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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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modern anakin hcs

pairing : modern!anakin skywalker x gn!reader | wc : 1.4k | 18+MINORS DNI

a/n : this is just how i see a modern anakin. its kind of an add-on to boyfriend.

general hcs ( adaptational awareness )

anakin is some kind of scandinavian from shmi's side of the family and thats all he really cares about. his stance on his father and his full ancestry is "if he didn't want me then, i don't want him now" ( lies, we'll talk about the daddy issues later )

so shmi was probably born in a country thats similar to sweden or denmark and anakin probably spent his early years there. but by like 4 or 5 they moved from shmi’s home country to modern tatooine

so like picture little blond haired, blue-eyed anakin, right? imagine he was homeschooled for like the majority of his life and he walks into school with a swedish accent and basic english skills

eventually, shmi saves up enough money and gets a really good opportunity to send anakin to a really good school in coruscant

shmi taught him how to cook, clean, some housekeeping skills

and he has even less friends, but he got along with his peer mentor, obi-wan, who was like on the verge of graduating and saw anakin as a surrogate brother

anakin definitely isnt emo until he’s in college, before college, i imagine him dressing like scott barringer, loose clothes, light colors, and he keeps his hair blond

this era of anakin defintely liked car shops and had a part time at a niche interests store ( think like, a bait shop ) to help his mom

he met padme in his junior year of high school, she was one of those alumni who were asked to come back to talk about the college experience to high schoolers

and anakin ( having zero filter ) asked for her number after the talk and she shot him down but still gave him her number.

then like, going into his college orientation, he was pissed off because his mom had remarried while he was away. but he was coming to terms with it and liking his step brother and his fiance.

i picture he shows up kind of fucked up looking. like his hair is growing out and the texture is off, his clothes are dark on the inside, light on the outside, and he’s listening to music on his headphones the whole time

and you see him sitting by himself, a little off from the engineering majors and fiddling with something in his hands and you walk over to him, in spite of your major and your nerves and sit next to him

instantly the headphones are off because his cool, tough guy front is still just a front, he was HOPING someone would talk to him

and you guys hit it off, chatting away about everything and anything

even when you part ways and the orientation ends, he’s texting you randomly and oh my god, he thinks too fast for his thumbs

“hve you seen ovrdrive?” “wtff is that thing your ordered at ciplt? im picking up food fr obi and he hates when i bring spicey stuff” “hellp”

he moves in with doctoral candidate obi-wan for college and takes up a part time at a mechanic’s shop and another as an overnight security guard ( he just sleeps and works on assignments there )

he got his mom threepio, a golden retriever, but usually is playing with padmé’s border collie, artoo ( credit to this amazing fan art )

he asked out padme after he fixed her computer ( for funsies ) and didnt shut up about her the entire time they dated

anakin is clingy in relationships, literally would hold onto padmé’s bags while out in public so she wouldnt wander too far from him

and he just really liked the environment of padmé’s apartment, being around you, padmé, and sabé was just a really big comfort for him

his descent into becoming a metalhead mostly happened because one of his bosses suggested it to him

and slowly he started to enjoy it more and more

and his wardrobe got darker, developed an energy drink addiction, and he started letting you and padmé give him messy eyeliner

and it culminated when he asked you to help him box dye his hair and now theres a stain in his bathroom of a streak of black hair dye across the ceiling

the reason why anakin and padmé broke up was a healthy end because ani def got a little jealous and toxic and padmé had to sit him down and tell him it was for the best

and he resented her for a while, wouldn’t talk to her while at her apartment for a good month

but then he watched her burn food and he felt bad and ended up cooking something for her and they never spoke about it again

and he definitely liked you when you first met, even when he was dating padmé ( and the few flings he had after her )

he just made himself bury his feelings for a while by treating you like a best friend or little sister

hanging out with you when padmé took everyone on a lake house trip and was busy talking to others

his actual confession comes in the form of him making a really crappy bracelet at his work bench

yes, he literally set up a robotics station in his bedroom. he will literally invite you over and sound so excited to see you

only to focus and work for 8 hours with only two rockstars and his thrash metal playlist as sustenance

you can try to give him a snack and he’ll ( unintentionally ) glare at you until he realizes he’s been ignoring you for so long and he just picks you up and kisses you

now youve got anakin licking at your face and laying on top of you. he’s not coming up for air until he’s made up for every minute he ignored you accidentally

his favorite kind of date would either be a movie date or to go out for a drive then stargaze

he will put you in his clothes, whether you like it or not. and he smells a bit like like oil and sweat mixed with mint

he started getting tattoos because he saw it as a form of independence

he has one industrial piercing, and three others on each of his earlobes. the tongue piercing was for fun

he likes alternative girls more, but if you’re not alternative he won’t push you ( unless you like that )

will have a titty attack if you call him emo and not a metalhead ( theres a difference )

18 + hc

he’s so fucking WEIRD

so he probably gets off every other day because of his mind ( and because his hands wander so much that he gets himself worked up )

to get into the idea i mentioned in boyfriend

he got your name near his navel and once he realized he liked you, he would try to aim his releases over your name

and he’s not a bad shot

his hands wander naturally because he just likes to feel your skin. like its not even his intent to get sexual, he’s absently rubbing your back and like 5 minutes later he’s just massaging your ass and tits if you lay on him

he’s actually really big on doggy, he just really likes to look at your back

so he also likes bending you over tables, counters, his workbench, his bed, and security desk at work

he has aquaphilia. will feel you up in pools and in large bodies of water

he really likes biting and marking

during sex, he likes to focus on your neck and back

but in general he would be the kind of guy to give you a forehead hickey

and will rub off any makeup you put on to cover it

prefers to praise and worship you, and if you try the same, he’ll get awkward and embarrassed but lap it up anyways

if you degrade him and objectify him, he will fuck you within an inch of your life

he also has his own playlists that he plays when you guys are fucking

he broke the door to his room so it’s not the best place to have sex, unless youre ok with the possibility of someone walking in

obi wan accidentally walked in on you both once and had to leave the apartment for a week

he has tried to fuck you in his car but you bumped your head and he drove you straight home to ice it, refuses to even get road head because of it

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heartbreakgrill · 7 months

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stiles stilinski: breakable heaven; pt. 9- “killing me slow, out the window. i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone.”

a/n: EEEK! one more after this cuz i’m a lying liar and can’t stop writing.

stiles leaned his chin against his fist, staring out the window of the second floor room in the hospital. outside, the sun was setting. the rain poured down in a thick stream, bouncing off the pavement. lightening crashed through the sky every so often, and more than once, the lights had flickered. stiles was on the edge of his seat, anxious. he hoped this was just a storm, not anything deeper than that.

down below, the parking lot was sparse of people. cars pulled in and out while the time dragged by. but, it was an unusually quiet night for beacon hills memorial hospital. outside of y/n’s room, stiles ears were only occasionally prickled by the sound of shoes squeaking against the linoleum floors. the stillness made him nervous.

stiles took another deep sigh. his chest lifted with the effort, falling as he let the air out of his nose. his eyes followed a car as it rolled into the parking lot. then, bored of the sight, and restless in his nature, stiles’ turned his knees back towards the hospital bed behind him. his gaze rolled over y/n, who was still just laying there. she was blacked out and a breathing mask sat overtop her face. an iv drop was attached to her left hand. a thin, scratchy hospital-issued blanket was tugged up to her chin, but overtop, stiles had lay his hoodie on her. he’d wanted to run over to her house, grab a blanket, a pillow from her room. but, he didn’t want to leave her sound.

stiles leaned forward, rested his elbows on the edge of the bed, and picked y/n’s hand up off of her stomach. he’d shifted between this exact position, staring out that window, and pacing the room so many times in the last 24 hours. he didnt know what else to do with himself. the nurse on duty kept assuring him that y/n would wake up, at any time. that y/n would be alright, so long as she woke up tonight. it didn’t necessarily mean y/n would be dying- but, that’s when they should all be concerned.

as if stiles didn’t have enough to worry about.

after all, his dad was missing. still. and they had no new leads.

scott had headed to derek’s loft, to warn him about jennifer. that was just a few hours ago. he hasn’t received any updates on the situation. and this storm was intensifying his anxieties.

then, stiles also wasn’t sure where anyone else was- but he just hoped that they were out looking for answers. no one was responding to his text messages.

he wanted to be out there, helping, but when scott had offered him to come to derek’s loft- stiles said no. stiles didn’t want to leave y/n alone. besides, he was paralyzed by the situation. he already lacked any physical enhancements that would offer up any sort of help to the situation. and, now, he was mentally unstable, as well. he couldn’t stopped crying, couldn’t stop his breath from quickening every few minutes. it was taking all of his energy to not crawl up into himself and panic until he wasted away.

the girl he loved was nearly in a coma, and his dad was missing. the

if only she were awake…she would say something, anything, that would help him. she would remind him of his strength and perseverance. she would hug him, kiss his cheek, and make him feel, for just a minute, that the world was simple. that he could get his dad back.

right now, he felt so hopeless.

