#A baby doesn't fix a relationship angel for fucks sake

[pizza-with-death-blog]

So the plot of season 3 has to be the second coming of Jesus right? So like. What if Aziraphale kidnaps the child intent on hiding it on earth and brings it to Crowley. Like ah yes raising the not-anti christ made our relationship stronger last time, and we're fighting now so let's just HAVE ANOTHER FUCKING BABY

[kinardsevan]

Good evening in advance, thank you for reading the ideas. 1. I've been thinking about a story where Buck and Tommy are in a relationship and about to move in together. But Eddie is questioning his sexuality, one night he is drunk or maybe training with Tommy and kisses him, Eddie apologizes and Tommy tells him that for the sake of his friendship with Buck he is not going to tell him about the kiss. But as fate would have it, someone (maybe Kim or Marisol) takes a photo of them and sends it to Buck, who in his insecurity creates a whole story in his head about how all this time Tommy and Eddie have been in a relationship with each other. backs. Buck goes to Bobby and Athena to cry and tell them about Tommy and Eddie's relationship, at first they don't believe it but Buck shows them the photo, they try to calm him down, but at that moment Tommy calls to find out where he had gone. Buck yells at her, and sends her the photo asking her how long he and Eddie had been cheating on him, how many times she had slept with him after being with Eddie. Tommy tries to explain, but Buck doesn't listen and hangs up. Buck asks Bobby for a transfer or a vacation to clear his head and rebuild the pieces of his heart since he sold his loft and has nowhere to go. Before leaving, Eddie goes to talk to him, Buck doesn't listen, tells him to save his excuses, throws him the key to the house he shares with Tommy while telling him to "be very happy and enjoy it." Eddie tries to grab him, but Buck struggles and maybe falls down the stairs. or they are on the street and a car hits them. or maybe you manage to get into your jeep and get into a car accident that causes a coma or amnesia. or leave Los Angeles, while Tommy looks for him like crazy until he finds him, forces him to listen to him, and they fix everything. Or it could be Tommy's ex-boyfriend instead of Eddie. Something very dramatic but with a happy ending for Buck and Tommy. PS: I've thought about it a lot since I saw that Eddie is capable of something as horrible as infidelity, but I don't know how to make a story myself, so if anyone likes the idea, feel free to use it. 🙂🙂 2.Maybe a story about sugar daddy and sugar baby or something with the theme of dominants and submissives as soulmates or something like that. 3. Or I've also been thinking about the world of sentinels and guides

Okay #1 definitely has me intrigued. Adding this to my list of things needing to be written. (I've got like 5 half-finished chapters right now begging me to finish them 😂😂😂😂)

#2 would be great in the right hands. have you read Million Dollar Baby? I feel like that story did it really well! Also I know that @evanbi-ckley is working on a dom/sub story that I'm super excited for. I have ideas (as in, general concepts, nothing further), but nothing currently on my list of to-be-written. As it is, i already have Spare Parts and the Unnamed Helicopter Crash fic that both are waiting for me to finish one of my current projects so that they can slot in. #3 ... I know zero about sentinels and guides? Someone who does should jump on it though! Original concepts are fucking hard to come by (its why I try to avoid throwing my hat in on popular tropes until I have my own version!).

[aemnd]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ blaze.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ a lil late. ‹3 but happy 𝟒/𝟐𝟎 to the angels who celebrate. !!! 🍃♡ྀི also... i'm high as shit rn so sry for any typos—i'll fix 'em later, mwa! 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜.

jus' thinkin' abt rafe celebrating 4/20 with his girl . <3

you're with your boyfriend that's still dealing at the time, some marijuana and some coke on the low, and you already know you're getting your little stash for free. rafe spends the last three days making sure he had the best, richest, and highest quality product of weed being shipped for his girl to smoke just in time for 4/20.

typically, rafe didn't let his girl consume any type of drug, even marijuana, and even the lightest of those fruity cocktails you love so much at the country club are just enough to get you drunk after only one or two, so he knows even with 4/20 quickly approaching, he's still going to keep a protective, and firm eye on you at all times.

