#he’s always sneaking Jr food

[shardkn1ght]

Dose Leo work at senor hueso pizza restaurant?

Yes he dose when he gets a little older! Hueso insists that Leo doesn’t need to work as they earn enough as is, but Leo says he needs to do his part. Leo absolutely thrives in he’s work, and I think Hueso feels proud that his son finds so much joy in it to.

#look at him go #he works so hard #he’s still a lil goofball #a goofball but now his the older brother #he’s always sneaking Jr food #Hueso is a proud papa #hueso raise leo au #rise fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rise hueso #rise leo #rottmnt leo #leonardo rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[imaginaryf1shots]

Take Care of You | Carlos Sainz Jr.

WC: 1.4K

Carlos x Race Strategist!reader

Summery (REQUESTED): when you’re stressed and working you seem to forget to eat, good thing your boyfriend is here to remind you.

Warning: none?

Masterlist

When you applied for the job as a race strategist at Ferrari you expected many things, travelling the world, getting to see races live each weekend, meeting new people, but the last thing you expected is to find love, and you found it in not just a colleague you found it in Carlos Sainz Jr.

Your relationship with the Ferrari driver isn’t a secret, the team and the fans know all about it, Carlos isn’t known for being subtle at all, he always has a hand on you one way or another, physical touch being one of his love languages. You've been together for a year now so you know each other quite well. you’ve been travelling together for each race, stay in the same hotel rooms and you’ve spent most of your time off together as well. for Carlos this is so different from all the relationships he had before where he only saw his girlfriends every now and then. safe to say you’ve seen how a stressed Carlos could be like and Carlos has seen how you are when you’re stressed.

Working as a strategist for any Formula one team is hard and stressful espically with RedBull dominance, Ferrari has been at the top once and they’re desperate to be there once more, they’re the longest team to ever be part of F1 so that also adds to the pressure on everyone as well. yourself included.

Sometimes there’s so much data to go through and analyse and you’re focused on work that you don't take breaks, and that’s why Carlos has taken to telling you to take a break and to remind you to eat. There have been a few times when he had to bring you some food, even with his busy schedule he’s always making sure that you’re eating, something that you love so much about him and appreciate him for.

*

”Did you eat, mi amor?” Carlos asked you as he came up behind you and kissed the top of your head, you’re sitting in front of the screen looking at the data and your mind is going 100 miles a minute as you;re taking in everything you’re seeing.

”Hmm.” You hum and look at the screen for a minute longer before turning to look at your boyfriend and it takes you a moment longer to realise what he said to you. “Uh.” You look at your watch and see that it’s way past lunch time.

“Come on amor, you have to take care of yourself, you can’t keep forgetting lunch.” Carlos says, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Sorry, I just get busy, I want to get the best strategy and there's so much new data after the new updates.” You say and give him a tired smile.

“I understand, but you have to keep your energy up to be at the top of your abilities , and you need food for that.” Calros scolds you softly and you nod in agreement.

“I know, but-.” You try to reason, turning to point at the screen but Carlos stops you with his hands.

”No buts, come on.” He gently pulls you away from your workstation and with his hands on your shoulders he steers you in the direction of the cafeteria, you and Carlos stand in line and you get your respective food trays, Carlos had placed a chips and somethings that are not included in his diet onto your plate and you knew that he did not just so you could come extra calories and get more energy but to sneak some of your plate for himself as well.

Sitting next to each other your backs to the rest of the cafeteria, you talk about what your day has been like so far, Carlos tells you about what he filmed for social media.

“Ah there you are love birds.” Charles says in greeting with a smile as he sits in front of you two, his own tray of food in front of him.

”Mate, the cafeteria is almost empty, why are you sitting with us?” There’s no malice behind Carlos’ words, he looks around and sees both their trainers and a few other people sitting around but they’re all a bit far from the couple.

”Carlos be nice.” You say to Carlos and give Charles a smile.

”There’s one reason I come and suffer through your lovey dove acts.” Charles says and pauses making you and your boyfriend give him all your attention with a baited breath and with his F1 driver reflexes he snatches some of the food Carlos had on your plate for himself. your mouth drops and Carlos laughs out loud, Charles only smiles innocently.

”I see how it is, you’re both using me to eat what you want without being found out.” You say narrow your eyes at the Ferrari drivers.

”Come on, amor, we love your company.” Carlos says and wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you flushed to his side leaving no gap between the two of you.

”Yeah, definitely here for your company.” Charles says sarcastically, you raise an eyebrow and Charles gulps the smile slips form his face.

”I think I just saw Andrea come in.” You say and turn your head still stuck to Carlos’s side.

”No, no, no, come one y/n don’t be like that, we’re friends, aren’t we?” Charles hurriedly says and gives you an innocent smile, Carlos laughs at how Charles changed in seconds under your threats.

”I don't know, are we?” You ask, acting like you’re thinking it through.

”Come on, we hang out, I like your company, you’re my teammates girlfriend and we work for the same team.” Charles says and you sigh, nodding to yourself.

”Okay, fine, I won’t tell Andrea.” You say and Charles sighs in relief.

”You’re such a menace mi amor.” Carlos says in your ear and you giggle.

”What can I say, it was all strategic.”

*

there are also times when you’re ‘off work’ but you find yourself in front of your laptop staring at the screen at Carlos’s house, in that particular day, Carlos went out with some of his friends and you opted to stay home to finish working so that you could spend the night with Carlos free from work obligations. Carlos is back six hours after he left only to find you in your spot, your glass is empty of water but nothing else has changed.

”Amor, please tell me you haven’t been sitting here since I left.” Carlos pleads with you once he walks in, he doesn’t even say hello or anything, just walks to the dinner table you made your station at, you look up guilty and Carlos sighs plopping down on the chair next to you. “You know I love taking care of you, but you have to set an alarm or something, you can’t keep forgetting to eat.”

”I know, I know, and I will, I’m almost done, I swear then no more working for a week.” You say knowing that he doesn’t believe you.

“You said that last time, how long do you have left?” He asks and you glance at your screen before looking back at him.

”About half an hour.” You say and he nods.

”Okay, I’ll shower and start on dinner, since someone hasn’t eaten anythig since breakfast.”

“I’ll come help once I’m done.” You say and lean in for Carlos to kiss you before he leaves to the bedroom.

true to his words after a shower and another quick kiss, Carlos is in the kitchen getting ingredients out to make your favourite food. you however don’t take 30 minutes more like 43 but close enough. Once you’re done you go to the kitchen and grin the moment you realise what Carlos is making.

”You’re the absolute best.” You say hugging his back, Carlos chuckles and turns around to hug you back.

”Anything for you amor.” he kisses your forehead and you lean into him enjoying the moment, the silence, being in each other’s presence alone, something that is a bit hard on race weekends and with the last 3 races being after each other this time off is much appreciated.

“I love you.” You whisper and look up at him with a smile, which he quickly matches leaning in he presses his lips to yours in a much slower kiss, conveying the love you have for each other.

”I love you too, even if you forget to eat half of the time.”

“Well, good thing I have you then.” You say and lean up to kiss him one last time before you pull away. “What do you need help with?”

You and Carlos cook dinner together and eat it in front of the TV with a glass of wine enjoying the chill night you're having, knowing that in a week’s time you’ll be back in the paddock and he’d be bringing you food or taking you to eat because you forgot again.

#carlos one shot #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz one shot #carlos imagine #carlos sainz imagine #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 scenario #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #carlos sainz fic #requested

[romancefranaticstay]

.ೃ࿐How we met*ೃ༄

Husband!Han x wife!fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤,angst ☁︎ (technically their is some smut, maybe a tiny tiny bit, you won't even notice!)

Warnings: ♡ None ♡ (a tiny tiny tiny bit smut, but you won't notice)

You were happily married to your highschool sweetheart, Han Jisung. You had three beautifull children. Two boys and one girl, the boys were named Han Jr. and Sungie. The girl was named Scarlett-Soo, (you named her).

The two boys were already teenagers and the girl had just turned nine. One day you were in the kitchen, cooking some food. Your daughter came up to you and asked:

'엄마 (mama), how did you and 다다이즘 (dada) meet?'

You smiled , those precious moments, your teenage years were filled with Hannie, your precious husband, your entire world.

'I met your 다다이즘 (dada) a long time ago...'

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How you met is a very beautiful story. It was a beautiful day... in the 90s... a beautiful school day. This day, April 10, 1994, would change everything for you. Exactly 30 years ago you met the love of your life...

You were 14 at the time in 1994. You were a troublemaker, a real teenager.

You were in class, of course you were sitting very far away from your best friend. You could never be quiet and always burst into fits of laughter.

'Good morning students. Everyone, pick up your books on page 224. Today we're going to delve deeper into the literature of William Shakespeare.'

Here we go again, you thought. Suddenly the classroom door opened and you saw a boy standing there. Your eyes were immediately glued to him.

"I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a new student here for you."

He gave some documents to your teacher, he read them thoroughly.

“Han Jisung… welcome to this school. You can take a seat in the front row next to…”

his gaze suddenly turned cold “…I/N Y/N.”

he pointed in your direction. Of course you knew that your teacher never liked you, ever since day one, but that didn't bother you. You liked some challenges.

The boy named Han looked in your direction. His face radiated a kind of friendliness.

“Howdy neighbor, my name is Y/N.”

"Hey, my name is Han, Han Jisung."

'Cool.'

Such an innocent introduction grew into something much bigger, and you didn't even realize it at the time.

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The two of you were running from a teacher. Why actually? Han was a real joker and troublemaker just like you. You placed small needles on your teacher's chair, I don't have to explain the rest.

You were laughing as you ran. Everyone could hear an ego from your laughter. Of course you were the only ones who were so loud.

'Anyway.'

"Maybe we should use super glue..."

'Or duck tape...'

'Or rope...'

'We are brilliant.'

"That's because there are two of us."

'Better a duo than uno.'

“Wise words from Han Jisung.”

'Fantastic.'

you gave each other a high-five.

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“Hello Miss I/N.”

Han said to your mother.

'Ahh, hello Han. How's school? Didn't you play too many tricks?'

"No, not too much."

She laughed.

"You two sneaks go upstairs."

'Thank you, Madam.'

Your mother thought you were hilarious, of course if it went too far, she would stop it. But you were raised very well, with the idea of ​​still showing respect.

The two of you went to your room. You had a boombox in your room with all kinds of CDs. Han turned on some music and you started dancing and singing together. You held hands and started spinning each other around.

Your parents heard you from downstairs.

"These two scoundrels." your mother laughed.

'Just like us.' your father added with a kiss.

Your father and mother loved each other dearly.

"Those two are going to end up together."

'Do you think?'

'I don't think, I know.'

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1997

'Hannie!'

you shouted whenever you saw him. You ran to him and brought him in for a cuddle.

'How are you doing?'

"You act like we haven't seen each other for years."

'Alright sir. Did anything special happen?'

His face lit up.

"Yes, I dared to ask a girl out!"

You were super happy for him.

'Real?! Finally, what's her name?'

“Her name is Jennie, she's in my English class. She has beautiful black hair and she's just so... I don't know how to explain it.'

'Aww, Hannie. Do you know what to do? Introduce her to our friend group!'

'Is that a good idea?'

'Sure!

' You were happy for him...

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After school, Han took Jennie to the skate park, where your group of friends always sat. She was very friendly and happy.

