#I’m so happy he’s happy and has a family and a life

[sweetdispatch]

First impression - C. Bedard

Next door hearts pairing: Connor Bedard x Hughes!reader summary: You invited Connor to spend the weekend with you and your brothers were watching his every move to make sure he's the right guy for you warning: none note: ahh so sorry my love @toasttt11 for the wait☹️but i hope you like it!!!!

After the conversation with your brothers who begged you to invite Connor, you were thinking about it. As much as you wanted to see him, you didn’t want to take him away from his family. All season he barely saw them and you really wanted him to spend the time with them. You didn’t want to sound selfish and ask him to come. Later that day, you called him and he could tell that your mind was somewhere else.

“What’s going on in your pretty head?” Connor asked you.

“It’s just my brothers” You sighed. 

“Talk to me, maybe I can help you” Connor proposed. 

“It’s just… they asked me to invite you here and as much as I want you here I don’t want to take your time. I want you to spend the time with your family” You admitted.

“I would love to come. It’s been a month since we saw each other and I miss you. It would be my pleasure to see you and meet your family” Connor told you.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you” 

“I’m sure but if you don’t want me there, I understand” 

“Oh I want you here, trust me” You told him with a smile. 

“Then I guess we’ll see each other soon” Connor told you and changed the topic to tell you about the day he spent with his friends. 

You made plans with Connor and next week he was coming to see you. You told your family about it and they all were excited to meet him. Although you were scared of this because you know your brothers and you knew that they’ll be investigating Connor’ every move. You tried to think a lot about it and just enjoy the fact that you’ll see your boyfriend. 

The day has arrived. You went to pick up Connor from the airport. All your worries about this weekend disappeared when you spotted him. You ran into his arms and felt safe like never before when he hugged you. You stood there for a moment until you pulled away and kissed his lips. 

“I missed you” You told him. 

“I missed you too. I’m so happy to see you again” Connor said and grabbed your hand. 

Whole way back to your home you two were catching up with the last month. It was so fresh to have Connor by your side again. When you parked the car in the driveway, you felt the need to warn him about your brothers. You didn’t want to be surprised by their reaction and behaviour. 

“Before we go there I need to tell you about my brothers. They’re super protective and I’m pretty sure they’ll be watching you very closely but don’t be scared, they’re harmless or at least I think. They might ask you a hundred questions…” Before you could continue, Connor interrupted you. 

“Don’t worry it’s gonna be alright” Connor squeezed your hand. 

You two left the car and wished to have Connor’ excitement. You were nervous about this because you simply didn’t trust your brothers. You were sure they were gonna do or say something stupid and this might affect your relationship. Connor opened the door for you and you entered. In the speed of light your brothers appeared. 

Thankfully you could avoid the awkward meeting since your brothers knew Connor and Connor knew them but they were looking very closely between you and Connor. They didn't say a word except for hey and you were happy that for now, they left you two alone. You grabbed his hand and took him to your room.

For the rest of the day, you were laying in your bed with Connor talking about plans for the next few days. No one was bothering you and you were living in your own bubble until Luke told you that the dinner was ready. You took a deep breath and with Connor you went downstairs. The show is about to start, you thought to yourself. 

The dinner went smoothly. Your parents were talking with Connor about his life but your brothers didn’t say anything. They were looking at you and Connor and how you two were acting with each other. You knew that they were judging him and how he’s behaving with you. You barely ate anything from the nerves and Connor noticed this. He whispered into your ear that you need to eat or you’re gonna be dizzy like he was the other day in Chicago and you giggled. 

With that, your nerves disappeared. Your head started replaying the moment when it was just you and him in Chicago and you were eating dinner in front of tv but Connor got so caught up in telling you a story about what happened on a roadie that when he stood up, he was dizzy. It was a cute situation and it helped you to calm down. Your brothers noticed that after he said something to you, you started eating and they smiled a little bit that he has a positive impact on you. 

The next day, you two were laying in the garden. Connor was laying on his back and you were on top of him. His arms were placed on your back. It wasn’t much talking between you two. Just enjoying the time you have together. You two understood each other without words. Jack saw you two and wanted to interrupt whatever you were doing when he saw Connor’ hands on you but stopped when he noticed the smile that was on your lips. Jack knew you and knew that it was a genuine smile. He smiled to himself, seeing you happy. 

After dinner, you and Connor went to the living room to watch a movie with Luke. You and Connor sat on the couch meanwhile Luke took the armchair. You cuddled into Connor and Luke was lurking on you two from time to time. In the middle of the movie, he saw that Connor fell asleep and his head was laying on your thighs. You were looking at his sleeping figure while running your hand through his hair. Luke was delighted to see you this happy with Connor and knew that you don’t care about the movie anymore. The only thing you cared about was the boy sleeping on your legs. 

Late evening you were craving something sweet but you were too lazy to go downstairs for ice cream. That’s why Connor decided to go and grab them for you. When he was in the kitchen, Quinn appeared next to him. He spotted that Connor is making your favorite ice dessert. This melted his heart that he knew you that well. 

“You're a good guy Connor” Quinn suddenly said. “My sister is really happy with you”

“Thanks. I want to be the best guy for her. She deserves it” Connor smiled shyly. 

“You know, when she told us that she’s dating a hockey player we weren’t the happiest. We wanted to meet you and see if you’re good for her. This might sound weird but me, Jack and Luke had been watching you two and I don’t think I ever saw her this happy” Quinn admitted.

“I get it, she’s your younger sister and you are protective over her and I don’t blame you but I really like her and I care about her deeply. I want to be the reason she’s smiling every day” Connor told him.

“You better be or we’re gonna have a problem” Quinn joked. “Now go to her before she’ll be mad that her ice cream are melted” 

Connor walked into the bedroom and handed you a bowl. You kissed his cheek and grabbed a spoon to eat them. He looked at you and smiled widely. He was happy to have you. 

“I think your brothers accepted me” Connor said out of nowhere. You stopped eating and looked at him. 

“What do you mean?” You asked him confused. 

“I was talking with Quinn in the kitchen and he said that he never saw you this happy like you’re with me” You blushed at his words. 

“He wasn’t lying. I’m the happiest person when you’re by my side” You confessed. 

“And I’m the happiest person to have you in my life” Connor kissed your forehead. 

You were thankful that your brothers accepted Connor. This meeting was scary for you but turns out to be the best decision. Smile couldn’t disappear from your face when Quinn gave Connor a blessing from their side and doesn’t make problems over the fact that you’re dating a hockey player. You knew that from now on you don’t have to hide anything from your brothers and can proudly talk about your boyfriend to them. 

[tobiosbbyghorl]

Hyper&Chill | psh

act 26: surprise?

It was supposed to be a normal day—just a casual lunch date with Sunghoon. But then, in true Park Sunghoon fashion, he decided to drop life-changing news on you like it was nothing.

“Oh, by the way,” he said between bites of his sandwich. “We’re going on vacation with my family next weekend.”

You blinked. Then blinked again.

“…I’m sorry. What?”

Sunghoon chewed, completely unbothered. “Yeah. My parents invited us. It’s a three-day trip to a resort.”

You nearly choked on your drink. “Three days?! With your parents? Sunghoon, that’s huge!”

He finally looked up at your panicked expression, tilting his head. “Why are you freaking out?”

“Because this is my first time meeting them! I have to make a good impression—oh my god, what if they don’t like me? What if I say something dumb? What if—”

“Babe.” Sunghoon reached across the table, squeezing your hand. “They’re gonna love you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You don’t know that.”

He smirked. “Yes, I do. They already do, and they haven’t even met you yet.”

You sighed dramatically. “I need to prepare. I need to pick outfits. I need to bring gifts—”

Sunghoon leaned in, grinning. “So you’re saying you want them to love you?”

You scowled, snatching your hand back. “Shut up.”

You should have known Sunghoon’s family would be intimidatingly attractive.

—

When you arrived at the luxury resort, his parents and younger sister, Yeji, were already waiting in the lobby.

His mother beamed when she saw you. “Oh my goodness, Y/N! You’re even prettier in person!”

You instantly bowed, nerves kicking in. “It’s so nice to meet you! Thank you for inviting me.”

His dad smiled warmly. “No need to be so formal. We’re happy to have you.”

Yeji, who was basically Sunghoon’s female clone, gave you an approving once-over before nudging her brother. “She’s so polite! Where did you find her?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Relax, Yeji.”

Just as you were about to respond, a tiny white ball of fur launched itself at Sunghoon’s legs.

“Gaeul!” Sunghoon laughed, crouching to scoop up their family puppy.

The fluffy dog wiggled excitedly before spotting you—then immediately ran toward you.

“Oh my gosh—hi!” You giggled, crouching down as Gaeul jumped into your arms, licking your face.

Sunghoon’s mom gasped. “She likes you already! That never happens so fast.”

Sunghoon smirked. “She has good taste.”

Your heart fluttered at how naturally warm his family was. You really wanted to make a good impression now.

“Oh! I actually brought something for you all.” You quickly opened your tote bag, pulling out the gifts you carefully picked out—a box of luxury tea for his mom, premium coffee for his dad, a cute bracelet for Yeji, and gourmet dog treats for Gaeul.

Their faces lit up.

“This is so thoughtful!” His mom gushed.

“You didn’t have to,” his dad chuckled.

Yeji, holding up the bracelet, smirked at Sunghoon. “Okay, I really like her.”

Sunghoon just grinned proudly. “Told you.”

The resort was stunning. Nestled between the mountains and the beach, it had private villas, infinity pools, and an entire spa.

Your villa was right next to Sunghoon’s family’s. It had a gorgeous ocean view and a massive king-sized bed that Sunghoon flopped onto the moment you walked in.

You crossed your arms. “Comfortable?”

He stretched like a cat, grinning. “Very.”

You shook your head, setting your suitcase down. “I can’t believe I’m spending three days with your family.”

Sunghoon sat up, smirking. “And you were worried.”

“I still am!”

He pulled you onto the bed beside him, wrapping his arms around you. “You’re doing amazing so far, LoLove.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname.

“…You’re lucky I like you.”

Sunghoon laughed, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

You didn’t expect to blend in with Sunghoon’s family so easily.

You helped his mom in the kitchen villa, laughed at his dad’s jokes, bonded with Yeji over skincare, and even took Gaeul for a walk on the beach with Sunghoon.

At one point, you caught Sunghoon just watching you interact with his family—smiling, chatting, fitting right in.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He blinked, snapping out of his trance. “…Nothing.”

Yeji smirked, nudging him. “Sunghoon, you’re so whipped.”

His ears turned red. “Shut up.”

—

The next morning, you all headed to the private beach.

Sunghoon, of course, showed up in a sleeveless shirt and swim trunks, looking unfairly attractive.

You playfully nudged him. “You’re really flexing, huh?”

He smirked. “It’s not my fault you keep staring.”

You rolled your eyes. “Cocky.”

“Honest.”

You both spent the day swimming, playing beach volleyball, and lounging under the sun. At one point, you and Yeji teamed up against Sunghoon and his dad in a game.