especially now, since rafe is supposed to be inviting a few of his friends over at tannyhill since rafe's father and his new wife, rose, are on some far, far away vacation, which rafe couldn't give less of a fuck about, preferring to have tannyhill all to himself besides his little sisters, but he doesn't bother with them as much as he used to once he was in a serious relationship with you.

rafe even promised you that he would stop antagonizing the pogues, but only if they disrespect me first, he'd said in return, rather sulkily and reluctant, but he wanted to be a good boyfriend for you and he knew you didn't like violence of any kind.

once 4/20 finally came, you were already high as a cloud come noon, one of rafe's arms wrapped snuggly around your shoulders, tannyhill buzzing with a few people, but rafe doesn't really care about them right now, especially now with the way you're being all sweet and whiny for rafe's attention, acting all submissive and needy and breedable for your daddy—which, of course, rafe didn't mind at all, he liked you like this the most, so sweetly obedient and paying all of your attention on him and only him.

"yeah, princess? y'need somethin', hm?" he breathes teasingly into your ear, watching as your pouty, glossy lips (that tasted like cotton candy) smacked together noisily, making rafe smirk and his head was already quickly processing that you most likely needed a new refreshment.

without a care in the world about who was watching him and his girl, with you already in his lap comfortably, like the princess he always claims you are, sitting prettily and smiling dreamily, doe-like eyes heavy and red, long eyelashes fluttering slowly like a kitten, both freshly done and fluffy and making you appear like a perfect little doll, hanging all over your man as his big hands fondle your asscheeks under your pretty, little babydoll pink miniskirt that was covered with a layer of pretty white lace—my angel, rafe had complimented you earlier, making you all shy and bashful, like you usually were around your boyfriend.

"a'ight, baby… lemme − lemme go get you another water, and then we'll spark up again, yea?" rafe murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and smelling mostly of the overly intoxicating fragrance of the weed you'd all been taking turns taking hits from, mostly from fat blunts and the occasional little joint for the past few hours.

instantly, you breathily mewl in protest and hold onto your boyfriend tighter, arms wrapping around his neck, clinging to him like a little girl that clings to their father.

softly, rafe breathes a light, amused little chuckle, used to your neediness, but knowing you're being extra clingy right now due to the drug and the tiny, few sips of those fruity, alcoholic seltzers that taste like the sweetest thing you can imagine, something that rafe wrinkles his nose at every time he watches you drink them, but pretends to like them for your sake, though he prefers something… stronger.

usually, if it wasn't a special occasion, rafe would bring you to an empty bedroom in whichever house-party he usually brings you along to, with you hanging tightly (and anxiously) onto your boyfriend's arm, letting him lead you upstairs with a large, possessive hand on your lower back, practically resting on your plump, perky little ass, guiding you to some random room to make out for a bit.

and then, after rafe gets bored of just messily making out with you, he fucks your brains out until you're all 'babied brained'—as rafe has occasionally called it, though was actually subspace, but rafe wasn't that thoroughly educated, and again, didn't give a fuck about searching up what it meant when he fucks his girlfriend senseless and within an inch of her life.

of course, rafe could search it up, but it didn't truly interest him and he thought it was just normal, and besides, he already knew you enjoyed being coddled by him and doted on by him after sex, so he figured he didn't need to worry too much—plus, even if he didn't want to admit it, it was a win-win situation for the kook prince, with rafe needing to always hold onto some part of you, especially after being intimate together.

and again, rafe didn't mind your clinginess, practically relishing in it, his ego growing more and more the more he realized how codependent you were becoming on him.

back in the present, rafe feels you begin pressing glossy, sticky kisses all over the side of his face, leading down to his already marked-up neck, causing him to let out a soft, low grunt of frustration and arousal.