the only thing that kept him going was the hope of her opening her eyes, squeezing back his hand. it pushed him forth.

it helped, too, that no one else had been taken, quite yet. once they were, once two more guardians were reported missing- that’s when stiles knew his dad was going to die.

stiles brushed his thumb across her knuckles, a pattern he found some grounding root in, and sniffled. he pressed their joined hands to his forehead and leaned his head down. holding back a sob, stiles stuttered out, “i don’t know what to do.”

as if a prayer was being answered, he felt y/n’s fingers twitch between his own. he quickly lifted his head, snapping his gaze to her struggling face.

y/n squinted her eyelids, her vision blurry as she tried to pry open her sight. the fluorescent lights burned her tired, weary eyes, only making her struggle more. it took her more than a moment to adjust, but when she did, she had to process a lot of information. first, her gaze latched to her body- the hospital gown and blankets were itchy against her skin, and she could feel the iv digging at her skin. the breathing mask was restrictive over her face, but the air pumped into her lungs felt so fresh. mostly, what she felt was pain- her legs hurt, her ribs ached, and her head was pounding.

she slowly regained control throughout her body. it was that buzzing feeling one normally got after this leg fell asleep- staticky and nerve-prickling. eventually, her fingers twitched, her toes wiggled, and she was able to take in stiles. he perked up as her eyes fell onto his, immediately jumping from his chair. he never let go of her hand, even as stiles found the nurse’s call button and pressed it rapidly. he leaned his torso over her.

“oh, my god,” he breathed out, gratefully. more tears streamed down his face, but he didn’t care. stiles set a hand to her cool cheek, touch finalizing the fact that she was really conscious again. “you’re awake! thank god- you’re awake, baby.”

y/n wanted to say something, but her throat was scratchy from having not spoken for a day. there was, also, a mask prisoning her mouth. a small cough forced it’s way from her throat. stiles carefully pulled it from her face. y/n lay her hand over his, helping him move it. it left a red, dented mark over either of her cheeks. they slid their fingers into one another’s.

“wha-“ she coughed slightly, clearing her throat, “what happened?” short, fading clips rolled over her working memory, like filing cabinets rattling around, shutting and closing to quickly for her to grab onto anything.

stiles lay a hand on her face, unable to focus on her words, “i’m so fucking happy you’re awake.”

“stiles,” she furrowed her brows, “what happened?”

stiles was going to explain everything to her, though he was afraid. he was sure she didn’t remember of anything, especially everything he had told her before they went to the school. so, having to explain it all to her again, especially now that she had been nearly killed by the very thing stiles warned her of- would she reject him? would she want nothing to do with not only that part of his life, but him, too?

stiles didn’t know if he’d survived losing his dad and her all within the same day. he needed her.

just as he opened his lips, hesitant words waiting on his tongue, the nurse was rushing into the room. stiles couldn’t remember her name.

she looked more than concerned, clutching her stethoscope around her neck with white knuckles. when she saw y/n, eyes wide open, breathing mask in her hand, she flinched slightly.

she went to say something, too, but lightening cracked overtop of the hospital. it was loud, louder than the storm had been moments ago. and it sounded like the wind was crashing against the hospital in thick, tormenting waves.

“good thing you’re awake,” her breathy words fell into the air, a slight, nervous humor in her tone.

then, another lightening strike crashed, and the lights in the hospital blacked out. y/n instantly grabbed at stiles’ wrist, tight, and he slipped his fingers into her. y/n’s body was shaking.

“what’s happening?” stiles demanded.

the backup generator powered on. the lights were dimmer than before, and an alarm began blasting throughout the building. a warning. y/n flinched, again, at the sound, squinting her eyes shut and tilting her head away from the noise. her forehead banged against her skull.

“we have to go! they’re evacuating the hospital because of the storm. there’s an ambulance leaving in ten minutes, and another in twenty. we need to get you on one of them,” the nurse quickly shot to y/n’s bedside. she took the breathing mask from her hands and began moving the iv stand about. “do you think you can walk?”

y/n glanced at stiles, her pupils wide with fear. she shook her head, “i don’t know!”

“it’s okay,” stiles nodded once. he managed to keep his tone steady, reaching out to help her off the bed, “it’s okay. here.”

the nurse met stiles on his side of the bed. she carefully set y/n’s legs off the side of the bed, her feet barely touching the cold floor. then, y/n’s nurse quickly slipped the young girl’s pants up her legs, a pair of hospital socks on her feet. y/n gripped either of their hands as they helped her stand, their support also pressing onto her elbows. she hissed as she stood up, bunched over from the pain. her chin dropped into her chest. stiles securely held onto her waist, her hand squeezing tightly into his other.

“hold onto this,” the nurse wheeled y/n’s iv stand over to stiles. he hesitated, unsure of how he was going to manage that.

but, he wrapped a fist around it. as soon as he had he did, the nurse bolted out of the room to help other patients. stiles stared after her, jaw slack, and a little more than pissed off at her lack of beside manners. “ok, wow. um- okay, baby, okay…we’ve gotta go, okay?”

y/n looked up at him with a pained expression. tears streaked down her face, “stiles…i don’t-“

her knees gave out on her. y/n nearly collapsed to the ground, but stiles grabbed onto her waist. he felt her entire body shaking beneath his touch, both from the pain coursing throughout her injuries and her fear.

“hey, hey! it’s okay! hey, here.”

stiles carefully pulled the iv from the needle in her hand, then looped her arms over his shoulders. “please, baby, hold on to me, okay?”

he felt y/n nod against his chest, weakly. her hold tightened onto his neck. stiles crouched down an inch more so he could get his hands under her knees. he picked her up in his arms, more than surprised by his own strength. the machines beeped, wildly, as they lost connection to her body. but, that was just background noise. outside, he could hear dozens of people rushing past, the alarm still blaring.

stiles kicked the door to her room open, pausing as those people rushed past him, down the hallway, towards the elevators. the lights flickered again and everyone yelped in fear. stiles glanced down as he felt y/n’s hair tickle his neck, her head lolled into the corner of his shoulder. her eyes were squeezed shut, teeth ground together as she tried not to scream.

“okay, here we go, baby,” stiles pushed them into the stream of people headed for any and all of the exits.

patients, nurses, and doctors moved against him, bumping y/n’s legs every so often, offering no help to the situation. he cursed every time they hit y/n and stiles, because she hissed in pain as they bumped her injuries. stiles kept glancing down at her to try to ensure she was okay, so he nearly tripped over his own feet, numerous times. but, somehow, he managed to keep going.

just as they reached the elevators, the doors popped open, and stiles was met with the sight of derek, scott, and jennifer. anger coursed through stiles veins, and his eyes darkened. he clenched his jaw as he took a step back. why was she here, with them? why had they brought her here? stiles just knew this storm was because of her.

y/n rustled in his arms as she tried to lift her head. she felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness. though she couldn’t really focus on anything happening- the lightening rattling the building, the chaos unfolding before them, the woman who nearly killed her standing the elevator- she could hear stiles’ heartbeat pounding against her ear. her fading consciousness was taken back to his jeep, his bare chest beneath her touch, his finger brushing patterns into her skin.

she heard his heartbeat quicken, his blood pumping angrily. she wanted to comfort him, remind him that it would be all be okay. they’d make it out. she’d live.

so, y/n wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, tangling them into his hair. goosebumps rose beneath her touch. stiles felt his anger ease up as he focused onto her cold fingertips.

as a cooling breath fell between stiles’ lips, scott quickly ushered him into the elevator. the doors closed behind stiles’ back. and scott breaks the news to him, “the alpha pack is here. in the hospital.”

stiles shoots daggers at miss morrell, who is trying to avoid his gaze. if y/n wasn’t here, in his arms, he’d jennifer up against the wall, hand around her throat. he didn’t hear scott at first, not until his friend touches his shoulder. he meets scott’s eyes, “…they’re here? in the hospital? why? why are they here?”

“yeah,” scott nodded shortly, “but, that’s not the worst part. cora- she’s dying. but, jennifer says there’s something she can do to help. that’s why we brought her-“

“and we’re gonna trust her?” stiles’ voice rose, slightly, as he swung around to face the enemy. as he did, y/n groaned in pain. he was aware of himself, her in his arms, again, and quickly looked to see if she was okay.

scott could smell the fear and pain oozing off of y/n’s crumpled body. he set a hand on y/n’s knee, guiding stiles back to his side of the elevator, “here, stiles. i can help her.”

stiles met scott’s eye. he didn’t hesitate to nod, once, encouraging scott to take away her struggle, to allow her just a few moments of peace. the veins of scott’s hand then turned black, as the pain coursed from y/n’s body, into his own. stiles watched her face, brows lifting in hope as he watched the painful expression on her face fall. she relaxed back into his arms, the trembling of her body ceasing just a bit.

“there,” scott patted stiles’ shoulder. “that should help. but, you need to get her out of here. i don’t know what will happen if she gets stuck between us and the alpha pack.

