#and i say weird extremely fondly

[taylor-all-intents-and-purposes]

she was dressed like a 1950s girly like yesterday and now she's got this Weird™ vibe going on. taylor said two middle fingers to dressing in eras

[tossawary]

I was thinking about Xie Lian being able to snap the Xin Mo sword in half with his bare hands again, and then I thought to myself... "Wait, Xie Lian and Luo Binghe interaction could be really cute, though?"

Like, let's say that Xie Lian, during his time as a wandering trash god, accidentally falls into an interdimensional rift and ends up in the SVSSS world. His luck is bad like that. But while this is weird, sure, it's not that bad! The worlds are pretty similar and he can still make his living! So, Xie Lian wanders along as usual, curiously learning about this new world, picking through trash, occasionally punching demonic beasts to death to rescue awed civilians.

And at some point, Xie Lian runs into a young Luo Binghe while he's living on the streets. Let's say that Xie Lian rolls into town shortly before the death of Binghe's adoptive mother, has a few sweet encounters with this cute and kind child who doesn't have much to spare for a trash collector, and is there to comfort his new young friend when Binghe's adoptive mother passes away. Xie Lian is still there when Binghe gets thrown out onto the streets and he agrees to help the boy travel to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.

So, Binghe gets to spend a month or two as a trash-collecting god's apprentice! He doesn't know that Xie Lian is a god. He suspects that Xie Lian is just a very powerful rogue cultivator who is living very humbly for some reason. The time isn't entirely pleasant, because life is hard and Binghe is grieving, but Xie Lian understands pain very well and is an excellent companion. He sees Binghe safely to Cang Qiong.

At which point, clingy Binghe does not want to separate from this extremely nice person, but Xie Lian insists on it. He wants Binghe to have a better life. He's worried that his bad luck will somehow spread to this poor boy who reminds him of so many other people he's loved and lost. Xie Lian supervises the confusing entrance exam, while the adult Cang Qiong cultivators desperately try to figure out who this strange person is (Airplane Bro is going "???!!!"), and then leaves wistfully. Binghe will later look back on this particular period of his life very fondly.

Xie Lian can then go in and out of the SVSSS plot as a person pleases! I think it would be very funny if Liu Qingge ended up with an unwilling crush on Xie Lian as well, when they have a spar for some reason and Xie Lian handily SLAMS him into the ground. Xie Lian would probably end up running into Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang somehow, both of whom I think would end up being a little obsessed with him.

I think that the best place to bring Xie Lian and Binghe back together is maybe after Binghe escapes the Endless Abyss. So that Binghe can have a nice cry session on Xie Lian's shoulder. Xie Lian can possibly then introduce Binghe to Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang. Or else generally fumble his way through facilitating Bingqiu actually communicating and being less of a painful mess. Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan) is very confused by this character?! Where did he come from??? Who is he??? He's very nice, though, and Shen Qingqiu is feeling maybe a liiiiittle jealous over Binghe.

(I don't know how to handle the System in this AU, but I do like the idea of the System just... not being able to handle Xie Lian. Xie Lian is a god from a different worldbuild. He kind of just breaks everything.)

(If you want to get a little angsty and ghostly, you could have a plotline in which Xie Lian helps the ghost of Shen Jiu somehow. Qijiu resolution?)

Binghe would probably be open to the idea of getting together with Xie Lian as well as Shen Qingqiu. He has a type! He is full of love! But Xie Lian is definitely not interested and is very good at wiggling away from come-ons, so Binghe respectfully doesn't pursue that passing thought / childhood crush, no matter what Tianlang-Jun is saying about threesomes again.

Binghe ends up using the (tamed? broken?) Xin Mo sword to send Xie Lian (his "gege") back to Xie Lian's own world. (Or Mobei-Jun could maybe do it?) Xie Lian has been gone for years and wants to see how his world is doing. Binghe tearfully promises to visit him regularly and to come get him WHENEVER HE WANTS. Xie Lian pats his head and agrees to stay in touch.

So, then Xie Lian tumbles out back into his own world and into the start of the plot of TGCF. And at any point in the plot of TGCF, he's now able to summon a heavenly demon from another dimension (with a super powerful sword that can move mountains?) who would absolutely be willing to fight all of heaven for him.

Xie Lian generally isn't going to do this, because he doesn't want to involve Binghe in his problems, even though Binghe is CHEWING THE WALLS with the desire to help him in return. However, Xie Lian does really like to go out with Binghe and Shen Qingqiu (and sometimes people like Airplane Bro and Mobei-Jun and Liu Qingge as well) to nice restaurants every other week or so. "So, what's new?" "Oh, I've ascended to heaven again and it's a little troublesome, ha ha. How are you?"

Hua Cheng is... nonplussed. On one hand, he's a little jealous. On the other hand, FINALLY, people can recognize that Xie Lian is the best person in the world. Luo Binghe has GOOD TASTE and is just some well-meaning kid whom Xie Lian likes a lot and who rightly thinks heaven sucks. Hua Cheng is determinedly shaking Luo Binghe's hand and giving him advice from a Ghost King to a future Demon Emperor.

(Tianlang-Jun CANNOT be allowed into Ghost City. He will NOT leave. I think that Hua Cheng is strong enough to throw him out if necessary, but Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang would just keep slipping back in somehow. Permanently banned from the gambling tables no matter what he offers, but Tianlang-Jun is still allowed to hang out at the Ghost City playhouse because he quickly becomes the favorite audience member of all of the ghost actors. He has AWFUL taste. Yin Yu hates this guy.)

(Also, I do think that Xie Lian would not really like the Xin Mo sword at all. E'ming is a beautiful baby boy made from and by Hua Cheng, who is Xie Lian's favorite person in the world who has never done anything wrong ever. Xin Mo is some random blade that destroys Luo Binghe's mental health and turns him into the worst version of himself! Xie Lian could and possibly should snap that possession sword like a twig.)

[twilightkitkat]

Because I love this idea and I want to hear your thoughts on it.

Vanessa's new boyfriend meeting Wade and Logan and possibly not knowing exactly who they were. IE: The boyfriend may know their names but like not who they are

It'd be hilarious, honestly.

The poor guy had heard all about "Wade" through Vanessa. How he was funny and charming and extremely chatty and loud. He knew that Wade and Vanessa used to be together, but that now Wade was helplessly in love with his new boyfriend, Logan.

He'd heard about them as if they were any other people. Sure, apparenylu Wade had his quirks and Logan was a bit weird, but Vanessa wasn't typical either. They all had their oddities, and from what Vanessa's said they were very endearing.

Dermot was kind of excited to meet them, to be honest. Wade sounded entertaining even if he was a little scatterbrained, and Logan seemed to be an honest, down-to-earth type of guy even if he was moody.

He gets dressed up in a polo shirt and khakis to go meet them. He wants to make a good impression on the people in Vanessa's life, and he also kind of wants to make some friends himself. He didn't have anyone he was really close to before Vanessa, and the prospect of getting to be part of the group she spoke so fondly of was very appealing.

And so he knocks on the door and it swings open and... there was Logan. He raised an eyebrow and asked if he was Vanessa's new girlfriend, and Dermot nervously nodded along.

Their apartment was definitely... chaotic, to say the least, but it was cozy. Vanessa settled down comfortably and Dermot followed.

The conversation went pretty smoothly. Wade was just as much of a chatterbox as Vanessa said, and he was surprisingly handsome despite the scarring. Logan was quiet, mainly listening and watching Wade, but he occasionally threw in a sarcastic quip.

Everything went well until suddenly, the door slammed open. In the doorway stood a large, metal man.

Holy shit. Was that Colossus?

Dermot had always been a fan of superheroes, just like most people. He remembered eagerly watching the TV as a kid, seeing their fights, and cheering them on.

And yeah, Colossus might not be Captain America, but he was still fairly well-known. And he was at Wade and Logan's apartment. What the hell?

"We found their base. We need your help," he spoke in a thick, Russian accent.

Wait. Help? What could they do to help? Dermot looked to Vanessa nervously, only to see her completely nonchalant. Like this was an average Tuesday.

"You got it buddy, time to change," Wade said, and then him and Logan went back to their room in a flash.

Dermot was going to ask what the hell was going on until they reemerged just a moment later, wearing... spandex? latex? Whatever material.

Then Dermot really looked at them and what the actual fuck.

Was that The Wolverine? The one who had been thought to be dead years ago, only for him to make a miraculous return a year or so ago?

And was that Deadpool? The infamous mercenary who consistently helped the X-men? Who was practically Wolverine's partner, with how they were always spotted together?

Where did they come from? Where were Wade and Logan? Unless—

Unless Wade and Logan were Deadpool and Wolverine.

As they rushed out of the apartment, Colossus on their tail, Dermot recognized their voices. Recognized their mannerisms and figures.

Vanessa's Wade was Deadpool? The same Wade who cried when he broke his Twilight Sparkle Piggy Bank? And Logan was Wolverine? The same Logan who spent his days woodworking and trying to perfect the art of homecooked meals for Wade?

Wait... did this mean that Deadpool and Wolverine were dating? It would explain the repeated sightings together, but still.