Yeji whispered, “Let’s destroy them.”

You grinned. “Absolutely.”

(You both won, much to Sunghoon’s dismay.)

After dinner, Sunghoon’s dad pulled you aside.

You panicked for a second. Was this a serious talk? Was he about to say he didn’t approve of you.

Then he pulled out his phone.

“I thought you’d enjoy this,” he said, grinning.

You looked at the screen—and immediately gasped.

It was a baby picture of Sunghoon. Tiny, chubby, pouting at the camera.

“Oh my god.” You beamed. “He was so cute!”

His dad laughed. “I have plenty more.”

“Please send them to me.”

Sunghoon, returning from the kitchen, frowned. “What’s going on?”

You hid the phone behind your back, grinning. “Nothing~”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like that tone.”

You smirked, whispering, “I love your dad.”

—

On the last night, as you and Sunghoon stood by the shore watching the sunset, he slipped his hand into yours.

“See? Told you they’d love you.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “Yeah. I think I love them, too.”

Sunghoon kissed your forehead. “You’re stuck with us now, LoLove.”

And honestly?

You didn’t mind at all.

—

The car ride home was peaceful, the soft hum of the engine filling the air as you scrolled through your phone. Sunghoon, behind the wheel, glanced at you, his free hand resting comfortably on your thigh.

“You look too happy for someone who just left a vacation,” he teased.

You smirked. “Oh, I am happy.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “What did you do?”

Instead of answering, you subtly tilted your phone towards him—just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your new lockscreen.

Sunghoon’s jaw dropped.

“Wait.” His head snapped between you and the road. “Is that—”

“A baby photo of you?” You grinned. “Yes.”

He groaned, gripping the wheel tighter. “Oh my god.”

You giggled, unlocking your phone and showing him the full image—tiny Sunghoon, chubby cheeks, big pout, wrapped in a blanket.

Sunghoon let out a deep sigh. “I knew my dad was up to something.”

“Oh, he was,” you confirmed. “And now, thanks to him, this is my new favorite photo in the world.”

He shook his head, ears turning red. “You love embarrassing me, don’t you?”

“I love baby Sunghoon.” You leaned closer, teasing, “I mean, look at you! You were so cute. What happened?”

Sunghoon shot you a deadpan look. “Get out of my car.”

You burst out laughing. “You’re literally driving me home.”

He groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate this.”

You kissed his cheek, grinning. “No, you don’t.”

Sunghoon sighed in defeat, but the small smile tugging at his lips said otherwise.

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[mollywog]

Hi!

I can't stop thinking about this scenario i'm your complicated universe:

Burdock is now showing off his granddaughter.

Thank you for letting me know: I’m so tickled!! It inspired me to write a small addition.

For context, Complicated is an in-Panem AU where Mr. Everdeen lives and this would have happened anyway happens much sooner.

Shout out to all who suggested names for the Toastbaby girl for this universe!

Haymitch first saw the girl at the Hob when she was just a baby. Burdock was so proud of her, toting her everywhere. Katniss soon outgrew his arms, trailing behind him with her own scrawny squirrels on her belt, until she was striding beside him with just as much to show as her old man.

They’d never mended the old wound, he and Burdock, but he still paid particular attention to the Everdeens. That way, if Lenore Dove’s ghost ever came to him, he’d be able to tell her of her kin— at least that’s what he told himself.

And recently there’d been a new branch added to the family tree.

Haymitch had watched the girl— Katniss, over the last several months as her belly’d swelled near splitting, until he’d worked himself up worrying it’d be twins— but then he’d learned the father was one of Otho’s boys and her size had made sense.

He’s heard she delivered— a healthy little girl, but it’s just luck that he’s at the Hob today when Burdie arrives, his bundle in tow.

He doesn’t see her right away, just the unmistakable pride on his old friend’s face as he introduces her around.

Haymitch has no reason to linger, his business with Ripper complete, but he can’t resist the urge to get a peek of the girl and any information he can glean, so he sidles up to Sae’s stall and sits at the booth. He ignores the old woman’s raised brow, carelessly pulling a fistful of coins from his pocket. Gone is the bribe and the questioning looks as the bowl of something he rather not contemplate slides across the counter. He hunches over the stew, running his spoon through the sludge, straining his ears to catch crumbs as Burdock moves closer.

Bits and pieces of conversations float over the chatter and Haymitch’s chest tightens at the sound of his friend's voice, so achingly familiar and comforting despite all the years, until the girl’s name shakes him out of his revelry.

Olive?

He scoffs, frowning at Sae’s knowing smirk.

Like the food? He supposes it’s an improvement from the tuberous roots for which mother and grandfather are named…

But no, it’s not just a food. He turns the name over again. It’s a color— green— a dark yellowish green like the moss that’s begun to grow over Lenore Dove’s grave stone, though he doubts that’s what the happy parents were imagining when they picked it. Still a nod to Burdie’s family perhaps? But color alone does not a Covey name make. He briefly wonders if there’s a ballad of Olive Mellark.

He really hopes not.

But there’s still something that nags at the back of his muddled mind. He closes his eyes to clear his head, but instead an image floods his memory: the floor of a Justice building on his tour long ago— a mosaic depicting a bird with a bough — no, that's not quite right— a dove with an olive branch.

He breaks into a sweat and his stomach rolls. Unbidden, his eyes seek out the source of his distress; the tiny girl, swaddled in a dove colored blanket, with a muted orange ribbon accenting the scalloped edge.

It’s as if someone has walked over his grave— no, not his— Lenore Dove’s— but aren't they the same thing? They’re a matched pair, mated for life, more married than any piece of paper could make them. And that girl is his kin too. Beloved and endangered if he cannot fulfill his promise to Lenore Dove.

“Don’t you . . . let it . . . rise . . . on the reaping”

He stands abruptly, knocking the stool over in his wake. He gives the girl— no, Olive, one final look before retreating back to his house. He won’t waste another minute; There’s work to be done.

[daggerandrose]

If my 1d moots haven’t noticed recently, I’ve been focusing more on the 911 lone star fandom than 1d especially when it comes to fics.

I think it's the combination of the boys being in the middle of their projects and Liam's death still sinking in, but I’ve struggled to bring myself to read a 1d fic for a while. I’ve saved a ton to my tbr, but I’m currently finding joy with tarlos fics.

Even though 28th appreciation started to highlight fan works in the 1d fandom, I’m going to extend the love to lone star because I’ve found so much happiness and comfort with this fandom and these fics.

As always, please leave comments/kudos!

🚒 The Ticket, 3.8k, by @goodways

“Can I be there when you tell Carlos you broke the law?” Marjan asks like it’s her idea of an ideal weekend. “Yeah, I bet he might know the cop that pulled you over,” Judd suggests. TK braces himself with one arm on the rig. “Carlos was the cop that pulled me over.” Everyone looks at him in stunned silence. “Damn,” Paul says. “That’s cold.” * TK gets a speeding ticket and is not very happy about it.

🚒 Knight in Shining Armor, 5.2k, by @doublel27

"God, look at him. So young." "Kid's a hero too apparently. Heard he got hurt saving a little boy." "He would have been better off if they'd never brought him back from that cardiac out in the snow." "Yep, now he gets to torture the friends and family for another three days." "Three days? I've seen one go for three weeks." [...] "Well, either way, at this point it's a matter of when, not..." or The morning after TK wakes up, the nurses from the previous day are back. Carlos is not having it. A story told in two parts.

🚒 so sick of online love, 7k, by @strandnreyes

When Carlos met TK, he knew for a fact he was never going to have to worry about the dating scene again. He didn’t foresee having to patrol various dating apps in order to catch a criminal, or that his husband would be so invested in ensuring Carlos is a total catch for the single men of Austin.

🚒 Come Sail Away, 26.4k, by @chicgeekgirl89

When the crew of the super yacht Firebug finds themselves in need of a new chef, stew Iris Blake is quick to provide them with a solution: her ex, Carlos Reyes. Second stew T.K. Strand is prepared to share his cabin with their new chef, but he is not prepared for how quickly Carlos Reyes heats things up in the galley. Will their boatmance set sail? Or will it sink to the bottom of the Caribbean Sea?

🚒 fake it till you make it, 33.4k, by falloutmars

“We should get married,” Carlos says, glancing fleetingly over the frame of his glasses at TK. Within a second, he’s looking back at his book, his finger toying with the corner of the next page as if he didn’t just drop that bomb. His tone is casual; that’s what hits TK. He might as well have shrugged with it as if to say “eh, whatever” when TK doesn’t think his heart has ever beat this hard and fast. It’s racing. It would be impossible to count because it’s practically thudding at the speed of light, but he sits next to his best friend on the sofa, his legs thrown over Carlos’ lap and a blanket over them both, and pretends this is completely normal. — in which Carlos suggests marriage to his best friend with a whole host of logical reasons and TK can't seem to say no. A fake marriage journey.

🚒 secret moments in a crowded room, 52.2k, by @strandnreyes

The greatest performance of their careers is the one the public has no clue about. Or, the Golden Age of Hollywood AU

🚒 Never Too Late, 66.1k, by @welcometololaland

Beautiful, serious and studious Carlos Reyes has incredible college grades and a lacklustre love life. Unfortunately for his younger sister, family rules dictate that she can’t bring her boyfriend to their older sister's wedding unless Carlos brings a date. A plan is hatched, the scene is set and strings are pulled to orchestrate a romance. However, Romeo comes in the form of TK Strand, and TK's never been particularly good at following the script of a love story. OR The Tarlos adaptation of 10 Things I Hate About You.

🚒 Somewhere in a Song, 123k, by @paperstorm

Fresh out of rehab for drug and alcohol addiction, lead singer TK and his band Stranded are pushed into a tour he's not sure he's ready for. To combat the bad press from his very public hitting of rock bottom, his label suggests they take up-and-coming country singer Carlos along with them. Between TK's still healing wounds and closeted Carlos's fears that his parents don't support his musical career, a rocky start might turn into finding exactly what they both need.

🚒 Teach You How Forever Feels, 132k, by @three-drink-amy

Alone and struggling in New York after the death of his mother, TK is left with custody of his five-year-old brother, Jonah. With Owen's encouragement, TK moves to Austin for a fresh start, questioning every move he makes as he's thrust into the role of parenthood. But it all leads him to Jonah's new school where he meets Carlos Reyes, the kindergarten teacher. Between pick up and school meetings and chance run ins, TK can't help but feel something for him, even though he knows it can't happen.

🚒 Love Game, 142.9k, by @welcometololaland

Love Game: when a player wins a game without allowing their opponent to score a single point. Since that fateful US Open semi-final, there have been two words used to describe TK Strand: 'unfulfilled potential'. There's a chance for redemption in there somewhere, and TK is willing to do whatever it takes to fight his way back. Carlos Reyes finds himself in New York City due to the widely held belief that although he's rocketed up the ATP rankings, he'll never be good enough training out of Austin. Carlos might be Austin all the way down to his bones, but he also wants to win. OR The tennis AU that no one asked for, but I wrote anyway, because I love tennis and I also love feelings.

