#he wants to do it alone and get no one else alone if he goes down he goes down alone

[buckyalpine]

I've always had this acting AU idea where you and Bucky are co-stars in a movie/tv show and your characters are enemies. It makes people feral because you're both so crazy attractive but you just hate each other so much on screen and your story lines have you at each others throats.

Now the part I love with this idea is the press actually thinking you don't get along with him whatsoever and thinking there's drama between the cast because you're never around with them. Whenever they hang out together, literally everyone by you is there. There are so many rumors about how Bucky can't stand working with you and how the cast leaves you out. Natasha even had a thanksgiving dinner recently and the Instagram photo she posted has literally everyone present but you.

Things heat up even more when you barely update your own socials after filming wrapped up. You basically disappeared and it confirms everyone's suspicions. The only time you post here and there is when you're at home alone, doing your own thing. You're never present in any of the interviews. No one ever comments even when they're directly asked about you. There has to be drama.

It's been over a year of near radio silence and people anticipating for the release of this movie.

I love the idea of the movie premier day being full of anticipation and people buzzing over if Bucky would bring a date, if you'd even show up, wondering how you'd interact with everyone else. No one's even seen you but you're one of the main characters so you have to show-

A large black SUV rolls up.

Then Bucky steps out.

Everyone screams. He looks stunning in his all black suit, with his scruffy beard and chestnut locks. Instead of making his way down the red carpet, he stays in place waiting for someone to join him.

Confused murmurs start among the screaming.

And then.

He holds his hand out to help you out.

And everyone goes absolutely wild as you step out, seeing your very round baby bump and that ring on your finger. He makes a show of kissing you deeply before walking you down and of course the cast showers you in love and hugs as if you're all in your own little bubble.

They already knew all long. The secret, low key relationship with you and Bucky. You didn't want people to know because it would bring on so much speculation and scrutiny. When everyone bombards you both with what's going on, Bucky only answers one reporters question with a simple "I'm here with my wife"

Seriously, people can't handle it.

A few days after the reveal, Bucky, you and the rest of the cast including Sam, Steve, Nat and so many others post all the outings they had where you were actually present. The "thanks giving dinner" was actually your baby shower. So many pictures where they're holding your bump with "aunt" and "uncle" sashes tied around them. Pictures from the secret wedding. The honeymoon. The cutest pictures of Bucky cuddled up with you; wholesome intimate moments with you and him. Moments with getting mani pedis with Nat and Wanda.

No on can understand how this was all hidden so well. No one would have guessed.

Weeks later you have your babies and this time everyone posts pictures, all of them surrounding you in the hospital.

Seriously, this reveal breaks the internet in a way you'd never imagine.

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[astraystayyh]

chan x reader. hurt and lots of comfort. description of an anxiety attack and its aftermath (based on my own experiences).

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If you remain still long enough, breathe as quietly as you can muster, would the world forget you exist and pass your anxiety along to somebody else?

A selfish question, perhaps, but one that you can’t help but ask as you sit on your freezing bathroom floor, knees tightly hugged to your chest.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve sat in this position. Time suddenly seemed elusive to you, as if a concept too hard for your frantic heart to grasp. All you knew was the ache of your limbs and the feeling that doom was just around the corner.

It was one of those days where you woke up feeling anxious. As if your brain had made up its mind about you in your sleep, deciding to hold you hostage to your anxiety. The bed was cold, your boyfriend Chan long gone to his studio, his lingering cologne the only indication he was ever there. So, you tried to distract yourself throughout the day— going on a walk, listening to music, cleaning your house, but it didn't help. Nothing seemed to help you.

So here you were, hours later, sat on your bathroom floor, trying to calm yourself down, all alone. But you could tell that it wasn't working, that you were on a losing race against your own body. Soon, you wouldn't be able to control your anxiety, soon it would turn into a full blown attack.

You wanted to call Chan, you truly did, but he was busy, and you refused to be a burden. Especially since he told you through texts that he'd be home late, so that definitely meant that he was making a new track in his studio.

So, you settled on rocking yourself back and forth, your hands slowly moving up to your shoulders, patting yourself down. This is what you used to do before knowing Chan. When you didn't have anyone around you who understood. You’d trick your bruised mind into believing you were hugged, the warmth of your own touch easing your anxiety a little.

But tonight it had the opposite effect. Tonight, you broke down in sobs, your breathing more irregular than ever. You curled into a ball on the floor, your hand moving to your chest in a futile attempt to slow down your heart. You could no longer breathe, the air in your lungs morphing into unkind fingers, choking you from within. White dots started dancing in front of your eyes, as your entire being shook like a lone leaf, left to fend for itself before the unyielding winds.

It suddenly got too much— the sobs, the pain, the ache. You couldn't bare it anymore. So with trembling hands, you unlocked your phone, calling the only person who would be able to calm you down. Chan. You put the phone on speaker, before tossing it on the ground next to you. You couldn't even muster the energy to hold it to your ear.

“Hi my love, I'm a bit busy right now can I call you later?” Chan's rushed words ring through the bathroom, your anxiety intensifying before the possible antidote. “Honey?” he asks again when he doesn’t hear your reply.

“Chan—“ you sob, the only word your weighted tongue allows you to speak of.

“I’m here, I'm here baby. I'm coming right now,” his panicked voice rings through your ears, following the frantic rush of your boiling blood. The sound of shuffling indicates that he’s getting up and leaving the studio, the confused ‘what’s going on?’ Han shouts confirms it.

The only reply you give him is your sobs, and his heart constricts, twists and turns at the sound of your cries. “Hey, hey, sweetheart. It’s okay, you’re okay. Breathe for me, okay? Take a deep breath with me, please—” his voice breaks, “please baby.”

You try, with all your will, to force a steady breath to rise from your stomach to the tip of your tongue. It escapes faintly, but Chan catches it. “You’re doing well, baby. Fuck—” he turns on his car’s engine. “Um… Minho bit my ass today.”

His words catch you off guard, the gears in your mind stopping for a split second. You remember a faint conversation under your covers, months ago, when you told him that distractions help you when you’re anxious. Force you to redirect your thinking somewhere else.

He remembered.

“Was it tasty?” you breathe out, and he chuckles, a sweet sound intermingled with a sigh of relief. “I don’t know, I need to ask him baby.”

You nod though he can’t see you, willing yourself to breathe again. In, out, in, out, Chan’s own breathing guiding you. “Should I bite him in return?” he asks. Tears pool in your eyes once again. “I’m close, so close,” he reassures.

“Okay.”

“To the biting?”

“Mm,” you manage to hum, as you hear the door of your apartment open, Chan's hurried steps echoing in your home. You knew he was looking for you but you couldn't call out to him. After painfully long seconds, stretching out as if to torture you even more, he finally opens the bathroom floor.

He finally finds you.

“It's okay, I'm here. I'm here,” he wastes no time before scooping you into his arms and hugging you. He knows that the pressure eases your anxiety so he tightens his hold without you having to say so, pulling you as close as two pages of the same book.

With you on his lap, he starts rocking back and forth, his words coming out a jumble mess. He can’t settle on what to say to you, switching between stupid jokes his friends told him, and words of reassurance he repeats like a promise.

His words break, his tongue faltering each time your sob gets louder, but he speaks. He speaks and speaks for twenty minutes, all to distract you, all to keep you grounded, and safe.

After a long while, the storm finally passes, leaving behind an excruciating exhaustion. You turn into a puddle in his hold, softening like malleable clay. He holds you as gently as a porcelain vase.

His warm palms settle atop your cheeks, his eyes gazing into yours for the first time since he got here. A sheen glaze taints them, one you know is mirrored in your own. His thumbs gently swipe away your remaining tears, grazing your face with a tenderness that makes your being ache. Your lips press a faint kiss onto his palm, his find their way to your forehead, and you feel it all, through his kiss. His fear, his relief, his love, soft and gentle, for you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice slightly hoarse as you kiss his forehead back.