It was odd to think that Logan had been one of the biggest heroes during his childhood. One of the "main" X-men, the one who everyone knew as a hero. It was just as odd to think that Wade, who was just as emotive and endearing as Vanessa had told him, was Deadpool. A mercenary who killed for money but was allowed to roam free because of his informal association with the X-men and his contributions to pushing back villains.

Vanessa used to date a vigilante. And knew it, by the slightly annoyed but not surprised sigh she gave when the door slammed shut.

What kind of danger did that put her in? Hell, what kind of danger did Logan and Wade face on a daily basis? Dermot could never imagine living on the edge, nearly dying just to save a life. He wasn't a bad person, but he wasn't a hero. He was just a guy.

He slowly turned to Vanessa, a thousand questions swirling in his head, but only managed to ask one.

"So, do you know the story of why Wade calls Logan peanut?"

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen overhear their s/o talking lovingly about them

requested by anon : "imagine svt reaction to accidentally overhearing their s/o talking lovingly about them (to a friend, other member etc)"

masterlist

seungcheol

comes into the room just as you're telling your friend "he's just the sweetest person ever, i'm so in love with him—" before trailing off when you spot him standing in the doorway. grins, goes "i'm only the sweetest for you" before getting flustered at himself and promptly kissing the top of your head and just bolting out of the room

jeonghan

overhears you talking so fondly over the phone and just smiles to himself, retreating back into the living room. opens his arms for a hug once you've finished your phone call, going "you love me that much, hm?" all teasingly, but won't let you get flustered before he's leaving loads of little kisses over your cheeks

joshua

you don't even notice him in the doorway, too engrossed in rambling to your friend over the phone. he laughs to himself, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a fond smile on his face and his cheeks pink until you finally catch his eye, getting all flustered yourself. walks over to you, tilts your chin upwards and kisses you right there, murmuring "i love you" against your lips

junhui

the poor boy's hearing isn't really the best so you'd have to be like. extremely oblivious to his presence as he noisily comes home early to you simply gushing about how much of a lovely boyfriend he is. laughs, drapes himself over you and kisses your cheek before running away, leaving you surprised and also shaking your head fondly as you hear him laughing in the distance

hoshi

tries to stand in the doorway all quiet and cool but he accidentally misses the frame when trying to lean against it and stumbles over his own feet, cursing so loud that it alerts you to his presence. you just look at him, shaking your head with a smile, then turn to your friend again and say "now this is exactly why i love him"

wonwoo

the stealthiest. was listening to the entire conversation from start to finish (your friend didn't even let you know smh) and comes and sits down next to you once you've stopped talking, smiling so lovingly and smugly at the same time and you just know. you just know he heard everything. ruffles your hair and kisses your cheek, telling you it's very sweet, and could your friend maybe leave now so he can kiss you senseless please? 

woozi

mentally files away everything you say about him, all the weird metaphors and the endlessly sweet words so that he can turn them around and use them for you, whether in song or little notes or whispering them to you when you're both soft with sleep. he's touched that you love him so much, and he wants to give all of that love back and so much more

minghao

he's not going to enter the room or let you know of his presence because this isn't something he's meant to be hearing. can't help but stand just outside the room though, a smile on his face, because wow, he didn't know he meant that much to you but he's so glad he does, because you mean so much to him too

mingyu

doesn't tell you that he overheard, but you know that he did bc he's just so giggly and literally like ^-^ around you for days. spoils you even more than before, compliments you every other minute, is so much clingier and tells you he loves you all the time because genuinely, he really really does. 

dokyeom

honestly i don't think this man can eavesdrop on a conversation to save his life. just starts giggling or letting out those little snorts or just bumps into something so he simply stops trying to listen in on conversations. it's a little hard to ignore you when you're screaming your love for him on the phone to your friend, though, and he just laughs and shakes his head, heart warm with love

seungkwan

tries to act all cool about it after hearing you talk about him to your friend but as you're going to bed that night he throws his arms over you and starts blubbering about how much he loves you and how precious you are to him and how he just feels so lucky to have known and been loved by someone as wonderful as you

vernon

tells you he heard you talking to your friend about him. goes "so i heard you talking to them about me" but before you even have a chance to say anything about it he's just grinning at you and teasing you endlessly about all the weird and strange things you like about him until you're so flustered and hitting him to shut up

chan

won't let you know he overheard you while your friend is still hanging out in your apartment, but once they're gone he sidles up to you like "...do you really like it that much when i do those stupid voices?" bc he just can't believe that you're so in love with something so silly that he does. also pls give him lots of love to his face from now on, he'd love it sm <3

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[xvmgnhao]

Found

pairing: tara carpenter x black!fem!reader x chad meek-martin

summary: You've had a crush on both Chad and Tara for the longest and they finally find out. Not the way you wanted them to though.

warnings: mommy kink, daddy kink, fingering, cunnilingus, threesome.

“Mommy mommy mommy..” You whine out repeatedly like a mantra.

You were riding your pillow. Getting so worked up thinking about grinding your leaking cunt against hers.

You were alone in the apartment today. Getting bored quickly your mind started to wander. Only to end up with heated thoughts of the people you couldn’t get out of your head.

Tara Carpenter and Chad Meeks-Martin.

They were a pair that you couldn't stop thinking about. When they started dating, you lost all hope in getting with either of them but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about having them both.

You continue your assault on your pillow your mind drifting to Chad groping you and whispering dirty things in your ear. Whimpers of their names could be heard throughout the apartment.

Tara laughs as she unlocks the door to your shared apartment.

"That literally makes no sen-" She was cut off by a loud moan.

"Holy shit is that Y/N?" Chad says amusedly.

"Do you think she's fucking someone? She was telling me about this guy she was super into." Tara says to Chad as a warm blush creeps up her neck.

"I hope not." Chad says making his way to your room slowly.

"Chad stop. We need to respect her privacy." Tara says following behind him hurriedly.

"Her doors open I just wanna see Tara." Chad says looking back at Tara with pleading eyes. "You know you're curious too."

"Just a peek. You're lucky I'm into her too" Tara says rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

They both make their way toward your slightly ajar door.

"Tara" You moan out loudly causing them both to freeze. "Chad"

"I'm so close. Please let me cum." You cry out not even noticing them standing at your door.

"Y/N?" You hear a soft voice call out to you.

Out of shock, you flip off of your pillow onto your back, scrambling to cover yourself with the sheets.

You see Tara staring at you wide-eyed with a dark blush creeping up her cheeks. Chad hovering over her with an amused smirk on his lips.

"I-I'm so fucking sorry guys." You stammer out as tears well up in your eyes and fall down your cheeks.

"Y/N." Tara says softly walking towards your bed with her. She sits down next to you and takes you into her arms squeezing you firmly.

Chad trails in seconds later silently sitting down on your bed.

You look up at Tara through blurry eyes.

"I'm sorry. That was extremely inappropriate and irresponsible of me. I understand if you guys want to move out." You ramble out hurriedly.

Tara smiles softly at you. She leans down and takes you into a soft intimate kiss.

You feel a larger hand curl around your waist gently.

You pull back from the kiss abruptly remembering that Chad is here.

"Fuck Chad I shouldn't hav-," You're cut off by Chad wrapping his hand around your neck, bringing you in for a heated kiss.

Whereas Tara's kiss was soft, romantic, and mind-numbing. Chad's kiss is a lot more heated, frenzied, and soul-capturing.

You pull away from your kiss with Chad a lot more flustered than before.

"Oh my god." You mumble trying to catch your breath.

"Y/N I hope you've realized now that we both are super into you." Chad says breathlessly into my ear.

"Yeah and we've wanted you for the longest time," Tara says looking down at you fondly.

"R-Really I was kind of upset that you two got together because I've had a crush on both of you and I thought it would've been weird to approach you two because you guys seem totally into each other." You ramble sitting up quickly.

"But we're like totally into you babe." Tara says pulling you back towards her and kissing up your neck.

"Just say the word and you're ours," Chad says trailing his hand down to the front of your pants.

You whine softly bucking your panty-clad core into his warm hand.

"Please," You say softly looking into Chad's eyes.

"Please what?" He says pressing his hand down softly against your clothed cunt.

"Please Daddy I need you both." You say hiding your face in Tara's neck.

Tara's chest vibrates with laughter.

"Daddy that's so cute sweetheart. Does that mean I'm Mommy?" Tara says rubbing your back.

"Y-Yes Mommy." You stammer out as Chad rubs your sensitive clit through your underwear.

"Let's get these off of you." You hear Chad say as he shuffles to strip you of your underwear. "Cute panties."

Tara smoothly slides her hands under your tank top. Slipping it off of you quickly.

"You're so beautiful," Tara whispers into your ear.

She shuffles so her back is against the headboard laying you flat on her chest.

Chad lays down pushing your legs up towards your chest putting you on display for him. He dips his head down quickly taking your swollen clit into his mouth.

"Oh!" You cry out at the abrupt sensation.

Clamping your thighs around his head tightly you revel in the feeling of him sucking your clit. You feel Tara pinch your nipples firmly.