[cheemscakecat]

I have a headcanon that the reason Jestrellabraum told Ford “You have the face of the man destined to defeat Bill.” is because he needed to believe he had a chance. So he would keep moving, and end up exactly where and when the portal reopened.

To me it always felt like Stanford thinks he’s an awful person for ever trusting Bill. And that the only way to redeem himself is to kill Cipher. He didn’t believe he could be forgiven by strangers or family or God, not without fulfilling this mission.

Ford has an ego, but it’s fed by insecurities and self doubts and the weight of his mistakes. He didn’t understand that it was far worse to be distant and cold to Stan than to admit his past with Bill.

Anyone else would be able to see he’s sorry he trusted that monster, and trying to make up for it. That he’s a good person despite his flaws, but Stanford didn’t get that. It’s wasn’t good enough, nowhere near good enough.

To me, the Oracle was told to speak that way by God, or I guess the Axolotl (I’m Christian)

Ford needed to be guided towards Stanley, not succeed in his self-inflicted redemption. But if he was told he wouldn’t be the one to kill Cipher, it would absolutely crater him. If he can’t redeem himself, what hope is there?

I’m sure she wanted to tell him that he isn’t required to defeat Bill to be a good person. God doesn’t want him to put himself through that. And that she, despite being a former henchmaniac, found peace and redemption without a mission like his.

But it wouldn’t have worked. He wasn’t ready and she wasn’t the right person for the job. Ford needed to stop pushing people way and be saved by the person he hurt the most.

Stanford needed to be safe in Gravity Falls, with Cipher finally locked away where he couldn’t torment him again. Needed to see his family still love him after reading the book of Bill, reading what happened to him.

That, and Stan languished for 30 years looking for his twin. His mission needed to actually succeed. Even if Ford didn’t react well to it, him being back would at least take some of the stress and sleep deprivation away.

Stanley needed to know he’s a good person too, he felt like a screw up his whole life. And personally defeating Cipher would make it a little easier to stomach the Book of Bill. “Yes Ford got abused, but I shattered the monster who did it into a million tiny pieces.”

Also Stan being safe in Gravity Falls for 30 years, instead of homeless and getting hunted down by old enemies. Not being in conflict with the local cryptids, having Soos and Wendy around as an encouragement, people who care.

Now Stan has his brother in case anyone from his past does try to get him on their trip. He gets to finally sail, and knows wherever Bill is, he’s not happy snd trying to hide it.

Anyways, enough of me yapping.

You know what this has been taking over my thoughts for a while so might as well get it out. This is going to be long so buckle up if you want.

There's something I never see mentioned in fics or anywhere else and that's the fact that Stanford was homeless for 30 years. Sure he was traveling from dimension to dimension but from what I can tell Ford was doing basically the exact same thing that Stan had been doing homeless for 10 years if not worse.

He can rationalize it away as all done for the greater good but Ford was a wanted criminal in what seems like hundreds of entire dimensions and likely not allowed to return to many (if he even could) much like Stan was banned from multiple states.

He had a huge bounty on his head and had to be paranoid and careful and on the run constantly just like Stan had been when he owed people like say Rico money.

The biggest difference I can see is that Where Stan was trying to both survive but also make those millions so he'd be worth something to his family and maybe they'd take him back, Ford wasn't expecting to get out of this alive.

Sure he was working towards killing Bill with this singular focus but it seems like Ford was fully expecting to die in the process. Ford fancied himself the hero sure but he was fully prepared to not make it out of that alive.

I actually think that, that whole mindset started even before he fell through the portal. He'd been tormented by Bill physically and mentally for at minimum a month by this point if not longer so when he was desperate enough to reach out for help from Stan. If Stan had taken his journal and left like he wanted I don't think Ford was planning on living much longer. To him there was no way out and if for all his smarts he'd still fallen for Bill's tricks.

For as much as he tried to cover it up he was still terrified that Bill could get to and hurt Stan. He didn't think he was worth saving but the world and everyone/everything was. Unless someone else stepped in I fully believe that Ford would have done something drastic if Stan had taken the journal and left that would have ended in his own death but at least everyone would be safe from Bill. Had no one stepped in in any case.

And I think that carried over on the other side of the portal. His single goal was to kill Bill, and it very much seems like he was prepared and ready to die doing so. He was already doing something drastic.

All this to say I think among all the new quirks and changes that Stan sees, I think he'd see some habits and things he did while he was homeless in Ford. Given enough time while on the ship I think they'd bond more over those shared experiences, and spot those key differences as well.

I think these things could be taken advantage of a bit more.

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You put a ring on a wild thing - 4/? WIP Hangster

Affectionately titled "Drunk Vegas" fic until I gave it the title above. Likely going to be around 4-5 parts (I say optimistically).

Explicit Hangster. Drinking and dubious decisions and complete disregard for actual facts.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

PART FOUR

                Jake wakes up the next morning early, alarm persistent and he groans, turns off the alarm and throws his phone down on the floor; head thumping into the bed as he pulls the pillow over his face. Fuck. He’d been trying to stay awake last night so that he could talk to Bradley. Bradley. He scrambles to find his phone, thumbs it on, opening up his messages with Bradley. Scrolls through the messages they’d exchanged yesterday with fondness.

>>Just out to dinner with the family. Call you later?

>>Damn.

>>I’m going out to dinner with a friend tonight, might be late before I get back to my room what with the time difference.

>>Happy to call if you’re still awake though.

>>Lunch and dinner with friends. Popular man. Later’s good.

>>You awake?

>>Jake?

>>Sweet dreams. Try again tomorrow I guess. 😘

                Jake groans. There’s fifteens and twenty minutes between the messages, Bradley obviously waiting to see if Jake was simply busy or if he’d fallen asleep. Because it’s now tomorrow and he has to go and report to his new posting. He can also stop by the admin building and lodge his new marriage papers. Holy shit. He’s probably going to have so much paperwork. Maybe he should delay it a couple of months?

                No.

                Fuck it.

                He snaps a quick selfie, and he’s sleep-mussed and a bit blurry eyed but he’s pretty sure Bradley has seen him looking worse.

>>Morning. Sorry about falling asleep. Apology photo. I’ll send you another one later when I’m not half asleep.

                Sending a picture of him in full uniform would probably answer a few questions, but he’d like to tell Bradley he’s in the service rather than surprise him with it… although maybe he already knows? Something is niggling in his mind and he tries to grab it but it continues to elude him. Ah well, soon enough he’ll be able to tell Bradley himself.

>>You look good.

>>What are you doing awake?

>>6am flight remember?

>>Damn. I forgot.

>>Just queuing up to board now.

>>On time.

>>Miracles do happen.

>>Where are you headed?

>>Cali.

>>But I could be persuaded to call Texas home with the right incentive.

                Jake blinks at that. Not sure how to take it, whether it’s a joke or whether Bradley would seriously consider uprooting his entire life because Jake calls Texas home. He doesn’t need to wait long though before another message is coming through and it’s quickly becoming apparent that Bradley sends messages freely, easily and openly and he likes it.

>>I mean it’s where my husband is from.

>>Can I call you?

>>Sure.

>>Just about to enter the plane.

>>Give me a couple of minutes. I’ll call you.

>>Of course. I’m not going anywhere.

                He settles back, lets himself relax and wonders realistically how much time they’ll have to talk. At dinner last night Hannah had kept making him sly digs about needing to make a call, and his parents had known was something was up, but he’d managed to deflect all their questions onto other matters. They had taken him coming out with very little surprise and he wonders how long they’ve suspected. He did mention that there was maybe someone, but he’d wait a couple of months before introducing them. Hannah had been fucking useless, more hindrance than help and he wonders what she’s currently trying to hide from their parents. Then his phone is vibrating in his hand and he can’t helping grinning at the picture of Bradley that appears and he answers it, lets himself lie back down on his bed.

                “Hi…”

                “Hi, how are you?”

                “Hi. I’m good. You sound far more awake than me and it’s earlier for you.”

                “I’m used to early mornings. Don’t mind them in fact.”

                “That right?” Jake asks with a smile, thinks about yesterday morning and the pillow he’d pulled over his head. Maybe the alcohol and hangover were to blame for that then, and he adds it to his small pile of information about Bradley. “Didn’t seem that way yesterday…”

                “Holy shit. Feels like it was longer than yesterday.”

                “Happy two-day anniversary…”

                Bradley’s laugh makes him feel warm and he realizes he’s smiling at an empty room.

                “Happy anniversary to you too… How was dinner with your family? Who was there?”

                “Uh. My parents. My two sisters, Caroline and Hannah. Older and younger. Uh… Caroline’s husband and their baby. My nephew. I have a brother as well. My twin actually. He’s currently out of state studying, travels a lot… he does some pretty crazy shit.”

                “Yeah? What, oh… sorry. Just let me…” Bradley’s voice goes muffled then and he’s obviously got people moving around him, isn’t talking to Jake right now. “Sorry Jake. You still there?”

                “Course darlin’, I’m not the one on a plane…”

                “Yeah. I’ve only got a couple of minutes before they’ll make us turn our phones off for takeoff. I’m already getting some dirty looks. I’ll be able to talk tonight. Eighteen hundred work for you?”

                “I’ll make it work,” Jake promises.

                “Talk to you later.”

                “Later.”

…            …            …

                He showers and dresses in his uniform, packs his bag. Hannah is driving him to Corpus Christi. It’s not a long trip, close enough to come back visit for weekends, but not so close that necessitates the need to stay on base.

                “Talk to your hubby today?”

                “Yep. I have actually.”

                “And how is he?”

                “Good.”

                “Good? And? Fucks sake Jake, this is like getting blood out of a stone.”

                “And what?”

                “Did you find out where he’s from? What he does? Anything?”

                “He… was getting on a plane to California. So. Maybe California?” Jake provides, but his brain is catching on the memory of Bradley saying he’d move to Texas and that had thrilled him, until the harsh reality that he doesn’t fucking live in Texas most of the time. He lives wherever the US Navy sends him, regardless of where he might call home.

                “Can I have his number?”

                “No!”

                “Ugh. Spoilsport. Bet I’d get more information out of him.”

                “Yeah, probably,” Jake agrees, because he doubts Hannah would get sidetracked about remembering the way Bradley looks when he smiles. “Anyway, what were you hiding last night? You got a new boyfriend or something?”

                “What? What makes you think that?”

                “Because you controlled the conversation at dinner last night like a fucking militant conductor. Don’t think I didn’t notice. Caroline would have noticed it if she wasn’t trying to entertain Brody. And that distracted mom enough. So. What’s up?”

                That’s all it takes, and he settles back to listen to her current love life woes and he gets to relax for the rest of the drive, because clearly she needs to offload about how stupid the current guy she’s interested in is, and Jake makes interested noises, wonders if he’ll ever meet this one. She might give him shit, but she guards her own private life just as closely as he does. He wonders if it’s because it means it doesn’t make him stick out so much when he isn’t the only one not over sharing.