“I’ve got you my love. Always,” he smiles at you softly, his dimples appearing like the sun after a cold day.

“Did Minho really bite you?” you giggle faintly, and he scratches his ear sheepishly. “No, but I don’t put it past him to do it.”

“Is that something you’re into?” You cock a teasing eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. “Only if it’s you,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist, picking you up swiftly.

“I’ll consider,” you yawn, wrapping your arms around his neck, your face finding a refuge in the crook of his neck.

“Why thank you,” he smiles as he leads you to your bedroom, settling you gently atop the bed. He quickly climbs in with you, bringing you so close to him, his warmth ends up spreading through your entire being, filling up every nook and cranny of your soul.

“I think as long as you’re near, I’ll always be okay,” you say, as your eyes close slowly, you miss the tender smile that blooms in his face at your words.

“Good thing I exist to be near you, then.”

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[livelaughlovesubs]

How do you think househusband Fyodor would act like? Bc I feel like he’d act similar to a traditional housewife that goes to church every Sunday but is actually a total freak in the sheets almost every night (only almost everyday bc his amnesic body can keep up with his needs😞)

Ik I have a problem but what about him also having a breeding kink?👀 like he subtly hints at it after talking to a couple at church who had recently got the news that they’re expecting. Fyodor later acts pouty and starts suggesting baby names, pointing out cute children clothes when shopping, mumbles about he wished that god would bless us with a child.

(I love Fyofyo, especially if he’s a whiny horny bastard <33)

-🍮 anon

Omg wait… fyodor as a househusband/ traditional wife would be so ahhhhh

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor

He cooks, he cleans, he stays home to take care of the chores and is obedient. He believes that he has to submit to you all the time. Cuz that’s what he got himself into the moment he decided he’ll be your male wife.

Would get on his knees when you come home to greet you. Then help take off your jacket and ask what you’d like to do. Eat first or wash up? Or maybe.. something else?

Sometimes you’d encourage him to go out more, but he said he won’t do it unless it’s with you. A married man shouldn’t go out alone, without their partner.

Wears very conservative clothes, doesn’t show skin, but secretly wears lingers underneath it. It’s preparations for when you want to do it, he has to please you after all.

He’d let you do him anywhere. On the couch, balcony, over the kitchen counter, in the confession rooms of the church or in some suspicious looking alleys

Was never into sex before, until getting married with you. Since then he is so drunk on getting filled and stretched and manhandled and-

He thinks he is a great house husband, which he is, but not perfect enough. A stay at home wife usually takes care of a kid too, so you two doesn’t have one yet…

Despite him knowing he can’t get pregnant, he really wished it was possible!! Praying to his dear lord every Sunday to please bless him with a baby.

During intimacy, when he’s been going at it too long and his brain has been turned into mush, he might start revealing those thoughts

Begging you stay inside him, not wanting to let you pull out. Saying some pretty lewd things like:

“Please breed me.,mhhHmm, ah- I-i want to have your fir-first bornnHgh..!”

Probably would allow you to see other man too, cuz all he has to do it serve you and love you

It is a pretty suffocating lifestyle, that’s what you think. Which is why you never cheat or anything, you try to get him to change his mindset but he’s very stubborn about it

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[cringecompanionapologist]

I Swear I Thought of This Months Ago: Different Doctors in Midnight

The thing with Midnight is that shit goes wrong because it's a companion-lite episode. The two people the Midnight Entity singled out to possess where the two people traveling alone. They were easy to isolate from the group. If the Doctor's not traveling alone here, and there's this human who came in with him just going along with whatever he's doing, it's going to seem less suspicious. So, what would happen to any Doctor in Midnight is based more on their companions than the Doctor. Donna took the day off of adventuring to enjoy the spa. Not all companions would do that. First Doctor: He may get on everyone's nerves, but he's going to have a granddaughter with him and people will judge him less harshly because he has a family. You've got a couple with their teenage son there. They see an old grandpa with a granddaughter the same age as their son, they're going to see him as someone like them. As for the granddaughters, Susan wouldn't want to leave her grandfather and Vicki canonically is more interested in adventures than relaxation. I'm less sure about Dodo, because nobody is sure about Dodo. She's a wild card.

Second Doctor: A group of people in a small space menaced by a monster? Might as well be a base under siege. He's in his element here. He also tends to be better at understanding human nature than most Doctors, so even if he was alone, he might not end up quite so isolated. And he wouldn't be alone. Out of a combination of loyalty and discomfort with spa environments, Jamie would definitely be with him.

Third Doctor: Following the Doctor around on his adventures is literally what Jo was hired to do. She'll be the one telling everyone that the Doctor is an expert on basically everything and she trusts him so they should too. If they try to throw him out she'll try to either take his place or go with him and nobody will want to hurt her. Nobody wants to hurt Jo. Even the Master didn't want to hurt Jo.

Fourth Doctor: When Four shows up somewhere, being weird, acting like he owns the place, and having way too much fun in a crisis, people tend to sort of roll with it. It's a superpower he has. But, if we want to turn the superpower off, we've sort of got three eras to consider. Sarah Jane would probably follow the Doctor, since she's still a holdover from Three's "companions are literally the Doctor's assistants" era. Leela would not understand the appeal of a spa and would threaten people into listening to the Doctor. As for Romana...Okay, we've got another Time Lord. I actually don't know. She'll probably go with him and might have slightly more luck with the locals.

Fifth Doctor: Really depends on the TARDIS team. Tegan's going to take the goddamn spa day and will talk Nyssa into going with her if she's around. If it's just Nyssa, she'll go with the Doctor and everyone loves Nyssa, so everything will be fine. Turlough is going to enjoy a pleasant day off. He can relax, do a bit of sketching, and not have to deal with yet another traumatic incident. Adric would not understand the idea of a spa, call it stupid, get into a fight with Tegan, and if he wasn't going with the Doctor before this, the Doctor would insist purely to separate the two and restore order. Adric has no social skills, so he wouldn't exactly make the Doctor look better, but like with One and his various granddaughter companions, the family on the train would be more comfortable with a family man.

Sixth Doctor: The classic Doctors have done well so far but Six is probably fucked. Peri would probably like a day off from him and the violent shit that happens around him. Mel might try to get him to stay at the spa for health purposes. I don't know the EU well, but Evelyn might have a chance of coming along and getting him to behave, but no promises for anyone else.

Seventh Doctor: Of course Ace is there. Yet another Doctor passes as a family man and it's easy.

Eighth Doctor: I don't know the EU well and Eight is the Whoops All EU Doctor, but he seems to pick up companions that would follow him around here, being all human and convincing the humans not to bully him. But, considering Eight's luck, they'd probably try to throw him out of the train anyway and he'd end up traumatized again.

Ninth Doctor: Might actually consider just spending the day at the spa, but if he gets bored and goes on an adventure, Rose probably gonna follow him. The day is saved with the Power of Love or something.

Eleventh Doctor: Amy wants to go with the Doctor despite Rory's protests. There's a lot of bickering but they get out fine.

Twelfth Doctor: Clara is his carer who cares so he doesn't have to, so preventing Midnight incidents is sort of what she's there for. For Bill, this would be an educational experience. Twelve gets on everybody's nerves a bit, and he gives a speech about how stupid everyone's being, which doesn't actually help, and he'll probably end up getting punched in the face, but not thrown out of the train.

Thirteenth Doctor: She tells her companions to just enjoy themselves and wanders off alone. If they insist on following her, and Yaz probably would, we're fine. If she successfully ditches her companions, she's in trouble. She'll openly admit to being socially awkward, but I'm not sure if that would actually help in this situation.

Fourteenth Doctor: He's retired. He's probably staying with Donna. If not, everything mainly goes the same as it does with Ten, but it feels more cruel.