"Look at you. Such a pervert. Letting my boyfriend eat your pretty pussy." Tara says aloud.

You respond with a loud whine as you feel Chad start to tease your hole with his fingers.

"Mommy sit on my face please please." You rush out hurriedly wanting to taste her in your mouth.

Without another word, Tara moves from behind you laying you down on your back. Quickly shedding her pants she makes her way on top of you hovering her glistening cunt over your face.

You dive into her heated core feeling your orgasm approaching. You moan into her heat. Her moans encourage you to focus harder on making her feel good.

"Wait for me, baby. I want to cum with you." Tara says as you feel her move her hips quickly back and forth on your mouth.

You feel your legs start to shake as Chad continues his attack on your swollen cunt.

"I'm so close honey wait for me." Tara basically shouts.

Chad fingering you so deeply it makes your head spin.

"Oh my god baby cum with me cum with me." Tara cries out grinding down on your face roughly.

You feel your orgasm crash over you making you dizzy for a moment.

Tara climbs off of you laying down beside you. Chad lays down on your other side.

"So," Chad trails off, "How was I baby?" he says smiling over at me.

"Really good." You say letting out a soft yawn.

"Don't go to sleep on us yet pretty," Tara says leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. "Were just getting started.

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Hey guys. I'm going to start being more active. Send requests, please.

[exhuastedpigeon]

Helllllo and welcome to my new Weekly Fic Recs!

This first one is going to be a little long since I’m going to rec my favourite fics that I’ve read so far in November. I’ll likely post a list weekly moving forward (probably Friday or Saturday) and will tag them as ‘Han’s Buddie Recs’ and 'Han's Weekly Fic Recs'

These fics are in order of longest to shortest and are separated into newly read, reread, and wips! Anything in italics is a comment from me.

Newly Read

and here, too, am i by Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars Teen || 41.1k Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.

I don’t have much else to say about this fic besides ‘it’s extremely great’

Tick Tick Boom by ChasetheWindTouchtheSky Teen || 30.4k Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic.

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by withmeornotatall/@chronicowboy Mature || 21.9k Buck gets reckless, eddie gets angry, they talk in all the wrong ways, and the universe decides to intervene

Divorce 2.0 era. 

All The Work That Needs To Be Done by trysetmeonfire/@try-set-me-on-fireTeen || 14.6k Bobby dies. Eddie worries. Life goes on.

This fic made me cry on multiple occasions, reader beware that it will probably make you cry too. It’s beautiful. 

Sixth time's the charm by CorgiQueen14/@corgiqueen14 Teen || 14.2k The mid-lawsuit time loop fic that you didn't know you needed.

I’m a hoe for a time loop 

you had to kill me (it killed you just the same) by MonsterRae1/@monsterrae1Explicit || 12.4k The Hire to Kill Au. Buck's a hired assassin sent after Eddie, instead, he ends up falling in love.

Got Weird by Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars Explicit || 10.5k Shortly after Buck and Natalia break up, Eddie gets tipsy and makes a rather forward move. Then immediately panics (not that Eddie panics, of course) and backpedals. Eddie spirals, Buck is confused. Lots of spontaneous kissing ensues.

The idiots in love tag was invited for this specific fic, I swear. 

I wanna spend my forever like that by wikiangela/@wikiangela General || 8.6k Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.

Something Dumb to Do by glorious_spoon/@glorious-spoon Explicit || 8.5k Buck and Eddie try something out together.

These men are idiots and it’s perfect and VERY hot. 

i'd swim to your call on my phone by heartbeatdiaz/@loserdiaz Teen || 8.5k Buck's daughter keeps calling 9-1-1 for help with her homework, Eddie is smitten and apparently 9-1-1 works better than Tinder

What's Died Will Never Stay Dead by HMSLusitania/@hmslusitania Teen || 6.5k The immortal firefam AU no one asked for.

Yet another Buddie banger from a ship that sank in 1915. 

swinging for the fences by inbetweenthestacks/@organizedstardust Teen || 6.4k Buck takes Eddie to a baseball game.

This is the first baseball/baseball adjacent fic I’ve read in the Buddie fandom that made my baseball obsessed heart very happy. You don’t have to care about baseball to like it though!The line “Is baseball just…math?” made me actually laugh out loud because.. Yeah baseball kind of is math. 

if you go down in the woods today by oklahoma/@malewifediazTeen || 6.3k “Oh, oh. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you.�� Buck grips Bobby’s hands as he goes down to the ground, looking up at Eddie with hot fire in his big blue eyes. “You’re gonna owe me so many blowjobs when I wake up. D’you hear me, Eddie Diaz? You owe me so bad.”

They’re so goofy with each other in this and it feels so true to the characters and show. A delight! 

kiss and make up by 42hrb Explicit || 3.3k Instead of being soft and sweet or adrenaline fueled and filled with love and thanks that they're both alive, their first kiss comes in the middle of a fight in Eddie’s living room.

shameless self promo, but I loved writing this fic so here it is on my own rec list :)

if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) by HungryHungryHippo/@hippolotamus Teen || 3.2k After Chris leaves for college Buck mysteriously disappears. Five years later he finally returns with some answers.

Honestly... it's perfect

let heart hold true by lecornergirl/@clusterbuck Teen || 2.4k Eddie comes out to christopher. things snowball from there.

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make by thewolvesof1998/@thewolvesof1998 General || 800 words Bobby and Athena meet Buck and Eddie's new baby girl.

Reread

like a dog with a bird at your door by fleetinghearts/@shitouttabuckExplicit || 51k Evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

I wish I was lying when I say I’ve read this fic 4 times since it came out, but I’m not. It’s so damn good. 

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston/@ebjameston Teen || 40.9k The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind.

I can’t find the worlds to tell you how much I love this fucking fic. It’s so good. It might actually be perfect. 

of bake sales and overdue realizations by brewrosemilk/@gayhoediaz Teen || 4.8k Eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and Buck, without Chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. Buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before Eddie does the same, often beating him to it.

WIPs

Maybe More Than I Should by Leslie_Knope Mature || 30k || ¾ chapters complete Eddie caught sight of the man leaning against the side of his desk and immediately wanted to retreat to the relative safety of the hallway, back in time when he lived happily not knowing that Mr. Buckley was apparently some kind of male model masquerading as a third-grade teacher.

This fic is an absolutely TREAT

[bruisedboys]

i need james or remus w a shy reader 🙏🙏 maybe where they are shopping and she forgot her purse but doesn’t want to spend his money

love love love this idea, tysm anon!! first remus blurb omg

fem!reader 0.7k words

Remus waits in the shoe section for you while you try on your clothes in the dressing rooms. You hadn’t told him to, but he could tell you felt shy about him seeing you in new clothes. So he’d given you your space while you tried them on.

Now, you’re smiling shyly as you approach him, your arms laden with clothes.

“How’d it go?” He asks as you come to a stop two steps too far away from him. Remus closes the gap. Your smile goes from shy to shyer.

“It went okay,” you say quietly, rearranging the pile of clothes in your arms. “The pink dress looked weird. But I really liked the blue one.”

Remus beams. He’d picked out the blue one. He feels very proud of himself. “Yeah? And the top?”

You nod and lift your eyes to his. You’re too pretty for the store’s harsh white lighting, Remus thinks. Too soft.

“That was good, too,” you say. “The colours are nice.”

“Awesome,” he says. He reaches out and takes the pink dress from you. It’s quite short, he notices, and would probably show a lot more leg than you’re used to. Maybe that’s why you don’t like it. “You sure you didn’t like this one? I think it’s nice.”

You shake your head. “Nah, not my style.”

Remus shrugs and hangs the dress over his elbow. “Okay. That’s okay, dove. I’ll put it back, if you want. And you’re definitely getting those two?”

He points to the two remaining pieces in your arms, a flowery top that suits your skin tone and the pale blue dress he’d seen and made a beeline for earlier. They’re both very pretty, and Remus can’t wait to see you wear them.

You nod happily. Remus thinks maybe he should come clothes shopping with you more often, if you’re gonna be this adorable every time. He’s been missing out.

Remus sets off to return the pink dress to its place. It only takes a minute or two, but when he returns you’re not waiting in the checkout line like he thought you’d be. You’re standing just shy of the line, looking distraught. Remus feels a rush of panic like a stab to his heart.

“Dove?” He approaches you quickly, his hand quick to clasp around your elbow. “Are you okay?”

You look up at him and your face crumples. “I’ve forgotten my wallet,” you say, your tone far too close to self-deprecating for his liking.

Remus relaxes. From the look on your face he’d thought it was something much worse than that. Still, he squeezes your elbow because you do look very sad.

“Oh, that’s okay.” He drags his hand down your forearm and curls his fingers around your wrist. “I’ll pay, bub.”

You somehow manage to look even more distraught than a second ago.

“No,” you say desperately, shaking your head so fast Remus is scared you’ll get a headache. “You don’t have to do that, Remus. I just won’t get them.”

You make to turn away but Remus snags your wrist, pulling you back into him. You go from startled to shy in a matter of seconds.

