#“no he is not. he is literally 5 years old”
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your latest posts have me thinking of ben with a perv younger gf reader that has too much energy and talks his ears off for fun 😩
she matches his freak so well that sometimes he's a little dumbfounded ughh
this INSPIRED ME to write a small drabble for it, i just couldn't resist bc she is me and i'm her
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summary — just annoying the grandpa x
cw — reader x soldier boy. smut 18+ (if you squint), cursing, flirting, drinking, sarcasm, teasing, billy and hughie make a small appearance.
word count — 1690 words
sure, flirting had been different when ben was younger, but this? the modern way of flirting? even he was out of his depths at times and that certainly took some serious skill and courage to silence him.
it had all started innocently when butcher had reached out to you for a "favour", as he called it. so what, a guy saves your life once and now you owe him? fuck sake.
"babysitting? do i look like a teenager trynna earn some pocket money?" you groan on the phone to butcher.
"listen love. easy gig, quick cash. it couldn't be any fucking simpler. you just need to keep the git alive and out o' trouble, yeah? even you could fucking figure that out." he mumbles in reply.
"what do i get out of it?" you huff as you bend down to tie your shoes, knowing you were going to agree to it, no matter what, but why not tease billy while you're at it?
"get out of it? the cheek on you is astounding. fuck, listen. you get to fuckin' relax and i'll pay for your bloody dinner and give you 100 for it, alright?"
"alright, alright." you hold your phone between your head and shoulder as you pull on your jacket. "text me the address and i'll be there in twenty." you replied. billy merely groaned and then the dial tone. "dick." you scoffed before checking your texts, pulling on your headphones and heading out into the wild jungle of new york.
much to your surprise, your "favour" wasn't as small as billy had made it sound on the phone when you finally showed up at the dingy apartment, alongside him and hughie. you step inside and immediately the smell of sex, weed and fast food overwhelms you as you gaze around at the abandoned take-away boxes and half-drunk whiskey bottles. a towering figure wanders out from the bedroom dressed in grey sweatpants and a new york giants button up t-shirt and a lit joint dangling from his lips. your eyes connect, mirroring the same expression of confusion and disbelief.
"who the fuck is this?" the man huffs as he takes a hit from his thick joint and studies you.
"yeah, butcher..." you turn and cock your head at him in disbelief. "who the fuck is this?" you jut your thumb behind you and hear him let out a low chuckle before both him and butcher erupt into a fit of laughter. you stare at hughie for an ounce of help but he looks equally as uncomfortable as you. "billy, when you said babysit, i thought you meant for a fucking 5 year old or something!"
"alright sweetheart, i am 105 so, close enough and i don't need no cock-suckin' babysitter anyway." he swaggers closer and sits down at the cluttered, rickety kitchen table and takes a swig of the closest whiskey bottle.
"you're literally not helping the situation, grandpa." you turn and sneer at him. he only guffaws and inhales more of his joint.
"what a firecracker you've got yourself there, butcher. if she doesn't rope in her fuckin' attitude, i can't guarantee she's alive when you come back." he says calmly, as if it's the most normal thing to say. you jerk forward but butcher and hughie quickly pull you back.
"excuse us a minute, mate." butcher smiles and drags you into the hallway as you continue to protest and shout insults at the asshole.
"you've finally lost your mind if you think i'm fucking sticking around and babysitting an actual murderer." you begin, but butcher quickly cuts you off.
"listen love, he's just kidding, alright? the fella's 105, right? he's doped up on all kinds of meds, he can't hurt a fly right now. plus, he's saving his energy so you're not in any real danger. trust me." billy sways as he gives you that devilish smile, you've grown to know too well. "just keep soldier boy entertained and busy, let him talk your fucking ear off. doesn't get easier." he shrugs.
"... soldier boy?" you pause. butcher rolls his eyes and with the help of hughie, they quickly describe their catastrophic trip to russia and discovering the bastard was still alive and how they plan to use him to stop homelander. you can only nod and hum as you try to absorb the severity of the situation, but with a grain of salt.
"alright. look, i'll 'babysit' him this once." you use air quotes before running your hands over your face, not believing what you're agreeing to. "but this, this is fucking crazy."
"yeah, yeah. thanks, love." butcher huffs before dragging you back into the apartment and explaining the situation to soldier boy before handing him another bag of miscellaneous pills. they wish you luck and stuff some bills in your hand for dinner and suddenly, it was just you and the 105-year old man-child stuck together.
the first few hours flew by without an incident and you weren't quite sure how you had managed to listen to his incoherent rants about modern society and the state of feminism without losing your mind. it might have something to do with the fact that he could explode and kill you at any moment, but it could be also be because he offered you good weed in return which made everything much more tolerable.
you had eaten some cheap-ass pizza from a nearby restaurant before settling down with a beer or two and watching whatever was showing on his shitty tv. you would occasionally hum or nod in agreement to whatever nonsense he spewed just to keep him sated; he was so into hearing his own voice that it didn't register to him that he had barely heard yours.
until you were moaning and groaning his name as he ruthlessly thrusted himself into you right there on the same couch, with your ankles dangling above your head and his hand firmly around your throat. you weren't sure how this happened or escalated, but you definitely weren't complaining as you marvelled at his toned body and handsome features. the sly, fox-like grin and matching mischievous eyes, toussled chestnut, brown hair and jawline you could cut yourself on. he pounded into your slick folds at a delicious pace, slowly dragging himself in and out of you and gazing in awe at where your bodies connected. his back scratched up and your throat littered with love bites; leaving little gifts for one another on each others bodies.
you let him take out his years of frustration and pent up anger on your body as you laid and relished in the sensation of it; welcoming every word that slipped past his plush lips and every grab from his calloused hands with a grin on your face as multiple orgasms washed over you and ebbed away at your previous hesitations. and that's how it started, this thing between you and ben.
it wasn't exactly healthy and didn't always work out, considering the amount of times you'd get into shouting matches with the older supe, but billy now had a reliable baby-sitter, so he wasn't going to complain.
"jesus christ, do you ever shut the fuck up?" ben groans as you complain about the state of his apartment, finding pizza crusts scattered around, as well as finding weapons and drugs just laying haphazardly in places where you'd least expect them.
"only when your cock is stuffed into my mouth." you state matter-of-factly as you're bent over and letting your eyes glance over the sad contents of it; a few beers, the aforementioned knife and one expired milk cartoon. ben visibly freezes and splutters, the beer in his mouth catching in his throat. you snap up, slam the fridge and give him a wink whilst hiding your small smirk. there is nothing you loved more than getting under his "thick" skin. you start unpacking the groceries you had gotten for you both; it was going to be another long night of keeping him in line and unlike him, you actually needed to eat.
"back in my day, ladies wouldn't have a mouth on 'em like you do." he scoffed, trying to act like your words weren't affecting him they way you know they were.
"you know ben? you're so fucking stuck in the past, that you have no clue how to function here! we're all trying to help you but you're just too fucking stubborn," you start and he lets out a groan as he knew what this meant; another one of your long tirades about whatever was occupying your mind. he was getting a taste of his own medicine, so he tried to keep his complains to a minimum as he settled into the kitchen chair and watch you with a beer. you rant for a little while and all he does is grunt and him, knowing it's better to just let you talk then to interrupt you; he's unsuccessfully tried a few times.
"looks like i need to fuck you harder to get my fuckin' message across." he just grumbles as you finally sit down opposite him with a scowl.
"if you're not careful, i'll fuck you harder and show how you a real women works these days." you laugh as ben takes over your previous scowl and just shakes his head. "oh ben, i am a ride that you wouldn't survive." you wink dramatically and to his dismay, he blushes before knocking back the rest of his beer.
"i should've stayed in the fucking '50's." he groans and runs his hands over his face, rubbing his beard as his tired eyes glance over you.