Fifteenth Doctor: Ruby would go with him and he's actually pretty good with people anyway. I'm guessing the Fourteen remembered being Ten and regenerated into someone unlikely to be thrown out of a train on a death planet just in case.

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[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part 14

Right my gorgeous little demons here is part 14 and at the end you finally get a little bit of action that you've all been asking for - and trust me there is moreeee to come!!! Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen

Life carried on as normal. Or well, as normal as you now living with the Vee’s could get. Moving most of your possessions into the tower wasn’t the issue – you keeping your old apartment just in case anything goes wrong had been a small issue with the Vee’s. After a few little arguments, some flirting and a lot of promises you were allowed to keep it. Just in case you needed somewhere to blow off steam of course. Another little argument happened as you had been continuing singing at the old clubs and creating new contracts – the Vee’s had been included in all of this but still liked to make a scene every now and then. After the first few explosions off Valentino and small grumbles from Velvette and Vox you just brush them off. They were possessive assholes. But they were your possessive assholes.

Though currently everything was calm. Velvette and yourself had taken over the living room with pieces of paper, clothing samples, song lyrics and glasses/bottles of drink as you both discussed her upcoming Catwalk that you were going to be starring in. Not that you were worried. Not in the slightest. Vox was no where to be found, you guessed he was still in his office working despite the late hour. Valentino, however, had settled on the sofa behind you both scrolling on his phone and giving his opinion on certain clothing choices and dresses.

After a few hours you leaned your head back on the sofa, moaning softly when Val started massaging your scalp through your hair while making sure all the tangles were gently removed. For someone who had such an aggressive reputation you found he was always gentle with you. Or rather, he was only aggressive when you asked. Not once had he asked you to star in his ‘work’ since you had agreed to be theirs though. When you mentioned it to Angel he had laughed and patted you on the head before explaining how possessive Valentino is and that he wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you like he would in private. Another plus was that Val was leaving Angel alone now, thankful that Val had taken what you said to heart and that Angel had a little bit more breathing room and freedom now.

Through your mussing, you somehow must have fallen asleep. Stretching you realise that you were no longer on the floor but are now on the sofa with one of the plush blankets wrapped around you like a burrito. You struggle a little trying to wiggle your way out of it, throwing a glance at Vox’s door to see that it was still in the same position as earlier with no lights or movement from inside, so you just knew he was still working away. A quick look at your phone informed you that it was now 3am. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep aware he was still up you traipse into the kitchen and start the coffee machine up, making his usual black coffee. That Demon just lived off caffeine and sugar, if you opened him up you are sure you would only find wires, electricity and coffee.

Making sure his favourite mug, ‘Fuck Alastor’, was full to the brim you make your way up to his office via the elevator. It was way too late to be using the stairs. When you finally make it to his office you can see blue lights flickering underneath it with the sounds of grumbling and tapping reaching your ears. Yep, still hard at work.

You give a harsh knock to the door before you open it, peeking round you see Vox typing away on his masses of screens. Bow tie now abandoned on the desk and a tired look on his face you frown. Hmm that wouldn’t do. Stepping into the room, shutting the door with your hip you catch Vox’s attention. That devilish (albeit tired) smirk spreads across his face.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing up and about at this time?” His eyes flicker to one of his screens and flinches when he sees the time. As you walk towards him his eyes now focus on the mug as you place it in front of him and slide yourself onto the corner of his desk. The pyjama shorts riding up your legs showing more of your thighs than he probably had seen before.

“Just sustaining your caffeine addiction is all, plus I haven’t seen you today – wanna make sure you are still alive and kicking” you tease him with a smile as he sips on the coffee. Humming in happiness at the caffeine kick he leans back in his chair, observing you from over the rim of the mug. His stare always had you squirming if he held it long enough. Biting your bottom lip as his gaze travelled down the pink pyjamas and robe you had on, you clear your throat: “so what are you up to so late? Anything fun?”

“Nothing as fun as what I am staring at right now”, rolling your eyes you try to hide how your cheeks start to flush as he chuckles at your reaction. He leans forwards to put his mug back on the table when you spy that his charging cable wasn’t properly plugged in. Can’t have that now can we.

“Hang on V, looks like you’re not fully plugged in”, sliding back off the table so you were now standing between his open legs, you lean over him to get to the wire. His cold fingers rest on your waist, gasping slightly as you finger the wire to make sure it’s the right one. Amused, glancing down at him as he squeezes your waist, “hold on if you need to big boy”. You can’t help but tease before getting back to the task at hand. He must have pulled himself together you gathered from the cheeky chuckle and tightened hold he had on you. However, you were not expecting the sudden pull from him which meant you ended up squeaking as you landed straddling his lap with your knees resting either side: “if you insist my little songbird”.

From the fall, one of your hands was now resting on his shoulder as the other held onto the back of his screen. Pushing back the blush from your cheeks of being in this position you instead attempt to raise yourself up so you could see what you were doing behind his screen. Or you tried until two very strong hands pushed you back down where you were now firmly seated on his lap.

“You’re gonna have to let me up a bit so I can make sure the plug is in properly Vox”, trying to explain what you were doing and getting a handle on the situation, you throw him a glare as you glance down at him. His devilish grin just grew. One of his hands left your waist and positioned itself in front of your face. A snap of his fingers and the wire that you finally had hold of snapped into place by itself. “Are you telling me you could have done that all along?”

Shrugging, he places the hand back on your waist and settles comfortably in the chair. A darkened expression spread across his face as he gazed up at you: “there’s a lot I can do that you don’t know about yet Y/n and I cannot wait to show you”. Gulping, you slip both your hands to now rest on his shoulders. This was a situation you had gotten yourself into now wasn’t it. His eyes made a path down from your own, down your throat and to where your pyjama top gapped quite a lot at the front showing off the pink lacey bra you wore underneath it. Under your hands you felt him groan under his breath, those fingers on your hips tightened again.

“You should be a siren instead of a songbird, you know that sweetheart?” He mumbled up to you as you rest your weight now more on his lap – your legs had grown tired of holding yourself up off him. Another restrained groan came from his chest. A smirk grew on your face. Who wouldn’t feel a little bit powerful by having an Overlord moaning under them?

“Really? I think I’m far too innocent and sweet to be a Siren, don’t you Vox?” You lean down so your face was just above his, his breath on your chin you try to suppress a shiver when that dangerous smile spreads across his face as he looks back up at you.   

“Innocent and sweet aren’t the two words I would choose for you right now, Y/n” he challenges. His hands started moving softly up and down your waist, goosebumps raise where his fingers touch bare skin making little shocks of electricity run up your spine. A sudden little shove from those hands had your chest pressing against his and his face only a few inches away from your own. Heart thumping in your chest. Well Y/n … it’s now or never girl! Flushing under his smug gaze you reply by cheekily roll your eyes and wrap your hands in his jacket labels managing to pull his face even closer to your own. Eyes closing as his screen was blinding, you feel rather than see him place one cold hand on your jawline pushing it up. A puff of his breath on your lips was all the warning you had before-

“BOSS, there’s a crisis on the store floor there’s su-“the crash of Vox’s door makes you both jump in shock as your eyes snap open. Together you glance over to see one of his receptionists sheepishly hiding behind their tablet possibly realising they had royally messed up.

“OUT!” Another jump but this time from the loudness of Vox voice warbling in static, you could only sigh as the receptionist scampered out the room leaving you both now in silence. What a cockblock. A peek at a pouting Vox had the sides of your lips start twisting into a smile.

“Are you seriously pouting right now?” You ask, highly amused at the pissy Overlord. Huffing he rolls his own eyes and takes his hands off your waist. Well. That would never do. Rapidly you grab the labels of his jacket again and yank him forwards and slam your mouth against his. Smirking into the kiss, proud that you had finally one upped him in his little flirting game you release his jacket to swiftly place your arms around his shoulders instead.