“Y/N,” he says, patient but firm. He’d seen how excited you were about the clothes and can’t bear to let you put them back. “Don’t be silly. I’ll pay.”

You look helpless and a bit like a lost puppy as Remus takes the clothes from you.

“I’ll pay you back,” you blurt.

Remus shakes his head. “Nah, don’t worry. Your payment for my extreme generosity can be giving me a fashion show when we get home.”

He’s half teasing and half totally serious. You whine and hide your face in his shoulder, your way of saying Remus, please. Remus just chuckles fondly and rubs your back, knowing if he says anything more you’ll probably melt into a puddle.

When the clothes are payed for and you’re out of the store, Remus holds the bag out to you. You take it, albeit shyly.

“Thank you,” you say, so quiet Remus barely hears you. He can tell you want to say more, but it’s always hard for you to find the right words. He saves you the trouble, before you get too worked up.

“S’no problem,” he says, because it really isn’t. He’d spend himself dry for you if you asked for it. He’d give you anything you want in the world. He wants to tell you so, only you’re already very hot in the face and he doesn’t want you bursting into flames in the middle of the mall.

He opts for a kiss to your head instead.

[facioleeknow]

He loves me, he loves me not • Bang Chan

Does he like you or are you friends delulu?

WC: 1906 Genre: smut, fluff, lifeguard!au, highschool/college!au (implied)

TW: kids, smut, not proofread, shuhua x soojin (gidle)

AN: this wasn't supposed to contain any smut but Dahlia (@comet-falls ) made me think about Chris on his knees in the most inappropriate time (Brat).

Taglist: @bahng-chrizz

Working a summer job wasn't the worst thing you ever did, by far but it wasn't exactly how you planned on spending your summer. Especially if the job in question was at the snack bar at the local community pool. You wanted to spend your summer lazing around towns and spending way too much time at your best friend’s house, not yelling at kids not to run around and trying not to melt under the scorching summer heat. 

The job, though, even if it resembled largely your own personal hell most of the time, had its perks. First of all you had free entrance at the pool and the keys which meant that if you wanted to swim late at night you could and you were sure the owner didn’t mind. And second the lifeguard assigned to keep the little demons at bay was Christopher Bang, and he was dreamy. 

It wasn’t like you and Chris went back but you two knew each other as you had a mutual friend, Lee Felix, who was probably the sweetest and kindest person you knew. The friendship between you and Felix was weird, he was a literal angel and you were the biggest people-hating person you knew, he loved the sun and hot weather and you hated light and suffered if the temperature went past 15°C; but he never pointed the differences out and he was one of the closest friends you had, except for Shuhua of course.

You were extremely thankful to Felix, and not only because he went past your discrepancies but also because he was the one who found you the job; thanks to him you were able to freely ogle at Chris with heart eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“God he’s so hot,” you whined. That day was particularly hot so Chris had discarded his tank top and was only in his trunks, basking in the sun. The sight was glorious.

“Can you stop drooling on a man? It’s embarrassing,” Shuhua sighed and kept fanning herself with a random newspaper you found behind the bar and gave her. Her and her girlfriend Soojin finally agreed to visit you at work after you complained for weeks about how excruciating it was to stay around little kids all day without support. She had been side-eyeing you all morning for simping like that for a man, insisting that it wasn’t very girlboss of you and you insisted back that you knew but he was different, he was actually nice, which earned you an even more sour look.

“Leave her alone, I’m sure you were like this when we weren’t together,” argued Soojin, looking fondly at the other girl. 

“Oh my god, she was even worse and I had to sit through it all the time and of course I couldn’t say anything,” you agreed with Soojin which made Shuhua whine quite loudly.

“Excuse me miss,” a little voice interrupted your conversation, “ can you give me another ice cream?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but you already ate two and your mother told me not to give you any,” you forced a smile. That kid came everyday and demanded all the ice cream and when the mother said no he threw one hell of a tantrum. 

You tried to resume your conversation with the girls, hoping that the kid would spare you that day, but as soon as you turned the child started screaming and crying for ice cream. Like. Every. Damn. Day. Shuhua scoffed once again and looked at him with that one scary stare she always had.

“Kid, didn’t your mother teach you not to interrupt adult’s conversations?” by the tone of her voice you could tell that your best friend was really ticked off and not just pretending to make the kid quiet. You kinda felt bad for the kid, being on the other end of Shuhua’s annoyance wasn’t something enjoyable. At all.

While you were thinking about that time when you had fucked up really bad and Shuhua yelled at you, the kid sprinted towards the counter, grabbed your phone and then started running in the opposite direction.

“Are you fucking serious?” you mumbled to yourself. as fast as you could you got out of the little snack hut and tried to run after the kid, who was extremely fast and wasn’t wearing shoes which gave him better grip on the wet floor. However you were way taller than him and his little legs could only do so much, your hand started grazing his shoulder and you were already tasting victory when your forehead collided with a hard metal surface. The elevated lifeguard seat. Your luck couldn’t be any better. You fell backwards.

Your head hurt like a bitch, that pole was very sturdy even if it looked rusty. You closed your eyes, the world was spinning a little bit. You could feel people looming over you and faint shouting a bit more far away from you. Soojin and Chris were both kneeling beside your slumped form.

“Are you alright?” Soojin whispered worriedly. You groaned, the last thing you needed was a gigantic bruise in the middle of your forehead.

“My phone.”

“Shuhua went to get it, don't worry.”

A big warm hand gently patted your head and started brushing hair away from your face.

“Are you sure you're okay?”a male voice asked. Chris. Your eyes shot open. He was smiling at you and it was the sweetest smile you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Yeah,” you sputtered. Your whole body was on fire, and not in the good way.

Chris put his muscular arm around your shoulders and helped you sit up. The closeness between both of your faces was making your heart beat wildly.

“I'm going to get some nice, wouldn't want a bruise to ruin your pretty face,” he winked at you playfully.

Soojin raised an eyebrow at you but your mind had escaped your current body and was metaphorically running in a flower field.

Maybe the summer job wasn't that bad.

From that day Chris would always exchange small talk in the morning with you when the pool was quiet and the kids were still sleeping. Sometimes he would catch you staring and he'd send a wink your way paired with one of his adorable smiles which made you extremely flustered. Shuhua and Soojin insisted he liked you, you insisted that he was being nice because you had a mutual friend. But after what happened earlier that day you were starting to toy with the idea.

It was extremely hot and everybody was struggling except the kids that still ran around like it was any other day. The snack hut felt like a furnace but the shadow it provided gave you at least some protection. Chris on the other hand didn't look so good, he was wearing a cap to protect his head against the sun but the heat was getting to him and you could see that. Your hand instinctively flew to the small fridge behind you and grabbed an ice cold bottle of water. 

The walk to the chair was agonizing, your nerves we're so taut that you could play violin on them. The universe though, must have not liked you getting close to that particular spit because once again he sent a kid against you. The blonde, giggly, snotty child ran into your brand new t-shirt (a cat shirt) ice cream first and then proceeded to smear it across the front of it. 

“Hehe, sorry,” he giggled and then ran away.

“I like you shirt,” chuckled Chris, now in front of you. You decided to ignore his comment and handed him the bottle.

“It's really hot, you should drink plenty of water.” 

He took the bottle and smiled again, that man was all smiles.

“Go to the staff room, you can wear my shirt, I have the tank anyway, I don't need it.”

You froze. You? Wear his shirt? Your brain was shutting down.

The staff room wasn't far but it was separated from the pool which meant you could freak out as much as you wanted. Chris' bag laid open on the bench in front of you, his shirt was neatly folded on top. It was a plain black shirt and it smelled of laundry detergent and baby powder. 

“Oh my god, he's not stinky like other men, I love him,” you whispered to yourself while you admired the shirt.

Maybe you were starting to like your summer job.

When you told Shuhua about the shirt incident she was adamant he liked you but you were still very reluctant to believe that. She kept bugging you and insisting that you should ask him out and that he was definitely into you. But still, being the stubborn woman you were, you kept to yourself and the summer swiftly came to an end. The last day of the job had a bitter taste to it, how would you survive without your hot lifeguard to gawk at? You didn't know.

The pool wasn't open, you were only supposed to put all of the pool chairs inside and lock up.

It was hard work and it was still very warm but you were getting paid, so you had to do it. Chris had other plans, he sent you in the staff room to make “inventory” while he carried inside all the chairs.

Y/N:

He's taking the chairs inside all by himself

His muscles look so sexy

I'm feeling hot and bothered rn ngl

Shuhua:

Ew

Just fuck already

“I wanted to surprise you but it seems like you were the one who surprised me,” Chris chuckled from behind your shoulder. 

The gasp you let out was inhuman. You were screwed. As a way to escape the situation you started to slowly back away from him, but soon your back hit the wall effectively trapping you. 

“You think my muscles are sexy?”

You nodded slowly.

“Feel them then.” His warm hand gripped yours and gently guided it to his arm.

“Very impressive,” you stuttered trying so hard not to faint on him.

Chris had his eyes fixed on you, he had this look, dark and intimidating. It was hot.

“Can I touch you?”

“YES!”