Your group of friends consisted of Lee Know, you, Han, Hanni and Jin. Everyone liked her except Hanni... because she was actually trying to set you up with Han.

You were all chatting with each other when suddenly Han gave Jennie a little kiss.

Something inside you broke. You thought maybe it was normal because you were a single pringle and always have been. Maybe it's just weird to see that.

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You tried to convince yourself for a month that this wasn't a crush. No, that's just not possible, this was Han. Han your best friend. Ordinary Han.

After a while you started dreaming about him too. Sometimes tears would well up in your eyes when you talked to Jennie. It wasn't until a week later that you realized... you were in love with him....

Of course the first person you told was Hanni, your best friend. It was immediate drama.

“Are you serious Y/N?! I've been trying to set you up for years, and only now have I stopped doing so.'

"How could I know that?"

"Because you know your feelings, right?" '

Yes I think..'

"Look, Han has a girlfriend now." "

Yes, I know, but every time I see them..."

tears came to your eyes.

"...I-I don't know why...but..."

Hanni hugged you.

'Shh, I get it, I get it, you compris je comprends. Look, if it's true love, fate will do you good.'

'Do you think?'

'I don't just think so, I definitely am'

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2000

You were now 19. And still Han didn't break up with his girlfriend, Jennie. You weren't angry about that, of course, but it was painful to see them kissing or hugging each other.

Of course if Han was happy, you were happy too, you always wished him happiness.

One day you thought, I'm nineteen, maybe I should try to get to know someone? Maybe that will help me? Maybe... You and Han drifted a little further apart, but not too far.

One day you met someone, his name was Changbin, you wanted to introduce him to the rest... You went to the skate park with him, after all these years it was still your meeting place.

'Hello everyone, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Changbin.”

Han looked up at him and you. At first he thought it was strange that you hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't always the case.

Changbin's arm surrounded you, which bothered Han a bit, but he had a girlfriend, so... Everyone thought Changbin was fantastic. They thought he was hilarious and his laughter was contagious.

When he started laughing, everyone around him automatically laughed too, except Han...

Han didn't know what was wrong with him. Something stuck in his heart. He just couldn't bear it.

Eventually he also started to neglect his girlfriend a bit. They eventually broke up.

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2002

After two years, you and Changbin broke up. It wasn't a bad break up. You still remained friends. It was a bit difficult at first, but after two months you were back on your own two feet. You were at university at that time, so your studies were more important.

You and Han still hadn't shared your feelings with each other, even though everyone in your group of friends knew what was going on between you. It was just too hard. You were both too scared to lose your friendship. Of course you guys went on innocent dates sometimes, if you know what I mean.

In 2002 you also started your own career. You had a great passion for music, so you started your own band. It was called Xoxo. That band put you in the spotlight. It was a very popular band in the 2000s.

Your concept changed fashion. You were in that band with four other girls. Collette, Coraline, Violette and Diasy. You always just called them: Coll, Cori, Vicky and Dia. Han also came into the spotlight through his boy group Straykids. It was a strange year, 2002.

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2006

When you were 25, the girlgroup Xoxo disbanded. The girls still had fame, everyone went their own path. You went off to the path of acting.

You and Han had finally shared your feelings towards each other. After so many years, you finally dared to take each other's hands and start a new chapter in your lives. Of course you didn't get married right away. Even though you loved each other for 9 years.

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2009

You and Han got married in 2009. It was a beautiful wedding, very traditional. The wedding party was attended by his boy group Straykids, of course the former members of Xoxo and not forgetting your group of friends from your teenage years.

Your parents told all kinds of stories about the two of you, back when you were teenagers. The wedding night was the best night of your life. It was full of love and passion, the love and passion you shared for each other.

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2010

2010 was the birth of your first child, Han Jr. Han didn't leave your side during the birth. He held your hand the whole time.

You were proud of yourselves for being able to create something so wonderful. Such a beautiful little baby. Han thought it was so wonderful that tears rolled down his cheeks.

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2011

Your second baby boy was born, Sungie. The birth took 20 hours, not the birth itself, but to get to 10 centimeters. It was a hard time that day, but you did it. You could say Sungie was a very special baby boy, he had the perfect weight and perfect measurements, but every baby is special in his own way.

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2015

You and Han focused for a while on your careers and on your two baby boys. But one day, you accidently got pregnant. Not really 'accidently', but the pregnancy wasn't planned. When you two found out it was a girl, you were pretty excited. A little baby girl, Han's little princess.

The moment Han saw her, he couldn't get away from her. She was daddy's little princess, she still is and forever will be.

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2015-2024

Through the years you won many oscars and Han many grammy's. Straykids did eventually disband, but they were still very close. People always asked how you two always stayed this young. You could say that your kids kept you youthy, but you two always were very childish. Han didn't even change a bit, you didn't either. You love grew foreachother everyday. You two still acted a bit like horny teenagers when you two were home alone.

Han Jr. was alreaddy populair at school, you couldn't say you were suprised. He had the looks and the character from his dad, no wonder the girls twirl around him.

Sungie was a more shy-type, but that doesn't mean people liked him less. He had a very unique personality and he was a mix between you and Han. He had your eyes, Han's nose, your lips, Han's faceshape.

Scarlett-Soo was maybe daddy's girl, but she was the mini-verse of you. She was alreaddy a mischief at a young age, but you controlled it well.

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'And thats how we met Soo-Soo.'

'Wow, thats a longgg story 엄마.'

'Yeah thats love sweetty.'

'What are mine two favorite lady's talking about?' Han came inside of the kitchen.

' 엄마 told me how you two met, 다다이즘' (Mama,........ dada.)

Han came standing next to you, with his arm around your waist.

'Is that so?'

'예!' (Yes)

'Why won't you go play with your 형제, 좋아요?' (....,brothers, okay?)

'알았어, bye 엄마 아빠' (Okay,... mama and dada.)

Scarlett ran outside and started to look for her brothers.

'I hope you only told them the good stuff.' he smirked.

'With you theirs only the good stuff.' you grinned.

He brought your two lips together and kissed you softly. He bit playfully your underlip.

'Not when the kids are around,아기.' (..... darling.)

'When do their uncels come over?' he asked

'In a hour.'

'Hmmm, i will try to wait for a hour.'

'Hmm you better do baby.'

You heard your kids footsteps so you two started to talk about an other theme.

'The weather is great today, don't you think?' he said

'Oh yeah the weather, yeah its beautifull, don't you think?'

'Yeah, its beautifull.'

''알았어, Soo is annoying me again!' Sungie screamed.

'사실이 아니다!' (Not true!')

You picked her up and started rocking her.

'당신의 삼촌 , they come in less than a hour.' (Your uncels,....)

'Yay!' she moved excited.

You loved your family, you couldn't imagine your life without them. Everything was perfect, even tho sometime's there were arguments. But a marriage with no arguments, is no marriage.

'I will dress this little hamster up.'

'Okay baby.' he kissed your cheek.

'Ewww.' Han Jr. mummered.

'Love is love.' Han sang.

Love is indeed love.

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[sin-sidejob]

Inside Job — New Years

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, 18+, mentions of sex, allusions to sex, heavy petting, makeout, mentions of alcohol and food, limited consumption of alcohol and or food, genderless reader, gender-neutral pronouns and pet names, mentions of family.

contents: pretty mild considering my other work but tagged adult for safety. cute kissing and making out with your faves, their new or old holiday traditions, mentions of food and drinks and holiday fun. Happy New Year drama free and fillied with fun. Hope y'all enjoy!

a/n: Happy New Years!! From me and the shadow board to you all!! 💖

Brett Hand

the two of you manage to tuck into the corner of the bar you were celebrating in, Brett wanting to join in on the tradition you had with your friends of celebrating out on the town for New Year's and having fun with the family you've found and enjoying the moments and the hijinks that nearly always tend to ensue.

Brett, for some reason, keeps thinking that your friends don't like him when they've threatened you with either stealing him away should you ever hurt him or break his heart or just outright trading you out for Brett. You can't say you're upset, you'd say the same thing. You love this man.

"Thank you for letting me come along!" He exclaims over the music and the noise, bringing you a refill from the bar of the drink you had, making sure to take your drinks and cover them whenever you stepped away or had to use the restroom, taking a sip to assure you they were safe even though you trusted him with your life and told him so, constantly, "I'm having a lot of fun, your friends are kinda' great."

"Funny, they're saying the same about you honey," you murmur in his ear, taking the opportunity to talk low and drape yourself across him like velvet in the cadence of the atmosphere, "telling me everything I already know about, like how wonderful you are, how charming and sweet you can be. How handsome and smart you are," you carry on, littering kisses on the underside of his jaw, uncaring for anyone who manages to see.

"My Brett."

"Your Brett?" he laughs, hesitant and a little nervous, surprised at how affected he is by that statement on your lips. He feels you nod against him as you drape the hand holding your drink over his shoulder while you press your forehead against his neck. "Mhm, they keep threatin' to replace me with you should I treat you wrong."

"Really?"

You nod in response against him, not noting the awe and surprise in his tone and how taken aback he is, always forgetting how your boy is so easily swayed by himself into thinking he's lesser when in reality, he's everything and more. The countdown begins, and quickly you're joined by your friends all gathering around to yell along with the ball drop and for the new year to begin, meanwhile you can't be bothered and have been unable to look away from Brett since the moment you laid eyes on him this morning in bed.

"Absolutely. Wanna' show off and be my kiss at midnight?" and Brett nods enthusiastically in response, taking the drink from your hand and downing it on one, very frat-like, go and bringing you back close to tell you how much he loves you between the both of you. He kisses you into the New Year and manages to do it for the rest of them, and they always feel just the same. Otherworldly.

JR Scheimpough

you celebrate New Year's at a party the two of you were invited to, dressing to the nine's and going out to dinner beforehand at some restaurant that was probably already booked out for weeks, if not months, and yet getting let in with ease from barely any effort from JR. Show off. After dinner, the two of you take a ride and head up to the party from the invitation, a top-floor party at some politician or CEO's place, a big band in full swing with an open bar. It's a black-tie event and you're glad you planned accordingly because you still both look more expensive than the rest do altogether. The two of you manage to sneak a few messy kisses in the elevator before you arrived on the floor, being able to fix his hair after nearly ruining it just before the doors open. If it's noticeable that he's flushed and his lips are puffy, no one comments on it.

after the usual schmoozing and small talk, the both of you sneak away to a balcony overlooking the D.C. spread, wind merciful and not being as cold as it could be in the night. JR comes back after refilling your drink to find you draped over the balcony and admiring the view before he joins you, commenting something coy in your ear and getting you to giggle before he hands you your drink and you both cheer, something murmured about great company and another year down, another to go as you clink your glasses together and drink in celebration.

After sipping away at the sparkling drink within the crystal flutes, he sets them both aside so he can take you in his arms and hold onto you while swaying to the music playing from indoors, Life Is but a Dream by The Harptones crooning low as you get swept up into JR's strong, steady arms and get spun out then brought back to his chest, your arms sidling around his neck as you play with the short hairs at the nape.

The song slows to something more melodious and lilting, Chopin if you had to guess, and listen to the countdown begin. He keeps you calm and grounded as the cheering picks up in volume, a large hand encompassing your hip locking you in the moment and not letting you get swept up away in the current of it all.