After a moment or two of Vox remaining stoic, finally he responded wholeheartedly. His own hands wrap around your back and hold you firmly to his chest, a soft groan coming from his throat when your nails scratch into his shoulders.

Now you thought it would be weird kissing him – the whole TV screen as a head did slightly put you off from trying to kiss him but it wasn’t like you thought it would be. His face wasn’t flat and hard like a screen but instead was soft and you’d say almost 3D like. His tongue slipped into your own mouth as his fingers dug into your sides. Yep. Definitely not flat like a screen. Rubbing yourself up against him and bathing in the groan he released, you couldn’t help but wonder.

You wondered what else wasn’t flat like a screen on the rest of him and how you couldn’t wait to find out.

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[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Mango Bat; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

His backpack’s still at the Rock of Eternity. He should go get it, probably. 

He’ll just–get it later, he guesses. Later’ll be fine. His stuff’s safe at the Rock of Eternity, and it’s not like he really needs any of it right now. Batman got them so much stuff, and he’s not small enough to fit in any of his usual clothes right now anyway, so . . . so it’s not really important. He doesn’t really own anything important, anyway. 

Not anymore, he means. 

Obviously. 

But–it’s still his stuff, even if he doesn’t need it right now. So . . . 

So he doesn’t know, he guesses. 

. . . he’ll just get it later. 

Billy turns back to Lynn and Tawky and smiles encouragingly at Lynn. Lynn didn't talk to Tawky about the library idea, so Billy's increasingly sure he just doesn't like to talk, but that's still fine, yeah. Like–it's not a big deal or anything, he means. 

As long as Lynn actually means what he says, that's all that really matters, Billy figures. 

“What do you think, library or alone time?” he asks, trying to sound casual and low-pressure about it. Kids Lynn’s age don’t usually have to make so many decisions all the time, so he wants to make sure it’s not stressful for him. “Or something else?” 

“. . . I don’t know,” Lynn says, looking down at Tawky in his lap. “You pick.” 

. . . well, that technically is a decision, Billy figures. Like–still counts and all. 

“Okay,” he says. “How about we try the library, then? It’s pretty quiet there, usually, and if you want some alone time you can go in one of the reading rooms or something.” 

“. . . sure,” Lynn says, and then it occurs to Billy, abruptly–

“Did Cadmus teach you to read?” he asks. Lynn bristles defensively, and Billy represses a wince. Okay, bad question. 

“I can read,” Lynn says, tightening his grip on Tawky. “And write. I know things.” 

“Okay,” Billy says, still trying not to wince. Man, he didn't mean to ask anything sensitive or anything. “Um–sorry, I just wasn’t sure if they had or not. Like, if you were gonna want me to read to you or if I had to teach you or–um. Sorry.” 

Lynn . . . blinks. Looks–odd, briefly. 

“. . . you would’ve done that?” he asks, and sounds odd too.

#mango bat #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

[here-comes-the-moose]

Some of my Bad Batch Amusement Park Headcanons Under the Cut

Hunter

Emphasizes that they will not be buying anything in the park, since everything is ridiculously overpriced. He ends up buying things they don’t need anyways.

Can only go on some of the rides, since others are way too intense for him. He’ll hang out with Crosshair while the others go on those.

Constantly asking if any of them are hungry or thirsty or feeling okay. Made them stop walking so he could fuss over Echo since he thought he was in pain (Echo was just annoyed at all of Hunter’s mother-henning).

This results in him and Echo getting into a fight that makes them all walk in silence for about fifteen minutes. Someone (Crosshair) almost cries.

Steals bites of the others’ food.

Wrecker

Omega’s riding companion.

He has to close his eyes during the ascent on rollercoasters due to his fear of heights, but once they’re off, he’s totally fine and having a great time.

Going crazy over the food available at the amusement park because what do you mean they can deep-fry key lime pie???? Echo is concerned, but also impressed at how he doesn’t get sick on rides after eating.

He’s in charge of spinning the teacup since he can make it go extremely fast. The workers are impressed at his strength but also horrified.

Tech

Omega’s other riding companion. He flies like an absolute maniac, of course he’s going to enjoy amusement park rides.

He’s the one who has the map and all of their tickets. He has had their route planned out for weeks and has the app on his phone that says the wait times.

Making sure that everyone stays hydrated.

Will lecture Crosshair and Wrecker over all of the fried food they are consuming, but will say nothing to Omega since she’s a child and should get to have some fun. He even accepts bites of her fried Oreos.

Crosshair

Can only ride the Ferris wheel. He gets sick on everything else because his enhanced vision makes him more susceptible to motion sickness.

Absolute pro at all of the games. Can and will win all of the toys for Omega.

Goes absolutely ham on the sweets available at the park (I headcanon him as having a major sweet tooth). Gets fed up with Tech’s lecturing and eats more sweets out of pure spite. This is something he pays for later.

Will deny it, but constantly checking Omega to see where she is, waiting for her if she wants to look at something or needs to tie her shoe, and offering to carry all of her things so she doesn’t get tired.

Echo

Constantly making them take pictures. Has said “act like you love each other” at least twice while taking said pictures. Got mad at Crosshair for not smiling, but then just left it alone when Crosshair smiled in the worst, most unhinged way possible.

Also sure everyone is staying hydrated and that they are reapplying their sunscreen.

Alternates with Hunter on who will sit with Crosshair when others go on the rides.

Likes all the rides, but rollercoasters are his favorite.

Telling Crosshair, Wrecker, and Omega to take it easy on the snacks. (Some listen more than the others and he has to give the ones who don’t listen pepto later).

Omega

Stealing food from Crosshair and Wrecker (though it isn’t really stealing since they’re fine with it and we’re under the impression they were sharing).

Loves all of the rides, especially rollercoasters that go upside-down (Crosshair gets dizzy just thinking about it).

Treasures all of the toys Crosshair wins for her.

Enlists the others’ help in carrying all of said toys.

Sharing her food with everyone.

She is eating the most balanced out of all of them, since Tech and Echo are making sure she’s getting enough fruits and veggies as well as enough protein. She’s probably also the most hydrated out of them due to everyone fussing over her.

#star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #arc trooper echo #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb headcanons #bad batch headcanon #bad batch headcanons

[jesperfaheys-defenseattorney]

Andreil headcanons?.cuz you've been posting about them

I have been! Thank you for asking Anon I'm flattered<3333

I've already made a post about Neil having a bunch of random marathon t-shirts and hoodies from just signing up for them cause he runs sm and Andrew stealing said marathon shirts but I really like that one so I'm going to put it again here

They do get married but they don't have a ceremony but they do all the legal things because ofc one of them gets injured and one tries to see the other at the hospital and they're like "Sorry family only" and they're like "time to sign paperwork I guess" and like a few weeks later Andrew shows up with two rings with their initials inscribed in each other's rings (because he's a SAP at heart) and his excuse is he's tired of getting flirted with and people asking Neil put so if they wear the rings it might put a stop to it. Neil only takes it off for games.

Andrew gets cavities frequently and will go to the dentist but he hates it and every time he has to go Neil drives, he always stays in the room, and if Andrew is having a bad day he'll call and reschedule his appointment because he's simply not going to subject him to a dentist on a day he's hesitant to even let Neil touch him let alone a doctor. Before every filling he puts milkshakes in the freezer without Andrew knowing so that when the numbness goes away later he can give one to him.

Neil has a super low alcohol tolerance and normally he doesn't drink, especially if Andrew does, that way he can drive, but he can be convinced by the other foxes if he's in a good enough mood. Andrew has observed Neil's five stages of drinking. 1. At first he's fine, he's just a little more talkative than usual. 2. As he gets tipsy he can be convinced to dance (typically Nicky's fault) 3. He's suddenly very friendly but overly paranoid. He wants to talk to Matt but he also won't stop glancing at the nearest exit every 5 seconds. 4. He gets competitive but it seems like he's just joking around so on the rare occasion Neil is drunk enough and around an equally drunk Kevin, Andrew is kind of in hell 5. Passed out. Low alcohol tolerance, Neil is out.

