcane cast and..))

[also disclaimer this is mainly jayce and viktor lmao]

jayce thinks he and vi are besties for some reason?? i just wanted to introduce jinx, vi and cait to viktor and jayce (bc they’re two seperate households) and like… upon jayce and vi first meeting, they had 2 similar interests and he was instantly like, “omg…. you!! YOU!! /p”

they talk and it’s vi: .. fitness jayce: YEAHHHH FITNESS *stops conversation to do push ups*

my man wakes up, like, 12pm, which is about the time vi starts working. so he’ll wake up to call her, WHILE she’s at work, to say shit like, “heyyyy this person asked me out 🥺🥺🥺🥺 should i say yes” “idk man IM AT WORK AND I DONT CARE”

also idk why but jinx is nocturnal i literally didn’t even do this myself .she just goes to bed at 5am every morning, EXACTLY when caitlyn wakes up. jinx sleeps in until, like, 3pm. they both have completely different sleep cycles despite living in the same house. I TRY TO GIVE JINX A NORMAL SLEEP SCHEDULE AND IT DOESN’T WORK. SHE’LL ALWAYS WAKE UP AT 3-5AM TO RUN AROUND THE HOUSE FOR A MIDNIGHT SNACK. /lh i was meant to make u two enemies. i was meant to make u hate each other behind vi’s back. why is this happening.

meanwhile viktor and jayce wake up at the same time. go to bed at the exact same time. they’re scarily in sync. are really close. but keep tormenting each other through pranks. jayce will point one way, viktor looks behind him. “BOO.” viktor jumps. they both laugh. THIS SHIT HAPPENS CONSTANTLY. VICE VERSA. and the amount of random arguments they have without my input?????. are y’all ok?.?????

they once got into an argument and jayce kicked over the bin outside. he walks back in. viktor is still on the couch. jayce sits next to him. but there’s music playing. so of course, jayce started angrily head bopping. because it’s important u always dance to music no matter what mood ur in. viktor jus groovin, too, while ignoring him. jayce eventually calms down. happy head bopping :). viktor then tells him off for kicking over the bin. fucking ANGRY. HE STORMS OUTSIDE. AGAIN. KICKS OVER THE BIN. AAGGAAIIN.

also idk i find it funny jayce plays christmas music and vibes while viktor is like “for the love of god shut that shit off right now.” i might’ve purposely made jayce like christmas music. i might’ve purposely made viktor hate it. what of it?

i always have to force viktor to socialise , too. he refuses to talk to anyone on his own BUT jayce. his literal roommate. who talked to him mainly with my input. most of the time jayce will invite people over and viktor avoids them as much as possible. once he walked out of his room, saw cait and vi at the dining table with jayce, stopped, and then decided reading a book in his room would probably be a better use of his time.

genuinely got so confused when i tried to introduce the girls to the hexbros tho bc i got cait to interact with viktor but for some reason, when checking through her acquaintances list later, viktor wasn’t there? but jayce WAS… and they’d only briefly been introduced. DID VIKTOR JUST WAVE HER OFF OR SMTH LMAO???? WHAT HAPPENED I DIDNT SEE

the first time vi and cait properly interacted was when vi went to cook (which she does a surprising amount for someone i wouldn’t expect to cook???) and she LIT HERSELF. ON FIRE. and cait LITERALLY HAD TO PUT HER OUT. can’t believe the “how i met my girlfriend” story is “yeah she lit herself ON FIRE <3 everyone was rlly stressed heehee but i’m just such a quick thinker <3” wow i love gay people

anyway <3 they’re all havign a greit time <3 very normal <3

#arcane #jayce talis #jayce arcane #jinx arcane #caitlyn arcane #vi arcane #viktor arcane #caitvi #jayvik #vikjayce #that thing u do where u make ur lil guys in the sims bc u wanna see them interact #ignore possible typos it’s very late #birg.txt #birg.shitpost

[kairunatic]

A few more funny/wholesome moment revolving around the Solomon Family.

A Werewolf Protag who's dating Kuniyoshi enjoys it when Kuniyoshi pets him and uses his Werewolf for as marshmallow heaven.

Ellie is dating MC3 who's just a himbo. He secretly let's her bite him in private.

Gyubo is dating a White Kitsune Protag, they like brushing each other's tails. He was very cautious around him at first.

Claude is dating a Valkyrie, who has Tetsuox physical build. She's been training his Berserkers.

Shennong is dating a Naga Protag who's immune to all types of toxins. Which is a plus, since it means he'll no longer be a virgin.

I like to believe (MC5)Daichi is one of the kids, so he's with Ryota.

Two of the twins who are volcalists are dating Hati and Gabriel. Hati is no longer a simp for Gabriel.

Suzuka is dating a human around Tsathoggua's size who looks scary but is a huge softy. He's the only person Suzuka doesn't yell at.

Solomon he's not looking forward to any future weddings. He took MC's phone during the Festival Event, so Lil' Sal can sleep over in Cait Sith's room.

Cute^^

#ask

[souridealist]

so a couple of different stories I've enjoyed recently were rattling around my head at the same time, and then my wife encouraged me (sang Hmm) and now I present to you: the final fantasy vii party watching Hazbin Hotel

(contains Hazbin Hotel spoilers, and also, is probably incomprehensible if you haven't seen hazbin hotel. also I haven't finished rebirth yet so it's possible this alludes to some stuff in the original game that rebirth has yet to cover, I don't know)

they have to stop for at least twenty minutes after "more than anything" because Barret is gone. he's gone. full-on sobbing on the couch. goes through half a box of tissues while aerith pats him on the shoulder. only the fact that marlene is asleep saves her from getting snuggled for an hour.

ever after he will tell you his favorite character is Charlie out of how hard he is relating to Lucifer yeah.

Aerith's favorite is absolutely Angel but like. in a way where she initially just though he was hilarious and she loved his lack of fucks and then episode four hits her with "It's not an act! It's who I need to be!" and she's just sitting there on the couch like WOW OKAY WAS NOT PLANNING TO GET CALLED OUT BY AN ANIMATED SPIDER TODAY

Tifa's favorite absolutely one hundred percent actually is Charlie

she just really likes the cheerful warmhearted compassionate girl

who says fuck

and was raised in a miserable slum but still sees joy in life and chooses to reach out to people

and has long braided hair down her back

that's just a character she finds really appealing is all

Red at the back of the room very quietly choosing violence: "There's a surprise."