You get to soak up the moment with him, feel strong arms wrap around your waist as he makes you forget everyone else around you both, the countdown from the next room, and the fireworks nearly a city away firing off in the distance. All you can feel is him and his touch, the brush of his nose against your pulse as he hums the notes of songs that play softly against your skin, inhaling your perfumed scent as you sway chest to chest, wholly enveloped with each other rather than anyone else. You start the new year off right, with each other, and it's better than any other year you've had already.

Your gloved hand grasps his chin and lifts his head up to hover near yours, watching his eyes blink open and lid half-shut, peering down at you with a concoction of adoration and lust pooling in dark eyes. Counting down, you murmur the digits in the space between you both, telling him happy new year just before you kiss him and the new year begins, the old one still close by as you let him make you forget about it all.

He’s your New Year's kiss and every resolution you could make.

Alpha Beta Robotus

It's his first New Year beyond being locked up in the basement or left in tube-based solitary confinement. With that in mind and you making sure you take him home with you, not letting anyone have the mere idea of stopping you and your plan for the midnight countdown, you've set yourself on a mission to start the new year with him. And you intend on making it a good one.

"You've got mistletoe?" Alpha Beta stares quizzically up at the plant you've managed to hang high on your ceiling above the doorway to your kitchen between the hallway where you both now stand, "Isn't that a little excessive?"

"Only if you suddenly have lost interest and are letting me know that I've now got to find someone else to supply my kisses up to the New Year." You shoot back, looking up at him with a shit-eating grin he is tempted to kiss off, now that you've mentioned it, standing in your fuzzy socks upon the hardwood waiting for the sitcom-loving robotic bastard to just kiss you already.

While you're contemplating on whether to tug him in by the lapels or by his hair, Alpha Beta leans down and cups your cheek before kissing you tenderly, softly, with all the grace and poise of a noir heartthrob in one of those films you see off the classic movie channel. "No, I don't think I've lost any interest."

"That's sweet and all, but I'm afraid you'll just have to remind me, thoroughly." you murmur, eyes darting between his and then back down to his mouth, returning to glance up into glacier eyes just before he tugs you closer with a strong arm around your waist as he presses his lips to yours once more. He's picked up humming as he kisses you, another trait he's mirrored and adopted over time, and it feels better knowing that Alpha Beta's kissed you so many times he can't help but mirror it back to you.

By the time the countdown nears, he's got you spread and sidled on his lap, thighs encasing his as his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your pants and over your underwear, teasing you in strokes that match the tempo of the countdown and leave you keening against him impatiently. He tuts and chides at the show you're putting on and just as the countdown ends and the new year begins, you tug him into a kiss by his hair and he groans low, jaw clicking mechanically as his eyes glow a fraction before shutting.

Alpha Beta's hand finally begins to play with you properly and by the time you breach for air, you're dazed and beaming, already looking fucked out as you keep him close by his half-undone tie and grin.

"Happy New Year, AB, now fuck me until I forget it."

Gigi Thompson

She doesn't get a lot of solid downtime to spend with friends or family, so when she gets to enjoy herself and hang out with her loved ones, she goes all out. Gigi spent the holidays at home with you but convinced you to join along with her trip down to Georgia to see her family for New Year's, claiming that you're family to her the same as they are.

After a flight that took no time at all, spending it eating snacks and watching comedy specials, you manage to get to her parent's house in no time. The visit isn't as daunting as it could be, you having made the basic introductions and impressions at her family reunion last summer, already knowing her parents well enough to help out with cooking or setting up rather than just being left to stand around as a guest. You get the family treatment and damn if it doesn't make you a little teary-eyed.

"And you didn't think that they liked you," Gigi comments after prep is all set up and done, the two of you out on the back porch drinking tea and enjoying weather that's at least slightly warmer than D.C. "I can't help it, I'm always going to try and make a good impression, no matter how long I'll know them for."

Gigi laughs and gives you a pitying pat on the knee which you playfully swat away before she sips at her iced tea. "Can't be that bad, and besides, it's New Year's Day that's the eventful time. Eve just means drinking and talkin' shit before the rest pile on in tomorrow. That's when the real shit starts."

"Noted," you murmur into your glass before seeing the soft light of the house behind you both reflect on her face and how the night air makes her just glow. Her parents mention the countdown starting from inside but leave you both to your own devices. You take her hand in yours and squeeze gently, her matching it and then counting down between grasps of each other's palms as the countdown gets closer and closer to midnight.

Setting your drinks aside, you brush her hair back behind her ear and cup her cheek, careful not to muss her makeup if you can help it. "Love you, Gigi," you murmur, enjoying how her eyes don't hide the emotion in them, seeing her reciprocate in look before words. "Love you too, baby," she shoots back, lips in a blushy grin. You hear the final numbers said aloud and hear her parents celebrate from inside, maybe even a bottle popping, but you only focus on the woman before you as you pull her close and kiss her over and over again, starting a New Year tradition you'd like to continue to the rest of y'all's days. You do.

Reagan Ridley

With everything going on in her life, the last thing she needed was some unnecessary party that she'd have to get all dressed up for, fake some smiles, and give some unwilling hugs, all the while wanting to be curled up at home with you. And that's what she proposes and does. You have a lazy day, not even bothering to change out of pajamas until necessary, and even then you both change into clean sweats and old sweatshirts or tees. It's much needed, a lazy holiday, especially just being able to talk about everything and nothing while being sprawled across the couch or your bed and enjoying one another.

She's got movies selected and queued for the whole day, a mix of your collected favorites and some new ones the two of you had been meaning to watch but hadn't had the time to until today. Snack breaks come regularly, absolutely enjoying yourself while gorging down chips and popcorn and your favorite snacks while you've got Reagan's legs in your lap and toss bits of candy or popcorn into her mouth.

Her New Year's were always filled with family drama or facades, but this year, for the first time in a long time, she gets to enjoy it fully and not fake her smiles into something unreal. No, you earn and deserve every single crooked one thrown your way from her and you cherish each one received more than the last. There are naps and intermissions and moments where neither of you say a word for the entirety of the movie, only knowing each other are awake from slight movements or each other's hands grazing across each other's body. Other times the two of you are laughing so hard you're crying, over literally nothing at all and struggling for breath. The type of wheezing, hysteric, can-barely-hold-it-together laughter. It's a good sight on her.

The two of you are nearing the end of another movie when Reagan glances at the clock and sees that midnight is approaching fast. She scrambles up and into her kitchen, yelling from the other room that there's no need to pause the movie - which you do anyways - and hear her shuffle about and pull something from the fridge and pop a cork. She pours glasses and brings in two flutes of something bubbly and bright, either champagne or sparkling cider, and whatever graces your tongue has you grinning at her in your tattered sweater and fuzzy pants with the snoopy print.

Taking in the moment, you pull up onto the screen the ball drop and curl up against one another, infectious grins on both of your faces as you watch the countdown and share the experience. It's memorable and you'll never let go of the feeling you have when you're right beside her, hand in hers. It's electric.

Reagan kisses at your knuckle from your conjoined hands as her eyes are glued to the screen, counting along with the hosts for the ball drop meanwhile you're too enamored with her to look anywhere else, knowing you are exactly where you want to be now and want to be next New Years, and hopefully many more after that. She turns and spots your soft smile and blushes before the two of you knock your foreheads together, counting down the final 3, 2, 1, and kiss, languid and lazy and soft before breaching. You clink your glasses together, cozy back up against one another on the couch, and return to your movie. Pressing your lips to her temple, you wish her a happy new year, and as Reagan returns the favor against your collarbone, she wishes you the same.

Andre Lee

"I've never had a New Year's like this before!" You exclaim over the music, moving along with him beside you and letting him twirl you around and bring you back only to crash into him, stabilizing and getting lost in the high of the moment, and other things, as you stare at him beneath bright, glowing lights than drench Andre in rainbow hues.

"Well here's your first of many!" he shoots back, grin infectious as he giggles and squeezes at your side, stepping to the side to bring you closer to the music and standing behind you so you get the better view and he can look over your shoulder and head. "Enjoying yourself?" he says over the EDM that's blasting on the giant speakers up front, nearly as large as bikes if not cars. You nod enthusiastically, bopping along to the beat.

You take Andre's hands in yours, beaded bracelets and kandi clattering on each other's arms and wrists as you move along to the beat and feel yourself warm up even in the cold of December-turning-January, the heat of bodies warming the air up just enough to be perfect for the moment.

"That's good! Need another hit?" you shake your head no, thanking him anyway and he taps at your waist, signaling that he's going to unzip the bag at your hip, pulling out his THC pen that you decorated the other day with paint and little sticker-diamonds, making it look like Lisa Frank threw up on it.

Andre takes a hit, offers it once more to be sure you don't want any, they zips it back into your side bag before pecking the corner of your mouth affectionately, blowing the smoke away from you after holding it in for a moment. "Told you the bag was a good idea, can never hold anything in these tiny pockets." you murmur against his mouth, tasting faint flavor from the vape alongside the unwavering smell of weed, giggling against his lips.

Before he can respond, the DJ queues the countdown, and Andre jumps up and down excitedly beside you, eyes bright and glossy. "Oh I never asked," and before you can question, he kneels before you on the floor, taking your hand, and you know he's joking around but the sight still sends your heart into a frenzy, "sugar, do me the honor of being my midnight kiss?"

You laugh, pointedly mentioning that the countdown is going on as you both speak and he shakes his head, refusing to get up until you give him a formal answer. "Yes, Andre, I'll be your midnight kiss. Always." With a happy shout, he hops up to his feet and falters a moment before cupping both sides of your face between his palms and kissing you with enthusiasm, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue as confetti rains down and the music plays, starting your New Year off just right.

Glenn Dolphman

He usually would spend New Year's eve with his daughter but she's with her mother this year. You decide to cheer him up and spend the holiday with him, appearing on his doorstep thirty minutes after ending a phone call with him after getting his update, bringing groceries from your home to his to make him food and make some new traditions you hope to share with him beyond just this year.

Glenn keeps telling you that you don't have to go to all the trouble for just him, and you continue to shrug it off in efforts to cook and care for him, shutting him up with doting, affectionate kisses in the meantime. You eventually give up and have him just sit at the kitchen counter watching as you move about, letting him help occasionally and tie the bow on the end of the apron, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks as you flush at his comment of how you look so cute in it.

"Goddamnit, just," you sigh, palms braced on the counter before you look up from the granite to him as he grins, pleased with himself, "just sit back and stop being sweet, you're killing me here." Trying to turn around, you go back to a mixing bowl of cookies and aim to reach some measuring spoons for the baking powder before you get swept up and placed atop the counter and closed in, Glenn's blunt nose knocking against yours.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" you chide, a hand on your thigh laying stagnant while the other immediately reaches for him, sprawled across his broad, solid shoulder as you feel his arms cage you in, safe and warm and secure with him surrounding you. "Testing my luck in the hopes of practicing my kiss for midnight."

You hum, brow raised as you peer up at him, looking from beneath lashes that blink doe-like. "Oh? Just like that?" Glenn nods and your hand smooths back to the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging teasingly and pushing your own luck in the same way he is, knowing that mixing bowl's gonna' be abandoned until way later in the day, if not until late this evening.

"Alright, sarge, go on ahead, make me feel real lucky," you murmur, cupping his jaw and snaking your fingers in his hair to tug him close just so he can pull you against him and kiss you breathless, nipping at your lip tenderly in the way you taught him as not to break it, letting your legs attempt to lock around his waist. They can't even touch let alone cross at the ankle. It's safe to say those cookies don't get made until way past the countdown, and Glenn's counting off times you gush around him rather than seconds until the New Year. He likes celebrating this way far better.