Your lips met in a soft chaste kiss, it was almost innocent, but his hands wandered your body. He gripped and kneaded your flesh feverishly. His plump lips trailed down your jaw and stopped at your neck. His link tongue darted out to lap at the skin.

Your mind was clouded with so much pleasure from only his mouth on your neck that you didn't notice his hand had slipped past your underwear until he pressed on your clit lightly. He had made you gasp twice that day, but the second one was for a completely different reason.

You were so wet it was easy for him to slip his fingers inside you. You instinctively threw your head back and smacked it a little too hard against the tiled wall.

“Careful baby,” he groaned. His fingers slipped out of you and a whine escaped your lips but your voice got caught in your throat when you saw what he did next. He kneeling. In front of you. And looking at you like you were a goddess.

“We should go out sometimes,” he said while he yanked your shorts down.

You definitely loved your summer job.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Saving Face

(8x05 speculation fic based on the promo stills)

“That's not a pimple, Evan.”

“No, it's the curse of the mummy.”

“It's what?”

Buck can't blame Tommy for the raised eyebrow, he's behaving weird even by his standards. For one thing, it’s strange to welcome your boyfriend, hood pulled firmly into your face, with a fleeting embrace to avoid the inevitable kiss. Tommy has his strategies though, and eventually he got it out of him, "There's something on my face, it's a pimple, I mean, it's Halloween, it's embarrassing" and similar babble. So he made him pull down his hood. Buck doesn't like the look on Tommy's face, though. He sighs.

“The mummy,” he repeats, taking a deep breath. “I... I might have done something stupid.”

Tommy smiles. It's such a sweet smile, a mixture of indulgence and, well, being smitten. Buck loves it when Tommy does that, when the corners of his mouth turn upwards and the fine lines next to his eyes deepen.

“I'm sure it has nothing to do with mummies, but just start from the beginning.”

“Yeah, well... but it has to do with a mummy,” sighs Buck. “Halloween decorations at the fire station, precisely. I love Halloween, Tommy.“

Tommy's smile deepens. Of course he knows - Buck has been talking about nothing else in the last few weeks. This is new, like so many things: that someone listens to him unconditionally, doesn't look at him leniently as if he were a child. Maybe it is childish to love a holiday that is all about sweets, dressing up and pranks. But when it comes to his childhood, these are the days Buck remembers most fondly. These few carefree hours without thinking, without worries, away from his both overprotective and dismissive parents. The praise he got for his costumes - from strangers, never from his mother, whose pursed lips only demanded that Maddie not let him out of her sight. Buck may have made peace with many things from his past, but he doesn't want to miss out on the boyish fun that Halloween brings him.

“Anyway... Hen and I have a kind of competition every year to see who can come up with the weirdest decorations. She once brought a real skeleton, that was so cool!“

“A real skeleton?” Tommy repeats slowly, doubt in his eyes.

"Yeah," Buck explains with a grand gesture, "don't worry, it was all ethical and such. The guy has bequeathed his body to science, without exception.”

“Doesn't seem very scientific to me,” Tommy interjects, but Buck keeps talking.

"At any rate, I had to find something that was even better. Last month, there was an emergency at the museum, I think I told you about it...”

“Oh,” says Tommy, who seems to be slowly realizing where this is going. “The Egyptologist who somehow locked himself in a glass case?”

“Exactly. A real klutz, but also extremely nice and fascinating. I called him. Just about the prank, of course.”

He slips this information in afterwards so that Tommy doesn't think he thinks the guy is cool. He is cool, of course, but he’s not hot. It’s stimulating to see Tommy jealous, but now’s not the time.

“He said he can't give me any of the Egyptian mummies, and to be honest, I think they're creepy too. But they have others because they're preparing an exhibition about natural mummification through weather conditions.”

“Wait, your decoration was a real corpse?”

“A guy who died in 1868 when a tunnel collapsed in a salt mine. Preserved by salt, so cool.”

Tommy blinks and says, “Is that even legal?”

Buck shrugs, “The body couldn't be recovered for a hundred years, and there were no next of kin. So technically it belonged to the state, who decided to give it to the museum.”

“I meant, for the museum to just give you a corpse... never mind, go on.”

“It's no ordinary corpse, it's a mummy. A salt mummy, to be precise. Anyway, I brought it to the station in a wooden coffin.”

“These are not exactly ideal conditions for a corpse that’s over 150 years old.”

“Not really,” Buck grudgingly admits, ”I mean, I should have thought of that, shouldn't I? The museum guy should have reminded me. He's the absent-minded professor type, I think. Well, anyway... I don't know exactly. What if it was too warm, and the mummy was fuming something?”

“Oh,” Tommy says, sounding strangely relieved, ”you don't really think it was a curse, but bacteria?”

“Might not be much better,” Buck says gloomily. “This thing on my cheek is huge. Maybe it's filled with spiders or something. Or some ancient disease?”

“All right, now let me have a look at it.”

Buck lets out a deep sigh. He looks bad, he knows that, and he definitely doesn't want Tommy to take a closer look at him now. But the man tilts his head and says, as if he can read his mind, “Evan. Last month you had a cold, along with a Rudolf-like red nose and your adorable curls in an Einstein hairstyle. Do you really think anything you have on your face could throw me off?”

Buck remembers last month. Tommy had been worried because he hadn't responded to his messages, and he didn’t like the fact Bobby told him about Buck’s sick leave. “That's part of it,” he said at the time. “I don't just want to see you when you get medals, I also want to be there when you're full of snot.”

Buck still has to get used to that. Tommy leans forward and examines his face closely. He’s not very good in hiding his concerns.

“Nope, definitely not a pimple. Maybe an abscess. We should go to the hospital, it probably needs to be cut open.”

“No, we had plans for tonight,” protests Buck.

"Sure, if you want to scare the kids at the front door with your face, go ahead," Tommy replies dryly, "but I don't want it to inflame. Maybe it's already infected. You don't want a scar on your pretty face, honey.“

Buck blinks. Then he swallows. Then he blinks again.

“Y... you called me…”

Tommy looks confused for a moment, then grins.

“Oops. I actually had a different moment in mind when I first called you a pet name, but now is as good a time as any. Is that okay? Honey?”

“It's perfect.”

Buck's cheeks hurt from his smile, he can't stop. But it could also be the thing on his face hurting.

“Not too cheesy? Unmanly? Weird?”

Tommy's face is covered in a hint of pink, it's breathtaking.

“No,” says Buck, ”the only weird thing here is the thing on my face. But I don't want to go to hospital. It'll take hours.”

“Well, but...”

“Let's call Eddie. He's great with this kind of stuff.”

“Abscesses?”

“Field operations.”

"This isn't a war zone," Tommy says, but his face says otherwise. He sighs. “All right, call Eddie.”

Buck starts a video call, and when Eddie picks up, he puts his face close to the phone.

"Eddie," he begs, "come here and look at this!"

“Yikes,” Eddie says. “I'll be there in 30.”

“You might still need to see a doctor,” Tommy points out when Buck hangs up.

“Or not,” says Buck optimistically. “Whatever the outcome... I'm glad you're here.”

“Good,” says Tommy, and then his face does that adorable scrunch again. “I'd kiss you, but who knows about your other cheek.”

“You could disinfect it,” Buck suggests.

“Yeah, or we just wait for Eddie's opinion. I'm sure it'll be fine, and then I'll kiss you so much you'll wish I'd stop.”

“I would never,” says Buck, beaming.

[AO3] [All my BuckTommy on AO3]

[buckley-diaztruther]

there is a lot of folks really heated at eddie for this last ep and I gotta say yall, none of it felt ooc to me. I think in the lead up so many folks built up a fantasy of what they WANTED from the ep (eddie fondly exasperated but indulging buck completely in contrast to cruel skepticism from temu) when the reality is eddienhas ALWAYS been a bitch(affectionate) when it comes to his skepticism. Just because it feels weird to us to see him getting along w temu again doesn't mean it's ooc. I think we also built a fantasy of him now aggressively hating temu because he saw he was classic petty eddie at the bachelor party. but 1. I don't think the show would be THAT overt w Eddie's jealousy, he always displays it in little looks and comments but is otherwise generally neutral if not nice to bucks partners. 2. it is possible for eddiento be jealous and still like temu as a friend, much as we wish he didn't. they've effectively written put temus dark past and it's all about him just being dry humor and sarcasm, which at times can line up well w Eddie's humor. there's a reason they got on so well at the beginning of s7, no matter how we as temu haters feel about it.

also, folks are really defensive of buck being roasted by both of them purely bc theyre defensive of buck in general (same bestie same). the fandom has clocked very early on that buck is some flavor of adhd and the RSD is out the wazoo on this guy. and a lot of us empathize w that, can relate to it. and inthink that leads to a LOT of projection. not a bad thing, but I think that it can make folks a little blind to the nuance. buck can be genuinely hurt by the dismissal from eddie and eddie can still be ok and fine for laughing and poking fun to an extent. him and buck have always had a relationship that was heavy with friendly jabs and mocking and roasting bc thats a very normal thing in relationships, esp ones that are secure. it's easy to be comfortable ribbing each other the way they do (and they've said some BOLD shit even early on) because they trust each other to not go too far and that their relationship is still secure at the end of the day. it's newer, less certain relationships where you're going to tip toe around sensitivities until you really understand a person's boundaries. and while buck has clearly struggled w being put down and rejected, outside of the divorce era it's never been something that is obviously a crossed line for buck and so I don't think this is anything more than a silly 'et tu brute' kinda feeling from buck. I don't think he's really THAT torn up about eddie laughing.

also I'm gonna say something a lot of folks hate to hear. even if buck genuinely is so distressed at every perceived rejection, that is NOT Eddie's responsibility. eddie is his friend (and future husband I know) and yes, he should and does have care for bucks feelings and boundaries. but sometimes people act like eddie has to coddle buck and treat him like a baby to protect his feelings or that eddie just never would ever be mean or dismissive to buck and 1. that's not true and 2. RSD means something that was 100% ok yesterday might feel like a devastating rejection today and unfortunately, that's for buck to contend with. he's an adult and responsible for his own emotions and reactions. he can be hurt and work thru them (solo or w eddie) but even in romantic relationships it's not all gonna be sunshine and rainbows and not every hurt feeling needs to be met with a thousand apologies and amends because sometimes w rsd your reaction can be disproportionate to the cause and that's up to buck to tackle w his therapist.