                Regardless, that part of him is no longer a secret, his parents and older sister know now and it went just as well as he expected. Then he’s passing over his military ID so Hannah can enter the base and drop him off. He goes through the usual routine, hugs Hannah goodbye and then reports in. Drops his bag at his bare bones base accommodation, home for the next five months. He has the paper work he has to take to the admin building, but first he has a really important phone call to make. He doesn’t message first, either he’ll answer or he won’t.

                “Is now a good time?”

                “Any time is a good time for you.”

                “Tyler.”

                “Jake.”

                There’s nothing for it. Tyler didn’t need to be at dinner last night because he already knows everything there is about him.

                “I came out to mom and dad last night. And Caroline and her husband obviously.”

                “You finally coming out to me?”

                “Fuck off…” Jake mutters, because he hasn’t ever technically told Tyler, but he’s pretty sure his twin figured it out when he walked in on him and Jonny making out back in high school. He’d been terrified at the time that it would drive a wedge between them somehow. He needn’t have worried. Tyler had just grinned, given him a fist bump and told him that he was glad he finally didn’t have to share or compete for the ladies with him.

                “Well. I love you. You know that.”

                “Yeah. I know. I just… uh. I have to tell you something.”

                “Okay. Hit me.”

                “I got married.”

                “What?” Tyler asks, voice suddenly cold and Jake realizes he’s fucked up. Hadn’t even realized until just now. Shit.

                “Uh… it wasn’t exactly planned.”

                “Yeah. No shit. You said I’d get to be your best man!”

                “I was drunk Tyler…”

                “Fucking hell Jake… So drunk you forgot I was meant to be there?”

                “I know, I know… it’s just, uh… Vegas you know? Plus he’s…”

                “No. I don’t know. Because I’ve never been to Vegas. Fuck. What did mom and dad say about it?”

                “Uh. Didn’t mention the whole marriage part.”

                That has Tyler laughing then and it makes something inside him relax.

                “Oh my god… you have come out to me. You just came out to me as married. Thanks for making me feel included. Wait. Are you staying married?”

                “Uh yeah. We are. For now… going to get to know each other. Actually give it a go.”

                “Oh shit… Cool. What’s his name?”

                “Bradley,” Jake offers, decides he’ll keep Bradley’s last name to himself for now. Doesn’t need Tyler mocking him for something else right now.

                “Oh my god… the way you just said that name. You big fucking sap.”

                “Yeah,” Jake agrees, because if Hannah can get the truth out of him with two questions, Tyler doesn’t need to ask at all. Just knows.

                “You got a photo? You’re going to have to have a party or something if it all works out. I want to do an embarrassing best man speech…”

                “Sure sure. Whatever. I’ll send you a photo. I’ve got to go and talk with the admin office. Figure out how to lodge these papers…”

                “Dude… you… are you lodging your marriage papers? Like… without telling mom and ad you’re married?”

                “Yeah?”

                “Nice… I look forward to having son of the year award when they find that out. Only you man… holy shit. So. What does he do?”

                Jake groans. Tyler and Hannah can form a fucking club.

                “I don’t fucking know okay? Hannah asked the same thing, and I haven’t managed to talk to him long enough to have a proper conversation without me having to leave to get on a plane, or him being on a plane. We’re talking tonight. He doesn’t know what I do either.”

                “Better hope he’s not anti-military or something, because pretty sure that’s ground for a divorce or something right there…” Tyler cackles.

                “Fuck off,” Jake mutters, but he’s grinning, talking to Tyler always makes him feel like he can take on anything with his brother beside him, even when they disagree he knows Tyler will support him. He does hope Bradley isn’t anti-military. That would be kind of awkward, but he feels like that isn’t the case. That there’s something, just on the edge of his hazy memories of not quite two days ago now. “Pretty sure he’s not anti-military.”

                “Well. You let me know when you find out. Everything else good with the family?”

                “Yeah. Hunter was eating solid food at dinner last night. Think the floor ate more of it than he did.”

                “Can’t believe Caroline is a mom.”

                They talk for a little bit, he asks about his studies and recent chases and wonders what the hell their mom was doing when she was pregnant with them to have two boys obsessed with the sky the ways that they are. He loves the fact that Tyler gets him though, and that he understand Tyler’s obsession in turn.

                “Right. I’ll let you go submit your marriage license. Holy shit. My brother is married.”

                “Yeah yeah… let’s hope I stay that way.”

                “Yeah. Of course. Love you bro.”

                “Love you too…”

                He gets off the phone with a grin, and he’s already outside the admin building and he steps inside, eyes taking a while to adjust to the sudden dimness of the building after the bright sunshine outside.

                “Good afternoon…”

                “Good afternoon Lieutenant. How can I help?”

                “I have a couple of questions I was hoping you could help me with…” Jake starts, and his mind is racing. He doesn’t want to admit he got drunk-married. That is all sorts of mortifying in the face of the stern-faced woman looking at him from across the counter.

                “I was in Vegas with my, uh, boyfriend… and we kind of did something a little… spontaneous and… rash.”

                “Okay. And what is it exactly you need my help with?”

                “Uh. Yeah. Sorry. Just. I got married. We got married. And I was just wondering if I should worry about lodging the papers and doing the paperwork… how much work is that to do exactly?”

                “Do you have all the papers with you?”

                “Yes.”

                She holds out a beckoning hand and Jake startles a little, hands over the folded pieces of paper and watches as she unfolds them and scans her eyes down the page.

                “Oh. Oh really? Bradley Bradshaw. That has to be Lieutenant Bradshaw. That’s sweet. Congratulations to you both…”

                “Uh. Yes. That’s right…” Jake says, mind racing. Bradley’s Navy as well. And has likely been posted in Corpus before, because Janice’s mind is a steel trap for names and dates and Jake knows she wouldn’t make a slip up. He sure as hell isn’t going to mention the fact that he doesn’t know his husband’s job. Fuck. What are the chances. At least a plausible way of meeting rather than getting drunkenly married in Vegas, that might be a bullet he gets to dodge if he ever gets to introduce his parents to Bradley. He feels a little hysterical bubble of laughter and he lets it out, pretty sure it’s going to sound joyful rather than completely unhinged.

                “You know, there’s so many more of you coming in and updating your contact details now with the names of your partners. It’s really good to see. Love is love!”

                “Uh huh…” Jake says, feeling slightly manic. Oh… some vague memory is coming back about them maybe both celebrating the fact that DADT had been repealed. Shit. Maybe Bradley already knows what Jake does? Assumed Jake knew and remembered as well? Grand gesture. Fucking hell. That was it. They’d talked about making a grand gesture.

                When he’d talked to Bradley earlier he’d said they’d talk at eighteen hundred and Jake had just agreed, but that’s… that’s not how most people use time. Okay. At least Bradley won’t be antimilitary at least. He really needs, now, wants to talk to him though. If he was going to California he could have been reporting in to North Island. He could be getting ready to be shipped out. That’s… it fills him with a sense of giddy relief, that he’s not married to someone who has zero understanding of what his life is like. That he’s somehow ended up married to a gorgeous man who just so happens to serve in the same branch of the defense force as him.

                What are the fucking chances.

[strawberryforks]

waves of three // simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

part 1/?

warnings: swearing, injuries, vomit, death-mentions

a/n: i haven’t played much COD 😬😬 so this won’t have many canon events, etc. kinda obsessed with this little plot and the characters brewing in my mind but so open to feedback & suggestions. recs open btw! <3

Tradgedy, trouble, whatever it was you wanted to call unfortunate happenings, they came in waves. Good things were temporary and so, you clung to them, nails scratching, clawing, teeth sunk in. Happiness was fucking fleeting but you had found it, god, you found it—found him, and for once you didn’t have to hold on as tightly because he was there, holding you too, from the very beginning.

Your lieutenant always watched your six, saved your life a few times to which the thank you’s were brushed off “would’a done it for any of the guys,” gets grunted in your general direction, “No one left behind,” you hear that once or twice, too. Then, the one time you save his ass it’s a problem. You’ve been a part of the 141 for a year now, so he knows you’re capable—it isn’t that, he’s worried about. You’re taking fire, hiding behind a brick wall with about as much (structural) integrity as the scummy family that built you. Your lieutenant, he’s bleeding pretty badly. You’re half-knelt on top of his muscular thigh, and no, it’s not the best time to be appreciating that but you’re only (barely) human and you’re having to pop up from behind the “wall” to fire at hostiles—a high stakes game of jack in the box to which you won’t be the winner. “Go,” he growls, and you give him a glare that could freeze hell, “I’m not leaving you,” and you’re stubborn, stubborn and disobeying orders because they’re stupid. You radio soap, tell him your position, ask him to send some fucking help and he is, he is, but it’s five minutes out. Do you have five minutes? No, but, you’ve always been good at making time. A quick tourniquet and he grunts, “Reaper, get the fuck out of here. Tha’s an order,” you reach for his gun, he lets you take it. “Negative sir,” you tell him, then, and all those protests? You ignore them. You tell him the gunfire has your ears ringing, “Can’t hear ya, LT,” and you tell him to stay the fuck awake, too, because he doesn’t get to be the one who leaves. Not when you’re staying right here, right with him. Soap brings backup and you both make it out of there—your lieutenant doesn’t speak to you for a week, not after he chewed you out initially, but… no matter where you were after that, he was there too, not far off and always ready to repay the favour should the need arise.

He rests his arm around his shoulder, your reassurances are subtle then, when you let him. You fall asleep on him once and, and he’s fucking honoured that you trust him enough to be vulnerable around him. When you’re asleep, you’re defenceless, but not with him—no one could come near you without fearing for their life, no one disturbed you (not only was he was a good pillow, he was warm, and he was better than and Do Not Disturb sign you’d ever bought) and, though you never said anything. That plane ride was the first time in s long time you didn’t have a single nightmare.

You’re vulnerable with him in a different way one night, after a particularly difficult mission. You need comfort and you find it in the way bodies do, tangled all together. In his room, the two of you see all of each other for the first time. Respective masks are exchanged; abandoned, and that night you meet Simon. In the morning, he looks at you as you climb out of bed and start rifling around on the floor for your clothes. Your shirt, your pants, the underwear he ripped—a non-apologetic half shrug is all you get for that. Simon’s not a heavy sleeper so it’s no wonder your shuffling around wakes him up. He leans back against the headboard, watching you struggle into your thigh high boots and he cocks a brow “Ya leavin’?” and god, he hopes that didn’t sound as pathetic to you as it did ricocheting around in his own ears. He’s not bloody awake yet and he’s finally had you, after years of fucking pining and what, you’re gone now? Done wit’ him? He thinks he loves you and you think he’s a good shag? Fuck him for falling, fuck him cause he knew. You were too good for him, too good to want him.