“i know,” stiles lips trembled as pressed a kiss to her forehead. a tear escaped his head. then, he twisted his head towards jennifer. she finally met his eye, looking just a little uncomfortable. stiles frowned, “i know, scott. but- where’s my dad? where the fuck is my dad? does she have him still?”

jennifer went to respond, a cocky look in her eyes. but, the doors to the elevators opened, again. they had arrived to whatever floor scott had pressed the button for. stiles assumed it was where cora’s room was. scott stepped forward, bracing the situation with a hand atop the door so it could not close. it was relatively quiet on this floor, aside from the flickering lights, the blaring alarm, and the scattered patient’s charts across the floor. after their hesitation to gauge the situation, derek rushed towards cora’s room.

stiles didn’t really pay attention as scott and derek investigated. he kept a watchful eye on jennifer, gently brushing y/n’s hair from her forehead with a shaky hand. it was grounding, it helped him focus. jennifer met his gaze, again, a coy smile curling into her lips.

she narrowed her eyes and glanced down to y/n, “poor girl. how many broken ribs does she have? is she concussed, or no? what’s the state of our patient, mr. stilinksi?”

stiles licked his lips as his jaw rolled in frustration. his voice was low, “after you help us find my dad, i am going to kill you-“

“have her symptoms set in yet?” jennifer took a daring step forward, interrupting him.

stiles’ brows furrowed, just slightly, “wha-what? what other symptoms?”

y/n coughed, a movement that racked her entire body. jennifer flicked her brows up, as if she had been anticipating this. stiles glanced down at y/n, and noticed some black liquid lining her lips. she coughed, again, face scrunched in pain. a small trial of what stiles could only assume was black blood trickled down her chin.

stiles’ breathing hastened and he looked back up at jennifer, “what did you do to her? what the fuck did you do to her? you-you fix it! right now! fix her, or i’m going to tear every limb from your body!”

jennifer chuckled, “your threats don’t scare me, stiles. after all, you’re just a human. you’re nothing compared to scott. you don’t have claws or fangs.”

as jennifer spoke, she circled around stiles, forcing him to take small steps backwards, away from her threatening presence. he looked to scott and derek, who were fighting for their lives. he was on his own.

“you just have your annoying sense of humor, your inability to ever stop speaking. and, now,” she gestured at y/n with an amused expression, “a dying girlfriend.”

stiles sneaker skidded against the linoleum floor as he backed up out of the elevator. he looked down at his feet to keep his trembling balance. and, when he looked back up, the doors of the elevator were slowing closely. jennifer was getting away.

“good luck!” she waved slyly.

behind him, scott, derek, and the twins continued fighting. their mangled roars were evident, now, as stiles’ focused shifted from jennifer to their chaos. he glanced down at y/n, heart thumping wildly, now. the black blood was coating her chin, bubbling between her lips. but, she was still passed out.

stiles could no longer manage his anger. it was coursing through his veins, white, hot. he felt like he would explode.

so, stiles carefully set y/n on an abandoned hospital bed that was pushed up against the wall. he tried to roll her into what had been cora’s room, just to get her out of the way, so he could focus his anger towards something useful. but before he could, ethan and aiden threw a piece of fallen ceiling towards them. stiles barely managed to dodge out of the way before another piece followed the other. he came back onto his feet, quickly, rushing to y/n’s side. he used every ounce of strength to push y/n’s bed inside the room. his sneakers squealed against the floor. then, stiles heard a roar, and he looked up again, just in time.

the anger was heating up his reddened face, now. he searched for a weapon in the hallway, something to not only defend himself with, but something to fight back.

ethan and aiden were running towards him. stiles cursed under his breath as they neared. he found a pipe, ripped from the wall, on the floor by his feet. stiles gripped it in his fists and, with the strength only ever garnered by a boy protecting someone he loved, stiles hit the werewolves over their stupid, conjoined head.

they were sent, toppling, down the hallway. scott and derek rounded the mound of mangled skin and bone, glancing between it and stiles with an astounded shock.

“nice going,” scott held out a fist for stiles’ to pound with his own. instead, his friend pushed it away, slowly.

stiles looked up at scott with a crinkled expression, tears welling up in his eyes, “she’s dying, scott.”

–

the world came crashing down around stiles. he didn’t know what to do.

scott abandoned his friend, running off with deucalion to try to get answers to solve their problems. he instructed stiles to get y/n to dr. deaton- but he wasn’t going to help. stiles tried not to focus on his frustration that came from scott’s willingness to leave him, alone, with a dying girl- and not just any girl, but stiles’ girl.

so, stiles focused his energy on quickly awakening derek, hoping he would help get her to the animal clinic. he knew he would run into troubles, and he needed a werewolf on his side. after all, jennifer was right. he was just a human. he didn’t have any powers.

but, derek simply scooped up cora, and prepared to leave the hospital.

stiles stood in the door of the elevator blocking it as derek pressed a button. he demanded derek to help him. “derek!” stiles begged, voice less assertive, but more so just weak, “please! you have to help me! she-she’s dying! you have to help me!”

“i have to help my family first,” derek set cora against the wall of the elevator. he stepped forward, a hand raised in a move to shove stiles out of the way.

but, instead, stiles gripped at derek’s hand, a weary, bargaining look in his eyes, “you know i would help you! derek- you know i’d help. we can take them both there-! cmon, derek. pls-please?”

derek hesitated as stiles’ tone cracked. it seemed like he might, maybe, help stiles. his hesitation gave stiles a glimmer of hope. but, then, derek glanced over at cora, at the black blood pouring out of every crevice of her body. he ripped his hand from stiles touch, “i can’t.”

he refused to meet stiles’ sad eyes as he backed up into the elevator. stiles was frozen. derek thought he would have to shove the boy from the elevator, but, after a second, stiles took his own step back. his body was slack, still.

he was alone.

just as the doors began to close, derek finally met the burning gaze coming from stiles’ dark eyes. “you know i’d help you, derek.”

derek’s head dipped low.

tears streamed down stiles cheeks, a silent cry that took up every ounce of energy he had left. stiles watched the elevator close, secure and tight, hands slack at his sides. all of a sudden, a scream rose from his throat. stiles kicked at the stupid metal box, hard, yelling loudly.

a sob racked through his body as he turned back to y/n. stiles ripped his hands through his hair, kicking ripped pipes, pieces of ceiling, skidding them across the floor.

stiles came to slouch on the edge of her bed. he wanted to just lay at her side, content to suffocate within her shadow. he didn’t even know where to begin. he didn’t know how to get her out of here, to the animal clinic.

the police were here. the storm had blocked off several roads. jennifer was running loose again. the alpha pack was still on the prowl. stiles’ dad was missing.

and y/n was dying.

he at least knew the end goal, which was better than nothing- get her to the animal clinic. but, he had so many obstacles in his way. so many obstacles that required supernatural abilities he just did not have.

stiles slowly turned his head to y/n, shoulders dropped, head hung low. he brushed his finger across her temple. he smoothed the hair back from her forehead. “i’m so sorry,” he lips blubbered.

stiles felt like he had failed her. no- he knew he had failed her. because he had. “i’m so sorry, baby.” stiles crouched over her body, his head in the crook of her still neck, sobbing like a baby.

he’d gotten her caught up into this mess with his stupid lies and manipulation, when he could have just told her the truth. all of this could have been avoided. but, now; she was on her death bed. and it was all his fault.

he had killed her.

stiles stared at her for a while, maybe just a few minutes, admiring her peaceful beauty. he ran his fingers over her cheeks. he’d been in this position so many times before. but never like this. his chest, though filled with fear, mourning, made some room for the love he felt for her. because he did- he loved her. he loved her so much.

his mind raced, as he wondered when it was that he finally realized he loved her.

had it been the time she met his dad? when she sat with them after her shift and ate dinner? when she spoke of her dream for after high school, when she shared the most intimate details of her hopes? he remembered how much his heart had swelled as she talked. she was so smart, so intelligent and creative. he knew she had a bright, hopefully future outside of this stupid town.

or had it been the week earlier, when he had gone to her house for just a hook up. they watched a movie, some stupid, pointless movie that he talked through the majority. he kept looking over at her as she giggled, face lit dimly by the television. his chest constructed each time she laughed. everyone always thought his jokes were dumb, but she- she laughed.

then, they had sex, and stiles felt her in his bones. he felt her fingers like they were apart of his own hand and he felt her breath strung against his rib cage. she was becoming his, and he was becoming hers. they were each other’s, a rare but beautiful, promising thing. in this world, in this town- it was everything.

maybe that was it. maybe that was the moment he knew. when he realized she was everything to him.

stiles lifted his head, an energy pulsing through his bloodstream. maybe he didn’t have supernatural abilities. maybe the road ahead seemed impossible. and maybe, just maybe, he’d die at her side- but he would only die trying. for her. always for her. everything for her.

anything.

he knew, now, that he could do this, even if he had to go it alone. but, he wasn’t going to have to.

stiles lifted y/n, carefully, in his arms, again. her head hung over his arm, arm strewn towards the ground. stiles knew she was fading fast. he had to go- now.

but, then, the elevator bell dinged.

stiles looked towards the sound. a small ounce of fear itched at his brain. he didn’t know what was awaiting them on the other side of the doors.

then, they opened- and he breathed a sigh of relief.

allison, danny, and isaac stepped into the hallway, determined looks on their faces. danny drug his eyes from stiles, down to y/n. he took a deep, nervous breath, before met stiles’ tearful gaze, again.