I say this all, BTW, as someone w extreme rsd who v much was amd is buck in a lot of my friend groups - the 'immature', naive and hyperactive kid who won't shut up and gets their feelings hurt at every little thing and then youre getting hurt more because you're laughed at for being sensitive. it fucking sucks and a lot of that was extrapolated by having shitty friends. and yall, the 118 are not that.

Anyway sorry that got way out of hand and I went on a huge tangent but tldr stop acting like eddie is ooc and a dick for laughing at buck and stop treating buck like a baby when he's a grown ass man thank u love u

[cuddlecow]

FINALLY FRANCO SIMPS.....I love Franco so much I'm glad ppl are making content for him!! :> May I request headcanons of Franco having a crush on the reader? I think it would be def weird for him because all he knows is pain :(

YEAHHH!! I love Franco so much it's unreal hehe. I hope this checked all the boxes for you, and thank you for requesting!

Franco Barbi Having A Crush Headcanons

The first time he saw you was in his trial, “Poison The Medicine”. You had just woken up the sleeping baby by smashing your fist into the red button. He stumbled off of the chair, falling onto his hands and knees before getting up. He was about to say the rest of his usual lines, but his eyes landed on you and he temporarily froze and stuttered. He quickly recovered, making his display of aggression by shooting the two hanging reagents.

Franco wasn’t allowed into his own trial except for a few times, and so in the meantime he thought deeply about you. He would for sure yell at the Murkoff personnel to go back to “make sure his product wasn’t being fucked with”. In reality, that was just an excuse to go and scope you out a little more.

Once you had progressed to the part where you had to acquire three parcels of product, you were about to be in for a rough time. Franco was feeling pretty disgusted with himself and somewhat freaked out that he actually seemed to like someone. After the whole thing between his dad regarding Angelina, he had been estranged from love. He was beginning to question whether or not he loved her, or lusted after her. He shook his head and cursed to himself.

You got the first parcel that was tied to the eye symbol, and quickly ducked into the train car to the left in the rail yard. You took mental note of Franco’s huffing and almost asthmatic sounding breathing. 

“I can’t help havin’ a sweet tooth.” He said whilst grinning like the mad bastard he is. After a couple minutes of searching, you made it upstairs to look for the symbols. Little did you know, Franco was playing dirty and camped out in one of the offices where he could see through the windows down below to where you were. He drooled, admiring the way you walked and not to mention how gorgeous you looked..

“Who’s a succulent little treat?” Franco cooed as he waddled down the halls, mainly talking to himself. All of a sudden, he heard the clattering of a paint canister. You were mentally panicking and picking up a cold sweat. 

“Come out and play with me!” He snarled, beginning to get irritated that he hadn’t gotten to see you nearly as much as he would’ve liked. You retreated with the parcels back to the lab and cooker.

In the meantime, Franco was thinking fondly of you before he suddenly turned sour and remembered his dad doing numerous neglectful and abusive things when he shared any differing opinion from his father. Love was one of those things.

You were on the cargo ship, shakily pressing the red button where the wheel would be. A platform in the middle of the deck rose up with Franco standing on it. He stumbled over to the glass, not saying a word. He had his usual mean face on, but his true feelings were the complete opposite. He aimed his Lupara at the glass, the only thing shielding you from him. You had experienced this twice already, and previously, the glass didn’t break. 

How severely wrong and naive to think it would save you a third time. He pressed his finger into the trigger, firing at the glass. It shattered, just like your confidence in that moment. Your face drained of all color it held as you froze in place. Your limbs felt extremely heavy yet your mind was hazy and lightheaded. One foot dragged slightly backwards as your body was going to turn and run for the stairs down into the bay. 

Franco wasn’t interested in killing you, not by a long shot. He knew he had to get you injured in order for him to be able to talk to you. Or at least that’s how he knew to get someone to talk.

Your leg gave out as you went to shift your weight, causing you to let out a silent scream, your horrified eyes looking straight up at him as he approached you, “You’re pretty when you’re scared.”

Franco had a look of pride on his face at his succession. You had passed out, your heart rate still on the fritz. “Oh, suga’..” He looked down at your passed out form, admiring you for a moment..

[anime-related]

AU where L and Light go to To-Oh together before the Death Note is dropped. (Whether Light is Kira is up to you, I think it'd be cool either way)

While L and the cops are investigating Kira, Light and L have began a relationship. Now, Soichiro (lights dad, if your memory is as bad as mine) is working with L, but has also literally seen him in the house.

Sufficed to say, he's shocked when he meets L and it's his son's college friend. Even more so when Light calls L nearing the end of a meeting and hears them talk more than platonically.

Here's some little excerpts my mind made up. I've watched the show only once, so I'm sorry if/that it's ooc

"Hello. I am here to see Light."

"Light! There's a weird guy at the door!" Sayu called. She glanced at him. "No offense."

"None taken," L dismissed.

Light ran down the stairs, smiling at the sight of L in the door.

"Hey! I picked up some cake, and we can go play that game I talked about."

"I figured as much, since that's why I'm here," L said. Light rolled his eyes fondly.

They walked into the kitchen, where his father was getting water.

"Oh, you must be Soichiro Yagami. Police chief, solved over 30 cases."

"Wow, Light. I had no idea you talked about me all that much."

"He doesn't."

Upon setting their sights on L, Soichiro's mind went blank. He would've never guessed. What were the chances. While everyone else was making their judgments on L and his appearance, Soichiro was trying to combine Ryuzaki with L in his mind.

He ignored it. It'd be safer for both of them if they didn't bring their personal lives into this. He took out his ID and introduced himself as if it were the first time.

"If I were Kira you would be dead Soichiro Yagami."

Combining these two people wouldn't be so difficult. He knew Ryuzaki reminded him of someone.

As they went on, he remembered small details. Light running downstairs because he and Ryuzaki had left their phones there. Ryuzaki also had an infatuation for sugar, and even when his wife made pretty universally loved tea, he'd still add stacks of sugar cubes.

Then there was...

"And from now on, I'll have to ask that you stop calling me 'L.' It's..." L glanced at Soichiro. "Ryuzaki now. Just to be safe."

How cautious was L to give a fake name to L before Kira was even a factor? And if Soichiro didn't know him, would he have used a different alias?

"Excuse me," L said, pulling his phone oddly from his pocket. "Your timing is perfect, I'm nearly done with my meeting. I'll be over shortly."

"I assume you have more puzzles to test me with?"

"Of course I do." Whoever was on the other side laughed softly. A small smile cracked L's face.

"I look forward to it, Ryu."

"So do I."

"See you soon."

L hesitated, but hung up without saying much more like usual.

"My apologies, I try not to keep him waiting."

"Was that Watari?" Matsuda asked.

"No, my boyfriend." He said it so casually, though it shocked everyone.

"You... what?" Aizawa asked.

"He's the only person I've ever met on my level. If it didn't put him in significant danger, I would've brought him in to help." He pushed his lip with his thumb. "Though that's not the only reason," he added in a mumble. He looked as ashamed as L could look.

"How long have you, uh..." Poor Matsuda was thrown extremely off guard.

"I've been queer my whole life if that's what you're asking. Though, I'm sure you're not. I've known him for a few months. He's very attractive." He pulled his hand away from his smile. "I'd tell you his name, but I don't feel comfortable doing so."

Soichiro feared he already knew who it was. Light didn't need to be put in more danger than he already was being his son. He didn't know how to feel about this.

"You'd place surveillance camera's on your own boyfriend?" Soichiro asked. He wouldn't mind placing them on Light, but L always had a certain level of respect for him.

"Of course. I've suspected he was L since before we started a romantic relationship."

This was a shock to everyone. Not only L dating Light, but L potentially dating Kira and knowing it.

"Why?"