You laugh, bright, cheery, good (you’re a fake. fake, fake, FAKE) sounds before you swipe at the air, “I’m just going to pickup breakfast. I’ll be back. I swear the only thing that could get me away from you is my coffee and breakfast wrap. I ordered you tea, cause you’re a stereotypical fuckin’ brit and I figured I’d get you a bagel too. Didn’t wanna wake you but—“ and yeah, he agrees to go with. You suggest a blueberry bagel and that might just become his favourite.

When Simon’s finger is crooked and snagged in the belt loop of your jeans, you’ve been dating for years. You’re closer than ever, you’re living together—off base—but you still meet up with the guys (Price, Soap, Gaz) even when you’re on leave. You still work together, stay together. You haven’t had many close calls since Simon’s been yours. Since you’ve been his. Even after all this time, he keeps you close—in the grocery store, on missions, in bed, squished against his chest, trapped under his arm—like he was scared you would disappear (be taken from him, get hurt, die) you told him that was crazy. Reassured him, laughed about it. “You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you, Si.”

(You guess he was crazy)

Six months later and you say the words “till death do us part”

A damning sentence, if you’ve ever heard one.

The morning before the first wave, you throw up. You empty your stomach into the nearest fucking can and shit, because you’re wheels up in 10, a mission or something—solo, and it’s been awhile since one of those but you’re not worried. Intel retrieval, like old times. You’ll get more details when you get where you need to [LOCATION: currently undisclosed] and fuck if you’re not feeling well. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, you brush your teeth and you paste on your best smile. You kiss Simon, “I love you,” and he returns the sentiment of course; traps you in a hug that you don’t want to escape. “Be fuckin’ careful” and you tell him “Of course, baby,” and then you climb on the plane and make your way to the back where you shut yourself in the cramped, compact bathroom, and drop to your knees. You throw up again. The fuck are you, pregnant? Your face falls, ghastly, you look down at yourself. You’d gained a little weight but that was normal, You… no. No fucking way. You pocket the possible information and plan to revisit it later. After landing, a black SUV picks you up at the airport, Laswell’s there and you haven’t seen her, you’re old friend, in awhile, so that’s a welcome surprise. You give her a hug, theb you make her stop at the gas station. “I’ve gotta piss, I’ll be a few,” and you take three minutes. Maybe four, and another wave hits you—two lines, it’s positive and shit. It’s not terrible, but the timing is. You decide to ignore it, in and out, the misson’ll finish and you can take some days off, tell Simon, maybe distract him a little so he doesn’t get too upset… (blame the hormones! You can do that now) Simon’s relationship with his dad was about as good as yours is with your dad, you know he’s worried he’ll be a bad father but frankly, you know that’s bullshit. You’re both pieces of work but you’re pieces that work together. You’re worried about motherhood (was there anything maternal about you? other than the rage, that protective, stubborn rage?) and he’ll worry about fatherhood. You’ll worry, but you’ll worry together.

Laswell takes you to her house. “Kate…” you say, suspicious now.

Then comes the next wave.

It hits you so hard you’re knocked unconscious. Before you were 141, SAS you were CIA, and, “You’ve been compromised,” are words you’ve never wanted to hear.

“You need to disappear,” she tells you.

“I have a life, Kate, I—“

The argument dies on your tongue.

“You can’t anymore, Y/n. You were Reaper first. I’m sorry, I am, but we’ve worked alongside each other long enough that I know you. That husband of yours is the first target, the first who’d be killed if you… if you weren’t.”

“You’re saying…”

“I’m saying you can stay with me for awhile.”

“And you need these,” you say, your hands tangling in your dogtags.

She nods and you swallow hard. “He’ll…” (you might get sick again; you swallow back the bile) “He’ll want to see a body…”

“It’ll be an explosion. Too hot, too much fire, the bomb, too strong. There won’t be one.”

You laugh bitterly because this is so… so! So fucking absurd. “You’ve got it all figured out.”

“I’m sorry. I wish there was another way”

You nod, you give Kate Laswell your dog tags and try not to picture Simon’s face—anything about him, really… and… Kate, she points you in the direction of her bathroom. You’re really that predictable, really that pale.

Happiness is fleeting. It’s fucking fleeting and even if two people cling to it, there’s no guarantees in this world.

Not a single one.

[kneecapsbelong2me]

Kate Bishop x Reader HC:

Your OG Avenger parents find out you’re dating Kate

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Reader (romantic); Thor, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers and/x Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Clint Barton x Linda Barton, and Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill x Reader (familial) (No pronouns used)

Content Warnings: Kate being in a medically induced coma (Natasha’s HC only)

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Thor

Thor talks with you about your romantic life

It’s not an awkward thing, it’s just how your relationship has always been

You don’t talk about your courtships often, but if you don’t mention anyone to him for a couple months, he’ll ask about it

So as soon as Kate gives you her blessing, you tell your dad

You’re having your weekly dinner together when you tell him.

“Father, I’m dating someone new.”

“Wonderful!” Thor claps a hand on your back. “Woman? Man? Somewhere in between?”

“A woman. Kate Bishop.”

Your dad smiles. “The little hawk! Good, I like her. Bring her to dinner sometime so we can get more closely acquainted. I can tell her stories of your childhood.”

“Father!” Your protest falls on deaf ears as he keeps talking

“Yes, she will know all about how mighty you were, even as a little one. I can even show her the pictures—“

“Dad!”

Bruce Banner

Bruce knows you’re hiding something from him

But you don’t appear to be in any danger, so he doesn’t bring it up with you

You’ll tell him whatever it is when you’re ready

You know your dad knows that you’re hiding something

You also know he doesn’t know what you’re hiding

He’s never been the best at talking about feelings—his or yours

Especially romantic ones

When he gave you “the talk” he was more embarrassed about it than you, even though he kept reassuring you that everything your body felt and did was normal

He couldn’t make eye contact with you for a week after that

But his awkwardness isn’t the reason you haven’t told him your secret

You just don’t want to say anything until you’re sure your relationship is at least a semi-long-term thing

“Hey, dad?”

“Hm?” Bruce looks up from tinkering on his latest project

“I have to tell you something,” you fidget a little

“Sure,” he gestures to a free stool, “is everything okay?”

You suck in a deep breath. “Everything is great, actually. I, uh,”

Your dad looks at you expectantly. His calm demeanor is simultaneously soothing and nerve-wracking

“So, I’ve been seeing someone. A girl, specifically. One you know, actually. And we’re officially together - as in, she’s my girlfriend - so I thought I should tell you…and yeah,” you finish your rambling, breathless and with warm cheeks

“That’s great,” he smiles, “do I get to know which girl?”

Oh. In your rush to tell him, you’d completely neglected to mention the fact that you’re dating

“Kate Bishop.”

“Oh. Wow,” your dad’s face has gone from happy to surprised, and you feel your anxiety start to creep up again. He sees the look on your face and immediately stammers, “no no no, I’m happy for you, kid. I just didn’t realize she was your type. I mean, I didn’t really have any idea about what your type was before this, and I’m glad Kate is…I’m glad she makes you happy. She does make you happy, right?”

You definitely got your rambling from your dad. You smile, “she makes me really happy.”

“Well good,” Bruce wrings his hands together, “you deserve to be happy. And if she ever stops making you happy you tell me, okay?”

“Okay, dad.” It’s cute when he gets protective over you.

“I love you,” he stands and wraps an arm around you

“I love you too.”

Steve Rogers (and/x Bucky Barnes)

You and your dad have a tradition of watching movies together whenever you both have a free Friday night

Usually, your Uncle Bucky joins you, and when your dad is on a mission you occasionally watch with your uncle instead

But there are times when all three of you are busy, so you’re pretty sure you’re safe when you cancel occasionally to hang out with “friends”

AKA your girlfriend, Kate Bishop

(But sometimes your friends too)

It’s a Friday night, and Steve and Bucky are both on missions

You miss them, you don’t have anything else to do, and it’s been a while since your last movie night

So you decide to have Kate over instead

You end up with Kate cuddled into your side with your arm wrapped around her, both of you yawning even though you’re only halfway through the movie

Kate kisses your cheek lazily, “what if I just…” she begins lowering herself onto your lap, “close my eyes for a second? Not to sleep, just to rest.”

You laugh and card your fingers through her hair. She sighs contentedly, and soon you’re both dozing on the couch

Before you know it, someone is gently shaking your shoulder

“Whuh?” You startle awake and see Bucky staring down at you. Kate shifts, still asleep

“Hey kid.” He ruffles your hair

All the drowsiness instantly leaves your body as excitement takes over. Your dad and uncle weren’t supposed to be home for another few days

“Uncle Bucky!”

This finally wakes Kate, who rubs her eyes blearily, “Babe, wha—?” She stops mid-question when her eyes land on Bucky, “I-I mean…Bucky! Hi! Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Nice save, Bishop,” Bucky smirks

Kate sits up and buries her face in the crook of your neck, groaning softly. “Sorry, babe”

You and Bucky stare at each other, daring the other to break the silence as you rub slow circles on Kate’s back

“So,” Bucky finally breaks, more for your benefit than anything else, “you and Bishop?”

This makes your face heat up. “Don’t tell dad. Please?” You beg. You’ve never brought anyone home before, and this is not the introduction you want

“Don’t tell me what?” Your dad picks that moment to walk in. Kate leans back from you to an approximately platonic distance

The look your uncle gives you says he’s not going to tell your dad, but you probably should

“I, uh, so the thing is—“

“We’re dating,” Kate blurts out, unable to resist Steve’s Captain America stare

Your dad looks at you, dumbfounded. “Oh,” he finally gets out

“Dad?”

“Well, I, for one, am happy for you two,” Bucky claps a hand on your shoulder

“As long as Hawkeye Junior doesn’t break your heart,” Steve levels Kate with an intense look and the latter aggressively shakes her head. He smiles, “and she has good taste in movies.”

relief floods you, even though Kate is a stuttering mess

“Yes, sir. I promise I have excellent taste in movies, Captain Rogers, sir.”

“Good,” Steve moves to sit on the couch and wraps an arm around you, the other beckoning to Bucky. “So, what are we watching?”

Tony Stark and Pepper Potts

Growing up, you’d see Kate at various functions

Your families ran in similar circles

You didn’t really get to know each other until high school, when you went to the same boarding school

The two of you quickly became best friends, but it took years for the two of you to realize your feelings weren’t just friendly

You agree not to tell your parents about your relationship because you don’t want things to get messy

But Kate is still your unofficial, official date to your dad’s annual New Year’s Eve party

At 11:59, the two of you sneak away from the party to your dad’s office and step out on the balcony as the countdown to midnight begins

You kiss her exactly at midnight, and you might…get carried away

You’re so wrapped up in each other that you don’t notice your dad and your step-mom open the door behind you

“Kid!” Tony is shocked to see you like this. “and Miss Bishop. What a surprise.” He doesn’t sound surprised at all to see Kate here

You and Kate jump back from each other at the intrusion, and your cheeks begin to heat up

“Dad! Mo—Pepper! What are you doing here?”

Your dad raises his eyebrows, “what am I doing? In my office?”