"but then, you wouldn't have experienced me bouncing on you, crazy style." you pout, leaning forward and grabbing his hands. he abruptly stands up and sighs before announcing that he needed a fucking nap and a bottle of jameson before he could handle anymore bullshit from you. you're left sat with a shit-eating grin, knowing that in an hour or two, he'll come crawling back and begging to hear you talk dirty to him as he pounds into you.
a/n: idk what this is but here we are. this is what my brain conjured up and honestly, this took too long for me to write, so im sorry anon that this is so late </3 -`♡´- tag list: @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @faiszt @vmiina @emeraldcrs @briiverse @figthoughts @sl33pylilbunny @jasvtsc @silverwoodlynx @kayleighwinchester @bejeweledinterludes @yooyieu @nperoconelcositoarriba @lanasgirlfr @velvetdandeli0n @iluvdeanwinchester @doeinlace @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted (comment or inbox me to be added)
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Chapter 2:I wanna be pretty... CONFIDENT
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Waking up at 5 a.m. for work—wait. You quit your job.
Huh. It’s weird—you’re free today.
Yawning loudly, you stretch in your My Melody pajamas as you walk down the halls. That’s when you see Damian.
"Disheveled as usual, (Name)," he remarks, his usual glare fixated on you.
God. Your younger brother has always been a thorn in your side, constantly reminding you of how little you contribute to the family. To him, you’re the dead weight—the one who needs to step up and prove their worth. He probably came from some weird cult where family bonding means fighting each other. Dick once told you that eight-year-old Damian tried to prove he was the superior offspring by attempting to immobilize you with a butter knife while you, at twelve, just wanted to give him snacks.
"Yeah, I just woke up," you reply, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to fix it. Then, an idea pops into your head. "Are you free today, Damian? I don’t really have—"
He cuts you off before you can finish. "Why would I waste my time? Honestly, (Name), me, hanging out with you? What would we even do? You can’t even—"
You tune out the rest of his words, staring at him blankly. Right. You still have that habit of asking them to hang out.
"Okay, you made your point." Sighing, you turn away as Damian rolls his eyes and walks in the opposite direction.
So much for that.
A notification pops up on your phone. Glancing at the screen, you see that your class Instagram page mentioned you in a story. "Congrats to (Name) for winning 2nd place in the live painting competition!"
Smiling, you repost it and thank them. Another notification appears—this time, from Bea, your close classmate.
Boba_Lover: Finally, you’re active, bitch! I know you’re gonna say no as usual, but can you skip work and come to Johnson St.? They’re selling figurines and Pop Marts for you to waste your money on. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Seen
A rush of excitement fills your stomach. Oh my God. Thank you, thank you so much, Bea!
She’s always been persistent, never giving up on inviting you even when you constantly declined. Thank God for her determination.
You smile so hard that you literally jump in the middle of the hallway.
(Name): Okay. Seen
Immediately, your phone is flooded with excited messages—misspelled words, caps lock smashes, and even mentions in the class group chat.
LET'SGOCUTIES: "OMG FIRST TIME FULL ATTENDANCE JUST FOR A HANGOUT." "Academics? No. Overpriced coffee and Ren Fair? YESSS."
You giggle, but then a terrifying realization hits you.
I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR.
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Back in your room, you stare at your closet.
Oh my God. It’s all My Melody-themed.
Pajamas, home clothes, jackets, hats, skirts, pants, shirts—EVERYTHING.
They are so going to think you’re a huge weirdo. No one in your class has ever seen you in anything but the Gotham Prep uniform. This is a disaster.
But you have no choice.
You settle on a white, long, flowy skirt with a tiny, discreet My Melody logo near the hem, a blouse with ribbons inspired by My Melody’s bow, and a checkered My Melody cardigan. Your My Melody bag holds your matching wallet, tissues, hand sanitizer, medicine container, and powder compact.
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you take in your blushed cheeks, soft manga lashes, and glossy lips. Immediately, you start nitpicking—your foundation has too much texture, your concealer didn’t completely hide your eye bags, your glitter is too faint, and your gloss feels too sticky.
Maybe this is a mistake.
Your phone vibrates. Bea.
"(Nickname), I’m waiting at your bus stop! Let’s go together! Maya brought her digicam, Ella brought her camera, so we’re taking so many pics today! AAAHHH I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU! ARE YOU NEAR?"
Her high-pitched excitement instantly calms your nerves.
"I’m heading out. I’ll be there soon."
As your Mary Janes click against the marble floor, you notice Dick, Tim, Jason, Cass, Steph, and Damian sitting on the couch—bickering, laughing, enjoying their time together.
"Everyone here?" Bruce asks.
"Yup, even Jason is here!" Dick grins.
A lump catches in your throat.
You want to stay. You want to be part of this moment.
But no one calls for you. No one asks if you’re staying.
You don’t cry—your lashes will fall off.
With a heavy heart, you leave the manor.
At the bus stop, Bea waves at you.
"(Name), you are such a cutie!" she gushes.
She’s wearing a black tube top, leopard-print flared pants, signature red-bottom heels, and a simple Prada handbag.
"I like your hair," you say, admiring her Ariana Grande-style ponytail.
Her eyes shine. "I love your makeup! It’s so doll-like! Douyin style suits you so well! Love, love the bag! Wait—I have an extra hair tie! Let’s match!"
Before you can protest, she pulls out hair ties, a comb, and hair gel, determined to style you herself.
Johnson St. is lively and chaotic.
Your class is already arguing about something.
When they notice you and Bea, they stop.
"Wow, matching hairstyles but completely different aesthetics!"
People start complimenting you.
A girl you’ve never spoken to before, dressed head to toe in Kuromi-themed attire, smirks at you.
"Wow, you love Kuromi," you comment, eyeing her outfit.
She raises an eyebrow. "You’re one to talk."
Her name is Alex.
You have so much fun.
The day feels too short for this much joy.
At dinner, your classmate Marcus drops a fry.
"Motherfuck—"
"WE ARE AT A FINE DINING RESTAURANT, WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" Bea snaps.
The entire restaurant goes silent.
Then Ethan joins in, "Marcus, why are you even eating fries before the meal—"
"OI, Marcus is just hungry. Does he not have the right to eat?" another classmate argues.
Suddenly, the class is divided into two.
And, unfortunately, you’re caught in the middle.
"(Name), was Marcus in the wrong?" Ethan asks.
You blink. Why me?!
Taking a deep breath, you reply, "Eating before the food is served is acceptable since fries are appetizers."
Marcus fist-pumps.
"However."
He slumps back down.
"It’s rude to curse in a fine dining restaurant. So while I agree with you, Ethan, Marcus can still eat what he wants."
Silence.
Then, applause. THE HELL?!
"Correct, (Name)!"
"That’s the longest you’ve ever talked in front of us!"
"WE NEED MORE PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"
Your face burns with embarrassment. "Sit down! This isn’t something to applaud!"
You get kicked out of the restaurant.
Laughing, Bea pats your shoulder. "Come out more often. This was fun."
Smiling, you nod. "I will."
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Looking through your phone in Instagram you can’t help but laugh at all the stories in your classmates account; you never felt so accepted , pretty , funny , wanted , and overall happy. Yeah, you were happy everytime you get your paycheck , when you win awards , when Alfred makes you cookies , when Dick promises of hangouts , when you buy my melody merch , and get your nails done but this is different.
“I feel like a puzzle piece that fits, a star apart of a constellation, an outfit that just makes sense, a question that was answered, I feel fulfilled.”
Tags: @asillysimp @leeiasure
(Name)’s Class: PSST PSST PSST
(Name): I am not a cat.