Myc Celium

he doesn’t really give a shit about the New Year, mainly uses it as an excuse to get fucked up and party, but lets you have your fun, staying around at home and allowing you to press kisses across his orb and under cap gills until he’s flushed and the hues start flickering as you make him forget about the New Year while getting fresh with you.

You dress up a little and manage to get a party hat onto Myc, not without some expletives thrown your way tethered together with demeaning pet names, flagella still around your waist as you lean up on tip-toes to secure it around his cap and make sure it's not tight. He helps you stand and lifts you in order to get you higher, all the while he's calling you and your entire bloodline waste of space bastards

The two of you go about the day pretty normally, cooped up at home since there's no work party this year nor any enticing ones thrown by friends or family. The two of you just lounge about or get small tasks done around the house, display parallel play, and just do other things apart from one another while being nearby. Conversations flow occasionally and other times you can hear him on call with Andre while playing a game as you reorganize something or finally settle down to stitch those patches onto your jacket.

By the time it nears eleven, the two of you settle down for a movie, curl up with one another, greasy takeout or fast food, and watch a movie, something kitschy but classic like When Harry Met Sally. Myc constantly chimes in about how the dynamic is pretty similar to you, but he thinks he's Harry with the charm and wit when he's high maintenance enough to be Sally. You humor him and litter sticky, glitter-gloss kisses to his orb or the underside of his cap across downy-soft gills.

You had set a reminder for when it would near five minutes away from midnight just so you could give Myc a classic new year's kiss with the countdown. Timing the movie out perfectly, in a scene of fated clandestine brilliance, the final scene comes on the moment you start counting down until midnight in your head, voicing along the lines that are too sweet to ignore from Billy Crystal.

"- when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

"Aren't you a sap?" Myc comments just as you grasp at the edge of his cap and cup the underside of his orb tenderly, leaning him down to meet you halfway as you countdown and finally reach one, murmuring happy new year against him as your lips brush his surface.

"Happy New Year, Myc." you breathe, leaning back flushed a minute later after he got handsy, feeling him nudge against you and crowd you against the corner of the couch cushions. "Happy New Year, sweets."

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[darkesttimelinestuff]

"If you don't stop now- "

Day 12 Fictober 

Prompt #14 - "If you don't stop now —"

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Dinner at Maggie’s was always a treat for Mulder. He saw how traditional families ate together, joked together, discussed current events that didn’t involve world and life-threatening conspiracies. It was just a normal day at a normal house with a normal family. 

Even Bill Jr.’s jobs about the X-Files couldn’t stop the feeling of home and belonging that washed over Mulder. 

“When are you coming out to visit San Diego, Day?” Bill asked. 

Scully looked from her brother to Mulder, and couldn’t imagine the two of them together for more than a couple of hours  “I’m not sure,” Scully replied, rubbing Mulder’s thigh. “Work has been busy lately.”

“Oh,” Bill waved a hand, “work will always be busy. You have to take time out for yourself.”

“He’s right,” Maggie agreed, swirling the wine in her glass. “It’s important to enjoy your time together.

Mulder nudged Scully with his leg. “Could be good for us to get away. A week in California. I’ve never really seen your old stomping grounds, Scully. You’ve seen all of mine.”

She rubbed his knee, imagining the two of them at the beach, staying up late and indulging in one too many drinks. Her hand drifted higher up his thigh and Mulder choked on his wine.

“You know,” Bill said, “they just opened this great new restaurant in the Gaslamp Quarter.”

Mulder dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. Scully’s fingers teased the bulge in his pants.

“Oh, the tapas place?” Maggie asked and Bill nodded. “Oh, I just love tapas. Have you ever had them, Fox?”

Scully’s palm pressed into the crotch of his jeans. Mulder cleared his throat, attempting to sound calm. “I love tapas, Mrs. Scully.” He felt sweat beading his forehead. “They’re great. I don’t think Scully here has ever had them.”

“Oh, you have to try them, Dana!” Tara exclaimed. “Even Matthew likes them and he’s very picky. I’m sure there’s a great restaurant here in D.C.!” 

Scully’s fingers squeezed around Mulder’s growing cock.

“We’ll uh… we’ll look into it.” Mulder’s voice was strained. 

“Fox, are you feeling okay?” Mrs. Scully asked, concerned. 

“Yeah, Mulder,” Scully chimed in, rubbing the head of his now very erect penis. “You’re looking a little sweaty.”

“Oh, dear. I hope it wasn’t the food,” Mrs. Scully added.

“No, it wasn’t,” Mulder reassured. “I’m fine.”

Scully stroked him over the rough fabric of his pants from root to tip and his hips involuntarily flexed into her warm hand. 

When Maggie asked what Matty likes to eat at the tapas restaurant, Tara was more than happy to share adorable anecdotes about her grandson. Mulder had ceased to respond to the rest of the conversation, too engrossed in the pleasure of Scully’s special attention. 

She looked so calm, smiling when necessary, laughing when Tara told them all the cute things Matthew did. Though Mulder had known Scully for nearly a decade, it was clear he had much to learn about her. 

This was a side of Scully he rarely saw. Today he saw the rebel. The girl who smoked her mother’s cigarettes, who stole out in the middle of the night to meet a boy. He saw the young woman who would sneak boyfriends into her room while her parents were asleep, the one who defied her parents expectations and joined the F.B.I.

Precum dripped from his cock and he throbbed against Scully’s firm hands. She was so good, so careful to touch him in just the right spot, but not hurt him through the fabric and zipper. She’d tease the head and caress this length, tease his inner thigh and balls before paying special attention to his head again.

He leaned over and whisper into Scully’s ear, “"If you don't stop now —"

“Fox, are you sure you’re okay? Bill asked. “Your face is very flushed. You should have Dana take a look at you.”

“That’s a good idea,” agreed Maggie. “Why don’t you take him upstairs to the guest room and have him lie down? Let him rest.”

“That’s a good idea,” Scully agreed. “Thanks, mom. Come on, Mulder.” She reached for his hand and pulled him toward the stairs, walking in front of him to cover his massive erection. 

“Okay,” Mulder muttered, barely able to walk. “Sorry, everyone.”

“It’s okay, Mulder,” Bill called. “My sister will take good care of you. She’s very good at what she does.”

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[yandere-writer-momo]

would it like dating yandere muhammad ali jr??

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Dating Muhammed Ali Jr

Muhammed Ali Jr

He fell in love at first sight the first time he met you. He saw you and he just had to have you

Tries to use a pickup line on you but it’s so corny. You think he’s cute and funny. It encourages him

He will stand outside of your home with a boom box blaring the song “I was made for loving you” by Kiss or “Can’t take my eyes off you” by Frankie Valli. You accept his courting

He is super clingy. Wants to be around you all the time but at least he’s funny and sweet. Spoils you a lot (he’s rich off daddy’s money)

He enjoys taking you out to eat a lot. He loves when your eyes light up when you see all your favorite foods. He loves being the reason for your happiness and he can’t get enough of it

He enjoys taking pictures of you doing just about anything. Like laughing or sleeping. His entire photo album is you

You’re all he talks about to all his friends and peers. He’s obsessed

He’s very touchy. He always tries to sneak his hands in your pockets to touch you. You’re his partner so of course he’s going to be all over you

Huge on PDA. To the point it’s uncomfortable for other people. He doesn’t care though so long as you’re not uncomfortable

Over all he’s not a bad yandere at all. He is just glued to your side like a puppy. Probably would sit outside the bathroom waiting for you. He counts every second he’s with you. You’re his oxygen

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki x reader #baki son of ogre #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere fic #baki the grappler x reader #female reader #yandere baki #Muhammed Ali jr #Baki Muhammed Ali Jr #baki dou #Baki #baki headcanons #yandere x reader #baki Yandere

[bobsquatley]

BAILEY HEADCANONS!!!!! I AM FUCKING INSANE

HE IS WASIAN!!!!!! CHINESE/BRITISH DO NOT FUCKING FIGHT ME ON THIS.

8 INCHES UNCUT SLIGHT CURVE TO THE LEFT BIG HEFTY HAIRY BALLS. THICK ASS PUBES. SUPER FUCKING VEINY.

he uses the same cologne everyday no matter what. it went off sale like 8 years ago. he gets it specially made.

started smoking when he was like 15. would sneak out of the youth ward just for a smoke.

he trims his body hair but that's it. theres so much of it he kinda just gave up. very hygenic though

needs a white noise machine to sleep, he doesnt like dead silence.

speaking of sleep. he has pretty silk pyjamas and a fluffy sleeping mask and a cute teddy bear. it is called bailey jr.

bad habit of talking to himself when hes alone!!! if you walk by his office you can hear him muttering a bunch of shit

played a gameboy ONCE because an orphan asked him ever so nicely to finish a hard level for him. it was literally this

EVERYONE GATHER ROUND BAILEY IS PLAYING MARIO!!!!

hes ambidextrous. can write backwards upside down right to left YOU NAME IT. smart smart man

he hid every photo of him as a kid. he had a late growth spurt so he used to be realllyyyyyy tiny

stupid idiot bisexual man (self indulgent)

he has persistent back problems but he plays it off pretty well... you may or may not hear a click when he stands up 😰

REALLY FUCKING SMART. sort of a given. but hes smarter than u think. x10. +6. x10 again

CUTENESS AGGRESSION. he loves cats but he gets so sjgkhlslskskfkfks whenever he sees one. has to physically stop himself from squeezing it

one (1) sharp tooth. canine on one side. when he smiles he looks evil cuz of it. adorable

he always has the latest phone and struggles to use it. max volume max brightness uses one finger to type leather wallet case. oh my god.

beautiful joined up handwriting. looks like it was done with a luxury fucking feather pen

loves good food. huge foodie. passes the cafe and thinks hrrn. i shouldnt buy another cream bun. (blacks out) he got another cream bun.

orphans using modern slang around him. in 2021 the kids kept calling him sus imposter and he nearly exploded with rage

has recieved SO many bottles of baileys alcohol as presents. he doesnt mind it thou

deep ass guttural fucking laugh. whole room vibrates. you are shaking. he is full of glee

LOVES LEGO. his shelves in his flat are filled with intricate lego builds. mostly star wars related because theyre huge and complex and he loves to challenge himself

cries watching animal rescue videos. tbh

cares more about animals than people, why else would he be so apathetic!!!!!!!

#bob schuff 🐌 #dol #bailey the caretaker

[batmanfruitloops]

Can you guess who's next? Eddie, our favorite riddle-spewing gremlin!

Eddie was born to two parents where neither wanted to take care of him so that's pretty unfortunate, but it wasn't too bad at first. His grandma, Emily Nashton, happily raised Ed from a baby when her son Elliot (I'll be referring to him by his middle name as Eddie is actually a jr. - also he really hates the name "Edward") unceremoniously dropped him off at her house. She'd have preferred to just dote on and spoil him, but she'd rather Ed be taken care of properly.

Eddie has always been very blind, so he's had glasses for pretty much forever.

Eddie got to stay with his grandma until he was about 6 (I'm still not too sure, he's pretty young at least) when his dad randomly showed up again claiming he was going to take over raising Eddie from then on. He was confused, but he figured it was just for a visit. However, Eddie rarely got to go back to his grandma's from this point. His dad barely took care of Eddie either, mostly ignoring or berating him. The dad lived off of Eddie's child support and spent most of it on booze and rent.