Neil actually wears a lot of Andrew's old stuff and they fit pretty well because even though he's shorter than him, three inches isn't that much of a difference for their clothing length, and Andrew has a broader shoulder build and is generally pretty muscular (person HC) so like, Andrew's stuff fits him. Neil wears his old jerseys, mostly, especially when they become long distance. Those two aren't face timing if Neil isn't wearing Andrew's clothes that he kept when Andrew left.

Controversial headcanon, Neil gets an honest to god tattoo that he wants. He gets a sleeve on his forearm that really nicely covers up the burns, anyone looking at first glance and not knowing they were there would mostly just see the design. When Neil tells Andrew he's thinking about doing this, Andrew comes very close to death by choking on coffee. They spend the next like, week sending each other tattoo designs and Andrew starts thinking about getting some over his scars, but decides not to since he wears his arm bands all the time anyways and he's not a big fan of the idea of a stranger putting a needle in his arm for several hours.

Andrew cuts Neil's hair. He trusts no one else.

Andrew is in fact a sucker for Neil so should Neil ever get injured or sick in the slightest Andrew does have a small tendency to hover. Neil's just trying to make some breakfast and Andrew is standing behind with couch medicine like "You should rest" and Neil swears he wasn't there three seconds ago.

Actually they didn't get the cats at the same time they got them individually (agreed to) and they picked them out together when they were visiting each other. However, when they moved in together they had to introduce Sir and King and it was a bit of a painful process and Andrew eventually just sprayed catnip all over the apartment while Neil was out and waited for those two to lose their shit and fall asleep together. This was a repeated process until they stopped fighting each other and started sleeping together and getting along. Andrew refuses to tell Neil how he did it and says that he just told them to do it

Thank you Anon!! Enjoy 🤗

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Sleepover w/ the digital circus cast

been a while since ive written this style of post for tadc, but im on my computer again so hopefully writing so much wont be too grating! reminder that i do not currently take requests for the entire cast in one post-

notes: reader is gn, not really romantic, written with the idea that everyone is having a sleepover in the main area of the circus

cws: bugs

caine

does not sleep but he wants to feel included, hes the one providing the games and activities for the night, as well as bedding for everyone to use

pretends to sleep, probably totally incapable of sleeping unlike the circus members... fake snores to try to sell it and make it convincing but all it does is it keeps everyone else awake

the games mentioned are usually an exaggerated and insane version of them- truth or dare but if you lie or refuse a dare you were given you get locked in the cellar/j

oh he definitely would try to get some juicy conversation with you or another circus member- god forbid you show some small sign that youre crushing on someone, hes not going to leave you alone

even worse if he finds out you actually do and who it is

his version of spin the bottle might get a little insane, knowing him.. definitely rigs it lands on whoever you like

pomni

not very interested, but if this takes place post episode 2 shes more inclined to join everyone for the night to get to know everyone better

if you two have grown close she sticks with you during the insane games caine has set out

completely opts out of any games that look way too intense but she probably gets roped into it by some of the others- or simply being swept into the chaos

sleeps off to the corner a bit away from everyone else so she can at least try to get a good nights sleep

if SOMEONE (jax, or even caine) gets too overwhelming or annoying she just gets up and goes to her room... you might be able to coax her back out

ragatha

as mentioned in jax's section, she offers to let you lay next to her if jax is bothering you

if you ask her, she does your hair before you go to bed. brushing through it and if its long enough she ties/braids it up for you

if you have a sleep set- unlikely given that they cant take their clothes off but we can pretend caine snapped his fingers and changed everyones clothing or something- she compliments how it looks.. if its cute or if it looks comfortable

if youre still awake and open to it she talks to you quietly when she cant sleep, its actually a nice change of pace against the chaos of when everyone else was awake

you dont talk about much, you just check in on each other and ramble about nothing in specific... keep it down or caine will come on over and try to insert himself

jax

hes the reason the cw is here, hes going to put bugs in your blankets if you guys arent sharing his room. if the two of you are in your room, or if you guys are in the common area hes going to do it.. or put something else thats unpleasant there..

thinks its funny, knowing him he might actually laugh a little off to the side as you thrash your sleeping bag around

snack hoarder, especially if theres candy- good luck trying to get more than a handful from him, hes not much of a sharer

tries to play everything off when someone offers to let you come lay down next to them for the night- likely ragatha

tells the most grotequse and horrifying stories before everyone else goes to sleep

"first person game mcs dont blink" is said as everyone is trying to unwind or something along those lines

kinger

has the softest and comfiest pillows and blankets, from his fort of course! likely sleeps in it rather than out and exposed on the floor with everyone else

makes it a little larger so you can crawl inside with him- its a lot calmer in here than anything thats happening out there

small talk, you both talk about your interests though due to kingers nature the conversation bounces around a lot

he doesnt participate in the games for the most part, especially if its after a high energy adventure... hes a little drained after the day- physically and mentally

sleeps with at least an arms length of space between the two of you unless you tell him youre comfortable with him being closer

dad snores

zooble

not very interested, probably stays in their room for most of the night if not the entire night

if theyre around when jax is telling scary stories they just roll their eyes... theyve heard worse

zooble being a horror/disturbing media fan headcanon my beloved, they probably try to one up him... though theyre not taking it very seriously. theyre not all that interested in winning, but jax is and hes going to get annoying

if they go out and interact with everyone else, theyll go to their room when theyre ready to sleep. they dont want to sleep on the floor in some sleeping bag.. offers to walk you to your room if the horror talk got to you

gangle

sits in her own corner doing her own thing, you can convince her to join in on the more tame games if you promise to stick with her

sticks around with you after that but like... lingering to the side, not really glued to your side because she doesnt want to invade your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable

very quiet if you offer to let her lay down next to her in the night

its a little less awkward if her comedy mask isnt broken but knowing how fragile it is, its unlikely

refuses to participate in any games like 2 truths 1 lie or truth or dare- she just knows jax is going to hang whatever she says over her head even if hes not the one asking her questions

#tadc x reader #tadc x you #tadc imagine #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus x you #the amazing digital circus imagine #digital circus x reader #digital circus x you #digital circus imagine #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[kymerawrites]

SIR SIMON RILEY EP.2 (Ghost x OC)

Summary of ep 2: shym goes secretly to a club and needs saving (also on wattpad)

I turned on the showerhead and started with my shower routine. I felt this kind of uneasiness in my whole body, was ghost right? no, it couldn't be.

I am a woman, an independent one, if I wanted to go out even while being shot in my arm I was going to go out, nothing could stop me.

I couldn't understand his worry. Why would he be so worried he's only my lieutenant. I cannot make this more as it is, he's my boss and it shouldn't grow something more than that.

After 10 minutes I was done, showering and putting on one of my favourite dresses. It was a beautiful black dress, yet I felt great and sexy in it. I knew I would get looks and that's what I was going for tonight, I will just go with the flow. Nothing else, as I left my barrack, I saw all my teammates looking at me.

Ghost stood in the back, his back leaning against the wall and his eyes firmly fixed on the floor. He was wearing a plain white shirt, jeans and a leather jacket.

The entire team was stunned by her entrance, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in her form. Their shock was palpable, and a small murmur of whispers and gasps filled the room.

Soap was the first to move, slowly shaking his head and letting out a low whistle. "Bloody hell, she looks gorgeous."

As I walked towards the rest of my team, I thought all the eyes were on me it felt amazing in the back I saw ghost, he looked very reserved, and then I saw Soap and Gaz cheering me on.