(Name)’s Class: OMGSHETALKECOMEHERECUTIE
If you are overthinking the intentions of the classmates (Name) is like the Muse of the classroom because she is the most nonchalant, no one really bothers her cause everyone assumes she is serious and mature (She is one of the only few people in the class to get a job even though they are in well off school); So many of her classmates admires her work school balanced. Behind (Name)’s back everyone calls her Cutie of the Classroom. If you ask why this class is so close it’s because I headcannoned Gotham Prep as an elite school so only a few students are in the school their year having 3 sections, and because of this they have been the same classmates since elementary. Damian is 12 so 6th grade but takes some advanced classes with (Name) as she is in 11th grade.
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Alright don't look at me. This post is going to be very large because I am 3 weeks behind oops. So here we go with Week 4/5/6 of
Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you)
And also don't look at me about saying there would be an influx of older Sterek, okay? The Buddie brainrot is hard to beat.
Sterek: 6 Buddie: 33 (Buddie is all below the Read More :) )
BONE APPLE TEETH
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Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕
You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer (2022•E•33.4K)
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Stay the night, stay forever by Helloloveyes (2025•E•9.7K)
Stiles met Erica, Boyd and Isaac on three different occasions, their friendship saved him from the loneliness he carried. Then they introduced him to Derek Hale, a man that changed Stiles' life forever. After failing in love and still suffering the consequences, Derek wasn't expecting to find someone like Stiles, so perfect for him it hurt.
Firelight by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•E•61.2K)
When, in the worst of missing Christopher, Eddie suddenly finds himself having literally turned into a monster, Buck - who is also dealing with a newfound hearing loss diagnosis - is willing to do anything to protect him. Even from himself. OR: Eddie is a creature from Swedish folklore, feat. HOH!Buck
i can read between your lines (dizzy from the spinning) by buckleydiazy | @buckleydiaz (2025•E•4.3K)
“So, theoretically,” Eddie sounds absolutely delighted, “if we didn’t know each other, you’d hook up with me in a public bathroom?” “Theoretically—I mean, do you want a serious answer?” Eddie hesitates for a moment. “Yeah,” he says quietly, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “Tell me.” “Probably,” Buck says. Then a little firmer—“Definitely.” aka: Buck and Eddie have phone sex.
save all your questions for the end by lady_ragnell | @theladyragnell (2025•T•9.3K)
She’s got that pitying expression that always puts Eddie’s hackles up, the widows-and-orphans face, and she’s looking at Buck and Chris as Chris whoops his way down the slide and Buck watches carefully as he catches himself at the bottom. “He must miss his sister very much,” she says. “They look so much alike.” In which someone makes a totally logical, if heteronormative, assumption and Eddie loses his damn mind about it.
making me crazy (really driving me mad) by sunshinelester (2025•E•4.9K)
“Fuck, Buck,” Eddie muttered against his skin, his voice rough and strained. “You smell… good.” Buck’s mind was spinning, conflicting emotions rising in his chest until he felt like he would explode. The alpha in him wanted to growl and nip at the older man’s audacity. To treat him like a potential mate? To look at him like he wanted to swallow the younger man whole? This wasn’t normal. Alphas didn’t act like this with each other, especially not during a rut where the instinct to mate was at the forefront of their minds. And yet. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Eddie was in a rut. As a fellow alpha, Buck didn’t think much of it; not until he had the older man pressed against his back with sharp canines scraping on his mating gland.
a buck caught in headlights by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•M•6.1K)
After going to a queer club together, a drunk Buck and May call Eddie to bring them home. Completely forgetting who is driving, Buck ends up confessing his love for Eddie to May... with Eddie in the front seat. -- Okay,” Buck says to himself as he fishes out his phone from his pocket. The bright light hurts his eyes and he has to put it far away from him, not unlike Bobby trying to read a meme without his reading glasses. The thought makes him giggle. “Who do we call?” “Ghostbusters,” May says, snickering. It takes Buck three tries to unlock his phone. “Hmm�� Hen, Karen, Maddie – nope, she needs her beauty sleep. Uh… Eddie, Chim-“ “Eddie!” May says excitedly. She smiles at him, “I love Eddie! Eddie is awesome.” Buck nods, “He really is. I will call Eddie.”
Canine Teeth In The Side Of My Neck by RighteousPunk (2025•E•5.9K)
Eddie’s skin is pale, cold under his touch, yet, something feels different. It’s not pale, cold, is about to die skin he’s used to touch on the worst of emergencies. Their gloves usually don’t manage to hide the feeling that comes with someone who’s on death’s door. And then, it hits him. There’s a hue in Eddie’s eyes, something he’s sure was never there before. In the dim lights of the loft, Eddie’s eyes are shining red. And through Eddie’s slightly opened lips, two white canines are perking out.
Or, Eddie arrives wounded at Buck's loft, and Buck learns a new truth about his best friend.
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"Though—and I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but since you and Natalia are over with now, I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie?" Buck stops wincing and just blinks at her for a second. Then he says, "What?" "You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." - Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.
shoulder the sky (let the rain come) by literalmetaphor | @absolutelybifurious (2024•M•44.5K)
There’s too much heat. The flames crackle and curl in the busted windows. The house is only two stories high. If Buck would listen, if he’d turn around and get out – he could be at the door, he could be out of the fucking blast radius. But Buck’s still standing in it. Eddie is cursed. Like he has been for years. Eddie is the blast radius. OR Eddie Diaz is cursed.
Parabola by semperama | @semperama (2025•T•4.6K)
“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” Eddie turns toward him, mouth quirked, brow furrowed, like Buck has just said something sort of silly. Like he’s talking about curses again. “What?” “I mean. Like.” Buck twists his fingers together in his lap and looks down at them. “You need to change it so your parents will be his guardians, right? If something happens to you.” “What?” Eddie says again, and he doesn’t sound amused this time.
you'll find you again by rangerdanger (mxgicxltrxgedy) | @call-me-medusa (2025•E•4.6K)
“Eddie,” Buck asks again, punctuating each word as he repeats his question, “What did you want to do?” Eddie can barely remember how they got here in the first place. “Give myself joy.” “Give yourself joy.” Buck repeats. “Now, how are you going to give yourself joy if I come and get you off myself?” - Or, Eddie's learning how to want joy for himself.
A Million Stabs Is All It Took by hearmyplea (2025•T•18.2K)
Eddie wants a tattoo after returning from deployment. The fact that his tattoo artist, this Evan guy, is affecting him this much shouldn't be examined.
from your point of view by MacksDramaticShenanigans | @stevethehairington (2025•T•4.3K)
“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder. He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap. Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to. “Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself. “Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.” Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees. “Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”
white house AU by buddiebuddie | @buddie-buddie [Part 1 & 2]
buck is the president of the united states and eddie is the secret service agent in charge of his security detail. shenanigans ensue.
Ink Flowers Into My Skin by hoveringcat9 | @hoveringcat9 (2025•T•4.7K)
Buck feels adrift, he’s fed up of dating and his search for the right tattoo artist has been fruitless. Luckily Karen has a new friend up to the job and more. For Week 7 of Winter of Buddie - Prompt Floral
kiss me on the mouth and set me free by keiro (2025•E•3.6K)
“It’s alright , it’s alright… I got you,” Eddie whispers on his skin, punctuating the end of the phrase with a kiss. When he speaks again, his voice is a tone lower, words rasping out of his lips. “Eyes on me, Buck.” Buck forces himself to open his eyes, and he’s just in time to see Eddie staring right at him, opening his mouth just a little while he holds his arm. Buck sees the way Eddie’s fangs expand, a gasp stuck on his throat right as they sink into his skin. - Eddie bites Buck, what comes next is a consequence.