You have enough self-respect left to look decently sheepish. You’re waiting for Tony to chew you out when Pepper turns to him and smirks

“You owe me 50 bucks.”

Tony groans. “Thanks a lot, kid.”

“Wait, you were betting on me and Kate? How did you even know I liked her?”

Pepper turns her smirk to you, “we raised you, honey. We know you better than you think.”

“We’ll leave you two alone now,” Tony opens the door. “Just make sure to use protection,” he calls as he steps inside, Pepper following close behind

You bury your face in Kate’s chest and groan, “Daaaaad, gross!”

“Well, that went better than expected.” Kate’s shaking, and it’s not immediately obvious if it’s from fear or laughter.

You get your answer when you pull back and find her eyes gleaming. She kisses you again, a little more passionately

“Now, where were we?”

Clint and Linda Barton

You originally met Kate at a college archery tournament, and the two of you became fast friends, and then something more

She practically worships your dad, but you don’t tell her who he is to you

You use your mom’s maiden name in public for safety reasons, and you want Kate to like you for you, not because of your dad

After talking and going on dates for months, you finally asked Kate to be your girlfriend during Thanksgiving

It’s too soon to meet each other’s families, so you don’t invite her over for Christmas

So imagine your surprise when your dad walks in after being delayed in the city with your girlfriend and a golden retriever in tow

You stare, slack-jawed, unable to hide your surprise, Kate’s face a mirror of your own

“…and this is my eldest—“

Your name tumbles from Kate’s lips before she can stop herself

“You two know each other?” The look your mom is giving you tells you the gears are already turning in her mind. You haven’t told her you have a girlfriend, but she’s always known you so well

Kate’s eyes go wide in panic, “we know each other from archery!” She looks at you accusingly, and you know you’re in trouble, “I didn’t know Hawkeye was your dad.”

“How well do you know each other?” your dad is making weird eye contact with your mom, a clear sign they’re having a silent conversation. Your parents turn to look at you

Lila rolls her eyes. She’s the only person in your family who knows about you and Kate. Little sister privileges. “Guys, just ask the question you actually want to.”

“Is Kate your girlfriend?” Nate asks, saving your parents the trouble. Damn, the kid’s perceptive

You pick him up and look at Kate, silently asking if she’s okay with this. She nods. You turn to Nate and say, “She is, bud.”

“Well, I guess you two shouldn’t stay in the same room,” Clint says, “and Kate and I are going to go out into the woods and have a talk about what’s going to happen if she hurts you.”

“Dad, I’m an adult. I’m old enough to share a room with my girlfriend responsibly.” You don’t even try to argue with him about giving Kate the shovel talk. He’s done it to every partner his kids have brought home

“Bring the poor girl back in one piece, Clint,” your mom winks at Kate, who smiles nervously. Laura’s gaze hardens

“I want to have a chat with her as well.”

Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill

Your moms are extremely protective of you

This extends to your personal life

They run thorough background checks on all of your friends and their families

You know they will be even worse if you bring someone home

They’ve interrogated hundreds of people, and they know all about psychological torture

So…yeah, you haven’t told them you’re dating Kate Bishop

It’s hard keeping it from them, especially because they’re spies and you and Kate are both Avengers

But you’ve been incredibly careful

Whenever you’re in public, the two of you are just a pair of platonic bffs

But then Kate gets hurt on a mission

As soon as she’s brought to the Compound you’re by her side and you refuse to leave

They keep her sedated, but you still talk to her

“Hey, Katie.” You hold her hand and talk about anything and everything

Your moms walk in when you’re talking to her

“—and for our anniversary I was thinking we should recreate our first date,”

“Hi baby,” Natasha’s words startle you out of your rambling

“Mama! How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know you’ve been hiding your relationship from us,” Maria crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow

You gulp. “I wasn’t hiding it from you, I just didn’t say anything.”

Maria sighs. “We’ll talk about this later. How’s she doing?” She asks, gesturing towards Kate

“Stable. Her vitals are strong, and she’s starting to wake up on her own”

Maria puts a hand on your shoulder and looks directly into your eyes. “And how are you doing, kiddo?”

“I’m scared, Mom. I’m trying to be brave for her but it’s hard.”

“Oh, baby.” Your moms wrap you in a hug.

“We know how hard it is to see someone you care about like this,” Natasha says. Maria nods,

“We’re here for you, whatever you need.”

“Are you mad that I never told you about me and Kate?” You ask in a small voice

Natasha shakes her head. “Baby, no. We’re not mad. We feel bad you didn’t feel comfortable telling us sooner.”

“But we do want to talk to Kate once she feels better.”

“Mooooom, please don’t threaten my girlfriend.”

“We won’t threaten her, we’re just going to make sure she has good intentions and let her know what will happen if she breaks your heart.”

“Mama!”

[chainnoli]

I feel like I need to make this clear about my own personal headcanons within the “Batfam” because apparently lately everyone is obsessed with the term to the point they believe they’re all actually fucking related and I ship Jaytim even though I don’t write about them often anymore and I do nawt want people assuming shit about me LMFAO

Ages in “main” continuity

Bruce: 40’s

Alfred: 60’s

Dick: 24

Jason: 22

Tim: 18

Damian: 13

Familial Relations

Damian is Bruce’s blood son, Damian thinks of Dick, Jason, and Tim as his brothers.

Jason only thinks of Damian as his brother, maybe Dick but its history. Doesn’t consider Bruce his father, completely moved on from that part of his life. It’s unrealistic to me to write or imagine him playing happy big family with people he viewed as part of his dead life. Damian was there when he was reborn and he practically raised the squirt (in my hc).

Tim doesn’t think of Bruce as his dad but views him as a paternal figure since he was taken in. Thinks of Damian and Dick as his brothers, Jason was his idol and someone he looked up to. They barely interacted and it’s annoying when people act like he and Jason have the same dynamic like Jason and Dick did.

Dick considers Bruce his dad, Damian and Jason and Tim his brothers.

Sexualities/Gender HC

Bruce: Bisexual Man with a preference for women. Cis: He/Him

Dick: Unlabeled but has rizz with everyone. Doesn’t really give af about the gender thing so if you called him a woman he would just roll with it but personally just goes by He/Him or “any” if asked for a preference

Jason: Pansexual on the Aro spectrum. Probably due to a lot of his traumas, so outside of that probably also just panromantic. He’s a cis man but has definitely thought about identity stuff after the Lazarus pit. Goes by He/Him or They/Them. It/Its if he’s feeling funky.

Tim: Bisexual with a preference for men. Enby icon. Goes by He/They pronouns but sometimes just forgoes them altogether if possible. (Just use Tim in place of pronouns for entertainment).

Damian: In some aus he’s cis in a lot he’s transmasc (honestly if I don’t specify just assume Trans! Dami). Goes by He/Him. Aroace spectrum, really only falls for Jon (sometimes Billy or Colin). Unlike Jason, his isn’t due to traumas or emotional blocks. Maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s maybelline.

Alfred: deffo has done drag at some point. Could see him with an ex bf on the battlefield before losing him tragically.

Shipping Wise

Literally none of the Batfam with each other with the explanations above because I do believe the others do have a familial relationship aside from JayTim- and even then I ship KonTim as well and BerTim or whatever the ship name is lol

Damian: Jon, Billy, and Colin (boy is not fucking straight LMFAO)

Bruce: Talia and Selina, they’re both goated ships I cannot pick which one is better (Joker only in the Lego universe and also the one joker from telltale’s Batman)

Dick: literally only Kori, I’m fixed shipped for life 🫶

Jason: Tim, Kori (sometimes the dynamic be dynamicing), Artemis- but also I like him single a lot of the time because I feel like he would avoid relationships and human connection bc he has issues

Tim: Connor, Bernard, and Jason (get Stephanie outta there let my girl live outside of their toxic ass mess 😭)

And that’s all, obviously no one has to share my headcanons and if you want to headcanon Jason and Tim being brothers because it’s just more fun for you then go right on ahead I ain’t discouraging anyone from that! Just wanted to write this so people understood I wasn’t shipping from a certain point of view and so they can be prepared if I do include jaytim in anything (which I may not considering how the fandom is nowadays).

Also I didn’t do the girlies or Duke Thomas because I only included the “inner circle” Batman and Robins Batfam to explain since the others don’t have the weird drama and stigma these ones do.

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

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Happy reading!

＊ In Alleyways and Fire-escapes by yourdelicatepov / @harrysmaison [M, 25k, Louis/Harry]

“Shut the fuck up, Zayn,” Louis mutters, not having the energy to even speak louder.

“I’m just saying, you should’ve heard him out. He probably had a good reason to act like that–”

Louis raises his head from the cushion to glare at Zayn. “Are you seriously taking his side right now? When he literally tried to accuse you?”

“I’m not siding with him, Louis,” Zayn says calmly. “I’m just saying that no normal person acts like that unless he’s either gone mad or really scared.”

“Scared? What the fuck would he be scared of?”

Zayn shrugs, looking away. “I don’t know,” he says but he very much looks like he does know.

Louis's life has been a drag since Harry left him. He's stuck between uni and his part-time bar job, occasionally hooking up here and there. He hates Harry for leaving, and the fact that he can't forget him. But at least he's got Zayn- his flatmate and only real friend who's also the least problematic person ever. Louis wishes he could just move on and find joy, but, spoiler alert, things are about to get real messed up. Part 1 of Hearts at Stake

＊ Even the stars in the skies, they are wrong by flamboyo / @riverswater [M, 14k, Louis & Zayn]

“I feel like,” Zayn starts again, after another long pause. “I feel like I was given something beautiful, but that is also a ticking bomb. And it’s gonna go off soon, and it’s gonna destroy me. So I know I should destroy it first.” He hides his face in his hands, and Louis refrains from offering him a cuddle. He’s finally talking. “But I don’t know if I have the guts to. I don’t know if I really want to. Because it’s so beautiful and rare, and I’ve wanted it for so long. But now that I have it, it’s corroding me. And I don’t know how long I can keep going like this.”

It’s May 2014, and the Where We Are tour just started in South America. The boys are buzzing with excitement, but Zayn can't take it anymore. He is ready to leave the band.

Louis knows that no reasoning will ever convince him to stay.

＊ It'll Never Change, Baby by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [M, 1k, Zayn/Niall]

Ten years have passed, and so much has changed in the time since.

Or a look into the 25th of March 2025

＊ Not Without My Muse by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 34k, Zayn/Niall]

Life continues as it always does at a relentless pace. Touring, moving across the country and familial responsibilities keep everyone busy. But never too busy to spend time together. A How It Found Us Sequel

＊ Lover Be Good To Me by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 3k, Zayn/Niall]

A long weekend calls for a trip up north.

The fact that it's their anniversary is icing on the cake.