(for all that Aerith rags on Cloud for being an idiot, I'm not sure she actually manages to run this math)

speaking of Red he kind of finds the whole thing extremely human and bemusing but when asked to pick a favorite he thinks it over very carefully and decides on Husk

and given how bad Husk actually is at maintaining the disaffected thing, yeah Red is telling on himself a little too

Cloud is actually not having a great time because between the really frank sexuality and the bleak humor the show is pretty significantly beyond his comfort level but he's not willing to like. actually admit that.

he also really hates Alastor. nobody but Yuffie actually likes Alastor but Cloud in particular just absolutely refuses to countenance that a single thing Alastor does could be anything besides him playing every single other character completely heartlessly and insincerely and to their detriment

neither the general anti-Alastor consensus nor the mass booing of the Vees is what has Cait Sith going "ha ha ha hoo anyway I'm gonna go wash the moogle, aye?"

that's episode six, when he finds himself actively bowled the hell over with envy for Emily's innocence

he still catches enough of the last two episodes to catch Alastor's total breakdown in the finale about coming to care for these people

hoO! he has something to do anywhere else suddenly! goodnight guys good talk good show

meanwhile Yuffie's entire reason for being the single pro Alastor representative is that she appreciates that he's got style. in, you know, a creepy old man way

she absolutely does not understand significant chunks of angel's dialogue but she is RAPTLY interpreting the context clues

Cid is honestly just waking up for the songs (yuffie is in charge of kicking him when his snoring gets too loud) but he does genuinely like the songs

he actually enjoys Adam because he likes that musical style best and also finds Adam funny, and like. the guy is funny. but Tifa and Aerith are both judging him a little

he does NOT notice this

he does have another favorite when asked and it's Sir Pentious. it's the blimp, he respects a good blimp.

Vincent is hanging out at the back of the room but everybody kind of assumes he isn't paying attention until someone looks over during "Out for Love" and realizes he is silently but openly weeping into his collar

he already liked Vaggie best but after that one he's really attached

rate of party members who eventually end up humming at least one song from the thing: 100%.

#final fantasy vii #hazbin hotel #posts for an extremely specific crossover audience #that reminds me I should bring back the cloud duck post

[sevikitty]

🖇 MY RAN HEADCANONS (finally)

hi, do you guys remember how like four days ago i said "oh i'll post some ran hcs tomorrow !!" and then i never did? well, i'm here now, so don't fucking judge me. please ♡

☆ Gives me Gemini, Sagittarius, and Scorpio vibes, their MBTI type is definitely INTP (I’m not reflecting on her but yes, I am).

☆ Uses she/them pronouns, with a preference for they/them pronouns. She’s demiromantic and is usually not bothered by their s/o’s gender, but is slightly more attracted to girls GNC people.

☆ FLAWS: lazy, sadistic, forgetful (when it’s a piece of information she doesn’t consider important, otherwise their memory is flawless), cynical, insensitive, reclusive.

☆ STRENGTHS: honest, trustworthy, patient, clever, adaptive, calm, sincere, witty, chill, funny.

☆ SKILLS/HOBBIES: ghost hunting with Dustin (name that a good part of the fandom gave the blond guy that is usually with her, the one that got that completely unnecessary beating from Silco after Cait and Vi escaped), swordplay, arts, dual spades, martial arts, parkour, people watching.

☆ I think her height’s around Vi’s height, or slightly taller (around 5’9/1.75m).

☆ I believe she has a unilateral hearing loss caused by a traumatic brain injury, which itself was probably caused by their fall in Act I. Call me blind or stupid but I highly believe that what they have on their left ear is not a piercing but a hearing aid.

- Talking about body modifications, she does have piercings anyways (which is actually canon), she has a lobe one on each ear. Other than the canon ones, I hc she has tongue and nipple piercings because I can and she’d look amazing with them.

- She likes cats and rats. She has a two-year-old cat named Bebe, and three rats that were named Silly Coco, Lockitty, and Vivika by Dustin.

☆ And on the subject of Dustin, as some other people I hc they are childhood friends, they’re almost inseparable to the point where they have to share an apartment/room at the Last Drop or they’ll start feeling anxious. Silco caught up on this pretty early and decided to let them indulge in their own habits since it makes them work better. I’m not saying they always need to be physically attached to the other, but it does make them feel safer.

☆ But being alone doesn’t affect her as much as it sometimes does to Dustin, actually, she enjoys it from time to time.

☆ Their love language is quality time, they also like physical affection but only when they’re the one initiating it.

☆ It's really not easy to get them mad, they’re an extremely calm person with great control of their own feelings and expressions.

☆ They don’t talk much either, not even when it comes to Dustin or the rest of Silco’s gang, they prefer to wait and observe. They believe that if they don’t have anything important to say, then they just won’t say anything at all. But sometimes a comment or two escapes their own self-control, and they’re effortlessly funny when it happens.

☆ Because of the “wait and observe” thing, she can remember extremely specific things about a lot of people. Maybe they won’t remember your birthday or the thing you were just telling them five seconds ago, but she’ll remember that time when you told her you preferred to be blind but have a really nice smile than to have no nose but have really good smelling fingers.

☆ I’m not reflecting on her (I am) but I believe she’s the type to be lowkey competitive but also pretty unmotivated at the same time. She just lets it go but still has the salty feeling when she doesn’t win/isn’t the best at what she’s doing.

☆ There’s something a Twitter user noticed (please send me their @ if you find it) and it was this:

☆ The user mentioned how she possibly lost her arm in this way, I thought it was pretty interesting and I haven’t seen other people talking about it.

☆ Now to the more random stuff, their favorite colors are purple and black.

☆ Most of the time, they’re sleep-deprived and their sleep schedule is extremely disorganized because of both being part of Silco’s main team and having trouble with it in general. When they do sleep, they do so with a shit ton of pillows around them (this may or may not a few random plushies here and there)

☆ Powder taught them and Dustin how to read and write (since Vi taught her how to read growing up), she doesn’t care that much about writing or about making her calligraphy nice-looking, but once Jinx started reading bedtime stories and cautionary tales with them, they were hooked. They love to read in their free time, even when they can get easily bored. I feel like in our world, their favorite books would be 1984 (George Orwell), The Stranger (Albert Camus), Animal Farm (George Orwell), The Catcher in the Rye (J. D. Salinger), Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck) and Lord of the Flies (William Golding).

☆ These are totally not my own favorite books.

☆ I think she’d be very interested in human behavior, she enjoys psychoanalyzing people, making obscure comments about it to the person, and then not elaborating on them.

☆ She’s also into art, but she’s never put much thought into it. She does some sketches from time to time, even more now that Sevika gave her a small notebook after seeing them doodling on a wall while laying on the floor with Dustin one day, but she doesn’t really consider herself an artist.

☆ Now, about her relationship with Sevika, I’m so sure that at some point she had the “I’m not sure if I want to be you or date you” type of crush on Sevika. She probably was their first crush, even though nowadays she sees her more as an older sister figure.

☆ As both of them are usually busy because of Silco, they don’t hang out as much as both would like to; besides as I mentioned before, Ran enjoys being alone when she isn’t with Dustin. From time to time, when they’re both finally able and comfortable enough to hang out, they have a great time, just chilling and drinking. Sevika appreciates Ran because they seem like a breath of fresh air in the middle of all the chaos.

☆ Ran’s always wanted to go to Piltover’s museums, she's never told anyone about it though. And if she wasn’t part of Silco’s gang, she’d consider being a tattoo artist.

☆ My theory is that her family came from Ionia at least two or three generations before her, which is why she can speak basic Ionian. She doesn’t take much part in their culture since she was never taught much about it while growing up, but they do keep some trinkets here and there from their family.