"Light is my intellectual equal. Unfortunately that makes it more likely that he's Kira. And the fact that he made the first move only increases that likelihood, though he doesn't know I'm L. If he did, I'd be more sure."

"How sure are you?"

"About 5%. If he knew I was L before he kissed me, it'd be 7 or 8%. Getting close with the enemy is a good way of staying in their good graces and not getting caught, but I'm not going to excuse Light as a suspect just because he makes me happy. That would be ridiculous. And being his boyfriend makes it so I can monitor him outside the house without raising suspicion."

"I might be out of line, but that sounds messed up. Spying on your boyfriend?"

"Well, I don't have to. I can monitor elsewhere while they're at home. I will still be attending my outings with Light and I can't help but monitor him in those moments, though I can assure you we're usually focused on each other; I'm not sure he'd have a moment to kill with me there."

"And Light doesn't know you're L?" Aizawa asked. "Couldn't it be helpful for him to be brought on the case? He's helped on cases before."

"If Light isn't Kira, I don't want him in any danger. I'm sure Soichiro understands my dilemma." His voice was tense as were his hands.

"I do," Soichiro admitted. "I'm find putting cameras around the house. If there's any chance, we may as well check."

"Exactly."

[shaunamilfman]

Witch!Lottie Drabble

Summary: "Witch!Lottie keeps stopping by your bookstore to buy shitty occult books as an excuse to talk to you."

Lottie Matthews was, hands down, your favorite customer. Not just because she was liable to spend a couple hundred any time she set foot in there, but you felt a strange connection to her that you'd never felt before. 

Your employee Jeff hated her with a passion, however. He claimed she was "Fucking weird." and that she often walked in, saw he was working, and left. It didn't sound much like the Lottie you knew, so you didn't pay much attention to him. You didn't care much for Jeff anyway, but he unfortunately was a model employee.

Sure, Lottie was a little strange. A little unusual. You think she might be a part of a cult, but that's not a crime. Hopefully. You had checked to make sure there weren't any unexplained missing persons in the area, just in case. So definitely not a crime. 

If that wasn't enough, all she buys are books on the occult. Honestly, you only order them for her. You heard her murmur about "Getting rid of revisionist history," more than once when she bought books on the Salem witch trials. 

You honestly didn't care what she did with them once she left the shop. You wondered if she realized she was creating her own problem by buying up the books she disliked so much. You wouldn't have stocked them otherwise; They really didn’t sell that well.

Still, the highlight of her visits came when she'd stand by the register afterwards and talk with you for hours and hours about everything and nothing. She'd always seemed disappointed in herself when you'd gently remind her that the store was closing soon, like there was something she wanted to say but didn't.  You had hopes that she'd ask you out, but you were admittedly too nervous to ask her instead. Lottie Matthews had always made an intimidating figure, even in school.

She brings you gifts sometimes, little trinkets. She brought you a flower from her garden a few weeks ago. You look at it in awe every time you see it. Not necessarily because it's the most beautiful flower you've ever seen, which it is, but because it still hasn't started to wilt in the slightest. It's like magic.

…

She came in on Halloween one day and actually stops in her tracks to look at your witch's hat. She gives you an immeasurably fond look as she shakes her head slightly in amusement. "That's cultural appropriation," She said. You laugh quietly at her as you lean across the counter to look at her.

"To who, witches?" You ask teasingly. She hums in acknowledgement with a smile just smug enough that you wonder if she knows something you don’t. “Well,” You say slowly, “If a witch would like to come and complain she could file it in the complaint box.” Her face lights up as she looks around and says excitedly, “There’s a complaint box?” 

You grin softly as her and glance towards the trash can. “Oh,” She says, deflating noticeably. You fake an offended gasp as you give her an affronted look.

“You were going to file a complaint about me?” You ask. Her eyes widen and she looks slightly panicked, like she just realized she put her foot in it.

“No, no.” She insists. “I was going to file a complaint about Jeff.” You can’t help the way you snort with laughter, head falling down on your arms as you muffle your laughter into the counter. You look up to see Lottie looking a mixture of surprised and pleased as she looks down at you. 

“Sorry,” You say, “It’s just that Jeff doesn’t like you either.” She smirks.

“Good.” She says. You shake your head fondly.

…

You remember the day you found out extremely well. You were standing on a ladder stocking books on the top overflow shelf when she stormed in the shop, obviously trying to get out of the heavy rain outside. You understandably were not expecting customers when it was raining that hard and startled so hard you fell back off the ladder.

You had your eyes closed waiting for the inevitable landing when you realized it had been an oddly long fall. You peaked one eye open to realize that you were floating in mid air. You looked around to find Lottie staring wide eyed at you with one hand out, soaked with rain and so cold she was shaking. 

You remember it so well mostly because she forgot to put you back on the ground as she confesses. You look fearfully at her before she suddenly realizes she hasn't set you down. "Oh!" She says, failing to hide her blush as she helped you down.

You weren't all that surprised honestly once you got over your initial shock. It seemed ironically on brand for what you knew about her. Once she sets you on the ground you give her a concerned look. You walk behind the counter as you search for the blanket you keep for when it gets cold. She’s watching you curiously as you walk back over to her and wrap the blanket around her, holding tightly around her shoulders. 

“You’re going to get sick being so wet and cold.” You chide. She smiles so wide it practically splits her face in two. “You need to go home and change into dry clothes.” You say.

“I will,” She promises. “If…”

“If what?” You ask.

“If you say you’ll go on a date with me.” She says, touched with a tinge of anxiety.

You sigh dramatically, as if it was a really hard ask. “If I must,” You say, but can’t help the way you smile widely back at her.

As she left the store you shouted at her to ask “Should I be looking for your car or your broom?” She turns back so that you can see the way she rolls her eyes. She says something about “Reductionist stereotypes,” but you were laughing too hard at your own joke to be sure. 

…

She never seems to be very showy with her magic. It's the small things really: you notice that her plants never die, her dishes are always clean, and her food never burns. You teased her for weeks after you realized that her popcorn always perfectly popped as well. 

She uses her magic most often as a sign of affection. Just a way to make your day easier and to remind you how much she loves you.  She'll pick up lunch or bring you coffee sometimes and it makes you think of her fondly all day as it stays perfectly at the right temperature. As if you could ever forget about Lottie, witch or not. 

Eventually you happily fired Jeff as Lottie spent so much time hanging out in the bookstore now that you just put her to work instead. She was overjoyed for weeks about it. She'd never worked a day in her life, you could tell, but she cheated so much with magic that it didn't matter all that much. You couldn't help but watch fondly as the books she 'unpacked' flew across the room into their proper spots. She grins ear to ear as she walks over and asks if she did a good job. You know she’s just fishing for a reward, but you give it to her anyway.

As you watch her fret over recipes as she brewed potions you couldn't help but to think that she really wasn't all that different from anyone else: She just had magic. Your life together was surprisingly more domestic than you had thought it would be, but you wouldn't change it for the world. 

[awsumsas]

If I see another person use the term queerbaiting to refer to a subtextual same-sex relationship I’m gonna flip my fucking lid i SWEARRRRR

Even if it’s not canon! Even if it’s just two characters holding hands! Even if it IS just a corporate attempt to drag in queer viewers, it doesn’t matter! It pisses me off!

I see so many people handwave relationships like Agatha and Rio in AAA away, or dismiss identities like Jane Doe in ZZZ constantly flirting with only women as just "queerbaiting" and it's so gross to me! I don't care how bad you think the product or company in question is!

Romance and expressions of love come in sooooooo many different unique forms and they're all just as valid as something like onscreen kissing or saying word for word "I love you"! I dare say that looking at two characters flirting with each other or a character talking fondly about another but not mustering up the courage to say that L word and insisting it's NOT a real form of love and just a shameful attempt to rope in queer customers is straightwashing! Heteronormativity has poisoned how a lot of people view romance as this straight-by-default thing and how in order to properly "prove" a character is gay or queer in some form, you HAVE to have them be in an explicit romantic relationship with another.

I've even had a close friend who is extremely queer herself look at an instance like Pearl and Marina constantly talking about how they wouldn't be happy without the other as "NoA censorship" because it doesn't go as far as something like Peach kissing Mario on the nose. It doesn't need to! And I'd stake my claim that saying the best gift you ever recieved being your best friend is a HELL of a lot more romantic than anything Mario and Peach have ever done in ~40 years!

Stop devalidating queer relationships because you either refused to read between the lines of the script in front of you, or because your insistence on "Product™ bad" outweights any rational thought. It's weird and gross and does more harm than good.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 12

Got real close to having another Junkan minus the Kan, however I did draw a silly little doodle of Mikan in the picture frame so guess what it still counts! Sorry No.7 you are still a freak of nature among the 100 days.

This is just some more of Junko crushing super hard on Mikan, so since I have no interesting details for the pic itself, time to discuss more personal behind the scenes stuff! So I’ve mentioned a few times that when I was first making these pics I was extremely paranoid about showing anyone, especially the public, these Junkan pieces. So I might as well go into more detail about what I mean when I say that. 