He touched me, so I live to know by KejfeBlintz (2025•T•4.1K)
Eddie was jostled as Buck crashed down beside him, drinks in hand. The bar was packed so six of them were jammed in a booth designed for four. Eddie shot a quick apologetic look at Ravi, who had been squashed against the wall with Buck’s ungainly arrival. Buck handed out everyone’s drinks then pushed himself close to Eddie to fit on the bench, elbowing him in the ribs. “Watch it, Buckley,” Eddie groused, elbowing him back. “You watch it, Diaz,” Buck replied, kicking his ankle. “How about you both watch it,” Ravi grumbled as he was shoved against the wall again. “Be easier if there wasn’t a literal giant taking up all this space,” Eddie complained, “dude, when did you get this broad?” “These are lifesaving muscles, Eddie, don’t be a hater.” Or, 5 times Buck and Eddie touched, and one time they really touched.
An Angry Blade by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•M•43.8K)
Buck finds out that the curse of Billy Boils is VERY real, and far more complicated and dangerous than he could have expected.
H-E-A-T-A/B/O: A Buddie Anthology by Bucksbelly (drarryweasley) | @bucksbelly [WIP] (2025•E•20.9K)
An anthology of Buddie one-shots based in omegaverse settings. These stories are NOT connected; they each have slightly different lore and can be read in any order! Brought to you by I wanted to write my favorite trope but couldn't decide how to do it so I wrote a bunch of them
Pain's like cold water by shadowkatninjawarrior (2024•M•75.2K)
Evan Buckley had lived a lie for sixteen years and it was going just fine. Until the truth started spilling through his fingers. Or, Omega!Buck has been pretending to be an alpha for more than half his life and everything changes when Eddie finds out.
faded from the winter by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•T•9.9K)
Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry.
gravity in between us by charmingqueenie | @alexisrosemullens (2025•T•16.7K)
Eddie’s not used to explaining his relationship with Buck. Everyone in LA just knows what they are. They’re Buck and Eddie. There isn’t one without the other. He knows that he’s been vague about what Buck is to him with his new coworkers. He knows this and yet he can’t stop himself. The first few times were an accident. He doesn’t mean to be vague and what he said could imply platonic. This time though. or Eddie accidentally implies that he's dating Buck to his new team in El Paso.
We're Overdue for a Revival by BespectacledBunny | @bespectacledbunnys (2024•M•60.8K)
“If I had,” Chris lingers on the words, watching Eddie intently through the screen, “If I had conditions?” Eddie feels his stomach knot up. It’s the first time Chris has ever alluded to a willingness to come home. Usually he just shoots Eddie down with a flat “I know” before hurrying off the call. Eddie Diaz will be damned before he lets this chance slip through his hands. “Anything,” his voice rings with desperation in his own ears, “Whatever you need to feel ready to come home. If I can make it happen, I will.” Chris eyes him, young face serious as a judge presiding over trial. An apt comparison because only Chris could condemn or parole Eddie. His fate is in his son’s hands so completely that if he was going to therapy, Frank would probably be concerned. Finally, Chris opens his mouth and says something so earth shattering as to crack the foundations of his father’s mind. “Marry Buck,” Chris says firmly.
cat-astrophic by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•T•5.5K)
Buck falls in love with a kitten. The kitten falls in love with Eddie. (Buck doesn't blame her.) -- It doesn’t take long before a familiar truck approaches. Eddie looks unimpressed as Buck gets into the car, holding the kitten tightly to his chest. “I’m surprised it took you this long to pick up a stray.” Buck snorts, “Well, you picked me first, so.” Eddie shakes his head, starting to drive again. “I didn’t pick you. You just appeared.” “Well, this one just appeared as well,” Buck tells him. “I couldn’t leave it, Eddie. What if a predator eats it?”
What if All I Need is You by serenelystrange | @serenelystrange (2025•GA•2.9K)
“Does Ravi actually think me and Eddie are dating?” “Maybe,” Chim says after a moment of consideration. “Or he’s just really good at fucking with you.” “50/50,” Hen agrees. “Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of Jesus Christ.
oh brother, I see (you burn like me) by canadadry (2024•M•47.9K)
Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter. She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else. “Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer. It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her. “Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?” — Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.
Don’t hang up on me, cause I’m hung up on you by creatures_that_dont_die | @creatures-that-dont-die (2025•E•5.8K)
“What are you making for dinner?” “I was just going to reheat some leftovers,” Buck says. Eddie makes a noncommittal noise on the other end, sounding almost disappointed. “What, were you hoping I’d make you something?” “No, I—” Eddie hesitates, then sighs. “I sort of wanted to listen to you cook.” The softness in his voice shifts to teasing. “You talk so much while you do it, I figure it’ll fill all the silence here. But I can just watch TV instead, once I figure out how to—” “No, no, I’ll cook something. Only because you asked so nicely. I’ll put you on speaker, okay?” As Buck sorts through Eddie’s fridge, deciding what he can throw together, he and Eddie fall into their usual chatter. When he’s at the stove, facing away from his phone resting on the table, he can almost imagine that Eddie is here with him and not 800 miles away. (Buck and Eddie talk on the phone almost constantly, and one thing leads to another.)
one way out and we're gonna find it by atlasblue85 | @atlasblue85 (2025•T•6.9K)
He just needed a little more time, is what he kept telling himself. A little more time to work through it and he’d be okay, wouldn’t feel like there’s a vice grip over his heart and lungs and the voices of his childhood priests in the back of his head at the thought of being seen in public with a man. There’s tears rolling silently down his cheeks now as Buck cradles him, and he finally manages to whisper, “How’d you do it? Go on a date with a guy, in public?” “Eddie?” Buck’s hands still from where they’ve been rubbing soothing patterns across Eddie’s back. “I don’t– I can’t–” Eddie tries, but he can’t make the words come, and he grips Buck’s shirt tighter instead.
younger than clouds by seachanged | @spacesongs (2025•T•1.1K)
When Buck drifts back awake the sun is about to drop over the horizon, its last light bathing the cabin in buttery pinks and corals. Eddie is leaning against the kitchen island dressed in a pair of boxer briefs that appear to be Buck’s, at least judging by how low they hang on his hips.
check me out and take me home by prioritizelove (2025•GA•1.4K)
“Chris really likes you, you know. One time–” Eddie laughs, “One time I brought him here during the evening, so you weren’t here, and he was literally pouting when we left. Said the librarian at the desk wasn’t as good as his friend Buck and ended up just checking out one of those, uh,” he waves a hand, “wimpy diary books.” Or Buck's a children's librarian and Christopher is his favorite patron. He'd be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to seeing Christopher’s dad as well.
Meet Me in the Middle (Underneath a Little Bit of Mistletoe) by Princessfbi | @princessfbi (2022•E•40.2K)
“I’m sorry…” Eddie said, holding his hand out to stop the tumble of words falling from Buck’s lips. “You want to what?” Of all the things he thought Buck wanted to talk about at breakfast, the breakfast Buck had asked Eddie if he wanted to grab at the end of their long shift, this was nowhere near it. “Fake date.” Buck repeated with all the confidence in the world that Eddie didn’t believe for a second because what Buck was proposing was insane. “For the holidays.” aka Buck and Eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays!
Face to my face by EtoileGarden | @etoilegarden (2023•T•46.5K)
“Is your birthmark genetic?” Bobby asked, raising his eyebrow at Buck over the salami he was slicing. “Does it match one of your parents?” Buck spoke through the slice of salami he’d snuck into his mouth. “Nah,” he said. “I’m the first.” “Maybe your kids will have it,” Hen suggested. “If you end up having kids.” “Poor kids,” Chim said, patted Buck on the back. “I can not imagine that was a kind birthmark to wear during school. Kids are mean.” Buck tried to laugh it off. Was filled with the cold memory of his classmates teasing him. He’d managed to bluster his way into popularity as a teenager - once he’d shot up and became broad in all the right places. But before that? “Maddie - my sister - she always said I looked cool,” he said in an attempt at bravado. “I think - I think - I was fine.” Or - another dad!Buck fic because I always love writing baby fics. Eventual Buck/Eddie.