“well,” danny spoke, a little fearful, but confident in his tone, “are we gonna save my best friend, or what?”

stiles nodded, once, “yes, we are. i have to tell her. i need her to know that i love her.”

#derek x stiles #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles x lydia #stiles x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf x reader

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kenandeliza · 26 days

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COMIC IDEAS MASTERLIST: ALWAYS UPDATING

And even when i have enough backlog of ideas, It's either having no time or no motivation ;w;

Ideas that have not been made into comics so far.... (a reminder for KD to actually draw them instead of being a lazy bum)

Fawcett citizens think that marvel has bad eyesight because he squints a lot, Marvel is confused. When they put on glasses on him, his dot eyes opens. This confuses marvel and the citizens even more (explanation: he does his out of instinct from seeing his dad with squinty eyes)

Crutches

A comic about Captain Marvel being oblivious about the women who's flirting with him, this caused Junior to talk out of his ass "He's still mourning you idiots!", this made people believe that the wife has passwed away and captain marvel hasn't moved on yet, this can lead to a misunderstanding with Black Canary with counseling marvel [Marvel is talking about his mom and how he misses her but BC thought he was talking about his wife]. Mary proceeds to slap Jr because of his impulsiveness

Captain Marvel snoring like a dad and Billy snoring (honk mimimimi) based on this post

Mary teaching Billy about Table Manners before meeting her adoptive mother

Mary being invited on the Wayne Gala, Billy and Freddy shenanigans ensued (they thought the wayne kid is hitting on their sister)

Crack comic: Billy Boasting over Superman because he got to join the army as Captain Marvel once but Supes didnt just because of an eye exam failure

Kid Eternity's Birthday

[Needs polish] A scenario after Batman adopted Billy, Billy told Freddy and Mary about it, Freddy has a flashback where he got adopted by rich parents and the snobby high school experience back in Captain Marvel Jr , probably ends with Junior confronting Batman to not send Billy to a hoity toity rich private school

The Marvel Family and how they handle publicity

Freddy picking up Billy's swearing habits "Holey Moley" (continues where the publicity comic ends)

Billy and his Caprisun

Billy and Freddy had a fall out but everyone else interpreted it as Junior undergoing teenage rebellion and proceeded to give the captain parenting advices [Pre Teen Parent Billy]

a Penguins of madagascar scenario? The marvel family can understand what the penguins are saying and everyone around them are just confused why they are so worried about those penguins

Not likely but still writing for the script: an AU comic of the Suspendium happening in Fawcett City from 1940s-2000s instead of 1950-1970. Kid Eternity had to shoo people away from fawcett city during those years lest they became trapped in the suspendium as well. [A reminder for KD to learn how to write angst]

Timeline of events for The AU -Suspendium, Marvel Family went Missing, Kit protects Fawcett City - Criminals planning taking over the Fawcett "ghost town", Kid Eternity having a show down with Her highness and Silk -2 years into the suspendium, one of the Golden age heroes investigated the "Ghost Town" Fawcett City, a fight between Kid Eternity Vs Alan Scott [need to read more og green lantern and other lantern lore, it's either him against alan scott or him against Jay Garrick, either heroes would think Kit is the one behind the ghost town/ dissapearance of the marvel family before Kit explained his situation to them [a remindee for me to read comics and write this further] ] -Kit builds a Gigantic fort surrounding Fawcett City with the help of the smurfs, this alongside with mythical/historical characters appearing left and right makes more tourists going over to the "haunted Fawcett City" and it's driving Kit insane [he was too silly to realize that summoning famous people brings attention to the town, shenanigans ensued] -an elderly Silk went straight, her highness had passed away from old age, Silk and Kit catch up with each other. Old Silk wants Kit to summon her when she kicks the bucket, lending her strength to Kit -enter the 21st century, Kit celebrates a lonely christmas without the marvel family. He meets the kents who were right outside the City border with empty gas. He celerbates a wonderful christmas with the kents before Santa gives Kit a gameboy color, with pokemon yellow -the 2000s era could involve the teen titans or any teen organizations in dc comics [a reminder for KD to read the batfamily, nightwing storylines, etc] -Enter some years afterwards, the marvel family finally broke free from the suspendium. The golden age family met the 21st century

(The final story Needs polish, perhaps Kit will have more angst because his time is almost up, [living on earth for almost 70-80 years in this AU] and he still didn't want to tell his brother of him existing, )

A supersons Oneshot Comic

Premise: Jon and Damian wanted to see the new Fredbear's pizzeria Movie but the clerk said they're too young to enter. With Jon being 10 and Damian not looking like his age (13).

many shenanigans ensued as they attempt to enter the movie theatre before a new villain who can bring horror movie characters to life appears!

Can the two save the theatre when they're facing against slashers, Chainsaw killers, and a Horror-knockoff of Superman?!

(We'll have to see becaude i suck at drawing fight scenes ;w;)

A Supersons small crack comic

Superboy became a bad cop and Robin became a good cop. This terrifies the criminals.

#Scenarios #Masterpost scenario for KD #a reminder to myself #billy batson #freddy freeman #Mary bromfield #Mary batson #Christopher freeman #Kid eternity

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brookiidookiii · 4 months

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JO OMGOD JO (for the ask game thing ^^)

My first impression

she didnt really stand out that much to me but i think once i got to ep5 that was when i really started to care about her. i think i was probably 8/9 when i first watched ROTI

My impression now

yeah shes my favorite of all time. if it isnt obvious. i love her with all my heart

Favorite thing about that character

theres too much. probably her nicknames and her interactions with the characters around her. her voice actor is so good at the role too.

Least favorite thing

there is nothing wrong with her. all my pet peeves are with the writers. like how they createst the hottest beautifulest strongest smartest character ever and all they could do is joke about her looking like a man. sad day in bidens america

Favorite line/scene

'no, welcome to MY team.' she was so badass in that scene and brick is scared for his LIFE

and this ones from her skatoony episode but "i wish the boys were back. theyre easier to boss around" lol i love her

Favorite interaction that character has with another

yeah im biased but brick and jo lol. they instantly clicked and i adore their rivalry, its for sure one of my favorites... jo and lightning as well. her and anne maria are funny, loved watching her tricking anne maria into doing stuff

team dude rocks. wish we couldve had more of those 3

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

heather. if the writers werent cowards they wouldve let them fought more. esp since jo respects her and sees her as "my kind of competitor", just doesnt like her sense of style. just more of her interacting with the other girls. and also scott, they couldve had some blackmail alliance frenemy thing, idk

oh i also like duncan and jo. he thinks her nicknames are cool so i respect him a little bit more. a jo and zoey friendship wouldve been sick. jo hates girly girls, zoey hates jocks. they become besties aw yeah. i could go on and on forever about potential friendships and dynamics i have for her...

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

rainbowdash. both are crazy competitive tomboys and both childhood favs of mine

A headcanon about that character

i think she has a super healthy diet. shed have one of those balance diet charts on her fridge, gotta stay in shape. but her guilty pleasure food would be nachos

A song that reminds of that character

im probably not gonna answer this question but im not good with assigning songs

An unpopular opinion about that character

THERES SO MUCH THIS FANDOM GETS WRONGG her internalized misogyny and body issues that were never touched on.... it makes me so angry. and i dont see anyone ever exploring that. maybe one day ill write something. she has so many issues that no one ever talks about and how she wants to feel pretty. people who call her a pick me are so wrong and dont even know what a pick me is.

her masculinity is my favorite thing about her but being a tomboy shouldnt come with hating on other girls for the crime of liking feminine stuff. idk i think theres something deeper. also she should never be given long hair. it feels illegal

Favorite picture

i like the way she sits. shes so cool

#ask #td jo #i have sooo many thoughts about jo and stuff for her its crazy #people just dont get her like i do

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thereluctantfollower · 6 months

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Not seeing any mentions of this

But since lot of the movie had books parallels. One the caught my attention the most was with Cory and Balloon Boy.

If you want some insight on the lore, characters like Andrew and Jake being counterparts of Cassidy and Norman Afton respectively; FNaF Books are your go-to.

With that out of the way.. One part of the pizzaplex books is Lucky Boy. Summary of it is a guy down on his luck, not best life. That all turns around when he spots a tiny version of Balloon Boy. Doll that is 10 inches. He picks up the doll, finds out it responds to him in what seemed like automatic scripted lines at first.

He wins the lottery, gets a pretty girlfriend after ditching the old one, so many amazing things happen. The girl however is freaked out by this BB. Understandably so. The guy ends up heavily relying on BB for every little thing..