＊ 23 and Me by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 315 words, Louis/everyone]

Louis only works for about 30 minutes on March 15 each year, just enough time for his short but intense Ides of March special: Impale Caesar! 60 people surround him, 23 of whom have paid extra for the honor of stabbing their dicks into one of his holes. Part 13 of Glory Hole-idays

＊ Out of Our Systems: Part 5 by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [E, 13k, Harry/Zayn/Louis]

After two and a half years into their relationship filled with fun, laughter, and love, the only thing they need a little more of is time. Part 5 of Out of Our Systems

＊ The Tokyo Surprise by @srldesigns6277 [E, 8k, Harry/Louis]

Harry surprised his fans by running the Tokyo Marathon, so Louis surprised him in return.

[dreaminrainbows]

Happy 28th and happy Rushmere day to all those who celebrate.

Here are all the fics I enjoyed in March!

The Ever Deadly by SilverStuff50/ @silverstuff50 | [80k]

Harry Styles, Detective Chief Inspector of the Metropolitan Police's witch division, is forced by his boss to co-lead his current investigation into a string of supernatural murders with the incredibly annoying, and frustratingly hot Louis Tomlinson. DCI Louis Tomlinson wasn’t expecting to be paired with the most uptight man he’s ever met, so naturally, he messes with him any chance he gets. The fact that his co-lead is gorgeous just makes Louis more determined to wind him up. Together they combine cases and grapple with the elusive murderer. Can they catch a magical serial killer while dealing with their growing desire and feelings for each other?

Full of Terraced Dreams byInsightfulInsomniac/@insightfulinsomniac | [47k]

In the midst of parenting a teenager on the precipice of presenting as an alpha, the new neighbors moving in next door are the least of Louis' concerns. That is, until said neighbor turns out to be entirely too lovely and also a young single parent. The only problem about this flourishing, flirtatious friendship is that Louis hasn't dated since his daughter was born thirteen years ago, and he has no idea how to navigate adult relationships as a thirty-six-year-old single dad. Although Harry seems to balance the idea of dating and parenting with more ease, he still wrestles with his own insecurities and the protectiveness of the life he's built with his son. That doesn’t stop him from falling hard and fast for his next-door-neighbor. A story of two single parents who come together as a blended family after an unexpected circumstance changes their lives forever.

Sugar at Night by brightgolden/ @brightgolden | [33k]

With a year left before he completes his degree, a wonderful fiancé, and a baby coming soon, life is going exceptionally well for Harry Styles. But, the truth always has a way to unravel itself, doesn’t it? So, what do you do when the person you fell in love with is not the person you thought they were?

maybe we could be enough by liberty_barnes/ @liberty-barnes | [13k]

Harry wasn’t afraid to admit that his wedding...well, his entire marriage, really, wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured. He’d wanted a big celebration, with family on either side of the aisle, flowers everywhere, beautiful clothes, and most importantly: his loving fiancé waiting at the altar with a heart-stopping smile on his face. He did not, however, get that beautiful wedding. [or, five times Harry hated Louis, and one time he loved him.] [or, five nos, five maybes, one realisation, and the yes that follows.]

pictures of us by givesuethemoon/ @givesuethemoon | [6.5k]

Harry presses his emotions into a kiss to Louis’ cheek at the same time that he presses a hand over Louis’ heart. “I’m here.” “You are,” Louis replies, eyes closed. “You are.”

You hold my peace(in the palm of your hand) by Dreaminrainbows/ @dreaminrainbows | [ 1.6k]

But there are two big green eyes staring at him, pleading, glazed over with need and lust and desperation and Louis has never ever been any good at denying Harry anything. Especially not when he looks like that with his plush bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks pink and blotchy, so ready, so needy already, just waiting for the word go.

Happy reading and DO NOT forget to leave kuddos and comments!!

[buddie-has-me-in-a-chokehold]

sit tight, this is a long one.

Okay, i’m gonna be so honest, i’m actually scared of what’s gonna happen in the next episode, like it’s a few hours away and im genuinely scared… but i am terrified for episode 13.

Im not sure if this is completely accurate but ive seen a couple people saying it’s eddie centric and it’s 65 minutes long. i cannot stress this enough, this is a procedural network show, they had to negotiate with the network to allow them an extra 20 minutes, EVERYTHING in that episode was intentional and necessary.

i was talking to my friend and we discussed possible outcomes and for the near future we have 3 potentials.

1. eddie comes back because he realizes his feelings for buck.

2. eddie realizes his feelings but isn’t ready to address them and he stays in texas.

3. (least favourite option) Eddie’s goodbye.

now i absolutely hate it but i really feel like it might be option 3 and im petrified. i have a few reasons that im leaning towards this and im going to stress, please convince me otherwise.

so first, the writers have set up the idea of buck living in eddie’s house for possibly up to a year. in 8.09 we have the interaction between buck and eddie where eddie states he signed a new lease for a year and needs to let his house or he will be bleeding cash. so we already have the potential for eddie to be letting his house for up to a year and this has been mentioned. the thing is, there was no need to add the timeline here unless to potentially imply he could come back or he’s planning on being gone for a while.

to branch off that last point, if he is leaving for a while, why wouldn’t he just stay? its no secret that eddie is a great father and will put chris’ needs before his own, we saw how he would fake a smile on calls with chris to try to be supportive. he’s willingly going back to texas because he wants chris to do what he needs to do but he can’t keep watching his son grow up through facetime. so… if chris is settled, which he clearly is (he’s had a birthday party with friends and family, he’s in chess club, he’s forming a life there), eddie wouldn’t drag him back to LA. He’s been there for months now, he’s happy, eddie wouldn’t force him, kicking and screaming, to come back to LA.

now i will admit, this last one may be a reach but ive been thinking none stop about this since last week, Eddie has changed over the last few episodes. understandable, his son left and now lives in a different state with eddies parents who have continuously tried to take him from eddie, but ive noticed some things.

for instance, a lot of people compared eddie and tommy’s interactions with buck because eddie knew buck, inside and out, and understood buck as if they could speak a language only they understand. Tommy couldn’t. Tommy would make jokes at bucks expense but not with the same warmth and care that eddie did. eddie was always fond, tommy felt patronizing. and recently ive been seeing a disconnect between eddie and buck, the most obvious being eddie not seeing that buck was lashing out because he’s scared of being abandoned.

the audience could see plain as day that buck was hurt and felt he was about to be abandoned, eddie takes it as buck trying to make him choose between his best friend and his son. it feels reminiscent of the divorce era.

as i said, i don’t want to believe it but i’ve been noticing things and i keep seeing people being so excited about buddie but im honestly scared. this seems too complicated and i also feel like potentially, a big factor in this will be chris’ feelings.

Chris has obvious and completely valid concerns when it comes to eddies significant others, we have shannon (i personally liked shannon but she was definitely flawed, so im not bashing her character just stating facts) who walked out and abandoned her son and husband not long after eddie returned from war, he had been injured, was traumatized and had no idea how to balance being a single dad and working and healing. when she came back she was only around for a short while before she died and that traumatized chris. he was having nightmares about her in the tsunami… boy was troubled! Then we had ana, who started out as chris’ teacher, became a huge part of his life and then eddie broke up with her and she was gone. then marisol, met, dated, moved in, moved out and then eddie cheats on her with his dead wife’s doppelgänger. Chris absolutely has concerns and they’re completely understandable. I can see chris being very wary of buck and eddie because buck is so important to chris and doesn’t want anything destroying that relationship. i’m not implying chris has an issue with eddie being gay but just that he wouldn’t trust his dad not to destroy things with buck. then, because eddie only wants to fix things with chris, he disregards what he could have with buck and stays in texas.

the parallels with abby’s departure and to previous conflicts between buck and eddie just make me think it’s not going to end well. i feel like if anything we’re gonna see buck character development throughout the years in how he handles losing eddie compared to abby.

Please convince me otherwise because im scared.

[penguinly]

So uh... I got randomly really motivated and wrote 752 words of madness in like an hour? I am a really yappy wall. Enjoy!!!

PUMPKIN SOUP STORIES

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked like actual pumpkins. Which was weird because Wild knew that Sky was supposedly the furthest removed from him in time so theoretically they should’ve had the most differences in their food. But no, the pumpkins were definitely the same as the ones Wild bought in Kakariko, just slightly less fortified. 

Wild put the last of the butter into the pot. He was following the same recipe he used with his own era’s pumpkins but the results were looking good so far. He picked up the new ladle Four had gifted him last week (the old one had shattered against a bokoblin’s head a month ago) and stirred the soup. 

Maybe it was the altitude or the very stressful week he’d had in Hyrule’s Hyrule but Wild didn’t notice someone approaching until they were already standing right next to him. He craned his neck back to glance at them before turning back to the stew. 

“Do you need any help with the stew?” Hylia – no, Zelda – no, Sun asked. 

“No. I’m basically done.” Wild said. 

“Okay. Has the altitude sickness gotten any better?”

“Yeah, the green potion worked. I could probably sleep for a week, though.”

Sun smiled at this. “I get what you mean. I took a thousand year nap after my first time on the surface. Well, I suppose that was a little different – but still.”

“Oh, I was only out for a century,” Wild replied, picking up the ladle again.

“What?”

“Huh?”

Wild looked up again at Sun when she didn’t respond. He stirred the soup and set down the ladle. “So… why were you asleep for a millenia?”

Sun didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to sit down next to Wild with her gaze fixed on the pumpkin soup. She told him about growing up with Link on Skyloft and the knighting ceremony. She told him about falling to the surface for the first time, alone and afraid. She’d led her best friend through the unknown and dangerous new world. Then she’d sacrificed herself for a thousand years to seal the inevitable darkness away until she awoke. 

She told him about The Imprisoned and Demise and even though Wild knew how Sky’s story went, he still listened. So when she reached the end of that story he told his own, or what little he knew of what came before and the life he’d lived in the aftermath. 

He told her about his family, the one he knew not in his own memories but from the little pieces that Mipha remembered. He had a sister, once upon a time. There was no knowing if they’d died during the Calamity. He told her about becoming a knight when he was twelve and a royal guard just two years later. 

Then he told her about the Calamity and the guardians and waking up alone and free a hundred years later. She listened when he told her about the months of preparation and happiness he lived before fighting Ganon once more in a fight both far harder and far easier than he could ever have imagined. 

The pumpkin soup was done by then so Wild split it into ten portions and called over the rest of the group to join them. The stories went forgotten as Wind burned his tongue and Sky finally got around to properly introducing everyone to Sun. 

They didn’t stay on Skyloft long, stories of unnaturally strong monsters across Hyrule calling them down to the surface for another week before they stepped through another portal and were gone. 

The next time they returned, Wild let Sun scoop the seeds out of the pumpkins (he would never trust anyone with the cooking pot again after Hyrule managed to light his ladle on fire). They laughed as they worked, scars that had been too raw the last time they met now healed enough to make light of. 

They talked about their lives between their own adventures and the first portal. Sun told Wild about her childhood misadventures with Sky and Wild in turn told her about Flora and her fascination for frogs. 

Wild took a small pouch of Skyloftian pumpkin seeds to try growing in Hateno that visit. He smiled faintly to himself when he noticed it was missing one day. He turned in the direction of a familiar castle that would soon become the ruins he’d woken up to two years ago. 