#Sterek#Buddie#stiles stilinski x derek hale#evan buckey x eddie diaz#2025 Fic Rec List#Sterek Fic Rec#Buddie Fic Rec#I know I'm missing at least 1 tumblr link but I lost the post#and the author doesn't have it anywhere on ao3 :(
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Dad headcanons that make little to no sense.
Bill
Determined to be better than his father at raising his daughter. After growing up in an abusive home with an absent parent. He doesn’t want her to grow up into what he became.
Unpopular opinion — I believe he eventually realized when she was around a year old that he DID have to straighten up for her. That ment quitting the eBay gig.
Gets incredibly nervous when going to public places with her because he doesn’t want to be labeled a kidnapper.
He can get quite stingy with his collections. But as the years go by he’s only kept his favorites and let her have the rest which he regifted to her through Christmas’s, birthdays, or achievements she’s made.
Encourages her (to an almost extreme level) to try out for EVERYTHING in school so she doesn’t end up boxed in like he was.
If him and his daughter fight he remains aloof around her but in his room has a panic attack.
Hates her friends even if they’re good. Can be very cocky if they end up rotten.
I don’t see Bill ever dating again because of the fear of them abandoning another kid onto him.
Once went 2 weeks without eating so his daughter had enough formula to survive.
Loves her smart ass behavior, hates how she gets into trouble
This man would absolutely rip a school to shreds if they called him out of work because they did something stupid.
Keeps pictures of his daughter hung up around the house. But hates getting his own taken.
Loudest guy at any game or celebration because he’s so proud of her.
Pete
Roughhouses with his kids no matter the gender. It “toughens them up,” as he says.
Pretty sexist when it comes to his kids dating. If his son brings home a girlfriend he’s proud and makes a lot of innuendos. Meanwhile, if his daughter brings home a boyfriend, he’s blatantly planning on murdering him.
Once when his kids were infants they fell asleep on him and he didn’t move. Failing to show up to work cause he was just watching them.
This man has so many half-children. (Like 6. Two of which are twins and mostly boys)
Named them all after horror movie icons or actors/actresses.
Unpopular opinion — Doesn’t care what they watch when they hit 13. But actively shields them from watching rated-r stuff 12 and under.
Makes it a tradition to take their freshly 13 year old kid out to watch their first rated r movie. Even though he doesn’t seem to be too excited, he’s just happy to see their kid look so smug feeling better than the other kids.
Taught them how to fight, cook, and other things at a VERY young age. (Think 5-7) In case one day he didn’t come home.
None of his kids went the football route and he’s very grateful for it. Doesn’t want them to get injured for life.
He’s like the dad who screams at his kids when they aren’t doing a specific dance routine correctly and will LITERALLY perform it.
Man’s pockets are almost empty cause of all the things his kids are in.
Sees his kids as toddlers still (insert Marceline and her dad clip)
Jerry
Terrified to mess it up for his son. The biggest helicopter parent ever.
Comes to every little thing his son does. Even if he doesn’t understand it.
Struggles to bond with his son because of different interests.
Stay-at-home dad. Makes a little money from Magic the gathering competitions.
Picture goofy and max from a goofy movie.
Is gonna bawl his eyes when he drops his son off at college.
Years after the Eltingville discourse (at the comic con) Bill reached out to Jerry to ask if he wanted to attend his daughter’s birthday party. Jerry happily accepted, even if his son was too old.
He once had a fight with his son that lead him into a panic attack where he screamed and called his son, “bill” by accident. Leading him to tell his son about what happened growing up. His son was much more empathetic after this incident.
Jerry cried when he found out his son wrote his 5th grade essay about him.
Tries to make each birthday of his sons better than the last.
Only time he’s ever gotten visibly angry. Was at a football game where his son was getting beat up by a player on the opposing team because of them losing. Jerry had to be held back and dragged off because of the fuss.
He was fine but it scared the hell out of everyone. For reference now everyone knows you don’t mess with his kid.
His son had the habit of gifting him random objects: rocks, gum, sticks. Jerry has them all stored up in the attic. Expect the live animals which he released when his son wasn’t looking.
Caught his son watching studio ghibli movies and felt so proud even though his son was embarrassed.
Josh
Thrilled to be a dad when he heard his wife got pregnant.
Let’s his daughter play with his hair. Didn’t want her messing with a greasy mop so he washes it. (Wanted to set a good example on hygiene as well)
Started to lose weight so he can get to see her grow up.
Very protective of his daughter and her interests.
Dressed up with her for Halloween to match costumes.
Hates Mac and cheese (after his incident in the comics) but his daughter loves it.
Struggles with insecurity but deals with it because of how confident his daughter is.
Woke up to her one day when she was just a year old. To her on his chest just staring in admiration. Cried in the shower that day and made it a daddy-daughter day out.
Embarrasses her in a teasing way.
Half of his collection is in a donation bin and the other half is in his daughter’s room.
Nervous but happy she took after his nerdy side.
He fixes her hair in the morning because he knows the pain of curly hair.
Had a panic attack when they were playing hide and seek and he couldn’t find her. She was under the sink the whole time giggling.
Very boo and sully coded relationship.
Wants to have more kids but isn’t financially stable enough.
Found out MONTHS later his daughter mimicked him a lot when she was a toddler. His walk, his speech, even the way they lay on the couch and watch movies.
His favorite home video is her playing house.
He’s a stern but lenient guy.
Against her dating, period. He knows how awful guys are and doesn’t want her around them.
Dreads the day she goes to high school.
Framed her first drawing of him, his wife and her together.
His daughter inherited his anxiety and eating disorder. He feels awful for it.
Spoils her rotten to an extent.
They love family photos.
#eltingville#dad au#eltingville epilogue#bill dickey#pete dinunzio#jerry stokes#josh levy#self insert#original characters#headcanon
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Best Magical Girl OC Tournament! Round 1
Honey Peluche
by @tillythemouse (it wont let me tag)
Acts first, thinks never. Fights and lives for the belief that no one should be lonely. Because she spends her ‘civilian’ time crafting and making little plush gifts for people, her ‘wand’ is a sewing needle that grows and becomes a sword. She can also summon little stuffed helpers, and as a final attack envelope an enemy in fluff and stuffing (which then explodes)
VERSUS
Vincent Michaels
by @gracebethartacc
What isn't there to say about Vince. He's a bully, everyone openly talks shit about him including himself, he looks like Shakespeare's emo cousin, he's called himself a clown college dropout, his boyfriend's heaven is his hell [emo musical hater vs campy gay theater kid], he eventually has a daughter he would kill for, the god of time A Christmas Carol's him, he repeatedly punches holes in his bedroom walls, his dad blames him for his mom dying in childbirth, he decided to be emo at like 5 years old, he thinks he's better than everyone for not getting crushes and then it turns out he's asexual arospec, one of his best memories is a kid calling him cool at a crosswalk, he's a loser, his villain foil is the boy who cried wolf, he's the in-universe fan favorite, he's the out-of-universe fan favorite, he's one of the leads in the musical with fully diagetic music and his associated instrument is guitar [no you cannot listen to the musical], his bf literally says "I can fix him" and ends up being right, he's punk, he's Italian and would pull a Luigi if given the opportunity, he has red eyes and fangs but he's not a vampire he just wants to think he's cool, he told the god of time to shut the fuck up, he's an artist but will never tell a soul, he's so incredibly cringe, one of his in-universe fangirls writes self insert fics about him, he looks just like his mom, he has to do his eyeshadow and nails on the bus to school or his dad will kill him, a crackship between him and his villain foil predates his canon ship
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Personal view, as someone who grew up in an abusive environment and is hyper-reactive to seeing children in distress or being mistreated by adults, including in fictional depictions, I never felt the kids in Harry Potter were in any danger from Snape. He’s bitchy and snarky, yes. But no more so than other teachers in Hogwarts. And from what I’ve experienced in the fandom, a lot of Snape fans are abuse survivors in some shape or form. He’s a complex character, and unlike a lot of fictional abuse survivors, he can actually be angry and rage. It’s very cathartic for people who have had to mask and suppress their negative emotions in real life.