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#arcane ran #ran arcane #sevika #arcane dustin #that blonde guy that licked that bald guy's head #♡ my stuff #♡ ran

[angelltheninth]

Call It Like It Really Is

Pairing: Jinx x Lux

Tags: sleepover, first kiss, cuteness, literal sleeping together, awkwardness, crushes, fluff

Word count: 1.9k

Ao3

Vi was used to Jinx zooming around her apartment, but this was getting a little ridiculous. Vi visited because she wanted to spend a little time with her sister, but apparently Jinx was busy doing... something. From the moment Vi knocked on Jinx’s door the tinkerer just pulled her inside and sat her down in the living room, telling her to wait just a minute while she got something done.

That was almost an hour ago, and all Jinx did was ask Vi her opinion on blankets and pillows, give her snacks, hug her and zoom around the place frantically.

“Can you slow down a little?” Vi’s sudden question did get Jinx to stop but she was running in place, “What’s with you? You haven’t stopped for a second since I arrived? Are you in trouble? Is anyone giving you trouble?” Vi punched her fist in her palm.

Jinx might be all grown up and more than capable of taking care of herself but that doesn’t mean Vi’s protective streak ever went away. Especially since she wasn’t there for Jinx for many years and couldn’t play her role as an overprotective big sister.

Jinx rolled her eyes, “Nothing like that. It’s just that...” Jinx mumbled something to herself way too quickly.

“What?”

“I said...” Jinx took a deep breath, getting ready for the teasing that was about to come, “Lux is staying over tonight. She mentioned that she wants to stay over tonight. So I just thought I’d get things ready for her.” Admitting this was embarrassing.

“Lux?” Vi arched an eyebrow, “Oh! That cute mage from Demacia you’ve been talking about?”

Jinx’s eyes narrowed at her sisters words. She had no right to be possessive over Lux, she knew that. Still she couldn’t help herself, Lux was like her shining light, she didn’t want anyone to steal her away.

Jinx probably though she was being scary, but even with the protective and challenging stance it made it difficult for Vi to take the threat seriously with Jinx’s pouting face. Still she put her hands up in surrender, “Easy there sis. It was just an observation. Besides I only have eyes for one woman.” Vi’s eyes got distant and dreamy as she thought of Caitlyn. Jinx rolled her eyes and made a tired face, “A-Anyway. A sleepover huh? Are you excited?”

“Well yeah. Duh.” Jinx plopped herself on the couch next to Vi, “I’m just nervous ya know. Never had a sleepover before.” It was rare to see Jinx nervous, vulnerable, sounding so small and unsure of herself. It reminded Vi of when they were kids.

“Uh well... what kind of a sleepover is it?” Vi asked trying to get some more information before offering any advice.

“What?” Jinx quirked a brow.

“Is it a friends type of thing or are you more than that now?”

Jinx blushed, “I don’t know! I think we’re more than that. We’ve been on a date before. Wait... is this a date too? Did she just say sleepover but she meant... oh gods do you think she wants to fuck?”

“I’d... rather not think about that. And I’m not give you the whole be safe talk either. You’re smart Pow-Pow, just don’t let yourself get hurt alright. I know you really like this girl and try and make sure you’re on the same page first alright?”

“I guess. Maybe I’m over thinking this.” Jinx looked at her hands in her lap.

“Hey. It’s a sleepover with your crush. Of course you’re over-thinking it. You and Cait are funny that way.” Vi wrapped an arm around her sister, bringing her in for a side hug.

“I’m not taking that as a compliment.” Jinx smiled despite herself, “Should I get some food? Do you think she wants to eat? Or just hang out?”

Vi sighed, “There you go again. See what I mean by over-thinking it? And why are you asking me? Ask her when she gets here.”

Just then there was a knock on the door. Jinx’s eyes lit up, “That’s has to be her!” She yelled and before Vi could even turn around Jinx was already at the door. Damn her inhuman speed, Vi was still getting used to it. Jinx opened the door, revealing the blonde mage, “Hey Flashlight! Glad you made it.” Jinx leaned against the door frame with one hand, the other one on her hip. This was a cool pose. She saw multiple people do it in the Lanes, it had to work.

Vi slapped her forehead, that was slightly painful to watch. Was this how she and Caitlyn looked? Surely not.

Lux didn’t seem to mind the dorky pose, in fact she laughed, “Of course. I’m excited for our sleepover.”

Jinx was about to respond when she felt Vi’s arm around her shoulders, “So is Pow-Pow, she hadn’t been able to stay still all day.”

“Vi!” Jinx blushed from the embarrassment. Lux chuckled again adding to Jinx’s embarrassment. “Damn you really are sunshine incarnate huh? You picked a good one sis.” Vi ruffled Jinx’s hair playfully, “Well I gotta get going, got my own hot date tonight. You two have fun. Uh... don’t drink too much and... don’t get pregnant.”

Now it was both Jinx and Lux who blushed, “Please just go.” Jinx practically pushed Vi out the door while the Enforcer just gave her a thumbs up and a smile. She sighed as Lux walked in and closed the door, “Sorry about that Flashlight.”

“No, no. I have a brother I know how it is. Although Garen isn’t so... blunt.” Lux pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“R-Right. Anyway, you want food or just straight to the bedroom.” Lux blushed at Jinx’s words, “No! Wait, shit! Not like that! It’s a sleepover right? So we... shit.” Jinx sighed, covering her face with her hands and slumping down the wall, “Sorry.”

Lux kneeled down, tentative placing her hand on Jinx’s shoulder. A pale, cold hand quickly grasped her own, “Hey, there’s no need for that. I’m-I’m nervous too. This is actually my first sleepover.”

Jinx looked at her, her eyes sparkling as she blinked rapidly. “So... what do we do?” Jinx was a genius when it came to tinkering and inventing, she could hold her own in the Lanes, scare anyone, outsmart every Enforcer, charm anyone she wanted, yet with Lux she was a complete mess. It scared her honestly.

“I think we should just wing it. For starters we can order some food if you’re hungry. Maybe... talk and cuddle on the couch.” Lux hopped Jinx wanted that right now. Company, her company. Her touch.

“Sure.” Jinx said a little unsure, “What are you in the mood for Flashlight?” Jinx smirked and just like that she was back in her usual, cheerful self. She jumped up on her feet, “There’s a food stall down the street. Nothing fancy but damn is the food good. I’ll run down and get us something ok? You make yourself at home.” Jinx was gone to get the food, but not before she gave Lux a peck on the cheek. She didn’t stick around long enough for Lux to see her blush, or to see Lux blush. She just wanted to kiss her. And Jinx was always impulsive, but this time it was a good thing.

When she got back she got a kiss in return, an action that she didn’t expect. Lux was more shy than herself, but she appreciated it non the less. The dinner and the cuddling went smoothly but them came the part that Jinx dreaded the most. The actual sleeping part.

The duo stood in Jinx’s bedroom. It had tools, parts, blueprints, books and drawings scattered all over it, “So um... we sleep in the same bed right? I mean I only have one anyway.”

“Right. Do you have any clothes for me to borrow?”

Jinx look at her confused, “What? You didn’t bring your own?”

Lux shrugged, “I wanted to sleep in your clothes. I hope that’s not weird! I just really like what you wear.”