Eddie missed having a full stomach, being able to ask all the questions he wanted to, and knowing he was loved. He got used to sneaking around to get things done, like scarffing down food when his dad was out of the house or asleep, or quickly taking a shower, or even sneaking out to visit the library and do laundry.

He also got to attend school and while his grades were impeccable, he wasn't able to make any friends. They all thought he was too loud, too annoying, too angry. His teachers also scolded him for causing disruptions, when they usually only started because other kids were being mean. Sometimes it's because of Eddie's OCD and OCPD, as that makes it hard to not have things a certain way, or more specifically how Eddie perceives it should be. Again, I'm by no means an expert on such topics, but that's to my best understanding. Eddie was also on edge a lot at school because of his dad. His dad was bitter and jealous about how smart Eddie is, and so he accused him of cheating a lot. For context, this Riddler is NOT a cheater as a know some versions are willing to do so.

There were three good things during Eddie's school years. He had one teacher who understood him well, and so Ed was behaved in that class. As mentioned in my previous post regarding this au's Joker, Eddie got to see Arthur at Cobblepot Park most days of the week, and they also understood one another very well. They could just talk and talk about whatever and not have to worry about their home lives. Eddie also got birthday cards from his grandmother every year, and got to visit occasionally. He often found them stuffed into the garbage and the money she had sent with it was never in there, but he cherished them all and still has them to this day. His grandmother also liked to slip him money during his visits, which Ed hid under his floorboards along with her cards.

When Eddie was 12, Arthur stopped showing up. Eddie assumed Arthur was just sick or something, but he never showed again. It made Eddie feel betrayed. From this point, Eddie is a bit more skeptical of people, but he does still try and remain optimistic that good people are out there. Most of them are just lousy, it seems.

Eddie's senior year, he got a job as a cashier at one of the local grocery stores. He liked asking customers riddles when they went through his isle. He came off as rude to a lot of customers and some of his coworkers, but he still defended them when a customer was wrong. This is also where Eddie learns how to speak Spanish, although it's very little. When Eddie turned 18 though, his father and him got into a fight that led Eddie to being kicked out. He had to scramble to pick his few things out of his room, load them into a suitcase and go. Eddie never told his coworkers that he was now one of the many homeless of Gotham. They weren't close enough for that. So Eddie's bedraggled state from sleeping in abandoned buildings and eating little from his paychecks seems a bit out of nowhere. Eddie also finally gets fired. He's just had too many incidents of fighting with customers, even if he's always remorseful afterwards. Now with no income, Eddie is panicking. He'd also be becoming more and more upset with those in power, and the rich class. They were bad people and yet they got to get away with it. Can't hand them over to the police since the whole district is corrupt. What else can be done about it? Why, expose it of course. And so Ed takes on the role of the Riddler, every waking hour spent coming up with traps and riddles and clues on who to go after. Luckily there's plenty of abandoned tech and whatnot around. His physical health would continue to decline though. This is about where the au starts. Eddie is already an established villain and is enjoying his time harassing bad people and getting Batman's attention.

- Sarsee

#dc #batman #batmanfruitloops #anewgothamau #batmanfruitloopslore #batman rogues #the riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #batman villains #gotham rogues #riddler #tw abuse #tw neglect #are these getting longer? I think they're getting longer #sars babbles

[rfxiii]

Michael-centric Headcanons

Davey didn’t know Michael was going to show up to his own funeral back in Ludendorff, and when he spotted him; he was mad as hell. But Michael had to be there, for the dramatics.

Michael has a collection of old vhs tapes that he’s carried around with him since the 80’s- a good percentage consisting of Solomon Richards films.

Michael’s drinking habit started in his mid-teens- he’d steal alcohol from his father and sneak out to go drinking with his friends. He liked how cool everyone thought he was for being able to get them alcohol, but eventually the weekend drinking with his friends spiraled into a dependence to escape the realities of his home life.

When they first met, right when Trevor shot that guy with his flare gun, Michael thought Trevor was honestly the coolest person he’d ever met.

Michael had always suspected that something went on with Amanda and Trevor/Brad or both of them. And when it happened, he honestly didn’t care. But as a little time passed, she got pregnant, and then they got married, it started to bug him. But too much time had passed for him to openly confront any of them about it, so he just stews in his suspicions and over-analyzes every interaction.

Everyone seems to agree that Michael was probably raised catholic. That being said, he doesn’t practice, and tells himself he doesn’t believe in anything but his ability to shoot a gun and take a life. But he still finds himself subconsciously “praying”, or something close, when bad things happen; and it’s a habit that pisses him off so badly.

He cannot handle spicy food, like, at all. He had chili with jalapeño in it once and cried because he honestly couldn’t even handle that.

Basically canon, but he always has to be in control, to the point of micromanaging everything everyone does. Brad and Trevor being so out of control back in the day was one of the main points of contention between them- because he couldn’t tell them exactly what to do.

One of the reasons he likes Franklin so well is because he does follow orders. He may question Michael, but he also wants to learn from him and so he’s easier to order around. He does genuinely like Franklin- obviously, but he loves being listened to like he’s the leader.

Big classic rock and old school country enjoyer. Lynyrd Skynyrd, AC/DC, Hank Williams Jr., etc.

He genuinely wishes Franklin was his son- he’s such a smart, adaptable, skilled young man that Michael wishes he could have raised him as his own and shown him the ropes from the get go.

Michael and Amanda genuinely try to love each other, but because of how their relationship started, it’s always been forced. And with Michael’s persistence to try to be “the perfect family”, he’s put even more strain on them to the point where she genuinely doesn’t feel like she can fit his image of what a family “should be”.

He secretly enjoys yoga, but he’d rather die than admit it to anyone.

He’s incredibly self conscious about himself. After becoming Michael De Santa, he had to let Michael Townley go. But Michael Townley was the dangerous stick up artist, he was the high school jock, he was a leader; to him, he was someone important. But Michael De Santa is just a fat, washed up, old man in a failing marriage with kids that resent him. And he’s honestly grown to hate being Michael De Santa.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #michael de santa #michael townley

[mouthpiece-simp]

Duck Shuffler x Reader Headcanons

🎰Who could blame you for getting a crush on a Cog as goofy as Buck? He was so silly he could've very well been a toon!

🎰You hung out with him a lot before deciding to confess to him. To your surprise, he got to it first by confessing to you over a game of blackjack {you'd decided that the loser would have to share an embarrassing secret}. You told Buck you'd been planning to lose to the game so you could confess, but somehow his luck had managed to be worse than yours!

🎰And that's how you two started dating...

🎰Buck is a sloppy kisser. Expect him to also end up licking you because his tongue is too long to comfortably stay in his mouth.

🎰He LOVES to have either you or him spin his slots to see what'll happen next {cuddles, kissing, playing games together, ETC}.

🎰Buck also secretly likes it when you sneak up on him to spin his slots. Do it frequently.

🎰Try not to leave him unsupervised in your estate for a long period of time. You might come back to find the place a complete wreck and Buck's explanation will be something like, "I wanted to make you a githt but I couldn't get the thtupid crayonths to color in the lineth!" and then he will hold up a poorly drawn picture of you and him cuddling. It's not an explanation for how he wrecked the place, but at least he tried to do something cute.

🎰Anything that has to do with luck or completely unannounced gifts really make him happy. The more unpredictable and random whatever you're doing is, the more he will enjoy it.

🎰Buck has a pet duck named Buck Jr., and when you visit his house you get to meet Buck Jr. and maybe even pick him up. He is a very cute and polite duck, be kind to him.

🎰Buck will also let you give bread to Buck Jr., but not too much bread to keep his ducky healthy! {Bread has very little nutritional value and if their tummy is full of bread they won't look for foods they need for nutrients, so it's only a little treat for Buck Jr.}

🎰Buck will want to attempt to cook for you sometimes because he thinks he'll get lucky enough for it to actually work this time. Do not let him unless you want to watch someone's house burn down!

🎰Take him out to random dates frequently... if he's not already dragging you off somewhere. And I do mean random, he loves going somewhere he's never been before- especially with you! At least if neither of you like it, you have each other's company to still enjoy and that's a win for him.

🎰Buck will also frequently gamble, but he's like... suspiciously good at winning. He pretty much always manages to get a net profit by the end of the night- usually a large one, too. He just says he has a lot of good luck when asked about it and spends a lot of his winnings on gifts for you.

🎰He makes no effort to hide his relationship with you from his coworkers or even your fellow toons. Getting fired? Being judged? He doesn't care! You're not allowed to fight Buck anymore because the Toon Resistance caught wind of your relationship and your loyalty to the toons is periodically questioned. Some toons will admit to you that they have a crush on a particular Cog, though, and ask you for advice on pursuing them.

🎰Dating Buck is a lot of randomness and sporadically doing things, so be prepared to have one heck of a ride! But things are never boring while you're dating him, that's for sure.

#toontown cogs #toontown corporate clash #duck shuffler #ttcc #buck ruffler #duck shuffler x reader #corporate clash #x reader

[bethcartoonist]

The Gilligan Family

The future family of Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 2 (Going Clockwise: Abigail, Hoagie, Hogarth III, Homer and Jodie)

Hogarth Pennywhistle Gilligan III

Hoagie and Abby’s eldest son. A teenager whose presence is mostly seen through the shambles of mess and food he leaves around the house. When he is around, he can usually be heard complaining.

- 14 years old

- He’s always either at the mall or at school, so he’s not often home. Even when he is around, his face is always hidden

- Named for his grandfather. To carry on his spirit

- Was given his mother’s hat when he was younger. He doesn’t wear it anymore but keeps it hanging on his room door.

- Despite being a teenager, he’s still quite civil to his brother and is pretty harmless. Sector V still keeps him (or at least his room) under surveillance though.

Homer Thomas Gilligan (Numbuh 7)

The Writing Operative and 2x4 technology officer of the current Sector V. Loyal, hardworking and a little awkward, Homer often acts as a support to the team in many ways. Whether in battle, missions or off duty, he’s a capable presence who always comes through for them.

- 10 years old

- His middle name, Thomas, is a nod to his uncle.

- His code number is a reference to Cree Summer’s (voice of Numbuh 5) comment that if she was in the KND, she’d pick 7 as her number.

- He is said to be a great storyteller and does the daily logs for Sector V, hence his role as Writing Operative. He often puts his own twist on it of course, dabbling in a few writing genres

- He wishes to invent more original 2x4 technology items instead of following existing blueprints, but his inventions always end up exploding. The only successful thing he made is Roku’s signature weapon.

Jodie Gilligan

Hoagie and Abby’s daughter. Hogarth III and Homer’s little sister. A very cheery and giggly baby.

- 11 months old

- Her name is Hebrew in origin, an allusion to the Gilligans’ Jewish heritage

- She is very attracted to candy, despite not being old enough to eat it yet (her teeth haven’t come in). Can get EXTREMELY aggravated if she finds candy and someone takes it from her

- Shows quite good mobility for a baby, being able to quickly sneak up on people and climb on high-ish surfaces

- Is probably the only one that happily laughs at her father’s jokes

Abigail Gilligan née Lincoln

Part-time Teacher at McClintock High School and Full-Time mom, Abi still manages to find a way to maintain her laid-back cool attitude through it all. When she’s not grading papers, or getting gum out of her kids’ hair, she often spends her time reading or painting.