It's curious how most Severus fans tend to be survivors of bullying or people who see themselves reflected in him because they went through similar experiences in school, or people who have experienced violence at home. Meanwhile, the haters are simply kids who have a terrible teacher and project that onto Snape, so they hate him.
If we're going to play the "I had terrible teachers, so I know how it feels" card, then I can use that too. Not only did I have terrible teachers—so bad that what they did was absolutely reportable and punishable—but in university, I even had professors who LITERALLY made students cry with their critiques. And yes, I’m very angry with those teachers. Even though I wasn’t always a direct victim, thinking about the teachers from my old school fills me with rage. And yes, whenever I’ve run into some of them on the street, I’ve made sure to say something to them in a super passive-aggressive way.
But the thing is, I don’t see any of them in Severus. Not a single one.
Severus has always reminded me of a literature teacher I had in my last years of school. He was a guy who taught classes to make some money while finishing his university doctorate—clearly, his goal was to be a researcher or teach at a university level. And you could tell from a mile away that he HATED having to teach teenagers. But hey, the school paycheck was good, right? I’m not going to blame him for that. The thing is, he had a degree in Philosophy and Literature and had a level way above that of a regular high school teacher.
I remember he was young. At the time, he seemed like an old man to me because when you're 16, anyone over 20 seems ancient, but he probably wasn’t even 35 yet. The thing is, he had no patience for nonsense. He hated childish antics in class, got annoyed by dumb questions, and if he explained something and someone asked the exact same thing two minutes later, he would clearly get irritated. I remember once a kid told him he had just read the latest Dan Brown novel, and this guy, with the most cunty smirk, said, "Well, I wouldn't know about that, Mr. X. I don't read mass-market literature." And it was like… lol why so mean? But I found it hilarious.
He was the only teacher who called us by our last names and never used informal speech, which was shocking to us because it never happened with other teachers. He rarely attended staff meetings or team dinners (a teacher who was actually abusive and spent entire classes physically humiliating 15-year-olds used to complain about that a lot). You almost never saw him interacting with other teachers because, honestly, I’ve always had the feeling that he thought his colleagues were idiots—and I don’t blame him. If I worked with that bunch today, I’d think they were idiots too.
Now, this guy was strict. Very strict. If you got a 4.9, he wasn’t giving you a 5, because you didn’t get a 5. He wasn’t going to be nice to you unless he thought it was strictly necessary. He wasn’t going to be warm, he wasn’t going to be friendly, he wasn’t going to be funny. He despised mainstream literature and bestsellers, believed certain books were absolute garbage, and thought people who only read that kind of stuff didn’t actually understand literature and lacked the braincells for it. You could agree or disagree with him, but his behavior wasn’t abusive.
Was he sometimes too blunt? Did he have incredibly sharp, sometimes unpleasant responses? Yes. And, funnily enough, this teacher was widely disliked precisely because he was one of the strictest ones. He was hated even more than the guy who groped female students or the one who called kids fat, gave them weight-loss tips, and told girls they dressed like prostitutes if they wore certain tops. But those guys used informal speech, gave you a 5 if you got a 4.6, and weren’t that strict, so people didn’t hate them as much.
That’s why Severus always reminded me of this guy. Ironically, I really liked him because I appreciated his sardonic, sharp humor, and he appreciated that I had read One Hundred Years of Solitude at 12 lol. But above all, he liked that, even though I never paid attention in his classes because I physically couldn’t focus on a lecture for more than 10 minutes, I never disrupted anything. I never got caught talking, never caused trouble—I was just drawing my stuff or reading things unrelated to the lesson, but I wasn’t bothering anyone.
And honestly, I think that’s all Severus wanted from his students: for them not to be a pain in his ass. And if he was an even bigger jerk to some, it was precisely because they got on his nerves the most.
The Weasley twins were total chaos and constantly acting like fools, yet they never have a bad word to say about Snape throughout the saga besides that he was kinda mean sometimes. Why is that? Maybe because they didn’t put the whole class in danger? Maybe because, while they were insufferable in the hallways, they knew they had to tone it down in Potions?
Only two people have a real problem with Severus as a teacher throughout the saga: one is Harry, who disrespects him from day one, constantly challenges him, talks back, breaks the rules, and does exactly the opposite of what Severus tells him. The other is Neville, who basically exists to give Severus seven consecutive nervous breakdowns in a single class.
That doesn’t make you an abuser—it makes you an adult who is sick to death of two pain-in-the-ass kids.
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i will admit i'm actually not that intense of a fandom person, which ik is lowkey crazy 2 say on tumblr or all places, so there are a few things that fandoms do that i personally dislike. but if there's one thing i genuinely hate it's people BABYING CHARACTERS.
literally any fandom i'm in or have drawn for has at least one. any content of goob i see is just people making him an idiotic 5 year old, more than half of the mugman fans i've seen or talked to just like babying him (bonus points if they demonize cuphead), way too many people treat gon like he's an absolute idiot without even basic elementary-level knowledge (did we watch the same anime??) and i'm not even gonna start on papyrus.
i don't know why, when, or HOW it was established that kinder, "sillier" characters are automatically softies with the brains of 2 year olds, but it's genuinely some of the corniest shit i've ever seen in my life. i don't know what's worse, this or the automatic "one's a softie one's their protector" thing people do with gay ships 😐😐.
#dandy's world#cuphead#hxh#undertale#genuinely makes me so mad#and these are only four of the MANY i could mention
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Why are younger brothers always the tallest 😭 He’s literally towering over his older sister. I’m the older sister and my 18 year old brother is a whopping 6’1. Then my 10 year old brother is almost 5’, THEN my youngest youngest brother makes sure to check if he’s taller than me everyday. Mind you he’s 7 years old and rubs it in my face that he knows he’ll be taller than me soon enough, while I stand at 5’1 at 22 years old.😭😭😭
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It’s not just any flannel, but the holiday family gathering flannel™️
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my outline for my 999 au!
(because there’s no way i’m actually going to actually finish this rip)
tldr: it's a death game on a boat, and nothing convoluted happens whatsoever!
Basically everything I had planned with giant spoilers for the Zero Escape series below!!!
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Protag!Ford POV
Teen!Ford gets kidnapped on his way to college, wakes up on a replica of the Titanic, gradually meets the other participants, Zero introduces themself + rules of the game
Preston (doesn’t get a codename cos lame rich asshole) gets blown up to establish stakes if participants don’t abide by the rules (aka bombs in stomach allegedly)
Snakeyes is way too similar to a certain estranged twin despite being an old man…
Puzzle time!
Guess who got murdered! Almost everyone!