Now here is where it gets dark. The guy risks both of their lives to save BB, a little toy over himself and new pretty girlfriend. Whom he just pissed tf off. The guy not phased by this, his only concern is a 10 inch toy that isn't giving out scripted lines no more.. He dresses up for a party and tiny BB is telling him to maim himself to get rid of the nose and other vital body parts. Again, this guy doesn't seem phased and carrying on like everything is fine. Except he is now pooling blood on him and behind him as he walks into the building.

He is most likely dead or hopefully someone that didnt faint, called 911. That 10 inch toy of Balloon Boy. Is now with Cory and in his taxi car. 👀 Scott, I hope that man is okay because I do not trust anything made or related to FazEnt.

#fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #coryxkenshin #fnaf books #outofcrafts

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making-noodles-png · 4 months

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MOBILE/MOBILLACE HEAD CANNONS :DDD

@rawio-star SOME SHIT HAPPEND ON TUMBLER. IT WONT LET ME EDIT THE POST :(( BC I HAD MORE HEADCAMNOMS AND I DIDNT ADD IN THE TAG BUT BEJFEJDJS

Also

Question in context anyways les go. I wanted to edit a few bits anyways so yeah

• ever since I had that tumbler poll I'm questiong myself if wallace should work 3 jobs rather then just one bc no way can he afford that bad of a apartment and provide for himself and scott on a 15$ paycheck so yeah it's reasonable. Wallace works as a telemarketer or some office job (makes more but is fucking boring). Old navy (makes less bit is pretty simple and he can hear his coworkers gossip and pick a few songs) and at a diner (it's in the middle honestly. Makes a god amount of money and is decent, works his ass off but still gets to hear whoever can gossip but sorta wants to quit. Stays at the job bc of one coworker who begged him to stay)

• Mobile works in a library or Spencer's (IK mobile works in some random ah office job but seeing how the rest of the crew in the scott pikgrim series has a pretty minimum wage job I sorta see him start off slow in a new province and have a relaxing ot fun job. Library seems to suit the guy because uts laid back and quiet. Also I took the inspiration from the anime "book seller Honda-San". BUT...but (idk my friend suggested this to me) but mobile: the most average lookin ah guy in the whole entire franchise working...in a Spencer's...it's pretty fuckin funny- just imagine you see some office worker lookin ah dude stocking up on the spiked collars with the most bland lanyard) but I'm sticking with the library idea

• Mobile is a music nerd. He plays a few instruments when he was younger and sticks to playing the piano and sometimes the violin. He likes jazz but likes fast paces music for one thing....rhythm games- idk why but I sorta imagine wallace, scott and mobile going to the arcade one day, scott showing off his epick DDR skills and mobile absolutely DESTORYS HIM. DOUBLE PADS. EXTREAM OR INTENSE IDK AND ALL PERFECT TOO...and then scott never brings walace to the arcade again because he knows mobile would just show off again-

• Wallace is filopino (idk I just see him loving filo food, karaoke, bejng loud af at parties and come on. He loves to gossip) and mobile is half veitnamese and half Korean but is extremely white washes but by the time he reaches freshmen year of collage he actually wants to learn a bit more about both cultures and sorta enjoys trying to get in touch with his roots

• Mobiles parents names are Sam jin and April Nguyen-jin (nick named apple) (divorced) now you might he wondering abt thier names and...I just thought it would be funny to sorta name them after phone companies (like SAMsung and APPLE) because...COME ON THERE HAS TO BE A REASON WHY HIS NAME JS MOBILE

• Mobile likes cold weather meanwhile wallace likes hot. Mobile likes to wear alot of layers during the winter so whenever ut gets too cold wallace immediately just snuggles up with him :)

• Mobile visits wallace whenever he's on break from the library job and helps him (ex: whenever wallace is at old navy or something he drops by and helps walace folds or tag any of the clothes while they talk)

• Joseph and mobile work at the library while wallace and Jimmy both work at the diner

(Those were from my notes onto a few new headcannons-)

Since Todd's pyshic powers are green. I look into the color wheel to see the opposite of green which is likena sorta pink and I just imagine that's what's mobiles powers might look like :) (also TV girl reference)

Mobile is one hell of a quiet guy. Dosnt like to talk often at parties or at clubs and tries to survive any sort of small talk BUT when it comes to wallace he enjoys long conversations about the most random shit that pops into thier heads. Eaither it's gossip from work, some random ass fact that mobile found out, or how to do X thing for Y...thing?

MOBILE CANT READ TONE like sorta- whenever someone is joking around him (especially wallace or other scott) he sorta...takes it seriously? Like a joke when other scott said and mobile just spitting out random facts on how its basically impossible for the chicken to cross the road without getting hit, depends on how fast the cars are going, What time of the day it might be, if the chicken were to walk to cross the road or jumo over cars. Really comes off to being defensive and he dosnt mean any harm so whenever someone like wallave was telling a joke he laughs it off, realizes mobiles confused as hell expression and just says "...that's a joke-" With mobile replying with "....oh yeah-"

Mobiles and wallaces dates usually consist of: museums, the aquarium, some fine dining. Any fancy shit mobile can afford, wallave would LOVE

Mobile overworks himself often and sometimes dosnt realize it. He sorta sees himself just simply finishing a task that he's SUPPOSED to finish in reality it was justa. Option if he wanted to do it or not. Even when he's working in Nintendo he gose into crunch mode often and gets tired more easily WALLACE on the other hand reminds mobile to be on breaks whenever he needs to and takes care of the guy (awh :))

In collage mobile majors in computer science or coding or game development. Whatever computer techy course, he just takes it and then ends up working for Nintendo so :)

Wallace has bad posture. Trues to go ahead and fix it himself but just gives up easily so whenever wallave is with mobile. Mobile just random slaps (lightly) wallaces back and reminds him to stand up straight

Wallace cracks his knuckles often or pops his neck and whenever he dose it makes a loud Crack or pop sound (yk the ones) and it freaks mobile out sometimes

Mobile is prone to carpal tunnel and migraines and has to wear those arm braces often and take those migraine pills too.

Like I mentioned before mobile is a deadpan sorta dude, monotone voice sorta stuff but when wallave is around he's...a bit more expressive.

EDIT: BOUNUS. MOBILE DOSE TAROT CARD READINGS i had this headcannons for MONTHS now and thought it would be silly and then i realize I did this so....yeah. I imagine whenever mobile and Wallace do morning cuddles and shit wallace is like "...yo what's my daily reading" mobile:"...okay let's see, 3 of cups-". Mobile learned how to do traot card reading easily. Like Todd mentioned before he had this picture memory thingy and can remeber scripts easily but its weak sometimes (*FLASH BACK TO THE TRAILER INCIDENT-*) so I imagine mobile dose the same when it comes to memorizing tarot cards meanings

Wallace/ or mobile sits really weird in chairs. Before living with scott, Wallace would sit... Basically like L from a death note or some shit, or one leg up while the other is crossed. He's been used to doing this a lot when he was still in high school while eating dinner with his family, but he soon grew out of it once he reached college. Meanwhile, for mobile, he's just been doing it. Somehow, he is still managing good posture tf

Mobile eaither has a good and fashionable wardrobe comsisting of dark or light academia sort of clothes (wallace didnt know what it was called so one day he just called it "collage professor drag") OR he has that one goofy ah cartoon character looking closet where it's just the same thing over and over again

Mobile tends to chew on his pen often. Was a bad habit he had back in elementary, worsen when he was in highschool due to alot of extra credit and after school programs he was in, collage it got even worse because he mainly used pens and got ink EVERYWHERE

Like hollie and Kim. Joseph and mobile work together in the library, they don't...really talk to eachother but he dose eyeball Joseph sometimes whenever knives brings stephen along to the library and joseph just stares at stephen. Mobile couldn't tell if Joseph likes stephen or just hates him

Wallace brings mobile to some of the sex bob-ombs practices and shows. mobile just watches patiently like romona, wallace and neil would but afterward give pretty decent advice to knives since... he experienced piano player. And whenever stephen ask mobile for advice in general; mobile would just give them a rating out of 20

Another reason why mobile dosnt show alot of expression and is mainly just a deadpan sorta dude is because when mobile was in highschool he had braces and it sucked ass for him. It hurts all the time and he had those rubber band things in his mouth MEANING whenever his friends made him laugh or he had to yawn THAT SHIT HURTS WHEN IT BREAKS. Later in his adult life he just gets retainers instead

Sometimes at night. Whenever mobile comes home tired and worn out He and wallace just silently ea0t dinner and cuddle while they drink wine

Wallace is a vodka mom. Mobile is a wine mom. Change my mind

#scott pilgrim #wallace wells #gay #wallace x mobile #mobile scott pilgrim #headcannons #mobiallace #questions #random #mobillace

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t0rturedangel · 1 year

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╭ . . . a guide to becoming noticeable ੭

• ➛ PART ONE

Why is it that its always the last period of the day that it seems like time has slowed down? That's the question you were thinking as you watched the hands of the clock tick their way around, your eyes slowly blinking as you weren't able to process anything the teacher was waffiling on about, instead calculating how long it will take until the end of the dreadful lesson though it was proven to be difficult as you were on the edge of falling asleep.

and just when you least expected it, God answered your prayers and the bell rung causing all chaos to rein over the classroom, each student within scrambling to get their stuff into their bags and run out of the room. Luckily, you had packed your stuff away early so you had a chance to be one of the first to leave instead of being pressed against all the other people in the door frame.