Jinx didn’t even need to hear anything else, she was digging trough he closet in a matter of seconds to find something for Lux to sleep in. She gave her a fluffy, oversized shirt. It was simple but it was the first time she bought for herself in Piltover. “It’s a little worn out, but it’s one of my favorites.”

As Jinx expected the shirt that was a little too big on her fit Lux just right. Still it filled her heart with joy to see Lux wearing her clothes. It also meant that her legs were bare.

“Do you want pants too? They’ll probably be short on you but...” Honestly Jinx liked Lux like this, but wasn’t gonna tell her that now, it might give the mage the wrong idea.

Lux however didn’t miss the way Jinx’s pink eyes trailed down her bare thighs, “No. It’s not necessary. But thank you.” Lux walked over to her preferred side of the bed, lifted the covers, got in and patted the spot to her.

Jinx was grateful that the room was dark, other wise Lux would see how red she was. She quickly went to change, pulling off her shirt, pants and boots, almost tripping over herself, “Shit.” She cursed as she caught herself on the edge of the bed. Lux laughed at her silliness, not in a mocking way but still Jinx couldn’t help but feel like she looked really dumb right about now. With a huff she put on her shirt and sleeping shorts.

She undid her braids, allowing her hair to flow freely down her back. She heard a gasp behind her. When she turned around she saw Lux staring at her mesmerized, “What?”

“Your hair. It’s beautiful.” Lux reached over and ran her hand trough Jinx’s hair, “Lovely.”

Jinx mouth fell agape and she struggled to think for a moment, “Thanks! Yours too!” Well that wasn’t her greatest comeback but still it was the best she could do when she was this close to kissing her crush. She leaned in closer, her lips barely brushing over Lux’s before pulling back. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, which she thought was impossible since she practically died once causing her heartbeat to slow down, even after the Shimmer.

“Again.” Lux whispered, her hands pulling Jinx closer by the shoulders pressing their together again, for far longer this time. Jinx usually preferred to instigate the touch herself but if it was Lux she didn’t mind it. She leaned into the kiss, their lips pressing firmly together again and again.

“Hey Sunshine...” Jinx’s words passed over Lux’s lips, “Do you wanna take this further?”

“Uh... well I really was planning on just sleeping together tonight.” Lux felt kind of silly saying that given she just pulled Jinx in for a kiss like that, but Jinx didn’t look disappointed in the slightest. Quite the opposite in fact, she looked relived.

She grinned, “I like being with you. A lot. You make me feel safe. I don’t wanna ruin it.”

Lux shook her head, “You could never. Not with me.” Lux pulled her in for one more kiss before the two settled on the bed. Lux hugged Jinx from behind, arms around her stomach and face buried in Jinx’s blue hair, “Thank you. For trusting me.”

Jinx took in a deep breath, “I should be telling you that.” She could hear Lux laugh lightly, feel her arms pull her closer. Jinx never let anyone hold her like that, she was only this vulnerable with Vi. Now, she found another person she could trust herself with, who trust her. And she will try her damn best to make sure Lux didn’t make a big mistake, “Goodnight Fl-- Lux.”

Lux hummed, “Goodnight Jinx.”

#lightcannon #arcane #league of legends #jinx #luxanna crownguard #jinx x lux #league of legends fanfiction #arcane fanfiction

[carolmaximoffs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT OMFG i can’t believe so many of the coolest ppl in my life that i know are aquas. ily you’re NINETEEN that’s wild!! you know i love a good roommates or friends w benefits fic gimme gimme gimme 😗💜

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE AGH...here is your long overdue wanda x reader roommates fic, my love! so sorry for the wait, but thank you for your sweet words and your patience <3 @subtlebucky

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none really? maybe a curse. references to drinking, partying. jealous! reader. apologies to anyone named jillian, beck, or yasmine. sharing a bed, but not in THAT way. 

WHEN YOU WAKE UP, you smell coffee already brewing. You stretch leisurely as you pad into the main part of your shared apartment, faux-flirtatious smile already gracing your lips.

“Smells good, baby!” You call. The laughter dissipates from your body as you pause in the kitchen doorway. Wanda is indeed sipping coffee in the kitchen, but is also standing between the legs of a tall, rather buff girl you’ve never seen before who’s perched comfortably on your island. “Oh.”

"Jill, this is my roommate, Y/N," Wanda says, perfectly at ease. You wonder if your eye really does twitch at the sight of Wanda's hand on Jill's thigh, but you pray it's just your imagination.

“Hi, uh, I didn’t - we’re not - hi.” Your face burns as you duck past them, reaching up into the cabinet for your mug before realizing it’s missing. You whirl around, about to ask Wanda, when you see it. And Wanda must realize it the same time you do, because she gives you this tight smile and wide eyes. Jill sips idly from your favorite cup, the one with the funny handle and your initial in rainbow gradient. Pietro, Wanda’s brother, had gifted it to you a few Christmas’s back - you know he’d have stopped Jillian from using it. Instead, you fill the most boring mug you and Wanda own - black, with a white outline of Sokovia in a red heart - and send your roommate a sour look. “I’ll just...”

You jerk your head towards the bedrooms, and stalk off. Maybe out of embarrassment, but mostly out of stubbornness, you pretend not to hear Wanda apologizing and making excuses on your behalf as you leave.

.......

Two weeks later, just when things are returning to normal, it happens again.

Well, more or less. It’s significantly darker out now, and this time you’re putting leftover Chinese food in the fridge when the door bursts open. Wanda all but falls into your apartment, a sharp-nosed girl with a deep violet buzzcut hot on her heels. Space Army Cadet and your best friend are hand in hand, the latter barely tossing you a glance as she drags her guest down the hall. And yeah, you’ve seen Wanda bring people home before - even brought a handful of people home yourself. Hell, one of you two’s closest friends was an ex of hers; oddball physics major, Vis, had been Wanda’s lover for the notable first three years of college.

 Lately, though, you’d noticed this...pit in your stomach, carved a little deeper with each new bedmate. Every time you shook it off - it wasn’t any of your business what Wanda did in her free time. Was it because they were women? You catch yourself wondering, but no - you’d never had an issue with that, why would you start now? Shutting the fridge, you shuffle back to your room, turning your TV up to drown out anything from Wanda’s room next door.

The next morning, the eccentric friend is nowhere to be found, but you did find there was a severe lack of alcohol in your coffee as Wanda cheerily filled you in. Buzzcut’s name was Yasmine, she was in Wanda’s European lit. course, and they’d gone out for drinks to celebrate Yasmine nearing the acquirement of her masters. You stare into your cup and hum at all the appropriate points, choosing not to point out that it was only November and nowhere near graduating season. Maybe Yasmine was on the fast track - Wanda always did like the smart ones. 

You become so absorbed in thought you don’t notice at first that your housemate has stopped chittering away. When you look up, it’s to a pouty frown. You shift in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “What?”

“Are you...okay?” Wanda’s frown deepens, brows furrowed as she brushes a stray lock of auburn from her face and folds her arms over her chest. “We...You’ve been a little distant lately, I guess.” 