My fear was never fully based in stuff like “Oh people are going to think I’m weird” or “Oh I’m going to get harassed.” When it comes to how people perceive me as a person I care more about the opinion of close friends and the people I respect rather than the general public. I wouldn’t like it if everyone thought I was some weirdo, but I can live with it. I’m hopeful that when this project starts (as a reminder these posts were prepped before the the announcement went up, I have no idea how people are reacting as I type this) I won’t be harassed or threatened for this, but I feel decently confident that I will be okay in the long run. It’ll be annoying and definitely stressful but it could be worse. 

My fear at the time was based on how it could affect my career. I have for a long time set out with a goal to make art with the intention of bringing a positive vibe to peoples lives, and the main way I hope to do that is by working on a webcomic. That said if I post Junkan and it causes people to perceive me in a negative light, my art would forever have that roadblock. I’m sure I’d still have fans, but people are less likely to partake or look fondly towards something created by someone perceived as a bad person from what I can tell. There’s also the worry of how it could affect me financially but even back then I was certain that I’d be pretty safe on that front. I’m of course long over this, that was a result of my extreme paranoia from earlier in the year. I’m content with the possibility that this event could shift public perception of my work. How that happened will be brought up much later.

Have a great day!

BONUS MESSAGE FROM FUTURE JEM: Hey there! I haven't been making major additions to these pre-scheduled posts, however I just wanted to chime into say, yeah! Past Jem was way too paranoid! I admit this blog hasn't exploded enough to attract crazy attention, but I'm happy to say I've received a lot of nice comments and the like from people as it continues. We're only 12 days in out of 100 so who knows what the future might hold, but I'm real glad to have started posting now. Take that past me!

Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the tags are always appreciated!~

[fandom-geek17]

Why I actively think Tyler will be redeemed and Wyler will be endgame based on actual clues and my knowledge about movie-making (and not just because I am a raging Tyler apologist)

This is a long one so strap yourselves in, hahaha

First of all, Hunter Doohan confirmed that Tyler’s feelings for Wednesday were real because he didn’t know who she was or her significance to Laurel’s plan when they first met at the Weathervane. But I’d go even further and claim that he didn’t know her significance during the entire first episode. If he knew, why would he ever offer her a ride out of Jericho and offer her the police file that inadvertently led to her cracking the case and bringing Laurel down (but the argument could also be made that that’s why he gave her that file, to bring his abuser down).

Wednesday makes it abundantly clear over the entire season that she has no interest in Xavier whatsoever and is constantly turned off/annoyed by his presence and antics. And this might just be me personally, but Xavier reminds me a lot of an ex of mine who was extremely entitled, selfish, immature and giving major incel vibes. I feel like Xavier is the type of guy who is nice to a girl only when he is interested and/or wants something. And the way he treated Bianca at the Rave’N (immediate no-no) and immediately goes into pity party-mode whenever someone rejects him just irks me. But again, that might just be me.

Now compare that with Wednesday’s reaction to Tyler’s antics. Wednesday is not someone who wants closeness in the beginning, in any shape or form. She is honest, direct and blunt, with no interest in pretending she enjoys something to be polite. Yet she doesn’t object when Tyler manhandles her in ep 2 (in the forest), she never denies her interest in him in ep 4, her first reaction to attending the Rave’N with Xavier is ‘a bullet to the head’ whilst her reaction to attending with Tyler is to immediately start looking for a dress in her closet. She often seeks out his company when she doesn’t really have a reason to, like when she went through the trouble of going all the way to the Weathervane to ask Tyler about the meetinghouse instead just asking anyone else working at Pilgrim World. These small details are to me the ‘signals’ Tyler was referring to. And I think he also just felt the energy between them, or maybe when you’re a 16 year old boy, most things can be interpreted as ‘signals’ if there’s an interest on his part. Or it was just straight up manipulation, as Hunter stated on his instragram. Either way, we can’t deny that Wednesday seems to enjoy Tyler’s presence more than Xavier’s.

Speaking of Wednesday, this is WEDNESDAY ADDAMS. People claim Xavier is the “healthier choice”, which might be true for any other character. But I feel like it’s very OOC for Wednesday to choose one above the other for being “healthier”, not that I believe Xavier would be much healthier. Wednesday went as far as canonically confirming that Tyler is her type BECAUSE he’s a serial killing monster.

The Addams’ Family have a long history of embracing all things weird and unconventional. Fester would be over the moon hearing that a Hyde of all outcasts (his young crush) has captured Wednesday’s heart. Gomez and Morticia would be more than happy to give Tyler all the love and security he never got from his own family. Morticia smiles fondly when Pugsley mentions missing being waterboarded by Wednesday, I don’t think she would have any trouble embracing a traumatized outcast submitted to abuse and torture and then forced to do someone else’s bidding against their will. She mama-bear instincts would kick up.

Hunter Doohan also said that one of the things he looks forward to exploring in season 2 (now confirmed, yay!) is Tyler’s relationship with the Hyde, pulling each side. Who is the real Tyler and who is the Hyde? Does he have active control over the Hyde’s actions or are they all controlled by his master? Remember, we technically have no idea what Tyler did of his own free will and what he was forced to say and do (including that last fight in ep 8). I imagine the Hyde being more of a split personality rather just than man vs monster. The question is if only the Hyde-personality had access to his monster form.

We see that Tyler rebelled against Laurel when he could, when he wasn’t actively forced to do something. For example when he slipped Wednesday the police file (if we believe that theory) and when he chose to keep Eugene alive (Laurel said “take care of it”, clearly meaning “kill him” but since she never used the word ‘kill’, I believe he saw his chance). He also keeps pointing Wednesday in the right direction, even when he probably wasn’t supposed to according to his master, like when he helped her find the meeting house, helped her break into Laurel’s home, chased her and Enid into the basement where they could find more clues.

Grooming, abuse, torture, manipulation, and mind control!!! Need I say more? Tyler is a true victim of his circumstances and society. We must admit that it was pretty easy for Laurel to sink her claws into him. Lonely, traumatized boy with one dead parent and one to emotionally constipated to raise him through his trauma, and here comes Laurel and offers him the truth about his mother in exchange for mommy kink sexual advances until she kidnaps him to torture as she pleases in a cave. She basically presented herself as the sexual version of his mother that Freud loved to say young boys were so vulnerable to. Of course this lonely boy would fall for her act. Laurel even described herself as a plant metaphor in episode 4: some carnivorous varieties use sexual trickery or deception. She then made him think this entire nefarious plan was about him getting revenge on the way outcasts treated his mother.

We see Tyler screaming out for help, subtly and literally, when he tells Wednesday that he wants to “get out of this hellhole town” and later when he’s screaming in the bathtub in ep 3.

The writers keep mentioning Wyler’s “primal attraction” and how Wednesday is drawn to Tyler’s dark side even from the start when she didn’t know what he was. And I truly believe he feels the same way, he is so smitten when she states she would dump piranhas in the swimming pool again. They are both attracted to the darker aspects of their personalities, whereas I feel like Xavier has this romanticized view of Wednesday in his head and when she disproves that by being her morbid, honest self, his first instinct is to whine and feel sorry for himself. He doesn’t embrace every part of her character.

Netflix makes Wyler a large part of their promotion of the show, going as far as pinning Wyler-positive comments on Instagram and making Wyler at the dance their thumbnail for the show on Netflix and hyping Hunter Doohan in general.

If you compare Wyler and Wavier scenes, they tend to play very soft music and use soft/warm lighting during the Wyler scenes. Wavier scenes, sometimes have this too, but never as prominent as with Wyler. From what I’ve seen with other media, that is usually foreshadowing of the producers’ larger plan.

I have a Filler Couple Theory! And that is that the couple that becomes canon in the middle of a show’s entire runtime is almost never canon by the time the show ends. There are exceptions, of course. But generally, shows tend to follow a similar format: couple 1 is introduced as an idea in season 1, they may or may not become canon but the tension is there, for whatever reason couple 2 becomes canon in season 2/3 to create drama and more tension before couple one becomes endgame in season 3/3 (example Stancy in ST, Benvi in NHIE). An exception to this rule is if couple one is a blowburn over several seasons without a love triangle (example: Peraltiago in B99). The writers of Wednesday have planned 4 seasons. They end season 1 with Wyler broken up, hint that Wavier might take more precedence in season 2, and yet still keeps hyping Wyler as much as they do. I think Wavier will be a distraction/filler for Wednesday as Tyler regains her trust and they build so much sexual tension.

So, this was long and kind of all over the place. But as Enid, I write in my voice. And I will admit that some of these points may be down to pure manipulation on Tyler’s part, especially the signals thing. But part of what I love about this show is the ambiguity, the moral grey areas, the way they make a point of embracing the dark side of humanity and loving the characters through it. Until the show canonically confirms that there is no hope for Tyler/Wyler, I will continue to ship it. And I want to add that my will to ship Wyler has nothing to do with who I would personally choose for myself. If given the choice, I would date Enid before my mind could form the phrase ‘toxic relationship’, and I’m very much one of those boring straight people. But as a romantic partner for a dark, morbid character like Wednesday Addams, I would choose Tyler any day.

Tagging: @therulerofallpotatos