Leaving everyone in that room behind you took a breath of air, looking around noting that the hallways were filled with, thankfully, not that many people only 3 to 6 crowds of friend groups standing around chatting about their plans for after school, ignoring them and their side glares you maneuvered you way to your locker where two familiar people stood, one happily talking and the other listening silently.

" Hey guys " you greeted, smiling at the two as their heads turned. The shorter of the pair's eyes and smile widened, he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around you squeezing you, practically crushing you while rambling on about how much he's happy to see you as if you hadn't seen him less than 2 hours ago, BUTTERS'S looks defiantly deceive how strong he actually is, since the boy is so much stronger than people give him for, you swear he could easily pick up ERIC CARTMAN but that's up for debate. " BUTTERS! SHIT- YOU'RE CRUSHING ME " you gasped slapping his back, begging for freedom from his grip but it seemed that your pleading fell onto deaf ears as his grip didn't loosen but rather became even stronger causing you to struggle against him even more.

You swear you were about to pass out due to lack of oxygen if it were not for the other person, DOVAHKIIN , to pull the blonde away from you causing a frown to form on his face which almost -almost- made you want to let butters latch onto you again but thankfully you only lost oxygen and not your logic too. " Thanks Dovah- Butter's you almost killed me via asphyxiation " Dovahkiin nodded at your thanks to them and patted both your and Butter's shoulders not uttering a word, like usual. The popular kid seemed to never want to talk to anyone, they couldn't even be bribed into it- you know from first hand experience and it seemed that even though they were extremely popular with everyone- due to an old stupid game they played with all the 'popular' kids at this school back when they first moved in called 'The stick of Truth'- they always choose to hang around you, Butter's and Scott which you appreciated since they're chill- one of the chillest but maybe its because they never fucking talked.

" Where's SCOTT? " You asked, tilting your head " Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you- Scott's at the Principles office for walking out of the lesson " " Thats like the fifth time he's done this " you groaned, its true Scott was trying to get a reputation of being a 'bad boy' so he could fit in with the popular kids since he hated being one of the 'outcasts' but that didnt mean he hated you guys he just didnt like being bullied. Speaking of Scott, you heard his desperate pleas for help and another voice screaming a him to quote ' Get your ass back here you lispy bastard '

Immediately Scott was seen running away from a very pissed of STAN MARSH, the school's star quarter back, screaming apologies- causing havoc in the hall. Within practical seconds, Scott was behind you, shaking- Stan glaring at both of you. " Move, reject. " Stan demanded calling you by the stupid nickname you've gain by most of the kids at the school, his fists shaking as his blood boiled, your lack of response was weird, weather it was because of fear, or literally anything else you didn't say anything and you didn't even look at him causing the boy Infront of you to grow even more pissed, his anger now directed to you, Scott shook stepping away from behind you to Dovah and Butters, knowing the Stan will probably want to fight you he didn't want to get into the cross fire. Now you and the black haired teen were having a stare down (it was more like Stan was glaring daggers at you while you looked down to the floor). As much as Stan wanted to punch you for not moving he didn't, maybe it was because one of his best friend's Dovah was there but it's not like you'll ever know, before turning back he shoved you which obviously made you stumble back and fall due to your stupid choice of letting your guard down. " Ow! " You yelped landing on your ass, everyone around you (excluding your friends and Stan) let out quiet giggles or pitiful comments at your misfortune. Looking up you registered that the marsh kid was gone, most likely at his girlfriend's, Wendy's, side the two of them always on a 'on and off' relationship.

Butters stood by your side after making sure Stanley was far away, a saddened look on his face a hand out for you to grab, which you did and easily stood up. " Thanks butters, fuck that hurt " you groaned " I had a pen in my back pocket, so I think I stabbed my cheeks, they're like one of the bests part of me " Scott pulled a grossed out face, Butters's worry grew and Dovah . . . well, Dovah stared at you mentally agreeing with you " Ew [ Name ] ! Don't say that! " "Shut up Scott! It's your fault this happened " you snapped back, flipping the boy off and as much as you wanted to fight him you knew that it wouldn't be the best idea so you just began to walk off, Butters and Dovah quickly joining your side leaving a very pissy Scott behind, who trailed slowly behind complaining how 'you could've moved' and that he would've been able to 'out run Stan' making you laugh " Nice joke Scott " you wiped a fake tear from your eye " I wasn't joking ! " " Uh huh as if your slow ass could ever out run Stan " " I could! I did it just a few minutes ago! " " Barely! He was like centimetres away from grabbing you and beating you to a bloody pulp "

The two of you kept squabbling as you neared the exit of the school's building. " Uhm hey fellas I gotta go now! If I don't get back home soon my parents will ground me! " Giving you three a smile he turned around and left, two out of the three of you returning the smile. " And then there were three " you shoved your hands into the pockets of your trousers " more like two, I need a go too ya know " " Yes yes, bye bye Scott we won't miss you " you blinked at him innocently " Fuck you " and with that Scott was gone.

Now that you were left alone with Dovah as company all of your attention was on them " Sorry I wasn't talking much to you Dovah, Scott was there. " No response no reaction from them and yet you could perfectly understand their emotions and what they wanted to 'tell' you " Awh, thanks, now. " You turned your head to the direction of the car park " Let's go home " with a nod the two of you were off to go find your car. Quiet a long time ago the both of you had saved enough and pulled through to buy a pretty decent car, it was rather modern and relatively fast so in your guys' eyes it was perfect.

As soon as you found your car you got in, both in you respective seats yours being the passenger seat and Dovah's being the divers, for the life of you you never knew why they were obsessed with being the driver, every time you asked or even suggested the idea of you driving they simple shook their head and clutched onto the car keeps protectively- it wasn't like you were a bad driver, you passed your car test or whatever its called with flying colours! You sighed as you sat comfortably in your seat, well as comfortable as you can get when the sting of a pen stabbing your butt was still there.

" Come on Dovah, start the car let's get home yeah? " You asked, putting you seatbelt on but when you didn't hear the car start you looked over to meet their face " Dovah? " They gave you a look " what is it Dovah? " Pulling out their phone they showed you a tweet Wendy posted a few days ago about a party " uh- Dovah Why'd you - " looking away from the phone to Dovah you were caught of guard by his puppy dog eyes " Dovah. Dovah no. " You narrowed your eyes trying not to be tempted by the desperate look in his eyes " Dovah stop. " He, in fact, did not stop " Dova- " 'please' he mouthed intensifying his puppy dog eyes to the point where it would seem out right criminal to say no

" Fine. Will that make you happy " he nodded seeming to be happy though his face very clearly didn't show it, patting your shoulder before turning back to start the car, that was stupid- you would've said yes even without the puppy eyes since you loved to party. You shook your head, pulling your own phone out, staring at the tweet 'next friday' huh? That's three day away. You turned your phone off and stared ahead, watching all the cars fall behind us as Dovahkiin drove at a life sentence type of speed, he always drove quickly even though you've (multiple times) reprimanded him for it he never stopped and never seemed to get in trouble for it, he had a way of getting out of trouble really easily it was scary.

Making it to your house was the quickest trip ever, it was almost seconds. Before getting out you smiled at your friend, thanking him for the ride he'd given you and walked to the front of your house, sighing as you got ready to open the door and fall asleep on the couch.

Three days until the party.

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tempestuous-tempest · 10 months

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Again! Wrench Headcanons:

Guess this 28/41 year old is my hyperfixation for a while.[Age depends on which game he's in. WD2 has him at canonically 28 while Legion makes him canonically 41 years old.] This is about the length of my Deacon Rambles post...

Was a high school drop out at some point. Always getting in trouble for skipping classes, taking shit apart, having his hood/mask on, fighting because he didnt get along with people, etc etc. He hated school.

I see him as the type to have been a drummer in a band at one point. Eventually the band just fell apart but he has some of their songs on his phone still.

Loved the movie Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. In his mind, it had a badass sound track. 7 Nation Army by The White Stripes and Black Sheep by Metric and Brie Larson were real bangers in his mind.

Reeks of beer and gasoline most of the time. Change my mind.

Deadpool is this man's icon. Some of his jokes are inspired by jokes from the comics or movies. Has posters, funkos, obviously the comics and movies, and even dressed up as his own punk version of deadpool loosely based on the funko mini. His personal favorite mini was the chicken costume.

Has a unicorn stuffed animal himself.

Also likes Spider-Punk.

Likes Motorcycles a little bit more than cars.

Detective films? Yes. Action Movies? Definitely. Sci-Fi? Hell Yeah! Horror? Maybe not so much.