It seems everyone was happy with my suggestion for a night out it was needed in the team we were all very tense with the task we were asked to do and I had a feeling; that tonight I would get an answer if the artefacts were retrieved or not, maybe some more information about the other opponents and who they are.

Ghost's eyes widened as the rest of the team began to shower her with compliments, their voices carrying loudly across the room...but he wasn't listening. He was too busy watching her, watching the way she moved, the way her body looked in that dress. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to..but luckily his mask hid his expression.

After a moment, Soap approached him and clapped him on the shoulder, breaking the trance

"Damn, can you believe that?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear. "She looks like a bloody damn angel!"

After admiring her for a moment Soap seemed to return to his senses and he put an arm around her shoulder, a mischievous grin on his face. "Looking beautiful, love," he said with a smirk, looking over at the team with a proud expression.

I smiled at  soaps compliment "thank you Johnny, I appreciate that."

"Now then... shall we get going?" Ghost's voice cut through the chatter. He pushed himself off the wall, his eyes scanning over the group as he began heading towards the door. "Let's get a move on." he said firmly, gesturing for them to follow.

I knew their routine they would find a boring bar with nothing else than a pool table and some music. But I wanted to go to this club just a few blocks away, club soleil.

Once I saw that everyone was going in the bar I ran out of sight and when I knew no one could see me I walked towards club soleil.

I found a few girls right outside the club vaping and smoking, it seems they saw me looking and one of them walked towards me.

"What is such a pretty girl doing all alone here! Come join us, the more joy we have tonight!"

I smiled and thanked her for inviting me to their group. Another girl looked shocked at me

"I don't know who you are but your body is amazing!" She exclaimed

I almost started blushing and thanked her for the compliment "thank you, do you mind if I can have a sigaret?"

She smiled back "not a problem at all! What is ur name?"

I was thinking about a name fast, as they couldn't know who I was before questions arises here I did not know if my opponents where here "seraphina"

After that we made our way into the club and I started dancing

They had just stepped into the bar when Ghost suddenly stopped, his head tilting slightly as he scanned the room. Something felt off to him. He could sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked around, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what was missing.

Soap let out a low groan, clearly not impressed with the location. "Great." he muttered sarcastically. "The same old boring bar with an even more boring crowd."

Then finally it hit him, his eyes widening in realization. "Where is she?" he muttered under his breath, turning to the rest of the team.

The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of music and laughter echoing throughout the room. The dance music was loud and thumping, the bass booming through the floor and up through their bodies.  She lost herself to the music, her body moving in time with the rhythm, her hips swaying as she let the energy of the crowd wash over her.

And then a man started dancing on her, no name no face just enjoyment

" what is a pretty lady like you doing here?"

My hips swayed even more on his body and as I turned around I told in his ear "I am with a group of girls, I just wanted to dance for a little"

The soldier's hands grasped her hips tightly, his grip like iron as he pulled her closer to him, his breath hot against her neck as he pulled her closer. His mouth found her skin, his teeth nipping and biting as he whispered in her ear. "You look beautiful tonight...I couldn't help but notice you the moment you walked in."

And then she heard his voice, it sounded familiar. And then it hit her, it's the man who was a part of her teams enemy. I tried to keep my cool and started talking "and what are you doing here? Any special occasions being in town?"

The soldier's eyes flashed with recognition at her question, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He spun her around, his arm wrapping around her waist as he pulled her even closer. "No special occasion." he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Just enjoying the company of a gorgeous woman." He leaned closer to her, his mouth close to her ear. "And I must say, you are quite the sight for sore eyes."

"I see.. are you alone?" I looked into his eyes they looked dangerous, and I knew what was going to happen.

The soldier chuckled, a deep, sensuous sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I could ask you the same thing." he said, his voice low and husky. His hand slid up her back, his fingertips tracing small circles along her skin. "But I won't." he added, his thumb brushing against her chin. "Instead, I was hoping you'd allow me to buy you drink?" he offered, his eyes gleaming with desire

"I would love to.." at this moment I felt stupid for leaving my teammates. Will they even know where to find me? I need to get back to Simon and the rest of the team, I didn't know that this soldier was capable of.

I looked on my phone and saw a missed call from my lieutenant. I just sent a sun to let him decipher the message

The soldier's eyes flickered over her phone for a moment, his expression turning unreadable. "Expecting someone?" he inquired casually, his arm still wrapped around her waist, his touch possessive

"You know nameless guy, I think I should make my way back to my friends.. thank you for the drink though" I walked off into the crowd and luckily saw a girl I was with earlier until I felt a hand on my waist.

The soldier's grip tightened on her waist, and she found herself being effortlessly spun around to face him again. His expression was unreadable, but there was a cold edge to his voice as he spoke. "Leaving already? The night is still young, and I was just getting acquainted with you," he declared, a small, almost predatory smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Until I thought I saw the familiar cold and stern look of ghost behind him. I already drank a bit from the cocktail the mystery guy bought for me and already and instantly felt sleepy and ill. "You fucker put something in my drink.. I know who you are.."

The soldier's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. Without another word, he let go of her waist and stepped back. His hand reached for something hidden beneath his jacket, pulling out a sleek black handgun, the barrel gleaming in the dim light of the club. "You're smarter than you look." he drawled, the cold smile never leaving his face.

Until I heard my teammates from the back scream "Don't you dare shoot her!" All I heard was commotion while I felt everything spinning around me

The soldier's eyes flicked upwards at the noise coming from behind him, and he slowly turned his head to see the rest of the team closing in on him. "Looks like I got company." he drawled, his thumb cocking the pistol's chamber. "I guess this is where I leave the party." His eyes shifted back to her, his smile sharp as a razor blade. "I was hoping to get to know you better, but that will have to wait."

I felt anger within me, but I felt too heavy to do anything. What was the purpose of that man drugging me? With all my strength I grabbed is shoulder and asked "why did you drug me? Do you know who you are messing with?" He looked at me like he didn't care and put his pistol on my neck. The whole club was running away from the scene all scared of what would happen.

I looked scared and defeated, I didn't bring a knife or a gun to protect me as I thought It wouldn't be dangerous tonight

The soldier smirked and his grip on her tightened, the tip of the pistol digging painfully into her skin. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "But you're in over your head. The Shadows are not someone you want as an enemy, missy."

I closed my eyes like I would let fate do its thing until he fell to the ground and saw soap and ghost infront of me, all the other teammates fighting the other people who where here.

Ghost was a whirlwind of motion, his fists moving fast and furious as he struck out at the soldiers around him. He moved with deadly grace, incapacitating his opponents with a precision that was awe-inspiring to watch. Soap fought alongside him, his own fists a blur of fists and kicks. The chaos was almost unreal, bodies flying through the air and crashing to the ground with brutal force.

Until gaz picked me up "shym what happened to you?" I was developing a blue mark from the gun against my neck and I felt too weak to do anything. "Captivate them all.." I whispered to gaz, "leave me on the couch and make sure the shadow group will be taken into custody."

Gaz nodded, his expression serious. He carefully helped her over to the couch in the lounge area, where she could sit and regain her composure. "You stay here." he instructed her firmly. He turned and made his way back into the fray, helping his team capture the rest of the Shadows soldiers.

I sat on the couch what felt like hours until I heard the sound of a gun loading behind me. I didn't dare to look.

The sound of a gun being cocked sent a chill down my spine. I slowly turned around to see Ghost standing behind me, his weapon trained on me. I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes as he spoke. "What the hell do you think you were doing? I told you not to go out tonight, didn't I? Why can't you just listen for once?"

My eyes started tearing up, I haven't felt this vulnerable since the night that made me the woman I am today. And then I broke down in tears "just shoot me already." I said trying to catch air.

Ghost's expression softened slightly, and he lowered his weapon, taking a step closer to me. He reached out and gently touched my chin, tilting my head up so I had to look at him. "I'm not going to shoot you." he said, his voice softer than before. "I just... I don't want to see you get hurt."