“I’m fine,” You say breezily, rising to your feet to dump the dregs of your coffee in the sink. Some irritating heartstring twangs at your tone - you hate brushing Wanda off, but what are you supposed to say? Hey, can you stop bringing girls home? I think I’ve caught homophobia. You repress a shudder at the mere thought as you move to sweep past her and get ready for your first class, but a small hand curls around your bicep.

“Just...don’t be a stranger, okay, kedvesem?” Darling. Swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling curiously parched, you can only nod. Wanda lets go, but you can feel her fingerprints burning like a brand even when you’re lying in bed that night.

.....

The holidays go off more or less without a hitch; there’s a very scary hiccup shortly before Christmas when you come home to find Wanda curled into Vision’s side on the couch, the pair of them sharing a blanket. But Wanda looks...as if she’s been crying? Love Actually is playing, Wanda’s go to Christmas comfort movie, and Vision is texting someone called ‘Peter M.’ with an alarming number of heart emojis, so you continue onward. 

Your subconscious must be looking out for you otherwise, because it’s not until New Year’s that you see Wanda with a mystery lover. Actually, you don’t see much of Wanda at all outside of Christmas, and even when you do, it’s always just the two of you at home. Of course, because of this, she insists on dragging you out for a New Year’s party. When her twin, Pietro, gangs up on you via Facetime, you give up arguing and steal a shimmery black slip from Wanda’s closet before flipping them the bird. 

Pietro arrives around 10 to pick the pair of you up, obnoxiously laying on the horn outside of your apartment building. Wanda trips several times as she tries to shove on her other heel and put lipstick on at the same time. Making it out the door is a whole other ordeal - after a short spat about Wanda needing a jacket, an awkward moment when the elevator doors open on some neighbors practicing for midnight, and finding Pietro just about to buzz in to get you, you and Wanda are sliding into the backseat of Pietro’s obnoxiously cramped sports car.

“Ladies, your prince, or princess, awaits!” Pietro announces grandly as you pull up to a shabby loft just a few blocks away. You can hear the music from the street, sighing inwardly as you force yourself to get out of the car. Wanda smooths out her flowy black pants - you keep your eyes trained politely above her shoulders to ignore the fitted, maroon sequined top with the plunging V-neck she’s paired with them. 

“I’m actually meeting someone here,” She says casually to her brother as the three of you make your way in. Pietro waves her off with well-wishes, but throws you a questioning glance. All he gets however is a shrug in reply, this is certainly news to you. He accompanies you to the makeshift bar where you fill a cup with copious amounts of liquor. It usually wasn’t your vice, but the strobe lights alone could be cause to drink. You made a mental note to ask whose idea this party even was in the first place. when you turn around, though, Pietro, too, has slipped off into the crowd.

So you do what one is supposed to do at sweaty, too-loud functions such as this one - push yourself from your comfort zone, get comfortably tipsy while you wedge yourself into the mass of bodies and move with strangers. As mentioned, liquor and strangers have never been favorite pastimes of yours, so once you finish off your second drink (maybe third - you deserved it), you set out searching for Wanda. Her glittery form is tucked into a corner with a small group you don’t recognize, but you definitely note that she’s in the lap of a tall, dark, and handsome type. She spots you before you can get to her, making excited grabby hands as you get closer. 

“Y/N!” The bubbly young woman squeals over the music. She leans forward to be heard better, and you gulp. “This is Beck! And Jade, and Marcie, and you remember Yasmine!” 

You offer only a wave and tight smiles as you, too, lean in further. “I’m gonna get an Uber!”

“What?” Wanda pouts dramatically, Beck snaking an arm around her waist to steady her as she jolts back in disappointment. “It’s not even midnight yet!”

“No, I know, I’m just not really feeling it, I guess!” Yasmine leads over to whisper something to Jade; it’s the furthest thing from your mind as Wanda reaches out to squeeze your hands understandingly. 

“I’ll see you later! Kisses!” You repeat the word weakly before shoving once more through the mass. The sidewalk and cool bite of the outdoors is a welcome respite - your driver doesn’t speak all the way to your apartment, and you give them 5 stars for it. After a cold, quick shower, you curl up in your fuzziest bathrobe with a cup of coffee and flick through Netflix. You know when midnight rolls around when the neighbors upstairs, hosting a party of their own, cheer and shout to each other. It can’t be 20 minutes later that your door is met with a tentative knock.

On the other side is Vision in the most disarray you’ve seen him in - he’s in pajamas, for Pete’s sake, hair and glasses askew over a chunky knit sweater. He’s supporting an equally-bleary but much more drunk Wanda, and passes her to you with a wrinkled nose.

“Y/N!” She crows, dissolving into giggles as you shushed her. “I wondered where you went.” 

“I told you I was coming home, bubs,” You mutter, hugging her back briefly before you notice Vision is still standing in your entryway. “Hey, how about you go get changed, and then I’ll make you some eggs?”

Wanda agrees, talking animatedly even as she walks away. You look back at Vision, smiling wearily. “Thanks for bringing her home safe, Vis. Did you want a cup of coffee, or...?”

“No, thank you,” Vision quips, polite as ever as he tugs his sweater down over his hands. He jerks his dimpled chin the direction Wanda had disappeared in. “Take care of her, please.”

“Of course,” You reply, instantly, brows furrowing. He nods briskly before turning to leave. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. Goodnight.” He’s almost to the elevators when you call a ‘Happy New Year’ after him, and that earns you a smile. “Happy New Year to you as well, Y/N.”

Back inside, you find Wanda spread eagle on her bed in mismatched socks, an old college hoodie, and the same underwear you’re pretty sure she wore to go out tonight. You poke her heel and she makes a frankly unhuman gurgle into the duvet. “How much did you have?”

“Nah a lah,” Is her muffled reply. “We’on dwink anymo’.” 

You realize she’s right, though you figured she was at least taking some of those dates to bars. Maybe not, though - Wanda was always a romantic. You push the mere though away and tug at the arm closest to you. “Yeah, I know. You’ll feel better if you eat something, though.” 

Her protesting grunts are less effective than when she kicks out blindly, narrowly avoiding your hip, and you huff. “Fine, I’ll bring the food to you.”  You make to leave, but she’s captured your wrist now. Wanda turns her head to make powerful puppy eyes at you. “Stay. Sleepy.” 

“I...yeah. Okay.” You were still a little tipsy in your own right - neither of you were college kids anymore, after all. Wanda’s smile was blinding as the pair of you made your way under her numerous layers of blankets. When she turned the lamp off, you wondered if she could hear your heart thundering in the dark.

“Y/N?” She whispers, just when you think she’s fallen asleep. 

“Yes, Wanda?” 

“I love you.”

You hum in acknowledgment, brushing it off as dreaming.

--------

Midday, you’re roused by someone laying across your stomach and shaking you awake. It’s Wanda, long lashes fluttering prettily as she rests her chin on folded elbows. You scrub sleep from your eyes as you croak, “Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, Y/N.” She says your name with purpose - sort of always has, you realize. You’re running over last night in your head, and like a mind reader, Wanda answers your every question. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Still love you.” Wanda murmurs. You meet her gaze - completely clear, if not a little glazed over with absolute adoration. She pushes up a little, lips hovering over yours. They brush just barely when you speak, sparking like live wires. 