"baby," rafe gently chastises, already knowing your sparkly, clear lipgloss with the light undertone of pastel pink—and yes, you always give rafe a haul of every makeup product you buy, using his money, of course—but again, rafe doesn't mind, enjoying the fact that his obedient little princess was becoming so dependent on him for everything, always needing him for something, and rafe... rafe doesn't care what you need from him, if it's something serious or dumb, he'll be there within minutes.

however, in rafe's mind, it's as long as you remember that rafe is your man and you don't need to be calling anyone else for help—that's what rafe was there for, to take care of you and fuck your pretty little pussy, and someday, perhaps sooner rather than later, rafe will pump a large, scorching load into you, deep inside of your womb… that way, you'll never be able to leave him, rafe thinks.

rafe breathes out a small sigh, his thick, muscular arms still wrapped around you, possessively and obsessively, wanting to keep you as close as possibly—meanwhile, he starts his own sloppy, passionate kisses against your lips, smearing your pretty lipgloss against his own lips, tasting how sweet you are, but once again, rafe doesn't give fuck, and he won't give a fuck when you complain to him that you have to reapply your lipgloss again, even though you do so every five minutes anyways.

"lemme jus' go get you another water, sweetcheeks," rafe coos against your lips, suppressing a smile at your instant pout, but quietly observes as you silently and simply crawl off of his lap, sitting to the side of him on one of the usual balcony outdoor furniture sofa's, it was a wooden wicker sofa with plush, probably thousands of dollars worth of cushions that rafe dragged you along to sit with him, but you didn't care, impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to come back to you.

it barely takes five minutes for rafe to return back to you, but there you sit, scrolling through your phone with a cute, bored pout on your plump lips, a fresh coat of your sugary lipgloss already applied, making your lips look extra kissable.

swiftly, rafe takes his seat back down next to you, opening the fresh water bottle for you, a hand going to your lower back casually, while his free hand guides the water up to your mouth, not even having to say anything, already watching as you perk up a bit and lean forward, taking a few eager sips, giving your boyfriend a grateful smile once he sets the water down beside himself when you finish.

with long, deft fingers, and a gorgeous, shiny golden ring decorating his index finger with the cameron family's symbol, rafe easily pulls out a freshly rolled, thickly stuffed blunt from behind his ear, already pulling out a lighter and swiftly lighting the end of it, curling one of his large, calloused hands around the newly burning tip so the spring breeze wouldn't blow out the cherry of the freshly rolled blunt.

"where'd you get that?" you hum curiously, a dreamy, pretty smile curling across your freshly coated glossy lips, already pressing yourself back into rafe's side, one of his thick, tanned arms thrown over your shoulders, keeping you close against him as he stuffs the lighter into the pair of his typical black nike shorts he'd been wearing since the weather has been warm and beautiful, summer coming quicker than you'd thought.

"rolled this f'us when i went inside to grab you a fresh water," rafe explains nonchalantly, still high off of the weed, but also the few bumps of coke he snorted just minutes ago, grabbing his girl his personal stash of the best quality of weed he had, saving it for you, knowing you were gonna beg him to let you smoke once 4/20 came—and strangely, the longer he'd been around you, and the fact that you two have been dating for a few months, the oldest cameron sibling was growing more and more attached to you as time passed, giving nearly into your every whim, no matter your request.

unless, of course, your request had something to do without him.

"you wanna shotgun this with me, baby?" rafe purrs lazily, taking a long hit of the cherry flavored blunt that was currently between his soft, pink lips, still slightly sticky from your previous kisses.

you let out a small, happy noise of agreement, nodding your head gently as you wrap both of your arms around rafe's non-dominant arm, feeling his muscles rippling every time he moved to be closer to you, his pretty girl.

and then, then you see rafe take another long drag, before casually leaning over you completely, pressing you down slightly against the back of the outdoor sofa, a hand holding the burning blunt between two fingers, while his other, much more dominant hand is now curled around your throat, holding you in place with a firm, but gentle grasp as he easily, and slowly, blows the smoke from his lungs into yours—your long, fluffy mink lashes fluttering prettily as the dizzying smoke fills your lungs and clouds your brain, making you smile another dreamy, happy smile.

meanwhile, before you even have time to respond, rafe is kissing you once more—again, this time more deeply, messily, mouth opened as his tongue sucks and plays with yours, humming in content after a long moment once he pulls back, an amused smirk on his kiss-swollen lips, similar to your own swollen lips, your lips smeared with your lipgloss once again, but you don't really care this time.

"this some good shit—huh, baby?"