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked remarkably similar to the ones in Wild’s Kakariko.

Yall, I just realized a thing...

WILD AND SUN WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS.

hear me out here.

Both of them died, came back, and had to restore their memories. They both deal with feeling like an intruder in their own body, feeling like they can't live up to who they used to be in their past life. WAR PTSD!! FLASHBACKS!!! They're both knights (sort of? This is a bit of a stretch lmao) Sun went to a knight school, Wild used to be a knight before he kicked the bucket.

I need more content of them interacting and just relating to each other. Because they really would relate. Their experience of dying and coming back is not a very common one, and having someone else to relate to would probably make them overjoyed. Also, Wild has already spoken to her. Mostly just as a business exchange and she's Hylia then, but STILL. Pls someone write a fic abt them, I will marry you. This is my official proposal. Compete for my aroace hand right now. GET WRITING PLEASE YOU'LL HAVE MY SOUL. (because I'm too lazy to)

[joshsilverseyebrow]

peter steele for KERRANG! Magazine (1999),

(VIA BiggestBaddestWolve ON REDDIT)

(OP has said it suffered some water damage, so i’m transcribing what i can read from the first full sentence i can make out. but i hope you still enjoy!)

THE DYING GAME

“I’m waiting for the strength to kill myself…” PETER STEELE

But, consistent with recent interviews in which he’s disparaged the album as a “waste of money,” he’s about as interested in playing his record company's hard sell games as the Pope is in the contents of Pamela Anderson's bikini. He admits that he's only here at all because “I promised the other guys (guitarist Kenny Hickey, keyboardist Josh Silver and drummer Johnny Kelly) that I'd do my job.”

Steele's apathy is all the more surprising given that “World Coming Down” is his band's most complete, cohesive and fully-realized work to date. It's also arguably the New York quartet's bleakest recording: an album which resonates with world-weary cynicism and self-loathing and sees Steele cheerlessly embracing self-destructive urges and yearning for descent into oblivion.

Given his huge appetite for sarcasm and deadpan piss-taking, the album's none-more-black atmosphere verges on goth-metal parody - but today it's disturbingly evident that Steele's current dark mood isn't just an ironic affectation.

"I FEEL like a total ingrate," he sighs, slumping his massive frame into a leather-bound armchair as we retire to the hotel bar. "I have a great life, I have my health, my family and friend; I'm not the worst-looking person in the world, I've got a half-way decent band - and yet I'm not happy. I'm just waiting for the strength to kill myself."

From other rock stars, such whinging might seem like mere melodrama. But when Peter Steele admits to suicidal thoughts, his matter-of-fact musings are coloured by personal experience. On October 15, 1989, tanked up with alcohol and self-pity, the vocalist slashed both his wrists and crawled into the back seat of his car to die. “At that time it was because my girlfriend had left me and took 95 per cent of me with her. I thought I could not go on without her,” he sighs.

“Obviously I was wrong.

“The worst part was actually

coming home and hearing that my ex-girlfriend's mother had phoned my Mom and told her that i'd been hammering on her door with blood dripping from me. That was really embarrassing.”

At the risk of sounding unsympathetic, isn't slashing your wrists more of an attention-seeking act than a genuine suicide attempt?

"I wanted to shoot myself in the head," he shrugs, "but I couldn't get a gun - which is kinda ironic, considering you seem to be able to buy a gun on every corner in Brooklyn. Okay, it was probably not a wholehearted attempt last time - but next time it will be. Life is a game, and like cards sometimes you have to know when to stop playing. l'm not getting anything out of this any more.”

You must have fans writing to you telling you that Type O Negative's music has got them through difficult times - what do you think those fans are going to make of what you're saying today?

Steele shrugs, and drains his first glass of red wine.

“I’d advise anyone who's depressed to stop reading right now,” he smiles.

THE SHADOW of death hangs ominously over “World Coming Down,” Songs like “Everyone I Love Is Dead” and “Everything Dies” are rested in tragic personal experiences for Peter Steele.

The album was written in the aftermath of the death of his father on February 14, 1995, and recorded during a period when Steele lost an aunt and uncle and watched his mother battle againat serious illness for almost a year in a New York hospital.

"I expected her to die," Steele says quietly, "and unfortunately I still think she'll be next to go. One of the most traumatic things in life is loving someone and watching them die and knowing you can't help them. I just don't know how to handle watching people die. Maybe It's cowardice but I truly wish I'm next. I've tried everything in excess - Prozac, alcohol, cocaine and women - in an effort to deal with life. Nothing works for me.”

Steele says that his parents never discussed his own suicide attempt, but admits: "I think I hurt them a lot." The death of his father, has had a "profound effect" on the singer.

Is there anything you wish you'd asked your father before he died?

“I’d just like to have asked, Why didn't you spend more time with me?,” Steele says, sounding uncharacteristically vulnerable. “When I was a kid and he'd come home from work, it was like Superman coming to the house, but I always felt like I was some little happy dog that was always underfoot and he was always trying to kick me away.”

The youngest of six children - he has five elder sisters - Steele can trace his current feelings of worthlessness right back to his childhood.

“I used to feel that I was an unsuccessful abortion,” he sighs. "That I’d pulled myself out of the bottom of the bucket and lived. I remember when school would start, my father would say things like, ‘Now we have to buy him clothes’, and I’d just wish I could unzip my skin, crawl out and slime myself under the bed and die. I felt like such a piece of shit.

“My mother still doesn't have a good word for my father,” he reveals.

“I don't think she ever forgave him for inflicting kids upon her. I'd love to say to her, 'Mom, if he was such a prick, why did you stay?’ He didn't seem a bad guy to me. I think he was just tired by the time I was born. My mother had me when she was 39 and my father was about 41.”

No offence intended, but as the youngest of six kids, did you consider the possibility that your conception might have been a mistake?

“Put it this way, there was an average of three years between my sisters, but there was eight years between me and my nearest sister,” Steele replies without flinching. “I know I'm just the result of a biological urge at four in the morning when the pharmacy was closed."

DEATH FIRST impinged upon Peter Steele's consciousness at the age of seven, when his grandfather passed away (“I didn't really understand what was going on but I saw my mother was crying, and thought that it was probably my fault,” he notes). Born of Russian and Icelandic parentage, Steele grew up in the middle of two theo-fascistic ideologies - Catholicism on one side and the Orthodox church on other”, and although he recalls praying after the deaths of his grandfather and uncle, he rejects the Christian notion of life after death.

“If Hell does exist, then I'm certainly going there,” he smiles. “I actually think it's cruel that someone who suffered their whole life is just going to go to the grave and share the same fate as people like Hitler or Stalin, who deserve to go to Hell, But no one said life is fair.”

Do you believe you have a soul?

“No, I'm just a very inefficient meat machine lubricated with mucus and semen,” he answers.

And you don't fear dying?

“I don't fear death, but i fear dying.” Steele confesses. “The thought of being in a car accident or being burned and lying in a hospital suffering is horrible. I don't like pain - If I found out I had cancer, l'd probably rob a bunch of banks and hope I'd get shot by the police.”

So when you shuffle off this mortal coil, how would you like to go?

“I've been thinking of the cleanest way to kill myself recently,” he admits.

“Everyone talks about poisoning themselves - but you vomit and shit everywhere, which is not cool. A shot in the head would be ideal, but I'd feel sorry for the person who had to clean my f**king brains up.

“I’ve got a tidier solution, actually," he smiles. "I want to attach a water pipe to the wall of my house and then take one of my weightlifting bars, sharpen the end like a spear and place it into the top of the pipe about 40 feet off the ground, with a rope attached. Then I'd lie under the other end of the pipe, point it at my temple and let go of the rope. Gravity would take its course and it wouldn't be too messy. That would be a neat end to all this misery.”

You don't go along with the view that suicide is the coward's way out?

“No, anyone who kills him or herself automatically gains my respect,” Steele shrugs, betraying not a flicker of a smile. “No one knows what lies beyond, and it's a trip from which there is no return. You have to admire anyone who'll willingly step into the unknown.”

You don't think it's a selfish act?

“It is, but I don't think if I killed myself 'd be affecting anyone detrimentally.” he considers. “If I had a wife and child I might think differently.

“I'm starting to think that children are maybe what I need, actually,” he continues. “Maybe bringing new life into the world is a way of replacing the void you feel when you lose someone. At the moment, though, I don't think that I could be so cruel to a woman as to implant her with my demon seed.”

SUCH COMMENTS are a reminder that even when discussing grave matters, Peter Steele's bone-dry sense of humour is never far from the surface. The singer concedes that “sarcasm has always been part of my insecurity” and admits: “It's a strange thing that when I'm lying people believe me, and when I'm telling the truth they don't.” But he insists that he's deadly serious about initiating his own exit from this life.

“I know someday I'll do it, I just don't know when,” he smiles. “When I feel l've become more of a burden than a help to those around me, It'll be time to take that swan-dive from the World Trade Centre. But one of the things that gives me a slight glimmer of happiness is irritating people, so l continue to live just to annoy them.

“But nothing gives me pleasure ary more,” he sighs, gulping down the dregs of his second glass of wine. “I’ve become really nihilistic and I just wonder who's going to be next to die. And I pray to God - if She's listening - that it's me.”

TYPE O Negative's ‘World Coming Down' album is out now.

[getting-messi]

THIS IS THE FACE OF A FREE MAN!

[artisiumstudios]

AHHHH THATS AN INTERESTING WAY TO PUT IT BUT YES-

I mean emotions are linked to truth if you think about it. You can’t be full on ugly sobbing with a frown while saying you’re happy- or say I’m fine while clearly angry so it’s the same way here. A mask is a way to conceal the “true you” so in this case Stan can’t HIDE behind the mask, he can’t con his way out of this and what the kids are seeing is how Stanley truly feels about his life. He’s ashamed, guilty, sad, frightened, tired, frustrated, numb; He’s a blend of emotions to the point where he almost in a borderline maniac state and he’s never been in a healthy environment with the right people (and I don’t just mean his family, I mean people who are professionals or at least know somewhat how to properly deal with these situations).

He never LEARNED how to actually understand and handle his feelings because it was never safe to do so. In fact, he never even had to acknowledge them all that much because he always wore a mask and never had to take it off (maybe minus the times he was happy with the kids) but besides that this is the first time in who knows how long that he had even spoken of his feelings, of his trauma and much like the mental institution it all against his will. But this time it’s so much worse because at least last time they were strangers- this time it’s his family, his brother.

He feels weak, vulnerable like his head was ripped apart exposing his most darkest secrets and insecurities (and the worst shameful parts of him)

So ofc ones they get taken out, he HAS to mask because that’s all he knows how to do. It’s all he can do.

And he’s scared to do anything but that.

TOTS episode but what if Stan had the truth telling teeth. Like Mabel had put them on during that episode instead of the bottomless pit one. How much do you think thins would have changed ?