“I love you, too,” You breathe, and finally, finally, she kisses you. 

Things make so, so much more sense then.

#multiverse level: wanda maximoff goes on a date w/ beck from victorious #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff one shot #carolmaximoffs #wanda x vision #vision

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Can you do a one shot story of the companions coming together to organize a surprise birthday party for Nora. I find it really funny to think of them having to interact and corporate with one another to make Nora happy. 😂😂😂

Awww!!! This is an incredible idea, and I absolutely love this so much!!! 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰 I had an amazing time writing this one (as you can probably tell by the length of the thing 😂), and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the request! 💙💛

Word Count: 3505

  “Hancock, if you put Day Tripper in those brownies, I will personally make sure that Blue has your head—”

  “Calm down some! I didn’t put any chill pills in the brownies, okay?!” Hancock replied, raising his hand up defensively before placing the pan on a nearby table. Piper just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

  Since Nora had left that morning with MacCready and Dogmeat, everyone had been moving as quickly as they could possibly manage with Piper at the helm of the preparation crew. It was February twelfth and the birthday of the vault-dweller. And they had to do everything they could to make Nora’s birthday as perfect as her.

  And if Hancock brought chems in, then it was definitely not going to be perfect by Piper’s or Nora’s standards.

  “Okay, then, prove it. Cait!!!” Piper called. She knew that Hancock would cave if Cait came over to try the brownies. After all, he respected Cait quitting the chems too much to let her risk a relapse.

  She could feel Cait’s glare on her back, and Piper resisted the urge to say something sarcastic as the redhead approached the two.

  “What do ye want?” Cait questioned, not much kindness mustered in her words as she glared at Piper. After all, they were not really the best of friends, and for Piper to ask anything of her was a bit of a stretch. The only reason Cait was helping with the party was because she loved and cared about Nora so much.

  “Go try those brownies.”

  “Why? This feels like a trick,” Cait spoke, crossing her arms over her chest as she narrowed her eyes skeptically. Piper barely withheld the groan as she put her hands on her hips and glared at the other woman.

  “We’re testing them to make sure they’re clean.”

  “And ye chose me?! Look, I’ve moved past my days of addiction, ye hear?!” Cait informed her aggressively before spinning on her heel and leaving Piper with Hancock. Piper rolled her eyes, moving her mouth a little as she mimicked the other woman.

  “Alright, then. Curie! Come taste these brownies!” Piper called, and Curie looked up immediately, her eyes sparkling with the promise of sweets.

  “Ooh! Okay!” Curie cried, hurrying over. Piper smirked widely, knowing that Hancock would not just let Curie get high. Especially since Nora would be positively livid if anything happened to the innocent synth.

  “No, no, no, on second thought, I think I might’ve burned them, and I probably should just throw them out. Nora deserves the best, right?” Hancock grinned winningly before heading out the door with the brownies. Curie stuck her lip out a little in a small, disappointed pout before returning to her previous task of cleaning up the house alongside Codsworth.

  “That’s what I thought,” Piper muttered, and she turned to look and see what Cait and Danse were doing together. Currently, the both of them were attempting to hang decorations, and Danse was looking slightly flustered as Cait grinned widely. Piper immediately knew what was going on as soon as she saw it.

  “No fraternizing in the workplace, got it?” Piper announced just behind them and Danse was almost pitiful in how he straightened immediately and cleared his throat in an attempt to look more proper. It was obviously a reaction left over from his time in the Brotherhood, and he quickly caught up on his mistake before releasing his shoulders a little and loosening.

  “Who died and made you queen, anyways?” Cait questioned, and Piper scoffed as if it were obvious.

  “Look, since I know Blue so well, I have been self-appointed as birthday party coordinator, alright?” Piper informed her. Piper mentally added in the fact that she believed that she herself was Nora’s best and closest friend out of the bunch, but she did not voice this opinion aloud since she would likely offend the rest of the people around the house.

  “The rest of us know her pretty well, too, y’know. I think you just want an excuse to boss me around!” Cait challenged, pushing the thumbtack into the wall firmly, and Piper just shrugged, everything in her fighting the urge to say something that would provoke the former cage-fighter.

  “Does this look balanced to you?” Danse questioned, and Piper squinted a little, tilting her head.

  “Yeah. Except Cait’s end looks too high and mighty,” Piper commented, and she mentally scolded herself for not having more self-control than to aggravate the other woman. But it was just too fun to resist, and Cait got so irritated which made it so funny.

  Sure enough, Cait looked like she might kill someone as she lowered her end ever so slightly.

  “Good enough, your highness?” Cait questioned, clenching her fists tightly and her face turning a little red as she quite obviously tried to resist the urge to deck Piper. Piper just offered a smug smile and a thumbs-up.

  She then headed over to check on Nick, Preston, and Deacon where they were working on wrapping the presents for Nora.

  “How’s it going, guys?” Piper questioned, looking over the gifts for Nora on the table. They had labeled all of them with the people who were gifting them on the bottom and Nora’s name on the side.

  “It’s going alright over here,” Deacon trailed off with a chuckle, looking over at Preston and the Minutemen shrugged a little with a grin.

  “Piper, are you playing nice with Cait?” Nick questioned, raising an eyebrow knowingly, and Piper just grinned winningly, squeezing Nick’s shoulder affectionately.

  “Oh, Nicky… When have I ever not played nice with the red-headed woodpecker?” Piper questioned much too innocently, and Nick rolled his eyes fondly, the barest of smiles pulling at the corners of his lips.

  “Behave yourself now,” Nick chastised half-heartedly, too much warmth in his voice to be taken too seriously about it. Piper just laughed a little.

  “I always do, Gramps,” Piper assured him with a wink and finger-guns.

  At that moment, X6 entered the house with the cake. Piper turned around just as he placed the cake on the counter and faced her.

  “I have completed the cake,” X6 announced, his voice completely calm as he wore an absolutely ridiculous apron. Piper had to search deep inside of herself to try to keep from laughing.

  She had seen Nora wear this apron on many occasions when she was cooking around Sanctuary, and Piper always poked fun at her when she saw her wearing it. Apparently, Nate had bought it for Nora back before the bombs fell and it had been such an ugly apron that no one had stolen it from Nora’s house during the entire time that she had been frozen.

  Of course, no one would want to steal a bright blue apron that had “Hot Mom Summer” written across the front of it.

  “Did the apron work out for you, X6?” Piper questioned, unable to help a bit of mirth leaking into her voice.

  “It performed its function properly, if that is what you mean. However, the aesthetic quality left a bit to be desired,” he very dryly replied. Piper just shrugged, chuckling a little.

  “Nice! So, did you put a sweet little message on top of the cake like I said?” Piper questioned, and she could hear Cait muttering something to herself somewhere behind Piper. Piper simply chose to ignore her for now, focusing on the courser before her.

  “Yes,” he replied simply, and she grinned widely, finding herself to be quite relieved since everything was going extremely well so far.

  “Did you cover it in frosting all over?” Piper asked, raising an eyebrow, and X6 hummed in agreement. She let out a breath of relief, very happy to see that things were going so well as of now.