People seem to be unable to decide whether Wrench is Bi or Pan. I personally think he'd be Pansexual.

Doesn't like cleaning as he states ingame. Will clean if the mess starts to bother him. Or if Sitara makes him.

High metabolism which is why he's so thin.

Throwns in tons of movie/game references when speaking expecting people to get them and then has to explain them when they dont. Definitely geeks out when someone does.

You know that one audio trend with the person singing CPR and someone else yelling "Language"? He'd be the singer and Sitara would be the one yelling at him to mind his language.

Sends the most odd videoes at the most random of times.

Also the kind of guy that might not respond until like and hour or 2 later.

Tries to be pretty quiet in the mornings, besides the music blasting in his earbuds/headphones.

The more I think about the more I start to believe that his "bad driving" is just a thing he makes people believe until you see his dumb ass in a race and this fucker blows you away with his skills. Then you start to really understand why he can do perfect drifts getting away from the police or gangs in a chace.

Due to his always racing thoughts, he sometims forgets some things. Like he gets sent out to take out the trash, goes to the kitchen, forgets why he went in there, does a few circles to try and remember, then gives up and goes back to his room or workspace. It'll hit him like 20 minutes later.

Favorite food is probably Tacos. Pizza close in like 2nd or 3rd place, maybe.

Decent at voice impressions, if you couldnt tell.

Oh, and for those who absolutely need them, have some romance headcanons too:

Didn't show his face to his S/O until like 6 months into the relationship at the least. He was so fucking nervous too.

Wouldn't even fully open up about his past until probably a year in at the least.

Prepare for cheesy love songs, matching key chains, corny pick up lines, bits of playful teasing, and a lot of small physical touches. (Mostly hand holding but would wrap his arms around his s/o's waist) His s/o also wrapping their arms around his waist drives him nuts.

Needs a lot of reassurance that his s/o loves him. I wouldnt say constantly but quite a few times in the relationship, especially at the beginning.

He isnt exactly scared of commitment as he had a husband at one point. Key word: "Had". Dont expect him to fully settle down though. He still plans to fight until he is sure this battle is really over.

Two Words: Super. Clingy.

Might forget an anniversary, dont hold it against him. He sometimes forgets what he had for breatfast 15 minutes ago.

As I've mentioned before, he does not like kids. Don't expect a family with him.

No planned dates unless his s/o is the one who plans them. He kinda just does things whenever if both have the free time.

Makes sure to dial down his weirdness just a little so his s/o is comfortable. He takes things slow if they want them to be.

Was definitely taking forever to actually ask his s/o out. Hoped they would do it first but then got impatient after a while and just blurted out everything.

This is getting too long. Im done for now.

#video games #watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #wrench watch dogs #wrench wd2 #wrench #reginald blechman #headcanon #headcannons #romantic #because i can #hyperfixation #obsessed #whoops

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astranite · 4 months

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Some Early IR and post-Bereznik Jeff and Scott, featuring the blue sash Scott would've had if not for everything.

Hurt/comfort. Mentioned PTSD given post-Bereznik.

(I wrote this yesterday completely not meaning to, didnt post it because it was too late and I needed to get some sleep, and completely forgot about it until now!)

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“So how do I look?” Scott gave a spin, showing off the form-fitting, blue tactical suit and sash they’d decided was going to be the uniform for International Rescue.

Jeff gave a thumbs up, swallowing the lump in his throat. His boy had come so far.

From the kid who’s eyes were always on the skies, to the young man who couldn’t be without them. From who he returned as, when he thought he’d never live to see them again.

Scott was still too thin, bones prominent in the way of lost weight instead of harmless youthful ganglyness, but it was sights better than it had been. Getting back into training meant he was even gaining some more muscle again. The dark shadows under his eyes seemed permanently stamped there, but there was some spark back in the blue. He woke up yelling from nightmares on occasion, flinched if someone touched him without warning, and watched the exits, but the flashbacks in the daytime were far rarer and Scott was more like himself again. Talk even was of getting him back into duty, not yet, but now it was soon becoming a possibility.

The move to the island had done them all good. And IR, a project, a focus to drive their energy towards. A grand goal to do everything they could to prevent another family from experiencing the sort of loss his had.

Scott was watching him, even as he adjusted and readjusted the blue baldric, fidgeting with the buckles. Jeff had picked out blue for Scott, just as he’d given each of the older boys their favourite colours (and well, there were some left for the younger ones if they happened to want to be a part in a few years.) He’d taken the silver for himself, know it was the right choice when Scott’s face lit up at his own bright blue.

But right now that grin was forced and faltering. Scott’s teeth worried at his lower lip, eyes fixed on the floor between glances up, looking to him for direction.

Jeff despised the easy confidence that hellhole had stolen. And everything else that had been taken from his kid.

He swallowed again and stepped towards Scott, smiling and telegraphing his movements.

Gentle fingers tipped up Scott’s chin so he could meet his eyes.

“You look like you’re gonna go far, Bluejay. And I’m here now to cheer you on every step of the way,” Jeff told him.

Scott’s intake of breath was sharp with disbelief.

A quiet, “Dad,” and a shake of his head followed it.

“I believe in you, son,” he said firmly, and tugged Scott into a gentle hug.

Jeff was rewarded by Scott leaning into him, head finding its way to be buried at his shoulder.

Even if he hadn’t always been there. On long missions, after Lucy… Well, here he was now.

All he could do was wrap his arms around his Scott, and hope that even with all the ways he’d failed him, that somehow he could still protect his son from the world.

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(I have more Thoughts about Scott and Jeff, and Jeff throwing them all into IR, maybe a bit too much, too fast with too few people to help and hold them up, and then the Zero-X happens, and I don't think Jeff planned for that--- But I think that's more for another story!)

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #jeff tracy #post bereznik #early international rescue #astrawrite

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Anons questioning the scare videos and pictures;

Face value, they look cute and playful, but the fandom did digging and ones who know his house layout of the ones in his house proved that they knew where the other was at all times and just reacted for the camera in the right moment. They were not genuine at all - Chris literally looks at the camera in one before screaming.

The ones in the hotels, people were able to find the exact hotel layouts and prove that specifically, in one of them, Alba literally had to walk by Chris and still pretended he "jumped" out at her and scared her. (Nancy proved the hotel room floor plan over on her page. 🙄 Another one, the hotel scare where he walks to the chair in blue sweatpants and white sneaks - there are literally at least 4 other people in the hotel room from the amount of champaign glasses, beers, and comped Captain America Cookies and pulled out chairs facing eachother, like it was a meeting. (Plus, Maddy proved it was a smart screen in the mirror reflection projecting an image of Chris' face. So tell me, why were they at a meeting together, in Portugal, in a hotel, with comped cookies and drinks, with multiple people and his picture being shown on a presentation screen...?) Chris also looks in the camera before screaming in this one.

The scare video of him falling to the floor in the basement was literally taken the same night Scott posted a scare video of him scaring Chris in the same spot. So Alba copied for content and they really thought it was a good idea to include that one, because one she was touching him and two, they didn't know just how deep the fandom would dig yet.

Hence the VDay picture drops (in my opinion.) They looked more cute and touchy and whoever thought the fandom couldn't pick them apart. Wrong. Lily proved the kissing photo was a rental 3 row car, with the two of them in the middle seat and the awkward ass angle was made to look like alba took it and Chris was driving. He was not, she did not; and someone else took it. (That was supposed to be their best kissing photo in a year long private relationship... yikes on what didnt make the cut. 🤣) They included photos of eachother by themselves, taken by other people (example - her in the red dress - her mother took it.) And then why not just use a side by side, cuddling photo under the Northern Lights to use? Instead they did seperate ones looking up at the stars...as if that was all they had. And then Finland, oh my god, that was made to look like a romantic vacation for 2...and Maddy proved it was like a 14 person suite and there was a huge pile of suitcases in the background of what she got "scared" All the photos they included are from the same days of others, or both randomly hugging with headphones in their ears....

it's all fucking weird. They could have done this normally by just posting a single photo - or not!! Like Chris has in the past. Never one online acknowledged a girlfriend because he doesn't give a fuck. He just...shows up in public with them one day and holds their hand and smiles and is proud to be them....all what Alba hasn't gotten.

Thanks Anon 😁 The blogs did a great job at tearing everything apart. Fans who have not followed the discussion should check out the archives of the blogs. It's all there.

#chris-evans #chris evans pr #alba-baptista

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𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦

Scott had been feeding the Llamas when a message popped up on his comm. He finished feeding the last llama almost taking his hand of in the process. His best friendsay be needy but he loved them. He pulled the colourful comm out his pocket the back decorated in flower stickers Shelby had given him. Unlocking it before a message light up the screen.

Pix: Guys somethings happened

A seed of unease planted itslef in Scott's stomach. Pix wasnt one to joke aroumd like that. As he was picking up the bag of wheat to bring back into the storage room his comm buzzed again.

Pix: Its to do with the rift

Okay, he needed to head to the Ancient Capaital now. Only 2 weeks ago they had gotten the mysterious message from the rift and he wasnt expecting anything to happen for a little while. These people on the other side must be just as courious as they where at what this thing was.