I am not hurt Simon. I wanted to just go out! I started screaming in his face tears still running down my eyes I couldn't stop crying "can't you see I want to enjoy life? You know how I hate choosing to become a soldier for fucking god sake."

Ghost's eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst. He watched as my tears rolled down my cheeks, my body shaking with sobs. Without a word, he sat down beside me on the couch and gently wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. "I'm sorry." he muttered. "I just... I worry about you."

I calmed down little by little "why worry? Do you fancy me Simon Riley?"

He let out a small laugh, a soft chuckle that rumbled in his chest. He reached up to wipe away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "I've fancied yo-"

somehow couldn't hear what he said and saw all these dark dots form in my eyes, i felt like i was about to pass out. That man did something strong in my drink. And everything went black.

Ghost felt her body go limp in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder. His eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly shook her gently, trying to rouse her. "Hey, hey, wake up." he called out urgently. But it was no use, she was unconscious.

#simon riley x reader #ghost cod #cod mw2 #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley #call of duty

[eddiediazismyhusband]

So for this hc thing...how would they spend birthdays? All 3 of buck, eddie and Chris birthday?. I have it in my head that someday on bucks birthday Chris and eddie will make him breakfast in bed and Chris will give him this giant wrapped box that's really light, and inside that is another box and so on, until eventually buck finds an envelope with adoption papers. Yes I know I'm cheesy

okay anon first im gonna need you to write that fanfic and send it to me immediately because that is absolutely adorable… NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR CHEESY BUDDIE FLUFF I EAT IT UP ALL THE TIME

as for birthday headcanon, I have to think about those because for some reason i’ve never given much thought to birthdays specifically?? ive headcanoned so many other things about them but have never given this one much thought aside from what days their birthdays are lmao

so please bear with me as these are not super in depth but just little things i could see them doing ✨

- i think that for a long time (especially after maddie left) buck didn’t like celebrating his birthday, and even to an extent now he doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it, but early on in his friendship with eddie, chris asked when buck’s birthday was and got so excited to celebrate with buck that now that buck and edsie are married, they always do a big celebration with just the three of them; chris and eddie bringing him breakfast in bed, Chris still makes a homemade card for buck, even as a teenager, and when it falls on weekdays when chris has to go to school, buck and eddie spend the day curled up in bed cuddling and talking… eddie has also grown accustomed to taking buck to dinner for his birthday— nothing to fancy, but they enjoy having a date night just the two if them for the occasion. It’s the only reason buck no longer hates his birthday.

- Eddie’s birthday is the same level of big deal for buck and christopher, only Buck ramps up the birthday breakfast to the extreme. Everything else is pretty much the same as buck’s birthday, but for eddie.

- Buck slowly warmed up to the idea of doing something with the 118 for his birthday at Bobby and Athena’s after a few years of working there, and now it is a staple event each year.

- Buck goes all out trying to throw the biggest and best birthday parties for Chris, but as Chris gets older the more he wants a more laidback party with his closest friends rather than a big celebration like when he was younger. He misses the days if a huge party, but is still more than happy to follow Chris’s wishes every year.

- Eddie collects newspaper headlines from each of chris’s birthdays. It was something abuela started with eddie and his sisters, and while he was in the army, he asked if she would start doing the same for chris. Buck never noticed until more recently, and he began doing the same.

- For Buck’s first birthday after their wedding, Eddie gifts him with a small ring on a chain- telling him it was made from the bullet from the sniper— the st christopher emblem is engraved on top of the ring, and buck wears it around his neck

- Buck insists on giving eddie a kiss for every year he’s been alive on his birthday

- eddie proposed to buck on chris’s birthday after asking what chris wanted for his birthday and he said “i want buck to be my other dad”

- chris has a scrapbook that shannon started for him with every birthday card he’s ever gotten— he kept it up after she died, and eddie didn’t find out about it until chris asked if they could buy another scrapbook for him to continue

- Eddie and Chris visit Shannon’s grave every year on Chris’s birthday, Eddie giving him some alone time to talk to her; they also visit for her birthday every year, Chris insisting on leaving her favorite flowers

thank you for the ask, anon! and again I’m sorry it took me so long to reply to this one 😭😭💕💕

#911 abc #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #evan buckley #buddie 911 #buck and eddie #911 on abc #buddie headcanons #eddie diaz headcanon #evan buckley headcanons #christopher diaz #christopher diaz headcanons #buckley diaz family

[artoriarts]

abacelcus hcs because I’M ILL!!!

- previously stated in my “aba still wields human paracelsus” post but despite being smaller in just about all dimensions, aba is freakishly strong, paracelsus’ (near?)equal or, depending how jacked up on rage and homunculus adrenaline she is, superior when it comes to pure physical strength. he still puts up with it when she wants her big strong husband to help her with things she could clearly do alone

- aba, unlike elphelt, did not immediately claim paracelsus as her husband - might change my mind but I think the progression was aba finds flament and clearly gets attached to him but not quite the spousal connection yet, flament gives her the inch of using that desire for connection to get her to wield him and get him blood, and she, so desperate for the first attention she’s ever received, takes that a mile to the furthest “reasonable” extreme she’s aware of, marriage, the name change following alongside, and though initially he simply put up with it for the food, their eventual softening let it of course develop into something more.

- Also imagining that flament’s transformation into being keypilled was not entirely voluntary, and came as part of her turning him into her ideal husband; thinking that, while he does have ultimate control over what does and doesn’t go on with his body while fighting, his wielder has heavy sway over how he shifts, and getting made into a key is something that she had so much passion in that, if he were to push against it, though I don’t think he did, he would’ve had to actively fight for control of his own body

- being artificial beings, both aba and paracelsus’ human form lack bellybuttons due to no umbilical cord being involved in their growth process (im p sure aba has one on her model but shhhhhshhshhhhhhh).

- Paracelsus, being whatever the hell he is, doesn’t care that much for food - he *can* taste it, but that’s about as far as it goes for him. Aba, conversely, was used to eating mold and whatever she could scrounge and cultivate in Frasco, and when that’s your standard for 10 years, everything else becomes a delicacy, and she is now a total foodie.

- aba continuously grows new teeth, cycling out a full new set every ~1 1/2-2 years. This is fortunate because she chips and loses her teeth much more frequently than the average person and does not know what a dentist is.

- aba has described, in intricate (and explicit) detail, her wishes to have children with paracelsus when he gains a human form. Despite his honest faith in their growth together, he is absolutely fucking terrified of them trying to raise kids as they are, both the first time she mentions it, and the nth.

okay gütbye this is not the last time I will do this <33333

#guilty gear #ggst #aba ggst #aba guilty gear #paracelsus ggst #paracelsus guilty gear #abacelsus

[d1gnan]

#fight club got me thinking about how when i was younger me and my friends would play this stupid game #where u get like 8 or so people in a big circle and put your hands in the middle one on top of the other and whoever is on the bottom of th #stack winds up and smacks the top of the stack as hard as they can #if u remove your hand from the stack youre out #and the game goes until two people are duelling each other which usually ends out of like boredom cuz the games would go rlly long since #nobody wanted to chicken out #but wed do it for so long my hands would be like bloated and purple cuz ppl actually used like full strength to hit the stack #there was this really buff kid who would wind up and ppl would drop out from fear of his move alone and after he hit the stack #the whole circle would like tremble #ive seen ppl talk about playing bloody knuckles but ive never actually witnessed a game of that #idk im curious what kind of stupid shit like that yall did #cuz that was like a core memory for me #tumblr polls #my polls #fandom polls #polls #poll time #in the polaroids i just posted too theres a before pic of our hands but someone else has the after one

[marc--chilton]

still losing my mind at the way houses relationship with john would have fucked up the way he sees being an omega. just,,, teen house, young and confused, experiencing these absoloutely brutal heats. not understanding why they are so bad and hard when theyre supposed to be a time where an omega feels good. already feeling broken and wrong, and then having to face john's anger and disappointment over him being an omega

like i can only imagine how it would affect him in heat, a time where he would be less able to think coherently. and constantly remembering how traumatic and horrible his heats as a teen were, the memory making him feel bad and in turn making him feel physically worse. just like,,, a constant feedback loop of remembering and feeling bad -> feeling physically worse in turn -> reminding himself even more of his childhood and feeling worse

i feel like after having to deal with his first few heats without a strong family net to acclimate to the changes, once house is outta there and doing his own thing he tries to never deal with his heats alone. he marks his cycle religiously, makes deals with alphas in med school to help him through them, or even finds street suppressants if he's especially desperate.

man. you just know john has put him outside for some of his heats, too. nothing to nest with, no scent blocking patches, just left him in the yard like a sacrificial lamb. it goes without saying how dangerous that is.

hell, once he's employed i wouldn't be surprised if he stole something from the hospital to bring home in case a heat comes up that he can't deal with, something that'll knock him out for the worst of it.