  “Great! Let me see,” Piper spoke, moving over to look at the cake. To her pure, unadulterated horror, the cake was completely and barrenly white with a simple message in pretty lettering on top of the cake in blue letters.

  “‘Pleasant regards?!!!’ You’ve got to be kidding me!” Piper cried, her eyes wide as she looked at him as if he had suddenly sprouted two extra heads. She could feel the coolness of his gaze even behind the sunglasses he was wearing.

  “You did not make a specific request. Therefore, I put a kind message on the top as you said,” he replied, and it was so dry that she could not help but think he was being sarcastic.

  “If this is your idea of being funny, it is absolutely the worst time to start pulling that—”

  “Tiny human, Mack-Ree-Dee, and little dog are back!!!” Strong announced very loudly, sticking his head through the doorway as he bent over a little to fit. He had been outside waiting for Nora, MacCready, and Dogmeat’s return, and Piper had told him to let them all know when the group came back. Piper brought her hands up to the sides of her head, breathing deeply as she tried to hold it together.

  “Aww, well, that’s just wonderful!” Piper sarcastically declared in pure aggravation.

  “Okay, quick!!! You guys fix this cake! I’m going to try to get MacCready’s attention and see if he can distract her for a little longer,” Piper swiftly told them, and it was then that she noticed Hancock had re-entered the room after throwing his brownies outside behind the house.

  “And do not line the edge of the cake with mentats or something, Hancock!” Piper demanded, pointing an accusing finger at him before hurrying out the door and barely dodging Strong standing there. She quickly spotted the three heading up the road through Sanctuary slowly. They had just gotten off of the bridge. Nora was laughing at something that MacCready had said to her, and Dogmeat was happily trotting along ahead of them.

  Piper raised her arms up, waving to MacCready since Nora had just stopped to pat Dogmeat when he brought her a stick from nearby. He unfortunately was not looking. When he finally did happen to gaze in her direction, he just stared at her for a long moment, completely and utterly confused as she motioned to him.

  Very unfortunately, he still did not seem to get the message whatsoever. Piper just groaned loudly before looking around quickly, trying to find something that could throw Nora off and that would take up some time.

  It was then that she spotted strong standing nearby, just staring at her as if she were insane. Piper held back the grin that threatened to come onto her face and instead replaced it with a surprised look.

  “Strong! I think you better go see Nora! I’m not sure, but I think she found milk of human kindness!” Piper announced to him, and he looked at her strangely, moving his gaze between her and where Nora was standing in the distance.

  “Tiny human have milk of human kindness?!” Strong cried, growing quite excited, and Piper nodded swiftly.

  “Yes! Tiny human have milk of human kindness! You better go check!” Piper told him, gesturing in Nora’s direction, and Strong took off running in Nora’s direction to pester her about the nonexistent beverage.

  Piper sighed deeply with relief before hurrying inside to see how things were going with the cake.

  “How’s it looking?” Piper questioned quickly. X6 was just standing nearby, looking slightly irked as Hancock and Danse tried to shove each other out of the way to fix the cake. Deacon was trying to get around them to throw in his additions, and Cait had her arms crossed, her brow furrowed in some combo of frustration and nervousness. Codsworth and Curie were offering suggestions to the people fighting over the cake, and Preston just looked a little uncertain about the entire thing. Nick was propped up against the wall and watching the entire thing unfold.

  “It looks like the beginning of a disaster,” Nick commented dryly, and Piper made her way over, trying to shove Danse, Hancock, and Deacon away from the cake. For a long few moments, they did not even notice her.

  “Hey, hey, hey!!! Stop it!!! Let me see!!!” Piper yelled to get their attention. After much pushing, the three moved out of the way finally. Piper looked down at the cake, and she tilted her head to the side a bit as she looked down at the really strange cake before her.

  There was a pair of sunglasses on the front of the cake, lug nuts lining the edge of the cake on the plate it was sitting on, and a flower on the top positioned in such a way that it bordered the top of the word “Pleasant.”

  “Y’know… I’m not sure whether this is the weirdest cake I’ve ever seen or if it is literally the actual embodiment of Nora’s personality,” Piper finally spoke, and they all shrugged, honestly not too sure themselves.

  “Well, I hope it’s good enough, because I think we’re about out of time,” Nick informed them, as he looked out the window carefully.

  “Hide!” Piper quickly called in a whisper-yell, and they all tried to find a place to hide. Piper quickly turned off the lights that Nora had going in the house, turning the switch that connected the generator and the network of lights inside the house. She then took cover on the far edge of Nora’s couch where it was hidden from people coming in from the front doorway.

  Curie, Nick, and Codsworth hurried into the hallway, Curie peeking out just barely and one of Codsworth’s eyes poking out to watch the door. X6 left out the back door and Danse hurried out the back door with him, standing just around the side of the doorway. Hancock, Deacon, and Preston hid behind the island countertop nearby and Cait kneeled down nearby them.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I probably left it on the nightstand by my bed— Wow, it’s dark… I don’t remember turning the lights off before I left,” Nora trailed off, and Piper could hear the blue-clad woman feeling around in the dark for the switch that Piper had just turned off a few moments ago.

  As soon as the lights came on, everyone hiding jumped up and yelled surprise. Nora jumped out of her skin at first, falling back into MacCready as she instinctively placed her hand on the holster of her pistol. However, as her fight or flight instinct disappeared, a look of pure awe and joy overtook her, and she just looked around slowly.

  “Happy Birthday, Blue,” Piper told her, a giant smile on her face as she slowly approached the other woman. Nora was suddenly snapped out of her stupor, a giant grin coming onto her face as she wasted no time in closing the distance between her and Piper and wrapping her arms around the reporter tightly, burying her face in Piper’s shoulder as she squeezed her firmly against her.

  After a moment, Nora pulled away, just gazing at all of it as she marveled. Curie hurried over, latching onto her waist quickly, and Nora reciprocated the hug with a half-choked laugh before kissing the girl softly on top of her head. It was then that Piper realized her Blue was near tears.

  “What… When… How did you guys even come up with this?” Nora breathlessly questioned as she moved to the next person so she could hug them to. It just happened to be Nick. Piper shrugged, chuckling a bit as she hooked her fingers in the belt loops of her trench coat.

  “Well, we told MacCready to get you out of the house and keep you out there for a while, and we all busted our rears to get everything together for you,” Piper expressed, and just as Nora latched onto Cait, she pointed in MacCready’s direction with a watery smile.

  “You, sir, are a huge liar. Your scope was definitely not off all those times, and you do not exclusively pee in hubflower bushes, do you?!” Nora cried with a loud laugh that was somewhere closer to a sob as Cait crushed her in her arms, those bony limbs wrapping around Nora tightly as Nora rocked with her a bit and waved a scolding finger at MacCready. He just grinned sheepishly, shrugging. Piper scoffed as she raised an eyebrow at the man.

  “Seriously? Peeing in hubflower bushes?” Piper questioned as Nora continued to make her rounds and hug absolutely everyone there. She next went for Codsworth and quickly after that latched onto Preston.