Repeat 1-5, with a lil variation (not all bad ends are murders, some are merely Ford getting softlocked/unable to continue any further)
And again
And again
And again–
Ford gradually builds up subconscious memories that lead into a “true end”
Tri is the culprit of the murders to no one’s surprise
What do you mean this is 2013
What do you mean time travel is a thing
Everyone here is from different time periods
Oh god that old man really is Stanley
What do you mean quantum timeline divergence
What do you mean there’s alternative universes
What do you mean this is all to save his brother who is stuck in a similar game, ten years in Ford’s future but thirty years in the past
Ford is Zero??? Or rather his future self is
Tri is the Zero of that other game??? And he created the vlr!game to murder Stanley early before he ruins his plans?? Also the whole. Actually is a triangular demon that had been midway through tricking Zero!Ford before he suddenly switched to murdering Stan
The old Stanley in this game is a clone???? A robot clone of a Stan from another world????????? (partially why he’s way too chill about dying :(((( natural disposition when made aware that he’s a “fake” and knows he can’t go back to his world because he’s not the Stan who belongs there…), while he’s technically Zero’s accomplice, he’s working to try to contain the damage to only this dimension
This game exists to rewrite the reality of Bill's game, Tri/“Silas” hasn’t become vlr's Zero yet or even learnt of the Stan twins existence until this 999!game started (a paradox already formed and there’s no going back unless his memory is somehow erased), the answer Zero!Ford settled on to save his Stanley is a simple “have teen!Ford give mullet!Stan the answers” except he threw in “do it via a psychic connection that’s immune to the laws of space-time (aka morphogenetic field from the VNs) that they don’t have… yet!” (can’t ya like. Use phones or somethin…)
Have the chance to rewrite all of their fates from the get go at the risk of the sheer amount of unstable paradoxes collapsing literally everything, sea clone!Stan working to prevent that because despite his entire life, he knows that some form of him is happy in that world at last and will protect OG world + family at all costs
But Time Pirates CYA!Dipper was in the vlr game all along!!! (with an alt!Wendy as support) using the same trick aka the morphogenetic field connection to communicate between games with Mabel via Axolotl shenanigans!
Protag!Ford free to rescue mullet!Stan without fear of their plane of existence literally blowing up yippee!
Teen!Ford and mullet!Stan only having a moment to see each other before the connection is broken, and the exposition dump is finally over
Order of events
In origin 2012, the Stan twins beat Bill Cipher (in an offshoot of the OG verse, the CYA twins drive between time and space and meet the Axolotl)
In the Zero verse, midway through conning researcher!Ford, the Bill of this multiverse finds out that Stanley had managed to undo Weirdmageddon, doesn't know the details, but hey! Why don't we nip that problem in the bud?
Comes up with the most fucked up way, designed to crush both brothers mentally, vengeance now, wait for another sucker to build a portal in the future when all of the other Zodiac are firmly dead
In 1981 with the boat replica constructed by lingering Ciphertologist cultists, the game begins with mullet Stan and 7 random others, while researcher!Ford is stuck in isolated part of the boat as Bord takes over when he sleeps (ate so many sleeping pills)
Other participants all reach the end but at the last moment Stan gets tricked into entering a room (with the bait being his old photo of him and Ford) that reveals itself to be an incinerator
Only way to unlock the door is via an unsolvable puzzle/needs perpetual motion machine info, Bord uses this as a chance to mock Stan with the claim that Ford is behind this but Stan calls his bluff
At least 7 participants escape. maybe.
A day later, Ford wakes up in an escape room (the captain’s quarters of the boat), and after solving it, he then finds the tape recording what happened to his brother
Breakdown from guilt and grief, proceeds to come up with even more convoluted plan to save his brother, will refuse any other option and is focused on saving that specific Stan
Focuses obsessive research on space/time using some of his knowledge from partial construction of the portal, stealing from Time Cops and partially with Fiddleford's help (who has no idea of his true intentions)
Takes decades to prepare everything, resents the origin twins, but clone/duplicates instead of kidnapping OG!Stan to participate in the game cos didn’t truly want to harm him (you fool, your not-completely messed up intentions has left a Stan astray forever!!)
999!boat is a pocket dimension that's now a mess of time and space, a contradiction, simultaneous time periods at once, at risk of destroying the universe by merely existing
The timeline in the pocket dimension gets erased everytime teen!Ford “loses” and reset to the beginning where only he carries over subconscious memories (or so Zero!Ford believes)
The game is designed to force teen!Ford to interact with “Silas”, ensuring his younger self learns not to trust Bill the hard way (the entire game is basically a messed up form of self harm and endless grief)
The end goal is for teen!Ford to sync up with mullet!Stan’s mental state moments before death so he can access the morphogenetic field
But if teen!Ford does succeed then the giant paradox would mean it’s all for naught anyway!
????
Reveal that Dipper+Mabel got their own plan suckers!!! Offshoots of the origin verse twins who encountered a god (aka the choose your own adventure twins who got lost between time and space, and got enlisted by the Axolotl), possessing younger alt selves but will swap back + wake up in their original dimension without memories of these events aka original end when they met the Axolotl in the hidden page
Kids tricks Bord into thinking Mullet Stan died, got schrodinger cat-ed??? manages to stabilize multiple timelines at once (....don’t ask me the specifics), meaning in the end Zero!Ford failed as his Stan is still dead even though a new timeline was created
The end results in participants being sent home to individual timelines, time-space of this universe now looking more like a messed up amalgamation of 20 yarn balls knotted together
Clone!Stan stays with Zero!Ford + not letting him turn himself in to the Time Cops and now are on the run (he still gets occassional gifts for the Dipper+Mabel+Soos of that timeline even though they don’t know him and never will…)
Back on vlr!boat, there’s an 80s bro reunion, with the threat of Bill still lingering
Teen!Ford chooses to delay college for a bit while searching for teen!Stan, in truth hasn’t quite forgiven his Stan but doesn’t want to lose him
Clone!Stan notes:
More of a scifi-magic duplicate than a clone really
"Existential crisis + having his happy end ripped away from" time
Ends up at peace with himself, even if he and memories were fabricated, still real to him + remembers those past few years of happiness and knows that the real Stan is still out there living his life
Still fucking stressed as hell tho
Will piss Zero!Ford off by sarcastically calling him dad, is honestly freaked out that he’s only like. A few weeks old. And like. A magic robot????
His acting chops being pushed to the limits when confronted with teen Ford, a younger Mabel, a much older Soos (who’s more quieter and a bit more bitter even if it’s still his kind self) and of course Bill possessing a dead con artist’s body
Sometimes Zero!Ford asks him how he handled his grief from losing his Ford to the portal, the simple answer is that he didn’t and he’s the worst person to ask about moving on
And that's mostly it!!!
#blowing open this catbox with extreme prejudice#999 gf au#999 au#stan pines#ford pines#(this will... likely not make much sense)#(but honestly??? thats pretty true to the spirit of VNs)#from this you can instantly see what i mean by 'i wrote the beginning and end but definitely not the middle' haha#stanford pines#stanley pines
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Movie Werehog Idea
If I don't type this out it's going to drive me up a literal wall. It won't leave my fuckin head. So here we go! (ALSO IF ANYONE WANTS TO WRITE THIS KNOCK YOURSELF OUT. I'd love to see others interpretation of this idea)
Set right after the 3rd movie. Two months after the eclipse canon event, Sonic is kidnapped by gun (upon Rockwell's orders) while he was on a nightly run to think about Shadow. (This is so Sonadow, but tbh it doesn't have to be, in just desperate).
He is taken to a secret base where GUN starts tests on Sonic to make HIM into the weapon they want, since they 'lost' Shadow. Sonic fights tooth and nail, never shutting up and trying his best to drive the scientists nuts while he thinks of an escape plan. But before he could, he is injected with a substance GUN obtained from deep within the earth. They dubbed it 'Dark Gaia energy', thinking it's directly related to the old god Gaia.
Upon injection, sonic transforms painfully into his Werehog form, after this the tests grow more brutal. Combat, healing capabilities, bodily functions, they tested it all. Giving him a collar to keep track of his progress.
But when GUN brought in a live person (a prisoner on death row or something) to fight, Sonic refuses. No matter what they did, sonic didn't fight against the defenseless human. That is, until they activated a secret aspect of his collar, where it sends an intense amount of electrical energy mixed with dark Gaia energy. He blacks out after it, when he comes back to his senses, he was covered in blood and staring at the mangled body of the human prisoner.
Sonic grew quiet after that, his mind swimming with self hatred. About how he's to dangerous now, that he'll hurt others. And after he almost bit the arm off of a scientists, they attacked a muzzle to his head and gave him special gloves that his claws can't penetrate.