- 38 years old

- Secretly still a KND member with the rest of Sector V.

- Was in Wally’s band as the keyboardist in their high school days

- Often goes to ice cream parlours, soda fountains and candy stores with Hoagie on dates to sample the flavours.

- Splits the house duties with Hoagie. As she tells the kids: “Your dad cooks, I do the taxes and whoever loses at thumb wrestling has to clean.”

Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr

A pilot at the airport, he opted to work on short-haul flights so he wouldn’t be away from his family so much. Fun-loving and jovial, he dotes on his wife and tries to be a cool dad to his kids (despite the bad jokes he keeps telling)

- 37 years old

- Secretly still a KND member with the rest of Sector V.

- Is close with his son Homer. They usually spend time building stuff in the garage together. Both are still trying to figure out why Homer’s inventions always end up exploding

- His penchant for telling his bad jokes has only gotten worse over the years, but he says that he now has a right as a dad to say them.

- Only started dating Abby in their early 20s and got married a few years later

#knd #knd oc #knd fanart #codename kids next door #codename knd #knd ocs #knd headcanons #numbuh 2 #numbuh 5 #2x5 #hoagie p. gilligan #hoagie and abby #abby and hoagie #abigail lincoln #abigail and hoagie #hoagie and abigail #fan kid #fan kids #knd fankid #fankid #fankids

[boombrothersasks]

*Casually sneaks a chao into Cave Awesome and another one into Infinite's house*

"Oh, hi Shadow!"

"What......happened here." Shadow had arrived back in the cave to find it a mess, with Eclipse in another corner entirely holding some kind of creature in his hands.

"Shadow Jr got tired of sitting. He caused the chaos I couldn't!" Eclipse exclaimed, holding the creature up for Shadow to see. "He looks just like you! No idea what he is, but I wanna keep it!"

The creature Shadow Jr hissed rather unmenacingly. The hedgehog Shadow sighed.

"I'm tired of this."

Shadow kneeled down beside his brother, placing his hands on the boot the Darkling had been forced to wear for a while now. A green flash of light soon came, and Shadow stepped away again.

"Get up. And let that thing go." He told Eclipse, who's eyes widened.

"And...what was that supposed to be?"

"Healing."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT BEFORE, THEN!?!?"

"You not being able to cause any trouble was nice for a while. Too much going on with this island and god damn it, I got the break I deserved."

"Meanie..."

And he was just about to get up and walk again, or so it looked like, for a few moments.

"OHHHHHHHHH. OWWWWWWWWW. THE PAIN. DON'T LIKE THAT. SITTING BACK DOWN NOW. MORE OW."

Shadow only glared. "...What."

"Guess your magical girl powers don't work on me," Eclipse shrugged. "Oh well! Guess you'll just have to keep watching over me until I'm better! What a shame, what a shame...at least now I have Shadow Jr to keep me company-!"

"No you don't." Shadow cut in, grabbing the creature with the intention of throwing it out the cave. Until he got a good look at it, and watched, for a second or two.

He instead bent down, and gently dropped it on the ground, petting it on the head before allowing it to walk away.

"YOU WANT A PET TOO!!"

Shadow grumbled.

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"WHY ARE WE GOING BACK?!?!" Infinite, headed back to their home, picked up on a shout.

"I FORGOT TO GRAB SOME FOOD, NOW SHUT UP, BEFORE I DUMP YOU OUT OF THERE AND SQAUSH YOU LIKE A BUG!! I. AM. HUNGRY!! AND I WILL-oh."

On the table, there lay some kind of critter, black and white, with some odd resemblances to Infinite himself. When he walked closer, it did too.

'Why do people keep breaking into my house...?"

"CHAO!!!"

Silence.

"I love you so much right now. I am adopting you." He whispered to the creature.

"I AM GROWING IMPATIENT!!"

"AIN'T YOU ALWAYS?!?!" Infinite grumbled, headed back out the door.

"Chao??"

The jackal looked down. The critter was following them.

"Oh, you...you understood me. Okay. Wasn't expecting that. Can you keep up? Will you not interfere? Are you strong?"

...

"Chao."

"Yeah I thought so."

#i always thought a chao would do grump-finite some good #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #sth #boom!brothers au #sonic boom #sonic boom au #sonic au #boom!shadow #boom!eclipse #boom!infinite #boom!starline

[threefortysixam]

Okay, but TBP boys playing Minecraft? This is long because I was having fun with it-

Bruce doesn’t have a specific role. He really just likes to explore and grab materials and gives them to Finney when he feels like he could do something with it. Bruce does however really love taming animals. Normally his room is built away from everyone else’s because it’s filled to the brim with dogs, cats, foxes, and any modded animal they have, which means that walking near his room causes a lot of lag. He’ll surprise the other boys by making the dogs have a baby, and then sneaking the baby into one of the friends rooms and naming it something like “Finney jr” or something like that. Bruce, despite not doing too much on the game, absolutely loves just hanging out and seeing what other people are doing. He loves watching Finney build, if he watches Robin, he’s extra inventory space, he loves watching Vance take care of his crops, and he enjoys the conversations that Billy and Griffin have.

Finney is the dedicated builder. He’s got a super creative mind and normally builds a big base where everyone has their own rooms and stuff like that. He loves when people compliment his work and can get a bit flustered depending on how much attention it gets. His favorite part about building is decorating and using what he has to give the illusion of something else. He knows everyone so well to the point where he knows where to put what to make it most comfortable for everyone. He normally makes everyone their own rooms, but more often than not, Robin just sleeps alongside him and he notices everyone else shares rooms. Eventually, he made a big public room for all of them to share and not a single person has complained.

Robin goes mining and often steals crops and food for when he knows he’s gonna be gone for a while. Normally he gets a lot of materials, and while most miners get rid of their excess stone, Robin brings back plenty for Finney to build with. And he’s pretty stingy with what he gets, leaving the ores and stuff in a secret chest, but he’ll always make sure to come back with enough supplies to make Finney whatever he needs. Whenever Robin runs out of food or somehow breaks an item, he and Finney are practically flirting as Finney finds him. And Finney always makes Robin say something out of pocket before giving him what he needs. Robin loves it.

Griffin is a red stone legend and nobody understands how he does it. Vance is close when it comes to skill, but because of how he can get frustrated easily, Griffin can do it much more consistently. When it comes to Robin keeping things for himself and Finney, Robin will always give Griffin all his red stone because no one else understands how it works. Whenever someone needs a contraption to be made, Griffin is on the move. Griffin offered to build a machine to make harvesting crops more easy and efficient for Vance, but after seeing Vance look somewhat disheartened, he just gifted Vance a machine that made making bonemeal much easier. Griffin, in the beginning of every new world they all make, is the fisherman guy, and will fish up lots of food and enchanted books to give to everyone. Robin always thanks him for giving him fortune and mending enchanted books. However, when Griffin doesn’t have a contraption to make and nothing he needs to fish up, he’ll slink away to his secret cave that’s damn near impossible to find, where he keeps a bunch of villagers captive. There, he makes new villagers, gets good trades, and will “torture” villagers who give bad trades. All the other boys have tried to figure out what Griffin does or where he goes, but they have zero idea how to get there. Robin accidentally mined into Griffins secret lair, and they both just stared at each other for a long time before Robin just leaves. Robin and Griffin have code words for when Griffin needs certain materials for a trade, and Robin will always give it to him without a second thought. Other than that, Griffin likes to roleplay that he’s buying and selling things alongside Billy, which ropes all the other guys into doing the same thing.

Billy has an army of chickens. Whenever they start a save, a lot of the guys get upset because a lot of the iron gets taken by Billy so he can make hoppers. He’ll farm other animals too, but his main focus is on chickens. Going to Billy’s farm is 10x worse than stepping into Bruce’s room because nobody’s computer can handle the amount of chickens and eggs that Billy makes. Billy and Vance have this thing where Vance will give Billy a shitton of wheat in exchange for ores and metals that Billy would have sometimes. Then, Billy will make a restaurant shaped like a cake, that exclusively sells cakes. Billy and Griffin love roleplaying that they’re ordering food and stuff, and everyone else eventually got roped up into doing that too.

Vance likes doing everything. Minecraft in general is something that he could play for hours and days and weeks and not get tired of it. He likes building, but he’s no where near as good as Finney, and that upsets him, so he doesn’t bother building if Finney is around. He’ll mine for his own resources if he desperately needs them, but for the most part he goes into Robin’s secret chest and just grabs what he needs. Never more. He thinks he’s being sneaky, but Robin already knows he does that. Robin just doesn’t mind because he likes that Vance has a game that relaxes him. Vance does all the farming though. He will have large fields of every crop and will tend to all of them with the upmost care. Normally, he’ll ask if Robin could give him coal because he bakes all of his excess potato’s for everyone to have a steady supply of food. Robin obliges because potato’s is what he has to live off of in the caves. Vance rarely gets upset in the game, but will get upset if someone tramples his crops and causes not all of them to not grow at the same time. And he’ll chase away a laughing Robin if he catches him stealing crops that he didn’t give him. The only person he doesn’t yell at is Bruce, who will accidentally mess something up on occasion. The boys all tease him for it, but Bruce always admits how he appreciates Vance not getting upset with him.

Gwen is normally off playing with her own friends, but if one of the boys ask her to come onto the world real quick to reset something, she’ll hop on. Everyone will “pray” to her because she’s in creative and therefore is “god”. She’ll fix whatever needs to be fixed and be gone again. They’ve made a shrine for Gwen that they all pretend to pray to. Gwen always demands diamonds and emeralds as payment for her services, and none of them think twice about it.

#the black phone #tbp #gwen blake #finney blake #bruce yamada #vance hopper #griffin stagg #billy showalter #minecraft

[golden--doodler]

Bob's Burgers AU Sneak Peek #2

Okay, so I can't hold it in again, and all of you are so amazing that I have to share this next chapter, this one is hands-down my favorite so far (even though I only have three written so far, including this one), and the longest, too. I decided to create an origin story for why Bob hates Jimmy Pesto in this AU, and also snuck in the origin of Tina's crush on Jimmy Jr., just because. Even though I feel this chapter is more light-hearted than the other two chapters I've written so far (still haven't shared the first one, yet), mild content warning for Jimmy Pesto Sr. being the worst, and discriminatory (he's definitely at his absolute, absolute worst here). And for swearing. This was so much fun to write, especially the dialogue between everyone:

Jimmy Pesto’s Pizzeria

That day, the restaurant was still and smelled of stale cooking oil, with nothing noteworthy happening. With Linda away to assist Gayle with a “Catastrophe” (Bob didn’t desire to know what that meant), the kids had been a bit more subdued than usual. Earlier, they had constructed an immense mountain of napkins, so impressive that even he had to acknowledge it, although that was their one time getting off task. On a typical day, they would cause a lot more chaos, the restaurant becoming filled with their noise and energy, with him having to remind them all day to at least pretend to help. Was this routine ideal? No, it’d been what he’d gotten used to.