Once he arrived at the capital he found a group of maybe 16 people stood in the middle of the great bridge. He reconised a couple-mainly Pix, Lizzie and Kathrine- though a few of the others rang a bell. No names coming to mind. He landed next to Kathrine extanging confused expressions.

Then came a crash form behind him. He didnt even need to look to know Jimmy had landed behind him. Soon though the Sherrif ran past him hugging one of the people he didnt recognise. He had Blue hair and seemed to regonise Jimmy too. They hugged for a while before pulling back slightly. "Tango," Jimmy breathed "What are you doing here?" Suddently it hit Scott. He remembered the a past life they spent together. The nights crying in bed at how horrible his soulmate was , fire and trying to find his place in a way he never had to around this group before. The main memory though heartbreak. Heartbreak because of Tango. A new death game when soulmates and romance were recommended and the one man he truly loved had found someone else. He remembered watching across the ravine while Jimmy and Tango laughed, kissed, extended gifts all the things he used to do with Jimmy. They had fallen in love on a death game where they were ridiculed for for it then when everyone had his love had fallen for someone else.

His Jimmy had loved someone else. Scratch that his Jimmy loves someone else.

He was only pulled out of his memories by a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find Sausage smiling as he excliamed, "Color Papi!",and hugged him. "Wood Daddy" replied the smile evident in his voice. Scott watched Sausages eyes land on the new group of people before him, eyes narrowing in confusion. "Who are they?" he asked "No idea." Scott answered. Sausage then leanded in wispering in his ear "And whose Jimmy kissing"

𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰. Scott turned to find Jimmy kissing Tango. Eyes closed happiness all over his face. Tango had Jimmy's hat in his hand arm rapped around Jimmy's back. Everyone seemed to be staring at them. The people Scott assmumed where Tango's friends seemed to have a sense of

happiness for thier friend, while all his friends just seemed to be confused.

Scott scanned the faces trying to egnore what they where all looking at. Almost everyone was here. Joel flying in over the hills the finish of the group a little purple blob of joy on his back. A joyful cry of "Papi" could be heard from the demigod as they landed on the bridge. Sausage quickly picked them up spinning the child around before tightly hugging him. Hermes seemed to notice Scott over his papi's back as his face light up even more. "Uncle Scott!" Scott laughed ruffling the boy's blonde hair. "Hello Hermes." Scott wasn't sure when Hermes started calling him uncle or who told him to but he wasn't complaining he loved the little boy. He often went over to Sausages just to see him offeeing to look after the demigod whenever needed.

"Okay now everyone is here," Pix started drawing everyones attention. Scott noticed Tango and Jimmy had seperated now opting to hold hands instead. Not that he was looking. "As you can see we have some new guests. Welcome the Hermits." Tango's friends all waved and they all waved back. "They came through the rift seeming to have been the ones sending things back through. I'm sure you will make them feel welcome while we find a way to get them back home." He paused before adding slightly quiter, "Some perhaps more welcome than others." Looking directly down at Jimmy and Tango.

Scott wasnt sure what happened for the rest of the time at the ancient capitial. He had met Cleo who he remembered from the past and invited her to stay at chromia. But when he woke up the next morimg to go check on her she was gone a letter on her bed saying she had gone to se Grian and would be back soon. So Scott got on with his daily duties feeding the llamas, gathering flowers, planing builds.

At around mid-day Scott got a knock on his door. He assumed it would be Cleo but instead he was met with Sausage. "Umm...hi" Sausage said clearly searching for words that he couldn't quite find. "Hi." Scott replied trying to sound cheery and reasuring which was difficult due to the only thought in his mind being what Tango and Jimmy where doing right now. Relising him and Sausage had been stood around probally a bit to long he offered for him to come inside.

Soon they where sat on Scotts small patchwork sofa cups of tea in hand. Sausage hadn't said a word since arriving just staring doen into his cup. Scott got fed up with waiting. "Come on out with it"

"What?" Sausage retorted seeming to forget Scott was even thier. "Say what you wnat to say. As nice as a little popin from my Wood Daddy is im assuming you didnt come here to talk shit about the new people." Sausage seemed to smile at that.

He pauses before saying, "Do you like Jimmy?" Scott freezed. Out of everything he hadn't been expecting that. Sausage seemed to notice. "Not that I'm jealious or anything. You just seemed to be starting at him and Tango a lot. Like more than nesessery. And seemed a bit of yesterday at the great bridge." He scrambled. Trust Sausage to be the only one notice his not very well hidden secret. "Yes?" He replied.

He didn't mean for it to sound like a question but i guess it was in a way. A question in weither he should? If it was okay? Sausage face softened noticing Scott's tone. "You have for a while havn't you?" He asked. Scott just nodded.

"And now he has Tango and you feel horrible for it?" Scott just nodded again. Sausage always new exactly what he was feeling. Scott finally finding his voice expliand...

" Thier was this other land. A game of death. I found Jimmy first and we found this flower valley. We made it our own. Soon we fell in love got married with flower crowns, vows shared on the dock only for us to hear. People thought we were stuipd falling in love in a game designed for death but with Jimmy it never felt stuipd. Even after he died first...I dont't remember much after his death in that world. My only thought was avenge Jimmy and after that..i didn't care. When the game was done things..were not the same as before.I felt so much more alive around him when ever anything exciting, sad, worrying happened we both came to eachother. We kissed every now and again. It was like..it was like we were still married. Then Double Life happend and he..he fell for Tango. He seemed so happy but when we would see eachother it was like we never happend. Like we never loved eachother. It didn't change for a while but now. Now its like back to how it was kinda. I flirt with him and he gets flustered the same way he used to. Like he enjoyes it again. But now...Now Tango's back i don't know what will happen. I thought we might go back to the way it was maybe further but i guess not.."

Scott hadn't even reilised he was crying until Sausage raised his hand to wipe his cheek. "Maybe you should talk to him." he softly spoke. Scott didn't want to admit it but he knew Sausage was right.

Scott had stay up late that night staring at the message next to the send button on his comm. He knew Sausage was right, he knew it but maybe now wasn't the time. I mean Jimmy just got Tango back why would he take time for Scott? They had been so happy to see eachother why would Jimmy leave Tango to talk to him? He put the comm down before pulling the covers harshly over his head trying to block out the voices in his head. He tryed for about and hour before angrily pulling out his comm slamming the send button before he could think to much.

Scott: Hey can you come over mine tommorrow. I need to talk to you.

Jimmy: Yeah sure. See you then

But Scott was already asleep by the time his comm went off.

Scott was doing his rounds around the village the next morning when Jimmy showed up. Scott watched the man search Chromia from above trying to find him before seeing his face light up when he caught sight of him. Smile pulled at Scott lips.

Jimmy landed at the edge of the village Scott walking up to meet him. "Hi" Jimmy waved smile wide. "Hi, umm..lets go to my house" Scott said voice small already regretting his desion.

Scott found himself in a very similar senario as with Sausage yesterday except this time he was the one staring in his cup. After the silence had dragged on to long he blurted out "Do you like Tango?"

"sorry?" Jimmy seemed caught of gaurd by the question. "Are you in love with Tango?"

Jimmy's face shifted from confusion to one of pitty and almost guilt. "Oh, Scott," He started slowly grabbing Scott's hand as if asking if it was okay. It was. "Oh my god." Jimmy sighed trying to find the right words. "Yes," He said softly and Scott felt his heart break into a million pieces. "But..I also love you." Jimmy said voice still as light. Scott was confused this was obiviously clear on his face as Jimmy let out a light chuckle. "I never stopped loving you Scott feelings as strong as that don't go way. I just opened my heart to Tango as well. And when he showed up today i noticed a little to late that it could have hurt you. I was so excited to see him again I forgot that we had something. Have something? Im so sorry for that." Scott's mind was racing. Jimmy liked him back. Jimmy loved him. But also Tango thats okay. Tnago never did bad to Jimmy. And they have something. They freaking have something. Scott didn't know what to do he just smiled widely at the man he loved so much.

Jimmy then did what Scott couldn't and closed the gap between them with a kiss. Jimmy was as sweet as he remembered as warm. He felt all his worries disapate through the felling of Jimmy's lips on his. This kiss hadn't felt like the few after 3rd life this one felt real like they were back in flower valley in between wars. And Scott couldn't be happier. Jimmy pulled back slightly and Scott couldn't help but make a grumbly noise. Jimmy laughed lightly catching his breath. "I missed you" he says against Scott's lips before Scott pulles him back in hands removing the sherrif hat and tangling in Jimmy's blonde hair.

Scott dosn't know how long they wre like that but long enough for it to be dark when Jimmy leaves. He dosn't know what will happen between them but he knows its not the end.

#empires smp #solidarity gaming #smajor #empires #jimmy solidarity #empiresmp #solidaritygaming #mythicalsausage #scott smajor #flower husbands fanfic #flower husbands #empires season 2 #tangotek #rancher duo

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