So while all THAT happens, Sonic is gone for half a year. His family tries to find him in any way they can, exploring around the world trying to find their blue blur. But no matter what they did, it was like he just vanished.
While on their search, they came across a very alive Shadow. The family was reluctant about the hedgehog at first, but shadow explained he had no intentions of harming then or anyone, and that he was sorry for his past actions. But upon learning Sonic was missing, shadow Insisted on helping find him. (After using the emeralds, they formed a connection of sorts. But that connection has a range so they can't always feel each other unless they're within 5 miles of each other)
So that's, kinda it tbh. I haven't thought much past that. I toyed with the idea of sonic finally breaking out and running, or his family and shadow figuring out where he is and go to rescue him. But nothing legit or solid.
OH!! and he isn't very big! Like he's bulky and fluffy, but not much taller than he usually is.
Well that's all I guess. Hope at least someone will find this interesting lmao
#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sonic movie 3#sonic fandom#sonic the werehog#werehog make brain happy#tsu talks#sonadow#movie sonadow#movie sonic#movie shadow
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Good thing Levi and Gortash become immortals and live for a long ass time, bc with the way these two behave, I have a feeling it would take them at least a century to actually mature enough to have a normal in-depth conversation.
#dark urge: levi#durgetash#family matters#like fr the most emotionally-mature person in this fam is their son#who loves them both to death but gods if they aren't bloody idiots#noah hits his 20s and realizes his parents are two silly gooses with murderous intents and delusions of world domination#they're so cringe it's embarrassing but he loves them anyway#i also have an idea of levi and noah totally deciding to have a crusade against bhaal&bane#bane bc if Gortash dies (emphasis on if) bane gets his soul#bhaal bc noah is a half-blooded bhaalspawn and grandpa Bhaal is annoying as hell#Gortash finds about it when 2/3 of his family is involved in some crazy shenanigans in another plane and has to stop everything at BG#to venture after them and ground both of them indefinitely#you'd think mr tyrant would be the mature one. but then i remember he KICKS the Chosen of Bhaal in the chins at the morphic pool and am lik#“no he is not. he is literally 5 years old”
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Why was he more excited about that damn guillotine gun than anything else in that dlc LMFAO
#assassin’s creed#ac unity#arno victor dorian#arno dorian#meme#GENUINELY HE LOOKS LIKE A 5 YEAR OLD GETTING A NERF GUN FOR THE FIRST TIME#THE WAY HE GOES FROM 🤨😐 WITH LÉON TO IMMEDIATELY 🤩 WHEN HE GETS THE GUN#LIKE HELPPPP#bro is going through it but that stupid guillotine gun literally brought the life back into him#I DONT THINK HE SMILED THAT BIG IN THE WHOLE FUCKING GAME LMFAO
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Prompt 201
So, Danny is definitely not running from a cop right now.
He’s also not been de-aged to like, eight years old or something and is running from said cop after hitting him in the kneecaps after he got caught maybe stealing a tire. Jazz- currently like twelve- would be so disappointed if that was the case after all, ha…
Oh Ancients both Jordan and Ellie (currently turned mini like he was) will laugh at him if he got caught and needed to be bailed out! He just needed a couple of tires to sell dangit! And no one would care if he stole a cop’s tires, this place’s police were all corrupt anyway if word on the street was to go by!
Go away, he was just trying to get money for food dangit!
#Dcxdp#Dpxdc#Prompts#Dick is just concerned for the small child who is running around with a knife in their back and trying to steal tires#De aged Danny#De aged Dan#De Aged Ellie#De Aged Jazz#The dannys are currently triplets lol#They are in fact in Bludhaven and not Gotham at the moment#They found part of a half built building that’s been abandoned for like an entire year at this point#It is now their home after they fixed it up a bit#Jazz was in fact very upset with Danny but also relieved he was okay#Until she sees the knife#”Ooh that’s why the police dude was trying to get me to stop running oops”#”DANNY!”#Dick can never let his siblings know he lost a literal 5 year old#It’s too late Barbara saw Everything
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I love bad art so much. I love when people just scribble and do random brush strokes and I love seeing artists just not care if the end result looks pleasing or good. I love when people do art just because it's fun.
#ive been seeing some ppl go “um i could do that”#and “my 5 year old child could do it better”#like! do you guys not understand art?#ive seen some tiktoks where people make bad art on puprose because its fun!#and people in the comments just arent understanding#“i dont understand art”#thats fine! but dont go around ruining the fun people are having while making their art#literally just saw a dude haphazardly draw a cat on a piece of cardboard#its clear hes not trying to make it perfect and its clear he doesnt care if it doesnt look like a cat#hes just doing it for fun#and idk#i really liked the drawing
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writing my little fanfic and coming to the horrifying realization that people will probably read Knuckles' voice with his new game voice or perhaps his movie VA instead of the only good one... the sa2.....
#im literally obsessed with this subject i have nothing new to say just that all the current knuckles VAs suck ass they should not be voicing#knuckles the only person who's come close was the renegade VA from prime and hes probably not coming back pleaseeee#please give my guy a good va pleaseee#please pleaplespleplepalepe#i cant take this low voice of a 5 year old man pleaseeee he is sixteen years old GOD#i just checked the renegade va is vincent tong MR TONG PLEASEEEEE#SEGA CALL HIM GOOD LOARD
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I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.
I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.
Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.
All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:
“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”
Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.
#(the quote is by Richard Woodville in his deathbed will; he was the last of the Woodville brothers to die)#elizabeth woodville#woodvilles#my post#to be clear I am not arguing that the death of an English gentry family name is some kind of giant tragedy (it absolutely the fuck is not)#I'm trying to put it into perspective with regards to what Elizabeth may have felt because we know her family DID feel this way#writing this kinda reminded me of how I am just not fond at all about the way Elizabeth's experiences in 1483-85 are written about#and the way lots so many of the unprecedentedly horrifying aspects are overlooked or treated so casually:#the seizure and murder of two MINOR sons and the illegal execution of another;#her sheer vulnerability in every way compared to all her queenly predecessors; how she was harassed by 'dire threats' for months;#how she had 5 very young daughters with her to look after at the time (Bridget and Katherine were literally 3 and 4 years old);#how unprecedented Richard's treatment of her was: EW was the first queen of england to be officially declared an adulteress;#and the first and ONLY queen to be officially accused of witchcraft#(Joan of Navarre was accused of her treason; she was never explicitly accused of witchcraft on an official level like EW was)#the first crowned queen of england to have her marriage annulled; and the first queen to have her children officially bastardized#what former queens endured through rumors* were turned into horrifying realities for her.#(I'm not trying to downplay the nightmare of that but this was fundamentally on a different level altogether)#nor did Elizabeth get a trial or appeal to the church. like I cannot emphasize this enough: this was not normal for queens#and not normal for depositions. ultimately what Richard did *was* unprecedented#and of course let's not forget that Elizabeth had literally just been unexpectedly widowed like 20 days before everything happened#I really don't feel like any of this is emphasized as much as it should be?#apart from the horrifying death of her sons - but most modern books never call it murder they just write that they 'disappeared'#and emphasize that ACTUALLY we don't know what happened to them (this includes Arlene Okerlund)#rather than allowing her to have that grief (at the very least)#more time is spent dealing with accusations that she was a heartless bitch or inconsistent intriguer for making a deal with Richard instead#it also feels like a waste because there's a lot that can be analyzed about queenship and R3's usurpation if this is ever explored properly#anyway - it's kinda sad that even after Henry won and her daughter became queen EW didn't really get a break#her family kept dying one by one and the Woodville name was extinguished. and she lived to see it#it's kinda heartbreaking - it was such a dramatic rise and such a slow haunting fall#makes for a great story tho
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