He guessed this change in behavior was because of Linda’s effervescent presence being gone, her bright spirit always a welcome addition to the restaurant. No matter the reason, he wanted their moods to improve, and if he could accomplish this task and have them be productive, that would be preferable. The dampened, sluggish atmosphere being created was sapping his energy, and it wouldn’t be long before his cooking suffered, too. In an effort to craft the perfect idea which would fulfill all these criteria, he allowed his gaze to wander to the vibrant colors of the trees and shrubs outside. His eyes roved over the scene, filled with the sounds of people bustling around, pushing strollers with fussy toddler and carrying overloaded shopping bags. Then his aimless watching of the view outside the restaurant settled on the building across the street.

Jimmy Pesto’s Pizzeria.

When he first laid eyes on Jimmy Pesto, he had an icy coldness in his stomach, like his body was warning him of something, and he couldn’t understand why. It’s not as if he knew much information about the restaurant’s background or the owner’s. And it’s not as if they’d interacted much, but the Pizzeria was a constant presence, its laughter and music echoing through the streets. But he had to admit he had a sickening sensation in his stomach when he encountered any sign of competition. Despite Bob’s best efforts, Jimmy Pesto’s was a hive of activity, with a constant line of customers waiting to be served, unlike Bob’s restaurant, which was always much less crowded. One thing he did notice was that the titular Jimmy Pesto had a son he believed was Tina’s age, which caught his attention. He was uncertain about how to feel regarding this information.

“Dad, are you looking at Jimmy Pesto’s? Can you see his pizza from here?” Tina asked, joining him near the window. “We should go there for lunch.”

“My stomach’s eating itself for sustenance!” Gene said, his words laced with such obvious hyperbole they were almost humorous. “We need food, like, yesterday.”

“I could go for some pizza.” Louise nodded in agreement with her siblings. 

He massaged his temples, hoping to soothe away the pounding ache that was beginning to form. “Sorry, kids, but we need to stay here. We might get a customer. I can make you all something, and it might even taste better.”

“They have garlic breadsticks, father!” Gene punctuated his words by thumping the table with his palm. 

“Will we get a customer?” Louise gave him a suspicious expression, squinting her eyes and a strange, incredulous noise escaping her lips.

Tina widened her eyes to appear more innocent and clasped her hands together.

No. He was the parent. Where would they be if he gave in to the kids’ every whim? Besides, how delicious could Jimmy Pesto’s cuisine even be? He’d prepared pasta plenty of times. It wasn’t worth closing the restaurant over. 

“Don’t you want to celebrate me getting better?” Tina gave Bob’s arm a gentle nudge as her grin widened. The constant pain of her ear infection had taken a toll on the family’s morale. It’d been very rough for her to get through.

“We need to celebrate this beautiful son of a��” Gene said, and Bob had enough foresight to step in. 

“Gene.” He gave what he hoped was on intimidating glare. “You three need to take out the trash.”

“Beautiful son of a bitch.” Gene completed his sentence anyway, under his breath. 

“Well, it’s too bad. You could’ve scoped out the competition.” Louise shrugged, standing from her spot in the booth. “But if we have to stay here, we have to stay here.” 

“What do you mean?” He crossed his arms and felt the soft fabric of his shirt against his skin, praying they’d lose interest soon. He felt a pang of loneliness as he wished yet again for Linda to be there. This was why he needed her.

“You could’ve snooped around Jimmy Pesto’s place. Maybe find some of his weaknesses. No big deal.”

Crap. He couldn’t believe this idea seemed tempting. He couldn’t allow Louise to manipulate him, to be swayed by her tantalizing words. It was just Italian food.

Then again. If they got takeout and were there for a few minutes at most, his kids would stop badgering him and he’d be able to see why people kept coming to Jimmy’s. There had to be some sort of secret, and if there wasn’t, he could walk away with a confidence boost.

Great. His kids had won another argument.

“All right, we’ll go. But we’re getting takeout, and you all better say the food’s mediocre.”

His kids met him with enthusiastic cries of triumph. Gene even wrapped his arms around Bob’s legs in a sudden, unexpected sign of affection.

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“Do you think the rumors about their never ending-pasta bowl are real?” Tina's gaze darted around as they began their journey across the street, the hot pavement radiating heat beneath their feet. Their ears were on high alert, ready to pick up the sound of any approaching cars.

“It better be! And it better be infinite. Or else that’s just false advertising,” Gene said, and he looked as if he was imagining such a glorious bowl of pasta, the fresh steam permeating the air.

As they approached, there was a sudden voice in Bob’s head telling him to turn back, that he’d made a huge mistake. That it wasn’t too late to change his mind. He was about to give in to it because of how crowded and noisy the place appeared, with people laughing at various stories and clinking wine glasses. And with people cheering on their favorite team on the sports game being displayed on the TVs. Of course, their TVs were higher tech than theirs.

Bob then felt the familiar vibration of his phone informing him he had a new text. He fished his phone out of his pocket and encountered a bright light when he hit the power button.

It was from Linda (Labeled “Linda <3” in his phone after Tina taught him how).

Gayle’s driving me nuts, but we helped Mr. Business and we’re having a good time now. Hope you guys are too. Miss you <3 <3 <3 

To anyone else, the hearts would’ve felt too tacky or excessive. But they made Bob feel a pleasant heat emanating from his cheeks, spreading to the rest of his body. It was the most endearing message he could’ve hoped for, almost more than he deserved. He was relieved in a way that Linda was having fun. And he realized he would deprive his kids of some fun if he turned back. It would just be a few minutes. He could handle this. 

Before he could change his mind again, he texted Linda back (“We are. Miss you too <3”) and he pushed open the glass double-doors leading into Jimmy Pesto’s. It was even more crowded than he first thought with the added bustle of waiters rushing from table to table.

The man himself approached them when he noticed them enter, “Welcome to Jimmy Pes—Oh. It’s you.”

Well, that was unnecessary. His kids didn’t seem to notice, though.

“We want all of your garlic breadsticks!” Gene leapt up with glee, his feet pounding on the ground in excitement.

Tina grabbed a new menu and perused it, “Some jalapeño poppers would be nice, too.”

“Can anything in your kitchen explode or combust? Asking for a friend.” Louise gave him her attempt at an innocent grin. “Also, I want the bacon mac’ n’ cheese.” 

“We’re out of breadsticks, and a firm no to your question.” Jimmy Pesto scoffed at Louise, and Bob felt the urge to glare. “We can get you everything else.”

“What kind of restaurant runs out of breadsticks?” Gene’s expression morphed into one of pure horror. “I demand to speak to the owner.”

“I am the owner.” Jimmy Pesto crossed his arms, and it seemed his nametag had gone unnoticed by Gene.

“Hi, I’m their father. You already know that, though. We’ll get the jalapeño poppers, the never-ending pasta bowl, the alfredo, the shrimp scampi, and wait, Louise, what did you want again?”

“Come on, dad, mine was the easiest to remember, it’s bacon mac n’ cheese. Everyone likes bacon mac n’ cheese.”

“Sorry, Louise. Okay, we’ll get all of that, plus the bacon mac n’ cheese. And it’ll be for to-go.”

Tina bounced in excitement along with Gene, “Alfredo, here I come.”

“All right.” Jimmy Pesto wrote everything down on a small pad of paper. “That’ll be eighty dollars.”

“Eighty dollars?” Bob’s kids even seemed taken aback by this news. “Are you sure?”

“Are you going to pay or not? There’s a kind of line forming behind you.”

He turned, and sure enough, there was a large line of waiting people behind them. Most people were shifting their weight from foot to foot, a feeling of restlessness in the air. Now he had to make a judgment. He stole a glance at his kids, and he could tell this was important to them. Well, they’d come this far.

He pulled out his wallet as Jimmy Pesto called for his son. Jimmy Jr. came dashing, wearing what appeared to be a waiter's uniform. The outfit consisted of a white button-up shirt, a navy blue blazer, and midnight black pants, the materials rustling as he moved. He was even wearing dress shoes. Jimmy Pesto barked for him to take the order to the kitchen, and he felt Tina's presence before he turned to leave, her gaze still stuck on the menu. Bob wasn’t sure why she was doing this.

“Hey, Tina.” A thick, surprising lisp slipped out as he spoke.

She paused in her reading. Bob couldn’t understand why the menu captivated her so much.

She then glanced up, noticing his presence for the first time. “Hey, Jimmy--”

All at once, her body become as stiff as a board. Her expression morphed into pure astonishment, her mouth hanging open and her eyes flicking in every crevice of his body. Then, almost as fast as they began exploring the boy’s body, they shifted back to the menu in her hands. Bob had never seen his daughter’s face turn a darker shade so fast.

She had also lost the ability to form coherent sentences, “I—uh... Oh. I’m Tina.”

He gave her a blank, unreadable stare. “I know.”

Bob could sense the internal panic emanating from Tina as her face become pinched, seeming scrunched like clay, as if she wanted to hide. She fanned herself with the menu, disregarding the icy air that was pouring from the air conditioner, causing a wave of goosebumps on everyone’s arms. Bob wanted to groan, recognizing these expressions on Tina all too well. He looked this way when he laid eyes on Linda on their first date. Part of him hadn’t stopped, at least the adoring part.

Of course, his daughter was falling for this boy, because his day needed to get more complicated.

Gene and Louise noticed this reaction from their sister, then looked at each other and shrugged. He guessed they didn’t know how to feel about this new situation, based on their loss of words.

“The order, Jimmy Jr.!” Jimmy Pesto gave his son an unceremonious shove towards the kitchen. 

“Geez, dad, I was going!” Jimmy Jr. stomped the rest of the way to the kitchen, his feet pounding against the floor as he flung open the door with a loud thud. 

“Earth to Tina.” Louise waved her hand in front of Tina’s face.

“Lost in Pesto Land, are you?” Gene smirked, being unable to resist teasing the lovesick girl.

Bob shook his head in disapproval. “Don’t call it that, Gene.”

“Did you see what he was wearing?” Tina asked once she’d broken out of her stupor. “And he said hey to me. Just to me.”

She began hugging the menu, much like how a child would hold a beloved stuffed animal.

“I can’t believe after all the times I saw him at school, I never saw him.” She gave a sheepish grin to everyone. “Does that make sense?”

“Just don’t spread whatever that is to me,” Louise said, taking a step back from her. 

Bob was eager to change the subject, but Jimmy Pesto beat him to it. “Any particular reason why you’re here? And without your wife?”

After some deliberation, he provided an honest response. “My kids wanted to try the food. And Linda’s visiting her sister right now.”

“It must be a relief for you, right?” Jimmy Pesto grasped his shoulder and gave it a hearty squeeze, as if they were two old pals reuniting. “I guess on occasion the universe needs to assist people like you.”

He yanked his shoulder away, now wanting to escape the conversation. “What do you mean, people like me?”

“Oh, you know, poor sad sacks with a pipe dream who don’t have a chance. And on top of that, are stuck with their burden of a wife. Yikes, am I right?”

A fury like no other he had felt before boiled inside him like a pressure cooker left on high. Jimmy’s snide remarks about him were nothing he hadn’t heard before, including from his own father. Sure, they still stung, but it was nothing compared to what he’d said about Linda. There was no reason to drag her down with him. And he wouldn’t let some knock-off Italian mob boss get away with insulting the love of his life. 

Louise’s head snapped in Jimmy Pesto’s direction. “What did you say?”

“Stand down, Louise.” Bob’s hand curled into a fist at his side. “I’ve got this.”

 “Good luck, Jimmy Pesto.” Tina shook her head in sympathy, and Gene nodded in agreement.

“You’ll need it.” Louise complied and took a step back.