[sakis-sweets]

Uh idk if you still do headcanons n stuff but can you make some for the shopkeepers of 1980s Mode? I really love them to death! It's alright if you can't

did i ever do headcanons for characters alone? i know there was a time when people asked my opinion on different pairings but idk about headcanons for characters all by themselves, but i can try! (they kinda talk a lot about familial/platonic/romantic relationships but i tried to keep it central to the character)

Hardware Store clerk: definitely a butch lesbian. her dad has a car shop and she probably got her scar in an accident while she was helping him out, and now he won't let her near a car out of guilt so she works at the hardware shop instead. she doesn't own that shop but she's on track to buy it from the owner when they retire, and then she'll give her dad a discount if he's still working. her mom is still in the picture she's just a daddy's girl. no siblings probably. she doesn't like cars that make a lot of noise, thinks it devalues the car.

Manga Store clerk: maybe bi with a preference for men? her family is probably embarrassed by her so she doesn't talk to them much. she's just happy doing her thing even if people look down on her. she finds friends in her comics so who needs the real world? of course her tune would change quickly if she found friends that would accept her but that is unlikely. her favorite genre is heart-wrenching slice of life stories like clannad, but she'd probably like angel beats too despite the supernatural elements. she doesn't judge other people because she doesn't like being judged, but she doesn't hold it against others for judging her either, because that's what's considered normal. she's just in her own little world not giving a fuck haha

Hair Salon clerk: no label bc she doesn't even think about things like that. she's probably a sociopath; pure logic, no empathy. she has some shallow friendships to keep up appearances and is in contact with her family. hair cutting is the easiest way for her to be in close contact with sharps without setting off alarm bells. murderous chefs are a common trope, but murderous hairstylists? definitely not. her parents want her to get married and she's considered it just for the sake of seeming normal but decided it would be too inconvenient and risky. i wanna say she lives vicariously through ryoba but didn't yandev say they fell out of touch after ryoba kidnapped jokichi? i don't strictly remember

Lingerie Store clerk: 100% straight but can never get a good guy. permanent rose-tinted glasses. good guys run because of her job (1980's Japan can't be all that sex-positive) but bad guys know she's easily exploited. her friends hear about her guy problems all the time but they don't give her advice (she ignores it) and are just there for her. she's the sweetest and nicest person in their group (but not the designated mom friend) so they're content to deal with her frequent breakups. her sense of style is impeccable and she likes to help her friends with buying clothes a lot. will she ever find true love???

Electronic Store clerk: married girlboss, childless bc she wants to focus on her career. she's very calm and makes people feel relaxed, i.e. more vulnerable to large electronic purchases. her husband is very proud of her but he does make more from his boring desk job so his ego is safe. she's the mom friend in the lingerie store clerk's group (another reason she says for not having kids: "i already have to raise my friend, we can have a baby once she marries a nice man") and is the least girly in the group, but only because everyone else is super femme. they've all been friends since college. very good at selling technology, not very good at working it or fixing it.

Game Store clerk: would probably be best friends with manga clerk, maybe more, but they never cross paths. also definitely a lesbian. very whacky/quirky, energetic, and because of that most people find her annoying and geeky and won't associate with her. she hosts DND and is a great dm; nerd guys think romantically of her when they meet her bc she's a nerd girl but quickly lose interest when they get to know her, so she has a lot of guy friends. she's not super concerned about meeting anyone romantically, she's just happy with her DND groups and her games. thinks she'll help pioneer a new generation of fine entertainment.

Convenience Store clerks: this is when i remembered mulberry made posts for all of the 1980's clerks and rushed to see if i had missed any canon info, luckily i didn't, except for these two, there actually is information but it seems to rely on pre-existing knowledge that i do not have. what twins in 202X is she referring to?? i think they're friends.

Gift Store clerk: very shy, trying to figure herself out. tries a new aesthetic every couple months but can never find the right one. hoping to find the perfect outfit that will magically make her confident and likeable. works at a gift shop to fund her expensive shopping hobby, but her parents also spoil her rotten and help her out. still lives at home, no higher education. hoping for a dramatic college debut once she finds herself.

hope these are alright!