#asks #certified-moth #house md #writing a fic that is basically just heat whump for a lot of it as i type this #house's heats are bad always it's just how it is for him #but once he has the infarction it's even worse #his leg becomes another focal point for pain to localize to and the scar is so severe that when he's in heat #it runs scary hot. like where the muscle is missing sits just a molten core of pure agony #fainting spells and delirium become new side effects as a result #it is a pathetic miserable sight and he WANTS to be alone so no one can see him like that #but dealing with them alone is torture so he just doesn't win. it fucks with his issues of self #something else to resent about his body #he and wilson develop a fairly solid unofficial........ thing early on in their friendship #it would have taken wilson more convincing had he not witnessed the effects himself and got his caretaker heart twanging #even when he's married. which doesn't necessarily mean he's cheating but uh. it doesn't help in his case #all of it compounds into a very big mess that does not help the success rates of his marriages #goes to show how much more time wilson spends with house than his wives when he's more synced with house than them #now THAT is an offense. THAT'S what can get feelings hurt #it makes him feel bad but he tries to reassure himself by comparing their heats to house's. they don't understand how bad it is #<- probably the cause of several arguments #wilson trying to get bonnie or julie to understand why he Needs to do this and bristling when they Just Don't Get It #“house didn't break up our marriage but he sure didn't help” etc #mgv

[capricornsicle]

"I'm going to tell you a story. Maybe it will sound familiar." Visionary x Insatiable x Status Asthmaticus x The Wolves of War

#this is really a show about coming of age in a vicious and unfamiliar world more than a show about werewolves #think about it. scott is sixteen and to him losing his first love is as incomprehensible and unfathomable as the supernatural. #and we're constantly reminded of how being sixteen and in love goes -- 'you're not in love you're sixteen and a child' etc. #these three characters make for such a good parallel to one another in how they werewolf + seeking guidance #especially + sudden change of worldview/stakes when confronted with sudden and unexpected loss and grieving #of course derek loses paige and becomes cold and jaded (see: literally becomes cold w/ blue eyes) #scott loses allison and commits harder to saving all of his friends even though one of them (or someone possessing him) killed her #liam is stopped from killing because of hayden's death #here are three werewolves who were sixteen and held their first love's dead body in their arms #and each of them took a different path. do you close yourself off? refuse to? do you change completely because of it? #and ofc it's teen wolf so everything always comes in threes #I have a lot of issues with the writing but the use of death (barring 6b) is not one of them. they really went hard on meaningful death. #also consider: lori holding brett's hand so he doesn't die alone and theo responding to tracy kissing him by killing her as she does #teen wolf writers went is anyone going to bastardize the original narrative to ponder new ideas about it and didn't wait for an answer #also women's deaths are always about love/for a man (thanks hollywood) but goddamn if they don't kill their women wisely #and the thing is they are all running. they're running from death and what does it get them? it gets them here. #derek wants to turn paige so she'll live forever. scott wants allison to live happily even with someone else. liam wants to save hayden. #none of them consider that cheating death will catch up to them until they run right into its arms #and all three die because of getting involved with the supernatural. all of them would presumably not have died otherwise. #coming of age into a world that takes and hurts and destroys and where you are now old enough for people around you to die. #this is not a show about werewolves. #teen wolf #twedit #teenwolfedit #my edit #derek hale #paige krasikeva #scott mccall #allison argent #liam dunbar

[wormgremlin]

I've gotten three unnecessary, unwanted, and ultimately useless hateful comments on my fic in the first 24 hours since posting it. So a quick refresher for people out there:

First, foremost, and most concerning: If someone is in critical condition, unless you have medical training and supplies, HOSPITAL HOSPITAL HOSPITAL. That includes both urgent and emergent triage statuses (in this case, severe blood loss and abdominal wounds going into the abdominal cavity -- intestinal rupture is no joke! Nor is uroabdomen!).

Second of all, I'm sorry if you and your friends have never talked about or looked at each others boobs/chest. Genuinely. On the other hand, me and my friends make fun of each other constantly in good fun and are comfortable enough around each other to talk about our bodies. Your sexually repressed puritanical views have no place in my comments and no place in an irl queer space. Between the two of us, I am not the "weirdo."

Third of all (and whoo boy is this a long one), just because I represent a ship a certain way does not mean I condone their actions in a real life setting. Ffs, I like Hannigram. That means I definitely recommend committing malpractice, non-con drugging, and tubing your crush like a horse. Not To mention cannibalism and framing people for your own serial murders. I'm writing things based on my own experiences and perspective as a queer poc who grew up and got out of a conservative home and state. I'm writing as someone who lives paycheck to paycheck. I write as someone who still fights an internal monologue of shame and repression, of not being good enough, of bitterness and self-loathing making for a critical lens of others. I write as someone who affectionately calls my friends buffoons. As someone who has only ever used terms like "babe" as a derogatory. And I know that isn't for everyone. And I know my experiences aren't universal. But they do shape how I write. And I'm not asking you to like it. I am, however, asking you to consider how your actions affect others and click that back arrow before you say something unnecessary and rude.

Gonna be honest: the slew of asshole comments I've gotten have been more annoying in a "ooh comment oh that's disappointing, look an asshole" way than truly upsetting to me. But I thrive on spite. Not everyone does. For some people, the shit being said would be incredibly hurtful; for me, I thought worse while writing it.

And this bit didn't make the list, but deserves honorable mention: Just because you don't like the way I write something doesn't mean I hate the ship. Yeah. I spent hours of my life writing this and editing it and posting it because I hate it. Sorry, but I'm a full time grad student with a life, a job, and shit to do. I don't have time for ship phishing. I've written more than one fic for this ship, each portraying them a different way. Clearly because I hate the ship?

All of this of course to say:

If you don't like it, write your own, hon.

#fanfic #one literally was just I clicked the link in the description that you said “based on” and didnt like it :( #worm writes #like bru u really think i posted for the first time in a year for u bitches? hell nah get tf out of my email #yall do understand right? every time u comment it goes to authors email? like i have a separate fandom email but still #i have a lot more to say on this subject #and i will say it if yall want #fanfic discourse #in that stfu with the discourse and leave me the fuck alone thx #did i say it was fluffy no i said it was crack #i got these right after someone said in discord how a nasty comment demoralized them and they are having a hard time writing now #tbh i both dont write often enough and dont care enough for them to have much of an effect #EXCEPT THE HE DID NOTHING WRONG. INCORRECT. HOSPITAL #god thats gonna haunt me #anyways. im a bristly abrasive creature. and i write characters as such by default #if u dont like it sux buddy read something else #if u wanted this story to be entirely different write ur own not my problem idc #the world is ur oyster -- wet and slimy? #winteriron fic