  “Hey, you told me to distract her by any means necessary, and you wouldn’t believe how long it takes to find a hubflower bush out in the middle of the wastes,” MacCready admitted with a small laugh. Nora had embraced Danse, Deacon, and Hancock during his statement.

  Nora shook her head, finally hugging X6 against his will.

  “I just… Wow, I don’t even know what to say, you guys… Thank you so much,” Nora laughed, sniffing hard as she wiped at her eyes carefully, her hand squeezing X6’s shoulder.

  Piper just grinned widely, looking down at the floor self-consciously before looking back up at the woman. Piper could tell that Nora knew Piper had been the one at the helm of the entire thing, and Piper treasured the soft, adoring gaze that was thrown in her direction especially.

  “Well, then don’t say anything at all! We’ve got gifts and lots of them!” Deacon told her with a laugh, gesturing to the giant pile all over the kitchen table. Nora’s eyes went wide and she somehow looked even more deeply touched than she was before.

  “Monsieur Deacon, let us show Madame the cake first, oui?” Curie suggested excitedly, and Nora turned around, looking for the cake as she looked as if she might cry all over again.

  “You guys actually made a cake?”

  “X6 baked it,” Piper informed her, coming closer to her best friend as Hancock reached over for the cake on the counter behind Danse. “And Danse, Hancock, and Deacon put some really weird spin on the whole thing as far as decorating it goes.”

  As soon as Nora saw it, she looked somewhere between laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it and crying from the tenderness of the whole thing. She placed a hand over her mouth, just staring as her shoulders shook. She finally released a sharp bark of laughter, and everyone could not help but chuckle quite a bit over the silly cake.

  “‘Pleasant Regards’ was the moron’s idea,” Cait pointed at X6 as she explained in her usual gruff manner, and Nora just laughed and smiled widely as she looked at him. He did not provide an outward response.

  “When I was instructed to put a kind message on the cake in distinguished lettering, I was not given specific requirements,” he explained calmly, and Nora just laughed even harder.

  “I absolutely love it. You could’ve written literally anything on it, and I would’ve been happy,” Nora expressed wholeheartedly, and the sad thing was that Piper knew that was the absolute truth. Nora was always so happy with even the slightest shows of kindness and that was one of the many things that Piper loved about her best friend.

  “So, sister, do you want to eat some cake or do you want to open some presents first?” Hancock questioned with a smile, and Nora looked a little guilty as she eyed the cake.

  “I hate to mess up this beautiful cake… But I’m honestly kind of hungry,” Nora chuckled a little, sheepishly smiling at the group.

  “Don’t worry. Cakes are made to be eaten,” Danse assured her in that deep, stoic voice. However, his tone was filled with warmth as he looked at the woman. She flashed him an affectionate glance.

  “Well, why can’t she have both? She can eat cake and open presents at the same time, right?” MacCready suggested, and everyone quickly agreed, the entire bunch excited for her to see their gifts to her.

  “Alright! Let’s do it!” Nora agreed with a shrug, but the thrilled look in her eye betrayed her true feelings.

  “Let’s do sing ‘Happy Birthday!’” Codsworth called out, and everyone paused in their migration to surround the kitchen table. There was a collective sigh, but everyone cleared their throats before starting the song.

   Piper almost could not sing for the huge grin threatening to overtake her face as she lovingly looked at her best friend who was just basking in the love that her new found family held for her. As Piper and the group sang the last bit, Nora’s eyes met Piper’s and Nora just smiled softly at her, mouthing a thank you to Piper as her gaze practically glowed with tenderness and lovingness. Piper stopped singing for a moment to mirror her best friend’s expression.

  Piper had succeeded. Although it was not completely perfect, her Blue was getting all of the love she deserved.

  And that was all Piper needed and wanted for her.

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[frosty-the-killer-doll]

Just Snowstorm Things

The Responsible Adult Couple

At first Caitlin doesn't want anything to do with him, but he's charming and funny. He seems to make it his mission to become best friends with all his co-workers. He doesn't seem to notice how every time he gets close, Cait's skin turns fucking red

One time He asks her out and Caitlin instantly agrees. She dressed up all cute and he takes her to some random carnival. He then keeps flirting with almost everyone there, and Cait realizes that this is a friend-date. She gets frustrated with the both of them and quickly, determinedly asks him out on a "specifically-romantic-type date." He's pleasantly surprised and happy to attend!

Casually affectionate

They started getting serious early on in the relationship. He moved in barely a few months after they decided to make it official

He popped the question when they were on a trip (the very one she mentioned when meeting Cisco)

They live together, but have separate rooms, as both value their own space and privacy.

Also they mostly sleep in different beds because Ronnie has chronic AS HE and can never stop moving. While this wouldn't be a problem considering it would take an earthquake to wake Caitlin, sometimes Frost randomly fronts while they're sleeping and she is one angry sleeper. Cue Ronnie getting very suddenly, very violently kicked off the bed. Cuddling isn't worth the bruises

Luckily tho, when Ronnie is sleepy t work he easily fall's asleep on Caitlin's shoulders or her back. Cue Caitlin trying really hard not to fall over because hOLY SHITT this dude is tall and jacked and fucking HEAVY

They're literally the best couple. Look at all this natural and healthy communication. They're so polite and positive around each other it's disGUSTANG

Caitlin often refers to him as Ronald just to cluster him. (She begins using it a lot ins Cisco since Cisco immediately joins in and starts calling him Ronald McDonald and its honestly what jumpstarted their friendships.)

To counterstrike this, Ronnie began almost always spelling Caitlin's name wrojg, just because she's so freakin cute when she's mad. Very effective over text

He fucking hates her mom. Just-- soo much. Whenever they're in the same n and Carla makes one judgemental comment, he just tips into her without hesitation

He used to ask every time before touching Caitlin, much less kissing her, and refused to entirely cull it when Caitlin told him to just go for it. He only just goes for it of Cait needs comforting or of she's already touching him. Any other time, he immediately asks, and always waits for an answer. It was frustrating in the beginning (it would fluster her SO HARD), but Caitlin quickly started to appreciate it. It remains one of her favorite aspects of Ronnie Raymond.

They're just... in love. Openly, honestly, brutally. Everybody can tell they're soulmates the moment they see them together.

They're so casual about it though, because it feels like they've been together forever, that sometimes folks mistake them for being best friends who don't know they're in love.

That's not that frequent, since they mention each other constantly. "My wife this," "my husband that." Sometimes Ronnie just leaves his friends because he's just like, hmm. Guys, I miss my wife. And he just GOES HOME?? and they're like yeah classic ronald, certified lover of his wife (literally)

Caitlin is quieter in real life, but she's a spam texter. Hers are well-worded notes about her day and any silly thoughts that cross her mind. With Ronnie, SHE feels like she doesn't constantly have to be, like, big-brained. She can let her stupid fly and he wholeheartedly encourages it

GOD i love them. I love them. I really love taking shallow canon relationships and breathing chemistry into them because they're usually so stale that I can totally make it My own and that's amazing

I lvbe thm and they love each other and it's the best y'all

#the #the flash cw #Caitlin snow #ronnie raymond #killer frost #snowstorm #caitonnie