Bob fixed Jimmy Pesto with the worst, most malevolent glare he had attempted in his entire life. “What. Did. You. Say. About. My. Wife?”

He punctuated each word with emphasis.

“I thought you’d appreciate my honesty. I’ve seen your family together and what you do all day, Bob. It’s sad. You believe with all your heart, people will pack your restaurant this much every day.” Jimmy Pesto gestured around his restaurant, his arms moving like windmills. “And on top of that, you have to deal with your wife. I mean, for someone who can’t hear, she sure doesn’t know when to s—”

Bob didn’t allow him to finish the sentence. Reeling back his arm, he delivered the hardest, most painful, and most enraged punch he could. He wasn’t thinking with a clear head anymore, or second-guessing. All he saw was red. Just one thought reached him in this moment: This asshole had messed with his wife. 

He was doing more than insulting Linda: he was disgracing her, discriminating against her, worse than anyone else. And he needed to learn what happened when he did this.

It was a lesson Bob hoped he wouldn’t forget anytime in the future. Once it happened, he stood there, panting, feeling as if he’d just run a marathon. As Jimmy Pesto groaned, holding his nose, and customers around them gawked, he ushered his kids out the door. “We need to leave.”

Once they were outside and safe, Louise shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you punched him, dad. You punched him!”

“Yeah. Don’t repeat what I did. But he said all those awful things about us and your mother, and I just…”

“I knew we couldn’t trust him when he said they were out on breadsticks.” The earlier exchange continued to fixate Gene.

“I hope Jimmy Jr. didn’t inherit any personality traits from him.” Tina stopped her siblings from crossing the road too soon on instinct.

“Sorry we couldn’t get the food like you wanted,” He said as they approached the restaurant. 

“Are you kidding? That was way better!” Louise grinned, it spreading across her face like butter. “You should do that more often.”

“No.” He fumbled for his keys, still reeling a bit from the confrontation.

“I’m still hungry, though,” Gene said as they shuffled back inside.

Bob then remembered a crucial detail, a crucial detail which, if he’d remembered earlier, could’ve prevented them from going to Jimmy Pesto’s in the first place, “Well, Jimmy Pesto doesn’t have garlic breadsticks. But do you know who does?”

Bob’s head was sure to suffer the consequences of Gene’s excited squealing the next day. It was worth it to see him so delighted, though. The news delighted Tina and Louise as well, though, if their laughter and expectant gazes at him were any implication. He led them to the basement, the familiar wooden walls greeting them as they hurried down the stairs. Time couldn’t move fast enough for the kids as he rooted through one of the many crates in the corner. He then lifted a golden, savory breadstick in the air and pumped his free fist in celebration, accompanied by a joyful shout.

Despite there being one more breadstick, the kids were, to his surprise, willing to be generous and save it for Linda once she got back. And as if he’d manifested this reality, he heard the resounding thud of the front door shut and footsteps making their way towards their location. It didn’t take long for her to decipher where they were, and she heaved the door open, poking her head in.

“Mom!” With a hug, Gene was the first to greet her, as they knew he would be.

“Lin!” He welcomed her with the familiar sign of her nickname, which caused her to let out a silent laugh. “You’re back already?”

“Hi, Bobby.” She reciprocated by showing off the sign of his nickname. “Hi, kids. How was your day?”

“Dad punched a guy,” Louise said, which he should’ve foreseen.

“Geez, what have I been missing out on?”

“Come join us.” Gene guided her down the stairs, his grip gentle. “Dad’ll tell you all about it.”

“You won’t believe what happened to me.” She sat cross-legged on the floor next to Bob.

“Well, I guess because of Gene, I’ll have to tell our story first. It may or may not beat yours. In terms of how dramatic it is.”

“What an emotional rollercoaster,” Tina said, and he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He cherished this moment, surrounded by the love of his family, feeling the closeness of their bond because they were the people who mattered most. Not Jimmy Pesto.

#bobs burgers #bob belcher #linda belcher #tina belcher #gene belcher #louise belcher #bob belcher being the best partner #jimmy pesto sr #jimmy pesto jr #hearing loss #deafness #deaf representation #gayle genarro #italian food #discrimination

[coccolithophore]

who wants some billy lore this fine sunday? (under cut, cw for some violence and child neglect)

okay so once time pigeon told me that billy has “orphan vibes” lmao so i was thinking more about his childhood and heres what i came up with:

billy’s mom loved him a lot but she died before he could really remember. after she died billy’s dad got super depressed and turned to drinking, neglecting billy entirely. he was not physically abusive but it was very clear he blamed billy for his mom’s death and when he was old enough to stand on his own he kicked him to the street over some minor mistake like dropping a liquor bottle or something, telling him he has no child and you’re on your own now

so obviously billy is not having a great time, scavenges around for food and gets kicked around some by the other street kids. he notices that theres a group of boys who join up as a gang (excluding girls) and observes that they have an easier time getting food by pickpocketing or fighting. one day he slices off all his hair, dresses up as a boy, and is like “oh wait this makes a lot more sense” and his gender is born lol

billy was always scrawny but was a cute kid and found that he was really good at sweet talking to and/or tricking adults, essentially bankrolling his gang where they used to mostly have to fight physically. as he grew up he gained a good (or bad) reputation for his silver tongue and ended up a notorious “negotiator”, ended up sneaking into criminal operations or high society and got REALLY good at spying, sabotage, and blackmailing people into getting what he wanted

so fast forward a few decades he joins up with avarice’s smuggling gang, like i’ve said before he is a pretty go with the flow type of guy and never really wanted to be in charge. avarice cut him a good deal to work for her and they had instant chemistry. it didn’t take them long to have billy jr and then violence. at that point billy realized he REALLY liked being a dad and giving his sons all the love that he never got himself. when he noticed that avarice was careless about the kids’ safety and didn’t seem very committed to raising them after a few years, it was a quick dealbreaker because he didn’t want his kids to experience a neglectful or abusive parent. even though he really did (and still does maybe???) love her that made divorce a really easy decision.

billy was a real wild guy but once he leaves avarice’s gang and settles down with the kids he makes the decision to take on basically the blandest name he can think of (billy stevens), in the criminal world he just went by his alias horned viper or came up with a  new name for each heist. he also started dressing very uptight by sin city standards, like fake glasses, tie, loafers, slacks, and a vest is not Typical Attire for his city lmao. i wanna draw his younger self but it was very like. leather punk

ANYWAY. fun finale that i thought of today: one day billy is walking through his old neighborhood and his dad stumbles into him walking out of the same bar where he always abandoned billy to hang out and drink. his dad doesn’t recognize him (which is... kinda fair because billy transitioned) but it is the last straw for him. billy punches him in the face, drags him into an alley, and shoots him dead. and then he walks home and hugs his kids really tight with absolutely 0 remorse. 

TLDR: the daddy has daddy issues! <3

thank u to anyone who read this novel lmaooo

#kiwis dnd adventures #billy tag #kiwi.txt

[greenelectricsky]

How do you end your day?

Admetus: Going to sleep. What do you want?

Adonis: Doing something at home, around a home, with my husbands, with my family... Just doing something.

AlmonDisco: Catching my boyfriend, taking him into my arms and finally hugging him as much as I like!

Amberlina: As usual.

Amun: How you do that, how you do this... Can you just leave me alone?

Asparagus Jr: If I'm not looking for someone? With mum and dad, helping her to keep him in line. He loves to sneak away to the theatre!

Bill Bailey: Having fun with the rest! If they tell you otherwise, they are lying!

Bombalurina: Treating myself like a queen.

Bustopher Jones: Supper, second supper and some snacks in the middle of the night.

Carbucketty: Evening zoomies!!!

Cassandra: Talking with Everlasting Cat or those who aren't here anymore.

Coricopat: Wishing away all those shadows and vile powers who want to hurt my fellow cats.

Cream: With my husbands, smiling at their antics.

Cysiek: Duh, being fabulous at some party!

Demeter: Regretting most of their decisions.

EarthyRose: Catching up with my friends, family and enemies.

Electra: Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!!!! Snuggling with family or making their life miserable!

Etcetera: Kissing Tugger's photo wishing him "goodnight"!!

Exotica: Doing my stuff, as far away from hoomans as I can.

FanFanGrace: With my fur care routine, with my claws care routine, with my ears care routine...

FinFun: Trying to figure out what was happening in the last twelve hours... and what was my fault and what wasn't.

FlowerFlow: With a smile. Happy or sadistic, it's up to you and what have you done.

George: Running away from chores! Like always! Bye!!!

Grizabella, making big, sweet eyes: Hoping for a warm place and some food... and maybe some pets...

Gus: Remembering all those beautiful times when I was young and strong, so I could be with actors without sleeping, listening to their stories, learning new roles...

Haze: I also didn't end anything. I'm not responsible for that. Nope.

HoneyTrap: Kissing, snuggling and having fun with my boyfriends. And you? Jealous?

Jellylorum: With Jenny, talking, gossiping, drinking tea and planning some dea...

Jennyanydots: Definitely nice and sweet things.

Jemima, digging something (grave): Happy and loving everyone!

Jemmysweets: Having fun looking at my son in law when he tries to get forgiveness from my son...

Macavity: If you ask me about anything again I'll just curse you!

Mistoffelees: Making the most beautiful and silent fireworks!

Mirage: After I terrorise the last customer? I go to the junkyard and wonder how it is to live only with cats.

Moon: Coming back from my travels and guessing what Sun fucked up today.

Mungojerrie: Thinking how much mischief I can cause the next day!

Munkustrap: My day never ends... I'm in the neverending limbo of... Oh, for Cat's sake, what now???

Alonzo: Trying to persuade Munku to go home and stop worrying about... Munkustrap, sit down, I take care of that...

Plato: Hoping without hope Alonzo does something before Munkustrap explodes...

Old Deuteronomy: Trying to guess what they messed up the whole day...

Oranglow: If I'm still alive? Trying to keep that way. If I'm dead? Being eaten by something, probably.

Papyrus: Reading a book and falling asleep. Always the same mistake...

Pouncival: Usually showing off with my abilities and acrobatics! Everyone love it!

Quaxo: Playing with stars and clouds, telling kittens stories.

Rum Tum Tugger: Being wonderful and clever, as always!

Rumpleteazer: Burglar and crimes! Oh, and sweets of course!

Rumpus Cat: Being wild and hairy!

Shyny: Surprising my boyfriend with hugs from the shadows!

Silenia: With murder.

FinFun: Yep, usually murder on my father.

Sillabub: Wishing everyone "beautiful dreams"!

Skimbleshanks: Trying not to go crazy with everyone's madness... Hoomans are absolutely unpredictable!

Sky: ...

: Uhm, you're right, I just... I just go away... Sorry...

SpicyJuice: Wishing all those who irritated me today so they don't meet me tomorrow.

Star: Looking at the moon and hoping Everlasting Cat is happy and petted enough.

Sun: Giving myself all the love I deserve!

Tango, twirl and run away. Fucker.

Tantomile: I'm thankful for no one irritated me enough to send on them the wrath of gods...

Tumblebrutus: Pranks!!!!!

TuśTuś: Probably with some new ideas I need to write down before I forget them! Oh! I'm sorry, I need to... Where is my notebook...?

Vaniliarity: Singing sweet lullabies for everyone and when I'm sure they will have sweet dreams I also go to sleep.

Victoria: Chatting with Everlasting Cat. She is really nice, you know?